*Warning! Lemonzzzzzz*

The last couple of weeks had been awkward for Jasper. He had begrudgingly accepted that Encre wasn't going to leave anytime soon, but avoided him as much as he could. It wasn't really his business anyway. His father could do as he pleased.

Jasper had bigger problems.

Suave had been avoiding him, too. He'd been making excuses, asking for more work on top of his already monumental chore list, and overall giving Jasper the impression that he was intentionally sidestepping any interaction with him at all.

And Jasper was furious! He'd never been this neglected by his personal servant! Not even when he and Suave had shared their first kiss....

'What was I thinking?!' the prince thought to himself furiously. 'Suave probably hates me.'

Pacing in his private quarters, the prince recalled how that night had gone. He'd awoken alone, which felt unnatural after he'd practically forced Suave to lay in bed with him. Perhaps that is why Suave is being so distant. Perhaps he was afraid of Jasper's sudden affection for him.

'Perhaps it's time I get serious with my courtship of him,' Jasper thought, grinning. He turned into a bat and flew into the night, determined to win Suave over.

Meanwhile....

Suave bowed to Encre as he entered the artist's new studio. Fallacy had commissioned for one of the brightest rooms in the house to be made into an art studio. Encre was delighted, eagerly helping move furniture, adjust paintings, pulling drapes from windows, and cleaning throughout. His skill in art and aesthetic impressed Suave, despite his previous resentment of the artist. He hadn't liked Encre at first for nearly beheading his employer. Soon, though, he found he shared a lot in common with Encre. He was also curious about the outside world, which Encre had spent years of his life exploring.

"And this is my rendition of a famous art museum in France," Encre stated proudly, puffing out his chest when Fallacy chuckled.

"You must have spent a lot of time there," Fallacy replied, casting an approving glance over the painting. Encre put a hand behind his head.

"Heh, yeah. I picked up the language pretty easily." His eyelights wandered anywhere except Fallacy, finally landing on Suave. "Oh! Hey, Suave."

Suave strode further into the room, placing the box of paintbrushes and small canvases on a chair. "Here are the supplies you requested, milord."

Encre paused, looking up from the box of supplies. "You can call me Encre, Suave. I never liked when servants of the nobles I met called me some fancy nickname."

Suave nodded. "Very well, er... Encre."

Encre winked, then returned to his supplies. Suave stood at attention, his mind beginning to wander. All his life, he was taught and expected to treat anyone who wasn't another servant with respect befitting of a nobleman, no matter what they looked like to him. Sure, Encre had been put into a servant position at one point, but now, he was Lord Fallacy's soulmate. How was he not to treat him like he was above him?!

'As long as it doesn't get me in trouble with Lord Fallacy,' he thought, 'I can see no alternative.'

Fallacy dismissed him after a few minutes, and Suave went off to take care of some other duties. While he did them, he scanned the halls for any sign of Jasper. He felt bad for avoiding the prince, but he didn't know what to do. Jasper had shown Suave that he was indeed infatuated with him, but how long would that last? How long would it be before the prince got bored of him, cast him aside, and move on to the next object of his affection?

'Is that all I am to him?' Suave wondered, his shoulders sagging slightly. 'Am I just some novelty he could replace at any time?'

Suave's thoughts were interrupted when he bumped into someone. He looked up and hastily straightened up when he saw it was Jasper he'd mindlessly wandered into. Before he could speak, Jasper brought out a bouquet of blue morning glories.

"For you, my darling Suave," the prince stated airily, smirking at his butler's blushing expression.

Suave was speechless. Hesitantly, he took the flowers, smiling. "Th-thank you, milo-"

"Please, call me Jasper." The prince internally grimaced by Suave's insistence to call him 'milord.' He needed to break that habit if Suave was ever to relax around him.

Suave lowered his eyelights to the flowers, again baffled by Jasper's behavior. Now Jasper was telling him to call him by his name! He was at a loss, but Jasper brought him back to reality.

"Uh, Suave, I was wondering.... Would you... care to join me on a walk?" Jasper held his hands behind his back in an attempt to hide their shaking. There. He asked. Now everything he'd been trying to accomplish hinged on Suave's next words.

Suave scrambled for something to say. "I-I... I have duties to attend to-"

"I will have another servant take care of it."

"B-but Lord Fallacy will insist-"

"Let me deal with him," Jasper took a step forward, placing his hands on Suave's shoulders. "Just please, stop avoiding me."

Suave stared at Jasper. The prince had seen through his excuses, but he wasn't angry. In fact, he looked almost... sad. Sad that Suave was avoiding him. Taking a deep breath, Suave nodded.

