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Dark was the night, darker his thoughts.
Aegon wandered restlessly through the shallow grave that the Red Keep had become.
He felt immense unrest and pressure.
The night was more silent than usual.
A shadow moved.
“Out to seek the next servant to compromise, brother?“
“Aemond?“ He squinted.
His younger brother gave him a tight-lipped smirk.
“I can imagine you hardly finding sleep these nights.“
“And you?“
Aemond opened his palms towards him.
“I know that you are on the edge of madness and in need of answers.“
Aegon moved closer, as if to make sure that Aemond was not a dream. He looked up. His brother was not one to flinch. For the fraction of a heartbeat, they looked at eachother. Motionless, quiet, and with a child-like innocence.
“What answers? “ Annoyance.
Aemond’s smile was unreadable. His uncovered eye sparkled in shades of black and violet.
“Who your heir is going to be. How you’ll ever live with the knowledge that your neglect caused your wife to flee into her visions. If your realm will ever deem you a worthy ruler…“
The king was tempted to use his given power to punish the second in line, but he had promised himself to try words first. For the sake of his sanity. For the sake of his legacy.
Barely composed, he suppressed the shaking in his voice.
“Did you come here in the middle of the night to fight me? “
“Oh brother… “A hand rested on the smaller man’s shoulder before Aemond turned to leave.
“I am your king!“
Aegon’s head hit the wall behind him, a sharp jawbone pressed into his cheek as hot breath dampened the curls closest to his ear and Aemond hissed:
“And I know that you secretly want nothing more than to squirm beneath a firm hand and be adored in your submission. You are breathing rather hard in my chamber's closet when you think I am asleep. I want answers, too. *That* is what I came here for. I wonder whether you deem my technique proper, watching me touch myself. I wonder what you felt, seeing me with the Madame in Chataya’s brothel. If you envy her. How long you will be able to keep up the façade of the brutal husband and lover. Is it not your heart's best kept secret to be shown the way?…My king.“
Aemond allowed a satisfied twitch of his lips against his brother´s pulsing neck. The smirk as genuine as it was cruel. Blood of the dragon rushed to the king’s mortified face. Aemond could smell arousal, fear and a single drop of crimson blood running from Aegon’s nose over his own jaw.
Aegon’s first exhale came slow and cautious.
„There, there brother. Do not allow your precious blood to stain me like that.“
He wiped off the droplet and held his fingertip out in an almost coaxing gesture.
There was a long moment of tense expectation.
Aegon’s eyes were dark. Pupils wide he opened his mouth. Just enough to have the idea of a pink tongue peek.
He nipped at the drop, not leaving Aemond’s eyes.
The younger prince stayed unimpressed. His whole face seemed to glow against the dark, as his king brother coated one finger in a loveless kiss.
Aemond tilted his head slightly and leaned down far enough to be on eye level. He wanted the faint trail of blood gone from his chin.
The ball of Aegon’s thumb ghosted mid-air for a moment. Aegon seemingly watched himself from the outside, as he wiped his hollowed palm over his brother’s mouth and chin.
Aemond’s eye managed to pin him in place. Fixate him. The blackmail was perfect. Bastard.
Completely silent, the slender body straightened with a satisfied nod.
“Will the King’s Guards not arrive at any moment?”
Aegon said nothing.
He simply started walking, almost running back to his bed chamber.
Aemond had no trouble following with long strides.
“Ah, you replaced them all with imbeciles. They are probably out to break their oath as we speak.”
Positively dragging him into the room, Aegon closed the heavy wooden door with a grunt.
Light.
Warmth.
Heat.
The one-eyed man leaning against said door, watched him grab his own hair as he slumped into a chair by the fireplace. Aemond stood there, waiting, as if it was his post in the guard. Every few seconds, he caressed his dagger, as a weak substitute for his cock. Aegon’s silent desperation and doubt made him ravenous.
After half a glass of wine and half an eternity, Aegon pointed at the chair opposite to his.
He looked into the flames as he whispered:
“How long?”
“Around seven inches when aroused.” Quibbed Aemond.
But his smile died when Aegon closed his eyes towards the flames.
No snarky remark. No anger. Not even a kick in the balls. Just a tiny, single tear and lashes clinging to confused, salty, wet shame.
Still bracing himself for impact, Aemond leant forward.
“Are you-?”
“How long have you known?” Aegon spoke in an unusually low baritone. Almost inaudible. “Answer me truthfully.” Breathing. “Please.”
“I have known for many years.”
And Aegon cried. The grief of his own prison and all implications streamed down over his pale face.
For a moment, Aemond wondered how everything in their life had come to this exact moment of raw and open, invisible wounds combined with his own massive arousal.
Aemond grabbed a linen shirt from the trunk and placed it awkwardly in Aegon’s lap. He took the shirt’s sleeve, sat down carefully by Aegon’s feet and started wiping his brother's face. Aegon was so vulnerable. Ready to be devoured. In this moment, Aemond could have asked for the crown.
Fire crackling was the only audible thing.
After drying his face, Aemond picked him up. And Aegon let him.
