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To say that Jacaerys was dreading this day was an understatement; the war looming over his family bothered him, of course, but not as much as his twin had been of late. Aerion was nothing like Jace, and Jace was nothing like Aerion; sharing a face as twins was one of their only similarities, that and their status as omegas. Aerion was high-strung to say the least, yet insightful in a way that perturbed others at court. He would say like a dragon, he could smell deceit on the wind and even better in the spilled blood of his house's enemies, like their mother, he was beautiful and fierce. Jacaerys, as the eldest, was always steadfast and responsible, a tribute to his alpha mother and father. He was well learned in the politics and histories of Westeros, as any prince of the realm should be; he knew his duties as prince, and what would be required of him one day as King and omega, he’d have to most like take an alpha of his mother's choosing and bear children like any other omega.
Gods willing, they’d come out looking like his brother and not him, he never resented Aerion for his perfect valyrian features the way he looked used to bother him until Aerion set him to rights “You will be King one day and an omega still-’’ his hands pressed into Jace's face when he found him crying about it just ten and two,” Yet the Realm will still bow to you cause you are a Targaryan, you came from our mother no one may take this from us” if Jace resented anything about his brother it was how free he was in a way, a click of the door and brush clacking of well made shoes rip Jace from his peaceful state of in between sleep and consciousness.
“You better not still be sleeping, mother will be wroth with you if you put off your duties any longer. What's wrong with you, and don’t try to lie and say it's your heat we’ve been in sync our last few cycles.” Ah, that's what Jace gets for thinking about him too loud, “Good morning to you too, Aerion.” Jace grumbled as he fully pulled himself from sleep, his soft sheet falling from his pale, exposed chest, “Not an answer, now what's wrong?” The sharpness of how his brother asked the question was not lost on Jacaerys, yet he could not help the glare that found its way to his face,” Don’t play the fool, Aerion, you know as well as I that at least ONE of us should be staying here with Mother. She is strong but the war takes its toll on her, and you know father isn’t helping-” Jace began on his little tirade as Aerion rolled his eyes and started about Jace's room getting his clothes for the day, he’s never admit it but between the two of them, he had the stronger maternal instinct when it came to the physical upkeep of taking care of someone.
Aerion holds a hand up in the middle of Jace's sentence, “And I told you that mother is the Queen and has many attendants, should she have need, her war council will provide and if she is missing her pups well, it is good that she has our two littlest brothers and our sisters here!” he says in hoity-toity voice as he sits down to gently manage Jace’s curls, only to switch to much more abrasive tone once his hands starting working the expensive scented oil in, watching as the curls become more defined akin to the late lord strong,” If you think I’m allowing my elder brother to go North to treat with those barbarians, you must’ve been dropped by one of the maesters at birth and mother simply didn’t tell you.” he said with a small smirk on his lips,”why you-” Jace turns with a smile as he pushes Aerion from his bed as he gets up himself to put on the clothes his brother picked, as he dressed Aerion handed him a set earrings small intricately carved rubies in the shape of dragons, the design is matched to his own set of rings adorned on his delicate fingers. He thinks the hairpins would’ve matched his brother better, but alas, he had cut it short in a fit before one of his heats, gods know why, their mother had been furious. The need to match as complements to each other was a tradition the dragon twins started for themselves, always some sort of matching, jewelry, fabric, or scented oil to their person. It was a way for them to be present as a united front, as omegas, they did not always garner the respect that was deserved.
In the past, lesser men in the Red Keep sought to set the brothers against eachoher spinning lies of one or the other being more worthy of the throne they might have claim to, it was just before the family left for Dragonstone that they began matching themselves to complement each other, always very similar but never the same, for everything they must do is political game and the brothers knew this well. “They are not barbarians, they are a part of the seven kingdoms, and we need the Stark’s support, they have one of the largest armies in the realm. We need men,” he says almost to himself, trying to hide the stress in his voice, not that he ever really could hide from Aerion. His brother sucks his teeth, clearly uninterested in Jace’s prattling, “Spare me, brother, I know the politics, and I could care little and less.”
Aerion really only cared about a few things: his family name, being a skilled fighter, and making sure everyone knew of his brother's right to rule, even to a detriment, he would defend Jace, for his brother's security is his. “You are now awake, so go eat and greet Mother, and I will have the dragonkeepers saddle up Vermax. Do not keep us waiting.”
