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Guardian Angel	By : akaWind Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Savage Garden Views: 1512 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Savage Garden. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 8

I rested on the bed, thinking. I don’t know why, but I completely trusted Darren. I suppose it must have been because he saved my life. Who knows? I liked that kid. He didn’t ask a lot of questions, I mean, he didn’t ask questions at all. Perhaps because life was cruel with him, he’d learned not to ask them.
I looked at my watch. Almost three hours. I started to worry. He didn’t look like a thief, and I don’t think he’d take the money and run, no matter how tempting it might have seemed at the time. But that meant that something was wrong. I didn’t want even think on this.
If he get into the hands to the cutthroats looking for me...
Suddenly I heard a sound. Someone was trying to open the door. The way they were fumbling, I thought they must have been trying to break in, though as poor as this place was, I didn’t know why. I got up quietly from the bed, not finding anything but a metallic comb for a weapon. It was one of the types people used to tease long hair, with a pointed handle. It wasn’t much, but I bet that I could wield it firmly enough to put an eye out… or puncture a windpipe.
I carefully stepped up to the door. I was ready for anything, be it the police, bandits, Darren’s pimp or the Devil himself. Anyway, I was not going to surrender to anyone.
Finally the fumbling ceased and the door opened. I raised my hand, ready to attack any enemy, but I lowered my arm quickly when Darren stumbled into the room. Something must have happened. He was a mess. Dirty, his clothes had been torn, he was soaked by pouring rain, and shaking visibly. I went to him as he fell to his knees, weeping. Carefully I wrapped my arms around him trying to bring him inside enough to close the door.
"What's wrong? Darren…shhh…. It's ok."
Stumbling on my wounded leg I pulled Darren to the bed. When I had him seated, I brushed back a stray lock of his damp hair that had fallen forward. I gasped when my fingers came away red. ‘Blood!’
I begin to examine Darren’s head and noticed a gash on his left ear. Thank God the wound was superficial and not dangerous. Also I understood it was a bullet wound.
“Shoot at me….they….me…..shoot…” He iterated over and over.
His face was white as a snow, his lips trembled, his eyes were wide open and filled with terror.
This was what I had been afraid of. They had already tracked me to where I lived. Hell, they might have followed Darren back here. But I knew it was a risk when I sent Darren to my home. A risk I had needed to take at the time.
“Where are they? Do they know where I’m hiding?”
“They….I ran…. they shot at me…”
He was in shock. I knew only one way to bring him round. I raised my right hand and slapped his face several times. I was oddly distasteful to me. I didn't want to hurt Darren, but I had no choice. I needed information. It worked.
Darren momentarily stiffened and then the look in his eyes changed to on of recognition. He looked around, then at me and whispered, “They shot at me.”
“It’s ok now. You’re home. Your wound is small. It will heal. You better tell me what happened.”
“I… I did everything you told me. I got the money….” With these words, he pulled out several packs of money. “Here your credit cards and phone…”
I was impatient. I needed to know more. “Ok. Ok. Thank you. What happened next?”
"I heard someone come into the house, their voice. They spoke of you, I think.”
"What did they say? What did they know about me?"
"I don’t think they were sure if that it was your house. Someone told them where to find you."
"Did they mention any names?"
“No. I…I’m not sure. At that moment I don’t think they knew your--”
“What happened next?”
“I tried to hide in your bedroom, but I didn’t have enough time…. So I jumped out the window but they...they caught me," he sobbed and looked away, holding a hand to his mouth.
I felt my heartbeat quicken a little at those words. “Then what happened?”
"They recognized me. ‘This is the same guy from the street...' where they searched for you. They wanted to bring me back to the house, but I pulled free and ran. That’s when they started shooting."
“You didn’t tell them anything, did you?” I grasped his shoulders firmly. He raised his eyes to me. They were full of pleas and tears and quietly he whispered.
“No. I told them I was a thief, there to rob your house.”
"I’m not so certain." I said through clenched teeth. "Those bastards will do anything to find me."
“What are you going to do then?” Darren asked.
“We… Not me. I means us,” I looked at Darren attentively. Now we were bound together. My life depended on Darren’s as his life depended on me. I felt guilty because I involved this poor lad in that mortal play. Now I could have just washed my hands of him. I could have easily run away from his life. Sooner or later those men would find him. There was no way they would believe that he did not know anything about me and they’d torture him until they got what they wanted, or killed him. “We need to get out of here.”
“Where? I…I can’t….I have nowhere to go and Stan won’t let me go easily….”
“Fuck Stan!” I shouted resentfully. “I swear, I'll kill him if he tries to stop you.”
Darren was speechless and the fear had returned to his eyes, so I calmed myself.
“Hey, don’t be afraid.” I raised a hand to smooth back Darren’s drenched hair. He flinched slightly. “It’s just a nerves. I get a little rough sometimes when feel nervous. What I need right now is a good drink. Maybe you will join to me?”
“No. I don’t drink," Darren answered. Confusion marred his face.
I smirked slightly at what he had just said. 'How doed he relieve tension then? Play with himself?' I realized though… with his life… that was probably the last thing he’d do. “Well, prepare yourself for a journey. I want us to be out of here in fifteen minutes.”
“But--”
“No But, Darren. I leave and you leave with me.”

