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A round trip to Lys was never on Dunk’s bingo card.
Ever.
Actually leaving Westeros wasn’t either and now look where he was; in the Free Cities while heat shone down on him and his skin burned in the sun.
Leaving Westeros might have come as a surprise to him but being personally asked by King Baelor and his Prince Consort, Maekar to collect Aerion from the exile he’d faced after the tourney— after Baelor had almost been killed— was even more insane.
Why him of all people? The two of them could have gotten any other Kingsguard but they just so happened to choose Dunk.
The same Dunk who Aerion no doubt had on his hypothetical list of people to maim though he wouldn’t be so surprised if the man had an actual list, etched in a book hidden away somewhere with half of the names already crossed off.
Did he have a clue where to even find Aerion? Absolutely not but Dunk had an inkling to follow the chaos or atleast any sort of unorthodox thing he could find, it wasn’t wise to just go asking around about Aerion Targaryen, right? It could make Dunk look suspicious, then again it wasn’t like he was exactly blending in with his white armor and the clear as day Westerosi look he had about him, besides, the man looked lost just standing idle.
One could get overwhelmed here, clearly, the stalls and vendors trying to lure in customers with their yelling, it was worse than the streets of King’s Landing and even over there Dunk found himself disoriented.
The man had quickly got out of the port end and to an expanse of buildings, all too regal and shiny.
Dunk was just thinking; why in the Seven Hell’s was Aerion sent here of all places?
Still, the rich architecture is one thing that intrigued him.
Dunk should have been more prepared for the next part as he walked further into Lys.
The whores.
Of course he was no stranger to whoring, though Dunk didn’t particularly allow himself it, Flea Bottom had its fair share along with Silk Street but all of that didn’t compare to this.
The whores dressed in fine jewellery, clothes that looked like woven stars while they stared at him enticingly, Dunk’s body reacted as a shiver passed through him.
To say he didn’t find them attractive would be a lie, but again, he’d never indulge himself here, not when he was being tasked to find a certain someone from the King himself.
Overwhelm began to creep to Dunk’s mind again as his eyes skimmed the place, he still had nothing to go off and he didn’t think just asking random streetwalkers if they’d seen a damn Targaryen Prince, they’d probably think him insane then offer to play the part in his stead.
The very thought made him cringe to himself as he passed through some narrow streets whilst his eyes caught some more of the licentious men and women until his attention was caught off guard when he walked into someone, directly, the said someone bumping right against his chest and Dunk immediately looked down while his hand reached out to steady them.
“Sorry I—”. Wasn’t looking where I was going.
Dunk wanted to say but his words were swallowed the moment he recognised the man in front of him, familiar sapphire eyes staring back into his own, the very same eyes that had haunted him all these years after that damned tourney.
Dunk felt like the world had stopped around him as him and Aerion fucking Targaryen shared the same shocked look with each other.
Aerion looked quite the same besides the longer hair, obvious tan and the two deep set scars adorning the side of his face, the same ones that Dunk’s fists had split into his cheek when he’d been so bloodlusted over him.
The surprise on Aerion’s face soon contoured into absolute terror as his hands found Dunk’s chest, using what little strength he had to measure up against the Knight’s and pushing him away, Dunk was too flabbergasted, stumbling back from the push and with that, Aerion took the opportunity to run.
Dunk hadn’t even registered it, atleast not at first as he stood frozen in place for a few seconds after Aerion had made his escape and then the Knight was being brought back to reality, pupils focusing on the Prince now halfway down the narrow street.
“Wait!” Dunk yelled out, having no choice but to run after him.
His legs may be longer than Aerion’s but the weight of his armor kept him slow and Aerion clearly knew the streets like the back of his hand.
The Alpha probably looked like a fool, taking up half the space just with his body whilst his armor rattled against him, the metal practically screaming as he picked up the pace.
He watched the Prince weave expertly through the crowds, even going to the trouble to knock over some boxes and crates to deter Dunk’s pursuit of him and even if it had succeeded in slowing down the large man, Dunk wouldn’t give up, not when he had an order from his King and his consort to bring Aerion back home.
“Fuck!” Dunk cursed the moment Aerion threw a rack of weapons down in front of him, the Knight came to a skidding halt in front of them, eyes following Aerion run around the corner.
Dunk swore to himself, ignoring the yelling of the Lysene man in front of him whilst he tried looking for another route to catch the Prince off guard.
