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A winter's tale	By : darkangel985 Category: S through Z > Sleepy Hollow Views: 18378 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It's
time for the next chapter and I was a lot faster than with the last
one. Actually this didn't quite go the way that I had pictured it in
my head, since for some reason my muses went absolutely crazy and
made me write scenes that I hadn't planned at all. Ah well, at least
I'm being creative. Before I let you rush off to the chapter I just
want to say thanks to Vampirezdarkgurl for reviewing again. Ok, that
was all from me and now enjoy.

Chapter 11 –
Shock

To
Ichabod it felt like forever before he finally heard Katrina hurrying
up the stairs, the door to her room closing with a soft click. How
long would she take to finish her evening preparations and fall
asleep? He didn't know but he would wait at least another hour before
he could head out, back to his lover's arms.

The
thought alone filled him with giddiness and
anticipation and of course arousal, the real pleasure of what
Friedrich had shown him so much better than his dreams. It had once
again tilted his world on it's axis and he wanted more, couldn't wait
to have more of it.

His
mind wandered to thoughts of Friedrich's body, smooth, pale skin
stretched over strong, defined muscles, broken only by the scars that
told of the warrior's lifetime. Not so long ago he would have been
frightened by the prospect of being close to the inhumanly strong
body, but now the thought alone caused his cock to harden in his
pants.

Ichabod
rarely touched himself, always ashamed of his body's reactions and
remembering the lectures his father had drilled into his head,
condemning all pleasure that wasn't conductive to producing a child,
but as he now let his hands slide over his chest and brushed his
nipples through the thin material of his shirt those reservations
seemed to have disappeared, washed away by the wonders the Hessian
had taught him.

Not
bothering with the buttons he let one of his hands slide under the
shirt, circling a hardened nipple with his index finger, while his
other hand slid down to his cock, the sensations almost drawing a
moan from his lips. Biting down on his bottom lip he managed to
stifle the sound, afraid that Katrina might
hear him if she was still awake.

Pinching
his nipple lightly he remembered how his lover had played with the
tiny hard nubs, a small, unconscious blush
spreading over his face as he recalled the unexpected pleasure that
had caused him to spill in his pants. He had been both aroused and
afraid then, but now he knew that there was nothing he had to fear
from Friedrich.

His
undead lover had been so incredibly gentle
as he had patiently waited for him to adjust and now as his hand
slowly stroked his cock he imagined it to be the Horseman's, the
fantasy of Friedrich's caresses heightening the waves of lust that
crashed trough his body.

The
movements of his fingers quickened, his need driving him with a
formerly unknown determination, while his free hand reached for his
hidden entrance. Ichabod once again had to stifle
his moans by biting down on his bottom lip as he allowed the first
finger to slip into his body, something he had never done on his own.

His
finger was far smaller than Friedrich's cock had been, leaving him
aching for more and yet filling him with memories of white hot,
burning pleasure as he slowly moved it in and out of his body. So
good.

His
pleasure was coiling tighter and tighter as the speed of his
movements increased, his eyes squeezed tightly shut. Images of the
Hessian's naked body were flashing through his mind and as his
release finally raced through him in an all
consuming fire it was Friedrich's name that whispered from his
lips.

Falling
back onto his soft pillows Ichabod tried to calm his panting breath,
forcing himself to concentrate on listening for sounds that might
have stemmed from Katrina's chambers. The
only thing that could be heard was a lonely night owl calling for
company, reassuring him that the girl next door had to be asleep.

His
body felt heavy and too languid to move, but the urge to go and see
his lover was stronger, so the Constable roused himself from the bed
and strode over to his small washing basin. He cleaned himself
quickly and silently, all the while listening for sounds that might
be out of the ordinary, but there was absolutely nothing.

Deciding
that he couldn't wait any longer Ichabod wrapped his coat around his
shoulders and carefully opened the door. Before he took a step into
the dark hallway he looked around, but there was no one to be seen.
For a moment he debated going over to Katrina's door and taking a
quick peak inside, but since he had no idea whether
or not the door squeaked he deemed it too
risky.

