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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 22

The sounds from above were muffled, but loud enough that Daniel could imagine the workers that were building the manor above them. Hammers fell, wood shifted, stone and mortar placed. The men spoke as they toiled, unknowingly, over a pit of nightmares. Of course they knew there was something below, but not to the extent of which Alexander had made it. The noise would go on for hours at a time, only to finally cease as night was chasing the daylight away. The silence was overpowering then, the terrifying loneliness seeping into every pour of the maze like dungeon.
He had been allowed to roam freely as he pleased after that first night. It crossed his mind to yell for help when it all began, but knew it would be hopeless to attempt it. He suspected his voice would not be heard anyway, not when the initial pitiful screams of Mr. Abney went unnoticed by the men above. The work continued as if nothing were amiss. In the end, Daniel assumed Alexander had done something to keep the sound from reaching upward to prying ears. That, or the men were under a spell. He no longer questioned the things Alexander could do, too frightened to know the extent of his power.
He kept track of the days, making small marks with a quill on a piece of parchment. Thirty days had passed since he and John had been brought here that night, and he had no more knowledge of Alexander's intentions. There had to be more to it than the infatuation Alexander seemed to have for him. He was fed and given drink. The room he was brought to, remained his thus far, with clothes and anything else he could ask for. Meanwhile, John was locked away, and still very much in danger. Daniel remained as passive as he could, trying not to anger their jailer, but still resisted every advance Alexander had attempted. From a brush of fingers on his cheek, to a stolen kiss in the dark. His eyes were always hungry when he smiled, and sometimes that worried Daniel more.
He rarely saw the creatures that Alexander had guarding the dungeon, but he almost always heard their shuffling steps and the muddled sounds they made. His fear of them had become more pity for the people they had once been. Still, he did his best to keep his distance when they came shambling his way. He also knew that if he tried to free John so they could escape, the monsters would become fierce like rabid dogs to stop them. John would be killed for such a irrational attempt, while he would continued to be kept alive to mourn the man he lost. He wouldn't risk it, not yet, maybe never.
Daniel had been allowed to visit John, always briefly, but enough to see he was as well as he could be. Alexander hadn't denied him the basic needs to keep a human going, but being locked away in a cell had it's own way of breaking a man down. He didn't want to see his love wither away like a caged animal. Frustration filled the hours that was taken from them. Beyond that, Daniel rarely dared to leave the safety of his room, false as it was. He had no real sense of freedom, even if Alexander claimed he had will to wander as much as he liked. He wanted to see the sun again, to breath fresh air and walk through the fields.
So he grieved in silence, as he did now, writing down the experience of his time under the thumb of the baron that had made his life a literal living hell. His hand ached, but he kept writing, hoping to keep his sanity with the act of putting his thoughts to parchment. He halted his scrawling when the door opened without warning. He kept his eyes down, hand frozen mid-word, the ink blotting where he stopped. Alexander's footsteps fell soft as he approached his back where he sat hunched over the desk.
"Writing again," he said. "Your hand is suffering for your excessive undertaking." His hand gently curled around Daniel's wrist as he leaned over him, the other hand taking the quill from his swollen fingers.
"It's fine," he said, suppressing the urge to shudder in revulsion of his touch.
"Is it?" Daniel pressed his lips tightly together to keep from making a sound as Alexander's fingers delicately massaged his wrist and hand. The closeness of his body was suffocating behind him, and strands of blond hair tickled his cheek. "Your stubbornness never fails to intrigue me," he said, as his fingers worked over his painful knuckles. His hands glowed and the ache began to fade along with the swelling. "Such a simple thing, but I see no point in letting you experience needless pain, even if it's of your own doing."
"I didn't ask you to coddle me."
"Defiant as ever." Alexander moved back.
"When are you going to tell me why we are here?"
Alexander's hand rested on his right shoulder. "In do time, I will tell you everything. For now, they build, we wait." The sounds of labor continued above, but the screams of Mr. Abney had faded long ago. His voice had probably given out again, or the poor man was just too exhausted to go on. He could even be dead for all he knew. Daniel pushed the hand off his shoulder. "How long are you going to refuse me?" Again, Alexander was more amused by his distaste than angry.
"How long do you insist on keeping us prisoner?" he asked in return.
"Until you realize you are better off by my side. Is that a acceptable enough answer for you?"
Daniel didn't answer as he rubbed his face with his hands, feeling drained. He knew he wasn't going to get a clear answer, at least for now, but he was still indignant with the response. Alexander stepped around the desk and took a bottle of wine off the nearby shelf, placing two glasses down to pour. He didn't bother refusing the drink, he just took it and sipped. Alexander leaned against the side of the desk, tapping his fingers against the top as he drank his own.
