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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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There was supposed to
be smut in this chapter, but somehow it became more of a teaser than
an actual scene (damn writer's block *sigh*). Hope you enjoy it
anyway. Thanks to Vampirezdarkgurl, daemondaughter, Morningstar, Anon
and Shadows_Corpse for reviewing. You guys always encourage me so
much, that I really feel bad about making you wait this long.

Chapter 8 – Into the tree

Ichabod frantically
clutched his chest, relieved as he found his heart to be beating
again. Having reassured himself that although he had died in his
dream he was very much alive in reality the Constable reached under
his bed and grabbed the Horseman's cloak. Stroking his fingers over
the rich fabric he finally knew what to do.

He hastily dressed
himself, wrapping the cloak around his shoulders when he was
finished. Silently creeping down the stairs he left the house, glad
that Katrina hadn't awoken. How could he have explained to her that
he needed to go to the Hessian because it was meant to be? He
couldn't have and not only for the fact that he barely understood it
himself.

But for once Ichabod
didn't care that he didn't understand, he just followed what his
heart knew to be right even though his mind was questioning his
judgment. Entering the stables he found
Gunpowder happily munching on a bit of straw, the horse's head slowly
lifting as he approached.

Patting Gunpowder's
neck the Constable got on his back, urging him towards the woods. The
grey horse obviously wasn't too keen on leaving his comfortable
stable in the middle of the night while it was snowing heavily, his
pace very slow as he trotted towards the Western woods.

Ichabod urged him to go
faster, anxious to finally do what he had wanted to do ever since he
had known who the mysterious stranger in his dreams really was. He
may have denied it before, but the urge to go to the Horseman had
been strong. And the closer he drew towards the edge of the forest
the more it felt as if he was doing the right thing, as if he
belonged in the forest rather than the cold Van Tassel mansion.

The edge of the Western
woods was covered in white, thick fog adding to the falling snow. But
amids the white Ichabod could make out the dark shape of an horse,
immediately steering Gunpowder towards it. Daredevil waited patiently
until the Constable had ridden up to his side, throwing his head back
in exasperation as Ichabod dismounted Gunpowder quite gracelessly.

Patting the grey
horse's back Ichabod told him to return home, which Gunpowder
instantly did, quickly swallowed up by the thick fog. The dark-haired
man was still watching the spot where his horse had disappeared into
the dense whiteness when Daredevil nipped his cheek, reminding him
that he was waiting for the Constable to mount.

Ichabod remembered that
he had been scared of Daredevil when he had first seen him, the sleek
black horse larger than any one he had seen before. But as he now
affectionately stroked his hand over the
dark flank he felt a deep connection to the Hessian's steed.

Daredevil waited
patiently as Ichabod scrambled onto his back, but as soon as he had
tightly clutched the reins in his fists the horse was off, galloping
through the forest as swift as possible. Ducking from low branches
the Constable held on tightly, surprised that he wasn't as scared as
he should be. Somehow he trusted Daredevil to not let him fall during
their wild ride and that reassured him enough to keep him from
fainting in fear.

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Friedrich awoke from
his slumber as he heard Daredevil scratch at the portal that lead
into the living world, wanting to be let out. Commanding the portal
to open the Hessian extended his senses, occupying the minds of birds
and small animals to find out what had spurned his horse into action.

At fist he couldn't
spot anything amiss in the woods, but then he found him. His beloved
was riding towards the Western woods. Perched on his gray horse he
had just entered the forest, beautiful and captivating with the light
blush that the cold had spread over his pale cheeks.

And he was wearing his
cloak. Friedrich felt a wave of possessiveness and happiness sweep
through him as he saw that Ichabod had donned the coat that he had
wrapped him in, a symbol that the young man was his.

For a moment he saw
Ichabod pat Daredevil's side, but then he drew his mind back into his
own body. Getting up from his luxurious bed Friedrich let clothes
appear on his body. Hopefully he would loose them again, but it
wouldn't do to frighten his beloved, now that he was finally ready to
return to him.

Satisfied with the way
he looked Friedrich left the tree through the portal, waiting for
Daredevil to arrive.