He
had to be extremely careful as he went down
the stairs, knowing that some of them creaked loudly if one took a
too brisk step, but to his relief he managed to reach the other floor
without a single sound. Entering the kitchen the Constable was
instantly surrounded by the sweet smell of herbs and lavender,
reminders of Katrina's late night cooking.

At
another time he might have wondered what she had been brewing, but
Friedrich was the only thing that ruled his mind for the moment.
Finally finding the oil lamp he had been looking for Ichabod lit it,
a warm glow illuminating his surroundings as he stepped out of the
mansion's back door.

His
lamp afforded only a small circle of light in the otherwise almost
pitch-black night and yet Ichabod had no trouble finding the path
towards the Western woods, almost as if an invisible hand was guiding
him.

He
walked as fast as the path allowed him, fearless as he made his way
through the dark trees. At any other time he might have been scared
by the sounds that filled the air around him, but Ichabod knew that
no matter what was causing the twigs snapping behind him or the small
grunts he had heard to his left he was completely safe. The forest
and all that inhabited it would never harm him, because Friedrich
wouldn't allow it.

The
trees around him grew darker and darker, their gnarled branches
looking almost like fingers. When he had first taken the path towards
the tree of the dead those branches had seemed like demonic claws to
him, but now as he looked at them without fear they were more like
signpost, pointing him in the right direction.

It
wasn't far now, only a few minutes until he would finally see
Friedrich again.

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Friedrich
was pacing his chamber, too anxious to sit on his bed and simply wait
for his lover's arrival. He had never been the most patient of men
and waiting for Ichabod's return from the white witch was tearing at
his nerves. Maybe he should just kill the meddlesome child and be
done with it, then at least he could have
his dark beauty with him at all times.

Daredevil
snorted in the semi-darkness not far from him, obviously irritated by
his master's recklessness. Striding over to his black steed Friedrich
carded his hands through the long, dark mane, comparing it to the
feel of Ichabod's hair. It wasn't as soft as that of his mortal
lover, although the color matched almost perfectly. A sudden change
in the forest's aura ripped him out of his musings, an unconscious
smile spreading over his face.

From
the moment Ichabod had left his side Friedrich had told his eyes and
ears of the forest to be watchful, to alert him to the slightest
change and now they had finally picked something up. Through the eyes
of an owl he watched his lover hurry along the dark path, his face
illuminated by an oil lamp and of an almost ethereal beauty.

Feeling
that Ichabod drew closer to the tree the Hessian threw his riding
cloak around his shoulders, commanding the portal to the living world
to open and let him through. The forest was dark as he stepped
outside, but between the trees he already caught glimpses of a small
lamp light.

The
moment his beloved stepped out into the clearing Friedrich opened his
arms in a silent invitation, a smile spreading over his face as
Ichabod rushed to meet him. Such perfection as their lips met in a
hungry kiss, reacquainting themselves with
each other.

He
could have spend an eternity just standing there with his angel in
his arms, but the night air was chilly and although he wasn't
bothered by it he knew that Ichabod would get cold quickly. “We
should go inside, Liebster.”

Ichabod
nodded his head and while the doorway opened for them Friedrich
pulled him into another quick kiss. This time it was the Constable
who broke it in order to speak, a small happy smile spread over his
face. “I missed you.”

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They had barely stepped through the portal when Ichabod found his
lips once again captured in a possessive kiss, Friedrich's tongue
mapping every corner of his mouth and sending bolts of lust shooting
down his spine. Unlike the previous night the Constable didn't
hesitate and wrapped his arms around his lover's neck, his body
pressing forward in a silent demand.

Words weren't needed as they talked with their tongues and
fingers, Friedrich's hands sliding under his shirt to play with his
nipples while Ichabod's fingers buried
themselves in his lover's wild mane. Breaking their kiss for a few
panting breaths the Horseman used the opportunity to strip Ichabod of
his shirt, his fingers instantly returning to his lover's sensitive
nipples.

A moan slipped from Ichabod's lips, pleasure spreading from his
chest down to his cock, but it wasn't enough. He wanted more, craved
the closeness he had felt when Friedrich had been buried deep in his
body, skin against skin. Not knowing how to ask for what he wanted
Ichabod took a step towards the bed, trying to pull his lover with
him and silently convey his demand.

