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The room was dark, the air was thick and the only source of light was a dim candle in the far corner of the room. In the middle of the bed was Aegon, worming around in his own sweat and slick, while maesters and servants scurried in and out of his room to bring him washcloths and water. Aegon weakly tried to sit upright, which caused a young beta servant to rush forward with a goblet of water for him to drink. He grabbed hold of the goblet and swiftly swung in across the room, it made a violent sound as it hit the wall and rolled into the nearby table. The young servant girl startled, jumping back a few steps.

“Leave me at once!” He mustered, it wasn't a yell as much as it was a whimpering mess of a growl. The servant hastily left while muttering “Yes, my prince”, leaving Aegon to suffer alone.

This would be his fourth ever heat since presenting as an omega last year. It had been a mess, he had all but collapsed in the middle of the dining room, leaving everyone panicked, the alphas of the kingsguard had to leave the room to avoid pouncing on him then and there. Ser Crusty or whatever his face was had to carry him to his chambers while his mother scurried behind them. Aegon had always thought that he would end up as a beta, which was fine by him since no one would be bothered to expect anything of him. He would have been the boring one out of the royal family, but at least then he would be left to his own devices without someone closely examining if he had returned home with someone's bite-mark on his neck or a babe in his belly.

Aemond, the ever so perfect son, had presented as an Alpha last year as well, only a month before Aegon. It was always obvious what he would present as, he was an Alpha through and through, in demeanor as well as physical frame. Although they were brothers there was no real affection between them. Only bitterness from Aegon's side and disgust from Aemond’s. 

Heleana had presented as an omega at only 16, way earlier than any of her brothers. Before Aegon had presented there was much debate as to which son Heleana would be betrothed to. Many would argue that she was Aegons’ to claim since he is the eldest, while others argued that Aemond was the obvious Alpha out of the two, and therefore had a stronger claim. Daeron wasn’t even a part of the discussions since he was far too young and shipped away to Old Town before he even had learned to walk. In the end his mother and grandsire agreed that since it was anyone's guess as to what Aegon would present as, Aemond was the safest bet, and would be betrothed to Heleana a year before he even had presented as anything.

The pair had seemed quite happy about the betrothal, especially Helaena, everytime Aemond was near you could see her light up. Aemond also seemed quite content, although Aegon could not determine if Aemond was truly in love or just Happy to gloat, having successfully stolen the only marriage option that Aegon perhaps could have been satisfied with. However, the couple had not been wed yet, rumor had it that Aemond had not had a proper Rut in months. According to the way of the seven, both parties had to be in a rut/heat during the bedding ceremony for it to be seen by the gods, and if Aemond wasn't in a rut during the deed then he wouldn't be able to bite her properly anyway. While the delay frustrated their grandsire, Alicent had agreed that the honorable thing would be to wait.

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Aegon's heat had lasted 3 days, which was relatively quick. He wasted no time forcing the servants to bring him his favorite wine, then he drank half the bottle, and then finally proceeded to drag himself to break the fast with the rest of his miserable family. As soon he entered the dining room, he was met by his siblings as well as his mother, all staring at him like he had been gone for weeks.

”Aegon! I trust that your heat was bearable?” His mother sat at the farthest seat by the table, despite her words, he could tell that she was completely indifferent to him showing up.

”Well, if slithering around in my own fluids, begging to be taken and bred like a broodmare is supposed to be bearable, then yes” He sat down as far away from his mother as possible and immediately took a big gulp of the wine already prepared for him.

”Aegon, please do not be vulgar”, she raised her voice slightly, he was already a disappointed 20 seconds into him arriving. She turned her attention to Heleana instead, who sat opposite to Aegon, lovingly playing with Aemonds hair. 

”Stop that girl, we are eating, you’ll have plenty of time for that later.” Heleana immediately nodded her head while still keeping her gaze on Aemond. She pushed the last remaining strands behind his ears and returned to her meal, not before giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. 

As soon as she had kissed him, Aemond moved his eye to Aegon, meeting his gaze. A smug look on his stupid face, but then again, when does the twat not look smug? 

Aegon broke his fast swiftly and in silence, the lovebirds across from him stuck in their own little bubble, Helaena giggling while making eyes at him that almost screamed “take me here and now!”. Aegon was doing all in his power to stop himself from puking all the food he had just consumed. Alicent watched Aemond and Helaena also, but with a sense of pride rather than disgust. That changed however when Aegon raised himself from his seat, moving to escape. Her previously warm gaze turned cold.

”Leaving Already Aegon? you could at least have the decency to excuse yourself” 

Aegon didn’t respond, and made his way out to his chambers, imagining all the vile and erotic places he would visit tonight in order to forget the image of his younger siblings Ogeling eachother right in front of him.

He had no idea why it still affected him so, he had made peace with Heleana being married off to Aemond instead of him long ago. Perhaps it was the look of superiority stuck on Aemonds face, obviously flaunting his betrothal at Aegon.

Just as he was about to reach his chambers, he heard his mother yell across the hallway behind him. ”Aegon, wait for a moment!”. Aegon begrudgingly stopped in his Tracks and waited for his mother to catch up to him. ”What is it mother? I have half a bottle of Arbor red in there screaming my name.” 

She gave him a disapproving look but ignored him. ”It’s better that we talk inside”, she Said, moving towards the door. ”What..Why did you even Ask me to wait then?” He sheepishly followed her into his chambers, already dreading whatever she had to say

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Once inside she took both his hands in hers, meeting his eyes. The movement unsettled Aegon, and made him weirdly nervous, it seemed affectionate, which Aegon certainly wasn’t used to. 

He could feel his own demeanor change, looking into her eyes this close was extremely unnerving, settling on looking at his shoes instead. She took a deep breath before speaking. ”My son, your grandsire and I have spoken at length about this, and we think it is high time you'd marry.”

Aegon's eyes shot up at this, he suddenly felt cold as ice, as if lightning had hit him and frozen him in the spot, he opened his mouth to speak, to yell, to scream at her that NO!! He is not ready, he doesn't want this! Before he even had the chance to say anything she cut him off. ”Now I know you will want to rebel against this decision with all your might, but you mustn't Aegon. This is your duty, you will be wed and you will further the royal line.”

Aegon felt like jumping out the window, or jumping on sunfyre and getting the fuck out of Kings Landing. To be anywhere but here. Instead of begging her to rethink, to let him have some more time before being shipped across the country away from everything he loved, he opted to quietly snicker before finally making eye contact. ”Oh, but I wouldn't be furthering the royal line would I? I would bring heirs to some fat lord in the tower of some dank Castle, like you did with father?”. He watched as her previously empathetic eyes lit up with fire. Her entire facial expression changed, before releasing his hands and charging at his jaw with her claws. 

”YOU ARE AN OMEGA AEGON!” She grabbed his face firmly, like she had done many times in the past. ”You are an omega, you may deny it, you may pretend to be some pathetic Alpha who can afford to embarrass himself, drunk in a ditch somewhere, but you're not Aegon”. She stared deeply into his eyes, likely noticing the way Aegon fought to stop the tears building in his eyes. Although she may have felt for him in a way only a mother about to lose her eldest child to a marriage would, he was still Aegon, and any love or sympathy she could try to aquire for him would go out the window as soon as he opened his mouth.

There was a moment of silence, tension built dangerously high. She was still holding his face, his jaw tightly in her clutches. She took another deep breath which turned into a long and heavy sigh before dropping her hand and taking a step back. 

”You’ve just had your fourth heat, it will likely be 2-3 months until your fifth, you should prepare to be betrothed by then.” Her voice was low and exhausted, remaining at a cold distance from him. ”I will arrange for you to meet a couple of potential mates, and I expect you to not cause any more trouble in the coming weeks.”. She left his chambers without saying anything else or looking back even once.

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He had successfully evaded Ser Erryk and was on his way to the kitchens down in the servants quarters in order to steal another bottle of arbor red before sneaking out to the street of Silks. He needed to drink himself into a stupor and hopefully forget this morning entirely. He also needed to be fucked, hard. Preferably by an Alpha, but he could give a fuck about their primary gender. There was still a light burn deep inside his belly lingering from his heat the day before. How could they expect a young omega to just ”stick it out” during a heat? It was cruel, he bet the omega peasants got their brains fucked out during heats all the time, as is nature. But no not him, there was none to assist him through his excruciating heats, for he was a prince and only his future mate shall enjoy his heats. 

Ugh, “future mate”. To think that the time will soon come. He will be mated by his next heat. It still seemed like he only presented yesterday, crying in his bed with an excruciating pain radiating from between his legs. He had cried for his mother, and for the first time in his life, she had actually heard him. She stayed by his bedside most days during his first heat, she kissed his forehead and stroked his hair while he layed whimpering.

Then, once his heat had ended, she sent a maester to bring him vials upon vials of moon tea. Likely expecting Aegon to fuck up and get pregnant withing a week. Helaena certainly did not receive any of the sort after her first heat.

Well, he couldn’t say that the tea hadn’t been useful. Aegon had no plans of stopping his whoring ways just because his secondary gender was a thing now and wanted him to be tied down and bred by only one person for the rest of his life.

Though it still hurts to think about how he was under the impression that she was actually sympathetic to his pain, seeming so worried about him and showing him what motherly should feel like. Only to then reveal what she actually worried about that entire time.

He sighed to himself and proceeded to turn the corner, only to be frozen in his tracks. A little farther away from him was Aemond, who was hunched over with his head against the wall. He looked like he was in pain, he could see his jaw clenching and unclenching even from where he was standing. 

Well, Aegon certainly couldn't care less about his younger brother's state. He started to devise a plan on how he would sneak past him in order to avoid him, surely there must be a secret tunnel somewhere?

But then it hit him. A scent like he had never felt before, creeping around him and consuming him whole. His throat began to constrict and his heart started to beat faster than it has ever beaten before. He could practically feel Aemond turning his head towards him before even looking, and once he did, he could see that Aemond had the same fevered look on his face that he was sure he himself had. 

They maintained eye contact for a short while, Aemond slowly standing up straight and turning towards him, all while staring deeply into his eyes. He could not understand what was happening. He was sure his heat had ended yesterday, so why did he feel like this? Suddenly a loud whimper emitted on it’s own from his throat, and Aemond charged at him with a crazed look in his eye. Aemond caught him by his clothes and then pushed him against the wall.

His younger brother started to nuzzle his face and neck, dragging his mouth along his scent glands. It felt really weird, but weird in a fucking amazing way, amazing like he wanted to be bitten-and-fucked-against-the-wall kind of way. Aemond practically grinding against his body, holding him tightly and dragging his face and jaw against Aegon's hot skin, made him almost dizzy, not to mention completely feral. Suddenly Aemond moved away, still holding onto Aegon's clothes however. He stared at Aegon in complete shock, opening his mouth in an attempt to say something. 

But he didn't say anything. He just left his jaw hanging while staring at Aegon, almost appearing lucid again. But suddenly that frenzied look in his eye appeared again. And Aemond went right back to grinding into him while muttering things like "Mine" and "My omega".

Wait what? Is Aemond under the impression that Aegon is Helaena? The thought hit him like a dragon landing on him, and Aemond drew back slightly, attempting to soothe Aegon's bitter scent. Aemond started to whisper "shhh, my love." while dragging his cheek against Aegons. The thought made Aegon completely lucid and wanting to scream some sense into his brother before getting the fuck out of there.

"Aemond stop it, I'm not your omega, I'm Aegon!" That did little to deter Aemond however, who started to rip at Aegon's clothes in order to suck on his skin like he was eating him up. Damn, this was bad. He felt his mind starting to cloud again, and the ache between his legs growing stronger. Aemond turned Aegon's head towards him, holding his chin with his thumb. He kissed him hard and sloppily, pushing his wet tongue inside Aegon's willing mouth. They swirled their tongues around like they were dancing, and all Aegon wanted was for Aemond to consume him, to mark him, to make him his. He let out a loud moan during their heated kiss, which Aemond returned with a low moan, much deeper and more quietly than Aegon’s. Aemond then broke the kiss and sucked along Aegon’s throat, slightly pausing at his scent glands, before traveling down towards his exposed nipples. He started to suck on them like he expected to be fed. Aegon felt Aemond’s groin rubbing against his thigh, he could feel the outline of his big Alpha cock, huge and hard and… Oh, he was positively jealous of Helaena right now. 

Thinking of Helaena made him kind of snap out of it though, because as much as Aegon hardly ever spoke to her and mostly thought of her as an annoying weirdo, he was unsure if he was able to see the absolute heartbreak on her face if Aemond accidentally marked his neck. And well, he was certain that his mother would have him fed to the dragons if she found out about Aegon stealing Aemond right under Helaenas nose. 

He attempted to push Aemond away from him, which essentially did nothing the first time, Aemond clinging on to him like his entire life depended on it. He mustered up some actual strength in his legs before violently pushing Aemond off of him, this time being successful. Aemond staggered and looked up in complete confusion, his scent turning possessive and making a low growl. Aegon jumped forward and managed to catch Aemonds face in his hands before Aemond had the chance to pounce on him again. 

“Aemond NO, look at me, I am not Helaena, you are in a rut and you need to go to her now!”

The mention of Helaena had seemingly no effect on Aemond, still rock hard and eager to push him back into the wall. 

Oh Gods what was he supposed to do in a situation like this again? Oh, right, release calming pheromones or whatever? He had seen Helaena do it countless times before, how hard could it be?

He gave his best attempt, and surprisingly it seemed to work. Aemond retreated back slightly, expressing utter confusion for a second before jumping back like he had been burned. 

Aemond being so far away from him now had a horrible effect on Aegon. He almost whimpered again, the distance between them physically hurting him for some bizarre reason. “A-a-emond.. you need to go to Helaena NOW.” he managed to say while trying to get his ripped shirt back on. Aemond had an expression on his face that Aegon had not seen since their older sister’s bastard took his eye; it looked almost as if he was in pain. Then a glimmer of tenderness overtook his eye, and for a second it looked like he wanted to pounce on him again, he took a step forward before retreating again, his lips almost quivering. Suddenly he turned his head and hurriedly walked away from Aegon and on towards the royal wing. 

Well, now Aegon REALLY needed to drink.

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Aegon woke up with the worst hangover in his life, and that is saying much. He ended up staying in his chambers the rest of the evening, not really in the mood for a night of whoring. Instead he spent the entire night drinking alone, almost choking to death with anxiety. What was he supposed to say to Aemond now? And what if he had told their mother? Had he told Helaena? Had he went to her and fucked her right after trying to pile-drive Aegon against a wall? 

The last thought almost made him growl. He had no idea where his sudden jealousy had come from, but then again, he had no idea where what happened last night had come from either. 

In any case, it was time to face the music now as a servant gently knocked on his door to tell him that it was time to break his fast with his family.

He arrived fashionably late, having almost thrown up twice while making his way towards the dining room, partly from anxiety and partly from being horrifically hungover. Upon entering, he saw that everything was completely normal, even Aemond was acting like he always does, extremely boring that is. Helaena was her usual weird self as well, muttering cryptic phrases to no one in particular. His mother had her signature stressed out scowl on her face while ripping apart a piece of bread. 

It was pathetic how hard Aemond obviously tried to look at anything but him, his eye moving in every other direction as Aegon sat himself down in front of Helaena, whom Aemond sat next to. He couldn't really fault him though, as Aegon was doing the exact same thing. In the end Aemond decided to turn his attention to Helaena, probably distracting himself from Aegon by kissing her cheek which caused Helaena to snap out of her dream-like state and grab hold of Aemond’s cheeks, like Aegon had done the night before while trying to talk some sense into his brother, but instead she kissed him on the lips. The action made Aegon's prying eyes turn away, feeling something in his entire being which could only be described as pain. Greta, that inconvenient jealousy has appeared again. 

Out of nowhere his mother addressed him, which startled him to the core, too distracted by his own jealousy to notice that she had been keeping an eye on him. “Aegon, do you remember what we spoke of yesterday, or did you forget by drinking our entire wine-supply again?” There was bitterness in her voice, usually Aegon would retort by some snappy remark but today he was far too jumpy and beaten up to even attempt it.

“Yes mother, what of it?” He responded with far less spite than he usually would, almost sounding level-headed despite obviously being hungover. It seemed to catch his mother completely off-guard, probably expecting him to spout some vulgar nonsense at her. 

“Well…” She started, “We have a potential mate for you arriving here later this week, he is of house Baratheon and seemed very interested in meeting you. You will have to make yourself look presentable until then, that includes staying off that poisonous swill you call wine.”

Damn, that really woke him up, thanks to Aemond he had not even paused to think about how fast all this business with his betrothal was going to happen, 2-3 months is actually nothing when you think about it, of course she would want to have him meet a bunch of Alpha pricks immediately. 

He was about to argue when a horrible scent of pheromones grabbed hold of him. The scent was undeniably coming from Aemond, as it had an underlying scent of that same possessiveness he had smelt on him the night before. Aemond however looked the same as always, not even a slight scowl on his face, whatever he was thinking or feeling being masked by his usual stone cold exterior. Helaena tried to calm down her brother by releasing her calming pheromones, however it did nothing to stop the scent emitting from Aemond. 

Aegon wondered if he should give it a try as well. It worked yesterday, didn't it? even though Aemond was in some kind of fake-rut?

Aegon concentrated hard and began calming Aemond down with his own pheromones. Suddenly Aemonds pheromones became weaker and weaker, and after a short while you couldn't tell that anything had happened. Aegon did his best to not gloat over it, even though his heart was going wild knowing that Aemonds body had reacted to HIS pheromones and not Helaenas, whatever that meant. Though he couldn't help the small smirk appearing on the right side of his face.

The sense of pride disappeared immediately however, because Aemond stood up from his seat, looked their mother in the eye and asked; “Mother, may I be excused? It seems I am having trouble controlling my pheromones this morning, I am probably headed for a rut.”

Their mother snapped out of her confusion and eagerly responded; “A rut? Oh how wonderful, that means the ruts probably will be back regularly again then? You are excused my son.”

Aegon bowed and said a polite “Thank you Mother”. He then bent down to kiss Helaenas forehead and left the dining room. As soon as the doors closed, Aegon stood up and left the room as well, hoping to catch up to Aemond. His mother didn’t say anything about him not excusing himself like Aemond did this time, probably not caring as Aegon would be shipped off to Storm’s End or gods know where and out of her hair soon enough anyway.

Aegon stopped Aemond by pulling his arm and dragging him into some unused storage room next to the dining room. Aemond looked completely indifferent to the whole thing, not seeming affected by Aegon's actions in the slightest. “Whatever nonsense you have pulled me aside to spout brother, I assure you that I am not interested in the slightest.” Aemond almost sounded bored as he spoke, as if he wasn't emitting the most furious scent he had ever smelt barely 2 minutes ago. 

The way he spoke had Aegon falter in his determination. Did Aemond not remember what happened yesterday? If so, Aegon certainly had the marks on his chest to prove it to him.

“And I assure you little brother, I do not wish to talk about this at all, and I’m sure you don’t either, but we need to. What was that in there and why did you do all those things to me yesterday? Do you even remember it?” Aegon maintained eye contact as best he could, which was difficult as Aemond’s dark purple eye staring into him almost made him melt, and threatened to ignite the arousal he had felt yesterday.

Aemond leaned in slightly, Aegon almost thought that he was about to kiss him, and a tiny twinkle in Aemonds eye reaffirmed that thought. Aemond’s expression had a certain… softness to it, almost tender. But then his expression changed back into his usual, stoic face, with the only hint of emotion being the hate that he had come to expect inside his brother's remaining eye. He leaned in further until he reached Aegon's ear and whispered “Trust me brother, the misfortune accident that happened yesterday will never happen again, as no one else truly disgusts me like you do.”

He then backed away to look Aegon straight in the eye, who did not know if wanted to break into a manic laugh or cry, before leaving Aegon alone in the dark room.

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The week flew by quickly. He had not spoken to Aemond since they were alone in the storage-room. He wouldn’t say that he was ignoring him, because truthfully they never really spoke before all this either, not any more than a few sentences now and again to remind each other that they were alive at least. Aegon spent most of the week riding on Sunfyre, dreading the likelihood of having to leave him behind once he was mated. Every day he tried talking himself into taking Sunfyre and escaping to Essos. But honestly, in the best case scenario he would probably end up as some omega whore in a filthy brothel somewhere. But he would at least be an expensive whore, Valyrian genes and all that. 

Anyway, the only ones in his family that he really saw much of was his mother and cunt of a grandsire. They were fussing all over him, going over what he should say once he met the Baratheon twat. His grandsire spoke to him like impressing the Baratheon Alpha was what Aegon's life depended on, even going as far as to slap him so hard he fell down because he had made some stupid joke about how Baratheons were brute idiots or something.

Aemond had told him at the beginning of the week how no one else disgusted him like Aegon did, yet every chance he got he stole glances of Aegon, whether they were passing by each other in the hallways or awkwardly eating together in the dining room, he always felt Aemond’s eye on him. This morning he caught him in the act, staring at Aegon like that sad ten year old boy who had once craved his affections. He quickly regained his composure once he had noticed Aegon staring back, and continued to speak to Helaena like nothing had happened. 

Aegon didn't know what to think, he had no idea what happened to them that night, but since Aemond was settled on ignoring it, Aegon had decided that he would do so as well. 

Tomorrow he would meet the Baratheon boy, Jorren he thinks his name was? Whatever, he couldn't give a damn if he was interested in him or not, though he knew that his mother would throw a fit and would likely disown him if Jorren didn’t approve of him. After all, he needed to start pumping out pups as soon as possible. 

He was on his way back from a meeting with a tailor, who had him try a bunch of ridiculous dresses to show off his “omega figure” or some stupid shit like that. Just as he was about to open the door to his chambers, he heard Ser Erryk shriek; “Prince Aemond, please stay back! You’re in no condition to visit prince Aegon right now!”. There was a loud growl coming from behind him. Oh Gods, not again. He turned around and saw Aemond approaching him swiftly with the distinct rage of an Alpha, but Ser Erryk reacted first, grabbing hold of Aemond and growling right back at him. Aemond began to struggle against Ser Erryk, violently thrashing at him while trying to pass him and grab a hold of Aegon. 

Aegon didn’t really know what to do. He was used to Alphas fighting near him, hells, he was sort of used to fighting Alphas as well, but the distinct scent of possession emitting from Aemond truly shook him to his core. 

He had to react fast though, or did he? He had no idea why Aemond would want to come to see him, especially after what he had said to him earlier in the week. “Ser Erryk, Let him go!” he yelled, Ser Erryk looked back at him with confusion, trying his best to keep the feral prince from ripping at his throat. However, he obviously couldn’t kill the prince, so he was limited in what he could do to defend his charge. Aegon grabbed a hold of Aemond’s arm and had to put all his strength into dragging him into his chambers, away from Ser Erryk and any potential prying eyes. 

Once inside Aegon attempted to once again use his calming pheromones to make Aemond lucid, but it was fruitless as Aemond immediately grabbed him and lifted him up so that Aegon had to wrap his legs around Aemond’s waist to not fall off. “A-aemond w-wait!” he exclaimed as he was stuck in Aemond’s embrace. 

Aemond was panting hard, sweat beading up on his forehead. “I need you brother, please, let me have you this once and then let us never speak of this again.”

Wait, Aemond had called him ‘brother’, which meant that he was completely aware that he was not Helaena. Huh. He didn’t have much time to dwell on it though as Aemond began to carry him towards the bed, breathing heavier by the second. 

And there it was again, the feeling that had almost consumed him from before. He knew that he should probably stop Aemond, and push him off of him like last time. But he was also kind of curious, and well, being wanted by someone who had essentially told him to fuck off made him almost feel drunk on power. Aemond laid him down on the bed and began to undress him shakingly while sucking on his neck, making every drop of blood in Aegon’s body shoot down to his nether region. He moaned, it felt really good, REALLY good. He felt himself release pools and pools of slick, he was dripping wet and he knew that Aemond knew it, because he briefly started snickering before moving up to Aegon’s mouth. He once again kissed him hard and deep, the force of it moved Aegon's head along with it. Aemond positioned himself between Aegon’s legs while their tongues reunited with each other. He was once again rubbing his hard length against Aegon, but this time against Aegon’s own length, which had grown just as hard as Aemonds had.

Although Aegon was horny as hell, and yeah, maybe he had gone a little bit crazy with the way Aemond’s scent was so overpowering, he found that he could still think. But when Aemond took his face in his hands, stared deeply into his eye and whispered with a broken voice; “Please Aegon, let me fuck you.” Aegon’s brain suddenly shut off completely. Every stupid thought about how wrong this was, how his mother would kill him if she were to find out or how Helaena would never speak to him again, disappeared entirely. All he could say in response was to tenderly whisper; “Yes Alpha, please fuck me, I am yours.”

All bets were off for the both of them. All that was running through Aegon’s brain was ‘Yes Alpha, take me, fuck me, bite me!’. They were making out like a couple of horny teenagers, only stopping once so that Aemond could take off his own clothes and so that Aegon could rip off his trousers.

They were laying skin to skin, making out, Aegon caressing Aemond’s strong back and Aemond gently holding his face in his hands. Aegon had truly never felt anything like this before. He had always only thought of his own pleasure, what others could do for him and what he could do to others for his own gain. But now he found himself only wanting to please his Alpha, his mind racing to all of the ways that he could be useful to him.

Aemond began kissing a trail down towards Aegon’s nipples, giving them each a quick suck before moving lower and down to his groin. As soon as Aemond wrapped his mouth around his cock, he moaned so loud that Ser Erryk surely heard it. Aegon didn’t care in the slightest since the only thing that mattered was his alpha sucking his cock like it was the most delicious treat in the world. Aemond reached for his hand while still working on his cock, and Aegon grabbed it eagerly. He held onto it like he would fall off the back of a dragon if he let go. 

He was beginning to see stars, Aemond would only need to work his tongue around his length för a little longer and he would come undone. But Aemond suddenly stopped, crawling back onto him so that they were once again eye to eye. Aegon whimpered at the loss of that sweet, wet, mouth on him, but Aemond nuzzled his cheek and whispered; “Hush my sweet, Alpha will take care of you”.

Aemond once again positioned himself in between his legs, keeping his weight off of Aegon by shifting it onto one of his arms while he gave his own cock a few strokes to prepare for entering his omega. Aegon used the moment to properly look at what Aemond had going on down there, and what he saw made his mouth water, but also made him slightly distressed. He had known it was huge from their earlier encounter, but it was way bigger than what he had imagined. How was it supposed to fit inside him? As if reading his mind, Aemond once again snickered slightly before giving Aegon a brief kiss on the lips. They remained close together as Aemond began to rub his cock against Aegon’s slippery hole. Their foreheads were touching, and as the head of Aemond’s huge cock entered him, they both moved to gaze into each other's eyes. Aegon moaned loudly while still maintaining eye contact with Aemond who grunted softly in response. It felt as if they weren’t even blinking, nothing could keep him away from looking into Aemond’s half-lidded eye. 

Aemond began to move in and out of his body, his hips snapping in swift thrust that had Aegon's whole body moving with the unrelenting rhythm. They didn't take their eyes off each other once during the time they were fucking. Not even as Aegon reached behind aemond to rip off his eyepatch in order to fully take in the gorgeous view right in front of him. 

Aegon moaned with each and every stroke inside of him, he was desperately clawing at his alphas back. As much as he wanted to keep looking into Aemond’s beautiful eyes, he was starting to struggle to keep them open, he really needed to throw his head back and give Aemond full access to his neck. He couldn’t care less about what anyone else had to say about it. 

He noticed how Aemonds gaze faltered and traveled down to his neck, right where his scent glands were. His pheromones changed as well, his dark but sweetish scent transforming into something burning. He presented his neck like a good omega, all the while getting pounded like Aemond was trying to make him pregnant. 

He was expecting a sting from Aemond’s fangs pushed into his neck, but it never came. Aemond had instead bitten his own arm. The bitter sting of rejection hurt like a blade to his heart, he was devastated that Aemond had chosen to bite himself instead of making Aegon his.

 Suddenly he felt a knot pushing against his hole. It crept its way inside of Aegon, making Aemonds thrusts begin to falter. The hurt inside his heart somehow complimented the feeling of being stuffed with Aemond’s cock, making him orgasm harder than he ever had before. As soon as his muscles clenched around Aemond’s cock, he as well came, deep inside of Aegon. Pumping him with buckets of cum before falling onto Aegon and resting his head against his shoulder.

They lay there just breathing for a while, the knot having Aemond stuck to him like a puzzle piece. As Aegon slowly regained the ability to think clearly, he decided that any conversation they could have would have to wait. Right now, he just wanted to hear Aemond breathing by his ear, holding him close.

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Aegon woke up alone. He had no idea when Aemond had left him, but he didn’t really care, because today was the day that Jorren Baratheon would arrive and attempt to sweep him off his feet. What a joy. 

He raised himself from the bed and wandered to his balcony on shaky legs. His entire body felt sore, the type of soreness you would only find after being knotted by an Alpha. He allowed himself a few more moments of complete solitude, drinking in the morning sun on his balcony, completely naked.

As Aegon leant against the railing of his balcony, contemplating spitting on the peasants below him and hopefully hit someone on the head, he suddenly felt a thick liquid seep down his thighs. He stared at the offending liquid making its way from between his thighs and down to his feet before realization hit him. Oh, right, he and Aemond had screwed last night, and Aemond had finished inside of him. He shrugged it off at first and decided to spit at the peasants after all, some carriage driver being the victim of his antics. 

Then a second wave of realization hit him, so hard this time it made him stagger. Aemond had finished inside him last night, while knotting him. That means that Aegon would likely become pregnant. 

Sheer panic began to set, he started nipping at his nails while pacing back and forth almost immediately. What if it was already too late? What if he was carrying a litter right now? No wait a minute that’s ridiculous, he was sure that pregnancies didn’t happen that fast.

He was usually indifferent to his naked body, he didnt care if anyone saw it, but he suddenly felt exposed to the whole world, it felt like every stupid noble and peasant in Westeros were pointing and laughing at his naked body, somehow knowing that an incredibly dumb Alpha had tried to impregnate him last night. He swiftly retreated inside his room again and continued pacing back and forth while rubbing his temples in an attempt to calm down. 

Aegon probably wasn’t in heat last night, even though the way he was acting made him almost think that he was. Pregnancies usually happens during heats right? So was there anything to worry about? Well yes because the stupid twat hade knotted him, which highly increases the chances of him being knocked up, even without the heat. 

Then he remembered moon tea! Oh Gods, please let there be some left. He started to rummage around in practically every drawer he owned, but he could not find a drop of moon tea anywhere. Ok so he had to find some, and quick, or he would be dead for sure. Apparently his ‘life or death’ search for it would have to wait though, as a servant was knocking on his door, ready to bathe and dress him and send him on his way to his mother.

Aegon was quivering like some pup while being attended by the male beta servant. His shaking seemed to unsettle the poor boy, as he was used to Aegon relentlessly hitting on him and was usually determined to make the servant's job as difficult as possible. All Aegon wanted was for the servant to hurry the fuck up so he could get it all over with before getting that damn moon tea. He told him as much as well, practically screaming at the servant to move his ass, he looked scared shitless. But then Aegon, he himself also looked scared shitless. He had already been dreading this day without having to worry about a potential pregnancy. 

As soon as the servant had put on his shoes, Aegon rushed out of there, startling both the servant and Ser Erryk who struggled to keep up with him. Oh right, Ser Erryk. He had probably heard the whole ordeal last night right? Would he tell anyone? Naah, honor and all that, he wasn’t allowed to. If he did though, Aegon could probably just lie and say that he and Aemond had fought instead, and that Ser Erryk had mistaken their grunts and growls as pleasurable. 

