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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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I can't believe how
long it's been since I last updated! But university kept me busy all
this time. Hopefully it's going to be better now, but I won't make
any promises. Tons of reviews since it's been so long and so I want
to say thanks to Lina, Karkahn, Eci_Frog, Vampirezdarkgurl,
Shadows_Corpse, daemondaughter, CassandraMalfoy, Lady Raven, 226,
Nitey, Sara, Anon, LittleMouse, Imortalis and DarkQueen. I hope that
you guys are still around, although I made you wait far too long.

Anon: I changed Lucifer
to Satan, so everything should be correct now. Thanks for pointing
that out.

And now on to the
story.

Chapter 9 - Curiosity

“What am I supposed to do with
it?” Friedrich couldn't help but chuckle at the absolutely
innocent question. It brought forth memories of the time when he and
Georg had first become lovers, both inexperienced in the ways of
making love.

Ichabod was blushing
heavily, seemingly unable to take his eyes
away from the hardness that was still hidden by the Horseman's pants.
Lost in his staring he almost jumped in embarrassed
surprise as Friedrich's mouth closed around his earlobe, sucking
lightly.

How could a touch to
such a normal body part manage to sent
shivers down his spine? It was all so overwhelming, different from
his dreams simply because he had to do more than just enjoy and
pretend to object. A light nip to his ear caused a gasp to slip from
Ichabod's mouth, heat spreading and mixing with the minimal pain.

Friedrich's breath
ghosted over his ear as the Horseman spoke, his voice still filled
with light amusement. “Have you never pleasured yourself? Let
your hands play with your body and imagined it to be a lover's?”
To punctuate his words the Hessian let his hands trail down over
Ichabod's shoulders, once again finding the Constable's nipples and
stroking them lightly.

Ichabod's blush would
probably have deepened at his lover's words, had not his blood
instantly begun rushing south as soon as the Hessian's fingers
connected to his nipples. “Yes, but...” The rest of his
speech was cut off as his lips were captured in a passionate kiss, a
wet tongue stroking over his bottom lip and demanding entry.

Resisting
for a mere second Ichabod allowed it to slip inside, trying to
concentrate on the wonderful sensation of
his tongue being stroked by another wet, agile muscle. He moaned in
protest as their kiss was broken, instinctively reaching for the
shirt his lover still wore, his fingers twisting in the rough fabric.

Brushing his tongue
over Friedrich's lips he demanded entry which was instantly granted
by the other man. It was such a warm, wet heat that surrounded his
tongue now, sensation exploding every time
he met the Hessian's tongue. His pants were once again stirring with
lust and the Constable couldn't help but moan into the kiss.

Friedrich's hands had
slipped around his neck, reaching up and playing with his air. He had
always believed that stroking someone's hair was to be done to calm
someone down, but he couldn't help but feel even more exited by the
pleasant touch. Everything was so sinfully wrong and yet so
completely right.

For once not relying on
rational thinking Ichabod let his instincts guide him, his hands
sliding downwards on his lover's chest and stroking the hardened
nipples through the thin fabric of his shirt. Breaking their kiss he
got to hear Friedrich moan, the sound encouraging him to continue his
ministrations as it sent a fresh bolt of desire down his spine. He
tried to unbutton the Hessian's shirt, his usually nimble fingers
clumsy with nervousness.

His mouth was captured
in another demanding kiss while Friedrich's fingers joined his own,
quickly slipping the buttons out of their holes. A careless shrug and
the Horseman's upper body was bare to Ichabod's curious studying.

Seeing a man bare
chested was certainly nothing new to him and yet he had never
felt the sudden increase of temperature that now thrummed through his
whole being at the sight revealed to him. Friedrich's body was
perfect even though many scars lined his unearthly pale skin. But
they suited him just like his wild mane of hair, a sign of his feral,
dangerous nature.

Remembering how
wonderful the Hessian's mouth had felt on his own nipples Ichabod
leaned forward, closing his mouth around one of the hard nubs. He let
his tongue circle it experimentally, pleased as a groan slipped from
his lover's lips. One of his hands played with the second
nipple while his other hand came to rest on the Horseman's stomach.

Friedrich tried to be
as patient as he could, allowing his young lover all the time he
needed to explore. But with every circle Ichabod's tongue drew around
his nipple he could feel that patience slipping, his need growing to
uncontrollable proportions. For years he
had waited for that glorious touch and what he had now simply wasn't
enough to slake the desire he felt. He wanted Ichabod completely, to
finally be reunited with his lover in every sense of the word.

