Daniel didn't know when it had started; he only knew that it was getting worse.
At first, Daniel only thought that he was feeling this way because of the acceptance. The protectionthat Alexander provided for him was the only positive thing that the Englishman had experienced for months. The immediate pull towards the older man was instant, and it was strong. The Baron was patient with him; teaching him the ways of the old castle as he showed him around. But it wasn't just Alexander's knowledge that Daniel was attracted to, as he was soon to discover.
Those eyes which followed his every move began to feel like an itch on the Englishman's shoulders. He quickly became hyperaware of his actions because of this. Everything would be scrutinized and judged, and Daniel wanted it to all be for the best! Any mistake that he made—and he made plenty, would earn him that small furrow of pale brows. Such a small expression created a coldness in the pit of Daniel's stomach, and there it would sit for the rest of the day.
Alexander's hands had come in to play soon after he had arrived. When his nightmares had become bad enough to warrant the Baron coming into his room to wake him; those long, elegant fingers had gently brushed the bangs from his sweat-dampened forehead. They had felt cool against his feverish skin, and their texture was surprisingly calloused for someone who was of noble heritage as Alexander claimed he was. Daniel's nightmares were what pressed the Baron to impart upon him the knowledge of how to create wards against the Shadow. Those aged hands would wrap around Daniel's own, guiding them to create patterns with the paint and the knife; so complex that he never would have managed on his own. It lessened the disapproving gazes that he received, which took away the coldness in his stomach.
Alexander was taller than the Englishman, which meant that he had to lean over the back of the younger man in order to guide his hands at times. Daniel began to make up excuses in order to get the Baron to do so, asking as many questions as he could just to hear Alexander's deep voice right up close to his ear, and the older man's body nearly against his own. Daniel knew that it was wrong, and he always felt terribly guilty afterwards. Those hands on his skin, eyes on his actions, voice in his ear, and body just inches from his own quickly became an obsession.
Those four elements were all that his dreams needed in order to become the most delicious of nightmares. While he slept, Daniel could feel Alexander's calloused fingertips sliding over every inch of his sweat-slicked skin. That penetrating gaze would show nothing but appraisal of the Englishman's lithe body, guiding those fingers to examine each imperfection or blemish that they came across. Alexander's voice would command obedience, not a far cry from when the younger man was awake. Only that now, Alexander would say such obscene things, and demand equally sinful acts to match. In those dreams, he would make use of Daniel's body in every way possible.
In his nightmares, the Baron would use the Englishman's own body against him, sexually torture him for hours—or so it felt like it in his dreams. Pain and pleasure were one and the same in twisted little fantasies in which Daniel's body could be absolutely ruined and still wake him up feeling unfulfilled. Sometimes he could even feel phantom aches in parts of his body which had been used so very vigorously in his dreams. Daniel's jaw would ache, and he swore his nether orifice would even feel sore! The dreams came so often now, and became so vivid, that to his great despair the Englishman found himself unable to bring himself any relief at all! No matter how close he might be when he awoke in the middle of the night, erection hard and throbbing in desperate need, his own hand would prove useless. He could stroke himself until his skin was sore, but it was futile! And it wasn't as if he had any time during the day!
If he didn't do something about this soon, his incubus dreams were going to drive him mad.
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There was only so much that one man could take. Nightmares began to blend into his reality. When your every waking moment was spent dealing pain and giving death to others, even the most awfully blissful of his incubus nightmares were heaven to the exhausted Englishman. Perhaps that was why the torture had worked its way in to his dreams. Or was it the other way around?
