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Sixteenth, Six and Ten, his nameday and Maekar was just about having the most annoying day of his life.
He had thought it would just be a joyous time filled with celebration but apparently his Father had different ideas.
See, Maekar was born from an accident, his Mother was not at an age she should have been able to birth anymore children and yet, miraculously, twenty four years after her first son, Baelor had been born, Maekar came into this world.
And as The King and Queen Consorts only Omega child.
Sixteen was a prime age for him to produce pups but Maekar hadn’t even humored any Lords or Ladies that were pushed his way, he’d sneered and scared them off with his rude attitude and unruly behaviour.
His Father didn’t like it one bit, his Mother was sympathetic for him as her youngest child but she also knew what was expected of him.
And that’s exactly what brought him to today; sitting at his chair trying to indulge in his birthday feast but of course once more his Father had to bring up suitors.
A Lannister boy stuttering at his words, Maekar could eat him alive but he actually just scared him off with a mere look.
The next was an older Baratheon man, bowing his head at him and giving him a sly smile, Maekar wanted to pull the stupid antlers from his head and gouge his eyes out with them.
Actually, he would have done it if he knew it wouldn’t cause so much trouble for his dear Father.
So he just sat there and took it, like a good little Omega.
God’s, his head ached and he hadn’t quite kept count of how many tried to woo him, he was basically a ticking timebomb at this point, his nails tapping against the table and his foot twitching and honestly?
He was half tempted to just stamp on the next person’s feet who tried to talk to him.
“I need some fucking air”. Maekar finally got the confidence to say the moment he saw a Velaryon approach.
“Maekar!” Daeron II had expressed as if he was scandalized by his attitude and Maekar saw the way his Father looked at him with all the resentment in the world.
Daeron The Good, his ass.
Despite his claim for needing air he actually walked towards the buffet table, grabbing a hold of one of the sweet treats and stuffing it into his mouth, ha!
Another action his Father would scold him for;
That’s not Omega-like, you need to act like this, blah, blah- fucking blah.
Sometimes Maekar wished his Mother would step up for him more but he also knew she couldn’t do much to sway his Father’s mind at this point.
He just huffed to himself again, angrily picking up another piece of food and shovelling it into his mouth.
He could practically hear his Father’s voice in his head again telling him how disgusting he was, how he needed to act docile to make up for his scarred face.
His teeth clenched together as he reached for a glass of— whatever, he wasn’t sure what it was.
But the moment he did, someone was placing a hand over his own and Maekar almost scratched their eyes out, a hiss pulling from his lips.
Though when he turned his body recoiled in shock.
“Baelor—”.
His face flushed in embarrassment as he looked up at his older brother, he hadn't even caught his scent approaching since he’d been too invested in his own mind.
“I thought you didn’t like this?” Baelor gestured with his head towards the drink, it was the very type that Maekar spat out his last nameday and claimed it too bitter.
Maekar’s grip loosened and he let Baelor place it back on the table but his face soon scrunched up again, lip jutting out into a pout.
“What? Has Father asked you to talk to me or something? I thought you were with your Lady Wife and Valarr”. Baelor had caught the disdain on Maekar’s face at the mention of Jena and his son.
And, well, Baelor had been with them, right up until everyone saw Maekar’s outburst and he silently withdrew.
“And I thought you were going to get some air?” Baelor tutted as his hand reached behind Maekar’s back to move him forward.
“Come on”.
Everytime Baelor did that to him, Maekar couldn’t help but notice just how big Baelor’s palm felt against the span of him and always heat rushed to Maekar’s face, making him stare away from his brother in shame.
Baelor shooed everyone else from the balcony with a simple gesture before closing the doors behind them.
Maekar didn’t hear the lock.
It was just the two of them and Maekar stared over King’s Landing, the rest of the Kingdom seemed like a million miles away from up here.
He was never quite good with heights, hilarious considering what he was.
“Father seems to have put a load on you today, your nameday of all days”. Baelor sighed, approaching his dear brother as he placed his hands on his shoulders.
Maekar felt so tense against Baelor’s hold, all Baelor could think about was how stressed out his poor little brother was having to put up with all those inferior Alpha’s trying to court him.
But that’s one of the things he truly loved about Maekar, how even in his growth as an Omega, he had never lost his bite.
“Maekar?” Baelor asked him, he sighed when his brother just tch’d and looked the opposite way from him.
Until Baelor grabbed one of Maekar’s horns forcing his brother to look at him.
“Now, don’t be like that”.
Baelor’s mismatched eyes stared into Maekar’s wide ones, a small smirk pulling to his expression.
And Maekar didn’t even know what to say, Baelor hadn’t ever grabbed him like that, not in a place so sensitive to him.
The Omega audibly gulped, he couldn’t help the small whimper falling from his lips.
It only worsened when Baelor’s thumb stroked over the tip, the stimulation from his touch was sending a spark straight down to Maekar’s cunt.
Shame saturated his expression even if he tried to hide it, Baelor saw right through him, he always did.