Jace sighed, he knew the real reason Aerion wanted to be the one to saddle up Vermax was because of his desire to stow away his unhatched egg in Vermax’s saddle. It was another point of contention between the brothers, a win that means most everything and nothing to Jace. He often wondered what it would be like taking to the sky with his twin on the back of his own dragon, as he had with Luke. Aerion stopped riding with Jace years ago, a sore spot for both of them if ever there was one, but Jace held on to his bond with his dragon as one of the few things that saved him from rumours of bastardy, the other being that he shared a womb with his clear Valyrian beauty of a brother. Aerion could take his egg with him. Jace would not begrudge him, it had been a labor of love that he and his Mother found a way transport the eggs on dragon back safely so that he could take it with him anywhere. He found his mother waiting in a small dining area, adjoined to her bedroom, where the family often shared meals,
“Jacaerys!” his mothers smile finds her face like the growing flame all consuming in a way that he can’t help but match, “Please come eat sweatling, your bother already has, he must’ve had a time waking you as I sent him over an hour ago,” she says as she rushes up to him laying a gentle kiss on the crown of his head guiding him to sit at her side. Plates of fresh fruit, bread with jam, and assorted meats were brought before him. He gladly filled his plate with small portions as he peered up to his mother, who made no effort to take a serving for herself. Her hands were laced into eachother as a slight unease filled the silence though clearly not from Jace, he thought to not press it at first, then rallied against his need to be a perfectly polite prince, “Why are letting Aerion go with me? You should have at least one of your omega sons here, attending to you and our brothers.” he suddenly pressed his mother, a slight sour expression flashed on Rhaenyra’s face, it was enough to make Jace falter and turn his gaze from her piercing eyes, a weighted breath passed her lips as she stood and crossed behind her son placing gentel strong hands on his shoulders the hands of an Alpha woman who had cradled him in them, all his life, a calm washed over him, his mothers pheramones no doubt.
“You need an escort, and your brother will suit,” she said in a curt voice. The logic did not sit well with Jace, his brother was an omega like him. Would it not be better if he had an Alpha escort or even a Beta? “Then why not send me with Baela or Rhaena? Hells I could even go with Luke to storms end and then go North to the Starks.” the sour exspression found his mothers face once more, he could smell her frustration at his prying in her scent, he could tell she was hiding something, ”Enough Jacaerys, your sisters will stay here to advise me and my war council, Rhaena can attented to the pups just fine as a Beta, her designation will be a calming force them even not as an omega” he hated that he felt like she was keeping something from him, “besides it’s best your bother goes with you, only you can balance his humors when he gets in a state, as much as he’d attended to me I won’t be able to attend to him should he need it.” She paused and leaned down to her son, embracing him as he stood from his seat, food long forgotten, “he’d be forlon without your presence as you are when he is gone from you.”
The truth of his mother's words rang in his skull, but the merit of his words still hung in the air something was amiss yet as he looked up at his mother once more and studied her tender demoenor he could not find it in him to push further. Despite his annoyance at the situation of what felt like Aerion worming his way into a mission he might use to prove to the kingdom and his mother he’d be fine King one day, even as an omega, he could’t deny that his brother coming with was a steadying presence. Mother was always right, they truly balanced eachother in a way that could’t be matched by anyone else. Aerion soothed Jacaerys and his social aches due to his features amoung other things, and Jacaerys was one of the few who could dissuade him and his fury when it hit, and it oft did. “Alrigth mother, I will take my leave then and strive to be an honor to our house.” Rhaenyras face shifted not to that of his mother, but the one of ruler of great house who held exponential pride for their kin, “I have no doubts my son, now go, I will see you off before you mount Vermax” with that his mother swiftly exited through a door to her private solar as Jace made his was to the dragon pit.
