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Make You Mine	By : LindaG Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Savage Garden Views: 1384 -:- 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.

Chapter List
- 1-Make You Mine
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This story is a complete figment of my deranged mind. No harm is intended.
Category: A/U. In my world, the boys are both in the 12th grade. Both 18.
Hurt/Comfort. Violence. Swearing.
Pairing: D+D
Rating: NC-17
My thanks to Kat for beta and helpful plot suggestions. I had to re-edit this because I realized I forgot one of the requirements, so any mistakes are mine.

Words and phrases that had to be used:

"Not in a million years"

procrastinate

"Laugh it up, fuzzball!"

"You threw off my groove."

lemon

Make You Mine

The lanky blonde leaned against the wall, right leg bent at the knee, foot flush against the wall. His arms were crossed over his chest, the look on his face warning anyone off of telling him to stand up straight or move along. He hated assemblies. School wasn’t so bad, and he was actually looking forward to Uni, but he hated assemblies. Hence his position at the back of the room, awaiting his escape. He’d been very careful with grades and academics. Being just good enough to excel at football and pass all his courses with grades that would get him into Uni without singling him out for undo attention. English was his only weak area. It had required him to forego football this year, but it would be worth it. You couldn’t get anywhere anymore without some type of degree, and he really wanted to be an architect.

He zoned out the current speaker. Something about the debate team. He let his gaze wander. To his left, a knot of students captured his attention. He recognized Colin Jaskl and his bad news group. They had surrounded someone. He saw a flash.

‘This is going to get nasty…’ He pushed himself up off the wall. ‘Just have to see for myself.’

“Laugh it up, fuzzball, and you’ll be joining our little prissy here.”

He recognized Colin’s voice and the charming attitude he used with all his followers. Daniel didn’t know what anyone saw in the prick. He moved closer, trying to gauge the situation.

“We should get him out of here, Col, before a teacher catches on…”

“Right, move!” he threatened the student in his grasp. “And not a word…”

The group pushed out one of the back doors. Daniel glanced around. Never a teacher when there was real trouble brewing. He quietly opened the door and looked around. They were just disappearing into the boy’s bathroom. He followed along.

“Down on your knees, bitch. I ain’t got off in a while, and I want those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.”

“No! Not in a million years.”

The defiance in the soft voice surprised Daniel. He eased the bathroom door open, amazed that the normally squeaky thing hadn’t howled his arrival. He saw Jasen, Wil, Seth and Garret all standing around a kneeling form. Long black hair hid the bowed face. Male, Daniel realized. He watched as Colin put the knife under the boy’s chin, using the flat of the blade to bring his head up.

“Oh, I think you will…” Colin let the threat hang.

Daniel inhaled sharply. The boy’s pale skin was flawless and his blue eyes flashed with anger.

Colin turned at the sound. Daniel quickly drew himself up and put on his stoniest face. Wil and Garret quickly grabbed the boy and held him as he attempted to escape.

“What you lookin’ at, Jones? You threw off my groove, bargin’ in like that.”

Daniel let his gaze move to the boy on the floor for just a moment, before returning itthe the dangerous one in front of him.

“Hey, maybe you want some too?” Colin sneered. “He’s pretty, ain’t he? Transfer. Been watching him.” Colin ran his fingers through the boy’s black locks possessively. The boy shrugged away, contempt written all over his face. “He’s even prettier now.”

‘Now?’ Daniel racked his brain. Thought back to three days ago. Right before the English exam. The transfer student who had come in. Who hesitantly offered to tutor him the next day when he’d received his test back with the big red ‘F’ on the front. Daniel looked down again. He’d been blonde three days ago. And as much as he hated to admit it, Colin was right. Darren did look prettier now.

Colin turned back towards Darren, apparently not considering Daniel a threat.

“Be a shame to mar that pretty face…” Colin hinted as he unzipped his jeans.

Darren tried to rise, shake the hands off him, contempt quickly changing to fear as hands grabbed his arms and shoulders and the flashing blade glinted dangerously in front of him.

“Do a good job and I’ll let you do the rest of the boys… do a bad job…”

Darren turned his head aside, but the flash of the blade brought it back around. Daniel watched the blue eyes close in resolve. Colin stepped closer to his captive and the knife fell away just a bit.

It was enough for Daniel. He moved with the speed and grace he was known for on the field. He grabbed Colin by the back of his shirt and slammed him into the wall. The seriousness of the situation made him less inclined to be gentle, even if they suspended him.

