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When the news of his father’s death breaks on one sunny afternoon, Aegon barely bats an eye. He continues lazing about on the couch with his laptop on his lap and his favorite Arbor red on one hand. It is unfortunate, but his father’s parenting skill is distant at best and neglectful at worst. Viserys never comes around to raise them as a father even if they live at the same house, preferring to pay more attention to his model miniature city and mop around until his eldest daughter, Rhaenyra, drops by with her three little bastards.
Aegon has had better judgments than his father regarding parenting during one of his babysitting attempts to earn money during his teenagehood. This comes from him who wouldn’t even think twice about getting blackout drunk a day before his finals. Dropping out of university after failing too many courses is expected of him. Nobody is surprised. Not even his mother who always pushes them to be better when she is in the mood of being a mother to her children.
However, money is never a problem for his family. Just one of the only benefits of being born a Targaryen. An endless stream of cash deposited through his mailbox at the end of the month. It is a very ancient way of giving money, but Aegon couldn’t complain. Not when the amount is five times the amount of normal wage in this town. Besides, going outside to manually deposit money through the machine is always a plus. He can go shopping directly afterwards.
He doesn’t know where their wealth comes from nor what kind of work the Targeryens do for a living. Once, Viserys had assigned him a desk job and his supervisor almost threw him out of the office, only holding back because Aegon is his boss' son. Suffice to say, he failed and disappointed everyone again.
His mother always nags him about managing the business, filling after his father’s shoes, and taking over once the times come. No matter how unlikely that is. She gave up on him after turning her attention towards Aemond. Now, the time has come after his father’s death. Aegon is never sure about being the heir of the company, barely knowing anything about the business, except on receiving the revenue in cash. The one thing he is sure of is that he will never inherit it.
The only person who has ever listened to their mother’s gospel is Aemond. Uptight Aemond, as his siblings like to tease him with, will always do his mother’s bidding without fail. It is never spelled out who his mother’s favorite child is, but everyone already knows it is Aemond. Alicent is continuously disappointed at Aegon. She struggles to comprehend Helaena’s artistic tendencies. Daeron was sent away as a ward to stay at their maternal relative’s, the Hightower side of the family.
Rhaenyra, of course, the firstborn daughter, his older half-sister, and Viserys’ favorite, takes over the business without a hitch like a true alpha. Firing and hiring people to her own liking, distributing Viserys’ inheritance as dictated by his will. No matter how much Aegon hates to admit it, especially after listening to his mother’s unhinged rants about Rhaenyra, his sister is doing a great job at whatever she is supposed to do.
It is Viserys’ inheritance that surprised them all. Despite paying very little attention to his three other children, the old man had left them with sufficient wealth. Helaena is bequeathed an art gallery of her own, the one where Viserys had built a decade ago for his late wife, Aemma. His sister is always passionate about being an artist, having found a niche following to make a living once she graduates from art school. Aemond refuses to disclose what his inheritance is, even when Aegon nagged him day and night. Daeron simply states that it is in the form of some properties, bonds, and stocks.
His inheritance is similar to that of Daeron, but his father must have tracked his spending records beforehand, because the old man puts his in a trust with a limit on how much money he can spend in a month. It is miniscule compared to his monthly allowance before. Just to piss him off from beyond the grave, Viserys leaves a simple requirement for an increase in his allowance and a complete access to his inheritance. Get a job.
Even when they all receive their monthly income on top of their inheritance, it is only Aegon’s whose wealth is put behind a wall of requirement. For the next few months, maybe years, Aegon is definitively broke.
A pretty omega like him shouldn’t be forced to get a job, is one of his strongest arguments after downing a bottle of strong red wine. The second one is that every alphas should be fortunate to shower him with money. His attention is expensive. Aegon, with a family as prestigious as the Targaryen, has his hand in marriage highly sought after.
Helaena and Daeron cackle loudly before he can continue onto his next argument. Both presented as alphas shortly after their puberty, refusing to listen to his plight as an omega. Aemond sits there in silence, lost in his thoughts, not even trying to feign interest. His one good eye looked distant enough like that one time when Aemond had pondered about the meaning of life after their father tried to depart some philosophical questions onto his five and seven years old sons. Aegon didn’t even bother thinking about the answer, too busy playing with a toy sword.
His brother departs early to his bedroom, leaving the three of them in confusion.
“What’s wrong with him?” Daeron’s sight lands on Aemond’s closed bedroom door.
Observing the tight grip Aemond had on one of his thighs, Aegon guesses, “he is sexually frustrated. Maybe his rut is near.”
Nobody believes him but they all still laugh. Their usual late night gathering in the living room ends early that night.
Living with his siblings is supposed to lighten the monthly bills, but sometimes their scattered things made him think twice about the arrangement. He is surrounded by idiotic alphas. Several years ago, when the three of them were just turning twenty, their mother moved to a smaller apartment close to the city center, moving away from the husband she barely hid her contempt for. So, Viserys bought them the house they are living in now. Both parents not-so-subtly kicking their adult children out. Helaena invited Daeron to live with them and he accepted.
Being the only one without a job, the task of managing the households falls onto Aegon. Aemond and Helaena work early in the morning and arrive late at night, sometimes not even coming home. Daeron is busy with his studies, not yet graduated from university.
He hires a chef and cleaners for their house, reporting back to Aemond and Helaena about their fees. They pool the money together at the end of the month to pay the monthly bills, each paying their fair share of it. Daeron insisted on paying his part despite not yet working, so Aegon follows his younger brother’s example.
Still, when their hired staff fails to turn up, it is up to Aegon to keep the house running. He puts away the belongings according to their respective owners, sometimes cooking a simple dish for breakfast or dinner. Rewarding himself with a bottle of his chosen wine afterwards. He should have stopped drinking himself to death, but any other alternative is unthinkable for him.
He discovered that it is one of the things he is good at after settling into their weird living arrangement. Aegon tries not to feel too proud about it every time he manages to get everyone on their beds before ten, well fed and content, lest he risks acting like a mother hen.
On one rare Friday, when all the household chores are done being taken care of, Aegon lounges in the bar of the kitchen islands. His eyes scan the catalogue in front of him observantly, more focused than any other occasion. It’s a clothing catalog, other tabs displayed jewelry and wine.
He bites his lips, but biting doesn’t stop his compulsive shopping habits. Neither does his empty wallet. His affinity for purchasing new items is always stronger than his resolution not to click buy on the purchase button at his screen. Aegon groans when the payment failed to go through due to his drained bank account. It isn’t even close to the end of the month, yet. He doesn’t remember buying that much.
Daeron passes by at the right time, his face looking at his screen through his shoulders, “what? Buying clothes again?”