Apon his arrival he found his twin and sisters conversing intensely on the gray stone steps before the descent into the pitt, his sister Baela face twisted in cross way, “I don’t care Aerion, do not let your mouth get the better of you when representing our house.” the sterness in her voice paralled only by the calm in Rhaena’s, her hatchling Morning perched adorned on her shoulders, “She is just worried Aerion, we both are.” the pheramons of the Beta woman doing much to bring down the tempers in the room. Blessed with their house to have not one but two sets of twins, it made for a strong family line. He had always admired Baela, for an alpha she was forward thinking, it was she who pushed for him and his bother to be trained to swing a sword more thoroughly rather then just how to lightly defend themself with a simple dagger, her and Aerion felt the same way about how their house should always put up a strong front second gender designation be dammed. An idignaint huff passed Beala's lips as she looked away, sucking the breath back in as she turned back to him, “You're a braw fighter, Aerion, good as any Alpha, but you're still-” she dwelled on her next words not wanting to enrage her brother who already looked to be teetering on the precipice, “easliy goaded sometimes, I just want you and Jace safe, the North isn’t like the other kingdoms, they will not stand for your willfulness” his bother bit his cheek not a fan the fact that his sister had spoken accurately, as he went to reilatiate that should the North not acquiesce to the Queen then it should burn, Rhaenyra emerged holding a book of the seven, “Mind her my love, she frets for you as any sister and Alpha would” she spoke in btween graceful strides placing a placative kiss oh his forehead.
He instantly calmed and looked to his mother pure reverence in his eyes, oh how he loved his mother the Queen and took joy in addressing her so, almost as much as he loved calling her mother, “Yes my Queen.” his mother softened, she was always easy on him, he second son who looked so much like her and he who looked like his father, Jace swallowed his flash of contempt especially when his mother then approached him doing the same, calming him once more.
He needed to make sure his mission went well. He stopped dwelling in his thoughts when Luke emerged from the archway coming to where his family had gathered on the steps, “I’ve bid farewell to the pups, I’m ready.” the tremor in voice could not be hidden, “Anchor yourself pup, you are blood of the dragon,” Aerion bayed his little brother with a stern face his hand unenthusiastically placed on his shoulder, though unpresented yet, his brother's pheromones still seemed to help calm the boy who would remain a pup to them all till his second gender showed itself. Their mother bid them all to swear on a book of the seven that they would be messengers only, much to Aerion’s dismay, who never minded a good chance to fight and show his skills he worked so hard to hone. She then took her leave of them, along with their sisters, as they descended into the pit, to the dragon keepers bringing forth their mounts. Jace then approached Luke, holding his face in his hands, etching his little brother's features into his mind as he sweetly ran his thumb across his cheek. A sudden, unknown feeling overtook him, and he struggled for the words for a moment. “Be well and be safe, Luke,” he spoke softly as he placed a kiss on the crown of his head, just as his mother had done to him less than an hour ago.
His little brothers face lit up always happy to receive affection from his brothers, “I will Jacaerys, you and Aerion take care of eachother.” the unsteady tone of his voice now gone replaced with his normal caidence, “All will be well Lucerys, you and Jace’s fear of the North men is halfwitted at best since the northmen are dullards” his sharp tongue never could hold itself, “The Starks are loyal as dogs, they will not be oathbreakers and if they are then they will suffer the consequences of betraying the Queen, none can stand against the dragon.” his nose in the air, Jace rolled his eyes even if it was true they needed to be more diplomatic, they could win this war many ways including with the ferocity his twin so deeply craved but they needed to be astute or all would be lost.
He and Aerion mounted Vermax. Jace took note of the hot, small basin attached to the back of his saddle, no doubt his brother's precious egg. It was wildfire they used to sustain the heat, and Valyrian steel to make the basin. It cost a fortune and could only hold one to two eggs at best, but it was worth it for his brother's comfort. He knew that if it been him with no dragon, his twin would have created the same, the dragon does not forget its kin. With his twin behind him, hands glued to his brother's side, it had been an age since he flew, much to Jace’s sorrow. “Sōvēs!” the command ripped through the air as they ascended into the sky, waving at Arrax and Luke as they flew south.
It was mayhaps an hour into their journey when he felt his brother’s hands move from his hips onto his thighs, a firm squeezing, “You are distracting me.” his tone not matching his body's response, “Yes, that is the point, brother I can smell your distress, it is vile.” he said as he moved his hand to his clothed center lightly rubbing at his cunt, “relax and let me take care of you Jace as you would me” he whisperd in his ear nibbling on the lobe. It was a shame that neither he nor Aerion was an alpha he would’t mind his life being even more bound to his twin. They had done this before, many a time, actually, it wasn’t fully uncommon for omegas to help eachother during unmated heats. Their family never seemed to have qualms that he and Aerion were occasionally intimate during hard heats, most everyone turned a blind eye to their dalliances even outside of heats.
