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The bass of the music was thrumming through Aemond and he felt himself relaxing against his will. When his idiot brother had suggested to the unruly lot that were their cousins and nephews that they should go to a club and quote: “Get wasted!” he hadn’t thought it to be a good idea.
Sure it wasn’t as if they didn’t talk to their younger family members but it also wasn’t as if they were on good terms. Reflexively he traced the scar that then disappeared behind his eye patch.
His remaining eye then went on to search the boy responsible to glare at him. At least that’s what he told himself. In truth he had been staring at Lucerys the whole evening. And not with the vengeful hunger he usually did. The damn boy was actually wearing a-
“Aemond!”
He flinched at the loud and very drunk voice of his brother. Aegon dropped himself on the sofa next to Aemond in one of the Lounges of the club.
“My dearest brother!” he started and Aemond already felt a headache forming. He wasn’t drunk enough for this. “Stop sulking around here! Haven’t you seen the incredible company we’re in?”
Aemond had to confess this evening was going a lot better than he had anticipated. He knew that on the dance floor Baela, Rhaena and Helaena were having the time of their life together. He was happy for his sister. Only Jacaerys and Lucerys weren’t traceable for him right now which unsettled him a bit.
As if reading his thoughts Aegon exclaimed “Jace is just getting us a new round of drinks! I’m telling you that guy is really alright!”
Aemond raised one eyebrow.
“No! Not like that!” Aegon began defending himself “I mean sure he is a real fan of sports just like me and he has a jawline that is for the gods and is built like a god and he’s funny and smart but… What was my point?”
Silently Aemond began massaging his temples . It wasn’t as if their status as family was a hindrance to them. The fact that his brother was ready to get dicked down by their nephew wasn’t necessarily strange in their family. It just didn’t correlate with his own current problem which he couldn’t find at the moment.
Again Aegon seemed to read his thoughts and said “And little Luke is really going wild on the dance floor! Last time I saw him he was dancing with this real bulk of a guy! That skirt is really working!”
Then he laughed. Aemond couldn’t join in. That skirt. That damn skirt. Upon hearing they were going to a club Luke and the girls had giggled and spent a whole lot of time locked in the bathroom. And when they had emerged from it again Lucerys had put on Eyeliner which accentuated his eyes perfectly and a tight red crop top. And he had been wearing a black skirt that was flowing around him. A goddamn skirt. When seeing him for the first time in that thing Aemond had stared at the boy with clenched fists and it was also probably the first time that upon looking at the boy, it wasn’t his lost eye that was throbbing.
There had been a time in his life when he had never thought of casting Lucerys Velaryon a glance that wasn’t hateful. He had loathed the boy for taking his eye in a fight when they were children. But when they had met by chance about two years ago at the Baratheon‘s that had changed. Running into each other had not been Aemond‘s intention but following the boy outside, screaming at him and demanding he gave him his eye and chasing his car had certainly been. He had meant to scare the boy. To give him a taste of what Aemond had been feeling so many years ago. That was until Luke lost control of his car. The boy had come out unscathed, not even a scratch on him, but Aemond had to confess he had been more scared upon looking at his nephew‘s totalled car than when said nephew had taken his eye. They had begrudgingly made peace with each other.
Until his nephew had turned up in the skirt tonight. A skirt which one only needed to hitch up a little for better access. The thought of his big hands reaching down Lucerys’ body made his skin heat up.
And now Luke was dancing in that fucking thing. With another guy. Again Aemond clenched his fists. This was in no way fair.
“We should get the girls! Jace will be here soon with our drinks!”
Before he could even respond to that Jacaerys appeared with the girls in tow. And with Luke. He was walking between Baela and Rhaena, laughing and with their arms interlinked. He was already stumbling a bit with these milky white legs of his. How could anyone’s skin look so soft?
Immediately Aegon jumped up and made his way towards Jace to “help him with the drinks”. Still laughing the girls came over and huddled together on the couch opposite of Aemond. Aegon managed to get Jace to sit down with him on the couch to Aemond’s right and Luke-
Lucerys stumbled over to Aemond and let himself fall down next to him with another giggle. Aemond’s palms began to sweat.
“Hey Aemond!” began Luke smiling like a child on Christmas Eve “Are you having fun?”
“Sure” Aemond answered dryly and trying to slide away from the boy. But Luke had lost any capacity to assess their closeness and leaned in. He smelled like milk and honey and fresh grass and … was that Tequila?
“Is my eyeliner still alright?”
Aemond looked into Lucerys’ big doe eyes and felt himself get even warmer. The boy had lips so soft and full it was unfair. Plush lips that would look absolutely perfect wrapped around his-
He answered with a quick nod and Luke retreated from him.
