The Fight

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Chapter 5

Darren’s mind was a jumbled mess and with each accusation Daniel made, his body shook more and more with a gut-wrenching hurt that he didn’t understand. And yet he did. Because Daniel’s words hit closer to home than he would like to admit. But it wasn’t at all as vulgar as his band mate was trying to make it out to be! Or was it? Darren looked away from the fire and outrage in Daniel’s eyes, he couldn’t bear to see him so angry and confused. He needed Daniel. It’s not just lust, damnit! A little voice inside of him interrupted him tauntingly. But he’s right! You do want to fuck him right now.

Darren shook his head violently, gritting his teeth and rumbling, quietly, “No!” He realized he’d spoken out loud and looked up at Daniel, who still stood in his mockingly inviting pose, and repeated more firmly, his eyes turning steely as he struggled to show no emotion but failed, “No. I don’t.”

Daniel’s eyes widened slightly with a malicious glee as he saw Darren’s inner turmoil through those smoky blue eyes. He laughed sharply and took another step closer, so his face was but mere centimeters away from his partner’s. Darren flinched but didn’t move away as Daniel breathed in his scent and with his lips almost brushing his cheek, replied softly, “Liar.” His eyes glowed green with a strange excitement and a touch of insanity as Darren clenched his jaw, trying to withstand the temptation he’d been fighting for years. To touch this man. He knew if he gave in, he would lose Daniel’s trust forever.

Suddenly Daniel smiled or rather he bared his teeth in a travesty of his normal radiant grin. He ran his good hand up Darren’s frame, slowly caressing the air, but not quite touching the singer. Darren sucked in his breath in agony, his body tensing and screaming for that touch. “Do it, Darren,” Daniel urged, whispering into his ear in a quiet, hateful tone, “Rape me. Fuck me. You’re stronger than I am. Do it.”

“No. Stop it, Daniel.” Darren spoke in a low, pained tone, unwilling to look at the rakish blonde man with his scruffy five-o’clock shadow making him look all the more dangerous…and attractive. They stood as if almost about to take each other into their arms, a mere inch separating their body. Darren could feel the heat emanating from his band mate’s body, it felt as if electricity were conducting back and forth between them.

Daniel seemed to not have heard him, as he continued pestering with cold calculation, “Come on, Darren. Don’t tell me you’ve never thought about it. Hmm?” He slowly and seductively slid his silken shirt open further, exposing more of his upper torso and causing Darren to suck his breath in once again. Then with a sudden movement, Daniel darted his good hand down and firmly but gently clutched Darren’s groin. The singer jerked, gasping in shock, looking up and finally clashing gazes with his guitarist. He squirmed trying to get away from the sensual massaging and rhythmic caress of Daniel’s hand.

“Show me what a bastard you can be, mate.” Daniel clenched his teeth sardonically and stared hard at Darren, watching as expressions of shock and confusion were chased by unwilling arousal. He felt his band mate’s loins become heavier with arousal as he stroked and massaged him through his tight-fitting but flimsy pants. “You like it, don’t you? Make me play your whore, Darren…that’s what you want, isn’t it?” Make me hate you, Darren…

Darren closed his eyes, trying to push Daniel’s hand away half-heartedly, his mind fogging with the sensations he was experiencing, when like a bucket of cold water, he realized what Daniel had said. His eyes flashed with incredible hurt and anger and his control on his temper snapped.

The singer violently pushed Daniel’s hand away and in the same motion, grabbed his band mate by the groin and hissed in mock-agreement, his eyes glazing with unshed tears, “Yeah, Dan. That’s exactly what I fucking want! Come on Danny, bend over! Be my whore, you little shit!”

Daniel growled in discomfort as he realized Darren had turned the tables but wasn’t being nearly as gentle or as seductive as he had been. In complete reflex to the pain Darren’s squeezing fist was causing, he backhanded the fragile looking singer across the face.

From the sheer force of the blow, Darren went flying into the dresser, unable to brace himself as his ribs jarred painfully against the hard wood. He stayed there in that crumpled position for a few moments, half-propped by the dresser, his head laying down on it, his face buried into his arm.

Daniel watched him with a hot gaze, drained of emotions, as a fine tremor went down his band mate’s body, and he realized….Darren was really crying. Not the angry, hurt or frustrated tears of earlier, but tears of complete and utter hopelessness. As if he were a broken man.

Darren felt defeated. His face hurt yet again as did his chest and ribs, but he didn’t care anymore. Nothing mattered. Daniel hated him and his entire world was shattering apart. He cried silently and in almost a detached manner as part of him scoffed at the fool he was making of himself.

What did you expect? Did you actually think Daniel would just fall into your arms as if it were the most natural thing in the world?

Even if Daniel had been female it would have taken him a long time to get used to the idea of Darren seeing him as ‘more than just a friend.’ But the fact that he was male, well it just complicated things further.

