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Daemon pressed a kiss on Luke’s curls and looked into his son’s blue eyes. The alpha had asked his mate to speak with their son privately before he departed on his mission.
Arrax chirped impatiently for his rider, his wings flapping as a result of Luke’s nerves.
“When you go to storm ends, you may encounter one of those green bastards. You are your mother’s child in looks and brains, Lucerys.
Use both wisely, as both are an advantage to our cause. Even the strongest of sailors can not resist the lure of a siren. But above all else come back to us safe and in one piece by any means necessary.”
Luke nodded once and accepted the scenting from his father, his nervousness disappearing under the affection.
He knew what he had to do, all he needed was the opportunity.
Big blue eyes rolled in annoyance as he roamed through the dark manor and didn’t encounter one guard besides the ones outside of his own reluctantly given chambers.
Lords Borros was an idiot who was almost eager to send lucerys back into the storm raging outside if he hadn’t demanded to be given shelter for the night.
His mother would not be pleased to hear that, especially since the arse had bent over backwards to offer the best hospitality to his uncle.
The beta lord had separated them from each other after aemond demanded his eye and quickly commanded that they both be placed on opposite sides of the manor from each other.
Luke shivered as his thin gown did nothing to ward the cold off, and he quickened his steps as he followed the only other room with a fire being seen under the massive doors.
They were foolish to post guards only outside Luke’s door, fearing the alpha more the omega.
Idiots the whole lots of them, but it matters not, their oversight is his gain.
The beauty slipped in through his uncle’s doors under the dark cover of night, silent as the stranger.
He had only just closed the door and made his way to the bed when his uncle swung up with a blade in hand and a snarl on his handsome face.
He was frighteningly beautiful with his long sliver Locks and the blue sapphire where his eye once was.
The fire made his pale skin glow and the dangerous muscles on his frame more pronounced.
“Kepa.” Luke greeted.
Aemond scoffed once he realized who stood at the foot of his bed, but did not lower his weapon.
“Nephew, what a pleasant surprise. Come to finish the job you started those many moons ago?”
Luke fiddled with his fingers before steeling his nerves and letting sea blue connect with a single lilac eye.
“I have come with an apology… and an offer I believe will settle the debt I owe to you.”
Luke slowly reached out to grab the blade, and when he wasn’t rejected he took it and placed it gently on the bedside.
Afterwards he took Aemond’s hand and carefully placed it on his stomach.
Aemond quirked an eyebrow in surprise before masking it behind a look of indifference.
“Well go on lucerys, I’m listening.”
Luke took a shuddery breath before gathering his courage.
“I was young and scared that you were going to kill Jace. But that does not excuse my actions against you, I will not apologize for protecting my siblings but by doing so, I have cost you an eye and for that I am truly sorry. I did not mean to hurt you. However, a sorry does not change anything.
You once said that your eye for your dragon was a fair trade. So in order to repay you, how about me in exchange for your eye uncle? I will be yours, only yours.
Any babes I birth would be ours to raise and love and you will hold the title of lord consort. all the respect, lands and any victory gained under our rule as the lords of the tides, would have your name attached to it. The history books remember victors and you shall be one of them.”
The only sound in the chambers after Luke finished speaking were the storm raging outside and the crackle of the fire.
Aemond spread his hand across a flat stomach, and the heat of his hand warmed Luke’s body.
“What makes you think that your offer would be enough? That I would care for any of that?”
Luke let out a laugh in disbelief. What a silly question.
Luke let the alpha’s hand drop from his grip and hitched up his night gown to gracefully place himself in the older man’s lap, sighing in content when those dangerous hands immediately wrapped around his waist.
A dark satisfaction welled up in chest when aemond didn’t push him off.
“It’s the curse of the second son, uncle. It will always be in your blood to want more, to desperately work to be more then the spare.
