"Let me kiss you all over...."

"Oooh, who's a naughty boy then?"

Michelle giggled as Daniel bit the cloth of her top hungrily. "I want you," he smiled seductively at her. He was relieved she forgave him about the argument they had the other day. It was all too easy saying he was just tired and wasn't feeling himself. But you're lying Danny boy.... you're lying through your pretty teeth, and you know it....

He wanted to forget about everything. Only the warmth and scent of her soft, womanly flesh in his arms, draped over his luxurious king-size bed with him. Her tangled hair was all over his chest, and he breathed it in deeply. How delicious she smelt, how wonderously succulent.

He proceeded to take off every stitch of her clothing and soon her own roaming silk fingers were also slipping off his. "I love you, my beautiful blond one," she whispered, breathing heavily as his boxers and underpants came sliding down. She began to kiss his chest all the way down, leaving a hot, wet trail behind.

Daniel lay back, softly moaning to himself. He knew what she wanted to do.... it was his special treat. As she slowly spread his legs apart, he closed his eyes, the fire between his legs was almost painful if it wasn't to be soothed soon.... he needed release, and he felt his muscles involuntarily tightened as his body quivered under her touch. "Ohhhh.... ohhhh.... " he murmered, gripping the bedsheets or anything that was worth holding onto. "Oh-oh!" He started to thrash madly around as he felt her tongue first teasingly touch him, then roughly take him to the back of her throat with frenized passion. She giggled softly to herself, Daniel was so ripe and juicy and so damn delicious. It was hilarious to see him so worked up like this.

But something else was happening. At first he couldn't explain it, it was all very subtle and it entered his thoughts his thoughts very quietly as torrents of violent pleasure shot through him. He sucked in his breath quickly and clenched his teeth. Michelle was at her very best, swallowing him with such ferocious intensity it hurt. He pulled the bedsheets a little more and he heard it tear. Just a little more.... oh god, Daz don't stop....

His heart turned icy cold as a wave of horror swept through him. He was breathing heavily in big, deep gulps, but it wasn't only because of the pleasure. He was frightened out of his wits.

Just what had he been thinking? His girlfriend was giving him head, not Darren! How could he even think of his name?! Oh shit, I was fantasizing about him! Oh shit!

But she bringing him closer to climax and he didn't have time to think. Beads of sweat dripped from every pore of his body. "Mmmm.... oh fuck, fuck, fuck.... " He was groaning louder now, begging for release. His body was getting ready for the ecstasy that would soon overwhelm his entire being. "Oh god........DARREN!"

Darren knocked on the front door several times. No answer. Funny, Daniel's car was parked prominently outside. He'd definitely be at home then. He knocked again, louder. Still no answer. The silence around him was unnerving. He cautiously looked about the quaint, peaceful neighbourhood. Nothing stirred. He was starting to get worried. What if something's happened to him? Jonesy?

He pulled the door open and was surprised to see it wasn't locked. Now this is really scary.... he's always paranoid about security. He gently let himself him and closed the door behind him. The binds were open, revealing bright light into the living room. He was contemplating about what to do next, when he suddenly heard a low shout come from the back of the house.

That's Daniel! He sounds like he's in pain! he thought frantically to himself as he swiftly moved silently towards the bedroom. The door was open ajar and another moan echoed throughout the house. Wha.... what was that?! He stopped dead in his tracks as it slowly penetrated through his brain that this was not a cry of pain or help. Far from it. His mind was ringing out alarm bells. Get away from here where you still have the chance! it screamed at him. NOW!!! But he couldn't will his legs to move out of the hall. The bedroom was less than a metre away and the moans were now more audible. His head and heart was pounding so hard against his chest, he feared he could give himself a stroke right now. It's Daniel.... Daniel with Michelle.... Would he even dare to?

He took a few trembling steps forward before peeking through the slight opening of the door.

