Rated: NC-17, M
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Warning: That fic is not nice, happy or bright at all. It deals with some dramatic issues, so if you don't consider yourselves really big angst lovers, please skip this one. It's serious, deadly serious.

A Twist in Time
by Wicked Witches

PART 1

Karl rubbed his temples, desperately trying to ignore the growing headache, unfortunately for him, without much success. He should be used to it already, too much beer, noise and work combined with the lack of sleep weren't what doctors called a right body treatment. It was his fault anyway, the first day off for over two weeks and was he sleeping like any responsible man would? Oh God forbid, he was sitting in a bar with Daniel and Ben, getting drunk, without much of a reason really. What a nice way to spend an evening.

"Shit," he moaned, "I would kill for an aspirin."

If he expected a sensible reaction or at least a pat from his mates, he had been awfully disappointed. All he got was a sarcastic chuckle from Ben, followed by an even more sarcastic response "Aww, poor baby wants some aspirin. Would you like me to kiss you and make you feel all better?� "Stop fucking about," Karl almost snarled, pushing away the hand that was snaking up his thigh.

"Oh come on baby," Ben laughed, "You know you want me. Man you look so hot when you get all forceful and pissed off." Leaning in closer, Ben began to nibble his way up Karl's neck, gently, caressing the usually hetro drummer.
"My my Karl, is that a drumstick in your pocket or are you *really* pleased to see me."

Karl shifted awkwardly, trying to move himself out of Bens clutches. He berated his treacherous body for responding to the ministrations of the other man. Ben was a flirt, Ben was a tease. He was also pretty hot, but he was a guy and Karl didn't want to deal with the fact that he was responding to said guy.

"Oh, leave him alone" He moved his head a little in the direction the voice was coming from. Oh, shit, he had forgotten about Dan. The guitarist was staring at them with an amused expression on his face and Karl found himself blushing. No reason to of course, how many times had *Dan* been the one that was trying to sneak his hand into Karl's pants but tonight he found himself really vulnerable. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe the fact that Ben's attention was too pleasing for his own good.

"If I leave him alone, Danny boy, then who'll take care of him? You?" asked Ben but sat up leaving Karl's tormented body.

"Shut up Ben," Dan laughed at his mate, "Now I know Karl is a little cutie, but I am in no need for the company of another man. I have my Darren waiting in my nice warm bed upstairs."

"Yeah, but he's not going to give it up tonight is he Danny boy," Ben countered, taking another deep gulp from his beer, "I saw the looks he gave you when you insisted we didn't take the Tonight Show next month. Looks like I'm not the only one who's going to be frustrated." He watched as the blush crept up Daniel's cheek. "What do you say we share him?"

"Excuse me," Karl interrupted, ignoring the way his groin tightened at Ben's words," I think I'd have some say in that and the answer is no fuckin� way."

Ben wiggled his eyebrows. "I think someone protests a little too much" not waiting for any answer he put his arm around Karl's shoulders and pressed his body into his tightly.
"Maybe you have Darren, Dan" he smiled, not giving any attention to Karl's frantic attempts to free himself "but my bed is cold and lonely tonight. I could use a good, nice, hot and willing friend." He let go of his mate's arm and Karl practically bolted in the opposite direction

"You sick fucker!" he nearly shouted "I am not hot, not nice and definitely not willing."

Dan grinned "You are absolutely right, Ben," he nodded at his friend "He protests way too much."

"Listen *buddy*" both guitarists blanched at the emphasis Karl put on the word buddy, "You want something hot to snuggle up to in bed tonight, I'll lend you my hot water bottle, you got that?"

"Yeah, if you say so," Ben smirked, still convinced the protests were mere words. Karl held up his hand almost conceding there was no talking to Ben in one of these moods. "I'm going to the restroom. I hope you can think of some other line of conversation before I get back."

"Going to *relieve* yourself honey," Ben cooed, "be sure you lock the door. I don't want to wake up to the headlines "Savage Garden drummer arrested looking for lottery ticket in men's restrooms. Understand?"

Karl flipped Ben the finger, "Oh yes baby...go on right there," The two seated men dissolved into fits of semi drunken laughter, leaving Karl to spin on his heels and head for the bathrooms.

"You know, I bet I could get him into bed," Ben stated matter-of-factly as the laughter began to die away.

"Nah, you're not his type," Daniel pointed out, "he likes breasts."

Ben shrugged "Ah, so, a challenge. I love challenges."

