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The King was arriving within the day, and with him came conflict within the ancient walls of Winterfell. An old argument, and a tired one, was arising once again between Lady Catelyn and her oldest son Robb.
“It’s disrespectful to the entire royal family to inflict a bastard upon them.” She said once again. “He will be where he belongs with the other commonfolk and baseborn gathering to see the King and Queen arrive, and he will not be sitting at the dais where he could give offence.”
“Jon is part of this family mother, he has as much Stark blood as me or any of your other childr- “Robb began, before his mother cut in.
“Do you think you have to remind me of your father’s shame? I never forget about that boy’s stark blood, but that does not make him a Stark. You and your real siblings are the Stark family’s legacy and to have him there would be an insult to your King, not to mention me.”
This was the real issue, Robb knew. Based on everything Robb had heard he doubted the King who had fathered over a dozen bastards himself would give a fig about seeing one in the yard or at dinner. His mother’s anger and resentment towards Jon wasn’t borne from her wanting to protect the Stark legacy as she always claimed, but from her own seething resentment at her husband’s infidelity. It was an anger Robb was growing less and less patient with.
“It has been 16 years mother; you need to stop blaming Jon for Father’s infidelity. And in my presence, you will not refer to Jon as shameful again. He is my brother.” Robb said, straining to keep the growing frustration out of his voice. And lover. He kept that bit to himself, however.
Catelyn’s face flushed red at her son’s insolence.
“This isn’t about me, and you have no right to give me orders, I am your mother and the Lady of Winterfell.”
“And I am the heir of Winterfell.”
“An empty title while your father still draws breath. Speaking of your father I might mention that he agrees with me, Jon is better left out of sight and out of mind.”
This much was true enough, his father had seemed more than willing to hide Jon away from this particular visit. This was more odd than angering to Robb though. His father had never treated Jon any different from his other children, except at the behest of his lady wife. When other Knights and Lords came to visit Jon was never hidden from view or treated as a stain upon the bloodline (despite Lady Catelyn's best efforts).
Robb had always steadfastly supported his younger brother’s right to be there, and when push came to shove his father had sided with him over Catelyn, much to her annoyance. This visit was different though, and Robb decided his mother must have finally gotten through to him with her poison.
“You and father can proclaim where Jon can and can’t be all you want; he will be at my side to greet the King at the gates as well as at the feast.” Robb said. He was fully aware that he had no right to such a statement, but he also knew that he would see it through, and they weren’t going to stop him.
“We’ll just have to see about that.” His mother said haughtily. “If you’re done insulting me and making idle threats, I would thank you to leave my chambers. I have many things to attend to before His Grace arrives.”
“I’ve made no threats nor insults mother, but I will leave you to your brooding if you would like.” The young lordling said as he turned to leave.
Robb was angry at his mother, but he was more disappointed in her than anything. When it came to her children, she was a loving and maternal figure. Robb had no doubt she would take a quarrel in the chest to protect him or any of his trueborn siblings. He was also fairly confident that she would throw Jon in front of the crossbow if that was a choice instead.
Robb Stark and Jon Snow grew up together, and despite her best-efforts Lady Catelyn had failed miserably to separate them and foster hate for the bastard in her son. The pair ate together, trained together, visited the godswood, they played jokes on Sansa, climbed trees, and hunted together. They also happened to sleep together, but this was an activity they were both careful to keep to themselves.
Robb loved all of his siblings, but it was different with Jon. Even just thinking about the boy with curly brown hair and dark grey eyes brought a smile to the young wolf’s face and a fluttering feeling into his chest. Jon was more than his bastard half-brother, he was his second half, his love. He was tired of seeing Jon mistreated and cast aside. Jon belonged by his side, and that is where he would be.
“Keep your sword up Greyjoy!” Rob heard the master at arms bark as his feet led him to the training yard, where he knew Jon would be.
