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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 Pt69
“Anybody seen Sav today?” Joe asked, as he came into the studio later the next evening.
“I saw him leave the party and go outside, but I went to bed before he came back.”
“It seems that a couple of us had fun last night.” Rick said smiling.
Joe glanced at him and returned his smile.
“Sav left alone.” Phil told them.
“That’s a first. All the pretty women that were here last night.” Rick put in.
“But that’s not to say he didn’t meet up with someone outside.” Vivian commented.
"It's still early Joe," Phil shrugged. "Maybe he is sleeping."
“No, he’s not in his room, doesn't look like he was there at all last night. He isn't in Nick's room either.” Joe off-handedly commented. "Maybe he is just sleeping some where that I haven't looked."
“I saw Nick earlier, he was acting weird.” Rick frowned.
“When does he not act weird?” Vivian replied.
“No, he was quiet for once, deep in thought to be precise. He didn’t say as much as two words to me, not even in his uppity tone that he is fond of using.”
“Maybe he had to much to drink.” Phil said.
“Why is every one so concerned with Nick all of a sudden?” Joe asked.
“I didn’t say I was concerned, just that he was acting weird.” Rick said.
“He can do what ever he wants and I don’t care.” Joe told them. “As long as he stays away from me.”
“Good evening gentlemen.” Fleur said cheerfully as she breezed into the room.
Joe glanced at her and smiled. Fleur kissed him on the cheek and whispered in his ear, “I had a wonderful time last night. Maybe we can repeat it tonight.”
Joe looked at her. “Maybe.”
Phil snapped his fingers as if in reminder of something, "Oh, Joe, before I forget, Rebecca called while you were out. She had to take Amber to the hospital today..."
Joe spun on him, his smile gone, "How could you forget to tell me, my daughter is in the hospital Phil?" "I didn't forget," Phil shot back. "I was going to tell you when you came in, but you started going off about where Sav was." Holding his hand up to stop Joe from protesting, he continued. "Amber has chicken pox, the doctors want to keep her over night for observations."
"Why keep her over night, is she that sick?"
"Given her age, 11 months old is very young, then with the fever."
"Yeah, I guess that is a good thing." Joe mumble more to himself than anyone. '11 months old and I have never seen her, except in pictures. I'm a great father,' Joe mentally chided himself. This album is going to ruin all of our families and it isn't even finished yet. I'll call Rebecca later tonight.'
Fleur spoke up, bringing him out of his thoughts, “I thought I would sit in for a while and watch you work.”
“If we get started.” Joe said. “We’re waiting on Sav. He’s doing all the mixing and playing with the controls.”
“He also needs to lay down his bass for the track we did the other day.” Phil told him.
“Oh, I haven’t seen him since last night. Perhaps he’s still sleeping.” Fleur said.
“He’s not in the house. I checked already.” Joe told her.
“Maybe he left with someone.”
“Nope.” Phil said.
“He’ll be along shortly.” Joe commented scratching his neck.
***
Sav rolled to his back and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He glanced around in confusion as to where he was. Rubbing his face again, he frowned at the stiffness in his shoulder. He became aware of how sore his entire body was and the previous night came rushing back. Nick and Marcus swam into his mind, what they did to him. He didn’t understand how Nick could do that to him again. The entire conversation they had about Joe replayed in his mind. “And I have.” Nick's voice kept echoing in his mind.
“Shit.” Sav yelled as he bolted off the bed. He looked around the room, but didn’t see Nick anywhere. His eyes landed on the clothes that were laid out on the chair. He quickly went over to them and shoved his legs into the pants, ignoring the shoes, he grabbed the shirt and bolted out the door, through the barn, out into the cold night air. He completely forgot he could fly as he ran toward the house, his anger flaring even before he got there. Bursting through the back door he stopped and listened. The music floated in from the studio, above that he could hear Joe’s voice. He headed in that directions and came to a skidding halt in the room. Joe glanced up at him, noticing that he was half dressed, shirt and pants still unbuttoned and no shoes.
“There you are, we’ve been waiting on you so we could finish….” Joe’s voice trailed off when he noticed that his eyes glowed deep amber.
