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At first, he thought he was delusional.
Aemond got up early as usual, determined to get at least a short workout in before the small council meeting. He had been feeling overwhelmed by his duties lately, sitting in his office absorbed in documents from morning to evening. The king's position suited him, but he felt that through lack of exercise his condition was deteriorating and his shirts were getting too tight. He didn't want to let that happen; he didn't want to buckle up like Aegon.
He dressed himself, and the servants didn't even try to help him anymore, aware that he would not agree, when the door quietly opened and closed.
"My king" the servant, apparently a young boy, probably bowed, but when he realized he was being completely ignored, quiet footsteps sounded toward the bed.
Aemond continued dressing. Sometimes it happened that it took him longer to get ready or the servants showed up a little early to clean up, so he didn't bother with this encounter.
When he finished buttoning up his kaftan and fastened his sword belt, Aemond turned around with a fleeting glance in the direction of the bed. And he froze.
The boy was young, of delicate build, almost feminine. His slender body was covered by loose gray pants and a light green shirt, clearly too big for him. Brown curls fell to his shoulders as the servant changed the linens.
He was reminded of Harrenhal. The woman he didn't kill because of all the rumors surrounding her, and who for the rest of his stay there smiled mysteriously, asking if he'd had a good night, as if she knew perfectly well that he hadn't. The specter of Luke haunted him then; the soft laughter in the silence, the flash of black robes on the corner, the watered-down blood on the floor and the young boys who were wet, scared and wearing black for a second when they first met. This place was cursed; all hallucinations disappeared when he returned to the capital after defeating Daemon. So why does he suddenly see Lucerys in a random boy again?
Chills shook his body, but Aemond did not turn around. With a quick step, he walked out into the corridor, trying to appear calm. Whoever this servant was, the next time he met him, he would surely look different. Or he will just turn around, and his face will be ugly, ill-fitting, with eyes of the wrong color and the wrong facial features.
Yet in the evening, tired and annoyed after a long day, he wished that from then on it would be this servant who would clean his chamber in the morning.
***
With his last request in mind, Aemond deliberately procrastinated the next morning. After waking up, he lay in bed for a long while before he finally got up, set about choosing his clothes, as if it actually mattered to him, and then slowly began to put on his shirt.
When he was almost ready to leave, and the servant still wasn't there, he sat down at his desk and began reading a thin book about valyrian philosopher.
He read maybe two pages, impatiently tapping his foot and desperately trying to focus on his reading, before the door opened and a quiet voice announced his arrival. Sighing heavily, preparing himself for disappointment, another hallucination and nightmares that would haunt him for days to come, he got up from his desk, headed toward his chair and sighed once more.
"Come over here and put on my belt" he instructed, staring at the servant's back. The boy froze for a moment before putting down the linens and turning around, looking at the ground. Aemond pointed to the sword belt lying nearby with the sword in its scabbard, and his dark curls bounced as the servant walked up to him with a quick step and grabbed it with both hands. "Look at me"
The brown eyes lifted first, followed immediately by the entire head. Delicate features, plump lips, a turned-up nose and perfectly straight eyebrows. If it wasn't Lucerys, a few years older, with slightly broader shoulders, a scar on his cheek and a few inches taller, then it must have been his lost twin. And Rhaenyra, although she had a predilection for bastards, was not known for abandoning her children.
The boy approached at a forearm's distance, wrapping his belt around Aemond's waist, focusing his gaze on his hands on the buckle. The king instead watched his face, absorbing every last detail.
"What's your name, boy?" he raised a hoarse voice.
"Luke, your highness" he quietly replied, finishing his work on the belt. Then he took his hands and moved away to an even greater distance, looking down.
"Where are you from, Luke?"
"From Storm's End, your majesty"
"How old are you?"
"I'm not sure, your majesty. Probably about eighteen, maybe a little less"
"Ah, so you don't know. Of course. Go back to work"
He wasn't sure what else to say. The sight of Lucerys came as a shock, making him euphoric and confused at the same time. How is this possible? Luke was dead, having been torn apart by Vhagar, just like his dragon. And yet the only signs of this accident were a large scar on his cheek and a slight limp when he walked.
Another point - Lucerys was not afraid of him. He showed him respect, refused to even look him in the face. Was he working for people he considered usurpers? Something must be wrong. It wasn't a pretense, no. It couldn't have been.
Whatever happened, perhaps it was Aemond's second chance.
***
He was up half the night, pondering the situation and looking through old scrolls and tomes that might contain answers to his questions. So far, the only logical explanation he found was amnesis, a relatively rare affliction that can be contracted primarily from a hard blow to the head. Apparently Luke had by some miracle survived, so it was logical that he had fallen into the water or on the shore and undoubtedly could have fallen victim to this condition, which manifested primarily as memory loss - sometimes partial and sometimes total. After a while, Luke could recall everything, fragments or nothing. It was a lysenian roulette.
