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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 9

I awoke with a pounding headache. It felt like a vise was trying to crush my skull. I tried to open an eyes. My vision was blurred; everything was all misty.

I felt breath warm on my shoulder. That surprised me so I turned my head to look. I saw a mop of black hair on the pillow near my shoulder. So strange, I didn’t remember the past evening. I turned my head to the other side and saw the unfinished bottle of scotch that stood lonesome on the bedside table.

‘So that’s why I feel ill,’ I thought, and smirked. ‘Seems you had some fun yesterday, Mr. Jones.’ I stretched out a hand and let my fingers thread through the long locks.

“Holy shit!”

I surprised myself, yelling like that, but I was shocked. That was Darren. I mean NAKED Darren. I glanced down at myself, afraid of what I would find. ‘Oh, God…’ I was naked, too. ‘Two naked men in one bed. That means… it means… Oh, God.’ I had regarded myself as 100% straight until… until last night. Oh, God. I spent last night with a man. In one bed. Naked.

I leapt up from bed and compulsively began to search for my clothes. They were strewn on the floor in a mess. I grabbed a shirt and used it as a cover to rush into the shower. Once there, I turned on the hot water and scrubbed at my body furiously, trying to clean myself. I felt dirty and lost. For the first time in my life I felt so lost. I didn’t know what to do or what to say. It scared me.

Finally I turned off the water, dressed, and plucked up all my courage to leave the bathroom. Darren was completely dressed already and sat on the bed with his head down. He heard my steps and looked up at me. I saw confusion on his face.

“Daniel, I…” he tried to say.

“What?” I cut him short.

“Listen, Daniel. I’m so sorry…”

I didn’t let him continue. His words made me lose my head. In my shock and unease, I lashed out in a fit of blind fury.

“You? Sorry? You know what you are? A pitiful, lustful bitch. You must be pleased that you were able to screw a straight man. What if you infect me?”

Darren’s eyes widened in horror “You used a condom! Besides, I’m clean. I get checked often.” he whispered.

“Fuck you, Darren! How much for the night? Five hundred?” I searched for my wallet, then counted the bills. Before I could pull them out, though, I heard the sound of a closing door. When I turned around, I found that Darren had gone.

“Sure, make yourself out to be insulted. Whore!” I shouted after him.

I didn’t want wait for a next prick of conscience so I took my phone from the table and dialed the necessary number.

“Yes?” I heard a familiar voice.

“Ah…Hi, Karl. I need to speak with Mr. Hudson.”

“Danny. Where did you disappear to? There’s been a lot of turmoil because of you….”

“I know, Karl. Sorry, but I really need to talk with the boss.”

“Ok. Ok. Take it easy man. I just want to warn you, Mr. Hudson is really mad.”

‘No more than I am,’ I thought. I was right. For the first two minutes I heard curses and swearing from the phone. Then the phone became silent. Finally I heard Hudson’s calm voice.

“Daniel, what’s going on with you? Where are you?”

“Hello, Mr. Hudson. I’m OK. But right now I need your help.”

“Yes, Daniel?”

"First, I want to know about my money."

“But, Daniel…” he tried to object.

“No BUT, Mr. Hudson” I said firmly “Your order had been carried out completely. You should transfer the agreed amount immediately.”

“OK. Today the money will be transferred.”

“Second, I need a gun.”

“No problem, Daniel. Anything else? A personal plane? An island in the ocean?" His voice was contemptuous.

"You’re almost right, Mr. Hudson. I need to leave America and you will help me with this."

"You don’t think that money and a gun will suffice?"

“No, I don’t think so. If you remember, our agreement was that if I have problems completing your contract, you will cover the extra cost.”

I heard Hudson swear and then take a deep breath. “Ok, what do you need from me?”

“Right now, Mr. Hudson, it’s sufficient that you pay me and get me a gun. But soon I’ll need your help. I’ll call back later and we can arrange where you will meet me with a weapon. Good bye, Mr. Hudson.”

I hung up the phone. Excellent! In the morning I will have money and a gun. Finally I won’t feel so helpless. But I need Darren’s help once again. Bank account opened under a fictitious name. All Darren needs to do is go in the bank and remove the money. Problem was, Darren still had not returned.

I ordered my conscience to shut up. I tried to convince myself that last night was Darren’s fault. But I understood that I started it. I got him drunk. I started the conversation, and it was I who wanted to make love to him last night.

‘But…it’s unnatural!’ I protested.

‘But you felt so good with him…’ answered my conscience. ‘Remember? You never had it so good. You were happy. But now, you’ve insulted him.’

My fury was replace by remorse. I needed to find Darren and apologize to him for my harsh words. I slipped on Darren’s leather jacket and left the motel. Looking around to the side, I knew my chances weren’t very good. I picked a direction at random and moved along, hoping to find him.
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Darren didn’t know where to go. He’d only been in this part of the city two times and didn’t know these streets well. Daniel’s words echoed in his head.

