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The court had been in a race of who could make him enrage by shoving their daughters on Baelor and his way to be their second wives. Out of questions, Baelor had done his duties with Jena as he had done with Dyanna. There was no need for another heirs. Maekar slammed his fist against the old tree. It shook, some of the leaves fell to the ground along with a twig of a tree fell into his head when he strolled through the godswood.
Maekar crouched, taking the twig in his palm. The weirwood tree’s twig—small and hollow, the same length of his middle finger with small gaping holes all over it. But none of the tree had the same pattern as the twig. A queer thing. It didn’t even have any smell.
Something inside of him told him to snap it. But before he could, he whispered low enough that in this woods, only him that could hear it: “I wish to be able give heirs like lady’s do.”
Snap. The sound echoed in the woods. Nothing happened. The broken twig laid in his palms, he dropped it to the ground.
Maekar sighed. He put his hands across his face, shaking his head at the silly notions of having a child growing in his belly. Wishing something against the moral of the sevens. If he were a woman, he’d be already married to Baelor as soon as he flowered.
When night came, the shine of the moon stilled in the presence of darkness, an alluring beauty couldn’t lulled Maekar to sleep. Ever since the walk in the godswood, a restlessness grew in his chest. He tried to dig inside his mind, an ever omnipresent feeling whenever his children would do something bad. Where was Daeron and others? Last time he checked, they were all ready in their own chambers, except for Daeron who was languidly in Valarr’s.
In attempt of sitting up, Maekar curled himself in a ball as a stabbing pain in his lower belly spread to all of his body, an unfamiliar feeling but similar enough to when he was shot with an arrow lodged in his shoulder during the Blackfyre rebellion. He tried to relief the pain by massaging his stomach and hips. But nothing helped. Maekar tossed and turned in bed.
Was this something he ate during dinner? All of them had the same things: a chicken and wine, nothing else. Poison? Ha. Maekar amused himself at the thought; Baelor surely would have their heads.
The sound he let out was as close as a dying dog, slowly bleeding to death but there was no visible wound. The pain bloomed into something else entirely—throbbing and the heat was unbearable. Maekar rolled off his bed, the floor never been so comfortable. His stomach laid on the floor. A cold sensation spread through his body. It gave him the relief he seek. With that he closed his eyes and let himself drifted to sleep.
The sun hit him in the face. He forgot to closed the balcony, the warmth air in the morning nudged his face. A yawn escaped his mouth, his cheek were plastered on the floor together with his body. Maekar turned on his back, touching his stomach. The pain was nonexistent, leaving only a small uneasy feeling. Something was off as if he misplaced. His heart palpitating, placing a his hand against his heart. He breathed in and out until his heart calmed down.
Waking up on the floor left his body stiff, it took time to be able to move. The first thing he did was to the chamber pot. Closing the privacy curtain, he pulled down his breeches and sat down on the pot. He looked down.
No. No. No.
He stood up, jerking away from the pot as it knocked down to the side. He fell backward. Maekar touched his supposed cock, jerking away once his finger touch the clit. This was the worse. How the fuck did this happened. His finger traced down from white unruly hair of bush to the slit. He stopped before he could inspect this perplexing situation.
He put on the robe, walking toward the door. Opening it slightly, Maekar saw one of his guards stood next to the door. His heart raced.
The guards faced him as took a step, bowing at him. “My Prince.”
“Call Baelor to my chambers.” Maekar said, tightening the robe around his waist. “Make a haste.”
“But the Crown prince is in small—”
“Make. A fucking. Haste.” He growled, slamming the door in their faces.
His brother didn’t come to his chamber until before the afternoon supper. The court must’ve dragged everything to keep Baelor in the small council, recommending every ladies in the westeros second daughters who the small council deemed to be apolitical and unambitious ladies or a small time lord’s daughters.