~***~

We left Darren’s place with one suitcase in hand. I gave Darren time to take a shower and change out of his wet clothes. He came down the stairway behind me. His face expressed dismay, his hands still trembled.
I asked him to hail a taxi. I stayed against the building, in the shade, and took my first good look at the street where Darren lived and worked. I was not surprised. It was exactly as I imagined it. On the road stood several whores; beside trashcans were pottering homeless; from windows could be heard shouts, a baby crying, music and even a television set.
“….. police have still failed to find trace of this criminal. I remind you that two days back, Mr. Roscoe Benjamin, Financier and reputed loan shark, was murdered in his own office by an unknown assailant….”
‘Ha-ha. Police never changed.’ Well, I was pleased to hear some good news today.
I glanced over at Darren. He was talking to someone. I hurried over, fearful that Darren might say too much. Their conversation was interrupted by someone else.
“Hey, I don’t believe my eyes. Darren, did you finally decid to do some work?”
It had to be Stan. I thought I recognized the voice, but Darren’s reaction told me with a certainty that this was the bastard who’d been mistreating him.
I watched as the jerk grabbed Darren by the wrist.
“You look ill, Darren. Was your last client was too strong for you? Why don’t you come with me? I’ll bet I can make it better.”
The fucker leered at Darren and I narrowed my eyes.
“Look… Stan…” Darren whispered, but didn’t move.
Stan glared and then demanded angrily, “Where is MY money?”
Darren caught my eye, pleading in his eyes. I’d had enough of the greasy bastard anyway.
“Yo, man. What you need from this lad?" I moved slowly toward them, my pace concealed my injury.
Stan stared at me, bewildered “Who are YOU? This boy works for me! I have the right--"
“Go to Hell with your fucking right. He doesn’t work for you anymore so you better let go of him."
I watched in amusement as Stan’s face was changed by fury.
“What does he mean by that, huh?” he shook Darren. “You’ve decided to leave me, you little whore? It's not over until I say it is, Darren. You should know that.”
With those words he raised his right hand. I wouldn’t let that happen again and the next thing, Stan was on the ground.
Fortunately a taxi stopped near us right then. I grabbed Darren by hand and jumped into the back seat. I gave the driver an address, then turned back. I saw Stan. He’d climbed back to his feet. He was holding his side and rocking slightly. I heard him as he yelled at us.
“I’ll find you, bitch! Without fail, I’ll find you and kill you, Darren!”
I looked at Darren. He was curled up, cowering in the car seat, his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes were closed and silent tears rolled down his cheeks. I carefully placed a hand on his knee.
“Shhhhhh…. It’s over.”