"A-alright."

Jasper beamed and brought Suave into a tight hug, then let him go with a blush of his own staining his cheekbones. 'Stay cool, Jasper,' he thought. 'Don't scare him away, again.'

... ... ...

Twilight had descended upon the forest, adding to ethereal beauty of the glade. Jasper led Suave under an archway entwined with luminescent, jewel-like flowers, into a garden overgrown with pale white and silver flowers. Suave gasped in awe as the flowers were in full bloom, facing the velvet blue sky dotted with stars. The moon had not yet risen, but the light of the stars illuminated the glade to be as bright as day.

Jasper stopped by a picnic basket, bending over to bring a blanket out. He spread it out over the grass, chuckling lightly at Suave's confused expression.

"D-do you need any assistance, mi- er, J-Jasper?"

The prince shook his head with laugh. "No, no. I would like to serve you for a change."

Suave flushed hard at that, his face as blue as an ocean. Jasper smiled wider as his butler tried to hide his burning blush, failing miserably. With the picnic now set up, Jasper offered his hand to Suave, who took it gingerly. The prince led him to sit down, taking a seat at arm's length. He was trying not to make Suave uncomfortable, though it made him silently question if the butler would be able to tell.

Suave sat awkwardly watching Jasper arrange the picnic, wondering if he could at least help with something. It didn't feel right to do nothing as his prince did everything for him. Before he could ask again if there was something he could do, Jasper offered him a glass of wine.

"Would you like something to drink, Suave?" His butler accepted the glass with a shy smile, which Jasper returned. Taking his own glass, the prince eyed Suave with amusement. "No need to be so tense. It's just us out here, Suave."

The butler sighed, flicking a glance to Jasper. "That... is not what I am worried about."

Jasper's brows rose in surprise and concern. "What's bothering you then?"

Suave turned the wineglass in his hand. "I... it does not matter-"

"Yes it does!" Jasper mentally facepalmed when Suave flinched. Tempering his voice, Jasper tried again. "It does matter. I want to know so I can help."

Suave glanced at the prince again. He softened at the look of concern on his prince's face, and shrugged helplessly. "It is just that.... I fear I am merely a novelty, a passing interest to you. Something you could throw away when you are done with it."

Suave didn't dare meet the prince's eyelights. He was terrified that Jasper would laugh at him, or get angry with him. But no reprimand ever came. He heard shuffling, and closed his eyesockets tightly when he felt a hand under his chin turn his face toward his prince.

Jasper rubbed a thumb over his butler's cheek. His confession would explain why he had been avoiding Jasper for so long, especially after they had almost slept together. At length, Jasper brushed a kiss over Suave's cheek, eliciting a surprised gasp from him.

"I have no intention of ever throwing you away," Jasper said softly. "I love you."

Suave opened his eyesockets wide. Jasper's face was a bright pink, and his smile was hopeful. Suave couldn't believe what he'd heard. "Wh-what?!"

"I said I love you." Jasper's smile faltered a little, but Suave returning it had him beaming again.

"I-I think I love you, too!"

Jasper felt tears of relief come to his eyes, and he buried his face in Suave's shoulder. Suave hugged back, laughing a little at his prince's antics.

They walked back to the castle together, hands held and souls light. Suave yawned and bade Jasper goodnight. The prince placed a gentle kiss on his butler's lips, smiling gently.

"Goodnight, my darling Suave."

... ... ...

Things escalated from there. It started with the occasional flowers, to pecks on the cheek whenever Suave brushed past Jasper, to the prince randomly coming up to Suave and hugging him, mostly from behind.

And Suave loved it. He loved the attention, and Jasper was happy to give it. He'd never experienced this with anyone else, and this as his first was very enjoyable indeed.

One night, Fallacy was about to go on his nightly patrol, expecting that Jasper would accompany him. When his son wasn't at the main entry doors, he started to worry. He stopped a servant on the landing and requested that Jasper come see him at once.

'He's never late,' Fallacy thought, tapping his foot against the floor. 'What on earth is keeping him?'

... ... ...

"That shirt looks great on you, Suave," Jasper remarked casually. His butler turned to smile at him, but his cheeks heated up with Jasper's next words.

"But it would look even better on my bedroom floor~"

Suave couldn't suppress the exasperated giggle welling up in his throat. Jasper had been flirting woth him all afternoon, and with the winter sun just falling beneath the horizon, he figured Jasper would leave him to join his father soon. But Jasper made no attempt to do so, finding Suave's company and flirting with him much more enjoyable. A servant came in, much to the annoyance of Jasper, to inform the prince that Fallacy requested his presence.