He carried him to the massive bed and pulled Aegon’s boots off after laying him down.
When men talk about bedding someone, this is usually not what they mean.
Aemond thought feverishly about ways to use the situation for his own gain.
Nothing.
His brother looked so soft, so utterly wrecked and beautiful. His mind had nothing to offer but arousal.
“You are staring even harder than usual.” A small smile curved one side of Aegon’s mouth. He seemed close to falling asleep, yet curious.
Aemond returned the small smile.
“That is because my cock is even harder than usual.”
Aegon gaped. Furrowed brows, he looked him up and down. Then wiped his face and muffled into a clenched fist.
“Do not let that go to... waste.”
Aemond, for the first time ever maybe, was genuinely taken by surprise.
“Are you…certain?”
“Do not let this night go to waste. If you leave now, I might come to my senses and have you hanged.”
They looked at each other, not unlike earlier in the hallway.
The younger one was born to be an asset in the other's armoury, was he not? Be a nobleman just once. Serve him.
“Your grace.” Aemond bowed his head slightly and used two fingers to pull the one band from his hair. A long wave of liquid silver rolled over his shoulders and torso.
He felt an admiring gaze on his form. And it made his heart race. This was different. This was not in exchange for money. He was an admired asset.
Carefully, he opened the laces of his jacket and trousers.
Aegon licked his lips as the purple proof of his brother's lust was free and pulsing in arm’s reach.
Almost hesitant, Aemond moved closer and cupped the bulge in Aegon’s own trousers.
“I hope, you are ready to let go. Let me take control.” He started stroking it in earnest.
Aegon nodded just once.
He allowed Aegon to undress him, only leaving his white flowy shirt on.
“If you need to, bite down on it. We would not want anyone to hear the king scream.”
The king’s response was a shiver.
Aemond leant over him, examining him like an expensive trophy. Almost on their own, Aemond’s legs fell open to his left and right.
Tears in his lashes. Still.
“You are beautiful.” Aegon took long strands of hair out of his brother’s face. Jaw cut from marble. His whole body a precise weapon.
Aemond reached for the bedside table and poured a generous amount of oil from a small bottle he found onto his aching cock.
"Don't say that lightly. Wait till we are done. I will try to be cautious, but-“
Aegon’s arse was virginal.
As he teased his oily fingers over the rim, Aegon let out a very fitting, virginal hiccup. The hiccup birthed a groan as Aemond entered him. Two fingers and his brother was already a wanton little slut for it. More.
Time stopped and the only things in existance were his fingers and Aegon's desire for them.
Aemond kissed the mole on his neck and willed his own cock to stop leaking while carefully caressing his brother’s.
“I am never allowing another soul to see you like that.” He said more to himself.
Aegon was already very close. He could feel the throb in his heavy sack.
As he entered the deliciously tight, oily virgin arse of his king, Aemond felt like he had claimed a dragon.
Humbled. Almost.
Aegon had stuffed his face with linen as he urged him on with a pleading moan.
“Oh gods. This is going to be a rather short and intense deflowering if you keep making such noises, your grace.” Aemond failed to hide his grin.
As if to give his approval, Aegon squeezed his cock with his inner muscles and shoved down on the full length of his cock.
And so Aemond fucked him.
He slapped his hands away as Aegon tried to touch himself. Long webs of precome painted his abdomen like a beautiful painting.
Aegon allowed himself to be a used, bruised mess. And even though he looked pained, he met each of Aegon’s thrusts with abandon. He moaned. Deliciously trying to muffle the pleasure. Aemond wanted to capture the sight: The shirt dragged up and into his mouth, sweat soaked chest and a wet messed up treasure trail under helplessly working muscles. Barely concealing the cock inside of him, teased almost to completion.
Aemond bent down to lick the long ridge in the middle of his helplessly twitching abdomen muscles.
Delicious.
Seing Aemond savour his skin’s flavour, sent Aegon over the edge.
Aemond never stopped thrusting, slowly teasing his cock to see every last drop spilled.
“Very good. Very impressive.”
Aegon’s eyes rolled back in his head as he was milked. Praised. He sobbed.
“Oh, your little hole was made for this, fear not.”
The rim was tight but Aegon, in an attempt to make him spill, let it flutter ever so slightly. Aemond watched and gave him a firm squeeze, pinning his whole body down as he came violently.
"Take it!"
Panting.
Sweat.
Aemond pulled out as carefully as he could and watched his seed trickle from his king’s abused arse.
“You took that very well.”
They silently watched each other. Still.
Aegon was flushed like a young maiden. Aemond could not help but rest his spinning head next to his.
Turning towards him, Aegon looked like he had just had the most stunning day dream.
They both laid on their side facing each other.
“Will you use this against me?” Asked Aegon.
“That you find me attractive and invited me into your bed?” Aemond sounded amused.
Aegon nodded.
“Not if that would expose my own enjoyment.”
“Did you know for certain that you would …” Aegon looked down at Aemond’s cock “enjoy it?”
Protector of the realm, who will protect your fragile self?
“I have known for many years.”