The Naughty Ward (historical romantica)

(The characters are Joss', not mine)

For many days, Alexander rode the crests of his triumph at breaking William’s control. Of course, that was all he had... the memory and the ability to play it back over and over in his mind, and to sometimes remind William and watch the man squirm or bluster or get angry and storm away.

Or to make him squirm when he could not storm away.

As they rode back after an unsuccessful fox hunt, William’s cronies were got into a discussion that could only be called crass and vulgar – man-talk. Though Alexander’s ears burned, he was more than happy to hear what these men list sexual exploits they had yet to but intended to experience by their life’s end. When they turned to him with the same question, a dangerous thrill went through him. He cleared his throat. “I’d like to have sex ... on a horse.”

“Pah, that’s anatomically impossible,” Stammers said with a laugh.

“I’m very... flexible.” Alexander’s gaze locked with William’s.

William started to choke and got more aggravated by the fact that he’d drawn attention.

“What say you, old boy? Do you think Alex is flexible enough to pull it off... I think the gel would have to be...”

“I think young Alex should be spared this talk and get on home,” William answered.

“Au contraire... I’m all grown up and quite...” tugging his reins and bringing his horse near William’s, he leaned close to the blond’s ear and whispered, “...fuckable.”

“Home. Now.” William snapped the order out and stared in disbelief as his wayward ward simply ignored him and rode away with some of the others, still laughing.

*

Alexander pushed the food around his plate and stole a look at William. “You’re going out tonight.”

“Yes.”

“Can I come along?”

“Certainly not.”

“Why?”

William gave him a pointed look. “After appearing only half dressed for fencing lessons, then intentionally discussing things that ought not be discussed at all in front of my friends, you have the gall to ask.”

“You like me half undressed and I didn’t tell them anything, not really.”

His mouth flattening into a line, William wiped it. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

“I’m not... but I have eyes. And I can feel when you go ha—“

“Enough!” William took a long swig of his wine. “I’m a very sexual man. It doesn’t take much to get me that way, and it has nothing to do with you in particular.”

“Liar. You’re a—“ The dangerous look that crept into the Duke’s blue eyes caused Alex to hesitate, and prevented him from repeating the accusation. The goal of trying to make William confront the truth could not be met if Alex found himself punished, or worse... banished to one of Williams’ estates.

William wiped his mouth, dropped the napkin on the table and got up. “Mind your words and actions, or you’ll find out what happens when you push me too far.”

What would happen? WHAT? You and me would happen, that’s what. And what is so terrible about that? What? Alex wanted to rail and scream, but he knew it wouldn’t be productive. Neither would pouting or being morose, but that was the mood he’d been left with...so he pouted and brooded.

*

“Master Alexander, a message.” The butler held the silver tray out.

Alex unfolded the note.

Come to the H.F. club at midnight. Tell them you are a volunteer, I’ve made sure you’ll gain entry. Wear white.

“He... he changed his mind!”

“Sir?”

“Nothing... thank you... thank you!” Alex hugged the retainer’s surprised and very stiff form, then ran to his chambers. Something white... this morning’s fencing torture must have worked better than he’d thought. Alex snorted as he looked for a silky flowing shirt to pair with tight white trousers. Trust William to dictate his likes and wants down to the color of his clothes. But he didn’t give a whit... so long as William wanted him, he could have him any way he wanted.

*

“You will of course act suitably frightened, and at the same time very aroused. Mind... you are to act aroused no matter who your seductive vampire is.”

“Vampire. Huh?” It was like the time before, when he’d volunteered to be a virgin for auction at the Hell Fire Club. Only tonight’s entertainment was different... he might go so far as to wonder if it was a product of the mind of a madman!

Alex found that all of the volunteers were wearing white. So William’s order had a purpose. Either that, or William had found out what the evening held and wanted to see him in white and invited him. He preferred to think the latter was what had occurred.

The volunteer girls were already frightened, some wondering whether they ought not be in here to begin with. But for some unstated reason, a volunteer could never turn back. What the consequence of trying to would be was unclear, but not something any of them wanted to test. There were only two other boys. They seemed nervous, but excited, like himself. Only they were hoping to get fucked by handsome men and were complaining about the possibility of flat-faced ogres getting to them.

