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it was easy to think that was when he started losing control over his children. daeron started crashing passed out on the front porch way before he had reached the legal age to drink, aegon was always slipping away from his father's grasp and escaping to sleep in any household that wasn't his own, and the fear of aemon going into the same or an even worse path made maekar send him away to boarding school.

between it all, your father convinced himself you and aerion were the ones who least required supervision. he told himself it had been an accident when aerion pushed a kid down a set a stairs at school because he invited you to homecoming, and he pretended not to hear the gossiping moms rumor that his teenage son threatened any guy his sister brought home with a knife.

most of all, maekar turned a blind eye to the odd proximity growing between the two of you. he didn't know that, when you were only sixteen, you had gone crying to aerion about how you were the only girl in your class that hadn't experienced your first kiss. maekar didn't know the way your brother took care of it for you that night, as well as how, years later, it had dangerously escalated to aerion teaching you how to give a proper blowjob before you went on date with a guy you really liked.

maekar urged himself not to find out about how, some nights, aerion would corner you in the kitchen when you'd sneak out of your room to grab a glass of water. just how he had you pressed against the kitchen counter now, fingers bunching the fabric of your boyfriend's worn out t-shirt as he pulled your ass flush against the bulge straining against his sweatpants.

"just the tip, please? just this once." he breathed against the shell of your ear, one of his hands sneaking around your waist and up towards your breasts. "it's not fair that you get to leave before i get a taste of you."

you looked down towards your hand placed flat against the marble counter, where a precious piece of jewelry glinted just slightly from where it curled around your ring finger. you saw your fingers tightening when aerion pressed an open-mouthed kiss against the slope of your neck, your hands trembling as your head lolled back to rest against his shoulder.

"just... just the tip." you breathed, despite hating yourself for it.

aerion uttered a sigh of relief, already moving before the words had even finished leaving your mouth. one of his arms held you secured against his chest while the other shifted to reach between your thighs, where a wet patch had already began to form against the thin lace of your underwear.

"fuck, you're so wet." aerion mumbled against your neck, deft fingers swiftly moving to pull the delicate material aside, allowing him to reach your heat. you released a quiet, tormented sound when his fingers cupped your arousal, and your walls clenched around nothing when aerion moved them to drag the wetness against your aching clit. "greedy fuckin' pussy."

your hips started bucking towards the press of his hand as aerion gave you a few more strokes, and then he was pulling away to reach the waistband of his pants. you bit down onto your bottom lip, your legs beginning to tremble with anticipation as aerion placed a hand on your lower back to urge you to lean forward. you complied with a sound emerging from low in your chest when he guided the thick head of his cock to nudge at your entrance.

"there we go, that's it," aerion groaned. his hips twitched forward reflexively, dragging just an inch of him inside you, and your eyes rolled backwards as your ass instinctively lifted to grant him more access. "that's it, just stay like this for me. gonna be my good girl, hm?"

you whimpered helplessly, your nails digging into the hard surface of the countertop. aerion retreated his hips just slightly, just enough to drag the head of his cock against your clamping walls before he drove back in a few inches.

"fuck, baby, she's begging me for more," aerion hissed. he lifted the hem of your shirt, now bunching it fully around your waist, and his palms gathered a fistful of your ass cheeks as he pulled them apart to watch the way your pussy was pulsing around the tip of his cock. "let me give her more."

you shook your head fiercely, unable to find the words to verbally deny him when you were already fighting so hard against the sounds gathering at the base of your throat, helpless whimpers and obscene moans threatening to spill out as you gripped on the edge of the counter for dear life.

your eyes widened in alert when aerion grunted from behind you, a sound he usually made when his patience was wearing thin. he leaned forward, the hard expanse of his chest pressing against your arching back when he reached a hand to clamp around your mouth. you tried to wriggle out of his hold then, already sensing your brother's next move, but all you managed to do was release a muffled call of his name against his palm when aerion slammed his hips fully against your ass with a single thrust.

"aerion!"