Sitting at the edge of the bed, he had time to contemplate whatever happened. Biting his fingers, Maekar looked down again. His cock was replaced with a cunt. It left him felt like an alien at first, but in some minuscule time went, Maekar had accepted that maybe this was his new reality.
He had been pacing back and forth in the room when Baelor appeared as he closed the door, Maekar started to unfastened his robe.
Baelor still on his day clothes, a knee length dark blue doublet with a velvet narrow piece over his shoulder to the opposite hip. Baelor’s eyes wide open then he smirked, “Did you miss your lekia so much?”
“Shut up.” Maekar hit him on the shoulder, he opened his robe letting it fell into the floor, pointing at his genitalia. “Fucking look.”
He came closer, their body just a breath away from each other. Baelor’s hand hovered over Maekar’s cunt as he stared, “How?”
“Do I look like I fucking know?” Maekar tried to wrecked his own mind to remembered of what the fuck did he do. Dinner, small council, talking to maesters, dragging Daeron from brothel, reprimanding Aerion, walking in the godswood…the wish.
“Lekia.” Maekar muttered.
“Hm?” Baelor looked up, furrowing his eyebrows.
“I made a wish.”
“A wish?” He titled his head, “A wish upon the stars, did you?”
“It’s not fucking funny.”
“Apologized,” Baelor placed his hands on Maekar hips, low enough that its borderline touching his rear, he guided them to the edge of the bed. They faced each other.
“I broke a small tree twig after I whispered my…wish.”
“And? What did you wish?” Moving his hands to Maekar’s, softly playing with his fingers. Maekar shivered whenever his cold ring lingered.
“Its—the sevens it sound fucking ridiculous.” He looked away. “I wish to be able to give heir.”
For a minute, Baelor stilled. Maekar could feel Baelor’s eyes staring at him, clenching his jaw, Maekar took back his hands away.
“No—” Baelor reached for him. “Stop, what I meant was—taken aback. That is all.”
He gave him a glare.
“How long the wish would last?” Baelor put his hands on Maekar’s chest, pushed him to the bed as he straddled Maekar. “And do you think we can have our own children?”
“What a perverted way of thinking, brother.” Maekar rested his legs encircling Baelor hips, pushing them together closer that Baelor’s cock nudged on his new cunt. “Imagining your brother waddling pregnant around the Red Keep?”
All the worry inside of him, vanished the moment Baelor's hands touching his bare skin.
“Fuck.” Baelor pulled back, tracing his hips through his ankle. Baelor kissed it as he gazed his mismatched eyes toward Maekar. One of his hand splayed in Maekar’s stomach, caressing up and down before stopping on above the clit.
Hissing at the tingling feeling from his cunt to stomach. Baelor experimentally let his thumb softly stroke it, groaning and panting, Maekar tossed his head to the back as Baelor sliding his finger down to his slit, teasingly touch the hole.
“Wet already?”
He didn’t even realized his cunt already leaking slicks. Looking up to see Baelor smiling widely at his state of a mess; his cheeks stained with red as his chest heaving with anticipation grew along with desire. Abruptly, Baelor lips touched his ankle and down to his inner thigh, nipping the skin as Maekar jolted as his hands delved into Baelor’s hair. Tugging and pushing it away, the indecisiveness. Maekar wanted more.
Putting his hands around Maekar’s thigh, pulling his as close as Baelor desire and then he sucked on Maekar’s clit. Tentatively, he licked against the folds as he groaning as the taste of his fluid, lapping at it, not letting any of it to waste. Maekar bucked with his hands griped tighter on Baelor’s hair, crying out as he clenched his cunt around nothing with his legs pushed on Baelor’s back. Like a fire burned low on his cunt, the heat brought pleasure through his body. Shiver trailed through his body.
Maekar stunted at the sensitivity he felt during all of this. More intense. More. More. More. He shakily moving one of his hand to covered his mouth as he let out another whimpers.
