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Of all the changes he faced upon presenting, Aemond thought that Aegon’s behaviour towards him was the worst of them all.
His words became harsher. His jokes crueler. What was once a rough shove or uncoordinated slap against his temple had become a large hand squeezing at his budding chest. Sharp fingers poking into his soft side. He wasn't stupid. He knew Aegon perceived him differently now and it all felt like he’d been plunged deeper into his uphill battle with his brother.
He hadn’t given much thought to what he’d present as, assuming he’d be beta as it was most common among males. Aegon was alpha. Helaena omega. It made sense that Aemond would be denied alpha status and would fade away into the background. A dragonless beta.
****
It hit him like a swinging pendulum on his 13th nameday. His small body was wracked with burning heat, his insides twisting and contracting as his body changed. He was groaning and croaking in his bed, emitting a scent so strong that his mother had to conceal her nose with a velvet sleeve. Helaena had called for her, advising her mother that ‘it’s happening.’
Alicent had swiftly made her way upstairs to look upon her son. She didn’t panic the way his sister did, simply called for the Maesters, all the while knowing what was happening. Aemond thought he might be dying. Even through the haze of his illness, he could hear an echoing giggle and the bark of his mother shooing Aegon away. Mother’s palm draped gently over his damp forehead and he groaned, willing her to take the pain away while she cooed at her sweet boy.
****
Three days later, he was rosy and warm, sitting up in his bed for the first time since his heat had struck. His body had changed. Sexual maturity brought with it a soft mound and sensitive clitoris, marking him as omega. During the heat it had tingled a lot, Making him feel all sorts of confusion and frustration. But after, he daren’t touch any of it, as it left him feeling unsettled and repulsed by his own body. For the most part, he avoided looking at it or exploring it, disappointed in what he’d become.
It was no secret that Aegon thought it hilarious. He was verbally tortured for it. Aemond couldn’t help but feel as though it was all so unfair. Helaena was never mocked for her omega status. Jeered at and made the subject of ridicule. She wasn’t groped and prodded at either. In fact Aegon hardly showed any interest in her at all, even though it had been decided they were to be betrothed. His father seemed pleased for him. But he spoke to him with a softness that was present before and all it did was make Aemond bitter.
He was bitter about a lot of things now. His clothes didn’t fit him right anymore and new ones had to be tailored to fit across the small swell of his chest and accommodate the width of his hips. His own scent was sickly and made his head ache. Lavender, blackberries and vanilla. Too sweet.
being wrapped in his mother’s arms brought him some solace. With his head resting against her beating heart he sometimes forgot his anger. It brought calmness to the swirling waves of hormones that often times consumed him.
Training was something he used to enjoy. Frustrations could be aired in the yard and channeled into strength. Aemond liked sparring with Ser Criston. Getting a few hits in on his brother was also quite satisfying. It was the one place they couldn’t get in trouble for doing so.
”Why are you even here, omega?” Aegon asked on the first morning he showed up after presenting. Granted, it wasn’t the most common thing for omegas to carry on swordsmanship, but Aemond was still a prince and he was desperately clutching to something he knew.
“I’m allowed.” He had frowned back. He hit at the straw doll in front of him with his wooden sword and tried to ignore the dull ache below his tummy. He was still sore. He rubbed over it when the nagging twinges wouldn’t go away and it drew Aegon’s attention.
“With child already?”
Aemond turned, his mouth opening to deny the claim and spit something back but Ser Criston interrupted him.
“Enough. Your quips won’t help you in battle. Focus on your footwork.” He instructed.“Aemond, see if you can disarm him.”
The princes got into position, facing one another with their wooden swords raised. The younger had always been good at this. He was fast, nimble on his feet and his weapon became an extension of his arm.
However, Aegon had his height advantage.
They began their session and their platinum curls flowed with their movements. They yelled and huffed, soaking up Criston’s barks of encouragement. Aemond was winning. It was clear. It also seemed to spark rage within Aegon. He became less coordinated, but his swings were heavier and he advanced on Aemond with an intent to hurt him. The omega moved backwards and evaded him as best he could but he did not foresee his ankle twisting. Aemond fell to the ground and Aegon, whipped up with the adrenaline of his rage, descended upon him, straddling his waist and pulling at Aemond’s hair. Aemond yelped and did his best to defend, scratching at his brother’s face and kicking out his legs. In the fray, Aegon managed to pull away Aemond’s chest plate and ripped at his tunic, the cool air hitting his chest as it was bared.