Baelor’s thumb travelled further down Maekar’s horn and he watched his brother intently as if obsessively observing every single twitch of his expression.
“Baelor— brother, stop”. Maekar couldn’t believe he’d let it go on for so long, of course Baelor was only teasing, he had to have been because there’s no way he would have known just grabbing his horn like that would have made his body react in such a way.
What was he even doing?
Baelor was his brother— his married brother, his brother who had a child who was older than him, his brother who—.
The Alpha grabbed his horn again, jerking his head to a side and Maekar let out a cry, one which was muffled by Baelor’s other hand immediately clamping over his mouth.
“Unwise to be so loud, brother, we have guests, remember?”
Baelor said in a hushed tone, his breath hot against Maekar’s pointed ear and he continued to stare back at him with wide eyes.
“I wish you could see yourself right now, Sweetling, your face is flushed so red and you’re saturating the air with your scent, God’s above I could take a bite out of you”.
Baelor’s smirk widened but it was in such stark contrast from his actual hushed words.
“Those Lords and Ladies don’t even know your little cunt gets soaked because of your older brother”.
Maekar felt his chest raise up and down, he didn’t know what to say— not like he could say much with Baelor’s hand still clasped around his mouth but fuck, every single one of Baelor’s words went straight to his pussy
He felt so embarrassed that he couldn’t contain himself like every one of his virtues had left him just because his brother decided to humor his little crush, or perhaps Maekar was too naive to see the way Baelor looked at him all the same.
Finally, Baelor’s hand left Maekar’s mouth, instead falling to his waist and Maekar arched into his hold involuntarily, yet another pathetic sound falling from his lips, so ashamed of himself even if Baelor looked like he wanted to eat him alive.
“You— can’t do this, Father will have your head! Jena she—”.
Maekar tried to find excuses and Hell’s, there was alot of them, so many reasons why this was so wrong but Maekar never wanted a damn suitor, never wanted to be pupped up by some other Alpha just to pose as a good wife that allowed a Targaryen alliance.
Fuck, he wanted Baelor so fucking much.
“She what? Can watch?” Baelor countered, that sly tone in his voice that felt so foreign since Baelor never acted like this, always heralded as the perfect son, the perfect heir.
If only they knew.
Then Baelor kissed him, Maekar didn’t care for the rough of his beard against his own skin nor even if he still had the sinking feeling of how entirely wrong this was, how could Maekar help himself?
Baelor was meant to be the rational one anyway.
The Omega moaned against his brother’s lips, Baelor’s hand had fallen from his horn to meet the other on his waist.
Maekar hadn’t expected to be lifted up on the balcony, a rush of adrenaline shooting through him because of the height and again, he was never good with heights but fuck, he trusted Baelor not to let him fall.
The fear of that mixing with his arousal was going straight to his cunt making him dampen his formal clothes with even more slick.
Baelor’s hands worked against his clothes, somehow even from their position he was able to get Maekar’s breeches down enough to get to his cunt.
He pulled back from the kiss once his fingers pressed against the Omega’s labia, parting his folds as if to toy with him but Maekar was revelling in it, another whine falling from his lips as he tilted his head down to watch just how much bigger Baelor’s fingers looked against him.
“Do you smell yourself, Maekar?” Baelor asked him like it was the most casual thing in the world.
“Surprised they can’t smell you in there, Sweetling, though they’re probably confusing your scent with their wine, but it’s nowhere near as intoxicating”.
Maekar never even knew his brother could speak like this even if he dreamed of it in the darkness of his own chambers with his own fingers stuffed in his cunt, but now he was living it and Baelor’s fingers were the ones about to fuck open his pussy.
“God’s above I don’t think I can get enough of you after this”.
The Alpha groaned, pressing a kiss to Maekar’s scarred jaw as a finger finally pressed inside him, sliding so easily from all the slick that Maekar’s cunt had leaked out and Baelor ate up every single little sound Maekar made.
“Mmgh—”.
Maekar’s eyes shut for a moment as he tried to muffle himself, though he didn’t get far the moment Baelor’s thumb was against his swollen clit.
“Oh— Baelor! Lēkia!”
Maekar knew he should stay quiet, he was such a fool not to and he couldn’t believe he was already so fucking— well, fucked even with just a single finger, he couldn’t imagine how he’d react to Baelor’s cock.
“That’s it”. Baelor cooed at him, his finger slowly fucking in and out of his brother, thumb rubbing circles against his clit but Baelor was also a selfish man— unsurprising giving the situation and he had every intention to stuff his little brother full of himself.
He knew Maekar could take it, as a dragon he was made to take it, unlike his Lady Wife.
Another finger slipped inside Maekar eliciting a gasp from the Omega, Baelor curled his fingers just right inside the blond’s cunt and he felt the ring of muscle clench around him.
“Shhh”. Baelor tried to quiet him down the moment he added a third, Maekar was making a scene of himself, clawing at his back, no doubt destroying the cotton of his doublet.
Maekar was self aware enough to try his hardest to listen and silence himself as another whimper fell from his mouth but he immediately bit into his lips to stop himself.