Anyway, Ser Erryk knowing about what had transpired last night was the absolute last thing he had to consider right now. Before he did anything else, he needed to get the meeting with his mother over with so that he could find himself some moon tea. 

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“Ah Aegon, welcom-... my, you look horrid! What did I tell you!? To drink an entire casket before meeting Lord Jorran!?”

His mother looked at him completely baffled. He couldn't blame her for mistaking Aegon’s stress for a hangover. He certainly looked the part, there were deep, dark circles around his eyes and he was sickly pale. Aegon just shook his head in response, causing his mother to sigh and rush forward to start fussing, combing through his hair and examining his face with her hands. 

He flinched slightly at the contact, but what was he supposed to say? ‘My bad, your favorite son tried to impregnate me yesterday and I think it worked, Tihi!’

Oh Gods, he felt his stomach churn at the thought, and he began to sweat profusely. He was dreading the possibility of him vomiting right then and there, which was highly possible. If he were to do so, his stupid panicked brain would instantly interpret it as morning sickness, which was absolutely ridiculous, but that was at the stage of panic Aegon was at.

“Oh Aegon this is terrible!” she turned her head towards the door and yelled for servants to apply some face paint on him to make him look less sickly. She stood back as they worked their magic, biting and nipping at her fingertips. 

Everyone in the room noticed how he not only looked horrible, but how his entire presence was entirely different, none of the energy that usually made him ready to chew the heads off anyone in his presence were there, not even the self-pitying energy was able to be found. The latter would certainly have been expected from him, as hating his life and wanting everything to hurt as much as he did was his defining character trait at this point. They probably just summed it up to him either having accepted that he would probably meet his future mate today, or that he was just a little extra hungover. Neither of the assumptions were true, but they would never get to know what was actually running through his mind, he would make sure of it.

His mother motioned for him to take a seat next to her as the servants were done and had made him look more presentable. As he sat down, he tried to focus his mind back on the present. He needed any strength he could muster in order to survive a conversation with his mother, who probably was capable of frightening him harder than any pregnancy ever could.

She sighed and fidgeted with her hands. He guessed that a lot of planning had been going on for a long period of time to set up the meeting with the Baratheon boy. Damn, she really wanted him gone huh. 

“Now listen to me Aegon, you have plenty of other marriage proposals to choose from, but Jorren Baratheon is by far the best that you could hope to receive. It is difficult for a male omega such as yourself to find a match.” 

She looked him straight in his eyes, but she didn’t really intimidate him at all. He had fucked plenty of high born Alphas before, almost all of them having begged him to let them bite into his sweet flesh, so how hard could i really be to get a good match?

“You are however a part of the royal family, and you’ve had far more luck with receiving proposals than other male omegas of high-birth.” She once again took a moment to sigh before continuing to speak. “The Baratheons however will be an extremely important ally, if we ever might find ourselves at odds with Rhaenyra.”

She almost whispered that last part, and the cogs started to finally move in Aegon’s head. Wait. This is what this whole deal is about? Alicent wants to send her son to one-up Rhaenyra by stealing her potential allies with his royal cunt.

Why was he even so baffled by it? It had always been about Rhaenyra for her, every yell, slap and moment of hate between them had originally related to Rhaenyra in some bizarre way.

His mother had continued to speak, but he didn’t really listen to it. She was once again explaining to him what he was supposed to talk about with Jorren and how he should act and what not. His mind drifted to a different matter. Right behind his mother’s head was a big oil-painting of his younger sister, Helaena.

He had honestly kind of forgotten about Helaena, which wouldn’t be the first time. But this time it was different, because Aegon had not only forgotten completely about her, but he had also just fucked her future mate in his chambers. In a weird way he felt like laughing. He thought of the irony of it all, how everyone was fighting amongst themself about who out of the two brothers would wed Helaena, only to have the brothers end up together instead.

No wait a minute, they hadn’t ended up together at all, not even close to it. Aemond had only wanted him for the night, and had refused to bite him. Damn, that made his heart ache all over again somehow.

His mind kept wandering for a few moments, until his mother managed to completely snap him out of it by saying; “Alright Aegon, shall we walk to the main hall? I’m sure Jorren is eagerly awaiting your company.”

“Wait, what do you mean? Is he already here!?”. 

How the hell could that be, sure Aegon might have missed breaking his fast, but surely it was still morning, who the hell would expect an audience with the prince in the morning?

Alicent looked at him bitterly and said to him; “You haven’t been listening to me at all for the past 10 minutes have you?”

This was way out of order. He was supposed to be allowed to leave now so that he could acquire some moon tea and take care of any unwanted pregnancy. What if Jorren smelled Aemond’s pheromones on him? Alphas are supposed to be like bloodhounds when it comes to smelling other Alphas on their ‘property’. He had no time to panic again though, as Alicent and Ser Criston led him to the main hall, and if he wasn’t scared shitless before, he was now. 

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Next to the throne in the great hall was Otto Hightower, his grandsire. He had somewhat ruled for quite some time now, the Kind being busy with dying and all. Not that it mattered that much to Aegon, his father were never really around, and hadn’t sat the throne since he was little, all he could remember from his father ruling was him being as favorable as possible towards Rhaenyra, at almost every occasion, leaving Aegon and his siblings the shorter end of the stick.

His grandsire announced his mother’s and Aegon’s arrival to the groups of noble lords and ladies hanging around. Did they have no jobs? Did they have nothing to do all day but come and stand around in the Red Keep gawking at Aegon’s attempts to get laid by some Alpha Baratheon? 

His mother pulled on his arm lightly to regain Aegon’s attention. She led him next to the stairs that led up to the throne. 

Crap. He would have to stand next to Aemond, and Helaena.

Aegon would be more than happy if a dragon appeared and burned them all to the ground right now.

He took his place next to Aemond, desperately trying to ignore the way Helaena was holding onto Aemond’s arm. He wondered if they had kissed each other today, like they alway do each morning, and he wondered if she somehow knew where Aemond’s mouth had been the night before.

He managed to sneak a few glances at Aemond while they waited for the Baratheons to show up. He seemed completely normal, as indifferent to Aegon as always. He hadn’t reacted at all as Aegon had taken his place right beside him, he just kept staring ahead with that slightly amused but ice-cold expression he always had on him. Aemond didn’t even look at him once, which hurt, but it made sense since Aemond had told him they were to never speak of it again. 

However, all this was driving Aegon insane, he wanted to grab Aemond by the shoulders and shake him, ask him why he had wanted him yesterday, why he had knotted him and finished inside his body. He wanted Aemond to know exactly what he had been fretting about the entire morning, he wanted him to know how he might’ve put a baby in his belly. He doubts that Aemond would be so calm and collected if he knew that.

Suddenly, Aegon's miserable train of thoughts halted as the doors to the throne room opened, and a series of house-guards in baratheon colors entered. Jorren Baratheon along with his uncle was announced to the royal family as well as to the weird nobles who had gathered around.

The Baratheon boy was right in the middle of the marching house-guards, but he must be short or something, because Aegon struggled to even see him. Suddenly the guards halted in front of the throne, right beside Aegon, and allowed Jorren and his uncle to come forth and ooh … He wasn’t even all that bad, and certainly not short. The boy, or rather the Alpha, began with greeting Otto, then making his way to Alicent before turning his attention to Aegon.

 Jorren had a rare kind of confidence in his walk, almost just like Aemond would walk, his body swaying with each step and with his head held high. It was really attractive, and his face was quite easy on the eyes as well. 

As Jorren approached him with a grin, Aegon decided to give him a sly smirk right back at him, hoping his mother would notice him behaving. He had to admit that his mother had conjured up quite a nice match for him, he knew nothing of the Alpha of course, apart from him being an important tool for threatening Rhaenyra that is, but from his looks and pheromones alone, Aegon couldn’t say he wasn’t pleased. 

After Aegon and Jorren had made a quick introduction, Jorren’s smile faltered a bit. Oh no, did he disapprove of him already? Could he smell Aemond’s scent on him? Aegon glanced over to his mother, who looked as tense as ever, staring intently at Jorrens reaction. Apparently he had nothing to worry about, because Jorren grabbed his hand and kissed it.

“My prince, I had heard tales of your beauty, but the rumors truly do you no justice. You are absolutely breathtaking.”

Damn, that went right to Aegon’s ego, and will probably stay there until his death. 

He took a quick moment to glance at Aemond, who was completely unreadable as usual. He couldn’t even smell a hint of anything on him really. Aegon felt like a fool, Aemond had fucked and called him his omega last night and perhaps also impregnated him, but it seemed like he couldn’t care less that an another Alpha was courting him right in front of him. Ouch.

Well, if Aemond was going to play that game then Aegon would as well.

What was it that his mother and grandsire had wanted him to say to Jorren again? Oh right.

“You flatter me my lord, shall we take a walk together in gardens? I would love to spend some time alone with you.” He threw in a sheepish wink in there for good measure, and perhaps to try and piss off Aemond a bit. While it had the intended effect on Jorren, it did absolutely nothing to Aemond. Gods, Aegon truly is pathetic isn’t he?

“My prince, it would be my pleasure.”

Jorren gave Aegon his arm and escorted him outside towards the gardens. Aegon looked back briefly as they walked, and saw that Aemond was just standing there smiling at Helaena while she no doubt spewed him some cryptic nonsense. His mother was smiling as well, seeming relieved that Aegon hadn’t made Jorren run away screaming.

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The walk was mortifiýing. It was so damn awkward, Aegon wanted to jump in the river and swim to Dorne. 

His mother had crept her way onto the balcony to keep a close eye on them, of course she didn’t want Aegon to actually be alone with Jorren, she wanted to know if Aegon was screwing this up or not. But honestly, did she have to to make it so obvious? Jorren kept looking back over his shoulder, obviously creeped out by Alicent’s blatant staring. If Jorren said he wanted nothing to do with Aegon now then it would be on Alicent, not him.

They conversed about boring topics that his mother had told him to bring up, and Jorren tried to keep the conversation going as much as he could, but it was fruitless as all the tranquility of the gardens made Aegon’s mind race toward what might be happening in his womb right now, making his conversation skills on par with a brick wall. Aegon just kept changing from topic to topic, trying to cross off the list of things that his mother had told him would be the perfect way to make someone fall head over heels in love with him or something. 

Perhaps if he had tried the list on Aemond, he would have been bitten, and Aemond wouldn’t cling to his prettier and kinder omega sister.

While Aegon found Jorren attractive, and wouldn’t be opposed to letting him fuck him, he really had no interest at all in who he was as a person. He couldn't care less about what his favorite color was, or which breed his first horse was, or what any of his interests were. 

All Aegon cared about at this point was getting this whole ordeal over with so that he could get some precious moon tea, and then maybe go to his favorite brothel and cry about the way his life is heading right now in the arms of some whore. He knew however that he had to make some sort of effort in order to make Jorren want to fill him with pups and keep his mother off his back. And he thinks he knows just the thing.

He grabbed hold of Jorren’s hand, which startled the poor Alpha slightly. 

Aegon bluntly said “Have you ever been to a whorehouse?”.

“Umm.. no I mean, No my prince, I- I can’t say that I’ve had.”

Hmm… Aegon looked towards his mother where she stood on the balcony, she was beaming with excitement, perhaps pleased with Aegon’s initiative. If she only knew what Aegon actually had asked, she would probably beat him up. Seeing his mother made Aegon slightly falter. It would probably be a horrible idea to bring Jorren to a brothel, his mother and Jorren’s uncle would probably kill them both as soon as they left the Red Keep. 

“Well, one day we will have to visit one together my lord, but for now, would you like to join me in my chambers instead?”

This is the kind of thing Aegon was used to, if he wanted something, he would simply get it. He watched closely as Jorren’s pheromones made a rapid change from stiff and nervous to burning with arousal. Jorren regained all the confidence in his posture and gave him his answer. “My prince, if I may be so bold, I feel that nothing would please me more than to take you up on your offer.”

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It was really funny to look back at his mother as Aegon and Jorren made their way to his chambers, giggling and chasing each other. It looked as if her jaw had detached from her head as she stood there in complete and utter shock. 

They made their way to his chambers, which was really difficult as Aegon had forgotten how many staircases there was in this stupid castle. Once they were at their destination, Aegon was completely out of breath while Jorren seemed completely fine. He cursed himself quietly for skipping all the lessons with Ser Criston, but hey, omegas were supposed to be petite and dainty, and not be playing with swords right?

Well in that case Aegon had fucked up already, cause he was minutes away from playing with Jorren’s sword. Once they were inside Aegon grabbed Jorren by the collar and pushed him against the wall. He tried his best to keep out the image of Aemond holding him in this exact position from before, ultimately failing. 

But this didn’t deter him from his mission, which was to make Jorren never forget his first meeting with Aegon. He didn’t need Aemond, he didn’t need anyone! 

They kissed for a while, Jorren was grabbing onto Aegon's clothes, releasing arousing pheromones which told Aegon that he wasn’t embarrassing himself by dragging Jorren away for sex barely a hour into them first ever meeting.

Aegon decided to drop to his knees, he undid Jorren’s breeches and revealed his large Alpha cock. It was half-hard but already beading with precum, Aegon did an experimental lick on his cockhead, which caused Jorren to shiver, before diving in and sucking his soul out of him.

He pushed his cock deep into his throat, bobbing his head and creating a steady rhythm for himself. While Jorren’s cock was big like any Alphas, it wasn’t nearly as large as Aemond’s had been. It made him kind of disappointed. And he was even more disappointed to think about how even in a moment like this, with another Alphas cock down his throat, the Alpha who Aegon would probably mate with, he still couldn't help but think of Aemond.

Jorren was both growling and moaning loudly, gripping at Aegons pale blonde hair. Aegon’s jaw was getting sore, and frankly, he was starting to become bored. Jorren just needed to hurry up and come already so that Aegon could return to his primary objective since this morning, getting that fucking moon tea. 

Aegon decided to switch up his technique a bit, starting by massaging his balls with one hand while twisting his other hand at the base of his cock. That seemed to do the trick, because Jorren moaned even louder. Gods he was a vocal one wasn’t he. Jorren soon began convulsing and grabbing Aegon's hair much harder with both of his fists. Finally he came, forcing Aegon to drink gallons of Alpha cum.

In the end they didn’t do anything other than Aegon sucking Jorren off, Aegon just wanted to be done with it so he could get his moon tea.

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As they made their way back to the throne room, Aegon decided he needed to take a quick detour, and bid Jorren his farewell. Apparently, Jorren and his uncle were on some kind of tour of the seven kingdoms to find him a match that pleased him, as well as to discuss various political shit with their allies, that meant that the Baratheons wouldn’t stay the night in the Red Keep. Which was completely fine by Aegon of course. Jorren assured him however that no one would please him as much as Aegon had, that he couldn’t wait to see him again and bla bla bla.

They split up and Aegon rushed to the grandmeaster, to GET THAT FUCKING TEA before it was too late. But as he arrived he was surprised to see that the doors were locked. He tried knocking harshly for a while but no one would open. He returned to his chambers for the moment to try again later.

He was finally allowed to drink wine now that he didn’t need to be on his best behavior anymore. He managed to drink an entire bottle in an hour, since if he couldn’t get moon tea then he would try putting a stop to whatever may be growing inside him by any other means.

Suddenly there was a knock on his door, which startled him so much he fell off the bed.

“Prince Aegon, the Queen requires your presence at supper.”, it was Ser Erryk speaking, he couldn’t help the anxiety slowly rising inside him. What did she want to say to him? Surely she must be angry at him for running away with Jorren. But then he regained his composure, because in a twisted sort of way he had done exactly what she had wanted, as Jorren clearly had been whipped by him.

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The dining room was tense, everyone in his family were staring at him, and they all turned their gawking into disappointment as they noticed the drunken state Aegon was in.

His mother stood up from her chair, and yelled at him. “AEGON! What do you have to say for yourself, lord Jorren told us you had already bid him farewell, how is that possible, where did you two run off to?” 

It looked like she was breathing fire, there was a furious glow in her eye which intimidated him far more than he would like to admit. But then he saw Aemond, sitting down next to Helaena and staring intently at Aegon. An idea popped into Aegon's head.

“We retreated into my chambers, mother, and I wouldn’t worry about Lord Baratheon not approving of me, he in fact seemed rather taken with me afterwards.”

His mother stiffened up like a board, and there was a sudden stillness in the entire room. He glanced at Aemond, who clenched his jaw so hard it looked like it would snap. His eye were not blinking, staring like he couldn’t believe what Aegon had just said. It made Aegon feel so incredibly satisfied.

“Aegon… you did not…” His mother spoke, she stopped herself however and rushed towards him. She grabbed and pulled at his shirt, searching for a bite mark. There was none of course, which seemed to relieve her immensely. It also seemed to relieve Aemond, who let out his breath which he had been holding. Aegon didn’t want to give him a drop off relief however, he wanted him freak out like Aegon had been doing this entire day. He didn’t want to keep seeing that same indifference on Aemonds face, as if what they had done together yesterday was once again just a freak accident. Aegon spoke with a certain cockyness to his voice;

“Oh, and mother? I’ll be needing moon tea right away, Baratheons are as messy in bed as they are in battle.”

Aegon looked Aemond straight in the eye as he said it, hoping it would have any effect on Aemond at all.

And gods, Aemond’s reaction was more than he could ever have hoped for and more. 

He let out a deep, dark growl which sounded like a cry. It was like someone had shot arrows through his lungs and heart, but that wasn't the worst of it. His pheromones practically lit up with scorching fire, pure fury and rage echoing off the wall. He shot up from where he had sat, his legs turning weak as he tried to stand upright, and for a moment, Aemond looked at Aegon like he was going to rip him to pieces. He had never been more terrified, or turned on.

Aemond didn’t charge at him though like he expected, instead he went out the door, clutching at his heart like it had been broken.

At least Aegon finally received his moon tea.

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The following days were very weird for everyone in the Red Keep. Aemond had locked himself inside his chambers for days, eating in his room and only coming out to ride Vhagar. These rides would take hours upon hours, and once on these rides Aegon caught himself wondering if his younger brother would ever return.

The strangest thing about the whole situation for Aegon was how not even Helaena were allowed to see Aemond. Everyday she would stand outside his chambers and pound on the door, begging for him to let her in, to let her see him and perhaps bring him comfort. She was always only met by a growl on the side of the door, warning her to leave.

Aegon knew he was the cause of all of this in some way, but at the same time, technically he shouldn’t have known that speaking of bedding Jorren would have an effect on Aemond. And truly he didn’t, he was just hoping for it. 

All he wished for was that Aemond would just talk to him, instead going back and forth between acting hot and cold to Aegon, jumping into Helaenas arms right in front of him while feeling the latter.

What he also couldn’t fathom was how Aemond would have complete control over his pheromones one minute and then completely lose it the next. If Aemond had been angry about Jorren because he was jealous, then why had he seemed completely fine and only interested in Helaena when Jorren had hit on him before.

Aegon was literally in the middle of a brothel as he was thinking about all this. He was resting his head on the pillowy thighs of a female omega and two female Alphas lying next to him, stroking Aegon’s hair and arms. At times this trio of whores felt like his best friends in the entire world, it was such a shame that he had to pay for their friendship. He had memorized their names and knew where they grew up, who their first lay had been with and many other things. Although, for all Aegon knew it could all just be lies to make Aegon believe he was special. All Aegon wanted to do tonight was to drink in the company of beautiful women with the arousing sounds from all around him working to calm him down.

Mariela, the tall blonde alpha with a hideous scar to his right, refilled his goblet of wine and handed it to him, smiling gleefully and kissing his forehead as he reached for it. It was rare for Alphas to be working as whores, you would see ten omegas before you would see one Alpha, when it usually was the other way around outside the walls of the brothel. Aegon had managed to find two of them, who declined to service the other guests in favor of the eldest prince.

He took a large gulp before returning to his thoughts, and began to try and piece together in his mind how he and Aemond had gotten to this point in their relationship.

When they were younger, he and Aemond shared some form of brotherly love. Aemond would cling on to him like a lost puppy no matter how many times Aegon would shoo him away or try to torment him. At first it was the kind of torment a typical older brother would subject his younger siblings to. Well, it was always that kind of torment, but the reasons for it changed. At some point Aegon had realized that he wanted to feel pain, and he wanted others to feel it as well. At the time that included his younger brother, as well as some fellow omega servants whom he would use and discard as toys, probably in complete denial that he himself would end up as an omega.

Aemond in turn had probably realized that Aegon didn’t have his back, and had determined that Aegon would always be his brother, but never his friend.

As Aegon had grown out of his awkward and lanky phase, and a Aemond had recieved a giant growth spurt, they would develop a typical sibling rivalry, Aemond was always trying to show everyone how much smarter and stronger he was than him, show everyone that it was him who was the Alpha, and he was the one who would get the Helaena.

But what has changed from then? How was it possible for Aegon to go from perpetually annoyed by his younger brother to wanting him to fuck him, to be marked by him, to impreg- yeah let’s not go there again.

Perhaps the reason that Aemond had pushed him against the wall that day was just because he had highly irregular ruts, which had reacted to the first omega that came along. However, that didn’t explain why Aemond had come to his chambers days ago and begged Aegon to let him fuck him, or maybe he had liked his first encounter with Aegon so much that he needed to come back for more, he certainly wouldn’t have been the first. 

Aegon decided that all this was way too confusing for him, the only person who could answer him was Aemond, and he had locked himself inside his room like a child.

Aegon suddenly started to feel sick. He excused himself and paid his lovely whores, even though they hadn’t really done anything sexual to him. He drunkenly made his way back to the Red Keep in the cover of the dark, humming some melody that he made up on the spot.

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As he entered the keep he was greeted by the sight of Helaena, sitting down at the bottom of a staircase while hugging her legs. He could smell her pheromones from here, her scent was very dark and gloomy, and it was obvious from the redness around her eyes that she had been crying. Aegon felt his heart ache for her, and he must have been releasing some depressing pheromones of his own because she stood up and turned towards him without him having to make a sound.

At first they just stood there, warily looking at each other. He hadn’t spoken to her directly in what felt like weeks, despite them sitting in the same dining room almost everyday. Gods know he wasn’t ready to start talking to her now, not after what he had done to her. He never prayed, but in that moment he gave a quick prayer in his head to whatever god would hear him that she would never find out about what he and Aemond had done several nights prior.

She was the first to speak, and she did so with a small voice, but still full of determination.

“Aegon, I know something must have happened between you and Aemond, would you please tell me.”

Ugh, just the thing he had been dreading. Whatever he responded with, he had to be careful. Gods know the shit that would unfold if Aegon were to give her even a sliver of the truth.

He opened his mouth to say something, anything, but decided to close it again. He was usually one to think on his feet, having been in many situations where a witty tongue had been crucial, but right now he was at a loss of words. Thankfully Heleana decided to speak again.

“He doesn’t want to speak to me, he doesn’t want to speak ANYONE, if I at least knew what made him this upset then perhaps I could approach him better, maybe he would let me try to help him.”

Once again Aegon didn’t know how to respond, so he just nodded his head like an idiot. There was another moment of silence between them before Helaena gave a small sigh and continued to speak.

“Please Aegon, you know that I wouldn’t come to you if I weren’t truly desperate.”

That was true, Aegon knew it. Perhaps it should have stung him, he was her elder brother after all, but he himself would never approach Helaena without being desperate, speaking to each other out of anything other than obligation was difficult for them in recent years. He also knew he had to say something, perhaps this was an opportunity for him to finally speak to Aemond and get some answers on his own.

He took a deep breath before responding; “If you’re truly that desperate then I will tell you what happened.”

Her eyes suddenly lit up, and her pheromones emitted deep curiosity and eagerness to know what had caused her lover to feel this horrid. Aegon paused at seeing her reaction, was he really about to go through with this? He was essentially using her as a pawn in his own game. But at the end of the day, that had always been his way, which he had carefully learnt from his mother and grandsire.

“I promise to tell you everything, after I have spoken to Aemond, he will let me in, I know it. If he wanted me to tell you then he would have told you himself.”

He could tell his words hurt her, having left her hanging. Her pheromones instantly changed back to a bitter and gloomy scent.

She shook her head while looking down at the floor, and Aegon thought she would refuse him and tell him to stay away from Aemond, but instead she muttered;

“Fine, have it your way. But once you have spoken to him, I shall hear the truth from Aemond and not you.”

She turned away and went up the stairs, looking down on him briefly before storming off to her chambers. When he could no longer see her, he let out a giant sigh of relief, and made his way towards Aemond’s chambers.

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Aegon had tripped and fallen over three times by the time he had made it to his goal, still being drunk as seven hells. Once outside, the kingsguard outside Aemond’s door had tried to make him leave, but after Aegon had shouted some nonsense about “do you know who I am” and “Be careful I might put your head on a spike”, he had shut his mouth and moved out of the way. 

Aegon pounded on the locked door. He was expecting Aemond to completely ignore him, so his plan was to keep pounding it until Aemond was forced to open it in order to not be tortured any longer. He honestly thought it would work, but after maybe 3 minutes he was bored and decided to play even dirtier instead. He got as close to the door as he possibly could, took a deep breath, then manipulated his secondary gender by making the loudest, most whiny omega cry he could manage. 

It had worked, he heard Aemond making an equally whiny Alpha cry behind the door, and soon Aemond rushed towards it, opening it and pulling Aegon inside. It felt like Aemond was about to pull him into an embrace to soothe the whining Omega, when he noticed that Aegon looked completely fine, apart from clearly being drunk that is. 

Aegon quickly ran his eyes down Aemonds body. He was shirtless, his Alpha muscles lighting up under the moonlight. The only thing he was wearing were his breeches that were untied at the front, showing off a pale blonde trail of hair leading down to his… Ok Aegon needed to stop and concentrate before all his blood would drain from his brain and travel to his groin. 

It was then that Aemond made a dry laugh while turning his head away from Aegon.

“You smell of Alphas. And of whores.” 

Aemond was smiling almost manically while looking towards his window, but Aegon could clearly smell the pain that Aemond emitted from his scent glands.

Aegon was about to speak when Aemond turned around completely and began pacing back and forth while moving his eye to the ground. 

“Just when I thought you couldn’t be any more despicable brother, you show up to my chambers drenched in the stench of Alphas. You truly are a waste of life.”

Aegon was way more hurt than he should have been by that remark. Aegon knew it to be true that if anyone could be described as a waste of life, it was him. Yet he had hoped that Aemond at least, the Alpha who had thrown his love for Helaena and sense of duty out the window to be in Aegon’s arms for one night, would see some kind of value in him. Maybe all he was good for was sex. 

If sex was the only thing that made him worth something in Aemonds mind, then how could he afford to lose that? If Aemond got to fuck him once more then maybe he would take back what he had just said.

A crazed laugh escaped through Aegon’s throat, almost to the point of making his eyes water. “Oh brother, I drive you feral, don’t I?”

Aemond snapped his back to stare in confusion at Aegon, who had to calm himself down.

“Does the thought of another Alpha having me make your stomach turn, does it make you want to kill me?”

The mood in the room seemed to shift for a moment, Aegon’s skin became hotter and hotter with the way Aemond was just curiously watching him. Aemond’s adams apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed. His jaw started to clench again, and the remaining eye traveled up and down between the smirk on Aegon’s face to his body. Suddenly, Aemond stood up straighter, took a deep breath and nodded to no one, perhaps to himself. He then looked away from Aegon, once again turning his head towards the large window.

“It was not supposed to be you.”

Aegon had barely heard him, he needed to pause and process what Aemond just said, did Aemond mean that he had mistaken him for Helaena after all?

It was then that Aemond decided to suddenly charge at him, grabbing Aegon by the throat and slamming him into the wall. His airways were completely cut off by Aemond’s grip, he had never seen his brother's anger this close before. He began clawing at the hand on his throat, trying to fight him off as best he could, but it was no use. Aemond was almost twice the size of him and stronger than he could ever hope to be.

“You don’t even understand what you’re doing to me, my cock is completely useless when I’m with Helaena! I have to think of you, YOU, to even get myself into a rut!” 

Aegon was still trying to dissolve the grip his brother had on his throat, but he stilled for a second when he heard what he had said. His mind slowly started to go blank from the lack of air, but his cock did some of the thinking for him, and Aemond’s words as well as the chokehold he had on him started to turn him on a bit. 

But was this must be the reason as to why Aemond had wanted to fuck him?, and the reason for why Aemond had been struggling with his ruts for such a long time?

“Why you!? I love Helaena, I do, but It’s you my body can’t stop craving, day and night. YOU! You’re disgusting, I have always hated you! You’re a sick pervert who let some random Alpha you never have met before spill his seed inside you!”

Aemond’s voice broke at the last sentence. He released Aegon’s throat, who slid down the wall while attempting to desperately fill his lungs with air while holding onto his bruised throat. Aemond hung his head low, his expression and pheromones filled with pain. 

As Aegon regained oxygen he weakly whispered the only thing he felt he could say in that moment.

“He never fucked me.”

There was a moment of silence. Aemond slowly turned his towards Aegon. The scent of his pheromones slowly faded as he waited for Aegon to elaborate.

“Sure, me and Jorren messed around, but I never let him enter me. I was angry, you left me without saying a word, and were acting like nothing had happened.”

He paused slightly before continuing to speak. Aemond was looking down at him intently, confusion laced on his face. Aegon felt tears building up in his eyes, why couldn’t they just have spoken like adults after they had fucked? He remembers being so content as Aemond had knotted inside him and laid resting on his shoulder, why couldn’t he have said something then?

“I needed moon tea because of you Aemond, you released inside me remember? I was frightened that you had put a bastard in me and abandoned me, leaving me to deal with the fallout on my own.”

Tears were fully flowing down Aegon’s cheeks by now which felt really strange, he didn’t want his younger brother to see him so weak. He was sobbing right there on the floor, and Aemond was completely quiet, he wanted him to say something, no, he needed Aemond to say something. Only to fill the heavy and awkward silence that had appeared. 

“Look, Aemond, I’m sorry for lying about Jorren Ok? I just wanted you to... I don’t know, do anything really. It was stupid and petty.”

As even more silence came from Aemond, Aegon felt like giving up. Aemond probably just wanted him gone.

After taking one more moment to collect himself, he dried his tears with the back of his fists and moved to stand up and leave when Aemond grabbed a hold of his collar and dragged him up towards him instead. He squeezed his eyes shut and braced himself for a punch, but instead it was the pheromones of a happy and aroused Alpha that hit him instead. 

Their foreheads were almost touching, Aemond was starting to pant while looking at Aegon’s face, which caused him to produce more of that wonderful scent which Aegon wanted to get lost in.

It suddenly felt as if the world suddenly stood still around them, and Aemond’s scent and sudden vulnerability was making him desperate to reunite with the Alpha. At first they just kind of stood there, neither of them really knowing what they were supposed to do know, they had both just spilled each of their secrets to each other, along with Aemond having put Aegon in a violent chokehold of course. What was the natural progression supposed to be from here? 

In the end, just looking at each other with their scents pulling each other in got to be too much for the both of them.

They moved at the same time and kissed each other hungrily. Aemond was so much taller than Aegon since so his head was beant as far back as it could go, and Aemond had to strain his neck downwards to reach Aegon’s needy mouth. Aemond seemed to decide that this wouldn’t do, so he paused to rip Aegon’s breeches off before grabbing his legs and wrapping them around his hips. 