“Valonqar, so good to me.” Baelor let out a shameless moan as he put his tongue swirling the clit with such eagerness that turned into a hurried movement. Maekar could feel the way the bed dip as Baelor humped on the bed.
Breathlessly, he moaned as he rake his fingernails against his scalp. “More—i want more, brother—” He cut off with a moaned as Baelor put a finger in and open mouth kissed his cunt again and again. Maekar closed his eyes relishing at the feeling.
Adding another finger, Maekar felt full. It was just a second finger, he thought to himself. Bur Baelor movement, slow and leisurely in and out of his cunt, spreading the fluid on his cunt and thigh.
Then, Baelor inced away his face from Maekar’s cunt still with his fingers inside. He added another finger. That’s three finger. A jolt went through his body, Maekar unconsciously grind back on Baelor’s finger, letting himself loose. A wicked grin formed on Baelor’s face; gazing at Maekar flushed face and chest as slowly rode his finger, chasing his own peak.
Baelor put Maekar’s right leg on his shoulder, caging it. Maekar could feel the heat from the way his leg touched his shoulder. He stoped Maekar hips from moving, a mewled left his lips. He tried reaching over Baelor wrist, “Why? I want—need to cum. Please—please, brother please.”
Smiling at him, Baelor, the brute, pulled out his fingers. “Stay still, will you?”
“No.” His heart pounding, begging, his head felt light headed and buzzing. “Not this time. Please—lekia, please.”
“Only this one.” With a wet squelch his fingers found the spot, Maekar tried to jerked away but Baelor held him down. Maekar turned to the side, clutching on the pillow as the fingers touched that spot again. He gasped with such intensity, the fingers thoroughly pumping faster.
Fuck.
Without any warning, Baelor turned him on his knees with his ass up in the air. With his finger still inside him, Baelor nip at his bud and flicked his tongue against it. His finger thrust firmly with such speed. Arching his back, Maekar wantonly moans.
“Brother–” The familiar feeling of pleasure intensely turned into a coil of rope tightly rotating his lower belly. “I’m going to cum—”
His brother didn’t replied but he lapped at his cunt vigorously.
Another stroke of fingers curling on that specific spot, Maekar vision whitened. Arching his back more as he clenched around Baelor’s fingers, letting his slick gushed on Baelor’s mouth as he slurping at the taste of his cum.
“That’s it sweetling.” Baelor’s caressing his rear as Maekar still sluggishly thrusting on his fingers.
Maekar huffed, panting as he slumping forward to the pillow as his cunt too sensitive to move. Sweats fell down from his skins. He looked back to see Baelor hurriedly trying to unbuckling his belt, shoving down any clothes he wore, tossing them to the floor, and in his naked glory, coming back to the bed. He nuzzled against Maekar lower spine, his nose poked and slowly breathed in Maekar’s scents as he left a tender kisses went up to his neck.
Baelor rested his arms on the side of his shoulder as he bit and lick at Maekar’s neck followed by lining up his stiff cock against his cunt.
Maekar hissed, an overwhelming arousal brought out a moan.
He let out a triumph noise as he successfully persuaded Maekar to closed his thigh, with the leftover slick of cum, groaning at the tight and warm feeling around his cock. Baelor rutted on his cunt. “Give me another, please… sweetling….”
Maekar could feel the warmth spreading from the way Baelor sliding his cock against him. He whimpered as the cock touched the clit. At first, Baelor’s hands splayed on his lower back before moving to the side of his hips, squeezing whenever he tried to go faster. Then, it moved to his pecks, give out another squeezed before moving again to his hips.
“Such a good brother.” A soft pleasure pants from Baelor send shiver to Maekar’s spine. “Aren’t you brother?”
Nodding, Maekar pushed back as he clenched around nothing. “Lekia—lekia in me—put your cock in me.”
He rolled Maekar on his back, a fucked out expression; a trail of spit down of his mouth, his chest went up and down when he took a deep breath, a flushed cheeks. Baelor bring both of Maekar’s leg up to the side of his hips, holding his cock to precisely nudged again on his clit. He slapped his cock against the clit as Maekar desperately bucked.
