[EvermorexBlack] Private RP
 

Nathaniel stood, arms out as all of the Prince's washed clothing were piled into a heap. "Nathaniel, darling. Please, stop being so pessimistically slow and go!" He nodded and hurried through servant halls to get to the Prince's room. To be honest his least favorite prince. At least the first two in line were responsible, caring and learned his name. This one... Well...

Nathaniel didn't knock, servants never knocked. They entered, did their job, and left no matter what was going on in the bedroom. He used his hip and the tips of his fingers to open the door and he stayed silent, keeping his head down and not looking around. Sometimes, there were things he didn't WANT to see when the Prince was in his room. He also wasn't supposed to look up, he wasn't at a high level, or at least not high enough to look into the Prince's face. Being personal helpers to the Prince's was kind of a noble position, better than the stable-men or the cleaning-people. But it was also hard work.

He laid the clothes down on a chair and opened up the armoire. He folded clothes and put them away quietly, blocking out any sounds that could possibly slip into his mind by humming an old Irish song he'd heard the cooks sing while making a formal dinner.

Johnathan was a simple man. Eat. Sleep. Fuck. Rinse and repeat.

He marked this as a good morning in his book because he was on his way to accomplishing all of his goals before it was even midday. An hour ago he had awoken from a restful sleep, and been brought his breakfast. Now he had the maid that had brought him said dinner laid out on the bed before him. She was new, he could tell by the way that she seemed flattered that a prince was taking interest in her. Any maid that had been here more than a few days would no it had nothing to do with the girl and everything to do with the Prince's constant heat.

He was stroking vaguely up and down the woman's thighs and legs, thinking of other things all together when he heard his door pop open gently. Must be another servant. It didn't matter to a Prince what a chamber servant saw so he began to undress, declothing himself of his shirt then his pants. As he was about to pull his last piece of clothing off he heard a humming from behind him.

It wasn't just any servant. It was Nathaniel.

Prince Johnathan could tell from the song he was humming, one he had heard dozens of times in his life. As he realized this the blushing and panting maid on the bed was forgotten and the Prince pulled the last piece of clothing from his body and turned to face Nathaniel wearing only a wolfish grin.

Nathaniel turned to leave and his attention caught on the amazingly way too good looking male. "Prince...?" He asked quietly and bowed his head. "Sorry to interrupt-" His eyes caught the attention of the maid in the background. She looked upset he stopped paying attention to her. She'd learn all too soon that that was how Johnathan worked. They were just play pets to him. He gave a small smile to the girl and then looked at the prince. He felt like being bad.

"She's new, Prince Johnathan. She's new and doesn't understand. You will break her heart." Yeah, and he would personally know. "I'll take her place if you let her go. She doesn't need this before understanding you." He was a very outspoken male... For a servant at least.

[Time Gap]

Johnathan sighed as he allowed Nathaniel to wash and dress him, "I'm satisfied for today don't worry." He remarked in regards to the princess. She's been a bit too much of a screamer for him, he felt like his ears had been ringing for hours after their last encounter. He then leaned further into Johnathan's hands as he slid his clothes on, "definitely better than a hand maiden, no comparison." Johnathan said, leaning back over his should to catch another kiss from the other man, all teeth and tongue.

Standing upright before the mirror in his bathroom, a confident and fully assembled Prince stood. Nathaniel really could work a miracle in just a few moments. Listening to him with only a half ear while he finished straightening his robes, adding jewelery for flair. His vague attention caught on Nathaniel's words "for my sake," and followed the statement through. He made no obvious reaction to the implication that a woman had attempted to take advantage of Nathaniel, but he certainly wouldn't let it happen again.

He could almost visibly see the other man shifting back to his subservient role, it bothered him a bit to see his fuck buddy slip into a role contrary to his personality - but it was fitting to his station, so he allowed it. Plus, Johnathan was never one to avoid bossing people around. Especially Nathaniel. Pleased with the results of their joint effort he stood and began to leave the room. "You ready?" He called over his shoulder before bursting through the pair of doors that exited his chambers.

Nathaniel nodded and smiled quietly, following the male. "Thank you, sire." He said and then opened the doors. "The Prince Johnathan." He called out to the room, and then went to the males chair and kneeled beside it. His eyes glanced under the table and spotted other servants already there. Including the princess's. He bit his lip and kept his eyes away from everyone's but his best friends. He winked at the girl and she made a motion with her fingers asking about the sex. 'Amazing' he mouthed and grinned. They both stayed completely silent.

One of Johnathan's favorite things in the world was when he stepped into a room and all he did was stand for a moment while people admired him. He stood in all his princely glory while the entire room took in an eyeful of the second Prince to the greatest kingdom in the world. All the lifestyle of the King with none of the responsibility - the good life. Sweeping his eyes over the crowd as he made his way to his chair he saw several women admiring him - one of whom was the Princess that Nathaniel had warned him about. It would be easy to avoid her, she'd grown a bit too thick around the hips for his taste.

He seated himself in a flurry of ego and imagined glamor and placed his legs and what he assumed was an alluring yet aloof angle. "You may be seated." He said in a bored tone, waving his hand to the general assembly. When he lowered his hand he let it rest for just a moment on Nathaniel's head, from where he was seated at his side. In just another moment his hand was gone and he was sitting with a royally impassive face. Outwardly it seemed that he was listening to the complaints of the lesser royalty. When in reality he was simply imagine absolutely foul things to do to Nathaniel the moment that the meeting concluded.

Oh, the poor boy.

