Wilde Delights

A/N: I took some historical liberties....I trust you\'ll for give me.


“She’s pregnant,” Aubrey said somberly, looking out the bay window onto the front lawns.

“Who?” Cassian looked up from his book, clearly unsure why Aubrey was telling him this and how it applied to him. He ran a hand through his already tousled curls, knowing just how beguiling it made him look.

“My wife, Cassian. You know- Livia? You should know; you were at our wedding. She was the one at the front of the church with a huge bouquet and the weeping mother. Remember?” Aubrey was anxious and he always got snippy when he was anxious.

“....Ooh.” It then occurred to Cassian that congratulations were probably in order, but by the time he remembered it was too late for them to sound genuine, and Aubrey didn’t want to hear them anyway, so he let them slide.

“A baby...” Aubrey said it the same way most people say “Djibouti,” that is, something completely foreign and not just a little bit strange.

“Cheer up, old boy. Maybe now your father will stop harassing you for an heir. You’ve ensured the safety of the St.Cyr line and all that. You should be proud, you virile thing you.”

“Cassian, please don’t jest. I’m not up to it.”

Cassian sobered seeing the seriousness in his lover’s dark eyes. He rose, setting his book aside and came to stand at the window. “Why so glum? What’s going through that brain of yours?” He tapped on Aubrey’s brow lightly.

“This changes things,” Aubrey said resting his head on the costly glass. “It changes us.”

“Surely not,” Cassian whispered, leaning in to rest his chin on the taller man’s shoulder. “Let’s see: Do I still love you? Hmm.” He paused as though considering it. “Yes...yes, I rather think I do. Do you still love me?”

Aubrey rolled his eyes at his lover’s antics. “Despite myself, yes.” He caught his breath as Cassian’s clever hand found its way under the tails of his coat to run upward along the back of his thigh.

“Well then, do I still desire you?” He pressed his lips against Aubrey’s, tracing Aubrey’s lips with his tongue experimentally. “I suppose that I do. Do you still desire me?” His hand worked around to Aubrey’s front, inside Aubrey’s drop-front trousers. “Why yes ” Cassian said in mock surprise, gripping Aubrey’s erection. “If this,” he gave it a slow squeeze, “Is any indication.”

“Cassian, stop,” Aubrey said heavily, “The servants-”

“You want me to stop?” Cassian sighed dramatically. “Your wish is my command,” and he released his grip. Aubrey let out in involuntary groan of protest.

“Perhaps you should reconsider your wish,” Cassian said throatily, pulling Aubrey’s elaborate cravat- which had taken his manservant a good twenty minutes to tie- away and placing wet kisses along his collarbone.

“Good God, Cassian,” Aubrey moaned, tangling elegant fingers in Cassian’s golden locks.

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes,’” Cassian said, resuming his ministration.

“No,” Aubrey said this time managing to muster some sort of conviction. He pushed Cassian away gently but with determination. “Lord, you really are shameless. Anyone could walk in on us here.”

“I thought you were the only one with the key to your study,” Cassian’s eyes narrowed.

“Well, yes, but it would be suspicious and the servants already speculate. And you are not the most, ah, discrete shall we say? Your yowling rattles glass, man.”

Cassian almost looked chagrined but the twinkle in his eye betrayed the false embarrassment.

“I do solemnly swear to be quiet and the very soul of discretion. May God strike me dead if so much as a moan pass these lips.” Cassian raised his right hand and held out the left for the key.

“It’s not the moan God will be striking you dead for,” Aubrey said drily, handing over the key resignedly.

Cassian grinned as he quickly closed and locked the study door. “What’s one more sin? If you’re going to go to hell you might as well earn it.” He tossed the key onto the nearby desk. And stalked over to Aubrey, a hungry look on his face. Before he could capture his quarry, though, Aubrey held up a hand.

“The drapes,” he hissed.

With extremely cross look, Cassian circled the room drawing the curtains of what he considered to be an excessive number of windows. “What architect would put this many bloody windows in a study?”

“Hush, you. You talk too much, did your mother ever tell you that?”

“Yes, sir, she did,” Cassian finally captured Aubrey in his arms, backing him onto the chaise lounge at the far end of the room. “And do you know they only she found to shut me up?”

Aubrey shook his head, sinking down on to the lounge, “Tell me how such a thing might be accomplished.”

“She’d have to put something in my mouth,” Cassian said, keeping his tone innocent. “Only way.”

Aubrey raised an eyebrow. “Well, if that’s the only way, that’s the only way. I’ll do what I must.”

Cassian nodded sagely. “We all have our crosses to bear.” He undid the buttons on the front of Aubrey’s pants, freeing his erection. He ran his fingers lightly down the hot flesh; Aubrey shivered. Cassian grinned; he loved making Aubrey squirm. He leaned over breathing on the flushed organ and kneaded the inside of Aubrey’s firm thighs.

“Curse you, you cruel son of a bitch,” Aubrey panted heavily, on this side of coherency, but only just. Cassian would fix that.

He pinched Aubrey’s thigh sharply; Aubrey jerked as though burned. “Cruel am I?” Cassian mouthed, his lips just touching the head of Aubrey’s dick. He flicked his tongue out, tracing the edge. Aubrey moaned when Cassian took him in his mouth, pumping down his length first slowly then faster as Aubrey urged him on, his hands on the back of Cassian’s head, pushing down, impaling him. He relaxed his throat, taking in Aubrey’s full length.

A knock came at the door. “Master?” Cassian didn’t so much as pause. “The Marquess of Salisbury is here to see you, sir.”

Aubrey wasn’t capable of speech; he groaned deeply.

“Are you alright, sir?”

Aubrey came with a shudder, spilling himself into Cassian’s welcoming mouth. Cassian swallowed neatly, pulling back to rest his chin on Aubrey’s knee and looking very pleased with himself.

“I’m alright, Manfred,” Aubrey called, a little unsteadily. “I just need to finish a few things here and I’ll be right there. Show the marquess into the front parlor, please.”

“Very good, sir.” They heard Manfred’s retreating footsteps through the heavy door. Aubrey heaved a sigh of relief and sat up; Cassian laughed, partly at Aubrey’s expression and partly because he liked getting away with things.

“Ye gods, Cassian, you think you’re very clever but we could have been caught,” Aubrey said rising and refastening the front of his trousers.

“What? Afraid people will learn the Duke St.Cyr buggers boys?” Cassian drawled with a raised eyebrow, leaning back on the chaise lounge.

“Yes ” Aubrey snapped, vainly trying to straighten his cravat and smooth his black hair into its ponytail. “It’s not exactly something the ton looks kindly on.”

Cassian rose and arranged the silk of Aubrey’s cravat. “Hush now,” he soothed. “No one knows. Not even your darling wife.” He brushed a strand of dark hair back and kissed Aubrey softly. “Don’t fret, love.”

The tension around Aubrey’s eyes eased and he smiled. “How would I get on without you?”

“Very poorly, I suspect,” Cassian said, his blue eyes very serious. He gave Aubrey’s waist coat a last tug and shoved him toward the door. “Now go be lordly.”