“I need to borrow your account, Daeron.”
“You are extracting money from a student who hasn’t even worked yet,” Daeron quirks one of his brows, “dumbass, just stop buying clothes. You already have a pile of them.”
He already has a pile of them, but Aegon still wants more. Bracing himself for another one of Daeron’s investment lectures, Aegon pouts at his younger brother. Ever since starting university, young Daeron takes it to heart to passionately lecture everyone about day trading or stock broking. It is tolerable to a degree, sometimes helpful, but it isn’t what he currently needs.
“Just get a sugar daddy,” Daeron quips shortly, instead of lecturing him as usual. Aegon widens his eyes, “no lecture this time?”
“No, it’s not like you will ever do it anyway.” True. “You are more likely to get a sugar daddy than a job.”
Also true, but he is still slightly offended at that accusation of his incapability. He hops off the barstool, taking his laptop to his bedroom without bothering to say anything else to Daeron, letting his little brother figure out what he has done wrong.
Despite being pissed off at Daeron’s suggestion, he can’t get it out of his mind. Not that night when he lays at his bed. Not in the morning when he orders the chef for a plate of pancake and wine.
It makes sense. Daeron is the smartest of all of them, even when his intellect earns him little attention from their mother. In other ways, being a sugar baby means Aegon gets paid a lot for basically doing nothing. Except for the sexual aspect of it, he isn’t sure about his ability to do it with an older person, what with having seen his mother being miserable of marrying someone twice her age. It makes her turn into the Faith of the Seven more for comfort, rather than her children.
Oh, well, it is not like the arrangement will be a permanent one. Once Aegon gets bored, he can bail out of the relationship.
The loud booming music splits his eardrums. He isn’t sure if he could hear properly tomorrow or now. It has been a while since he visited any club. He has seen the advertisement for this one, an exclusive club seemingly hosted near an elite building of apartments complex. None of his siblings can attend with him today, not that he counts on their interest in spending their weekends in loud, stuffy places.
The man next to him at the bar has offered to pay for his drinks, asking him a question he couldn’t quite hear over the music. He leans in to hear better, smelling the sharp tacky perfume near the man’s shoulder and the cold of gold chains around his neck. The man takes his posture as an approval to start getting handsy, grabbing Aegon’s ass. He pushes the man, but just as he is about to walk away, his wrist is forcefully held.
Entitled prick.
Aegon stomps on one of his shoes, forcefully pulling himself away. When the grip around his wrist loosens, he loses his footing, tripping back on the barstool behind him only for him to keep falling. His forgotten drink gets elbowed after he tries to balance himself on the bar counter.
A pair of arms catch him before he hits the floor, rubbing a soothing circle on his waist and arm as if trying to calm him. Amongst the smell of people packed like sardines, the strong scent of an alpha behind him soars through. An alpha whose clothes are now wet because of Aegon’s drink. Oh. “Sorry!” He touches the damp suit jacket, more of an excuse to touch the man. He looks up to be faced by one of the most attractive faces he has ever seen lately. Sharp nose with strong jaw, dark eyes piercing through him.
He has his handkerchief ready, the one with an embroidery of a golden winged lizard by Helaena. She muttered something about bringing him luck before handing him his birthday present. Quietly, he makes a mental note to thank her for the handkerchief he remembered bringing.
His head whips around, looking for a less crowded spot to help dry the man. When he gazes back at that ridiculously handsome face, it seems that he understands what Aegon is trying to do. His hand gently held as he is being led away to a quieter area by the red couches lining up to form a half circle.
The darker stain of the area of the suit jacket taints his white handkerchief. The golden winged lizard embroidery is now red after picking up what it can from the spill. Aegon bends down to clean the suit again, letting the man sit down on the couch, while his knee wedges between his thighs. Expensive thick fabrics bunched up in his hand, judging by the form fitting clothes, he guesses it was custom made. He is screwed if he has to pay for a replacement, probably begging Daeron to let him borrow some money again. Aemond will definitely say no. Helaena will question him first until he gives up, she is incredibly worried when handing him money.
“It’s fine, someone can take it to the dry cleaner tomorrow.” He thinks it is impossible for the alpha to be more attractive than before. He is wrong. The deep timbre of his voice made tightened knots in his guts, gathering slick in between his thigh. Gods be good, he needs to get laid as fast as possible. Possibly by this man.
When Aegon freezes at the man’s voice, he asks, “are you okay?”
He nods in reply, tongue tied to form a coherent sentence. Handsome, hot, and attentive. By the looks of his suit, probably rich. They stop to stare at each other, a while before he realizes where he put one of his knees. Aegon stops thinking once the man puts his hand on Aegon’s waist to steady himself, he doesn’t realize his one leg wobbles on the ground below them.
The red of his collared shirt is all he can focus on, Aegon’s head is spinning. Dizzy at the stronger scent of the pale expanse of long neck, he buries his nose there.
It is a blur of movement, Aegon on his back at the red couch. The man on top of him caresses his lips, carefully taking him in a gentle kiss. Warmth spread in his chest, butterflies in his stomach. The kiss intensifies, Aegon pulls him in by the neck. The man ruts into him, hardened tenting on his pants against his clothed crotch.
Too soon for their kiss to be over then the man whispers, “we should continue this at my place.”
His body is burning, scorching with every trail of kisses the other man left on him. There are no more gentle kisses, only hungry ones that leave him ravenous.
Aegon can’t think about anything else once his pants are yanked off and his shirt taken off from his body. His fingers fumble with the button on the man’s clothes, giddy with all the excitement bottled up after weeks being cooped up in his house.
Red blurs to the color of the man’s shirt, the lips that bestow him kisses, and blood drips from the bites they left on each other's skin. The man ruts into him, his bulge directly against Aegon’s wet entrance. He stills, waiting in anticipation of the next move.
It never comes. Rhythm on his head stops as if someone puts a pause to his music. The man struggles to unzip his pants, clearly nervous. Gone is the lust from before.
“Have you done this before?” Aegon looks up, under the light of the huge living area of the stranger’s penthouse, the person in front of him looks younger. Shadows from the dimness of the club no longer there, leaving the freshness of youth on his face.
Hearing that he flushes, cheeks tinged pink. Cute. “Not usually.” Yeah, he can tell.
He reaches out to unzip the pants gently, sitting up to push the other down to lay down on the wide space of the L-shaped couch. It is white, he notes distastefully. Easily dirtied. And they will never make it to the bedroom because Aegon doesn’t want to wait.
Even if the man in front of him is inexperienced, Aegon is willing to overlook it. His cock stands tall, springing up after having been freed from its confines. It fills Aegon’s entire grasp, veiny muscles glistened by pre-cum. He is already drooling by the time he brings the tip of it onto his mouth, failing to take it halfway before gagging.