"Ugh," Jasper groaned, rolling his eyelights. "Sorry, Suave. I'll be back soon, ok?"

Suave nodded to him, grinning when Jasper pecked his cheek in farewell. The butler went back to his duties of reorganizing the bookshelves, smiling in spite of himself.

Jasper wasn't nearly as happy, storming down the halls with a downright unpleasant look on his face. Fallacy noted with unhidden amusement that Jasper looked as if he'd murder him as soon as he got close enough.

"And where have you been?" All he got was a scowl in response. "I thought you'd be more enthusiastic to help me patrol the northern borders. The troublemakers there have been your favorite to take out after the raid they made on Suave and Encre's escort to Underville two weeks ago, after all."

Jasper growled louder at the memory. Suave had accompanied Encre to Underville to move the rest of his belongings to the castle. On their way, they had been attacked by a squad of vampires, the crests they wore belonging to a known terrorist group to the north of Fallacy's domain. Jasper had been outraged by the scratches he'd found on Suave, and swore to murder every single one of the perpetrators until not one of them were left.

Tonight, however, Jasper just wanted to be with Suave. All he wanted was to hold his cute little butler close to him, feel his soulbeat, kiss him as he melted under Jasper's touch....

The irate prince shook himself out if his thoughts when his father laughed.

"I see how it is," Fallacy smirked. "I will go alone tonight, and you can stay here. Make sure to leave the bed intact."

Jasper grimaced at his father as he left, blushing a hot pink. Fallacy just winked, disappearing into the night in a swarm of bats. Jasper flipped him off as he disappeared, marching back upstairs and trying to calm down. If he got angry, he'd scare Suave, and he really, really didn't want that. Not tonight.

He found Suave in the new art gallery, dusting some of Encre's older works. Suave wasn't quite tall enough to reach the higher ones, and Jasper covered his face to hide his smile. His gaze slid up and down his butler's figure, an appreciative and admiring look on his face. Suave hadn't noticed him yet, which made the idea forming in his mind much more entertaining.

Suave grunted as he stood up on his tiptoes, trying to reach the top of the painting's gilded edge. He still couldn't reach it, so he readjusted his footing and stretched as far as he could. The step stool he was on slid, making him lose his balance. He cried out as he fell, but instead of the floor, strong arms caught him. He looked up in amazement as Jasper swept him up, holding him close to his chest.

"J-Jasper?!" Suave exclaimed. "I thought you would be out on patrol."

"Plan's changed," Jasper replied, tightening his grip. "Tonight, I'm here for you~"

*My brain is trying to shoot the lemon, but it keeps evading me*

Jasper brought Suave to his bedroom, laying his butler on the bed. Suave was vividly reminded of their first kiss, and laid there motionless as he had the first time. Jasper took his hand, placing a kiss on the back of it.

"I love you so much," Jasper purred, moving to gently kiss Suave. He held Suave's hand above his head as his lips moved roughly over Suave's.

Suave held onto his prince's shirtfront, feeling vastly unprepared for this. He didn't know what he was doing here, but he learned best by mimicking, so he started to match Jasper's pace, kissing him back. Jasper hummed, pulling away to survey his butler. Suave was panting, waiting in anticipation for what would come next.

"Do you want to continue?" Jasper asked, knowing what his father would say if he did, and Suave didn't want this. After a moment to catch his breath, Suave nodded.

"Y-yes."

Jasper grinned, then slipped a hand beneath Suave's shirt. Suave gasped and bit his lip, wondering what Jasper would do but confident it wouldn't harm him. Jasper had vowed never to hurt him, so this would be fine!

The prince stroked Suave's ribs, causing his breathing to quicken. It was getting harder and harder for him to stay quiet, and he tried to cover his mouth. How would Jasper react if he made some embarrassing sound? Would he laugh? Would he be annoyed? Any other doubts were washed from his mind as Jasper gently removed Suave's hand away to kiss him.

"It's ok, Suave," his velvety voice made him shiver, "you have nothing to fear with me."

Suave gulped, then nodded. Jasper took that as a sign to keep going, taking Suave's glasses and putting them on the nightstand. Without his glasses, Suave's eyelights glowed brightly, the heart-shaped one glowing almost like a soul. Jasper took a moment to admire them, humming. How he loved to look into them, getting lost in their depths. He loved everything about his perfect little butler.

He helped Suave out of his shirt and vest, then got out of his own. He kissed Suave's collarbone, stroking his ribs and spine. Suave let out soft moans, unable to stop himself. He wrapped his arms around Jasper, holding him closer as the prince moved to his neck. Jasper took extra care here, very aware that he could bite Suave and lose control of himself.