“William’s going to fuck me,” he announced.

“Who?”

Right... no names. Alex shrugged. “I’m imagining a strapping man named William.”

“I don’t care about his name, so long as he’s got a cock yea big,” the other boy said holding his fingers apart.

“Oh he does.... trust me... he does.”

And then the white clad “victims” were shoved onto a stage decked out in black... black velvet... black leather... black satin. In stark contrast, they stood out and could not be missed. Somewhere behind them, someone started to sing... a haunting lament... low, sad and filled with passion, all at once.

Men started filing onto the stage, surrounding the victims. The men were in various states of undress, and had little “horns” sticking out of their heads. Their pointy little beards were both comical and frightening.

“The vampires are vying for you. Soon you will each have a master, you will know your master...” One of them said.

The victims cried out, partly acting, partly because they were truly frightened. There was nothing comforting about their black surroundings. There were ten areas or booths on the stage... clearly one for each of them. Some had cots, other areas had chains and bindings. Even Alexander’s brave heart was beating hard as he peered at the all male audience clad in black, watching, waiting... humming with excitement. Where was William?

From what he understood, anyone who wanted to play with a victim had to pay a price. William would pay any price for him, of that he was sure. But now he learned that many people paid the price, but the “winner” had to win at a game of chance... cards. Why would William chance losing?

He bit his lip. Because William never lost. That was why.

He watched as some of the girls, and one of the boys were lead away to their area. Apparently they were to watch what happened to them for a while, before additional victims were paired off with their “master vampires.”

Men in capes got onto the stage and started the seduction of the victims. Open mouthed, Alex watched as varying fantasies were played out... right in front of the audience. And the audience wasn’t at all shy. They threw out suggestions, “lift her skirts higher,” “let her feel the prick of your dick.” They openly touched themselves.

Turning his head, Alex saw another master vampire tell one of the boys that he was going to turn him into a vampire by sucking him off. He had to admit that the scene had him going hard, but only because he was imagining William making that threat. Oh God, where was William and why was Milo pointing at him?

He was summoned to the side of the stage, and was allowed to watch as a handful of men played cards for him. No William. His heart pounded with fear. He didn’t want any of these men, especially not Milo. Milo who was sweating like a pig and staring at him like he was already his.

One by one, the losers walked back to their chairs. Milo and another man were left, but Milo offered the other man a sum so great, the man hadn’t been able to refuse.

Milo gave an oily smile and slowly got up. Someone put a “vampire’s cape” over his shoulder, but he didn’t seem to notice. Instead, he’d focused an almost unnatural gaze on Alex. “I’ll need... more equipment. Something long and thick for my ... victim,” he said.

Equipment. Long and... Alexander was close to panicking, and the other men on the stage must have sensed it. They were at his elbows now, making it impossible for him to leave. He wondered what would happen if he shouted for help?

The girls were shouting for help... who would know whether the shouts were real or part of the act? God... no... he didn’t want Milo... he didn’t want this... Oh God, Milo’s bony fingers were closing greedily over his cock already.

“I’ve got you, my pretty,” Milo started walking Xander backwards. “You will bow to my every wish,” he said, theatrically raising his hand. “Or you will be blood and bon—“ He gasped in pain as his arm was wrenched back, and turned to find the Duke of Winchester towering over him.

Alex was too afraid to smile. There were rules here. Was William breaking them for him?

“Not so fast. You’ll have to play a hand with me, for him, first.”

“That’s preposterous... let me go.”

“Gladly.” William released him and wiped a gloved hand on his own trousers, as if to be ridding himself of grime.

“Bastard. I won him. There were no others vying for him.”

William pointed to the man in charge of collecting. The man nodded.

“You bribed him.”

“Would you care to say that again. Louder?” Williams voice was low, but held the edge of steel.

A duel was out of the question. Milo walked back to the table, and the card game ensued.

Alexander held his breath almost the entire time it took for Milo to be beaten and to throw his cards down on the table. His smile of happiness quickly vanished however, when he saw the granite in William’s eyes. This time, the look was directed at him and he didn’t know why.