As the knife fell from Colin’s limp fingers, Darren struggled up again. Three of the boys jumped on him, while Jasen tried to help Colin. Daniel threw Colin’s unconscious form into Jasen, knocking him off his feet. He grabbed Wil and threw him into the nearest stall.

Seth had just punched Darren in the face when Daniel grabbed his arm, preventing him from hitting the prone boy again. Anger clouded Daniel’s vision as his right fist landed on Seth’s jaw, knocking that boy cold too.

He turned toward Garret, who held his hands up in front of him and scrambled away from Darren, knocking Wil off his feet as he staggered from the stall.

Daniel leaned down and helped Darren up from the floor, pulling the battered boy toward the bathroom door. In the hallway, he could hear shouts from the auditorium. The school cheer. Everyone would be leaving soon. He hurried Darren toward the nearest exit, then out to the student parking lot. He unlocked the passenger door of his battered old car and gently urged Darren into the seat. He went around to the driver’s side, got in, started the engine and squealed out of the parking lot.

After a few minutes, he chanced a look at Darren. He was shaking, tears quietly rolling down his cheeks.

“Are you okay?”

Darren nodded quietly. Daniel was none too sure about that, but he couldn’t do anything else right now. Not knowing where Darren lived, he took him to his home. He sighed inwardly with relief to see the driveway empty. That meant his parents wouldn’t be home. Hopefully they’d be gone for a while.

He got out and then went around to get Darren out. Darren shifted away fearfully.

“I’m not going to hurt you, Darren. Come inside. I’d like to get some ice on that swelling before your eye closes completely.” He held his hand out. “Please?”

Slowly the huddled form sat up and allowed the tall blonde to help him out. Daniel helped him inside and sat him down at the kitchen table. He filled a plastic bag with ice and handed it to Darren.

Darren flinched as the ice touched his bruised cheek. Daniel crouched down and studied his face. Bruises. Split lip. Everything would heal without scarring. He wanted to reach out and touch the soft skin, to reassure Darren, but the uncertainty in those amazing blue eyes stayed Daniel’s hand.

He shook his head, sighed, and stood up. “Would you like something to drink? Tea? Soda?”

“Tea, please. Do you have any lemon?”

“Not real lemon. Got some lemon juice. Mum uses it for cooking.”

“That’s okay. Just tea. And sweetener… if you have it.” He finished hesitantly.

“Sure thing.” Daniel replied brightly. He hoped he could convince Darren he was harmless. Something about Darren called to him. Was it possible?

He sat the glass of tea on the table and put several packets of sweetener beside it, then sat down with his own glass of tea. Darren set the ice pack aside to fix his tea. Daniel watched his hands. Darren’s fingers were shorter than his, a bit thicker, but by no means fat. He glanced up and realized Darren had been watching him watch his hands. He blushed deeply and looked down, turning to his own glass of tea.

Darren quietly studied his savior. The way Daniel had stared at him when he had first offered to coach him in English had left him a bit uneasy. Daniel’s appearance in that bathroom, as he stood quietly watching, had made him more so. Darren had been terrified he might be beaten, raped, or killed, in spite of the front he’d put up momentarily. When Daniel had attacked Colin, he’d nearly fainted with relief. He hadn’t been able to appreciate it in the car, but Daniel’s low voice was rather pleasant. He had been very gentle, too. Even when Darren had been afraid of him. And now the lanky blonde seemed hypnotized by his hands. He grinned
when Daniel realized he was watching the watcher and turned away, flushed. They sat in mutual silence for a bit.

“Thanks. For what you did back there.” He began nervously.

Daniel’s eyes met his and he smiled shyly. They were a beautiful shade of aquamarine, the sunlight reflecting both blue and green. Daniel returned his smile and it immediately put him at ease. With a smile like an angel, he couldn’t mean him any harm, could he?

“No problem, mate… about that English—”

They heard the front door open. “Daniel! Where are ya, boy?”

Darren watched as the smile faded and Daniel paled.

“That’s my dad. Sounds like he’s been drinking. I was hoping he’d stay gone.”

“I can leave, if—” Darren stood just as Daniel’s father stumbled into the kitchen.

“What the hell is going on’n here?”

Daniel jumped up to stand in front of Darren.

“Nothing. Darren’s going—”

“I told you boy, you don’ bring your fuck-buddies into my house. I’m a decen’ God-fearin’ man!”

