Rated: NC-17, R
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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 6

Cautiously, Ben managed to prise one eye open, the sunlight streaming into the room causing the guitarist to drag the sheet over his head. His tongue had donned a woollen overcoat and he simply couldn't recall how many kangaroo's armpits he must have kissed to develop such an awful taste to his mouth.

Of course, all of this paled into insignificance when put up alongside the seventeen-piece drum kit that had been assembled in his head and was now being frantically pounded. "Never again." He said out load as his mind frantically scrambled to form some recollection of the previous night. He always said never again, but then there was always someone to twist his arm. Sometimes Karl, occasionally Lee but more often than not it would be Dan.

Dan had been involved last night, Ben was sure of that. His mind replayed a clear picture of a slightly inebriated blond musician, grinning at him as they sat beside the bar. Karl had been there too; Ben smiled as he remembered tormenting an out of sorts and fiercely hetro Mr. Lewis for most of the evening...

Damn...

Ben scowled silently when one part of the conversation returned to him with surprising clarity. He had bet Dan that Karl would be humping him like a dingo in heat within the next few hours. Since he'd woken up alone and couldn't remember any kind of 'activities' at all with the dark haired drummer, he could safely assume that he had lost. Part of him was both relieved and horrified that such a stupid bet could ever take a place. Another side of him, the same part that was probably responsible for all the mess in the first place was mentally patting his back, quietly assuring him that he always could try again.

Ben chuckled a little and pushed the sheet away from his body, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and raising himself to a sitting position. Yawning lazily, he reached up to run his fingers through his hair. He realised what a mistake that was after about 0.02 seconds, his hair being a mass of gel and sleep induced tangles. Carefully, he retracted his hand, wincing as he snagged a particularly large clump of fused hair.

"I think a shower is in order Mr. Benjamin." He spoke aloud. "I think you are right." The guitarist addressed his somewhat invisible manservant. The journey to the bathroom was a task in itself, but Ben worked out, he looked after himself, and he wasn't going to let those few short meters beat him.

The vision that stared back at him from the bathroom mirror had slightly more clout. Shaking his head gently, Ben marvelled at how he had turned into his Dad after the New Years party in such a short space of time.

A few minutes and one hundred curses later he actually made it to the shower. Turning the cold water on, he started to repeat his earlier vows over and over again, trying to ignore the chills that were running through his body making him quiver. He knew he deserved it, he was a bad, bad boy last night and it was a harsh but well deserved lesson.

His mind washed mercilessly with memories he'd have preferred to remain lost; trying to seduce Karl; betting with Dan that he could; sending Darren downstairs to find Dan knowing, that he was fooling around with some girl. He knew there were probably other sins he couldn't remember at that moment, waiting to resurface at the worst time possible.

After few minutes beneath the punishing chill of the cold shower, he finally started to wake up and feel like an actual human being. He gladly changed the water temperature and started to wash off every trace of last night's events.

Gently Ben worked the shampoo through his hair, smoothing out the tangles with his fingers as he went along. As the soap trickled down the lines of his body, the young Australian moved it across the planes of his skin washing away the stale sweat and the alcohol that had seeped through his pores.

Gradually his hand worked lower until finally it closed loosely around his flaccid penis. His eyes slid shut and a sigh escaped his lips. Gently he worked the creamy lather along the length of his shaft, and let himself be lulled into the sense of security one could only obtain by holding your dick in your hand.

Lee was there, nothing unusual in that fact, Lee always seemed to find his way into Ben's most private moments of late. What was unusual was the way the dark haired man knelt at his feet, clad only in a tiny red leather g-string, looking up at him with trusting eyes and swollen lips.

Throwing his head back Ben went with the image. It was Lee's mouth that surrounded him, gently coaxing him to erection and not the gentle tug of his own hand. So hot and warm and wet and lovely, just the way Ben knew it would be.

He gasped loudly, when the tension that needed to be free soon built itself in every part of his body and started to ooze from the tip of his cock. His mind let the vision that was playing before his eyes become sharper; he now saw that scene so clear, like none of his fantasies before. Those beautiful, warm eyes that he wished looked at him with love one day were now closed a sign of an ultimate concentration he knew from so many concerts and rehearsals.

"Ben," The vision on his knees smiled up, gently backing away from his groin "I'll do whatever you want. Anything."

Ben groaned loudly, jerking his hips wildly as he continued to gently stroke himself. How many times had he imagined those words before? Almost as quickly as those words had caused his heart to quicken and his cock to throb, something else flashed through his brain.