Daniel was clutching the pillows and bedsheets, his face so enrapted with the moment. Sweet melodic noises were issuing from his lips. Michelle had her face buried between his legs, her hands caressing the inner thighs. Both didn't notice another person was watching them from afar.

Darren couldn't move a muscle. He held his breath as he continued watching Daniel's writhing form. Something in him stirred.... a current of mixed curious emotions welled up inside him. We twist and turn where angels burn.... like fallen soldiers we will learn.... So this is what he's like.... He ducked behind the door.

But that was merely the calm before the storm. What happened next the singer would never forget.

"Mmmm..... oh fuck, fuck, fuck...." Daniel was letting out his noises, his eyes shut and his chest heaving up and down. He was ever so gradually coming. "Oh god..... DARREN!"

Silence. Dead silence.

A soft rustle was heard, as if someone was getting up quickly. Then silence again.

Shocked. Damned shocked. No, that was an understatement. No word could ever fit the description of what he was feeling now. Daniel?? DANIEL??!! the singer mentally screamed to him. What did you just say?! He must have heard incorrectly. Yes, that was it. There must have been some mistake, some mistake.... but who was he kidding? He just heard Daniel quite clearly shriek out his name, for god's sake! But-but- But what? Obviously he had been thinking about him when she was making him come.

He didn't dare to breathe. I'm not suppose to be here, remember? His brain was yet again sending out warning signals to his limbs to move, get out of this place to anywhere, but he couldn't. He had to know what was going to happen next, no matter what happened.

After what seemed to be like eternity, Michelle broke the silence. "Daniel?" she whispered in a voice so low, he strained his ears to catch the soft words. "Daniel, what was that all about?"

Nothing. Absolute, total, nothingness silence. It didn't seem like he was even breathing.

"Daniel?" She raised her voice slightly. "What is it with you nowadays? Why-why did you just call out Darren's name?"

"Sorry," came the whispered reply. "It's not what you think-"

"Then what is it then?!" She sounded angry now, almost to the verge of tears. "Oh god, my own fiance yells out his best friend's name while I fuck him shitless.... !" It sounded like she was hastily putting her clothes back on again. "Is that why you've been so cold and distant to me? Because you want to shag him now?! IS THAT IT?!" She screamed out the last words and it rattled against the windows.

"Michy, no, you've got it all wrong!" he was crying out to her desparately. "Please, listen to me! I-"

"Stay away from me Daniel!" she shouted. "Don't you dare touch me again! As far as I'm concerned, the wedding's off! I realise now that everything between us was all a lie! That was it, wasn't it! It was all a lie!"

"What do you mean?!"

"Oh, I know what I'm talking about." Her voice suddenly became very low, as if she was confiding something very private to him. "But I'm afraid you don't, my dear. You see, when Darren left Colby and moved to New York, I knew the real reason why. Colby figured it out too. It also explained a lot why he avoided you all that time." She paused. "Do you want to know?" she asked him in a sweet, malicious voice. She gave out a short laugh. "God, you're so blind and naive Daniel. Really."

"Michelle-"

"Shut up!" she spat. "I'm going to tell you, whether you like it or not. I've been so afraid my worst nightmare could actually come true.... but they have, haven't they? So let me finally reveal the truth about Darren Stanley Hayes!"

At the sound of his name, the singer winced. But he stayed put, he wasn't going anywhere. Besides, they would hear him if he did.

"Darren loves you," she started in a dull tone, almost sadly. "He's fallen madly in love with you. That's why he started having those petty fights with his wife, that's why they had such a rough time last year. Colby confided in me she initially suspected he was seeing someone else, 'cos he acted so distant and lovey-dovey all the time.... but soon she discovered it wasn't just that, it was something a lot more. She realised for the first time the way he used to look at you, how he'd steal glances at you when you weren't looking. And it wasn't like he was looking at you as a friend too, she saw there was something else in his eyes whenever he would glance your way. Then it was the way he talked to you, his body language, how he'd always sit so close to you and ever so casually touch your arm here and there in interviews. It was obvious he was falling for you hard."