"no, baby, be still for me. just for a while," aerion pleaded, his hips already moving to snap in and out of you with a quickness that made drool seep out of your slackening mouth and into the skin of his palm. "not gonna last long like this, pussy's already squeezing me to death."

his hips smacked against your backside, his hard thrusts lunging your body forward before aerion gripped your hip to bring you back on his cock again. you were so wet that lewd, squelching sounds started filling the air surrounding the dim kitchen, and you tried to bare your teeth in an attempt to bite down on his palm, but aerion only grunted dismissvely before lifting your torso to bring you flush against his chest.

"she's dripping the fuck out of me, too." aerion continued, not giving mind to the warning sounds being muffled by his hand. "he doesn't fuck you this good, does he? bet he can't even reach this deep. that's why you need your big brother to take care of it for you."

a huge wave of shame coursed through you at the way your walls clamped tighter around him at that, heat rising to your neck and then to the sides of your face, where aerion's hand was squishing your cheeks from the force he used to silence your moans.

pleasure coiled low in your stomach, heat unfurling through your limbs, and each hit of his cock against your g-spot had air being knocked out of your lungs. it only made it harder for your brain to register the frightening words that left your brother's mouth next.

"gonna fill you to the fucking brim. gonna fill you so good you're gonna forget his fucking name."

your eyes snapped open, your hand flying to snatch his wrist as you tird to loosen his grip with the scratch of your nails against his skin, to lower his hand from your mouth just enough to scream the warning your lips mumbled repeatedly against his palm.

"aerion, no!"

but your eyes are rolling backwards, up against your eyelids and back towards your skull, with a violent twich of his cock inside you. the tight knot lying deep in your gut snapped, a giant wave of release crashing over you with a force that sent your vision blacking out for a few seconds. aerion gave a final, decisive thrust before burying himself to the hilt, his hips pressing tightly against your arse as thick ropes of cum started filling your fluttering hole.

"good fucking girl. tight fucking pussy."

aerion finally released the hold on your mouth, his arms twitching at your sides as he attempted to keep you within his hold despite the after shocks crashing through him. he retreated his hips, and you whined shamefully at the loss when he pulled out his softening cock.

a few trails of his spent dripped out of you and onto the skin of your inner thighs, and aerion groaned audibly at the sight before reaching to scoop it with his fingers, stuffing it back inside your hole with two of his digits. "gotta keep it where it belongs."

"you're a fucking idiot," you seethed, despite the moan he dragged out of you when his fingers deliberately curled inside you. "i'm gonna tell dad about this."

It was only natural that you would grow attached to one another's hips, and Aerion became your confident before you could even learn how to walk. He remembered how you would hide beneath your mother's skirts when you were children, still too soft and timid to face the world, how you would tug on other princess' braids when they'd come visit—and then come back running to him when they would turn around to confront you.

Aerion also remembered that, when you were both four and ten, you rushed into his chambers one day with barely restrained giggles and a flushed face. You could barely bring yourself to sit still for enough time to tell him that you had just been kissed for the first time—some young boy from the Kingsguard stupid enough to have the nerves.

Your brother recalled asking you specifically for his name, seeming only half interested at the time. He remembered that, the next day, the guard was at the infirmary. His hands were crushed, bones smashed to the point that it was most unlikely that they would ever be functional again and, as much as the nurses would demand to know what or who could have caused such damage, he still couldn't bring himself to say it. The mention of the topic alone tended to bring the boy to such terrified state that the nurses eventually gave up on making him talk.

As the years passed, a bond had formed between you and Aerion. An invisible string that tied you by the ribs, one that your brother swore that he could physically feel tugging him towards you whenever you were hurt—when you'd grow sick, or when you'd cry in your bed late at night about something you overheard some self-intitled lady say about you.

And right at this moment, Aerion knew. Oh, he had felt it in his bones the moment that Lannister prick walked through the doors of Summerhall, where you awaited on the great hall next to your brother and father to make your greetings to the visitor—or intrusor, what the prince thought might be a better definition.

Aerion's eyes followed every movement the man made to approach you as if he was a beast watching its pray—the dragon and the lion. Your brother watched as you lifted your hand for your betrothed to take, and his chest rumbled with a low sound when the corners of the man's mouth curled into a smirk as he moved place a kiss upon it.

