Yes Sir Part Ten

Title: Yes Sir Part Ten
Author: hannah_chapter
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: 18/NC-17
Summary: AU. Victorian England. Matthew is the son of a lord, Dominic is a young and innocent servant: "The moment Matthew laid eyes on the boy, he knew he had to have him."
Feedback: Makes me do the dance of joy.
Disclaimer: Fake as fake could be.

Dominic passes a hand over his new winter coat, the fabric impossibly soft beneath his fingers.

"Do you like it?" his master asks.

Of course I do. But you did not need to do this, Matthew."

Matthew dismisses his servant's complaint with a casual flick of his fingers.

"I wanted to do it. You needed a good winter coat, Dominic."

"Yes, but," Dominic touches his coat, then gestures at the scarves and gloves that accompanied it, "this is too much."

"Nonsense. When it comes to you, Dominic, nothing is ever too much. You should know that by now. You know I like spending money on you."

He dresses you in pretty clothes and pets you when it pleases him.

Matthew touches Dominic's cheek.

"What is the matter, Dominic? What troubles you?"

"Nothing troubles me. I am fine."

"Now, we both know that is not true. Something is troubling you and has been for some time," Matthew's thumb traces small circles near Dominic's mouth, "I see this look on your face so often these days, Dominic, and it worries me."

The master places both hands on Dominic's shoulders.

"Look at me, Dominic."

Dominic obeys his master's command and the warmth and love - yes, he would swear to it, love - in his master's eyes makes him tremble.

"You can always come to me, Dominic. You can talk to me, ask for my help. It will always be given. There is nothing I would not do for you, nothing I would not give you. Ask, and whatever you need will be yours."

"I ..." Dominic hesitates, then falls back upon a half-truth, "I am worried about my sister."

"Your sister? Is she unwell?"

"No, but I worry about her all the same."

"Why?"

"I do not like her husband. He is a rough, unpleasant man and I fear for her. I think he mistreats her."

"Do you have any proof?"

"No, and she denies it. My parents tell me I cannot interfere, that what happens between a man and wife is their business, and theirs alone."

"Your parents are right, Dominic."

"I know they are. But standing by and doing nothing - what kind of brother does that make me?"

Matthew sighs.

"You are a good brother, of that I have no doubt. All I an suggest is that you watch and wait and, if you think you need my help, do not hesitate. Come to me at once."

"I will."

Dominic takes one of Matthew's hands in both of his and kisses it.

"Thank you, Matthew."

Matthew smiles and pulls his servant into an embrace. Then he catches sight of the clock on the mantelpiece and curses.

"Damn it all! I must go out and meet with some of my father's friend's and it is later than I thought."

"Is there anything you need me to do?"

"I do not think so. Attend to your reading and we will have a lesson when I get back."

"Yes, Matthew."

The master leaves and Dominic gathers up his things and repairs to his bedroom. He tries to read but cannot focus, mind too full of the conversation he just had.

He did not lie, not exactly. He is worried about his sister, but that is a vague feeling, an ill-defined sense of something being wrong. It comes and goes. What really concerns him, what keeps him awake at night, is his relationship with Matthew.

He loves his master, loves him completely. When he is with Matthew, in or out of bed, he is happy. But when he is here, alone, the doubts begin to creep in. Dominic loves his master, but he is not a fool. He knows that what they have - whatever that might be - cannot last. Ellen was wrong about a lot of things, but she was right about that. Matthew must marry, will marry, and what will he do, then? Will he keep Dominic by his side? Or will he cast him off, leaving him with nothing but memories and pretty clothes, both of which will become dirty and threadbare as the years go by?

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"Good news?"

"Hmm?" Matthew glances up from the letter he is reading, "did you say something, Dominic?"

"You were smiling. Have you received some good news?"

"I suppose I have, at that. My old tutor, Christopher, has returned to England."

"To stay?"

"Alas, no. He is here for two weeks, no more than that."

"You will visit him?"

"I will. And you will accompany me, Dominic. I want you to meet him."

Dominic swallows, his throat suddenly dry.

"When?"

"The day after tomorrow, I should think," Matthew reaches for ink and paper, "I will write to him at once and arrange it."

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Dominic stares out of the carriage window, seeing nothing, stomach pulled into a small, painful knot. He slept not a wink last night. He just lay in his bed, guts throbbing, thinking about this meeting with Matthew's former tutor - and first lover, he cannot forget that detail, no matter how hard he tries.

They arrive at Christopher's lodgings and are ushered into a small drawing room. Dominic hears Christopher before he sees him, a loud, confident voice booming in the hall outside, dismissing the servant who showed them in. And then Matthew's tutor is in the room.

