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Dunk wandered into their chambers after a long day of training and avoiding his prince. They had quarrelled when Dunk stopped Aerion from flogging a servant caught stealing food. He argued that they had only taken some stale bread meant for the hounds and they should not be punished so severely. Dunk’s impoverished childhood prevented him from allowing such an injustice. He knew what it was to starve and to make the best of your circumstances. Aerion had scowled and flushed red with anger, slapping Dunk hard in front of the household staff. And declared that Dunk would be ‘sleeping with the dogs’ that night. Dunk had only sighed, unable to feel shame for the public falling out, if it meant that a poor servant did not lose the skin off their back.
So, he had spent the entire day training Egg – which Egg was glad for and probably hoped the couple would argue more. And spent time working on chores rather than being with Aerion if it meant that the flames of his ire would cool by the time he returned. He crept in, sweaty, tired from sleeping outside and worn out from anxiety for perhaps humiliating his mate. Aerion stood in the middle of their chambers, arms on his hips and a stormy glare on his face as he watched Dunk sneak in. Dunk froze, caught in the gaze of the prince.
“Where were you?” Aerion glared, his arms crossed over his chest. Dunk blinked owlishly.
“You said... I thought you said not to come to bed...”
“I did, but it didn’t mean to fuck off elsewhere.” Aerion spit. Dunk’s mouth flapped open and close in idiotic confusion.
“But...I thought...”
“Where were you all night?” Aerion demanded. “Were you with some whore?”
“No! I was with Ser Donnel and the Kingsguard. Why would I be with...?”
Aerion grunted in irritation, arms unfolding. “I told you not to speak to anyone you could shove your cock into. I warned you I'd kill them.” Dunk held his arms out helplessly. Perhaps it was a matter for some with a lesser than thick skull, but Dunk was absolutely befuddled. First, he is banished from his mate’s presence. Then, he is furious that he was gone all day and night. Aerion was a library of confusion. Dunk shook his head and closed the distance to Aerion.
“Aerion, you’re being hysterical.” Dunk shook his shoulders. He had not meant it that way. He only meant that Aerion was being impossible. But someone had complained in a noble's banquet hall, about omegas being that and Dunk had only repeated it. As soon as those words left his lips, he knew he made a mistake. Because the prince’s eyes widened, as he stared in disbelief. And his face reddened like a flame. Not the blush of lovemaking, but the rage of the dragon.
“You dare use those words against me?” Aerion hissed. He wriggled his way out of Dunk’s weakened grasp and closed his fist, swiftly striking his stunned Alpha in the face. Aerion would have gotten more hits in, had Dunk not struggled out of his stupor and blocked each blow, trying and failing to grasp the slippery prince before he could get more punches in. Aerion resorted to throwing every breakable item in their chamber at Dunk.
The maids and servants outside the room eyed each other warily as they witnessed what was from the outside a vicious fight. Shaking their heads at the din within. One night it's the violent sounds of lovemaking and things breaking under the couple, the next it's a giant fight between a bratty prince and his gigantic Alpha. The chamberlain sighed wearily at having to refurnish the room yet another time. Some offered a silent prayer for the longsuffering knight whose task it was to bear the wrath of the prince. They thanked the gods that he was the only one who the prince could not break. And he was honourable enough to stand up for them. They pitied the poor Alpha but some even were thankful that it was him rather than them.
When at last the room went quiet, the servants listened with caution for any other sign of an outburst. But when out came the quiet moans of the omega prince, they sighed in relief and made themselves scarce to allow the couple to make up to each other. Hours later, a very haggard looking Ser Duncan emerged to sheepishly request a bath and the room to be cleaned up. His face would always go hot at the realisation that everything that transpired could be heard by the line of servants against the wall opposite the chamber’s door. The maids loved to serve Ser Duncan, because he was always so shy and awkward about issuing orders. It made them fond of the knight who was consort to the Brightflame. They always paid extra care to provide whatever he would ever need to tend to his and the prince’s needs. And made sure his favourite dishes were prepared to cater to his happiness. In contrast, the chamberlain always feared for beds, chairs and little things that would break whenever Ser Duncan used them. His gargantuan stamina did keep the prince abed for longer, but it also made the maintenance of their chamber a tiring task.
Dunk walked back into the chambers as the maids gingerly tidied the room behind him. His prince was sprawled across the bed, spent and sated, the pale expanse of skin covered in bruises and bites which made Dunk blush to think about. Aerion napped away in bliss as Dunk knelt by the bed to sweep a hand through Aerion’s silver hair and press a kiss to his forehead.
Aerion mumbled and moaned, stretching out, eyes still closed as Dunk smiled down at him. “Mmm... Come up here and fuck me, oaf.” Aerion commanded. Dunk chuckled, pressing more kisses into Aerion’s outstretched arm.
“It is time to wake. It is already midday.”
Aerion simply groaned, turning over and clinging unto Dunk’s head blindly with his aching arms.
“Come here and fuck me until I bleed, Alpha.” Aerion sleepily demanded. Dunk gasped, shocked, turning around to see if any of the maids had heard it.
“Your grace!” Dunk flushed, his arms retreated as far as Aerion allowed it. He was hanging onto Dunk’s hands like they were a lifeline. Violet eyes finally opened and Aerion gave him a beautiful, almost sweet, smile. A rare sight if ever there was one.
“Come to me, you big lunk.” Aerion made his point by sliding the silk off his lower half to expose his legs spread to Dunk, who only blushed harder and tried to stubbornly be stern, for once. Though this was hard to do as Aerion began to seductively circle a finger to his own pink and puckered hole.
“Stop it...” Dunk mumbled, “it is time for your bath.” Deciding that something had to be done, he pressed a knee unto the bed to tower over Aerion. The prince grinned, sensing his victory but instead of lowering himself to him, Dunk simply bent down, scooped up the prone prince and carried him bodily like he weighed nothing. Yelping in surprise, the prince flailed before pouting at Dunk carrying him over to the steaming copper tub. Dunk gently lowered his mate into the warm water and watched him sigh in pleasure despite objecting to it in the first place.
“Come inside with me.” Aerion grinned. Dunk shook his head, insisting he supervise the prince. He knelt by the tub and brought a soaking sponge to Aerion’s legs to gently massage and scrub them. Aerion shut his eyes, contentedly enjoying the warm bath. He tried unsuccessfully to coax Dunk into more playful touches, but Dunk was being the ever-dutiful knight and determined in his task. Before he knew it, Dunk had Aerion dressed and ready for the day. Aerion circled his arms around Dunk’s neck and pulled him down for kisses, trying to stealthily suggest they could have more pleasurable activities in their chambers rather than leave. But the pig-headed Alpha was more stubborn than Aerion was lustful.
Dunk pushed Aerion out of his own chambers and Aerion could hardly turn back inside when a full court of attendants and the chamberlain were waiting for him outside the door.
Fine. Aerion thought. I’ll get him back some other time.
