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Wash Away My Sins	By : horrorgal Category: +A through F > Amnesia: The Dark Descent Views: 2698 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3

Daniel hammered the last of the nails in and stood back to look at his work. As John had said, it did only take them a few more days to finish the barn. They were to improve the horse stables next, and then make the horse paddock larger so that John could properly train the horses that would be bred. It was nearly noon from the look of the sky. He did miss his pocket watch. He would have to acquire another one soon, and with what John paid him that would be easy enough. He wiped sweat from his brow, then felt how his shirt was sticking to him. The temperature was higher today than it had been all week. He took the sweat soaked shirt off to enjoy the breeze and dry his skin.

"It looks good," John said as he walked around from the other side of the barn.

Daniel smiled at him. "Even better than I imagined it would be."

"Rather warm today." John looked at him, eyes flickering over his torso a moment. "You look much better without all those nasty bruises."

"Definitely feels better as well. Though I feel a bit sore from the work, but I don't mind that."

"A hard days work is very rewarding," John said as he walked over to stand beside Daniel to gaze up at the barn.

Daniel looked at him, marveling at how this man of wealth stood beside him, dirt and sweat on his face, hair tied back and untidy from the morning's work. John treated him as an equal, never acting as if he was superior in any way. Odd for one from higher society, but perhaps that was why he had truly come to this place, to get away from disapproving eyes. Even in his messy state, he looked posh, with a proud look in his eyes as he looked at the result of their labor. John turned his head to look at him, and Daniel felt his cheek flush as he quickly looked away when he was caught staring.

"Something wrong, Daniel?"

"I'm sorry." He looked back at him. "May I ask you something?"

"Of course, anything."

"I know you said you wanted something different when you moved here, but why? A man of your status could have anything he wants, yet you come to live in the country and labor like a common man."

"Fair enough question." John walked towards the horse paddock and waved him to follow. "I will admit it is nice to have wealth and all that comes with it, but at times there can be too much of a good thing."

"How so?"

"Well, there are the boring parties where the men all talk about the same thing, and the women wave their fans and smile at you, and you have to wonder if they just want a good sagging or to marry you just for your money. Then you have the constant offers of a new business venture, or some confounded idea that you know will never work." John spread his hands and gave Daniel a sideways glance. "And that's just a small part of it, Daniel. In truth, high society can get very tedious and repetitive."

"I think I understand," Daniel said as they stopped by the paddock. He reached up to pet the mane of the horse that trotted up to greet them.

John chuckled. "I think Shadowstorm likes you."

"He is a grand animal." He smiled, petting the soft mane as the horse snorted in approval.

John gently rubbed the horses muzzle and went on. "I do love London, but I've always had a stronger love for the country. The quiet, the fresh air, and the privacy you cannot get in a crowded city."

"I feel the same." Shadowstorm snorted one last time and trotted away, bored of the human affection for now. Daniel looked at John. "So, you don't want to get married and start a family?"

"I played with the idea, and a man of my position is practically required to, but I do not think it would fit me well at all."

"Why do you say that?"

"That....I shall tell you another time perhaps," he said and patted Daniel's bare back, the touch lingering a moment before he turned to walk again. "For now, we'll get the tools put away," he said as he walked on.

Daniel parted his lips to speak, but changed his mind and followed instead. He wasn't sure if he could have spoken regardless, as he was again surprised with the shiver John's touch had brought him. He ignored it and went about putting the tools away with John's help, both of them happy enough in their silence. A delivery of horse feed and goods John could not acquire in town was to be delivered as well, so it would be another busy day ahead of them. They stabled the horses and took care of a few more menial tasks before heading in for the evening.

Daniel offered to cook dinner this time, wanting to pitch in a bit more. Turned out to be a bad idea as the food ended up burnt with the effort. Daniel couldn't decide if John's laughter made the situation better or worse as he sheepishly sat at the table with him to eat the horrible meal. John insisted that it was alright. They suffered through every bite, washing it down with fine wine to rid their mouths of the taste. Afterwards, Daniel insisted he also do the dishes. At least he couldn't mess that up. John left him to have a bath. He was in the sitting room, reading by the light of the oil lamp that burned beside him when John finally came in wearing plain trousers, chest bare and hair loose, still damp from the bath.

"Go on in, Daniel. The water is ready for you." He sat with a content sigh. "I'll get construction going on a new house as soon as everything is taken care of."