He exhaled slowly, unclenching his fists. He had to get himself together.
“I just ordered another round of shots!” Jacaerys interrupted his thoughts.
“Yesss!” was Luke’s reaction to that. Aemond’s furrowed his brows. The boy already seemed really out of it.
“Are you sure you should drink more?” he asked Lucerys who rolled his eyes.
“It’s not my first time at the club!”
Aemond was sure about that even though his nephew had only turned 21 a few weeks ago. Getting into a club especially with older friends and family members was no problem, but Aemond couldn’t imagine that Jacaerys had ever let the boy drink that much. Which would explain why Luke was so plastered.
But before he could try and talk sense into the boy the shots came. The girls answered to that with some hollering and quickly began to give them out. While taking his shot Aemond could distinctly see Aegon place his hand on Jace’s knee. His older nephew didn’t object. Good gods.
Then he fixated his eyes on Lucerys who had eagerly taken his shot into his hand.
“Luke-“ he tried again but it was already too late. Sighing Aemond took his own shot. After years of drinking only the best Whiskey the watered down shots in a shady nightclub weren’t really strong to him. But Lucerys didn’t seem to share his resistance to alcohol.
Luke began leaning into him a bit more. Their knees brushed and Aemond resisted the urge to touch the smooth skin. The skirt had hitched up a bit. Aemond swallowed and send a silent prayer to any God that could hear him.
The girls in front of them were engaging in an animated discussion and on their right Aegon and Jace were talking with their faces so close to each other that Aemond was sure they would start making out any second. He managed to calm down a bit and get his thoughts in order.
„You know, Aemond“ Lucerys suddenly started, very loudly for everyone to hear and slurring his words „I actually really don’t regret taking your eye.“
Everybody froze up and stared at Luke in disbelief. Aemond blinked at the boy leaning on him. Slowly he felt a buzzing in his ears get louder and louder. His hunger for his nephew now mixed with a year long rage over the loss of his eye.
How dare you, he thought to himself, How dare you maim and disfigure me forever and then continue to mock me over it. I‘m gonna smash those pretty teeth in. I will give those pretty eyes some colour to fucking accentuate them. I will make blood flow from those lush lips and paint them the most beautiful red.
The others seemed to be equally shocked about Lucerys‘ words. They had finally for the first time since they were children gotten along with each other. And Luke had to go out of his way and ruin it.
Jacaerys seemed to be ready to get up and defend his brother from Aemond when Lucerys continued: „The eyepatch just looks really hot. Like ten out of ten. I would absolutely fuck you if I had the chance.“
Then he proceeded to lay his head on Aemond‘s shoulder and promptly passed out.
For a second there was complete silence. Then Aemond could hear his brother‘s hysterical laughter and the girls‘ giggling. He could only stare at Lucerys‘ curls on his shoulder, his mind blank.
When he looked up he could see Aegon still laughing whilst Jacaerys looked absolutely gobsmacked.
“Well” his brother exclaimed “Looks like you’re not gonna go home alone tonight, brother!”
Jacaerys seemed to want to say something to that but Aegon promptly took him by the arm and whisked him away to the dance floor.
Very carefully and with about a million thoughts and feelings swirling around in his head, Aemond gently wrapped his arm around Lucerys. The boy hummed contently in his sleep. He was really out of it. He should get the boy home.
Aemond grabbed his nephew a bit tighter and guided him to stand up. Though he didn’t object verbally, Lucerys clearly had something against walking. With almost his whole body weight being carried by Aemond they got to the end of the lounge.
Aemond turned to the girls and said “I’ll take Lucerys home. He needs to sleep this off.”
Helaena smiled at him, humming to the song that was playing. Baela furrowed her brow and shot a worried look at Luke but Aemond immediately added “I swear I will only put him into bed to sleep.”
At that she relaxed and nodded at him.
She is a good friend, Aemond thought to himself while guiding Lucerys through the crowd, But I would never hurt him. At least not in that way.
He tried to ignore the warm feeling in his chest that very clearly indicated that by now, he didn’t want to hurt Lucerys in any way. The hot hatred and urge for revenge had disappeared. Aemond didn’t know when the last time had been that he had felt peace like that.
In front of the fairly large club cab drivers were already waiting to get the drunken club visitors home. To get Lucerys inside was no problem and the driver took off to the address of Aemond’s apartment without making a fuss.
Aemond couldn’t help but stare angrily at the back of the drivers head. He had just taken a near passed out guy into a cab and told the driver to bring them to his place. The fact that he didn’t even ask if they knew each other spoke volumes. Any guy could have taken Lucerys home in this state. The thought made his blood boil and he possessively tightened his grip around his nephew.
