Disclaimers: Not mine, never were, probably never will be, never met them, don't know a thing about their true sexuality/preferences, don't want to offend/repulse anyone. What I do want is people to have fun while reading this.
Rated: NC-17, R, AU
Warning: Some issues are gonna develope here, some very... kinky ones. ^___^ It's AU, so nothing like this is going to happen in RL (and even if it is- that's NOT illegal and they are grown up so enjoy ;) ). I don't want to be flamed cos you don't like things like that. You don't? Then don't read!! It's the best advice I can give you.
Dedicated to: Whoever sent me a dream that inspired it.
Lauren for bribing me to write it (I'll send you a list of my 'wants' later ;) )
Jools - just because :) (get well!!!!)
Shaza- cos she doesn't have dreams as cool as mine ;) (darling, here it is... THE POPCORN line :) )
Madame D. cos, when I told her about that, instead of saying: 'This is sick and stupid. Don't write that.' she said: 'This is sick and stupid. Write that.' :)
and Cheeky, my betareader, for lending me Ben to use and abuse in the fic ;)

Violet
by Kirke

PART 1

Darren closed the door of his changing room slowly, the sound of thundering claps that he�d gotten after his peformance still sounding in his ears.

That's what he lived for; the audience, the pressure, that high he was on every time he left the stage but, most important, the adoring looks he got from people that came to see, or rather hear, him.

Yes, he was vain, he knew that but he also knew that he had every right to be.

There were questions of course... if he liked being famous that much, why didn't he record an album instead of singing in a night club? He surely could afford that, not to mention he knew all the right people to promote himself and his songs. Savage Gerden could be the best club in Brisbane, the third best club in Australia but it was nothing compared to the live peformances in front of a crowd of 30,000 fans.

Some suspected that it was Carey, as a club owner afraid to lose his biggest star, that was stopping Darren from going on his own but they were all wrong. To tell the truth, Ben had been the one that tried to encourage Darren to make some records but the singer had been deaf to all the arguments and had been regulary and obstinately saying 'no'.

Eventually Ben gave up, knowing that he was powerless against the singer's firm resolution and stopped even trying to bring the subject up.

It had nothing to do with 'loyalty' towards Savage Garden, as Ben thought, or with laziness as Leo suspected. It wasn't even a fear of failing as Lee put it once...the answer was much more complicated and unknown even to Darren himself. He knew he'd love to try, he knew he could do it, it just didn't seem right, whatever 'right' meant.

The red rose someone had thrown him during "Promises" quickly found its way to the small vase that stood in the middle of the table. For few seconds he contemplated the delicate features of the flower with a smile, remembering the first time he�d gotten a rose from someone after his debut at Savage Garden almost three years back. That was a very nice memory, followed by even nicer and definitely R-rated ones and Darren found himslef blushing at them.

He'd love to act on the feelings that started to arise in him even after he dismissed the naughty images from his mind, but he knew that tonight there was no chance for that. Ben and Lee went on a date together and that meant that he wouldn't get any.

The worst part was that, although he knew about their plans a week back, he himself made none and that meant a late movie and a cold pillow to snuggle to, unless of course he could convince Karl to join him.

Knowing his body guard, he already knew the answer as it would be a very scared blink and a quiet "not Star Wars again..."

With a heavy sigh of a mortyred soul he slowly sat down on a chair standing in front of a large mirror and started to remove the pink lipstic and make up from his face.

At the beginning of his 'journey to fame', when his hair was longer and dyed black, Darren always use a bloody-red lipstick that combined with his natural paleness gave him a look of a hunted vampire. Now his make-up looked much more natural and was barely seen at all.

He guessed it was some sort of natural progression- from a dead man to a man more than alive in less that three years. Darvin would be proud.

He was too entangled in self-pity, over his situation, to hear the door opening until a heavy hand rested on his arm.

Darren gave a small yelp of surprise and spun around, as much as he could on his chair, to see who dared to violate his privacy.

He was half expecting to see Karl or Leonie, maybe one of the girls but not Ben, grinning cheekily at him at though giving his lover a near heart-attack was such a good joke.

"I'm so sorry, baby. Did I scare you?" he asked as innocently as he could considering that he looked anything but innocent.

Darren practically glared daggers at him but, when Ben bent down to kiss his cheek, he suddenly remembered that Ben wasn't supposed to be here in the first place.

"What are you doing here?" he asked when Ben took himself a chair that stood not far away and straddled it in an extreamly sexy way. "Aren't you suppose to be out with Lee?"

Ben rolled his eyes "Great. So I come here to visit my favourite, lovely singer and all I get is 'What are you doing here'?"

He mimicked Darren perfectly but seeing that his lover was far away from looking amused sighed and gave up.

"Lee felt sick." he explained "Food poisoning. Doc gave him something and sent him straight to bed and that means" he wiggled his eyebrows meaningfully, "that we have a whole night for ourselves...unless you have other plans for tonight that is."

Darren curved his lips into a seducive smile and shot Ben one of those glances that made icebergs melt.

"Other plans?" he purred "Does eating popcorn and trying to talk Karl into watching 'Star Wars' with me sound like a good plan for a Friday evening for a person as sexy as me?"

"That depends, hun. Is Karl going to eat that popcorn from your belly button and pretend to be Han Solo?"

"Nope."

"Then apperently, I won again" laughed Ben while standing up, not even trying to hide a tryumphatic grin "Change and I'll... erm... what do you want to do anyway? It's too late for a diner I guess."

Darren barely hid a smirk after hearing that question and smiled sweetly "How about close the door and I'll think of something...when was the last time we had sex here?" he asked matter-of-factly.

Ben whimpered, his eyes concentrating on Darren's finger as the singer started to caress his lips with it, like he was intensivly thinking.

"Two weeks ago?" he proposed not really sure.

He'd remember if he wasn't too busy imagining that finger in few other places.

"Oh, yeah..."

Darren stood up slowly, turned around and walked to the big sofa, sprawling on it like a cat in a very cat-loving month march. He then sent his lover another devilishly innocent look and whispered in a low, dripping with sex voice "Ben... luv..."

Ben had to blink few times before his brain could concentrate on his lips enough for him to answer.

"Um?"

"Close those damn doors and come here." he barked the command out, the need in his voice a surprise even for himself.

Apparently his body decided that he was in a bigger heat than he thought and wanted to do something about it.

He easily supressed the giggle that tried to escape at that realisation and then stretched out his hand in a very welcoming gesture.

"Princes Leia feels lonely." he whispered and then whimpered when Ben practically threw himself at him, making him forget how dull he felt just a minute ago.

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