"A new house?" Daniel looked around the room they were seated in, thinking this was already fancy in every sense of the word with fine art on the wall and lace adorning the side tables.

"Yes, I wanted to get away from the society itself, but I am a bit spoiled to luxury deep down, and with that I will hire a few servants to keep the place up once it's constructed."

"Servants," Daniel said and nodded soft, feeling trepidation at the mention of the word. The remembrance of the mournful sound those creatures made always fresh in his mind, a sound he couldn't and would never forget.

"Do not worry, Daniel. I will never consider you a servant. You are my right hand," John said, placing a hand on his leg, misreading Daniel's unease this time. "Go on, have a bath and relax."

Daniel nodded and went to go do so. The bathroom was steamy as he entered and the water looked inviting as he stripped out of his clothes. He stepped in, a slight hiss passing his lips as he lowered into the hot water, but the heat was good and loosened his muscles quickly as he soaked. He dunked his head under to wet his hair and grabbed the soap to begin washing, taking his time about it, humming softly as his mind became at ease again. He rinsed and lay his head back against the side of the tub, eyes closed, dozing in the warmth that surrounded him. His tired body got the better of him, and he was asleep in moments.

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Daniel watched the man on the wheel, his tortured screams intensifying each time he was lashed with the whip, his torturer a old man that did not look like he had the strength to be striking his victim with such force, but he did, each lash more powerful than the last. Alexander moved back to watch the prisoner bleed, panting hard from his effort. He looked to Daniel and offered the handle of the whip, a cold smile on his lips. He couldn't stop himself from taking it and he gripped the whip with a strong hand and looked back at the man that was dripping lifeblood all over the stones below. The man begged and pleaded as Daniel approached, but the words landed on deaf ears. He deserved everything he was getting. He raised the whip and struck, the crack punctuating another scream of agony.

Alexander praised his effort as he watched him work. This prisoner would bring a fair amount of vitae, for his will was stronger than the last few had been. Blood splashed in droplets over Daniel's face as the man's chest became more mangled with each raw contact of the whip. He struck again and again until the screams grew more dull and weak. It was then that Alexander touched his arm and took the whip from his hand to replace it with the sledgehammer. Daniel swallowed and nodded to him, his breath coming in quick gasps. It was time to end this ones suffering, for he was too near death to be of anymore use.

Daniel stepped closer, the man's eyes half closed, but still desperate and pleading for release. His screams deteriorated to whimpers and pitiful moans. Daniel looked into the man's eyes, feeling no remorse or pity as he raised the hammer over his head and swung with all his strength, breaking the man's right arm. More blood flew and his screams were renewed with the fresh pain of broken bones and mangled flesh. Daniel did not pause, and the other arm was shattered in moments. Crimson soaked into his shirt and trousers as he started on the legs. One, then the other. The wheel was turned and the man's now lifeless body was pulled into the large spokes, his time on this earth over. Alexander's hand gently touched his shoulder.

"You have done well, Daniel," he said, the words a whisper in his ear.

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Daniel yelled, coughed and sputtered water as he woke from the dream. He gasped as he sat up in a panic, confused where he was, and coughed again. He gripped the side of the tub, head hung over the side, fearing he would vomit all over the floor. The dream was still fresh in his mind and he shuddered, the warm water failing to relieve the chill it left behind. He yelled and jerked away when John's hand touched his arm, so distraught that he had not heard him enter the bathroom.

"Daniel, what happened?!" He knelt by the tub, touching his arm against with a light squeeze, mindful of his unrest. "Are you in pain? Feeling ill again?"

"I.." He was racked by another cough, his body intent on expelling the water he'd ingested. He took another deep breath when the cough calmed, wiping his face with a shaky hand. "I fell asleep..."

"You could have drown doing that," John said as he grabbed a towel.

"I think I nearly did," Daniel said and coughed again, but not as violently. His body shivered still as he looked at John who was offering the towel with concern in his eyes. "I don't think I'll be foolish enough to do that a second time." He took the towel, but sat there until he caught his breath. He didn't mention the nightmare, that had actually been more of a memory come back from the past. He prayed he would not be visited with more visions of his sins anytime soon. "I am well now, John. Thank you for checking on me. I feel as if I am a constant burden at times. I do apologize."

"It's no trouble, and you are far from a burden. I wouldn't be getting nearly as much done without you here," John said as he went back towards the door. "Get yourself dried off and dressed. I'll go make us some tea." He left, closing the door softly behind him.

