#alpha jace

They had gotten on well as children, at least it seemed so to Jace, who had followed his elder uncle's everywhere and supported all of his jokes and pranks. He liked Aegon's attention, it made him feel special. He laughed at Luke, who was willing to stay up nights just to have Aemond talk to him and rub his curls, while Jace himself did the same for Aegon.

Things were much easier when they were children. Until hurtful nicknames and gossips came into their lives. Despite his mother's best efforts, Jace knew that Harwin Strong was his father. As the years passed, he saw it more and more in his own reflection in the mirror. There was nothing of the Targaryens in his appearance, but he was like them in his belligerence and stubbornness. The Alpha within him was awakening so obviously that he needed only a straight look and a jutting chin to let people know who was in front of them. He was the future heir to the throne, after Rhaenyra, and it was evident in every gesture.

Everyone saw it and everyone accepted it. Except for Aegon, who continued to treat Jace like a foolish teenager. Even when Jace grew taller than him and larger in the shoulders, when the smell of salt and oak and real dragonfire began to overpower the brandy sweetness of Aegon's scent. The couple of years of difference between them ceased to matter. Jace could put his uncle in his place, he had every chance, but something inside him made him timid in front of Aegon just the same. Aegon's charming smiles were still attractive, and he still wanted to burrow his fingers into his short platinum strands to feel their softness. And Jace hated himself for it, trying to keep the distance between them.

It felt like Aegon somehow had acquired a talent for reading minds. He already had a talent for doing the opposite of what was told to him, and now it combined in such a horrible way that Jace thought that Aegon was stalking him. He found himself constantly near him. Aegon would be the first to sit beside him at the table, leaning toward his ear with ridiculous comments, finding Jace in the training yard, bumping into him in the corridors on his way to the library or baths. His insistent attention made Jace feel ambivalent. It pleased him, naturally, but it also made him think about what else could happen next.

The more time they spent together, the more he noticed that Aegon really was an omega. Stubborn and uncontrollable, but an omega. Any stern tone and cocky smirks served as a shield for the softness that lurked inside Aegon. He clearly needed someone's firm hand to restrain him, and Jace's patience was growing thinner and thinner. More and more often he caught himself imagining how he could silence another of Aegon's meaningless chatter with a passionate kiss, or how he could drag him into his bedroom when Aegon would cling to him after dinner and walk him almost to the door.

Officially, Jace was engaged to Helaena. It was one of Rhaenyra's first decisions as the queen, and Jace didn't mind it. He tried to be a dignified son, responsible and obedient, as his mother had enough trouble getting things in order throughout Westeros. Jace had quite neutral relationship with Helaena, respecting her interests and her desire to spend most of her time alone, among the blooming flowers and some bugs. They would make a good couple, one of many among other political marriages. They would have lived many years in peace and harmony and everything would have worked out really perfectly if it weren't for the fact that Jace was literally going crazy about Aegon.

Aegon was absolutely obnoxious. It was hard to believe that he was the son of saintly and studious Alicent. Even though Daemon had beefed up the security at the Red Keep and doubled the number of city guards, Aegon continued to sneak off to Silk Street and cause everyone a huge amount of troubles with his mere presence. It felt like Aegon was in a competition with himself, trying every day to create an increasingly unbearable version of himself so that he could reach the edge and see when Rhaenyra's patience would run out.

But right now the only one closest to the edge was Jace. The invisible scent of lime and cinnamon, which he had so often smelled from Aegon, followed him everywhere. Sometimes he thought he could smell it even in his bedroom, along with the scent of the damned brandy. On his worst days, he would shamefully wake up with a hard-on, and the arousal wouldn't go away even after he touched himself. Aegon was the physical embodiment of the word "seduction," and every flick of his eyelashes, every coquettish smile and playful huskiness in his voice served as poisoned arrows against Jace.

His self-control was becoming so fragile that he went to Dragonstone in the next rut. A few days alone away from Aegon were both a blessing and a curse. Jace wanted him so much that he would agree to give up everything and run away together if only Aegon would hint at it. And something told him that was exactly what Aegon had been after, not giving up on him for months. Jace's attachment was growing stronger, but they continued to stay on the fragile edge of mutual flirtation. He did take a step toward shedding some of his future guilt, though, so he came to Rhaenyra with a firm refusal of his engagement to Helaena.