Now that he had probably figured out his nephew's affliction without arousing the suspicions of Maester Orwyl, he could begin to consider his next steps.
Lucerys didn't remember who he was, and looking at his presence in the Red Keep, no one else recognized him either, although he hadn't actually changed much in the four years that had passed since his demise. Rhaenyra's followers had long since surrendered, the Velaryons were either dead or far away. There was probably no one in the castle who could make him aware of what had happened. Only Aemond.
And Aemond... was known as a one-eyed killer of relatives. A usurper who was suspected of being involved in a plot to poison his own brother. No one would have expected anything good from him. No one would be surprised if it turned out that Prince Lucerys was alive and his uncle had made a servant of him. And although it sounded awful, suggesting the rumors, everyone would easily get used to the idea that their king was more attracted to the boy who gouged out his eye than to his own wife. They wouldn't have supported it, but they would have understood. Besides, they would have had no choice. After all, would there be a greater humiliation possible for the Blacks' deficient people to learn that their queen's beloved son had become the whore of the man who had destroyed his family? Or maybe, just maybe, if Luke regains his memory, he himself will feel that terrible disgust, anger and hatred that his uncle felt after losing an eye from his hand? There will be no greater pleasure possible at all for Aemond than to keep his enemy in bed, unaware and defenseless, at his mercy? And Lucerys has always been a lovely creature, alluring and graceful, with a beautiful, almost girlish face and plump lips. It will be sheer pleasure, to idolize Rhaenyra's beloved boy.
Aemond overslept and woke up at a time when he is halfway through his training on a daily basis, and as a result Lucerys arrived a little later than last time, and seeing that the king was still in bed, he wanted to hastily leave, but the king stopped him.
"Come up to me, boy. There is something you must do for your king" uncertainly, slowly, Luke approached the bed, looking at the floor the whole time. The poor little baby, was clearly terrified by the turn of events. He was shaking and looked as if he was about to cry. "Lie down on the bed."
Lucerys fleetingly looked the king in the face, showing his fear and confusion even more clearly, making the most unhappy face Aemond had ever seen, before once again wordlessly the boy complied with his ruler's wishes. After all, he was supposed to serve him, no questions asked and no objections.
"Don't worry, Luke. I won't hurt you. On the contrary, I want both of us to be fine. Are you okay?"
"M-my king, I..." his voice was breaking, and more and more tears were gathering in his eyes.
"Now I'm going to undress you, okay? Is this your first time?"
"T-that's right..."
"Well, you have nothing to worry about. I haven't done it with a man, so you have the privilege of being my first. But I know how to do it. My brother told me enough about it when he was drunk" saying, Aemond began to remove from his terrified nephew an oversized shirt of rough material, ugly shoes and equally unpleasant pants. "Your clothes are awful. Later today I will order for you the finest robes I can get. For your family, too. You have a family, don't you? Tell me about them" he admired the boy's body, slim and with an outline of muscles from hard work. Long legs, slight indentation of the waist and pink nipples. Perfection.
"I... have no family. An old woman found me in Storm's End, a local maester cured me. Neither of them had enough money to support me, so I came here. I worked in the house of a merchant, until one of his servants found a job here and took me with her" whispered Luke, and Aemond, noticing that the small body was trembling, put his hand on his thigh.
"That explains a lot. Are you cold? We'll warm you up" the hand went up to the servant's flaccid penis. Ignoring the gasp and rapid intake of air, Aemond began to move his hand up and down, determined to make his Luke enjoy every second of the act. He touched him the way he liked to be touched himself, his fingers mussing his testicles, embracing his growing erection and focusing all his attention on it. He was mesmerized by the slight weight, the mesquite of dark hair at the base and how his hand hid the blushing tip.
Luceris quietly moaned and sighed, but let out a short cry of surprise when suddenly, apart from his hand, the king placed his mouth on it, licking from base to tip and again, again, just as the only whore he had ever been with had done. Finally he put his mouth all over it, swaying back and forth, humming softly and relishing the situation. He wouldn't do it for anyone else, Aemond wouldn't do it at all, but Luke, oh, for Luke could do it and more.
It took him longer to bring his nephew to orgasm than he thought it would, given that the boy was a virgin, but perhaps it was a matter of Aemond's meager skills and the fear that must still be present in Luceris.
Aemond swallowed the salty cum, looking his partner in the eyes. He wanted to express his adoration for the delicate creature beneath him. He wanted Lucerys to feel excitement, joy and pleasure. That he would gladly return to his bed.
"What a beautiful creature you are. I could worship you like a believer in his god. You just have to let me do it, Luke" he kissed the inside of the boy's thigh to emphasize the importance of his words, before reluctantly pulling away from him and starting to pull off his night robe.