~***~

We arrived at the motel an hour later. I paid the driver, then helped Darren out. He seemed dazed, unresponsive. No wonder why. The last two days had turned his life upside down. So much had happened to him that he probably could not have imagined. Together we entered the motel and approach the front desk.
“Hello, sir. Can I help you?”
“We need a room, please. For approximately three days.”
“We have several available rooms. Will the third floor be acceptable?”
I nodded.
“Will that be cash or credit?”
“Cash.” I said, taking several large bills from my pocket.
“Name?” the manager asked.
“Hmmmm….Smith. Tory Smith and Cody Parker.”
“OK, Mr. Smith. Here are your keys. Your room is at the end of corridor, number 326."
I thanked a manager and turned to Darren. "Let’s go, Mr. Parker. We need to relax after the road."
The room was small, but very comfortable. Much nicer than Darren’s place. There was a shower, two beds, a television set and a mini-bar.
“Let's see what we have…hm… very nice. Two bottles of Scotch Whisky. This will do nicely. Darren, have drink with me."
Darren sat on the bed in the same position as in the taxi. I looked at him and said firmly, “You will have a drink."
I filled two glasses, and held one out to Darren. "Take it.”
“I don’t drink," he tried to object.
“Darren, trust me. You need a drink. We both do, so drink it.” I drained my glass in one gulp.
Still unsure, Darren brought his glass to lips, and sipped. “It’s strong,” he winced.
"It’ll go easier if you drink it like me."
He looked at me silently, then took a deep breath and drained the glass.
An hour later we rested on the beds. An empty bottle of scotch lay on floor. The other, half empty stood on the table. The Scotch helped me and especially Darren, to relax and forget about our troubles. The liquor lowered my inhibitions, though I was not nearly as drunk as Darren. But I asked him questions I might not have otherwise.
“Listen,” I asked. “What’s it like to be with a man? I mean, did you always to know you were gay?”
“What do you mean?” Darren started to giggle. “I’m a whore, Daniel. I’ve been with anyone who was willing to pay… I just don’t feel things for women."
“But you’ve had relations with women?”
“Yes, but only for money. It doesn’t do anything for me. Usually it’s better with men. I just get stronger feelings.”
“Stronger? Hmm. Does it hurt? I mean….when… you know, you take it in the ass…”
He laughed. “Not always. If it’s done right, both partners receive pleasure.” His face darkened then. “Stan always hurt me, though… he enjoyed it….”
I wanted to get his mind off that bastard.
“Are you sure?”
“Are you saying you want to try?” he asked suddenly. Obviously he didn’t want to dwell on Stan either. “Do you want to try it… with me?”
“Well….” Maybe it was the drink, but suddenly Darren seemed extremely attractive to me.
“I’ll make your first experience very pleasing.”
His voice was thick, sensuous, and held so much promise.
Then he began to seduce me.

