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Ike pulls away and loops his arms around Vox’s neck, breathing heavily, “Aren't you pleased that I've grown a bit brave?” his tone was determined. Vox couldn’t hold back a short laugh.

“Do you want me to praise you?”

The prince huffs, “Must I verbalise every desire of mine?”

Yes, an immediate answer in Vox’s head. Yes, the prince has to say he wants it, has to verbalise everything he wants from the butler, word per word, so Vox can use it as an excuse to do the things he does to the him— that all the touches, kisses, embrace, were all things the prince wanted and something Vox must fulfil, not because he wants it either, but because he works under the prince. If he could brush all of this off as an order from the hierarchy, it would lessen the guilt within his heart, convincing himself that this was simply nothing more than work. 

Prince Ike x Butler Vox

The king appoints Vox to be Ike’s new butler so he could protect the prince from any form of danger, Little did he know that the biggest danger of all was none other than Vox Akuma himself.

Rating: Explicit

Relationship: Vox Akuma/ Ike Eveland

Maybe he does mean it, just a little.

Ike slumps back into the pillows and smiles at him warmly, “You really know how to flatter others, Vox. Thank you.”

The butler didn't say anything afterward and only stared at Ike. The prince looks calmer now, his eyes sombre. Blue lighting from the midnight sky catches the rim of Ike's hair, face, and shoulders. Nightfall paints another scenery and it’s Ike, shined by the moonlight, calm and gracious. A painting Vox much prefers than the view outside the window.

Enthralled, Vox doesn’t think much before he leans in to capture Ike’s lips in a kiss.

It’s so subtle, that unless you really put your nose into it you’ll miss it, especially when the prince is so swift in covering it up. So professional and so good at hiding his true feelings behind that calm demeanour of his.

Vox wants to see him break so badly.