“Baelor—brother,” He gasped, grasping for Baelor’s wrists.
Baelor chuckled, “What?”
“Stop teasing.” Staring down his brother, “And fuck me.”
Baelor let himself down, face to face, placing an open mouth kiss on Maekar’s lips. Humping against the cunt, he hummed as Maekar’s pulling him closer, their teeth grind each other, putting a thumb on Maekar’s mouth. Baelor nudged his mouth wide open, letting their tongue pressed and curled around.
Maekar whimpered as he scratched Baelor’s back, swallowing his gasp. Baelor pressed closer and closer before pulling away. The string of spit connected them together.
Maekar grinned, tilting his head. “Is that all?”
And it seemed, Baelor took that as a dare. “Brat.” He said with his cock already lining up on Maekar’s fold. After all they had done, Baelor’s cock sunk on him smoothly.
“Fuck—Baelor—” But still, Maekar hissed at fullness as if it was up on his lungs. Gasping, he wrapped his arms circling Baelor’s shoulder. He smack him. “Faster—please.”
Baelor did as he was told. An air punched out of Maekar lungs, sound of the cock sliding in and out of his cunt—wet, sinful with a shame filled his lungs. His cunt dripped with slicks. It felt too good. His brother fucking him and his intention was to—
A wet slapped of skin hitting each other echoed through out the room with a mixed of moans from him and Baelor.
“Shit, valonqar.” Baelor bit down on Maekar shoulder, licking at it. “So good, so warm.”
He slowed down as he hovered on top of Maekar. Baelor let out a string of spit out of his mouth and Maekar eagerly accepted it. With his legs on his shoulder, Baelor folded him in a half as he thrust himself and closing the gap between them. Kissing the remaining of the spit, swirling the tongue.
Maekar’s finger rake the nape of Baelor’s neck.
“You’re going to be a good mother.” Baelor moaned. When the words left his lips, Maekar jerked against Baelor, his finger trying to pushed Baelor’s chest but only end up scratching him. The thought of him full with a child, Maekar wanted that.
He thrust on to Baelor’s cock. So deep inside of him, reaching into everywhere of his emptiness. Letting out a cry, Maekar cum again. Clenching around Baelor’s cock, a warm flooded out of his cunt. Baelor hissed, nuzzling on Maekar’s neck.
He panted against Baelor’s ear. The bed underneath him already soaked with their mixed cum.
Baelor didn’t finished yet.
Maekar stroked his back as he grinding on his own sensitive cunt. Whenever Baelor thrust, he bucked instinctively as he moaned.
“Maekar—” From the sound of his voice, pounding his hips harder than ever. Baelor was close.
“In me—in me.” Maekar let his finger frantically dig further on Baelor’s back, wrapping his leg around Baelor’s waist as he pulled him closer. “Come in me, please—please brother.”
Then, Baelor stilled, a long groaned left his mouth. And he just pushed—pushing, not letting Maekar moved with his cock twitched inside of him, a warm liquid flooded him cunt.
A high pitch moan left his lips as Maekar felt himself weakened, closing his eyes, letting the weight of Baelor on top grounded him, lulling himself to sleep.
Waking up in the middle of the night, Maekar head rested on Baelor’s arms and Baelor next to him with his arms possessively around his waist with his cock still inside of him. The wet slick dripped down from his cunt to his thigh, touching his stomach. Slightly rounded from Baelor’s cock inside and how many Baelor cum on him.
His cunt clenched.
Somehow, Baelor tightened at his hold over Maekar.
Maekar pushed Baelor on his back as he straddling him with new hunger. He pulled up with Baelor’s cock almost out from his cunt before sinking down on him. Letting out barely audible sound, he shoved himself down on all of Baelor’s cock.
