Learning to Serve

[jasonsnene]

Title:  Learning to Serve (Part 1/2)

Author:  jasonsnene

Rating:  NC17

Pairing:  Wesley/Xander

Warnings:  M/M, Master/servant and Historical AU

Beta: 

carinas_carinae

 

A/N:  Written for my

kink_bingo card found here for the Historical AU square.

 

 

Wesley eyed the man in his office with disdain.  He abhorred Anthony Harris and the lifestyle the man led.  However, he had responsibilities to those under his care and Anthony Harris was in debt up to his ears and was going to be sent to debtor’s prison if he couldn’t come up with the money to pay off his creditors.

 

So here he sat, in Wesley’s office at his estate, supplicating himself, begging for mercy.  Wesley couldn’t help rolling his eyes.  The man was pathetic, offering the only thing of value he had left, his son, to be sold into service, not even realizing the fate he was handing to his son.

 

Wesley eyed the boy kneeling at his father’s side.  He was young, although Wesley couldn’t be sure of his exact age.  He was handsome, though, and Wesley felt his interests rising.  Perhaps he could be persuaded to make this deal after all. 

 

He glared at Anthony, who immediately ceased his blubbering.  “Leave us.”  Anthony’s eyes grew wide.  “Sir?”

 

Wesley scowled at him.  “I said, leave us.  I wish to speak to your son, and frankly, I’m sick of the sight of you.”  Anthony stood and stumbled from the room quickly and Wesley’s butler quietly appeared to shut the door behind him.

 

“Look at me, boy.”  The boy’s head rose slowly, revealing deep brown eyes that held such sadness and despair.  “Do you know what your father is offering you for?”

 

“Yes, sir.”

 

“Do you understand what it will entail?”

 

“Not entirely, sir.  But I will do whatever is necessary to save my father, sir. My mother isn’t well.  I-- she-- we can’t allow him to be sent away.”

 

“Very well.”  Wesley reached behind him and pulled the cord half hidden in the drapes.  Moments later the door opened and his butler appeared.  “Take the boy to my rooms.”  The unspoken request to have him cleaned and prepared was understood.

 

Wesley settled his business with the boy’s father quickly and issued a threat to Anthony about not causing trouble any more or he would not be bailed out again.  He also made it clear that his son was now off limits.  Anthony could have no further contact. 

 

Once the idiot was off his property Wesley went to his suite and found a freshly scrubbed boy kneeling naked by his bedside.  Perfect.  He could see that Xander was nervous, as well he should be.  Wesley was a kind master, but the boy had no way of knowing that. 

 

“Xander?”

 

“Yes, sir?”

 

“Help me undress.”

 

“Yes, sir.”  Xander stood shakily and reached towards Wesley’s jacket.  It was tight-fitting and Xander had to tug to get the material off of Wesley’s broad shoulders.  Wesley frowned when Xander made a particularly sharp tug. 

 

“Gently, Xander.”

 

“Sorry, sir.”

 

“Quite all right, boy.  I know you’re learning.”

 

“Thank you, sir.”  Xander carefully removed the jacket from Wesley’s arms and placed it across the foot of the bed.  He started on the buttons on Wesley’s waistcoat.  Wesley took advantage of Xander’s preoccupation to study the body before him.  It was a wise investment, indeed.

 

Xander was young and slim, his body still growing into manhood.  Yet his manhood was well developed and lay against a fluff of dark curls.  Wesley knew he would enjoy playing there and seeing just how far he could push Xander in his training.  That would come later, though.  Now he must impress upon Xander his new position in his household. 

 

His waistcoat slipped off easily and Xander eyed Wesley’s shirt and cravat skeptically.  “Cravat, first.  Gently, now.”

 

Xander nodded and reached to untie the tightly knotted cloth at Wesley’s neck.  His fingers ghosted over the sensitive skin there and Wesley couldn’t control his shiver.  He was going to enjoy instructing this boy, making him his and his alone.

 

Wesley was divested of his shirt and pants much more quickly.  Xander was obviously more familiar with their removal.  However, once Wesley was left in just his undershirt and drawers, Xander became obviously nervous.