You the dutiful son who has given and given for your mother, your brother, and yet will have nothing to show for it at the end. But by my side, you can have all that you deserve, all that you have earned. Let me be the one to give you it aemond.”
The scent of Lavender and lemon rose in reponse to the aroused scent of parchment and bitter chocolate. Both working to cast the other under their spell.
Luke’s full lips stretched into a smile as small hands carded through sliver locks with all the soft care of a lover.
Aemond’s body stiffened and his lips flattened in a thin line.
It sounded too good to be true and the alpha was not stupid, there would be a stipulation attached.
With a growl Aemond quickly flipped them over and slotted himself in between long legs with one hand trapping both of lucerys hands in his.
“I am no fool lucerys, do not take me for one. Your pretty face and sugary sweet words may have worked on a weaker man but not me, this is more then just a simple repayment you are offering.”
Doe eyes blinked up at him in amusement, as flushed cheeks rose up in a smirk.
Pale legs wrapped around his waist as if to trap him inbetween.
“You are right, my love and devotion comes at a price. You nor I will fight in this war. you would swear your loyalties to me right now, as lord of the tides, as your husband and as the mother of your kids that have not yet graced these lands. You would swear your self, all your self to me and I will do the same.”
A humorless laugh came out gritty from the older man.
“You would have me be a traitor to my own kin to be your trophy husband? Don’t insult me. Find another cunt struck idiot to be played like a fiddle.”
Luke sneered and the sea blue of his eyes darkened to the navy blue of the night sky. Beyond the roar of the storm, a screech was heard.
The call of a dragon.
“You would rather fight for a drunk usurper who have mistreated his lady wife, his children and know the whorehouse in flea bottom better then he will ever know the ins and out of the court then join the side where you will be valued, treated with respect and being given a position that allows you to have that till the earth calls us home?
They say that a Targaryen alone in this world is a terrible thing. Yet you have been alone as long as I known you, but not only by your hand.
Why do you fight so viciously for them? And What will he give you for your troubles aemond? A worthless position at the court? A spineless maiden who will own nothing and contribute nothing to your life? How do you think you will fair if you keep to the path you are sinking into?”
The alpha paused at the words.
He would not admit it out loud but the omega words had an effect on him.
Here he was being sent around as a messenger for a useless, sorry excuse of a brother who’ve never done a single thing for him.
He was always the one overlooked, always made to want but never to be satisfied, never acknowledged.
If it came down to it, he knew what the better choice was, but he would not blindly bind himself without securing something in return.
The alpha leaned in until their lips barely grazed and whispered harshly:
“I will only accept your terms if you promise to spare Helaena and the children. They are innocent in this war.”
The brunette nodded eagerly, his scent turning smug knowing he won.
Aemond couldn’t find it in himself to be upset.
“I swear no harm shall befall them.”
Aemond nodded once sharply before abruptly sitting up and taking off Luke’s night gown with him, so the boy was bare before him.
”Tonight before the Gods old and new, I Aemond Targaryen swear my allegiance to Lucerys Velaryon, first of his name and future Heir to the Driftwood throne.
I swear that by me claiming him, the debt that had been owed will be paid in full once I take this omega as my own. This I swear to be true.”
Slowly, aemond trailed long fingers up his ankles and caressed soft thighs, till they ended where his waist dipped.
His single eye never wavering from Luke’s.
The brunettes reached up and rubbed his thumb on the scar that marked Aemond’s handsome face.
“I lucerys Velaryon, swear before the Gods, Old and new that no harm shall fall on my Aunt Helaena Targaryen and her children.
I also swear that tonight my debt to Aemond Targaryen shall be paid in full with my devotion as payment. This I swear to be true.”
The omega smiled coyly, just enough for his fangs to peek through and happily yielded to the harsh kiss being pressed down on him, his moans encouraging the alpha.
Aemond sucked on his tongue as he thoroughly dominated the other, licked over straight white teeth and swallowed the whimpers crawling out of that long neck.