He makes up for what he cannot take in his mouth by rubbing it with his hands, unable to finger himself. A few bobs of his head and the man comes with a low groan, feeling the slight knot forming at the base of his cock. The white liquid drools out of his mouth, before he can wipe it off, a hand shoots out to grab his dirtied jaw. He looks entranced, pupil dilated and brown irises reflected in the moonlight behind Aegon.
It is the dazed look of a person experiencing his first orgasm, the shock, the pleasure, the aftermath. Aegon snorts, “what? Never done this before?”
“I have,” the man protests, sounding even younger than before, “it’s just not this intense.”
Aegon’s cunt throbs around nothing, betraying the disinterest on his face. Seeing the limp of his cock after coming, Aegon takes out the next best thing, his fingers. They won’t replace his cock, but the length is enough to reach that spot inside him. Aegon keens as he fucks himself on the man’s fingers, ignoring the cunt struck look on his face. Aegon has given him his pleasure, now it is his turn.
The man follows his lead, observing his reactions to every twist of his fingers. A fast learner, he notes. He adds more fingers inside, pressing deep up to his knuckles. They curl just right, pressing on the same spot over and over again that makes white blooms behind his eyelids. When Aegon comes, the alpha pulls out his fingers and sucks the taste of him. The man snuggles him on the couch, Aegon’s head rests on his chest, still clothed with red.
He wakes up to the morning sun shining in full force through the wide infinity windows, lacking the warmth of another body. Instead it was replaced by a thick blanket cooconning him.
His nose catches the smell of mouth watering breakfast, looking around to see a figure behind the counter of the stove. It’s not him. He guesses her to be the cook, wearing an apron. She gives him a plate of breakfast, he smiles bitterly in return.
“The young master had instructed me to cook you dinner. He had to leave early.”
That same young master has no manners, Aegon thinks, daring to leave him rather unsatisfied and yet has no decency to face him in person the next morning.
He eats the scrambled eggs in silence, dressing himself in his neatly folded clothes by the sofa, not knowing who did it. Aegon reaches up to feel a paper crinkling on the left side of his pants. Quietly pulling it out to make the scrawl on the check, a decent amount followed by a note scribbled on it a series of phone numbers along with a name.
The name Jake is scribbled neatly, clearly not in a hurry whatsoever or maybe his handwriting is just like that.
He folds the check hastily, still reeling from what he has done. Sleeping around is one thing, being paid for it is another. It is anger to Jake the virgin brat who dares leaving him like a paid whore, yet also relieved at the abundance of money he receives from it.
Aegon makes up a truce with his laziness, promising to get a job so he will never have to rely on a check by this brat.
His resolve crumbles faster than his mother’s patience. After cashing the check, Aegon goes back on his habits. Sure, he spares some money to pay his share at the end of the month, but the rest of those are gone in a week. No job in sight.
His siblings who share a knowing look in their eyes suggested going to a therapy to fix his spending habits.
“It is becoming a problem,” even Aemond, who usually keeps his distance, chimes in.
Very unhelpful of them. At least his pile of new clothes will provide better emotional comfort.
Same building. Same floor. Same penthouse. He doesn’t have to do much memorizing because there is only one penthouse in the whole building.
He has taken on his mother’s habits of picking his nails when in a nervous state lately. Texting the number scribbled on the notes had taken him hours of hesitation. Hours he usually doesn't spend in a wreck over someone. No one is worth that much of his time so far. Except for this man who is willing to pay him and look good enough to drool over.
Jake welcomes him with a candlelit dinner, far too early in the evening to do that. As he watches the swirl of the wine on his hand, Jake observes him with a silent interest. He has to ask him what again with too much snap in his tone. Hopefully, that won’t deck his payment.
“Are you in this…field of profession?” Jake gestures his arm to him in the middle of their dinner, hesitating on using clearer words.
“Field of profession? What?”
“You know…payment in exchange for sexual favors.” Are you a whore? That part goes unsaid, but Aegon doesn’t need the full context to know what he is asking. He douses his anger with the thought of the amount of money he is going to have after this.
Jake takes his silence as a sign to ask another question, “we never properly exchange names.” He puts his palm on the table, sliding it over to Aegon’s side of the table as if asking for his.
“I already know yours, you already know mine from our chat.” There is no need, but Aegon still puts his hand into the waiting palm, feeling the rough calloused surface of it, a contrast to his smooth one. He felt two fingers trace circles round his hand, making his breath hitch.
“What’s your name? Mine is Jake.” Stupid Jake with his stupid smile. Flipping his world with just a gaze. Aegon sits dumbfounded, before firing out a quick, Egg.
He wouldn’t want to give him his real one, just to be safe. The last person he went on a date with was a creep who had been following him all the way to his house, hoping for sex. Even when Aegon explicitly said no. Aemond almost decked that creep, while Helaena was prepared to send her bugs for poisoning. Daeron tracked his profile and reported it to the police, the most reasonable action anyone could make.
The person he had been seeing before going on a date with that creep is an alpha who asked for his hand in marriage after being discovered in a bed with another omega, not wanting to let go of the advantages that came with dating Aegon, a Targaryen. He was almost married to that cheater if not for his mother pleading with his father not to grant his blessing. Aegon is more than aware of him being irresistible, it’s just that he attracts the worst kind of people who live in Westeros. His dating track records are just like Aemond’s skill in communication.
“Egg,” the way Jake rolls his name on his tongue, breaks his thought. He watches carefully as Jake lifts his hand up to kiss it. “Do you mind having this dance with me?’
They leave the table in favor of slow dancing to the tune of the gentle music in the background. Jake’s hands on the small of his back slotted perfectly against his body. Aegon puts his arm around the taller man’s neck, swaying slightly.
“Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?” Countless people have. Aegon isn’t that dense not to know his level of attractiveness as an omega. It is somewhat different coming from Jake’s mouth, making butterflies flutter in his stomach. He chooses to lean forward, shutting him down before he can say another cringy pick-up line.
There is a hesitation there, Jake lips quiver to meet him. It is slow, tasting sweet of wine. They stop dancing in favor of kissing. Jake dips his head lower, pushing his tongue inside Aegon. He lets him. They made it to the bedroom this time, coloured all black and white with splashes of red, no decorations whatsoever. This place is devoid of identity, yet full of the scent of him.
Aegon lets him take off his clothes while undressing Jake. The alpha’s mouth rarely leaves him. Only when Jake pushes him down his bed does Aegon take in the hunger in those brown eyes, presenting himself all bare and demure for his alpha. He has already prepared himself this time, fingering himself open in his bedroom to lessen the pain before arriving at the penthouse. Aegon doesn’t want to be torn apart by his cock.
