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Lucerys held himself very still and tried to strain his ears to listen for any movement in the trees - a twig snapping, or a leaf rustling. He knew he wasn't alone. He could smell that sweet musk on the air and he knew that Aemond was dangerously close, and that meant that Lucerys was very, very close to death.
Although, Lucerys couldn't say that he really expected this to go any other way.
He had been confused as to why they had all been summoned to King's Landing so suddenly, but their mother had seemed to believe there was a sense of urgency and so no one had argued with her. They had arrived and Lucerys and his brother had thought it all so hilarious - Queen Alicent had decided that, instead of simply arranging a marriage or holding a tournament, Aemond, as her only omega son, would follow the traditions of the Faith when it came to finding him a match.
Said tradition being a mating hunt: releasing an omega in heat into the woods to nest, and then releasing a pack of alphas to hunt them down. It was how the Faith decided which alphas were worthy of having a mate (while simultaneously reducing an omega to little more than a vessel to carry pups).
Only an alpha who can embody the Father is worthy of claiming an omega, or so the Queen had informed stiffly them. He and Jace had found it all so laughable - the idea of Aemond trapped in the Godswood, writhing and mewling, while alphas fought to mount him - and yet, it seemed that, thus far, there was no alpha in King's Landing, whether lord or knight, who had managed it. Their mother had quietly informed them later that, so far, nearly every young alpha lord, as well as all the willing alpha knights had entered the Godswood over the last year during their uncle's heat cycles, only to come back beaten and bleeding for the trouble. Now, there was no alpha left who dared to take up the challenge of entering into the Godswood to try and claim a feral omega. Apparently, Queen Alicent thought perhaps that an alpha with dragon blood would have more success.
The brothers hadn't been laughing once they realized that they had flown all the way to King's Landing to try and claim their uncle.
All of Luke's hopes had been on his brother, but Jacaerys had returned only after a few hours with a broken nose and a wounded pride, hissing and spitting about a crazed cunt of an omega. Lucerys had been sent in right after. He hadn't thought he would last much longer than his brother. It would have been over much sooner if Lucerys had been brave enough to seek his uncle out on his own, take his beating, and then retreat with (hopefully) all his limbs intact. But he was not so brave. Instead, he resolved to avoid his uncle at all costs. He thought maybe if he made himself scarce, Aemond would leave him be and, after a few hours, Lucerys could go back and claim that he couldn't find his uncle at all.
Alas, the second Aemond caught his scent it became very clear that he did not intend to leave him be. While the proper thing would have been an alpha hunting an omega, it seemed their uncle hadn't liked that idea, and had taken it upon himself to be the hunter in this game. A particularly brutal one at that. Lucerys had been running and hiding since he'd entered the Godswood at noon. Now, the sun was beginning to set and Aemond had yet to successfully ambush him.
Lucerys quickly realized that Aemond had turned the Godswood into a battleground, one that he had a significant advantage on. His uncle had laid several clever traps, both on the ground and in the trees. Lucerys had gotten lucky the first few times, barely managing not to get caught in a rope of vines that would leave him hanging in a tree, or side stepping a patch of sharpened sticks hidden by fallen leaves. After he'd tripped a net of rocks that tumbled down on him, Lucerys had started moving carefully as he dared through the trees.
Because, along with avoiding the traps, Lucerys needed to also avoid a direct confrontation with a feral Aemond.
His uncle was not making it easy; the first hour or so had been quiet as Lucerys stumbled along, tripping traps, but then Aemond had leapt at him from a tree branch and tackled them both to the ground, ripping and clawing and biting. Lucerys had been so scared all his carefully prepared strategy had flown from his head and he'd been left to flail, hoping to catch a lucky hit.
He'd only gotten away because, as feral and angry as Aemond was, he was still an omega in heat, and Lucerys was still an alpha. Aemond had slammed him down on his back and straddled him, pinning him on the ground so he could rain blows down on Luke's head, but - in a moment of sheer panic - he'd bucked his hips up to try as displace his uncle or throw him off balance.