When your curious eyes locked into the man's gaze, Aerion swore there was a certain glint lying beneath his green irises—the suggestion of a hidden intention. By the time the lion finally dropped your arm to turn to your brother, Aerion's jaw ached with the force he had his teeth gritted. The Lannister looked down to the prince's feet and then back to his face with nothing but a curt nod, followed by a half-mumbled "my prince", his teeth still glinting with a smug smile.

Oh, how Aerion wanted to break those. One by one.

"He's not fit for you." Aerion said without looking at you once your betrothed had finally moved to Maekar. His voice was low enough that your father wouldn't hear. "He's not a dragon. And he's not even a lion either. I could give it three moons before he reveals his real coward self."

Out of the corner of his eye, Aerion caught the movement of your head snapping toward him. A moment later, you exhaled a sharp breath, and he braced himself for the protest that would surely follow.

"Could you not pretend to be happy for me, only once?"

"Oh, that I could, sister," Aerion turned to you then, his expression locked into a scowl that he didn't even realize had been forming. "If I had been sure it was what you longed for, or deserved, but we both know it is not."

"You couldn't possibly know that!" Your voice lifted on instinct, and you instantly looked towards your father to ensure he did not catch your outburst. You made sure to lower your tone when you continued: "You do not have a say in who or what I accept for myself and, as much as you try to tell yourself that, you don't know what I want, Aerion."

Aerion's eyebrows lifted, showing he was annoyed at your defiance, but not slightly surprised. You two already had your enough share of fights for him to know it wasn't likely for you to easily lower your head. You were made of the same fire as him, after all.

"That's fine, then." He almost spat. "Just don't come crying to me when you realize it is not the life you pictured for yourself."

Your feet lunged forward as if you would attempt to turn your back to him and walk away, but suddenly remembered you couldn't. You straightened your spine then, a movement Aerion already knew all too well, one you did when you wished to look bigger than him, stronger. It never quite worked, though, and the raged tears starting to gather in your fiery eyes proved to him that you knew that, too.

"You came to apologize, at last." You said as a way of greeting.

Even if you had not heard the click of the door to your chambers closing behind him, you would've felt Aerion's presence nonetheless. You shifted your gaze in the mirror to catch his form standing behind you, softly placing down the hairbrush you had been using, but still not turning to face him.

"You shouldn't be here so late. As my wedding approaches, I—"

"Oh, sister, there will be no wedding."

Your eyes rolled all the way to the back of your skull. You turned then, already sighing as you felt yet another discussion approaching. "Aerion, please don't start now."

He only stood before you, unwavering. He was way closer than you initially thought, his hands crossed in front of him in a motion that suggested he wasn't backing away any time soon. Aerion tilted his head to the side, as if challenging you to continue with your defiance.

"I will not have you ruin another good thing for me. You've taken enough." You said simply, though your throat had suddenly went dry. It only took him two deliberate, leisure steps to be chest to chest with you, forcing you to crane your neck to keep his eyes on sight.

"Your guards are just outside those doors. If said wedding is so dear to you as you speak, all you need to do to stop me from ruining it before it even happens is scream."

It dawned on you then. The implication—the statement of what Aerion intended on doing. You made a strangled noise as your breath caught in your throat, eyes turning so wide they threatened to bulge out of your skull.

"Have you finally lost your damn mind?" You seethed. "If father finds out—"

"Did you know that I asked father to wed you to me once?" He cut you off. Aerion was so close now that your breath mingled with his, and as if it wasn't enough, as if he wasn't nearly satisfied, he took hold of the back of your neck to bring your face even closer to his. "It was when you first started studying possible suitors. His answer was that there was no longer need to keep the Targaryen blood pure, since there are no more dragons to claim."

The words landed low in your stomach. Your breath grew quicker, and there was no mistaking it by the way your chest rose and fell rapidly against his. The fabric of your nightgown was so thin that you could sense your nipples perking upon brushing against his tunic.

Still, Aerion continued. "But I never could quite shake the feeling that it was meant to be you. That you were supposed to be mine all along, and all I had to do was just take it."

His teeth were bared, almost in a sneer, and Aerion breathed as heavy as you now. For the first time in your lives, you thought he might actually look like a real dragon, with the way his eyes glinted with a fire deep beneath and the close hold he had of you, trapping you between both his arms. You swallowed. So thickly you were afraid he might've heard it.

