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Out of all the Alphas in his family to find him like this, why must it be his terrifying Uncle Aemond? Lucerys's mind despairs. He would've even taken cruel Aegon over the uncle he maimed as a child.
Lucerys's heat has come on suddenly and almost violently. It wasn't due for another fortnight. Although in his increasingly foggy mind, he supposes that between the stress of his legitimacy being contented and being surrounded by so many alphas it's been triggered early.
Lucerys has felt alpha eyes on him since the moment they arrived back in King's Landing. The most searing one being his uncle. Aemond's violet eye followed Lucerys with intensity. Those looks made Luke feel flustered and warm under his skin.
They had been close once upon a time. Lucerys had been fond of his studious uncle. Aemond has always had this magnetism about him and Luke has always been pulled towards him. When the Maesters had confirmed Aemond was a budding alpha just like Aegon and Jace, Luke had wept, worried that his uncle wouldn't want to be around him anymore. Lucerys knew he was more likely a beta or omega. But Aemond had reassured him that he wasn't that cruel, and that as long as Lucerys could keep up with him, they could still spend time together.
But that was before the Pink Dread prank.
Lucerys regretted that deeply. He had gotten caught up being invited into Jace's and Aegon's mischief.
He also deeply regretted taking his uncle's eye. He had just wanted to protect his brother. Aemond had looked so smug and vindictive. Lucerys just wanted him to stop being so mean.
So tonight Lucerys has tried his hardest to be on his best behavior at their family supper. Not only for the sake of his Grandsire but also for his mother. He had even been a little jealous of Jace for dancing with their Aunt Helaena. Out of their mother's siblings, Helaena has always been the kindest one. A fellow omega with unique hobbies but immense kindness. It's a pity she was forced to marry Aegon.
In the flurry of discord at the dinner, Lucerys finds himself feeling flush. He's not sure it's just from anger. It feels deeper than that. It feels like there's cotton stuffed in his ears and liquid fire in his veins.
Unbeknownst to Lucerys, he begins releasing pheromones. Sweet and heady ones.
It's surprisingly easy for Lucerys to slip away from his siblings and cousins on their way back to their sleeping quarters. He catches a pleasant scent and his feet follow of their own accord.
He feels hot all over. There's an itch under his skin that he cannot scratch. He rubs a hand down his overheated face.
Heat. Luke realizes. Seven hells, I'm in heat.
There's a fog clouding over his mind. He feels dizzy and disoriented. There's still that pleasant scent in the air though. Cedar and smoke and citrus. Saliva fills his mouth and he digs his fingers into the flesh of his hands.
Relief. He wants relief and comfort. He wants an alpha to come and make sense of all this. To scent him and knot him.
Lucerys closes his eyes against the onslaught of overwhelming emotions coursing through him.
He nearly stumbles to the ground when suddenly big hands catch him.
A whine escapes his lips.
Those big hands come to rest on his lithe waist and Lucerys sways into the caress.
It's an alpha, Lucerys knows. One who is big and strong and smells heavenly, like cedar and smoke and citrus. Oh he found them! Another little whine falls from his lips.
"Shhh," the alpha murmurs, "I've got you, little omega."
One of those big alpha hands moves from Lucerys's waist to his neck. The alpha squeezes a little, his thumb grazing the scent gland. Lucerys shivers at the touch. This alpha is big and strong. Lucerys feels dizzy with desire just thinking about this strong alpha mating him.
"Alpha," he pants, rubbing his body along the broad one holding him.
The alpha makes a happy rumble in his throat.
Lucerys's eyes are still closed but they flutter at the noise. He responds with a purr of his own. That pleases the alpha because they then nuzzle at Lucerys's temple, scent marking him just a little bit. The alpha pulls him even closer.
"Big alpha," Lucerys can't help the whimper from coming out.
The alpha chuckles and nips at his earlobe.
Lucerys's eyes flutter again. He wants to see the alpha, wants to touch and taste. Blindly he reaches up, cupping the alpha's face. There's sharp cheekbones and lovely lips. He reaches up higher until he catches the feel of leather.
