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:
Rochester grit his teeth and attempted not to laugh at Xander's wide eyed, horrified expression, he went from ashen white to pink cheeked in a matter of moments. It didn't help that Mr. Henderson insisted on informing him that it was done when they were young, and although there was a righteous amount of blood, the pain was minimal.
Xander felt ill.
Rochester's face took on a look of concern, and he took Xander's elbow and steered him to a bale of hay and bid him sit down. Mr. Henderson followed.
"I'm afraid Mr. Harris is not familiar with country ways." Rochester explained, Henderson nodded. Rochester addressed Xander. "It's not done out of cruelty. Stallions have at best uncertain tempers and at worst they are downright dangerous and not easily managed," Henderson grunted in agreement. "geldings make much better work and riding horses," Rochester concluded. Xander nodded dumbly.
Drusilla and her nanny appeared in the yard, the little girl clutched Miss Edith dressed in a riding habit mirroring her own, even to the smart, riding bonnet. Drusilla handed the doll to Finn, who set about securing it to the saddle of the fat Shetland pony. Henderson and Rochester stepped towards her, Mr. Henderson removed his hat, Drusilla nodded at him. "Good afternoon Mr. Henderson, I trust you and your family are well?" Xander was again struck by how like a small adult she looked and behaved. "We're in good health Miss Drusilla, thank you for asking," Henderson nodded. " how's yourself and Miss Edith?" His eye twitched.
"We are quite well, thank you and looking forward to our hack." Drusilla inclined her head. She spied Mr. Rochester, squealed and bounced up and down. "Papa William, you came to see me ride?" She asked excitedly and Xander was at once reminded that she was indeed, only eight years old. Rochester glanced at Xander and Henderson and then nodded. "Yes child I want to see how you sit your pony."
Drusilla stood on the mounting block, Finn held Bucket's head, and she gracefully took to the saddle, adjusting her skirts and taking up the reins. She gave the pony the command to 'walk on' and tapped it's shoulder with her long riding whip, and they walked around the yard in a large circle for Rochester's inspection. Her Guardian looked serious as he watched. "Shoulder's back child, you are not a sack of potatoes," he instructed. "shorten your reins, keep his head up."
Xander moved beside him. "I think she rides very well." Rochester glanced at him. "She does," he whispered. "would not do for her to know that though." Rochester smiled.
Henderson caught up his cob and swung into the saddle. "Shall I bring the horse with me when I come next Tuesday, Sir?"
Rochester nodded. "Do that Jacob and Mr. Harris and I will look at him, I'll be back from The Hall by then."
Henderson tipped his hat. "Very well, good day to you Sir." Rochester nodded. Finn fixed a leading rein to Bucket's bridle and handed it to Mr. Henderson, and did the same to Mr. Tubby handing it to Drusilla and the three trooped out of the yard, Henderson leading, Drusilla behind and Miss Edith rocking and swaying at the rear.
Finn melted from sight and the yard was still and empty, Miss Mclay having drifted off as they watched Drusilla. Rochester turned to Xander an amused look on his face. "Have you quite recovered from your little nature lesson?" Xander blushed and shuffled a little. Rochester smiled. "Would you like to give Midnight another carrot?" Xander nodded his head, a pleased look on his face. Rochester manoeuvred him into the same position as before and slipped his arm around his waist, this time to his delight Xander didn't tense. He placed the carrot in Xander's flat palm and held his hand out to the horse, Rochester's warm breath puffed against Xander's ear, and he lent back a little against the muscled chest. The horse nibbled at the carrot and Xander smiled. "Next time you go into Millcote," Rochester purred. "call in the gents outfitter's and get yourself two pairs of riding breeches, a hacking jacket and a pair of riding boots and charge them to my account."
Xander twisted around. "Sir, I cannot!" Rochester loosened his grip allowing Xander to face him, they were so close their chests almost touched, he frowned. "And pray why ever not?"
"Sir, I cannot let you buy my clothes!" Rochester gave a long-suffering sigh. "Did you ask to learn to ride?" Xander shook his head. "And I don't much think you are too taken with the idea?" Xander opened his mouth to protest, Rochester raised an eyebrow. "The fact is you are learning to oblige me, left to yourself I would wager you would not bother." Xander ducked his head. "Therefore, any expense involved is mine to shoulder."
"But Sir, what will people...."
"No buts!" Rochester cut him off sharply. "If I do not give a thought to what people think, then neither should you."
"Sir," Xander began, "I have no wish to be tiresome.."
"Then don't be, do as I say."
"But Sir..." Xander implored. Suddenly, Rochester grasped his upper arms. "You are really being most tiresome Xander!" He yanked Xander towards him and gave him a bruising kiss on the mouth. Xander tensed his eyes went round and shocked as Rochester pressed the advantage and deepened the kiss, Xander's heart pounded against his ribs, his head swam and his eyelids fluttered shut, there was no question of struggling.
Rochester tightened his hold and lifted Xander against him, the boy couldn't kiss, he hadn't a clue, yet it was the most wonderful kiss Rochester had ever experienced. He felt as giddy and excited as a schoolboy and his cock was hard enough to hammer nails, he felt his control slipping, a moment more and he'd toss Xander into the hay and take him. With a supreme effort, he broke away and looked into dazed, confused, brown eyes, he wanted to roar his rage that he had to go away, that he had to leave, when all he wanted to do was stay. He pushed Xander away... "Damn it Xander!" He snapped. "Just do as I say." He spun and began to stride quickly towards the house.
Xander stood immobile, what had just happened? He put his fingers to his lips, they felt puffy and tingled at his touch. He looked about in bewilderment, had he done something? Was Mr Rochester angry at him? Should he have pushed him away? He didn't want to push him away, he wanted to hold him, to be held, to be kissed. Was there something wrong with him? He sat heavily on the bale of hay and tried to make sense of it. He didn't know how long he sat, in the distance, he caught a movement and realized Mr. Finn was studying him intently, had he seen what had happened?
Xander quickly got to his feet and keeping his head down, hurried toward the house.
He intended to go in by the kitchen, and as he drew near he saw Pilot by the door, his collar fixed to a strong chain. He stopped to pet the dog and Willow stepped out to give the hound a large bone. Pilot ignored it, she sighed. "Poor old thing." Xander frowned. "Why is he here and chained?"
"To stop him going after The Master." She replied, Xander's frown deepened.
"He's gone Mr. Harris, Dan's driven him over to The Hall, he won't be back until Tuesday mid morning."