It came quickly to him as Dunk changed direction, rushing through the Lys alleys and muttering apologies to every single passerby he scathed until his own body was suddenly barrelling into Aerion and knocking them both down on the ground.
“Get off me! Get the fuck off me!” Aerion snapped at him, actually gnashed his teeth at Dunk’s nose who thankfully pulled away just in time before any damage was done.
“Fuck! Fuck you!”
Aerion’s hand reached down to try and grasp the dagger he had sheathed on his hip but Dunk grabbed his wrist and wretched it up against the ground.
“Stop! Just stop—”. Dunk’s chest was heaving up and down under the breastplate, eyes fixated on Aerion’s crazed ones.
He wanted to tell Aerion he was making a scene but Dunk wasn’t so stupid, of course the Prince would react so strongly in outrage, neither of them parted on the best of terms and Dunk was the sole reason why he’d been exiled away from his family for years.
In his thoughts, Dunk hadn’t realised that Aerion had raised his other hand just to punch Dunk directly across the face with all the strength he could muster from the degrading position.
Dunk’s teeth ground together whilst a pain bloomed in his cheek from the sudden blow.
“Fuck you!” Aerion spat in his face again and Dunk had to grab his other wrist from hitting him once more.
“Aerion!”.
Dunk calling his name only seemed to enrage Aerion more as the Omega pulled his head back then slammed their foreheads together, a stupid action causing the two of them to have headaches.
“Shit—“. Aerion swore because in his mind, that went a lot better.
“Idiot”. Dunk cringed as he slowly stood up whilst keeping a hold of Aerion so the shorter man didn’t wriggle away, Aerion did try to resist even if he knew it was futile.
Dunk ended up dragging them to a place they weren’t atleast being gawked at by onlookers or whores both in curiosity and annoyance for scaring away their clientele.
“I never wanted to see you again”. Aerion sneered, trying to yank his arm away from Dunk but the man had it in a vice grip.
“I told myself I would kill you the next time I saw you, slaughter you on the spot, watch as your blood soaked whatever you were wearing while it spurted from your neck”.
Aerion had dreamt about it the first few months he came here but it had been years, six to be exact.
Aerion had matured, even if his grudge hadn’t quite faded.
“I fucking hate you”.
“I know”.
The two stared at each other with anger and fear yet passion burnt in their eyes.
Aerion had every intention to make true of his word, or at the very least leave Dunk with more recognisable scars akin to the ones he had been dealt but one thing lead to another in Aerion’s stupor and he was suddenly launching himself on the large man, practically climbing him like a tree as he smashed their lips together in a rough, vigorous kiss— or something adjacent to one anyway as Aerion’s teeth violently tore into Dunk’s lips, uncaring if it distressed the Alpha since that was his goal even in this lust-filled outburst;
To make Dunk hurt.
Aerion wasn’t going by it in a particularly succeeding way while he felt Dunk’s hands grab at the sheer fabric covering his arse, Aerion wrapped his legs around Dunk’s thick waist while his sandals scraped against the body armor that Aerion wanted so desperately to shred off his torso and rip out Dunk’s heart while he made the man watch as he drew his last breath.
Aerion was so depraved he couldn’t help the arousal to pulsate straight to his cunt at the thought of having Ser Duncan the Tall so vulnerable in front of him, be in death or not since at this moment Aerion clearly had him struck with sick desire if Dunk kissing him back with just as much fire was anything to go off.
The translucent cloth of Aerion’s Lysene robe rided up his thighs as Aerion’s grip travelled higher, cupping one of his large hands over the Omega’s arse and squeezing, the action elicited a moan from Aerion as Dunk did it again, kneading the supple flesh in his palm.
Aerion had clearly filled out in the most important places in his adulthood.
“I will kill you— I will”. Aerion promised, whispering against Dunk’s lips, Dunk didn’t doubt him but he knew the flaying wouldn’t happen just yet, not when the two of them were so preoccupied with each other.
And the two of them knew how foolish this was but it seemed as though they were destined to be coupling together in every single iteration of themselves like some twisted mythos in a tragic romance novel.
The last time this had happened, it had been those six years ago, the two of them high on teenage hormones and adrenaline.
Until that night in the tent had changed everything.
Aerion whispered his threat again before his lips pressed back to Dunk’s, hungry for the way they tasted almost like the Omega was developing a familiar addiction to the way Dunk’s blood tasted on his tongue.