The hand touching his head showed the other servants he was owned by the male. He smirked and touched the males knee. He didnt feel safe when he saw the look he received from the Princess's handmaiden.

The girl slid her hand up her mistress's dress and massaged her calves along the way. When her hand fully disapeared beneath the dress and it was obvious what she was doing to her mistress. Nathaniel could only guess what the Princess's face beheld.

This was a challenge and Nathaniel glanced at his best friend who nodded. There was a crowd but the table had the table cloth so large non one could see the servants nor were they paying attention. The kings servant was watching, silent. He was new, innocent. Nathaniel sighed, rubbing his masters calf and reached up rubbing his cock through his pants cautiously. He was going to be banished for this. But he had to meet the girls challenge. He had to.

((Dunno if you saw but I got a warning about Mene's PG-13 rating, and a notice that even PM's were PG-13. And that "taking it to the PM's" was unacceptable. It kind of made me feel uncomfortable. Is there somewhere else that we could take the smexy parts of our RP to??))

[[[email protected]]]

((You want to do Emails? You don't have any kind of instant messaging account?))

[[That IS my messenger]]

((Oh I don't mean to sound dumb or anything I just didn't know that Yahoo had a messaging component. Would I need a yahoo account to interact with you? My AIM is burgessroy20 if you can message me there from your Yahoo - I'm online ))

----------

((Okay well I don't know how to message someone on yahoo... my AIM is burgessroy20))

[[Can you try and email [email protected] from your email? If not, do you have a google docs account?]]

okay I'm going to email you now, message me if you don't get anything.

The applause resounded throughout the room as Johnathan stood to join in the praise of his brother's speech. He was pleased with the results of Nathaniel's little challenge and he'd be sure to repay him later, but for now he was just happy to see the blush and look of anger on the Princesses' face - knowing that she had lost to him must be painful for her. As the applause died down Everyone retook their seats and began to partake in dinner, save for the servants seated at their masters' feet. They were only there for show. Having the most attractive and loyal servant was somewhat of a challenge between the royal families and the members therein. Johnathan was sure that he was the winner, but he kept that to himself.

As he ate his meal a message came to him on a tray brought by a a young boy. Quickly scanning the lines he sighed to himself. They needed him in a war meeting. How incredibly boring. "Nathaniel, I'm going. You are relieved." He said to his servant, as he rose to strategies with the other members of the war council. They all hated to have him amongst them, he was generally regarded as a lay about, with no real interest in politics. His strategies, however, made him invaluable to the country. And so they called for him. "I can almost feel the disdain from the ink itself." He chuckled to himself as he exited the dining room.

Nathaniel stood to his feet, and walked quickly out of the room. He went straight to the kitchens and found his mother-by-rule. The woman was kneading dough when he found her and she smiled. "My boy, what have you been doing underneath that table?" Nathaniels eyes widened and she tapped her chin. he touched his chin and wiped away a tiny dot of strawberry jam. He'd nicked some from a maid in the hallway. He smiled and cleaned it from his finger with a lick. "Nothing you would approve of. Is his plate ready?"

His mother nodded and pointed. He found the platter holding a silver cup and the glass containing milk, and the jar with tea. He bowed his head and grinned, happy he was who he was. "Oh! If you see the new maid... can you inform her of the Princes' disposition to sex? She was at his mercy and I saved her. I have a feeling she must hate me." He exited the kitchens and went to his masters quarters, set down the platter and fixed the males bed before cleaning the rest of the room.

(I don't know what to do now. I feel like we should reveal that Nathaniel is pregnant soon? ... just because it will just be sex scenes and then Nathanial suddenly has a baby bump and everyone's like WHATTTTTT!? If we keep going this way? ... maybe a time skip? Thoughts?)

[[.... just do a time skip. 4 months. guys really don't have much signs but mood swings and nat has those anyway, so, the baby bump.]]

((deal~~))

[[it's your turn...]]

(( no I know I just can't post right now since I'm about to head home, I'll reply tomorrow.))

[[Oohhhkay. *super depressed and impatient*]]

From the moment that Johnathan stepped into the war room that day, his life was consumed with strategy and battle. He hadn't known it before but his country had been drawn into a fight with a much larger and more powerful kingdom. One that they were unprepared for, their only saving grace was that Johnathan applied himself so completely to the pursuit strategy. In the four months that followed he lived war, visiting the battle fields, meeting with soldiers, more than once even falling asleep with a map of the field of engagement in his hand.

In the time that he was contributing to the war effort his perverted pursuits had to subside slightly. He had no time to pursue the extracurricular tail that he so enjoyed. He was forced to even limit his activity with Nathaniel, only allotting enough time to him daily for what he called "the Prince's personal hour." Though it was embarrasing he was some times so tired that he only ordered Nathaniel to service him orally and then took a nap. Nathaniel hadn't seemed to mind though, he had been sick and moody for awhile, sometimes weepy and others lustful, Johnathan didn't have enough time or honest interest to pinpoint the man's mood.

Though he was reveling in the respect that was being shown to him, and the new eyes with which the citizens of the country and the castle were looking at him with, he did not appreciate the limits on his most favorite activity.As such when, over a third of a year after the effort began, the skirmishes stopped and the two countries resolved their issues enough to meet diplomatically, Johnathan was happy. He was thrilled. He was free.

Smiling broadly at the letter that delivered the good news, Johnathan stood to make his way to quarters. He was going to sleep, and then ravage Nathaniel. And then have a bath. He'd always been a great fan of baths.