The swords clanged together as Theon and Jon sparred. It was a warm summer day, and the sun was shining, so both boys were stripped bare from the waist up. Robb had to stop himself from staring at his brother’s well-defined body dripping with sweat as he parried Theon’s strike. It was immediately clear to Robb who the winner of this duel would be. Jon was sweaty but breathing steadily, while Theon was dripping wet and heaving for his breath. Jon easily blocked another sloppy strike from the iron heir and spotted his half-brother across the yard. For an instant a small smile flicked on his lips before his attention was back to the fight. His speed and ferocity increased ten-fold and Theon was backing away. Jon slashed and stabbed, lunged and feigned, it was taking every fiber of the squid’s energy to protect himself, which ended up being a futile effort.
Jon feigned a sloppy slash aimed at Theon’s sword arm and Robb knew it was over. When Theon shifted to protect himself, Jon spun around and slammed the hilt of his sparring sword into the boys helm so hard the Iron heir fell to his knees.
“Seven hells I yield!” Theon proclaimed between ragged breaths.
“Yeh make the same mistake every time Theon!” Ser Rodrik exclaimed “Going fer the quick strike early, tiring yerself out and ending up on yer arse in the dirt.”
Jon was laughing as he put his sword and helm away. “And where do you think you’re going boy? I can’t recall giving you leave to go.”
“I’m off to the godswood, ser. My brother and I intend to pray long and hard that Theon finally grows the good sense to listen to your wise instruction. Maybe with the Gods intervention he’ll be less like to end up on his arse.”
“Fuck you, bastard!” Theon shouted. He was on his feet again, his dented helm and sword forgotten on the ground, his hands balled into fists at his side.
“I may be a bastard but at least my father wants me. When’s the last time we received a raven from Pike I wonder?”
Jon was walking towards Robb and facing away from Theon when the Ironborn charged at him. Jon smiled slyly at the young heir. The boy was close enough to reach towards the bastard son of Winterfell when Jon nimbly leapt aside, as quick as a cat. Theon overbalanced and crashed on his face.
“Still in the dirt but not on his arse. Would you call that an improvement Ser Rodrik?”
“Go to the godswood and leave the boy be.” Ser Robrik responded, exasperated, “And Theon, if yeh don’t learn to control yer temper it’ll get yeh killed when you’re facin someone that won’t go so easy on yeh.”
Robb laughed as his half-brother jogged over to him. He had always gotten along with Theon well enough, but the Ironborn had been trying to poke at Jon since his arrival. For the first few years Jon would take the bastard comments to heart, but eventually he realized he didn’t just have to take it, he could give it back. Robb loved the confidence Jon had developed. He had to avert his gaze from the boy with his bouncing black curls and dark eyes before his manhood responded to the sight.
“Ready for our prayers milord?” Jon asked with a mischievous smile on his face.
“I’ve been looking forward to it since our prayers yesterday good sir.” The heir responded. Most of the north still worshipped the old gods, but they didn’t feel the need to visit the heart tree in the same way southerners visited the sept. Their worship was personal, and they knew the gods could hear them if they prayed at the tree or in the privy. This made the godswood as safe a place as any in the castle for them to be alone.
“Very pious of you, lead the way.”
Together they walked toward the Godswood side by side, trading japes at Theon’s expense and laughing heartily. “How did you know his father didn’t write to him?” Robb asked.
“Maester Luwin told me. Well, ‘told’ may be an overstatement.” Robb gave his brother an exasperated look. The younger boy smiled innocently, “I didn’t do anything wrong, it’s not my fault he left the letter Theon asked him to send lying about where anyone could read it.”
“And where was this letter.”
“Sealed and attached to the leg of a raven that I accidentally attracted while I happened to be sprinkling seeds.”
Robb chuckled despite himself. “One of these days you’re going to get caught performing your antics, don’t come crying to me when you do.”
“You’re right, I should stop with the mischief. From now on I’ll be the perfect bastard son. It’s a shame that means I’ll have to stop taking that secret passage I discovered to your room every night.”
“Hey hey hey maybe I was a being a bit dramatic. What's the harm in a bit of mischief.” Robb amended quickly. “Besides, Theon should know better than to try to insult you by now.”
“True, I must admit though, I do feel a bit bad using his father as a weapon against him. The letter was actually pretty sad, but I’ve tried being his friend and apparently that’s beneath him.”
