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PROMPT POST PART IV
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(updated 6 June)
Welcome everybody. How you got here I have no idea but thank you for coming and welcome again, nonetheless . As you may have gathered this is a Fic Prompting Meme dedicated solely to the hilarious and oh-so-addictive BBC Radio 4 sitcom - Cabin Pressure. I'm aiming for this to be pretty anything goes - but in order for everything to run smoothly, there are a few guidelines. Don't worry - they're not too restrictive.
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Fill - Lord Crieff's Lover 9/15
Richardson had expected to have to take the young lord through each and every function of the house, but as soon as he managed to decipher the previous tennant's spindly writing, he had shown himself quite capable.
"Why do we need the wasteful expense of buying sugar when we keep bees?" The young lord had asked.
"The previous master of the house seemed quite partial of it, dispute what it did to his teeth, Sir."
"We pay for the privilege of locals hunts to come and decimate our game? How ridiculous!" Martin said soon after, scratching out a line with his quill.
"Topiary? Topiary? We spend how much on a Tapierist?"
"Yes, Sir, so the hedges on the drive look like swans. The previous tenant was quite fond of them."
"Well, I much prefer trees to look like trees and bushes to look like bushes," Martin said scribbling and recalculating.
Richardson had the sinking feeling the new occupant would be more miserly than the last when Martin turned the heavy page to the staff expenditure.
"By god, Richardson! Tell me there is a scribing mistake here! The wages for the scullery maid," Martin said, pointing. "And the head cook!"
"I assure you Sir, for those positions they are in fact quite low."
"Quite low?" Martin said scratching them out with his quill immediately.
"But Sir-"
"They need tripling immediately! The scullery maid must be scraping a living day to day. The girl must struggle to afford bread or a baked potato!"
Richardson was shocked, and immediately torn between gladly accepting the increases and his duty to steer his lord in the right direction.
"Sir, as welcome as that amount would be, it is now above the standard rate."
"Yes, about a quarter above by my calculations. Mary seems a dear girl and a hard worker from what I've seen of her. And my man Arthur could string me up Carolyn left and took her recipe for fruit cake with her!"
Richardson gaped. The last master of the house didnt know half the staff existed, never mind the scullery maid. And to know her name was unheard of.
Martin put down his quill and turned to his head of house.
"Richardson, the staff have been very welcoming to us, they work hard and should be rewarded for their efforts. This house would not be this house without them and I wish to ensure they have the incentive to stay."
"Very good, sir," Richards said, holding back a smile and failing.
"Right, well then - who's next? Ah, Dirk the gardener," Martin said, picking back up his quill.
"Yes Sir, and if I may say, he detests the topiary."
Fill - Lord Crieff's Lover 10/15
On arriving at Diego's hut he found no one there, but then heard a chopping of wood in the distance. The tied his horse and walked through the trees and bracken towards the sound.
There he found a lovely sight. In the broken sunlight streaming down though the canopy of trees Diego stood shirtless, muscles flexing as his body moved, swinging the axe down onto a fallen log.
Martin watched for a moment, remembering the feel of that soft, dark hair, the tautness of those muscled shoulders as he'd clung to them and even the scar across Diego's side and stomach gave him sense memories that made Martin start to swell in his breeches.
"Good morning," Martin announced and Diego stopped and looked up. He didn't, however, seem pleased to see his young lord.
"You raised my wages!" Diego said, clearly disgruntled.
Martin frowned and stepped forward. "I raised everyone's wages, it was long overdue."
He paused again when he saw the gamekeeper still looked unhappy.
"You gave me a weeks pay for nothing," Diego countered.
"It was an apology for not addressing the staff wages sooner. I gave everyone an extra weeks wages, not just you."
Martin stepped forward again, seeing Diego's face soften only slightly.
"You had a carpenter repair my hut," Diego said in an accusing manner, and Martin refrained from the smile he wanted to give. Diego's pout was as adorable as his accent
"I had a carpenter repair all of the huts of my staff who had huts," Martin said, stepping closer again.
"That's just me," Diego pointed out, frowning.
