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“Aerion the Unruly Child”.
“Aerion! He’s done it again!”
“If I were to bet the blame be on anyone I’d say that Princeling, Aerion”.
That's all Dunk ever heard as the Prince grew toward his adulthood years, he never quite understood it.
Not once had he seen Aerion cause the chaos that apparently followed him wherever he walked, nor had he seen any problems arise just from him breathing, because apparently some even claimed so.
But to him? Prince Aerion ‘Brightflame’ Targaryen was nothing less than sensible.
Oh, how naive Dunk could be?
It was another day just like any other day, Dunk had done his rounds like usual and nothing was amiss.
Rarely anything these days was.
He’d thought; perhaps he should go check on the King? Maybe his sons or grandchildren?
Little Rhae was always around, sometimes trailing after him in an attempt to persuade Dunk to play potions.
Although these days he’d begun to wonder just how real those potions were— last time she had caused quite the explosion in the library though thankfully the small girl hadn’t been harmed.
Apparently she’d almost created something adjacent to Wildfire.
How? Dunk had no idea how an eight year old girl could do that, even if it was an accident.
Back to the present, it turns out that on his way to the library as Dunk crossed the courtyard, he wouldn’t be bumping into the Princess.
Instead he was witnessing something else unfold in front of him;
Prince Aerion had been apprehended by one— no, two other knight’s, crowding him up against a wall with his feet almost off the ground.
From his dishevelled look it seems that they’d either laid their hands on him or atleast thrown him around.
Dunk’s eyes widened, his mouth falling open but he didn’t give another thought before he was charging towards them.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” He yelled but he didn’t give them much time to do more damage as he ripped both of the men away from Aerion and unsheathing his sword, pointing it towards them with Aerion shielded behind him.
“Laying your hands on the Prince? Are you both out of your mind?!”
Dunk’s teeth bared protectively as if to ward off the other two, but it came naturally to him.
“I should kill both of you as you stand here, it might even be merciful considering what the King’s Hand and Prince Maekar will do to you”.
A public execution might even be warranted, no doubt it would be advocated to the King for, although Dunk knew that Prince Maekar might just gut these two by his own volition before that transpired.
“Lord Commander—, Ser I— We—”.
One of the men stuttered out and he looked just about ready to shit himself, the other wasn’t faring much better either.
“Turn yourselves into the crown or I will personally hunt you down and strike you where you stand”.
Dunk expressed in his commanding voice.
“Say your cape and your sword, lest I rip it from your body”.
The men didn’t bother hesitating, there was no use.
Both of them had known the result of their actions, in no timeline would they have gotten away with such brutality towards a member of the royal family.
And just behind him?
Aerion was smiling up a storm during Dunk’s interruption, he’d wrapped a hand around the man’s arm while smirking to himself like a conniving little bastard.
Oh, how naive Dunk could be?
The Alpha watched the two men lay their capes down along with their livelihoods and Dunk was glowering down at them with all the disdain he could conjure.
“You will follow”. He ordered though he turned around for a moment to finally look at Aerion.
The boy was just staring up at him with tearful eyes.
Dunk sighed as he reached his hand out, he’d only just noticed the nasty mark across his face that appeared to be blooming into a bruise, no doubt from being struck in the face.
“Hurry along, Prince, I will deal with these miscreants”.
And Aerion did, though when he turned that grin was plastered back on his face.
Dunk almost felt shameful in a way after returning from surrendering those knights.
Those had been his knights laying their hands upon Aerion, God’s above he didn’t want to know what could have come to pass if he hadn’t been there in those moments.
The realm had no use for men like that.
Ha, men, he could hardly call them such after such animalistic brutality.
No doubt they’d be rotting in the dungeons, contemplating their impending fate.
In Dunk’s thoughts, his feet had carried him towards the Prince’s chambers.
His large, gauntleted hand raised to knock, he didn’t hear anything before announcing it was himself.
