Content warning: highly taboo, incest, and other weird stuff Iām sure.
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Baelor and maekar getting into a literal fist fight the night of baelors wedding. Maekars been sulking all night and storms out of the great hall stealing away to a shadowy hall to drown in his cups. After the ceremony is nearly over baelor finally approaches and whispers a question against Maekars ear, almost earnestly āarenāt you happy for me brother?ā Maekar pulls back staring at him in genuine annoyance and disgust at the suggestion that he should be happy on a night like this. He stares at baelor for a while measuring baelors sincerity only to find a pleading desperation hidden behind his eyes. Maekar decides this plea is for him to approve of his marriage and in the same instant he swings knocking baelor square in the jaw. With the force of his whole body behind the blow, baelor stumbles backwards leaning back against the stone wall. His hand goes to hold his jaw and assess the damage but whithout missing a breath maekar is on him again and baelor scrambles to subdue him. Maekar is slapping and clawing and thrashing but his frenzied state and baelor grip on his shoulders does not allow for any true attacks of substance. Maekar grabs the collar of Baelors wedding garb balling it in his fists and shaking baelor slightly. He lets out a loud groan of frustration. For a while he goes back and forth between shoving baelor against the wall each time his elder brother attempted to soothe him. Either by attempting to say something or even the slight movement of his fingers on his shoulder. All the while either never releasing their grips but soon enough Maekars grip weakens and his head collapses into baelors shoulder one broken sob falling from his lips. Baelors hand releases Maekars shoulders, one falling to his waist and the other brushing Maekars messed hair from his face.Ā
Maekars shudders at the touch pulling away suddenly after a moment, slapping the elder in the face, and storming down the hall further into the less crowded parts of the castle, all in one swift but brutal movement.
Baelor stood for a moment not stunned, but recovering from the stinging on his face and the scratches on the neck and newly forming bruises he received during Maekars beating. He followed after Maekar soon enough stopping him before he got very far.Ā
āBe civil for a momentā he spoke lowly, calmly but with a subtle intensity reserved for only when he was at his wits end, that only maekar could understand. However the words only served to light the fire of rage within maekar once more. Baelor quickly saw the flames ignite behind Maekars eyes and pinned him holding his arms behind his back and pinning his chest against the wall. Maekar was strong perhaps stronger than the elder but after many years of playing and fighting baelor had learned how to cage his beastly little brother. Maekar thrashed and snarled wildly, all the while tears streaked his cheeks. Baelor held him in his grip using one arm and the rest of his body to hold maekar against the wall, then he snaked the other hand up to his neck. First a gentle caress that made maekar thrash wildly and then his grip firmed, pulling Maekars head back towards him and turning his face to look at his over his shoulder. Maekar threw an almost endless string of curses at him and baelor watched him intently for a while, grip firm. One might think he was amused the way his lip curled ever so slightly. But after a moment when he had enough and decided it was indeed his turn to speak he shoved his knee between Maekars legs pressing firmly enough to shut the younger up, at least for a second so he could finally speak. āAre you angry with me brother?ā Baelor whispered breath fanning over the skin of Maekars neck sending a chill down his spine making him squirm inadvertently in his elder brothers grasp. The question held the same sly undercurrent of taunting as the first question had, at least that was how Maekar heard it. He pushed back against the elder attempting to free himself from baelors torture. But baelor only pushed forward against him in response. They stayed in this position for a moment pushing against each other, each pretending it was to subdue the other and that they were ignoring the friction between their bodies. Until finally maekar sighed defeated relaxing a bit (as much as HE possibly could) into baelors hold. Baelor loosens his grip around his neck, leaning forward to nuzzle his face against Maekars neck ever so slightly, inhaling deeply.Ā