Wet and filthy sounds of little bitten off cries were all that was heard in their little corner of the world.
Luke squirming broke the kiss as the smell of slick unfurled like the blossoming of fresh flowers.
Slim hands dug angry red lines into a broad back when the alpha didn’t move fast enough for his liking.
“Jaelagon tolī.”
(Want more.)
“Ao’ll gūrogon skoros nyke tepagon ao.”
(you’ll take what I give you.)
He didn’t know how much he craved having someone completely at his mercy till Lucerys had offered himself on a sliver platter for him to sink his sharp teeth into.
Aemond pressed wet kisses into the other man’s neck, he could feel saliva pool in his mouth and his fangs unsheathe as he mouthed at his unmarked glands, a sign of what was to come.
Luke whines only spurred him on, as the omega arched his back and spread mile-long legs, inviting him to consume him.
He was so fucking wet and he wasn’t even in heat, it sparked something primal in the older man knowing how he had that effect on the other.
Under the roaring fire, Luke looked like a dream come true, as he writhed and whined for relief from Aemond’s hands.
“Yes that’s right beg for me, Luke. Show me how filthy you can fucking get.”
The dragon in his blood urged him take what was his, to plunge so deep in the brunette that he’ll be full for days.
Aemond wanted his seed to take and see the changes of the boy as he filled out with his child.
graceful hands reached out to trace trembling thighs and a round ass, squeezing a handful just to hear the other moan again.
“Fuck issa kostilus, mazverdagon issa aōhon..”
(Fuck me please, make me yours.)
Aemmond chuckled darkly at the desperation he can hear so clearly.
His gorgeous little mess, he would enjoy wrecking him for life.
“Patience riñītsos.”
(Patience little boy.)
He flipped him over to his hands and knees and ran a cool hand down the omega’s fever hot skin, delighted in the heat he felt trapped in that petite body.
It was like touching a open flame.
Aemond kissed glistening skin and traced his tongue on freckles that decorated his pretty pet.
His eyes drunk in the way slick shined on smooth thighs, the pretty pink flush that made a home on freckled cheeks and the mess of brown curls that fell into teary eyes.
He should feel ashamed at how easily he fell to the call of his enchanting little nephew.
His mother would weep if she know the depravity he found himself indulging in, and his grandsire would call him a fool.
But he did not care.
Aemond had only ever lived by their rules and guidelines, had never asked for more then he was given, had only been selfish once in this lifetime and that had ended with a part of him carved away forever by the same little spitfire under him now.
But this time would be different, under the watchful eyes of his mother’s Gods he will take and offer no apologies for his hunger.
He shall feast and be greedy, he shall never be told to abstain ever again.
Aemond grabbed a hold of the crying man’s cheeks and spread them so he gets a look at his soppy hole.
He wanted to taste, let slick stain his face. But he refrained, they had a lifetime for him to get his fill.
Tonight was for claiming.
With a hiss, he eases two fingers into the tight heat, cooing down at Luke when chocked at the sudden onslaught of he pleasure. He was trying to loosen him enough for there to be as little pain as possible.
“You take me so well Taoba, your little hole feels so good around my fingers. I’m unsure if my cock could fit, it might break you.”
“I can take it, just give it to me!”
Before he knew it he was easing his fingers out and guiding his cock to his entrance. He paused and waited till luke turned crazed eyes to him when he wouldn’t proceed.
“You need to say it. Say you’re mine, Say it Lucerys!”
”Yes, yes I’m yours I been yours since I took your fucking eye! Nyke’m aōhon zaldrīzes sīr kostilus gūrogon skoros ao issi enkagon!” (I’m yours dragon so please take what you are owed!)
Aemond didn’t need to be told twice.
He eased into the wonderfully tight heat, that had him gritting his teeth till he bottomed out.
Had to dig his nails into plush hips to stop himself from fucking into Luke with no abandon.
