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Savage Desire	By : LindaG Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Savage Garden Views: 2070 -:- 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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Disclaimer: I own some Savage Garden paraphernalia. Other than that I have no claim to any of them. For the purposes of this fiction, Savage Garden lives in San Francisco. And if this doesn’t sound like the San Francisco you know, please remember, this is fiction.

Rated: NC-17 -- Disturbing subject matter. Kidnapping, Non-Consensual sex, Bondage.

“You’re never safe
‘till you see the dawn.”

~~Darren Hayes, Carry on Dancing~~

Savage Desire – Pt 8

Darren woke a few hours later, feeling refreshed in spite of the short amount of sleep time wise. The first rays of sunlight were peeking around the corners of the heavy hospital blinds.

At some point Daniel had turned on his side, wrapping both of his arms around Darren’s arm.

Darren smiled tenderly, until Daniel shifted slightly and he realized Daniel’s bum was pressed firmly against his now hardening arousal.

‘Oh, shit!’

He gently extricated himself from Daniel’s embrace, and carefully slid himself off the bed. He stretched slowly, loosening cramped
muscles.

A nurse entered, nodded and smiled.

“Sleep well, Mr. Hayes?”

“Yes I did,” he smiled back. “And I think Daniel did too.” He noticed the basket she carried. “What’s that for?”

“I need to draw some blood, now that he’s adequately hydrated.”

“Hasn’t he been through enough?” He frowned.

“Standard tests after a rape.”

“Oh,” he nodded. “Sorry.”

“Quite all right. And it won’t hurt. He’s due for one more IV bag, so I’ll just draw the blood from the tube before I hang the next bag.”

“Really?”

She nodded, “It’s standard procedure when an I.V. catheter is in place..”

Darren watched, fascinated.

And she was efficient, too. Daniel never stirred. When she finished, she smiled, and hung the IV bag.

“Breakfast will be coming for him in a bit. Broth and juice. And he is hydrated enough for oatmeal. Depending on the results of one of these tests, he may get ‘real’ food for lunch;” she grinned, “but in the meantime, we’d appreciate it if you could get him to eat?”

“I’ll certainly do my best.”

He sat down beside the bed again, his right hand resting lightly on Daniel’s left arm. Watched the gentle rise and fall of Daniel’s chest.

When Daniel began to grow restless, Darren frowned again. ‘Should I wake him?’

Daniel’s quiet whimpers spurred him to action. He leaned forward.

“Danny… Danny… it’s okay… you’re safe now,” Darren gently massaged Daniel’s temple with the tips of his fingers. Placed his left hand on Daniel’s right arm.

He continued his soft murmurs. After a few minutes more, Daniel’s eyes opened. The fear and pain reflected there slowly faded. Only to be replaced by embarrassment and shame.

“No, Danny… please don’t be ashamed.”

He bent forward, then paused a minute, and wDaniDaniel didn’t flinch, pressed his lips gently to Daniel’s bruised ones.

He pulled back a moment later, admiration and love in his gaze.

“I am so proud. I think you’re doing wonderfully.”

Daniel turned over, sighed, and sat up slowly. “I really need to piss.”

Darren stood up, as Daniel swung his legs over the side of the hospital bed, grimaced, and wiggled uncomfortably.

A nurse entered then.

“Good morning, Mr. Jones. And where might you be going?”

“Bathroom.”

“Well, I got here just in time. Here you go,” she handed him a small package containing an alcohol wipe and a plastic cup with cover.

Daniel blushed. “Do—do I have to?”

“I’m afraid so, Mr. Jones, if you’d be so kind. When you’re finished, breakfast should be here.”

He took thekagekage with one hand, looked at the tube protruding from his other, and followed it to the beeping machine holding the bag.

“How am I supposed to manage all this?”

“Well, I’d be more than happy to help you,” the nurse spoke up immediately, and Daniel’s blush deepened. “Or, I could leave for a few moments, and your friend here could help you instead.”

“I…um…him. If you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind at all, Mr. Jones.”

Even her voice smiled at his discomfort. “I’ll be back in about five minutes.”

Daniel waited until she’d left the room, and then slowly pushed himself to his feet. He swayed a bit, and Darren steadied him; then took the package from his hand.

“Other patients I’ve seen use this thing to help with balance.” Darren offered, a bit worried by the way Daniel had started when he’d moved beside him.

He moved the rolling I.V. stand close enough for Daniel to grab with his free hand, then opened the door to the private bathroom while Daniel slowly coordinated himself with the machine, pushing it though the door.

Darren watched while Daniel approached the toilet. Frowned. He seemed hesitant.

