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They were in Daeron’s room when their father summoned them, Valarr was braiding his brother’s hair while he told him about his latest dream. A dragon egg hatching in the Maidenvault, both their fathers announced that it was a boy, but there was someone crying and it wasn’t the little hatchling the two men were holding, the cries were desperate and filled with a deep sorrow none of the present cared to acknowledge; Daeron couldn’t see who it was, and as he was searching for the owner of such terrible cries he opened one of the doors at the Maidenvault revealing a young dragon all chained up, white and red scales decorated its body, there was blood on its snout, and its own wings were injured, suggesting that the creature itself had eaten them, but that wasn’t the most disturbing thing, but it was the dragon’s eyes. Lilac eyes that looked almost human stared at Daeron with anger and resentment, as if it was blaming him for the harm that was brought upon itself. That look on the poor creature’s face was disturbing enough to wake him up with a scream.
Valarr listened carefully to his brother’s dream, he knew that the omega was special, his dreams always had meaning behind and more often than not they became true, like the time he dreamt of their brother’s coming. That morning Daeron had climbed onto his bed as soon as he rose, Valarr was awakened by the joyful scent of grapes and a very excited omega jumping up and down telling him that he dreamt of their mother cradling a dragon’s egg on a battlefield, the egg wrapped in a dark cloth with his family's sigil, and an army shouting with joy as they announced that it was a boy. That day their parents came back from the war against the Blackfires and, just as his brother told him, they weren’t empty handed, for Meakar had given birth to a baby boy during their time away. He thought that this new dream might have a similar outcome, another baby to their already numerous family, but what troubled him was not the injured dragon but the mysterious cries. He was about to ask if he found out who was crying when the door of the room opened and a knight told them that their father and grandsire were summoning them.
Maybe this was the moment they were all waiting for, Daeron thought. Everyone knew about the special bond the two brothers held, their feelings towards each other were no secret. They have always been close, got along better than anyone, some said they reminded them of their parents, of how Maekar and Baelor used to act when they were their age. So when Valaar presented as an alfa no one was surprised when Daeron presented as an omega not long after, after all, everyone knew they were destined to be together. Even Bloodraven himself confessed that to a very young Daeron once; everyone knew of the man’s special abilities, so when he told Daeron that he saw him with Valarr in the future the little pup was filled with joy. And now that they were both of age it was only a matter of time before their betrothal was announced. Today was the day, they were sure of it.
When they arrived at the great hall their family was already there, as well as some lords from the council, even their uncles and cousins were there. Their grandsire and king was sitting on the Iron Throne, his wife just at the feet of the throne next to their father Baelor. Not far away from his husband was Maekar, holding baby Daella in one arm and little Aemon’s hand with the other. The lovers were relieved when they noticed they weren’t the last to arrive so they were spared from their mother’s scolding gaze as they joined him. The silence was disrupted by happy cries and hurried footsteps. Matarys and Aerion arrived between laughter that seized with one look of their mother. Aerion was clinging to Matary's arm as usual while the older sibling shushed him and hid him behind him as if to shield him from their peers.
Once everyone was gathered, the king cleared his throat to get everyone's attention and the murmurs stopped.
“I have gathered you all here for my son has noticed me of great news” The king said with pride. Another child perhaps? The one Daeron dreamt of just the night before? Or maybe their engagement. Gods, please let it be the later, Daeron thought. “He has finally agreed to my proposal for prince Valarr’s betrothal.”
As soon as the betrothal was mentioned the two lovers exchanged an excited look as their hands intertwined. Daeron’s heart was beating so fast he swore it could be heard by his brother who was swinging slightly back and forth, unable to contain his excitement.
“Prince Valarr is to be married to Lady Kiera of Tyrosh”
The room went silent and still. Suddenly it felt really cold around them as their smiles disappeared and were replaced with confused looks. Daeron looked at his mother who was staring with anger and confusion at their father. He looked… regretful, sorry and sad, that look he only has when his duty is asked to be put in front of his own wishes. Then he looked at Valarr, the alfa was furious, staring daggers at his father and grandsire. He looked betrayed and hurt beyond words. Daeron… he couldn’t make up his mind on what to feel, he was in shock by the sudden news.
“No” Valarr said firmly, taking a step forward and letting go of Daeron’s hand. “You can not do this”
“Valarr! Stop this nonsense boy! That is your King, you will not address him like that” Maekar scolded him, urging his oldest son to go back to his place and accept his fate. “You will do as he says”
“I will not Muña. I won’t marry some foreigner I do not know. Not when my heart already belongs to another”
“Valarr.” Baelor called, his voice cold and stern. A warning. The young alfa looked at him with fear, it’s not usual to hear their father speak like that, not to him, not to his perfect boy.
