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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. My thanks to RiseAgain Phoenix for her help with this chapter, and to LQ for Beta.

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

“I might need you to hold me tonight

I might need you to say it’s alright

I might need you to make the first stand

Because tonight I’m finding it hard to be your man”

~~Darren Hayes, Hold Me~~

Savage Desire – Pt 9

Daniel’s eyes flitted nervously as they arrived at Darren’s house. There were several news vans outside and a camera crew. Ben recognized one of them.

“That’s that ass hole from the San Francisco Gate. Bastards.”

“Leo, didn’t you hold another press conference today?”

Leonie sighed. “Yes I did, Darren. But obviously they chose to ignore our request for privacy.”

“Gawk factor,” Lee muttered.

“Want to put my jacket over your head?” Ben asked.

“NO!”

Everyone jumped, and turned toward Daniel at the panic in his voice. His chest heaved as he struggled to breathe, his eyes wide, and slightly unfocused. Darren put his hand on Daniel’s knee to calm him.

“He’s just spent 18 hours blindfolded, Ben! Would you want your head covered?”

Ben shook his head. “Sorry, Dan. Wasn’t thinking. What do you want to do?” He asked as the camera crew moved forward.

“No interviews,” Daniel whispered, then hid his face in the crook of Darren’s neck.

Ben and Leonie got out of the van.

“Can we interview Daniel?"

Other reporters ran up. “How’s he feeling?”

“What were his thoughts while he was being held captive?”

“We heard he was raped. Is he worried about AIDS?”

“There will be no comment further than what was made this morning.” Leonie stated firmly.

“How does this affect the band?”

“This is private property. I suggest you leave before we call the police.” Ben replied.

“The fans want to know if he’s—”

“The fans are polite enough to not be here right now.” Leonie countered.

Inside the van, Lee picked up Ben’s cell phone and dialed the number they’d been given for the investigation. He explained quickly to Sergeant Byers what the problem was, and Byers promised to dis dispatch send a squad car to clear the property, at least temporarily.

Darren kept his arms wrapped protectively around Daniel, feeling every cringe he gave as the questions flew. The singer’s right hand moved in a gentle up and down motion on his lover’s back, hoping to calm the trembling man.

“It’s okay, Danny,” he kept saying softly. “Everything is going to be okay.”

It seemed an eternity before the police arrived. Lee and Darren did their best inside the van, while Ben and Leonie worked outside the van to keep the photographers from getting pictures. Finally they did arrive, and the reporters and news vans were soon
cleared.

Darren and Lee helped Daniel into the house while Ben and Leonie waited to thank the officers. Officer Patterson waved off their thanks.

“Like I told Mr. Carey the other day, there’s no love lost between the media and the police, either. I’m glad to drive them off… they’ll be back, though. Perhaps you could have your record company file a request with the department to increase patrols in this
area.”

“Thank you, I will,” Leonie agreed.

“And if you would, be sure you check with the department before you have that block party… paperwork and security, you understand.”

Ben nodded. “You’ll see us as soon as Dan is up to performing. Darren isn’t likely to forget how thkidskids helped.”

Patterson nodded, and the officers left.

Ben and Leo went inside. Lee was waiting in the living room.

“Where are they?”

“Darren took Daniel up to their room. He was pretty upset.”

“Darren? Or Dan?”

“Both, but in different ways. Darren is pissed because they upset Dan. And Dan… well, you know how he is about interviews at the best of times.”

“Well, give them my love. I’m going to drive out to Sony and talk to them like the officer suggested. We need to discuss the tour anyway.”

“Okay, Leo. Drive safe, and watch your temper, babe.” Ben gave her a hug.

“I always watch where I throw it,” Leonie replied with a wink.

“So, what are we going to do?” Ben asked after Leo left.

“Darren said we didn’t have to stay, but our room is still available. What do you want to do?”

Ben looked up in the direction of the bedrooms. “Do you think we should give them some privacy?”

“Darren said Daniel doesn’t like being left alone, so I think we should stay in case they need something. el hel has a lot to wrap his head around right now. They are too proud to admit it, gut they are both going to need us. Though Dan will get his best support from Darren, we can still give them both silent support.”

“I guess we should stay, then.”

Lee grinned then. “I always knew you were an understanding fellow. Now, why don’t you and I go amuse ourselves quietly in the living room.”

