The Past Will Catch You Up... by LunaFlower

Darren hung around at the back of the foyer, unwilling to go back into the auditorium where the biggest event in the Australian music calendar was taking place. He hadn’t even wanted to attend, not even the lure of an award really sparking much more than a passing ‘uh-huh’ from him. What did awards signify anyway? Only that the marketing department had been doing their job right over the past twelve months.

He knew that everybody who was anybody would be there and that everybody would undoubtedly included the somebody that he least wanted to see.

He had ducked out for the toilet and now was just weighing up the odds of his presence being missed. He fiddled with his hair, checked his teeth in the brass picture rail, wiped his sweaty hands down the side of his suit trousers. Why had everything turned out so tangled? The answer to that question lay back over ten years in his past. And to his way of thinking could quite happily stay there.

Of course Fate invariably had other ideas and at that moment the double doors swung open and he walked out.

Darren’s first instinct was to pretend that he hadn’t seen him but considering that they were the only two out here, that line of defence quickly got shelved.

‘Well well Mr. Hayes.’ The sarcasm was as thick as treacle even in that seemingly simple greeting.

‘Mr Jones.’ Darren’s only hope now was to get the inevitable confrontation over as quickly as was humanly possible and disappear back to the safety of his table where those that at least were still talking to him resided. Talking to him if only due to the fact that he was now their sole employer and signed off their monthly salary cheques.

‘Long time thank goodness.’

‘I could say the same.’ Darren was determined not to let him get the upper hand. ‘Well if you’ll just excuse me...’

‘Not so fast you little runt.’ Darren’s get-away was blocked by means of a hand hitting the wall and a body presenting itself in his path. ‘Actually I’m glad we bumped into each other. Gives us a chance to clear the air once and for all.’

‘It does?’ Darren’s mouth suddenly went very dry and his legs began to tremble. The figure before him was not prone to violence but every man had his limits and Darren knew that he had pushed him to his on many an occasion.

‘I figure its time to finish what you were too cowardly to start.’

Now Darren was really worried. ‘That was a long time ago. Why don’t we just let bygones be bygones eh? No hard feelings.’ And he made to duck under the outstretched arm that was barring his way.

‘Not so fast. No hard feelings eh? My what a short memory you have Diva boy.’

‘Don’t call me that.’ Darren ground out through gritted teeth. Not really wanting to upset him any further than was necessary but also not prepared to be on the receiving end of such mockery.

‘Uh-uh, you’re coming with me. I want to settle this right here, right now.’ And Darren found himself being physically propelled back into the toilets. A forceful shove in the small of his back sent him into one of the cubicles. The door shutting behind him, locking him in with his adversary.

Before he had time to ponder the sheer lunacy of his situation, a firm hand had him turned around and pinned to the wall.

‘Drop ‘em.’

‘WHAT!!! You have got to be fucking joking.’ Sweat beaded down the back of Darren’s neck. He knew that joking was the last thing the other man was capable of right now.

‘You heard me. I told you I was going to finish this and that’s exactly what I intend to do. Now are you going to drop ya kecks or do I have to rip them off you? Makes no difference to me but I’m guessing you don’t really want to go up on that podium and make an acceptance speech with your trousers in tatters.’

He had guessed right. Darren was left with no choice but to fumble with the zipper on his trousers and drop them to his ankles. An absurd thought came from nowhere concerning the cleanliness of the stall floor and he almost laughed, except that the random thought quickly disappeared again and he was returned to the thought of what was about to happen.

The place was swarming with beefed-up post 9/11 security and here he was about to be sexually assaulted in a mens’ room.

A shiver ran through him as he heard the other’s zipper also go but to his horror it was a shiver of excitement, of anticipation. He was finally going to get the one thing he had been too much of an idiot to grasp when he had had the chance first time round. The one thing he had wanted more in the world back then and found that now, nearly eleven years later, he still wanted it.

Of its own accord his body pushed his buttocks backwards and when a calloused hand came round and roughly grabbed his cock through his briefs he nearly came there and then. His underwear didn’t last long. That was practically ripped from him in the other’s haste to expose his bare skin.

A quick spit to lubricate the approaching dick and Darren’s legs were forced further apart with a swift kick to his shins. He fell forward, using his hands to brace himself on the flimsy partition. His body heated up, his heart raced and when he was penetrated, hard, fast and without any additional warning other than the gobbing sound, he couldn’t help the strangled yelp that came forth. So big. Bigger than any other Darren had ever experienced but then none of his previous acquaintances had taken him so brutally.

‘Like that do you you whore?’

Darren could only push back further, wanting to absorb the other into his body, his very being.

‘You are such a tart Darren. I knew it from the first moment I saw you. All doe-eyed and beguiling smile. Well others might have fallen for it but I didn’t.’

‘I...’ Darren found that it was impossible to breathe and talk at the same time.

‘Tell me what did you promise him if he went off with you? Riches? Fame? You? Was that it, if he left with you, you would give him what he wanted?’

Darren's hair was pulled sharply back and hot breath fanned across his cheek. ‘Except that you could never make good on that promise could you? Sure riches and fame you gave him in abundance but you could never give him yourself could you. No matter what hoops he jumped through for you, you always denied him that one thing.’

Darren’s body ached, his arse was being rubbed red raw and he knew that after this he would lucky to be able to walk let alone sit down.

‘You broke him. You fucking broke my baby brother and for that I can never forgive you. All the time he was trailing after you and you never once had the guts to tell him that it wasn’t him you wanted at all. It was me. And when you were too chicken shit to act on your feelings you left and took him with you just to spite me.’

‘No...no...’ Darren panted. It couldn’t have been further from the truth. ‘He wanted to leave. I didn’t make him.’

‘He wanted to leave because by doing so he thought you would finally open your eyes and see that he was in love with you.’

‘NO!’

‘Yes.’

Pound.

‘Yes Darren.’

Thud.

‘Have you any idea what you did? No of course you haven’t...’

Darren’s face was pushed up against the wall and the acidic sting of disinfectant invaded his senses.

‘Well fuck you Darren Hayes. Fuck you.’ And with one final push his assailant was coming. With no condom to catch the outpouring it trickled its way down Darren’s thighs. A warm rush of humiliation.

The hand that had been pulling him off was withdrawn, leaving Darren unfulfilled. His body was left as roughly as it had been entered, causing Darren to sob with pain.

Once released, his body had no strength left to hold him up and he sunk to his knees. Turned his head to look into piercing blue eyes. Hard, hateful eyes. Eyes once filled with love now filled with nothing but scorn and contempt.

‘We had a lot of time to talk, Dan and me, whilst he was stuck in that institution. It may have been the best money could buy but it still had the locks on the wrong sides of the doors and I still had to go home every night and leave him in there.’

Tugging himself back in Oliver smirked viciously. ‘And I hope one day you know how he felt for yourself. I hope they lock you up and throw away the key. I hope you feel every ounce of pain and desolation that he felt.’

He opened the door, hitting Darren’s knee as he did. ‘Bye Darren. I won’t bother to give him your regards.’ He straightened his jacket. ‘Oh and by the way, Daniel wasn’t missing much. You're a crap fuck.’

And with that he was gone.