He was not his brother who did not care for his partner’s comfort. He was better than that.
But it was so hard when Luke gasped so prettily as he tried to wiggle his hips and felt how full he was.
Aemond hissed and forced the younger boy still. He knew that once this was over and done with, his nephew would have bruises in the shape of hands.
“Keligon, gō nyke ōdrikagon ao.”
(stop, before I hurt you.)
Luke keened and arched his back, trying to entice aemond into moving.
“Nyke jaelagon ziry naejot ōdrikagon, nyke jaelagon naejot feel ao.”
(I want it to hurt, I want to feel you.)
The little patience aemond had snapped and with a nasty snarl he pulled out until only the head kissed the rim, before fucking into him roughly, the pace brutal.
Tears and spit covered that lovely face as his eyes rolled to the back of his head and his hands scrambled to find purchase against silk sheets.
“Fuck..you feel so good, like you were made just for me!”
Luke didn’t even try to muffle his cries, he wanted the whole world to know that him and aemond were engaging in a ritual that have been around since the beginning of time.
Wanted them to know that little Lucerys was throughly being claimed.
Aemond couldn’t help the mean smile that crossed his face when he felt the brunette go rigid.
“Found it.” He whispered. Kept the angle just right in order to keep his boy right where he wanted him.
The alpha had to grip the lithe man’s waist to stop him from completely slumping down.
“Yesyespleasefuckmeusemedontstopdontstop!
The lithe body was practically boneless as he let aemond desecrate him, his body an outlet for vicious teeth, strong hands and powerful thrusts.
The heat of desire threatened to burn them from the inside out as their bodies fit together like a lock and key.
Luke babbled in high Valyrian and the common tongue as he felt the bigger man grab a fist full of curly locks and yanked his head back, forcing him to arch his back and scrambling to keep himself up on shaky arms.
“I’ll give you the prettiest of babes, all slivered hair and blue eyes. I’ll keep you hanging off my knot inbetween our duties. Take you far from this stupid fucking war and fuck you on dragonback whenever you like.” Aemond panted.
“I want it.. Please.”
Luke could only draw whimpers out of his parched throat when alpha dug his fangs through soft skin easily like a hot knife to butter.
Blood welled up and dripped down his collarbone to his heaving chest.
The queen’s precious treasure scrambled for anything to ground him, as the edge of pain and pleasure kicked him over the edge.
It felt like the first Darcarys, the first time he flew with out any assistance, the first time he did a head dive.
He didnt register that his cock came untouched or that Aemond’s knot was almost too big to pull out.
Just took it all that his alpha gave him with a weak mewl and a blissed out face.
Aemond felt the fire in his veins burn hotter as he sunk his teeth in harder, he grabbed Luke’s hand in his and dug his nails in to remind them both to stay in the moment, as he fought through the waves of flames that engulfed him.
His hips stuttered as his knot caught on the omega’s rim and all he could do was pull the younger man's hips to grind into, knowing that he was pressing on the other man's prostate.
It took a few moments for him to unclench his fangs from the omega’s now bloody neck, and he rolled them onto their sides as he pulled the half unconscious boy under his chin.
The alpha smiled as he see perfect match to his teeth taking up a majority of the other’s neck and shoulder.
Bonding them to each other for life.
In the morning, Aemond would carry Luke to vhagar with Arrax following them to Dragonstone where he’ll declare that Luke was his, and that he will pull back from the war.
The greens will fall without their biggest ally and Rhaenyra will get her throne, sparing her sister and kids, with only aegon and alicent banished and Otto sentenced to death.
With only Rhaenyra and Helaena as their witnesses, they will wed in the ways of old Valyria.
In two more moons, Luke will happily welcome the news that a babe was to be expected of their Union, and aemond will be the one who is most joyful when the news break.
But for now, aemond pulls the sheets over them and let the buzz of their bond and the feeling of contentment lure him under.