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Aemond had never understood desire. His brother often complained he was too uptight, too prudish, as he refused to disgrace himself by accompanying him to the brothels. He had no desire for whores, not much for pretty maidens either; it was a bore. He felt none of the excitement he was told he should feel. Sure he pleasured himself when the need arose; he was after all, a young man. Though he saw it as more a clinical task than an indulgence, mechanically working himself until he was spent. He wondered if this may change once he was betrothed, but he doubted he'd ever find it more thrilling than flying on Vhagar or fighting a worthy opponent and triumphing. Nothing could compare to the thrill, the all-encompassing feeling of power one felt
Aemond had never understood desire; that is until he saw Dark Sister flash, and Vaemond Valeyron’s blood dripping over the throne room floor. Aemond couldn’t have imagined how his mouth would go dry, breathing laboured, arousal pumping at witnessing his uncle Daemon behead someone. That he would gaze at his uncle with burning need as he stood over the body. His presence was all-encompassing, and Aemond’s breath hitched at the incredible display of power he'd just witnessed. The strength, the violence, the fearlessness. His uncle was power, the very image of a dragon. Aemond stood rooted to the spot as the chaos continued around him, blood pumping in his ears loudly, barely hearing what was happening around him as he gazed at his uncle, eye glazed.
Shock coursed through him as he realised his cock was hardening, arousal growing, thoughts swirling through his head. He wanted to be him. He wanted to be wanted by him. Was this desire? He was shepherded from the throne room, and he stumbled dazedly as his mother ushered him out with his siblings. He turned from them, breathing heavily, trying to get his ever-growing problem under control. He turned to walk away.
“Aemond, where are you going?" his mother called.
"To my chambers, mother", he grits, afraid to turn around. He hoped his tunic would be long enough to hide himself and was thankful he was not yet fully hard.
"No, you are to take your brother and sister to their chambers and stay with them until supper. Make sure your brother does not drink too much."
He scowled, turning but nodded, allowing his mother to kiss his forehead and smile her thanks before she took her leave. He glowered at his brother before taking his sister's hand, gesturing for his brother to follow as they walked together to their chambers.
***
“What’s the matter with you?” Aegon drawled as he lay sprawled across his couch.
Helena sat in an armchair, quietly embroidering. Aemond sat in the chair beside her, tense and on edge. He had never wanted to touch his cock so badly, and yet he could not, as he was stuck babysitting his idiot drunk of a brother.
“Nothing”, he snarled.
Aegon rolled his eyes, “you know you don’t have to stay here with us, fuck off and do whatever it is you do when you’re like this.” He gestured lazily before reaching over to the goblet beside him pouring himself a large glass of wine.
"Mother asked me to stay", he griped.
“Ahh yess, and mother’s darling boy would never disobey her, would he?” Aegon mocked.
Aemond snarled, reaching forward and snatching the goblet from Aegon's hand, ignoring his noises of protest as he shoved him hard in the chest.
"Leave him be; he's having a revelation of sorts.”
Both brothers turned to stare at their sister, who continued with her embroidery. "He shall learn many things in the coming hours."
Aemond stared at her, his cheeks reddening. Did she know? Did she know how his cock had responded to the previous violent display? He reddened still.
“Did you see something?” he asked harshly.
Helena smiled slightly before dreamily saying, "I shan't spoil the surprise."
The brothers continued to stare before turning to each other. Aegon shrugged before retrieving another goblet and pouring himself another cup. Aemond sat back down and began drinking the wine in his hand. Helena's words hanging over him, he ground his teeth wishing for the feast to begin soon so he may finally be granted time to himself to work through his very confusing feelings.
***
The feast was insufferable. Aemond sat tense and upright, feeling he may snap at any moment, itching for a fight, hyper-aware of his uncle's presence. He jumps to his feet when Jace does, letting it be known that any act of aggression would be met tenfold.
And then that fucking pig. His little bastard nephew, who had ripped his eye from him laughed, snickering at Aemond smugly. Anger, frustration, boiled within him. The sight of his laughing nephew, reminding him of the small boy he once was, mocked and humiliated by his brother and nephews. The last straw on his tenuous good behaviour snaped, and he rose to his feet abruptly, heart pounding in his chest.
"Final tribute", he projects loudly, feeling all eyes on him.
“To the health of my nephews, Jace, Luke, and Joffery, each of them handsome, wise….. strong", he sneered smugly.
“Aemond” his mother hissed.
But he ignored her, hardly hearing her over the anger bubbling inside of him, all his effort working on appearing unaffected.
“Come let us drain our cups to these three strong boys.”
"I dare you to say it again", Jace fumes.
“Why? Twas only a compliment. Do you not think yourself strong?" he goaded, delighting in his nephew's anger.
He barely feels it when Jace punches him. Not so strong after all, he smirks as he pushes Jace to the floor with laughable ease, the chaos erupting around him.
“Why would you say such a thing” his mother hisses.
"I was merely expressing how proud I am of my family mother", Aemond taunts. “Though it seems my nephew aren’t quite as proud of theirs!”
Jace tries to rush towards him again Aemond laughs. Oh, how he’d love to fight out his frustrations.
“Wait, wait.”
Daemon steps in front of Jace, halting his action, gesturing for him to remain behind him.
Aemond remains frozen in place, heart pounding in his chest as Daemon turns to him, hands placed on his sword. He looks at him with almost amused exasperation, but no one could deny the challenge he silently imposed.
Aemond stared at him, drinking in his attention, heart hammering wildly as his uncle commanded the space, the room, power radiating off him. His uncle’s presence and attention was near overwhelming. He likes it; he grows hot under it, cock hardening as jolts of arousal shoot through his body. He tries to pull himself together. No one can see how much he likes it, how affected, he needs to escape. He storms off past his uncle, the cool hallway air hitting his face as he thunders down the hallway, determined to reach his chambers and finally seek some relief after a long and confusing day.