Their cocks were growing harder by the second from rubbing together like this, Aegon being elevated by Aemonds hold of him so that he could kiss him at a better angle.

Aegon quickly became completely undressed and naked in Aemond’s hold, and he soon decided that it wasn’t fair. It seemed like Aemond was reading his mind, because as soon as the thought had entered his head, Aemond reached down and pulled at his own breeches, letting them fall to his ankles.

Aegon was so fucking wet, the tiniest movements was making his body produce loud squelching noises that only served to make them both even more horny. Aemond pushed two fingers into Aegon and swirled them around, which made him purr with pleasure. Aegon certainly didn’t need any preparation with how damn wet he was, slick dripping onto the floor as Aemond fucked him with his fingers. Aemond probably just wanted a sample of what was to come.

Aemond soon removed his fingers and grabbed hold of his own cock, pushing it lightly against Aegon’s hole. Before he could push inside, Aegon ripped off his eye-patch, just as he had done during their first time. The brief annoyance flashing across Aemond’s face and in his scent made Aegon giggle, and Aemond had to stop to just watch him, seeming even more annoyed that Aegon had ruined the perfect moment of Aemond almost getting to push his cock inside his warm and wet body. The more annoyed Aemond became, the more Aegon giggled, which resulted in Aemond letting out a quiet laugh of his own while shaking his head. He then sighed and said;

“You are a dimwit, and yet you are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen.”

Aemond’s words caught him off-guard, he had to shut up mid-giggle, and he felt his entire face turn red. He could also suddenly feel his heartbeat in his ears. 

Aemond then surprised Aegon some more by ramming his huge cock into him, causing Aegon to release a long moan of euphoria. 

Aegon felt like he had been impaled, Aemond moved his body up and down his cock like he was a fuckdoll. As Aemond was pounding him hard against the wall, he rested his jaw against Aegon’s shoulder. There was something really tender about the movement, and a strange but pleasant feeling started fluttering inside his heart. 

Aegon’s legs were hanging onto Aemond’s hips as hard as he could, but he was weak, and Aemond thrusting his cock into him at such a relentless pace did nothing to stop Aegon’s leg from shaking. Aegon made a small whine to signal to his Alpha what he wanted, and Aemond had understood, pausing his thrusts to release a soothing scent that washed over Aegon as he was carried to the large bed, Aemond’s cock still inside him.

Aemond gently laid him down on the bed, and then told Aegon to turn around so that he would be on all fours in front of him. When he changed his position, Aemond’s cock briefly slipped out, which caused them both to whimper at the loss of contact. It was soon forgotten though as Aemond pushed inside again, grabbed hold of his hips, and started to fuck his ass so hard that Aegon’s eyes rolled back into his head. He was moaning Aemonds name with every other thrust, and he was driven even more mad by the sound of Aemond’s moans.

They fucked for a while longer before he felt Aemond pull his cock out completely, which disappointed Aegon to no end, and made him a bit sad as well. Although he knew it was a good thing since Aegon wasn’t interested in another pregnancy scare.

Aemond forced him to turn around again by pulling on his arm. He was now facing Aemond on his back. Aemond pulled his head towards his groin by grabbing a fist full of hair at the back of his head, pumped his cock a couple of times and sprayed his cum all over Aegon’s face. The entire spectacle of it made Aegon more than ready to shoot as well. Aemond put his mouth on Aegon’s cock, and finished him off within a minute.

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Aegon had decided that he would sleep next to Aemond in his bed tonight. Aemond hadn’t said anything about it, but he would like to think that Aemond didn’t mind it. The last thing he remembered before falling asleep was Aemond lightly caressing his cheek.

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When Aegon woke the next morning, he had a violent headache. He was really hungover and he hadn’t even been that drunk last night, not by his usual standards at least. He also found that his whole body was aching and sore, likely from the pounding he had received by his brother yesterday. He began rubbing his temples while moaning in annoyance at the offending pain.

He instinctively let out a cry, controlled by his secondary gender, which caused the body next to him to snap to attention and crawl towards him, before nuzzling his head against Aegon’s cheek to give the omega some comfort. Aegon was soothed almost immediately, but he startled a little when he opened his eyes and saw that the Alpha comforting him was Aemond. Why was Aemond here? Oh right, of course he would be here, it's literally his bed. But it was still strange, perhaps he had expected him to run off somewhere in avoidance, or regret yesterday's events so much that he went to Helaena.

Aemond’s movements were really comforting, among other things. As soon as Aemond drew his head back, satisfied that the omega had been soothed, Aegon felt himself severely missing his touch. Aegon attempted to manipulate his secondary gender into making that same sound again so that Aemond would go back to comforting him, and for a second he thought it would work as Aemond flinched and moved closer.

“I know you’re making that noise to manipulate me you idiot.”

Aegon looked at Aemond offended, and they immediately started to argue, but in a more playful way than they usually would. Aemond had called Aegon a dimwit five times by the time they were done bickering and Aegon had threatened to beat him up twice. Despite their words, there was no real bite to any of it, and they were only left feeling amused after the dispute.

They fell quiet after Aegon inevitably lost the argument, and they sat in comfortable silence for a time. Aemond leaned his head against the headboard of the bed, crossed his arms and rested his eye. Aegon laid on his side and just watched him, mesmerized by Aemonds calming scent and form. He watched intensely as Aemond’s chest moved up and down from his quiet breathing, and how his adams apple would move as he swallowed. He felt his heart do strange flips and that flutter from before appeared again. Oh Gods, did Aegon need to get that examined? Was it like a medical thing? Was he dyin- ok Aegon needed to stop panicking over nothing all the time, he was fine, his secondary gender was probably just reacting to an Alphas scent this close to him or something.

Aemond opened his eye and turned his head slightly to watch Aegon as well, likely noticing the way Aegon suddenly had started to fuss. They made eye contact for a split second before Aegon had to look away, the fluttering in his heart having increased by it. The sapphire in Aemond’s eye glimmered in the morning sunlight as his gaze was focused on him. Aemond only having one eye had creeped Aegon out at one point in time, and the oversized gemstone in the lost eye's stead made him look even more disfigured at first. As Aemond grew into his body and presented, he began to look more and more appealing to Aegon, even if he didn’t want to admit it.

Aegon’s breathing strained from Aemond watching him like that. His scent was so sweet and overpowering, it made him feel like every vein inside his body was burning, and it also made him feel small, like a prey being stalked by a hawk.

“You look like you’re about to shit yourself brother.” Aemond suddenly uttered, which caught Aegon completely off guard. Great, now Aegon was being humiliated as well, which thankfully made him snap out of his flustered state. They started to argue once again, Aegon pointing out that if anyone was shitting themselves it was Aemond who walked and talked like he was severely constipated, and Aemond responded by calling him a dimwit three more times.

After a while, another moment of silence fell upon them, but this time a much stuffier one, and Aegon felt a little awkward. Was Aemond expecting him to leave his chambers and return to his own now? Aegon almost considered it, but he was afraid that everything would return to that hot and cold game of tug of war between them again. He wanted Aemond to touch him again, and have his way with him as much as possible before they ran out of time.

And that time would run out sooner rather than later.

Would Aemond freak out if Aegon just told him what he wanted in plain language? Probably. Aegon had to be smart about this, and he needed to sell it to him. Aegon took a deep breath and decided to just go for it.

“Aemond, I want you to fuck me again.”

It felt like he had hacked at the awkward tension in the room with a saw, not really cutting through anything, Aemond just stared at him dumbfounded. Gods Aegon felt stupid, and his entire face began to turn a crimson color. He tried his best to appear confident and sure of himself by puffing out his chest and looking Aemond dead in the eye. He knew he was falling flat on his face though, and he braced himself to either be laughed at or yelled at.

Neither came, or maybe the first one, he wasn’t sure. Aemond let out a breath that sounded like a laugh, and graciously responded.

“Indeed? Hmm, come here then brother.”, He patted his lap and signaled for Aegon to sit on it, which heavily implied that he wanted Aegon to ride him. It made Aegon snort out a quick laugh, if only to cover up how much those words affected him. Aemond’s response had not only managed to turn Aegon on, but it also gave him some confidence since Aemond hadn’t laughed him out the door, instead responding favorably to Aegon’s advances.

Aegon almost took him up on his offer immediately, finding himself eagerly wanting Aemond to be inside him again, but then he remembered that he really needed to establish some form of communication between him and his brother, if they were ever going to be doing this thing again then Aegon wanted to make sure he wouldn’t be left high and dry after every lay.

“I didn’t really mean right this second.” Aemond looked slightly disappointed, but didn’t say anything more. He waited for Aegon to explain what he meant and didn’t move at all from his position on the bed as Aegon did, who sat up straighter and tried to figure out how he should phrase his next sentence to avoid making Aemond mad at him.

“Yesterday you meant that your secondary gender doesn’t react to Helaena’s scent at all right? But it does to mine?” Aegon spoke very quickly, and he hoped that Aemond had been able to keep up with him. Aemond flinched slightly at the mention of his future wife, and Aegon was surprised with himself for even noticing it. He figured that the last person either of them wished to think about right now was their sweet sister, who was an innocent victim in all of this. Sadly he needed to bring her up in order to make a point, and to make Aemond understand what he wanted from him.

Aemond didn’t say anything in response, and Aegon started to wonder if he had misheard him yesterday or something, but then Aemond gave him a small nod, showing him that he had hit the nail on the head.

“I will be engaged any day now, and soon I will be wed and bound to an Alpha’s will for the rest of my life.” Aegon hated saying it to Aemond, it felt so strange that what he had been dreading since he presented was now becoming his reality. Even if Jorren was attractive and all, the thought of him biting and breeding him frightened him, but when he thought of Aemond doing the same to him, he only felt like purring with excitement.

Aemond remained silent as he waited for Aegon to get to the point, his pheromones turning sour at the mention of Jorren, making Aegon feel even more uncomfortable.

“Until that happens I want to keep feeling what I’ve been feeling when you are fucking me, only you, no other Alpha has made me come as hard as you have.” Aemond almost seemed touched by the dirty sentiment, at least he hoped he was.

It was Aemond’s turn to speak now, “What do you have in mind brother?”, he asked, moving closer to Aegon on the bed and leaning in slightly. Aemond was so close to him now, their arms were touching each other and their faces were inches away. It made Aegon slightly nervous, despite being even closer to him yesterday.

“How should I put it? I want us to keep fucking, you’ll get your fill of me and I’ll get my fill of you before we both have to go our separate ways with each of our betrothed.” Aegon managed to finally turn his eyes to meet Aemond’s, which he knew was dangerous, since those stupid butterflies would appear again and flutter around in his heart and stomach. As he waited for Aemond to respond he stopped breathing, hoping to gods that Aemond wouldn’t refuse him.

Aemond’s expression lightened and those sweet pheromones returned, swirling all around Aegon and almost making him dizzy as they covered him like a warm and comforting blanket.

“Alright brother, as you wish.” Aegon released the breath that he had been holding in, incredibly relieved and almost giddy that Aemond had accepted his offer, but then Aemond decided to continue;

“But we need to have terms to this arrangement, I will not bite you, nor will I knot you, you will spend your coming heat alone. All of this will end as soon as either of us have been mated. We will simply be using each other for pleasure.”

Aemond looked at him as if Aegon was a child who wouldn’t hear it if he wasn’t firm. He reminded Aegon of their mother, which made bitterness creep into his mind. He also had to admit that Aemond not wanting to bite or knot him made his secondary gender scream in frustration, and he had to stop himself from whimpering. Honestly, what good was Aemond to him really if he still had to suffer through his heat alone?

Aegon could feel himself visibly sulking like the petulant child that Aemond had thought him to be, and he just muttered “Fine.” in response.

They watched each other in silence for a moment, until Aemond made that strange humming sound he usually made when he was thinking. He then reached for Aegon and tucked a loose strand of hair behind his ear, his hand lingering and sliding down along his cheek before retreating. It was so tender, and Aegon was left confused as to what was going through Aemond’s head yet again. His scent was so sweet and comforting, he hoped that they somehow reflected what Aemond was feeling towards him.

Aegon decided that he would try to be bold once more, and reached up to slightly pull Aemond’s head towards him. He gave him a closed-mouthed kiss, which Aemond immediately returned, making Aegon’s confidence briefly shot up through the roof.

As he pulled back, Aemond slowly bit at his own lip, a movement which Aegon followed closely with his eyes. A familiar hunger began to ache inside of Aegon, and he decided that their arrangement would start today, initiated by Aegon pouncing on Aemond and making himself comfortable in his lap.

Aemond seemed just as eager to have him ride his cock as he did, clawing at him and roughly kissing him as Aegon readied himself. Aemond happily bounced him on his large cock and Aegon wondered if all of Westeros could hear his joyous moans as he once again was filled to the brim with his younger brother’s length.

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They ended up fucking twice, and Aegon’s body was protesting against that decision hard. The pain in his abdomen rivaled only by the insistant headache refusing to fuck off. Aemond had to be the one to dress him, only to stop Aegon’s self-pitying and whining if nothing else. Aegon wondered what it would be like to spend a real heat with Aemond, would his body ache twice as much as it did now? Would Aemond have to carry him everywhere afterwards? The thoughts made Aegon smile to himself, only for it to crush him as he remembered that Aemond would never be inside him during his heats, since he would be too afraid that he would bite him if they even tried.

He was just about to head towards his own chambers and bid his farewell to Aemond who had begun to ready himself for a ride with Vhagar, when suddenly he remembered the reason why he got the idea to come here in the first place, Helaena. Chills ran down his spine at the thought of her, and he wondered if he would ever get to spend time with Aemond without his mind drifting to her.

Aegon knew he couldn’t return to Helaena completely empty handed. If she saw him returning without Aemond in tow then she would likely question him once again about everything that had transpired between them, and she would certainly become suspicious when Aegon couldn’t give her a straight answer.

He noticed that Aemond had finished getting dressed and was now watching Aegon confused, probably expecting him to be long gone by now, instead Aegon just stood there frozen like the statues decorating the gardens.

“Now you really look like you’re shitting yourself brother.” Aemond said amused, expecting Aegon to start bickering at him like before, but that never came, which turned Aemond’s amusement into concern.

Aegon had no idea where to start with this, but he knew he would need Aemond’s help. They had to cover their tracks somehow, this arrangement of theirs would never work if they made it obvious to everyone around them, and Aemond had already somewhat fucked up by locking himself in his room. They needed to proceed with caution.

He began spilling his guts to Aemond, who looked petrified when Aegon told him about his conversation with Helaena. Aemond loudly cursed himself for not having been able to smooth things over with Helaena when she had knocked on his door, apparently he wasn’t able to face her while dealing with the strange feelings of pain his secondary gender had conjured as he was under the impression that another Alpha had impregnated Aegon. Aegon tried not to feel a little bit smug about having made Aemond jealous, as this was a serious situation now. They needed to come up with a story that they both could stick to.

They went over a list of all the lies they could tell to excuse Aemond’s behavior. Aemond had scoffed at every single suggestion or idea Aegon had offered, going as far as to call him a “useless imbecile” when Aegon had suggested they’d tell everyone that Aemond had been jealous of Aegon’s ability to get laid, hence why he was sulking in his chambers.

In the end they’d decided that their story would be that Aegon had been tormenting and making fun of Aemond’s inability to rut. It boiled over when Aemond thought that Aegon insinuated that Aemond never would be able to mate with Helaena as easily as Aegon could mate with Jorren in front of Helaena, which had humiliated him.

It was a completely ridiculous tale of course, and it made it seem like Aemond was an ineffective Alpha who wasn’t in control of his rage, letting minor jabs get to him that easily. It was also likely to raise more questions than it answered, since Aemond had seemed completely fine earlier that day and there was nothing in Aegon’s words that would imply that he was making fun of Aemond.

Aemond had also added to the story that Aegon had come to his chambers yesterday because he felt bad about it, and they were able to put aside their hatred for now. That was probably the most outrageous part of it, since everyone knew that sympathy and Aegon mixed about as well as oil and water.

They decided that their go to response if anyone were to pry them any further was that you would have had to be there during Aegon’s bullying to fully understand the meaning of Aegon’s words that day. They were screwed, these lame excuses were never going to work. As their discussion went on it became clearer and clearer that Helaena would see right through them, which Aegon verbalized as he became more and more stressed out about it. He practically blurted it out while Aemond was mid-through a sentence, and him saying it out loud made Aemond visibly panic. Aegon had to release his calming pheromones in order for Aemond to get a grip, which was really difficult since Aegon also was going into panic-mode.

They decided that Aemond would be the first to leave so that the guard posted outside of the door, (who they desperately tried to pretend had stopped existing during their copulation), would follow Aemond, which would give Aegon a chance to escape. Honor and loyalty would probably stop the guard from revealing their secret anyway, and even if he did, his tongue would be cut off from spewing accusations at members of the royal family. Aemond wanted to be careful though, and Aegon complied as he just wanted to put an end to their endless discussion.

Aemond didn’t say goodbye to him as he stormed out, and Aegon missed his scent as soon as it had faded. He sat himself down on Aemond’s bed and let out a huge sigh before leaving himself. Now that he was all alone, he wondered if he really could pull all of this lying and sneaking around off. Both of those things had always come easy to him before, especially during the time before him presenting, when no one could smell some pesky omega scent on him.

But now all the lying and sneaking involved his younger brother, who Aegon needed to protect as much as himself from their mother’s wrath. Especially if he wanted Aemond to continue to fuck him before their time as unmated ran out.

The walk back to his chambers had been excruciating. He was practically limping with every step, his whole body hurting from getting fucked three times in a span of a couple of hours. A servant on her way to the kitchens had stopped to ask him if he was alright, to which Aegon had responded by promptly telling her to fuck off and leave him be. Hopefully she had summed it up to him being drunk, as he was known to drink both morning and night. He was very thankful that the majority of the servants were betas, including her, so they probably hadn’t smelt Aemond’s scent on him. He had done his best to find any shortcuts that let him avoid any guards though, as they notoriously had plenty of Alphas in their ranks.

Aegon spent the rest of the day letting his body recover alone in his chambers. He wondered what Aemond was doing right now, and if word of his reappearance had made its way to their mother, who would no doubt rush to Aemond and shower him with love.

Time would tell if their pathetic excuse would fool anyone. Perhaps their mother would buy it, but only if it came from Aemond’s mouth.

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Days had flown by quickly, and it had been a month and a half since Aegon first had Aemond in his bed. The arrangement had lived up to their expectations and more. At first Aemond had been adamant that they wouldn’t fuck in each other’s chambers as it likely would alert the guards as well as any other prying eyes who would tell the Queen. They would instead meet up in the hidden corridors and tunnels that littered the Red Keep, where Aemond would bend him over and take him like a whore. They didn’t really speak much at first either, when they wanted to have their way with each other they would instead send signals by kicking at each other’s legs under the dinner table. 

Aegon soon grew tired of the damp and dark tunnels however, and yearned for a comfortable bed to lie in as they went at it. Aemond refused him everytime he would complain about it, but soon Aemond must have tired of their environment as well because he eventually agreed that they could meet up in Aemond’s chambers again, but only ONCE.

Well, once turned into twice, and twice turned into four times and so forth. At this point the kingsguard outside the doors must be completely aware of what was transpiring between them, but Aegon found that he didn’t really care. 

A lot had been changing for Aegon. He cut back on drinking since Aemond got mad at him when he would show up to their encounters black out drunk, and would ignore Aegon’s signals completely at the dinner table if he smelt wine on him. It had been really hard to manage his days without drinking at first, he was trembling all the time and suffered constant headaches, but every time Aemond entered him, seeming so pleased when Aegon had managed to stay sober, it all became worth it. 

He had also stopped his whoring entirely, he didn’t want Aemond to smell some other Alpha on him, and truthfully, no whore in the world could compare to Aemond’s skilled hands, mouth or cock. His relationship with his mother had somewhat improved because of it; she was likely pleased that no one had sighted the eldest prince near a brothel, sparing her the shame. They even managed to have civil conversations once in a while.

For anyone watching from the outside Aegon and Aemond’s relationship appeared more brotherly, they were frequently spotted bickering with each other, but their scents weren’t dark or full of spite any longer. Sometimes they would even joke and laugh with each other, or have normal conversations about various topics. It was like they had been replaced by their younger selves, from a simpler time without the full burden of duty chasing them. The whole extent of their relationship was of course much more than merely brothers though, at least by the standards of those who weren't Targaryen. By now they were spending almost all of their nights in each other’s arms, sometimes not even doing anything sexual. Spending time with each other in public had worked to their advantage enormously, since they had a somewhat believable excuse for why they frequently bore each other’s scents. 

There were two things that were eating away at Aegon during this time however. His upcoming betrothal, and the pathetic lie they had told.

In the end Aemond hadn’t given any reason for his absence to Helaena, likely knowing that lying to her was pointless, especially since their extravagant lie made absolutely no sense. It had frustrated the hell out of Aegon though, since it meant that Helaena likely would have gone to him for answers instead. Thankfully he didn’t have to worry about that possibility, since Aemond had found the balls to at least lie to their mother, who immediately believed him since Aemond was her darling boy who would surely never lie to her. It was laughable, honestly. His mother had both scolded and slapped Aegon for mistreating his younger brother, and begged him to understand that Aemond wasn’t a lesser Alpha because of his inability to rut properly, and said that he would be able to mate with Helaena any day now.

Something had changed in Helaena however. She was colder and more reserved than usual, her usually pleasant scent had become faint and dim, he could barely smell it any longer in fact. Her relationship with Aemond had noticeably become more strained. They still showed affection towards each other, which Aegon still had to look away from, but not nearly as much as before. Aegon had seen them kiss maybe once or twice during the entire month, which made him beam with joy at the thought. Aemond seemed slightly distressed by it, and had apparently decided that bending Aegon over a table in Aegon’s chambers everytime he was bothered by it would be his coping mechanism. 

Helaena’s eyes would also shoot daggers at Aegon everytime she could, which wasn’t like her, and her faint scent would turn foul anytime he would enter the same room as her. It unsettled Aegon as hell. While there had always been distance between them, keeping each other at arm's length, she never showed her spite for him outright. But if Aegon would try to speak to her about anything now, she would only respond by spewing cryptic nonsense or by outright ignoring him. Aegon racked his brain trying to decipher what all her riddles could mean, but it was only futile. Regardless of what it all meant, Aegon couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that their secret would soon unravel.

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Aegon had received an insane amount of letters from Jorren, as well as letters from Alpha’s of other noble houses trying to steal Aegon away from the Baratheons. His mother had of course read through every single one of them before letting Aegon have them. Aegon skimmed through the letters, tossing them aside one by one as he finished reading them. He didn’t want to respond to any of them, surely Jorren wouldn’t throw away the opportunity to join the royal family over Aegon not responding to his letters? 

But then the long dreaded day came, his mother had rushed into his chambers which scared the shit out of Aegon who was naked and vulnerable in his bath. She didn’t react at all to Aegon’s state of undress however, as she was shaking a piece of paper in his face and exclaimed that the Baratheon’s had formally proposed a marriage. He didn't know how to react to the information, but his mother had soon left to write a letter of her own, accepting their offer.

Aegon read the letter twice with complete horror in his heart, his scent emitting distress that probably even betas could smell clearly as day. Half of it contained boring talk of uniting their houses once again as they’d done for many generations prior, but the other half contained a less stuffy message from Jorren himself, stating that he eagerly prayed that Aegon would want to accept his mark.

He had run to Aemond’s chambers that evening, who had felt his scent from miles away. He cried in his arms the whole night. He knew this day would come and that he simply would have to accept it, but the reality of soon having to leave Aemond and Sunfyre behind still made his heart break. Aemond hadn’t said anything, he just stroked his hair and desperately tried to bring comfort to the whimpering omega. 

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Today was the day that Aegon would be trying on gowns for his upcoming wedding. His mother and grandsire had been relentlessly planning every step of the big day, even going as far as asking for Aegon’s opinion in which he answered truthfully; he couldn’t care less about any of it.

This whole ordeal was going way too fast for him, he had only been engaged for two weeks, and everyone was acting like the wedding would happen at any second. It made complete sense of course, his heat would be here in barely a month's time if the measters were correct, and his mother and grandsire clearly wanted him to be marked by Jorren when it finally came. 

He stood on his balcony with a goblet filled with water in his hand, gods he missed wine. Any minute now his mother and the royal tailor would enter his chambers and force Aegon to try on a bunch of ridiculous gowns which would likely end up taking all day. 

A letter from Jorren had arrived earlier this morning. He expressed to Aegon how he had been fearing being mated to anyone since he had presented at 14 years of age, and had been putting off getting married for the longest time. He wrote that Aegon had made him feel like marriage wouldn’t be that bad, and had exceeded every expectation he had of the royal family. Damn, this is what Aegon gets for being so good with his mouth.

Aegon thought the letter to be pathetic. It reeked of desperation, a last attempt to get Aegon to respond to him. He would be lying if he said he couldn’t relate to Jorren in a way though, as Aegon himself dreaded the thought of being bonded for the rest of his life, but had recently had the realization that it maybe wouldn’t be that bad if it was with the right Alpha.  

Jorren wasn’t the right Alpha. His brother was.

Aegon had come to that revelation when he had been crying in Aemond’s arms, broken from finally receiving the marriage proposal. As Aemond was humming and holding him tightly as they were laying on his bed, Aegon felt an overwhelming feeling spread inside him, that went beyond pure omega desire, it struck him like a punch to the gut, and all he wanted was for Aemond to smother him with his warmth, and never let go. His secondary gender had been screaming for Aemond all this time, and Aegon hadn’t been able to figure that obvious fact out until now.

It didn’t matter at all however. Aegon would be bonded to Jorren once his heat came around, not Aemond.

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Aegon had bitched and moaned the entire time while trying on the gowns, driving his mother insane. By the end she had chosen a long, slightly sage colored gown with exposed shoulders (So that the biting ceremony would be easy) for him to wear. He had to admit that the dress was really pretty, and he felt like a proper omega bride while wearing it, shame that the wrong Alpha were to rip it off of him soon. 

He started to once again think of Aemond, just as he had been doing every second the last month and a half. Aemond had called him beautiful long ago, no, he had called him the most beautiful creature he had laid his upon. He wondered what Aemond would do once he saw him on his wedding day, wearing his wedding gown. Would he find Aegon even more beautiful? Would his mouth water by Aegon’s pre-heat scent emitting from his exposed scent glands?

Aegon needed to see Aemond now, he needed to be held by him again, he needed to feel his bare skin against his. His secondary gender was purring at the thought, and arousal was igniting like fire inside his abdomen. He immediately headed for Aemond’s chambers.

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The walk towards Aemond’s chambers felt peculiar. The arousal inside him felt… different, but in a really familiar way strangely enough. His breath became a tad more labored, and a tingling sensation appeared inside him. Huh, surely this couldn’t be his…. no of course not, the measters had always been accurate about when his heats would come before.

But something was off, extremely off, because soon he felt his legs start to shake with every step he took, and he was practically hyperventilating by now. He was nearing Aemond’s chambers when the suffocating scent he knew by heart struck him like lightning. His surroundings started to blur as he desperately scented it, trying to taste it on his tongue, and suddenly all he saw was colors hazily moving around him. They were so bright, he had to shut his eyes, stop in his tracks and lean himself against the wall. The arousal he previously felt in his abdomen turned into excruciating pain . Aegon could scent almost every single Alpha in Kings Landing, but the sweet scent of HIS Alpha overpowered them all, he needed him. Oh Gods he needed him so much, he felt so empty, he needed his knot, he needed his cum, he needed to be filled with his Alpha. Slick started running down his legs, he was so wet, and his clothes felt so constricting, he needed to get them off before he was suffocated.

“My prince… are you alright, shall I alert the Queen?” An Alpha guard was speaking to him, he was also breathing heavily and sweating profusely, his scent made Aegon sick, it was too loud, too close to him. He wanted to run away, he wanted to run to Aemond, but his legs were completely useless to him right now. 

He heard a loud growl. His Alpha’s growl. Yes! Yes! His Alpha had come for him! His Alpha had come to finally breed him! Aegon’s secondary gender let out a loud cry, practically a scream as he heard the growl, eager to reunite with his Alpha.

“Get. Away. From MINE” Aemond’s voice was deep, low and dangerous, his scent dark and violent. He sized up the guard with his remaining eye, growling once again. The guard growled back at first, but retreated and left once he had fully scented Aemond’s pheromones, which were so strong that it appeared to have physically hurt him.

Aemond turned his attention to Aegon, throwing himself at his whimpering omega. He put his arms under Aegon’s legs and back, lifted him up and began to carry Aegon toward his chambers like a bride. Aegon swung his arms around Aemond’s neck and buried his face against his neck. He began to desperately kiss and suck on Aemond’s throat, he couldn’t help himself, he needed to get closer to his Alpha’s fucking amazing scent.

Both of them were a sweating, hyperventilating mess by the time they reached Aemond’s chambers. Aegon couldn’t keep his hands off of Aemond, nor could he stop scenting and sucking on his neck. Aemond once again nuzzled his head, then he reached down and grabbed Aegon’s behind, squeezing it hard. Aegon responded by moaning loudly before shoving his hand into Aemond’s breeches and started to fondle his cock, which had grown rock hard. He moaned as Aegon stroked it, and Aegon needed it deep inside him now or he would explode.

Aemond grabbed his jaw and turned his face upwards so he could reach his mouth. Aemond’s wet tongue felt so good in his mouth, he had to moan once again, this time into Aemond’s mouth, making Aemond grunt loudly in response while still kissing him. 

They fell backwards together, landing on the bed, never once breaking their kiss. Aemond was a grunting mess, almost whimpering every time Aegon’s tongue swirled around his. Their clothes were hurting their skin at this point, and they needed to get them off NOW so that they could feel each other properly. Aemond used his Alpha strength to rip Aegon's clothes in one go, buttons and fabric flew everywhere. His breeches were the next victim, shredding to pieces as Aemond clawed at them. It felt amazing to be free of his clothes who had felt like a prison and Aegon mewled happily in response.

Aemond’s pheromones burned brighter at the noise and hurriedly threw away his own clothes. Aemond’s mouth dove into his scent glands, sucking eagerly while scraping his fangs against his skin. Aegon was absolutely crazed by the movement.

“My omega… your scent… It’s so fucking amazing”. Aemond whispered while exhaling deeply against Aegon’s scent. Aegon started to nod his head erratically and yelled out; “YES ALPHA, scent me please!”

Aemond grunted loudly in response, and reached down to align his huge Alpha cock with Aegon’s dripping wet hole. 

“Take me Alpha, breed me, your omega needs your seed” Aegon’s voice broke as he whispered it in Aemond’s ear. Tears of joy were rolling down his face, so fucking happy that his Alpha would finally fill the aching emptiness in his abdomen. Aemond pushed inside swiftly, making them both moan in sync as his hard and pulsing cock found Aegon’s warm, wet heat. Aemond thrust his cock into Aegon at a relentless pace almost immediately, giving Aegon no time to adjust to his size. 

Aegon wrapped his legs around Aemond’s legs and squeezed as tightly as he could, hoping that his Alpha wouldn’t be able to pull out of him. He needed to be fucked again and again, he needed his Alpha to pump him full of cum and put a baby inside him. 

Aemond gave a loud grunt and stilled, throwing his head back while squeezing his eye shut, and gave Aegon exactly what he wanted. Buckets and buckets of his Alpha’s seed spilled inside him, which made Aegon scream in joy and throw his own head back, spilling his own seed all over his stomach.