Daniel's hand was shaking, and each slip of the dagger only made the condemned man scream louder through his gag. He'd painted the lines well enough, but he swore they were moving like snakes across the prisoner's naked skin now! It wasn't his fault! He hadn't slept in days! What naps he had stolen were usually in place of meal times, where he preferred to curl up somewhere brightly lit and dose lightly, waking at even the slightest noise. Reaching up with his free hand to wipe the sweat from his brow, he gave a small sound of dismay when he felt something hot and wet spread over it instead. His bangs clung to the back of his hand as he pulled it away, seeing the blood there. He could remember when the sight of blood made him feel faint, and the sound of screams evoked a deep seeded fear into the pit of his belly. Now, these things were only an annoyance.
"Daniel, you're shaking." Alexander's rich voice spoke up from behind him, sending a spike of panic straight through the Englishman's chest. His heart began to race, and if he thought he had been sweating before, he felt a fresh tingling chill come to remind him. The young man couldn't even answer right away, lips slightly slack and breath shallow, his vision as unsteady as his hands. "Here, let me help you." Those words echoed within his hollow skull, allowing his treacherous mind to recall that very statement from many of his dreams. Before he could say no, there was a hand around his own. Those long fingers were cool against Daniel's feverish skin, strong and firm as they forced his own to close around the dagger's hilt. Alexander gave a quiet sound, one that vibrated up from his throat the way a growl might; displeasure. It made Daniel's heart skip a beat, and yet his fear was inseparably tainted with anticipation. "You've gotten sloppy."
"I'm sorry." Daniel's voice trembled in his throat.
"Nonsense," Alexander countered, like Daniel's kinder dreams, and the Englishman's knees felt like water. The Baron guided his hand down the next painted line, filling the room with the man's muffled screams anew. "You just have to focus." No, this wasn't what he wanted! He didn't crave work, he craved pleasure. Sometimes, if he tried hard enough, focused, Daniel could change the course of his dreams. That was the only thought in his mind as he pressed back against the Baron's taller body, feeling his own damp clothes press against Alexander's cooler, clean ones. "Easy now," Alexander chided, and he felt the older man's body tense in order to make up for that extra weight. Did he think that Daniel was feeling faint? "A little more. Focus." Heedless of Daniel's unkempt hair, Alexander leaned in close to his ear to speak, made easier by their shifted position. Daniel was practically bent over the altar that the prisoner was restrained to!
"I am!" Daniel gripped the knife, watching as Alexander's steady hand guided his own to finish off the hardest part of the design that he had painted, cutting through those painted lines to spill hot, sticky rivers of blood.
"Good," Alexander spoke into his ear. "Now finish it." Daniel felt his breath catch in his throat, and his knees buckled again. The Baron released the knife, but Daniel dropped it to the ground, reaching back to grasp Alexander's wrist before the older man could finish pulling it away.
"Don't go." The Englishman whispered, though his grip on Alexander's wrist was weak at best. Alexander only gave another quiet sound of disapproval, and with one quick twist of his wrist he was free.
"Collect yourself, Daniel. Go and wash up for dinner; I'll finish things here." The Baron stated as he took a few steps back. Daniel stood on slightly unsteady legs, turning to the older man with a strained expression. Meeting those hard eyes and seeing the stern line of Alexander's thin lips stole all of his courage however, and he only nodded meekly, gathering himself up to head for a bath.
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The water was hot, but Daniel had sunk right down into it gratefully. It burned enough to nearly scald his blood and sweat tainted skin, but he cared little about that right now. More worrisome was how his body had been reacting during a ritual that was gruesome and sinful enough without his sexual deviancy added to it! He hoped, no, prayed that Alexander hadn't noticed. He wanted the Baron, yes, but what if the older man threw him out? Daniel was here to save his own life, and that was all! Oh, what had he been thinking? It wasn't as if he hadn't considered every other option. That this was all some twisted idea that his nightmares had put into his exhausted mind or that Alexander was simply the closest man around. The latter was even more troubling than the first thought, however, because it would mean that Daniel really was that pathetically desperate for sex, no matter the partner.
