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:
Xander followed Mr Rochester toward the dining room, the nearer they got the stronger and headier the spicy, exotic smells. Mrs Summers approached from the other direction with a very sour expression and gave Mr Rochester a hard look as he stood aside to allow her to precede him into the room, he gave an amused smile. Miss Mclay was already settling Drusilla and Miss Edith, who now used Drusilla's old high chair, into their seats. Drusilla looked up. "Papa William, may I have some of the heathen curry?" She asked excitedly. Miss Mclay flushed crimson and Rochester chuckled. "No child, curry is grown up food and not much liked by ladies." Drusilla pouted and Mrs Summers snorted.
"Perhaps when you are older you may try a very little," Rochester conceded with good humor.
They sat down and Xander was amused to note the table was almost divided into two. At the head of the table there were five, large, steaming bowls and servers. One bowl contained white grains that Xander had never seen before and was disconcerted to note looked remarkably like maggots! It was from the other bowls that the spicy and exotic aromas issued. The rest of the table was taken up with the usual fare, an assortment of cold meats, some breaded, some not, brawn, calf's brain, cheese, fruit tarts and blancmange and a tureen of tomato soup. There was a jug of water, another of ale and at the Master's side a decanter of Claret. Drusilla had a large glass of milk. Mr Rochester led the blessing with of course the customary mention of the Queen, after which napkins were opened and nanny served Drusilla and she served Miss Edith and Mrs Summers and eventually Miss Mclay served themselves.
Mr Rochester brought the bowls nearer to himself and Xander, Mrs Summers watched with veiled interest. He pointed out what each bowl contained to Xander, once again warning that the Mutton and Beef were hot and spicy. Xander looked over the strange food with some trepidation, it was certainly beyond anything he had encountered before, but there again since coming to Thornfield he had encountered many new foods. He resolved to steel himself and try at least a little as his Master requested, to refuse would be churlish and might be interpreted as an unwillingness to expand his horizons as his Master put it, and that would never do.
An open and active mind was essential in one who instructed the young.
The Master took a little rice and put it on Xander's plate, when Xander took his fork to try it, Rochester gently tapped his hand away and used his own fork to carry a small amount to Xander's lips. Mrs Summers paused mid chew and she and Miss Mclay exchanged surprised looks. Xander, oblivious to the attention, wrapped his lips around the end of the fork and took the rice, tasted it, said that it was most pleasing and licked his lips.
Rochester's jaw tensed and his eyes darkened noticeably as he imagined those same lips wrapped around his cock or the pretty, pink tongue lapping at the fat, mushroom head, he shifted a little in his seat.
Rochester took a small amount of curry out of one of the bowls and once again carried it on his fork to Xander's lips, it was the Chicken and he was more than gratified when Xander took it from him without hesitation and the same with the Vegetable curry. Had they been alone in his rooms he might have gone on feeding Xander in the same way, but they were not alone and propriety demanded that he be mindful of the female presences, especially the child. As for Xander, the truth was that his mind was so concentrated upon his Master that he had quite forgotten the others were present.
When at length Xander was prompted to venture that he had a liking, at least for the mild curries and rice, Rochester smiled and pushed the bowls at him with the instruction to help himself and he would take the hotter, spicy curries.
Mrs Summers watched the exchange with interest, her talk with The Master had gone some way to allaying her fears, but certainly not all and the display at the table was of some concern. Rochester had acknowledged Xander's youth and lack of worldly experience, his dependence upon good name and character and that he was neither of the class nor disposition of the gentlemen and ladies Rochester was accustomed to be involved with. The Master had assured her that he did not intend to idly trifle with the young man's feelings and that he would damage neither his reputation nor character. As she watched she was aware that in all the times The Master had brought his paramours to Thornfield, including Lord Lindsey, she had never seen such a look on his face or in his eye, or seen him behave in such a solicitous, gentle manner with any of them, as he was with the young Tutor.
She didn't know if to worry more, or less.
Rochester poured himself several glasses of Claret and Xander had half a glass of ale and conversation at the table took a turn toward the afternoon's events. Rochester looked up. "Is Mr Harris's room ready to be occupied Mrs Summers?"
"Indeed Sir, it was opened first thing, the bed made and a good fire lit, it is ready when Mr Harris wishes to make the move," she confirmed.
"Good," Rochester gave a nod and sipped more Claret. "Mr Harris and I will take a look at the room straight after we finish lunch, if the room suits, Mr Harris can move his personal items. You can join us with Willow half an hour or so later and complete the move. Is that agreeable?"
"Quite so Sir."
Xander looked up. "It is not a riding afternoon and I promised Miss Drusilla that we would adjourn lessons to the garden this afternoon, Sir." At mention of he name Drusilla looked up from feeding Miss Edith. Rochester paused a moment. "And so you shall. Miss Mclay, would it greatly inconvenience you to occupy the child for an hour or so whilst Mr Harris is otherwise engaged?"
The nanny blushed a little. "No Sir, not at all. Miss Drusilla and I can search through her old dresses and see what material can be salvaged to make outfits for Miss Edith." Drusilla gave a happy squeal.
Rochester nodded. "There the matter is settled," he gave a small smile at Xander.
Lunch completed, Xander followed Mr Rochester into the marbled hall and toward the sweeping staircase. Xander noted that although Mr Rochester used the cane he walked without a limp and barely lent on it. Abruptly Rochester stopped. "You go ahead Mr. Harris, the room is open for your inspection. I will follow in a moment, I wish to retrieve something from the library." Xander nodded. "Yes Sir." Xander started up the stairs, Rochester watched him for a moment and then made his way to the library.
The door to his new room was ajar and Xander hesitated a moment before pushing it further open and seeing his fresh accommodation for the first time.
He gasped, his eyes widened and his jaw dropped.