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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 4

Time moved swiftly when one was happy and content. In Daniel's case, it was like he had all the time in the world. Days turned to weeks, weeks to months and before he knew it, winter had come. The days were cool and the nights were bitter. This did not stop the progress of the farm though. John had hired many hands since summer, most to begin construction of the mansion. A few servants were already taking care of the current household, leaving John more open to take care of other matters. He still worked with the horses when he was able, but hired a few more men that had much experience with the animals. Daniel himself helped where he was needed. Most times John wanted him close by, calling Daniel his right hand. It gave him pride he had never felt before in his life.

Over the months, Daniel had put the trouble from that rainy night behind him. He rarely went to town anymore, but when he did the talk of the murder that had occurred was no longer a topic of discussion, almost like it had never happened at all. As far as his memories went, he still suffered them and the occasional dream, but they were few now, and being around John always seemed to help him get past his uncertainties. There was one lingering thing that Daniel was unable to forget. That intimate night still crept into his thoughts. John had not touched him like that since, and Daniel would be lying to himself if he said he didn't want to feel that arousing contact once more.

When they were alone was the worst times for his longing. Most times he could urge the thoughts away, but sometimes it was impossible to ignore. Daniel masked his desire well, or so he hoped. John never appeared to be aware something was amiss with his friend. Perhaps it was Daniel's resistance from that long ago night that made John blind to his interest. Daniel just couldn't bring himself to mention it and he felt a stab of guilt each time he caught himself fantasizing about being with him.

Daniel sighed as he lay in bed, looking out the frosted window. The clouds were dense in the wintery sky tonight, making his room nearly pitch black. It would have been if not for the low fire burning in the fireplace in the corner of the room and the candle alight on his bedside table. The flame flickered as wax slowly melted from the heat, the light sending shadows over the walls and ceiling. He shuddered and pulled his blankets around tighter and forced his eyes away from the creeping dark to stare at the glorious light of the flame. The nagging fear of the dark would not leave him. How he wished it would. John knew nothing of his achluophobia, the fact remaining as unspoken as his past. He just didn't see the point in giving him that bit of information, and it was shame that really kept him from it.

Daniel rolled on his side more, hands curled into loose fists under his chin where the blanket was pulled up to. He couldn't manage sleep, and he was sure it must be past midnight by now. His mind was far too busy to slumber. Perhaps he should get up and get a strong drink, but he tried to avoid that as much as possible. The last thing he wanted to do was get drunk and end up with a hangover in the morning. He was going to be exhausted enough for the days work as it was. Perhaps he could relax himself again. Even the chill of the room could not mask the heat he felt on his cheeks. Daniel wasn't ignorant of self pleasure, but he had not done it often in his life, until now. For the past several months he had indulged in the act, always with pictures of John in his mind. Shameful perhaps, but it always helped take the edge off of his desires and it did help him to get to sleep after.

He nibbled his lip a bit and looked towards his door to make sure he'd closed it all the way. Was it locked? He couldn't remember, but it was too chilly in the room and he assured himself that the servants would not enter at such an hour. He took a breath and lay on his back, eyes closed to remember what John had done to him that night so long ago. His hand slid up, his fingertips brushing his nipple until it was erect. He twisted and pulled the nub, imagining it was John toying with his body once more. His lips parted with a soft intake of breath as his cock hardened and rubbed against the rough material of his underwear. He kept the fantasy going, eyes closed as his free hand slide down inside the cloth where he grabbed hold of his erection. Daniel groaned low, stroking his length that felt hot against his cool fingers.

He stroked slow at first, savoring the fantasy playing in his mind, gasping soft with each movement of his hand. If only he had let John touch him this way. His breath quickened, moans barely above a whisper. The chill of the room went now unnoticed as his body warmed, heart thudding, blood pumping through his veins. He shifted, the blanket slipping off his writhing body as the pleasure slowly increased. He knew it wouldn't take long to reach release. It never did when his excitement was this high.