"I think this might hurt a little, but it should be better afterwards" Aemond concluded, and Luke's eyes widened in horror.
The king reached for a previously prepared bottle lying on the bedside table. Drunkenly, Aegon had said that there was something, some kind of lubricant, that one uses to loosen up and make an easier... entrance, so an embarrassed Aemond had summoned a lord known for his fondness for other men the day before, and after previous threats to cut out his tongue, he finally got what he wanted.
The lube was oily and cool, so Lucerys flinched at the feel of the finger against his hole, which resisted before Aemond managed to insert even half a finger. They both groaned when the whole finger was already inside. Luke had tears in his eyes and his uncle had to pat him on the hip to make him relax a little.
After a while, Aemond started to move and, deciding that it was better to do it quickly, he added a second finger as well. Luke's body began to shake.
"Take it easy. It will be better soon"
"M-my king, I ... it hurts. I don't want to. Please, I'm afraid"
"In a moment you will change your mind. Shouldn't you serve me?"
Aemond extended his fingers, and Luke immediately gasped. There were droplets of sweat on his face, and a tear dripped from his eye when he noticed that his uncle was beginning to cover his erection with lubricant.
"Relax, love"
He applied his penis to the servant's still-tight entrance, pushing all the way to the handle, ignoring Luke's resistance and moans. He figured it was better to do it once and for all.
He didn't move for a while, letting the boy get used to this new feeling, admiring his tear-drenched face, the clenched fists with which he embraced Aemond's biceps and the gentle trembling of his petite body. He would be inclined to say that it did not make him happy. He would have liked to see the faces of Rhaenyra and Daemon if they had seen it too; their sweet boy, red-faced, lying and moaning under the one who supposedly killed him.
Long seconds passed, during which Luke became accustomed to the feeling of Aemond inside him. They looked into each other's eyes, one close to ecstasy, the other close to bursting into tears and scowling so as to become invisible.
"It's better now, isn't it? You are so perfect. You're doing such a great job. Good boy"
He began to move, and Luke initially let out a quiet moan of pain before Aemond lifted his legs onto his shoulders and began to search for “that magic place where everyone starts screaming,” as Aegon put it long ago. The unbearable tightness around his cock began to slowly ease, the boy's body no longer tensed like a bowstring and quickly adapted to the king's increasingly rapid thrusts, and Luke finally began to slowly move his hips.
"Shout for me. Call me your king. I want to hear you"
As if on cue, Lucerys began moaning and twisting his hips, feeling the strange stabs of pleasure caused by the king's penis. He didn't expect to actually like it; on the contrary, he initially felt like running away, crying and howling in pain at the stretching sensation, but he was just a servant who was supposed to obey his ruler. That's why he agreed, but he didn't believe that the words of Aemond, known for his cruelty, would turn out to be true.
"Your highness! Gods... yes, why is this so good?"
"More, more!" Aemond accelerated his hip movements.
"My king!" shouted Luke, swaying to the rhythm of his uncle's thrusts, who finally leaned in for the first time and kissed those beautiful lips he wanted to see wrapped around his cock.
Luke's inexperience was palpable in his kisses, but as in his childhood, he was a quick learner. He tried to move his lips like his uncle, while making quiet moans. Aemond, usually quiet, grunted and occasionally moaned at the wonderful feeling of having his nephew under him.
They were both close to the end, and Aemond, noticing that Luke's body was beginning to tremble again, this time from excitement, put his hand on him and began to masturbate him, desperately wanting to see him crumble beneath him once more. It didn't take long for that to happen; Luke's hole tightened around Aemond, who let out a loud moan and came, feeling euphoric and satisfied.
"Did I live up to your expectations, my king?"
"Oh, definitely"
***
A FEW MONTHS LATER
The servant came earlier than usual, so Luke was still lying naked in bed, covered only with a sheet. Aemond went out at dawn to the training ground, and the whole castle had been preparing for the birthday celebration of the heir to the throne since morning.
"Come back later. And please bring me breakfast" ordered Luke. Last night had finished him off, and he really didn't understand how Aemond had enough strength to get up so early and train, especially since there was to be a party that evening.
Lucerys wasn't invited; the king didn't want to flaunt his lover in front of the entire court, especially since the queen dowager, who had probably already heard about her son's lover and, as a pious person, certainly didn't support it, would also be present.
But this was quite to Luke's liking; he didn't want to expose himself to the stares and whispers of the court, as he did when he was a child or when walking with Aemond (with his face covered, of course).
The fact that Aemond was so afraid that someone would tell him the truth worked in Lucerys' favor.
His plan became a bit more complicated, as he hadn't anticipated this turn of events... but maybe it was better. Now he had access to the entire royal family; the usurper, his queen and his child, his only son, the heir to the throne.
Revenge was getting closer. Aemond wanted him to serve him, so he will.
He will serve him vengeance.