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 clutched the handle of the porcelain jug in his right hand, his left he slapped over his mouth stopping the hysterical giggle that threatened to escape. He watched, his eyes growing big and round as another drip formed on Rochester's nose and fell to the ground. The fire out, Rochester had a hard time schooling his face into a serious expression. He held his arms out and to the side, palms upward. "Why? Why Xander?" He swallowed a chuckle. "Wasn't it enough that you tried to break my neck by leaping out in front of my horse ? Are you trying to drown me now?" Rochester was aware that Xander wasn't listening, he was staring fixedly at his chest where the wet, translucent shirt clung to the rippling muscles, Rochester allowed himself a quiet smile.
Abruptly there was an agitated knocking at the door to his rooms, somewhat irritated Rochester turned and walked into the drawing room, leaving Xander rooted to the spot. He opened the door to a frantic Mrs Summers, night cap askew and dressing gown hastily fastened and lamp in hand, she took in the sight of The Master in a soaked shirt and the acrid scent of smoke in the air. "Oh my Lord Sir! Whatever is amiss?" Rochester stood aside and ushered her in. "Be calmed Joyce, all is under control," he soothed. She looked about, scowling a little when she caught sight of Xander and the offending water jug through the bedchamber door.
Rochester followed her gaze and ushered her forward. "My own fault entirely. I opened the window to get a breath of air and left the lamp on the sill. I lay back on the bed for a moment and must have fallen asleep, the wind caught the curtain, toppled the lamp and set the curtain ablaze." He explained, she gasped as she saw the burnt curtain on the floor. "Merciful heavens, you could have been burnt to death Sir!"
"Fortunately Mr Harris was at hand and came to my rescue," he explained. Xander stared.
Mrs Summers looked between them. "How did you come to be soaked Sir?"
Rochester smiled. "Mr Harris got a little over enthusiastic with the water jug."
Joyce blinked and then stirred herself. "Well now, I'll rouse Willow and Daniel and they'll have them curtains down and replaced in and trice Sir, don't you worry." She turned.
"Indeed you will not!" Rochester stopped her. "You will let those good people sleep and return to your own slumbers. It will not harm me to sleep one night without curtains, tomorrow will do and Daniel can touch up the paintwork too."
She nodded. "As you say Sir," she glanced between Rochester and Xander. "shouldn't Mr Harris be returning to his slumbers too?"
Rochester ushered her toward the door. "I'll see he gets back to his room," Rochester smiled, she sniffed. "And you be changing out of that shirt Sir, you'll catch your death." he opened the door and stood aside. "I will, good night to you."
"And to you Sir." Joyce went on her way and Rochester closed the door behind her and turned his attention back to Xander.
Xander hadn't moved a muscle and Rochester looked at him with some concern, it was possible he was slightly shocked. He'd seen it often before when one of the young men had been used a little too harshly. He stood square in front of Xander and once again the young man's eyes became transfixed on his chest. Rochester reached forward and pried Xander's fingers from the handle of the jug. "I think it might be best to put this down," he said gently and carried it to the vanity unit, Xander's eyes tracked him there and back. Rochester gazed at him a moment and thought he'd try a little experiment. "Well now, Mrs Summers is right I'd best rid myself of this wet shirt." In one fluid movement Rochester pulled the garment from his breeches and over his head, Xander's breath hitched. Rochester made an elaborate show of rolling up the shirt and using it to dry off his chest, Xander stood mesmerized watching the play of muscle and the expanse of lightly tanned skin. Done, Rochester tossed the shirt into an empty chair.
Rochester reached forward and took hold of Xander's right hand and placed the palm against his chest and covered it with his own. he was taking a chance, Xander might be horrified, alarmed or afraid at the action, but Rochester felt it worth the risk.
Xander gasped a little and his fingers moved slightly kneading Rochester's skin.
Where the boy's hand touched him, Rochester's skin quivered and burned, he longed to just take Xander into his arms and kiss him breathless, tumble him to the bed and take his innocence but for almost the first time in his life he hesitated. He wanted to, oh dear God how he wanted to. His heart raced, his blood pounded, his temperature rose, every nerve in his body was hyper sensitive and his cock hardened and pressed uncomfortably against his breeches, but it was the wrong time. He had this business with Lindsey to conclude, he was going away for several days when he should be lavishing attention on the boy, bonding with him. To take him and then leave might be interpreted and abandonment, Xander wouldn't understand and might ultimately reject him.
Rochester grimly clenched his teeth and moved back a little.
"Xander," Xander didn't respond, he spoke louder. "Xander!" Xander's eyes dragged up to his face. Rochester reached out and touched his cheek. "You'd best go back to bed," he said huskily. For a moment Xander blinked slowly. The sight of the boy and feel of his hand on him was more than Rochester could bear and he decided to risk all.
He lent forward and put his lips lightly on Xander's, it was barely a kiss, he half expected the boy to pull back, even slap his face, but Xander didn't. His breath stuttered and he pressed forward a little, his heart raced and his pupils dilated and his cock twitched alarmingly under his nightshirt.
Rochester pulled back sharply and took his hand off his chest, though he still held it. One more moment and he'd forget his good intentions, forget Lindsey, forget the infernal party, he'd have Xander and then nothing would pry him from his side. He reluctantly released his hand. "Thank you Xander for coming to my rescue, even if you did try to drown me." Xander opened his mouth to protest and then saw Rochester's grin. "Go now," Rochester gestured toward his room. "it's very late, I'll see you in the morning." Xander nodded and Rochester ushered him to the door. Xander hesitated and then turned. "Goodnight William." Rochester smiled. "Goodight my..........," Rochester hastily corrected himself. "goodnight Xander."
Xander slipped through the door and Rochester closed it. He wandered back to his bedchamber and sat on the bed, his mind raced with thoughts of Xander, damn Lindsey!
He took off his boot and hurled it across the room.