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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 19/138

Rating: NC17 Overall

Chapter 19/138

Rating: NC17 Overall

Love, Love changes everything:

Soon after the momentous decision was made the two men said goodnight and Xander went to his room. He sat on the end of his bed his brow deeply furrowed in thought. It had been a confusing night and the truth was Xander had some little trouble making sense of it. On the one hand the belief that Mr Rochester thought so kindly of him as to be concerned with his feelings and comfort filled him with unexpected pleasure, whilst on the other hand it seemed at odds with what Xander believed he knew of the upper classes and their treatment of those employed by them.

William Rochester was a perplexing and complicated man.

He contemplated writing more of his letter but was reluctant do so, what would he say? That Mr Rochester commanded him and then worried lest his feelings were hurt? That he had insisted Xander move from a comfortable and adequate room to one he thought more comfortable and suitable next to his own rooms? That he expressed an interest in Xander's artistic talent and urged him not to hide his light under a bushel? That he claimed superiority only by age and experience not station, breeding and finance and that he urged Xander not to feel inferior to him, when he clearly was? Xander snorted, and what had he meant in his reference to character? And then there was the promise to tell him the provenance of Drusilla, why? It was nothing to do with him, beyond he would confess to being curious. What if Wes thought some or all strange and said so? He was hardly in a position to do anything about it, even if Wes and Fred urged it. And as for blurting out that he found Mr Rochester to be one of the most handsome of men, that was true, but very embarrassing and best forgotten.

And so it was for the first time Xander thought about censoring his letters. Of Mr Rochester he would talk only in general terms, this was not deceiving his dear friends but rather omitting certain particulars that might unnecessarily cause them to worry. His mind made up on this point he decided to write with some prudence and he had ample time to complete the task.

Xander undressed and slipped on his nightshirt and climbed into bed. Then there had been the remark that Mr Rochester found him captivating.....

William lay in bed and curled his toes, he had to confess to feeling pleased with himself. The boy would be moved into the room next door which was altogether more convenient. He had found him to be truthful, disarmingly so when caught off guard by a question and he smiled at the thought that the boy found him handsome. He had ascertained that the boy might be easily commanded if couched in the right terms and was intelligent, if unworldly, and totally oblivious in some matters.

He did not find the boy inferior to himself in most respects except those over which he had no control, namely Birth and through that happenstance station and finance. He judged his character sound, honest, without guile and the boy was undoubtedly kind hearted and by virtue of his association with Drusilla, patient. He possessed an air of innocence and modesty that was not false and had, as far as William was concerned the looks and physique to stop him in his tracks, although he was perhaps a little thin and needed to muscle up. He had surprised himself by admitting he found him 'captivating', were Xander one of his more usual conquests such an admittance might have cost him dear, as it was the boy seemed ignorant of his attractiveness.

His plans were on track and Xander's virtue would be his.

The next morning Xander was most taken aback to find Mrs Summers customary place at the head of the breakfast table was occupied by Mr Rochester with the stout, ornate cane laid against his chair. Mrs Summers sat to the right of The Master, Miss Mclay next to her and Drusilla next to her and Pilot under the table close by . Every now and again Drusilla slipped morsels of food to him. A place for Xander had been laid on Mr Rochester's left. As Xander entered and made his customary salutations to the ladies and Drusilla, Rochester looked up from his plate. "Good morning Mr Harris, I trust you are in good health and slept well?"

"Yes on both counts Sir, may I hope that you passed a good night and are in robust health."

"I slept well and apart from being a little inconvenienced by my ankle I am in good health." Xander nodded and Rochester watched as he helped himself to a little Liver Toast and fruit as was his normal practice. "Will you not try the Mackerel Mr Harris? "It's very good," he urged.

"Thank you Sir, I'm sure it's delicious but I prefer a light breakfast." Xander answered politely.

Rochester shrugged and clearing his plate helped himself to several slices of the mutton and added fried potatoes and omelette. Xander observed that for such a slender man, Mr Rochester seemed to possess a healthy appetite.

"I have acquainted Mrs Summers with the desirability of your shifting accommodation," Rochester paused in eating. "the move will be made this afternoon and will not inconvenience you beyond requiring your presence to move personal items, everything else will be moved by Mrs Summers and Willow."

Mrs Summers cleared her throat and fixed Xander with a steady gaze. "I wonder Mr Harris, that you did not mention sooner that the room was not to your liking." There was a gentle tone of rebuke in her voice.

Xander looked up glancing at Mr Rochester and then looking at Mrs Summers. "I like the room in every particular and am quite comfortable there Mrs Summers." Xander ducked his head, what he said was true, but in placating Mrs Summers would he have offended or vexed Mr Rochester?

She frowned, Mr Rochester put down his cutlery and steeped his fingers, Xander held his breath.

"Now, now Mrs Summers," Rochester smiled. "do not scold poor Mr Harris, he has made neither fault nor complaint." He paused. "It is I who deem the room unsuitable, I know the room well and find it wanting in several particulars. Mr Harris has kindly agreed to humor me and try the room directly beside mine."

Her eyes widened and Xander breathed.
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