Helaena was beautiful and deserved some honesty. He didn't want to marry her and then sneak into her brother's bedroom every night. Aegon's candid glances spoke volumes about how mutual their desire was, but neither of them was willing to cross that line. Jace clung to the last vestiges of control because he knew that once he touched Aegon for real and kissed him, he would never be able to let him go. His feelings grew within him and became a true obsession. Aegon looked trustingly into his eyes and touched his shoulder playfully, perfectly aware of this. He could have had Jace for nothing, but he wanted to bring Velarion to his climax.

Aegon was weak for other people's attention. The unloved son of his father and mother. He had sought approval and acceptance, love and affection all his life, and so now he literally fed on what Jace was giving him so generously. He knew that any austerity Jace had shown was false, that they both really liked to be around each other. Whenever Aegon found himself in a brothel again at night, he chose the same type of guys. Tall, broad-shouldered ones with dark curls. Countless times he shamelessly called them by Jace's name. But Aegon was not naive, and he knew he would never be a good match for Jace.

He was a fool in the eyes of everyone around him, and that was entirely true. He could only drink and flirt, he didn't care about politics, and he would probably make a bad husband and father. But Jace was incredibly handsome, he was a diligent and patient student. Jace was making great progress in sword and bow training, and was soon to join the Small Council. When Aegon looked at him, he was almost dazzled by how disgustingly perfect Jace was. The ideal son – someone Aegon could never be. So he drank more and more, stayed in brothels longer, and showed Jace his weaknesses. But his stronger cravings drove him to be near his nephew again and again.

Aegon's quiet trill of laughter mingled with a new, loud song. Jace sighed in relief, shifting his gaze to the crowd of merry guests in front of him, but his attention quickly slipped further away. Through the dancing people, he spotted the familiar platinum head of Aegon, who was already chatting playfully with the head of the city guard. Aegon's palm slid along man's shoulder and chest, and he pressed closer to him to whisper something in his ear. Jace knew from experience how easily Aegon flirted with everyone around him. He could bargain his way out of the underworld with his charms. And that was what had hurt Jace - he was too used to the fact that lately he had been the only one receiving some attention from Aegon.

— Would you like to dance? I've heard you had quite warm welcome in Dorne, and they're famous for their entertainment. I'm sure you've learnt something from them, — Aegon would rather die than admit aloud that he'd missed Jace this week while he'd been traveling with Daemon. He leaned closer to Jace, dabbed the tip of his nose innocently along his shoulder, inhaling the heavy scent of the alpha, and almost didn't twitch when his lower abdomen cramped with a lump of desire.

— I'm not in the mood. Why don't Helaena keep you company? — the smell of Aegon's excitement filled Jace's lungs in an instant, and he clutched the glass tighter in his hand. He found his own tone all too harsh and displeasing, and he mentally prayed to the gods old and new that Aegon would back off.

— Hel hasn't took her eyes off Cregan Stark's brother all evening. I'm afraid I'll have to entertain myself again on my own.

Jealousy burned his throat along with another gulp of alcohol, and a shiver instantly ran through his body when Jace imagined what Aegon might have done with someone else. Their kisses, their touches. The beasts inside him clawed painfully at his rib cage. They demanded to take back what was already theirs, and he shifted his eyes tensely to his left, meeting Aemond's appraising gaze. Though he had only one eye, he was perfectly aware of how awkwardly Aegon and Jace were dancing around their feelings. He nodded his head faintly, and Jace took it as a mute blessing.

Seven seconds later, he was already standing beside his uncle and Alan Beesbury, frowning like a storm cloud, and his dark eyes didn't bode anything good. Aegon acted as if his omega status had nothing to do with him, most of the time, but now even he wanted to merge with the wall and disappear, just to avoid the wrath of the alpha. He shifted unconsciously toward Alan, and a wave of shivers ran down his spine as he met the fire in Jace's eyes.

Jace's smile never touched his eyes. Jealousy was corroding his veins like poison, and he was shaking inside with a compulsive desire to clutch Aegon to himself, with an instinct to brand him and chain him close, just to never see him flirting with anyone else again. The next moment Jace was dragging them both toward the exit, gripping Aegon's wrist with such a deadly grip that it would surely be bruised by the morning.