So this is Christopher. Taller than Matthew and Dominic and broad with it, Christopher looks more like a fighter than a scholar, a real bare-knuckle, back-street bruiser. Christopher bounds across the room to Dominic's master. Ignoring the offered hand, Christopher pulls Matthew to him and kisses him, a long, deep tongue-kiss.

Rage, pure, jealous rage consumes Dominic. It is like the night Milly presumed to try and touch Matthew, magnified a thousand times. He advances on Christopher and Matthew, hands balled into tight little fists. His approach does not go unnoticed. Christopher releases Matthew, cocks his head to one side and smiles.

"We are upsetting your servant, Matthew," Christopher says, "this is the servant you spoke of in your letters, is it not? Dominic?"

Matthew raises a hand in invitation.

"Come and join us, Dominic."

Dominic obeys, as he always does. He takes Matthew's hand and is drawn into a kiss. Christopher cuts in, claiming Matthew's mouth for his own before passing him back to Dominic. And so it goes, back and forth, the future Lord Bellamy shared like a communal cup of ale.

"You see, Dominic," Christopher murmurs, "there is no need for worry. I do not wish to take your master from you. All I want is to share him for a little while."

He slips a hand beneath Matthew's shirt and the master moans and reaches out, palming Christopher's prick with one hand and Dominic's with the other.

"See how he wants us," Christopher says, "see how he wants us both. Your master may look and sound like a gentleman, Dominic, but, in truth, he is little more than a common whore."

Matthew jumps and moans at this and Christopher chuckles softly. He guides them out of the drawing room, across the hall and into a bedroom. Servant and tutor work together, removing Matthew's clothes, then their own. They take him to bed and share him, as Christopher promised they would. Dominic touches and kisses Matthew's neck and chest, tongue and fingers teasing nipples. Christopher busies himself between Matthew's legs, kissing and licking the master's stiff prick.

Dominic watches Christopher finger Matthew's arsehole. The sight of the master being pleasured by someone else is strangely compelling. Matthew pulls Dominic's face to his and their tongues join in the old, familiar dance. Then Christopher is nudging Dominic away, his touch gentle, yet insistent. The tutor covers Matthew and enters him in one smooth, efficient movement.

Matthew's eyes roll back in his head as he is fucked, Christopher's first, slow, gentle thrusts quickly giving way to something more primal. He reaches out blindly, searching for Dominic and Dominic is there. He takes Matthew's hand in his and squeezes as he watches his master receive a hard and thorough pounding.

The servant's prick is throbbing, aching for attention and Dominic slides his free hand between his legs. Just as he begins to stroke himself, though, Christopher groans, a low sound halfway between pain and pleasure, and pours himself into Dominic's master. He pulls out and rolls off, leaving Matthew unsatisfied, panting for more. Christopher laughs at Matthew's predicament.

"Need more, do you, Matthew? One prick not enough for you? What a greedy little slut you are."

Christopher crooks a finger at Dominic.

"Your master needs you, Dominic."

The servant mounts his master and pushes inside a back passage already slippery with another man's juices. He moves carefully at first, acutely aware of the third man avidly watching his performance. But then master and servant  fall into their old, familiar pattern and the world around them ceases to exist. Dominic does not feel Christopher's eyes upon him or take note of how the other man's prick is already becoming stiff. All he sees and feels and hears is Matthew. The way is always has been, the way it always should be.

When it is over all three man adjourn to a nearby bathroom, wash themselves and, when they are clean, they go back to bed. Dominic winds up in the middle, a naked man on either side. Christopher reaches over and flicks Dominic's nipple, making the boy jump and gasp.

"You really are a perfect specimen, Dominic," he says, "will you let me have you? Just this once?"

Dominic looks to his master for guidance. Matthew smiles.

"You do not need my permission. The decision is yours to make, Dominic."

The servant thinks about it. One part of him wants to say no, wants nothing more to do with this strange man. But a larger part is curious, wonders how it would be with someone other than Matthew. He looks at Christopher and nods, giving permission. Before he can even begin to have second thoughts, Christopher's tongue is in his mouth. Any doubts Dominic might have are soon melted in the fire of the other man's passion.

Dominic is soon lying on his side, facing Matthew. He feels Christopher's fingers pulling his cheeks apart, feels the other man's breath, hot and heavy, at his entrance. He moans and lifts his leg slightly, giving Christopher better access.

"Oh, you have been thoroughly corrupted," Christopher marvels.