"More," he muttered, reaching with his other hand to tug his underwear down. His cock sprang free and his hand worked vigorously now, the soft slapping of flesh a light and sinful sound to his ears. Through hazy pleasure he wondered what else John would do to his body if he just let him. The bed creaked beneath him as his hips worked, the need for release becoming too much. The climax was hard, fast and intense as he felt his hot seed spill over his pumping fist. Daniel swallowed thickly, still panting as he lay there feeling his body relax after the release, his hand still loosely cupping his withering cock, the seed going cold quickly in the air of the room. He hear a faint click sound and jerked, his eyes moving to the door across the room that still looked to be closed. He released the breath he held and hastily cleaned himself as best he could with his underwear. He was just hearing things, perhaps just the house settling as it sometimes did.

Daniel made quick work of cleaning and got up to pull a fresh pair of underwear on, mindful he would have to go about doing his own laundry again, lest the maid notice the mess he'd left. His cheeks flushed again as he slide back into bed and pulled the blankets back up to ward off the chill that had set in once more. At least now he felt like he could sleep and it wasn't long before he was falling under, his body and mind at ease for the night. He dreamed again, but it was not of the horrors of Brennenburg, but of the warm touch of John.

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Daniel shoveled fresh hay into the horse stalls, his warm breath coming out in white puffs in the cold air of the late morning. Shadowstorm gave him a soft nicker and brushed his muzzle over the top of Daniel's head. He laughed and patted the horse gently then went about his work, humming softly. He could hear the sound of the men building across the field, and he felt a bit sorry for them. Constructing a mansion is the middle of winter couldn't be easy, but he was surprised at how quickly the work had come along. The sky was still cloudy and a few snowflakes were already falling when he looked out of the open doors of the stable. The ground was covered with a light powder, but he had a feeling there would be a lot more before the day was out. The flakes were getting steadily fuller each time he looked out. He hoped it wasn't a blizzard coming. He was working on the last bit of hay when he heard the scrape of boots enter the stable. He looked to see John entering, his dark hair covered in white flakes and a pleased smile on his lips.

"It's really falling out there," John said as he came over.

"That's what I was just thinking," Daniel said and pushed a pitchfork full of hay in with the auburn mare before he hung the tool back in place on it's hook.

"Ah well, it's to be expected," John said. "We have plenty of supplies, so even if we are snowed in for a while, we'll be fine." He looked along the row of stabled horses. "And all the horses are happy and healthy." He reached to pet the mares muzzle. "The lady here should be ready to give birth by early spring." Daniel pet the other side of her muzzle and smiled soft to John. The cold was starting to set in on his body again, now that he wasn't working. He buttoned up the top buttons of his coat and shivered when the wind picked up and blew snow inside the stable. John seemed strangely unaffected by the cold as he looked at Daniel and chuckled. "I think the temperature must be falling as much as the snow," he said. "Lets go inside."

Daniel followed along, shutting and bracing the stable door closed. John wandered towards the house as he looked across the field to take in the progress the men were making. Daniel wasn't sure how much more they could accomplish in the increasingly bad weather, and from the look on John's face he was thinking the same thing.

"Pardon me, Daniel. I will be inside in a few minutes. About time I told them to give it up for now." And with that he walked off. Daniel watched him a moment before he went inside.

The house was blissfully warm as he entered and the maid came at once to take his coat, gloves and boots. He was still unaccustomed to such treatment, but he found he enjoyed it despite his reservations about his standing in the household. He still felt below John's status, even though he insisted Daniel was deserving of the special treatment. He had to argue to wash his own clothes early that morning, fearing his little dirty secret would be revealed if he had not. Perhaps he would have to find a more discrete way to relieve his needs. He went into the sitting room and sat on the rug in front of the fireplace, hands raised in front of the flames to warm them. He sighed in relief and a little bit of pain as his numb fingers warmed, a dull ache throbbing through the digits as the blood began to flow normally once more. His toes tingled the same way as he arched his feet near the heat.