The grin that spread over Friedrich's face was enough to cause the
Constable to blush, the heat, lust and love in his lover's eyes
sending a shiver down his spine. Their mouths fused in another kiss
and had his lips not been sealed Ichabod would have squeaked in shock
as Friedrich's hands suddenly gripped his ass and lifted him up,
carrying him towards the bed.

His legs wound themselves about his lover's waist to steady him
and bring him closer at the same time. He could feel Friedrich's cock
press against his own through the layers of their pants, sending a
fresh wave of desire to his groin.

Friedrich turned them around before
tumbling onto the bed, cushioning Ichabod's fall with his own body.
Stretched out under his young lover the Hessian allowed his fingers
to once again trace the familiar contours
of Ichabod's body, one of his hands dipping into the back of the
Constable's pants while the other busied itself with the buttons of
his pants.

Much to his delight Ichabod was far less shy than he had been the
day before, his hands eagerly pulling at his clothing and sliding
over every part of his skin that they could reach. Allowing his lover
to get him out of his shirt Friedrich brought their mouth's together
in another kiss, coaxing Ichabod's tongue to play with his.

Pushing Ichabod's pants and undergarments out of the way Friedrich
traced the crack of his lover's ass with his fingers, enjoying the
way the Constable's hips flexed forward
every time he brushed over his entrance.

With his unoccupied hand he reached for the bottle of oil that had
once again grown out of the closest wall, pouring the slick liquid in
his lover's crack. Ichabod hissed as the cool oil hit his skin, his
back arching as he instinctly tried to
avoid the sensation. But only for a short moment before he pressed
himself closer again, wordlessly demanding Friedrich's fingers in his
body.

Friedrich couldn't help but wonder if his dark beauty was aware of
the way he acted, if he noticed the needy mewls that slipped from his
lips while his fingers played with the Hessian's nipples and fumbled
with the buttons of his pants. So beautiful like this, completely
lost in his desire.

Circling the puckered entrance to his lover's body with his index
finger Friedrich loosened the tight muscle before he slipped inside,
pleased by the lack of resistance and the moan that escaped Ichabod's
lips. His own body was screaming in demand as he slowly added a
second finger, the hold on his tight self-control slipping.

The sudden touch of his lover's hand on his cock was almost too
much, effectively shredding the last remains of his control. He
captured Ichabod's mouth in another kiss, muffling his moan of
protest as he slid his fingers free again. Circling his lover's small
waist with his hand Friedrich caught Ichabod's gaze, silently asking
for permission.

A tiny nod of his lover's head was all the incentive he had
needed, trusting upwards and burying himself in the tight heat of the
Constable's body. Heaven. Finally he was once again allowed a tiny
piece of the paradise he had forsaken the moment Georg had died.

The paradise that consisted of their bodies moving in sync with
each other, panting moans and groans filling the otherwise silent
chamber as they reached towards their peak, his fingers closing
around Ichabod's cock, while his other hand steadied the movements of
his lover's body.

His name fell from Ichabod's lips in a screamed moan, his lover's
release splattering onto his belly as the constricting muscles around
his cock pushed him over the edge. Breath coming in heavy pants he
relaxed into the soft pillows, relishing the weight of Ichabod's
sweat-slicked body above his own.

Now after all the waiting it was finally his time to be happy
again.

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The trees rushed past her in a blur as she stormed back towards
her home. She didn't care about the twigs that whipped at her face,
she didn't care about the stones that poked at the thin soles of her
shoes, the only thing she cared about was her anger and her desire
for revenge.

How dare the damned spirit try to take away what was her's? Of all
the men she could have chosen she had decided on Ichabod and no one,
not even the undead Horseman, would take him away from her.

Her anger mounted with every step she took, wrapping around her
like a dark cloud and slowly seeping into the white of her magical
aura. It soaked into her heart, tainting the innocent purity of her
magic with the blackness of revenge as it changed her irrevocably.

TBC...
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