“Would you like me to leave?” He asked after tearing open the package and placing the items on the shelf by the toilet.

Daniel glanced at him nervously. “I—no… I don’t… I’m not sure what I want, Darren.”

Darren nodded.

“Um… could you?”

Darren quickly went over the instructions on the little piece of paper, then tore open the package with the wipe, and handed it to Daniel. Turned his back, then opened and handed him the cup when he was ready. Turned away again.

A slight sound of frustration. Then a slow sigh.

Blue eyes meten, en, and Darren offered a small smile of understanding to Daniel’s frustrated, embarrassed gaze. He took the cup of warm liquid, sealed it, and put it into the bag marked with Daniel’s information, while Daniel finished relieving himself.

He and Daniel washed their hands then.

“Th—the last time… Oh, Darren… I hate him for what he did to me.”

“I know, Daniel.”

“Did you ever find my clothes?”

“Ben brought some when they came last night.”

“Could you? Please? I can’t stand being naked right now…”

“Sure. Be right back.”

Taking the bag with him, Darren carefully closed the bathroom door when he left. The nurse had just entered with the breakfast tray. She set it on the bedside table, smiled, and took the specimen bag from Darren.

“The police will be up shortly. They would like to talk to Mr. Jones.”

“Okay, thanks.”

He picked up the small gym bag, took out Daniel’s boxers, and the pants Ben had packed. He smiled. Good thinking on Ben’s part, he felt, to pack baggy sweat pants. Covering, but loose. Not restrictive.

His smile faded when he realized it would probably be a while before Daniel was comfortable in leather again. Shame, because he looked so hot in leather.

He took the clothing back into the bathroom. Knelt down and wordlessly opened the boxers.

“Darren, I—”

“If you would be so kind, Daniel, as to put your feet in one at-a-time, we can get finished quickly.” Darren teased lightly.

He raised an eyebrow critically. “These tiles are damned hard on the knees.”

Inwardly he flinched a bit at his tone, but he was pretty certain the way Daniel had begun to shake, that he couldn’t get dressed alone.

Darren breathed a silent sigh of relief when a small smile crept over Daniel’s lips, and he let himself be helped.

“Thanks, mate.”

Once again Darren held the door while Daniel slowly moved back out to the hospital bed.

“Nurse said the police will be coming by soon.”

Daniel’s expression contorted painfully as he settled onto the bed.

“I—um… want me to call a nurse, or something? Get you a painkiller?”

He shook his head, as his face drained of color momentarily, and he fell back onto the bed.

“Danny?” Darren was at his side in a moment.

Tears filled Daniel’s eyes. “It hurts, Darren,” he hissed through clenched teeth.

“Let me have them get you something for the pain. Please?” I’veI’ve been weak long enough…”

“Oh, pooh.”

They both turned toward the door, as a doctor entered. They saw the police waiting outside.

“I’m Dr. Michaels, Mr. Jones. How are you feeling?”

“He’s in pain.” Darren spoke up quickly.

Daniel closed his eyes, but did not refute the brash statement.

Dr. Michaels looked through the paperwork he held. “And you are… Mr. Hayes?”

Darren nodded. Dr. Michaels read further. Made an annotation, then closed the folder.

“I’ll prescribe something for the pain. I’m not surprised you are hurting. There was a lot of internal abrasion, but it should heal without complications. It means no anal sex for a couple of weeks.” He looked at Darren as he finished.

“Believe me, doctor. After what I’ve been through, that’s the furthest thing from my mind right now.”

“I’m not a completely unfeeling sod, doctor.” Darren snapped.

“No—I—um never meant—”

“Yes you did, or you wouldn’t have thought it necessary to mention it. I love this man, doctor. Would never do anything to hurt him. Especially not for something as base as personal gratification. Now, unless you’ve something intelligent to tell us, why don’t you run along and get his pain medicine; and let us talk to the officers.”

The doctor harrumphed a bit, mumbled, and left.

“Homophobic bastard.”

“I don’t think he meant anything, Darren.”

Darren started to reply, but stopped himself at the look of tired resignation on Daniel’s face.

“Let me raise your bed a bit, and you can eat.” Darren offered as the officers entered.

“Sergeant Byers, Officer Patterson, I don’t believe I’ve thanked you properly yet.”

“We just did our job, Mr. Hayes. I believe it’s your fans you should be thanking.”

“Oh, I’m going to. The whole San Francisco Street Team is going to get their own private street party—when Daniel’s better, that is.”

He blushed slightly, but Daniel managed a weak smile.

“I think that’s a good idea, Darren. So, what can I do for you officers?”