Daniel stared at himself in the mirror, his fingers moving to gently brush against his bruised and swollen lips; saw the bruises on his shoulders, teeth marks plain on one. Moving mechanically toward the shower, he turned the water on and, stepping in, tried to calm himself, letting the hot water course over his body. An involuntary shudder passed through him, and he rested his forehead on the
ceramic tiles below the showerhead. He knew Darren was just on the other side of the door in their bedroom. He had said he could do this alone, needed to do this alone; but now he wasn’t so sure.

He reached for the soap with a shaking hand. Swallowed uneasily as he lathered his body.

Scrubbed furiously, trying to erase the feel of him.

Where he’d touched him.

The way he’d touched him.

Hurt him.

He let the water wash over him again, hoping it would clean away the loathing he felt over his weakness.

When he started to reach for the shampoo, he couldn’t.

Hied.ied.

But all he saw was the blackness.

His hands on him.

And the tears came again.

Daniel slowly sank to his knees, sobbing, as the water poured down over him.

Darren felt the despair and was at the door, before he heard Daniel’s sobs. Opening first the bathroom door, then the shower door, he found Daniel huddled on the shower floor, body shuddering as he cried.

He stepped into the shower, not caring, or daring, to undress first.

“Danny—”

He reached out and gently touched Daniel’s curved back.

“No! Don’t touch me—!”

“Danny, it’s me, Darren,” he spoke louder, placed his open palm carefully on Daniel’s back again. “Talk to me, Danny. Let me help you.”

“Darren?”

Darren slowly moved around Daniel’s hunched form, somewhat blocking the flow of water, as the guitarist slowly sat up and blinked at him.

“It’s okay, Danny.” He held out his hand, conscious of the fact that Daniel didn’t seem to really be focused on him yet.

Daniel’s eyes moved from Darren’s face, down to the hand he held out. He stared for long minutes.

“Take my hand, Danny. You can do it. You’re stronger than that bastard. Take my hand. Let me help you.”

Slowly Daniel raised his hand toward’s Darren’s. Hesitated. Then grasped the proffered hand.

Darren raised Daniel’s hand. Shifted carefully to grasp his arm, without letting the water hit him in the face.

When Daniel was sing ing again he studied his emerald eyes. Wondered how to touch him without hurting him further.

He saw realization dawn on Daniel’s face, just before he turned away to hide his face in his hands.

“Don’t, Danny. Please don’t turn away. You have nothing to be ashamed of. That bastard is the one to blame. You survived, Danny. He couldn’t beat you then… please don’t let him beat you now.” He moved closer to Daniel, but stopped short of touching him.

Daniel turned then, wrapped his arms around Darren’s neck, and pulled him close. Rested his head on Darren’s shoulder as he cried again.

“Help me, Darren… please help me… I feel so dirty… so used.”

Darren put his arms around, Daniel. Held him firmly. “It’ll be okay, Danny… Want me to help you finish your shower?”

“No…” he whispered harshly from Darren’s shoulder. “I don’t want to shower…”

“Okay, let me help you out then.”

He assisted Daniel out of the shower, leaving the water run as he steered him toward the towel closet and carefully wrapped the soft towels around his trembling form.

“Here,” he offered Daniel a towel for his head. “I need to shut the water off.”

Daniel nodded silently, so Darren quickly went and shut off the water.

“Darren, your clothes are soaked.”

He smiled crookedly at Daniel’s surprise. “Well, yeah, they are. I wasn’t sure I should take them off… and you needed me.”

“You should get dried off. You’ll catch cold.”

Darren swallowed at the desire in Daniel’s eyes… he couldn’t possibly be thinking what Darren thought he was, could he? It was too soon, wasn’t it? Just minutes ago he’d yelled at Darren not to touch him. ‘But it wasn’t you, he was yelling at. Remember that. It was him.’

Daniel let the towel fall away, as he moved closer to Darren. His dark eyes shading slightly with fear.

“Do you hate me, Darren?”

“Wha—? Never, Danny.”

“Am I repulsive to you, because of what he did?”

“No, Danny.”

He watched, as the fear slowly turned into sadness.

“I—I just don’t want to—to… I need to know what you want, Danny… what you need.”

Daniel stepped closer. Slowly began removing Darren’s wet clothes.

“I need to know you still love me…” his low voice barely more than a whisper. “I need you to love me, Darren… please… touch me… make me forget him…”

What now? He gulped nervously… then realized that he could love Daniel without making love to him. The psychiatrist at the hosp had had told him Daniel would let him know when he was ready for intimacy. And he’d been doing that. That doctor in Daniel’s room had said no sex. But what if Daniel—? He couldn’t, could he?

