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Rock of Ages, Forever	By : knight Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Def Leppard Views: 4548 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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...Nick Knight, Geraint Wyn Davies. Well contain descriptions, depictions of real people. I claim no personal knowledge of these artist/actors and their sexual orientation or personal lives. I do not own rights to any of the people mentioned herein. No profit is being made.
Authors Note: All thoughts are in Italics. Blood may not be sweet to human's, but for vampire's, it very well may be.
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Rock of Ages, Forever Pt66
Joe, Phil, Rick, and Vivian filed into the room for the press conference and took their seats. There were perhaps a hundred reporters crammed into the small room to get any tidbit on the new album, tour dates and whatever else that will come from this interview. Nick stood in the back with his arms across his chest, surveying the crowd and the four men that sat behind the microphones. Joe saw someone come up and whisper in Nicks ear and looked directly at Joe as he continued to listen to what was told to him.
'How is it he could be here and not Sav? Why is he here anyway?' Joe thought to himself. Tearing his gaze away from Nick, he turned his attention to crowd before them.
“Well should we get on with it then.” Joe started. “We uh….we have a new album coming out soon, one we’ve been working on for the past year. It will sound a lot different than our others, because we’ve done all the work ourselves with no outside help. I think I can speak for everyone, that I think this album is the most ambitious one to date, because it’s all our own work and a lot different than anything we’ve ever done. There isn’t a title for it yet, there are maybe thirteen tracks on it, most of which have been written by all of us, I believe.” Joe said looking down the table at Rick. “Rick even helped write one song, something he rarely does. Tour dates haven't been decided on yet, so I can't comment on that. That’s about it, any question.”
“Mr. Elliott.” A reporter held up his hand first. “Can you elaborate on the where about of Rick Savage?”
“I believe he is home in bed.” Joe smirked.
“Why is that?”
“He’s been….ill the past several days.” Joe said looking at Nick.
“Does this have anything to do with his disappearance several years ago?” she continued quickly.
“Uh…no unlike us, he has put in more work on the album. He’s acting as head production, engineer, mixing the tracks, all aspects to put the record into shape for pressing and release.”
“Any more comments you would like to add about his disappearance?”
“No, just that he took a leave of absents.” Joe remarked.
“The allegation from previous reports are still being aired along with new ones about arguments and members threatening to leave the band?”
Joe looked around at the others and they all shrugged. “No one at this table has said anything about leaving.”
“Then perhaps it was Mr. Savage who expressed those threats?”
“And if he were here, he could answer your statement himself.” Phil answered before Joe could.
“Sav has not expressed any indication about leaving the band.” Joe added.
“We have confirmed reports that place him in the Lexus Hotel months ago, stating that he was severally beaten, care to comment on that?”
“No.” Joe put simply.
Phil had noticed that Nick had moved closer to the front of the room and was standing a few feet from the platform where the table sat.
“Are you aware of Mr. Savage’s night life? Eye witnesses have seen him several times downtown on the The Strip, talking to the ladies there?” Mr. Harrison calmly eyed Nick.
“I don’t know what the Strip is, so I can’t comment on that.” Joe told her and pointed to a different reporter.
“Are the reports true that Rick Savage is no longer in the band and that is why he isn’t here today?”
“No.” Joe started. “As I said earlier….”
“Ladies and gentlemen please. We called this conference to talk about the upcoming release of the new album.” Nick told them. “So if you’ll keep your question pertaining to that, it would be greatly appreciate. Any more question on their private lives will not be answered.”
“Mr. de Brabant, what is your roll in all of this?”
“That is a matter of public record. I believe my company released a statement about it months ago.” Nick told her.
Mr. Harrison once again cut off any other reporter, “So your involvement with Mr. Savage is unfounded?”
“My involvement is with the entire company.” Nick said dodging his question.
“Mr. Elliott, in the statement released by Mr. de Brabant. It says that you will be playing at the Foundation Ball in a couple of days?” This came from a different reporter.
“It’s an unofficial kick off to the tour that starts here in about three months.”
“Mr, de Brabant, is it true that the members are staying at your home outside the city?”
“Yes, they are staying at my home, until the new studio’s are completed.”
“Then your involvement with the members is more than that of the other bands signed under the record label?”