— Is there any security problems in the hall, Beesbury? My uncle hasn't distracted you from your work, I hope? — Jace's cold tone was like a pair of sharp daggers, unmistakably hitting their target without any disguise of threat.

— No, your uncle was just curious if I knew anything about the secret passages in the castle, — Alan kept his voice emphatically formal, ignoring the tension that was building up in the air between them.

— I saw some books in the library about it. I'm sure I can consult Aegon better than you.

Aegon knew he had been walking on thin ice for a long time, and now, though fear was following him unseen, a painful and misguided anticipation was growing inside him. Jace would snap, he was absolutely sure of that. And Aegon was ready to handle any pain and any hurtful words just to finally shed those doubts and stay alone with his alpha. With his alpha.

— Do you want to miss all the fun? They're serving cherry cakes for dessert. I've tasted them and…

— Shut up, Aegon. Just shut up and don't make it worse, — Jace interrupted his uncle's muttering rudely, and a wounded ego kept him from apologizing for his tone.

His lips were instantly captured by Jace as he led Aegon into his bedroom and clicked the lock, immediately pressing his uncle against the door with a wet, assertive kiss. Excitement burned out all the oxygen in the room and made them both gasp, clinging desperately to each other. The clothes became an annoying barrier, but that didn't stop Jace from pressing his palm against Aegon's groin and squeezing firmly, causing him to let out a soft moan, which Jace immediately hid in his mouth with another kiss.

Jace paused for a moment and straightened, hovering over Aegon in an almost threatening way. He was still angry, but the passion outweighed any aggression, and the fact that he could still phantomly feel Aegon's tongue in his mouth definitely softened the situation. And Aegon sensed this change in him easily, so he moved cautiously closer, touching the line of Jace's jaw with a barely perceptible kiss. As if Jace were a god who could not be touched. As if any action could have been refused, as usual.

— I hate it when you do that. When you forget all the rules and act like a street girl who'll spread her legs for the first man she sees, — Jace muttered hoarsely as he covered Aegon's neck with his bites, licking them with his tongue one by one.

— Oh, seven hell, do you kiss your mother with that dirty mouth, Jace? What would Rhaenyra say if she knew you had followed in her footsteps and also fallen for your uncle?

— She didn't say anything for two days straight after she caught Luke in Aemond's bed. I don't think she'd be too surprised about you and me.

A string of shy kisses led him to Jace's lips, and at the same time Aegon was studying his face. He was completely enthralled and speechless, at once he lost all his playfulness and boldness. Perhaps for the first time in his life, Aegon felt a sign of tenderness in him, and it stunned him and captured his attention far more than the fact that his arousal was still building up and his cock was already hard under his pants, just as the smell of his arousal and his need was filling the bedroom at a rapid pace.

Omega recognized the unspoken command easily and knelt down gracefully. Jace was the younger and he should have been on his place, but fate had decided otherwise. Jace was the Alpha, and Aegon felt it most keenly now. Jace's gaze was filled with real power, and he intensified it when he buried his fingers into Aegon's weightless platinum hair and yanked the strands back, making his uncle tilt his head harder. The excitement pushed out any embarrassment, so he didn't twitch when Aegon's dexterous fingers had already freed him from his pants and underwear.

— Please, — Aegon exhaled right next to Jace's lips, keeping his gaze piercing. So frank and vulnerable that it hurt Jace to look at him. — I know I'm a shitty person, and I know everyone would be glad to send me away so I don't look like a family embarrassment at every feast. And I know my sister would make a good wife for you and everyone would take an example of how fucking perfect you both are, but I want this now. Only you. Just for one night, because I can't hold it in anymore.

— I called off the engagement, — the quiet words slipped from Jace's tongue, but the silence that ensued was almost deafening. His palms tightened around Aegon's waist, as if he could disappear. — I decided it isn't right to marry Helaena while I am drooling over her brother.

– I don't think Luke would be happy to know that he'd have a rival for Aemond's attention, — the silly joke did an excellent job of hiding Aegon's surprise, but Jace's confession certainly relaxed him and gave him a little hope.

— You're much better at flirting than you are at joking. Maybe I should find another use for your mouth then.

— I've dreamed about this dozens of times. How I caressed you and you whined my name.