In his efforts to relieve himself of that fear, he had only made things worse in the end. In watching Alexander closely, examining every move and taking note of each thing that he admired about the older man, the Englishman had merely succeeded in adding kindling to the flame. Alexander was a man of vast knowledge about all things, from alchemy to what could only be called a black magic! Daniel had been on the verge of insanity when he came to Brennenburg, but Alexander had put a stop to that. The calm and collected Baron, the man who had shown him all the castle's secrets and explained to the Englishman what their gruesome task would be in order to set things right.
The water sloshed within the bath as Daniel sat up now, running his fingers through his wet hair. It had taken a bit of time, but he was sure he'd gotten the last of the blood out of it. The water was a strange color of pink, like diluted wine, rippling with his movement and distorting the image of his face into that of an unrecognizable monster. Giving one last grunt of irritation, Daniel set his hands on the sides of the bath, standing swiftly. Water sloshed again, a bit of it splashing out as he stepped over the side. Rivulets of water tickled as they raced over his skin to obey the call of gravity, and droplets went flying as he reached out for the towel. No sooner than he had closed his fingers around the dry fabric than the door opened, and in the space of a second the Englishman forgot all about his inner turmoil.
Forgot it for about another second, that was, for the man standing in the threshold was none other than the man of his dreams and nightmares both. Alexander's expression was completely neutral, those amber eyes catching sight of the Englishman going for his towel and making no move to either step in or leave. Daniel clutched the towel in his hand, pulling in a swift breath that wasn't quite a gasp, standing quickly to cover the front of his waist with it. Only then did Alexander speak, and his voice even seemed a little amused. "My apologies, I thought you would be finished by now."
"H-has it been long?" Daniel's voice was strained, a bit choked. He could feel the water from his hair dripping onto his shoulders to create more rivers racing down his chest and back. It was cold as ice now that he was out of that warm bath!
"Nearly an hour." Alexander confirmed, and Daniel was forced to turn his eyes away when the Baron's gaze seemed to sweep across his barely covered body. The Englishman felt his skin prickling with goose bumps, every hair standing on end. "Dinner is ready. I will expect you down within the next 10 minutes."
"I… I think I might rather get some sleep, a-actually." Daniel was saying before he even knew it, feeling his stomach twisting into knots. The rest of him was cold, but his face and ears were red hot! He'd begun to shiver now, fumbling a little to at least wrap the towel around his waist. His entire body jolted when Alexander stepped forward, and he jerked his gaze back towards the Baron as he stood up straight. Not that it did him much good, as the older man was still taller! "A-A-Alexander?" He prayed that the tremble in his voice could pass for his shivering from the cold. But the Baron didn't answer right away, coming to stop mere inches from the Englishman's wet body and reaching out to touch those calloused fingertips to Daniel's side.
"Hmmm…" Alexander trailed those fingertips up from Daniel's waist to his ribs, and over each and every bump that he could reach. The Englishman squirmed slightly, his breath growing short, nearly feeling faint by this point. He was afraid to move, fearful that he might wake and find himself still in the bath! But this was all too real, wasn't it? He gave a sigh as the Baron's fingers slid back down, stopping at the towel now low on Daniel's hips. "You've lost weight." The sudden change of direction for his mind was enough to make the younger man blink.
"Have I?" Daniel questioned numbly, not caring in the least just how much he weighed! Alexander was frowning however, and he pulled his hand away. Heart jumping up into his throat, the Englishman suddenly realized that he had been rejected. His arms crossed over his chest, gaze dropping to the floor, throat too tight to speak.
"You will come down to dinner." Alexander's voice was firm, and Daniel was nodding before he could fully register what had been said. The Baron was turning on his heel in the next moment, and Daniel glanced up in time to see him leave the way he had come, closing the door behind him. Covering his mouth with one hand, the Englishman attempted to take several deep breaths through his nose, fighting the urge to get sick. His body couldn't take this stress! He knew that Alexander was right. He had lost several pounds even since arriving at Brennenburg. When you spent your day torturing men and women down in bowels of this very castle, what appetite could he have?
