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Valarr stared at Daeron from across the room.
His eyes had barely left his brother-cousin the whole night and maybe he’d tried to convince himself because he wanted to keep an eye on Daeron, just in case he didn’t drink too much.
They were at their Father’s coronation; King Baelor Breakspear as it had become.
And now? Now Valarr was next in line, the next heir to the Iron Throne though he was old enough to have an heir for himself— and a spare, but he had yet to have either.
Kiera of Tyrosh was his wife, as beautiful as she was, he held no attraction towards the woman and the feeling was mutual.
Thankfully, they held an understanding with each other; their marriage was only for duty and not pleasure or anything beyond that.
From a small boy, the moment Daeron had been born Valarr had barely been three years old but he’d already declared the Omega babe his wife.
His mother, Maekar had dismissed him all while muttering how he was so much like his Father.
Whatever that meant.
He hadn’t known at the time atleast, but these years were Daeron grew into a teenager he had come to understand Baelor and his own fixation on Maekar.
Valarr truly wished their Grandsire hadn’t forced a marriage into a Tyroshi household when he’d barely been into his teen years himself.
It was always meant to be Daeron.
Now, he couldn’t help but continue staring; watching intently as another Lord approached Daeron.
Of course they sniffed around him, he was the oldest Omega of the King now and an unclaimed one at that, Daeron at eighteen years old should have already been married off with a plethora of pups but their Grandsire had never bothered to force the Omega into a marriage.
Perhaps Valarr should be thanking him for his disappointment in Daeron even if he hated him for it too.
Alas, that Lord was getting too close for Valarr’s own liking.
Again, he tried to convince himself that it was something else, that he was only feeling the jealousy burn within his heart because he was witnessing Daeron being propositioned— or he assumed so— by some inferior Alpha that wasn’t worthy of his little brother.
But his feelings about Daeron could hardly be considered brotherly.
Valarr probably shouldn’t have intervened, the Lord that he now recognised as a Tyrell could very well be a suitable Alpha for Daeron but Valarr inherited his selfishness from his own Father and he couldn’t stop himself.
“Brother”.
Valarr never intended his voice to come out so strained either, his vex clear as day, enough so that Daeron actually looked at him with confusion, clearly suspecting something was amiss rather than just Valarr’s envy toward the Lord.
He hadn’t expected the Lord to suddenly be more interested in him though, but the other Alpha was clearly recognizing Valarr’s superiority in the room since he was the next heir to the throne now, the Tyrell probably wanted to sneak his way into friendship.
Valarr was far from bothered by him nor did he have any intentions to converse with the man more than he needed to.
He just wanted to be with his brother.
“Prince Valarr!” The Tyrell Lord had tried to offer his hand but when Valarr didn’t take it, he awkwardly recoiled and pulled his arm away, clearing his throat.
“Wonderful to see you, I was just conversing with your brother, ‘twas a lovely conversation we were having”.
They weren’t even having a conversation, Valarr had been the one to put a stop to it before it even started.
Alas, Valarr was far from doltish, he wasn’t about to cause a scene in front of some Lord at his Father’s coronation so thankfully, he was able easily mask his distaste of this man.
“Oh you were? Wonderful, and likewise to meet you aswell though I must interject and steal my brother for just a moment— if that’s alright with you?” Valarr actually waited for an answer, finding humour in the man seemingly finding it difficult to communicate.
“Oh— right, right, of course my Prince! Targaryen business never ceases!”
Valarr could tell the man was assuming he wanted out of the conversation and in that regard he would be right, but his main gripe would be this man approaching his dear brother in the first place, he wouldn’t have cared if the Tyrell approached him, he would have indulged the man in discussion if it had only been the two of them.
Valarr only spoke again when the Tyrell wandered off somewhere to go bother another poor soul.
“Having fun, brother?”.
Perhaps the tone Valarr gave Daeron wasn’t the most welcoming, the feigned niceties toward the other Lord had disappeared and what was left was Valarr’s raw jealousy.
Even Daeron was close enough he could scent it on his brother.