Immediately after making this confession, Aegon moved proactively closer, and confidently circled Jace's hard shaft with his palm, running up and down the length of it. The sticky pink head went straight into Aegon's ajar mouth, and the room became filled with a collective moan. The taste of precum on his tongue excited Aegon even harder, and Jace wanted to feel the wetness of his mouth more, so he pushed deeper on his own. Aegon's gaze reflected such devotion and agreement that it finally loosened Jace's control, making him forget about any shyness.

He squeezed Aegon's hair more comfortably in his own way and now controlled the pace himself. Wet sounds went flying around them, but Jace was too focused on his pleasure. All that mattered was the tightness of Aegon's throat and his warm palms that gently caressed Jace's swollen balls. The abundance of moaning was starting to make Jace's throat ache, but Aegon's mouth wasn't the only thing he wanted to fuck. He needed to mark every spot on his uncle's body, so he didn't allow himself to reach an orgasm now and instead lifted Aegon to his feet with a jerk. Jace didn't pause and didn't even let him catch his breath normally, as he already gagged his uncle with a greedy kiss, assertively dabbing his tongue along Aegon's tongue to taste himself.

Velarion obeyed at once, tugging Aegon to the bed. It took eleven seconds to take Aegon's clothes off, and another six seconds for Jace to stand fascinated, studying the naked body before him. Aegon's milky skin seemed so soft and thin, so fragile, that Jace regretted for a moment that he had squeezed his fingers so tightly around his waist before.

— I can feel how wet you are without even touching you, — Jace's sly grin made them look as if they shared the same facial expressions. — How many times have you slept with them, thinking of me?

— Stop it, Jace. Don't play with me now. Just fuck me already.

Instead of answering, Jace threw off his shirt and then was beside him, flipping Aegon onto his stomach. He jerked his hips up and pressed down on his lower back to provide better flexion. A hard slap touched his buttocks, but Aegon didn't have time to resent it because he moaned too loudly to his own embarrassment when he felt Jace's tongue slide over his slick hole. Aegon was curious if Jace had slept with anyone before, but he didn't really care as long as Jace continued to lick him so enthusiastically, holding him tightly by the hips. Aegon stretched out toward him and whimpered as if it were his first time. No one had ever caressed him like this before.

— You're incredible, you know? The most handsome man I've ever met.

— Let's be honest, you haven't met many men while you were stuck in the castle hiding behind Rhaenyra's back. Get your cock over here, Jace, — Aegon rolled his eyes with a chuckle, but stretched out more seductively on the bed, happily accepting all the compliments.

He was about to cum in shame from that alone, but Jace beat him to it, thrusting his hard cock at full length at once. It was bigger than any of the guys Aegon had slept with in recent months, so Aegon was instantly overcome with the breathtaking orgasm. He clenched around the long shaft, and his hole throbbed so distinctly, oozing its moisture, that Jace growled, sliding his palm under Aegon's stomach to touch his still sensitive cock, prolonging the intense sensations. He massaged near its head and smiled contentedly as Aegon's moans grew louder and thinner. His body went limp, floating in true euphoria, and Jace gave him some time, leaning closer with affectionate kisses on his shoulder.

— It's nice to be a whore for just one man, isn't it? You're so tight, Aegon, I wish you could feel it yourself, — Jace teased him with a smile before he straightened up and began to move.

The first thrusts were quite tentative, but he was quickly carried away as his lust clouded his eyes, and the bedroom soon drowned in the wet slaps of naked skin against each other and the deep groans that Aegon and Jace were making at the same time.

Aegon was full of new requests for Jace: to keep fucking him, to fill him, as Aegon wanted to be stained with his cum, and have Jace fuck him again afterward. Again and again. Aegon was going to make the most of this night and had no plans to pull away from his nephew, though his body was already tired and sore from too much pleasure.

— Next time you'd better get it straight. Don't use my jealousy against me, — Jace growled warningly as he finally came and thrust even deeper into Aegon's body.

A large knot remained inside Aegon, making him whimper at how much the knot had stretched him, but Aegon only smiled blissfully in the end and found Jace's palm on the bed to confidently intertwine their fingers. If he had to flirt with Jace again for months and wait for him to make the first move, he would endure the wait for that kind of sex that now left him without a single clear thought in his head.

— Did you call off the engagement because of me?