"Why do you write what no one will ever read?" Alexander casually asked, touching the unfinished page with his fingertips.
"It's for me," he answered honestly. "It clears my mind, that's all."
"I see." He took another sip, eyes lingering on him. "You should realize, I am aware of how you think. I have been in your head enough to know. You fear you may be crazy, or that maybe you are imagining everything." He took another sip, the tip of his tongue licking a drop off his lips.
"I know this is real," he said, glaring only a moment before he looked away from his sultry stare.
"Yes, but there is always that whisper of doubt in the back of that mind of yours." Daniel kept his eyes averted, but he could imagine the curled smile on his lips. "You're strong, Daniel. You have seen things that would have broken any man, and have crawled your way back. It's one of the many reasons why I am so enamored by you."
"I do not require your affection.
"As you have told me, many times, but I too am a stubborn man. Far more stubborn than you. I refused to die." Cool finger's gripped his chin and Alexander forced him to look at him. "You will bend eventually, Daniel."
Daniel moved his head away from the grip. He stood, but he didn't have a way of escape. His options were to stay here, or wander the halls and hope he didn't encounter one of the patrolling monsters. The exit to this place was hidden from him, and he had found that out early on in their capture. Halls led to nowhere, while others led into rooms filled with experimental equipment, food and wine storage, and of course the cells. He had to contemplate the idea of a secret passage, or perhaps even more of the strange magic he could not fathom. Even with all that, his emotional connection with John was what truly kept him trapped. He would not leave him behind.
"Why must you do this?" He felt detached from this world, and was only slipping further from what he once knew as reality.
"I will not repeat what you already know, Daniel. The why no longer matters, only the present and the future does."
"The future," Daniel muttered to himself. It was so devoid of meaning that he chuckled at how absurd it was. "Should I be thanking you for this future you have so graciously given me?" he asked.
"You have given me little gratitude. Perhaps you should."
"You malicious bastard! Are you so ignorant of your vile nature?! Everything you have done was for your own benefit! You used me, and you are still using me! It has all been you!" he yelled. Daniel felt the strike across his cheek, the force of it causing him to stagger backward. He clumsily caught the bedpost to keep himself upright, heart beating frantic. The left side of his face was hot stinging pain and it set his eyes to a watery blur. He lunged towards the door in a blind panic, only wanting to distance himself from the inhuman man he had enraged.
"Where are you going, Daniel?" The icy calm of his voice was somehow more terrifying than a shout. As he moved, his hand reached for the door, but was yanked back by his shirt collar. He heard the tear of cloth over his own yell, and was tossed onto the stone floor, sliding hard against the large wardrobe. The air was knocked from his lungs. Black spots and more tears filled his vision, and darker still was the shadow that stood over him. He dared to look up. Alexander's expression was ugly and twisted. He could almost see his face changing, revealing his true form as his vision began to fail him. Daniel raised a shaky hand as he gasped for breath, weakly trying to ward off another attack. He felt himself slipping away, hopelessly fighting to stay awake as the baron slowly lowered over him. He truly looked like a winged demon come to eat his soul.

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Daniel shuddered awake with a gasp. He was confused for a moment, almost forgetting where he was when the cruel realization of his situation crept it's way back. Trembling, he lay there. He stared up at the canopy of his bed. He was tense with pain, sweat covering his skin. He knew Alexander was still with him, as he heard him shuffling through the parchment on his desk. His body was aching, and he possibly had a broken rib or two. It was hard to tell. He must have thrown him with tremendous force to cause this much damage. The corner of his mouth felt sore and the tip of his tongue ran over a cut. It burned, a reminder of the hit he had received. He closed his eyes tight when he heard the creak of a chair. As much as he wanted to just curl up in a ball and be ignored, he knew that wasn't going to happen.
"Did you hurt John?" he asked, his voice hushed, and timid. He hissed as he took in a breath.
"I did not." Alexander answered from across the room. He got up, and approached. Daniel turned his head to look at him, doing his best to ignore the screaming muscles in his shoulders as he did so. "It was not my intention to harm you, but your words have become sharp, and I lost myself."
"You're no different than my father," he said. Alexander sat on the edge of the bedside. "He needed no excuse to beat me until I cried for mercy and bled on the floor. Will it be the same with you the longer you keep me in your grasp? I'm well aware your strength outweighs my own. I feel like that helpless child all over again." He grimaced with the stabbing pain in his side.