The omega was mortified. No longer was his chest completely flat. He didn’t have large round breasts like mother or Helaena, but his nipples were slightly bigger now. There was soft tissue where there wasn’t before and a little swell to his pectorals. Being bared was humiliating. Especially in front of so many men with a different secondary sex to him. Clearly, it was Aegon’s way of telling him he didn’t belong. He really might have killed Aegon if Criston didn’t intervene.
Like so many others, the evening ended with him cradled in his mother’s arms while he pleaded with her to see the unfairness of it all.
Yet she did nothing.
****
A few weeks passed and on that particular day, Aemond had hidden himself away and buried himself in a book. Mother had deemed him too delicate to go and train with Aegon after the incident. It had shattered his dignity. That and the way that Aegon had clapped him on the shoulder and laughed right in his face.
‘Wouldn’t want to fall and damage that precious belly. You’ll probably be carrying some lord’s babe by winter.’
He felt like he’d been stripped of everything he knew before this. Would he be denied a dragon of his own next? Was he too delicate for that too? It seemed like all he was good for now was pumping out heirs until his body gave up on him and destroyed itself in child birth. He’d held it together in front of his mother and brother, but in the confines of his chambers he’d allowed himself to cry. Not loud sobs or wails. Silent tears that rolled down his cheeks before he steeled himself once more. He’d noticed that recently, he was more susceptible to feelings of upset. It was a myriad of emotions that swirled around in his chest heavily, often confusing him and taking him by surprise in the most inopportune moments.
He’d dozed off sometime in the early evening, entering into a heavy sleep that calmed his weary mind and aching muscles. A good few hours had passed by before he was woken by clattering in his chambers. A silver tray, cups - they’d fallen to the ground, the sound harsh and loud. There was that snicker. Wine laden and impish. Aegon was about. Aemond sunk down into his bedsheets. Being alone with his brother was sometimes a worse horror than him having an audience. Aemond peeped from his bed, watching his brother stumble towards him. He was drunk, clearly. Not black out, just giddy. Though really, that didn’t bode well for him. Black out usually meant he passed out and left everybody alone after a short while. Giddy meant he was confident and looking for trouble.
“What are you doing?”
He finally asked, hands clenched in his sheets.
“Show me.” Aegon replied, crawling up the bed and planting a hand on either side of his brother. Aemond didn’t like it. Being caged in like that.
“Show you what”?
“Your cunt.”
His face flushed red and he weakly shoved at Aegon’s chest, his disdain apparent. He didn’t like that. Being spoken of so crudely.
“Go away.”
“Come on!”
There was a struggle. The bed sheets rustled, Aegon pinned him with his bony knees and laughed at the way he squirmed beneath him. The grunt Aemond let out was angry and defeated. His head rolled to the side as Aegon lifted the hem of his nightgown, and his lips pursed together while Aegon stared. There was a coldness that drifted over his bared skin.
It was small and soft. Neat. Thin fingers prodded at the lips and slipped between the folds, making aemond’s hips snap involuntarily.
“What a plump little thing.”
Aegon said, his breath hot on Aemond’s neck. There was a mocking lilt to his voice. Aemond wasn’t being praised.
The rough pad of Aegon’s finger rubbed over his sensitive clit and Aeomond’s legs trembled, a wetness gushing between them.
“Stop.” He whispered.
“Your cunny rather likes this. Look.” As he said it, he swiped over his hole and pushed his thumb and finger together. Showing Aemond a clear string of sticky fluid when he released them. He went back to his ministrations, rubbing his finger over the little swollen bud in a circle. He quickly progressed to hard and fast strokes over it. Aemond was kicking his legs, feeling heat roll in his tummy. His back was rigid, pleasure in his loins but displeasure in his mind as this still felt like mockery and humiliation.
“Aegon. Please. Stop it.”
He squeaked in between a breathy moan, his hips rising from the bed. Why he bothered, he didn’t know. Pleading with him never worked. He was scared of what was happening. There was dread in the way his lower region gushed and clenched. It was good, but the lack of control was terrifying. There was a feeling building up akin to urinating, and aemond’s brow furrowed, stuttering mewls leaving him while he clawed his fingers into Aegon’s long curls. If he urinated, there’d be no coming back from it. Aegon would tease him mercilessly. “A-Aegon, stop!” He squealed.