When Jake pushes inside him, it almost feels like the preparation isn’t enough even when he begins slicking. The alpha is bigger than he remembers, his entrance refuses to stretch accordingly and it burns. Aegon doesn’t realize his tears until Jake comes to wipe it away, worry on his face as words tumble out, “are you okay? Does it hurt? Do I need to–”
He kisses him, “move.” When Jake still hesitates, he wraps his legs around the man’s torso. Taking that huge thing all the way to the hilt. “If you move, it will be less painful for me.”
Jake takes the cue, rocking his hips experimentally. It makes him see white when the alpha’s cock brushes against that spot inside of him. The toe-curdling pleasure ripples through. Jake does it again and again until Aegon mewls brokenly under him. They set a rhythm, Aegon meeting his thrust with equal fervor, eager to chase his own pleasure.
Aegon feels the stuttering of the other man’s hips, the groan falling from his lips, and the wetness inside him that follows. Eager lips chases his own, desperate to capture more of him before it ends. Jake’s hand wraps around his cocklet, pumping him before he spills into it. The bulbous base of the alpha’s cock catches his rim when he tries to pull out. Aegon whimpers, that seems to stop Jake from moving.
“Are you okay?” Amidst his inflating knot being milked dry by Aegon’s tight walls, he grunts.
“Yeah, aside from the fact that your cock is inflating inside me.” That is enough to make the alpha above him wince. He looks guilty like a puppy being scolded. Aegon likes that look on him. Jake uncontrollably pushes deep, guilt still on his face as his cum flows inside.
He laughs, Jake is surprised by the rings of his voice. “No need to feel that guilty. It’s fine.” Aegon takes his face between his hands, forgiveness on his kisses as he drags the man down to the bed. They tumble together, tangled in the sheets.
“I like your laugh,” the alpha hums. He tries not to blush at the innocent compliment, warmth spreads in his chest.
“Can you try this on for me?” That innocent request along with the puppy eyes he gives him doesn’t match the content of the white paper bag.
They have been meeting several times over the weeks. Sometimes Aegon shows him something that he wants. The next time they meet, the items are given to him. Jake is generous with money, unquestionable in his loyalty to make him happy.
He hadn’t asked for this one. The pink lace of the attire hugs his figure well, his nipples contrasted red against pink. Jake’s stare burns into him, hungry gaze sets Aegon’s ablaze. It is a pink lingerie, one that leaves his cunt and cock out in the open. There are frills around the side of his hips, jutting out like an imitation of a skirt. A really useless skirt.
“Come here,” the alpha hums, scent spiking with arousal. Aegon doesn’t need to walk before Jake corners him into a wall. Not even an ounce of patience to wait. “If I buy you more of these, will you wear it for me?”
Aegon nods. They carve out a piece of themselves in each other, biting skin until it bleeds. Red of copper, red of his lips. Better than the red of his wine.
He wakes to the cold space on his bed, lacking the presence that is usually there to greet him. Two months into their relationship, he is comfortable enough at staying in Jake’s place. Often, he forgets to bring his change of clothes, which leads him into digging through Jake’s walk-in closet for one.
The first time it happened, Jake’s shirt was too big on him, falling down his thighs like a short dress. He didn’t even need to wear pants. Jake woke up to him wearing that, bleary eyes couldn’t mask his want. They had a late breakfast that day and Aegon needed to clean himself again.
His hand brushes against the crinkle of a paper bag on the back of the wardrobe. Amongst the folded clothes, he pulls the bag towards him. The inside is filled with a bundle of black fabric and a red velvet ring box. His heart stirs at the possibility, proposal? This early? Is he even ready to be married?
Maybe if it is with him…
The ring laid out on the velvet cushion is silver adorned with small sapphires all around it. Beautiful little thing that only fits on his pinky. Oh, maybe it isn’t for him after all. He turns to unfold the black bundle, a small dress that doesn’t even fit him and a black mating collar adorned with the sapphires. Jake always gives him bright-colored clothes, mostly lingerie and lacy underwear. Other clothes are of Aegon’s choice, the one he asks Jake to buy from his online cart. The content of this bag isn’t meant for him. Judging by the placement hidden so far in the wardrobe, he isn’t meant to find it either.
Jake probably has someone he is willing to propose to. The size of the dress fits for someone smaller than him. He has been playing himself a fool this entire time, having feelings for someone who pays him for sex. It is ridiculous to think that someone as perfect as Jake would want to settle down with someone he thinks of as a paid escort. Their relationship has been purely transactional from the start. Aegon’s payment is in the form of money and things. Jake has no obligations to fall in love. They are bound to separate someday, one way or another.
It is the gnawing feelings on his chest that surge him up to go looking for his clothes, pushing down the tears that threaten to spill. He doesn’t like the thought of separating from Jake. His arm shoves the paper bag deep in the wardrobe, not caring about the crinkling it will cause. His clothes aren't in the bedroom, it must be outside. Through the slightly opened door, Aegon can hear conversation between two men. One of them is Jake, the other sounds younger, boyish even. The other voice sobs and whimpers, while Jake hushes and comforts him. From the view of the bedroom, he cannot see either of them.
He awkwardly stands still, not wanting to disturb them. When it is clear that the conversation will last longer, Aegon decides to dress himself in Jake’s clothes. They are loose-fitting in his body, but he doesn’t care. The belt will secure the pants just fine and he can walk out of here, go home, and forget anything ever transpired between the two.
When the mumbled voice outside ceased, Jake steps into his room alone reaching for a kiss. Instead, Aegon offers him a tight smile, stepping back, “morning. Who was that you were talking to?”
“It’s my brother. I can introduce you to him next time, if you want. He is in a bad mood right now.” It’s fortunate that it is not his fiancé. Aegon can’t summon any energy to deal with someone’s angry fiancé after being lied to. Jake eyed his attire, “are you in a hurry?”
“Yes, I need to go now,” last chance for a confirmation, he probes questioningly, “do you have…a gift for me? A ring, maybe?” Aegon has asked for more before, stopping now won’t affect their relationship going further.
Jake fixes a stare at him and sighs heavily as if he is asking too much, “no, maybe next time. Do you want one?”
That bag is definitely not for him.
Aegon bolts without any further goodbye. He grabs his belongings, along with his clothes that create a trail to the bedroom. He ignores Jake’s confused stare and the subdued crying coming from one of the spare bedrooms he passes by.
Aegon isn’t sure if the sobbing is from him or from the other person.
“Whose clothes are those?” Daeron is the only one at home, aside from the household staff. He turns his attention away from the screen of his laptop towards Aegon, keen interest in his gaze.