Baelors breathing was steady, deep and measured. While Maekars was rapid and ragged. Eventually baelor released Maekars arm once he was certain the younger had calmed, but he placed his hand against the wall keeping him caged, in case. Baelors other hand slowly released Maekars neck entirely, snaking it down Maekars side to his hip.Ā Ā Maekar pushed his hips back against him instinctively bringing his fists up to rest on the wall besides baelors hand. He shook, exhaling ragggedly and placed his head against the wall as though to steady himself. Baelors hand moved slowly, teasingly on his hip moving towards the front of Maekars torso where his shirt was messily tucked into his pants. Each of baelors movements seemed to enrage and disarm the younger simultaneously. He thumped his fists against the wall and bit back a confusing and seemingly constant string of sobs, groans, sighs, and half started words.Ā
āYouāve always been terrible at keeping this tucked, you should at least try today of all daysā Baelor said reaching into the waist of Maekars pants pushing the shirt in gently fingers grazing the bare skin of Maekars lower torso. Baelor chuckled just a bit āstill no hair little brotherā he half questioned. Maekar groaned and lifted his head about to respond, but before any words could leave his lips baelor pushed his hand further down the leg of Maekars tight pants, caressing the inside of his thigh. Maekar pushed back against him in rythmic movements matching the pace of baelors fingers drawing circles on his thighs.Ā Ā They continued like this for a moment until Maekar heard a strained groan fall from baelors lips signaling a kink in his composure.Ā
Maekar used the opportunity to pushed hard backwards slamming baelor off of him. Baelor, caught off gaurd stumbled off balance and Maekar lightly tackled him to the floor. Straddling him and pushing his face down with his palm. Baelor did not struggle but he did keep his eyes fixed on Maekars, breath turning into strained pants. Maekar didnāt much know where to go from here. He hadnāt thought it through. He didnāt believe he was still mad enough to come to blows and surely they couldnāt make up the way they used to before baelor was wed. The embers of Maekars rage were cooling and his feverish rage was replaced with a chilling despair akin with a sort of grief. Baelor immediately noticed the change in his face and opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. He could not find the words to say when he saw the tears prickling Maekars lower lashes. Maekar looked up trying to hide his face entirely abandoning his efforts to pin baelor now only barely straddling over him. When it became clear that his tears would not stop he started to lift himself off of his brother to hide himself away as he usually did when his more vulnerable emotions got the best of him. But baelor would not allow it pulling Maekars hips down against his, with both his hands keeping Maekar firmly in place. Maekar pushed at his chest trying to push himself up and began thrashing and slapping and scratching once more. Baelor did little to defend himself with both of his hands keeping Maekar tethered to him. He could only use his legs to thrust his hips upwards bouncing Maekar enough the throw off his feverish attacks. Once more they continued on like this in short bursts with Maekar slowing every now and then. It wasnāt until a long broken moan bellowed from baelors chest that maekar halted entirely. Finally noticing baelors expression, his eyebrows were pinched and his mouth hung open quivering with each breath. His hands were ever so slightly rocking Maekars hips back and forth against his own. A fact Maekar had not noticed until this moment. He did not stop when Maekars assault halted in fact increasing the upwards grinding of his own hips. Maekars resolve fell for a moment studying the feeling of the firm cock beneath his ass but the music from the wedding celebrations echoed softly through the empty halls a reminder of baelors behavior today. How he had made vows to that woman and kissed her tenderly at the alter how he had danced with her all night and not once came to speak with him or even spare him a glance, even knowing what he felt of this arrangement. Worse so he could swear he now heard the crowds readying to bed them. He sent a few punches flying lacking the same vitriol as earlier but still landing harshly. Baelor did not halt his movements either though responding to each blow with a groan and sometimes a moan. Maekar wrapped his hands around baelors neck pressing firmly but not so firm as to strangle him truly. Baelors breathe choked slightly and still his movements did not halt. Maekar looked down at the elder studying how his eyes fluttered shut. With the intensity of his gaze absent Maekars boldness increased. He began moving his hips of his own accord grinding slowly and oh so firmly against baelor. Maekar could feel his resolve slipping desire taking its place. He leaned over face inches away from his elder brothers. He waited a moment listening to the way baelors breath hitched with building desire and anticipation for what Maekar might say.Ā