~***~

The first kiss lasted at least a minute. Our lips and tongues melted together sweetly, warmly. I pulled Darren closer to me in one swift movement, my arms around his small back, my mouth pressed to perfect lips and warm, exploring tongue. When our kiss ended, Darren's eyes remained closed, thoughtful.
“I didn't know you wanted me...” he sighed.
“I didn’t know it, either.” I gasped.
“I thought you were straight...” Darren said as he began to unbutton my shirt with quick, eager fingers.
“I've never slept with a man before. But, fuck, I want you. That's all I know.”
The next kiss was hard, searing, almost violent in its urgency, but it calmed and settled into molten fire. My hands pushed Darren's arms up over his head and slipped his sweater over his arms, tossing it on the floor.
“You know, all the women I’ve ever had have called me a tiger …."
“Ooh… should I be scared?” Darren giggled. “I hope I won't disappoint you.” He pressed his hips into mine, grinding his own hardness against my heated flesh.
I got up and stood at the edge of the bed to remove my shirt. Darren had unfastened all but one of the buttons already. He followed me to unfasten the last one and push the fabric off my shoulders and arms.
Then he unfastened the buckle of my trousers and kissed my chest, my flat stomach. I felt myself hardened more as he opened the buttons of my trousers and pushed them down. I saw his eyes widen as he took my stiff erection out and held it firmly in his small hand.
“Oh. You’re so big, Danny. I like it.”
I grinned at his words and slowly stepped out of my pants and shoes as Darren pushed his own clothing off his body. When we were both naked, we stared at each other for a long moment.
I lightly brush my right hand over his pale skin. He had an athletic form and a finely toned body. My touch caused Darren's blue eyes to close. Suddenly he dropped to his knees in front of me and took my thick erection into his mouth. I couldn't contain a moan of pleasure as he flicked the tip of his tongue over the swollen head.
I thought I would die, but if I died I would surely die from bliss. It felt so damned good it almost hurt. The sight of Darren on his knees in front of me was almost enough to bring me to the edge.
Then Darren opened his eyes and looked up, his hands clenched tightly to my thighs. He pulled his mouth away, letting my erection slide out of his mouth with a popping sound. He rose up to his feet.
“Do you want to be inside me, Daniel?”
“Bloody hell...” I couldn't be any harder. It was starting to ache.
Darren reached for his pants where they lay on the bed and he pulled out a tube of lube. I lifted one eyebrow. “Came prepared, did you?”
He grinned. “This my job, remember?”
Not wanting to break the mood, I placed one hand on Darren's shoulder and moved him to the bed, then slipped onto the bed myself. He picked up the condom and lube.
“Make me ready, please.” breathed Darren.
I was worried. In my sexual life I had never used that stuff. I never needed it. The women I had been with had never asked for anal sex, and to tell the truth, I’d never considered it before. Fortunately, Darren immediately understood and hurried to make it all right. He ripped the foiled wrapper open and rolled the latex sheath onto my cock. Then he squirted some of the lube into his hand and then began stroking my erection to a slick wet heat.
“I don't want to hurt you.” I whispered.
“You won't. It's ok. Just relax. I don't want you to worry. Just let me ride you...”
I lay back on the bed and he straddled my hips. Then he reached back to position the thick head of my cock against his backside before pressing down to let it stab at his tight opening. Then he pushed down harder, making it push through the tight ring of muscle and bury itself about three inches in.
Darren stilled to let us get used to the sensation. I think he was in pain, but if he was he didn't tell me verbally. He let his body adjust to the thickness invading him, and then he pressed down further. I groaned deeply beneath him. He let my hands grasping his hips again.
Then he began rocking on top of me. My hips automatically rose to meet him before falling back to bed. Our rhythm increased in speed and pressure. Darren's hands were flat on my chest, providing him extra balance as he continued to push himself up and let himself fall back down to meet my hot, needy flesh.
I noticed the rush of heat and the shivering sigh that escaped Darren's parted lips as I covered his hands with my own. He shuddered when I pinned his wrists together on my chest. It seemed to drive him crazy. He bucked his hips wildly but I don't think he saw my wicked grin. His eyes were dark with lust even half lidded. He gave all of himself to me.
I shifted a little under Darren’s body, positioning him where I thought would be just right, and then stopped moving. Darren shivered on top as I tightened my grip on his pinned hands.
“Do you like this?”
“Yes. Oh, God yes.” Darren gasped and licked his lips.
“Then ride me. Ride me hard!” I growled.
I think he lost control but I didn't care. I needed him badly. Darren’s hips bucked against my thick, hard flesh. The sound of slick skin meeting slick skin was overpowered by Darren. He moaned like crazy and breathed so harshly I was afraid he might pass out.
I shifted under him again, reaching a new angle and rocked hard against him. He shook so violently I start to think that something wrong with him. But I was wrong. He just could not hold himself up anymore. He let himself fall onto my chest, onto the stickiness of his own seed that spilled between us.
I released Darren's wrists and wrapped my arms around his back, holding tight to him. In that moment I let myself go. I needed release. I threw my head back and screamed as Darren’s muscles contracted around my cock to send waves of pleasure over me. I found my release and cried out his name with as much force as my lungs could manage.
When my world stoped spinning I brushed the back of my hand against Darren's boyish cheek.
“Are you alright?”
He smiled against my chest. “I'm more than alright. How about you?”
“Yeah. I think I just lost what brain I have, but I'm alright.”
“I've never seen anyone come like that before.”
“I’ve never come so hard before.”
He laughed against my skin. “Glad I could help.”
“Oh, you did more than help. You’re amazing. You're a little bastard though.”
“Anytime, mate.” he said sleepily.
Then he snuggled into me and fell asleep. I brushed my hand over his soft skin and sighed softly to myself, before I fell asleep with his reassuring warmth on top of me.

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