Again, someone put a long black cape around William’s shoulders, then the drama began. Alex would have enjoyed the game, if he weren’t so worried about the coolness in the blue gaze piercing him to the core.

“What have we here?” William walked around Alex, his gaze now fixed on the boy’s throat. “Here I was hungry and cold, and I find a gift. What is your name, boy?” He stood in front of Alex.

“Its... Al.. Alex.” He could hardly breath.

“Alalex, interesting name, you must be a foreigner.” There was some snickering from the audience, but when William put his warm gloved finger over the pulse on the side of the boy’s throat, a hush fell. “Your heart is beating. For me.”

“Wha...”

“Look into my eyes.” When Alexander did, William repeated the words. “Do you agree.”

“Yes.” He had to act mesmerized, only... when it was William’s gaze he was staring into, there was no need to act.

“Come into my dungeon then,” he gestured toward an area of the stage. When Alex reached it, William looked up. “Put your wrists in the cuffs.”

He was going to be chained up? The thought both sent terror through him and excited him. Slowly he raised his arms. The sound of metal locking had him glancing at William, seeking reassurance where there was none.

“Now... my little prize,” William ran his hands down over the front of Alexander’s shirt, moved them back up, then grasped the handfuls of the flowing material and tore it asunder. The sound riveted the crowd’s attention. William’s own attention was held by the rise and fall of Alexander’s chest.

“Do you know what I’m going to do with you?” William licked his lips and bent his head, then scraped his teeth hard over Alexander’s flat nipple.

Alex gave a low cry and whimpered. When William raised his head, he saw the fangs. He knew they weren’t real... that vampires weren’t real, but the feral look in William’s gaze gave him pause.

“Tear his pants off... show us the goods.”

Recognizing Milo’s raspy voice, Alex wanted to protest. But then William’s mouth moved lower on his chest, and lower, then he was mouthing his cock right over his trousers. Blood surged to his cock. He didn’t care about an audience, he didn’t care that Milo was enjoying this, or that the bindings hurt his wrists every time he nudged his hips forward to get more friction with William’s torturous mouth. “More...”

William lifted his head and moved away. “You dare to order me? Perhaps you misunderstood. You’re the plaything... and I’m your master. You fuck when I tell you to fuck. You come when I tell you to come. You give me the last drop of your blood... your life, on my command.”

There were groans of disappointment, mixed with encouraging cries. Xander couldn’t distinguish who they came from as he dumbly nodded his agreement and felt hot tears gather.

The “vampire” cupped Alexander’s ass, “this is mine,” then he lowered his mouth and roughly stole a kiss from the boy’s lips, “this is mine... and...” He dragged Alex’s body closer, and ground his cock against the boys. “This... is mine.”

“Fuck him... God man... just take him...”

“Yeah... show him who the master is.”

“Master him! Or I will...”

“Yes William, it’s yours. I’m yours,” Alex whispered in all honesty.

William’s eyes glittered. There wasn’t a hint of softness in them as he pulled Alex up against him and thrust mercilessly against his cock, almost mechanically arousing both of them.

Milo’s gutteral cries sickened William. Yes, he’d watched plenty of these shows, but he’d never been a part of it... never wanted to be. His hand had been forced, and here he was, giving other men something to masturbate over perhaps for weeks to come.

Xander panted. “William please... don’t look at me so, what is the mat... matter?” He was hard and needed release, but not like this. William’s gaze didn’t hold an ounce of passion... that wasn’t right. “Oh God... please...”

William suddenly moved behind Alex and undid Alexander’s trouser.

“Yes... oh yes... fuck...”

He let the crowd see Alex for only a few seconds, before wrapping his cape around both of them. Showing the crowd his fangs, he whispered close to Alexander’s ear. “Pretend I’m fucking you... do it.” Fully clothed, he started bucking against Alex’s ass.

“But... Will ... please touch me.” When William jerked him back, the metal cuffs cut into his wrists. It was punishment for disobedience, he understood and started to move as if he was being fucked, as if he was enjoying it.

“Take off the cape... come on man.”

“Oh that’s rich... that’s really good... give it to him harder.”

Even with all that noise, Milo’s rasping and stuttering demands were heard over the rest.