Daniel gave out a little gasp as he slowly absorbed the shocking revelations. But she merely continued.

"So I decided to check it out myself. Though I've seen you two together heaps of times before, I never really analysed how he would act around you. And yes, I myself was scared out of my wits when I saw it was true before my very eyes! I mean, c'mon, straight men don't usually get all touchy to each other that much! I realised that you never noticed anything yourself, so I kept it quiet. No-one knew about it either, only Colbs and I, about the attraction Darren felt towards you."

"No.... " he heard Daniel murmur faintly. "You're lying.... "

"Lying?!" she retorted harshly. "You think I'd actually lie something as serious as this to you?! Bloody hell, I wish I was lying!" Her voice was shaking. "Daniel, I love you. I love you more than anything in this world. And now, this happens! Darren, your business partner in Savage Garden, is in love with you! How can I get that through your thick head?! And the worst thing is, you seem to be falling for him too!"

In a second, she had packed up her things and ran out the room, heart-renching sobs heard all throughout the house. She blindly wrenched open the front door and soon disappeared.

Back in the house, Darren was inert as a statue. Whirling thoughts inside his already chaotic mind was making him feel dizzy and he surpressed a sob. This was insane! How on earth did Michelle and Colby find out?! He knows now. He knows and he'll never speak to me again.

He wanted to run. Run to anywhere, who really cares now? Everything was a mess, huge pile of mess. Whatever occured just then would change them forever and he knew it. Do you love me too Jonesy?

He was just about to quietly sneak out, when he heard something come from the room. He stopped and turned. It was Daniel. He was crying.

Nothing would ever be the same again. Daniel buried his face in his hands and let the tears flow easily. Nobody could hear him anyway, so he let his emotions run wild. Oh god, what I have I done, what have I done.... How could he accidently scream out Darren's name?!

"I'm so sorry," he whispered through his hot tears. "I'm so sorry."

A thought suddenly crept into his mind. It numbed the pain for a while. Huh? What am I thinking.... He couldn't understand. Didn't understand. There was nothing. His mind went blank, perfectly blank. Very slowly he got up and and started to dress himself.

After he was done buttoning up his shirt, he strode silently into the kitchen. The empty house seemed to listen with intent at his every move, daring him to go further. He paused for a moment in front of the medicine cabinet.

A slow, sad smile spread across his lips. Anything, anything at all to the numb this pain.... He opened the cupboard and peered inside. Bandaids, bottles of yucky syrup medicine, cotton balls.... his eyes froze on a small white packet of pills. Sleeping pills.

.... sometimes this life can get you down.... it's so confusing, there's so many rules to follow.... and when I feel it, I just run away in my mind....

Run away. That's what he wanted to do more than anything in the world. Even if it killed him. Killed? What do you mean, Danny boy?

The blond haired one simply laughed softly to himself and took the pills out. He sat down at the kitchen table and stared at the warning label. DO NOT TAKE MORE THAN EIGHT IN 24 HOURS. IF PAIN OR IRRITATION PERSISTS, SEE A DOCTOR. Pain, hmmm?

In the other room, Darren tentatively walked back a few steps, wincing slightly as the floor painfully creaked beneath him. It was so silent all of a sudden, a pin dropped would have been heard a mile away.... what was going on, anyway? What was Daniel doing?

He heard a few shuffles from the kitchen and crept his way there. For the hundredth time that hour, he was painfully aware his heart was pounding... he was breathing shallowly, and he felt as if he would pass out any moment now... suddenly, without any warning, his hand smacked into a vase perched on a coffee table and it fell on the floor with a thunderous CRASH!

Daniel's head popped out of the kitchen in seconds. Darren bit his lip until he tasted blood as the blond man's eyes widened with shocked recognition.

"D-D-Darren?!" he stuttered, barely able to contain himself. He couldn't believe his eyes... was he really there?