I can't go on like this. This is a trial, a war on my body and mind. I won't allow myself to go mad like this! I'll do what I have to in order to even things out for as long as possible. Even if it means that I must debase myself for it. I'm sorry, Alexander, but it seems I'll have to insist you do me one more 'favor'!
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Against all odds, Daniel made it through dinner. It took two and a half glasses of wine just to calm his nerves enough to respond to the questions that he was being asked. More difficult still were the orders he was being given. He felt not unlike a child being told when to eat, when to sleep, and when to do his 'work'. Still the Englishman nodded his head obediently, agreeing to all of Alexander's terms. The Baron had given him something that no one else had yet managed to; hope. Though the rituals were nothing at all like Daniel had imagined they would be, he was alive! And so was Alexander, unlike the wake of death that Daniel had left behind him thus far.
Something new happened at dinner that night; something that made Daniel second guess what he thought had been a clear rejection earlier. The Englishman had been feeling ashamed, and so he couldn't meet Alexander's gaze at first. But between nodding and giving soft answers, he had noticed it. Those amber eyes were back on him, searching him even more than ever before. Daniel began to sweat under his collar, sitting up straight and becoming hyperaware of his every movement once again. Yes, this was how he would do it! How foolish; he should have done this all along instead of fighting it! If he made Alexander want him, then Daniel didn't have to embarrass himself!
The Englishman found a small smile forming on his lips, and Alexander seemed curious about it. When questioned, Daniel only confessed to feeling better now that he had eaten, and thanked the Baron for his concern. He drank slowly, licked his lips each chance he got, and worked up the courage to meet Alexander's gaze again. And even though it made his heart race fast enough to make his chest ache, he even let his own eyes wander over the older man's clothed body while he was being watched! It felt… vulgar somehow, even something as trivial as that! But if you looked at a woman like that, it would be improper wouldn't it? 'Undressing someone with your eyes', wasn't it?
When Daniel had eaten his fill, he was a little dismayed to see that it was only about half of the portion that he had been given. His body protested any more than he'd already had, and he didn't want to chance getting sick, so he settled for distracting the Baron with a bit of conversation instead. Clearing his throat, he smiled as he poked around his plate with his fork, both actions a nervous habit. "Thank you for earlier. I hope you can forgive my mistake. I was very tired, and,"
"Don't mention it." Alexander remarked casually, taking another slow sip from his glass of wine. The glass began to lower again, pausing midway as those amber eyes shifted to the Englishman. "Have you been drinking laudanum again?" To this question Daniel's expression changed slightly, and his nervous smile only grew a little.
"O-of course not. You told me that I needed to cut down. But… it's hard."
"Run out of it too fast and you're going to feel very sick. We don't have time for you to be bedridden, so I suggest you do as I say." Alexander chided, and Daniel swallowed, suddenly feeling very much like a scolded schoolboy. Upset that the conversation had turned out for the worse, the younger man glanced back down to his plate.
"I understand." Daniel responded, frowning now. "It's already been three days since my last vial. I'll drink another tonight, and that will leave me with five." This wasn't good at all! Somehow the mood had gone the complete opposite direction! Swallowing hard, Daniel lifted his gaze just as Alexander opened his mouth to speak. The Englishman was quicker. "Do I look so terrible?" The Baron seemed to startle slightly, that neutral expression shifting into puzzlement for just a moment. "When you… saw me earlier, you remarked that I was thinner," Daniel followed up, "So I wondered if I really look that bad." Alexander's brows drew close together as he lifted his glass again, though he didn't drink. He held it there as if it was a shield between them, hesitating to answer.
"You do not look terrible. A little underweight perhaps, but as long as we keep you fed it will be nothing to worry about." Alexander nearly murmured, directing his attention back to the wine that he was twirling lazily in his glass. Daniel felt his heart pick up a little, rather pleased with himself for turning the conversation over again.