Then came the next challenge. Getting him out of the cab was moderately easy but now they had to get up the stairs. Lucerys was still leaning on Aemond with most of his body weight, his eyes closed.
Sighing Aemond opened the front door. Then he bent down a little and with a little “Oomph!” by Lucerys he simply flung his nephew over his shoulder. The boy weighed next to nothing to him, his small frame hanging over Aemond’s shoulder and swaying slightly while he walked up the stairs.
Kidnapping him would certainly be easy, Aemond thought, I just hope none of the neighbours sees us.
Quickly he opened the door to his apartment. It was vast and very much bordered at luxurious. But there had to be at least some advantages to be had from a family like theirs.
Immediately he was greeted by Vhagar, his dog. The giant mastiff came over, her tail wagging. Curious she tried to sniff at the boy thrown over his shoulder.
Patting her on the head he then told her to get back to her sleeping place. Obediently she followed the order immediately.
Aemond made his way to his bedroom. Gently he put Lucerys down on the edge of the bed. The boy thankfully managed to stay upright while Aemond knelt down to take off his nephew’s shoes. He didn’t think Luke would still have the coordination for that. Trying not to look at the bare and soft legs in front of him he took them off and his gaze immediately wandered to the skirt that hat hitched up again.
Is he wearing any underwear? The question made his blood first run cold and then immediately hot again.
Quickly he stood up to get Lucerys some clothes to sleep in but was stopped by a hand fisted into his shirt.
“Aemond” Lucerys’ slurred voice was no more than a mumble “Where’re you going?”
Gently Aemond placed his hand above Lucerys’.
“I’m just gonna get you some clothes. Wait here.”
Tentatively Lucerys loosened his grip and Aemond slipped into the walk-in wardrobe. He got a shirt and some pants for Lucerys and quickly changed into some sweats himself, not bothering with a shirt. It was hot enough to sleep topless.
Then he walked into his bedroom again and immediately froze. Lucerys had somehow managed to stand up from the bed. And he had taken off his clothes. Everything except his very tight briefs. Aemond swallowed dryly.
Lucerys wasn’t tall or buff in any way, but he was lean and did certainly have some muscles. He was definitely strong even though he had a very small waist. Lucerys had the body of a dancer. The thought made heat pool in Aemond’s groin.
Suddenly Luke reached for his briefs and panicked Aemond rushed over to catch his hands.
“Here” he quickly said and shoved the clothes into his nephew’s arms “These are for you to sleep in”
“I don’t want clothes” Lucerys mumbled stubborn.
“Come on” Aemond said breathless from the close proximity with the near naked boy “At least the shirt.”
It was a bit of a struggle but in the end he got Lucerys into the shirt. But that didn’t help against his growing desire. His nephew nearly drowned in Aemond’s big shirt and looked adorable and alluring at the same time. It wasn’t fair.
“Come now” Aemond said and tried to guide Lucerys to lie down but the boy had other plans. Again he snuggled up against Aemond and the contact to his bare skin made him nearly lose his mind. He should have put on a shirt.
“Are you going to fuck me now?” Was Lucerys’ muffled question and Aemond’s breath hitched. His brain rattled with the effort to understand the words.
Gently he put his hands on the boy’s shoulders and pushed him away at arm’s length.
“Lucerys” he deliberately said “I am not going to fuck you.”
His nephew shot him a pained look and slurrily asked “Why not?”
Aemond took another deep breath. “Because you’re drunk.”
Lucerys furrowed his brows and stubbornly said “M’not!”
Aemond chuckled and gently manhandled the boy to get onto the bed. He flipped the covers so that Luke could properly lay down. Then he retreated to grab a blanket and make his way to the couch but was stopped by a small hand tightly grabbing his wrist.
“Where’re you going?” Lucerys asked again and Aemond smiled and let out a huff.
“I’m sleeping on the couch, sweet dreams, princess”
“Noooo” his nephew objected and pulled at Aemond’s wrist “Stay!”
He sighed and wanted to deny the boy who still insisted “Stay!”
Groaning Aemond climbed into his bed. He tried to lay down as far away from Luke as possible but his nephew immediately rolled over to him to cuddle. He snuggled up against Aemond’s chest and let out a content sigh. The next second he started snoring quietly.
Aemond’s heart was beating so fast he feared it would jump out of his chest and into Lucerys’ hands. It would be fitting, really. Gently he wrapped his arms against Lucerys and wondered how he should ever get sleep so close to his nephew.
Against his will he angled his head downward and buried his face in the soft, dark curls. Lucerys smelled of milk and honey and the seaside and sunshine and Aemond thought his heart was about to burst. The heavenly smell actually began to lull him in and he became drowsy. His nephew wrapped tightly in his arms he drifted off to sleep.