Darren silently looked down and saw the sharp, fragmented pieces of the broken vase at his feet. Feeling light-headed, he grabbed the edge of the table for support. Daniel kept on staring at him, his eyes bloodshot and red, piercing through his very being. He was shaking slightly, the shock still obvious on his face.

"What are you doing here?" he finally whispered in a flat tone. Darren couldn't even guess what he was thinking.

"I-I came to see you. I'm-I'm sorry about the vase, it was an acci-"

"Never mind about the fucking vase!" Green eyes flashing with life now, his voice dripped with fury. "Tell me, how long have you been standing there?" He advanced towards him carefully.

Darren took a hesitant step backwards. "Dan, I'm so sorry, I just came and I... I ... I just heard..." His voice continued to trail off, unable to answer properly. ....come stand a little bit closer, breath in and get a bit higher...

"Heard what, Darren?" He sneered, feeling the hot heat spreading through his body like fire. "I know you must have been there for a quite a while... so don't try to hide the fact you heard Michelle's little speech, didn't you?"

He couldn't answer. He could still taste the blood on his tongue, ignoring the painful sting on his lip. Of course I heard... I heard everything.

For a long moment, the two men could only stare at each other, each one daring the other to be the first to react. Inside, Daniel felt so humiliated and angry, he wanted to throttle Darren that very moment. How could Darren eavesdrop like that anyway?! How perfectly fantastic this was all going to be!

"GODDAMIT, GET OUT OF HERE!" he screamed suddenly, making Darren jerk violently in shock. " I don't believe this, go to hell Darren!!!" But he couldn't stop the flood of tears that burst out, like a dam at it's breaking point. He hated Darren, he hated him for all that had happened. He rushed towards him and slapped him hard across the face, wanting him to feel the pain as much as he was.

"Oww!" Darren yelped as the first blow hit him. He reached his hand up to his face and with his other arm held Daniel's arm firmly. "What the hell was that for?!"

"You!" He slapped him again, harder this time. Darren's face was streaked with red lashes, but he still didn't fight back. "Don't you know, I have feelings for you!" He stopped abruptly. That last sentence wasn't meant to come out, but it did and now it was too late to take it back. Realising the horror of it, he stepped back quickly, as if to protect himself.

"You do?" The singer whispered after a moment. When the guitarist didn't answer, he glance past him into the kitchen. There he spotted on the table, the packet of sleeping pills and little round white tablets scattered around. Immediately it clicked in his brain about what Daniel was about to do. He blinked and turned towards him in shock.

"How could you even contemplate on such a stupid thing?!" he spat, tears springing into his eyes as he thought what might have happened if he hadn't showed up. "Dan, do you mean to tell me you,"- he nodded sharply towards the table - "were thinking of taking all of those?!"

Daniel didn't say anything. He stared at the singer menacingly. Friggin' hell, just get out of here, why don't you?!

"Daniel! Answer me, damn you!"

"I don't have to if I don't want to!"

"For crying out loud, what were you thinking?" He unexpectedly came slowly forward, tears streaking down his cheeks unshamely. "Dan, if you-if you leave me, I'd never forgive myself!"

"Leave you?!"

"Yes, and you know exactly what I mean!"

Again the two men stopped speaking and continued staring at one another, the electrifying tension between them escalating. Darren narrowed his eyes.

"I care about you, that's all," he said softly.

"Care, eh?" Daniel looked at him as if he was poison. "Is it true then?"

"What's true?"

"Don't play dumb with me, Darren. You know what I'm talking about."

He sounded so calm about it. Darren practically dared himself to meet his eyes, which were staring blankly back at him. Dan sure knows how to hide his emotions. He abruptly turned his head away.

Yes, he wanted so much to say to him, yes it's true, it's all true... I'm head over heels in love with you but it hurts 'cos you don't feel the same and-and-

"Daz, are you alright?"

"Huh?"

"You're not answering. Why don't you look at me?"