 

Seeking to alleviate Xander’s nervousness, Wesley ran his fingers through Xander’s dark curls and pulled him gently into his touch.  Xander stood there stiffly for a moment before visibly forcing himself to relax to Wesley’s touch.

 

Wesley whispered into Xander’s ear, “Shhhh,” while continuing to run his fingers soothingly through Xander’s hair.  “I won’t hurt you, boy.  Can you finish now?”

 

Xander nodded and helped Wesley lift his undershirt over his head and off.  Wesley tossed it to the side and stood before Xander dressed only in his drawers.  Raising his hands to Xander’s shoulders, he massaged them gently for a moment before putting gentle pressure on them and encouraging Xander to lower himself to his knees.

 

Once Xander was kneeling, he looked up at Wesley with a look of such innocence that Wesley wanted nothing more than to force his hardened member between those sweet lips and feel the heat of Xander’s mouth as it suckled him.  “Good boy.  Now loosen my drawers.”

 

Wesley’s arousal throbbed as Xander’s arms rose to do his bidding and when the fastening loosened, his member fell free, hard and aching and Xander gasped at its sight.  “Touch me, Xander.”

 

With a whimper of fear, Xander reached up hesitantly and wrapped his warm fingers around Wesley’s member.  “That’s it.  Good boy.  Now stroke me.”  Fingers tightened and moved and Wesley let his head fall back even as his hands reached forward to twine in Xander’s hair yet again. 

 

“Put me in your mouth boy.  Suckle me.”  Xander opened his mouth and leaned forward to do as his was bid.  The first touch of his breath on Wesley’s skin was nearly Wesley’s undoing.  He forced himself to calm, not wanting this moment to end too quickly.

 

Wesley’s hips moved forward cautiously, pushing his member in further and Xander’s eyes bulged when he went in too far.  “It’s okay, Xander.  Breathe through your nose.  That’s a boy.  You can do it.  Now suck, that’s it.”

 

Xander began to suckle and Wesley moved his hips gently forward and back, slowly picking up the pace and thrusting carefully deeper until he brushed the back of Xander’s throat and made the boy gag.

 

“Mmm, Xander.  That feels so good.  You’re such a good boy.  Take me in, deeper.  Good.   You were made for this, Xander.  Those soft lips, that hot mouth.  Keep sucking, that’s a boy.  Harder now, come on.  I’m going to shoot my seed in your mouth, Xander, and I want you to be a good boy and swallow it all for me.”

 

Xander looked up at Wesley and that was all it took for Wesley to release his seed as his body tensed and shook with the force of his orgasm.  Xander dutifully swallowed and then kept suckling until Wesley’s member softened. 

 

He sat back on his heels and looked up at Wesley.  Wesley pulled him to his feet and noticed the heavy arousal hanging between Xander’s legs.  He ignored it for the moment and settled them both onto Wesley’s wide bed. 

 

“That was very good, Xander.  I’m very proud of you.  You’ll do well for me.”  Xander nodded into Wesley’s shoulder, suddenly shy.  Wesley snuck his hand down between Xander’s legs and gripped the boy’s member casually.  “This belongs to me now, Xander.  You don’t touch, or you’ll have to be punished.  Understand?”

 

“Yes, sir.”

 

“Good boy.  Now let’s get some rest.  Tomorrow your training will continue.”

 

Wesley waited until the boy’s eyes drifted shut before allowing his mind to slow.  He had been waiting to find someone like Xander for his very own for so long and now the boy had just fallen into his lap.  It would be a delicious process to train him and Wesley was looking forward to the process.

 

Title:  Learning to Serve (2/2)

Author:  jasonsnene

Rating:  NC17

Pairing:  Wesley/Xander

Warnings:  M/M, Master/servant and Historical AU

Beta: 

carinas_carinae

 

A/N:  Written for my

kink_bingo card for the Roleplay/AU (domestic/tradesman) square.

 

 
 

 

Part 2:

 

Wesley sighed as the hot towel covered his face and softened the day’s growth of whiskers.  This was his favorite time of day, if he were honest.  His boy had come so far in a few short months and was now fully trained as Wesley’s companion and valet.  There had been a few bumps along the way, but with patience and persistence, Xander had learned everything that Wesley deemed it necessary for him to know.