Daniel let out a soft breath and pushed himself up. By the time he was done, he felt a bit better, but his face in the bronze mirror reflected the fear he was trying to keep hidden. He didn't want to concern John any further, but each time he thought he had his past beaten, something else came back to remind him. In clean trousers and loose shirt, he headed through to join John in the sitting room. A few lamps were burning alight and John gestured to the seat across from him. He sat and accepted the cup that was handed to him and sipped the tea, hoping the heat of it would warm him more. John watched him in the soft glow of the light, and Daniel was all but helpless to look back at him, seeming unable to look away from his inspecting gaze.

"How are you feeling now?" he asked, voice soft, taking a sip of his own tea, eyes on him over the rim.

Daniel swallowed. "Fine." He cleared his throat. "Now that I'm not trying to drown myself," he joked weakly, still mesmerized by John's watchful eyes.

"Are you certain? You look distressed." He sat the cup down.

"Do I?" Daniel took another drink, and saw how his hand shook as he lowered the cup to the saucer, nearly spilling some of the tea in the process. He realized, as he sat there, that he had shared similar nights like this with Alexander when he would wake from the horrible nightmares that plagued him even then. "The truth is, I had a nightmare."

"Ah, I see. Nightmares are not pleasant, but they cannot hurt you, Daniel."

"You're right, but I have them more often than I would like. Almost every time I sleep." He finally found the strength to break eye contact and looked into the cup. "I don't know why," he lied, voice surprisingly steady as he did.

"Perhaps we should go to London. Get you in to see a doctor for this affliction."

Daniel looked back up with surprise. "Oh, I really don't think that will help, John."

"How do you know until we try?"

"I just do," he insisted softly. "Believe me, I just know it won't help."

"You are a stubborn bloke," John said and chuckled soft. He stood from the chair and moved to sit on the sofa across the room. Daniel watched him, feeling maybe he was wrong to have refuse the offer. "Very well, no doctor. Perhaps I can help you though somehow myself."

"How?"

"Come, sit with me."

Daniel went over and sat, giving John a curious look. "What are you going to do?" Even if the low quality of light in the room, Daniel could see John's soft amusement and something that could only be described as predatory in his green eyes. Daniel swallowed. "John?"

"Sit back, close your eyes." he said, not ordering, but more of a soft request.

"What?"

"Come now, Daniel, you heard me." He turned his hip against the seat to look at Daniel more. "You trust me, yes?"

"Of course."

"Then please, sit back, close your eyes." Daniel looked at him for one more searching moment then relented, easing back. He closed his eyes, hands loosely laying on his lap, not sure at all what to expect. He felt John shift beside him again, then nothing. He was about to open his eyes when he felt a hand on his shoulder and fingers begin to brush the side of his neck. The familiar shiver took him again and he gasped, eyes springing open in shock when he felt John's lips intimately trail along after his caressing fingers, strands of his black hair brushing along his skin. "John!"

"Yes, Daniel? he said, lips curved seductively.

"This is...improper," he said, voice almost failing him. He sat frozen, tensing up further when John's hand rested on his thigh, rubbing up and down.

"Who says it's improper, Daniel?" He moved closer, hand leaving his leg to slide up inside Daniel's shirt, the loose fitting garment making it much too easy for his exploring hand.

"John, stop." Daniel gasped and grabbed his arm to stay his hand that had slid it's way up to his chest where his heart was thudding rapidly.

"Tell me, Daniel." His face moved so close he could feel John's warm breath against his lips. "Do you think it's improper, or are you just following the sheep that all travel in a herd, afraid to explore elsewhere to see what else can be outside their perfect little world?" Daniel's lips parted, eyes locked to his, his hand clamped hard on the arm that was still resting inside his shirt. "If you truly wish me to stop, I will, and we will never speak of this again," John whispered, his eyes pained as he said it.

Daniel was lost for words, still in a stupor, and unable to deny that his touches were stirring a passion inside him, improper or not. And how could he? His skin was becoming flushed, his breath ragged with a mixture of curious fear and longing. He felt the stir of arousal in his loins and he moaned in the back of his throat, unable to stop the guttural sound of desire. John, impatient for a answer, took Daniel's strained groan as a invitation to go further, and his fingers danced in a slow circular motion over his chest. He found a hardened nipple, and Daniel arched to the playful tugging on the raised nub. It was a strange sensation, between a throb and absolute delight. Each time he thought he could come to his senses and stop this sinful act, John would twist and pull the flesh, making the ache much more intense, and rational thought too hazy to cling to.