“Don’t worry, I’m sure he’s already working out his emotions with the closest whore he could find. Your bad deed is giving her ample pay for the day and everything balances.” Robb knew Jon would beat himself up over the comment even if he didn’t show it. He might fool most everyone else with his cavalier attitude, but his brother saw right through him every time.
As they approached the gates to the Godswood the boys dropped into silence and there was more tension in the air than there had been before. Robb needed to talk to speak to Jon about his mother and his plans for the upcoming visit, but he was loathe to ruin their happy mood.
JON POV
“I spoke to my mother” Robb began, careful to keep his tone measured.
“Oh” said Jon, disappointed but unsurprised that this sudden seriousness was about Lady Stark “What did the high Lady have to say?”
“She still refuses to allow you to join the rest of the family at the high table. I’ve told her over and over that she is being unreasonable, but she refuses to listen and remains bullheaded.”
“It’s fine Robb” Jon lied, “I don’t want you and your mother fighting because of me, I’ll be fine with everyone else in the back of the hall.”
“We’re not fighting because of you; we’re fighting because of her. And you’ll be by my side where you belong.” Robb said, with a tone that brokered no argument.
“Robb if father doesn’t want me there, I won’t be.” The bastard responded, failing to keep the bitterness out of his tone.
They had entered the Godswood by now and the silence was welcome. Robb stopped and turned to face him with a look of defiance in those beautiful blue eyes.
“And if I want you there?”
“It doesn’t matter Robb and you know it.” Jon said placatingly, despite the swoop his stomach did at his brother’s words
“It does matter! I won’t let them do this to you.”
“They aren’t doing anything to me they’re just protecting your family’s honor. Besides, I’ll be in your bed tonight, which will more than make up for my absence from your side.”
“It’s our family, you’re just as much a part of it as me. And don’t try to change the subject, I mean it you’re going to be by my side to meet the King.”
“You’ll just create a rift between Lady Stark you and father. What would it accomplish?”
“It will result in you being legitimized as a Stark if I have anything to do with it. The King will be there, and he needs to see that you’re our father’s son if I’m going to convince him to grant you your rightful place.”
Oh.
A shocked silence greeted his words and Jon felt his affection for his half-brother and lover swell up in his chest. He didn’t know how to respond. He had wanted to be a Stark for as long as he could remember, but he wanted Robb and him to be together even more. He was afraid that if Robb kept poking the bear his mother would try to find a way to separate them for good. Of course Jon knew he and Robb would never actually consent to such a separation, but the attempt could very well estrange Robb from his mother forever. He recognized that look in his lover’s eyes though and knew trying to convince him otherwise would be futile.
A small smile crept onto the bastard’s face and relief broke on the heir’s. He had been holding his breath waiting for a reaction. Jon felt love and longing crash over him like a wave and suddenly he couldn’t go another second without those lips being on his. His brother’s kindness and affection was too much to bear, and he lunged at him.
If not for the large oak tree behind the young wolf, they would have crashed to the ground. Pressed against the hard bark of the ancient tree their lips smashed together almost violently. For one heartbeat Robb was too shocked to do anything, but then his body responded with enthusiasm. Jon felt Robb’s tongue and opened up to it, as it poked and prodded into his mouth. A small moan escaped his lips as Robb reached around and grabbed his buttocks with both hands, holding on like his life depended on it. He could feel his brother’s manhood stiffening against his own as the young wolf began kissing and biting his neck.
“Mmh…Rob…Please” he began, lost in his own ecstasy.
Robb spun them around and suddenly Jon was the one pressed against the tree. He looked up into his lover’s piercing blue eyes and the longing for him was so strong Jon felt like he was going to combust. He reached for the boy’s laces to undo his britches, but Robb grabbed both of his hands with one of his and pinned them to the tree above their heads.
Robb leaned close and whispered, “Who do you belong to?”
The feeling of Robb’s hot breath on his ear send a shiver of pleasure coursing through Jon’s body.
“I’ve always been yours Robb.” He responded. Jon Snow was a stubborn and willful boy who was known to get what he wanted, but in times like this with his brother he practically melted and was content being no more than Robb’s property.
“Then show me” the young wolf said, before he suddenly let Jon’s hand go and backed up a step.