"So it is," Martin said with a smile, but Diego still seemed a little aloof.
"Douglas likes you," Diego said, looking away as Martin stepped over the wood he'd been chopping.
"I hope Richardson isn't the only one, but I'm currently not so sure," Martin teased. Surely Diego couldn't stay Mad at him for paying him more?
"I do not want charity or pity," Diego admitted quietly.
Martin stepped right into Diego personal space, the masculine scent of his heated body arousing Martin even more.
"I'm not giving you charity, Diego," Martin said softly. "I'm giving you me."
Diego's dark eyes came straight back to his and a moment later the game keepers mouth was on him. Martin grinned into the kiss as his lover once again became demanding and possessive, arms wrapping around him and controlling the kiss. Obviously he was forgiven for the wage rise.
Martin's amusement seemed infectious and Diego laughed against Martin's jaw and neck as he pulled impatiently at Martin's clothes. By the time Diego pulled him down into the ferns, he was wearing only his boots and a grin.
Diego lay over him, his tongue exploring Martin's mouth and Martin luxuriated at the weight pressing against his body. His hands scrabbled at the younger man's breaches, wiggling the too tight trousers off the man's hips with such difficulty they both began to giggle.
Martin got them down to Diego's thighs and and gave up, happy enough at the feel of their hot erections pressed together.
Diego braced himself and thrust hard against Martin's abdomen, trapping his cock and sliding it against his own.
"Can I pleasure you like this? My hut is too far away and I need you now," Diego said, his laughing turning to panting as he thrust again.
"Yes, god, yes," Martin answered, he swung a booted leg over Diego's buttocks and pressed him tighter as his servant rutted against him.
"Harder," he pleaded.
Diego pressed himself tighter against Martin and quickened his thrusts, their aroused emissions encouraging the wet slide between them.
"Martin," Diego gasped. "My Martin." Diego thrusts sped up and Martin arched up against him and came with a keening cry.
Martin was gasping from the climax and from the slumped game keeper over his body when he recovered.
"Did you? Do you want my mouth on you?" Martin asked, a little embarrassed his awareness had fizzled to nothing during his release.
"Your pleasure triggered mine. We came together," Diego said smiling again and propping himself up on his forearms.
Martin smiled, pleased, and Diego kissed him softly before rolling to his side. They recovered slowly, warm enough in the sunshine and happily hidden from view in the ferns that cushioned Martin's back.
Martin's hands caressed Diego's body, smiling again as he came to the trousers still caught on the younger man's thighs.
"Do you wear such tight garments to tease me?" Martin asked with a laugh.
"My old clothes no longer fit me. I bulked up a bit in the war. I was as scrawny as you when I left," Diego teased, earning himself a half hearted wrestle form Martin. Their stomachs pressed together again and Martin pulled a face.
"We're filthy, and it's cold" Martian moaned, his hand finding the stickiness of their mixed come.
Diego grabbed a handful of ferns and cleaned them the best he could before pulling Martin up to his feet. "Come with me."
Diego led Martin to a nearby stream with a rock pool that kept the water at waist depth. The very stream Martin had been looking for when he had found Diego.
"I bathe here," Diego explained as he pulled off his clothes. As soon as Martin's boots were off he was dragged into the cool water and onto Diego's lap.
They visited the pool again before the day was out, having spent the afternoon again in the gamekeepers bed.
Martin went home tired and pleasantly sore, but immaculately clean.
Fill - Lord Crieff's Lover 11/15
Diego lay with his head on his shoulder and they snoozed in each others arms after Diego had turned onto his knees and encouraged Martin to take him.
His fingers caresses softly into the dark hair of his sleeping servant. "I have fallen in love with you," Martin whispered, needing to say it, even if his lover slept.
Martin was surprised and caught out when the dark head immediately rose and brown eyes sought his.
"More than the wife that carries your child?" Diego asked. Martin stared at him.
"Forgive me!" Diego said instantly.
Diego turned his head away looking flushed and miserable.
Martin smiled. "Could it be that you love me too?"
Diego turned back and pressed his face into Martin's neck. A moment later Martin both felt and heard a mumbled 'Yes'.