“They were in need of a studio, so I offered them the one that is in my home.” Nick said.
Joe shot him a heated glare. “He didn’t offer anything.” he mumbled.
“Mr. de Brabant, is it true that you and Mr. Savage are lovers?” Mr. Harrison wasn't going to give in until he found the answers he was after.
“Ah Mr. Harrison, I believe that is a personal question. One that I will not answer.”
“But your not denying it either?”
Nick hit him with a stern glare.
“You were seen in a rather intimate position, in a rather questionably establishment, some weeks ago?”
Nick took on his arrogant look, tucking his arms behind his back, then holding Mr. Harrison with his glare, ”By whom and where is your proof?”
“I saw you both there myself and it looked to be more than just a business arrangement.”
"Then tell me Mr. Harrison, what were you doing in such a questionably establishment?"
Mr. Harrison smirked, feeling in no way intimidated by Nick, "I was following you."
“Then you must have had to much to drink Mr. Harrison. Your eyes deceived you for what you saw.” Nick said in that uppity tone of his. With a slight nodded of his head, a man came forward and whispered in Mr. Harrison ear and escorted him from the room. Most of the reporters took this as a sign not to ask any more questions on the matter.
The conference lasted another twenty minutes, the questioning went from there past to the future of the band and company under new ownership, in which Nick answered for them.
On the ride back to the house Phil and Vivian were in an animated conversation about the movie they had watched last night. Joe stared at Nick as he leafed through a stack of correspondence from clients.
“Why are you staring at me Mr. Elliott?” he finally asked without looking up.
“Mr. Elliott is not here.” Joe replied in a mocking voice.
Nick looked up at him, then smiled. “Joe.”
“You could have tried harder to deny that you and Sav are lovers.”
“I have found that it is easier to not say anything and fuel the imagination.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of.”
“What ever for?”
“He’ll print anything now.” Joe said.
“Mr. Harrison is smart, but not stupid. I’ve dealt with him in the past and he knows not to print anything that could jeopardize his career.”
“You threatened him?” Joe asked.
“Many years ago, when he found out I was a vampire.”
“Really and what did you do?”
“I wiped his memory of any knowledge about us. Nick thoughtfully scratched his chin, "But he still has this notion that we exist for some reason.”
“I can’t imagine why.” Joe mumbled, then turned to stare out the window at the passing countryside, letting his mind wonder to the upcoming tour.
Nick chuckled at his comment and continued going through his papers.
***
Nick was the first one out of the limo when it stopped inside the garage. He headed directly to the studio where he sensed Sav would be.
“Hey how did it go?” Sav asked him, not even turning from his task, but knew who had walked in the door.
Nick grabbed his arm to spin him around. Before Sav could recover, Nick back handed him across the face, sending him spinning to the floor.
Sav turned and faced him. “What the hell was that for?”
“For you careless foolishness.” Nick jerked him to his feet. “You were seen last night and a woman was found dead.”
“It wasn’t me. I was here all night.”
“You lie!” Nick yelled and hit him again.
Sav wiped the blood from his lip, “So what! I'm not like you, I can't control it every fucking time. I made sure to cover up the proof, like I always do.”
"Covering up, wasn't the problem. Some one witnessed your behavior, behavior that could expose the Community, put us all in danger."
"That's bullshit." Sav spat. "I was very careful, no one was around."
"I read the reports, you obviously weren't too careful. Luckily the police think it was just the ramblings of a drunk." Nick stepped over to close and lock the door. “Perhaps if I taught you a harsh lesson, you won’t be so careless next time.”
“I wasn't careless, the man was drunk, passed out on the ground.” Sav replied as Nick dragged him to his feet. “This isn’t about that woman,” he said angrily. “This is about you reminding me of your dominance over me.”
“And how quickly you seem to forget that.” Nick hissed through his teeth.
Sav began to struggle, pulling at Nick's hands that were tightly tangled in his shirt, “Get off me!”
“And you will submit.”
“No!” the word was out of his mouth before he could stop it.
Nick slammed him into the wall and ripped his shirt open, crushing his lips roughly. Sav clenched Nick’s lip between his teeth and bit him hard, then pushed him away. Nick bellowed with rage at is defiance. Sav bolted towards the door, only to have Nick grab his arm and swiftly knocking him to the floor to land on his stomach. Nick was on him instantly, he grabbed his wrists and pulled his arms above his head.