"Hot tea, Sir," the butler said as he entered with a tray in his hands.

"Oh, thank you."

"Will the Master be joining you, Sir?"

"I believe so. He went to go speak with the builders first."

"Shall I wait?"

"Oh no. I can take care of this." Daniel smiled. The servant looked unsure, and he had to wave him him off insistently before he would leave. It just made him feel uncomfortable when they stood there watching over him like a mother hen. Daniel drank half a cup and was feeling comfortably warm again by the time John joined him. He too came to sit by the fire next to him.

"I do believe it best to wait until winter is past before they begin again," John said, accepting the cup of tea Daniel offered him. "No telling how many more snow storms we may get before then."

"You're probably right," Daniel said and drank more. John took a sip a looked around as if something was out of place. "Is something wrong?"

"Where's William?"

"Oh, I made him go. It just feels strange to me when he stands there like a statue. I hope that's okay."

"That's fine. I know you are still not used to the servants being around."

"Is it that obvious?"

"Yes. I find it amusing you have insisted on washing your laundry from time to time. I can assure you our maid can take care of such menial things, Daniel."

"I know." Daniel started to feel a little too warm now and moved back a bit from the fireplace.

"Then why ever would you be so insistent about washing your clothes?"

Daniel didn't know how to answer and he couldn't tell him the true reason why. It was impossible not to feel John's eyes on him now. He looked at him and was met with a seductive smile. Daniel was drawn to his eyes that looked deep and searching, like he was trying to read his thoughts. A part of him wondered if he could and he shivered. Before he could speak, John was moving closer. Their lips met, soft at first like a passing caress before it became lush and overpowering. John's skillful tongue gently forced his lips apart and explored his mouth with abandon. He squirmed when John's hand strayed to cup over his groin, the palm rubbing light, but it was enough to make his loins awaken. Daniel's moans were muffled against his exploring tongue, and his hands gripped at John's shirt for something to cling to. It wasn't until John broke the embrace to plant kisses over his neck that Daniel remembered where they were.

"John..," he said, voice cracked with nervous tension and lust. "One of the servants might see us," he pleaded, yet found he could not bring himself to stop the man he had once denied before.

"Do not worry so," John muttered low against his neck, nibbling his skin. His hand was still at play, fingers tracing over the bulge that was trapped in his trousers.

"I fear I am not so adventurous as that," he replied with a shaky breath. His body was far from cold now, every inch of him a warm tingle of sensations.

"They will not enter," he assured him, lips pressed to his ear. His tongue slid snakelike over the lobe slowly. "I regret that I won't be able to control myself after what I saw in the dark of your bedroom last night, Daniel."

"You...saw me?" Daniel's eyes widened when he realized that soft click had not been his imagination after all. "You must think terrible of me!" His face burned as he turned his face away.

"Look at me, Daniel."

"I can't."

"Look at me," he practically purred and gently gripped his chin to force him to comply. "Do not be ashamed."

"How can I not be?" He closed his eyes tight to avoid looking him in the eyes.

"You looked absolutely exquisite." His fingers brushed his cheek. "Please, open your eyes."

Daniel did as he was bid, eyes cracking open, his face still burning with embarrassment. The soft smile and expression John had calmed him and lessened his shame, and it felt almost trance like when John gently moved and slipped behind Daniel, his legs coming around his body as if to cradle him. It's exactly what he did and he urged Daniel to rest his back against his chest for warm support, the both of them facing the fire. Daniel gazed at the flames, shivering like a leaf when he felt his hair being brushed aside, then his lips tracing over his neck. The slow trail of kisses moved along his jawline and his head was eased back for another kiss. Daniel breathed in, hand reaching up to touch the delicate fall of John's hair as they kissed. He felt completely at peace and safe for the first time in years.

