The Fight

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Chapter 6

The echo of his words from earlier combined with the insinuation that he was easily substituted for was just enough to make Daniel snap. He smashed his mouth against Darren’s, his lips slanting wildly at a travesty of a kiss. Brutal, possessive, angry.

Darren laughed mockingly against Daniel’s mouth, then clung to his shoulders as Daniel tore his mouth away. Daniel bucked his body back and growled ferociously in his ear, “You are mine.” With a swift, violent thrust at the last word, he was inside Darren.

With a cry, Darren leaned back against the smooth surface of the mirror, his body screaming against the sudden penetration, but quivering for more. He gasped when Daniel began to move, the lack of lubrication making the friction an exquisite match of pain and pleasure. Daniel’s mind had cleared somewhat of the annoyance he’d felt moments earlier, swamped instead with the sensations of being inside Darren’s tight body. He could feel the rings of muscle working around him, squeezing him, teasing him. He withdrew slightly and thrust in again, swearing loudly at the incredible pressure and depth even as Darren shouted simultaneously.

Watching the singer carefully from underneath lowered lids, Daniel’s eyes glazed over with lust and a satisfied dominance. As he slowly established a rhythm, a low rumble escaped his lips at the sight of his beautiful pale-skinned Darren writhing in pleasure. The singer could only repeat Daniel’s name again and again in gasping breaths as the guitarist gripped his firm buttocks and rhythmically thrust into him, deeper each time. He fucked him roughly and as the pace built, his right hand blindly found Darren’s cock, stroking it in time as it eagerly quivered.

Darren was completely out of control, beads of sweat beading on his forehead as his head tossed back and forth accompanied with low carnal moans. He leaned on his elbows again, his hands clenched at his sides because his bones felt completely melted. Oblivious to Daniel’s intense observation, he begged Daniel to fuck him harder, deeper, and affirmed his pleasure when the guitarist obliged. Daniel’s hand squeezed and fondled Darren’s cock, causing his body to jerk off the table, his hips rising up into the air.

As Darren’s legs wrapped around him tighter, Daniel could feel himself getting close. His mind emptied of all thoughts as the sensations took over, all except one. Mine. Darren’s body thrashed about as he felt Daniel entered him more erratically now, still powerful and relentless, until with one final violent thrust he drove them both into oblivion. Daniel swore furiously as he emptied his load into Darren. He pulled the singer closer as the waves of their mutual orgasm seemed to just reverberate through both their bodies. He felt the hot stickiness of Darren’s cum spill against his abdomen as the dark haired man cried out and shuddered from his release.

Daniel just held Darren close against his chest as the pleasure slowly hummed away. He nuzzled Darren’s neck softly and with a satiated rumble whispered, “Mine.” Darren’s laugh sounded much like a purring lion as his fingers traced patterns on Daniel’s back under his shirt. Daniel pulled away slightly, his eyes sleepily curious at the cause of his mirth.

“Did you ever doubt it?” Darren murmured in explanation, his expression wry and loving. Daniel paused for a second to absorb that, and what he concluded seemed to propel him into action.

He kissed Darren tenderly, gentle on the darker-haired man’s bruised lips. He reluctantly pulled back, and ducked out from the vice like grip of Darren’s legs. Darren watched him with a heavy-lidded gaze, letting Daniel slide his pants back up and gently anchor him off the table back onto the floor. The guitarist savored the feel of Darren’s skin and he slipped down the silken shirt that had been bunched around Darren’s shoulders.

Daniel then paused and gazed deeply into his lover’s eyes. His voice was low as he revealed without humor, “Yes, I did. I don’t understand you and I… I hate you for it sometimes…the way you are…”

Darren started with initial hurt, then his eyes flashed with understanding and he replied impassively, “I know. But I won’t make it easy for you to hate me anymore. I’ve waited too long for this to do that anymore.”