Aegon groans loudly, dry tears leave a trace on his face. He needs someone to listen to him right now about one of his unfortunate brushes with another asshole of an alpha. He hasn’t told his siblings about Jake yet, initially wanting to keep all the good things to himself while it lasts before it ends.
Then, his siblings had misunderstood his change of schedule, celebrating Aegon’s returns on one of his earlier weeks dating Jake as going home from his new job. He didn’t have the heart to correct them, not wanting the confetti and cake they prepared for him to go to waste. Helaena and Daeron smiled proudly, even Aemond patted his back several times. The sweetness of the cream mixed with any cum left on his mouth. He had sucked Jake off before going home that day.
His guilt from lying was made worse by his mother, presumably told by Aemond, congratulating him through the phone.
Daeron listens attentively as he spills out all the rage from the last two months, leaving the bit of his new job as vague and unconnected as possible. When Aegon is done fuming, he opens a new bottle of wine. It has been a while since he does this, with how much time he has been spending away in Jake’s penthouse.
“Who is this Jake? Does he have any social media? Username?” His forehead wrinkles, thinking of something but comes up with none. Aegon is thankful Daeron’s mind doesn’t immediately connect this with his new fake job. His little brother huffs, “seriously? You dated someone without even stalking him?”
Aegon doesn’t answer. Daeron digs for more information, “what’s his last name?” His fingers type away on the keyboard, frowning in concentration.
“Jake…uh…well, he must have one.”
“Yes, he has one, and you don’t know.” He doesn't even know where Jake gets his money from, or what work he is doing. All he knows is that Jake is rich.
“It’s not like I'm getting bonded to him. I don’t need to remember his mother’s maiden name or anything,” Aegon shots back, frustration blooms inside him. He isn’t getting bonded to Jake because he already has a fiancé in mind. It’s never going to be him.
“It’s better to be safe, what if you went missing because of him?” Aegon pouts at the lecture, then Daeron puts his hands up in conciliatory gestures, “Jake is a common name, but I can find him if you know his last name.”
What for? He has half a mind to give Daeron the alpha's telephone number, to see if there is something coming up about Jake, stopping only at the last second. It’s not like Jake will leave his betrothed to get back together once Aegon discovers his last name. “It’s fine, Daeron. Leave it. I just want to move on.”
Aegon never gets the chance to tell the rest of his siblings because Helaena arrives running through the front door, worried and fraught in her eyes. She finds them sitting on the couch watching a documentary about some CEO. Obviously, Daeron’s pick of shows doesn’t interest him, he almost dozes off. Helaena pants, incoherent rambles tumbling down her mouth. They only manage to make out something about Aemond before she leads them to her car parked haphazardly in front of the gates.
The bundle of red, silver, and black barely resembles Aemond. They know it is him by his scent, no matter how muddled it is by blood.
“Baela brought him to me, already like this,” Helaena frantically breathed through her mouth. Panic never ceases, “she said that he didn’t want to be brought to the hospital.”
“What happened?”
“I’m not sure. If it is with Baela, it must have something to do with their work.” The shady family business, Helaena meant to say. “She didn’t look too good either, but she refused my help.”
Aegon shudders, relieved of him being shunned out of the family business when looking at the state Aemond is in. He lifts the bloody strand of silver hair, sticking to his black clothes. Aemond grunts loudly, holding back the pain as Aegon accidentally presses on the red spot of his clothes.
“We need to take him to the hospital,” Daeron voices his concern, “he isn’t going to make it if he stays here.”
“But Baela said…,” Aegon mentions, but his two siblings already made up their minds. The three of them hop on the car, Helaena driving at top speed to the nearest hospital.
Aemond’s condition has been worrying. He stays unconscious for a few days, when he is finally conscious, he is mumbling in his sleep. Aegon offers to stay with him, being jobless and loveless too. He ignores Jake’s calls and texts asking for their usual meet up, blocking them when he has the chance. Caring for Aemond helps him takes his mind off of it.
It takes a few weeks for the hospital staff to give a green light for Aemond to go home. He ignores the watchful eyes of a few nurses and doctors on them both, even if it makes him uncomfortable. They will no longer have to deal with them.
Aegon carries his belongings, driving Aemond home in silence.
He never asks Aemond about his job. It is better not to agitate the alpha further in his downtrodden condition, every movement still carries a wince of pain.
When they were younger, Aegon and his siblings used to play with their nephews. Though as they grew older, the struggle for power and position in his family started to take roots in dividing their relationship. Rhaenyra’s sons were clearly favored by his father. Viserys always granted his grandchildren anything without considering what his children wanted. Uncles and nephews never got along well.
Communications between them ceased over the years as both Rhaenyra and his mother forbade their children for any kind of contact. The last time Aegon met them was at Aunt Laena’s funeral ten years ago, which ended with Aemond losing an eye, Viserys blaming his own children, and Rhaenyra’s anger invoking further fire. Mother had been angry, she was defending them with all her might. Aegon had called his nephews bastards, he would have done it again to defend his mother and siblings. Daeron had the privilege of not being there, not witnessing his family falling apart.
His siblings attended their father’s funeral, but Aegon and Daeron didn’t go. He purposely drank himself to unconsciousness, forcing them to leave him or else risking him making a scene. Daeron volunteered to stay behind to watch after him. The rest of his siblings and his mother must have met and communicated with them somehow, because Helaena mentioned Baela, Rhaena, and surprisingly, Lucerys a few times visiting her gallery. He wasn’t sure about Aemond, a man of few words and menacing stare.
Now, after almost a decade of minimal contact, a letter arrives on their doorstep, just after Aemond gets dispatched. The timing is too close to be a coincidence.
“Rhaenyra invites us to join her family in a Christmas family gathering dedicated to the memory of our father,” Daeron waves the opened letter around, looking at each of them before going back to read it, “at the Red Keep.”
“Where is the Red Keep?” Aegon barely remembers any places he visited in their childhood. The Targaryen owns many properties.
“It’s a lodge, near a national park,” Aemond interrupts their thinking, “we have been there before.”
“So, it is in the middle of the woods then?” Daeron slouches on the sofa. They are sitting around the living room where they usually gather most nights.
“No, near a national park. Not in the middle of it.”
“Yes, same thing. Rhaenyra invites us to a cabin in the middle of the woods. She is going to kill us all and hide our bodies. It’s going to start snowing soon. The timing is perfect. She even sends the invitation using a letter because it cannot be tracked digitally,” Daeron babbles nervously. Despite being the most level-headed one, it seems like he fears Rhaenyra. “I am not going.”
Helaena grabs the letter from Daeron, reading it before stating, “all attendance required.”