It didn’t stop there however, Aemond only needed a few moments of rest before growing big and hard inside of his omega again. As Aegon’s legs relaxed and let go of their hold of Aemond, he moved backwards so that he stood on his knees between Aegon’s legs. The loss of his Alpha inside him made Aegon whimper as the ache quickly returned. 

“Roll over.” It was a command, an Alpha command, and Aegon whimpered as he felt it take control of his body, he had to obey, he had to please his Alpha. He was now on all fours in front of him, ready to be mounted again. His heat sent out new waves of scent and slick, which made Aemond almost stagger. He pushed his cock into the whimpering omega once more with shaky hands, and proceeded to pound him even harder and quicker than before, snapping his hips against him while grunting loudly, driving needy moans out of Aegon. 

Aemond was gripping his hips so hard that his nails were digging into him, leaving nasty marks everywhere, the pain drove Aegon wild with need and he needed to feel more of it. It was then that Aemond moved his arm forward and grabbed Aegon’s hair, making his head shoot back. Aegon cried out to his Alpha in pleasure, making Aemond purr in response.

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Aegon had been fucked by many Alphas during his brief time as an Omega, perhaps countless of them, but not once had he experienced the feeling of being filled by one during a heat. But Aegon wasn’t only being filled by an Alpha right now, he was being filled by his Alpha . The one who made his heart ache, who made it burn with happiness, and pain. He never wanted to be filled by any other Alpha again, he never wanted to take a breath without Aemond, he never wanted to feel anyone else's scent enveloping him but his.

As he felt his Alpha’s knot slowly push inside his hole, making him completely full, Aegon cried out in pleasure and managed to whisper; “Alpha… Love you, mark me, make me yours” 

Aemond moaned as if in pain, and spilled his seed deep inside him, filling up his womb.

He then reached forward, and bit Aegon’s scent glands.

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The fallout had been huge. 

After his brother’s knot had disappeared, his mother, grandsire and ser Crsiton Cole had stormed inside, probably having scented Aegon’s heat and Aemond’s rut. Their mother had screamed when she saw them, and clawed at her own hair from frustration and panic. 

Ser Criston immediately jumped in to wrangle Aemond away from him, but his brother was so far gone into his rut that it had been a violent struggle, with Aegon crying and screaming while desperately trying to hold onto his Alpha. Their grandsire yelled out; “GUARDS!” in a harsh and gruff voice, and even more guards charged into the room, attempting to assist Criston. The guards dragged Aemond away from him, and Aegon’s secondary gender cried out in pain, begging his Alpha to come back to him, panicking at what the guards were doing to his precious mate. Aemond cried back, needing to get to his omega, and thrashed and struggled even more. He managed to rip at a guard’s throat, making blood spill out everywhere.

Soon half of the Red Keep was involved in trying to break Aemond away from him, and his Alpha had ultimately been overpowered when they managed to hold him down and force a strange liquid down his throat, knocking him out cold.

The last thing Aegon saw before being carried away to his chambers were ser Criston dragging Aemond away by the arms. 

Aegon spent the 5 days left of his heat alone in his chambers, just as he had done every other heat since he presented. This time the experience was twice as painful, as he was a newly marked omega, who felt like he needed his mate to continue breathing.

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Aegon now stood in front of the mirror, alone in his chambers, staring at his new mark. A flask of moon tea sat on his bedside table to his left, completely untouched.

When he woke up this morning, his heat was gone. His body was still useless however since it was weak and in much need of rest. He had fallen asleep once more, deciding to take a long nap, but had been rudely awakened when the measters entered his chambers. They left the flask of moon tea by his bedside table, and gently shook him awake. Aegon wanted their heads on a spike for disturbing his sleep, which he desperately needed since he barely got a wink of it during his heat. 

They had ignored him and urged him to drink the whole flask immediately in order stop the inevitable pregnancy from taking form. Aegon laughed them out of the room. He had no idea what he found so funny, perhaps it was the feeling of deja vu. This situation felt really similar to when he had first presented, where his mother had sent him moon tea as a preparatory action. This time however, it may have come too late, since Aegon had been mated and bred by his brother almost a week ago. He decided that he would wait before drinking the tea, as sudden maternal instincts were nagging at him, likely a result of his new bond.

He turned his head a bit to inspect the mark properly, as it had been placed at a slightly awkward angle. It was close to the back of his neck, but still slightly off to the side and closer to his ear than his shoulders. If he grew out his hair a bit more, then maybe he would be able to hide it, but Aegon didn’t want to hide it. He wanted everyone to see that he belonged to his brother, which he had done even before he had been bitten. 

He lightly traced a finger against the bruising, flinching as it made contact. There was dried blood everywhere, and Aegon had refused to enter the bath his servants had prepared for him earlier, as if it would wash away any trace of Aemond and his mark.

A single tear fell down his cheek from his red-rimmed eyes. But as it fell, Aegon broke into a huge, pained smile.

As he kept inspecting the large, red and angry mark, lovingly caressing it, missing the Alpha who had given it to him, his mother’s handmaiden knocked on his door. She told him that his mother needed to see him in the King’s chambers immediately, and at this Aegon broke out into huge maniacal laughter, visibly unsettling the poor handmaiden, he laughed for so long that his lungs began protesting, and he almost had to throw himself on the floor and roll around. 

Had his mother really told his father about this? How would she even know if he had understood her? How would he even respond? By wheezing and coughing to his death? He had probably forgotten who Aegon even was. He was still snickering at the ridiculousness of it all as he walked towards the King’s sanctuary.

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As soon as he neared his father’s chambers, he was hit by the brutal stink of decay. The King had borne that stink for as long as Aegon could remember, yet everyone had told him that he once possessed the scent of a proud Alpha. He flinched slightly, desperately trying to stop the scent from making him gag. 

His father, mother, grandsire and brother were all gathered inside the room. Aegon’s secondary gender reacted to Aemond, standing in front of Otto, he had to stop himself from purring, the mark on his neck stung him quickly as well at the sight of his Alpha. Oh, how he had missed his mate, not even the bleak circumstances could stop Aegon from chasing that intoxicating scent. 

However, his brother didn’t turn his head to even glance at Aegon as he entered, making Aegon a little bit frustrated. Here he was, beaming at the sight of his Alpha, while the object of his desire didn’t even give him a glimmer of attention?

His grandsire had been mid-sentence, but stopped himself as he saw Aegon sheepishly enter the room. Silence filled the room, and they all turned to stare at the spot where Aemond had bitten him. Well, everyone except Aemond. Aegon felt like almost flaunting the mark a little, to make them all see how their mother’s perfect darling boy had ruined him.

He walked up to his grandsire and stood next to his brother, who finally glanced at his neck, but only briefly. Aegon found no joy in it however, quite the opposite in fact, as Aemond tore his eyes away with disgust and clenched his jaw. He then continued to stare down at his shoes in shame.

His Alpha was disgusted by him, by the omega that he himself had knotted and claimed, not only was he disgusted, he was ashamed. Aegon felt his face become hot in embarrassment, and tears threatened to build up in his eyes and overflow.  His mark kept stinging and tingling as he stood so close to his brother making it really hard to focus on his environment.

Their mother sat by the King’s side, her eyes were squeezed shut, and she had never looked more exhausted. She helped their father rise, he looked as horrible as his scent of course, and  had to lean against his wife heavily as he was wheezing in pain. Aegon had to look away.

“A-aemond… my boy.. I heard you marked Aegon.. AGH- '' He moaned in pain and had to take a moment to breathe before continuing to speak.

“I can understand.. ugh-... the temptation of an omegas… an omega’s heat, but this is all.. this is-” He paused again, clutching at his sides. “Ugh… highly irregular.”

Before they had to suffer through more of the King’s painful attempt to speak in full sentences, their grandsire intervened.

“Indeed your Grace, Aemond is already engaged to be wed, as well as Aegon. There is no excuse for the shame they have brought to your house”. Their grandsire had his eye fixed on the both of them as he spoke, looking even more stern and cold than he usually did. Their father didn’t respond as he was in too much pain and probably didn’t even care about all this since it didn’t involve Rhaenyra. Their mother remained silent, her sad eyes fixed on nothing in particular.

“Your Grace, It has become very evident that Aegon never should have been allowed this much freedom. Sneaking around the castle without Ser Erryk, during a heat!?” His eyes snapped to Aegon as he spoke, raising his voice by the end of his sentence. It made Aegon feel small, like he was a small child again.

“H-Hush now Otto… Aegon is a young, inexperienced Omega… Hmh.. and spending one's heat alone must be… ARRGH… I-incredibly painful. We should probably be gra- grateful that it was… A-Aemond who bit him instead of someo-..”. His father was making him wince with every word he spoke, it sounded so forced and painful, but he was grateful that someone in this room seemed to have his back. His grandsire looked taken aback by the King’s statement.

“Your Grace, while I commend your empathy, Aegon will not be able to marry the Baratheon lad in this condition, his virtue has been destroyed-”

“So have Aegon marry A-Aemond… ugh.. in his stead.. a mark is stronger than any vow.. they each may have made to.. *hiss*.. their current betrothed.”

An even more uncomfortable silence fell on the room like a shockwave, and they all started to fidget. This time his mother was the one to break the silence. “Hush now my love, please, have some more milk of the poppy.”

While Aegon was incredibly uncomfortable by the atmosphere in the room, his secondary gender couldn’t help but send out waves of excitement at the prospect of being married to the Alpha who had bound him, which he was sure Aemond had scented, making it even more awkward. 

Nothing was said for a while, as they all waited for his father to drink up his pain-relief. Aegon used the moment to glance at Aemond, who looked completely unreadable, and his scent was unfamiliar to him as well. The king had to lay down again as he exclaimed that he was dizzy, which made alarm bells ring loudly in Aegon’s ears. There went his only real ally in this room. His grandsire used the moment to speak freely, directly to Aemond.

“Foolish boy, you may have ruined Aegon, but thankfully Aegon did not receive the same opportunity, an unmarked Alpha possesses the ability to bite multiple omegas. Your betrothal with Helaena will remain as long planned, but no more delays. When Helaenas next heat arrives, YOU WILL BE WED.”

His words broke Aegon. Literally. His mark started to produce excruciating pain, and he had no choice but to grab his neck in an attempt to soothe it, and he let out a small whimper which drew everyone's attention to him. Everyone's attention except his brother’s, who only clenched his jaw again and held his breath in response to the cries of the omega he had marked and ruined. 

“Oh, you imbecile, hush now.” His mother rushed to his side, and embraced him. Actually embraced HIM, and Aegon all but fell into her embrace.

It was then that Aemond spoke, only furthering Aegon’s torture.

“Of course grandsire, Helaena has always been my priority, it will be my honor to give her my mark.” Aemond sounded so confident as he spoke, and Aegon could not for the life of him understand how he could be so cruel. Why didn’t he fight for him? How could Helaena even be on his mind after what had transpired? Aegon was truly a moron, he should have known that Aemond would never truly be his, not after all these years of them merely tolerating each other.

“Aegon, your own engagement to Jorren Baratheon will have to be put on hold until Aemond and Helaena have marked each other, hopefully that wretched mark will fade once Aemond is bonded to another Omega. We cannot afford to lose the Baratheons.” As soon as his grandsire finished his sentence, he promptly stormed out of the room, muttering something to himself. Aemond followed suit, not once looking back at Aegon, who was still clutching hard to his mother’s skirts. 

She spoke to him with a shaky voice while hugging him, he was softly crying on her shoulder, messing her dress up. 

“I know this feels unfair Aegon, Aemond had no right to bind you to his will like this, but soon you will see that this is the best course of action. If Rhaenyra ever decides to threaten us, you will feel glad to be wed to the Baratheon boy, he will treat you fairly and protect you.”

Aegon wasn’t so sure. Death would surely feel better than this.

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As soon as Aegon was back in his chambers, his sorrow had turned into seething rage. He threw trinkets and even furniture against the walls, before screaming as loud as he could into his pillows. 

He then remembered the stupid moon tea that he had been so resistant to drinking, and tried to chug it down his throat in one go. He gagged at the horrible taste, and prayed to the gods that he hadn’t drunk it too late.

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The day he lost his eye, he decided that Aegon would be dead to him, since he was never by his side, and he was never there when he needed him. No one would ever see a drop of care for his brother ever again. Yet here he was, aching for him, wanting to hold Aegon in his arms.

Aemond punched the stone-wall in his chambers, hard, almost breaking every bone in his hand. He didn’t even notice the pain as he attempted to beat his hands bloody, in fact it was not enough. Nothing could numb the chaos inside his heart. Aemond had managed to keep his composure earlier, but the feeling of his omega’s overwhelming pain was torture to bear. Aemond had needed to get away from his wailing older brother, had to get away from his dumb, crude, absolutely wonderful and beautiful omega. 

He felt his eye water at the memory. This was ridiculous. He had not cried since he was 10 years of age. He is an Alpha; a strong, competent Alpha of royal blood and they do not weep. As much as he tried to stop it from happening, to try and pretend that he was fine, that he would be fine , the waterworks still started flowing, and he had to whimpered as he broke out in tears.

Aemond was weeping , hard. He cried so hard it became difficult to breathe. He clutched at his clothes where his heart sat, trying to calm his breaking heart so that he may get some air into his lungs. This was not how an Alpha was supposed to act! Gods, what has become of him, what had his sweet brother turned him into? 

There were thousands of thoughts swirling around his head as he leaned his bloodied hand against the wall, trying to give his body support, while the other hand was still grasping at his heart, trying to somehow mend it together. His head hung down as his tears fell onto the floor.

Aemond does not want to marry Helaena, and he is absolutely mortified at the prospect of Aegon marrying that Baratheon prick. But what he wants doesn’t matter, why could Aegon not see that!? 

He almost wished that Aegon could see past his walls, he wanted him to understand that he never wanted to hurt him like this, NEVER. But the damage had to be done, Aegon needed to find it in himself to stay away from Aemond, since their paths as Alpha and Omega were never meant to cross.

Helaena was the match that had been made for him even before he presented, it's all he's ever known, it's what he prided himself on when he was younger. He loved Helaena, he really did, but he loved her more as a sister rather than a lover, she had always been there for him during his childhood. He enjoyed when she kissed him or showed romantic affections towards him, but only because it made her and his mother happy, and he felt pride when the lords and ladies of the court witnessed it.

He knew he had indulged himself too much with Aegon. It should never have come to this point. He had meant to put a stop to their misguided arrangement long ago, but then Aegon had received that blasted letter containing a marriage proposal. As he held Aegon in his arms, furious about the nerve of the moronic Baratheon boy, he had looked down at the sweet, whimpering omega and thought; How could he ever let him be somebody else’s? And he had realized that his heart would crave his older brother until he died, which was not good as they could never be bonded to each other.

Being with Aegon made his soul sing, and his body ache with desire. But it had also been hells, the sneaking, the lies, having to distance himself from Helaena and watching her slip away from his grasp in return. 

At times he wanted to go to his mother and just come clean, beg her to let him wed his brother instead, or at least make her consider letting him marry them both, as Aegon the conqueror did long ago, one for duty, one for pleasure. But he had always stopped himself, his need for self-preservation was too strong, and his mother would never allow it anyways. It would only serve to make her question everything she knew about him, and perhaps she would start to think of him just as little as she did Aegon.

Aemond never had irregular or improper ruts, well recently he did, he hadn’t expected Aegon’s heat to start this early, and evidently it had triggered an early rut from him as well. Other than that it had always been just another one of his stupid excuses. Truth is, he had experienced every other rut in an almost perfect cycle.

Everytime he felt a rut approaching, he would smear his scent glands with strong suppressants that stopped others from being able to scent him as much, he not only used it for his ruts however, he had also used it the day Aegon met with the Baratheon prick, but it had run out by supper. Of course Aegon just had to choose that day to proudly exclaim to everyone how he had… how he had laid with the Baratheon and needed moon tea. It still hurt to think about.

The scent-supressants were as important to Aemond as moon tea was to Aegon. He had to use it. No one could know he had regular ruts. The thought of Helaena and her scent did nothing for his rut. It only made his cock limp with boredom and he couldn’t stomach knowing that he would imagine her to be his older brother to even get his cock hard, were they ever to lay together, she didn’t deserve that. All he could think about during his ruts was Aegon, no all he thought about all the time was Aegon, marking him, knotting him, tasting his heat, making him carry his pups. 

Aemond groaned, throwing his head back, this was the most horrible time possible for his cock to twitch, the amazing feeling of sinking his fangs into Aegon’s scent-glands still fresh in his mind and it only served to make his heart ache more, knowing that he would never be inside his brother again. He would never get to kiss his plump lips again, never get to hold him close again, never get to listen to him ramble about minor inconveniences while laying on his chest again. 

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Aemond had begun lusting after his brother a week or so before Aegon’s first heat. Aegon had just come home from an evening in some brothel, stinking of Alpha whores. He had been giddy with excitement while recounting it to their mother, likely in an attempt to get a rise out of her (it worked), and it had made Aemond feel… strange.  

At that point Aegon hadn’t presented yet, everyone was under the impression that he would be a beta, probably even Aegon himself. It made sense that he would fuck every gender under the sun before he presented, since he had always been a slut, but did he really have to flaunt it? Why would he always insist on being so insufferable, and inflict so much shame upon their house and poor mother?

He hated that he could scent those disgusting Alpha pheromones all over his older brother, and he had suddenly felt rage creep inside his veins.

He tried to reason that he was a newly presented Alpha and his secondary gender just wasn’t used to other Alpha’s pheromones yet, that’s why he was mad, not because he cared about his older brother or his antics. 

But that evening his rage turned into jealousy, and his jealousy turned into lust, he wanted to brutally murder every Alpha in King’s landing, he wanted every whore to pay for polluting his brother with their stench. 

And then he started to wonder what it would be like to have his brother under him, what it would feel like to be inside of him, to feel his scent on his tongue. It had made him hot inside, blood rushed quickly to his groin, and he had touched himself to thoughts of Aegon the entire night.

When he had received news from his mother that Aegon were to marry once his fifth heat came, almost two months ago, he had snapped, his secondary gender panicked, and in his fogged state-of-mind he foolishly pushed Aegon against the wall and made his first move. He had been a wreck the entire week afterwards, and his secondary gender decided that he at least needed to be inside of Aegon once before he was married off to that halfwit whom Aemond wanted to rip the head off of.

And now he’s here, leaning against his cold walls alone in his chambers, having marked his incredible, beautiful, utterly enchanting omega and yet he was sobbing, whimpering after his love.

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The days went by in a dull haze, by the end of each night Aemond took a moment to feel sorry for himself as the distance between him and the omega who carried his mark was hurting him badly. Aegon had been locked away in his chambers by their mother since their grandsire had suggested they’d strip him of his freedom. Aemond knew the decision was not only made to keep Aegon from shaming them any further, but to also keep him away from him.

He hated how Aegon made him feel so weak, he felt like a failure for biting him, because he had said that he would never do that to Aegon. He felt like his mother, grandsire, and even Helaena were watching his every move, so he had to appear strong, he had to appear like he truly didn’t care about Aegon, just as he had sworn the day Rhaenyra’s bastard took his eye from him.

He was now sitting by the dinner table, quietly eating his supper with his mother and sister. Helaena didn’t sit next to him any longer, she preferred sitting closer to their mother now, at the other side of the table. He glanced at her, who were obviously ignoring him, before shifting his gaze to Aegon’s empty seat, pangs of hurt spread in his heart, but he had mastered the ability of not showing his emotions in his face. He had been smearing his scent-suppressants on his scent-glands during the entire time that Aegon had been gone, so he was certain that they couldn’t feel how his bitter scent either. 

It was completely quiet in the dining room, until his mother sighed, he hated when she sighed, especially now, as he was always paranoid that her sighs were directed at him. He briefly wondered if this is what Aegon had felt all these years around her, walking around eggshells as to not upset her. 

He almost scoffed at the thought. Aegon out of all people were not afraid to hurt their precious mother.

“I have sent a servant to fetch Aegon, he rejected the offer when he received it yesterday, but I do hope he comes today, I feel as if… It’s finally time for him to join our meals once more, wouldn’t you agree?” She looked at both of them expectantly, but with exhaust in her eyes, the smile on her face had a certain sadness to it.

Helaena nodded meekly in response, not looking up from her untouched plate. Aemond knew he had to tread carefully here, he was incredibly eager for Aegon to join them, but he couldn’t appear as such. He chose to hum in response, and returned to his plate as if he couldn’t physically feel his pheromones moving around in excitement.

“Aemond, if you need to leave at any point, do not be afraid to do so. I understand that being close to the omega you marked might be difficult.” She put all the love she could muster into her voice, nodding at him as if agreeing with herself.

“No need to worry, mother. It is high time our brother joined us.” He sincerely hoped that his words hadn’t come off as eager.

Helaena rolled her eyes at his response, their mother didn’t seem to have noticed, but Aemond did, he didn’t react to it at all however.

He bounced his left leg under the table, he could physically feel Aegon moving closer and closer towards the dining room through his mark, sending spurts of electricity through Aemond’s body the closer he came. After a moment, which felt like forever, Ser Erryk who had become attached to Aegon’s hip opened the doors, and his omega finally stepped inside.

He reeked of wine, and Alpha whores. The same disgusting stink he had scented when Aegon had come to him a while back.

Aemond was absolutely baffled, and he was scared that everyone would see him desperately sniff the air in complete disbelief. Surely he was mistaken? Surely Aegon couldn’t have been with other Alphas during this time? Aegon couldn’t possibly have snuck past Ser Erryk and even if he’d managed it, a marked omega felt no attraction to any other Alpha than their mate, they couldn’t even scent them.

He subtly leaned forward and scented the air again, picking up the distinct smell of one- no two female Alphas, and one omega as well… also female. It was the same scents he had smelt when he had first realized he wanted Aegon, and the same scent his brother had been lathered in every other day since then. He hadn’t smelt it since they established their arrangement though, and he had almost forgotten how incredibly vile it was.

He also scented something else on Aegon, and the implication of it made him… he didn’t know. Aemond smelt…himself, or a small part of himself on Aegon, inside Aegon. Perhaps it was his mark? Or could it be… No perish the thought.

He felt Aegon’s scent react to him, and he could see a smug glint in his eyes. This was awful! NO, THIS WAS RIDICLOUS! How could Aegon possibly find the nerve to sneak off to OTHER ALPHAS!? HE WAS HIS! 

Aegon stared directly into his eye. He held his stare as Aegon sat himself down, not on his usual spot, but directly opposite Aemond. Aemond knew that Aegon could see right through him, no amount of suppressants could save him from the Omega bearing his mark. Aegon flared his scent, covered in alphas and masked the provocation by rolling his head, pretending to crack his neck.

Oooohhh Aemond would kill those whores, he would coat the streets of Kings Landing with their blood, with their screams, he would–

Aemond needed to calm himself. His mother must not see him weak, he is a prince, he needs to act like it. He took a deep breath, and moved his eye down towards Aegon’s mark, which was covered up in bandages, wrapping around his neck like his throat had been cut open. He then quickly averted his eyes from it, trying to focus on his meal.

“Aegon, I am pleased that you agreed to join us, welcome back son.” Their mother’s words sounded practiced and forced. It was uncomfortable.

Not nearly as uncomfortble as that fucking Alpha stink emitting from Aegon however.

“Whatever, Aemond pass me that bread will you.” Aegon turned his neck slightly sideways so that his mark would stretch and flare his scent even more as he reached out his hand to Aemond, motioning for the bread in front of him. Damn him. He was toying with him.

He didn’t hand Aegon anything, worried that their hands might make contact, and his arm would crumple at the touch. He could feel Aegon’s mark sending pulsing waves towards him, urging him to come closer, to dig his nose into his neck. He lightly pushed the bowl of bread towards his brother, not saying anything. He couldn’t stop his jaw from clenching on it’s own however.

Aegon purred as he received the bread. purred. In front of their mother. In front of Helaena.

Aemond was seething with fury, and arousal. He could not let his omega- No Aegon, go unpunished for this embarrassment.

Their mother awkwardly cleared her throat, only adding to the tension. “A-Aegon, I hope your days in your chambers has been easy on you, It must have been terribly dull, but you must understand, it was the best option for everyo-”

“Naah it wasn’t dull actually, I snook out all the time to the brothels, shame the mark Aemond gave me didn’t sate my appetite. Oh, and by the way sister, sorry for fucking your betrothed. He was just soooo eager to take me, and as a lowly Omega I just had to oblige. I’m sure you can understand.” 

Both Aemond and Alicent shot up from the table. Both had murder on their mind. Helaena stood up as well, and stormed out of the room, holding her hand to her mouth as if she was going to cry. Why did Aegon have to spew those vile words!? Why did he involve Helaena!? Hah.. to spite him, of course.

His mother immediately shouted at Aegon, seeing completely red; “AEGON!!! WHY for the sake of all things holy do you always find it in yourself to RUIN EVERYTHING!!” 

Aegon scoffed and let out a short, ugly laugh. “Hah, Me? It was just an apology, it was Aemond who did all the fucking and biting if I remember correctly, I’m the only one sitting here with a mark on my neck.”

Their mother clawed at her hair, squeezing her eyes shut, and tried to calm herself. She then exhaled a loud breath, opened her eyes and said; “You are a crude fool, and certainly no son of mine, you are not even half the omega Helaena is.” 

Before Aegon could respond with a crude remark, his satisfied scent not being deterred in the slightest by their mother’s harsh words, Aemond rushed to him and grabbed him by the arm. Aegon startled and fell off his chair, and was then dragged into the storage room by the dining room.

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He violently pushed Aegon against the shelves inside the small room, making Aegon wince in pain. At first he had held Aegon by the throat, but he had made contact with his mark, which made his hand burn. He had to quickly withdraw it and hold onto Aegon’s shoulders instead.

“Mother is right, you are half the Omega Helaena is. You are a whore, no wonder you can’t stop yourself from practically living with them.”

He tried not to whimper as he said it. He said it because he wanted a reaction, he wanted Aegon to hurt. He wanted to f eel Aegon hurt through the mark, as he knew it would send painful shockwaves towards him, just as it had done in the King’s Chambers.

But that hurt never came. Aegon was completely and utterly indifferent . He began to falter, he didn’t know what to do. Aemond had marked him! So why did Aegon’s scent remain unchanged, he was his omega, so why didn’t he care!?

Aegon opened his mouth as if to say something, but stopped himself. For a while Aegon just stared back at him in what looked like total disbelief. 

The silence and stillness between them made Aemond aware of their contact.

The longer Aegon remained silent, the more he lost himself in his presence. His blood slowly began to heat up with arousal. Gods, he had missed Aegon. Even as he was absolutely enraged with him, he still couldn’t help himself, and allowed himself to briefly focus on how Aegon’s closeness made him feel. His breathing became more strained, and his body became heavier by the second, wanting to pull him to the ground. It felt like time itself had stopped moving around them, and he desperately needed to kiss him, but he knew he couldn’t. Aegon’s face morphed into a large smile, and his eyes revealed a certain tenderness, the same tenderness he felt for Aegon.

Every inappropriate thought that were racing though his mind was promptly crushed to pieces, as Aegon finally decided to speak.

“Hah… Mariela was right about you.” He paused, shaking his head while staring into Aemond’s eye.

“I will never marry Jorren, and I will never have your baby. You will never see me again.” He was still smiling as he said it with complete indifference in his voice. 

Aegon then leaned in closely to his ear and whispered;

“You should probably look back at our time together as a misfortune accident, nothing truly disgusts me as much as you do right now.” He then backed away from Aemond, pausing slightly before calmly walking out of the storage room. 

Aemond once again clutched at his heart, and cried out in sorrow. 

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The hour was early, but the sun had yet to rise. Last night he had the meeting with his family in the King’s chambers, and he was now laying in his bed in complete darkness struggling to sleep. The moon tea had made him extremely nauseous, and his heartbreak didn’t help the situation. 

He groaned and pulled his hand to his mark in order to give it some comfort. It was stinging him, hurting him. He rubbed it lazily, as if it would soothe him in any way. To think that he had loved bearing the mark only yesterday, HA, of course his family wouldn’t let him be happy about something for more than a couple of hours. Now the mark only disturbed him, even though his secondary gender was completely enamored with it. 

Suddenly he heard quiet voices outside his doors, and a strange rustling sound. He startled immediately, sitting himself upright. A few terrifying moments went by. Maybe it was just Ser Erryk, he couldn’t tell, since he couldn’t really scent people that well anymore. Damn his stupid mark. But why would Ser Erryk be fiddling with his doors at this hour? He listened a little more, and it was definitely more than one voice.

“Who- Who’s out there!?” 

Another moment passed by, and the voices abruptly stopped. Great, was this some kind of assassin-thing? If so, they needed to hurry up and just kill him already. He was fine with the prospect of dying, but did they really have to be so creepy about it?

“I’m sorry Prince Aegon, The Queen has ordered your house arrest, you will not be let out of your chambers until she orders otherwise!” It was Ser Erryk who spoke, he sounded hesitant and stiff.

Aegon didn’t respond, he sat silent for a while, before breaking out into laughter.

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During the three first days of being confined to his chambers, Aegon did nothing but pace around, cry in his bed, spit on people from his balcony, and wank.

Jorren’s letters had dried up by now, probably having grown tired of Aegon not responding. The few letters he had sent were such a dull read that it threatened to put Aegon to sleep. They were clearly written out of some misplaced obligation to court his promised omega, likely ordered by his uncle. 

Gods, had his mother and grandsire gone mad? Did they truly believe that the Baratheons would ever come near him again, now that a big fat Alpha-bite was stuck on his neck. Sure, it would eventually scar, and the bond would be broken when Aemond and Helaena marked each other, but the scar would never fully disappear, and everyone would forever know that the eldest prince was used goods. Damn… What was it called? Biolog? Biogi? Whatever it was, it heavily favored Alphas, and Aegon hated how his body could be claimed and discarded so easily.

He hated it. He hated everything, and everyone. He hated Viserys for always being so useless. He hated Alicent for never wanting to be his mother. He hated Otto, who viewed Aegon’s entire existence as a pawn in some made up game. He hated Helaena for being so weak, for being an omega, for being everything Aegon wasn’t. He hated Daeron for being spared the suffocation of being held so firmly in his family’s grasp.

He fucking hated Aemond, for choosing Helaena, for choosing their mother. He hated him for holding him so tightly that night, when Aegon had become engaged to be wed. He hated him for making him feel like he couldn’t live without him. 

But above all else, Aegon hated himself, just as he always had done. Aemond would never have bitten him if he hadn't wandered towards his chambers, he should have known as soon as the signs started showing that he was in heat. 

He cursed his parents for ever bringing him into this world, for nothing he does will ever bring them satisfaction.

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On the fourth night of his confinement, he decided to finally sneak out. He hadn’t seen his whores since he and Aemond had established an arrangement, and he missed them. He couldn’t take another moment of crying by himself, he needed a distraction. 

He racked through his wardrobes searching for his cloak, and readied himself to leave. Did his mother seriously believe that some lock on his door and a Kingsguard would stop him? Surely she must know of the many escape tunnels attached to the royal chambers?

He removed the heavy bookcase gathering with dust, heaving it away with all his might, revealing a small hatch attached to the wall. He had to take a moment to catch his breath from all the heavy lifting before getting down on his knees, opening the hatch and crawling through.

Once he had made it out of the Red Keep, he breathed in the foul air surrounding this deplorable city which had never felt fresher, and made his way to the street of silks. 

As he went he passed by plenty of people who didn’t pay him any mind, likely scenting that he was claimed. He couldn’t really scent them either, he could only identify which secondary gender they possessed. When he finally reached his destination, he felt excitement burst at the prospect of finally having someone to talk to, even if they were whores.

