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Master Of Thornfield

b>Title:</b> 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 30/138

Rating: NC17 Overall



Chapter 30/138

Rating: NC17 Overall

Love, Love changes everything:

Rochester sat back and watched as Xander slowly sipped the Brandy.

It was the purest of bad luck that the boy had come into his life at this time, plans to bring down Lindsey and O'Conner were at a critical stage and any distraction might cause him to tip his hand too soon and they might yet manage to slip the net. He was jaded by the boys in his life, mostly second sons from good families, their manners and breeding impeccable and just brattish enough to require a firm hand to teach them submission, which he readily supplied. Their wealth meant that any hint of scandal washed over them and their status within their families meant that unlike first sons, they would be unlikely to inherit and so there was little concern over morals or behavior; as long as a veil of respectability was maintained.

Xander was different, he found he had become greatly and quickly enamored. He was attracted to the quiet, gentle and intelligent boy in a way he had seldom felt for anyone else. Yes his heart beat faster and his cock hardened at the thought of the pretty, dark haired boy naked, mewling and squirming under him, but it went deeper than that. In the past Xander's innocence, trust and naivety would have been a challenge to him; he would have made him a project to be educated, corrupted and debauched. It was certainly not that they both wouldn't enjoy it and Xander like those before him, would not suffer unduly, he would see to it that his good name and reputation were unblemished. Sadly it was inevitable that during his association with him, the boy would be changed forever, his trusting nature might be lost and certainly his innocence, gone.

Rochester found that, surprisingly, he didn't want him changed. He would be changed of course, a new level of knowledge and experience would make that unavoidable, he would no longer be so innocent or naive, but it ran through Rochester's mind, that with careful management the change might not be too great.

Xander stirred in him not only passion and lust but also deep feelings of preservation, he would not hurt the boy either physically or emotionally he would nurture, educate and protect him. Xander deserved and would get his full and best attentions, he would slake his passion with the boy's innocence and they would be bound together and he would find some measure of peace at last. The boy was not worldly enough to have learnt the ways of guile, deceit or treachery and despite the fact that he had suffered both physically and emotionally in his young life, he retained a gentle heart, trusting nature and generous spirit, in those ways Rochester counted him better than himself. And although shy and submissive there had to be a rod of iron in his backbone to see him retain such a pleasing disposition. He would be a worthy companion, if not forever then for as long as it suited them both, and God help those who would have it otherwise.

Rochester was drawn from his musings by a quizzical look on Xander's face, he shifted a little. "Forgive me, I drifted off for a moment, you spoke?"

"I asked if your ankle was much improved? I noticed you have abandoned the cane." Rochester nodded. "Yes it is much better, I just get a twinge from it now and again." Xander set the empty glass on the small, round table, his cheeks were flushed and his eyes bright. "I see the Brandy has done the trick." Rochester chuckled.

"Yes William, I am quite restored, thank you."

"You are quite welcome." He sipped his Madeira. "Well now, of what topic shall we converse? There is half an hour or so before bedtime and I'm in a talkative mood."

"Any of your choosing."

William chuckled. "You tempt me Xander," alas the boy did not know the depth and in which ways he tempted him, "I can be quite wicked when the mood takes me." Xander looked confused.

"Have you read much of Byron?"

"Not yet."

William grunted. "You said you enjoyed walking, reading, painting and Daniel had taught you to fish, is there ought else you enjoy in your spare time?"

Xander looked thoughtful. "Not really, I converse with the ladies of an evening sometimes and occasionally listen to Mrs Summers stories of the supernatural or play a hand of cards."

"Do you play sports?"

Xander frowned and looked uncomfortable, they taught nothing of sport at Lowood.

"Cricket, Croquet, Tennis, Battledore, Billiards and so forth," William clarified.

Xander shook his head. "No, not at all."

"Do you shoot, hunt, that kind of thing.?"

Again Xander shook his head. "I have never held a gun."

"Well that shall be remedied," William enthused. "Once the party is over I will teach you how to shoot. There are game birds, water fowl, rabbit, hare and deer in plenty on the estate."

Xander frowned. "I beg your pardon but I don't think I should much care for killing things."

William grunted. "There is a skill to it Xander, many more escape than are killed. Will you not give it a try?" William cajoled.

Xander shook his head a little. "If it does not cause offense, I would rather not."

Rochester nodded and studied the boy. "You have a gentle disposition and I cannot find fault in that. Do you swim or ride?" Xander's face brightened. "I can swim." William smiled. "That is good, in the Summer I often take a dip in the lake, weather permitting. The lake is quite safe." He finished his drink. "May I ask, who taught you?"

"Wesley Pryce." William tensed, that dratted name again. "Indeed, under what circumstance may I ask?"

"In the Summer we occasionally swam in the river that flows through Lowood Town." Xander explained. William clenched his teeth. "Did he also teach you to ride?"

"No William, I've never sat a horse."

"What?" William was taken aback. "Never?"

"Never." Xander confirmed. "There was no instruction at the school and I never really saw the need of it."

Suddenly William understood why his instruction in the lane to get a hold on his horse had been taken so literally. "That shall be corrected at once."

Xander's eyes widened. "I do not think horses like me." Xander stated, William frowned. "What has that to do with it? Horses are noble but stupid creatures, simply master the animal. It doesn't matter if it likes you or not, a firm hand, though not cruel is what is needed."

Xander's eyes widened. "It might throw me off."

William forgot himself and sorted. "If it dares I shall shoot it," he blurted. Xander blinked in astonishment. "I shall not suffer such an ill mannered creature in my stable," he quickly covered.

Xander started a little. "I do not think I have need of riding, I am unlikely to ever own a horse."

William gave a small, wicked smile. "I think you will definitely have need of riding skill." Xander gazed at him. "I often ride the estate and I have no wish to ride with a child and Daniel simply will not do, it would please me to call upon you to occasionally accompany me," he explained. "Do you agree?" Overwhelmed, Xander nodded.

"Good, tomorrow is Drusilla's riding afternoon. We shall speak to Mr Henderson, he has charge of her equestrian instruction and is manager of the Stud. He is a splendid fellow and a very good teacher, he must be, God knows how, but he taught Drusilla to ride. He shall find you a suitable mount and commence your lessons and time permitting, I shall also put you through your paces myself." He rubbed his hands. "Yes?"

Xander nodded dumbly. "Good there is much fun and healthy exercise to be had riding, not to mention in stables." Rochester grinned.
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