He didn’t urinate. A blissful, warm feeling crashed over him, his whole body going taught as he came for the first time. Aegon was still rubbing at the top of his sopping cunt, three fingers sliding back and forth until it almost started to hurt. Aemond moaned loudly, eventually dropping back down to the mattress and squirming with discomfort when it got too much.
“Aah. Aah!” He moaned, his head rolling back.
“See? That wasn’t so bad now was it? As much as you protest dear brother, your body will always betray you.” Aegon said, laughing at him.
Aemond squeezed his eyes shut. He braced for more teasing but instead all he could hear was the rustling of fabric. When he opened his eyes, Aegon had removed his breeches and was kneeling there, cock in hand. Aemond’s eyes widened. He’d never really gotten an up close look. He was rapt with curiosity and dread. Aegon couldn’t possibly want to put that in him. Right?
“What’re you doing?” He asked for the second time that night, shuffling closer to the headboard.
“It’s my turn now omega. I’ll show you how to take cock for your lord. You’ll need to know after all, if you’re to bear children.”
Briefly, aemond wondered if Helaena had gone through this. Had been terrified like this. His poor, sweet sister.
“No.”
“So you’re selfish and a whore?”Aegon replied. Aemond looked down at him again. His cock was flushed red and swollen, standing firmly upright. It made his cheeks burn and glanced away. Was that because of him? Had he made Aegon this way? The comment hurt him. He’d argue he wasn’t a whore, but he was laid there, night gown up around his waist. Cunt wet and throbbing. What would mother think if she saw?
It seemed Aegon was bored of waiting. Suddenly, he was pinning Aemond down by his shoulder so he’d lay. He shoved the night gown so it bunched up around Aemond's armpits, his little pink nipples on display. They were pebbled, and Aemond sucked in a shocked breath when Aegon descended, swirling his tongue around one. His teeth worried at the nub and Aemond writhed, his thigh lifting and knocking against Aegon’s hip. His hand found its way back into his brother’s long hair, tugging on it, and before he knew it, the fat blunt tip of Aegon’s cock was disappearing between his folds and breaching him. It hurt. There was a sting as Aegon shoved inside. It made Aemond grunt in pain and he turned his face away, focusing on a candle in the distance.
Aegon moaned as he bottomed out, relishing the wet embrace of his brother’s insides. “It’s true what they say about maiden head.” He snorted. His fingers squeezed Aemond’s cheeks, still round with baby fat, and forced him to look at him. There was anger there, sadness. But even pinned beneath him, sheathing his cock, he still managed to look at Aegon with disdain. It made Aegon angry and he slid out, shoving himself back in without ceremony. The pained mewl it dragged from Aemond satisfied him, and so he continued to thrust. The two of them writhed against one another. Pants and groans echoed in the lofty chamber, as did the squelch and slap of their skin. It both disgusted and aroused Aemond. He was hurting and the wet noises made him cringe and wrinkle his delicate freckled nose. However the painful Jabs at his cervix made his lowers throb in a way he couldn’t quite understand. He disliked Aegon and Aegon disliked him but here they were, joined together.
It was confusing and infuriating. Eventually, Aegon’s movements became more erratic. His hips lost their rhythm and he was rutting against Aemond like a dog. Aemond scrunched his face up, bearing with the sting as his insides were battered, and soon, Aegon was crying out, spilling his seed and slumping over him.
The weight of the act hit Aemond when they were both still. It was uncomfortable. He felt far too full and far too damp. Aegon’s breath was too hot on his neck where he’d collapsed. He was heavy. He smelled of alcohol and his hips were so fucking bony, digging into Aemond’s new found softness.
“Get off me.”
He croaked. For once, perhaps the first time, Aegon obliged. He slid out of him wetly and Aemond’s bottom lip trembled when he looked down. Blood. It had pooled on the white sheets. Something taken that couldn’t be restored.
Of course, Aegon didn’t seem to care.
“Oh don’t fuss. Everyone bleeds the first time.”
It made Aemond’s face crumple up. Less for himself, but for Helaena. He bit down on his lip. Crying in front of Aegon wasn’t an option.
A couple of minutes passed in silence and Aegon yawned. Redressing himself. Just like that, he was gone.
Finally alone, Aemond wept.