“I have university matters to attend to. I’m sure she will understand.” None of them have ever been sure of what Rhaenya is going to do. However, Daeron has the advantage of growing up away from the family drama. It means more possibility of Rhaenyra not noticing him missing. Still, Aegon doesn’t know where Daeron’s wariness stems from. He adds, “if I were you, I wouldn’t go either. If you decide to go, let me have your stuff, okay?”
Then, Daeron goes back to his room, leaving the three of them to deal with the mess. Only a few moments later does he peeks from his door, relaying new information, “it’s a hunting lodge! What did I say about her trying to get rid of us?”
“It cannot be that bad, right? Lucerys is so sweet. He talks about wanting to be a vet. Have you met his newest pet yet? It’s a golden retriever,” Helaena rambles on with a smile. Aemond slightly chokes at the mention of the name.
Aegon takes it as a sign to remind them, “the same Lucerys who took his eye?” He nods pointedly at Aemond.
Instead of defending him, though, Aemond scowls, “you weren’t there when it happened.”
If it were any other occasion, he would have argued back. Now, he isn’t about to debate with his sick brother, “yes, sorry, now please, tell me that you guys aren’t going.”
Despite the red paints darkening into black and the rickety old lodge barely keeping the winds out, it is still called the Red Keep. Daeron is right about the place, it is surrounded by trees. Not far enough in the woods but still isolated from the other lodges in the area. The traces of their footprints are covered by the rapidly falling snow, even when the pathway leading up to the Keep must have been shoveled before, evident in its lightness compared to its surrounding grounds. The same shovel that is probably going to bury them at the end of their visit.
Aegon wraps the white fur coat tighter around him. If he is going to die, he wants to be in his best clothes. His line of sight falls onto his mother who perks up at the mention of Rhaenyra’s name. She insisted on going, even when she didn’t receive an invite, dressing up to the nines, a green emerald coat wrapped around her with her best jewels adorned her hair. To be honest, her presence makes him feel safer.
Mother leads the charge to the menacing building like a brave soldier, followed by Aemond and Helaena. Aegon lags behind, dragging his feet with a bottle in his hand. Behind them, a few servants unload the two cars that they had driven in to carry their baggage inside.
They are greeted by an empty landing with two double stairs leading up to the next floor. The inside has been cleaned of dust, fairy lights hang around the wooden ledges of the building. A huge fire roared in the stony fireplace, above the decoration of a dead moose watched over them. There is even a christmas tree at the corner, with all the tacky decorations and a three-headed dragon figure as a topper. Classic.
“Egg?”
Aegon freezes. He knows that voice, the familiar one that he woke up to several weeks ago. He doesn’t need to turn around to see his face. Still, he does. They all do. Jacaerys comes from a hallway that connects the main landing to one of the wings of the house, particularly Rhaenyra’s side of the lodge. His mother’s claimed the other wing, effectively minimizing all kinds of contact between the two when they were forced to gather together.
It has been a while since he last saw Jake. A while too long. He looks good with the deep red turtleneck outlining his muscles. Aegon gulps, willing away any dirty thoughts in his mind. Anything but this cheater. The easy smile that graces Jake’s face falls once he catches sight of him. His legs bring him closer to the alpha. Aegon forces the lodge in his throat to budge, “what are you–?”
“Jacaerys,” his mother cuts him off, mostly unaware of what Aegon is trying to do. The volume of his voice is tiny, barely audible.
Jacaerys…Jace…Jake? Oh, no, don’t tell him…
“Grandma,” Jacaerys acknowledges her presence, a slight nod to her then a smile to Helaena. He made a point to pointedly look at Aemond who now stands behind him, but it is a subdued pity. Almost as if he knows what Rhaenyra will do to them. Once he is done greeting everyone, his eyes fall to Aegon, gaze intensified at him as if to pick him apart. His stomach flips at the thought. His mother’s mouth twitches downward at the honorifics, a reminder of her horrible marriage to their father. Everyone already knows not to call her that unless to purposely pisses her off.
“Where is your mother? I thought of her better than this when we already replied to her invitation.”
The smile that Jacaerys offers is a tight one, still so handsome. Aegon wants to kiss those lips over and over. “She is preparing herself. Rest assured, she is very enthusiastic in welcoming you all.”
Aegon wonders what kind of preparation for their arrival warrants that much enthusiasm. Perhaps, Rhaenyra is brandishing her guns, right now. Thinking of the best way to cut them like a Christmas cake or the boar she had famously caught when she was young.
“How are you holding up, uncles?” Despite the question being directed at them both, Jacaerys is clear of asking only Aegon. Aemond gives a short hum, before turning around to watch the flurry of servants disappearing to their side of the lodge with their belongings in tow.
His mother squares up, taking his nephew's question as a challenge, “he is doing well. Better even. He has got a well-paying job.” It’s not exactly what Aegon said to him, never disclosing the amount of money received. Only giving her a necklace using the money as a reconciliatory gesture. She is bluffing.
“A well-paying job?” Jacaerys raises his eyebrow, making his cheeks burn red with humiliation. Aegon wants the ground to swallow him. He is never telling his mother anything again. “Congratulation.” It is anything but congratulatory.
Oblivious of the situation, her mother continues forward, “yes, he works long hours. Sometimes I worry for him, but he is close to getting promoted soon.” She is definitely bluffing right now.
Jacaerys stares him up and down, stopping at his lips before going back to meet his eyes again, “I am sure his diligent work ethic will be appreciated and rewarded soon. What kind of promotion are you hoping to receive, uncle ?”
Even if it is clearly directed at him, his mother wouldn’t back down. Luckily, before she can do any more damage, Helaena signals to Aemond to walk their mother somewhere, sensing Aegon’s obvious discomfort. He prepares himself for another round of thinly veiled humiliation on his nephew’s hands. The same nephew whose cock had been fucking him for the past months.
“Alicent,” at the firm voice of his older half-sister, threats hidden behind her gentle tone, they look up to see her silver-blond hair. She calls from above, descending the stairs gracefully. Behind her, two of his bastard children followed. The older one with softer omega features and a leather choker around his neck must be Lucerys. He guesses the shorter of the two to be Joffrey. He can feel Aemond stilling behind him, straightening his back at their arrival.
The tensions between the two are thick. It hasn’t been an hour since they arrived, but Aegon already felt the air turning colder than the snow outside. He shivers as Rhaenyra takes a sweeping look at her arriving guests, her gaze landed briefly on him. His breath hitches. Only daring to take a lungful once she pins her gaze behind him.
It is scarier now that Aegon suspects his sister knows what transpired between him and his son. Even if Jacaerys is a grown man, Rhaenyra always prioritizes and cares for her children no matter when. It is almost laughable how different their situation is compared to Aegon and his siblings. He almost wishes to be born as one of Rhaenyra's sons hadn’t it for the voice in his head that sounds similar to his mother, shaming him about the idea.