"Then I should probably let you in on a little secret - it is not my child she carries."
Diego's head popped up, the game keeper pushing the floppy dark hair out of his eyes.
"I know this for certain," Martin continued, "because I have never lain with her."
Diego's eyes widened. "But how?"
"Oh, the child will be my heir, and I will be the father for all the world to see, rather than the man she actually shares her bed with - Arthur, my man-servant."
Martin laughed happily at Diego's expression and he rolled Diego onto his back in the fur, lying over him.
"They are both my dear friends and they both know my true nature. I wed Charlotte so that she could be with Arthur and I would remain above suspicion. In fact," Martin said, kissing the end of Diego's nose. "I was entirely pure before you molested me in the woods."
Diego grinned.
"You're looking far too happy with yourself considering I've just informed you that you robbed me of my virginity."
Diego rolled them back over and pinned Martin's wrists over him head. He had a feral look in his eye that Martin now associated with mind-numbing pleasure.
He pressed his swelling erection against Martin's naked thigh. "It makes me want to defile you all over again."
Martin grinned in return. "I was hoping you'd say that."
When evening threatened to close in, Martin kissed Diego goodbye with regret, their confessions making their bond tighter.
"I must go into town tomorrow for business and then my uncle visits the day after, I may not be able to see you until Monday, but I will be thinking of you every moment."
"Come to me if you get chance." Diego said and kissed him fair-well.
Fill - Lord Crieff's Lover 12/15
Martin went to the door, checked the hallway outside was clear and then turned back to his friends, closing the door securely behind him
"I have met someone," Martin announced to his friends.
"A man?" Arthur asked.
"I should hope so," Charlotte answered with a smile, "or I shall feel the need to be jealous for the sake of propriety."
Martin smiled at her.
"In town yesterday? One of the gentlemen we dealt with?" Arthur asked, curious.
"No... He's not a gentleman," Martin admitted.
"Who then?" Charlotte asked, casting aside her book and sitting on the edge of her seat.
Martin took a deep breath. "His name is Diego Harris and he's our gamekeeper."
Arthur raised an eyebrow. "The Spaniard?"
"Oh, how exotic and romantic," Charlotte said. "And have you been having carnal thoughts about him from the privacy of your room?" she teased, earning herself a second raised eyebrow Arthur. Between the two of them it was amusing that Arthur was much more the prude than the lady.
Martin's mouth twitched and he flushed red. "I've been having carnal thoughts about him from the privacy of his bed."
"That explains the sudden interest in game shooting!" Charlotte laughed.
"But he's the game keeper!" Arthur said.
"Yes, a paid servant!" Charlotte pointed out to her lover, who suddenly realised his hypocrisy.
"Ah, yes. Excellent choice, my lord," Arthur suddenly agreed.
"I have not seen him for almost two days," Martin said to Charlotte, knowing he'd get more understanding from her.
"Then visit him!" Charlotte encouraged. "If anyone asks I'll say you've gone to collect wild flowers for me. Arthur brought me some this morning, I can pretend they're from you."
"They're in the bedroom! Hide them in my bag as you go out," Arthur suggested.
"Yes... Yes," Martin said eagerly, the though of seeing Diego too attractive to refuse.
"Young love," Arthur commented sarcastically when Martin dashed out of the room without saying goodbye.
"Oh, be quiet, my love."
Fill - Lord Crieff's Lover 13/15
Their mouths were joined as Diego backed him to the bed, words not necessary as clothes were shed and discarded on the wooden floor.
After almost two days and on limited time, Martin was glad Diego had no interest in conversation and was more than encouraging when Diego decided to take him roughly in the fur.
Martin's mistake came when he curled to Diego's side, letting his head rest on his lovers shoulder to regain his breath after a hard, blinding climax. Or rather, the actual mistake came by letting himself close his eyes in the warmth of his lover's embrace.
Neither man, in their slumber, heard the second horse, but both awoke abruptly as the door swung open.
Both men froze in terror as the figure stepped into the lamp light.
