Nathaniel bit at the tip of his fingernail. Four months ago to the day he was under that table orally fixating his prince. He pulled his knees beneath him as he sat on the male's just-made bed. He stared at his stomach and frowned. It just wasn't right, he hadn't changed his habits, especially in the eating order. But he was getting fat. Like the handmaiden who served the elder prince. He heard footsteps and closed his eyes, deciphering if they were the Prince's or not. When he learned they were by the slight sleepy shuffle he always had, he stayed calm on the bed. The Prince had recently been allowing Nathaniel to rest on the bed during his breaks as long as he wasn't caught.

Nathaniel couldn't be more happy to oblige and take comfort in that fact. He however didn't smile for the prince today, as his concern mostly rested on his stomach and the awareness he was growing. Other than impossibilities, he hadn't had sex with the male in months. So it couldn't have anything to do with that.

Nathaniel bit his lip. He was fat. And it was disgusting. And he seeked understanding from the one man who only wanted sex out of the winner of the 'best looking servant in the castle' fight.

When Johnathan entered his chamber he took off his jacket and shoes, intent on reaching his bed. Rounding the final corner before his bedroom he saw that Nathaniel was there reclining on the bed. He'd allowed the man to rest there recently since he hadn't even been in his chamber long enough to enjoy the bed. Additionally, he just didn't care. The man was in his bed often enough anyway. Surveying his eternal conquest for the first time in months he saw that his arm was thrown across a plump middle.

Dropping down on the bed, and weakly snuggling into the bed, Johnathan turned to Nathaniel. "Put the covers over me, I'm tired." Once he was sure that the man would wrap him in the blankets before leaving he added, "When did you get so fat by the way? I hadn't noticed." He drifted off more adding in an almost unconscious state, "I don't really care I guess." Before completely falling asleep.

Nathaniel sighed and covered him up. He shrugged and kissed the males cheek. "Yeah, being fat means nothing to you. More to fuck... And recently I'm just a mouth to weakly screw." He muttered and crawled off the bed. Nathaniel leaned against the bed frame, done with his job for the day. He'd been getting it done a lot faster without having to sate the males urges.

Nathaniel even felt tighter than normal, he missed it. He hadn't finished in weeks, too sickened to do it himself. And now he was fat. He was ugly, un-doable, and moody. He shook his head, went to start the males bath which took forever to heat up, but should be done by the time Johnathan awoke from his nap. Awhile later it was finally done and Nathaniel lazily made his way to the Prince's bed and kneeled beside it, kissing his palm. "Prince... wake up. Your bath is ready."

When Nathaniel woke Johnathan up, the Prince was refreshed and pleased with himself. "A bath? Good idea Nathaniel." He hadn't had a proper relaxing bath in ages, since before the country had called upon him as a strategist. He walked past Nathaniel and let himself sink into the absolving heat of the bubbles. "Thanks." He remarked to the servant that he new wouldn't be far off.

Feeling not in the least bit lustful, but maybe slightly lonely, the Prince tipped his head back over the lip of the tub, unable to stop the words that came tumbling from his mouth, "and you could join me if you wanted."

"And if someone walked in, how would you explain that situation?" He asked, smiling. He sat by the tub and interlaced their fingers together. "PLus, that tub is nowhere large enough for two people." Especially someone as fat as he was getting! He touched his stomach and frowned, resting his head against the side of the tub. He let go of the prince's hand and drew his eyes over his lovely masters body.

"You know, the kingdom is so proud of you. You could probably have your pic of the people in the entire territory. Marry, get settled, have a few mistresses on the side... Why do you insist on staying here? You could live in your old uncle's castle. It's beautiful from what I've heard about it." He said quietly and then moved around to the back of the tub. "Prince, lean forward, I'll give you a massage."

"I'd explain it by saying. I'm the Prince, what the fuck are you doing in my bathroom?" Johnathan said, laughing loudly. "Honestly, no one in this kingdom besides you and my family has the balls to question me." He remarked, sliding forward so that the other man could have access to his neck, which was corded with the stress of his recent work.

"I stay here because moving is a hassle. And any wife I'd have would be chosen by my brother and the King. If it was up to them I'd be with some ugly third Princess all my life, just because it helped the kingdom." He smirked at the thought, "No. I like to choose for myself, like I chose you my porky friend." He said, poking fun at his lover. "As for mistresses they'd just fight."

"No, I'm staying in this castle until I have a real reason to move. I'm sure the old man and my stupid brother will saddle me with some foreign bitch soon enough."

"Okay, whatever you think is right." He said and frowned. "And I know I'm porky, aren't you supposed to be nice to your subjects?" He teased and kissed the males neck as he massaged it. "I'm sorry I'm not the hottest personal servant in the castle anymore. I've ate less, I've ran around more than need be, and I'm just not losing it. You're gonna have to deal." He said and then slid away. "Do you want me to get you off or... can I just go? I have to help with dinner, they're short staffed again." He said as he stood and handed him the soap bar.