Daniel nodded distractedly at his lover’s vow, then after taking a deep breath, he launched himself closer and kissed the singer again but more ardently. Darren wrapped his muscled arms around the tall finely framed man, making sexy growling noises as their lips clung and moved sensually over each other.

Then just as it had begun, suddenly Darren’s arms were empty, chill air replacing Daniel’s warm male body. He looked up in confusion, his eyes unfocused and milky with beguiled wanting and ebbing satisfaction. His mouth gleamed with moisture and was swollen from Daniel’s fierce parting kiss. The small sound of pleading loss that was torn from the passionate singer wrenched at Daniel’s iron reserve. But still he pulled back and stood just outside of Darren’s reach. His eyes lowered, he drew in a shaky calming breath as he adjusted his clothing and tried not to focus on what had just happened. He then slowly looked up and clashed his gaze with his best friend’s. Expressionless, he waited.

Darren slowly gained his senses again and did up his pants as well. He stared intently at Daniel, trying to figure out what kind of game the guitarist was playing. He rubbed his arms to warm himself, the sweat cooling under the sleek black material of his shirt that rippled as he moved. His body ached sweetly in places that hadn’t experienced it in so long, it felt almost unfamiliar. Darren’s mind flashed with images of their violent joining and his body tingled in response.

With a calming breath of his own, he perused Daniel’s body silently with his eyes, hungrily drinking in every contented shiver, every tightly rippling muscle. The vulnerable lines to his torso, clothed in a loose knit full-sleeved shirt; his jaw, shadowed with dirty blonde stubble that made him appear rakish; and finally his mouth, slightly parted in such a sexy way, Darren knew it was unintentional.

He seemed so fragile standing there, his face without expression and yet the incredibly gentle heated and satiated look in his glimmering green-grey eyes conveying some kind of message. Darren frowned slightly, his beautiful face only slightly marred by the perplexed expression. His mind raced with questions and their possible answers. Why had he pulled away so suddenly? Did he regret what had just happened?

He stared deep into Daniel’s eyes searchingly and when the blonde, lean yet lithe guitarist shivered involuntarily in response, Darren suddenly realized what he was waiting for. He took in the way Daniel’s tongue darted out and moistened his dry lips much like a panther would watch his next potential meal, and then slowly closed the distance between them. His movements were slow and lethargic from the sensual assault on his body. They were both breathing heavily still from their earlier exertions, but almost in unison their breath sped up as he approached.

Daniel watched with a calm he was far from experiencing, while the singer prowled closer as if being irresistibly drawn by some hypnotic force. He couldn’t help but run his eyes impatiently over Darren’s tight fitting clothes. Those shiny black pants had always played havoc with his senses, he realized now as he recalled the adrenalin rush he used to get whenever his best friend used to teasingly swagger around in them on stage. And he’d attributed it to just concert excitement. Darren was lucky they hadn’t ripped in his fervor.

He waited. His eyes were stormy as he fought to keep the emotion from them. His hands clenched as he fought to keep from trembling. The air was charged with something more than just the sexual tension of earlier. He caught Darren’s gaze, saw the knowledge and regret in them and tried to swallow the sudden lump in his throat.

Just as a sheen of tears reflected in his eyes, just as his resolve started to crack, Darren was there. His strong arms were around him like an iron band, declaring protection and love. His entire body embraced Daniel’s, muscles softening where Daniel sought comfort, hardening where he was wont to retreat. One arm curved around the broad of Daniel’s lean back, clutching at his opposite side. The other was pressed gently against the guitarist’s mussed blonde head, pushing it down into the curve of Darren’s neck.

All Daniel had really wanted was to know that everything was forgiven. That he wasn’t the only one confused, hurting…risking. What had just happened wasn’t how making love should be. They both knew that. When normally he was such a gentle lover with women, Daniel had wanted to stamp Darren as his and his alone and in a violent manner. He was apologizing for it in his own way.