"Ben. I'll do whatever you want. Anything." Lee said once more, but this time the object of his affection glared at him through tearful eyes, anger clearly evident on his beautiful face. Ben shook his head, struggling to clear the strange unwanted vision, but it wouldn't leave. His hand slowed his physical need no longer so important as another image played in his head. He was throwing money at his band mate, the anger still so clear in those deep brown eyes.

"What the fuck?" Ben muttered to himself, slightly conscious that his erection was wilting faster than a daisy in a microwave and then his knees began to go as the most powerful wave yet washed over him. He fell back against the cool tiled wall, struggling to shake away the image of Lee on his knees once more, but this time it wasn't before him. He was in a seedy bar, staring up as some monster fed him a huge cock.

And suddenly Ben knew. He knew that none of that had been a vision, there were no hallucinations, it had happened. All of it.

"No." It wasn't a powerful statement but it took all Ben's strength to let that one, simple syllable to pass his lips, when all he really wanted to do was to scream, or run, or both. All his muscles bent like the strings in his guitar and in that exact moment Ben was sure he's going to faint. He didn't but he wasn't grateful for that. If he lost his conscious he would be at least for few seconds, been freed from the images that nested itself in every free corner of his brain, playing before his eyes like an old B-class movie that you just couldn't help but remember.

The club...

The street...

The words...

Oh, God, not the words...

Ben leaned heavily on the bathroom wall for support, not really sure would he be able to stand still any longer. His fingers, the same fingers that only a moment ago were caressing his erection, now were gripping shower curtains so tightly, that the material began to tear.

He needed to sit down...

With shaky hand, Ben leant forward and twisted the tap, the water slowing to barely a trickle before shutting off completely. Grabbing the hotel bathrobe for a rail to the side, Ben cautiously stepped from the shower, and wrapped himself in the heavy towelling.

Moving into the bedroom, he almost fell onto the end of the bed and buried his head in his hands. The previous night had been a disaster, Ben knew that with all certainty now, total recollection swiftly returning.

What was it with Lee? Why was he letting himself be used like that? What drove him to put himself at such a risk, not only his future in the band, but the physical danger he was subjecting himself to? Suppose the gorilla from the previous night had wanted something Lee wasn't prepared to give? Was there anything that fit into such a category? If he'd wanted to take Lee out into a back alley and fuck him senseless, would Lee have had it in him to say no?

Ben swallowed as he remembered his own reaction. He'd been furious, confused and perhaps even a little jealous. Lee was obviously in some sort of trouble, Ben should have been more supportive, should have let his friend know that he was there for him, but all he'd done was treat him like something unpleasant he'd found on the bottom of his shoe. What would that do to Lee? Would it make him even more vulnerable? Would he be running to another seedy bar that evening, looking for something to block out the pain his 'friend' had caused him?

Ben could hear alarm bells in his mind, warning him that things were going to be very different from now on. It took him a few seconds to realise it wasn't an internal alarm that was ringing but in fact, his mobile. Stretching across the bed he picked up the small handset and looked at the display. It was Dan. Ben glanced at his watch. He was late for breakfast and he was sure Darren had given the order. He could just imagine his 'princessness' barking out Dan "You tell him we are *waiting*."

But did he want to go down there? Lee would be there, Ben knew that, but could he face him so soon and remain civil? Would seeing him now just put further strain on their fragile relationship?

Eventually, Ben realised Dan was not giving up. He thought briefly to the earlier events of last night and almost smiled. Dan was undoubtedly as far up Shit Street as himself when it came to Darren. He doubted the blonde would be *allowed* to hang up. Pushing the button, he lifted the phone to his ear.

"Yeah Dan." He spoke softly.

"You better get down here mate," Dan said, the humour in his voice telling Ben that perhaps Dan wasn't in too much trouble, "Darren's kinda' pissed. It's not professional to get so pissed you can't face the big breakfast meeting."

Ben sighed. As confused as he was about seeing Lee now, he still had a job and a life to consider. "I'll be there in five minutes."

He didn't hear Dan's reply for this one, as he put his mobile down. God, he hoped Darren wasn't *very* angry with him. When he had 'one of those days' he sure was a pain in the ass not only for Daniel but for the whole band as well and facing both, Lee and Darren, while having to deal with their rotten moods, was just not healthy for his fragile mental state.

Ben stood up slowly, careful not to fall down, he didn't trust his legs this morning; they had failed him too many times already. Standing in the middle of his room he took few deep breaths, trying to calm his panicked heart. 'It's going to be fine' he told himself 'You'll see Lee, you'll talk... he will explain himself...'