Daniel sat down on the sofa, his eyes still locked onto Darren; what was going through his mind anyway? He couldn't even look at him anymore. But whatever happened, he was going to come out of this with some answers... at least. But is that what you really want, Dan? Come on, don't kid yourself. You're actually anticipating this, aren't you?

He suddenly realized Darren was now staring at him in the most oddest way. It was as if he was probing into his very mind, his bare sould naked for him to delve into....

"Dar-"

"Shhh. Don't talk." He was ever so slowly walking towards him. Daniel's heart quickened in pace as he looked up to see him standing over him. The light overhead casted a soft, luminated glow around his head, making it look like an angelic little halo. His large, colorless eyes meet with his, and without meaning to, he shivered under his look. Huh? What IS he doing to me?

As if reading his mind, Darren bent over and gently kissed him directly on the lips. Oh god.... It was the most beautiful experience. Tingles of excitement rushed through his spine as Daniel, who first tried to turn away, responded back to him and opened his lips to let him enter.

Daniel was oblivious to everything but this. Darren's mouth locked onto is, his tongue meeting with his; it was nearly all too much for him to handle. He could feel his entire body responding, tensing, as Darren softly sat down next to him and engulfed him in an embrace, his lips still on his.

Finally, they had to break away to take a breath. Both a little breathless, they shyly looked back at each other. Darren placed both hands on Daniel's shoulders and leaned against him once more.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself." He was carefully observing him. How was he going react?

But he needn't worried. Daniel, still a little flustered, smiled faintly back at him. "No, don't be sorry." He took his hand and delicately rested his fingers on his lips. He kissed them softly. There's no turning back now, Jonesy. Goodbye Michy... forever.

"You don't know how long I've waited for this..." Darren stroked the sides of his face tenderly. "To have you here with me, being with me... kissing me..." He stopped and looked at him. "But you really haven't said whether it's what you want too. Do you-do you like me too?"

"Like you?" Daniel laughed softly, pulling the singer closer. "Sure I like you." And with that, he pulled him over for another kiss.

This time, the kiss was even more sweeter. Daniel had never kissed another being this passionately before, the hot electricity between them intensifying with every second. Is it because I've never really has such strong feelings as this before? Give in, give in.... that's what his mind was commanding him to do... succumb to the passion, the lust, the ecstasy....

"Wait." He pulled away suddenly.

Darren shrunk back a little, as if he slapped him. "Yes, Dan?" he asked tentatively, afraid of what he might hear.

"Let's not rush. I'm-you're- Look, I don't want to lose your friendship, of all things..." He lowered his eyes. I want this to be right for both of us...

He seemed to think it over and demurely nodded. "Of course Jonesy." But inside, he was scared. Just when things seemed to be going perfect... was this his way of showing he wasn't right? He had to tell him the truth first.

"But I think you should know something" he said slowly. Daniel's intent gaze was making him nervous, but there was no looking back now.

"I think I already know what it is."

"Yes, but I still want to tell you personally." He paused. "I'm-I'm in love with you Daniel. I think I always had, but never realised it until... until early last year. I tried to keep my feelings to myself, but working with you 24hours a day, seven days a week was all too much. And, and... well, I guess Michelle's told you all the rest..."

"Yes, she has," he finally answered after a long pause. Sighing, he gave him a small smile. "So what's gonna happen now, Mr. Hayes? You, in love with me, and I'm... I'm..." His smile and voice faltered as he realised he couldn't finish the sentence. Darren was looking at him questioningly, beckoning him to go on.

"Dan? You alright?"

He jerk his head. "Uh yeah, sure, I'm fine." He shook his head slightly.

He glanced at his watch. "Geez, I've gotta go. Oliver's expecting me to come over to his place in five minutes."

"Sure." Darren tried to smile back, but it hurt. "I'll leave too. I guess I'll see ya later, eh?"

"Yeah," He stood up and offered his hand to help him up. Darren politely refused and got up himself. He couldn't wait to bolt out the door. Daniel had just rejected him, he could see that clearly enough. It doesn't take a scientist to figure that one out.