Darren realized Daniel was gently urging him out of his wet pants. Then he began softly rubbing Darren’s body with one of the towel’s, drying him.

His eyes were dark, and anxious as they met Darren’s again.

Darren smiled lovingly, twined their hands together, and led him out to their bed.

They stopped beside it. Darren let his eyes run over Daniel’s naked body, as he had so many times before. It took all of his stage training to keep his gaze as warm as it had been in the bathroom.

‘Daniel is so lucky. That maniac could have hurt him so badly… could have killed him…’

As it was, his love was badly bruised. Sore. But he’d heal. He was strong; he’d be okay. Darren had to believe that.

“Darren?”

Darren’s thoughts returned to the present at the plea in Daniel’s voice.

“I’m sorry, Daniel. I—I’m just so afraid I’ll hurt you.”

“I disgust you, don’t I?” Daniel’s plaintive voice was barely more than a whisper. “You’re disappointed because I was weak… because I—because he—”

‘To hell with caution.’

Taking Daniel in his arms, Darren simply held him. He had tensed when Darren stepped forward. Tensed with a panicked gasp. The singer simply stood quietly. Holding Daniel to him. Waiting. Relying on their bond to help him understand what Daniel was feeling, as it had helped him while Daniel was a prisoner. Hoped that Daniel could open himself enough to feel his love.

When arms went around him, he turned his face up toward Daniel’s. Raised his right hand to brush gently against one cheek. Gently kissed bruised lips.

Daniel moaned softly.

Darren gently brushed the tip of his tongue against Daniel’s swollen lips, felt the hesitation, and stopped.

“Darren, I—I –”

“Shh… it’s all right.” He gently eased Daniel back onto the bed.

“Get comfortable,” he whispered. “I need to get something.”

Darren left the bedroom, coming back shortly with two large jars.

“What—?”

“It was going to be a Christmas present… but I’ll think of something else. You need it more, right now.”

“What is it?”

Darren heard a hint of fear in Daniel’s voice. He opened one of the jars, held it to the other man’s nose.

“Mint.”

Daniel sniffed hesitantly. Darren dipped two fingers into the jar, carefully dabbed the cream onto a shoulder. The one that showed teeth marks.

“Tell me if I hurt you, and I’ll stop.”

Gently, he massaged the shoulder with the tips of his fingers. As the cream worked into Daniel’s skin, Darren would dip his fingers into the jar and get more cream. He worked his way from Daniel’s shoulder, down his arm; being careful to massage the entire limb. When he got to Daniel’s wrist, he stopped.

“I’ll just get some gauze and –”

“No… don’t… it’ll just remind me.”

“But—”

“Darren, it reminds me of the chains… please don’t.”

Leaning forward, Darren gave him a quick kiss on the forehead. “Okay.”

He got more cream, and began massaging Daniel’s hand then. His long, graceful fingers. When he’d finished that hand, he carefully climbed onto the bed, and began on the other shoulder, glancing at Daniel’s face every so often. A small, warm smile forming on his lips each time he did so. Watching as Daniel’s anxiety slowly eased. Watching e bee began to relax.

“Would you like me to do your back?” Darren asked quietly. Daniel’s eyes widened and he seemed unable to answer.

“’s o’s okay. Just let me wash my hands real quick. I want to use the other jar now.”

Darren was a little concerned about Daniel’s reluctance. He’d always enjoyed having his back massaged. He shook his head. He had to let the guitarist move at his own pace. What he was comfortable with.

He returned to the bedroom, opened the other jar, and climbed on the bed again. The Vanilla seemed more aromatic. As he gently massaged Daniel’s chest with the cream, the whole room seemed warmer, welcoming.

Slowly he continued his gentle ministrations down Daniel’s left side, being careful as he massaged the area where the bastards had left bruises on his hips. He pretended not to notice the growing arousal as he began massaging Daniel’s thighs. He wasn’t sure how
Daniel would react and he was afraid of misreading him.

As he worked his way up Daniel’s right side, he noticed his eyes were closed and a tear was in the corner of his eye. Darren set the jar on the nightstand, and then moved back to Daniel’s left side.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He asked gently.

“So different…”

Darren lay down carefully, put his arm over Daniel’s chest, and placed a soft kiss on his shoulder.

“Please, Darren… I need you… like we… help me…”

Darren placed another kiss on Daniel’s shoulder. Being as gentle as possible he moved his lips along his collarbone, flicking his tongue into the dip of his throat, and then raising up on one elbow to search his face, settling on those ever-expressive eyes. They weren’t as dark anymore. Tense, but not quite fearful.