Once inside he was greeted by the madame of the pleasure-house, who bitterly muttered that he’d have to wait in line, as all her whores were busy. He removed his hood without saying anything, smiling at her amused, and she jumped back in shock.

“Oh my, p-prince Aegon, I wasn’t sure if you would be visiting us again.”

He glanced around the brothel, eyes searching for his favorite whores and muttered; “How could I ever stay away”

The lewd noise around him did absolutely nothing for Aegon. Not even a twitch. There were no tedious scents around to make him feel lust either. The madame then asked him if he wanted the usual girls, or if he was looking for something new. 

“I’m here for company, not pleasure.” he laughed, pointing at his mark which laid bare before the world. “bring me the usual.”  She immediately snapped her fingers and shouted for his whores. 

They all sheepishly walked out of different rooms, Jaelyn (the Omega) seemed to have finished off someone moments before as seed was dripping down her chin. She shrieked as she saw him, exclaiming; “My Prince, you have finally returned to us! How splendid!” before dragging him by the hand into a private chamber, Ellena and Mariela being right behind them.

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He wasted no time crying into Jaelyn’s arms. They allowed him a moment to grieve, sharing confused glances with each other as he lay weeping against Jaelyn’s shoulders. Mariela moved her eyes to the blatant bitemark resting on his neck, and was the first to break the silence.

“My sweet prince, what is the matter? Has someone claimed you by force?” 

She sounded so genuinely concerned as she spoke, making Aegon sob even harder. It felt as if he had been the one forcing his brother to mark him. Aemond told him that he never wanted to do such a thing, and yet Aegon had been begging him to do it. Of course a rutting Alpha would be forced to do so, their minds telling them to breed.

He chuckled lightly through his tears, and then whispered a quiet “no” in response as Mariela stroked his hair. Another silence broke upon them, none of them wanted to disturb his weeping. Mariela moved her rough hands to caress his ear.

“Do you want us to tend to it, my prince?” She was alluding to his mark, and Aegon began wiping his tears and eagerly nodded.

“Sure, I’ll even throw in a big tip to everyone if you can make it disappear.”

Ellena and Mariela looked at each other and moved in sync, leaving momentarily to find something to wrap his neck in. They came back with bandages which were way too finely made to have ended up in a whorehouse. 

He retreated from Jaelyn’s arms and rolled over so that he was lying on his back on the hard bed. They all took turns in wrapping his neck, Aegon quietly sobbing as they went at it.

“There, now you are as handsome as ever my prince.” Ellena said, ending her sentence by kissing his cheek.

He raised himself and walked to look in the mirror. It was a bit disappointing not to be able to see his precious mark, but it also gave him some relief. Perhaps he could forget about its existence if he wasn’t able to see it everyday? 

He sighed before returning to the bed, laying himself down in Jaelyn’s soft lap. Aegon knew they were whores, he was only a patron of theirs who paid for their time, but he would at least like to think that he was their favorite patron. They didn’t have to do anything sexual with him, and he didn’t mind at all when Jaelyn and Ellena stole kisses from each other in his presence. He knew they were in some kind of a relationship, and with him they didn’t need to hide, as they would from the madame and the other patrons.

“Would you be pleased by some wine, my prince?”

Huh. Wine. When had he last had the pleasure of tasting it? 

“Bring me as many bottles as you can find” 

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He had been holed up in his chambers for 24 days. 24 fucking days. Almost an entire month. Every other night, he had snuck out to his whores, making them richer than a lannister in the process. 

On day 16, he had asked Mariela to fuck him, as her long blonde hair and hideous scar reminded him of his brother. He hated Aemond, but his body was craving him harder than ever. If he could just see him, even from afar, then maybe his body and mind would feel some contentment. But no, his mother had grounded like a child, preventing him from even catching a whiff of his brother. 

If he pretended that Mariela was Aemond, then maybe he could sate some of his hunger?

Mariela hadn’t looked too pleased by the request, since he was a marked omega, used goods. She attempted to enter him anyway, cautiously pushing her fingers into him. 

But then Aegon’s mark emitted scorching pain. It protested heavily, her scar was on the wrong side of her face, and the color of her hair was more akin to the sun rather than silver. 

He freaked out and pushed her off of him, the noise of her body falling onto the floor alerted the madame, who pulled her out of the room and scolded her for upsetting the prince. 

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On day 20, Jaelyn had grabbed his arm as soon as they had entered the private room and worriedly whispered;

“My prince, your body is different, you are developing scent glands in different places.”

He stared at her completely dumbfounded. He didn’t even know what she meant. Was this more bilogali stuff? Biogaly? Bio? Gods he would never be able to remember what it was called. 

Seeing his confusion, she sighed and moved to grab his hand, and guided it towards her stomach, making Aegon even more confused.

“My prince, many years ago I fell pregnant, and I developed scent glands in the same places you have.”

Uhmm… What? How was Aegon supposed to react to that, surely she didn’t mean he was…

“A-are you saying you believe I’m…”

Ellena, who was already sitting on the bed as they had entered, answered him in Jaelyn’s stead. “It is true, my prince. I can scent it on you. You are carrying a child.”

Aegon just stood there blinking for a moment, his head turning back and forth between Jaelyn and Ellena.

He then passed the fuck out.

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On day 23 a servant rudely banged on his door and said that the Queen wanted Aegon to join them for supper.

He immediately broke out into laughter, leaving the servant to awkwardly have to wait for him to stop outside his locked doors. Aegon then responded by shouting at her to fuck right off. Aegon had freaked out about his probable pregnancy for two days, and now he would have to deal with his mother too? Hells no, if she wanted him back so much she would have to drag him out herself.

He knew that his mother wouldn’t give up easily though. He would probably be pestered by her servants for days to come, and he knew he needed to face her, and his brother, soon enough anyway.

But how was he supposed to face Aemond NOW? With a babe in his belly?

He snuck out to his whores once again and allowed himself to cry in their company again. He hadn’t gotten a wink of rest the nights prior, how could he? He was carrying a bastard in his womb, and Aemond was the father. 

He had been dreading the prospect of having to birth someone’s pups even before he presented, and back then he had even imagined it to be during the best of circumstances. But this was the worst possible time, since Aemond would be married to Helaena ANY day now. 

At best, Aegon would be disowned and thrown to the streets if his mother found out. At worst he and his bastard would decorate spikes outside of the Red Keep, but Aemond would go untouched and forgiven by his mother, just as he always has. 

He had finally managed to go three days without his brother constantly being on his mind, and then Jaelyn and Ellena had ruined it by dropping this on him. He wished they hadn’t told him, he would have been more than happy to live in ignorant bliss. 

“My Prince, you mustn’t cry. There are ways to remove the pup from your womb.”

Jaelyn spoke softly, not wanting to upset him any further, it didn’t help of course. But he appreciated her attentiveness. 

“That’s right my prince, have some more wine, it will surely force your body to discard it.”

Oh, Aegon certainly didn’t need any persuasion to do just that. He motioned for Ellena to give him the goblet of wine she had been holding for him, and he drank it all in one swipe. She knew what to do, and immediately refilled it for him.

Mariela was quiet next to him, staring at him with concern. He was so incredibly thankful for them, he needed to pay for their company of course, but if he had fallen pregnant without them by his side, then he would have thrown himself from his balcony by now.

He knew Mariela wanted to speak, but she seemed to stop herself. Gods, she resembled Aemond so much, and she was sometimes just as unreadable as he was as well. His heart burned with affection for her at the thought, and he wanted her to speak her mind.

“What is Mariela? Speak freely.” he blurted out his words, making her startle slightly.

“My prince, surely you must want to speak to your Alph-... pardon me my prince, your brother about this.”

Ugh, Aemond would probably have his head quicker then his mother would if he were to know. 

“Yes, I want him to know, hells, I want him forget all thoughts of duty and just fucking take me, marry me, love me-” He had to stop himself, his mark was hurting him again, and he needed to calm himself if he didn’t want to break into hysterics. 

“I do not know your brother my prince, but I cannot imagine any Alpha in this world who wouldn’t sacrifice duty for the prospect of having his omega carry their pups.”

HAH, Aegon scoffed at her, but his mark only ached further. Aemond forsaking duty for Aegon’s sake? Perish the thought.

“You’re right, you don’t know my brother. He despises me, you should have scented him when he saw me after my heat had ended, my mark was pulsing like crazy, and his pheromones didn’t move one bit.” He paused before continuing, flinching at the memory.

“You don’t know how cruel he can be! He must know he’s hurting me, and does it anyway, all for the sake of duty, he bears complete indifference to my suffering.” He let out a whimper as he finished speaking, turning his head away, Ellena and Jaelyn rushed to comfort him, murmuring sweet nonsense in his ears.

“My prince, while I’ve never met an Alpha of your brother’s stature, I have known many Alphas . The indifference you speak of is a farce, likely caused by suppressants commonly found in highborn houses. There is no such thing as an Alpha indifferent to the omega he marked.” Aegon met her eyes again and held his breath, urging her to continue. 

“If you seek to hurt him, truly hurt him, then let us mask you with our scent, show him that your bond to him means nothing, for you are with child now and will have to deal with that with or without him.” She was looking deep into her eyes, and Aegon felt a surge of confidence as she spoke, for she was right. 

Jaelyn then decided to join the discussion with her expertise with omega-maternal-stuff.

“My prince, Mariela speaks the truth, and if you decide to confront him, please, allow yourself to only focus on the child in your belly, if your body perceives your brother as a threat to it, then perhaps your mark won’t yearn for him anymore.”

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It worked. But not in the way Jaelyn had suggested.

His brother had stared into his eyes and called him a whore, and Aegon felt nothing. No fear for his safety nor his child, because he recognized Aemond for what he was, a farce. Aemond’s scent had been suppressed with something, just as Mariela had said, because while his scent was neutral, his mannerisms were not. Aemond had crumbled before him in the dining room. 

When Aemond had stared into his eyes in that tiny room, he saw what Aemond was thinking clearly as day, he only wanted a reaction, just as Aegon had wanted when he had claimed that Jorren had fucked him. Gods, they were so alike in that way, how many more times would they try to provoke each other instead of just talking.

Aegon had walked away from Aemond. He didn’t actually want Aemond to never see him again, but he was just so tired of this back and forth between them. With time, the mark would fade. And until that time, Aegon would have Mariela, Jaelyn and Ellena by his side.

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Aemond was yet again pacing back and forth in his chambers. The fear swirling around his brain was threatening to choke him to death. He had been so hurt by Aegon’s words, and yet all he wanted to do was to find him, to beg him to stay, beg him to come back to him.

What had Aegon even meant? Would he truly leave? Fly off with Sunfyre to Essos? No, Aemond didn’t allow that, he would chase Aegon to the end of the world if he did.

Was Aegon carrying his pup?

The first day of Aegon being locked away in his room, the day his heat had ended, their mother had come to him and assured him that Aegon had drunk his moon tea, but now he was unsure. Aegon was undoubtedly carrying a part of him inside him, but it could just be remnants of his venom flowing through his veins. 

But then Aegon had said that he would never have his baby. Did he mean that he had wanted to but no longer did? Or did he really mean that he was pregnant?… Shivers ran down Aemond’s spine, and he had to pour himself some wine. 

Suddenly he heard a knock on his door. It was Helaena, and her scent was stronger than ever. She was nearing her heat. “Please, come inside sister.”

Helaena stepped inside, her eyes were red and puffy, and remnants of tears could be seen on her cheeks. Why was she here, surely she should be preparing a nest for her coming heat?

Where Aemond would have to join her.

He felt sick at the thought. Especially since Aegon could very well be carrying his child right now. Oh Aegon, sweet, stunning Aegon, the most beautiful creature he had ever laid his eyes upon. He could just imagine what their pups would look like, hopefully they would take after Aegon’s beauty and not his. 

How could he possibly ever love Helaena as much as he loved his elder brother? How could he ever want anyone else to carry his pups? His aching heart only hurt further, and he winced at the pain.

“Oh Aemond, for all your bravado, you always end up wearing your heart on your sleeve. Run towards the whistling before the ichor is sucked out dry.”

This might have been the first time Helaena had spoken to him in a week, and the first thing she says to him is complete gibberish. He does not have time to try and decode it, Aegon could be on his way to Essos right now for all he knows. He winced in pain once again, and he knew he needed to see him. He couldn’t bear the thought of never seeing his face or feeling his scent again.

“Speak plainly sister, I have little interest in your riddles. Your heat will arrive soon, you need to get ready.” He knew he sounded harsh, but he needed to make her go away, he couldn’t stand her scent, and it only reminded him of Aegon’s utterly incredible scent of heat, furthering his longing for him. It was torture.

She hesitated before speaking, and shifted her gaze to her shoes. “My heat is the reason I’m here.”

He didn’t know what she wanted him to say. All he knew is that he couldn’t imagine anything worse right now than him spending her heat with her. She truly didn’t deserve any of this. His mind drifted to Aegon once more, the omega he had chosen for himself, his omega, his love . The reality of Aegon leaving him was setting in harder and harder. He was starting to shake, and tears threatened to boil over. He needed to do something.

He had to let her go. He needed Aegon. He could not let him slip away. 

“I… I do not wish to marry you.” He spoke truthfully to her, perhaps for the first time in a year, and it was such a relief to finally say it to her after so long. Time stilled around them, and silence fell. He took a deep breath, and awaited her reaction.

“I know.” She whispered.

There was another silent moment between them, and Aemond had to hold his breath. She sighed and continued.

“That’s why I came here… I do not wish to marry you either, not anymore. Once my heat has fully started I want to be alone.”

Aemond let out a huge sigh of relief, he hoped she didn’t take offense to it.

“Please, answer me this, do you love Aegon?” She looked at him intently.

He sighed, and whispered; “....Yes, I do, he has my whole heart.”

She was silent for a moment, before smiling to herself. “How long have you and him been copulating?” He looked at her in shock, Gods did he really need to answer her? Of course he had to, she deserved to finally know. “Helaena.. I-”

“And please do not lie to me Aemond, as you did to mother, I know you locked yourself in your room for days because you were jealous over Aegon, your pride surrounding me had nothing to do with it. I also know that Aegon didn’t just wander by your room during his heat either, he wanted to see you.”

He was taken aback, and he felt like a fool. A cruel, miserable fool. What else could he tell her, other than what she wanted to hear? “We have been copulating since his fourth heat. It was me who started it, not him. I couldn’t bear the thought of him being married off to someone else-... Aegon used my jealousy against me, that’s why I had to lock myself up.”

Helaena nodded as he spoke and sighed in relief. “I’ve been wanting you to tell me that for so long.”

“I know, and I am sorry. I was never worthy of you” He whispered.

He knew this was goodbye, he felt it in his bones. It was high time he put a stop to all this lying and sneaking, and went to find his lover. Aegon was the only one for him, he was his entire soul. If he would lose his mother’s love or be the laughing stock of the realm, then so be it. His brother was the only thing he couldn’t live without, he couldn’t allow him to disappear.

As she opened his doors to leave, she turned her head and decided to speak once more before retreating to her chambers.

“I did love you, I still do, but I think I loved the idea of you more, you were the best alternative out of you and Aegon. I don’t care for Aegon, he is rude, a terrible older brother, and he finds pleasure in making me cry, but if you love him then that’s all that matters.”

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When Aegon made his way back to his chambers from the horrific supper, he took a quick detour and went to the kitchens. Servants shrieked and scurried away from him as they saw him, he couldn’t blame them, no one had seen him for a month, his mood had become foul and he looked like a corpse, with bandages firmly wrapped around his neck. 

They remained silent, cowering in the corner while he made a mess of every cupboard, searching for some sweet wine. Ser Erryk was agitated, and urged him to hurry up and return to his chambers at once, but Aegon needed to savor the moment of finally being able to move freely around the castle. His mother would probably lock him up forever after tonight though.

Ugh, he had felt pure adrenaline when he had managed to crawl under his family’s skin, especially Aemond’s, but now he just felt empty.

In a really, REALLY bad way. He wanted to at least hurt, or feel something other than melancholy. Hopefully the wine would help. Ser Erryk sighed in relief as Aegon turned on his heel and headed towards his chambers, wine in hand.

Aegon had no idea what to do now. He had no plan now, no clue on how to navigate his life (nothing new there). First things first though, he needed to get rid of the parasite in his belly. He flinched as he remembered it. While he knew there was no way it could remain, it also kind of stung to know that.

The turmoil in his head had such a duality to it, on one side, Prince Aegon wanted the parasite gone, he wanted to remove all traces of his brother from his body, it would spare him the hurt. On the other side however, Omega Aegon wanted to birth his precious pup, and protect it forever and ever, loving the feeling of carrying a small part of his alpha inside him.

What was the best solution? Should he just find something that would remove it? If he drank enough wine it would probably disappear. Or should he just fly away someplace, where no one would know his name, and give birth to the damn thing? Perhaps he could take his whores with him, Ellena had always spoken of how she had always wanted to ride a dragon, and see the great pyramids of Meereen. 

Or maybe he should… Should he kill himself?

Death didn’t scare him any longer. When he was younger he yearned for it, for the stranger to envelope him in his embrace, and finally take him away to see the seven hells. His mother had told him that the hells were filled with suffering and sin, she had meant to intimidate him of course, but all he had felt was deep curiosity. He had tried to hang himself a year later, but the rope had snapped, and as he fell to the floor he hurt his legs, and he hadn’t attempted it since.

Surely death would be better than watching Aemond get married to someone else, before his mother would find a way for Aegon to be married off himself.

He entered his chambers and opened the wine bottle, taking a big swig of it. He then walked out to the balcony and leant against the railings, staring out at the broad city before him. It was a quiet night, and the city was always so dark in the evenings. It was beautiful.

He moved his head over the railing to peak down at the ground. It would be a long fall, and it would likely be fatal. If he by some act of the Gods didn’t die, he would be a cripple, but he would at least be rid of the pup.

He can do it. It was the quickest, easiest solution to everything, not only to him but to his family. He would never have to feel the burden of duty again, he would never be shipped off to some Alpha, and he wouldn’t have to witness Aemond being happily married to someone else. 

So why was he so hesitant?

Did he really want to die? To be removed from this life entirely? To never feel that spark of love for his whores, or wine, or fucking again? To never see one of Aemond’s rare smiles ever again?

Perhaps he could just drink his wine, discard the pregnancy, and wait for the mark to fade. Then maybe everything would turn back to normal, and he could return to his days of whoring and drinking. 

He shook his head to himself, shut his eyes, and just breathed in the polluted air of Kings Landing one more time, before returning inside. He called for Ser Erryk to fetch him a servant. Erryk didn’t sound pleased, blathering about how he needed to remain by the door, so Aegon just shouted that all he needed to do was grab one who passed by. 

Soon he got what he wanted, as a young beta female sheepishly entered his chambers. The way she was trembling in his presence was so amusing to Aegon. She was likely scared that he would do something manic, or even violent, as he had done to many servants before.

He chuckled at the sight of her, “Prepare a bath for me.” 

“Y-Yes Prince Aegon, a-at once.” She scurried away and filled his tub with water, and Aegon rested his head against his pillow. He began to lazily rub his mark in small circles, but his bandages were preventing it from getting any relief, and he felt an itch underneath his skin. 

He tried to scratch underneath the cloth but it only made it worse. Damn, he couldn’t wait for the mark to scar, perhaps he wouldn't need to cover it up as much once it did.

“My prince, uhm… Your bath.. It is ready now, may I leave.?” She looked at him expectantly, and frightened, fiddling with her nail beds. The lamb would eat the dragon before Aegon met a servant in the Red Keep who wasn’t unsettled by him. 

Aegon liked that. He may be an Omega, but he was still a dragon .

He scoffed and waved his hand towards the door, motioning for her to leave. She muttered another “My Prince” before rushing out, leaving him be. He began to shed his clothes.

His breeches were now off, and he stood completely naked in his chambers, vulnerable before the world. Would it be possible to just… stab his womb or something? Could he be spared and the child lost? Likely not, considering how his father’s first wife had suffered. If Aegon were to give birth, would he be gutted like a pig just like she was? 

He sat down on his hands and knees and searched for his shiv, which he had hidden under his mattress long ago. He stared at it for a few seconds, playing with it in his hands, and graced his finger against the sharp blade, making a drop of blood spill. If he were to die tonight, he wouldn’t just throw himself off the balcony, he would make it hurt, he would make it beautiful , and romantic . Perhaps he should slit his wrist, while in the comfort of his bath? Enveloped in warm water before his blood leaked out of him and made him leave this world?

Just then, he heard Erryk speak to someone outside his doors. Had his mother come for him again? Was she going to burn his chambers to the ground while keeping him locked inside? 

His mark started tingling, and electricity shot through his limbs. Aemond was here. The voices developed into full on growling, and suddenly he heard a loud thud, followed by groaning. 

Aemond then suddenly kicked in his door, making him jump in fright.

His brother looked a mess, maybe even worse than Aegon did. His hair wasn’t tied back in his usual flawless Targaryen hairstyle, it instead draped loose on his shoulders, and he was beaming with unrest.

Aegon wanted to scream at him to leave him alone, to get away, but as they made eye contact, Aemond looked so… relieved to see him. It made him falter, this was not what he had been expecting, not after Aemond’s harsh words earlier, and not after Aegon had acted like a dickhead at supper, trying to hurt and rid himself of his brother. Aemond had still come for him. 

Gods, would he ever stop yearning for his stupid fucking Alpha? 

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Aemond had charged through the castle on his way to Aegon’s chambers. He didn’t care if his grandsire’s spies could see him, let them try and stop him, he would make their screams echo in the hallways. 

All he could think about was Aegon, he hoped he wasn’t too late. Aegon could be halfway to the old country by now for all he knew, and it was killing him. 

But then he suddenly felt waves of electricity surge inside him with every step he took, lighting his nerves on fire, making him warmer and less clear in the head the closer he came to Aegon’s chambers. He was still here! He had to be! Oh, the joy and relief he felt were threatening to swallow him whole.

When he reached Aegon’s chambers he was met with Aegon’s Kingsguard, standing by the doors like some dog guarding his master. He was pretty sure he had tried to kill the man, back when he first laid with his brother. If he didn’t move from his post, he might just actually finish the job this time.

“Prince Aemond, you are not allowed to enter Prince Aegon’s chambers, by the Queen’s orders! Please leave immediately.”

Aemond didn’t have time for this nonsense, Aegon was his, not mother’s. He would see him. Ser Erryk disagreed and bared his fangs in a threatening manner. Tsk.

The thought of another Alpha standing day and night outside his brother’s chambers disturbed him, made him angry, but this Alpha was pathetic, he was nothing, and no one could keep him away from his omega right now.

Just then, he felt another quick pang of electricity again, stronger than all the other ones. His brother must have noticed him through the mark. Yes, sweet omega, notice him, see him, your Alpha is coming for you.

They growled at each other for a moment, Aemond establishing that he was the stronger Alpha, he was larger, had more power, had more strength. He moved towards the door, and Erryk threw himself at him, trying to wrestle him down onto the floor, but Aemond was quicker, and received a surge of Alpha adrenaline which allowed him to throw the armor-clad knight over his shoulder.

Aemond began kicking him against the stomach, punishing him for trying to start a fight outside his omega’s chambers, Aegon could have come out and been hurt, he could have been frightened. This was unforgivable. Aemond would have Erryk’s head -

Aemond calmed significantly, halting his mission to kill the guardsman, as he felt his omega’s overwhelming scent take over his senses. It was so soothing, and sent sparks of excitement through his body. He needed to dig his nose into his neck, he needed to mark him everywhere , he needed to scream at him to never leave him. 

He noticed that the door was locked from the outside, which meant that Ser Erryk must have one of the keys. He moved to grab for it, but then he felt another scent in the air, and it hit him like a punch. It was that strange scent from earlier. It must be his pup, right? He had to be pregnant, the scent was way too familiar, but what if he wasn’t? He needed to know, he needed to get inside the room now .

His secondary gender took over, and instead of searching for the key, he decided that the fastest way inside would be to kick in the door. The adrenaline inside him assisted him, forcing the door open and almost making it fall off its hinges.

Before him stood his omega, naked in all his glory, and Gods, he was absolutely breathtaking . More importantly, he hadn’t left, he was still here! Aemond let out a long sigh in complete and utter relief, gazing lovingly at his omega. 

They stood there for a moment, Aegon made no attempt to cover up his naked body, which Aemond preferred, of course. At first, his omega appeared to be slightly frightened, or angry, but his face and scent soon became unreadable, as he met his eyes.

Their eyes wouldn't leave each other, it was as if an otherworldly force would punish them if they did.

Aemond suddenly became nervous, Blah, that was not Alpha like. He wanted to say something, but how would one break the ice in a moment like this? He wished he hadn’t used his suppressants, because then maybe his scent could tell Aegon what he wanted him to know. Now he needed to use his words, which made him feel vulnerable. 

“I thought you left”, He spoke softly, hoping that Aegon could hear all the affection he held for him in his voice. Aegon hesitated slightly before speaking, but his eyes never left him. It made his heart flutter with warmth.

“Heh.. it’s only been an hour since supper, have you ever known me to be swift?”

“Yes”

Aegon laughed in response, and it was so beautiful, and genuine. His heart was threatening to burst with joy. Gods he had missed his laugh, not the manic and unsettling one, but this one, where the best of Aegon shined through.

“I… I thought about it, but I have no idea where to go from here.”Aegon finally broke their eye-contact and looked down at the ground. As he moved his head, Aemond felt that disgusting scent again, the scent of other Alphas on him. He winced in pain, and tried to focus on anything else, looking around the room in panic. He then saw the fresh bath steaming with hot water deep inside the room.

“Aegon… I’m sorry I- were you about to bathe?”

Aegon looked up at him confused; “Uhm… Yes?” It seemed like he suddenly became aware of his state of undress, and crossed his arms over his body. “Could you please uhm.. Get in the tub? Your scent… You smell of Alphas, it unsettles and.. Hurts me. I’ve marked you after all.” He was pleading to him, he didn’t want to scent them on him anymore. Aegon didn’t say anything, just chuckled, and went past him to get in the tub.

He followed Aegon with his eye as he walked away, his gaze sliding down his body. He was so gorgeous, Aemond couldn’t help himself. He had to stop himself before he outright moaned at the sight, that would certainly not be Alpha-like. His body was pale and filled out, softer than his own, and he had curves akin to a woman. Aemond felt weak in the knees.

He moved closer to Aegon as he entered the tub, softly moaning at the warmth enveloping him. Aemond’s cock twitched aggressively at the sound, slowly beginning to fill out against his leg. Gods, Aegon probably had no idea what he was doing to him, or perhaps he did, he had always been more clever than people gave him credit for.

Aegon threw his head back, and Aemond’s eye moved to the ugly bandages covering his neck. He wanted to rip them off of him, he needed to see his mark, he was dying to see it. He moved closer to him so that he was standing right behind him, he then gave a light cough to catch Aegon’s attention, whose head rested against the edge of the tub with his eyes closed. 

“Brother, may I?” he nodded towards his neck, hoping he understood what he meant.

“What, get in the tub with me? I think we are a little old to be sharing baths again little brother, and how would you even fit, I can barely fit inside myself and I’m an ome-”

“May I remove your bandages dimwit?” Aemond scoffed, and he hoped that Aegon heard his amusement bleeding through his voice. “Oh” Aegon said, and broke out into a quiet laughter. “I mean go ahead, I guess… It's itching anyway.”

He knelt down so he stood on his knees behind Aegon’s head, and immediately went to unwrap it, slowly revealing his neck and scent-glands. Aegon sighed in relief, and sunk lower into the bath. He looked adorable. 

“...Brother? Why have you come here? After what we said to each other?” Aegon whispered, opened his eyes and looked back at Aemond. 

What should he answer? What would be sufficient? He was lost for a moment, before finally asking the first thing that came to his mind.

“Are… you with pup Aegon?” He held his breath as he waited for a response, going as far as to bite his tongue in anticipation. If Aegon was pregnant then it would cause all sorts of problems, but open so many doors. 

Aegon froze briefly, before sighing once more. “I- … Yes, yes I am.”

Aemond felt dizzy. Aegon had truly meant that he was pregnant then? Not just trying to spite him? More importantly, he was to become a… a father? They weren’t even married! But he supposed that that was Aemond’s own fault. His secondary gender was screaming with happiness, and he felt feelings he never have felt before.

“But don’t worry, I will get rid of it. You won’t have to worry about me or any bastards once you are wed to Helaena. I have… plans .” Aegon spat the sentence out, and Aemond felt a wave of hurt on Aegon’s scent. 

Aegon wanted to get rid of it? Their child? It made horrible feelings swirl around Aemond, and he had to grip at his heart again. He knew why Aegon didn’t want it, and he completely understood. Oh, what was he to say right now?

“I… You will have my support in whatever you decide to do…. But I- I won’t marry Helaena. I do not wish for it.” He knew he was trembling, and he knew that Aegon could see it. 

Aegon froze once again, and slowly turned his head to look at him. There was so much tension in the air, it almost made Aemond flinch.

“You… you won’t marry her?” He could see a glimmer of hope ignite in Aegon’s beautiful eyes, and his mark sent a pleasant pulse his way. His scent was regaining warmth, and Gods, it was amazing.

“She is not the omega I chose, you are. I-I love you Aegon, and I was a fool for treating you like I didn’t.” He was essentially whimpering his words, and the sentence turned out so much more horribly than he imagined. He had turned into that 10 year old boy he once was again. But Aegon’s scent only burnt brighter, and he let out a whimper as well.

“I want you to have our pup Aegon, but I know I cannot make you. Whatever you decide, know that I will never let someone else have you, and no one else will have me either. You made me realize that… that a world without you would be no world at all. I am so sorry for everything, Aegon.” Tears were welling up in his eye as he spoke, and the corners of Aegon’s mouth turned upwards.  

“But… What about my mother? You know she would never allow us to… to be together. She is far too prideful.” Aegon's face morphed into a scowl, and he broke eye-contact. Aemond pondered the thought, but he only came to the same conclusion.

“She will, I will make her, or perhaps father will. You’re everything to me Aegon, and I need you by my side.”

Aegon laughed at that, a bright and hearty laugh, pure joy emitting from his scent-glands.

“Hehehe… I'm still mad at you, but kiss me, you insufferable twat.”

Aemond happily obliged, he scooted to the side and turned Aegon’s soft face towards him, and kissed him hard . He sighed happily into the kiss, and Aegon did the same, moving his hands to clutch at his face. Time stopped between them as they kissed, just as it had done many times before, and his heart burned so bright with love for his brother.

As they broke their kiss to catch some air, they rested their foreheads against each other, and Aemond could do nothing more than to quietly whisper;

“Please… Marry me, Aegon.”

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He hadn’t answered Aemond when he asked him to marry him, he just squealed, slipped in the bath and almost drowned himself instead, Oops, ever the romantic. Aemond wanted him to have his pups, and while it was a little scary, his secondary gender was so overjoyed he felt like he would choke on his own words. 

He caught his breath after almost drowning, choking on the water he swallowed. “W-what”

“If you wish to have our pup we need to be wed. The child would be a bastard otherwise.” Aemond said it with a stone-cold expression, but his face was really red. It was kinda cute.

“Oh sure, you just want to marry me to save face, huh?” Aegon needed to tease him a little, how could he not, this was a perfect opportunity to make Aemond sweat.

“NO! I mean- I merely meant that-... Ugh, everyone will scent that you’re with child soon, but you are not married.” Aemond looked really frustrated, and his cheeks became even more red, Hah, good. 