Daniel rolled his eyes and sighed, "Ya know, sometimes I think you are way too weird but then I remember who you are and it's ok." he finished the sentence putting all sarcasm he could provide in his voice. Ben was a good friend and a good human being but sometimes, especially when he was drunk, he was more than happy to find any reason to cross the lines. Daniel had a feeling that this was one of those times.

"I still think I could get him. A little nibble here, a little nibble there, some vodka and guy is mine." To prove his point he started talking about all his ex boyfriends, the one that lay in his bed straight and woke up not so straight anymore. Daniel half listened, half ignored the drunken ramble finding absolutely no pleasure in hearing what positions Joey preferred exactly and why.

"...and... like I was saying before, I could get him." Ben ended up and took a big sip of his now empty bottle. Daniel thanked God silently that it was all over already but he couldn't help himself, he had to throw some sarcastic remark.

"Ben, you couldn't get Karl into bed if he tripped on your pyjamas and fell head first towards it. He's straight. He likes girls. You have the wrong equipment."

"Come on now Dan, " Ben protested, "people used to think that about your honey pie at one time didn't they, until he met uncle Benny. Think about it, if I hadn't educated him in the joys of man love do you think the two of you would be playing hide the sausage now? No, think of this as a public service. If I open up Karl to his true sexuality, perhaps some other lucky sap is going to find what you have with Darren."

"You fucking assehole," Daniel spat through gritted teeth, "Why d'you have to bring that up again? It's in the past."

"Oh Dan, you may think of it in the past, but there is many a night Darren still joins me in bed, in spirit if not in actual presence. You know I made him scream when he came don't you?? D'you ever do that?"

Daniel clenched his bottle so tight he was surprised it did not shatter.
Why did Ben bring this up? Ok, they were drunk and Ben was only teasing but it was a living hell to think of his lover in the arms and the bed of his best friend.

Ben seemed absolutely oblivious of Daniel's nearly murderous thoughts, he leaned down a little and whispered "Three minutes and he's gonna hump me like a dingo in heat."

Daniel didn't answer that, the whole 'let's seduce a straight guy' game, boring him suddenly. Maybe it had something to do with rather vivid images of naked Mr. Carey and Mr. Hayes playing little riding hood and bad wolf with each other. He decided to let the subject drop by simply ignoring it. They sat in silent for about a minute.

"Fifty bucks says I get him into bed Dan," Ben finally spoke, not prepared to just let it drop. On any other occasion, neither one of them would behave in such a manner, but the heavy consumption of alcohol and the tension Ben's taunting had stirred had turned both guys into someone else.

"Ok," Dan smiled nodding towards the direction of the restrooms, "looks like you're about to get the chance." Ben turned his head to see Karl emerging from the doorway.

The two of them watched as Karl left the bathroom, seemed to stop and look around the room as if he was lost. "Hey baby," Ben waved, "forgotten who you're with?"

The drummer moved towards the two friends and regained the seat next to Ben. Ben wasted no time in his efforts to prove his legendary seduction skills to Daniel. "So what do you think baby," he breathed hot air into Karl's ear, "You sharing with me tonight or what?"

"Erm...I-I," stuttered the darker man.

"Come on honey," Ben cooed once again rubbing a thickly muscled thigh, "Don't be coy, you know you want to." He leant forward, slowly, and two sets of eyes stared intently. Gently he brushed his lips over the drummers before claiming his lips in a fierce, tongue-battling kiss, then grinning as Karl practically jumped up and stood up, looking at Ben wide eyed.

"I... I..." he begun his heart pounding like mad. This was not what he expected; this was NOT funny at all, not even a little. He had some very shitty adventures already, a war, few murderers and a little meeting with vampires but this... this was simply...

"Oh boy" he whimpered extremely eloquently

Ben started to laugh watching his friend pale face "I told you Danny." He spoke to his friend "straight men are the best fun."

Daniel merely shrugged, not interested in any of Ben childish games anymore. "Sit down" he practically barked at Karl, like it was his fault than Ben decided to turn the drummer into tonight's 'influence of the week'. He was angry, frustrated and that immature behaviour of theirs was annoying the hell out of him.

"Hey Gorgeous," a female voice interrupted the proceedings. All three men turned towards the source of the voice. The woman was young, with long dark hair almost down to her waist, big blue eyes and a figure to die for. It was immediately obvious her attentions were on Daniel as she reached out to delicately finger his collar, "You wanna dance?"

"No I don't think so," Daniel politely declined. His denial was greeted by a fierce shove from Ben.