"But I'll be a good brother for once and give you a chance." Aerion stated. The hand that held you by the neck tightened its hold. "If you call for your guards, they'll drag me out and you'll remain safe and sound and pure for your beloved husband to be. So do it, sister, I dare you."

But as you looked back at him with your heart lodged in your throat, you could not bring yourself to do it. You stood in silence for as long as Aerion took as an acceptable time for you to make up your mind, and then he chuckled. Dark and mocking, but also with a hint of something that you would've described as relief.

You barely got the time to draw another breath before he was on you. His mouth claimed yours like a predator would, teeth crashing against yours with a force that made you jump backwards. He pulled you back to him though, making his way into your mouth when your lips finally brought themselves to respond, kissing him back.

"I knew it." He growled against your mouth. The hand that wasn't holding you by the neck lowered to pull you closer by your waist. You gasped with the proximity, allowing Aerion to stick his tongue deeper into your mouth. You almost choked on it, trying to gasp for air but only making more space for him to swallow you. It was messy and unrestrained, years of self-reprimanded longing that had your hands trying to grasp anywhere to keep yourself standing. You clutched the collar of his shirt, his hair, as well as the edge of the furniture pressing against your lower back.

Aerion did not grant you time for air, only pulling away for brief moments to mumble nearly unintelligible words into your mouth. My fire. My little dragon. Spit gathered on your chin, either his or yours, and it wasn't long before you were hooking an ankle behind his back to pull his hips closer to yours, seeking friction.

He complied eagerly. Not only with the press of his heat against yours, but also with a hand that shuffled with the fabric of your clothing to bunch it around your hips, quickly moving your small clothes out of the way so he could reach the heat gathering between your thighs.

Your head lolled backwards when his fingers made contact with your wetness. You nearly yelped with the intensity in which he did it. Three of his fingers rubbed roughly against you to open up your folds, allowing him to spread your lubrification around your entrance.

"I used to dream of this. Of you." You could barely get it out, and it souded more like a desperate whimper than anything else. Your throat felt like there was sand in it, every word drawing out like shattered glass. "I used to think of you when I'd pleasure myself."

He entered you without warning. Two of those fingers invaded you at once, not gentle, like he never was. No, it was consuming. Hard and demanding and threatening to swallow you whole. Your first instinct was to lower your head to muffle the scream that tore through you, teeth closing arond the fabric on Aerion's clothed shoulder.

"Did it feel as good, hm?" Aerion mumbled into your ear. His fingers moved inside you now, drawing back for just a moment before thrusting back hard. You tried to shake your head, your vision already blurring around the sides. "Of couse it did not. You don't know what to do with yourself, do you?"

You were all but babbling in his shoulder now, desperately trying to cry out his name but choking on it every time he'd find the spot inside you your own fingers never got to reach. Your body seemed to have a mind of his own, legs spreading impossibly wider to allow him to reach deeper, to thrust back harder. Your hips twitched uncontrollably, greedily seeking his fingers every time they dragged out of you.

"Oh, my little dragon." Aerion cooed, and you knew without looking at him that his lips mocked you with a pout. "I'll teach you. Make sure you come every night thinking of me when you bury those little fingers into your cunt."

He reached to pull you by your hair, forcing your head to stand upright and face him. You could barely make out his features through the tears blurring your vision. Aerion moved to kiss your cheeks, messy and open mouthed, seeming more like he was trying to swallow your tears than to kiss you.

"Where's all that defiance now, huh?" He mumbled against your chin. "Oh, if I had known that all it takes to shut that pretty little mouth is to fuck—" You moaned sharply with a particular harsh thrust. "—that attitude right out of you. I would've taken you a lot sooner."

You could barely keep your eyes open, eyelids fluttering and pupils attempting to reach the back of your skull. You cried out his name, the fire pooling in your lower stomach only rising with each thrust of his fingers. You pulled at his silver strands as you tried to brace yourself for what was about to come.

"Come for me, my dragon." Aerion demanded. "Give me your fire."

And as you did, you didn't bother trying to muffle your cry of pleasure, for you already knew there was no turning back now. That by the morning, when one of your maids entered your room only to find not one, but two Targaryens lying in between the sheets, the silk bloodied with the evidence of Aerion's claim, everyone would eventually know.