"Thank you." Daniel said quietly, feeling a little flattered. At least his body was acceptable the way that it was! Alexander seemed a little confused over why he had been thanked for that, but he gave a slight nod of his head none the less. "If I may, how long have you been alone in,"
"You should probably head to bed, Daniel. We have an early morning ahead of us." Alexander's voice cut in firmly, and Daniel was shocked into silence for the span of a few quick heartbeats. Finally he swallowed, setting his fork down with a quiet clink of the silver against the china. Scooting his chair out as he stood up, his face was burning with what he felt was the second rejection of the day. Unable to manage even a prompt 'goodnight' with his throat as tight as it was at the moment; Daniel simply gave a small bow of his head before he hurried out of the dining room.
Once the Englishman had returned to the large guestroom, he undressed quickly. Throwing on his knee-length nightgown and heading for the bed, he couldn't shake the terrible feeling that had come over him. How could he be so inept at this? Not that he was particularly skilled to begin with, but Daniel had always considered himself a clever man. Holding a conversation and dropping hints here and there was usually enough to give away your intent, as well as get a reaction from the target of your… your attention! It was how things were done, wasn't it? It wasn't as if he was a woman, who could flash a bit of breast or bat their long lashes, causing men to fawn all over them.
No sooner than the Englishman had gotten himself all wrapped up in his blankets, he felt as if he was suffocating in them. Giving a groan of frustration, he felt the nightmares were coming on already, and he hadn't even fall asleep yet! The scene from earlier was back into his mind, only it wasn't quite as he remembered it. Instead of pulling away, Alexander had held Daniel tight, pressed his hips right against that altar! Even as the prisoner lay bleeding out, the merciless Baron had simply yanked down Daniel's pants and… Blue-green eyes opened to stare up at the ceiling in mournful longing.
This wasn't working at all! Daniel sat up swiftly, pulling the sheets from his body and moving to the edge of the bed. If he couldn't get what he wanted, the least that he could do was get some sleep! This blurry space between reality and nightmares needed to end sooner rather than later. Opening his wardrobe door, he reached in for his old bag. Shifting through it, he found what he was looking for. The little glass vial would offer him a temporary release; hopefully enough for him fall deeply asleep! With the wine he'd already had, it was sure to kick in quickly! Opening the top, Daniel raised the vial and rest the cold glass against his lower lip, tilting his head back and drinking down the bitter contents.
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Daniel had no concept of what time had passed between the time that he had closed his eyes and when he next opened them. His room was still dark, the candle that he'd left burning still glowing brightly. Other than the candle, the pitch black outside his window told him the night was still young, which was… strange. He could vaguely remember drifting off to sleep, but he couldn't recall any dreams. It was as if the rest he had longed for had finally come over him, and yet, here he was staring up at the blurry sight of the cloth over the top of his canopy bed.
"No…" Daniel groaned in anguish, hands rising to tangle long fingers into his hair. "Rest, I wanted rest!" He complained to no one at all, giving an indignant tug of his hair, just enough to cause his scalp to sting. But it was too hot underneath the blankets now, and so he kicked those off as quickly as he could. It wasn't just hot, his heart was racing and his breath felt a little short. Moving over to the side of the bed once more, the Englishman nearly stumbled as he attempted to stand, catching himself on the side of the bed. Picking himself up again, he managed to walk back over to his wardrobe. This time things spilled from his bag as he took a hold of it, reaching in to find another vial of laudanum. One more ought to do it, right? He was so close! Pulling off the top, he drank the second vial.
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The floor was cold against his back as he lay there, some twenty minutes later. Daniel thought to just lie still until the miracle cure kicked in, but he was starting to shiver. His skin was hot to the touch, and so the air around him was becoming increasingly chilly. Not even that unpleasant sensation could shake him at the moment however, for he had gotten what he wished for. Not sleep, but relief! His chest felt light as a feather, so light that he scarcely needed to breathe! He'd begun to think about earlier, and what exactly had gone wrong. The Englishman chuckled at himself, and how awkward that he'd been behaving towards the Baron.