"Come on Danny boy," Ben cajoled," Time to get that stick out of your ass. It's only a dance. It's not like she asked you to get into her pants. That's not what you were asking was it miss?" Ben asked the woman, a wicked twinkle in his eye.

"Of course not," she beamed back, the same spark in her own features.

"Well off you go then Danny boy. Give Karl and me a chance of a little quality time to ourselves."

Daniel considered further protests for a moment, but it was just a dance and he did need to kick back a little more. He was sick of the torments from the rest of the guys about never being able to relax.

"Yeah OK," he smiled trying to make that grin seem genuine," I'd love to dance," as he allowed the girl to lead him over to the dance floor.

As soon as they disappeared in the little crowd Ben turned his attention to his still stunned mate.
"So, Karl, honey..." he nearly purred the words, causing his standing friend to pale a little more "What do you say we call it a night and spend the rest of the party in my room. I have the whole drawer of condoms if that's your concern."

Ben had to suppress the laughter as with the last statement Karl took one rather big step back.

"Erm... listen... erh... pal," Sam began stuttering "I eh... thank you, really but I don't want to... I eh... I have a headache." he finished, looking rather proud of himself. Such an awkward situation and he convinced the guy to leave him alone or... did he?

He gulped when Ben stood up and approached him but only to brush past him.

"Fine, be an ice-princess," he thrown over his shoulder "I still think you are just a little shy though. Ok, I'm going back to hotel, you coming with me or do you wanna play baby-sitter with very sober Mr.. Jones?"

Sam considered the proposition for a moment. He, as usual, didn't have a slightest idea where was he, with whom, why the hell those guys had Aussie accents and where did he live. And was Al somewhere in the sight? No, of course not, he's going to show up as soon as Sam would know everything.

"Our hotel?" he asked cautiously. He might as well assume that he was one of them. Of course the vision of spending the night next door to this guy made his skin crawl but what other options did he have? He might stay here of course but it looked like that other guy... Daniel, as far as he remembered, was already semi drunk and he didn't want to deal with that now. He needed time to think.

"No, mine and Pope. Yeah, *our* hotel, what is wrong with you Karl? You took something?"

"No, I eh... I think I drank too much."

He watched as the evil smile crept on Ben's lips "My poor baby. You know what's the best medicine for that."

Sam didn't even want to guess what that was, he just shrugged and smiled as convincingly as he could in that situation. He already felt it wouldn't be an easy mission; actually, he had some really bad feelings.

"Yo...Danny," Ben shouted across the crowded bar. Daniel didn't hear them. Despite his earlier reluctance, the blond now appeared totally mesmerized by the leggy girl he held in his arms as they swayed in time to the soft music.

Ben raised an eyebrow at the spectacle before him. The girl�s hands had slipped beneath Dan's shirt and she was pressed against him so tight you'd need a crowbar to separate them.

"Look at Danny boy," Ben nodded in the guitarists direction, causing Sam to follow the direction of the other mans gaze, "I think someone is going to be really pissed at him if he's not careful."

"His girlfriend," Sam pointed out, witnessing the scene before him and analysing Ben's words. He put the two together and with the limited information came up with the number five.

"Ha ha," Ben laughed, "don't you dare let Darren hear you say that, unless of course you want to join the ranks of the unemployed. I know he can be a complete bitch when he's on one, but a girl?? You're in a funny old mood tonight Karl.�

//Damn damn damn// Sam cursed himself. That was foolish. He should never have volunteered anything until he had the full picture. Thankfully, it seemed the other man�s inebriated state had avoided any real suspicion. Sam decided there and then that he would keep conversation to a minimum and just go along with the flow until Al arrived and gave him some clues as to what the hell was going on.

"Come on," Ben prodded, "He's somewhere else. Won�t even know we're gone."

"Sam shook his head, the body he was inhabiting had obviously partaken of too much alcohol, the room began spinning and before Sam knew what was happening he felt himself stumbling forwards."

"Wow, easy there Karl," An arm shot out and gripped Sam around the elbow, pulling him towards the other man, so that he was leaning up against him. Sam realized that Ben's groin was now pressed against his hip, and he squirmed a little uncomfortably as he realized he could feel the lump in the other man's pants. He tried to pull away, but that only made the room spin more.

"Easy Baby," Ben cooed. "Just helping you to stand. You've had quite a skinful and I don't want you falling over and knocking yourself unconscious."

Sam smiled weakly, grateful for the support and at the same time chiding himself for being so spooked. "Besides, I like my lovers to be awake."

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