I apologize for the mistakes; English is not my first language, so please excuse them.
Warning: Aerion, incest?, torture, mild perversion, knife, threat, masochism perhaps?, sorry for all the mistakes, I'll try to improve my writing.
Summary: After Aerion annoys his sweet little brother, you decide to teach the demon a lesson.
It was the peak of the night when Aegon invaded your chambers, crying in despair as he woke you up. You couldn't complain because he had scared you, but when you saw the boy's despair, he was running from something—you were sure of it.
"Aegon, what happened?" Your voice came out firm as you stood up and walked quickly to meet the boy.
"H-he, h-had a k-knife, a-and he put it between m-my l-legs." Aegon's desperate stuttering hit you hard.
"Egg," you used his nickname in a whisper to comfort your little brother as you pulled him into a hug.
"He said he was going to turn me into a sister so I could be his wife."
"Who?" You stepped back slightly just to stare at the boy, but you already had the answer.
"Aerion," the little one said softly, as if afraid of what the name might invoke. Your face darkened so much that even the gods would have feared you at that moment. Aerion would pay; you would make sure of it.
Aegon had already calmed down, sleeping peacefully beside you, but you remained wide awake, staring at the ceiling and stroking Egg's platinum hair unconsciously. At no point did your rage leave you during those last two hours, as you imagined various ways to kill Aerion.
You slipped out of bed carefully so as not to wake Egg, putting on your crimson silk robe with black details. The corridors of the Red Keep felt small before your rage. The princes' chambers were on the same wing, but Aerion's was the furthest away by his own preference—but that didn't stop you from getting there in a few seconds.
"Princess," the royal guard made a clumsy bow that you didn't bother to acknowledge. "No one enters." Your order was simple, but your sharp voice made the poor guard hesitate to contest.
You slipped into the chambers delicately so as not to announce your presence, carefully closing the door behind you. Aerion's chambers were like the rest of the keep—cold stones and a gloomy air—but he had an unusual habit: he always left the fireplace lit, all the time. Even in the hottest summers, he never put it out. He said dragons need fire. But there he was, the man who called himself a dragon, sleeping harmlessly. As you walked deeper into the room, you analyzed how Aerion rested, covered only by a thin silk sheet, with his clothes thrown on the floor along with his dagger.
You didn't know what you were going to do when you got there, but as soon as you saw that sharp dagger, thrown aside as if it weren't lethal, it gave you a brilliant idea. You untied the knot of your robe, letting it fall to your feet. Walking to the fireplace, you threw the jar of water you had picked up from the side table into it, extinguishing the fire that warmed the room. As you were plunged into darkness, you went around Aerion's bed, briefly crouching to pick up the dagger. In one impulse, you were positioned on top of Aerion's hips, waking him up.
"What the f—" Aerion tried to speak when he felt the blade against him. "Shut up," you said, sliding the hand that held the dagger between his legs, pressing it against Aerion's member. You saw Aerion's eyes widen—it was the first time you had seen that man show any emotion other than arrogance. "I heard you wanted a sister. What do you think if I turn you into a lady and deliver you to those idiot men?" You leaned over Aerion as you pressed the dagger further against him.
"You're playing with fire," Aerion's voice came out hoarse, but he didn't dare move—not while something so sharp was near such an important part of him. "I said shut up." With one hand, you held Aerion's jaw against the pillow. You would be lying if you said you weren't enjoying the situation you both were in. "You don't look like much of a dragon when someone puts you in your place, do you, brother?"
You saw Aerion close his eyes tightly as you took the dagger from between his legs and slid it playfully over his chest. If you hadn't been pressing his jaw, you would have heard the curse he muttered in High Valyrian as you settled on top of him. Your smile wavered when you felt his erection against your thigh. You couldn't be enjoying this more. "You disgusting bastard, are you aroused by your sister threatening you?" You gave a slight laugh as you placed the dagger against Aerion's neck, who swallowed hard. "What a pathetic dragon you are."
"I think you'd better stop this," Aerion's voice came out low as he grabbed your thigh. "Why? You seem to be enjoying it so much," your voice came out hot against Aerion's ear.
You loosened the dagger on him and slid your free hand to his erection, grabbing it with some force—which caused an immediate effect on the man beneath you. "What do you want?" Aerion's voice came out like a plea. "What do I want, little brother?" Your hand slid over his length so slowly that it seemed like torture for the man with irregular breathing. "I want you to learn your lesson." Your hand went down and up in a caress. "I want you to stop bothering the innocent like a stupid worm." This time, you squeezed him so hard that the scream Aerion let out could have woken up the entire keep—good thing you ordered no one to enter.
"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" "You shouldn't talk like that to someone who has a dagger against you." Your blade was already pressed against his throat again.
"Now I'm going to speak, and you're going to repeat it like the good, scared little boy you are." Another squeeze on Aerion's neck made him nod slightly. "Say you're a stupid dragon who has to bother the innocent because you're a cowardly piece of shit." Aerion fixed his eyes on you; the fire in his gaze could scare anyone, but not you, for your fire burned hotter than his. "SAY IT!" Your scream came with another squeeze.
"I am a dragon..." "Continue," you slid the dagger to meet his erection again. "I am a stupid dragon... who torments the innocent out of cowardice." His voice was sharp, but Aerion said what you ordered.
You were already putting your robe back on when you heard Aerion's humorless laugh as he remained lying there with a tense body. "Stay away from Aegon." Your attention was still on the robe's tie. "Madne ikso se ñuhor bantis rhēdes," Aerion whispered to himself, laughing again. You left him in his moment of insanity; he was unstable, and you never knew how he would react—proving his own words: madness is in our blood.
As you passed through the doors, leaving them open without any concern for who might see, the guard looked at you with wide eyes, then heard the man's scream inside.
You returned to your place beside Aegon in bed, kissing his forehead, plunged into the darkness of the night.
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