Nathaniel rose an eyebrow and smiled. "mmm Wilder... I guess I could live with that." He muttered, thinking that there was no way he was pregnant, let alone naming a girl Wilder. "Oh yes, I could definitely live with that!" He said with the open mouth kisses. When his pants slid to the ground his eyes went wide. "Johnathan... you'll mmm be late!" So hurry up already!!!

Johnathan made quick work of Nathaniel, using every move in his considerable arsenal to bring his man to the edge of ecstasy, before suddenly removing his mouth from the quivering man. "Promise? Wilder?" He asked, looking up at Nathaniel, all innocence in his eyes while tortuously rubbing the Nathaniel's head with his thumb.

"Oh stop it! Yes, yes! God yes, Johnathan yes I promise! Fuck, I'll name her Wilder. It's not eve a real kid, now finish!" He moaned, his hands gripping the Prince's hair. He leaned his back against the wall, willing himself to finish but unable to unless the royal male went back to work. "Please just.... Ohhh." He was so vocal for the male, he should get brownie points.

"Oh. I see. So you promise?" He asked again, and hearing another one of Nathaniel's violent agreements he finished the man off. Swallowing he smiled to himself, "Mmmm, yummy."

"Now, back to work," Johnathan said, rising back to his full height, "Dress me. Porker."

"Yes sir." He muttered, panting slightly. His face seemed hot, but maybe it was just him. He dressed him and fixed his hair again. "Thank you." He whispered and pressed their lips together, having recently craved the males touch, especially his kisses. He always wanted comfort. Stupid to expect from Johnathan, he was never one to care about others.

After Nathaniel had dressed him, he surveyed himself in the mirror. "I should probably go brush my teeth. Can't go around greeting the royal family with semen breath." He joked, stepping to the bathroom and brushing his teeth. "You can just go to bed or something, this is going to take up most of my night." Johnathan added, subtly reminding Nathaniel that he no longer had any other obligations as a servant in the palace.

"Alright, I'm going!" Johnathan remarked, stepping past the other man and heading toward the door.

"Johnathan?" He called out and then sighed. "In the morning, if I feel up to it, may I help make breakfast?" He asked and then after his answer was given we went to crawl into bed. He still wasn't feeling great. His fast stomach seeming to be the cause of the ache. "Ugh. I'm tired." Aniel muttered quietly and when he finally relaxed in the bed, he pulled the covers over him. He felt like it was unfair he was just a servant. Nat wanted this bed each and every night.

"Do what you want Nathaniel, I'm not your keeper. I only put you on my detail so you'd have more freedom. I really have to go now." Johnathan said, making his way to the ball. The ball was not something that he was looking forward to. It was going to be a room full of pretentious people, all either vying for his attention or grandly shitting upon him. Once he'd been announced and descended into the room he made his way among the women, dancing, for several hours. He was repeatedly drawn into small groups of politicians to be congratulated on his recent winning strategies. Overall, it wasn't a bad night. That is until he heard unkind words circling him. That awful Princess from earlier was spreading lies about him, that he was diseased, that his lover was diseased, and worst of all that he had knocked up some girl.

Nathaniel smiled and wished him a good time. He slid off the bed finally after silent hours. He entered the kitchen and heard giggling and gasps. "What? What did I miss?"

Mimi and Raeanne, two of the other servants glanced at him then immediately looked down at his pants area. They giggled again and smirked. "Now I know why he likes him. Or... is it her? She does have a great frame." Raeanne nodded in concurrence. Then she spoke. "It's too bad she is diseased, I mean... What with the prince and all. It's a good thing he didn't sleep with Annabeth, the new maid."

"What are you guys talking about."

"Oh, she's confused! Okay, Natty. We're GIRLS like YOU. No reason for confusion."

"Why does EVERYONE think I'm a girl?! I have a.." Mimi put her finger against his lips and shushed him. "It's all over now, and that... bump. Well..." She smiled and kissed his cheek. "I hope it's not diseased too, I'll pray for you." The girls disappeared and Nat stood. "What the..." He muttered and went back to the Prince's room. Why was everyone convinced he was a pregnant girl. he was just a fat boy.

When approaching a group of lesser royals tittering with false gossip, they fell silent. All eyes turned to him in disapproval and thinly masked disgust. They appraised him, looking intently as though they could see his supposed misdeeds on his face. Though he knew that he should feel put out that the entire room was surveying him for some kind of visual manifestation of his disease, it only cause him to want to laugh. At their stupidity, at the ridiculous situation, at the fact that his boy growing fat could cause such malcontent. Everything really.

Johnathan turned to make his exit for the night, and as the door was closing behind him, he heard the last comment of the gossiping and empty headed nobles. "That pregnant girl, she's going to die." He heard an asexual, malicious voice whisper to an unknown compatriot. Whether it was a statement about his supposed illness, or a threat against Nathaniel, he had to find the boy;now.

Johnathan made all haste back to his chambers.

Nathaniel sat at the head of the bed, clutching a pillow. The disgraceful things people said about him. Dying, feminine body, everything he did NOT want to hear. Tears flowed out of his eyes. He was NOT dying! Suddenly bile rose and he ran to the toilet, leaning over and hurling. He groaned and rested his forehead against the stool and heard him come in. He had to have heard, he had to. "Ugh.... In here." He moaned. Tears still fell from his eyes.

"Oh, my favorite little Porker..." Johnathan murmured, coming to tower over the sick man. "I assume from the crying you must have heard all of the lies going around about us two." He said, leaning back against the wall. "Well, they're not true and I don't really care. But you are actually sick, so we're going to the doctor tomorrow. Incognito too, so that he won't be tainted by rumors." He walked out of the bathroom calling over his shoulders, "and once we get to the bottom of this you'll feel much better. Now come to bed, giant one."

Nathaniel cleaned off and nodded. He crawled into the bed, tears still silently falling. Why was he so... neurotic?! Nathaniel moved to rest his body against Johnathan. "Thank you, Prince." He whispered, and kissing his neck he closed his eyes. "I'm afraid... What if they're not lying? They could have talked to the doctors and..." He sighed. "You like my roundness, don't lie." He whispered and smiled, yawning. "Goodnight."

In the morning Johnathan awoke and went to the bathroom to freshen up, and then left his bedroom to have a brunch with his father and brother. On his way out of his room he instructed Tony that they would be heading into town today, and that they would transportation.

Nathaniel awoke and after another 5 minutes of heaving and cleaning up, he got dressed and cleaned up, redoing the bed, making it look pristine, seeing as it was his job. He felt really happy for no reason but it wasn't like him to question it. Instead he waited for Johnathan to come back to him. As long as he didn't have to leave and see servants who thought he was female, pregnant and dying.

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