"I have a confession," John whispered against his lips. "I was coming to your room last night in hopes of getting into your bed. When I cracked the door open and saw you, I was frozen in place, unable to stop watching."

"For how long?" Daniel asked and swallowed.

"Well, I think I saw most of it." He chuckled and gave him another soft kiss. "I did not want to frighten you, so I decided to go back to my own room." He brushed strands of hair from Daniel's cheek. "Were you thinking about me while you pleasured yourself?"

"Yes." The answer came out so easily this time, his eyes looking straight into John's.

"May I?" he asked, his hand having roamed back to the crotch of his trousers.

Daniel's lips parted, but he could only whimper as John's hand deftly worked the button and zipper open. He didn't resist this time, head falling back against John's shoulder with a gasp as his erection was pulled free. His warm fingers curled around, tracing a vein before he began to stroke him in a deliciously slow motion. The feel of his hand was much more pleasurable than he'd fantasized, his grip just tight enough to keep his arousal heightened without making him climax too quickly. He lost himself in the pleasure, hands gripping at the legs that cradled around his body, barely containing his voice. The fear of knowing one of the servants could walk in at any time was almost like a aphrodisiac, filling him with lewd excitement. God, what was happening to his senses?

John's free arm wrapped around his body, the embrace giving Daniel more support. He was gasping, suppressing his moans as best he could as John stroked his cock faster, only to slow down again, as if teasing his captive. Daniel muttered a soft plea and John chuckled soft against his ear before the wet heat of his tongue played over it, his hand gripping tighter. Daniel rocked his hips, desperate for more, unaware in his lust that he was losing his battle with keeping quiet. He yelped when John twisted a raised nipple through his shirt, and was only saved by his lovers delving tongue as his mouth covered his in a hungry kiss. He could feel the poke of John's hard cock against his lower back and moaned, eager to touch him as he was being touched, but he could not move to do so as he was locked in his arms.

John's mouth stayed locked over his, muffling his growing cries of ecstasy. Daniel was caught in his snare, a willing victim to this seductive sin of flesh. His climax was approaching at a intense pace. John read his body language easy, his hand no longer teasing, but working him vigorously. He felt the first wave of heat in his stomach, his muscles clenching as his hips arched up. His cock throbbed once and he was climaxing, only the deep kiss masking his satisfied cry of release. He felt his limbs spasm with it and he couldn't stop moaning against John's wickedly darting tongue.

Daniel lost track of how long they sat that way. Their kiss had become less of a battle, the tenderness of it more like a slow dance. John's hand lingered, cupped over his spent cock. His limb; his whole body felt limp and weak in the afterglow. Barely getting sleep, working hard all morning and now this sexual release had totally drained him. He panted soft as John finally broke the lingering kiss.

"How do you feel?" John asked with a soft smile.

"I'm not sure I have the words," he whispered.

"I trust you enjoyed it then?" He laughed, his smile reaching his eyes.

"But, what about you? You didn't.."

"Oh, I enjoyed myself. Don't worry about that, Daniel. When I take pleasure in your body, it will be in my bed."

Daniel didn't speak then, gazing at John as he was gently lowered back on the rug. Damn, he felt so light, almost like a drugged feeling, swimming in happiness he had just discovered for the first time. Even when John cleaned him with one of the cotton napkins from the tea tray he couldn't react, only sigh with content. It felt good, but he could hardly keep his eyes open now. John was still smiling; such a beautiful smile at that as he tossed the expensive napkin into the fireplace as if it was merely a piece of paper.

Rest, Daniel. You need it." Lips brushed his one last time before his eyes slipped closed, unable to resist the call of sleep.

AN: Thanks to my two reviewers I have so far. Archie, a good friend. *hugs* to ya. And to SoujiSetaLuver. Thanks for your comment. I agree. I was shocked to see only one story in the category when I went to post my story. That's a shame really, the game is so awesome. I hope you continue to enjoy my story, including those of you who are reading, and hopefully still are. :)
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