“Act like you’re coming,” William bared his teeth and bit into the boy’s neck as he bucked and shuddered. “Now faint...” he lowered the Alexander’s “lifeless body” to the ground, and left his cape over the boy.

Alex was stunned to find red liquid over his chest... part of the act. Before he had time to think about what came next, William was ordering him up.

“Alright...”

“Move, out the back door,” William snapped. “Don’t turn back, don’t look at anyone, just move.”

Moments later, Alexander was sitting in the Duke’s coach, facing him, and they were under way. He shivered slightly. After that... after all that, he still wanted William body and soul. “Why?”

“Why what?” William looked at him as if he couldn’t trust himself not to strike out.

“Why are you treating me like this. William,” Alexander straightened. “Is it because I make you feel things you don’t want to?”

“You disobeyed me. Again. I told you never to come to this place.” A muscle twitched in the side of William’s cheek. “I was playing cards. If Allenworthy hadn’t told me you were there... is that what you wanted, Alex... did you want Milo, and his tools and...”

“No! Wait... William, I went because you asked me to.”

“I did no such thing.”

“The note, there was a note to meet you. An invitation,” Alex protested, but he saw the look of disbelief in the other man’s eyes. “It’s true. It’s besides the point but it’s true.”

“And what, pray tell, is the point?” It was a question, William should never have asked.

“The point is, you’re angry because you care about me...”

“I care, but not in the way you’re implying. For God’s sake man, you’ve been my ward for years, of course I care. If you were a few years younger, I’d take a switch to you now and show you how much I care. I still might.”

“Maybe. You do care for me like that, but it’s more, and you can’t hide it, any more than you can hide your cock. It shows exactly where you stand.”

William simply looked out the window.

Angry, Alex got up and straddled the Duke’s hips. “Fine... act as if you don’t care, but look how quickly your body tells me you’re lying.” It took exactly three thrusts of his hips to bring William alive.

Gritting his teeth, the Duke pressed his head back into the cushions. Now he had a nice eyeful of Alexander’s chiseled chest. Fuck. “It tells you nothing other than I’m a man. If you brought me an aged three bit whore, with no teeth and smelling of garlic and pig swill, she could do the same.”

“Maybe. But she wouldn’t be me,” Alexander’s confidence grew. He had to be bold, to get through to William. Leaning close to the Duke’s ear, he whispered. “She wouldn’t beg you to fuck her hard from behind. You would feel softness, where you know you want to feel hardness... she wouldn’t feel like this...” he brought the Duke’s hand down on his thigh, knowing the flexing of his muscles would affect him as he moved his hips up and down. “You wouldn’t meet the resistance you do with me.”

As the coach swayed, and Alex gently thrust against him, William found himself in hell. He was thick and hard, and Alex’s words and voice were making it worse for him. His scent... the feel of his muscles flexing under his hand. God... the thoughts of how he’d feel under him, how he’d plead with him if only...

Swallowing hard, William took a deep breath. “Stop this.”

“What? This?” Alex ground his hips harder. “Or this?” he put his hand over Williams and pressed it into his thigh, then moved it toward his inner thigh. “Or this?” Leaning forward and raising up slightly, he pressed the flesh of his chest against William’s lips, moving back and forth and groaning as he felt moist heat where he dragged himself across the Duke’s mouth. “Taste me... you know you want to. William...”

“You’re wasting your time,” William moved his head and bit down against his own teeth, so prevent himself from showing any more reactions. The boy would simply use them against him. “Get off.”

“I’m trying... I really am,” Alex made a panting noise, but sounds of men speaking coming from outside made him realize they were home.

“I said get off.”

“What would happen... what is the worst that would happen if your servants found us...” An instant later, Alexander found himself dumped onto his seat. He laughed... laughed out loud. And when he emerged, the servants had to think him a mad man... half dressed, disheveled, and with his mouth red and swollen...

Inside the large townhouse, he first started heading for his chambers, then changed his mind. He had to see what William did. He’d bet the Duke wouldn’t go to bed in the state he’d been in.

He passed the Duke’s room, and entered into the ‘future Duchesses’ room. Then he pushed the adjoining door slightly open and wasn’t disappointed. William... sweet William was holding onto the bed-post with one hand, and resting one foot on a footstool. His other hand was wrapped round his cock and was moving his fist back and forth across his length.