The baron looked hurt with the mere suggestion. "I will not strike you again, Daniel. I promise you this." Daniel flinched when his hand cupped his sore cheek. He felt the power that he knew would heal his wounds, the tingling sensation moving down his neck and into his bruised back as it washed away the evidence of his fury. It got easier to breathe, the stitch in his side fading as if it hadn't been there at all. The pain vanished, but his mind could not be pacified. Daniel flinched when his thumb lightly brushed over where the cut had healed. "I prepared a bath for you. Wash and take time to think about what needs to be done." Alexander got up, and looked down at him with remorse. Daniel could not tell if it was real. "I will leave you to bathe." He shut the door behind him as he left, and the sound of a lock engaged. He wasn't at all surprised.
He stood beside the tub and stripped off his shirt, taking note of the tear in the fabric of the collar. He tossed it aside and removed his trousers and underclothes before he stepped into the tub of steaming water and lowered. He washed, as Alexander bid him, but he did not want to think of unpleasant things. He didn't want to contemplate what he meant by, 'what needs to be done.' He rested back, eyes focused on the candlelight, and the shadows that danced on the wall. Was he to just give in? Perhaps John would be set free if he would only agree. He sighed, turning his body, the water making a soft splash with the movement. He rested his head against the tub side, eyes heavy with exhaustion and doubt.
Daniel missed John terribly. Even simple meals eaten together, and talking about the most basic things. His smile, his laugh, his touch. It was unfair. His eyes burned. He didn't want to lose him, but it wasn't fair of him to keep this going. He could simply tell Alexander he will join him if he would just let John go and let him live his life. He gripped the side of the tub. No, he was too selfish to give up just yet. There had to be a way to overcome this and they could both escape and be free again. John wouldn't want him to give up, he knew that deep down. He wouldn't. Not yet. He closed his eyes, and felt a twinge of hope.
He lay there a moment, nearly drifting off before he forced his eyes to open. He knew he should get out, but it felt so nice in the water, peaceful even. Only the light sound of water and the flicker of the candle flame could be heard. The noise from above had stopped long ago without him noticing. He shifted and sat more upright in the tub, raising a arm to wash over again, taking his time about it. Maybe he would actually get some sleep tonight if he was lucky. He washed over his skin, his fingertips brushing a nipple. He lingered on it absently, soapy fingers tugging the hardened nub. "John," he whispered. He craved his lover's touch, and imaged it was he who was toying with his flesh. His lips parted as he lay back against the side of the tub once more.
His fantasy deepened as his hands ran up and down his wet chest. He lifted one of his legs, washing slow over it, fingertips drawing over his flesh. His eyes closed, as he lay his head back more, his arousal overcoming his senses. His nipples throbbed, and he twisted them, tugging until the pleasant ache between his legs began to grow. A hand lowered, fingers moving around his pubic hair. He teased the base and down around his scrotum, gently massaging. He muttered his pleasure shamelessly, legs spreading as he let his body completely relax. He licked water from his lips, and he let his hand stray further. His finger brushed his opening. It felt foreign, and so forbidden.
He gently massaged around his anus, and he could feel his face burn with the sinful act. He envisioned the times John had used his fingers alone to give him tremendous pleasure. Testing, he pressed until the tip of his finger slipped in. He held his breath and probed gently with more pressure. Frustrated, he lifted his right leg over the side of the tub to open himself up more. He needed it so badly now. He pressed again, and muttered a pleased curse as it entered him fully. He wanted to feel John thrusting inside him, to touch that spot that only he could reach. His cock was stiff, almost painful, as it bobbed in the water. His other hand traced the length, and teased the head before he grabbed it to stroke. He groaned, his eyes opening for a moment, and it was a vision he would relive in his nightmares. Alexander stood above him, hunched over, eyes glazed with lustful intent.
"Oh, God!" Daniel pulled his hands back, hastily sitting up as he attempted to reach for the towel.
"God is not here to behold such beauty," Alexander said, whisking the towel from his grip.
"Alexander, please!" He reached for it again in vain. He yelled when his arm was grabbed. He tried to pull away from the firm grasp, but it was fruitless as he was urged to stand and step out of the tub. "No, no, no..." Panic seized him.
"Shhhh.....shhhh."
"Let me go, please!" Alexander pulled him into his arms, hugging him possessively. Daniel's eyes widened as he frantically tried to escape being so close to him. He squirmed, aware that his cock was still aroused.
"I can feel it, Daniel," he whispered against his ear so close that he could feel the touch of his lips. "Is it painful?" His knee gently brushed along the straining muscle.