‘You know what you are? A pitiful lustful bitch!’ He was right. Why did he offer himself to Daniel? Why did he kiss Daniel? He had broken his own rule - not be kissed by clients. But Daniel wasn’t supposed to be a client. He hadn’t done it for the sake of money. He wanted this. He wanted Daniel.

It had been a long time since he wanted someone, and it scared him. He didn’t want to be hurt the way he’d been hurt before, yet he’d set himself up for the fall this time. He should have known he was too used to be loved by anyone any more.

Darren had been so lost in memeoris he hadn’t noticed he had reached end of the street. Where to go? He looked around and noticed a nearby club. He opened the door and stepped inside.

The club was dark. The strong scent of cigarettes and alcohol filled his nostrils. In the semidarkness he distinguished that there were only a few patrons and nearly all of them watched a lone stripper, who danced on a small stage. Darren went to the bar, ordered a soda and sat down at an empty table.

“Are you lonely?” A sweet voice asked him.

Darren turned his head and saw a woman. She appeared to be about 30 years old, and noticeably drunk.

“If you want, I can keep you a company." With that, she smiled at him and placed her hand on his crotch.

Darren smirked and neatly removed her hand. “Thank you honey, but I prefer to sit alone."

"Maybe he prefers other company." He heard a deep voice and saw a man in a Stetson come to the table. “Go and find another party, sweetie,” he told the woman.

She sniffed scornfully and left.

"You won’t mind if I sit at your table, will you?" Cowboy asked.

“No.” Darren give him a sad smile. ‘ Why not?’ He thought. After all, this was his work, his life. He still had to live, and Daniel had made it plain he wasn’t welcome with him any longer. ‘It can’t be any worse if I pick up some clients.’

"You’re new here." The man moved close to him. "How long have you been in this region?"

“No, I mean yes… What I want to say--”

“Listen, I have a small offer for you.” He bent to Darren’s ear. His right hand slid through Darren’s hair to caress the nape of his neck. “I like you and that makes me think that perhaps you and I…”

Darren felt the man’s other hand slowly caress his hip.

“…Only you and me. I know one secluded nook…”

Darren swallowed nervously, but nodded.

The man lead Darren out of the club and down the street to his secret place. It was a small niche between houses, concealed by rubbish and God knew what else. The man pushed Darren in ahead of him.

"Do you want me to fuck you, little bitch?" The man’s hand darted out. He grabbed Darren’s shirt and pulled him closer, capturing his lips. His other arm wrapped firmly around Darren’s waist, holding him tight.

“No… I can’t do that!” Darren sharply turned his head aside.

“As you wish,” Cowboy replied and freed his cock from tight trousers. He grabbed Darren's hand, forced him to curl his fingers around his shaft, and started thrusting into it. Then his hand slid through Darren's locks and Cowboy tightened his fingers into a fist. "Come on, whore! You can do something better than this."

Darren whimpered from the pain, but continued to stroke the man’s penis.

"Turn around and bend over!" he growled, and pushed Darren’s hand away. Cowboy pressed him back against the wall, then spun Darren around and tugged his pants down.

Darren braced his hands on the wall and felt the air on his rear.

"I don't fuck without a condom,” he said.

“Oh, don’t worry. I don’t want to be infected.” Cowboy growled. “Don’t move, or else!”

Darren heard the sound of a packet tearing. Then a knee pushed Darren's legs further apart and Cowboy ground himself against the smaller man.

‘This is my job. It’s all I’m good for,’ Darren said to himself. He tried to spread his legs wider, but his pants and shoes trapped them.

His cheek was now pressed against the wall. He felt the man push two fingers into him, slick with his saliva. He roughly prepared Darren, stretching him only to make his own entry easier. Then he added a third finger, pushing them deep into Darren’s tight body.

“That's right,” he breathed on Darren’s ear. Then he slid his fingers out, and quickly replaced them with his hard length, pushing it fully in with a single thrust.

Darren tried not to cry out from the pain he felt at being taken so quickly.

‘That’s it, do it, Darren. Let everybody fuck you and never forget that you are just a whore.’

Suddenly everything went dark before his eyes. He tried desperately to hold onto consciousness. He felt rough fingers dig into his hips as the man thrust hard and fast. Claimed Darren’s body as his own. Darren clawed at the wall, his body trembling with the pain, but the man continued to slam him against the wall with his thrusts.

He knew he did it this time, though, because he needed to forget his feelings for Daniel.

‘You’re just a whore! That’s all you’re good for…’

He continued repeat that mantra, until he felt consciousness leave him. And he was glad for that.

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