Johnathan tilted his head to look back at the man rubbing his shoulders. "Jeez, aren't you going to romance a guy a lil' bit. Honestly, this is a royal cock here, they don't just hand these out to everybody." He said chuckling, thrusting his pelvis upward in the warm water. "And you're not as hot as you once were, don't get cocky." He said, sinking back down in the water. He paused and thought for a moment. "Naw, you can go. I'm going to sleep soon, but get your work done early tomorrow. I want your day clear by the time you wake me up. If you can't manage that bring me a young unwitting sacrifice." He said, laughing again.

"Fine, but I want sex. I'm tired of being throat jammed." He said and kissed the prince. "And your royal cock is not as good as you think it is... Prince." He added quickly. "Tomorrow, I'll be here. Trust me." He said and stood, covering his mouth. He felt sick. He backed out of the room and ran to the servants quarters, heaving in their latrine.

The next day, after an hour, or at least what felt like it, of throwing up, he helped make breakfast and carried it on a silver tray to the Prince's room. "Good morning Prince Johnathan."

Johnathan was asleep, face down in his sinfully comfortable bed when Nathaniel walked in. "What do you want you bossy porker." He mumbled, snuggling back into his bed. Catching a wiff of the breakfast that was on the tray he cracked one eye open. If that's anything less that star shaped pancakes with my special syrup... you can just leave." He remarked, keeping his one eye trained on the covered dish to see what it revealed.

Nathaniel pouted, kissed his cheek and set the tray down, uncovering his pancakes then crawled into bed. "Now, shh. I've been sick all night and I miss your bed." Nathaniel muttered. He was a bossy porker, and bitchy. He moaned and hugged a pillow. "If you fuck me I promise to moan and fake enjoyment. I'm too tired to care."

"Sleep then. I don't know why you help those other servants anyway. You're a royal consort, you can just go tell them to choke on their own dicks." He mumbled, sitting up to investigate the pancakes. " Congratulations Porker, you have gotten me the right breakfast." He said chomping down on a mouth full of star shaped goodness.

Looking down at the clearly ill and tired man, he realized how much work it must have been to get the day's tasks done before breakfast. Sometimes even the Prince realized his own selfishness. "The prize? An entire day spent napping in the most comfortable bed you will ever sleep in." He said around a mouthful of pancakes. "I don't feel like humping your ass right now anyway. I like it best when you fight back." He added, swallowing down the last bite of pancakes and going to lay back down.

Nathaniel moved to kiss his syrupy sweet mouth and grinned. "Now, you say those sweet things and it makes me wonder why they call you the hard, stone prince and your eldest brother the kind hearted one." He said and crawled beneath the covers and yawned, stretching. His top rose up but he didn't care as he passed out, his body curled around the males lower half.

He hummed in appeasement and drifted off. A few hours later he woke and felt around. He moved over and felt the male. "God! Get up you lazy ass prince! You're hogging the covers f your sick servant. DOn't you have a job to keep your awesome body up to standards?! You're gonna get fat, now GET. UP!" He rapped his fist on the males arm and chest. He wanted the bed to himself and he was only half awake.

...

Johnathan's mind was blank as he looked down at the servant. Talk about mood swing, this was off the charts for Nathaniel.

"Isn't that the Porker calling the kettle Fat." He remarked, poking the man in his exposed stomach. "Don't forget your place Nathaniel. Favor given can be favor taken away." He said in a more serious voice, meaning every word.

"I'm going back to bed now." He added, getting back under the covers with the hopes that he had resolved the outburst.

Nat frowned and growled, eyes glaring. "It's your fault that I'm fat and it's your fault I'm cold. Get out of bed, go do your work and let me have the covers." He just wanted to blame him for everything, hence his weight. He had no idea of the truth. "And it's a favor, you like me too much to kick me out and mean it. You'll never get any again." He said and raised an eyebrow. "Now give me the fucking cover and go... be a prince!" He said, clutching the cover and yanking it from the tired man.

He laid down, curled up and tucked himself in with the cover, leaving little left to covet. "See, solved. To work with you. Shoo."

Johnathan was almost silenced by the utter audacity of the man wrapped in his fine silk sheets. On his imported bed. In his royal bed chamber. In what was essentially one third his castle.

"Out." He muttered, looking down at the ball of blankets. "I don't know why you're suddenly being a bitch. Or why you think there's any reason that you can give me orders, but I won't entertain it. You're a servant. You have no last name and are legally bound to my service. I am a Prince, the second in line to rule this kingdom. Who do you think gives whom orders in that situation." He asked, his voice growing in volume as his irritation rose. "Guess what? It's not you. Get the fuck out of my room."

"No! You've given your favor!" Nathaniel said and sat up, touching his stomach as he did so. "Hell no! I won't take it, you send me out of here and I won't come back. You'll just deal with getting a new servant then. So deal with this or.... enjoy Mr. Hubert, that new servant. Oh, you know he'd take it happily and not put up a fight." Nathaniel sighed and rolled his eyes, crawling out of the bed. "I'm going back to stall sweeping! It's pointless fighting with a sadistic pain in the ass prince who thinks second in line is worth anything!" Nathaniel said and then sighed. He crawled back into the bed and frowned. "I'm sorry, Johnathan. I'm sorry, I didn't mean it! Please forgive me! I'll let you sleep and have the covers and I'll... just go back to the servants quarters to rest."