Closing his eyes, William cursed at the boy’s ability to make him grow hard and lusty. The carriage ride had been murderous. He’d been angry at the club, aroused and angry. To top it off, Alexander had taunted him during the ride home. It had taken every last ounce of his control to stop himself from tearing off the rest of the boy’s clothes and showing him how right he was... how much he needed to feel him, feel him flexing and begging, feel him tight around his cock.

Images of just that assaulted his mind, making him stroke himself that much the faster. Alexander’s cherry stained lips closing around his cock, his hands pleasuring him, his cock nudging at him, begging him for a good long fuck. “Oh God... oh God... come on... come on,” William’s grip on the bed post tightened. The bed’s entire frame shook as he strove to find release.

Alexander grew more and more breathless. The intensity of William’s motions, the desperate way he was thrusting into his own hand, the words that broke from his throat were driving him wild. So wild, the notion of joining the Duke crossed his mind. It was only the memory of how cold the man’s anger had been that stopped him.

But he couldn’t help wanting him. Or touching himself. Or closing his eyes and imagining a very different scene altogether...

Alexander paced in his room. He’d angered the Duke and now he had to make amends. The quicker the better. It was better that these things not fester. He pushed the door that joined their chambers open and walked inside to find William sitting in a chair and reading. He didn’t look up... clearly he was still angry.

“William, I’m sorry,” he whispered. “Would you like some wine?”

The lack of an answer told him that William’s anger hadn’t melted. Still, he wouldn’t be ignored. Walking towards him, he straddled the Duke’s hips and scooted forward, knocking the book out of the way.

It irked him, the way William merely looked to the side and held the book in a distance, still reading. “I won’t be ignored,” he said, shrugging out of his shirt, then lifting up and undoing his trousers. He rubbed himself over the growing bulge in the Duke’s pants, then quickly freed the man’s cock as well.

He felt the Duke’s shudder of pleasure as he held their cocks together and used both hands to move up and down their shafts. Between the pressure of William’s cock against his, and his hands gliding up and down ... Alexander was starting to breath hard. A look at William showed him that the Duke was faring no better. Their gazes met, and something exploded between them.

William’s nostrils flared as he dragged Alex up against him and lifted his hips. Soon, they were fucking on the chair, sliding against each other... groaning even as the chair creaked and threatened to topple. “I’m very flexible,” he whispered, raising himself up.

William was no slow top. He prepared him, and when Xander lowered himself, William was completely buried inside him, and was gasping for breaths.

Xander slowly moved. “Do you forgive me William?”

William mindlessly started to fuck Xander and was shocked when the boy stopped moving. “Do you?”

“What... for Gods sake Alex, this isn’t the time...”

“Yes or no?” Alex started to stand up.

William groaned as Alex dragged himself up his cock. “Yes... yes... I forgive you, don’t stop,” he said thickly, pulling Xander down by his hips.

“Not stopping... not ever stopping.”

They fucked and fucked, and Alex leaned all the way back, just holding on to the arm rests of the chair and lowing his head down almost to the floor as he bucked up and down, taking all of William... in and out and oh God... it felt so good... William felt so so good.

“Oh God Will... oh God,” he started to come in his hand.

“What are you doing here!”

Even William’s angry words couldn’t stop him. He groaned, and groaned harder when he noticed William’s gaze was now transfixed on his hand. God how he wished he could make the moment last longer. Staring straight at the other man, he cried out, “William... oh William.”

“Damn you... damn you.” William took a deep breath. “Go to your chambers. I want to see you at breakfast.”

“Don’t damn me... love me,” Alex whispered, throwing his arms around William and kissing him. Stiff as the Duke was, he knew the Duke could have roughly pushed him away. Instead, he merely stood there until Alex released him and walked out.

He wasn’t sorry. The boy wasn’t the least bit sorry. William could tell by the boy’s proud manner as he left the room. He thought he’d won. And maybe he had, but a battle did not make a war.”

Hearing something crash against the door, Alexander smiled. Breakfast. He was quite looking forward to it.


(A/N: Sorry about the delay on this, but I hope it was worth the wait. Please comment and let me know if you are still following the story.)

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