Daniel, in the heat of the moment, let loose the hold on John's arm. He was pushed over and back against the sofa with subtle force, John's hands gentle as he slid up, hovering over him to pull his shirt open, taking no heed of the popping buttons that flew off with the rough motion. He still could not find his voice, confused and a bit afraid, yet undeniably taken by this man who's eyes were roaming over his body with obvious desire. Daniel found himself reaching up with a trembling hand to touch the long black hair that draped around his handsome face like a cowl. He felt as shy as a virgin, aflutter as John lowered and planted light kisses over his heated skin, low around his navel.

His lips caressed and explored across his abs and up again over his chest to his neck, and Daniel trembled that much more, gasping out when the pressure of John's body lay atop him. He felt the unmistakable hardness of John's erection poking against his upper thigh as he lay there against him. He found the curve of his earlobe and nibbled soft before his tongue rolled hot over it, sending another bolt of pleasure to Daniel's own arousal. His breath came faster, but lust turned to apprehension when John's hand rubbed down to the waist of his trousers, fingers slipping under the protective cloth in search of his hard flesh. Daniel's sense finally came alive and he pushed against John's hard chest, desperately grabbing at his searching hand as he gasped a soft no, his voice cracked between lust and fear. He had never felt such a strange mixture of emotion. His body wanted the pleasure, but he was too confused and scared to let this depravity continue.

"No, John." He panicked when it appeared John would ignore his plea, his hand still eagerly trying to get hold of his manhood. "John!"

"You are a tease," John gasped against his neck, then moved off of him, his own skin flushed with the heat of lust, his breath coming as ragged as Daniel's.

Daniel swallowed and sat up. "I'm sorry."

"No," John chuckled. "You don't have to apologize. I did just try to have my way with you." He sat back and closed his eyes, catching his excited breath. "I should be the one apologizing, Daniel."

Daniel, still too surprised to speak sat quiet, trying to will his still erect cock to go down as the beat of his heart calmed in his chest. He slowly lifted his eyes and looked at John with guarded curiosity, the twinge of attraction still biting at his gut as he watched him. He looked peaceful with his eyes closed, not angry or hurt as Daniel feared he would be. His hair was wild, strands of the black locks fallen over his cheek. His eyes cracked open as if he knew he was being watched and Daniel jerked soft, embarrassed he had been caught staring, but his eyes locked to John's, determined not to look away this time.

"Are you angry with me?" John asked.

Daniel swallowed. "No, I'm just...confused."

"Understandable." John said. "This is the other reason I left."

"The other reason..."

"Yes. I'm attracted to men." He rested his head back against the back of the sofa. "That would be frowned upon in high society, or anywhere for that matter."

Daniel couldn't help but be intrigued. "You don't like women?"

"I adore women, and have had a few in my bed, but I prefer men. I've always felt that way since I was very young." He stood and walked to the shelf to grab up a bottle of whiskey and a glass. "I think something much stronger than tea is needed now. Agreed?" He looked back at Daniel.

"Yes, ..please." John poured them some and he took the glass that was offered and drank deeply, shivering with the first fiery hit to his gut. He took a breath and looked at John who sat beside him once more, sipping his own drink with a thoughtful expression. "You are attracted to me then?" Daniel asked, taken aback when John looked at him with a sly smile.

"Very much so, but I will not force my needs on you, Daniel. I mistook your timid reaction for desire, and for that I apologize."

"No, I.." He sighed and shook his head. "I was aroused. I just got nervous, I've never been touched that way by another man."

John watched him. "Did you enjoy it?"

Daniel looked into his glass, feeling the tingling sensation over his skin when he thought about it. It had felt good. The way his hands and lips had explored his body, so gentle and forceful at the same time, the warmth of it all making his stomach quiver with anticipation. His body was getting hot all over again, and he was certain it was the visual imagery in his head causing it and not the strong alcohol he was consuming. His loins began to awake once more and he took a shaky breath, forcing down his sudden need to reach out to John. He had to think about this before he just let himself go into this new and unexpected territory.

"Yes," he whispered and looked back at him. "Though, this is all so new and I can't let myself get pulled in so quickly."

"I understand. I will not force it." He drank the rest of his whiskey and sighed. "I do hope I have not ruined our working arrangement by making you uncomfortable."

"No, not at all," Daniel said, but inside he knew it would always be in the back of his mind.
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