And so they stood, the singer cradling his guitarist to him in a tableau of emotion. Darren, in all his made up, fashion-lent grandeur, was stripped of all his popstarish personas. Daniel, in his usual fashionable yet casually tight-fitting attire, was for once naked with his emotions. An oddly comforting sight of two opposites attracting. Two wrongs making it right. At complete odds with the carnal urgency of just moments before, this was what separated humans from animals.

What made it all the more tragic and beautiful was the melody to this heartrending moment. The sounds that accompanied each tremor as it passed down Daniel’s slender frame, and were readily absorbed by Darren’s steadfast strength.

Darren held onto him hard, stroking his hair, as tears filled his own eyes. “I’m sorry, Danny…I’m so sorry…I should never have let it get this bad…all this time wasted…don’t cry…please…” Like a mantra, he repeated these words over and over in a hushed broken whisper. His lips brushed against Daniel’s ear, causing shivers of an entirely different ilk to course through both of them.

Daniel’s right hand clutched at the midsection of the flimsy shirt Darren wore as if it were a lifeline, rumpling it away from his skin. His left hand pressed against his band mate’s chest and his thumb returned the comfort by gently caressing the exposed skin at the neck of the shirt. As the singer stroked his head soothingly, Daniel rubbed his face, now wet with tears, and then his mouth against the arch of Darren’s neck and he seemed to naturally adapt the same rhythm. He kissed the damp skin there then licked at the salty moisture, then kissed it again.

Finally he lifted his head slightly and inhaled a shaky calming breath. Pulling back so that the two of them embraced each other on an equal footing, he looked deeply into Darren’s eyes and murmured huskily, “I-I’m not sorry, Darren. This is the only way I…that either of us…would have seen this…or accepted it. By fighting it. By fighting each other. I’m only sorry that it took this long…and that I hurt you all this time.”

Darren drew in a sharp breath at the love gleaming in Daniel’s eyes. He marveled with a sense of disbelief that after all this time, Daniel should feel the way he had been feeling all along. But there they were shining from those beautiful eyes…the love, the forgiveness, the hope…the knowledge that things were right again despite all they had to work out, to talk about. But also in them was a knowledge that now was too vulnerable a time to deal with these outstanding issues. He would never cease to be in awe of Daniel’s sense of clarity and wisdom.

Suddenly he saw a twinkle of amusement touch his band mate’s eyes, now crystal like the ocean after a storm. Frowning in puzzlement, Darren asked, his voice soft and strained, as if he had overworked his vocal chords, “What is it?”

That glorious smile of a thousand rising suns flashed down at Darren, blinding him for a moment, as Daniel replied in a mischievous tone, “I wonder what poor Ben is making of all this.” Darren started in remembrance at the mention of their spiky-haired backup guitarist, and then his blue eyes sparkled as he just burst into laughter.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ben stood out on the balcony and contemplated jumping.

Earlier and unbeknownst to his two mates, he’d been alarmed by the sounds coming from the other room and had opened the door a crack to see if they were ok. The sight that had met his eyes had been way too much sensory information for his taste. So that’s what had been eating at them all this time.

He’d quickly shut the door but the damage had already been done. Unable to stand listening to the sounds any longer, he’d declared his duty as peacemaker done and over with. But as he’d headed for the door, he’d realized that if he left, the others would no doubt want to come in and congratulate the men on patching up their differences.

Ben had doubted they would have been pleased with that, especially in the state they had been in when he’d last seen them.

That had been nearly an hour ago.

And so he stood out here on the balcony, the only place in the suite that he couldn’t hear their moans and cries from. Not in reality anyway.

He damned his vivid imagination for the thousandth time and took a swig of the last sample from the hotel mini bar, dropping the empty bottle down with the others. He never drank, but tonight called for an exception. As he looked at his watch, he thought and hoped perhaps they were done ‘making up’ and went to head back inside. Pulling at the handle on the sliding glass door, Ben’s frustration grew and he swore out loud, then contemplated jumping again.

The damned thing was locked.

~*~ The End ~*~