Warnings: Set in 1850s, HAU/Historical Romance, M/M sex, angst, a little humor, OOC, varying chapter lengths. Vague, brief references to: underage sex (consensual), het sex, BDSM (mild), Sub/Dom, prostitution. Original characters.
Pairing: 100% S/X (With brief, vague mentions of heterosexual/homosexual relationships with others .)
Ubeta'd All freerange boo, boos are mine and should be left unmolested
Status COMPLETED. Posted daily.
Link to previous chapters HERE
Comments: Comment if you want to, though it would be nice to know someone is reading it and will encourage a sequel.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, everything belongs to someone who is not me. I write for fun not profit.
Additional Warning:This is a LONG, SLOW moving fic. Feelings/relationships develop gradually. Sexual situations happen throughout. I have tried to be historically accurate but I do not profess to be a historian, I have knowingly messed with some dates. At this time Homosexuality carried the Death Penalty, here it is viewed as a mere eccentricity.
Note 1: Although Sunnydale character names have been used they are NOT in their Sunnydale persona's. William Rochester= A version of Spike NOT human William as in BTVS.
Note 2: My heartfelt thanks go out to my dear friend Bmblbee, for pre-reading the story and her encouragement. *Hugs*
Summary: Alexander Harris is orphaned at the age of six. He is sent to live with his wealthy but uncaring aunt Anya Jenkins in Gateshead and his three cruel cousins. Aged eight he is sent away to Lowood School For Boys and endures life there for ten miserable years, eight as a student and two as an assistant teacher. At last aged eighteen he is free to leave and secures employment at Thornfield as Tutor to the bright, temperamental and eccentric Drusilla and meets The Master of Thornfield, the handsome, aloof, passionate, possibly dangerous and mysterious William Rochester.
Rating: NC17 Overall
Rating: NC17 Overall
Love, Love changes everything:
Alex passed the rest of the afternoon pleasantly in Wes's company. When at length it was time for him to begin the lengthy trek back to the school, Wes promised that both he and his sister would be present to see Alex safely off on the coach on Thursday morning.
Alex always found that the walk back to the school seemed depressingly shorter than away from it and was soon returned to the gloomy and foreboding edifice. The inside was dimly lit and strangely silent, considering it housed some forty boys ranging in age from six to seventeen, there was little above the soft murmurs of hushed voices, no running feet or happy laughter. As he closed the heavy wooden door a tall, slender woman paused on the stairs, her dark hair scraped tightly back into a bun, and she regarded him hawkishly. "Ah, you are returned Mr. Harris." Alex looked up. "So it would appear Miss Morgan."
"Mr. Giles has been asking after you and requests your presence in his study upon your return." Alex had been expecting the summons. It was almost a week since his Eighteenth Birthday, and he was well aware his aunt had only paid for his education and board until this event took place, no doubt Mr. Giles wanted to know when he would be gone. He almost smiled, he would have the greatest pleasure in telling him that he would only have to suffer his company one day and two nights more. "Thank you Miss Morgan, I will attend him directly," he assured her. She snorted and gave him a hard look before continuing up the stairs.
Alex straightened his jacket and knocked firmly on the heavy, oak door of Mr. Giles study, there was a moments pause before his knock was gruffly acknowledged. "Enter." Alex entered and closed the door behind him.
Mr. Giles was a man in middle age, still slender and with his brown hair combed straight back. He wore a pair of round, metal framed spectacles, a tweed suit and gold pocket watch. He had what could only be described as a hard, impassive face and Alex could never recall the man smiling or laughing, indeed his mouth seemed set in a solid, straight line. Alex stepped into the room. "You wished to see me Mr Giles?" Giles did not look up from his task at his large desk, but continued to scrape his scratchy pen over the paper. "Sit Mr. Harris." Alex sat in the hard, wooden, straight backed chair set at the desk on the opposite side from the Headmaster.
At length Giles lay down his pen and regarded Alex with stern, watery, blue eyes over the top of his spectacles. "Are you aware of the date Mr. Harris?"
"Indeed Sir, it is Tuesday 9th July in the year of our Lord 1850," Alex replied. "It is indeed, almost ten years to the very day since your kind and generous aunt delivered you into my care, and I collected you from Gateshead, the years have flown, have they not?"
"Not for me, they have dragged by and seemed at times to be a life sentence." Giles made no acknowledgement of Alex's words. "Nevertheless, you have received both education and board as agreed and paid for by your aunt, and you must be grateful that you have such a benevolent and generous relative."
"I am grateful that I was not cast upon the streets, and that I have received what education I have. However it was not out of benevolence or kindness that she sent me here, but rather to get me out of her sight so that she did not have to look upon, nor bother with the orphaned brat of a sister she had disowned. In the two years, I suffered her care, she never spoke more than half a dozen words to me and none were kind. I was six years old when I was orphaned Mr. Giles, lost and bewildered and none of it my own doing."
Giles face darkened. "You are too harsh Sir upon that good lady, and I find you to be ungrateful for the bounty you have received, but you have the ill temper of youth, so I will overlook it. As you know you were to be boarded here until the age of eighteen, when as a young, educated man you were expected to make your own way in the world. "
"And I am glad of it. I plan to be gone early Thursday morning, so you will not be bothered by my ungrateful presence more than a day more." Alex was pleased to notice a flicker in Giles's eyes, obviously news he wasn't expecting.
"Gone? Leave? You misunderstand me Mr. Harris, " Giles lent forward. "I would like you to accept a position as a full teacher here, you have proven an able scholar and in the last two years your teaching has been more than adequate and the boys like and respond to you."
Alex stood. "Thank you Sir, but I have already secured a position as a private tutor and leave to take up my post on Thursday morning. Further it is my dearest wish never to see yourself or this hateful place again."
"Sir!" Giles snapped. "You go too far, I find your manner and words insolent and what treachery to go behind my back and secure employment without my knowledge. I am of a mind to contact your employer and warn him of the scoundrel he has employed."
Alex frowned. "Treachery? In what manner have I been treacherous? What have you or this establishment ever done for me that you were not handsomely paid for? I have worked for two years with only three shillings a month for my salary, I think that I have repaid you more than adequately. " Giles softened his tone. "Let us reconsider and forget harsh words. I am in a position to offer you employment at ten guineas a year and your board and lodging, is that not a most generous offer?"
"I am already employed at more than three times that amount, and if I was not, if I had no employment and nowhere to go, I would not stay here a minute longer than necessary."
"Very well young man!" Giles hissed. "I see I am wasting my time with my generous offer. Your aunt warned me that you were a strange, sullen, ungrateful and devious child, I had hoped your time here had seen some improvement in your personality, I see that it has not. I am Sir, quite frankly relieved to be rid of you. Further you will keep to your room and have no contact with the boys before you leave, I do not want them influenced or upset by your behavior."
Alex faltered, he had hoped to spend the next day talking with and saying farewell to the boys, he opened his mouth to protest but seeing the hard glare in Giles's eyes, remained dumb. "Very well Sir, but the relief to be leaving is mine."
Without a backward glance he exited the study and closed the door. Mr. Giles leaned back in his chair, this was a most unexpected and unwelcome turn of events. "Well, damn me." He muttered.