Daeron couldn’t stand there and let his lover defend their bond by himself, so in spite of his better judgment he took a step forward joining his sibling in their fight. “You can not allow this Kepa. Valarr loves me, everyone knows this. We… we are destined to be together, you can’t let this happen Kepa. Please Kepa. Let me marry him instead, I’m an omega and already of age, it would only make sense to–”
“Enough!” Their grandsire interrupted. “I will not hear any more of this childish nonsense. It is decided, Valarr will marry Lady Kiera when she arrives, three weeks from now, for this arrangement is for the best of the realm. I know this is not what you dreamt of dear grandson, but your whining will not change my decision. It is his duty to do as his king commands and put aside his heart’s desires. I thought your mother would have taught you that by now but I can see now that I was mistaken. Again.” Maekar could only look down in shame as his father’s disappointment towards his youngest son continued. “We shall start the wedding’s preparations at once. My lords, grandchildren, you are all dismissed.”
Daeron ran to his room as fast as he could, completely ignoring his mother’s calls as tears emerged like rivers from his eyes. He climbed up to his nest holding himself tightly as cried and cried until he couldn’t anymore. This had to be a nightmare, Lord Bloodraven told him he was going to marry Valarr, why was this happening then? He couldn’t understand. It was wrong. It was unfair.
“Daeron?” A soft voice called him. “Lēkia?” Aerion called from his door, unsure if he could come inside or not, for his brother’s bitter scent flooded the room.
“Leave me alone!” At his brother’s scream Aerion ran away afraid, leaving Daeron to drown in his sorrow by himself. No one else came to his chambers that day, not even to ask him to join their family for supper. He refused to eat or to take a bath, clinging to a pillow that still had Valarr’s scent on it, crying non stop.
By nightfall his door opened silently allowing someone inside without Daeron’s permission.
“I said I wanted to be left alone” He complained to the intruder who’s only answer was the soothing scent of mint.
“Even by me? I’m hurt” Valarr said. Daeron quickly got up from his nest and ran to his brother’s arms. They held each other with love and sadness. Valarr cooed at the omega when tears started flowing again as he stroked his back with such tenderness.
“What are you doing here? If someone finds out-”
“Do not worry, I made sure no one saw me. I couldn’t sleep without seeing you my love. Knowing what you must be going through… I couldn’t leave you alone.”
“What I’m going through? What about you? You are the one who is being forced to marry another!”
“It is my duty Daeron, I must fulfill it”
“It is not fair!”
“It is not. And yet I can not change it. The King has made up his mind, I can not escape this fate.”
“I hate him! I hate Kepa for allowing this!”
“Do not say that, Kepa had no choice my love. Please do not blame him for this. We both know that if he could he would marry us”
“He should have fought harder for us. He’s killing us, without you I feel like I’m dying.”
“Hush now my love. We’ll get through this, I sware.”
“It’s not fair” Daeron cried one last time as Valarr held his face and kissed his tears away. Slowly, so slowly, Valarr’s kisses traveled to his lips, pressing small kisses against them until Daeron corresponded with the gesture. Putting his arms around the alfa’s neck as the other’s hands held him by the waist, pulling him closer so there wasn’t any space between them. Their mouths danced against each other as they were oh so familiar, Valarr knew him better than anyone, knew how to kiss him just right to draw out sinful sounds from the back of his throat.
Suddenly he was being lifted up and walked to the nest where Valarr let him down carefully. The alfa took a step back for a moment giving Daeron the perfect view to his body as he stripped from his upper garments. He wasn't as muscular as his father or mother, but his physique left nothing to be desired. Toned muscles adorned his body and a vague happy trail led his eyes towards the alfa’s crotch where a bulge was already forming making the omega wet himself with sweet slick.
“Valarr… what are you doing?”
“What I always dreamt to do”
“We can’t… you… you are betrothed"
“I do not care. I’m not married yet, and if the crown is asking me to give up the thing I love the most I see only fair that I get to have you at least once my love.”
At that Daeron could only spread his legs inviting the alfa into his space. Valarr climbed on top of him with sweet kisses, tracing a trail from his mouth to his neck, searching for the source of that scent he so much loved. Once the alpha's mouth found his scent gland, he kissed it once, then enveloped it with his lips and sucked hard. A moan escaped the omega's lips as his hands sought to grasp his beloved's shoulders to ground himself from the immense pleasure. His hips moved involuntarily, causing friction between their bodies and to Valarr to release a groan of pleasure that vibrated against Daeron's sensitive skin.
“Valarr, I need-”
“What do you need my love? I’ll give you anything, whatever your heart desires. Ask me and it’s yours.”
“Touch. Touch me”
His hands made swift work of stripping him of his clothes, exposing his pale skin to the candlelight. Daeron had no room for shame as the alpha gazed at his wet cunt with dilated pupils. He looked like a predator seeing his prey for the first time, hungry eyes that couldn't decide where to look. Valarr didn’t take long to bury his head between his legs, his tongue lapping at the slick that dripped from his cunt, eager and inexperienced but with every intention.
Daeron’s moans echoed through the room as he held onto Valarr’s hair to keep him right where he needed him the most, with his lips sealed around his clit as his fingers circled around the wet entrance. He buckled his hips trying to get Valarr’s fingers inside him, earning a pleased groan from the older man who rewarded his neediness with two fingers, curling his fingers with such precision that the omega's hips contracted even more as he moaned loudly, tightening his grip on the alpha's hair.
