naughty_fae (naughty_fae) wrote in bloodclaim,

Master Of Thornfield

Title: Master Of Thornfield (An S/X story. ORIGINAL WRITING with tentative links to the plot of the novel Jane Eyre)
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
Author: Naughty_Fae
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.

Chapter 12/138

Rating: NC17 Overall

Chapter 12/138

Rating: NC17 Overall

Love, Love changes everything:

Xander did as he was bid and went down stairs and summoned Daniel to attend The Master. The young man left his wife in the kitchen and came cheerfully being much concerned with The Master's ailing ankle that must be of great inconvenience to him. Xander said goodnight to him outside Mr Rochester's door and was surprised to realize that his own room was only one away from those occupied by The Master, something not apparent to him before.

Alone in his room Xander had time to reflect on the days tumultuous events. A fire had been set in the fireplace on Mrs Summers instruction and the dying embers glowed behind the safety of the ornate fireguard. Xander changed into his long nightshirt and finding himself disinclined to take to his bed, stirred the fire to life, added a little coal from the scuttle set by the hearth and soon had a small, cheerful blaze. He replaced the guard and went to sit on the cushioned ottoman underneath the window. He looked out over the moonlit trees, hedges, shrubs, flowerbeds and neat, sweeping lawns that led to the lake that winked at him through the trees in the distance. Thornfield's grounds were both beautiful and extensive.

In the warmth of the room Xander sat and let his mind give way to the days perplexing events. His unfortunate meeting with Mr Rochester in the lane and the dreadful accident, to his horror of realizing that the gentleman was his employer and expectation of instant dismissal, to a second meeting which ended with them on first name terms in private. Xander was still uncertain as to the propriety and suitability of that, but having no experience of such matters left it to the judgement of Mr Rochester.

And what of Mr Rochester? What manner of man was he? Xander had judged him in the lane to be rude, arrogant and of uncertain temper, he now dismissed this judgement entirely. No doubt the gentleman had been shocked, distressed by his fall and in some pain, therefore acted out of character. Certainly he was every inch a gentleman, used to issuing orders and having them obeyed. He had the authority and confidence of breeding and station but Xander concluded was not to his mind, arrogant. He had listened to what Xander had to say, exchanged views and been content to differ on several points. He had a peculiarity about him in which Xander found it hard to ascertain whether he spoke in jest or in earnest and that was somewhat disquieting and required that he kept his wits about him. He missed little and took in all, he had a quick mind and Xander was left in no doubt that he was intelligent.

Of his wit, Xander reserved judgement beyond that it seemed somewhat dry, his reference to Xander as his 'would be assassin' was not lost on him. He was certainly a man of shifting moods, moving quickly from one to another without seeming pause or reason, he did not appear to suffer fools gladly nor, Xander suspected, those who would fawn on him or offer insincere flattery or would gain his attention through false modesty. He gave and demanded courtesy. His manner was not unkind but was inclined towards coldness and some detachment. Xander had seen it with Drusilla, to her face he never used her name nor any form of endearment, he seemed pleased by her affection and yet suffered rather than enjoyed it and there was a tone of bitterness in his voice when he spoke of her mother. He seemed dismissive of women generally, he referred to Mrs Summers 'idle chatter' and had been disdainful of the previous Governesses. Xander found little so far that he disliked, though he was sure his employer was not a man to be crossed.

As to appearance, Mr Rochester was by far the most striking man Xander had ever seen. He was difficult to age and Xander suspected he was older than he appeared. In appearance he looked to be in his mid twenties, but from his speech and history as Xander knew it, he put him at thirty or there abouts. He was slender, but not thin by virtue of having a tight, muscled body which Xander could bear testimony to from their encounter in the lane. His hair was honey blond in color, streaked through here and there with sun bleached highlights, inclined to be a little unruly and fell in waves and loose curls to the base of his collar, though not as shaggy as his own and he had sideburns, which Xander did not. His eyes could only be described as a startling, ice blue, very pale and yet not cold, although Xander felt they could chill you to the bone if Mr Rochester so chose. His left eyebrow bore a thin scar, his cheekbones were high and very sharp, his nose straight and in proportion to his face, his lips plump and sensuous. He had a short, close cropped beard and moustache, darker than his hair and his complexion was unfashionably lightly tanned, Xander put this down to time spent abroad in sunny climes.

In short, Xander found him stunningly handsome.

Whilst Xander pondered with a somewhat romantic view on Mr Rochester, his thoughts on Xander were directed to be somewhat more carnal.

The flickering flames from the fire danced on the ceiling of Rochester's bedchamber and sent shadows skittering round the walls. His ankle ached, but that was not kept him from slumber, it was thoughts of Xander. Rochester was by nature a lusty, passionate man, a disposition which in his younger days had caused him to be somewhat inconvenienced. The second son of a cold and distant father and the sibling of a much older, pompous brother he had no prospect of inheriting either his father's title, wealth, lands or property. However his father had arranged a generous trust fund for him which would see him comfortably off, able to live the life of a gentleman, maintaining both home and family in ease and comfort.

As a child he had the affections of a doting nanny, at fourteen a sympathetic Tutor introduced him to the pleasures that might be found in the body of another man, William was an able and enthusiastic pupil. At seventeen he was found to be regularly enjoying carnal pleasures with several house maids and numerous stable boys, however it was an indiscretion with the son of a neighboring farmer saw him happily and by mutual and joyous agreement, promptly sent to London where such behavior was viewed without comment. There he threw himself enthusiastically into a licentious and decadent lifestyle and having no responsibilities traveled extensively and in short, enjoyed life.

William was as drawn to Xander as a moth to a flame, and like that moth he knew he was likely to get burned. Not only was the boy pretty to look at, he was sweet, innocent and a babe in the ways of the world. He was honest and without guile, unspoiled, unlike the society brats with which William normally associated. He was courteous and respectful, but did not fawn or flatter. His youth meant he had difficulty holding his own when pressed, but given a year or two he would. William was jaded by the company of his friends, with Xander he found a breath of fresh air and that he was genuinely interested in his life, what he thought, his occupations and opinions. In short not only did his cock stir to life at the thought of the boy, William actually liked him. The vexing question was, what to do about it?

William wanted the boy and what he wanted he invariably got. Whilst Xander's innocence was intoxicating, it was also inconvenient. Had he been more worldly they might have quickly reached an agreement which suited them both, there again William would not have the mouthwatering prospect of a virgin on his hands. Xander would require careful handling, he would have to be gentled, nurtured and seduced, this would be no quick conquest, nor if William had his way would it soon be over. The boy would not easily relinquish his virtue or his reputation and having charge of both William would set the boy up at Thornfield, they would live there together if not for good, then for as long as it pleased them both. William was disturbed to find Xander awakened not only his loins but also unexpectedly, his protective, possessive instincts.

He had already made his first moves, they were on first name terms in private and the boy was again coming to entertain him in his rooms. That he was sleeping but one room away was maddening and William gave it some thought and decided upon a plan to remedy the situation.
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