Sav looked away from him, straight at Fleur. Sav walked over to her and grabbed her by the throat, hauling her to her feet. “Your dead.” he growled around his fangs.
“What?” Fleur choked out.
“You and Nick are both dead.” he squeezed tighter.
Fleur clawed at his hand, leaving deep scratches.
Sav bared his fangs, then hissed, “You will pay for what you did with your life.”
“What…I…don’t…unde…understand.” Fleur gasped.
“I trusted you.”
“But…I di…didn’t.” Fleur almost couldn’t get the words out because of the crushing tightness on her throat.
Sav slammed her against the wall. “Don’t lie to me!” he yelled.
Joe and Phil moved at the same time towards them. Vivian backed up out of the way, and Rick came out of the sound booth to help if needed. Joe grabbed Sav in a bear hug to try pulling him away. He wouldn’t let go of Fleur throat. Joe hit his wrist several times before he let go, backing up he yelled at him. “Sav what the hell are you doing?”
Phil caught her before she could crumple to the floor in fear. She gasped for breath and tears rolled down her face. Sav struggled to get away from Joe.
“What is wrong with you?” Joe said loudly.
“You betrayed my trust!!” Sav screamed at her.
Fleur shook her head. “I don’t…know what…your talking…” She said hoarsely.
“Joe!” Sav angrily yelled back.
The realization suddenly struck her. She slowly stood up to face him. “I didn’t…didn’t do anything to…harm him.”
“You’re lying!” Sav bellowed and with renewed strength, he fought more.
“Sav calm down. What are you talking about?” Joe yelled at him now.
Fleur backed further away from him. “We only slept together...”
“You brought him across Fleur.” Sav replied through his fangs.
She shook her head again. “I…I didn’t.”
“I trusted you with him.” Sav growled lowly, narrowing his eyes at her.
“I didn’t do it...” Fleur began to sob.
“Settle down,” Joe began, but still maintained his hold. “She’s right Rick.”
His name being utter by the man that held him, helped to somewhat calm his anger and Sav stopped his struggling to glare at the woman that stood a few feet away.
“She didn’t bring me across.” Joe repeated, loosening his grip when he felt Sav relax in his arms.
The words he spoke finally registered in his mind. Sav spun around to face Joe. He suddenly reached out to touch his face. The warmth of his skin, tingled on his fingers tips. He let out the breath he was holding and took in several lung full of air.
“We only spent the night together.” Joe told him.
“I didn’t not harm him Rick.” Fleur said behind him.
“Nothing happened, it’s ok.” Joe reassured him as he reached up to pull Sav's hand down, but held it tight in his. It still amazed Joe as he watched his eyes change from the amber of anger, to gold, then to the deep blue he was used to seeing.
“But….Nick was….talking about it last night.” Sav whispered.
“He wanted me too.” Fleur said and touched his shoulder.
Sav turned around to meet her pleading eyes. “He planned the whole thing. He would keep you occupied, I would sleep with Joe to bring him across.”
Sav took a step toward her and Joe grabbed his shoulder, pulling him back against him.
“Why didn’t you?” Sav asked.
“I didn't even bite him, because Joe wouldn't allow it. I sensed his deep feeling for you, saw the reasoning in his eyes of why he wouldn't let me bite him." Fleur voice broke, but she managed to get out the rest. "I had no idea at the time, please forgive me.”
Sav only glared at her. “Never.” he hissed and brushed past her to leave the room.
Joe looked around at everyone as he gathered Fleur in is arms, kissing the top of her head. “It’s ok, he’ll get over it.”
“I need a new life.” Vivian mumbled and flopped down in the nearest chair.
“I need a drink.” Phil replied.
“Well, I need dry underwear.” Rick chuckled.
Joe smiled at them and continued to hold Fleur as she cried.
  ***
With renewed anger, Sav stormed upstairs where he had sensed Nick to be. He shoved the door open to the study and it slammed against the wall. His heat filled eyes locked with Nick’s.
“You’re finally awake.” Nick said somberly as he leaned back in his soft leather desk chair.