“I’m glad you are all able to attend,” she says to them. Rhaenyra stops in front of Alicent, “I see you have invited yourself.”
His mother straightens up, “I am still a part of this family and Viserys was my husband.”
“Only when it is convenient for you and your father, it seems,” Rhaenyra waves her hand, gesturing to them all to take a seat around the fireplace. None of them, except for Helaena, moves a step. His sister stumbles on to a stop when no one moves. Rhaenyra hisses her next sentences loud and clear, “it won’t be the first time your wayward son refuses to follow basic orders.”
If rules and Aegon were wed, theirs would be like a union between his mother and father.
“That’s rich coming from someone who goes out behind her father’s back to sleep with her uncle.” It hits too close to home. However, Aegon cherishes this rare moment of his mother not directing her anger at them, using it to protect them instead. He wants to cheer for her, with all that shouting and clapping.
“Isn’t that a long time ago? Do you want to hear the most recent one? The one where your son seduces mine?”
“What is the meaning of this? My children,” his mother pauses to look at him, as if hesitating, “will never do such things . Not with yours, at least.” She adds the last line for him. Aegon is slightly grateful at her consideration.
Cold sweat breaks on his back. Goosebumps all over his arms. Rhaenyra knows . He looks to Jacaerys, but that traitor stays quiet, observing the fight unfolding in front of him. He closes his eyes, bracing for what’s next to come. Maybe his mother will shout and slap him, but that have been the usual thing.
“Aemond takes my dear Lucerys to bed and impregnates him!”
That doesn’t sound like his name being called. He lets out a breath, the burden on his back magically being lifted. The shock of hearing his brother’s name is quickly replaced by relief. It doesn’t make him a bad person not to pity the favorite son so much. Aegon takes a peek at Aemond, surprised to see his calm reaction. Then back to Lucerys, only now does he notice the slight bump being cradled carefully by his nephew. His brother is calmer than he should be, as if he had been bracing for this a long time ago.
“Let me be respon–” Aemond interferes, stepping in front of their mother.
Rhaenyra roars, every bit of a dragon like the one, or all three, on their family crest, “you vile alpha, taking advantage of my son’s innocence!”
“Your son must have seduced him, he takes after your whoring ways!” His mother shouts back, equally as fierce, “Aemond is an honorable man!”
Aegon steps to the sideline, accompanied by his almost empty bottle of wine. The arguments escalate into vile insults, each more creative than the last. When Rhaenyra rushes towards Aemond, his mother blocks her way. The escalation of their struggle is only held back by Lucerys and Aemond.
Out of the corner of his eyes, he sees Jacaerys, hesitating to interfere with guilt on his face. Aegon catches his gaze, daring him to do just that when they had both done the same. Hypocrite, he almost says but Jacaerys plants his feet where he stands and returns his stare. Let this be the fight of the second sons.
If Daeron were here, he would have pulled out his phone and started recording.
Daemon arrives late and in a hurry to break the fight between the two sides unsuccessfully. He almost gets his head bitten off if it isn’t for Lucerys pleading with all of them to stop. They finally do.
And then they sit around the long round table like a normal family gathering, like they haven’t tried to kill each other moments ago. Rhaenyra sits at the head of the table, Daemon on her right and his mother on her left. The rest of them follow by precedent. In front of him sits Jacaerys, awkwardly trying to focus on his meals.
“Rhaenyra, sister, I truly do love him and it isn’t my intention to abandon your son. Let me wed him in the ways of our family tradition.” Aemond tries to be responsible here, but his lack of foresight causes the quarrel to bloom over. It’s because of the loss of an eye, Aegon laughs in his mind.
“He can just get rid of it,” his mother chastises her favorite son, “that bast–…boy isn’t worth your future, Aemond.”
When the fight starts again, Aegon saves up the bottle of unopened wine at the center of the table. They won’t drink it anyway. Not with the way this family dinner has been going on so far. Nobody notices him walking away amidst the commotion.
He vaguely remembers a greenhouse located at the end of Rhaenyra’s side of the lodge, intending to have a moment of peace alone. The creak of the wooden floors follow his steps, stopping only at the glass hallway connecting the greenhouse to the main one. The floor beneath is paved with stone tiles. He sits by the dried fountain at the center of the greenhouse, taking the first sip from the bottle. The cupid statue had its arrow pointed at him, standing alone and abandoned on top of the fountain. Bitterly, he notes the similarity of his situation.
“Egg.” Not Uncle. Just his nickname. Aegon wouldn’t notice his presence if Jacaerys hadn’t called. Jacaerys takes up the empty space beside him.
“Your name isn’t Jake,” he refuses to look at him, instead Aegon observes his hands as if they were the most interesting thing in the world.
“No, Egg isn’t your real name, either.” They both have been lying to each other. Jacaerys kneels in front of him, wanting to see his face. There is disappointment and sadness in his tone. “Why did you stop answering my texts? Have I done something wrong?”
“It’s the right thing to do. Your fiancé wouldn’t like it if they found out.”
“What fiancé?” His nephew has the audacity to look innocent, Aegon wants to punch that face and kiss it afterwards.
“Stop lying. What about the mating collar? The ring? Who do they belong to?”
He looks confused, pondering about it as if he doesn’t remember his own wardrobe, “the silver ring with sapphires?”
Aegon nods. There is a small hope in the corner of his heart, the one he always reserves for all the good things that never happened in his life. “Luke gave it to me one day and said it was a gift from someone. He promised to come back for it but this happens.” He doesn’t need to mention who that someone is, most likely to be Aemond.
“Why didn’t he keep it by himself?”
“He still lives with my mom. She is quite protective of him, being her only omega son and all that.” He doesn’t understand the coddling, his mother never does that to him. Then again, every parent is different in expressing their concerns.
Aegon releases a laugh, the wine easing his worries. All those fights back in the dining room. Seeing him laugh, Jacaerys grins. He had been so stupid to assume the worst, so unfair in his judgment to ignore the alpha without giving him a chance to explain.
“I’m sorry,” he chokes on his words, very rarely does Aegon apologize and actually mean it, “I thought you were going to get married.”
"And you are upset because of that?" Brown eyes stare at him, curiously observing every twitch on his face. Aegon doesn't answer, watching him instead. Jacaerys darts out to lick his lips. Upon a closer look, his eyes are brown dotted with specks of purple. A Targaryen. His nephew. The last person he should be doing anything with right now. Not when both their mothers are in the same building fuming about their younger brothers having similar relations.