A shiver runs down Lucerys's spine. His eyes open wide as he takes in the alpha gripping him. Aemond.
"Uncle," he whimpers.
The look Aemond gives him is lascivious. Lucerys can practically taste the pheromones his uncle is putting out on his tongue. He swallows and Aemond stares at his Adam's Apple bobbing.
"Nephew," he replies, nipping at Lucerys's earlobe again.
Lucerys can feel slick beginning to slide down his thighs. Aemond takes a deep breath.
"Please," Lucerys whines.
Aemond squints his eye at him. "Please what, nephew?"
Tears begin to fall down his cheeks. "Don't hurt me."
Aemond brings his thumbs up to catch the tears from Lucerys's eyes. He swipes some away before leaning in and licking them off his cheeks.
"You cry so pretty, nephew," he whispers.
Lucerys trembles in his uncle's arms. He's still overheated and aroused but also confused and a little frightened.
"Please-"
Aemond quiets his cry with a harsh kiss. It is brutal and unyielding. Lucerys swallows all the intensity Aemond pours into the kiss. His uncle sucks and bites his way into his mouth. His tongue meets Luke's in demanding brutality. The younger moans, falling into the delicious sensations. It eases some of the ache inside him.
When Aemond finally releases him to catch a breath, his uncle clutches his face in his strong hands. "When an omega seeks out an alpha during their heat that means they want their help, hmm?" It's phrased like a question but Lucerys knows it is not. Aemond is simply stating a fact.
Lucerys whines and nods. It's true. His omega instincts had led him right to his uncle. A strong and formidable alpha.
"You want my help, little Luke?" Aemond asks.
Lucerys pouts, "Not little."
Aemond chuckles darkly, "But certainly strong."
Lucerys glares at his uncle. He uses what little energy he has to try and get out of his grasp but it's no use. Aemond is bigger and stronger. He holds on tight.
"Don't be like that, Lucerys. You want my knot, don't you?" His uncle whispers the words in his ear, hot breath and delicious scent causing Lucerys to shiver.
He does. He really does.
Lucerys has never taken a knot before. But oh how he wants. He craves it. He has spent every one of his heats desperately crying out for an alpha to knot and breed him. Only he is surprised that his uncle wants to give him his.
He can feel his uncle's hard length against his thigh. It makes Lucerys's mouth water.
He turns his head a little, catches Aemond's eye, "I do. I want it."
Aemond rubs his thumb against Lucerys's bottom lip. The younger pants, opens his mouth to let the digit inside and sucks. His uncle groans, pulling his thumb out after a moment so he can devour Lucerys's mouth once more.
"I'm going to ruin you," Aemond promises against his lips. With that, he grabs Lucerys and swings him over his shoulder so he can carry him to his chambers.
Lucerys makes a little noise of protest but it's quelled by a smack to his ass by his uncle.
Aemond keeps a firm grip on his nephew the minimal distance it takes until they arrive at his quarters. He unceremoniously places his nephew atop his bed. Lucerys gazes up at him through his long lashes. His eyes blown wide with lust. His pink tongue sticks out as he wets his lips.
Once again, Aemond is struck by how beautiful Lucerys is. Lithe and soft with toned muscle underneath. A lovely little omega.
Aemond had heard rumors of his nephew's beauty and delicious scent. Saltwater and citrus and moss. Aegon had told him, breath full of wine, how their second nephew had grown to be a pretty omega. One who had suitors clambering to take his hand and mate him. That just won't do. Lucerys is Aemond's to ruin. He has been since he took his eye that night at Driftmark.
Lucerys owes him a debt and the insolent boy will pay in full. Aemond will mate with the bastard prince, knot him over and over, and leave him ruined for any alpha in his future.
Aemond drinks in the sight of his nephew lying in his bed. He squirms under his uncle's gaze, helplessly pulling at his clothes and biting his lip.
"Uncle," Lucerys whines pitifully, weakly reaching out to him, "Alpha."