Like that could convince him.

Ben growled in frustration, happy that there were no plates in his area, he had a huge need to smash a few. How could he lie to himself like that; he knew it wouldn't be OK! There was some sick shit going on and he didn't have a slightest idea what kind of sick shit it was. Saying that he was confused at the moment, was a big mistake. Confused is a person that gets a phone call in the middle of the night with information that Mrs. Taggart isn't doing well. That's confusion. What he had now was... well, he was sure that if he sat in a library long enough he would find the right word, but no time for books when His Majesty awaited. He needed to get to that bloody breakfast and survive.

He picked up a pair of brown leather pants and almost stepped into them, ut there was something about leather, something that reminded him of seedy clubs, smoky rooms and dark haired bassists giving out blowjobs. He tossed the pants aside and opened his suitcase, fishing out a pair of faded denims. Sitting on the bed he slipped them over his feet and let them slide up his thighs. The first shirt he fished out was the dark blue one. Nope, he tossed that aside. Lee had bought him that for Christmas, what was it with the memory stimulants?

Fishing out a plain white tee shirt, which he had no idea of it's origins, he threaded is arms through the sleeves and pulled it over his head. He thought about a comb, but in truth, he couldn't be bothered. Yes, he'd get the lecture on how his actions and image were a reflection on Savage Garden, but at that moment, he didn't care.

He snickered slightly, completely out of character when compared to the confusion and despair that consumed him. How would Lee's little escapades reflect on Savage Garden? A vision of Darren sucking in huge mouthful's of air as Dan rubbed his back a Leonie flapped her arms in panic played across his mind. Darren would have kittens.

Sliding on his shoes, Ben picked up his phone and wallet and made his way to the door. Stopping before the wooden frame he turned and scanned the room. He wasn't really looking for anything, he had his phone, he had cash, what else did he need? No, just another delaying tactic, Ben knew that in his heart, but it was pointless. He couldn't delay forever, heck with Darren in pissy mode, he couldn't really delay another minute, no matter how much he wanted it.

Swallowing, Ben steeled himself and opened the door, stepping out into the hall.

The short distance between his room and the one when they were dining in (today it was Leonie's room) normally wouldn't take him more than half a minute, but he wasn't in a big hurry. If he could, if he knew that Darren wouldn't start shrieking at him, he would sit when he was standing and die. That last thought became too appealing for his liking and he shrugged it away, like an annoying bug. There would be plenty of time for self-pity later.

Just a meter more and he would be in. Why didn't they have breakfast in another state? Why not in hotel restaurant at least? That would at least buy him few more seconds of a precious time so he could decide what to do because at the moment his brain reminded of a river- thoughts were coming and going but not a single one of them stopping long enough to be supportive.

Sighing heavily he stood in front of the door sensing that his destiny awaited behind them. He could just hope it didn't have the shape of Lee, crying on Karl's shoulders, telling everyone what a heartless prick Ben was.

He raised his hand slowly, getting ready to turn the knob and wondering if he would find enough strength to do that. He didn't have to worry about it because in exactly that moment the door opened rapidly showing Ben the goddess of fury, known also as Darren Hayes, ready to accept her first (or was it second?) sacrifice this morning.

"Mr. Carey." Darren smiled, but it wasn't a sweet 'hey, I'm so happy to see you' smile it was a 'you are in flipping trouble mate' type of grimace. "So glad you could fit us into your busy schedule." Ben wasn't in the mood.

"Don't push it Princess." He spat plainly and stepped past the singer. The room was full of shocked faces. Leonie sat with her mouth open, clearly ready to launch whatever character assassination she deemed fit to protect her beloved meal ticket. Elisa and Angie swapped nervous glances, both more than worried that they'd suffer some of the fallout for that little outburst. Karl looked nervously between Darren and Ben, wondering if the hurricane was going to hit, but Dan sat a few feet away, the small smile on his face quickly disappearing when Darren spun to face his lover.

"Did- did you hear the way he just spoke to me Dan?" Darren spat out and or a moment you'd have thought that Ben had slept with Darren's sister. And his grandmother! Dan sighed and moved towards his lover, resting a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm sure Ben didn't mean to upset you Hon. We all had a lot to drink last night."

"You all had a lot to drink last night." Darren corrected huffily. "And that is no excuse to be rude" Darren moved away and sulkily snatched up a crispbread.

With the newfound space between himself and the angry one, Ben steeled himself to turn to the only person in the room he had yet to look upon. Turning slightly, he looked across at Lee.

The bassist was smiling. "Benny."

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