***Time Stamp: Two Years Later***



"Good night Robert."

Gerard said quietly as he finished another long day's work and headed back toward his quarters. He was exhausted and was barely even standing at this point...he would not have the energy to wash up properly, and was just glad that his mother had stopped complaining about the soot he would inevitably leave on his threadbare sheets when he crashed into his bed at night.

He didn't mind the work that much, but Robert was a hard taskmaster, and too hands-on for Gerard's liking.

Gerard limped stiffly toward his room. Robert went particularly hard on him today, despite the younger boy's protests. He turned a corner and saw the young Master Iero coming the other way. He internally groaned, preparing himself for the bile he was about to receive.

"Well if not isn't our resident Cinderella. Did you leave a trail of soot so I know where you were?"

Gerard kept his head down and stayed silent...he knew better than to answer by now. Frank smirked. He would push the boy, but it would get his suit dirty. Instead he up ended the dust bin that was nearby.

"Here Cinderella add this to your collection."

Gerard looked at the mess...the floor was still cleaner than he was.

"Don't just stand there. Clean up this mess before I tell my mother on you."

Gerard jumped slightly then dropped to his knees and started pushing the mess back into the bin, his eyes never leaving the floor to look up at his master.

"I'd tell you to shine my shoes while your down there, but you would just add more dirt."

Gerard hung his head more, standing the bin upright again as he finished. He stayed on his knees.

"You like that position huh? You must spend a lot of time in it. If you weren't so disgusting looking I might find a need for you to stay like that."

Gerard swallowed heavily, shrinking in on himself. Frank loved the power he had over the servants. He wielded it well too.

"Nope you’re too ugly to even be interesting to me."

Frank kicked the dust bin in the boy's face and then walked off laughing. Gerard's lip wobbled, but he bit down his tears and set to cleaning up the mess again...it wasn't like what Frank said was actually news to him.

After he'd done all he could, he climbed slowly to his feet and continued on to his room. Once inside, he stripped off his soot covered clothes, halfheartedly washed his face in the little sink in the corner, then collapsed onto his bed, falling asleep in seconds...face down in his britches.


***Time Stamp: One Week Later***


"G’rard. There's a prob'em in the south wing floo. Go check 're out."

Robert ducked his head back into the floo he was cleaning after shouting out orders to his apprentice.

"Yessir."

Gerard mumbled quietly before heading off across the house.

"Son, w'ere ya off ta?"

Donna was cleaning in the library as Gerard passed by with a few brushes over his shoulder. They made him look so small.

"The chimney in the South wing's blocked or somethin'...Robert told me t' check it."

"Alright dear, but mind the soot aye?"

"Yes ma."

Gerard grinned brightly through the soot that already covered most of his face, then carried on his way.

"Ah Gee, ya a sweet lad. Wish people could see ya for that."

Donna knew the jokes her son puts up with being a chimney sweep. She also knew that Robert kept him skinny to fit in the floo better. Still he was good at the job and had had minimal accidents in the last two years.

Gerard walked quietly along the back hallway toward the sitting room that the problem floo was in. When he walked into the room, he saw Frank and his friend Patrick sitting drinking something that he was almost certain was not tea.

He froze a foot inside the doorway.

"So I said that if you are not interested than I wasted my..."

Frank looked up from his conversation with his best friend to see the soot covered servant in front of them.

"Well Cinderella, to what do I owe this displeasure?"

"The floo sir..."

Gerard said quietly, his eyes on the floor.

"I was sent t' fix it."

"Well then why are you wasting time talking to me. Get to what you have to do."

"Yessir."

Gerard nodded, hurrying over toward the chimney with his head down.

"Why do you do that Frank?"

Patrick tutted.

"He's only doing his job."

"No Patrick he's talking about doing his job."

"You asked him!"

"So?"

Frank took a sip of his tea. He bit off his cookie and flicked the crumbs on the floor.

"So would you prefer him to answer your question, or ignore you and just start working?"

"Oh he knows better than to ignore me, right Cinderella?"

"Yessir."

Gerard mumbled with his head inside the chimney. Frank smirked. He stood up and walked over to the fireplace. He crouched down knowing that Patrick's face was not a happy one. Then he shouted.

"WHAT WAS THAT? I DIDN'T HEAR YOU CINDERELLA!"

Gerard straightened quickly, cracking the back of his head hard against the top of the opening.

"Ow!"

He yelped, grabbing his head and stumbling to his knees.

"Frank!"

Patrick admonished.

Frank laughed as the soot covered servant had more soot rain down upon him along with a carcass of a dead bird.

"Well, I guess you fixed the problem huh?"

"What's goin' on in 'ere?"

Robert walked in and saw Gerard on his knees covered in more soot and what looked like a dead seagull in his lap. He crossed quickly to the boy and pulled him up.

"So I see ya found the prob'em."

"He sure did."

Frank had fallen back into a chair from his giggling fit.

Patrick scowled at Frank.

"That wasn't nice Frank."

He muttered, sipping his tea.

Gerard's head hurt and he was sort of seeing double right now. His hand gripped at Robert’s arm for a moment to steady himself before he looked at the mess...and the bird.

"I'll clean it up sirs."

He said quietly as he moved to get down on his knees again and swayed unsteadily.

"I got this, go and get ya 'ead looked at by Elena."

"Yeah Cinderella, run to grandma."

"I'm alright..."

Gerard said, looking up at Robert.

"I can work."

Patrick stood up suddenly, walking over toward Gerard and Robert.

"Turn around..."

He said gently.

Gerard looked at him questioningly, then did as he was told.

Patrick brought a hand up to the back of the boy's head.

"You're bleeding..."

Gerard turned back to him, his hand going up to the back of his head...it felt wet. He brought his hand in front of his eyes and whimpered slightly.