Sav came further in the room to stand before him.
“I trust everything is fine downstairs?” Nick asked.
Sav’s eyes didn’t wavier from his and it was starting to make Nick feel a little uncomfortable. “Do not glare at me in such a fashion. I demand respect from you.”
Still Sav glared at him.
“If you have nothing to say then you….”
“Why?” he asked softly.
“I’m sorry. I don’t follow you.” Nick said.
“You know what I’m talking about.”
“I’m not sure that I do. Only that I sense that Fleur is very upset.”
“That’s because I have threatened to kill her.”
Nick stood then, “That is not a wise thing to do Richard.”
“And you also.” he shot back.
Nick laughed at him. “I seem to recall that you tried that once before.”
“I will succeed this time.” Sav growled at him.
“Tread lightly on the water.” Nick warned.
“I’m not afraid of you any more Nick. What you did last night was unforgivable.”
“Of course it is. You forgave me the last time when I took you to Mar….”
“Don’t patronize me, you know what I’m talking about!” Sav yelled at him.
“Oh I see, you're talking about Joe.” Nick said smugly.
“You knew she didn’t bring him across, but yet, you lead me to believe that she had.”
“The bruises on your face seems to be healing up quite nicely.”
“Don’t change the subject.” Sav hissed.
“He’s fine as you found out for yourself, so what more is there to talk about.”
“Let’s start with betrayal. You planned the whole thing. You knew that I would not agree to it, so you did it behind my back.”
“And it didn’t work out, so why are you so angry now?”
“Because you betrayed what little trust I had in you!” Sav began to yell again.
Nick took a half step back, he could feel the hatred boiling off of him. “I don’t see where that would make you angry. You never trusted me to began with, so why throw it in my face now?”
“Everything I tasted in your blood is a lie.”
“You’re wrong, those are my true feeling for you.” Nick said softly.
“And I believed them up until I found out the truth.”
Nick turned his back on him and sat his glass on the table. “And now….”
“Now, all the hate and anger I buried months ago for you came rushing back to the surface with a vengeance.” Sav told him.
Nick regarded him a moment, leaning back on his desk, he crossed his arms, “There will come a day that your desire for Mr. Elliott will over whelm you and you will not be able to stop it. Your grief for what you did will blind you to the fact that you must bring him across or he will die.” Nick said softly. “I just thought I would ease the pain of that day for you and have Fleur do it.”
“You were wrong once again.”
“Am I?” Nick jerked from the desk. “Think back and you will find that I’m not.”
“And I have you to thank for that.”
“However…” Nick started, holding up his finger, then turned back around to picked his glass up again. “This will not stop me in the near future, as they say….from trying it again.”
“You will not.” Sav growled dangerously low.
“You can’t expect to be watching him forever. You must sleep sometime or Mr. Elliott will be careless….who knows, but the opportunity will present itself again and it will happen.”
Sav flew at him, hitting him full force, toppling them both across the desk and landed on the floor. Sav was on top and he gripped Nick’s throat, getting in several punches to his face before Nick managed to knock him off. Shear rage propelled him at Nick again when he got to his feet. Nick backhanded him, sending Sav spinning, crashing into the wooden reading table by the window. As Nick reached down to pick him up, Sav brought up his foot to kick him, catching Nick in the stomach. He flew across the room, slamming into the glass shelving that protected Nick's journals. Sav’s hand closed around the broken table leg. He leaped to his feet and had Nick pinned to a different wall before he could regain his balance.
“Who has the upper hand now?” Sav hissed at him.
Nick didn’t respond.
“Uh.” He growled and shoved him harder against the wall. The jagged table leg poking in his stomach. Nick was surprised by the strength that Sav had and he didn’t understand it.
“You will never threaten Joe’s life again.”
“And if I do?” Nick asked.
“I will kill you. There are other’s that will help me.” Sav told him.
“You wouldn’t dare.” Nick whispered.
Sav shoved the table leg hard against his stomach. “You don’t think so?”
“That tiny piece of wood will not kill me.” Nick said smugly.