“Darren’s going—”

Darren looked on wide-eyed as Daniel’s father backhanded him, nearly knocking him off his feet. He jumped when the man turned toward him.

“You!” the man waved a finger in his face. “Git outta my house!” He advanced threateningly.

Darren stepped back nervously, but before he could take more than a step, Daniel was between them.

“Go out to my car, Darren.” He said without looking at him.

Darren hesitated. He didn’t want to leave Daniel alone with this man. He was twice Daniel’s weight. Daniel shifted when his father moved.

“GO!”

Darren bit his lip but did as ordered. He figured it would only make things worse if he delayed. Outside, he waited nervously. The yelling inside was muffled by the door and slight distance. Finally Daniel emerged, a livid bruise now coloring his cheek, too.

He motioned Darren into the car and he got in quickly. He wanted to say something, but the look on Daniel’s face made him reconsider. He sat quietly and wondered if Daniel would take his anger and frustration out on him.

Daniel clenched his jaw and grimaced. He was screaming inwardly. Raging at the unfairness. Why couldn’t his father accept him? What would he do now? He’d lashed out without thinking. His father had hit him often enough before, he could deal with that, but when he’d moved toward Darren… he’d been so afraid his father would hurt him.

“Where do you live?” he asked, wincing again at the harshness in his voice.

Darren told him in a small voice. He looked over at him and realized the boy was afraid of him again.

“Look, I—I’m sorry… I’m not angry at you. Or with you, or anything like that, okay?” the hard set of his face weakened.

Darren nodded and Daniel turned his attention back to driving.

“You’re gay?”

There was no condemnation in the question. No spite or antagonism. It was a simple question.

“Yeah.” His voice broke and he pulled over as tears began to fall. He pressed his lips together firmly and tried by force of will to stop the wetness.

“You got in trouble because of me, didn’t you?”

Daniel didn’t acknowledge the softly spoken words or look at Darren. If he did, wha what little control he had would falter completely. He began to shiver. It was several minutes before he realized Darren had pulled him into an embrace. That his hands were rubbing soothingly on his back. That he was murmuring words of reassurance.

Daniel’s resolve crumbled and he began to cry. “I couldn’t let him hurt you… I couldn’t.”

“Shh…”

He huddled into Darren’s warmth. “He threw me out, Darren. I don’t know what to do or where to go. My job… it’s only part-time—”

Darren put a hand under Daniel’s chin and gently forced him to raise his head.

“You can come home with me. My brother and sister have moved out. When I tell my folks what you did for me today, they’ll be grateful. They’ll understand, too.”

“But will they want a faggot in their house?” Daniel spit the word out venomously.

Darren smiled softly, theaneeaned down and kissed Daniel’s lips tenderly. It was just a short kiss, but filled with burgeoning emotions. “They already have one. And they already know. They’re quite supportive.” He wiped the tears from Daniel’s cheeks with his thumbs. “Why don’t you take me home and meet my parents?” He chuckled at the implication of that statement. “In a manner of speaking, that is.”

Daniel sat up and smiled weakly. His fingers gently touched his lips a moment before he wiped his eyes with the backs of his hands and sniffled loudly. Then he put the car in gear and checked to be sure traffic was clear before completing the trip to Darren’s house. When they arrived he hesitated.

Darren walked around, opened his door and held out his hand in imitation of Daniel’s earlier actions. The lanky blonde smiled weakly again and put his hand in Darren’s, allowing the shorter boy to pull him out and into the house.

Daniel had a quick look around. The house was similar to his in size and the neighborhood had looked similar, too. Lower middle class. But there was a warmth in Darren’s house that Daniel had never quite felt in his.

“Is that you, Darren? You’re late.”

“Sorry, Mum. I brought a friend home.” Darren called out and pulled a less than enthusiastic Daniel into the kitchen.

A woman he guessed to be about the same age as his own mother turned to greet them with a smile. It faded quickly as she took each of their jaws and turned them to look at the bruises.

“Oh, Darren. What happened?”

“Daniel saved my life.”

Darren’s mother put her hand to her mouth and gasped. “Please tell me you’re being overly dramatic, Darren.”

The shorter boy hugged his mother. “Sorry to scare you, but it’s true. These boys had me cornered in the bathroom. Pulled a knife. Daniel saved me. He’s in my English class. He took me to his house and gave me some ice, but his dad threw him out so can he stay here?”