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The closer they got to
the tree of the dead the more nervous Ichabod became. He thought he
knew what awaited him when they arrived there, but now the prospect
frightened him as much as it did excite
him. Before the Constable had time to change his mind and halt in
fear the trees already parted, revealing the tree of the dead and the
Hessian's waiting figure.

It was as if his heart
had suddenly swollen in his chest, beating so wildly that he thought
it had to be visible on the outside. Resisting the urge to look down
Ichabod dismounted, the snow crunching under his riding boots.

Friedrich's expression
was neutral as he stood there, the feelings Ichabod had hoped to find
completely hidden. Maybe it had been a mistake to come here? Maybe he
had misunderstood his dreams after all? But as soon as the look of
insecurity spread over his features the Horseman's face changed, his
eyes revealing a swirling mix of undisguised longing and love.

Reassured of the choice
he had made Ichabod stepped forward, stopping right in front of
Friedrich. He was so close that he could feel the Hessian's breath on
his face, a cool gust of air that sent shivers down his spine.
Overcoming his momentary hesitation the Constable reached out,
carefully drawing his fingers over Friedrich's cheeks.

Friedrich stayed
completely still except for the small smile
that spread over his face as Ichabod's curious fingers stroked over
his lips. His skin was cold to the Constable's touch and yet Ichabod
found it to be smooth and velvety, sending prickles of excitement
through his fingertips.

No longer able to
resist the temptation that stood right in front of his nose Friedrich
reached out, drawing Ichabod into a tight embrace as he sealed their
lips for a hungry first kiss. For a short second he felt his dark
beauty's body stiffen in panic, but he was mindful
of his teeth and Ichabod relaxed as soon as he realized that he
wasn't about to be viciously bitten like the dark witch had been.

Friedrich internally
shuddered as he remembered the vile taste of her soul, so different
from the purity that he now explored with his tongue. A moan
unconsciously slipped from Ichabod's mouth
as the Hessian split his lips open with his tongue, claiming the wet
cavern that lay beyond. His beloved was frantically clutching his
shoulders, their bodies pressed so close together that he could feel
the young man's arousal. His own body beginning to stir from the
excitement of finally having his lost love
back in his arms he broke their kiss.

“Friedrich?” Ichabod
sounded as insecure as he felt as he uttered the Horseman's name, but
the pleased look on his face reassured the Constable. All doubts he
might have had about his choice had scattered the moment he had felt
Friedrich's lips on his own, so right, so hot, so different from all
the chaste kisses he had gotten before.

So he didn't hesitate
when Friedrich took a step back and indicated towards the portal that
had just opened at the base of the tree, telling him to follow. He
hadn't realized it in the past, but the waking world had been a
prison for his mind and heart. He was going to be free now.

Before they stepped
through the portal Friedrich turned towards him once more, his voice
darkened by desire as he spoke. “Remember that once you step
through this portal there is no going back. You can still return to
the world of the living, but you will forever be joined to me. Make
your choice, Ichabod.” Having said his part the Hessian stepped
through the gateway, leaving Ichabod a few moments to think.

Not that he needed
them. His mind had been made up before, but hearing Friedrich call
him by his real name instead of Georg had taken care of even the
tiniest remains of doubt. Knowing that the Horseman saw him as more
than just the reincarnation of his lover Ichabod stepped through.

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Ichabod wasn't sure what exactly he had expected the Horseman's
lair to look like, but he was surprised by the homely warmth that the
room he found himself in emitted. A fire was burning in a huge stone
hearth, illuminating the chamber and allowing him to see the walls
that were made out of tree roots. There was very little furniture,
but Ichabod suspected that since he was dead Friedrich didn't need it
anyway.

His attention was quickly drawn to the huge bed on which the
Hessian was lodging comfortably, his sword and armor already put
aside. Ichabod couldn't help but let his eyes roam over the body
presented to him, still hidden by a thin black linen shirt and dark
trousers.

Friedrich seemed pleased by the fact that Ichabod had followed him
and he waved the Constable closer, a call Ichabod couldn't help but
follow. Unsure of what he was supposed to do the Constable stopped
next to the bed, slightly uncomfortable because of the small smirk
that had appeared on Friedrich's features.