“No, but it will immobilize you to the point where a more suitable place could be arranged… the pasture chained to the ground awaiting the sun rise.”
Nick was shocked at his words.
“No more threats or lies, no more beating me into submission. I cringe every time you touch me and I hate you for it.” Sav said angrily. He saw the hurtful expression cross Nick’s face, but he didn’t care anymore. “I’m tired of all of it Nick. You never give me a moments peace, always wondering, will you force me this time and what I did to deserve your brutal punishments.”
“I only wanted what was best for you.” Nick said softly.
“What’s best for me, would be for you to get out of ours lives.”
“I can’t do that, you are ever…” Nick whispered.
“Then maybe this will persuade you.” Sav hissed.
He shoved the wooden leg deep into his stomach. Nick’s expression change from that of surprise to one of shock. He covered Sav’s hand that held the wooden leg and tried to pull it back, Sav only shoved it deeper. Sav never looked away from his eyes, it didn’t even faze him when a single tears ran down Nick’s face. He coughed some what and blood escaped his lips to run down his chin.
Nick reached his hand up and lightly caressed Sav face, then choked out, “I have always loved you.” His hand slowly slide down and fell to his side. His eyes glazed over and after a few more seconds, Nick’s head lolled forward when he passed out.
Sav let him go and Nick slid to the floor. Stepping back, he exhaled the breath that was trapped in his lungs. Backing up further, his legs collided with the leather sofa and he sat down heavily. Catching his breath, he sat there and stared at Nick’s still form. Blood still trickled from his mouth and down the   wooden table leg, to pool on the carpet. He didn’t have the energy to leave the room. He felt numb, fighting and arguing with Nick zapped his resolve.
He just sat there and stared at him.
***
Joe had reassured Fleur that Nick and Sav fought all the time, they would both come away bruised and bleeding, then make up a few days later. And this time was no different. He did began to worry when the loud crashes continued for longer than usual, until it finally grew quiet. Fleur had jumped to her feet and stated that she was going to check on them to make sure that they were ok. Joe stopped her, telling her that it wasn’t a good idea, since she hadn’t been there for the other fights and that Sav was still angry with her for what she did, he would go see to them.
Going down the hall, Joe noticed the study door was wide open, something Nick didn't usually leave open. As he stepped through the doorway, he saw Nick first, laying on the floor, with a wooden table leg sticking out of his stomach, in a pool of his own blood. A quick glance around the room found Sav still sitting on the sofa, just staring at him.
Joe approached him slowly and touched his shoulder. Sav slowly looked up at him, Joe was surprised to see the blue of his eyes, the cuts on his arms and chest didn’t look like they were bleeding, but one on his face was. It ran down his cheek to drip on his leg.
Joe took his arm, gently pulling him up. “Come on Sav.” he guided him to the door just as Fleur came in.
She took one look at Sav and then over to where Nick was laying. “Nicholas.”
Joe only looked at her, and lead Sav out of the room, then downstairs to the kitchen. He grabbed a bottle and handed it to him. Sav drained it and took another, half of that one was gone in two large swallows. Joe took a towel, wet it and started to clean his face.
“It seems that I’m always cleaning you up.”
“You do.” Sav replied softly. “But you shouldn’t have to.”
“I don’t mind really, besides, who else is going to do it.”
Sav chuckled. “You.”
Sav’s face contorted in pain, when Joe wiped the blood away from his chest. “More broken ribs it looks like. Are you going to be ok?”
“Yeah, I’ll be fine.” he replied flinching again.
“Maybe you two should stop this senseless fighting, it only leads to this.”
”Well, I won’t have to worry about that for a while.” Sav commented.
Joe pressed the towel to his cheek and Sav gripped the edge of the sink. His sharp intake of breath was a sign that it hurt.
“Sorry.” Joe said.
Sav gulped down more blood wine.
“This cut on your face isn’t healing, and what your drinking isn’t helping.”
“It’ll take more than what’s in this bottle, for that heal.” Sav told him.
“Perhaps you could take some from Fleur?”
“No thank you.”
“Mine has helped in the past.” Joe told him.
