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Wash Away My Sins	By : horrorgal Category: +A through F > Amnesia: The Dark Descent Views: 2697 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 16
Daniel dried his hair in the misty heat of the bathroom, the cold feeling from his ordeal finally leaving him, yet the memory was still very fresh in his mind, and no amount of warmth or safety would dull it completely. His soiled clothes lay on the floor, the only physical reminder left as his wounds were miraculously healed. He was still trying to understand how Alexander had managed such a thing, but with everything else he was doing, perhaps it was just best to accept. He was having a hard enough time grasping everything else that was happening to him.
As soon as he left the bathroom, he heard John's voice downstairs, angry and exasperated. Daniel hurried to the bedroom, a feeling of unexplainable shame coming over him. The servants had seen the state of him when he had hurried inside the house. Avoiding their attention was trying at times, and today had been no exception when he had come inside, red faced and filthy. They asked questions of course, and were concerned about his welfare. He lied and insisted he was fine, that he had just fallen while out for his walk, nothing to be worried over. They did not seem so convinced, but didn't push further. It was inevitable that they would inform their employer about his odd entrance, covered in muck and shaken as he had been after Alexander's touch.
Daniel sat on the edge of the bed and waited for John to enter, chewing his thumbnail again as he tried to think up a story to give him. He detested lying to his lover, and it was becoming disheartening that he had to keep doing so. He didn't want to tell him he fell unconscious. John would insist on taking him to a doctor. He didn't want to make up a robbery story either. Perhaps he could just say a drunkard hassled him and knocked him to the ground. He covered his face and sighed into his hands. Daniel sat up straighter when he heard the door open. As he expected, John was agitated with worry. He hurried over to Daniel and sat beside him, taking his hands gently.
"The servants told me you went out and came back in disarray. Did something happen? They said you looked flustered and your clothes were soiled."
"It's alright. I just fell." It came to him then, a small innocent lie. "I wanted some fresh air. I went for a walk and decided to venture around some of the construction sites nearby out of curiosity. I got careless and lost my footing and tumbled into a hole."
John appeared a little more relieved with the fib. "You're lucky you were not injured or worse." His fingers brushed his cheek tenderly.
"Only my pride was injured. It was quite embarrassing. One of the workers helped me out. He had a good laugh once he saw I was not harmed. I need to learn to stop seeking out adventure, yes?" Daniel said, looking away from John's inspection as if humbled by his folly.
"I am just glad you are not hurt. I promise to spend more time here at home with you. I have been out on business far too much as of late."
"I understand, John. There are things you must take care of. I don't want to keep you from your business."
John waved his hand. "Just meetings with old men and making deals. I've had my share of it for a while. Besides, anything else I must do I can do from here if need be." John embraced him and Daniel welcomed the warmth of his arms. Only then did he let himself relax and concentrate on his lovers presence. He was even able to push aside his brush with Alexander's vile trickery enough to feel safe again, even if it was to last a short time.
"Sorry I worried you," Daniel said softly, head resting on John's shoulder. "It is a bad habit I seem to have."
"You are worth every moment." Daniel shivered at the seductive tone of his voice. "You are sure you are not hurt?"
"I'm sure."
"Good." John kissed his forehead, then his lips. "You smell good," he murmured as his lips eased along his neck. "Nice and clean." His teeth tugged playfully on his earlobe. "So clean that I have the urge to get you absolutely filthy." His hand was already working his shirt open, slow, but deliberate. "Would you like that, Daniel?" He pulled back enough to look deep into his eyes.
Daniel gazed back, enthralled by his mere presence. "Yes," he said softly, incapable of denying anything he wished.
"I'm very pleased to hear that." John smiled as he got up off the bed. Daniel watched him, yearning for his now absent touch. John drew the curtains closed on the setting sun and the room dimmed. "Shall we test your endurance again?" John asked offhand as he put more wood on the hot coals of the fireplace. The kindling caught and the flames danced. Such beautiful warm light that consumed and coiled. He was at peace.
"You mean in the dark again?" Daniel muttered, moving his gaze from the fire to the exquisite man the stood near. John was smiling, his long hair loose and tumbling over his strong shoulders. He shivered with apprehension and desire alike.
"Not like before. We will not leave the comfort of our bedroom." Daniel was immensely relieved, but he tried his best not to show it. He didn't want to appear weak, but nor did he want to go where he would be reminded of what he endured today. "So, will you indulge me, Daniel?"
There was only one answer. "Yes."
~~~
Nude and on his knees, Daniel watched John pull the curtain closed around the bed. It had always been there, but never used until now, the thick curtain a deep burgundy color that did well to block out most the firelight in the bedroom, but not all of it. His cock was heavy and stiff with want as he wait patiently for his lover to join him. When John slipped on the bed to approach him, he was still clothed in a loose shirt and trousers. It seemed almost unfair that only he was naked and vulnerable, but Daniel could not deny how it heightened his arousal.