“So it will be out of duty? The proper thing to do is to wed the omega you knocked up, so no one will question my virtue?”

“Shut up. I would be honored to marry you regardless. The pup in your womb just makes me want to do it sooner.”

Aegon became a bit stunned, as when he looked into his brother’s eye he found no lie. His heart started to flutter like crazy, and he almost slipped down in the bath and drowned again. It was Aemond’s turn to chuckle in amusement at him, likely smug for making Aegon falter.

“Shall I kiss you again brother?” Aemond had one of those rare closed-lipped smiles on his face, he looked absolutely beautiful. Aegon’s heart bled in affection for him, and he almost felt like forgiving every single mishap between them. He didn’t respond, just gave him a soft smile in return, and flared his mark. Aemond looked taken aback by the scent, pausing to scent it quickly before diving in.

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Aegon was purring like crazy, how could he not? He was so fucking turned on. 

It was really hard to remain upright in the bath, it was so slippery that he slid down a couple of times, almost dragging his brother with him. Aemond had muttered between kisses; “Stop squirming you idiot, you’re making it worse.” And Aegon had to break away from the kiss as he burst out laughing, annoying the hells out of Aemond.

He knew he shouldn’t let Aemond back into him, not this fast anyway, but he needed to, his heart was aching for him, he needed his alpha now . If he had known before that all he needed to do to make Aemond want him was threaten to leave, he would have done it a thousand times already. The pup in his womb probably helped a bit too.

He grabbed Aemond’s face with one hand, desperately guiding it towards his lips again, and Aemond groaned hungirly as their lips met. Aegon’s tongue slipped inside and the kiss grew really deep, really quick, and it felt so amazing. Gods it was so erotic, he had missed Aemond’s tongue, he had missed him . It has been so long since he last tasted him.

He felt like a fish splashing around in water as he desperately tried to reach deeper into his brother’s mouth, and he felt Aemond softly moan as their tongues danced around each other. He felt his mark flare up even more, so happy to have his Alpha right here, so close to him. 

Aemond whimpered into his mouth, and had to break away to scent him. He started to kiss his way down his neck, turned Aegon’s head and dug his mouth into the mark, kissing and sucking on it. It made Aegon moan and purr wildly, he was becoming crazy, and his secondary gender began to take over the reigns. Aemond growled into his neck, the sound vibrating against his skin, it felt so good, his body was beaming with joy and overwhelming arousal.

But then Aegon accidentally slid down the tub again, making them both groan in frustration, mad about their loss of contact. Aemond stood up and grabbed Aegon by the back and legs, lifting him out of the tub, becoming completely drenched in water by the action. Aegon squealed happily as he flew up in the air, but now he was cold as heck. He held onto Aemond tightly, trying to warm himself, only drenching Aemond further.

Aemond carried him over to the bed, gently laying him down. He then covered Aegon in blankets, and moved to get out of his soaking wet clothes while murmuring some curse words in the process. 

Aemond was then equally naked, cock half-hard and body flushed, Aegon couldn’t help himself but mewl at the sight. He expected him to…. like, go at it, bend him over or something, but Aemond just softly chuckled at Aegon’s expectant expression and slid down under the covers, laying himself next to him.

“You’re cold. Get some rest, I’ll fuck you later.”

Aegon wanted to protest, and he almost did, sitting himself up on his forearms slightly in annoyance, but Aemond gave him a glare that screamed “Obey”, and his secondary gender decided that pleasing his Alpha was far more important than getting his cock wet right now.

As they lay in the dark next to each other, trying to get some rest, Aegon slipped his hand into Aemond’s, and he gripped it back hard. The action made Aegon feel so loved in the weirdest way, Gods, would he ever feel this happy again?

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He woke up in the middle of the night to Aemond nibbling on his neck, right where the bite mark was. His brother's breathing was heavy and strained, he lay on top of Aegon and pressed his hard cock against Aegon's crotch. On top of that, aemond's scent was back, and it was so fucking heavy and intoxicating that Aegon’s secondary gender forced him to happily cry out in pleasure as the scent enveloped him.

Aemond whimpered as Aegon started to fidget, trying to feel more of Aemond's hard cock against him. Aegon himself was growing hard in mere seconds, chasing the feeling of his brother grinding against him. Sick slowly began to flow out of him, and the scent of it made Aemond let out a broken growl against his neck.

“Going to fuck you now.” Aemond whispered, his voice hoarse but stern. 

Aegon cried out in response, so eager, so empty. It almost felt as if he was in heat again, as Aemond’s scent made him see vivid colors moving all around him.

“Going to make you take my cock. All of it.” Aemond grabbed hold of his legs and spread them wide, making more slick rush out of him, flowing like a waterfall. Aegon was horny beyond description, his mark heaving with pleasure and his cock harder than it had ever been. He wondered if this is what it feels like to sleep with the alpha who marked you? Would it feel this good everytime they fucked from now on?

His brother reached down to his empty hole and pushed two fingers in, faltering a bit from the wetness of it, before smiling widely in delight. “You are so fucking wet for me my love, are you really this eager to have my cock inside of you?”

His brother was fucking his fingers in and out of him, which made it difficult for Aegon to respond since he was far to busy with screaming in pleasure. “Mmmhh, Y-yes Alpha, give it to me now!!”

Aemond chuckled, he grabbed a hold of his own cock and pumped it a few times before aligning it with Aegon’s quivering hole, he then began rubbing the head of his cock up and down against it in teasing movements. Aegon cried out, begging him to just fuck him already, begging for him to finally push into him and fill him up. Aemond reached forward and rested his chin against Aegon’s neck and deeply inhaled his scent before whispering; “Who am I my love?”

“Alpha… You’re my Alpha.” Aemond groaned and inhaled his scent once more, his breathing becoming more shaky and desperate by the second, he was still rubbing his cockhead against Aegon’s eager hole.

“Who.. who am I Alpha?” Aegon’s voice was completely broken, and he was almost hyperventilating as Aemond’s scent was threatening to swallow him whole, and he would be glad if it did. 

Aemond retreated slightly from his neck, and grabbed his jaw, turning his head towards him and forcing him to meet his eye. “You are mine . My omega, my heart.”

Aegon mewled in response, and a single tear fell down from his eyes. His heart and body filled with lust and pure, aching love . Love for his Alpha, love for his brother, love for the father of his future pup. He jerked forward and eagerly kissed him, to which his brother responded instantly, desperately deepening the kiss while squeezing his eye shut.

They started to desperately make out, all while their scents were trying to force each other to somehow get even closer. Aegon felt his brother slowly push his cock inside of him, and his slippery walls responded by sucking him in deeply, making them both moan and grunt into each other’s mouths. 

Aemond began with a slow, infuriating pace. Slowly pushing in before almost pulling all the way out. It was driving Aegon crazy, he wanted it so much harder, so much faster, but it was so intimate , Aegon didn’t know what to do with himself. 

They broke the kiss, and Aemond sped up the pace a little, snapping his hips faster and faster with each stroke, Aegon moaned so loudly he was afraid Aemond’s eardrums would burst. It felt so fucking good, he felt like he would come at any moment, each of his brother’s thrust pushing him closer and closer to the edge. “Augh.. Look at me my love.” It sounded sweet, but it was a command, an Alpha command, and Gods, it felt so good to obey. He met Aemond’s eye in an instant, and lost himself in how tender he looked. Aemond smiled at him, it was subtle, but so achingly beautiful and genuine, it made Aegon fall even more in love. They held their eye-contact as Aemond began thrusting his cock into him harder and harder, faster and faster. 

Aemond started slamming his cock into his body, and Aegon met every thrust with his hips, urging his Alpha to get even deeper inside him. Tears were freely flowing from his eyes now, and they were both flushed red with arousal and stimulation. Aemond moved his hands to roughly hold Aegon’s hips as he fucked him, and threw his head back in ecstasy. Aegon couldn’t hold it in anymore, and he felt lightning strike through his veins. He came hard, screaming in pleasure as his orgasm made his eyes roll back into his head.

“Mmhm.. Take my knot.” Aemond grunted out.

“Ahhh.. Yes Alpha! Fill me up, give me your knot!” Aegon screamed in response, locking Aemond inside him by snaking his legs around his waist.

Aemond growled loudly, and his knot started to slowly push inside Aegon’s hole, it hurt, but it hurt so good. Aegon let out a feral cry as the knot made its way deeper and deeper inside of him. It swelled up so much, and Aegon took a moment to just watch Aemond, who was lost in absolute pleasure, grinding his teeth and struggling to keep his eye open.

Aemond thrust one, two, three more times before growling once again, shooting his seed deep inside Aegon, filling him up with his cum. He grunted out Aegon’s name before freezing, chasing the pleasure of his own orgasm. He then let out a deep, satisfied breath before collapsing onto his omega. Aegon was trembling under him, trying to catch his own breath. 

Aemond moved his face to Aegon’s neck again, and lovingly nuzzled him. Aegon purred in response, so disgustingly happy he thought he would burst.

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Aegon had moved to lie on his brother's chest after the knot had slipped out. Now he was purring yet again while Aemond lazily stroked his hair. He glanced up at his brother, who looked so peaceful with his head resting against the headboard, eye closed. A question crept into Aegon’s head, and it made him uneasy, but he didn’t want to disturb his resting brother.

Suddenly Aemond stirred, and opened his eye to look at him in concern. Right, that damn mark must have altered his Alpha, grabbing his attention despite Aegon’s wishes.

“What’s on your mind brother?” Aemond sounded so sweet as he spoke, voice laced with worry, afraid that his omega would become distressed. 

“Aemond I-... You’re going to ask our mother to allow us to marry, right? What if she says no? Will you bow to her and ignore me again?” Ok, Aegon might have added that last part out of spite. He couldn’t help it, he was still a tiny bit resentful towards his brother.

“I’m not going to ask her. I’m going to tell her. I will marry you, no matter how much she objects. The only opinion I have any interest in is yours.” He looked Aegon directly in the eyes, which sent shivers through his spine, and he felt his mark flare a bit. 

“I truly am sorry for discarding you Aegon I- I wanted to hurt you, keep you away, I have never known anything other than what mother wishes for me.” He paused and took a breath before continuing, and his scent showed fear. Fear of what? Did he think that Aegon would become mad at him again? Gods, Aemond may be an accomplished Alpha by now, but he will always be that small, weak, and angsty boy he once was. 

“I was scared of.. change I suppose? I have never defied her before, and my feelings for you came so abruptly into my life. It was too easy to just keep going as I did before I marked you, until I realized that the prospect of losing you was worse than losing my mother.”

Aegon felt his heart fill with love and pity for his younger brother. Yes, Aemond had been a dickhead, but their mother had always had her claws in his younger brother just as much as she had in him. But unlike Aemond, Aegon had learned long ago that there was no reward in chasing their mother’s approval. 

“Hah… You are still an idiot.”

“Yes, and I’m sorry, I do not deserve you.” Aegon had expected him to bicker with him, but instead Aemond looked at him like a lost puppy. Oh, how could he not forgive him when he looked at him like that? He reached up and gave his younger brother a quick kiss on the lips.

“Yeah, yeah… I forgive you I guess.” He kissed him again, and Aemond’s scent started to burn with sweetness.

“I know I didn’t really give you a proper answer before… But I’ll marry you. I’ll fucking marry you, and I’ll have our damned pup if it pleases you, stupid Alpha.” 

Aemond froze for a moment, before breaking out into a smile, a real, big, dumb smile.

“I’ll waste my dying breath trying to make myself worthy of you, I promise you Aegon.” Aemond’s voice was trembling, and it made Aegon’s eyes threaten to fill up with tears.

“...I- Great! I mean, nice, or- Ugh, just fuck me again or something, will you?” Gods Aegon was so lame.

Aemond laughed at him before shifting their positions so that Aegon was sat on his lap. 

“I will take you up on that offer, my betrothed .”

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In the morning, Aemond had given Aegon another bath, as he was a sweaty, bruised mess from their lovers during the night. He had insisted on carrying him to the bath which led to more whining from Aegon, who teasingly asked him if he had an obsession with carrying him, as he could count on two hands how many times it had happened. Aemond had chuckled before muttering a nonchalant; "Yes".

There was a whole new energy between them, things were no longer tense and awkward, and Aegon struggled to feel any lingering resentment over everything that had happened, even if he wished this new found joy between them could have started from the beginning. 

It was truly hilarious to see Aemond bewilderedly running back and forth to fill the bath with water, not really knowing how to do it, as both of them have always had servants do such boring, mundane chores in the past. Aegon had asked why he didn't just summon a handmaiden and Aemond had stoically replied that he didn't want anyone else to see Aegon naked. Aegon had erupted with laughter, almost to the point of tears straining his eyes. He teased Aemond, saying that probably everyone in King's Landing had already seen him naked. Aemond frowned and didn't answer, and Aegon could feel his brother’s scent souring.

After Aemond finally solved the mystery of emptying and refilling a bath, Aegon let himself relax and be cared for by his alpha, who washed his hair, scrubbed his skin, and helped him clean out the semen that remained deep inside him. Aegon layed purring as his brother’s hands worked all around him. Aemond almost purred himself in response to his happy omega.

"You act more like a handmaiden rather than my Alpha" Aegon said, still unable to stop himself from teasing his cute little brother.

"You are my omega, and my job as your Alpha is to care for you and serve you." Aemond said nonchalantly, he wore his usual cold expression, but Aegon saw that a blush had begun to creep up the length of his neck. When did his haughty, angsty little brother become this cute? When Aegon got bored of bathing, Aemond once again carried him out of the bath, and Aegon thought that he could get used to this level of attention and doting. 

After Aemond had dried them off with a washrag, they dressed themselves, Aemond with his back to his brother. Aegon had seen his brother naked less than a few minutes ago, and now his brother wanted to hide his naked body while getting dressed ? He chuckled at his little brother and threw the wet washcloth at him. Aemond had sent an angry glare his way, but Aegon had just continued to chuckle, causing the annoyed Alpha to twitch the corners of his mouth into a small smile.

The mood had changed again by the time they were both ready for the day. They had both realized it was time to go to their mother, and both of their scents were soured by it. Aegon nervously began to suggest that they ride their dragons first, as he hadn't seen Sunfyre in over a month, but Aemond insisted that he needed their mother's blessing before they did anything else.

Aegon was scared, really scared, there were so many things that could go wrong, and he felt panic slowly creep into his mind. Aemond sensed it immediately, and ran to his omega's side, he hugged Aegon tightly and nuzzled his head, doing his best to produce calming pheromones to calm his vulnerable omega down. It helped a lot, and Aegon started purring in his Alpha's arms. This is going to be the hardest thing he's ever done, maybe harder than when he realized he was pregnant, but as Aemond held him tight, he thought that maybe everything would be okay if he had his Alpha by his side to protect him. Before they left Aegon’s chambers, Aemond moved his hand toward Aegon’s stomach and rested it there for a moment, looking deeply into his eyes. Aegon had rested his own hand on top of Aemond’s and gave it a slight squeeze, fondly smiling at his Alpha. To think that they would be parents? That Aemond would father his pup? He would never have imagined it in his youth.

Aemond escorted Aegon to their mother's chambers, and Aegon held his arm as if the floor would swallow him if he let go. Ser Erryk had been replaced by Ser Arryk, Aegon could of course not feel the difference in their scents as good since he was a marked omega, but he could still tell their minor mannerisms apart. Ser Arryk didn't dare say anything as they left together, just silently followed the pair as they went. 

It was strange to be seen with his brother like this. Servants, guards and lords and ladies of the court turned their eyes towards them and stared as they walked together, Aegon clutching at his brother’s arm. They could see them trying to scent Aegon, all the while Aemond’s scent reeked strongly of omega. The way Aegon walked with his arm hooked with Aemond's was anything but brotherly, however, most shocking of all for them was Aegon's obvious bite mark, which no one else had really seen as Aegon had been locked away since receiving it. Aegon noticed through his mark how his little brother struggled not to snarl at the people who stared, threatened by anyone who gazed a little too long at his pregnant omega. Aegon tried his best to send calming beams of pheromones to his Alpha while squeezing his arm in reassurance, and It seemed to work, as Aemond's scent became more muted, and he looked down at Aegon lovingly in thanks.

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Alicent sat in front of the fireplace as they entered, biting her nails and bouncing her foot on the ground. Her long, curly hair which was normally carefully combed and well groomed was now an unkempt mess, and the dark bags under her eyes made her look 10 years older and sleep deprived.

She snapped her eyes at Aemond as soon as he stepped in, Aegon cowered behind his brother’s strong back, almost hidden away. They had connected their hands before entering, and Aegon was squeezing his brother's warm hand so hard it was turning blue.

She got up from the chair and stepped forward, rage and frustration glimmering in her eyes. "Aemond, where have you been!? We've been looking everywhere for you- and if you say you've been flying your stupid dragon again I'll- Helaena is in heat, you need to head to her immediately and-… "

Alicent suddenly froze, and her expression transformed into one of pure shock when she saw Aegon, her mouth hanging open. It was quiet at first, uncomfortably quiet. Aemond said nothing, neither did Aegon, instead he hid further behind his Alpha’s back.

"Aemond... What..? What is he doing here?" She breathed out in terror, Aegon could barely hear her while she was talking.

"I will not take part in Helaena's heat. I have come to you to ask for your blessing, for I have marked Aegon and intend to marry him."

She snorted a short laugh, but there was no humor behind it. It was as if she thought this was a test, or a bad joke, as if Aemond would shout "I'm kidding", but it never came. Aemond looked her dead in the eye, his stone-cold expression conveying the seriousness of the situation.

Her face turned back to anger, and she whispered "…Ooh, you daft idiot." before running up to Aemond and slapping him hard across the face. Aemond barely reacted, but when she hit Aemond it felt as if Aegon had been hit too, and he whimpered in pain.

"WHY IN THE SEVEN HELLS DO YOU THINK I WOULD EVER GIVE MY BLESSING TO SOMETHING LIKE THAT? YOU'RE ALREADY BETROTHED AEMOND!! HOW HARD CAN IT BE FOR YOU TO UNDERSTAND THAT?!!"

Aemond remained silent, which seemed to anger their mother even more. Her eyes pleaded for him to look at her, but when he didn’t respond she cried out; “Oh gods… I forgave you, I know better than anyone what Aegon is, how he can be, when you did something as stupid as to bite him I rationalized it as even a good Alpha like you could be seduced by an unregulated omega, better men have not been able to resist their temptations…"

“Mother-... I have bedded Aegon many times before, his heat wasn’t the first time.”

She stopped herself as Aemond spoke, and looked back and forth between them, urging for any of them to continue. Tears were starting to build in her eyes. Her eyes were so sad, but soon she had a crooked smile on her face, like she truly thought that this was all a jest, or that she was dreaming.

"Hmh.. I see… Now I realize you're as much of a disgrace as your brother, why would you come here and say such foolish things otherwise? You're betrothed to Helaena, and it will remain that way, I couldn't care less about how long you two have sinned, or about some ugly mark." Her words had finality to it, and she turned her head and squeezed her eyes shut, crossing her arms.

“I will not marry Helaena. Aegon is the one who holds my heart, and my mark matters more to me, and to the law, than any vows I’ve made to my sister.” Aemond sounded confident and firm as he spoke, answering her with as much finality. However, Aegon could tell that his Alpha was in distress, as his hand only squeezed him harder and harder.

She let out another dry laugh, turning around and walking back to her chair. She sat down and buried her face in her palms, her shoulder heaving up and down as she attempted to calm herself. “Hah… No one has ever married for love, foolish boy.” She whispered, her head still resting in her hands.

There was another silence, and Aegon felt himself starting to shake slightly. He didn’t dare say a word, afraid that even the slightest noise would cause her to erupt once more. 

“Mother, please. If you do not allow us to marry out of love, then allow us to marry out of duty.” Aemond was pleading with her, his previous confidence fading as he watched her holding herself in pain and attempted comfort, his voice threatening to break. Aegon decided to take a step forward, and now stood hand in hand next to his brother. He felt Aemond’s scent calm slightly.

Their mother’s face shot up out of her hands, but she did not turn to look at them again, only eyeing them from the corner of her eyes as she held her head down. “HAH! DUTY!? How dare you speak of duty as if you haven’t dishonored your house, your brother, your betrothed, and ME- I..”

“I am with pup. Aemond’s pup.” Aegon finally decided to speak, moving his free hand to hold his stomach as he did, as if it would somehow comfort the pup in his belly, which hadn’t even started to really develop yet. The following silence was brutal. Aegon swore he could feel their mother’s eye twitch as he finished his short sentence. She turned her head back at them slowly, staring in disbelief at where Aegon was resting his hand. Aemond had his jaw tensed, and braced himself for more fury, he took a slight step in front of his pregnant omega, attempting to shield him from their mother’s burning gaze.

“Aemond… is this true? Is your brother speaking the truth? Tell me Aemond!” She sounded completely broken as she whispered her question, and tears started to freely move down her flushed cheeks.

“I-... Yes mother, Aegon is with pup. I impregnated him during his heat. My duty, as well as my greatest wish, is to honor him in marriage, and raise our pup together.”

“A-Aegon… how-... I-I had the measters deliver you moon tea! I am sure of it-”

“I… I did drink it, mother, but it was too late.” He was trembling by now, incredibly distressed by having to look his mother in the eyes as he spoke. 

“...I suppose it was bound to happen for you… You have always been a sinner, a harlot. If Aemond hadn’t made you with child, some lowborne would have done it in his stead.”

At that Aemond growled. Low and threatening. Their mother startled, and quickly moved her hand to her neck in self-comfort. 

“I-..” She started, visibly upset and taken aback by Aemond’s reaction. “I will have to have you examined by a measter, Aegon. Only then can I fully consider your requests.”

Aemond growled even louder, furious at the thought of anyone seeing his omega in such a humiliating way, spread out like a feast. He didn’t want anyone to come close to him or his pup. “ There will be no examination mother. I can scent my pup inside of him, he is pregnant. And you will let us wed. ”

She started to fully sob, frantically wiping her tears. The only noise in the room for a time was the sound of her weeping. 

“FINE. Have it your way, you will be wed, and as always, you will leave me to deal with the consequences, to clean up your mess. No doubt the Baratheons will be furious.”

Aegon couldn’t help but let out a huge sigh in relief, and tears started to flow from his eyes as well, Aemond was still tense, anticipating her to give them more terms.

“I will speak to the King and arrange a wedding. But it will not be a large affair, do not expect any feast in your honor, not after the embarrassment this inevitably will cause.” She spat out her words, full of spite and anger. “Now leave. Get out. You got what you wished for, so leave me be. I can’t stand the mere sight of you both.”

This time Aemond sighed in relief, and briefly looked towards his omega, giving him a small smile as he saw Aegon’s tears, telling him to cry no more, for it was done. Aemond then turned his head back to their mother and gave her a small nod. “Thank you mother.”

She scoffed in response, not looking at them. Aemond dragged Aegon by the hand out of her chambers.

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“I cannot believe how well that went!” Aegon said in giddy excitement, wiping away his tears as they once again entered Aegon’s chambers.

“If you believe that it went well my love, then you are a bigger fool than I imagined.” Aemond snorted, but Aegon could tell that he was pleased, his scent comforting and sweet.

They stilled for a moment, and Aemond broke into a smile, staring down at his elder brother like he was a precious gem. Aegon moved to embrace his younger brother, and Aemond did the same, holding him tightly in his arms and whispering sweet nothings. Aegon couldn’t even hear him, he was lost inside his brother's warm embrace, and he felt the tears threaten to well up again. Blasted. 

“My brother… you are half of me, my other half.” Aemond whispered it so sweetly, so tenderly, it made Aegon’s heart scream and shout with joy, with love. Aemond pushed him back slightly to look at him, eye glazed over and redness in his cheeks. It felt so strange to see his younger brother like this, clearly shaken from the encounter with their mother. Aemond started to whisper praises to him in high Valyrian, probably hoping that Aegon wouldn’t understand him clearly, since he had been out of practice for so long.

“Huh, is that what you tell the ladies at court? You whore.” Aegon said amused. Smirking at his younger brother, who looked taken aback.

“Shut up you twat. Before I fuck that smirk off you face.” Aemond grumbled. 

“You know I understand high Valyrian as well idiot? I am just as much of a Targaryen as you are.”

“Your pronunciation has always been atrocious my dear, one would not know if you speak high Valyrian or gibberish.”

Their words were playful, no resentment to be found. Aegon chuckled softly, not even bothering to argue against that statement, he much preferred speaking in the common tongue, why would he wish to speak in a language which only a handful of people could understand? He was far from bad at it though, just a little out of practice. He stood up on the soles of his feet, and leaned in to softly whisper in high valyrian; 

“Avy jorrāelan.  Kesan morghūljagon syt ao, kesan ānogrosa nehugon syt ao.  Mirre jaelan syt ao naejot gaomagon iksis naejot gūrogon nyke sir, jaelan ao iemnȳ nyke sīr quba. ” He leaned back and eagerly watched Aemond’s eye turn darker, lips curling into a smile. 

Aemond started to chuckle lightly, still with that dark look in his eye, and leaned forward himself, so close that he was almost kissing Aegon’s ear. ”Kesan mazverdagon jorrāelagon naejot ao lēkia. Mazeminna ao va mirre izula, kesan leghagon ao lēda ñuha nūmo.  Iksā ñuhon naejot qogralbar, sir se va moriot”

Aegon felt his face turn red, so much for his confidence, huh. Hearing Aemond say such filthy words to him in high valyrian was somehow so much hotter than the common tongue. Gods he wanted to have him so bad.

“Would you take me right now, my Alpha ?” Aegon whispered, his eyes half-lidded and scent burning with arousal, urging his Alpha to come closer.

“Hmm. Nothing would please me more, my sweet, precious omega .” 

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Aegon was a complete mess. He had been riding his brother’s cock for what felt like an hour, and he had never felt more alive. His brother were assisting him by pushing inside him at a rapid pace, grunting and whimpering under him each time he was buried to the hilt inside of Aegon. 

Aegon was wildly bouncing up and down his brother’s cock, moaning and practically screaming his brother’s name; he didn’t care if the whole castle could hear him, since Aemond was now his . Properly his . Aemond nibbled and lapped at his mark anytime he could, making tingling sensations threaten to burn Aegon alive. 

His arms were holding onto his younger brother’s back, clawing onto it like a feral street cat. Aemond kissed a trail up his neck, leading to his lips, as the pace slowed down. He hungirly kissed him, making Aegon desperately moan into their kiss. It was messy and Oh, so wonderful. It felt as if his brother was fucking his mouth as well as his hole, making him see stars. He braced himself as he would soon come undone, having been driven completely mad by the overstimulation. Aemond was nearing his end as well, his cock having been massaged and stroked at many different paces during their lovemaking. 

“Ughm!!... I.. Mmph! I want to bite you, Aemond!” Aegon moaned in between sloppy kisses.

“Soon my love, on our wedding day I will… Hmmph! Bite you ten folds, and you shall bite me in return.” Aemond whined, bracing himself for his orgasm.

Aegon was first however, shooting his seed onto both of their stomachs, making both of them wet and sticky. As he came, his inner muscles clenched hard around his brother’s huge, weeping cock, causing Aemond to still and tremble.

Aemond pushed upwards in a couple more shaking thrusts, before groaning loudly and spilling his seed inside his brother. As they came down from their high, they rested their foreheads together, Aegon firmly stuck in place on his brother’s knot. It felt as if they were breathing into each other, eyes closed and giving each other life.  “I love you so much it hurts brother, I want us to do this for the rest of our lives.” Aegon whined, voice filled with overwhelming emotion.

“I love you as well, my sweet brother, and we will, I swear it.”

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Aegon let out a gleeful shriek as Sunfyre carried him out of the Dragonpit. He was full of adrenaline, the air hitting his face hard as they flew higher and higher into the sky. Sunfyre let out a long, happy roar as he finally got to fly with his rider. They flew closer and closer to the clouds, and if Aegon wanted to, he could probably touch them.

Aegon was wearing the wedding dress that his mother had previously chosen for him, long and almost sage colored, but now embellished with pearls and intricate silver beading, arms red to symbolize blood. 

Aegon was the one who got to choose the groom this time. And the groom was not far behind them, Aegon could hear the deep, dark roars of Vhagar, and the heavy sound of her wings. He looked back quickly with a big smile, and a little lower down, a little further back, his younger brother and groom were sitting on the biggest dragon in the world.

Now, Vhagar may be the biggest and strongest of all the dragons, with the most experience, but Sunfyre was faster, and more obedient. Aegon was also a much better rider than his brother, although Aemond was too proud to admit it. When Aegon gave a command, Sunfyre obeyed immediately, and right now he wanted them to beat Aemond to their destination, which was the cliff where their family was already waiting.” ñuha rōvēgrie dyni daor fret, kosti pyghagon ñuha lēkia !”

He ordered Sunfyre to fly higher and faster, as his brother was closing in on them with Vhagar, “ Nyke sylutegon ērinnon ñuha rōvēgrie dyni !”

Aegon laughed wildly and freely as he soared through the sky, leaning in close to Sunfyre and taking in the view around him, his brother high on his heel. Aemond was soon directly under him, Aegon almost got scared that Vhagar’s enormous wings would hit them, but he knew that his Alpha would never purposefully endanger him nor their pup. Well, except for biting and breeding him in a castle filled with leeches, that is. Aegon kept laughing and looked down at his brother, who looked so very small on Vhagar’s back. Aemond looked up, right back at him, with his own smile on his lips. Aegon dramatically made a show of blowing a kiss to him, and Aemond laughed and shook his head in response.

As they were nearing the cliff, they could see their wedding guests standing around in a circle, eagerly waiting for them to land, and land they did, but not where they were waiting. They landed on the beach down by the cliffside. Aegon jumped off of Sunfyre and gave him a nice pat on the nose before practically sprinting to his brother, who was patiently climbing down Vhagar’s large back. Aegon threw himself on his brother, swinging his arms around the back of his neck, Aemond startled slightly, before chuckling and giving his needy older brother a warm embrace in turn. 

They pulled back slightly after a while and just smiled at each other, and Aegon never wanted to look away from his brother’s warm gaze. “You look absolutely radiant, brother.” Aemond said lovingly, pulling him closer, before kissing him hard. Aegon closed his eyes and sighed into the kiss, clinging onto his brother’s neck. As they pulled back, Aemond dug his nose into Aegon’s mark and began nibbling on it, almost grunting as he did it. “Hmm. Your scent is truly magnificent, ñuha jorrāelagon. Even more so with our pup inside you.” Aemond murmured with tenderness, “I cannot wait to be your husband.”

Aegon giggled a little, happy to be in his Alpha's arms like this, it hadn't really hit him that they would be married in less than half an hour, but he could hardly wait either. He'd been deathly afraid of marriage all his life, especially after he presented. Now here he was, overjoyed and so madly in love, and marriage felt like the best idea in the world. He wondered how he would have felt if it had been Jorren Baratheon standing before him right now, in a world where Aemond had never pushed him against the wall that time. Would Aemond already be married now? Would Helaena be the one to carry his child right now? Would Aegon swear to love Jorren forever, before weeping to himself, stuck in Storm’s end, destined to pump out pups raised to bear Baratheon colors?

He will never know, because his beloved and annoying little brother was standing before him, holding him close and lovingly telling him he couldn't wait to be his husband.

“Oh stop it you, before I fall to my knees and suck your cock. It would make us terribly late for our own wedding.” Aegon said and slapped his arm teasingly.