They had partaken in one another's bodies before outside of heat under the guise of learning how to enjoy one's flesh. Through many nights, they learned the ways of their omega bodies and what they preferred during intimacy. Jacaerys relaxes into his twin's touch. Aerion took that as his cue to unlace Jace’s pants as he lined soft kisses with his supple lips on Jace's mating glans, encouraging them to release the stress pheromones from his twin's body and return to his more relaxed disposition rather than the uptight, repressed self he is now. They both shuddered when Aerion's hands finally found his cunt, already covered in slick from his brother prodding, “see this is how I know you are stressed and pent up, your cunt cries to be filled.” the snide timber of his voice making Jace purse his lips, “Shut up Aerion and put your fingers in me now.” he didn’t need to be told twice, he quickly plunged his fingers into his heat and pulled Jace back to lean on him more so he had better access to his cunt, he could feel his brother’s wet walls trying to suck his fingers in deeper, who was he to deny his bother the Heir to Iron Throne needs? “Haaah, oh gods yes…” breathy moans begin to spill from Jace's lips as his twin starts to finger him faster, digging for the spot he knew would finally break him.
Aerion didn’t let up on his poor brother's mound. It was not in his nature to surrender or pace himself, he would rip pleasure from his brother’s sweet cunt over and over the whole ride North if it was what Jace wanted. Gods Jace looks good like this, face flushed bitting his lip so hard it might bleed, if he did, Aerion would savor the sanguine taste, “Keep a good hold of the regins Jace, we wouldn’t want to end up in Essos because can’t fly straight,” a teasing smirk found his face as he fucked his fingers in harder his palm pressing roughly on Jace’s clit apllying the punishing pressure he knew he loved so much. “Mmmm….aH! A-Aerion, hell's right nguhhh-!” The pressure builds quickly since Aerion knew exactly how to push his brother to his impending peak. Jace clutched the reins so tight his knuckles turned white, Aerion was right (again) he truly did need this, “Let go Jace I can feel you fluttering around me,” fresh salty tears spring from Jace’s face as his orgasm washes over him, the wind whipping them from his eyes near instantaneously, leaving behind a cold drying trail down his cheeks, it felt almost like ice ever so gently caressing his face. The strain he had been holding in his shoulder since this morning finally losens giving Jace the much-needed reprieve he craved as he deflated onto his brother, leaning back as his breathing came back to normal. “There, your scent is back to its normal pleasantness, no more of those acrid overtones you have when you're bothered by something.” Aerion muses as he pulls his hand from his brother's pants, holding his fingers up to Jace’s face expectantly.
His mouth opens as he uses his tongue to guide his brother's digits into the wet cavern, sucking his own slick from them, closing his lips around them, “Mmm, blessed is the alpha that gets to use this mouth first.” Jace scoffs as the fingers leave his mouth, “You're lucky mother has never caught you whoring around with Ser Arryak or any other Queens Guard, she’d be furious to know you maiden head is gone.” A giggle falls from the sanrky twin's lips, “You should try it sometime, Jace. They're sworn to secrecy unless the Queen directly asks them, besides, I have not been kotted, I’m practically as pure as the maiden to the eyes of many.” At this, both he and his brother laughed. Aerion Targayan pure? The gods would not will it so, “ugh did you have to do that when we are so far? I’m going to be sitting in my slick for hours till we rest for the night,” he spoke as he shifted forward more, feeling some of his slick still drip from his hole. If his brother heard him, he plainly ignored him.
When they settled for the night, he and his brother lay next to each other, the cold of the North winds hitting them since they were just past the Neck, “We will be in Winterfell come the morrow, Aerion. We must secure it for Mother, so please let me lead the diplomatics.” his brother glanced up softening, “Of course, it was what you trained for as Heir but do begrudge me the chance to represent our house. You know I’d never shame you Jacaerys.” he relents knowing his brother will find some way no matter what to be relevant for his house past his second gender. “Goodnight, Jacaerys, rest well, see you upon the morrow.” Sleep comes easily when he is near his kin. Maybe he is grateful Aerion came along; only time would tell how the twins would be received in Winterfell, but if he had his brother, he could handle whatever the North deigned to throw at them. At least that's what he thought.