“What?” his mother chuckled nervously. “Your father will be home soon. Why don’t you boys get washed up and help me get the table ready? You won’t be able to hide those bruises from your father, so you can explain everything more clearly at the table.”

Darren smiled and kissed his mother on the cheek. “Thanks, Mum. Come on, Danny. You don’t mind if I call you Danny, do you?”

Darren’s mother laughed as Darren pulled Daniel out of the kitchen and down to the bathroom to follow her orders.

Twenty minutes later everyone sat down to dinner. Darren properly introduced Daniel to his parents and gave a more orderly explanation of the days events.

“Well, I’ll be calling that school tomorrow, those hoodlums need to be dealt with.” Mr. Hayes promised.

They ate dinner while his parents talked about their day also. When they were finished, Darren’s mother served dessert while Darren put a calming hand on Daniel’s leg. The blonde had been completely silent while the family conversation had flowed around him.

“It’s interesting that you have matching bruises.” Darren’s father began.

“His dad thought we were together. Daniel got hit defending me. His dad threw him out. He needs a place to stay.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, Daniel. Are the two of you together?”

Daniel blushed at the straightforwardness of Darren’s father.

“Dad! I’ve only known him for three days!”

“I knew the first day I met your mother that she was the one for me.”

Darren blushed then, too.

“Okay, okay,” his father teased. “Give him your brother’s room until you two decide. Then we’ll see which room is the larger, okay?”

Darren jumped up and moved to the head of the table. “Thanks, Dad.” He hugged his father.

Daniel mumbled his thanks, awed that they would take him in just like that. They finished dessert—chocolate crème pie—and then Darren grabbed his hand and pulled him up and out of the dining room.

“That’s my parent’s room,” he called out as he pulled Daniel along behind him. “My sister’s room. My brother’s room, now yours, and this—” he opened his door with a flourish of his arm, “is my room.” He pulled Daniel in and shut the door, locking it with a
quiet ‘snick’.

Daniel wondered for a moment if he was going to need rescuing. He thought his circumstances a bit more pleasant, though, as he looked around Darren’s room. Bookshelves filled one wall. Fantasy novels lined the shelves. Shelves on the opposite wall held a small collection of Star Wars toys.

He turned and gasped to find Darren behind him. Darren smiled coyly. “I still haven’t thanked you…”

Daniel swallowed at the light that burned in Darren’s eyes. “Y—yes, you did. In m—my kitchen.”

The tall blonde swallowed again as the shorter boy raised his hand. The deep blue eyes held his as Darren’s fingers gently traced the lobe of his left ear, stopping to tug gently on the gold earring.

“Would you do that to me? Pierce my ear? Mark me as yours?”

Daniel chuckled nervously. “Mark you as mine? Darren, we hardly know—”

In the moment that Daniel had spoken, Darren had closed the gap between their bodies. The hand that had teased Daniel’s ear pulled his head down and once again the soft, full lips were pressed against his. He whimpered helplessly as Darren’s tongue brushed over his lips and then pushed its way into his mouth.

Daniel gasped loudly when Darren slowly pulled away.

“I think my father is a very wise man, don’t you, Dl?” l?”

“I—uh…”

Darren began to unbutton Daniel’s shirt. He knew he was being forward and it surprised him, but unless Daniel told him to stop he wouldn’t procrastinate, he would go through with it. Darren licked his lips at the site of Daniel’s thin, bare chest. His ribcage was well defined. A faint line of hair led down from his belly button. He brought his gaze back up and saw that Daniel’s nipples had peaked already. Goosebumps became noticeable all over the expanse of tanned flesh.

His rescuer was “Beautiful. You’re beautiful.” He whispered, using Daniel’s shirt to pull him forward so he could taste one of the pert nubs.

The tall blonde moaned deeply, forgetting that both of Darren’s parents were in the house.

Still holding tightly to Daniel’s shirt, Darren moved his questing lips upward, his tongue savoring the unique flavor of the tanned skin underneath. He nipped Daniel’s chin before moving to capture the open mouth with his again, delighting in swallowing the sounds of pleasure that seeped from within.

Darren smiled at Daniel’s seeming paralysis. Thank god he hadn’t been frozen to inactivity earlier.

“Are you okay? With this? With us?” Suddenly he was unsure. He knew what he felt, but what if Daniel didn’t feel the same way, in spite of the moans coming from his beautiful throat?