The sudden loss of Robbs strength holding him caused Jon to fall onto his knees, his eyes level with the large bulge in the older boy’s britches, right where he belonged. He reached out his hands and started undoing the laces as he kissed and licked his brother’s rock-hard manhood through the fabric. His need for Robb felt like a fire inside him. He wanted that cock inside him, he needed it, and every other thought fled from his mind.
He finally got the laces down and the cock sprang eagerly from its confinement, landing on Jon’s face and spreading precum on the boy’s forehead. The heir of Winterfell’s sword was over 7 inches long, and thick. Robb slapped the heavy flesh against Jon’s face a few times while the boy on his knees opened his mouth and held out his tongue, a look of desperate longing in his eyes.
“What do you say?”
“Please”
Robb gave him a soft but sharp slap in the face
“Please sir, can I suck your cock?”
That answer pleased him more because he released his cock and let Jon have it. Jon licked the head first, savoring the salty taste of his brother’s precum. He grabbed the shaft with one hand and began stroking while he took the head into his mouth and licked his brother’s stiffness with reverence. This elicited a groan of pleasure from Robb, the most beautiful sound in the world. He took his mouth off the cockhead and licked down the shaft putting his face in the bush of red Tully hair that circled the base. He sniffed deeply, drowning in the smell of his brother’s sweat and musk. He moved down to the swollen balls handing low and sucked one into his mouth. He felt the meaty rod tense and jump against his cheek as he teased his brother with his mouth and tongue.
Finally he let the balls out of his mouth and backed up, looking into the eye of his brother’s favorite toy. He could feel Robb getting restless and he intended to please his brother. Jon snow took the cockhead in his mouth and kept going, reaching all of the way forward until his nose was back in that gorgeous bush of hair. Jon used to only be able to go halfway on his brother’s large manhood, but practice and a desire to please had taught him to take it all.
He backed off and went forward again, licking in circles as he went. Robbs hips moved slightly in time with him as Jon picked up the pace.
Robb moaned, “Good boy Jon, that’s my boy” and Jon felt his own cock jump in its fabric prison at the praise.
He bobbed his head faster on the stiff cock, looking up and making eye contact with the gorgeous boy it belonged to. Rob grabbed his head with both hands and forced him aggressively forward. He held Jon’s head down so his face was buried in that beautiful bush and the cock was deep in the younger boy’s throat. The musky smell filled Jon’s nose and became his whole world. His need for air was drowned out by the pleasure of pleasing Robb.
Robb backed his head off a bit but not all of the way. He held the boy’s head firmly by the hair and began thrusting with his hips. Faster and faster he plowed into his brother’s eager mouth, spearing the back of his throat deeper and deeper every time. Jon’s body was filled with ecstasy over the look on Robb’s face.
“Enough” Robb growled and pushed his head off.
Jon took one deep breath of air before Robb’s lips were on his. His tongue forced its way into Jon’s mouth, which still tasted of the salty precum. Robb pushed him onto his back and leaned on top of him, his body between his lover’s open legs. He resumed his attack on Jon’s mouth with a vengeance and with one hand he stroked his brother’s aching cock through the thin layer of fabric over it.
“Please...” Jon moaned into the older boy’s mouth, stroking the cock he wanted inside him. “Please… fuck me Robb… I’m yours… I need you… inside me”
The older boy ripped open Jon’s tunic with a roar. He pushed himself down, pulled one nipple greedily into his mouth and twisted the other with his left hand. Jon felt a shudder go down his spine as the young wolf bit and sucked his sensitive nipple hard enough to leave a mark. With his other hand he undid the laces of the younger boy’s britches. With a grunt he released the pink nipple from his mouth. The skin around it was purple with the love mark Robb had left him. Robb ripped the britches down so hard they forced the shoes from Jon’s feet and suddenly the torn tunic was the only thing between his bare skin and the ground of the Godswood.
Jon should’ve been worried that they would be spotted. Should’ve cared about what would happen if someone told their father, or worse, Lady Stark. But at this moment the only thing Jon could think about was the pulsing flesh in between his beautiful brother’s thick, muscular legs.