"Go get yourself seen to. Robert?...take him, and send someone else to clean up."

"Patrick, you’re going to have to get your hand quarantined now. You got his nasty blood on you."

"Don't be an arse Frank..."

Patrick turned his head and snapped before looking back at Robert.

"Go on. Look after him..."

He smiled softly at Gerard.

"Feel better."

He ushered them out of the room then turned back to his friend.

"Why can't you be at least civil Frank? I don't understand your attitude sometimes."

He shook his head as he returned to his chair.

"Just having a little fun. So he got a scratch on his head, so what, he's just a servant, we will get another."

Frank grumbled as he ate another cookie.

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"There, that will do it."

Elena wound the bandage around her grandson's now clean head. She tucked it in lightly.

"Robert, would you be so kind as to look after him and not let him sleep for a bit."

"Sure Elena."

Robert laid a hand on the small of Gerard's back.

"Come on, I have just the thing to keep you awake and make you feel a little better."

Gerard swallowed subconsciously.

"Yessir..."

He said quietly, his eyes cast down.

"See you later grandma."

He allowed himself to be steered from the room.

Robert brought Gerard down the servant's quarters and past his room to Robert's room. He pointed to the chair by the fireplace and closed the door. He grabbed the bottle of whiskey that he had and poured some in a tumbler.

" 'ere, this will 'elp you stay awake."

Gerard sat obediently and accepted the glass. He took a sip and grimaced, placing the glass onto the little table next to him.

"I don't like it."

He said weakly.

"This might help."

Robert left the room and returned with chunks of ice from the ice box. He dropped them in the glass.

"When ya get older, yer will like it without the ice."

Gerard picked up the glass and took another small sip, shaking his head after...then regretting it as it sent dull spikes of pain through his skull.

"Don't think I'll ever like it."

He said sheepishly.

"Keep drinking it. It will start to make the pain go away."

Robert poured his own and sat across from the boy sipping his and making faces.

Gerard couldn't bare the taste, but Robert was right...it was helping with the pain.

Robert finished his glass. He poured another one and slipped his suspenders off. He then pulled off his white...well used to be white, undershirt. Gerard looked away, into the brightly crackling fire. His cheeks felt hot. Robert sipped another glass and then slipped off his soot covered trousers so that he was in nothing, but his britches now.

"Oi, that feels so good."

Gerard swallowed. He felt a little uncomfortable, but also like he wanted to look...the older man was bigger than him, with more muscles that he'd developed since he'd stopped going up the chimneys himself, many years ago now. He fought to keep his eyes away from the man's exposed skin. It wasn't right...it wasn't proper.

Robert stretched and cracked his back. He then looked up and smirked.

"Like what ya see boy? Yeah, I know ya do."

Gerard blushed, his eyes darting over then away again.

"Y' got muscles like the stable 'ands."

He commented quietly.

"Yer right I do..."

Robert put his drink down and walked over to the boy, standing in front of him.

"...and you like that don't ya. It turns ya on somethin'"

Gerard raised his eyes to meet Robert's.

"It shouldn't."

Robert looked down at the boy.

"Why not?"

"Cos it ain't proper."

Robert smirked and leaned over.

"I've seen the young master with many men."

Gerard's eyes widened.

"Ya...ya 'ave?!"

Robert breathed in the boy's ear.

"Oh yes and 'e was enjoying 'imself."

Gerard tilted his head slightly.

"Enjoyin' 'imself...how?"

"Why, the same way ya enjoys it wit' me lad."

Robert thrusted his hips slightly forward, Gerard swallowed and looked away.

"O-oh."

Robert took the glass out of the boy's hand.

"Come on Gee, let's give it a go shall we?"

He took the hand that was holding the glass and placed it on the waist of his britches.

Gerard chewed his lip a little.

"I'm still sore from last time."

"I'm just as 'appy wit' that sweet mouth ya got there."

Robert ran his thumb across Gerard's lips and pressed it in. He groaned as the boy licked it tentively.

"Please Luv, want ya so bad."

Gerard looked up into Robert's eyes.

"Ok."

He murmured quietly after a couple moments hesitation.

"That's a good lad. Get to it then."

Shaking slightly, Gerard took hold of the top of Robert's britches and pulled them down to reveal the older man's large and hard member. Gerard looked up at Robert's eyes, then back down before wrapping his small pale hand around the base of the shaft, and taking the tip into his mouth, sucking lightly.

"Oh, that feels so good lad. Yer so good wit' yer tongue."

Gerard removed his hand and placed it against Robert's thigh, then sunk down lower...just like Robert taught him to. He moved his other hand between his own legs, rubbing himself hard through his trousers.

"Take yers out and show me."

Gerard fumbled blindly with the string that held up his trousers, then pushed them down a little and fished his hard member out, shivering as the air touched the moist head. He wrapped his fingers around his shaft, and moaned around Robert's.

"That's it Luv, wanna see ya cum fer me."

Gerard fisted his cock quickly as he continued to bob his head and suck harder, hollowing his cheeks.

Robert loved watching the boy working his cock in and out of his small mouth. He could get off just on watching the boy as he fisted his cock in his small hands. It would not be much longer that he could hold on.

Gerard knew he was close. He stroked himself faster a half dozen more times...then he was cumming, his body jolting and spasming as he sucked harder than ever.

When the boy sucked hard, that is when Robert lost it and started to cum. He lost his balance and some of his cum sprayed the boy's face as he landed on his ass hard.

"Sorry Lad I..."

Robert looked up and saw that he had passed out. He chuckled as he stood up. He grabbed a wash rag and cleaned the boy off and then putting him together, brought him to his room to sleep off the night.

Notes

Hi there chipmunks...how's you?

So we gave you some Victorian smut...but not necessarily who you expected it to be.

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