The familiar pulsing of baelors cock was evident to maekar even under the layers of fabric between them. When it began twitching the way it usually did when true pleasure was near Maekar whispered āgo to your wifeā the venom in the last words were sizzling like acid in the air as he pulled away quickly from baelors grasp and all but sprinted to his chambers.Ā
Baelor lay there a moment attempting to steady his breath. He pulled himself to his feet and for the first time studied his injuries. He had not been so badly beaten in truth but the scratches were evident, his chin and cheek had bled just a bit and the numerous bruises would not be visible until the morning surely. āHe was holding backā Baelor chuckled to himself. He attempted to fix his clothing meticulously preening to cover certain scratches and wipe away what blood he could find. Thankfully his ceremonial garb was black and heavily jeweled so damage was difficult to see, the buldge in his pants however was rather difficult to overlook. He attempted to adjust his belt askew hoping the hanging leather and adornments would cover it enough. It did not. As he attempted to readjust once more he heard footsteps echoing down the hall he thought for a moment that perhaps Maekar had come back but alas it did not sound like him. Instead a noble girl appeared sighing relieved āthere you are the whole parties looking for you, fallen toofar into your cups I see, your graceā she exclaimed in one breathe, ushering baelor out to a group of ladies waiting to take him to bed his new wife.Ā
The moon was past high in the sky and the ceremony was over lords and ladies were collapsed drunk all over the castle and prince baelor had performed his duty impeccably. He lay awake beside his new bride staring up at the painted ceiling. 2 dragons intertwined in the night sky over kings landing. He tried to lull himself to sleep counting the dragon scales and then stars and then the number of buildings he could indentify but he was restless. He thought of his brother. He had upset him today, deeply so. He did not feel it right for brothers to harbor such resentment, if he did not make it right thereās no telling the rift it could cause between the family or in the worst case the realm. The thought drives him up and out of bed. He crept around the nobles laying outside his door and along the halls making his way to Maekars chambers. Maekar had claimed a less traveled portion of the castle as his own down into the darker longer winding hallways of the tower. Baelor had traversed this path countless times just as Maekar had and his body carried him there with little thought. Once he arrived at the large doors to Maekars bedroom he greeted the guards politely excusing them of their presence at the door. They moved sluggishly stopping at the end of the long hallway it was clear that they had also dabbled a bit too much in the festivities.Ā
baelor steadied himself a moment before opening the doors and entering the room. Maekar was awake sitting at the head of his bed, not at all ready to sleep in fact it seemed he had not changed at all since the ceremony. He studied baelor a moment before turning his gaze away petulantly. Baelor wordlessly made his way to the bed sitting on the very edge of the foot.Ā
āGet outā Maekars cold flat command broke the heavy silence hanging in the room.
Baelor did not reply for a moment letting the silence regain its uncomfortablity. āI need you brotherā¦ always. The septons sa-ā Maekar interrupted disdainfully ādo the septons say to fuck yourĀ wifeĀ with the cock that got hard for MEā it was a question truthfully, but not of the septons, he seemed to be asking for confirmation on the consummation of the marriage. Baelor sighed and rubbed his temples giving Maekar all the confirmation he needed.Ā
Maekar huffed rolling his eyes. āWhat, did you come here looking for assistance for round 2ā Maekar spat moving over to him. He knelt behind baelor wrapping his arm around his waist snaking his hand down to his groin. āWant me to get you going for her, huh?ā He teased palming him through the thin fabric of his pajama pants. Baelor squeezed his eyes shut sighing deeply. He did not know how to calm maekar this time how to prove that the love between brothers, their love, was enduring beyond any other duty. He had always been able to soothe him after fights but this felt like an impossible task. Especially when his usual tactics were now being used against him instead. Maekar pulled back returning to the center of the bed where he once sat. His eyes ushered baelor over but thereās was no command in them. Baelor obeyed still. He would prove his loyalty, his love, he would let maekar do what he pleased and explain the marks away in the morning.Ā
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