Stalking forward towards the bed, Aemond strips himself bare and smirks at the widened look of awe and want on his nephew's face.
Lucerys begins to pull his own clothing off in earnest now but it takes much effort with how dazed he's become. Aemond smirks, enjoying watching the younger struggle. His impatience runs out quick though, and he leans on the bed, over his nephew to help him along.
The whimpers and moans Lucerys lets out cause Aemond's dick to twitch. He needs to slide into that tight heat. To be the first and only cock his nephew takes.
Aemond hums appreciatively at the naked lithe form of Lucerys. His whole body has gone flush and his cock stands at attention. His untouched and unmarked scent gland fully revealed. The cloying scent of the omega's slick hits Aemond's nose.
It's glorious.
A growl rips from his throat.
Swiftly, he pulls Lucerys's hips towards his own. They grind together, both desperate for friction. Lucerys moans, high and needy. There's a burning need crawling down Aemond's spine, burning him from the inside out. He wants to wreck his nephew, wants to devour him whole. He wants him undone and desperate.
He runs his hands down the younger's body and imagines all the marks he is going to leave on that pale skin soon.
The omega brings his own hands up to grasp his broad shoulders, nails biting into the flesh. Aemond relishes in the bite of pain.
"There's my little spitfire," he teases, sweeping down to capture the omega's mouth once more. Lucerys whines, kissing back ferociously, biting down on his uncle's lip. Aemond bites back before pulling back, spitting into Lucerys's open mouth. The omega licks his lips.
Aemond feels more slick gush from his nephew as he lavishes more kisses and nips down his ivory throat. He is rock hard but he's enjoying making the omega wait. Lucerys moans, baring his throat. Aemond's alpha instinct flare up at the blatant submission. He scrapes his teeth along the scent gland, relishing in the sound of Lucerys's cry.
It is with insurmountable restraint that Aemond pulls back after sucking a bruise just under the scent gland.
Aemond will not bite him just yet. He wishes to be inside his nephew when their bond slides into place.
Lucerys stares at him, eyes dazed and open mouth. His lips begin to form words but Aemond shushes him
"Turn over," he commands.
With shaky limbs, Lucerys follows the order. Sweat and slick glisten his entire body. Once the omega's back is to Aemond, he takes control of his hips.
"Yes," Lucerys whimpers, throwing a wanton look over his shoulder at his uncle.
Aemond groans. The last shreds of his restraint slowly unraveling. He runs his big hands over the small of his nephew's back and the curve of his ass. His broad hands slip down lower and lower. Lucerys is so wet already that it's nothing at all for him to slip two fingers in.
"Please," Lucerys moans, shifting backward chasing those long fingers inside.
Pulling his fingers out, Aemond drops a kiss to the center of the omega's back.
He begins rubbing his cock between his nephew's cheeks, teasing his rim. "Come on, arch that pretty back for me."
Lucerys does as he's told. He wants to please the alpha.
"Good boy," Aemond praises as he eases his cock right into Lucerys.
His nephew lets out a choked sob.
The alpha begins thrusting in earnest. Lucerys is wet and pliant underneath him. Aemond knows he is big, probably a little too big to be taken so roughly on a first time, but Lucerys makes no show of pain. His nephew only moans and keeps shifting backwards to fit more of the alpha's cock inside him.
Aemond presses in harder and rougher, the omega tightening his grip on the bed linens, mewling, half his face pressed to the bed. He is completely gone for his little Lord Strong. His thrusts are delicious, pounding, he's almost too large to slip out. Lucerys's body arches but his uncle holds him close, soothing him, guiding him through it.
"You're taking it so well, Dōna valonqar."
Aemond squeezes Lucerys's hips, leaning over him to kiss up his spine and nip at the nape of his neck where his scent is its strongest.
"Please, kepa," Lucerys moans, tilting his head back, baring his pretty little throat again.
Upon hearing his nephew crying out for him in Valyrian, Aemond becomes a slave to instinct. He growls, a deep guttural sound, and Lucerys coos in kind. He bits down hard at his nephew's scent gland, blood filling his mouth.