Raising his left hand, Darren gently brushed his fingers over Daniel’s cheek and along his chin.

“I love you, Danny,” he murmured softly. “You’re as perfect as you ever were.”

He ran his tongue down Daniel’s chest, avoiding the bruised nipples.

“Darren…” his voice pleaded.

He raised his head again.

“Please…” a single tear fell from his eye. “Help me forget him… please love me…”

Darren moved back up alongside Daniel and stared deeply into his frightened eyes.

“I told you, Daniel,” he spoke firmly, but gently. “I do love you. More than ever. I just don’t want to add to your pain… your
anxiety.”

“Then love me…. Like this never happened….”

Taking a deep breath, Darren bent down and kissed Daniel; his tongue once again begging entrance. Daniel hesitated, and then parted his lips. Darren deed thd the kiss then, his tongue gently exploring the mouth he knew so well. He ran his hand down Daniel’s side, running his fingers through the soft pubic hair, then brushing along his inner thigh.

Daniel moaned softly, bringing a hand up, his fingers tangling in Darren’s hair.

Once again moving his lips to the long throat, Darren started kissing and sucking softly, causing low moans to escape Daniel’s lips, and hands to move to his shoulders, pulling Darren closer.

Bringing his hand back up, Darren gently caressed Daniel’s chest, his fingers ghosting over the well-defined ribs whilemovemoved the attention of his lips to the soft spot just below and behind Daniel’s ear.

Daniel groaned loudly and arched his back. Turned his head, baring more of his neck in a silent plea. Darren smiled gently, and sucked the tender spot again. Even though Daniel seemed to enjoy his attention, he felt he had to speak.

“Please tell me if I hurt you, Danny. Or if anything I do scares you.”

Placing gentle kisses along the bared throat, he stopped to suck over the throbbing pulse. Daniel shivered again; low moans escaping with his ragged breaths.

His hands tugged at Darren’s shoulders. Wanting more, needing more.

Darren murmured softly between breaths and kisses. Assuring Daniel he was loved with all of his being. Slowly Darren wrapped himself over and around Daniel. Words and soft strokes whenever Daniel would flinch, always waiting until there was some small indication he was ready to continue.

The first time Daniel’s hips arched against his, Darren couldn’t stop his shuddering moan. He cursed silently when Daniel stopped
moving, but continued his gentle touches; worshiping Daniel as tenderly as he could.

Soon he felt Daniel’s desire again, as he whimpered, eyes barely open, while his hands tried to guide Darren where
his voice could not.

As their bodies began to move together, Darren ran his tongue lightly over Daniel’s lips, sliding inside the sweet warmth as they parted, a need filled moan slipping out. Frantically Daniel sucked at the welcome intruder, causing Darren to fight to keep his growing lust quiet.

As his hips bucked up again, Daniel’s hands pressed Darren’s hips down. Suddenly his back arched and he released his hold on Darren’s tongue, threw his head back and cried out, the sound a seeming lament.

Darren pulled his lover close. Held him firmly, but gently. Began rubbing his hands up and down Daniel’s sweaty back, occasionally kissing his forehead, listening to his ragged beathing while he struggled to come down. He also felt Daniel’s relief, but the sudden tears surprised him.

Lifting a hand to gently brush the hair from Daniel’s face, Darren let his fingers glide gently down his cheek, before grasping his chin lightly with thumb and forefinger, and urging him to look up.

“Hey, hey… what is it, baby? What?”

Daniel could only shake his head while his body shook, tears falling freely. Darren held him close and murmured reassurances. Rocked him slightly. Stroked the back of his head and whispered his litany of love. When Daniel quieted, Darren pulled back a little to kiss him gently on the lips.

He looked into Daniel’s eyes when he opened them. He felt Daniel’s uncertainty, and saw it in his eyes.

“What, Danny… tell me…”

Daniel rolled his hips slightly, and Darren realized he was still hard. He had stopped everything when Daniel had orgasmed, but his cock was being stubborn.

Darren sighed lightly, lay back on the bed, and pulled Daniel to lie in his embrace.

“I’m fine, Daniel. Don’t worry. It’ll be okay.”

Following actions with words, Darren pulled the sheets up over them and tilted his head so his cheek rested on the top of Daniel’s head. He listened as Daniel’s breathing evened out. Felt him calm. Then eventually sigh deeply.

Placing a final light kiss on Daniel’s head, Darren smiled contentedly and drifted off to sleep.
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