Baelor sighed as his eyes gradually opened, dumbstruck at Maekar on top of him, going up and down, stretching himself out on his cock. Finding a perfect steady pace, Maekar put a hand on Baelor’s chest as his leverage, he wasn’t gentle with his pace either.
Yet he found himself saying: “Yes—brother like that.”
Closing his eyes, getting lost on euphoria that steadily grow closer and closer. One of Baelor’s hand stayed on his hips squeezing it with another one tweaking at his nipple. A moan he let out getting louder and louder as he felt himself getting closer to the edge.
“Incorrigible.” His voice were roughed, sleepy-addled with a promised behind it and with a shaky exhale, Baelor thrust himself to Maekar’s cunt.
A cry escaped his lips, Maekar tipped over with his cheek plastered on Baelor’s chest. “Fuck—ah ah ah...”
“That’s all you can say?” Baelor slid his hands down to his rear, lifting him up and shoving Maekar down. “Ah ah ah…” He mocked.
Maekar couldn’t bring himself to be angry because all he could was take the way Baelor pounding into him with such ferocious intensity that made him opened his mouth and let out the only thing he could do, a moan after another moan with his hands clutching on Baelor’s shoulder and tightening his hold over Baelor’s hips.
Baelor kissed the side of his head before thrust himself up again and again as the bed creaked underneath their weight. And stopping, but Maekar body arching and twitching and Baelor would thrust into him again.
Somehow tears streaming down on his face. Maekar sobbed, “Please, have mercy brother.”
But Baelor didn’t listen to him.
The familiar waves of arousal getting closer, the hard cock twitched as it pressed against him. Maekar nip at Baelor’s ear, twisting and lick it with his lips. His orgasm building, its near around the corner with another thrust, Baelor stilled and grunting as he pushed Maekar down, filling him with all of his cock. Maekar clenched tight; a gush of cum spilled out, slowly dribbling out their mixed of cum and seed.
Both of them gasping for breath. Facing each other, swallowing each other air. Maekar still on top of Baelor.
Baelor kissed his cheek, he tucked away any stray hair out of Maekar’s face, whispering: “Sleep, I’ll clean you up.”
With that, his eyes beginning to drop. Maekar let himself being pulled into the state of sleep.
His cunt still stayed with him no matter how many moons have passed. It seemed the magic was permanent. Nothing changed, really. Baelor and Maekar resumed their relationship even when they still need to hide themselves from their children and family. Seeing them touched each other have never been something new, it was a common thing to see. No one would bat an eye at them.
So he did his duties as expected of him from visiting other lords to discussed about alliances, Maekar also inviting himself to Baelor’s diplomacy duty or staying overnight on the Tower of the Hand. If there was noises, no one would dare to complain anyway.
At first he didn’t noticed it, brushing it off as an altered of his palate. Maekar started to craved Dornish oranges and its spicy spices. He’d asked for more goat milk as if he’s a child, abandoning wine because the smell made him nauseous. Even texture of turkey leg, his usual favourite part, Maekar would spat it out.
Baelor would looked at him with concerned. Asking him if he was feeling unwell but Maekar ignored it until he couldn’t
Another moons turn, Maekar vomited at any sweet smelling food. He ate more than he could, but his stomach churned and Maekar would run toward the chamber pot, puking the content of his stomach yet the only thing that coming out was a clear fluid, yet his belly bump grew. His chest swollen tender along the fatigue. So Maekar decided to call upon a maester that could shut his mouth when needed.
And he told Maester everything.
The maester hands lightly pushed around his belly. “My Prince, have you considered that you’re pregnant?”
Maekar looked at him ridiculously. Him? Pregnant? He wasn’t a lady. “But I am not a lady.”
“You’re not but you have lady’s part.” The maester pointed out.
“Fuck me.” Leaning back, Maekar covered his face with his hands, gently pressing with a fluttering bloomed in his stomach, he wanted to scream. Sighing, Maekar put his face on the pillow and scream as loud as he contented.