Suave whimpered when he felt Jasper's fangs graze his neck. Was Jasper going to bite him? He knew that vampires bit their victims most often to kill, and not many of them survive. Those who do turn into vampires themselves, becoming immortal and bloodthirsty beasts. He didn't want to die, nor did he want to become a vampire. He began to tremble, terrified of what his prince would do.

Jasper carefully pulled away, alarmed by Suave's shaking. "Suave, what's wrong?"

Suave shook his head, trying to articulate what he felt without making Jasper worry. "I-I was just- I didn't want-"

"Suave," Jasper placed a hand on his butler's cheek. "I promised I would never hurt you. Do you believe me?"

Suave took a few steadying breaths, looking into Jasper's eyelights. "I-I do believe you. I-I was just... afraid, afraid you would... lose control."

Jasper smiled reassuringly. "I won't bite you, I promise."

With that, Jasper kissed Suave trailing his hands up and down his butler's arms. His tongue ran over Suave's lips, parting them and making his butler moan. He brought a hand down to Suave's pelvis. His butler moaned a little louder, his blue ectobody forming. Jasper licked his lips, running his hands over the blue ecto flesh. Suave panted, the bulge in his pants growing almost painful. He whined, squirming as Jasper rubbed harder.

Jasper tore Suave's pants off, his own body forming at the sight of his butler lying under him so vulnerable and submissive. He took Suave's dick in his hand, stroking it slowly.

"You like that?~" He only got moans in response, and he chuckled. "Good~"

Suave's breath grew laboured as Jasper continued, gasping and arching his back when his prince teased the tip with his fingers. After a few minutes of pleasurable agony, Suave couldn't take any more teasing.

"Mmh~ J-Jasper~"

The prince's dick hardened as his butler called his name, and he looked into Suave's eyelights, not stopping his pace.

"Yes, my darling?~"

Suave couldn't speak, pleasure streaking through him like lightning bolts. Jasper smirked, moving his hand to begin stretching Suave out. The sudden invasion from Jasper's finger made Suave tear up, and his prince softly kissed the tears away.

"It's ok, Suave, you're ok. You're doing great, love. Let me make you feel good, ok?"

Suave's soul skipped a beat when Jasper spoke, and the blush on his face darkened. He knew Jasper wouldn't hurt him, he was sure of it! And he seemed to know what he was doing, so Suave trusted him. He gripped onto the pillow behind his head, jolting when Jasper's fingers rubbed his prostate.

"Ah!~"

Jasper bit his lip and rubbed that spot harder, eliciting more gasps and moans from his butler. He couldn't wait to move inside him, and the thought of it made his dick twitch in excitement. Once he was sure he wouldn't hurt Suave, he took his fingers out of him. He positioned himself at Suave's entrance, then looked to his butler.

"Ready?~"

Suave took a moment to prepare himself, then nodded.

"Yes~"

Jasper pushed into him, filling him up and pressing against his prostate. Suave moaned loudly, holding onto Jasper's shoulders as his prince moved inside him. He thrusted in and out, each time touching just the right places to make Suave almost scream in pleasure. Jasper's moans mixed with Suave's, and he began stroking his butler's dick to match his increasingly ruthless pace.

Tears streamed down Suave's face as his orgasm built up, and he held onto Jasper for dear life as it drew closer. Jasper was close as well, but he held himself back to give Suave the most passionate and pleasurable kiss of his life. Suave released as they kissed, and he clamped onto Jasper, causing him to orgasm as well.

For a minute, they lay in each other's arms, panting. Jasper kissed Suave's cheek, noting with a quiet laugh that his butler was half asleep. He leaned up and pulled out of Suave, his butler letting out a shaky moan. Jasper laid down and pulled Suave closer, kissing the bridge of his nose lightly.

"Do you feel up to a bath, my darling?"

Suave groaned softly, opening one eyesocket briefly. "We... probably should...." He broke off with a yawn, snuggling up closer to his prince. Jasper sighed with a grin, then gathered his little butler up in his arms. He brought them to the washroom, and drew up a nice, warm bath. He placed Suave in then got in himself, pulling his butler close and washing him off.

"I should be... the one washing... you off...." Suave protested tiredly, barely having the strength to open his eyesockets. Jasper just chuckled, kissing his forehead.

"I think it's time for a change."

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You didn't see this from me, this whole chapter is a figment of your imagination, ok? You tell no one cuz I'm not supposed to officially be back yet. My motivation is still on vacation (kinda) so we keep this between us. Got it?