Alexander was a man, wasn't he? And though he hadn't answered Daniel's question earlier about how long that he had been alone, he was sure it had been quite a while! The way that the older man had handled him up until now, and how he had watched the Englishman… Daniel had been desired all along! It was Alexander sending him those dreams, he was almost certain. The Baron was such a master of all things, surely he held it in his dominion somewhere, the ability to send dreams like that! At any other time, the Englishman would have laughed at such a farfetched idea, but under the haze of laudanum and wine, he was convinced.
Slowly, Daniel pushed himself into a sitting position. Slower still, he grabbed a hold of the wardrobe to pull himself to stand. Though slightly unsteady he could still walk, and that was all he needed. Grabbing the candle from his nightstand, he left his room. The stone castle floors were cold as ice, but he could barely register that right now. He was too excited, too eager for what he had planned. Euphoria had hit him in full, and nothing could kill his confidence at the moment! Finally he reached the door that he had been searching for, wrapping his fingers around the cold handle and giving it a twist.
It opened with a creak of hinges to alert the study's only occupant of the intrusion on his solitude. Stepping one foot inside, Daniel let the candle lead as he peeked in. The fire in the hearth was burning strong, as if a log or two had just been added to kindle it. It lit the small study quite well, revealing the shelves of books and the desk against the far wall, along with the two chairs positioned to half-face the fireplace near the window. It was there that his target sat, and they spotted one another. Daniel stepped inside swiftly, closing the door behind him and swallowing hard.
Alexander's amber eyes were alive with the light of the fire, and it struck something deep within the Englishman, like a poker to his own desire. Though the Baron's stern expression might have seemed frightening to a less confident Daniel, the Englishman felt nothing but anticipation. After all in his dreams that expression usually led to something good! "Daniel?" Alexander's rich voice was music to his ears, and the younger man set the candle onto a nearby table, reaching down to clench his fingers into his knee-length nightgown.
"Alexander." Daniel replied as if in equal greeting as he slowly approached the Baron. The Englishman's fingers continued to move in a slow crawling motion, hiking up the end of his nightgown by about an inch for each step that he took.
"Are you well?" Alexander questioned, one pale eyebrow raised into a high arch. But Daniel caught the Baron's gaze dropping down, settling on the pale thighs which were now almost completely bare. The firelight cast subtle shadows across that smooth flesh, practically glistening due to the light sheen of sweat that covered Daniel's skin. The nightgown clung to his chest and side as well, and one shoulder looked ready to slip off at any moment. The Englishman's shoulder-length brown hair was mussed from his tossing and turning, and his face was flushed, though his eyes seemed a little hazy.
"I'm hot." Daniel explained as he came to a stop directly in front of the Baron, nightgown now obscenely high on his thighs. The light from the fire now shone from behind the Englishman, penetrating that flimsy white shirt to show a perfect silhouette through it. Daniel was a bit thinner than he had been when he first arrived at Brennenburg, but the young man was far from unattractive. Only then did Alexander raise his gaze back to Daniel's face.
"Then I think perhaps you should lay dow—Daniel!?" Alexander's voice pitched just as Daniel moved, spreading his thighs as he let himself fall forward, sliding his knees on either side of the Baron's legs to straddle them. He rest his bare backside down on those smooth trousers, letting go of his nightgown to reach for Alexander's shoulders. Curling his fingers into the Baron's white shirt, Daniel's voice came out between a whisper and a whine.
"Please don't make me wait any longer!" Daniel would give a small grunt next, as Alexander's own hands pressed on the Englishman's shoulders.
"Stop this Daniel; you've been drinking."