Letting one of his
hands slip from the Constable's neck he reached for the hand that was
resting on his stomach, getting his lover's attention as he grasped
it. Ichabod had let go of his nipple, looking at him with questioning
eyes, his lips red and swollen from kissing.

Unable to resist those
lips the Horseman bent down for another kiss, while he slowly guided
Ichabod's hand lower on his stomach, placing it on his pulsing
arousal. He felt his lover gasp into their kiss and opened his eyes,
internally smiling at the blush that had once again spread over the
youth's face.

Ichabod felt his cheeks
heat with embarrassed lust as he felt his
lover's throbbing arousal beneath his fingers. Experimentally
stroking over the hard bulge he drew a deep moan from the Hessian and
encouraged by the sound he continued to move his hand, slowly and
carefully.

He almost jumped in
surprise at the sudden, pleasant sensation of a hand trailing over
his own crotch. He had been so focused on his own ministrations that
he hadn't even noticed the Hessian's hands vanishing from his hair.
But now he was absolutely conscious of what
these hands were doing, a small groan escaping his lips every
time they accidentally stroked his cock while they unbuttoned
his trousers.

His lips were once
again seized in a passionate kiss, tongues meeting in a wet caress,
while the Horseman's fingers freed his cock from the confines of his
soiled pants. This was incomparably more intense than what he had
felt when he had touched himself, his skin seemingly on fire wherever
Friedrich touched him.

The throb under his
fingers reminded him that his lover too was in need of some
attention, so he simply copied the Hessian's movements and opened his
pants. His lover's organ felt somewhat similar to his own, the same
silky texture and yet it was different. Different and absolutely
exiting.

Following Friedrich's
lead he began to stroke his lover's cock, mirroring what was done to
his own body. It was almost too hard to focus while pleasure spread
from his nether regions through his whole body, a red hot fire that
seared all conscious thought. But he
managed to keep a grip on himself, not loosing the rhythm the
Horseman commanded, their moans mixing in the otherwise silent room.

The pleasure was
coiling tighter and tighter in his body, once again spiraling
towards the point of completion. But before Ichabod could tumble over
the edge his lover's ministrations stopped, the protesting moan that
slipped from his lips, drawing a light chuckle from the other man.

“Why, did you stop?”
Ichabod barely recognized his own voice, filled with lust as it was.
He too had ceased the movements of his hand although he still held
his lover's throbbing organ in his grasp. Heat was seeping through
his skin, adding to the fire burning in his own body. He wanted the
pleasurable friction back.

Friedrich chuckled
before he captured the Constable's lips for another meeting of
tongues, this one brief since he needed to speak. “We aren't
finished yet.” Bending over to the dark
haired man's ear he whispered. “I want to be united with
you completely, mein Liebling.”

Due to his dreams
Ichabod had an idea what his lover meant by those words, sending a
shiver of mixed excitement and fear down
his spine. He remembered the pleasure, but he also remembered a
burning pain he had sometimes felt during his dreams. But before his
mind had decided on whether or not
he was truly ready for it his lips had
already moved. “Yes.”

The words of his
agreement were almost inaudible in the silent room, but Friedrich
heard them none-the-less, pleased by the Constable's willingness.
Pushing his young lover back onto the bed the Hessian captured his
lips in a brief kiss before moving downwards, letting his tongue
swipe down the column of Ichabod's throat.
Reaching the collarbone he bit down lightly, instantly soothing the
slight hurt with his tongue.

A tiny red mark had
formed where he had bitten and Friedrich regarded it for a moment, a
pleased expression on his face. Ichabod's hands had buried themselves
in his hair, small sounds escaping his mouth as he unconsciously
pressed his hips towards the older man.

Not one to deny his
lover Friedrich moved lower, placing a small kiss on each of the
hardened nipples before he slid further down. He let his tongue dip
into his lover's belly button, enjoying the way his
lightly muscled stomach quivered under his ministrations. The
Constable's musky taste enveloped his senses, reminding him of the
way Georg had tasted.

His hunger fueled even
further by the strange familiarity of it all he moved on, his hand
closing around the root of his lover's cock as his tongue licked it's
tip. It was a small, barely there touch and yet it brought a loud
gasp from Ichabod's lips, his hips trying to buck up.