The bond snaps into place. Aemond's thrusts stutter, overcome with emotion. It feels so right, so perfect.
The pressure is building inside the omega and all the right places are being rubbed and pressed. Lucerys feels so full, feels like crying because of the duality of this feeling of being used and taken care of. His uncle is taking him apart and putting him back together again.
"My brave boy," Aemond whispers into the bond bite, "My brave, little omega."
Aemond suddenly pulls out only to flip Lucerys over to his front. He slides back in with renewed fervor. He hitches his nephew's hips higher, bending the boy nearly in half.
"Kepa, alpha," Lucerys sobs, trembling in his uncle's arms. His eyes rolling back as the alpha keeps hitting the spot inside that makes him see stars.
"I've got you," Aemond promises, capturing Lucerys's lips in a fierce kiss.
His thrusts pick up, edging towards frantic. He's close. Lucerys clenches around him, listens to the punched out little noise he makes in response.
Aemond wraps one of his big hands around Luke's cock, swiping his thumb over the head. Lucerys's mouth falls open in a soundless shout as he spills, thin spurts of cum across his stomach and chest. Aemond works him through it, still jerking him in time with his thrusts. It's the work of only a few more moments before Aemond himself is cumming, hips working tight little circles as he rides out his orgasm. Then they're locked together. Aemond’s knot snug inside his nephew. Lucerys nearly weeps at how wonderfully full he feels.
Aemond takes his nephew's face in his hands and peppers it with kisses. "Dōna valonqar, you did so well. You're mine now. You're all mine."
Lucerys cries a little, tears clustered in his eyelashes. His doe eyes watch Aemond with both curiosity and desire. Aemond rubs his thumb against his bond bite and smirks at the little flinch of pain on his omega's face.
Slowly, Lucerys raises his hand to Aemond's cheek. His gentle fingers graze the scar on his uncle's face. A scar he caused. A pain he inflicted.
Aemond turns and kisses the palm of his nephew's hand, "You marked me first, dear nephew. When you sliced my eye out."
Lucerys inhales a breath but holds his gaze.
"You became mine the moment you did that. Only now have you become aware."
Aemond awaits Lucerys's response, to maybe cry or object, but the omega simply slots his lips over Aemond's. The kiss starts out sweet but quickly turns demanding. Lucerys bites into his mouth, desperate to claim. Aemond bites back. His knot presses against the sweet spot inside his omega, who squeaks at the movement.
Lucerys draws his lips away from his uncle's to press a soft kiss to his scar.
It pulls Aemond up short.
"I'm sorry, kepa," Lucerys's voice is soft but strong, "I'm so sorry. I only wanted to protect my brother, but I've carried so much guilt all these years for hurting you. I thought of you often."
He tugs on the leather strap covering Aemond's eye socket. "May I?"
Aemond cannot find the words to speak. He allows his nephew to remove the leather eyepatch that hides his disfigurement.
Lucerys's breath catches at the sight of the sapphire in place of his lost eye. The younger leans up and kisses the sapphire just as gently. Aemond trembles and clutches his omega closer.
Their fates have been intertwined ever since they were children. Lucerys has always been his to take. His little omega is fiery and strong. A good mate for an alpha such as himself.
They're bonded now, for life. No one can undo it. Dare to see anyone try.
Aemond drops his forehead to his nephew's. "We need not dwell on the past any longer. You are mine. I am yours."
Lucerys gives him a sleepy smile and nods.
They adjust to find a more comfortable position while still tied together. Lucerys whines and winces, but Aemond comforts him with a soft kiss. Holding him close to his chest, petting his dark curls.
He has never seen anything as beautiful as his nephew, sated and warm in his arms. He can't stop himself from touching his omega all over, grazing fingers along the expanse of his chest and back. Lucerys enjoys it even as he begins to doze off. Aemond wants his omega to rest before his heat returns in full force and he becomes insatiable once more. He still has plans for his nephew - his omega - and will need to make sure they stay the course together.