 

He relaxed more fully as the warmth of the cloth seeped into his skin, and when Xander finally removed it, Wesley nearly whimpered with the loss.  Xander’s fingers gently skimmed Wesley’s lips, trying to capture the quiet noise, before he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss in apology for causing the slightest moment of distress.

 

Wesley opened his eyes and smiled softly as Xander pulled away to mix the powder that would become his shaving foam.  The gleaming razor lay waiting for its duty as Xander began brushing the foam along Wesley’s cheeks in broad strokes that continued down to his throat. 

 

Xander’s body was temptingly close, fully on display as Wesley preferred.  His boy had been so bashful at first, wanting to hide his nudity at every opportunity.  Now, he stripped as soon as they entered their chambers and showed himself off proudly for his master. 

 

Wesley reached out his fingers and brushed them along Xander’s soft flank.  He couldn’t seem to resist touching his boy, craving him constantly.  Xander’s muscles fluttered under Wesley’s touch and his member, already hard and wanting, jumped as if requesting attention for itself. 

 

Suppressing his smile lest it disturb Xander’s work, Wesley continued to torment his boy’s body with his fingers, drifting up from his firm thigh and over his hip bone to rest along his muscled stomach.  Xander never paused in his movements, used to Wesley’s petting as part of their daily routine.

 

When Wesley’s face was lathered, Xander reached behind him to gather the razor.  Wesley’s eyes drifted shut again as the soothing pull of the sharp blade moved over his skin.  Xander never slipped, had never slipped in fact, and Wesley trusted him completely. 

 

The whiskers scraped off under the sharp blade and Wesley could feel his skin cooling as it was uncovered.  Xander worked quickly but carefully, stopping frequently to drag the blade over the leather strop.  He was as eager as Wesley for the next part of their morning routine, but wouldn’t risk letting a dull blade nick his master’s perfect skin.  It never came quickly enough for Wesley.  He would prefer staying whiskered if it meant he could have his boy sooner.

 

But that was not the routine, and Xander was a stickler for routine.  He actually pouted if Wesley didn’t allow him to perform all his duties.  The first time Wesley had forgone his morning shave in preference for what came next, it had taken him a while to realize that Xander was upset with him. 

 

Now, they followed the routine to the letter and Wesley was well rewarded as a result.  Xander finished his shave and covered Wesley’s face again with warm toweling, removing the excess lather and revealing his now smooth skin.  Xander ran his fingers along Wesley’s face, checking carefully for any missed spots and finding none, lowered his face to Wesley’s. 

 

Their kiss was gentle, Xander initiating but allowing Wesley to take control immediately.  Wesley pulled Xander closer, letting his boy straddle his lap across his chair.  Wesley was hard and ready, his member eager to be inside Xander’s tight opening.  Xander positioned himself carefully, eager for their morning congress, and at Wesley’s nod, he lowered himself onto his master’s length. 

 

Xander rode Wesley eagerly, his member bouncing between Wesley’s stomach and his own, creating a rhythm as Xander’s motions quickened.  Squeezing Wesley tightly inside his body and creating a delicious drag, he continued to move sensuously up and down.  Wesley reached between them and grasped Xander’s length, moving it along in time as his boy rode him to completion.

 

Wesley felt his release coming; it never took long in the mornings when he’d gone all night without taking his boy.  “Come for me, Xander.  Show it to me.”  Xander whimpered and increased his speed, leaning back slightly and trusting Wesley to hold him as he reached the angle he needed.  Then he was coming, releasing along Wesley’s stomach as he felt Wesley’s seed coating his insides. 

 

They both stilled for a moment, enjoying the sensations of quivering muscles and beating hearts.  Then Wesley shifted and Xander stood, dropping to his knees between Wesley’s legs.  His mouth lowered to Wesley’s member, laving it clean, before drifting up to Wesley’s stomach and licking his own seed from his master’s body.

 

Content, Wesley watched Xander’s tongue as it cleaned his body, and when Xander sat back with a smile, Wesley knew it was time to continue his morning ablutions.  After all, Xander had much more in store for him than a quick morning ride in his chair.  They still had his bath and dressing to get through and his boy made sure he was satisfied every step of the way.