I found some awesome Ratcliffe/Wiggins fanart on deviantart the other day, and I really wanted to write something about them, but the inspiration never came. That is, until Rob Thomas' Little Wonders played on my iPod. Yay for inspiration in random places! :D I may write more about them, just to expand on a couple of things. I want to write an mpreg story as well XD

Rare Beauty

Wiggins looked out to sea, his kind brown eyes brimming with sadness. The ship swayed in the choppy waters, and the tall, skinny young man heaved a mighty sigh of misery as he entwined his long pale fingers over the side of the ship, his heart drumming sluggishly as if it carried a great weight. Wiggins had not been working for Governor Ratcliffe for very long; only two months, give or take, and he already developed unwanted thoughts about him that quickly grew into unwanted feelings. Wiggins had never met a man like Ratcliffe before. He was a rare beauty. He had a deep, vibrant voice that left him in chills running down his spine, and he could almost melt whenever he glared at him with those dark, determined eyes. It was true that the governor was not that petite, but he was strong like a grizzly bear, and that was what Wiggins needed to be able to feel safe.

But if he were to express that to his master, he would surely be condemned. The men would bully him and when he would return home, there was a chance of getting thrown into jail. Wiggins gulped nervously at this thought. His poor, ageing mother would never forgive him. Ever.

" WIGGINS!" bellowed Ratcliffe as he approached his dim-witted servant. " What the hell are you lollygagging about for? You were supposed to give Percy his pedicure!" he barked.

" Yes, sir," Wiggins muttered glumly, refusing to meet the eyes of his master. He was about to shuffle off, but Ratcliffe stopped him.

" Where's your usual can-do attitude?" he remarked sarcastically and sneered.

" Sorry, sir," Wiggins whispered. " I guess I'm just not myself today."

" Well, get to work!" he snapped.

The servant sighed and gave a subtle nod. He wandered down to the captain's cabin, where the spoilt, little pug was waiting. A few minutes later, while he was busy soaking Percy's paws in warm, soapy water, Ratcliffe stepped into the room, his authoritative presence oozing from his pores. Most of the time, Wiggins would grin and holler a cheerful hello, but this time, he acted as though as he was alone. Ratcliffe watched him, a look of slight concern on his bearded face.

" Wiggins?" he croaked uncertainly. Wiggins didn't answer. " Wiggins! I demand you to tell me what's going on!" he continued, his voice more confident and demanding as it always was.

" You wouldn't understand," the young man muttered, picking up a towel from the table.

" Try me."

Wiggins turned and gazed into the governor's eyes, wondering if it was a good idea to tell him. " I…I can't tell you," he whispered, his heart almost breaking. Ratcliffe raised an eyebrow, and Wiggins was powerless. " My heart belongs to someone…"

He quirked his black eyebrows in genuine surprise.

" And I can't do anything about," he finished.

" Because she's back at home?" guessed the governor.

Wiggins shook his head, his light auburn ponytail swinging from side to side. " She's not at home. She's here, on this ship, and she's not even a she. She's a he, and he…is…you." He leant in and caressed the man's enormous chest. Then, he rose up on his toes and grazed his lips against his master's ever so gently.

Taken by surprise, Ratcliffe let out a muffled shriek of protest, but quickly began to succumb to this forbidden tryst. He wrapped his arms around Wiggins' tiny waist, their kiss growing in intensity. They knew it was wrong. They didn't care. They didn't care about anything in this moment, even as Thomas spied on them, his horror silenced by shock.