"So? I-it was only a little. I drank a bottle like I said I would; to sleep. But instead, I thought I would finish what we started." Releasing the older man's shoulders, he took up one of the Baron's wrists instead. Before the other man could properly react, Daniel took two fingers in between his damp lips. His tongue delved between them, licking lightly before he gave a hard suck and a small groan. Alexander's face went red, the first time that Daniel had seen such a color on the stern older man! But the baron yanked his hand back, leaving Daniel's mouth feeling very empty.
"You've taken this far enough, Daniel. There is nothing to finish here. Go to your room." Alexander ordered. Any other time, Daniel would have cringed and obeyed such a tone immediately! But now he only smiled, giving his head a small shake as he pressed his hips in closer, hissing as his sensitive and half-hard member brushed against the front of Alexander's trousers.
"I'm not a child, so stop treating me like one! I know what I'm asking, and I know what I want!" Daniel's breath was growing shorter, and he was shuddering now and then, as if his lungs were fluttering from within his chest. His slender fingers reached up to run through the baron's long white hair, smiling at the cool and silky feel of it. His wrists were grabbed roughly, but the pleased little groan that Daniel gave was enough to shock Alexander into stillness for another moment. "What if I told you I let Herbert fuck me?" Daniel asked quickly. Alexander frowned, curling one lip as if in distaste.
"What?"
"And if I told you there were others? Would you feel better then?" Daniel's voice was hopeful, his smile small, but his eyes excited. "I told you, I know what I want. You're exactly what I want, Alexander. Please, please fuck me. I need it so badly," Daniel gave a grind of his hips against the Baron's, though his breath hitched this time, and he gave a small cough. Alexander's own lips were parted now, his breath a little heavier as well. "Please Alexander. If you don't take me, I fear I'll go mad!" Daniel whined, toes curling as he ground his hips again. This time he swore he felt something pressing back, and his heart was pounding like a caged bird against his ribs. He felt lightheaded, dizzy even. "I know… you want me. You've, ooh, you've watched me!"
"I've been concerned." Alexander growled through gritted teeth, though his breath was nearly hissing between them now. His grip on Daniel's wrists was painfully tight, but he wasn't stopping those slowly gyrating hips.
"Well stop it! You've helped me in every other way; it's the last I ask of you. Please, use me. It's the only way I can pay you back. Give us both what we need, what we deserve." Daniel leaned in close, his breath hot and humid as it mingled with the Baron's own. Alexander's breath smelled of sweet wine, and as Daniel licked his own lips, his tongue managed to swipe the older man's as well. That was all it took for Alexander's dam to break, and he released Daniel's wrists to wrap his arms around that thin waist and pull him up flush against his chest.
Their kiss was almost painfully hard, and Daniel groaned into it with all of his heart. Alexander tasted just like his breath, though the taste of wine was bitterer than the scent. That was how it was; what you wanted was never quite as good as what you got. Their tongues slid against one another's slickly, pushing, wrestling for dominance over the kiss. However Daniel felt his awareness slipping, and his heart was leaping furiously in his chest. As if sensing the Englishman's stress to breathe, Alexander broke the kiss, though his lips went right for Daniel's neck. The sting was so powerful that it gave Daniel a shock, and he cried out as he was bitten. He was quite sure that could have drawn blood, but a shudder of pleasure was following within moments as he felt a warm tongue bathing the marks left behind.
Daniel felt himself grow a little heavier, and he clenched his fingers into Alexander's shirt as not to fall. It was only then that the Baron would stop, pulling back to give the Englishman a questioning glance. Daniel tried to focus again, but his vision had gone blurry. He didn't realize how shallow that his breath had grown, and now that he did he realized he couldn't breathe at all! Daniel prayed that he was dreaming, that he hadn't really just ruined his only chance, but there was no doubt that the voice calling his name and asking questions was a dream, was there? That had never happened in his dreams. He felt the hot tears streak down over his cheeks as he closed his eyes, and he couldn't feel the Baron's shirt between his fingers any longer.