“Do you know this man?” Sergeant Byers held out black and white booking photo of Jake Pearson.

Daniel studied it. “The—the man from the club?”

“He’s the man who kidnapped you. Did you ever see his face? Or this other man’s?” He held out a picture of the man Darren hadentdentified on Folsom.

Daniel stiffened a moment. They’d never believe him if he told them how he’d seen the big man’s face. “Except for the club, I never saw him.” He pointed to Pearson. “And I—I never saw him….” He indicated the other man.

Darren carefully put his arm around Daniel’s shoulder, as his blank face betrayed his hidden emotion.

“Do you have any idea if they were working together when you were kidnapped?”

“I—I don’t know. I don’t think so. I—it’s not really clear, but… I think there was only one at first. I—I remember him,” Daniel
indicated the Pearson photo, “saying—saying—”

Daniel began to shake. Darren held him tightly. Rubbing a hand up and down one arm, trying to sooth him.

“Take your time, Mr. Jones.” Sergeant Byers encouraged.

“He—um said… he said… ‘I let you f—fuck him, and—and I don’t owe you anything.’ But, I—I don’t think they were together.”

“The final tests from the rape kit won’t come back for about a week. We’ve identified the second man as Eric “Bull” Hardison. He denies having been at the warehouse where you werld. ld. And I have to be honest with you, it doesn’t look good, for arrest or conviction.” Sergeant Byers explained. “You didn’t see him, he was not at the scene of the crime, when we picked him up. And while the police follow every lead, the D.A. frowns on eyewitness by means of ‘out-of-body’ experience. Not to mention the field day a defense lawyer would have. We can’t even force him to take a DNA test without evidence.”

Daniel swallowed dryly at that statement.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Jones. I guess you’ll have to be satisfied with the knowledge that Jake Pearson won’t hurt anyone else.”

“How?”

“After you smashed his nose, the sharpshooter took him out.”

Daniel nodded quietly.

“So, unless the DNA evidence comes back a near perfect match, I believe our part in your case is finished. I’m sorry I couldn’t give you better news.”

“I’m glad to be able to get any news.” Daniel replied softly.

Both officers nodded and left.

Darren watched as Daniel’s jaw clenched and unclenched several times. He seemed lost in thought.

“Well,” Darren decided to break the silence. “I promised the nurse I’d see you ate your breakfast, so…”

He pulled the table up to Daniel.

Daniel’s nose scrunched up when he saw his meal. “You know I hate oatmeal, Darren.”

“It’s a necessary evil. They’re just trying to do what’s right for you.”

“But… oatmeal?”

“Come on, baby…. Eat up.” Darren opened his mouth, and held the spoon up to Daniel’s mouth.

Daniel glared at him, arms folded across his chest. “You’re trying to kill me.”

“I am not. You know perfectly well oatmeal won’t kill you. I eat it all the time, and look at me.” He stood up, waved his hand down the front of himself, and grinned cheekily.

“And your point?”

“Daniel, you haven’t had anything to eat in almost two days. That’s why they are starting you out like this. I know it’s bland, but it shouldn’t upset you like your usual greasy repast could do.”

“Taste it.”

“What?”

“Taste it. When was the last time you ate, Darren. Taste it.”

Darren shrugged, and put the spoonful of oatmeal into his mouth. Then he made a face.

Daniel couldn’t keep his frown. Slowly a smile spread across his face.

“This is terrible! Even for oatmeal.”

Daniel began to laugh then, and Darren smiled in spite of trying to wipe the taste off his tongue. It was a relief to see Daniel able to laugh so soon.

“I think I’ll just quickly introduce this to the toilet,” Darren indicated the bowl, then quickly followed words with actions.

Daniel’s eyes were still sparkling when the nurse came in to retrieve the tray, clucking how happy she was that he had finished everything.

“You’ll be happy to know your blood work came back negative for HIV,” she said as she handed him a small cup with the prescribed pain medication. “But you’ll need to keep up with your regular check-ups to be certain.”

He sighed and nodded, as she poured him a cup of water from the bedside pitcher.

“TYLENOL number three. I need to see you take it. It may make you sleepy, but it will dull the pain.”

After he’d taken it, she smiled and left.

Darren sat down beside the bed after she’d gone and carefully picked up Daniel’s left hand in his. Kissed it gently.

“Holding up okay?”

Daniel nodded quietly. He began to blink drowsily. The medicine acted quickly with practically nothing in his stomach.

“Darren…” he whispered.

“Yes, Danie
“
“Don’t leave me alone… please?”

“I won’t, Danny…. Promise.”
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