The fight drained out of him as Luke's hips collided with his backside, and for one brief second, Aemond went limp, his hips rolling down to try and chase the sensation on sheer instinct. By the time Aemond's senses came back to him, his cheeks turning bright red when he realized what he'd done, Lucerys had decided he was far too outmatched. He used the distraction to roll them, throwing Aemond into the dirt while he scrambled to his feet and began running for his life.
Aemond hadn't chased him immediately. He most likely needed to get himself together, but Lucerys knew that it was only a matter of time before his uncle cornered him again.
The day had continued like that: Lucerys trying desperately to avoid traps and keep low and Aemond stalking him through the trees, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Three scuffles Lucerys had managed to survive so far, all due to sheer, stupid luck. If Aemond hadn't been in heat, he was sure he would be dead by now.
He was, bracing himself for another ambush, doing his best to stay quiet and hidden, and form a plan that would actually work.
Luke decided that his best course of action was to find Aemond's nest. A direct fight with Aemond was not an option - Lucerys wasn't a fighter and if Jacaerys had been beaten, there was certainly no hope for him. But if he could manage to find the omega's nest, then maybe he could manage to ambush Aemond instead and catch him with his guard down; he needed every advantage he could possibly get.
The problem was, Luke had no idea where the nest was. He had searched the Godswood up and down - there was nothing on the ground and nothing (that he could see) in the trees. And now it seemed that Aemond had realized that he had no intention of trying to chase him into one of his carefully laid traps, and had resumed hunting down Luke himself.
Luke was picking up on that sweet musk more and more, which meant that Aemond was closing in on him. He could be poised to strike even as Lucerys crouched behind the trees. He needed to find that nest soon or he would be forced to take his beating and hope that Aemond left him with enough blood in his body to drag himself back to the Keep.
There was also the very slim chance that, if Aemond caught him, he'd be thrown to the ground for a completely different reason, but Luke didn't think that was very likely at all.
Luckily, he was able to realize that, while Aemond seemed inconsistent and nearly random with his attacks, it was very clear that the omega was herding him away from one specific corner of the Godswood. Luke thought that made it very obvious that his nest was in that area and so he'd carefully picked his way back into that general area, hoping to escape unnoticed for as long as possible.
Somewhere nearby, a twig snapped and there was no more time to think.
Lucerys launched into action and started running. There was always a chance it was a deer or a bird, or something that wasn't a feral omega, but Luke was absolutely not going to take that chance. And soon enough, he felt justified in his decision when he heard the telltale whisper of an additional pair of footsteps matching his own.
Aemond had found him and Lucerys needed to lose him quick or it was game over.
Soon, Luke found himself running along the outer wall that sealed the Godswood off from the rest of the Keep and he didn't think that it was possible for the nest to be this close to the wall. So, he simply focused on trying to keep breathing so that he didn't have to focus on the burning in his thighs.
Aemond was quick, no one could deny that, but Luke had a significant advantage with two eyes.
The omega simply wasn't able to keep up with him in terms of speed, not in the woods with so many layers of trees. He heard Aemond's footsteps slow and skid when he had to suddenly change direction because he'd miscalculated his distance from the nearest tree. So, Luke aggressively changed direction as quickly and sharply as he could.
As he approached a circle of short trees with long, droopy branches, Luke realized that his chest was on fire. He had to stop before he collapsed. And that was when he realized that he couldn't hear Aemond's footsteps behind him anymore. Not daring to believe that he had successfully lost the omega, Luke dove under the shelter of the stout trees, shoving himself inbetween the tighter set of trunks, not bothering to cover his tracks. He didn't have the luxury of being careful.
Eventually, Luke twisted and wormed him way between the trees that were pressed up against the stone of the wall. There were old, crumbling benches that were barely recognizable and long creeping vines that crawled up every surface whether it was bark or stone.
