Kiss Me, Please

Kiss me please:
Prologue to a history of Ichabod and the Horseman
by AbyssLox
(AKA Alex Robles Corzo)

He was already inside, it was too late... ..¨ I can feel it, my beautiful boy, I feel you, your heat, your body, is beautiful ¨...How would any human be able to resist?..Crane only panted and groaned in answer..Pleasure....pain, everything in a single and beautiful sensation, The meaning of the word ¨ pleasure ¨ had been hidden for Ichabod up to now..beautiful....

He could also feel the mercenary inside of him, moving, at the beginning careful, then quickly, groaning, rubbing his body against his, colliding against him, demanding him in body and soul, making both one, for the first time since his death the Hessian felt alive, And he was taking his body, it felt so good, in spite of the pain, beautiful, too beautiful it was, Ichabod feared that it was a dream, only that and nothing else..... But it was so real, so beautiful, he could feel the body of the Hesian, his quick breathing, his desire.

Pushing into his body, touching it, each part of his body, each member, each sensitive spot, he could even feel his pulse, his kisses on his chest and his face, in his mouth, also on that most sensitive member, it was so pleasant......

It was then that the mercenary lost control and he began to push abruptly inside his body, desirous of feeling it in his entirety, Ichabod pushed his hips provocatively up, kissing the pale skin, groaning and crying, opened up in pleasure, wanting more and more of him, the Hessian extended totally over him, rubbing their bodies again, warmer and warmer, almost afire, burning for the desire sensation, needing, needing to be one alone, of uniting in love, of having the beautiful boy, Ichabod as wll wanting the Hessian inside him..

The Little One wrapped his legs around the Hessian Horseman´s waist, and waited for it to happen, that which he has wanted, after so many caresses and kisses, he finally feels it coming, while the swollen member of the hessian thrusts inside him, Ichabod closes his eyes, and he screams when it comes, an electric impulse ran through all his body and in ecstasy he reached the final culmination, the orgasm, then Ichabod's scream seemed to be eternal, the Hessian also groans and he pants when he feels it come..... Delicious, and he is his, the Little one he is exquisite, pleasure....

¨ I can also feel it Hessian, I Can Feel YOU in my body, your desire, your pleasure, I think that....I just...I LOVE YOU¨........br>


Chapter one: the beginning....

In the beginning, it had been so confused, only a dream among memories, anything but..... now it began to take form, that whole pleasure, that whole pain defined in a word / Love /.....

¨ Love? ¨ / / Yes Hessian, Love / /....

¨ But... Beautiful Boy...you don't belong here, you are free, a creature of peace and light...I cannot confine you to the darkness ¨...... ¨ If I Touch you Again...I would never allow you to go..... ¨

/ / You have maybe forgotten, Warrior, I came to you, I looked for the comfort in your arms and it was me who stole each tear from your eyes... / /

¨ How could I allow it? , I felt guilty, and I didn't want to admit it ¨

/ / Are you the monster that everybody says? Will you leave me alone again, I came to you, remember that, you took me, in body, soul, and mind....Why do you want to leave me now?!

The Hessian felt something stir in his black soul.... It felt awful, and it hurt, it hurt more that his death,

It hurt more than the bloody battles, it hurt more than the bleeding from the open wound..

/ / Is it true? ..... You only wanted me for your own momentary pleasure / /

¨.........I....I dont... ..¨

/ / It is True....... I should have seen it coming.... I never meant anything to anybody..Why would it be different now?..... / /

¨....Little One..I... .¨

The words were cut off by the silent tears in Ichabod's eyes.......

/ /Let me go..... / /

The Hessian knew too well that without this beautiful boy his life and death would have meant nothing..... absolutely nothing....

But at the same time he knew that keeping this living human here would only cause him suffering...... The decision was made.....

Slowly, the roots of the gnarled and bleeding tree opened up to clear the way to freedom for a warm body.......

¨ You´re free, Leave me, even now, remember that I didn't stop you... .¨

The boy looked into the face of the spectre with those wide, dark eyes, which didn't hide anything, and the Horseman almost stopped him to love him one more time...... but not, He should maintain control, the boy wanted it this way , it would BE this way......

Ichabod looked at the floor, before turning his back to the dead Horseman, who only looked at him with those blue eyes, cold as a night of infernal winter.....

Before leaving, however, the boy looked at the ghost.

/ / I really loved you..................../ / and saying this prepared to leave when a cold hand covered with thick leather stopped him..... and a voice, soothing, but at the same time firm it resounded in his ears.......

¨ Wait...... You can´t cross the Portal.... you will die if you try it... ..¨

Then..... the Hessian mounted a steed as black as the night that seemed to rise from the dark shadows.......

/ /Daredevil.... / / Ichabod said in a soft voice.... remembering Van Tassell´s history lesson......

The Horseman Took Ichabod and held him tight against his chest, wrapping the torn cape around his body....

Then.. .he growled...and the horse ran into the portal.......

Amongst a bubbling of blood, and the screams of souls in pain..Daredevil emerged into the Real World.... Ichabod trembled paralyzed with horror, the first time that he had entered the tree he had been sleeping.........Nothing like this.....

¨ Shhh ¨ whispered the horseman caressing his tangled hair....comforting him...... Then the Hessian lifted Ichabod carefully off the black horse.........

Ichabod only looked at him in respectful silence, he looked away and turned to leave.....

¨ Little One ...¨ The Hessian said...and Ichabod froze....

¨ I really loved you too... ..¨

Ichabod sighed painfully and without saying a word or even looking at the horseman, he continued his path.....


Chapter 2: Lost Forever......

He had lost him........the Hessian had lost the only thing that really woke in him an interest to exist, the only sense that his awful death had made........ and now....alone, and with a weary soul ....the only thing that was could do was to Dream....to dream of the beautiful boy's return, to dream of his face, to dream of his skin.......And to cry bitterly....

He could not bear any more the pain of losing him .....The Horseman wanted to kill..He wanted to retaliate.....He wanted to take the life of somebody to calm his pain, he wanted to see Blood......

but he knew that if he went in this poor condition......his emotions would make him weak in battle,....... so..with the faint sound of broken bones, a bubbling of blood and a pained groan...... The Headless Horseman returned to his home......the Western Woods.......