He slides his tongue inside Dominic and, at the same time, Matthew reaches down and takes his servant in hand. The boy wails, overwhelmed. He has never felt anything like this, the experience so intense it makes him light-headed. But then Christopher's prick takes the place of his tongue, Matthew's mouth replaces his hand and Dominic and any semblance of coherent thought. He is lost, floating in the fog of pure sensation as the two men share him. He floats, floats...

When Dominic comes to his senses he is in Matthew's arms. Christopher has fetched a damp cloth from the bathroom and is cleaning the mess between Dominic's cheeks. Dominic pays no attention to the tutor and his actions. He clings to his master and Matthew cuddles him and croon softly. Dominic yawns and then he is falling into a deep sleep, his sleepless night and the exertions of the afternoon finally catching up with him. Matthew pulls the sheet around him and holds him tight. Christopher props himself up on one elbow and watches Matthew fuss over his servant.

"Why Matthew, I do believe you are in love with this boy."

Matthew's arms tighten around his servant.

"Yes, Christopher, I love him. What of it?"

"Foolish, Matthew, very foolish."

"Who are you to speak of foolishness? I bring my servant to our meeting and you take it as an invitation to a threesome!"

"I heard no objections from you."

"That is beside the point. You had no way of knowing Dominic and I were ... intimate. He might have been nothing more than a servant."

Christopher laughs softly.

"Come now, Matthew. I knew you were much more than master and servant. I have always known."

"How did you know? How could you know?"

"I read the letters you sent to me. A brief mention of a new servant in one letter would be one thing. Devoting at least half a page to him in every single letter you send me, well, that is something else entirely."

Matthew blinks and Christopher laughs again.

"You did not even know you were doing it, did you?"

"No, I did not."

"You see? Foolish. More than foolish, reckless, to foul your own doorstep in such a manner. A servant in your father's house. For shame, Matthew."

"I know, but," Matthew pauses for a moment to gather his thoughts, "I had been home for three weeks. On my best behaviour, trying to be the good son, the dutiful one, ignoring my mother and her frosty silences and spiteful remarks. And when I saw Dominic, when he came into my room that day, well, I simply could not resist."

"i can understand that," Christopher runs a hand over Dominic's flank, "yes, I most certainly can understand that. But you should have exercised a little restraint. Allowed yourself one brief dalliance and then sent the boy on his way, threatened or bribed him into holding his tongue."

"I confess, that was my original intention. But I could not do it, could not simply have him once and then never lay eyes on him again. I needed to have him by my side."

"And now you are in love with him."

"I am."

"Well, Matthew, you know what I would advise."

"Yes, I know."

Dominic whimpers and shivers in his sleep. His master strokes his hair and croons to him until he settles. Matthew looks at his tutor and sighs.

"I will not give him up, Christopher. I am weighed down by other people's expectations. My father and his associates need me to restore the family reputation, repair all the damage done by my brother. Charlotte and Emily want the brotherly affection they never received from Paul. And my mother wants me to step aside and let Paul take what she believes to be rightfully his. Everyone wants something from me."

Matthew looks down at his servant, his expression soft and loving.

"But not Dominic. I would move Heaven and Earth to make him happy, and he asks for nothing."

"Well, what did you expect?" Christopher is amused, "he is a servant, Matthew. He was raised to serve his betters, not to have them cater to his every whim."

"You may be right, but that does not change anything. I cannot give him up. I need him, Christopher. He is my light."

"You will keep him, then?"

"I will. I want him by my side, until the day I die."

"How romantic. You and your sweet boy. So tell me, Matthew, will you have Dominic serve food to the guests at your wedding? Will he wait for you in your bedroom while you visit your wife's?"

"I..."

"You had not thought about this?"

"I did not want to think about it."

"I am sure, but ignoring it will not make it go away."

Matthew passes a hand across his eyes.

"It is an impossible situation, Matthew, " Christopher says gently, "you must see that. If you really love him, you will send him away."

"What would you have me do, Christopher? Discard him like an old coat? Throw him out onto the streets to starve?"

"No, of course not."

"What would you have me do, then?"

"Give him to me."

Matthew's hold on his servant tightens and his expression turns sullen and greedy, the face of a child who wants all the cake for himself. Christopher makes a placatory gesture.

"I did not mean it like that, Matthew. I do not want your servant for myself. But I could help him take the first steps on the path to a better life. He looks like a bright little chap. Can he read and write?"

"Yes, he can."

"Excellent. I could take him back to Vienna with me. He could be tutored until he is ready for a place at a university. You would support him, pay for his education?"

"You know I would."

"Then do it. If you really love him, Matthew, set him free."

"I need to think about this, Christopher, and speak with Dominic."

"Do that, Matthew, and do not delay."