Robb was leaning over him, devouring the sight of his naked and submissive lover laying before him. His eyes raked over Jon’s slight but well-muscled arms. Lingered on the pecs with their swollen nipples and especially the fully erect cock that stared back at him. Jon’s manhood wasn’t as large as his older brother’s nor was it as thick, but it was still over 6 inches and would’ve put most of the boys their age in Winterfell to shame. Where rob had a thick bush of red hair crowning the base of his cock, Jon’s body was smooth and void of hair. He had been born growing no hair, save on his head. His brother drank in the sight of his smooth, exposed lover’s cock.
Jon loved the feeling of his brother’s gaze on his body, but he wanted more. He needed to be filled by him. He could feel his boy pussy throbbing with the emptiness and the ache for Robb’s cock. Robb must have seen this longing on his face. Their eyes met and Robb was on his knees in front of Jon, he grabbed the boy bodily and flipped him over, so he was on his hands and knees in the dirt. Robb ripped the tunic again from the back, so it fell off either arm in tatters and Jon was as naked as his name day.
Without any preamble Robb finally granted Jon’s wish and thrust his entire manhood into the tight hole at once. Jon couldn’t help but let out a small scream before his brother put a rough hand over his mouth. He had been fucked by this cock times beyond counting but it’s girth still took him aback every time. Robb leaned forward and put a hand on the ground to support himself, the other still clamped over Jon’s mouth. The older, stronger boy began kissing his younger brother’s neck as he slowly pulled his cock out. When only the head was still inside, he violently thrusted back in, earning another muffled yell against his strong palm.
“You’re mine” Robb growled into his ear “All mine”
He pulled almost all of the way out again and impaled Jon’s guts with his spear. Jon arched his back at the tendrils of pleasure coursing through his body. Robb began thrusting in earnest. He removed his hand from the younger boys’ mouth, leaned back and began speeding up his thrusts. It was all Jon could do not to scream in pleasure again.
“Oh, oh, ooh, ooh Rob yes, fuck me just like that” He moaned
The heir of Winterfell sped up even more, pounding the boy’s hole over and over, giving guttural grunts of pleasure with each one. He was becoming wilder by the second.
“Ahhhhh…” Jon moans as Rob gives his ass a sharp slap.
“You like that don’t you”
*Smack*
“You like it when I dominate you”
*Smack*
“You like that you’re mine to fuck, mine to ruin and use”
*Smack, Smack, Smack*
“Yes Robb, yes y-yess ohhhh” Jon replies almost unintelligibly.
His sensitive buttocks hurts from the constant pounding and the slaps will probably leave bruises, but Jon loves it, he craves more and almost begs his wolf to smack him again. “I like it Robb, I want you to own me, to fuck my brains out and bruise my ass so every time I sit down, I remember who I belong to.”
Robb reaches a hand down and begins stroking Jon’s throbbing cock. The power of the pleasure going through Jon’s body almost knocks him unconscious, if he could stay like this, locked in this moment for the rest of time he would.
The pleasure is too much, and he feels himself approaching the edge. Jon doesn’t want this moment to end but…
“I’m gonna cum Robb I- “
The boy grabs Jon by the throat from behind and lifts him up, trapping him against his chest as he ravages the hole, and his hand only speeds up. Jon lets out a strangled moan as he spills his white seed all over his lover’s fist, staining the dead leaves coating the ground.
A few moments late Rob roars as he ruts into Jon hard and deep, and the bastard can feel his throbbing manhood shoot rope after rope of thick lordly seed deep into his guts. He bites an earlobe and whispers “I love you, Jon Stark”
He thrusts a few final times and lets go of his brother’s throat. Jon is boneless and still riding the high of his orgasm. He would’ve fallen flat onto his face if his lover’s strong and gentle arms hadn’t wrapped around him and led him to the ground. They lay like that in comfortable silence for a few moments with their legs intertwined, Robb’s hand on Jon’s hip and his cock softening in Jon’s ravished hole.
“You’re going to have to start getting used to it you know” Robb said
“I am used to it but you’re so thick that I can’t help but scream”
“No, not that” Robb chuckled “You’re going to have to get used to being called Jon Stark.”