Darren knew his band mate wasn’t homophobic, but he had no idea what the guitarist thought of the whole idea on a personal level rather than just a social one. His actions confused him, but the singer knew that Daniel was just angry and hurt, lashing out, dealing with it the best way he knew how. That cynical part of him finally pointed out the stark truth.

Oh, might as well spit it out! You risked this friendship on the hope that Daniel wanted to fuck you and it’s obvious he doesn’t!

The shudders deepened as Darren tried to fight the waves of guilt and depression that were so strong, a roar filled his ears. Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder, gripping it so hard, it felt like his shoulder blade would crack. He looked up, a devastated look on his face, as if awaiting the final blow of the executioner’s axe.

He had but moments to try and focus his gaze, blurred with tears, on Daniel’s intense, determined expression before his partner’s face closed in. Abruptly, Darren found himself trapped in a forceful embrace, his bruised lips and mouth being tenderly ravaged. Daniel pushed him backwards against the dresser, causing the mirror to shake from the sudden impact.

Darren felt the length of Daniel’s frame pushing against him. The heat of his thighs pressed against his, the titillating masculine scent of his freshly bathed torso, the hot moist feel of his tongue reaching into the recesses of his mouth, comforting yet arousing. Daniel’s mouth moved roughly over his, as if he were inexperienced in the art, but Darren knew it was just because this was all different and new to the guitarist.

The dark-haired singer leaned his head back as Daniel pressed harder against him, his lips moving fiercely, clinging to Darren’s, their tongues stroking each other’s in a frenzied mating dance. He clutched the back of Darren’s head with his good hand, pushing it towards him. But Darren wanted to be closer…closer, closer still. He wanted more. He wanted to be inside Daniel. No…he wanted Daniel inside of him.

Daniel suddenly pulled back, but he only moved an inch or so. His breathing was labored and so intense that Darren’s muscles clenched with wanting at each rasp. His unfocused green eyes, mussed hair, well-kissed mouth…it was all Darren could do to hold back.

“You…want me…inside…?” his voice was timid and yet filled with yearning.

Darren realized then that he had somehow managed to voice his thoughts. And the incredible look of vulnerability on Daniel’s face made him feel like a prick for pushing this beautiful man. He shook his head, denying huskily, “It’s ok, Danny…you don’t have to…—”

The blonde man cut him off, his eyes sharpening slightly with determination, “It’s not that. I just…won’t I hurt you?”

Darren stared at him impassively, not wanting Daniel to see his eagerness, not wanting to pressure him. He explained softly, only a slight tremor in his voice revealing his emotion, “My body can handle it. I’m…used to it.”

Daniel looked down at the reference to Darren’s previous male lovers, a muscle in his jaw ticking slightly at the unfamiliar feeling of jealousy. When had he started being so possessive? His grasp on Darren tightened and as if taking out his emotions on the dark-haired man, he resumed the silent ravaging of his mouth. Darren held on, the maelstrom of desire and a slight fearful awe of the depth of Daniel’s passion rendering him almost passive. It was like Daniel was…feasting on him. Branding him. It was more intense than he’d ever imagined it would be.

The force of Daniel pressed against him eventually had Darren bent backwards over the vanity. Daniel made a sound of frustration at this, and finally just elevated Darren right up so he was half-perched, half-leaning on the edge of the table. Releasing his band mate’s mouth from his bruising kiss, Daniel focused his tender but rough attentions on Darren’s jaw and neck. Soon he grew more impatient and just pushed up the smooth silky black shirt, exposing Darren’s lower torso and chest. Fascinated, he paused to watch the way each gasping breath sent a ripple through the impressive muscles.

Darren leaned back on his elbows, his head falling back and touching the mirror of the vanity. He sucked in each breath like a smoker would suck a joint after having gone too long without. He was almost glad Daniel had given him a reprieve of sorts. He wasn’t sure how much sensory stimulation his body could take without demanding fulfillment. Thinking Daniel wanted to stop here, he lifted his head up again to speak, but all that came out was a shocked, aroused gasp as the guitarist’s hot, moist mouth closed on his left nipple.

Daniel felt a surge of power and possessiveness as he suckled and teased Darren’s very sensitive nipple. His right hand held the silk shirt up, and effectively kept Darren’s bucking and squirming body still as he continued his onslaught. His left hand rested lightly on the waist of Darren’s pants, but as Daniel moved on to torment and pleasure the other nipple, the hand almost casually went to the zipper and began to slowly slide it down. Darren’s legs almost reflexively clamped about Daniel’s fragile hips. Daniel gave one last swift and almost painful suckle on Darren’s nipple causing the singer to call out his name.

He lifted his head, and for a moment Darren was genuinely frightened by the intensity of the hunger he saw in Daniel’s eyes. The singer ran his vague gaze over Daniel’s tousled dirty blonde hair and wet mouth. He really did look, with the feral impatience glittering in his eyes, like a lion that had been rudely interrupted in the midst of his meal.

“I—Daniel…” Darren couldn’t seem to be able to form sentences, to explain that Daniel didn’t have to do this. But the moment Daniel’s name left his lips, Darren was lost again as he watched his band mate’s eyes narrow with pleasure into gleaming silver slits.