“You will obey me or I will beat you within an inch of your life.” Nick growled into his ear.
“Do I have a choice?” Sav shot back.
“No.” Nick released him and got up. “Get up.”
Sav lay there a minute before he turned over and glared up at Nick.
When he didn’t move, Nick leaned over to grab his shirt, but Sav’s foot came up to kick him in the stomach. Scrambled to his feet, Sav knocked him to the floor, then straddled him, then started punching him in the face, a small cut quickly appeared just below Nick’s right eyes.
“How does it feel, hurts doesn’t it?” Sav hit him again, his own anger had long since reached the boiling point.
Nick brought his leg up and hooked it around Sav’s chest, slammed him backwards onto the floor with such force, it knocked the wind from his lungs. Nick took the opportunity to tear Sav's jeans off and rid himself of his own clothes. Sav was still slightly dazed when Nick roughly turned him and positioned himself behind him. He spit into his hand to rub it on his hardness and brutally forced himself in. Sav clenched his jaw tightly together against the pain as he pushed deeper. Nick let out an animalistic growl at the tight fell of him. He grabbed Sav’s shoulder and pulled him back to meet his hard thrust, he didn’t let up as he pounded into him time and time again.
Sav didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of hearing him cry out from the pain, but the brutality of Nicks relentless drive got the better of him. His pleas for Nick to stop bounced around the soundproof room and landed on deaf ears as Nick plunged deeper and harder. Sav tried to pull away from him and Nick’s grasp tightened around his waist and shoulder. Nick grunted in his efforts to have complete dominance over him.
Sav stopped fighting him so he would finish quicker, he dug his fingers into the carpet as Nick continued to ram deep. Reaching for him Nick grabbed his hair and pulled him up against his chest. In moments, he buried his fangs deep into Sav’s shoulder, causing him scream from the piercing pain. Nick gave in to his ecstasy and sucked hard on him to draw out the blood. Drinking his fill, Nick withdrew his fangs to lick the last drops of blood away. Shoving him back to the floor, he pulled out and moved away from him. Sav collapsed with his face buried in the carpet, breathing heavily.
“Get dressed.” Nick said softly as he gathered his clothes and tossed them over Sav's still body.
Sav pulled himself up, his whole body ached, his hands trembled as he pulled his jeans on and made his way to the couch, slumping down in the soft cushions. He swiped away the blood that had ran down into his eyes from the cut on is forehead. He flinched when his tongue touched the cut on his lip and he wiped the blood away with the back of his hand.
Nick watched him, he wasn’t sure if that was tears of pain he saw him brush away or blood from his cuts. “I didn’t wa…”
“Just go away Nick.” Sav softly whispered, not caring if he heard him or not.
Nick detected the trembling in his voice, unlocking the door to open it, Nick hesitated briefly and looked at him again. He wanted to say something, but decided against it and left the room.
Sav closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Nick leave. At first he thought that maybe he would do it again after he told him to go away. He didn’t know how long he had been sitting there, when he felt a gentle touch on his face. He jumped and his eyes flew open to see Joe kneeling in front of him. He brought up a warm wet washcloth and went to wipe the blood from his face, Sav jerked away from him.
“Why does he do this to you?” Joe asked softly.
No response.
Joe tried again to wipe the blood away and Sav didn’t move away this time. He noticed the tears as they slipped down his cheeks. Joe wiped them away with his thumb and continued to clean his face. Sav’s trembling ceased under his gentle touch, like it always did after these episodes with Nick.
Before Sav realized what he was doing he pushed himself from the sofa, leaning forward to pull Joe into his arms, burying his face in the croak of his neck. Joe hesitated briefly before his arms slid around him. Sav exhaled a deep breath, sending shivers through Joe as the coolness brushed across his neck. Sav lightly trailed his lips across the soft skin on his throat, then felt Joe start to pull away, Sav tightened his arms enough not to scare him, but to keep him from moving. Taking the front of his shirt between his teeth and pulling from the back with his hand, he it ripped the soft material with ease. Sav's mouth came down to lick the sweetness of him, a soft moan escaped his throat.