John did not touch him, but crawled behind from his view. "Darkness and helplessness can come in different forms. I will show you what I mean, and when we are done, you will thirst for it rather than run from it. Understand?"
"I understand," Daniel said, his voice much too small and wavering. He gasped when something that felt as soft as silk pressed over his eyes, blotting out all sight. John tied the blindfold in place, then pressed a warm hand against his shoulder.
The whisper against his ear chilled and excited him in equal measure. "Darkness and helplessness," John repeated as he pulled Daniel's arms behind his back and bound his wrists together with the same type of silky cloth, tight, but not painful. John's hand moved over his hip and lower, fingers teasing and brushing at tufts of pubic hair. Daniel wanted him to stray lower still, the throb between his legs as maddening as John's playful tantalization.
Daniel was blind, the darkness a endless landscape that heightened his other senses. He tugged at the bonds and squirmed. John was so near, his scent intoxicating. A lone finger slid up the length of his erection, then rested at the head where drops of pre-cum leaked from the slit. He rocked his hips, desperately needing the friction. A firm hand gripped his hair and his head was yanked back with just enough force to spur a shocked yelp from his throat.
"Patience, my sweet Daniel."
"John.."
"Do you wish me to stop?"
"...No," Daniel said with a needy whimper. His cock throbbed once more, breath caught in his throat with fear and lust. John's grip stayed, keeping his head back as his tongue made circling motions over his neck and along his jawline. His hand let loose his hair and curved around up under his chin. He felt John's body adjust on the bed and then his tongue dancing over his parted lips. Daniel tried to catch the slick muscle with his own, but was teased once again when the caress vanished. Two fingers replaced it, pressing into his mouth.
"You know what I want you to do," John said to him. Daniel made a soft sound and slid his tongue along his fingers slowly to wet them. He knew exactly where those fingers would go next and his heart beat a little faster. It always hurt a little more when he didn't use the special oil, but Daniel found the pain made the pleasure even more intense. His body had grown accustomed to John's touch, hungered for it in fact.
Darkness enveloped him and he gave a sudden shudder from the unknown that could be sneaking up on him, even as his body was aflame with arousal. He concentrated on John's presence, sucking on his fingers that were now crudely thrusting in his mouth. Warm saliva spilled in the corner of his mouth as John pulled his fingers free. Daniel panted, wishing he could see if his lover was pleased. His mouth was captured, the kiss hard and ravenous. Something brushed his erection and he moaned desperately into the kiss. He tugged at the bonds, but they only seemed to tighten when he tried for freedom.
John pulled back and Daniel could almost hear his smile as he spoke. "I love how unbridled you have become, Daniel, so eager and willing to let me do unspeakable things to your body." The tips of his slick fingers pressed and massaged his opening. "Spread your knees open more," John urged. Daniel did as he was bid, gasping harder when the fingers pushed inside him. The painful ache did little to subdue his lust. He wanted so much more, and he knew John would provide him ample pleasure, perhaps even beyond his endurance.
John fell into silence, using his hands to speak for him. He eased Daniel forward to lay against the bed, knees still up so his back end was arched. It wasn't comfortable with his hands bound, but something about the lack of control thrilled him. John's fingers delved deeper inside him, opening his walls with practiced strokes. He felt his lower muscles spasm and a throb of pleasure from within when John found his prostate. Daniel gasped for breath, twisting his head to the side against the bed as moans escaped him. His arms ached, his legs trembled and the tight heat between his legs continued to throb steadily with each press of John's fingers.
God, but it felt so wonderful. The dark was becoming suffocating, and John was still silently playing him like a instrument. He wanted to see, but dare not beg. He had to do this for himself if not John. His breath rasped as he shifted his body, the task difficult in his bound position. He could not even move his hips properly to gain further pleasure, relying only on John's talents alone. He wanted to move and he whimpered when a flash of memory reminded him just how horrifying being bound could be.
His mind took him to that place when the shadow had him in it's grasp. He shuddered violently. No, he was with John now, not that otherworldly creature that was darkness itself. His knees were pushed further apart, straining his legs that were already quivering. A feather like caress moved between his legs over his swollen organ and his voice broke with a heavy moan. He needed to release and cried out for it. The shadow refused to leave the back of his mind. He knew it was just blindness that disturbed him so, but he could not think straight. His body was wracked between gratification and paranoia.
Sweat slicked his skin and the sound of slapping flesh and his own hectic breathing filled the room. The ache in his arms and legs turned to a warm numb feeling as his head swam with the building pleasure below his waist. The fingers that were slowly teasing him before were now roughly thrusting inside him as his body opened up completely to the intrusion. Daniel cried out when the heat of his sperm spilled, heedless of any worry that the servants might hear him. John's firm hand worked him through the orgasm until he was trembling and catching his breath.