“Komm, Liebster...” Remembering that Ichabod didn't
understand his mother tongue Friedrich repeated his command. “Come,
love.” Still hesitant Ichabod sat
down at the edge of the bed. It had all been so easy in his dreams,
his body not his to control and thus he hadn't had to think about
what he was doing. But now his inexperience made him shy.

He wanted to experience the things he had seen in his dreams, but
how was he to ask for them? The thought alone caused Ichabod to blush
as he stared down at the floor. Friedrich's chuckle was very close to
his ear, the small gust of air that accompanied it sending shivers
down his spine. Warm hands rested on his shoulders, sliding down his
arms to encircle his hips as the Horseman's chin was placed on his
shoulder.

“Don't be afraid, my dark beauty.” Friedrich's voice
was deep and soft as he whispered into Ichabod's ear. The youth that
was now in his arms was just as hesitant as
Georg had been and the Hessian was sure that sooner or later the
young man would loose his shyness just like his past lover had. He
could be patient.

“But, I...” Friedrich's finger descended onto his
lips, quickly silencing Ichabod's speech. Turning his lover around in
his arms the Hessian captured Ichabod's mouth, searing heat streaming
through his body at the heavenly taste on his lips. A single second
of this was worth an eternity in the service of the Devil, everything
to have his dark beauty in his arms.

Ichabod eagerly parted his lips as Friedrich's tongue nudged
them, allowing the Horseman entry into his mouth. Distracted as his
young lover was the Hessian easily lifted
him up and laid him down in the middle of his huge bed, blanketing
his body with his own.

All protests Ichabod might have had were silenced by the spirit's
tongue, greedily exploring his mouth. A moan slipped from his lips as
the Horseman's hands stroked over his body, the touch electrifying
even through layers of clothing. This felt so right.

Ichabod allowed his hands to tangle in
the Hessian's hair as Friedrich began unbuttoning his vest, breaking
their kiss as a look of concentrated frustration spread over his
face. So many tiny buttons keeping him away from his beloved's skin.
Finally loosing his patience Friedrich simply grabbed the still
buttoned part of the vest and ripped it open, ignoring the squeak
of protest that fell from Ichabod's lips.

He had gotten rid of the vest, just to find a shirt with even more
buttons underneath. This time he didn't even consider unbuttoning it,
his need to finally feel his beloved's skin again far too great.
Distracting Ichabod by once again capturing his lips in a searing
kiss Friedrich ripped the shirt open, pleased as his fingers could
finally play with his Constable's hardened nipples.

Ichabod gasped as the tiny nubs were pinched, pleasure he had
never felt before racing through his body and centering on his groin.
He felt the need to twist and squirm
as Friedrich mercilessly played with his nipples, sending shivers
down his spine. It felt as through his lower body was on fire,
pulsing with a need he had never known to be possible. The pleasure
intensified as Friedrich bent his head, taking one of his nipples
into his mouth, while he still massaged the other with his fingers.

A spring coiling tighter and tighter, that was the only way his
body felt, helpless moans slipping from his lips as Ichabod's fingers
reflexively clenched and unclenched in Friedrich's hair. The sudden
spike of pain as the Horseman bit down on his nipple unexpectedly
sent him over the edge, a small cry of pleasure escaping his mouth as
his release rushed from his cock, wetting his trousers.

Ichabod felt his cheeks heat in embarrassment, mortified by his
body's reaction. “I...um...I mean...” Stuttering the
Constable fixed his gaze on the wall, unwilling to see his lover's
reaction. At least until he heard Friedrich's amused chuckle and felt
the Horseman's tongue sweep over his ear.

“I am sorry. I had forgotten that you are not used to that
kind of pleasure. Don't be ashamed, Liebling.” Friedrich's eyes
were filled with a strange mixture of love and lust as Ichabod looked
into them again, reassuring him that he hadn't done anything wrong.

Noticing the heavy bulge that still filled his lover's trousers
Ichabod blurted out the first question that
came to his mind, blushing as soon as he had spoken the words. “What
am I supposed to do with it?”

TBC...
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