“Sav w...what are you doing?” Joe whispered.
Brushing his ear lightly with his breath. “I want to give you something.” Sav leaned back and stared into his eyes. He brought his hand up and caressed his lips. “Something I’ve never done before with you in the many times that I have taken you.”
“I don’t know, the last…” Joe started, but Sav cut him off.
“No, I won’t do that. I want to show you just a small taste of what it could be like.”
“I’m not….”
“Sshh….” Sav whispered, still watching Joe's lips. “Let me do this for you.” His voice had moved into that low seductive tone as he came closer to him. Joe watched his tongue slip out and moisten his lips. His fingers grazed down his chin, then around to slid into his silky hair to pull him closer still. When Sav didn’t feel Joe pull away from him, he pressed his lips to his and probed them with his tongue to let him in. Joe opened his mouth for him and pushed his way forward with his tongue to gently stroke Sav's.
Their tongues danced together in a deep passionate kiss. Sav moved his hand inside Joe’s shirt to feel his hot flesh under his touch. He pulled him deeper into his mouth, the urgency between them increased and Sav moved down to suckle the pulsing vein. He groaned softly, he wanted to take him quickly but held back, wanting Joe to enjoy the pleasure he was giving him. He pulled his shirt off and trailed his hand down his chest to the top of his jeans, to give them a gentle tug. The snap popped opened and the zipper went down. Joe quickly grabbed his hand to stop him. Sav crushed his lips again and moved his hand away to lay it on his thigh.
Phil came walking into the studio and stopped dead in his tracks. It only took his eyes moments to register what was going on. He hunched his shoulders and quickly backed up, softly closing the door behind him. “About fucking time.” He whispered and ambled off somewhere else in the house.
They didn’t even notice Phil as he came in and quickly left. Without waiting any longer, Sav dove his hand inside Joe's jeans and gripped him. His gentle caress made Joe increasingly hard, until he reached a full erection. Sav pushing his jeans further down to give him better access. Joe moaned with pleasure as the coolness of Sav’s hand enclosed him.
Sav growled against his neck. “You’re so fucking hard.” He pulled back and looked into Joe’s eyes, he saw the desire in their depths. He increased his movements on him and just before Joe closed his eyes he saw his fangs drop, the color in his eyes change to a deep golden color. Sav briefly dove is tongue into his partially opened mouth and quickly moved to his throat. Running his tongue along the pulsing vein, as Joe thrust his hips forward to meet his strokes.
Joe tilted his head back. “Yes….aaahhhh.”
Sav scraped his fangs further down and found the best spot and gently eased them in. Joe’s hot, sweet blood burned like fire across his tongue, he sank them deeper and began to pull gently.
“Aaaah….fuck!” Joe yelled, his fingers dug into his thighs, leaning forward he bit into Sav’s shoulder drawing blood. Sav had ceased his gentle pull on him, but his fangs remained buried in Joe’s neck. He could feel his throbbing cock and knew he was close. Gripping him tighter, he moved his hand slowly over him. Sav pushed his fangs a little deeper and sucked hard, seconds later Joe spiraled out of control as his orgasm slammed into him. He almost shoved him away from the intensity of it, but it held him frozen in place. He cried out in pleasure when Sav slowly removed his fangs and licked the blood away, savoring the last drops. Joe reached down and gripped his hand, it was slick with his cum and slid over him smoothly to stop his motion.
“No….no more….I ca…” Joe tried to say.
Sav quickly covered his mouth and kissed him softly, their tongues danced together in an endless dance. Joe pulled away first to lay his head on Sav’s shoulder, his haggard breath coming in slow deep lung full of air. His rapid heartbeat began to slow. Sav reached over and grabbed his shirt, wiping Joe and himself clean. A large spot of cum ran down Joe’s chest. Sav pushed him back and ever so slowly licked it from him. Joe watched him and felt Sav's body shudder from a whole new taste of him as his essence slid down his throat. Pulling away, he finished cleaning his hand, not looking up at Joe for fear of what he might see in his eyes. Joe had yet to move away from him, his hands held onto his tights on either side of him.
“Can I ask you something?” Joe said just above a whisper.
“Anything.”
“What did you just do to me?”
