Chapter Ten
DARCY SLUMPED IN the chair, his wife still in his lap, and his cock slithered out of her as it softened. He was out of breath.
Wickham sank into a chair next to them.
Elizabeth mewled, curling up against his chest, hiding her face against him as if she was ashamed of herself.
He clutched her against him. “Hush, my sweet one, it’s all right,” he murmured. He chuckled. “You’ll need a bath, I imagine, and your dress is likely ruined.”
She moaned into him.
“Don’t worry,” said Wickham. “The servants will be expecting it, Lizzy.”
She let out another moan. “Oh, God, they all know?”
“No, no,” said Wickham. “They know nothing. But I told them that extra amounts of bathing and the like might be necessary, even at odd times.” He stretched.
His prick was still out, his trousers undone.
Darcy gazed at the other man’s nakedness idly, thinking of how long it had been since he’d put his mouth on Wickham and wondering at himself because he sort of missed it.
He had not thought his interest in this activity had much to do with Wickham himself, but he had to admit that whatever Elizabeth had said to him this morning had given him pause. Were they truly paying more attention to each other than to any woman they shared?
She squirmed and lifted her head to look at Wickham. “What have you told the servants?”
“Nothing for you to worry about, Lizzy,” he said, giving her a fond smile. “What is best is for you to change your dress and take your bath and be ready to be used thoroughly later on today, because I am certain your husband and I will be eager for it.”
Elizabeth blushed, but she was smiling. “It’s awful, and I am awful. I do not know what is wrong with me. I don’t think I should enjoy it, but there is something about it that makes me ever so excited, I must say.”
“Something about what?” said Darcy, stroking a hand over her neck.
She turned to look at him. “You like it, too,” she whispered.
“You are aroused by having him… sully me. You like that I’m your wife and he’s just standing over me, jerking his spend out of his prick onto me.
You said it, didn’t you? It’s the same thing as his getting me with child giving you a cockstand. ”
Darcy’s lips parted. He looked over at Wickham who dragged a hand over his face.
Elizabeth looked at Wickham too and then back at him. “Are we not to speak of it? Is it so very shameful that we all indulge in it when we are trying to climax, but that we otherwise pretend we don’t feel it?”
“Lizzy, you don’t enjoy being sullied,” said Wickham in a low voice.
“She does,” said Darcy. He kissed her jaw. “You’re right. I like it, too.”
She gave him a grateful look.
“I think it is a common… part of this,” said Darcy with a shrug. “It is nothing to be ashamed of. There is an element of this which is about taking or being taken, and people may enjoy one or the other, or may enjoy both. I think George enjoys taking more.”
Wickham sat up straight. “You don’t allow me to take anything,” he said gruffly. “You are the one doing the taking.”
“What am I taking?”
“You took her from me, didn’t you?” Wickham gestured to Elizabeth.
“Yesterday, you said it was better I was married to him anyway,” said Elizabeth.
Wickham’s shoulders slumped.
“I don’t wish to take things from you, George, not truly. Here, with this, we are sort of playing, you know. Your spend does not truly degrade her. It washes off.”
“Yes, unless I spill it in her cunny and seed her with my degenerate spawn,” said Wickham quietly.
Darcy sighed. “I am not…” He lifted a shoulder.
“This is a matter you must have the ultimate say in, Lizzy, but if you would like to have one or two of George’s children, I shan’t mind.
Just not first. Just not the heir. I can’t leave Pemberley to someone who isn’t a Darcy, you understand, George, but I should be quite happy to claim your children as mine, if… ”
They were both looking at him in astonishment.
“I’m quite getting ahead of myself,” he said.
Elizabeth lifted her chin. “You expect this arrangement with the three of us to be prolonged, then?”
“Well, we married you,” said Darcy with a shrug, smiling at her. “And you are so… well, perfect.”
She flushed again, ducking down her head.
“I do not mean to compare you or to make you feel jealous,” he said, pressing his mouth to her shoulder.
“For I know you have never done any of this, and we are the only men to have touched you, and it may not feel fair that we have had experiences without you, but I do wish you to know that I don’t think we’ve ever been with someone who… ”
“What?” she said.
“It doesn’t bother you to hear?” he said. “About women in the past?”
“I know there were women in the past,” she said. “You would not like me the same if you had not deflowered me. That is part of our special bond, is it not, that you have sullied me together, trained me to enjoy your deviant practices?”
He nodded, smiling at her. “Just so.” He kissed her shoulder again. “With women, it seems often that they want one or the other of us, and I suppose, I have always thought it was George, but you said he thinks they all want me?”
“What?” said Wickham, raising his head.
“So, I wonder, perhaps it isn’t that at all, perhaps they have wanted neither of us. But you, Lizzy, there is something about you that makes you eager for us, seemingly for both of us, or perhaps for the experience itself, I know not,” he said.
She flushed again. “I did think that I was a bit too adventuresome, and that I was saddling myself with an awful future because of my shameful lusts.”
“No,” he said. “No terrible future. What makes you think this?”
“There is no future, Fitz,” broke in Wickham.
He focused on the other man.
“You are ever so idiotic sometimes.”