He felt so close then, his legs were already shaking hard around Baelor as his pussy tightened around his brother's fingers, a gush of slick leaking out of him when he came.
The sharp cry was silenced by his own hands shooting up to his mouth to shut himself up.
“B-Baelor”.
Maekar hiccuped, he heard his own heartbeat in his ears and could barely see his brother in front of him past his teary eyes.
But Baelor leaned forward, pressing a kiss just under his eye.
“Don’t worry Sweetling, I’ve got you”.
Then Maekar heard it, the rustling of clothes, Baelor had pulled his cock out of his out breeches and—.
Maekar wasn’t sure if his vision was wrong because he was absolutely seeing double.
His mouth fell open, bringing his hands up to wipe his eyes.
“You didn’t know?”
Baelor asked him like he expected him to know, somehow expecting Maekar to be taught of his biology as a Targaryen Alpha.
“Maekar…”
The way Baelor said his name sent a shiver down Maekar’s spine but he couldn’t look away, even one of Baelor’s cocks looked huge, nevermind two.
“You can take it, I know you can”. They were dragon’s, Maekar was designed to take them, designed to take him.
“Seven Hell’s”.
Overwhelm saturated Maekar’s mind as he watched as Baelor’s cocks lined up against his stomach once his brother crowded against him again.
“God’s, look at you, I can just imagine you round with child Maekar, you think so too Sweetling? My pup? Father would never marry you off then”.
A chuckle fell from the older man though Maekar just watched as Baelor wrapped a hand around one of his dicks, lining himself up with Maekar’s hole.
“I know you can take it”. Baelor repeated himself again before his cock slowly sank inside the Omega.
It was bigger than anything Maekar had felt before, anything that had been up there even if he had gotten creative sometimes, he couldn’t help the groan that ripped from his throat which he abruptly ceased when his teeth bit into his hand.
He wanted to scream his brother’s name so desperately but he also didn’t want to become the centre piece of attention— funny considering this was his party.
Thankfully, the Omega was loose enough from earlier that Maekar’s cunt sucked him in, squeezing around Baelor’s cock and pulling a groan from the older brother.
Made for him, yeah, Baelor could feel it now, the way Maekar’s cunt enveloped him, welcoming his cock so greedily, no doubt already waiting for the other.
The moment he bottomed out, he grabbed his other cock, already breaching Maekar’s hole.
“B-Baelor!” Maekar hiccuped out, unsure because the cock inside him already felt so big, almost too big that he felt it in his stomach and his thighs were shaking again, wrapped so tightly around Baelor’s middle.
“Hush, Sweetling, I’ve got you, told you that you can take it, didn't I?” Baelor reassured him and he leaned forward to press a kiss against Maekar’s lips as his second cock slowly but surely sank inside Maekar’s cunt with the other.
Maekar could feel the stretch then, the ache in his cunt as he took both cocks, but Baelor had told him he could take this, that he was made for it and Baelor was anything but a liar— to him anyway.
It felt like a million years passed in those few seconds before Maekar was stretched full of both of Baelor’s cocks, kissing at his cervix.
He couldn’t even believe himself, he could be so convinced this was just some sick and twisted dream if he didn’t feel so fucking real.
“Baelor”. The Omega whined as he felt his brother shift, the cocks moving inside him.
Then Baelor was moving and Maekar swore he saw stars.
A cry fell from his lips and this time he couldn’t stop it in time, Baelor’s hips had pulled back and fucked into him mercilessly, both of his dicks rearranging his insides and Maekar was just taking it so well.
Baelor’s hips snapped forward again and again, both of his thick cocks barrelling inside Maekar’s cunt, every single thrust was pulling a moan from the Omega’s lips despite his previous attempts to silence himself, apparently neither of them quite cared anymore, instead praying to the Seven that the crowd was too drunk to care about some peculiar noises.
Maekar’s hands suddenly shot out to grab hold of Baelor’s horns, the sudden grip on them made Baelor let out his own gasp, a curse following after.
“Shit—“. He groaned as his head was forced slightly forward by Maekar’s hold and yet he didn’t cease his thrusts, the sudden new stimulation was sending him into overdrive, every snap of his hips made slick squirt out of Maekar’s cunt, both cocks kissing his cervix each and everytime, the bittersweet pain made Maekar’s eyes roll back, his grip tightening around his brother’s horns.
“L-Lēkia”. He whined again though the word came out broken and pathetic, but Maekar could feel the build up of his orgasm, every single stroke causing the Omega’s cunt to flutter around Baelor’s dicks, a moan hiccuped out from him again just before before his pussy spasmed hard, clamping down on the two cocks inside him and he was coming so hard that he swore at that moment he could break Baelor’s horns right from his head if his hands hadn’t dropped back to his shoulders.
Like clockwork, Maekar’s orgasm had ripped Baelor’s own out of him, his brother’s pussy milking his cock for everything it was worth though he was smart enough to pull out before his knots could start to flare, much to his own disappointment but he’d already marked Maekar’s womb with his seed no doubt and that’s the only thing that mattered.