The maester squinting at him. “Do you know who’s the father?”
“Of course I fucking know.” His jaw set, terror engulfed his face. “Don’t tell or I’ll have your head.”
“Yes, My Prince. I will carry this to my graves.”
“Don’t be dead before I get this child out of me.”
“You’re keeping it?”
Maekar laid his hands on his stomach, unbelievable. A warmth radiated through his palm, a child grew in his stomach. “I supposed, its been my wish.”
How was he going to tell his parents?
As soon as small council session finished, the lords dispersed out of the room, Maekar found Baelor still hunching over the papers. Placing a hand on Baelor’s collar, he pulled him from his seat and dragged him out of the room to his chambers.
Baelor let out sound of protest along the way, Maekar silenced him by tugging his collar down. Barging into the room, Maekar closed the door.
Baelor’s mouth opened to ask but before he could say anything, Maekar cut him off, “I’m with a child.”
He blinked in a slow motion, taking it in. Baelor gawked in disbelief. “How?”
“Well, two people loves each other very much and they—”
“I know how intercourse work. How?” Putting a hand on Maekar’s stomach. It wasn’t visible unless you actually felt how rounded his stomach was.
Maekar sighed, placing a hand on top of Baelor’s, “Maester Jehan said I have lady parts. Not just the genitalia, but also a womb.”
Baelor moved closer with that Maekar took a chance to tangled his fingers around Baelor hair gently caressing it before yank it harshly. “You stupid man. I will castrate you!”
“Ack, sweetling—is this how you treat your future husband?” Baelor grimacing as his body moved whenever Maekar tugged his hair again.
“Husband?” He stopped, his hands slid down to Baelor’s shoulders. “Will a septon even accept it?”
“A valyrian tradition.” Baelor said, his eyes creased with a small pulling his cheeks upward. “We do not need a septon, Aerys can officiated the wedding, Rhaegel along with the children as a witness.”
They took no time, dragging everyone to the Dragonstone; Rhaegel bounced with joy, in contrast Aerys grumbled all the way. The children were confused, what were they doing in Dragonstone but with their parents insistence, they all garbed with formal clothes.
When the children realized, attending a wedding of Maekar and Baelor, all of them asked questions: crowding them, their voices overlapping each other.
Baelor gave him a glare and all of them took a step back. “We will tell you after this.” He took Maekar’s hands, bringing them closer to his lips.
A smile formed in his face, wide and radiant. Maekar’s brood silenced, seeing their father smile so bright, that they have never seen him like this.
Maekar and Baelor facing each other, clad in traditional valyrian clothes in front of Aerys as their officiated. A valyrian wedding didn’t need a septon, so long there was an officiate their marriage would be lawful.
With a dragonglass dagger, Baelor made a small cut in Maekar’s lips, letting the blood flowed and wiped the excess with his thumb, the excess blood placed in Maekar’s forehead. Maekar did the same thing to Baelor, then he cut his palm letting the blood flow freely.
They clasped their hands together with a band, their blood mixed dripped into the fire. One soul. One Blood. One fire.
“Hen lantoti ānogar,” Blood of two. Aerys bound their hands as he spoke in high valyrian. “Izulī ampā perzī.” Two hearts as embers.
Rhaegel gave them the wine cup. Baelor took it and drank it first, then Maekar bring it closer to his lips, a small amount of acid and sweet taste of it spread through his tongue.
“Prūmī lantī setēksi.” Forged in fourteen fires.
Maekar cupped his brother’s cheek with his free hand, the scratchy trim beard touched his palm as Baelor leaned into it. “I love you.” He mouthed. A soft waves of the sea crushed itself against the cliff beneath them. Maekar felt the bubble of happiness swelled in his being.
“Sȳndoro ōñō jēdo.” The vow spoken through time.
Baelor rested his forehead against Maekar, staring lovingly each others eyes. His loving brother. His one and only.