“You know, if I were really so tyrannical and controlling as you say, I should not allow you to speak to me like that,” said Darcy mildly.
“Will you introduce her to your family? Take her to balls? Tell everyone, ‘Oh, yes, here is my new wife. She has an uncle living on Gracechurch Street’?”
Elizabeth stiffened on his lap.
“And this is to say nothing of where I fit into it,” said Wickham. “You wish me to have my children from your wife’s body? You wish them to be your children? Your last name? You claim them legally? And I shall not even be able to live under the same roof as them—”
“Certainly, you will live with us,” said Darcy. “We shall do whatever we wish in that regard.”
“We cannot. People will talk.”
“The devil take them then,” said Darcy, glaring at him. “I care not. And she is your wife, too.” He paused. “Well, Lizzy, I suppose that’s up to you.”
“That’s mad,” said Wickham. “That’s nonsense, Darcy. There is no way that such things can be. What dream have you spun for yourself? And I beg you, don’t spin it for her, for I don’t wish to see her hopes dashed when you see that your dream is impossible and quietly put it all to rest.”
“I don’t spin dreams, George,” he said. “It is you who believe all manner of things that cannot be. You are the one who thinks I can snap my fingers and make you the rector of the parish in Derbyshire, that I can simply provide you with enough money to establish yourself with a wife, that I can—”
“You can do those things,” said Wickham, interrupting in a low and lethal voice. “There are those you would do them for.”
“I have done a great many things for you, George. And yes, it is because of the love I bear you, for I have known you my whole life, and we have shared much, and I…” His gaze got caught on Wickham’s soft prick, because he had not done up his trousers.
“Of the people in my life, I am closest to you. I would not have asked you to share my wife’s wedding night if I did not…
” He sighed, pushing Lizzy out of his lap. “Forgive me, I am working myself up.”
“Oh, throwing us out, then?” said Wickham, lifting one of his legs, pointedly not covering his genitals. “Done with us, need your peace?”
Darcy turned to Elizabeth. He tucked her breasts away and touched her face. “Off with you for a bath, all right?”
She looked back and forth between them. “It seems we have so much undecided and unsure.”
“We have time to work it all out,” he said, giving her a kiss. Then he gave her a nudge towards the door.
She looked at him and then at Wickham. She went to him and bent down and kissed him as well. Then she left the room.
Wickham slid down in his chair and tucked his cock away and started to do up the falls of his trousers.
“I suppose I did not think of it from your perspective,” Darcy said quietly.
“You are incapable of thinking of things from my perspective,” said Wickham sullenly.
“They would be my children, legally, you’re correct. But it must be that way, for they must have protection, and my protection is…” He sighed.
“Better than mine,” said Wickham, getting to his feet.
“George, if you want something else, if you want your own children, you will have to have your own wife, and that means that I don’t want you breaking her heart.
If you are to do this with us, you must really be ready to do it, and I know it requires sacrifice, but it requires it of all of us.
I am giving things up to include you, and she is taking both of us, and—”
“Mrs. Younge,” said Wickham. “Jessica in York? Hell and damnation, Darcy, our first girl, my Deborah, you told her you would put her up in some house in the country—”
“I did,” said Darcy. “She was there, quite taken care of, but she got married last year, or didn’t you keep track of her?”
“You told her that you would come to be with her, and you never did.”
Darcy squared his shoulders. “Well, I was fifteen when I said that, and I had never touched a woman, and I was mad for her. I thought of all sorts of things with her. I wanted to marry her. I thought about it. And I can’t marry a woman like that.”
“Yes, it’s a bit of a pattern with you. You like descending into the muck and getting your prick filthy and then climbing right back out and going on.”
“I took care of Deborah. I take care of all of them.”
“I know this. I well know this. But don’t tell Elizabeth some fantasy of you being interested in this with her forever—”
“She’s our wife. I said it to you, when we spoke of it. I said forever. I thought you—”
“You tire of us, Darcy. You send for us, you send us away.” Wickham ran a hand through his hair.
“Oh, I am not the one who tires of things, Wickham. You are the one who cannot have enough of novelty, the one who would sample every expensive thing if I gave you leave, and when you had your own money, that is what you did, isn’t it?
And whilst I am keeping the women we debauched together, you have nothing to do with them.
You do not see me clearly, I think. You see only the worst in me. ”
“It is you who sees the worst in me, Fitz,” Wickham cried. “You who assign nefarious motivations to all my actions.”
“I do not need to assign them, I’m afraid. You tried to elope with my sister for her fortune.”
“Not for her fortune,” said Wickham.
“Then for what?”
“I thought it was a way for us to be brothers in truth, or as near as, anyway. I used to think we were brothers.”
Darcy licked his lips. “George… we are not brothers.” He meant it because he had just watched the other man do up his trousers and tuck his prick away. He meant it because they were something else, lovers perhaps, but not blood.
But Wickham took it differently. His face clouded over and he started for the door.
Darcy called after him. He started after him when his words did nothing.
But Wickham was out the door and shutting it, very carefully, before Darcy caught up to him.
He could have pursued him through the house, calling his name, making quite a fuss over it all.
But perhaps this was best in the end.