“What—?” Daeron asked him dumbly while not quite understanding what was going on with Valarr and it’s not like he could blame his confusion on drink since he’d miraculously somehow hardly had a sip of a glass, he hadn’t felt the need to, he too didn’t want to disappoint their Father on such a consequential day.
Though now, the urge for booze was itching the back of Daeron’s throat.
“I asked if you were having fun”. Valarr gave him a lopsided frown, trying to curb his own annoyance, it wasn’t Daeron’s fault after all.
“That Lord seemed rather taken with you, dare I say he was trying to court you”.
Perhaps not, but Valarr saw his clear wicked intentions.
“Do not jest, brother”.
Of course it was still a sore subject for Daeron but Valarr hadn’t been joking, he could genuinely see the hunger in that man’s eyes when he had communicated with his Omega brother.
See, Valarr had seen the very same look in his own Father just looking at his Mother, he saw it as Ser Duncan followed behind Aerion like a lost dog.
And without a doubt if he had a mirror that same hunger would be on his face too at this very moment from just being in the midst of Daeron.
“Jest?” Valarr asked him though he wasn’t quite looking for an answer.
“I was simply asking, Daeron, he seemed rather taken with you”.
The words slipped from his tongue in a begrudging fashion which only garnered a strange look out of the Omega, he hadn’t a clue why Valarr’s sudden behaviour had shifted like this.
“Has something happened, Val?”
Valarr’s mouth opened and it was becoming clear to him that his demeanour was making Daeron worried even if it hadn’t been his intention.
But no, nothing has happened, nothing besides Valarr being too overprotective.
Overprotective, ha! Atleast Valarr tried to convince himself it was only that.
“Not at all”. Valarr tried to persuade him.
“I only wanted to see you, you’ve been by your lonesome over here this entire night”.
“You’ve been watching me then?” Daeron asked, his eyebrow raising just slightly but his words weren’t serious even if they rang true.
It was in fact that Valarr had been watching him the entire night even if he’d been bombarded by Lords and Ladies.
He hadn’t even seen his dear wife around either.
“Maybe”. Valarr’s face softened.
Daeron didn’t even know the half of it.
“Well, I was just thinking of getting a drink”. Daeron told him as if he was trying to elicit a reaction out of his elder brother, and of course it worked, Daeron watched as Valarr’s expression fell into deadpan, clearly already fed up with hearing anything about that.
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding, I wouldn’t today, it would be so unbecoming of me, wouldn’t it?” Then again, Daeron was already a failed Omega in the eyes of the Kingdom, what was one more even if it was his dear brother.
Though he had never seen the same disappointment in Valarr’s face as he saw on everyone else’s, he only saw admiration.
Daeron often questioned why that scared him.
“Perhaps we should talk elsewhere, prying eyes of course”.
Or maybe Valarr just wanted to have Daeron all to himself.
The balcony was surprisingly empty when the two ended up there, Valarr had closed the door behind them for a little bit more privacy before he turned to his younger brother.
“I don’t know whether to thank you or not, I don’t do well mixing with people”. But of course Valarr already knew that so it wasn’t like Daeron had to explain why.
Daeron then turned, staring at the scenery, the sky was starred, twinkling above him and the rest of the Kingdom was lit by torchlight.
Daeron could almost forget himself like this.
He very well might have if he didn’t feel the sudden breath hot against his neck as Valarr inhaled his scent.
“Valarr—?”
Daeron’s whole body went rigid despite the heat rising to his face at such an intimate action, it was dawning on him that perhaps Valarr had been the drunk one and he hadn’t been able to realise until his peculiar actions right now but his brother hadn’t even been nursing a drink nor did he smell of alcohol.
“You’re almost in heat”.
Valarr hadn’t smelled it on him back in the main room, of course there were too many people around with everyone’s scents mixing with one another so he hadn’t caught on Daeron’s but he could smell it now, lavender and honeydew.
Valarr wanted to press his face against Daeron’s neck and sink his teeth into his skin.
“I know”.