Daniel liked it when Darren said his name that way…so helplessly, so pleadingly, so lovingly.

His expression almost defiant, Daniel finished unzipping Darren’s pants slowly, his hawk-like gaze taking in the way Darren’s eyes closed in enjoyment. He watched the way the singer almost hiccupped with wanton gasps, and just as he began to tenderly slide down the pants and boxers, he had a flash of Darren and how he must have been with… him.

His jaw clenched at the unwilling images flooding his mind, a little demon wondering in his ear if Darren had been this unguarded, this beautiful for everyone he had been with. His hands clenched on the material of Darren’s pants as he fought the surges of jealousy. Just as he thought he had control of them, Darren did the worst thing he could possibly do. He looked up, his gaze innocent and worried, and asked Daniel in that sweet voice if he was alright. Daniel’s jealousy exploded inside him.

Almost snarling, he yanked the material in his hands down so it tangled about Darren’s knees. His rough movements caused Darren to sharply call Daniel’s name again, but the guitarist’s mind was too fogged with his raging emotions. He pushed Darren’s legs up and tucked his body under and between them so not only were they effectively shackled together, they were also wrapped around him. Darren’s blue eyes widened in aroused shock as Daniel brusquely gripped his naked waist and leaned his head down, pausing only a split second to glare at him fiercely before his impatient mouth closed hungrily over the singer’s manhood.

Darren cried out, his voice breaking at the sudden intense pleasure swarming him. His body jerked and writhed uncontrollably. His head dropped back hard against the mirror as, in reflex, his hands clutched at Daniel’s blonde head and he lost the balance his elbows had given him. But he didn’t feel the pain. His eyes closed, his mind filled with swirling colours, with the vibration of his fast beating heart, with the sounds of his own helpless cries. His legs tried to free themselves of the tangled pants, but Daniel had made sure they trapped him well. So he tightened the grip his knees had on Daniel’s narrow hips, rewarding him with a low restless growl from the younger man.

As if to retaliate, Daniel sucked hard on the sensitive skin and grazed his teeth across it. He released Darren’s cock, only to run his tongue roughly down the underside of it and press the tip of it against the slight indent between his testicles. Daniel felt the power of Darren’s desire through each quiver of his manhood. He wanted to absorb all of Darren’s essence, his scent and taste into him. And he wanted to leave his mark in its place. Just as Daniel’s exploring tongue reached that sensitive spot at the base of Darren’s genitals, the singer jerked and yanked the blond man’s head back by the hair.

Daniel’s eyes tore up a bit from the painful grip Darren had on his hair, but his anger and ardor overshadowed any pain. He growled Darren’s name in warning, his nostrils flaring, his eyes flashing. Darren responded by forcing Daniel closer with his legs, until the younger man’s burgeoning erection pressed against Darren’s naked arse, the two separated only by the flimsy layer of his nylon pants. When Daniel’s eyes widened with fury and fear and he made to back away again, the singer’s legs became like an iron clamp.

Darren’s eyes grew impassive again as watched the emotions chase each other across Daniel’s face. His tone was flat and with a timbre of threat as he spoke, his soft voice low, “You can stop. Or you can finish this. It’s your decision.”

Daniel lowered his head, trying to think, to clear his head. Was he going too fast? The vulnerable line to his frozen form suddenly stiffened as with panic he thought of Darren going elsewhere to satisfy his needs. Maybe Darren didn’t really love him, maybe he would get over him by the next week, maybe what both of them were feeling was just a phase…but Daniel would be damned if he let someone else make love to Darren tonight!

Raising his liquid green eyes that were so light one could wonder if he was on something, Daniel slowly slid his left hand along Darren’s naked hips and up his muscled abdomen. He let his fingers tangle with the mat of hair on the singer’s chest, watching Darren’s gaze turn wary at his actions. Closing a fist on the rumpled shirt Darren still wore pooled around his upper chest and shoulders, Daniel dragged his band mate up to a semi-sitting position to kiss him sweetly. Unbeknownst to the dark haired singer, Daniel’s right hand made quick work of his own fly and adjusted his briefs.

Darren kissed him back but cautiously, knowing something was afoot. He waited for Daniel to have his fill of the kiss, then when he felt the grip on his shirt loosen slightly, he pulled back and stared at the blonde man boldly.

“Well? Have you decided?”

Daniel gave a feral smile and a slow nod, his eyes sparking, and replied, his breath brushing Darren’s lips as he spoke, “You’re mine…and if anyone will fuck you, it will be me.”

Darren raised a brow infuriatingly at this possessive remark and challenged, “Oh really? Then put your dick where your mouth is…rather where it was. Or are you all talk?”

The guitarist straightened proudly, his eyes blazing at the insolent remark. Dragging Darren closer he snarled in his ear, “Don’t push me, Darren.”

But the singer knew his buttons too well. “Come on, Danny. Make me your whore. Or I’ll find someone that will.”

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