“Oh Valarr! I c-can’t anymore. Please. I need you. Inside. Please my love”
Daeron didn't need to ask twice for the alpha to immediately abandon his previous task and remove his last garments. The alpha's cock stood erect with vigor, an angry red color decorating the tip and a mixture of brown and white hairs gracefully framing the base. He licked his lips, wishing he could take it in his mouth and taste him, but it was his cunt that was stealing all the attention, clenching and unclenching around nothing, begging to be filled.
“Look at you my love. So wet, so desperate for my cock. You look gorgeous Daeron, I wish I could have this image engraved in my mind forever.”
“Stop talking, do not keep me waiting brother.” He demanded with a needy whine.
“As if I was cruel enough to do that.” Valarr positioned himself between the omega’s legs, aligning his cock to the entrance of his cunt, pausing just a moment to look at the younger man beneath him, as if searching for any sign of discomfort or doubt. “Ready?”
“Yes”
“I’ve heard that it hurts the first time” He said worried “I do not wish to bring you any hurt or discomfort-”
“Valaar” He interrupted. As adorable as it was to see his lover so worried for him he couldn’t care less, he needed this, he wanted it. He took his face in his hands and kissed him deep enough to make him forget his worries. “You will not harm me love.” He nodded and pressed himself against his cunt. Daeron let out a gasp as the head of his cock started going past his entrance.
“Agh. Daeron. You are so tight and warm.” Valarr moaned as he kept sliding inside his body. Once he was completely inside, he paused between pants to check on his brother one more time. “Do let me know if you are in any discomfort.” With that last petition he started moving.
The drag of his cock against his inner walls was delicious, pleasure sparked behind his eyes as the alfa started a sweet pace, savouring the moment, every gasp, every moan, the thick scent of mint and grapes mixed in the air, proof of the bond they held. Daeron's hands took their place on Valarr's back, leaving marks that made the man groan and increase the speed of his thrusts. Valarr was trembling, overwhelmed by pleasure, but he had no intention of slowing down, not when Daeron’s cunt clenched around him like a vice.
Valarr was big and thick just in the right places, pressing every pleasurable button inside the omega, he could feel every inch of him, every perfect inch, he could feel him throbbing inside him. And for Valarr, he was in heaven, his omega's cunt was so soft and plush, so warm and perfect; the alpha almost came right there from the exquisite sensation of his walls stretching to receive even more of him. Daeron’s arousal dripped from his cunt drenching both of them creating the obscene squelching sound of their bodies slamming against one another.
“Ah! Valarr! I- I’m gonna-!” He moaned, feeling his own eyes begin to fill with tears and his vision blur slightly. He could perfectly feel his orgasm beginning to form at the base of his belly, his back arching even further.
“Cum for me love, I wanna see it, I wanna feel it. Please love, do it. Come on my cock.” He never took his eyes off Daeron's face, his gaze fixed on his own. He was so agitated and slightly dazed, staring at the omega with lust and devotion. Daeron could feel the base of his cock starting to swell, the promise of a knot forming there and making his instincts go wild.
“Knot me! Yes! Knot me alfa, please I beg you, knot me!” He screamed in ecstasy. The alpha's need was evident in every deep thrust of his hips, the urge to claim, to possess; he could barely contain himself either. He was so wet, so, so ready to take his knot, there was nothing he desired the most at that moment. To be claimed, to be ruined by the brother he loved the most.
“I love you Daeron” Valarr whimpered, tears flowing from his eyes, unsure if they were due to the pleasure or the pain they still held. “I’ll love you till the day I die. My heart belongs to you, only to you.”
“Valarr, I’m yours. I’ll always be yours, no matter what, no matter who you marry. My heart is yours”
Daeron's voice fell on his ears like sweet honey, bringing him to the edge. He pushed his knot inside the tight cunt locking them in place as he came with a loud groan, biting the pillow next to Daeron's head to avoid marking him. The sensation of being filled to the brim finally brought Daeron to the edge, coming with such force that his thighs trembled as his walls clenched even more, milking the alpha's cock.
Valaar collapsed on top of the omega, exhausted and overcome with feelings. Daeron held him, wrapping his arms around the man who kept sobbing against the crook of his neck. He had no words of comfort, the injustice that was forced upon them was inevitable, no matter what they did or said would change the outcome. In three weeks Valarr would marry someone else, but for now, they had each other. No one else mattered inside these four walls that protected them from their cruel fates.
Once his knot deflated he moved to get out of his omega, the mix of both their fluids rushing outwards drenching the sheats below. Daeron whined at the loss of something inside him but cared too little when his brother cuddled him into his arms. Valarr stared at the omega’s belly, caressing it gently as Daeron purred contentedly
“This… is my last gift to you.” Valarr whispered. “I swear by the old Gods and the new that no one else will have a this gift from me. This belongs to you and only you.”