Friedrich allowed his
tongue to sweep the whole length of his lover's erection, tasting the
clear fluid that steadily oozed from it's tip. Salty, bitter,
heavenly taste. He was torn between wanting more of this taste and
wanting to sink his own arousal into his lover's body, but finally
his own desire won out.

Grasping Ichabod's legs
he moved them over his shoulders, spreading them further and baring
the puckered entrance that lead to his lover's body. Had he looked up
he would have been fascinated by the blush
that had spread over the Constable's face, making him glow with a
mixture of mortification and enjoyment.

He couldn't, could he?
Ichabod had barely asked himself that question when he felt the touch
of a wet tongue on the most private of places, his mortification
rising with the surge of pleasure that ran
through his body. Oh, it felt strangely pleasant.

Squirming a little he
tried to move away from the touch, but Friedrich had a firm grip on
his legs, effectively halting his half-hearted escape attempt. The
tongue was once again circling his tight opening, pressing and
finally slipping inside a tiny bit. Ichabod couldn't stop the
helpless moan that escaped his mouth at the foreign sensation.

Friedrich's tongue
pressed further inside, stretching his entrance and lathering it with
saliva. Out of the corner of his eyes he suddenly noticed the wall of
the room shifting, roots reaching outwards and growing towards the
bed. He would have probably drawn away in fear, but he was still
captured by the pleasure that the Horseman's tongue awoke in his
body. Diverting what little attention he had left to the tree root he
saw it shifting, opening to reveal a bottle of yellowish liquid.

He moaned in protest as
the pleasant sensations suddenly stopped and Friedrich's tongue
withdrew from his body, sending a curious look in his lover's
direction as he reached out for the bottle. His lips were once again
captured in a fierce demanding kiss, while the Hessian uncorked the
bottle, coating his fingers in the sweet smelling oil.

Ichabod gasped as he
felt two fingers invade his body, going in deeper than his lover's
tongue had reached. A small twist of these fingers and heat exploded
in his belly, a small scream of pleasure
escaping his mouth. Again and again the fire surged through his body
as Friedrich's fingers moved, repeatedly hitting that spot as he
stretched him.

A slight burn joined
the pleasant sensation as his lover added another finger, but the
small pain that would have usually been a source of discomfort for
the younger man was ignored in the face of pleasure.

Withdrawing his fingers
Friedrich captured Ichabod's bottom lip between his teeth, coating
his throbbing arousal with the slickness that still clung to his
hand. Letting go of his lover's swollen lip he moved on to his ear,
his cock pressing forward and resting against the Constable's
opening. “Ich begehre dich, mein Engel.” (1)

Feeling more than
seeing the slight nod of Ichabod's head he slowly pressed inside. The
unbelievably tight heat almost drove him completely insane, his body
demanding hard quick movements to slake his lust. But he was also
aware of his lover's tightly clenched eyes, his breath coming in
heavy gasps.

Allowing the youth time
to adjust to the intrusion he held himself completely still, letting
his tongue play with his lover's nipples again. It was barely there,
but Friedrich felt the small movement of Ichabod's hips and took it
as permission to move.

It burned,
overwhelmingly so, but as soon as Friedrich
began to move Ichabod felt the pain being overtaken by pleasure, a
moan rushing from his lips as the Hessian managed to hit the pleasant
spot in his body.

He didn't even notice
that his fingers had gripped the Horseman's back a little too tight,
his nails breaking the skin as he unconsciously
pressed his hips forward. Moans, groans and heavy pants were mixing
in the air, their pleasure mounting with every slide of Friedrich's
hips. It was all so overwhelmingly perfect and hot, surging through
his body and sending him spiraling out of
control.

Friedrich's breath
fanned over his ear, heavy breaths that sent shudders through his
body. Higher, higher and even higher, until Ichabod believed himself
to be torn apart. It had never been like this in his dreams, always
somewhat muted by the haziness of sleep.

Words were tumbling in
his ear, a language he still couldn't understand, but he was aware of
his name mixed in with the rest of the husky sounds. A last deep
trust and it was finally too much, darkness descending on him as
pleasure spilled from his body, Friedrich's words still ringing in
his ears as he succumbed to unconsciousness.
“Ich liebe dich.” (2)

TBC...

(1) I desire you, my
angel.

(2) I love you.
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