A heartbeat of silence passed; Jon looked over his shoulder to make eye contact with his young wolf “Robb- “he began
“I meant what I said, you’re part of this family, you’re mine and I am yours. I would marry you and give you the name if they’d allow it. Barring that the only one who can give you your rightful name is the King.”
“Your mother isn’t going to like it.”
“My mother is too proud by half and needs to move past her pointless anger. I’m tired of accommodating her foulness. If it weren’t for her father would’ve petitioned the King for your proper name years ago, I promise you.”
“I don’t know about that; he doesn’t seem too eager to have me at the welcome party or the feast either.” Ned Stark had never seemed ashamed of Jon like Catelyn had. He had never hidden Jon away, but this visit was different. Jon supposed it made sense, the King wasn’t the same as a lord, and maybe Ned did have more shame than Jon would like to admit.
“That’s not true, it's my mother speaking through him. I bet she’s been whispering in his ear since we received the raven about Jon Arryn’s death.”
“There’s some truth in that, I’ll grant you.” Jon sighed, watching the wind rustle through the blood red leaves of the ancient weirwood tree. The sight of the tree made him feel at home. This is my home John thought. This is my home, this is my family, and she has no right to take it from me. It should be my name, it is my name. Something solidified in the young man’s chest.
“Okay” Jon said, his voice strong and unwavering “Let’s convince the king”
He looked back at the older boy again and he was smiling, a look of fierce pride on his perfect features. Robb leaned in and kissed him. His large hand reached up and cupped his brother’s face tenderly and the younger boy deepened the kiss, falling into it and the boy who was his whole world. Jon felt the embrace tighten, and Robb’s manhood, still sheathed within his lover, had started to stiffen again.
“No, nope, we do not have time for this again” Jon said firmly, breaking the kiss. Robb groaned and squeezed him tighter. “And here I thought you loved me.” He said, his voice full of mock hurt.
Jon rolled his eyes and pushed away from the warmth of the young wolf. The semi erect cock left its warm home and Jon felt empty without it. It was tempting to lie back down and let Robb claim him again, but the King was coming today, and tardiness would do nothing to help them build favor.
“You’d think pushing you into a tree and begging you to fuck me would prove my love. Besides, I’m the one here who should be complaining, how am I supposed to explain this?” Jon responded, holding up the tattered and stained halves of his woolen tunic.
“Mauled by a wolf?” Robb suggested, a playful grin on his face. Jon tossed one half of the tunic at him. “You owe me a new one” Jon said, smiling despite himself.
“How about I get you a new name instead?” his brother responded, standing up and tucking his softening manhood away in his britches. “I suppose that will do Stark, but the walk to my chambers half naked is still going to raise some eyebrows. Especially with this mark that is not going away any time soon.” He said, pointing to the nipple the older boy had liked the taste of so much.
Robb grinned sheepishly. “Sorry about that. Though to be fair I don’t know what you expected, attacking me like that in the godswood. Besides, I like marking you as mine.”
Jon hid his pleasure at these words as best he could, but he wasn’t fooling his brother. They both knew Jon liked Robbs marks as much as the older boy. “Here” Robb said, taking off his own tunic and handing it to Jon. “It would probably be best no one sees that, especially my mother.” Jon shuddered at the thought and accepted the tunic gratefully. He caught himself staring at the well-defined muscles covering Robbs exposed upper half. Robb had broad shoulders and arms thicker than a boy their age had any right to. His torso was adorned with two bulging pecs and six chiseled abs. Jon’s cock stirred at the sight and Robb did not fail to notice. “Regretting the decision to leave?” he asked. Jon pushed him playfully in the chest. “We’ll have plenty of time for more later.” Jon was just noticing how high the sun was in the sky and a stab of panic went through him. “Right now we really need to go though.”
“I’ll race you to the keep.” Robb said, a youthful excitement in his eyes.
“It's cute that you’re still willing to lose after all of these years.” His brother replied confidently, pulling the tunic over his head. It smelled of Robb and that brought a smile to his face.
“This time I’ll win, after that session you’ll barely be able to walk.”
He had a point.