Johnathan thought he might have whiplash from the smaller man's sudden change in attitude. From shouting to cower in .5 seconds. He was still angry at the man, but he had apologized and that precluded a harsh punishment from occuring. As such Johnathan just sidled over and let his entire body tower over the other man, letting his hands rest on either side of his head, pushing his front harshly into his. He caught the other man's mouth in a fierce kiss that drew blood within seconds. He licked the wound, drawing his tongue across the mark for added pain and pleasure.

"Backtalk is not permitted in my bed chamber. Moans, cries of ecstasy and pleasant conversation only." He said, grinding his lower regions against the other man even more. "Another outburst will not be tolerated." He added. "Do you understand me?"

Nathaniel pushed back, kissing him hard and moaned when the blood burst forth. He wasn't much of a blood guy, but he liked pain. Oh he liked pain. He moved to kiss the male harder and when Johnathan stopped and began speaking, everything changed. "I'm sorry!" Nathaniel whispered harshly, tears welling.

"I-I--" He sniffled and bit his lip as he nodded. "I understand!" Tears crept over his cheeks and he turned and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. "Just... I was just cold! I won't do it again, I won't get mad!"

Okay, honestly now. Honestly. At this moment, Johnathan honestly reflected on all of the things he had done in his life that merited his lover going crazy on him. He sighed and let his forehead land on the other man's.

"If you're cold, get another blanket from the trunk at the end of the bed. You know that. You put them there." He said, licking up the salt tracks on Nathaniel's face. "I won't be tender with you right now." He added, "there's no reason to cry over this. I don't care."

When he saw that the man hadn't stopped crying he reached down between them and grabbed onto his softness. Johnathan wasn't good at comforting. Distractions were better.

"Nngh! Not in the mood! Just..." Nathaniel pushed the male off of him and curled up on his chest. "The simplest thing is to just lay there an hold me and stop groping, you weird... cute.... older guy." He muttered and rested against his chest. "I'm sorry Johnathan." He whispered, wondering why he was acting weird. He could look back over his life and never was he this crazy.

"I don't want you mad at me, I want you to like me. And I'm now fat! And I'm not fun, and I'm tired, and I'm... God look at me!" He poked his belly and frowned. "Oh..." He muttered, covering his mouth and crawling over him and running to the bathroom to throw up again.

Not even for a royal hand job would he stop acting strange? Johnathan flopped down on the mattress. He had nothing, nothing, on how to fix this situation. Nathaniel was his lover, granted not his only lover but he was still a favorite of sorts. Given privileges not bestowed upon any others. That came with some responsibility on his side. As he heard the other man upchucking in the bathroom, and thought back to his sallow, tired look of the last few days, he realized that he must be overworked. Hadn't he commented just last night that he was covering for the other servants somehow?

"First of all Nathaniel, I don't care if you're fat. You're still the prettiest servant in the castle." He called, cringing to himself over the kindness in his voice. It felt gross, to let himself say these things, but it was necessary. He walked to the door and turned to the guard there.

"Tony. Get a messenger. Send this message to the head of housekeeping. Nathaniel is assigned solely to my duty from this point on, no other work will be given to him. Understood?" he said, the other man acknowledged his statement and then departed.

"You know..." Nathaniel said, wiping his mouth and resting by the toilet. "You will worry my head maid in charge, thinking I'm being horribly raped by you." He muttered and flushed, resting his head against the wall. He needed food, and yes, he did know he just upchucked a days worth of servants portions which wasn't much. "I'm hungry." He muttered and crawled to the door to look at the Prince. "I need food."

He rested back against the wall and then smiled. "You are so amazing. You tried to jack me off to make me happy. That's the sweetest thing you've ever done for me. Well, that's weird... You should do normal sweet things too, just so I don't have to remember that as best." He said and laughed lightly. "Jey, Prince? Can I have your mint tea? It'll get rid of this taste?"

"Yeah, yeah you can have the tea." He said to Nathaniel, opening the door again to Tony. The guard was in the process of relaying his message to a young boy. "Another thing Tony, I need some food. Whatever the kitchen sends. But make sure it includes Tea." The other man nodded before the Prince closed the door.

"You know Porker, you are one spoiled bitch. I offered to jack you off, I can't really offer anything more than that." Johnathan said, sitting down at the small table he used for dining. "What do you want now? A pony?"

"Horses scare me. That's why I cleaned their stables why they were brushed out. I never touched the equestrians." He muttered. "I know you spoil me though. But you can offer me a spot in your arms and the courtesy of dealing with me for another day." He touched the males palm with his forehead and frowned. "You know what's strange? I don't have a fever. I'm not technically sick, I just don't feel good stomach-wise at times." Nathaniel sighed and bit his lip as he looked around. "The less I eat the more sick i get and the bigger I get. This is twisted."