“I won’t take yours either.” Sav replied softly.
“What about one of the others, I know th….”
“No.” Sav said shaking his head.
“Then you’re going to continue to bleed.”
“Perhaps.” Sav’s voice was getting groggy.
Joe thought quickly, seeing the knife in the sink, he picked it up and made a small cut on the inside of his arm, just below the elbow. The tantalizing smell of Joe’s blood assaulted his nostrils and Sav quickly looked up at him.
“I’m not going to watch you bleed everywhere.” Joe told him.
His eyes darted to the cut on Joe’s arm and back to his face. “I-I…can’t.”
Joe fingers came up and touched his face. “Then I’ll have to persuade you in another way.” he leaned forward to lightly brush his lips.
“Don’t mak…...” Sav whispered and tried to pull away.
“But I am.” Joe replied and slid his other arm around him, so he wouldn’t back away. Leaning forward, he touched his lips again. Joe knew that he wouldn’t resist as his tongue darted out to gain access to his. He would have to make this quick because he was bleeding to much, pulling back slightly Joe trailed his lips down to the sensitive skin on his neck, once again he used his tongue and teeth. It didn’t take much to get a response from Sav. He turned his body to have better access to Joe’s bleeding arm, moving close behind him, Joe moved Sav’s hair aside to continue the attention to his neck and held his arm closer for him.
Sav brought it to his lips and licked the blood that had oozed out. His fangs pierced the skin and slid in easily, he softly sucked from his arm. It was very erotic for Joe, having enjoyed this intimate moment with Sav on several occasion. Joe resisted the urge to take it further than this, to know what the rest was like. He heard Sav growl with pleasure just before he released him, licking the rest of the blood away, he leaned back against him.
”That wasn’t so bad.” Joe whispered in his ear.
“It only torments me more.” Sav replied quietly.
“Why do you say that?” Joe asked.
Sav didn’t reply to his question, they stood that way a few more minutes when Joe broke the contact between them. “Lets finish getting you cleaned up.”
“I just want to go to sleep.”
“Your cheek is still bleeding, but everything else isn’t.” Joe said and leaned in for a closer look. “Looks like a piece of wood stuck in there.” he gingerly touched it.
“AAAHH, that hurts!” Sav yelled, jerking away.
“I need some tweezers to get it out. I’ll be right back, don’t move.” Joe disappeared and returned shortly holding a pair of tweezers. “I know this is going to hurt.”
“Maybe not to you.” Sav told him.
Joe sympathetically looked at him and tried to smile, "How did you get a piece of wood in your cheek anyway?"
"How the hell should I...OW!" Sav leaned back when Joe wiped his cheek again.
“Ready?” Joe asked.
“No!”
”There is to much blood and I can’t see anything.” Joe said and used the towel. Sav gritted his teeth from the sharp pain.
“At least I know you can’t get an infection.” Joe said, grabbing the end of the wood.
“Funny.” Sav replied and yelped.
“Don’t talk, it slipped out of the tweezers.”
Joe tried again and again it slipped.
“Damnit Joe, that hurts.” Sav growled and tried to move away.
Joe grabbed his arm to   pull him back. “I’ll try again, but I’ll go in easier this time.”
“Don’t push so hard.”
“Then hold still and I won’t.”
“That’s hard to do when it feels like that.” Sav told him.
Joe tried again.
“Ouch, goddamnit Joe!” Sav hissed.
“I pushed it in deeper, sorry.” Joe replied sheepishly.
Sav growled with frustration.
“I’ll try and go slower this time, so not to hurt you.”
Sav breathed in deep and held his breath as Joe stuck the tweezers in once again and gripped the wood. Sav started trembling from the pain.
”Hold still or I’ll loose the inches I’ve gained.” Joe said.
“Inches, how long is it?” Sav gritted between his teeth.
“It’s not that long, just swollen with blood.”
“Hhuummm come on Joe, just yank on it.” Sav told him.
“Aahh it’s coming, hold still.” Joe breathed slightly.
“It’s hard to hold still it feels to….aaahhh.” Sav yelled. “Fuck!”