Daeron knew his own body, he knew the prickling heat shallowly rising in his body which would no doubt leave him sweating and rutting against his bed in the next few days— those were actually the only times in the month he could get a good night's sleep having exhausted himself over not having an Alpha to care for him.
“Why are you—Valarr!” Daeron gasped out his name the moment he felt his elder brother’s hands on his waist whilst his nose nuzzled against his most sensitive spot and he couldn’t help for the heat to rise to his cheeks, Valarr had clearly never been so forward with him like this—Or with anyone! As far as Daeron was aware, Valarr hadn’t even sired children with his Lady wife and—.
Oh God’s, his wife—.
“Fuck” Valarr cursed as he pulled himself back from Daeron, having to force himself away from the enticing scent.
“Sorry, Seven Hell’s, I don’t know what just came over me”.
Because for the most part he could quench his own desires and he’d never been so overtaken by them before, then again he’d not once been around his brother when Daeron smelled so fucking delicous whilst he was on the midst of pre-heat.
Then it was suddenly dawned upon Valarr as he felt the stirring in his loins and the tightness in his breeches;
He was hard.
He could excuse himself, blame it on the drink and pretend he hadn’t a clue what happened come the morrow but Valarr was always ‘doing what was best for the Kingdom’ and ‘doing what was expected of him’ as per his own Father’s words but atleast once in his life Valarr wanted to actually be selfish and take the reins for himself.
And he did just that.
Valarr turned Daeron around, the Omega stared at him with all the wonder and surprise in the world before the Alpha smashed their lips together.
Valarr refused to be gentle about it, years worth of suppressed emotions made themselves known all at once;
Valarr’s lips bruised against Daeron's, eliciting a whine from the Omega’s throat that was quickly swallowed by the Alpha’s mouth.
“Val—”. Daeron tried to plead whilst he attempted to pull away but Valarr only intensified his actions;
his lips following the movement of his brother’s head and a hand snaked to his jaw, keeping Daeron there.
Perhaps the God’s would be frowning on him for his selfishness but Valarr would see himself scorned by the Seven if he could just have this; have Daeron.
“Hmfph—!”
The Omega tried to muster a word against the punishing kiss but it only faded into a moan the more Valarr began to touch him.
His elder brother’s hands weren’t shy as Daeron felt Valarr’s hand shove down the front of his formal trousers, pressing his fingers up against the Omega’s aroused cunt.
Fuck, since when did he get so wet?
Daeron didn’t have time to dawn on just how long he’d been turned on nor what his scent smelled like in that exact moment before he felt fingers inside of him, curling upwards like Valarr knew exactly what he was doing.
See, Daeron had never been with anyone, never let anyone touch him so intimately so Valarr’s— anything inside of him would feel so much more intense than his own fingers.
Fuck, fuck! Daeron was only wishing they were in his room instead.
Again, Daeron didn’t get to dwell on his thoughts for long before he was being dragged around and manhandled against the wall just besides the double doors.
Disorientated was hardly a word to describe how he was feeling and Valarr hadn’t even removed his fingers the entire time he was being shoved against the stonework.
Daeron watched as his elder brother dropped to his knees in front of him, too overwhelmed to even utter a word despite the pathetic whines that escaped the back of his throat.
His embarrassment only grew wider when Valarr took the opportunity to tug down his trousers and underwear leaving his bottom half exposed, his thighs and cunt were all coated in his own slick and the realization was now arising within Daeron;
By the God’s, my brother had truly induced my heat early, hadn’t he?
“Valarr— by the Seven what the fuck has gotten into you?!”
Daeron was finally able to ask him, but even with his harsh words he had no intention of stopping Valarr.
He always did find his brother attractive and harboured some sort of underlying feelings even if he hid it in his heart.
When he’d been a young pup he was convinced he would be Valarr’s own wife one day— alas, their Grandsire had never quite favoured him.
Daeron never once thought the feeling was mutual though and maybe he was thinking himself a fool with all those times he found Valarr just staring at him, but he could truly see it now with the lust driven look his elder brother was giving him like he wanted to take Daeron over and over and over again, pup him up until people whispered;
‘Who is the Father? Did Prince Daeron whore himself out for a Lord Alpha before marriage? The Scandal!”