“Prince Aerion? It’s Ser Duncan, I’m just wondering if you’re alright?”
It only made sense he checked on the young Princeling, those men hadn’t exactly been kind to him and he wondered if he visited a maester for the graze on his cheek.
The door opened soon after he spoke, Aerion was dressed down in his sleep clothes— an almost sheer white chemise— despite the sun still being up in the sky.
“Ah, my Prince, I’m sorry to catch you in your lone time, I just wanted to check how you were faring?” The bruise on Aerion’s skin that he’d noticed earlier had developed more reddish-purple, the speckling of discoloured skin accentuated on his face.
Even so, it didn’t make him any less beautiful.
Perhaps he had been staring, but it was hard not to when Aerion held the fairest face he’d ever seen.
Alas, his thoughts were his own and there was no harm in such.
As long as they stayed that way.
“Ser Duncan”. Aerion peered up at him, voice faint as if he was still upset about earlier.
Of course he would be? Even Dunk was still saddened by earlier events even though he was more bordering on infuriated.
“I’m quite alright, thank you”. Aerion smiled then, his expression seemed to brighten the whole room.
Dunk watched him as Aerion stepped aside to allow him in his chambers, it wasn’t uncommon for Dunk to do such, he was Lord Commander for a reason.
“Have you been to the maesters to get your cheek checked out?” Dunk inquired, ducking his head just a little as he walked into the room, the curtains were still drawn despite the sunshine outside causing a red hue to take over the space.
Aerion didn’t speak until he was sat back on his bed again, his hands splayed on the quilt behind him and he leaned back just a touch as his head tilted up to look at Dunk who approached.
“I didn’t need to”. He didn’t see his Mother either, no doubt he would have made a fuss about him if he saw it.
And Dunk just sighed, his hand reaching out to place his thumb and forefinger against Aerion’s chin so he could tilt his head to the side.
The bruise was developing more and more by the minute.
“And there’s nothing else?”
He asked, the intense look Dunk gave him like he needed to know.
If they had done anything more to the Princeling, Dunk would have hung them from their necks for the entire King’s Landing to see.
“Well…” Aerion trailed off, eyes averting away from Dunk for a moment like he was hiding something but Dunk was patient with him.
He always was.
“My knees, they tripped me up and I fell against the gravel”.
A frown pulled to the Omega’s lips as he recalled the prior events.
“The skin there is all cut up, I was too ashamed to find the maesters”.
Aerion took a shaky breath.
“I was a fool not to go running for you as it happened— or anyone else, I thought I could protect myself”. Aerion couldn’t help but a tear to fall from his eye, he sniffled once he brought his hand up to wipe it away.
“My Prince…” Dunk trailed off as he fell to his knees, offering himself up as the role of maester, his fingers danced at the hem of his chemise, slowly bunching it up to his thighs.
And indeed Aerion’s knees were scraped raw, blood dried against his porcelain skin though it seemed like Aerion had already tended to himself as Dunk didn’t spot any grit from the ground embedded in the abrasions.
“My Prince, you—”.
When Dunk looked up, his throat felt dry, Aerion was staring down at him with a twinkle in his eyes, one he’d never quite seen before.
For just a moment, he could have believed the whispers.
“Ser Duncan?” The feigned tone of innocence, such a stark contrast to what his eyes truly portrayed.
Then Aerion’s foot pressed against the front of his breeches, his toes stroking against his crotch.
He pressed down firmer as if to test just how far he could push Dunk.
And Dunk was but a man, the stimulation against his cock, even if faint, was causing his breath to hitch and blood rush to his face— although not the only place it was rushing to either.
“My Prince—”. Dunk wasn’t even sure if his tone was questioning, pleading or something like a warning but even with his words? Aerion didn’t let up, his foot falling lower against where Dunk’s balls would rest.
The Alpha’s hands couldn’t help but ball into fists against Aerion’s chemise out of frustration, no doubt underneath the gauntlets his knuckles would be straining white against his skin.