“OOHH yes…..right….there...got it.” Joe said loudly. He pressed another towel to his face to stop the bleeding.
“Aahh, don’t push so hard!” Sav leaned away from him and took the towel, then looked at the splinter, “I didn’t realize it was that big.”
“How does it feel now?” Joe asked.
“Uumm…better.”
Bouts of laughter came from the hall, Joe and Sav both looked in that direction. Phil and Vivian stumbled into the kitchen, hanging on to each other as they continued to laugh.
“What’s so funny?” Joe asked.
“You and Sav.” Vivian choked out.
“I didn’t find it funny.” Sav scolded them.
“Come on Joe, yank on it.” Vivian said and continued to laugh.
“He was talking about a splinter.” Joe held up the tweezers for them to see.
“Yeah right, a piece of wood.” Phil said and looked at Vivian.
“No this one, how big is it.” Vivian laughed.
Phil wiped the tears from his eyes and turned toward Joe and Sav, to see the straight expression on their faces. “No seriously,” he started and tried not to laugh. “From where we were standing, it sounded like you two were….”
“Don’t push so hard Joe.” Vivian said, both of them laughed again.
Joe chuckled at the thought, recalling most of what they said while trying to get the splinter out of Sav’s cheek. “I would see where that would be funny. If I didn’t know exactly what was going on.”
“Yeah maybe, but it still hurt like hell.”
“It has stopped bleeding.” Joe said, reaching up to touched it.
Sav moved away. “Don’t give them anything else to laugh at.”
“Don’t take it wrong Sav, we just didn’t know what you were doing in here until you both started talking like that.” Phil said still giggling.
“I’m not, besides, you really did miss that part.” Sav smiled. “I’m tired, I’m going to bed.”
“Take Joe with you.” Vivian called out.
Sav stopped and looked at them. “Not a bad idea, we can turn those words into reality.” he replied with a wicked grin and left them in a new bout of laughter.
“It really was funny Joe.” Vivian said. “One to talk about later and get a good laugh. I’m sure Rick could throw in several more things to make it funny all over again.”
“Yeah, go ahead, have your laugh.” Joe said. “I guess there won’t be any working tonight.”
“Oh, what’s the other guy look like?” Phil peered around the room, looking for Nick.
“Who Nick?” Joe replied. “Pretty bad. I think Sav got one up on him this time. He walked away from this fight, can’t say that much for Nick.”
“Really. Sav must have been really pissed.” Vivian commented.
“Nick has a wooden table leg in his gut and he was passed out when I went up.”
“Ouch. But he’s not dead?” Phil asked.
“No unfortunately, I don’t think you can kill Nick with a wooden stake, he’s to mean, some things just don’t affect the older ones.” Joe told them. Picking up the wet towel, he wiped the rest of the blood from his arm.
“Cut yourself Joe?” Vivian asked.
“Sort of.” Joe replied.
“I thought you weren’t going to do that again?” Phil asked.
“Well…I couldn’t very well let him bleed all over the place, and he wouldn’t go to Fleur or Nick.”
“I would have volunteered.” Phil said.
“I asked him, but he refused.” Joe told them.
“Hey Joe, what’s it like when he….uh….uh…does that?” Vivian asked.
A smile spread across his face. “Well it’s….it tickles some times and…. other times it’s…..very ….sexually….arousing I guess you would call it. You should try it Vivian.”
“Uh…no thanks, I’ll pass, besides he won’t take it from anybody but you.”
“Well maybe one day he will.” Joe shrugged his shoulger.
“I would try it, but it’s like you said Vivian, he won’t take from us. I personally wouldn’t mind knowing what it felt like.”
Joe chuckled. “It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before or will again.”
“It must be for you to keep doing it.” Vivian commented.
Joe dropped his gaze to the floor. “Some times it’s been necessary, other’s well…well, we'll just leave it at that. I think I’ll go lay down for a little while, I’m a little tried from our foreplay in here.”
Phil and Vivian giggled at his comment and sent catcalls at his retreating back.
We’ll never here the end of that.' Joe thought as he went upstairs.
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