In response, Daniel grabbed his waist and pulled him close, grinding their groins together.

“I’m very okay with this, Darren.” He stroked a pale cheek with one hand. “I can’t believe my good fortune. Today has turned ife ife upside down, and you want me.”

He leaned down to suck on the full lower lip as his hands slowly began to unbutton Darren’s shirt. Daniel shivered at the sensual sound that fell from the shorter boy’s lips. He released his hold on the lip that was even fuller now to take in the view before him.

They were such contrasts. Daniel was tall and thin, Darren was short with an average build. A fine dusting of hair covered his chest, but his nipples stood hard, showing how aroused he was by Daniel’s presence.

He mimicked Darren’s actions and was surprised by how the shorter boy’s hips jerked. Darren’s head fell back, his eyes closed, as a high-pitched moan floated from his opened lips. Daniel repeated the action and the world spun around him.

When it steadied again, he found lust darkened blue-black eyes staring down at him as he lay flat on his back on Darren’s bed.

‘Okay, file that away. Nipple stimulation equals uncontrollable Darren…’ was all he had time for as lips met his in a searing kiss.

As Darren’s mouth tried to devour him alive, Darren’s hands were busy. The next thing Daniel knew, the smaller boy was urging him out of his pants.

“I want you so bad,” Darren’s soft voice was pleading. “Please, Daniel, please.”

Daniel gasped for air and nodded, lifting his hips to help Darren peel off his pants. His cock throbbed painfully, the cool air doing nothing to relieve the ache. He watched Darren reluctantly climb off him. He gave Daniel a quick kiss, then went to his dresser. He opened a drawer and rummaged around a bit. Then he came back with a foil package and a tube.

“Here, let me.” Daniel’s low voice was rough.

Darren smiled and handed the package to him. He shivered and moaned when Danielledlled it on. Then he opened the tube and squeezed a generous amount on his fingers.

“Darren, I—I—” He stammered. Darren was obviously more experienced than he. All he’d ever done had been oral so far.

The shorter boy kissed him sweetly. “I’ll be gentle.” He said as he spread the lube over the condom, then used the excess to prepare Daniel.

Daniel moaned and his body moved unconsciously. He gasped as he felt something enter him.

Darren rubbed a hand along his inner leg. “That’s my finger.” He informed Daniel, as he slowly worked it in and out. “And another.”

Daniel gasped at the fullness. “You’re so tight, Daniel. Relax. I’ll make it good for you. I promise.”

Darren worked a third finger into Daniel’s opening, stretching him as much as possible. The taller boy writhed uncontrollably.

“This may hurt a bit…” Darren warned him. “But I’ll go slow.”

Daniel’s eyes widened as Darren’s hardness slowly pressed inside. He paused when he had penetrated Daniel’s outer ring. The beautiful eyes had closed tightly and the handsome face was etched in pain.

Darren leaned to the side, placing his weight on one arm, and began stroking Daniel’s weeping cock. A rhythm came easily to his still slick fingers. Slowly the pain faded, replaced by a deep, rumbling moan. Daniel’s hips bucked and he thrust quickly, burying himself deeply in the tight warmth.

Darren placed quick kisses over every bit of flesh he could reach. Licking, nipping, sucking on the long neck as his hand moved from the hardness between them to caress any part of the body he could reach.

Daniel gasped and moaned, unintelligible sounds mixed with words of love as his body moved of its own accord. Darren loved the look of rapture on his face.

Suddenly Daniel grabbed Darren’s arse and pulled him close, holding tightly as his body arched rigidly. Darren quickly captured his lips, swallowing his cry of pleasure. Moments later he cried his own into Daniel’s willing mouth and he collapsed on top of the taller
boy.

Darren gasped air for a few moments, then pulled out to dispose of the condom. Daniel opened his eyes and looked at Darren, love shining as plainly as the sweat on their sated bodies.

“That was amazing,” he said with a thick voice.

Darren smiled and climbed onto his bed beside Daniel. He stroked the side of Daniel’s face, teasing the ringed ear again. He leaned down, giving the taller boy a sweet kiss.

“So, now that I’ve made you mine, would you be my Valentine?” He smiled sappily at Daniel.

“I’d love to.” Daniel kissed his lips in return. “And if you still want me to, I’ll pierce your ear and make you mine, too.”

“I thought you’d never ask.” Darren returned his kiss and snuggled close to his savior.

The End
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