His Pride and His Prejudice (Classically Queer)

by April Andrews

“And I was telling your mother that I saw no occasion for it,” Mr. Bennet replied. “She and you may go if you so choose, or she can send you by yourself, which,” he added, “may be for the better, as your mother is just as handsome as any of you and who knows which direction this alpha’s desires might take.”

“I wonder how Mr. Bingley will feel when he realises that his choice of thousands across society has been narrowed down to the five of us here in this village?”

someone had finally arrived in Longbourn to rival his brother in beauty…and that someone was Mr. Bingley.

The answer was simple from Darcy’s perspective. He was a man who knew his own mind and he had yet to find anyone, alpha, beta, or omega who roused his interest sufficiently to be taken by looks alone, good or bad, pleasant or not!

“Well, thank you for accompanying me,” Elliot said. “Given the treacherous nature of the route!” Darcy narrowed his eyes. “You are welcome.”

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“Dancing is far from my favourite pastime,” he said softly. “But I do quite like the activity if it is with the right partner. Alas, it has been said that I am not handsome enough to tempt most people.” He paused. “I am, in fact, barely tolerable.”

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“Vanity and pride are different things, though the words are often used as though they are the same. A person may be proud without being vain. Pride relates more to our opinion of ourselves. Vanity to what we would have others think of us.”

“A lady’s imagination is very rapid. It jumps from admiration to love, from love to wedding ceremonies, in a moment. I knew you would be wishing me joy.”

“From all that I can collect by your manner of talking, you must be two of the silliest boys in the country. I have suspected it some time, but I am now convinced.”

He was interrupted by the door opening, a servant entering, and Elliot Bennet being announced. Darcy suddenly felt quite hot. It occurred to him then that there was barely a breath of air in the room, and someone really should open a damn window!

He lifted himself up but before he had a chance to settle inside a hand took his and helped him into place. Elliot only just contained a gasp when he realised the hand belonged to Mr. Darcy. It was warm. It was firm. It made Elliot feel something and that feeling was not dislike. He realised then that it never had been.

Darcy narrowed his eyes and scowled at Elliot, feeling very much that this was his fault, that he had done something to make Darcy feel this way, and it was simply not acceptable!

What did he know of how mates smiled at each other? What did he care? But his growing regard for Elliot suggested that, for him at least, his smile for the other man must be manifestly different to any that he would give to another.

Elliot almost missed a step, and it was lucky for him that the dance separated them then because that smile… Had Darcy ever smiled at him like that before? Elliot did not think so. The action changed the other man’s features entirely, making them much more appealing.

“Know this, Mr. Bennet,” Darcy said after a moment and his voice was soft in a way that it had never been before. “I hardly ever forgive. My good opinion, once lost, is lost forever.” “And you are never wrong?” “Almost never,” he said. “It is prideful to think such a thing.” “I am a prideful man.”

“An unhappy alternative is before you now, Elliot,” he said. “From this day you must be a stranger to one of your parents. Your mother will never see you again if you do not mate with Mr. Collins, and I will never see you again if you do.”

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and our happiness is a fragile thing that must be protected at all costs, for what else is there but that?”

His body knew Elliot and it was pleased to be near him once more. The feeling was remarkably similar to how Darcy felt when returning to Pemberley. To coming home.

Elliot laughed though there was little humour in it. “Darcy is pride and insolence.” “And yet you like him.” Elliot took a deep breath and the pain in his chest seemed to ache even the more for it. “I do, Charlie. I have tried very hard not to, but it is impossible.”

Pride. That was he. And prejudice. That was Elliot.

A small pause and then, “Elliot,” he said. “My dear friends call me Elliot.”

“Because know this, Elliot, little of permanent happiness can belong to a couple who were only brought together because their passions were stronger than their virtue.”

After all, it was indeed a truth universally acknowledged, that an alpha male in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of his omega mate, and Darcy had found his at last.

“If you will thank me,” Darcy said, and his tone was no longer surprised but still filled with emotion. “Let it be for yourself alone. For all that I did was for you, Elliot, you must know that. It was all for you.”

“My feelings now are so far from what they once were that I do not recognize the distance that existed. Indeed, I do not recognize the Elliot that once existed. He is much changed now.” A pause and then, “Changed by you, Darcy, and only for the better.”

“Then you love me?” Darcy asked and Elliot sighed.

“It is nothing so simple as love, Darcy. If that were so perhaps this could have been easy from the start. But it is much, much more than that. We are meant ...

“I am yours,” Elliot said softly. “And I yours,” Darcy replied.