“Hmm. It is a tempting idea, my love. But I would much prefer to bed you once we have joined our blood.” Aemond hummed, letting go of Aegon and grabbing his hand instead, slowly beginning to lead them up the mountain.

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A few days after officially being betrothed to each other, Aegon and Aemond had gone to the King, their father, to personally ask him for his permission to marry, as is procedure when members of the royal family wish to wed. 

Aemond had stopped by the door, not wanting to go close to their rotting father, instead he stood silently watching as Aegon approached the King. Aegon knew that his brother loathed their father, a poor excuse for a King, for a father. Viserys shared the same secondary gender as his second son, which insulted Aemond, for he was nothing like his father, weak and horrible at leadership. However, a wedding without the King’s permission would hardly be recognized by the stuck up lords of the seven kingdoms, so here they were, Aegon awkwardly shuffling to his father’s bedside while Aemond stood by the door with his jaw clenched.

Aegon tried to get the King’s attention, but got absolutely nothing in response. He freaked out briefly at his father’s perfectly still body and had to check for a pulse. Touching his father’s gnarly neck felt disgusting, he could essentially feel the rot and decay through his fingertips and he felt like he needed a long bath after this meeting.

Their father suddenly stirred, and began with his usual wheezing. Aegon jumped back a bit and released the breath he had been holding, slightly shaken. His father had never liked him, once he grew out of that cute and small age, the novelty of having a son quickly wore off, and Aegon knew that. He had known it all his life, he would never mean that much to his father, so it felt a little insulting that he now had to sit here by his bedside, pleading to him to allow him happiness just because he wore a crown.

“Father? It’s me Aegon.”

“...Wha-” His father was struggling to keep his eye open and turn to him. Gods, Aegon wanted to be done with this as soon as possible. “Father, you need to give me and Aemond permission to wed.” He said quietly, trying to hold his father’s attention. The rotting king wheezed some more, before successfully turning his head towards his son. 

“You’re-.. you’re not already wed? But… Aemond marked you didn’t he?” His father grunted in confusion.

“No father. Aemond marked me but I was betrothed to Jorren Baratheon and Aemond to Helaena. But now we are free of our betrothals and wish to marry each other instead.”

“I must admit… my confusion, I thought the matter had been settled long ago… Agh!... the bond between a marked omega and their alpha-... is always prioritized by the law.” His father said, clutching at his face in pain. 

“I know father, but your wife and hand weren't too keen on the idea.” Aegon said bitterly, trying to not let his anger show. 

“Aah… how silly, of course you will be wed to your brother.” He paused before continuing, groaning and moaning in pain. When he had calmed himself down he continued. “I… Viserys Targaryen… Ugh- First of his name… King of the Andals, and the Rhoynar, and the First men… Lord of the seven kingdoms and protector of the realm-.. Argh- Hereby declare my blessing of the union between my two sons… Uhm..”

“It’s Aegon and Aemond, father.” He said, urging him to go on. Aegon could feel Aemond rolling his eyes behind him. 

“Yes… of course, my apologies, the milk of the poppy- I feel myself fading… I hereby declare my blessing of the union between my two sons, Aegon and Aemond Targaryen… Ugh- May their Marriage be fruitful and blessed with prosperity.”

“I… Thank you father.” Aegon said with a quiet voice. His father then grabbed his hand, which almost made Aegon shriek, hating the decrepit feeling of his skin on his. “...My boy… I am proud of you. I hope this marriage will give you happiness in the years to come…”

Aegon felt himself crumble at his father’s words. How long had he wanted to hear those words? He had accepted a while back that he would never get to hear them, for he had come out of the wrong woman's womb. He nodded to his father, not knowing what to say, and retreated to his betrothed, who held his arm out as Aegon approached him. Aemond couldn’t wait to get out of there, and essentially dragged Aegon away towards the dining room. They were to have their first supper with their family as betrothed, which meant that both their mother and Helaena would be there. Great.

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Tensions were immediately high as they entered the dining room. Helaena sat close to their mother, and Aegon sat himself down on his usual spot, with Aemond sitting himself down in the chair next to him. Helaena didn’t look up once from her plate, but she did whisper something odd and cryptic to herself as they sat down. Their mother, on the other hand, had her gaze fixed on them from the moment they arrived. She looked like her usual self, exhausted and fidgety that is. She sighed and looked away for a moment before breaking the uncomfortable silence.

“I trust that your father, the king, has granted you his permission to wed then?” She asked unenthusiastically. Aemond was the one to respond, “Yes mother. He officially declared his blessing and support of our betrothal.” Aemond sounded really tense as he spoke. Aegon knew that this whole ordeal was hard on him, he had always been close to their mother, and he was almost lost without her. Even now as they had blatantly humiliated her by getting engaged to each other, he knew that Aemond was still chasing for her affection.

She nodded to Aemond in response, feigning a small smile of approval, but the smile didn’t reach her eyes. Regardless of their mother’s feelings, Aegon was glad that she chose to be civil with them, but only because it spared his Alpha some grief. 

“Come, let us toast to your official engagement, may your marriage be prosperous and fruitful.”  She briefly glanced at Helaena with sad eyes as she spoke, who grabbed a hold of her own cup and finally moved her eyes towards them. Aemond held up his cup a little too eagerly, yearning for their mother’s approval.

They emptied their cups in silence, everyone waiting for each other to speak. Eventually Helaena moved to stand up and held out her cup once again. “I would like to bring a toast to my brothers, I am sure they will be very happy.” She said, and Aegon couldn’t tell if she was being sarcastic or genuine. Her previously muted scent had returned however, from what Aegon could tell anyway, so Aegon dared to hope on the latter. They toasted once more, and after a while they actually broke out into pleasant smalltalk. Helaena was telling everyone about the new insects to her disturbing collection, and their mother had pestered Aegon about his drinking, stating that he should have no more than two glasses of wine a day for the safety of the pup. In some ways, it felt like things had returned to how they were half a year ago, except that it was him and Aemond who were the lovebirds this time. Helaena didn’t seem overly bothered by it, even going as far as to lovingly chuckle when Aegon inevitably couldn’t keep his hands off of Aemond.

Their mother were slightly more irked by their display, which Aemond tried to keep at a minimum, but she was seemingly more concerned for Helaena’s sake rather than her own. When she saw that Helaena was fine, however, she allowed herself to sit back in her chair and release some of her tension.

After supper, Helaena approached Aegon. He was fully prepared for her to chew him out, even though he knew that wasn't really her thing. When she was upset with someone, she met them with silence. She still didn't look angry, though, and Aegon, even though he could barely smell other people's scents anymore, could still tell she was in a good mood.

Aemond got a little fidgety as she faced them, and she nodded her head for him to leave. "I would like to speak to only Aegon please. Alone."

Aemond looked a little surprised, but gave her a nod, he glanced quickly at Aegon before turning and leaving. Aegon had never felt more alone and vulnerable.

 "Are you scared? You needn't be. The geminis are singing as you sleep."

Aegon looked at her a little puzzled, his body language a little stressed. "Ummm... Okay? Is that a good thing or.."

"You look very healthy these days, the baby in your belly is doing you good…. I long to be an aunt you know."

"Ah, so you know about me being pregnant...?"

"Of course brother. The Geminis are singing as you sleep."

Aegon just shook his head in response, what was he even supposed to respond to that? At least it seemed like Helaena didn't carry any grudges, and he was happy about that. Aemond would have been miserable otherwise. "Uh, so... Helaena, there aren't any hard feelings between us, are there? Or, of course you're hurt by all the sneaking behind your back and all... but are you still angry?" Gods, that couldn't have come out any worse if he'd tried.

Helaena snorted a little, which scared the crap out of Aegon. "Heh, all you did was have a long secret affair with my betrothed, whom you knew I had feelings for… and then you rubbed it in my face over supper to settle a grudge."

Aegon wanted to jump off the balcony. Damn that's embarrassing, what's he going to say now? He knows it's true, but it sounds so much worse when she says it herself. "Look Helaena I'm-" He turned his body a little, if he was quick enough he might be able to run away and avoid this embarrassing confrontation. Before he could, Helaena opened her mouth to speak.

"I'm not mad at you Aegon. Not anymore. I'm happy to be free of a betrothal right now, mother even talked about having me wed to Maris Baratheon, since you won’t be marrying Jorren. She's an Alpha and she's very pretty..." She smiled as she talked, a sense of happiness emitting on her features. Aegon smiled in return, relief washing over him like warm water. Still, he couldn’t help but still feel bad for her, as she was now being used as a tool for Baratheon support in Aegon’s stead.

Well, better her than him. 

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2 weeks before their wedding, Aemond had come to Aegon's quarters to mess around with him, panting and beaming with arousal as he entered and threw him on the bed. Aemond went down on Aegon for most of the night, every time Aegon was close to finishing, Aemond would stop so that Aegon could enjoy it for longer and eventually have a stronger orgasm. Aegon had almost felt a little guilty not giving Aemond any pleasure himself but only being on the receiving end, but when he had looked down at his brother whose gaze screamed how much he loved giving his omega service, Aegon let himself sit back and properly enjoy the pleasure. When he finally had come undone, he returned the favor by giving his brother a handjob.

Once they were done, Aegon shakily walked to his balcony, and sighed deeply as he leaned on the railings. He felt Aemond’s spent and pleasurable scent creep up behind him, and he then whined happily as Aemond crept his arms around his waist from behind, and leaned against Aegon’s shoulder, nuzzling his mark. He let himself be lost in the moment for a while, loving his Alphas warmth and scent all around him. Suddenly a lone carriage driver down at the ground grabbed his attention.

“Hey Aemond, do you want to spit on him with me?”

“What.”

“The people on the ground, that wheelhouse carrier. Wanna spit on him?”

“Why would I- No.”

“Come on, it's so fun, they always think some bird shat on them.”

“No, I will not disgrace myself by doing something so childish.”

Childish huh? Aegon couldn’t help the petulant pout that appeared on his lips, angered that Aemond couldn’t see the beauty in messing with the peasants. They started to bicker with each other, Aegon threatened to jump off the balcony if he didn’t do it, and Aemond called him an idiot about four times. Aegon was losing the argument, and fast. He couldn’t allow his pride to suffer like that, so in the moment he spewed whatever would do the most hurt. “...Mariela would have done it if I asked.” Crap. He regretted it as soon as he said it.

“What, who-” Aemond let go of his waist and staggered backwards, hurt and anger written all over his face and scent as he figured out who Aegon was talking about. “Is that the name of your whore? Your Alpha whore?”

Shit, he was in for it now. Aegon remembered that he hadn’t really told Aemond about his days during his house arrest, beyond sneaking out to his whores. Aemond probably thought that he had fucked Mariela and the rest of them. “No- I mean yes, she is an alpha and a whore, but she is just a friend.”

“Hah… You visit brothels for friends ?” Aemond looked very hurt, and angry, which pained Aegon as well, his mark stinging him violently. Why couldn’t Aegon have just kept his big mouth shut? “YES! I snuck out to the brothel for mere company during my house arrest, it was really lonely…”

Aemond was silent for a moment, his scent turning unreadable. “Did you let her fuck you?”

Aegon looked at his brother puzzled, not quite knowing what to say. Sure, he had fucked his favorite whores many times before, but not once after he and Aemond started messing around. However, he had tried to fuck Mariela during his house arrest... But it didn't go further than a few half-hearted kisses, caresses and a little fingering. “NO, or I guess I tried to, I thought that you and I were done, you had said as much.” Was the best he could come up with. Aemond hummed in response, but it was a low, rumbling sound that Aegon didn’t like at all. “I used to fuck them sure, but not during the time we had our arrangement, and especially not after you marked me. Just… tried it, but it didn't work.”

“Didn’t work?” Aemond asked slowly and firmly, anger dripping off his words. It didn’t feel fair, Aegon had done good! There had been no need for him to be loyal to his brother beyond the mark, and Aegon still hadn’t fucked anyone else. “I mean- I tried to fuck Mariela, an Alpha, but I couldn’t, I only wanted you-”

Aemond whined and turned around, clutching at his throat. He was breathing heavily, in a seemingly painful way. This really wasn’t fair, Aemond had no right to look so hurt over nothing . “Aemond, she never entered me. I pushed her off.” He took a few steps forward and snaked his arms around Aemond’s waist, resting his cheek against his Alphas strong back.

“I thought we were over. You kind of rejected me, remember? I only wanted to fuck her because of her scar.”

“...Scar?” Aemond murmured, still sulking. Aegon chuckled a little, Aemond scent was getting a bit less sour, good. “She still has both of her eyes but she has a really big scar near her eye. If you squint your eyes really hard then she kind of looks like you, but with teats. I tried to pretend she was you but it didn’t work, so she never entered me. No one compares to you.” Aegon was making his own ears bleed by all this corniness, it seemed to work on Aemond though, who slowly straightened his posture and turned around, moving his hands to cradle Aegon’s face. 

“Hmm. You missed me that much?” Aemond whispered, the warmth from his hands against his cheeks and jaw made Aegon’s ears turn bright red, and the eye-contact didn’t help. Aegon only nodded lightly in response, not taking his eyes away from his brother’s.

“I’m sorry for my reaction brother. I know you had no reason to be faithful to my mark, not after how I hurt you, but I am grateful all the same. I can’t stand the thought of another Alpha on top of you like that.”

The sentiment warmed Aegon’s heart, he loved being praised by his Alpha, he purred in response, and nuzzled the hand caressing his cheek. “You’re too sensitive you know? I don’t want any other Alpha.” He enjoyed the moment between them for a few more seconds, before a thought abruptly entered his mind and threatened to ruin his mood. Aegon had remained loyal to his Alpha during their time together, both before and after he was marked, but what about Aemond? Of course he was aware of his and Helaena’s very public affections towards each other, which included kissing and the like, but what about behind closed doors? Had he bedded Helaena? Had they ever… fooled around? The thought snuck inside his brain like an intruder, and it threatened to make him puke. Images of his betrothed with their sister flooded his mind, and he felt panic rising in his chest. He briefly wondered if this was how Helaena had felt when she first found them out.

“Are you alright my love? What is it?” Aemond asked, trying to regain Aegon’s attention. 

“Aemond did you ever… have you fucked Helaena before? Did you ever mess around with her during your time with me?” Aegon trembled as he asked, and was not entirely sure if he wanted an answer. To his surprise, Aemond chuckled before answering him; “Hmm. No my love, never. I had no desire to sully her virtue, and you were always the one I lusted after.”

Aegon let out a long, relieved sigh, and broke into a content smile. “Oh? So you’re fine with sullying my virtue then?” He asked amusedly, to which Aemond laughed and responded; “Brother, you lost your virtue before any of us could even walk. But yes, I cannot resist you.” Aemond said the last part darkly, with desire laced through. Aegon purred and felt his blood shoot downwards to his groin. Aemond, ever the mind reader, lifted Aegon up and sat him on the railing. It was scary, one wrong move and he would fall backwards and break his neck as he hit the ground. He threw his arms around Aemond’s neck and clung to him harshly, as Aemond stepped in between his open legs. 

Aegon couldn’t help himself. He had to say it. “Are you going to… Rail me on the railing ?” Gods he hated himself.

Aemond gave an exhausted sigh in response, before leaning in and sultry whispered in his ear. “Yes, and after I have spent my seed inside of you I’m going to throw you off this balcony for being such an annoyance.”

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1 week and four days before their wedding, Aegon had received a seething letter from Jorren Baratheon, degrading him in every possible way he could. The letter had heavily implied that Jorren thought of Aegon as nothing but a whore, unworthy of his stature as prince. Well, he hadn’t outright written it down in words, as no house would truly want to declare themselves as an enemy to the crown, but Aegon wasn’t dumb. He could practically feel the spite the letter was laced with. 

His mother had of course read it before him, and had personally delivered it to his room, not even caring that Aegon was laying half-naked in Aemonds arms. His brother had of course startled and moved to cover himself, but their mother outright ignored him, and said nothing to either of them before handing Aegon the letter.

“I hope you’re pleased now.” She spat before leaving. And please him it did, it was hilarious in fact. He couldn’t stop his laughter from spilling out in manic waves after each sentence he read. Aemond looked completely baffled by Aegon’s reaction, looking incredibly curious to see the contents of the page. “Heheh.. Jorren says he has ‘realized that the actions of our first-meeting was unbecoming of an Omega of my stature’ HAHAHA!” He told Aemond through his laughter, hoping to sate some of his curiosity. Aemond’s scent only soured, and Aegon assumed that his meeting with Jorren was a sensitive topic for his brother. “He says that he is disappointed that I would pass up a ‘fruitful and honorable match’ for my own kin.” 

“Hmm. Let me read it.” Said Aemond while extending his hand, his expression was unreadable, but his scent was sour with a tinge of possessiveness. Aegon couldn’t help but feel a bit delighted by Aemond’s jealousy regarding Jorren. It made him feel like some prize, and Aegon who was used to being the bane of everyone's existence was more than happy to possess that role. He handed Aemond the letter, his laughter fading, but a big smirk remained on his lips. Aemond skimmed through the letter, his eyes turning darker with anger the longer he read. He let out a dry, humorless chuckle when he was finished.

“...The Baratheons will burn for this insult.” Aemond said, although his demeanor showed his usual restraint, his voice was low and threatening. His scent turned into burning fury, and he stood up from his seat on the bed.

“Aemond stop it, it's just funny, and pathetic.” Aegon said, and flared his calming pheromones at his brother, hoping to make him see the hilarity of it. Aemond calmed down some, but was still clearly angry. 

“It is not amusing, Aegon. He is calling you a whore , it is an insult towards you and our entire house-” 

“I was a whore. You’ve said it yourself.” Aegon interrupted his brother, and Aemond went quiet, shame flaring in his scent. “Yes, and I am sorry, I deeply regret it.” Aemond finally said, sighing and sitting himself down again.

“Yes, yes I know. Come here.” Aegon said and opened his arms, Aemond flew right into them, squeezing Aegon hard in their embrace.

“You shouldn’t care about Jorren alright? The Baratheons are nothing compared to us, and he is just mad he’ll never have someone suck his cock the way I did again.” Aegon said humorously, and Aemond did a low growl in response, not too keen on thinking about his omega with another man. 

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There was a small gathering where they stood, consisting of their immediate family as well as some honorary members of the court. The wind was blowing harshly on top of the cliff, the guests perfectly groomed hair being ruined in the process. It was also quite a cold day, some of the very few guests were blatantly shivering in the cold breeze.

Their mother didn’t want to be humiliated further by making a big deal out of their wedding, as it would probably have been viewed as an insult towards the Baratheons and all their bannermen, ruining any match between Helaena and Maris. That’s why they would be wed according to old Valyrian customs.

Aegon and Aemond didn’t care about any of that. All that mattered right now was each other.

Aegon wore a traditional Targaryen wedding-headpiece, his neck and shoulders exposed for the biting ceremony. As the officiant spoke, they cut one another’s lips using a sharp dragonglass blade, and marked each other’s temples with blood. Aemond lifted the palm of Aegon’s hand, kissing it briefly before dragging his knife across it, letting fresh blood flow down Aegon’s arm and spill on his dress. Aemond then cuts his own palm, and takes Aegon’s wounded hand in his and lets their blood mix together. The officiant signaled for Aegon to present his neck for Aemond, and he became a bit embarrassed, as he was already marked. He meekly turned his head and showed his damaged scent glands to his brother, who didn’t seem faced at all by the moment being “ruined” by the presence of the previous bite. 

Aemond leaned in closely, scenting at the mark. He placed a few gentle kisses under his ear and on the mark, sending shivers down Aegon’s body. He whined a bit as he felt the kisses, and bit his tongue in anticipation. 

Aemond slowly sunk his teeth into Aegon’s flesh once more, and all the feelings he had felt last time came rushing back. It hurt more than he remembered, the hazy fog of heat not being present to distract him this time. He yelped in pain, but Aemond stayed put, panting harshly against his neck, and moving his free hand to hold onto Aegon’s arm. It was aching so much, and blood flowed freely down his neck, further ruining his dress, but it also felt good . Really good . His eyes rolled back into his head, and his pained whelps turned into a happy moan.

Aemond looked like a mess as he pulled back. His entire face was flushed, and his mouth and chin were dripping with blood. His pupils were fully dilated, and his breathing was heavy and strained. Aemond pulled his collar loose, and turned his neck, showing off his own scent glands. Aegon looked at the officiant, who signaled him to go ahead and bite Aemond back. He did so eagerly, squeezing Aemond’s bloodied hand harshly as he stood up on the soles of his feet and aligned his small fangs with Aemond’s neck. He hesitated slightly before biting, a little scared as to what it would feel like. He nipped slightly at his brother’s warm neck, before quickly biting through.

As soon as he sunk his teeth into him, his muscles started cramping, and he felt a loud ringing in his head, threatening to make Aegon’s temples explode.

He also felt pure and utter ecstasy . 

It felt like everything around him moved faster. It felt as if he could hear the wings of a fly. His heart was beating hard and quick, almost hurting in his chest as he drank Aemond’s blood and scent as if it were the finest of wines. Aemond gave his hand a tiny squeeze, signaling him to stop, but Aegon didn’t want to pull away. It felt as if he needed to bathe in Aemond’s flowing scent so he could sate his and their pups' hunger.

It took all of his strength to pull back. He heard that biting felt ten times stronger for Alphas’, he couldn’t imagine how Aemond was able to restrain himself. His Alpha helped him stand up straighter, and then cradled both of his hands in his. 

“one flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever” They said in shaky unison at the officiant’s command, staring deeply into each other’s eyes. 

Aemond then leaned down, and as their lips met, Aegon thought he would pass out. His soul was filled with happiness, he almost wanted to scream and laugh. The kiss was long, passionate and bloody. Aegon loved the slight burn from the cut on their lips, and he loved the taste of iron on his tongue.

“You are now mated before the old Gods and the new, may your union be prosperous and fruitful.”

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Turns out their mother couldn’t help herself, and had arranged a small wedding feast in their honor, despite her previous declaration. After they had cleaned up all the blood, they were both wrapped in bandages and sent to the throneroom for the feast. There were only three tables present, the only people attending were the closest houses to King’s Landing and those who wished to be in the good graces of the Hightowers and the royal family. Aegon felt suffocated as he sat by a table facing the room, on display for everyone to stare at his bloody bandages. He was itching for wine, but his cup was filled with something more akin to fruit juice, since he needed to protect his pup. He sighed in frustration, he was newly wed, he wanted to be with his new husband alone. Preferably getting on with the bedding-ceremony.

He looked over to his mate, who was sitting right beside him, pushing around his food on his plate, looking over the room. His face was unreadable, but Aegon could sense that his frustrations were somewhat shared by his new husband. He knew however that Aemond also was a bit pleased that their mother had put an effort into arranging this event for them, as it perhaps gave him some hope that their mother had begun to come around to the whole idea of them being wed.

Now that they were mated it felt like Aemond was almost physically attached to Aegon, as he could feel his own scent mixed with Aemond’s when he scented his husband. His heart fluttered as he caught more of his husband’s scent, he loved it, they were no longer separate beings, they were one flesh, one heart, one soul. 

“Quit squirming my love. Everyone is watching.” Aemond muttered as Aegon leaned in closer to scent him even more. Aegon was a tad bit embarrassed that he had been caught, and leaned back in his chair with a sigh.

“Isn’t this driving you insane? I want to bury my face in your mark and fuck you already, not sit here and watch a bunch of nobles get drunk. How long is this sham of a feast going to last anyway?” Aegon was pleading with his eyes as he spoke to Aemond, who scoffed at his words. 

“Mother has been incredibly generous by arranging this celebration of our marriage. You should try to enjoy it.” 

“....Aemond, stop with the posturing. I can tell you’re hiding your hard-on under the table. You are just as worked up as me.”

Aemond visibly startled at this very accurate observation, he coughed and tried to disguise his blushing by chugging down his wine in one swoop. Aegon couldn’t help himself and loudly chuckled at his flustered husband.

A bunch of try-hard nobles started proposing toasts for the newly-weds, one by one. They were likely hoping they would gain some approval from the Queen. Aegon glanced briefly at his mother, who sat at the very end of their table. She kept on a mask of pleasantry as she nodded at the nobles toasting and cheering, but Aegon could tell that she hated every second of it, likely wanting this feast to be done with just as much as he did. 

As the feast went on, Aegon only became more and more agitated. Their marks were constantly sending small pulses towards each other, making it very difficult to concentrate. He tried his best to hide his displeasure for the sake of his husband, but the longer it went on the more difficult it became. Aemond soon didn’t appear any better, frequently catching himself leaning in too close to Aegon in order to scent him. Aegon snickered as he watched his mate slowly crumble next to him, all that posturing and bravado slowly going out the window. Aemond even started rubbing his thigh under the table at one point, and as he realized it he tore his hand away as if he had been burned. It only furthered Aegon’s frustration, who whimpered at the loss of contact. Their shared state of agitation didn’t go unnoticed by the Queen, who caught Aemond’s gaze and motioned with her head for them to leave. Aegon felt the weight of a dragon lift from his shoulders as he saw it, and let out a sigh in relief. His husband took his hand in his and they slowly made their way out of the room, the nobles drowning in their cups none the wiser of their departure.

Aegon giggled a little as he was led away, “You’re eager for the wedding night then?” He asked playfully. “Yes idiot. Let us consummate our new marriage.”, Aemond teased him back, but the longing dripped off his words. 

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Aemond felt his mate cling to him like a leech devouring his blood as they were now finally alone in his chambers. They both ripped each other's bandages off and Aemond let out a strained growl as Aegon pressed his body even closer to his. He felt absolutely crazed by Aegon’s scent, it was intoxicating, twenty times stronger than it was yesterday. It made his head spin, made his vision blur, made his cock throb angrily in his breeches. He shakily grabbed Aegon’s hand and moved it to his groin, desperate to feel some friction from his hand, but also to make Aegon feel the effect he has on him. Aegon purred as he groped his bulge, and gave him one of his wicked smiles. His older brother was so beautiful, so insane at times, and so infuriating, Aemond couldn’t get enough. Aegon held his heart in his hands, and he knew it too. Right now he also held his-.... Yeah. 

Speaking of which, Aegon was now roughly stroking his cock through his breeches, and it made him hunch over, burying his face into Aegon’s neck. He grunted and panted against his mate, chasing his own release, wanting to lose himself in Aegon’s grip and scent. His mates’ small hand felt amazing against his cock, and he pushed hard against it, almost fucking into his hand. The clothes in between them were driving him insane, he wanted to rip them off. 

Aegon suddenly pulled away his hand, and he mourned the loss of contact, whimpering and looking at his husband with confusion. “No!- Why did you stop!?..” His voice was broken and weak, reduced to a frustrated whine unbecoming of an alpha. He would have been embarrassed if it weren’t for how aroused he was. Aegon only slid down to the ground in response, kneeling before him on his knees. He then confidently unwrapped his breeches, tugging them down slightly.

Aemond’s mind went blank. His mouth fell agape as he met the eyes of his mate, who looked up at him with burning arousal in his eyes. 

“You’re my husband now… Let me give you your wedding gift.” 

Aegon would joke about sucking his cock frequently, but he rarely ever did it. When they sometimes would attempt it, he would stop after a few moments and say that Aemond’s cock was too big to fit inside his mouth, it would only ever make his jaw hurt after a few seconds. Aemond never requested it because of that, the idea of bringing his love discomfort while intimate was too distressing. “But… it hurts you..?”

“I- Please, this is as much for me as it is for you. I don’t care if it hurts, I want to taste you so bad” Aegon was now pleading with his eyes. Aemond swallowed, not breaking Aegon’s stare. “....Alright.”

Aegon purred happily, another wicked smile appearing on his lips. Aemond couldn’t say he was opposed to the idea of his beautiful mate kneeling before him, mouth stuffed with his cock, sliding it down his warm throat. Aegon started by taking his cock in his hand and holding a firm grip around his shaft, then he slapped his cock against his own cheek, causing Aemond to chuckle warmly. He then started licking his cockhead, circling it with his wet tongue. Aemond moaned softly at the feeling, shuddering a little as Aegon then slowly started to stroke it up and down in sync with the movement of his mouth. He went to grab Aegon’s hair, holding onto the back of Aegon’s head as he took his cock deeper and deeper into his mouth. If Aegon was uncomfortable, he certainly didn’t show it. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked him deeper into his hot throat, Aemond felt himself swallowing hard at the sight of Aegon’s throat bulging as his cock slid in and out of it. “Fuck Aegon- Your throat feels amazing!” He praised his mate, who purred happily in response, sending delicious vibrations through Aemond’s length. 

Aegon began to palm himself through his dress as he sucked and drooled all over his cock, the sight was so arousing that it almost made him shoot his seed right there. He couldn’t stop himself and started to slowly fuck into Aegon’s mouth, moaning and grunting from incredible feeling. His mate allowed him to fuck his face like a good little omega, moving the hand on his own crotch to lift up his dress. He started to fingerfuck himself as he sucked, preparing his hole for his Alpha. Aemond did all he could to catch glances of the movement before fucking faster and harder into Aegon’s mouth, gripping his hair harder and harder. 

After a while neither of them could hold it in any longer, and Aemond cried out loudly as he filled Aegon’s small mouth up with his seed. His body almost started to convulse as Aegon excitedly drank more and more of his cum. Aegon then released his cock with a “pop” before he stood up on shaky legs, intertwining their hands and pulling him towards the bed. Aemond was panting heavily and was also completely flushed from his orgasm, his cock still twitching. Aegon smirked as he pushed him down onto the bed, he then started crawling towards him on his hands and knees. Good gods, it was going to be a long wedding night. 

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After some time, Aegon’s pregnancy started to show. Aemond acted like a doting husband, always rushing to his side and taking great care of him, protesting everytime a servant would ask to relieve him of his care. He insisted that Aegon should be cared for by his mate alone, which included dressing him and bathing him. It drove their mother to madness. 

One night she had summoned Aemond to her chambers, and from what he had told Aegon, she had proceeded to berate him for neglecting his other responsibilities in favor of his pregnant mate who surely didn’t need all the fussing. She had apparently found a way to put the blame on Aegon as well, cursing him as a spoiled child hungry for attention who somehow manipulated Aemond into orbiting around him. Aegon couldn’t give a damn about the venom their mother was spewing, he too was tired, nauseous and sore from the darned pregnancy to care. However, he was happy to admit that being showered with attention by his husband did please him to no end. It almost felt as if they were both carrying the pup together in the beginning, which didn’t make the symptoms of his pregnancy feel that bad.

His contentment was somewhat short-lived however, because as the months went by he eventually became huge. He had not seen many pregnant people in his life, and he honestly didn’t know much about it in general, but he was certain that he wasn’t supposed to get as big as he did. By his third-trimester he became almost bed-ridden, too weak to even move out of his chambers. He stopped eating in the dining hall, his meals were delivered to him by servants instead. Sometimes he couldn’t even eat at his table, and Aemond took it upon himself to feed him while he layed in bed instead. His husband got increasingly worried for his and their pups’ health, frequently questioning the measters who assured them that this wasn’t uncommon for male-omegas. 

It was during this period of time that his mother started visiting him. At first she only came to his chambers to berate him for his inability to move, or do anything at all on his own really. She stated (Or bragged, he couldn’t tell) that she was on her feet during the entire duration of each of her pregnancies, and surely Aegon was merely lazy and exaggerating. Aegon hadn’t responded to anything she said, other than groaning in pain as the little monster kicked and thrashed around in his belly. When she realized he didn’t even possess the will to snap back at her, she must have figured out that there were no dramatics. She sighed and sat down by his bedside. Aegon almost startled at the rare sympathy found in her eyes, as she slowly and carefully started to stroke his hair, humming to him, just as she had done when he first presented as an omega. While Aegon had made peace with the fact that he would never have his mother’s approval, a spark of joy still lit up in his chest at her behavior. He allowed himself to feel loved by her, if only for the moment.