The Prince wasn’t even sure when Dunk had pulled out his cock or exactly how he’d pulled it out given their position and the armor the Knight had donned but Aerion was far from caring deciding he’d truly give into his homicidal urges if Dunk didn’t force his cock in him in the next five seconds and Aerion made his need apparent when his hand moved from the large idiots shoulder to grab violently into his hair, forcing Dunk’s lips away from his own mouth.
“Fuck me, fuck me right now or i’ll find some Lysene whore to do it for you”.
Even if they’d never measure up to someone like Ser Duncan The Tall.
Aerion hadn’t changed in the regards of patience it seemed, though Dunk didn’t want to elongate his own neglected arousal either when his cock was hard and heavy between the two of them and Aerion tried to shift his hips against it all while his other hand dropped to his crotch to pull aside the small piece of fabric that covered his dripping cunt.
“Now!”
It was the last demand Aerion barked before the Knight was lining his cock up to Aerion’s hole and thrusted inside all at once.
Aerion’s eyes grew wide and he couldn’t help the yell that screamed from his lips as his slick cunt accommodated the cock suddenly splitting him open.
It hurt, Seven above the pain was bittersweet but it was another thing Aerion felt like he could become addicted to, he’d spent six whole years loathing the very man defiling him, of course their sex would be nothing less than vicious.
Aerion swallowed down his sob, disallowing his pride to be fractured in front of Dunk even if he was being taken in public; the most degrading way possible.
He could never give Dunk that satisfaction of thinking he’d broken him in, if the Knight wanted to try to do such, Aerion would prepare to make his life one of the Seven Hell’s and he’d have a joyous time doing so.
Much like he was having an exhilarating time now, feeling Dunk’s cock so far inside him it was no doubt pressing against his womb, ha, how history could repeat itself.
“F—fuck”.
Aerion groaned, head tilting back as he shifted his hips, already trying to fuck himself on Dunk’s cock but the Knight was holding him so tightly that Aerion could barely get any leverage against him.
“Move—”. Aerion licked the spit from his dripping lips.
“Move”.
The demand came out just as harsh as he expected, though the anger was soon fucked out of him the second that Dunk complied; pulling his cock all the way out only to thrust back into Aerion’s willing pussy once again and Dunk didn’t let up after that.
“I fucking hate you”. The Knight claimed, a bold statement that both of them kept telling each other despite the obvious but they did say there was a faint line between love and hate and apparently Dunk and Aerion had long since crossed both.
Dunk continued to fuck up into him with all the vigour he could muster, any passerby would no doubt get a eye full of their escapades but this was Lys.
What happened in Lys always stayed in Lys, no matter where it was, plus it wasn’t unfathomable for a coupling to happen on the streets, ahem.
“Yes— God’s yes!” Whether Aerion was reacting to the way Dunk’s cock fucked so deliciously against that spot inside of him or the fact that he also loathed the Knight with every fibre of his being wasn’t spoken but Aerion ceased to care in his pleasure, the hand that was still bunched in Dunk’s hair only tightened every jolt of the Alpha’s hips.
Aerion wasn’t sure if he ever wanted this to stop, if this were to be his divine punishment for the rest of his life then so be it and he’d take it gladly.
The Prince’s cunt pulsated around Dunk’s dick as he was used, every brutal snap of the cock inside of him sent Aerion dizzy, his composure threatening to slip each and every time even though, miraculously, Aerion kept an iron grip on his sanity, perhaps it was the hate that fuelled him most.
Aerion’s teeth decided to bite down on Dunk’s shoulder pouldron the moment his orgasm tore through him like fire searing flesh since he didn’t want to give Dunk the satisfaction of hearing his gratified moan.
If the steel was any more soft, Aerion’s bite might have left teeth marks against the metal but all that was left was the sharp scrape of them once he pulled away.
Dunk’s cock thrusted into Aerion’s willing body once— twice before Aerion quite literally tore himself away from the man the second Dunk’s seed had begun to spill having no intention to have the Alpha knot him
Aerion was down on the floor then, albeit it limping but Dunk had been so attuned in his own delirium as his cock leaked cum onto the ground to notice Aerion scampering away.
It took Dunk ten whole seconds to realise what the fuck just happened before he was tucking his softening cock inside his breeches and hastily tying them back up before dashing after the runaway Prince.