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.......