"Your uncle has arrived, Sir," Richardson said, his face serious. His glance moved quickly to Diego and then back to Martin as they lay naked in each others arms. "Your man is out searching for you. He went towards to the west of the house, I suggest you intercept him on your horse while I return to the house."
With that, the man left abruptly, the door swinging shut behind him. The young lord and his lover only gaining sense enough to move once they heard Richardson's horse ride away.
"Oh, God!" Diego said covering his face. "He won't tell anyone, don't you think?"
Martin jumped up and scrambled into his clothes. "I don't- I don't know."
"What would happen?" Diego said, distraught, as Martin sat back on the bed and pulled on his boots quickly.
He turned and pressed a hand to Diego's cheek. "I won't let anything happen to you. I promise."
With that, Martin pressed a kiss to Diego's lips and left the hut just minutes after Richardson.
He found Arthur wondering around in the woods calling his name, just where Richardson said he would be.
"Martin!" Arthur exclaimed as soon as he saw him. "Where have you been? Your uncle has arrived and Charlotte is fretting!"
"I know," he said stretching out a hand for Arthur to climb onto the back of his horse. "Richardson discovered us."
"When you say 'discovered'?" Arthur asked.
"In his bed," Martin clarified with a worried look to his friend.
"Dear god," Arthur exclaimed as Martin set off towards the house.
Fill - Lord Crieff's Lover 14/15
Richardson appeared from the side of the room and took his riding jacket, his face unreadable as he went about his duty. "I will inform the kitchens you are ready to eat," Richardson murmured as he folded the jacket and collected Arthur's from him. Arthur took his place at the door, ready for his lord to call on him and he glanced over at Charlotte, unable to hide the worry from his face.
"Taking to hunting at long last! Good to hear it. And think nothing of it my dear boy, your delightful wife has been entertaining us."
The evening progressed predictably, despite Lord Crieff's poor dinner dress and the worried looks his wife kept throwing to both him and Arthur.
Richardson, unusually, had left overseeing the dinner service to one of the other servants and this only added to Martin's anxiety. Could the man no longer even look at him? Had he gone to deal with Diego - to fire him? Surely he couldn't do that without his consent.
Martin considered sending a message to Diego, but that would arouse further suspicion and in truth, as yet, he had no comfort for the man.
Charlotte, being the only lady at the table, excused herself as dinner finished and his uncle made noises about brandy and cigars in the library.
"What is the matter? You look positively ill!" Charlotte whispered as Martin walked her out of the dining room.
"We will tell you later," Martin whispered back and unable to argue, Charlotte retired to their rooms.
It was a torturous two more hours before Martin's uncle was ready to turn in. Wary, but glad to escape, Arthur and Martin retired upstairs to their rooms.
Just as he approached the door to his marital rooms and Arthur approached his room, they heard someone approach.
Martin turned and came face to face with Richardson and Martin felt so terrified he though he was going to vomit.
He felt Arthur, faithful Arthur, step closer to him.
"Your Lordship, if I could spare a moment. I have not had the proper opportunity to explain my position here at the house."
"Ermm, I err... Oh, god!" Martin spluttered in blind panic. He felt Arthur's hand fall onto his shoulder in silent support.
"I think you misunderstand me, Sir. This is a very loyal household and you, my lordship, are the master of this house."
Douglas looked between the mortified manservant and the trembling master of the house before continuing in his calm and quiet voice. "The existing arrangements have been quietly acknowledged will remain the business of the house and the house alone. And if it's not too imprudent for me to say, Sir, you have won many hearts below stairs with your commitment to the happiness of your wife."
Arthur looked shocked for a moment but relieved a moment later when Richardson gave him a quiet nod.
Martin held his breath and waited for Richardson to mention what he had seen, but that didn't come.
"As such, Sir, I would advise you to abed on the door to the right this evening. Goodnight Mr Shappey."
Martin nodded, and Arthur, with a glance and nod from Martin, reached with a shaking hand for the doorknob and disappeared into Charlotte's room.
"Good night, then," Martin said, with a nod and a sick feeling still in his stomach. He approached the door to the room Arthur usually entered, wondering why Richardson hasn't said anything more.