And still, he spoke, his voice more firm and commanding than before.
“Your Grace”.
A huff pushed through his noise and Aerion only seemed amused by his reaction.
“What is it, Ser Duncan?” His foot moved higher again, the same place it had been prior but this time he applied even more pressure.
The groan Dunk couldn’t help but slip from his mouth made Aerion’s lips curl into a faint smirk.
“My knees? You were tending to my wounds were you not? Although I can’t fathom how when you have no equipment on your person”.
A hum passed Aerion’s lips, mocking in a way but he was no doubt entertained.
“Or is that it, Ser? Did you want to get between my legs?”
Aerion’s thighs moved further apart, just enough that he could still keep his foot trained on Dunk’s crotch.
“I see the way you look at me, my dear knight, I bet you think I wouldn’t catch the wandering glances or the way your scent spikes in interest when I walk past, you’re terrible at keeping secrets you know? But I suppose that’s what makes you loyal to the crown”.
After all, Dunk hadn’t acted on his desire although that might be considered more intelligent than loyal.
Aerion watched as shame overtook his knight's expression, it was almost too difficult not to chuckle, but Aerion atleast kept his composure, for now.
“I suppose it’s only natural though, you’re an Alpha, you see something you want— no, you see an Omega ripe for the taking, unmarred by any teeth and unsullied by a knot and you think it’s your stake to claim”.
Aerion’s eyes flickered up and down Dunk, it was a delight to see him squirm.
“But you? Ser Duncan, you’ve always been so sensible, even if your eyes undress me”.
God’s above, Dunk could just about hear his heartbeat in his ears past Aerion’s words, his cock was straining against his breeches with Aerion’s foot still firmly placed against his bulge which wasn’t making his discomfort any less.
“Your Grace— I have a duty to protect you, an oath that—”.
“Yes, such an oath that would forbid you to seek the comfort of even a whore, nevermind myself and yet here you are, still in front of me like you’re expecting something, a smarter man may have left the room by now to run to my parents about my antics but yet you remain, Ser Duncan”.
Aerion tilted his head again, savouring how Dunk’s shameful expression turned into conflict.
Aerion’s words lead into a thick silence for a moment before the Omega reached down and placed his hand atop of Dunk’s gauntlet, guiding his fingers further up against his thigh as the chemise rode up further against his body.
It became apparent then that maybe Aerion had somehow planned this from the reveal of his bare cunt in front of him.
“You swore an oath to the crown, to me and yet you continue to deny what your body desires and what I expect from you?” Aerion carried on with his manipulative words and he could absolutely tell he was breaking down the walls of morality that Dunk put up himself.
“Surely…”
Aerion’s other hand reached down between his legs two fingers parting his labia.
“—Surely it can’t be oathbreaking to sate me with your mouth, mhm?”
Dunk’s mind was reeling, trying to convince himself how wrong this was and he should absolutely rise to his feet and leave the room.
But Aerion’s scent was so strong, invading his senses and all he could think about was how Aerion would feel around his cock, how he would taste against his tongue.
Seven above, the God’s must be staring down at him in such disenchantment as he was coaxed forward, his other hand trailing up Aerion’s thigh to grab the supple flesh.
“Show me how you use your tongue, Lord Commander”.
Never in Dunk’s life had he wanted to savour the taste of something so much more than he did at this moment, his lips touching Aerion’s glistening cunt.
The taste of him— his slick like some nectar the Seven had laid upon him made his cock throb in his breeches.
He moaned again when his tongue licked broad between his folds, lapping up every bit of slick that he could.
Fuck, he shouldn’t be doing this, his tongue shouldn’t be anywhere near the Princeling nevermind defiling him nor his cock shouldn’t be pressing painfully against his trousers as he got himself aroused by pleasuring the royal Omega.
Yet here he was, a despicable excuse of a Lord Commander but he couldn’t help himself, he couldn’t pull away despite the guilt eating him from the inside.