Daniel felt empty when John removed his fingers, but relief was had when he was gently moved and unbound. He hissed as John rubbed to get his blood flowing into his arms. His legs lay sprawled as his body relaxed under John's attention. He wearily reached to remove the blindfold and jerked when a hard hand clamped over his wrist.
"John?" he whispered.
"Do not remove it."
"I...alright." Daniel lowered his arm, John's grip upon it until it was resting back against the bed.
"Don't be afraid."
Daniel had the desire to rip the blindfold off and flee from the bedroom. John's voice was colder than usual. Had he displeased him in some way? He lay there, the only sound in the room was the crackling of the fire that was surely bright. He wanted so much to look into that burning brilliance. He felt no movement from John, no touch, not even his soft breath. Confusion turned to anxiousness.
"John?" Had he left the room without him knowing somehow. His stomach went cold and his fingers itched to remove the blinding silk that covered his eyes. He shifted to sit up, but something cool and forceful slid around both his wrists and yanked his body further up the bed. He gasped out and struggled, unsure what this new game was, but it was going beyond a comfortable boundary.
"Don't struggle, Daniel."
"John, what is going on? I don't like this. What is happening?" He tried not to whimper. Whatever it was that held him wasn't silk. It felt like it had a throbbing pulse. Like something alive. "John, please.."
"Just give in."
Daniel yanked his wrists, but whatever had him wouldn't give, and his situation only escalated when he felt the some cold presence wrap around his ankles and secure his legs apart. He was pinned, helpless and scared. His breath came in quick gasps as he continued to struggle pointlessly, muscles straining to break free. The only thing he had to help him was his voice, but when he opened his mouth to yell the sound was muffled by a rough and deep kiss. The tongue darted and coiled around his. He half fought, half kissed back. He was terrified, but his body grew hotter, his loins a renewed throb between his legs.
"Ah!" The contact broke, but he could feel John there above him like a demon over prey. His body felt afire, his arousal so furious that he thought he was losing his mind. Something was going on. He felt strange. One of his hard nipples was tugged and it jolted him, the sensation much too intense for what it was. He groaned and twisted his body with the pleasure. "John, what's happening?"
"Doesn't it feel good?" he asked, voice thick with lust. Your body is saying yes." Daniel let out another disbelieving groan as he felt a finger run up and down his hard cock, every brush almost as intense as a orgasm.
Daniel squirmed. "It's too much. I can't.."
"Yes you can. Do you really want me to stop?"
Daniel opened his mouth, only to let out another outcry of pleasure when John enveloped his cock with his mouth, sucking the organ with slow intensity. His will to resist was breaking, even as the unnatural pulse of the binds kept him pinned to the bed. Was this Heaven or Hell? Maybe it was both, as intense fear and overwhelming lust took hold of him, binding him as much as the force that held his body against the bed. He came to understand that was what was making him feel oversensitive. This thing was infecting him like a drug.
Daniel groaned with distress when John stopped his oral pleasure. "I'll ask you again. Do you want me to stop,....Daniel?"
Daniel's heart turned to ice. His voice. When he said his name it was.. It sounded like Alexander. The slippery binds slid over his body more, over his chest, and down his hips, caressing, turning his desire up higher. The shadow had him. His breath caught for but a moment. This couldn't be real. His cock throbbed, balls tight with a release that he desperately needed. The fear in his bones did not vanquish what his body cried out for.
"Don't stop," he breathed.
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Daniel jerked awake, bathed in a cold sweat. The fire had died down long ago, only glowing embers remained in the fireplace. John's arm came around him and he rested his head back on the pillow. They were both nude beneath the thick blankets.
"Bad dream?" John muttered.
Daniel took a slow breath and shuddered a little. "I think so." He rolled over to snuggle into John's arms more, face buried against his chest.
"You must have been exhausted after your ordeal today. After I made you climax and untied you, you fell asleep." He chuckled tiredly. "I desired you, but I did not have the heart to wake you back up."
"I'm sorry," Daniel whispered, snippets of the dream making him shiver. It had felt real, but he didn't want to dwell on it. He pressed close to the comfort of John's body, the warmth of his arms and voice melting the chill away. He felt the familiar hardness of John's arousal poking his stomach. "You can have me now," he offered. Daniel welcomed the weight of his body when it covered him, and the stiff feel of his manhood when it entered him slow and deep. Their love making eased some of his distress, but it could not completely diminish the visions of his darkly erotic dream.

AN: Hope that anyone who is reading this story of mine is enjoying it. Not getting much feedback, but I'm having a good time writing it, so I'm pleased either way. There is far too few Amnesia stories on this site. I wish some of you other fanfic writers out there would post a few. :D
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