At the door, the two looked at each once more.

"Bye Daz."

"See ya, Jonesy."

"Jonesy?"

"Hmmmm?"

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

Daniel smiled and kissed him on the forehead. "Of course....I want it more than anything in the world."

They were at Daniel's house, and he didn't want to wait any longer.

"I want to make love to you now," he continued, holding his lover tenderly in his arms. "I love you."

Darren beamed up at him, a picture of pure adoration in his eyes. "I love you too."

Still smiling, Daniel led him towards the bedroom. Darren pushed him onto the bed and fell on top of him soon after. They were eyelash-to-eyelash, cheek-to-cheek, nose-to-nose and lips-to-lips. It was now the kissing game, and for a while it was nothing but the union of tongues and mouths. Soon, Darren, who was still lying on top of Daniel, broke away and slowly started to unbutton his shirt while Daniel slipped off his. Seeing Daniel looking so alluring without his shirt on, he bent over and nibbled at his ear, whispering "My Jonesy, my love" every now and again, feeling his pants being taken off carefully by him. Daniel felt his own jeans and boxers being pulled off and it wasn't long before he was completely naked. Darren was still in his underpants, and he made his way down to Daniel's flat stomach, leaving a wet trail of kisses.

Daniel's overheated body was on fire now, especially between his legs where Darren was breathing oh so, so close. He moaned softly. "Oh please..." he whispered, indicating he needed some sort of release from the tension."Ohhhh...." Darren's kisses were getting nearer and it almost hurt to not be released now. He sucked in his breath quickly as he felt the wet, timid flicker of tongue torch the fire between his aching legs.

"Oh god...oh god!" he yelped Darren started to swallow him whole. He gripped at the bedsheets, his body jerking uncontrollably as torrents of pleasure shot through every cell in his body. Darren was desirously devouring him, taking him to the back of his throat. "Ohhhhh.....mmmm..." Daniel couldn't stop himself, he was writhing relentlessly as his hands grabbed onto anything that was stable. As Darren continued to suck him with ferocious speed, his muscles tightened, getting ready for the final moment. The singer glanced up at the guitarist for a second and grinned at the sight of him at his mercy.

Daniel started to groan louder now as Darren slowly pushed him to the edge. Nothing in the world could compare to this, even sex with Michelle didn't even come close.

"Shit...oh god, shit shit shit!" he cried out as the ecstatic moment finally came. His body was surrending to the passion, and beads of hot sweat broke out from every pore in his body. "Don't stop....don't stop..." he panted, rolling his eyes back as the intensity worsened. For a while he couldn't move, it seemed like he was paralysed.

Darren swallowed every last drop of Daniel's liquid then moved up and kissed him on each nipple. He looked exhausted and ready to fall asleep any minute now, but nevertheless he flashed him one of his sexy grins and sat up. This time, he flipped Darren onto his back and breathing heavily, rolled on top of him. As he locked his tongue into his once again, Darren could feel silky smooth hands sliding down to between his legs, caressing his inner thighs lovingly. Now it was his turn to moan and he didn't waste a minute.

"Mmmmm....oh..." he breathed as Daniel's skillful hands started to fondle him in the most loving way. He suppressed a gasp as he felt his hard and aroused flesh being stroked and kneaded. He gripped onto Daniel's sturdy back.

"Christ....shit, god dammit..." he was crying out meaningless and useless things, but it didn't matter. Nothing existed anymore now, only Daniel and him becoming one at last. Daniel's magic fingers were working more quickly and his melodic cries filled the house. Finally, he came, and he gave out a piercing scream, his damp sweaty skin mingling with Daniel's. Gasping for breath, he closed his eyes and moaned softly to himself. Never before had he felt so damned satisfied.

Daniel rolled off him and lay next to him, both trying to catch their breath. A part of him still couldn't believe he was actually the one who made Darren scream like that...but he had no regrets, only the ecstasy and pure happiness that he was here with Darren, the only one he had ever truly loved.