His tongue continued to play against Aerion’s cunt before his lips sealed over his clit allowing another groan to pull from Dunk’s throat, vibrating against Aerion’s pink flesh.
“God’s”
And the way Aerion reacted?
The moan went straight to Dunk’s loins.
The Alpha shifted, uncomfortable in his armor but he didn’t quite care about himself, he was here to serve the Prince after all.
Dunk’s grip flexed against Aerion’s thighs, the sharp edge of the gauntlets just shy of his fingertips threatening to cut into his skin if he applied anymore pressure, no doubt his handling would leave bruises against the Omega’s pale skin.
Aerion had betted on it and he’d flaunt every single one of those marks off without a second thought to the consequences.
Though Dunk wished he would have ripped off his own gauntlets before getting between Aerion’s legs, a despicable thought clouding his senses;
Just how tight would the Prince feel around his fingers?
If he could barely take three, there’d be no chance for his cock— not that he was considering it, ahem, it would go against everyone of his principles.
Because apparently pleasuring Aerion with his mouth wasn’t against every promise he pledged.
Aerion couldn’t help his hips to stutter up against Dunk’s face as the Alpha’s tongue flicked over his clit with the utmost diligence before his mouth fell again, instead focusing on his hole once more, Dunk’s tongue pressing inside further than it had before.
The Alpha’s greed was becoming of him, Aerion’s slick wetting his entire beard and he couldn’t quite get enough of the taste.
He groaned again, his own hips rutting up into nothing in some attempt to relieve himself just as Aerion’s own ground against his face.
“Dunk— oh fuck…” His true name, one that Aerion rarely used and it sounded like a hymn to the Alpha’s ears.
It only made his ego bloom as he ate the Princeling out like a man starved, his tongue fucking in and out of his sopping cunt as his nose bumped against Aerion’s clit each and everytime the Omega rolled his hips back against him.
Even with the guilt pooling deep in his heart, Dunk wanted to mount the Princeling, deflower Aerion and pump him full of his seed, knot him until he was ruined for any other man.
He wondered how the Omega would react as his cunt molded around his cock, would he tear up and whine at Dunk that it was ‘just too big!’
Or perhaps he would suck up the pain, demanding more from Dunk until Dunk himself was driven into insanity.
The Alpha had been too focused on the moment, obsessively eating out the Princeling he swore he could be considered cunt-drunk, he hadn’t recalled when Aerion gripped onto his hair, forcing his face deeper against him as Aerion basically used his face and tongue as a toy to grind into.
It came to Dunk’s abrupt attention; he loved being used like this.
“Fuck— fuckfuck”. Aerion was basically growling, his teeth pressing against his reddened bottom lip, breaking at the skin as he chased his orgasm.
The Omega’s head tilted back and a cry pulled from his lips, the hand in Dunk’s hair tightening with the other balling against the sheets.
For it being the only orgasm he’d had with another, it also happened to be the best fuck he’d ever had, not even his hand could compete.
A breathy laugh bubbled up Aerion’s throat as his head slowly craned back to look at Dunk, jerking the knight’s head up while his shaking leg raised against Dunk’s shoulder, forcibly pushing him back.
Then Aerion’s eyes raked down on him and settled on the Alpha’s crotch.
“Oh, Ser Duncan you ruinous vile man, you’ve bestowed your wickedness on me and you enjoyed defiling me so much you released your spend in your own breeches, untouched? The Seven will not welcome you”.
Overwhelming guilt pushed itself to the forefront of Dunk’s mind again, a sick feeling tingling at the back of Dunk’s throat but he could barely reflect on his own betrayal before Aerion was speaking again.
“What difference would your cock make that your tongue hadn’t already explored?”
Dunk watched in his own shame as Aerion maneuvered himself back on the bed, the Princeling turned himself around on his knees, his head dropping and his back arching so his arse and cunt was on display for his Lord Commander.
Like a good Omega.
Dunk had never moved so fast in his life.
Oh, how naive Dunk could be?