That is, until the child came out with mismatched eyes and a streak of white going through its hair.
Funny, since the very same thing happened to their Mother, Maekar with his Father all those years ago.
Of course, back then their Grandsire had been quick to marry his children to cover up the potential bastard Valarr could have turned out to be.
But Valarr?
Oh, he’d give as many bastards as Daeron’s womb allowed him to.
Though the Alpha was getting ahead of himself, his mind conjured up what if’s when he hadn’t even pulled his own cock out because instead, he had every intention to use his mouth on Daeron.
The moment Valarr’s mouth closed around Daeron’s clit and sucked, the Omega was gone.
Daeron’s head had pressed so hard against the stone wall an ache bloomed at the back of his skull but the feeling of Valarr’s tongue all over his sensitive clit outweighed any pain he was feeling.
Seven Hell’s, Daeron had never once had a mouth on him, nevermind on his most intimate part and he’d never thought it would feel like this.
“Val— oh God’s”.
Daeron had brought his hand up to his mouth the moment Valarr tongue swirled around his clit and he sucked hard again only to pull his mouth back and lick a fat stripe up his dripping folds.
Valarr even pulled back to stare up at Daeron with a sly glint in his eye as he curled his tongue back into his mouth, savouring the taste of his younger brother’s pussy.
Although Daeron didn’t get another word in before Valarr’s mouth was upon him again, sucking and licking wherever he could only for his tongue to settle in Daeron’s hole, slowly curling it inwards as he fucked it in and out of him.
And for just that moment, Daeron was in unbridled < bliss.
Right up until the door opened and two figures walked through onto the balcony but the shadow from the large oak door hid the two’s presence behind it.
Daeron’s chest heaved up and down as he tried to calm himself, though despite the intrusion, Valarr had no intention of stopping, instead he only fucked his tongue in and out of Daeron’s sopping cunt faster and harder.
Daeron’s aroused dread only worsened when he realised who had unbeknownstly interrupted.
“I haven’t seen Valarr and Daeron around, it’s making me worry”.
Maekar muttered as he looked over the balcony, the shallow breeze cooling against his reddened skin from the alcohol.
“Don’t fret about it, Sweetling, if Valarr is with him there’s no doubt Daeron is in good hands”.
Baelor tried to reassure.
Their dear Father didn’t even know the half of it.
“You shouldn’t stress yourself out on such a momentous day, alas it’s your day as much as it is mine”.
Baelor told the Omega, taking a step forward and closing the space between them, he’d reached his hand up to hook a finger under Maekar’s chin, bringing their lips to meet.
They kissed once, twice— thrice before Maekar realized Baelor was trying to get himself carried away.
The elder Omega had pulled away, seeing right through his brother.
“You’re King now, act like it”. The blond had huffed at him though an actual blush had pulled to his cheeks, mixing with his already flushed state.
Though all Baelor could do was laugh, clearly liking the reaction he got from his brother-wife.
“You know I do love when you talk to me like that”.
And with those words, Maekar made a sound of disgust and walked right back out of the door, Baelor only followed after him.
The whole time Daeron was trying his hardest not to let himself go, his hand clasped tight over his lips all the while Valarr’s mouth worked wonders on his cunt, his tongue pressing so far into him it kept prodding at a wonderful part inside him over and over again making Daeron’s legs shake, he would have squealed if he hadn’t bitten the inside of his cheeks and prayed his willpower was enough.
But finally, when he heard his parents leave he let out the most pathetic whimper he could muster just as Valarr pulled his mouth away only to attack his clit again with that glorious mouth.
The very moment Valarr sucked on his clit once more, Daeron was coming, embarrassingly so as slick sprayed over Valarr’s face, drenching everywhere.
Holy fucking Seven above, Daeron had just squirted all over his brother’s face, there was no saving his grace now nor Valarr’s clothing for that matter.
And Valarr?
He just pulled back, a cuntdrunk expression on his dripping face.
He wanted more.