He doesn’t need to do anything. Jacaerys shoulders all the blame for their action, closing the distance between their lips. Soft, warm, and Jacaerys. He kneads Aegon’s lips with his own, tasting the wine left on his tongue. The hand on his neck forces him deeper into the kiss.
It seems that weeks without him had made Jacaerys thirst for him. His kisses made up for all the time they have been apart. Aegon needs to push him backwards to catch a breath, even if he is reluctant to do so. Their ragged breaths fogging up the air around them.
Aegon barely feels the cold anymore, not when he was kissed like that moments ago.
“Don’t you need to go back?”
“Same to you, uncle.” They are back to uncle-nephew again, but the mischievous grin plastered on his face tells a different story.
“They won’t look for me.”
“Neither do I. They have enough distractions already.” He is back to kissing Aegon again, tugging and clawing off his clothes like a starved man. Aegon is shamelessly wet when Jacaerys’ hand goes down his unbuttoned pants. Jacaerys manhandles him to sit on his lap while rubbing his clit, one of his hands squeezes his nipples.
Fuck. His long finger rubs inside him, searching around to find the right spot that makes Aegon shudder. “Jace…”
“Hmm?”
“We aren’t going to go all the way out here, right?”
“You want to go all the way?”
Aegon buries his face between the crook of Jacaerys’ neck where his scent is the strongest, “we haven’t done it in a long time.” His inner omega is content at their proximity, but Aegon wants more.
That seems to get him moving. He is carried bridal-style in Jacaerys’ arms, the walls blurring on his sight by the hurried pace. He doesn’t notice the creak of a door, busying himself to nibble in his nephew’s ears. Aegon feels the younger man stiffens with arousal, smelling like burning fire mixed with steel. The pine underneath is just barely there.
Aegon licks the shell of his ear, “hurry up. A good alpha doesn’t make his omega wait.” He wonders which part of his sentence that riles up Jacaerys so much.
His body bounces on the bed as he is being thrown down upon it. The sharp similar scent of the alpha surrounding him, on the bed, on the pillow, everywhere. This is his bedroom, he realizes. The fire burns a warm light behind him, lighting the edges around Jacaerys’ frame like a halo.
The cold air contrasts against the warm tongue pressing on his entrance. Jacaerys holds his thigh up in the air and licks his folds, wetting his mouth with slick. Aegon whimpers at the teasing, his thighs are being held back by the alpha’s insistent grip not letting him to press forward. The alpha kneels on the side of the bed, lavishing Aegon with every thrust and kisses deeper into his molten core. When Jacaerys presses mouth on his clit and sucks , Aegon moans.
He bucks his hips against Jace’s face, riding him for all its worth. The grip on the back of his knees doesn’t deter him from moving. His elbows give enough leverage for him to slide forward. Jacaerys lets him. He can feel the budding orgasm on the tip of his tongue, back arching as he gets closer and closer to the tipping point.
Jacaerys moves away, Aegon’s slick leaving a trail of drool falling from his lips.
All that height crumbles into nothingness, slipping through his fingers like water. Aegon wants to shove his face right back in, barking out a plea that sounds more like an order, “get back in here, Jace. We are not done yet.”
The younger man has the audacity to smirk after edging him, his eyes haughty as he stands up to stare down at Aegon. Purposely, unbuttoning his pants at a snail pace. “Be patient. Santa only rewards good behavior.”
“And punish bad ones,” Aegon snaps, dragging Jacaerys down by the arms to the empty space beside him. He climbs up to straddle his body, pinning the younger man under him. Slapping his hand away, Aegon makes quick work of freeing the huge tent on the gray underwear.
The alpha’s cock juts out, dripping pre-cum. His eagerness betrays his arrogance moments ago. Already dripping with slicks down his thighs, Aegon sinks onto it. He ignores the stinging burn of the stretch, only stopping when it is fully sheathed inside him.
“Do that again and I will tie you up next time so you can watch me ride your cock without letting you come,” he whispers thinly veiled threats in Jace’s ears.
“I’d like to see that actually.”
Eager thrusts meet the grounding of his hips. Jacaerys holds his thighs in a bruising grip, rolling his thrust precisely at the right angle. It doesn’t take long for Aegon’s to let the pleas and moans fall down his lip, every thrust bringing him closer to his height.
Blinding white fills his vision, Jacaerys fucks him through it, tracing soothing circles on his skin, “good boy…that’s it.” He keens at the praise.
Aegon feels the base of the alpha’s knot stretching his cunt, slotting them together. Jacaerys cums deep inside him, eyes rolling back and mouth gaping at the pressure from his tight walls. He hears the approaching footsteps outside the room, louder as it gets nearer.
“Did you lock the door?” But Jace is too far deep basking in his own height to answer him, the alpha’s teeth trace a ghosting bite around his neck.
“Jace! Jace, I know it’s you, you ass–!” The door slams open, creaky hinges almost falling at the force. Aegon meets Lucerys’ angry face. His lips thin and gaze fierce with anger, unlike the demure and teary-eyed omega who pleaded them to stop fighting in the living room.
He watches his younger nephew’s face shift into something else. Anger morphing to surprise to confusion then mirroring the horror on his own face.
“Uncle Aegon?”
Aegon slaps one of Jacaerys’ shoulders to bring him back. It seems to come faster at the sound of Lucerys’ voice. “Hmm?” Jace buries his face in his chest, still cunt-drunk from his own orgasm.
“Jace, how could you? Why did you tell mom when you are…you are busy fucking our uncle too?!”
He finally snaps his head to respond to Lucerys’ shout, low and groggy, “wha– I didn't know he is my uncle until today.” And Jace still chooses to sleep with him.
“As if that is any better!” Lucerys seemingly takes the cue to leave them alone, not before saying the last word, “I will tell mom!” The door slams shut behind him. At least, Lucerys closes it for them.
“He is going to tell your mom,” Aegon repeats, slight fear in his voice.
“Mhm, it’s fine. It will take a long time for Lucerys to walk anyway. The doctor warns him not to run.” Jacaerys kisses him slowly, putting every meaning into his next sentence, “I will talk to her, tomorrow. She will react differently to me compared to Lucerys. You don’t need to worry.”
Aegon isn’t sure if that is the case. Still, he is in no hurry of leaving the bed, cuddling close to the alpha as the knot inside him begins to deflate.
“We are never going to address our rivalry during childhood, aren’t we?” Jacaerys asks, out of nowhere.
“You have a huge cock. You are forgiven.” Aegon feels the chest that cradles him rumbles in quiet laughter, then a kiss lands on his forehead.
They will face their parents’ wrath tomorrow, but tonight it will only be just them. Aegon purrs when Jacaerys envelopes him in his hug. The snow falls heavily outside, but the warmth of the fire in the room delivers him to sleep.