She visited him many more times after that, sometimes just standing by the door without speaking, merely watching him as Aemond kissed his hands and rested his head against Aegon’s belly. A strange understanding appeared between Aegon and his mother, she didn’t scold or berate him anymore during his pregnancy, and Aegon refrained from any vulgar or mean-spirited comments when she was around. Sometimes she would kneel by his bedside and hold his hand, speaking sweet words of encouragement. Aegon knew that his husband beamed with joy whenever he saw them together like that. 

After a humiliating examination by the measters, the date of the upcoming labor was determined. Aemond had been so excruciatingly happy at the news and spent an entire day showering his mate with excited kisses and love. Once Aemond had finally left the next morning to ride Vhagar, Aegon was left with a sudden fear, as the news of the date hadn’t really sunk in until then. He would be a mother, and Aemond would be a father. Of course he had thought about it before, he was not just carrying a pup, he was also going to have to care for it, teach it how to behave, discipline it- all that stuff, but the thoughts were mostly in passing without any real weight to them, since he was too busy being pregnant and miserable to really think about it with depth.

Aemond had showed him so much devotion during his pregnancy…. What would he do when this pup, when Aemond’s first ever child would arrive? There was no way he would receive the same attention and love, not when a shiny new pup was there, demanding all of it. He would no longer be the most important person in his mates life, he would be reduced to the omega who gave Aemond his true joy. 

He knew he wasn’t supposed to think like that, they were one flesh, heart and soul after all, but he couldn’t shrug off the cold hard truth that he would forever be sharing Aemond’s affections with another being. 

The more Aegon thought about it, the worse he felt, and soon he was so mentally exhausted that all his energy went into quietly sobbing against his pillows. He wasn’t even allowed to have that for himself however, as the beast gave him a particularly hard kick. He cursed under his breath. “Oh for fuck sake, just come out already! Kick your way out for all I care!” He exclaimed while looking down at his large belly, incredibly frustrated, he almost felt like hitting it, but then a second kick came as if it had understood him. 

Aemond returned about an hour later. Before they were married his rides would be much longer, but now he hated spending too much time away from his mate. “I’m back, my love.” Aemond reeked of dragon. Aegon was much more sensitive to scents and smells now that he was extremely pregnant and the strong smell of dragon-musk combined with his emotional state made him gag and retch. Aemond’s expression turned into concern and he rushed to his side, but Aegon held out his hand to stop him. “No idiot- go get a bath! You’re making it worse.”

His husband immediately understood what he meant and halted, hesitating briefly before nodding his head and moving to the bath. Aegon took a deep breath once Aemond was far enough away, and moved to grab his cup on the bedside table, taking a long sip of water. After a while Aemond walked towards him again, this time with wet hair, wearing only his breeches, and smelling much better.

“Better?” He asked, seemingly still a little worried.

“Better.”

Aemond didn’t lose his blatant concern however, and he carefully moved to his bedside, kneeling down and putting his hand on Aegon’s stomach. “Are you alright? Has the pup given you much trouble today?” Aegon chuckled at his question, since the answer was so obvious. “You mean more than usual? Yes, the little beast has been particularly vicious today I suppose.” Aemond chuckled a little as well, not faced at all by Aegon’s unfavorable nickname for their child, he leaned in and gave Aegon a quick kiss on the lips, then reached down and kissed his stomach as well.

“The pup will be here in barely a month… Are you scared?” Aemond's concern remained, but he also saw pity in his eye. 

“Yeah.. I’m very scared. Are you?” He moved his hand to rest on top of Aemonds’ where it lay on his belly.

“Hmm. Yes, I'm scared as well, but you are fierce, and you have the blood of the dragon running through your veins. Everything will go smoothly.”

“And what of our father’s last wife, our half-sister’s mother? She died a gruesome death during childbirth, didn’t she? And what of Lady Laena? She suffered the same as I recall…” He started to go off on a tangent, all his pent up thoughts regarding the birth spewing out of him, he stopped himself when he saw his mate’s expression, who looked as if he himself were about to puke. “I’m sorry, honey. I’m just overthinking it, I suppose.” He moved his free-hand to stroke Aemond’s cheek, who looked pale as a ghost. 

“Stop thinking like that, Aegon please. You know I can’t hear it.” Aemond leaned in and buried his face in Aegon’s neck, leaving soft kisses at his mark. “I said I’m sorry, okay? You try carrying this seemingly enormous child for 9 months without becoming a little pessimistic.”

Aemond’s scent calmed a little at that, its underlying sweetness returning as he let out a faint chuckle, before moving to kiss his cheek. “My love, you have always been a pessimist.”

“Yeah yeah shut up now, I’m craving lemon cake- but without the lemon! Can you make the servants fetch it at once?”

“Hmm. So just cake?” Aemond looked at him in amusement.

“No no, it has to be lemon cake without lemon. I will chew your head otherwise.” He gave his mate a glare that told him he was completely serious. Aemond frequently had to deal with Aegon’s absurd cravings during the later part of his pregnancy, but they never failed to amuse him.

“Alright then, Lemon cake without the lemon it is then.” He gave Aegon another kiss on the cheek as he went to fetch a servant, and Aegon sighed a little, silently telling himself to just stop it with the overthinking, for his husband's sake at least.

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Two weeks later, Aegon had awoken at the hour of the owl with gruesome contractions and labored breathing, and he immediately knew what was happening. He felt his mate shoot up from the bed where he had slept next to him, and with one frightened look into Aegon’s eyes he knew as well. What happened after that was still a blur, but he faintly remembered Aemond screaming after the gold cloaks. The measters prediction had been wrong, but not by much. He ended up giving birth two weeks too early. 

Aegon was pushing out the damn thing for hours, screaming and clawing at his bed. The midwives had to use all their strength to keep him in place, as Aegon threatened to jump out the window several times, he also threatened to behead every single one of the poor ladies who just wanted to get the baby out. 

After around two days of labor, the damn pup was finally born, crying and screaming as it made its way out, Aegon cried out in relief and exhaustion.

But then the fucking cunt-midwife who pulled out the baby decided to yelp and say; “My Prince- It seems there is one more! Oh by the seven!”

Fucking twins. The gods had to be punishing Aegon for his sins. The midwives scrambled around and tried to assure him that the second one was usually easier to get out, but Aegon wasn’t so lucky. Aegon pushed and pushed, releasing blood-curdling screams in agony. Crying and screaming to the point of actually throwing up a little. Tears were wildly flowing down his cheeks, and he paid no attention to the cries of the pup he already pushed out. As he became more and more dizzy with each push, he started rambling to himself, begging for forgiveness to anyone he had hurt. He hoped that his pups would forgive him for inevitably being a shit mother, but most of all he begged for Helaena’s forgiveness. She knew he bore twins, she must have, and yet she didn’t warn him in plain language. Was it to punish him? Spite him? Would it have made any difference at all if he had known beforehand? Aegon supposed that he deserved some of this torment, but why TWINS!?

Once the second pup had been delivered, it was quickly cleaned and wrapped in furs just like the first one. They were then both hurriedly placed on top of Aegon, one pup against each arm.  He looked down at them confused… What was he supposed to do now? What did the midwives expect him to do after giving birth to the little fuckers for hours on end. He briefly looked up at them, searching in their expressions for a hint on how he was supposed to act. “Congratulations my prince. Two healthy baby boys!” Aegon looked back down at them at that. Huh.. Boys. He was sure his mother would be overjoyed to hear it. 

They were so small in his arms, and they felt so warm. He stared intently at their tiny scrunched up faces. He didn’t dare say that they were cute, no, they looked a little too… new for that. But somehow, Aegon still thought they were beautiful, and it felt weird. He had gotten so used to the idea of carrying a part of Aemond inside him, he had completely forgotten that these pups were a part of him as well… the thought was a little unnerving. 

It was as if Aegon had summoned his husband with his thoughts, because Aemond finally stepped inside the room, a little shaky, his expression filled with so much raw emotion. Alpha’s were not allowed to enter the birthing-chamber while their mate delivered their baby. The discomfort and pain of the omega sometimes triggered fury inside the Alpha. On many occasions, midwives who only aimed to help suffered the unhinged wrath of the distressed Alphas. His husband had been incredibly angry and agitated that he hadn’t been allowed in, but Aegon agreed that it may have been for the best, since Aegon would probably have murdered his brother if he caused a scene during his labors. 

Aemond took a few, cautious steps towards Aegon’s bed, his eye flicking up and down between his mate and the two pups that rested in his arms. His breathing sounded strained and shaky, and his lower lip was almost quivering. “Two..? Why-... Aegon there are two of them-!”

Aegon scoffed, “Oh you don’t say? It’s twins, you idiot.” There was some bite to his teasing, since he was unbelievably exhausted and just wanted Aemond to take the damn pups so he could rest already.

“Oh… Oh Aegon I-” Aemond reached his bedside and promptly collapsed onto the floor, landing on his knees. He kneeled by Aegon’s side, staring at the two tiny pups. “You’re amazing my love… look at our pups, they are so beautiful…” Aemond’s voice dripped with so much love, and Aegon could see his eyes starting to water a little, which he of course tried to blink away. “Boys… they are both boys..” Aegon whispered as Aemond rested his head against his shoulder while looking down at their new sons. 

“Have you given them names yet..?” Aemond said as he carefully reached out the back of his hand to touch their small faces with his fingers. Aegon scoffed again, but this time more softly, as seeing Aemond melt before him while feeling and staring at their newborn sons touched him deeply. “Well… I want to name the one on the left side Vhaelar…” 

“Vhaelar, after my dragon?”

“....Yes. His head is bigger than the other twin so it’s only fitting…” Aegon tried to joke away his embarrassment, truth is he had thought about that name a lot. Their pups were a part of his alpha after all, just like Vhagar was in a sense. Now that he finally had told Aemond however, he felt a little embarrassed, and fully expected his husband to tease him.

“It's perfect.. my love. I shall name the smaller one Saerys, after Sunfyre.” Aemond sounded so proud as he spoke, looking up to Aegon with so much love in his soft eye. They held each other’s stare for a while, burning love filling up between them. 

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During the afterbirth, Aegon experienced some complications, if almost dying could be called that. His body went into some kind of shock as blood started gushing from his womb. Aemond had been shooed out of the room, and some wet nurses had taken the babies away as the measters were called to help save Aegon’s life. It was a struggle, but they were eventually able to “fix” him, but his body was weak, and it would be a long recovery. 

He was once more confined to his chambers, barely leaving his bed in the beginning. Aemond shared his bed during the night, but had to be away a lot as he unsurprisingly wanted to keep an eye on their sons. Aegon was forced to get used to the feeling of not getting as much attention from Aemond as before, and he decided to take care of himself so that he would recover quicker, which included refraining from drinking wine and exercising his body as much as he was able to. He was back on his feet after almost three months, it should have been a joyous moment, but it wasn't. He had missed so much. Aemond had seemingly already mastered how to care for their babies, while Aegon had no idea what he was doing. He felt inferior, and started handing off his sons to the wet nurses in shame instead of putting in the effort, which he knew Aemond hated, even if he didn’t say so outright. 

Everything got so much worse when Helaena started to openly involve herself. She would frequently ask to hold them, and would rock them back and forth while singing her sweet tunes to them. Aegon started to feel like an outsider, as a useless third party. He sat quietly and watched as his husband sat next to Helaena while she cuddled the twins, keeping a close eye on them.

Aegon didn’t look at the twins, he watched her instead. He knew she would have been the better choice for Aemond, she was a natural with the pups, she was patient, she didn’t even flinch when they would cry or fuss in her arms. He was terrified that Aemond would soon realize how much better she was than him, that she had been the right choice after all and he should have stuck to it. 

Aegon would rather die than see Aemond regret choosing him over Helaena.

One night he had decided that he couldn’t take it anymore, and snuck out to the brothel he used to visit so many times. He knew his mate would be furious if he were to find out, as they had agreed that Aegon wouldn’t keep company with whores any longer. Aegon had to do it, the castle was suffocating him, he needed to speak to someone who wasn’t a part of his damned family. He had tried speaking to Sunfyre, just to vent, but that helped about as much as talking to a dog.

He was saddened to find out that Mariela was the only one of his whores left at the brothel. Jaelyn and Ellena had apparently run away together only a month prior. She told him that Jaelyn had gotten pregnant again, and Ellena was convinced that the child was hers. They ran off into the night hoping to start a new life someplace else. 

He was drinking some wine, fully clothed and lying next to Mariela on the bed. There was a small distance between them, he already felt guilty for being here at all, he didn’t want to make it worse by snuggling up to another Alpha. “Don’t you feel lonely now? Now that they are gone?” He murmured, still in shock at their absence.

“Do you feel lonely, my prince?” She answered him with a question, deflecting any of her own feelings in favor of his, typical. Perhaps she was in need of money and wanted a big tip tonight. 

He did feel lonely, and he knew he wasn’t supposed to. He had his mate, he had two sons, he even had Helaena now in a sense. And yet he felt like an intruder, someone who only interrupted the peace. He just couldn’t stop thinking about the image of Helaena gently rocking Vhaelar and Saerys, one after the other, while Aemond sat next to her, gazing lovingly at the pups whom Aegon had no idea how to handle. “Yes… I do. I always have, I suppose, but it’s different now.”

“In what way is it different, my prince?” Her voice had always been rough and low, but it had a certain gentle nature to it… He had missed the sound of it. He didn’t really know how to answer her question though, so he followed in her footsteps and responded with a question of his own.

“How did you feel when Jaelyn and Ellena ran off without you? You were always a trio, even before I met you, yet you were not included?” She froze a little, her face was unreadable, just like it always was. She hesitated for a second or two before speaking again.

“I suppose I felt abandoned. I still do. I truly am happy for them… I knew of their plans, and I likely couldn’t have left with them anyway… But I wish they would have asked me to come with…Or would have wanted me to come..”

Aegon silently forgave her for forgetting formalities and not addressing him as her Prince while he digested what she had said. “Why didn’t they ask you to come with them? Do you know?” Silence. Mariela didn’t answer, but the look in her eyes told him everything he needed to know.

“....Jaelyn told me that she had been pregnant many years ago, back when I myself found out about my own pregnancy… Were you the one who knocked her up back then?” He spoke cautiously, not wanting to spew accusations out of nowhere just because he had caught a vibe.. 

“Yes, my prince… It was a mistake, she had always been drawn to Ellena, the more handsome Alpha. She went into heat one night… and I..” She stopped herself, despite her cold expression, he could tell it was a sore-topic for her. He also felt like he could relate to her in a way. Aegon had fallen in love with Aemond after he came to his room during a rut, while Aemond was with Helaena… That’s how he fell pregnant with his sons as well, a stupid mistake. “You loved her, but Jaelyn chose Ellena over you in the end.” He muttered, staring down at his goblet of wine.

“...Yes, my prince. I loved her, and I believed she loved me in return at one point, but Ellena was always better. Her carrying my child changed nothing. I accepted it and I thought we were good friends, but I suppose they still didn’t want to bring me with them because of all the… history .”

It was Aegon’s turn to freeze. Aegon had given Aemond pups, but what if it wasn’t enough? Helaena had always been better, kinder, more maternal… Aegon had been absent for quite some time, confined in his chambers while Aemond carried the responsibility of caring for their pups. He and Aemond were mated, bound together through their marks… But what if that was all that tied them together right now? Aemond loved those pups… if he saw that Helaena was a better mother to them, perhaps he would slowly replace Aegon with her, keep her as his mistress or something… It was ridiculous, Helaena would probably be shipped off to Storm’s End anyway, but Aegon’s mind was racing, he knew he wasn’t enough. His sons deserved better.

It was as if Mariela read his mind, because she turned her head back towards him and put a comforting hand on his shoulder. “My prince, your troubles are written on your face. There is no use in keeping your worries inside of you. You are a mother now, you will experience anxiety and exhaustion, but you will also experience joy, if you would allow it.”

“Then what would you have me do!?” He snapped at her, and tears began to sting at his eyes. Mariela cursed slightly under her breath and pulled him in for a hug. He hugged her back almost immediately, burying his face in her shoulder, wishing he could feel his husband’s wonderful scent instead of her strong perfume. 

“My prince, why are you coming to me with your troubles? You should speak with your mate, he is the only one who can ease your worries.” She began to lightly stroke the back of his head as she hugged him. It almost felt as if she needed the hug just as much as he did, for she was squeezing him hard in her arms in a desperate manner, almost forgetting that he was her prince. She needed to be comforted as well, and Aegon now refused to believe that she saw him as a mere cashcow, because when she pulled back from him he saw a twinkle in her eye that told him how much she truly cared for him. She was just as lonely as he himself had been once, but now he had people in his life who truly loved him. It was selfish of him to drown in his troubles right now, when all he needed to do was speak to the love of his life and sort out his feelings.

“...Thank you Mariela… You’re right, I should just speak to him and pull myself together.” He stroked her cheek lightly, right where her scar began. She nodded to him, and gave him a rare, soft smile.

“You know, you don’t have to lead this lonely life in this brothel. Come with me to the keep. Work under me as my servant-girl instead.” She looked at him cautiously as she spoke; “My Prince, I am grateful… but an Alpha servant ?”

“Oh come on, how the hell is an Alpha servant stranger than an Alpha whore?” He scoffed, his eyes pleading with her to just accept his offer. She chuckled a little before answering, giving him another soft smile.

“You are right of course, my prince. I would be honored. I-....Thank you.”

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Aegon was pleased to see that Mariela had become rather popular among the servants since she was the only Alpha, and probably the first Alpha-servant anyone had ever seen. The omegas among them swooned as she passed by, and Aegon was certain that she had to be fucking at least one of them. 

His decision to bring her to the keep turned out to be brilliant, if not a bit rash. She had been a huge help with teaching him patience, something Aemond couldn’t offer. He might be his husband, but he would always be his baby brother, and they would only bicker when Aegon did something wrong. She taught him how to play with them, how to keep calm whenever they would cry, and how to be an overall competent mother. Turns out it wasn’t as hard as he had thought, no one expected him of all people to be perfect (except for his mother of course). So he still had plenty of time to lead a life as his own person, and not just as their mother. 

She told him there was no shame in handing the twins off to someone else whenever he got overstimulated, as long as he made sure to hold them and put in some effort every single day. 

The only problem with bringing her here was Aemond. He had recognized who Mariela was right away, thanks to her perfume and how Aegon had described her scar. He almost killed her too, smashing her head against the wall the first time they met, she would likely be dead now if Aegon hadn’t come in between them. When Aegon defended her and told his husband to back off, Aemond moved back to his own chambers and refused to speak to him for a week. Aegon pestered him every single day, sneaking up on him in the nursery or whenever he went to ride Vhagar. 

When Aemond finally decided to stop brooding and just listen to him, they managed to have a serious discussion. One that turned very emotional really quickly. Aemond yelled at him for bringing Mariela here, calling him inconsiderate and flat-out dumb for bringing an Alpha whom he’d fucked before to live under the same roof as them. Aegon countered that by calling his mate inconsiderate as well for not giving him enough attention when he needed it now more than ever, and for allowing Helaena to play mother hen. Aemond had scoffed and called him ridiculous, they had two newborn babies and Aemond wanted to be a good father, and Helaena was their sister, their son's aunt, he couldn’t exactly keep her away when she had every right to see them now and again. 

His tune changed when Aegon started crying. Aemond almost had a breakdown seeing his mate like that, hating himself for hurting him despite not meaning to. They managed to talk about everything properly after that, without arguing. Aemond apologized for making Aegon feel neglected, especially after the traumatic birth, and Aegon admitted to himself that he might have overreacted, it wasn’t fair to just expect his husband to not take care of their sons, especially when Aegon wasn’t around to help really.

One thing they weren’t able to settle on was what to do with Mariela. Aemond didn’t want her there, especially not around his mate. In the end they manage to compromise, Mariela would stay for the time being, as long as Aegon needed until he became secure enough with the babies, then she would leave. Aegon appreciated his mate for being willing to compromise, despite it being a very hurtful situation for him.

It took time and a lot of “baby steps” as Mariela would call it, but Aegon eventually had to admit it, he adored his sons, he would die for them, he loved them so, so much. He had trouble bonding with them at first, constantly thinking back to the brutal childbirth when he saw them, but with a lot of time and a lot of patience he recognized more and more things he loved about them. They both had their unique personalities despite being identical twins. Vhaelar were the fussier of the two, always crying and demanding attention. It nearly drove Aegon to madness at times, but whenever Vhaelar finally quieted down, slowly drifting away to sleep in his arms, it somehow became all worth it. He looked so much like his father when he was happy, and Aegon’s exhaustion wasn't even noticeable when he lovingly rocked the sleeping pup. 

Saerys on the other hand was the more playful out of the two, always with a smile on his face, he charmed the hell out of all the nobles at court. They both did, with their pale silver hair and big violet eyes. Alicent once said early on in passing that Saerys was just like Aegon when he was a baby, while Vhaelar was just like Aemond. Hearing that made Aegon damn near change his whole attitude about motherhood in a day, and helped him so much with improving, but he would never admit that to her. 

After a few months they learned how to “crawl”, but it was more like wiggling on their stomachs. It was absolutely adorable, watching his two sons almost race each other on the ground. Both he and Aemond laughed their asses off when Saerys would wiggle his way into walls for fun. 

He felt much more secure in his marriage now that he knew what he was supposed to do for his sons, and despite being new parents, he felt his mate’s love stronger than ever. They had always been family, but now they were a real family. Kids and all.

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Aegon had only had one heat since giving birth, It hadn’t been too bad, it only lasted for about two days, as heats after childbirth usually did. He had spent it alone, since Aegon’s weak and fragile body would have no doubt broken if Aemond just helped himself and started pounding him.

It had now been around 7-8 months since he gave birth, so his upcoming heat was really, really late, his last heat had been a little over four months ago. He didn’t understand why his body couldn’t just keep a proper cycle like Helaena’s did. Maybe it had to do with him still being somewhat of a newly presented omega.

He was bouncing Vhaelar on his knee while speaking with Mariela like normal when the symptoms of heat finally hit him, and there was nothing subtle about it. It hit him all at once, with no warning, harder than ever from the delay. His scent had no real effect on Mariela since he was mated, but she could still feel a very sudden shift in it, when she looked over to Aegon he was completely frozen, red in the face and looked as if he was about to nod off. Her protective Alpha-instinct kicked in and she rushed to his side while yelling for a kingsguard to find Aemond, not caring at all that she had no right to address a kingsguard in such a manner. 

After she had hurriedly put the babies in their cribs, she carried Aegon to his chambers. “Your mate will be here soon, my prince.” she said in a soothing tone while laying him down on the bed. 

Within seconds of being in bed, he frantically attempted to nest, trying to give himself some comfort that would distract him from the way the room was spinning. He wanted to crawl out of his skin, it burned all over, but he settled for clawing at his clothes and eventually getting them off of him. He needed his mate, he needed to be bred by him right now or he would surely die from how empty he was.

Aemond’s rut kicked in immediately at the scent of his mate in heat, and he was fucked senseless for a week. Whenever Aemond’s knot would disappear they would just go again, and again, and again. By the end of the week he was covered in marks from head to toe. Aegon was so bloody satisfied that he completely forgot about drinking moontea.

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“Congratulations, prince Aegon is with child!”

Aegon blankly stared at the measter standing in front of him. He had been throwing up every other day for a week, and it had felt way too familiar. Aemond squeezed his hand, expression just as blank as his, but Aegon could feel a ripple of fear being sent his way from Aemond’s mark.

Their mother was standing in the corner of the room, as she was the one who forced Aegon to get examined, there was no doubt in Aegon’s mind that Larys had told her of Aegon’s sickness. Her face lit up at the measter’s words, and it almost looked like she was about to jump up and down if he didn’t know any better.

“Grandmaester, are you certain? Is there any doubt at all?”

“Your grace, I am more than certain. Prince Aegon’s scent glands are swollen in his middle, they are a bit delayed with producing pheromones, but Prince Aemond will no doubt be able to scent the little one very soon. This is surely to be yet another healthy pregnancy!” Their mother beamed with joy at the new, walking over to the measter and squeezing his hand in hers’. Aegon couldn’t help but roll his eyes, despite being in shock. He almost died during childbirth last time, and was miserable for months. If that was supposed to be a healthy pregnancy, then did that mean he would go through the exact same thing again?

What if he actually died this time?

When their mother and the grandmeaster had left, Aemond and Aegon stared at each other in shock. Dread eventually crept up between them and they didn’t need to say anything to know exactly what the other was thinking about. 

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Aegon didn’t get nearly as big as the last time, in fact he was able to move around quite a bit. Despite that, the pregnancy was far from joyous. Aemond started to use suppressants again in an attempt to hide his worries and depression from his mate, he didn’t want to cause Aegon any stress. It didn’t work, the power of their marks was way too strong. He spent everyday together with Aegon and their sons, but when his mate entered his third-trimester he had to sleep in his own chambers since his sleepless nights were flooded with thoughts that Aegon might die this time, and he didn’t want to subject Aegon to his depressive scent.

His water broke during a night of vicious storms, and it was time for his love to deliver their third child. In between his tortured screams were the silent prayer from both of them that it wouldn’t somehow be twins again, and that Aegon would make it out alive. Aemond was pacing back and forth in the hallway, trying his best not to claw his hair out at the sounds of his mate’s horrific screams and scent that was crying out for help. Their mother eventually ordered him to stay in his chambers until the pup was born, as to prevent him from doing anything rash. 

He desperately tried to distract himself by spending his time in the nursery during the night, watching his two sons creep and crawl on the floor. Their adorable giggles and shrieks helped some, but his heart still felt as if it would stop beating at any time. In the morning he went to the training grounds, hoping to channel his fear into combat. He had to stop and go back to his chambers after he damn near beat Ser Criston to death from all the adrenaline.

By supper a kingsguard finally knocked on the door and brought Aemond to see his newborn, who had just been delivered. He was shaking with anxiety during the long walk there, wondering if this would be the last time he would see his precious mate, his mind taking him back to when Aegon had started convulsing during his afterbirth, blood gushing out of him. It was the single worst moment in Aemond’s life, he’d been scared to death that his older brother, and love of his life, would die, and would disappear from him forever.

His overwhelming stress and anxiety was soon relieved when he nervously entered the chamber and saw his beautiful mate; Looking like a complete mess but smiling, cradling a tiny, sniveling pup in his arms.

A single tear fell from his eye at the sight, and he had to clutch at his chest to calm his heart. He gave a relieved, breathy chuckle, and Aegon’s eyes flicked up towards him, not losing his sweet smile.

“It’s a girl.” Aegon stated, holding Aemond’s loving gaze as he approached his mate, and Aemond thought he could simply die on the spot from the way Aegon sounded as he spoke, sounding so proud and almost giddy despite clearly being drained from the labor. Aemond sat himself down by the bed, and reached out to stroke Aegon’s cheek, taking in his husband’s sweet scent as he did. Aegon smiled even wider at the gesture. “I’ve already named her.” 

Aemond chuckled again at this, so typical of his mate to decide matters on impulse without consulting anyone. “Hm, I see.” He kept his response short and laced with amusement, showing Aegon that he wasn’t mad about it at all, in fact he found it adorable right now.

“Yeah.” Aegon whispered, and looked down towards the tiny pup again, eyes filled with love that Aemond wasn’t sure was there the first time he gave birth, but that he had seen plenty of times since then when Aegon held the twins nowadays. Aemond chuckled once more at his short answer, finding it hilarious that Aegon didn’t even bother to elaborate, he took a moment to watch his mate, and his chest filled with pride. 

“Are you going to tell me what her name is?” He inquired, and Aegon turned his head towards him again.

“Melyria. It suits her, don’t you think?” He said, his eyes lighting up as he said her name.

Aemond faltered a little at the name, as it sounded annoyingly familiar to Aegon’s Alpha-servant. He knew better than to argue against it right now however, and appreciated that Aegon hadn’t outright named their first daughter after his whore. He could deal with the name, and he had to admit that it sounded nice.

“Yes… It’s a beautiful name my love.” Aegon beamed at the compliment, chuckling a little as he looked back down towards their pup again. “Hehe, yeah, I thought so too.”

A silent, but pleasant moment passed over them, and Aemond found himself staring at his daughter as well, his heart singing with love for her already, and he felt his eye threaten to tear up again. To think that he was a father of three… He took a deep breath to steady himself before asking; “...May I hold her?”

“Of course.” Aegon carefully handed the pup to him, and Aemond felt his lungs almost collapse as he felt her in his arms. She was so warm, so small, much like their firstborns had been, he had nearly forgotten how small pups were during their first moments in this world. He leaned down to kiss her forehead, and she responded with some happy gurgling. 

“Little Melyria…” He smiled and kissed her forehead again before he began rocking her lightly in arms. His eye flicked back to Aegon as he heard him lean back on the bed with a sigh, exhaustion fully apparent in his body language. 

“I am very proud of you, my love. You have given us three beautiful pups, our pups…. You are amazing.” he whispered to his mate while still rocking their daughter. He truly meant it, in fact words didn’t do it justice. The love he felt for his mate at this moment was almost painful, and certainly breathtaking. Gods, there was no way in the world that he and his older brother weren’t meant for each other, not when his heart was bursting in his chest at the mere thought of him, not when he looked at their children at the end of a long day and felt his eye tear up.

Aegon snorted, his eyes closing now that he was finally allowed to relax after enduring his labors the whole day. “Turns out I’m not that bad of an omega after all, huh?” While Aegon’s tone of voice was a little mocking, Aemond could feel a pulse of happiness reaching out towards him from Aegon’s marks. He chuckled, and grabbed Aegon’s hand, giving it a squeeze.

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Aegon’s relationship with Alicent got a bit better, of course she nagged him just as much, telling him he needed to do this or that, don’t feed Melyria that much, don’t dress the twins like that and so on. But there was now a newfound mutual ‘respect’ between them, now that they could relate to each other a bit better, them both being mothers and all. She had settled into her role as grandmother really nicely, Aegon knew she could see all the effort he put into caring for them and bettering himself in how he handled them. He wondered if she was finally proud of him, but seeing as pumping out pups was merely his duty as an omega, he highly doubted it. 

Their grandsire finally gave up on the idea of marrying one of them off to the Baratheons when a raven came in the night, carrying a message from Old Town. Daeron had presented as an Alpha, and so Helaena would be married to him instead of Maris. It was a way better match since Daeron was Otto’s grandchild and would be easier to control. Helaena was a bit disappointed at first, having grown fond of the female Alpha after countless letters exchanged between them, but she was content to keep her as a friend and nothing more. Their friendship also meant that an alliance with the Baratheons wasn’t completely lost. 

Their new daughter gave Aegon the excuse to keep Mariela around a little longer, despite Aemond never warming up to her, but he didn’t expect him to, he just hoped that one day his husband would be civil with her at best. He knew he would have to let her go eventually, but that time hasn't come yet.

Aegon and Aemond had a long discussion and mutually decided that Melyria would be their last child, despite Alicent’s objections. It had been a close call the first time, so for the sake of Aegon’s  health, three youngins would be enough. Aemond made sure that Aegon’s chambers would constantly be stocked up with moon-tea, so whenever a heat or a rut would approach they would be well-prepared.

Aegon would never spend another heat alone again.