Perhaps, he silently hoped, he would stay quiet. Perhaps he could risk further visits to Diego.
"Good night, Sir," Richardson said with a nod and walked away.
Martin let out a deep breath in relief and opened the door.
The door swung shut behind him as Martin stared open mouthed at his bed.
"Martin," Diego said with a happy smile and a thick accent.
Martin blinked in disbelief. "Diego!" he exclaimed, turning back to the door as if passing people would see the man in his bed.
The naked man in his bed, he realised as Diego sat, reaching for him, and letting the sheets pool down to his waist.
"Calm yourself!" Diego said, making Martin realise he was breathing hard, trying to figure out how he could smuggle his lover safely from his bed without being seen by the household.
"Come here," Diego beckoned and Martin staggered forward. Taken by the sight of this beautiful man him his bed, despite the danger it presented.
He took his lover's hand and sat on the bed.
"Richardson came to me an hour after you left. I couldn't let anything happen to you, so I confessed to him my love for you and swore I would tell people I forced myself on you if he gave up our secret."
"Oh, you fool," Martin said, bringing up Diego's hands to kiss them, his love for this man bubbling over. He kissed Diego's face before Diego interrupted him.
"He spoke harshly to me, but not for the reason you think. He was angry that I had doubted him. You see he knew my mother well and he had promised her as she died to look out for me."
Martin breathed out in relief and leant forward, pulling Diego into his arms and breathing into the comfort of his neck.
"He told me that our secret will be safe with the house and if you want me, I may share your bed in safety."
Martin tightened his hold on his lover and didn't attempt to stem the tears that streamed down his face and onto his lover's neck.
Fill - Lord Crieff's Lover 15/15
Martin's uncle smiled broadly as he looked across line of children presented to him. The eldest at three and a half, Martin's son and heir, Arthur, stood proud under the scrutiny. Beside him, his sister, clutching tightly onto his hand waved over at Martin's man-servant stood by the door.
"Concentrate, child," her nurse, Mary, whispered. She held in her arms their other son, while Charlotte stayed seated, heavily pregnant with their forth child.
"A great continuation of the Crieff name, my boy. Well done! And all a picture of their father!"
Martin, Charlotte and Mary kept their faces straight, while out of his uncle's line of sight the servant's lips twitched and Richardson dropped a silver tray at the other end of the dining table.
The eldest boy and girl kissed Martin good night and then their mother, and Martin called over to Arthur, who smiled at the call. "Arthur, would help Mary take the children up."
"Of course, Sir," he said and led the children out. Martin saw, over his uncle's shoulder, Arthur raise his son and namesake onto his shoulders as the dining room door closed.
An hour later, Charlotte bid Martin and his uncle goodnight and an hour after that, his uncle finished his final glass of wine.
"Your wife has arranged a horse for you at the kitchen door, Sir," Richardson said quietly as he collected their glasses.
Martin acknowledged him with a grateful smile as his uncle got to his feet and announced his intention to turn in. Bidding him goodnight he turned to the kitchens.
The kitchen was still a buzz of activity but Carolyn was there to hand him a packed dinner for Diego. He gave her a cheeky kiss on the cheek with titters from the maids and she smacked him playfully on the arm.
"Off with you. I'll have Arthur collect you at dawn," she said openly with a well humored grin.
He bowed to the ladies and escaped the house and mounted his horse.
The rouse wasn't entirely necessary - Diego had previously slept in their bed, as he usually did, while his uncle had visited.
But his uncle now knew Diego as the gamekeeper after the day's hunt, and a gamekeeper was a little more difficult to explain wandering the house than any other type of servant.
Besides, Martin thought as he came into sight of the hut, windows glowing with warm, inviting lamp-light. It had been a while since Diego had laid him down in the fur.
The End.
Re: Fill - Lord Crieff's Lover 15/15
(Anonymous) 2012-04-21 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Fill - Lord Crieff's Lover 15/15
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(Anonymous) 2012-04-23 07:06 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Fill - Lord Crieff's Lover 15/15
Oh, I adored this!
*applauds*