Daniel's finger's gripped his jacket, and he tried to arch his hips away. "Don't! You promised you wouldn't force me!"
"I did, but surely you crave climax." His knee continued it's crude motion. Daniel's finger's gripped harder. "No need to be so shy now, after all that you have shown me already," Alexander said, his husky voice a purr.
Why did it have to feel so good? "Stop!" he yelled, pushing against him with his hands as best he could. The rubbing slowly subsided, but the throbbing did not.
Alexander pulled back to look in his eyes, loosening his arms only slightly. "Very well. I am a man of my word, after all." His arms continued to hold him close. "Shall we make a deal instead?"
"What?" Daniel was taken aback. "Let me go," he said, uncertain, shivering in his grip as his wet skin cooled. Alexander opened his arms, and he rushed to grab the towel to cover his shame. Daniel backed into the corner of the room, not really conscious of it, only wanting to distance himself from Alexander's reach. The ache was near unbearable, but he knew it would fade. He did not move towards him again, but he blocked the doorway. "What do you want?" His voice shook slightly, his nerves shaken. Between the beating and this, he was near his limit.
"This is more about something you want. I will merely benefit from it." Daniel said nothing, distrustful of his intentions. "I heard you muttering his name," Alexander said.
"That was private." He pulled the towel closer to himself. "Do you get a twisted satisfaction out of humiliating me?"
"There are no secrets to be had, Daniel. You and I are bound, connected by thought and emotion, even as you fight to deny it." Daniel shook his head, the cold evaporating the last of the warmth from his body. "Come, get dressed and we will discuss things." He walked out, and there was no other choice but to follow. Daniel stepped into the room as the baron was taking a seat. He went to the wardrobe and did his best to hide himself behind the open door as he pulled on loose trousers and a shirt as quickly as he could. He shut the wardrobe, and hovered by it, still wanting to keep the false illusion of distance from him.
"What do you want?"
"Come, sit down." Alexander motioned to the seat across from him.
"I'd rather not."
"Don't be silly. Sit," he said with firm insistence. Daniel reluctantly did as he asked. Alexander's expression warmed as he smiled. "Thank you. Shall we talk now?"
"As you wish," Daniel said softly, hands folded on his lap. He was relieved his arousal was finally wilting.
"Your society is so judgemental," he began. "It is one of the things I do so detest about this world. Self pleasure, partners of the same sex, the act of sex in general is regarded as such a taboo. Truly, a miserable way to live. You and your lover could even be killed for your carnal activity. Is it not so?" Daniel's hands curled into fists, as he stayed silent. "It hurts to even admit, doesn't it?" he pressed him.
"Why are you speaking of this?" Daniel asked.
"Because it is a topic that should be openly discussed, Daniel. Tell me, when you pleasure yourself, does a part of you feel shame for the act?"
Daniel raised his eyes to look at him. "You already know the answer. You just claimed we are connected."
"Indeed, but I'd like to hear you say it."
Daniel grabbed the half empty bottle of wine on the table, hands shaking as he worked the cork out. He drank deep, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. "Yes," he answered. "Do you wish to embarrass me further?"
"No, I only wish to open your mind. There is nothing shameful about it." He took the bottle from Daniel's grasp and took a drink.
"Get on with what you want to say," Daniel said, wrapping his arms around himself. The vulnerable feeling would not leave him.
"Very well. I propose a trade. I will give you a full day and night with John, to do what you will without any interference from me. Eat, talk, fuck to your hearts content."
Daniel's attention was roused. "You would truly give us that?"
Alexander lifted a finger. "If you agree to something I want."
Daniel squirmed back in his seat and looked away. "I'm not having sex with you," he said. The baron laughed soft. "That's what you want, isn't it?"
"I do want that, eventually, when I have properly seduced you. Not before. No, what I want is for you to continue what you started in your bath. A show, if you will, for me to watch."
"You ask for something so lewd," Daniel said in disbelief.
"Lewd you say. Not here, it isn't." Alexander smiled. "It is a fair deal. A simple offer you can accept or refuse. No harm will come to either of you if you say no, but if you say yes, you get a whole day and night with the lover that you so desire." He offered the bottle to Daniel. "I will even let you have your time with him before you perform for me.
Daniel took the offered bottle. "May I have some time to think about it?"
"No time for thinking, I require your answer right here and now, Daniel." He sat back and watched him. "So, what shall it be?"
Daniel focused on the bottle in his hand. He drank deep, emptying the contents, then gave him his answer.
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