Sav finally met his eyes and saw no regret in them, only the dying fire of desire. He lips curved into a small smile. “That is one way vampires please each other in sex.”
“One way?” Joe voice hitched and his brows shot up. “What is another way?”
Sav just looked at him as he did up Joe’s pants.
“Oh.” he replied, slightly embarrassed. He finally moved away from him to lay flat out on the floor, his eyes closed and he rested his hand on his stomach. Sav leaned back on the couch and watched him a moment before he broke the silence between them.
“Now you understand why I stay with Nick.” He said softly.
“You don’t have to now.”
“What do you mean?”
“You just proved to me that you can do it without taking to much and br….”
Sighing heavy, Sav looked across the room, “I can’t.”
Joe raised his head look at him. “Why not?”
“Sometimes it does get out of hand and we take it to far, and I take too much.”
“Oh, I didn’t know.” Joe said and laid his head back down. Silence stretched between them again for a long time, Joe deep in thought about what Sav had showed him.
“Thank you.” Joe finally said.
“For what?”
“For sharing that with me.”
Sav smiled and lay down on the couch, he threw his arm over his face, just as a soft knock sounded on the door.
Phil opened it slowly and peeked in. “Are you guys decent in there?” he called out.
“Yes.” They both answered.
Phil came in and noticed the satisfied look on Joe’s face. He could only wonder what happened in here between them. “Are we going to work tonight?” he asked.
“Yeah, just let me take a nap first and we’ll get right on it.” Joe said groggily.
“Sure no problems. I’ll let the others know.” Phil turned to leave.
“Turn the light out will you Phil.” Sav asked him as he too drifted to sleep.
“Sure.” He flipped the switch on the wall and room grew dim. He closed the door and went in search of Rick and Vivian to let them know about later.
***
Later in the evening, Joe woke first and pulled himself from the floor. He looked over at Sav’s sleeping form on the couch. He had at some point flipped over on his stomach, arm draped over to the floor. Leaving him there, he went into the kitchen and poured him something to drink. He felt of his neck and noticed the marks that Sav had left were all but gone. Making up his mind he went in search of Nick, his anger already flaring at what he had done earlier. He found him in his study and without knocking, he burst through the door.
“Do come in Mr. Elliott.” Nick said without looking up from his papers.
“Why do you keep doing that to him?” Joe asked angrily.
“What I do with Rick is none of your concern.”
“The hell it isn’t!” Joe yelled.
Nick leaned back in his chair and glared at him. “Why all this concern for him all of a sudden? When just months ago, you wanted him out of your life.”
“I never meant those words and he knew it.” Joe shot back.
“You weren’t there to pick up the pieces after you muttered those words Mr. Elliott, I was. Of all the things I have done to him in the past, those few little words couldn’t compare to the hurt and pain I tasted in his blood from what you told him.”
“You’re lying.”
“Then explain to me why he tried to kill himself that same night.”
“To get away from you I presume.” Joe said.
“You presume incorrectly Mr. Elliott.” Nick got up and went around the desk to face him. “He wants nothing more than to be with you. More so then he was tonight, to bring you across. He is willing to kill himself because you keep denying him that.”
Joe stared at him in shock. 'He knew we were together and didn’t try and stop us.' Joe thought. “I told him I wasn’t ready.” he whispered.
“He wants to show you how wonderful life can be as one of us, enjoy it in a completely different way.”
“I’ve never seen him enjoy it, because all you bring to him is pain and misery.”
“Perhaps.”
“What does any of this have to do with what you did tonight?”
“Nothing. I’m only telling you of his wishes.” Nick told him.
“His words or yours?” Joe asked.
Nick looked at him a moment. “Well, I see this conversation is getting no where, so if you’ll excuse me Mr. Elliott, I have work to do.” With that, Nick turned away from him and returned to his black leather chair.
Joe stood there watching him.
“Is there any thing else Mr. Elliott?” Nick asked.
“No…I …uh….stop treating him like some kind of toy you toss around at your every whim, but with the respect he deserves.”
Joe turned abruptly and left Nick there to ponder his statement.
Nick leaned back in his chair. Rubbing his chin thoughtfully, he considered Joe’s words for a while and found no baring on what he said. Shrugging his shoulders indifferently, he went back to stack of papers on his desk.
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