Just when Luke was beginning to think that he would have a moment to catch his breath, there was the telltale noise of Aemond's light but frantic footsteps on the leaves. By sheer luck, when Luke backed himself up against the wall, his hand slipped into a deep crack in the stone, forcing him to see where some of the vine had been stripped away to form a curtain which served as camoflage to a little nook in the stone.
It didn't look very big, but it would serve to hide him well enough (he hoped) until Aemond passed by.
Without much choice, Luke sucked in a breath and dove under the vine, shifting and shimmying back and forth until he managed to squeeze his way into the cleft. If he were only a few inches taller, or just the slightest bit wider in the shoulders, he wouldn't have fit. Once inside he held very, very still, somewhat thankful for the rock walls pressing into his chest and preventing him from panting loudly like an animal.
Luke waited for what felt like an eternity and then, silent as an arrow, Aemond came into view between the empty gaps between the vines. While it was true that it had been many, many years since he last saw his uncle, Luke couldn't help but to remark - silently and to himself - that the omega looked like shit.
Which, he supposed was only fair given that he'd been trapped out in the Godswood for who knew how many days now. His hair was waspish, loose but frizzed and wild, with bits of leaves and twigs peaking out from the strands. He wore a simple tunic that was loose and left the entirety of his neck bare, along with a simple, dark pair of braies. His feet were dirty, not as filthy as Luke would have expected, but he could see dried blood mixed with the streaks of brown.
His lack of dress was almost offensive, but not because of propriety; it was more than likely that Aemond had been forced out into the Godswood in such a state - not that he'd chosen it. A lack of clothing would have been a strategic advantage purposefully given to the alphas that had been chasing him down. Meanwhile, Aemond, no doubt, had been forced to wound them through, at the very least, padded armor.
It infuriated him that Aemond wasn't given the same basic decency, but it also made a ball of warmth bloom in Luke's chest when he remembered that the so-called advantage hadn't helped any of them in the end.
(It wasn't going to help Luke either).
Aemond's neck was turning furiously to try and expand his limited field of vision to its maximum. He was sniffing the air in an agitated state and it made Luke realize two things; the first was that Aemond could smell him and that was bad - the second thing was that Luke had to be close to Aemond's nest.
The omega was clearly distraught that Luke had made it past him into this area, and from the unusual way his uncle was breathing through his teeth and his eye was wide as it searched the trees and his neck twisted and turned (looking more dragonlike than Lucerys had ever seen), Luke knew he was nervous.
Maybe even afraid.
Luke knew that it didn't matter. He was jammed into a wall with nowhere to go and Aemond was obviously going to be able to follow his scent trail right to his hiding spot. Once he did, Aemond would pry him out like a fisherman pried a pearl from the shell and then crush him between his fingers for daring to try and hide in the first place.
And then it was like the gods were trying to favor him.
As Aemond warily approached his hiding spot, his nose flared and his stance languid and dangerous, there was a loud crack as a twig broke in the distance. It was a loud enough of a noise that Luke was surpised there was an animal large enough to make it. But then Aemond's head snapped towards the sound, his attention narrowed to something that wasn't Luke's hiding spot and he sprinted towards it.
After a few moments in which Luke anxiously waited - convinced that Aemond would be back any second, ripping away the curtain of vines and clawing his face until he bled - he realized that his hand was grasping at an opening on the other side of the cleft. And then he noticed that he wasn't pushed into the rock nearly as deep as he thought.
For a reason that Luke couldn't begin to fathom, the wall here was hollow.
It took more wiggling, and he scraped his cheek painfully against the rock until he could feel the blood, but Luke was able to squeeze himself into what looked to be a short, stocky tunnel. It smelled old and damp. It smelled like a place he shouldn't be. But then, Luke caught the hint of sweet musk and he found it almost impossible to believe.
Cautiously, just in case he was walking into tan ambush, Luke crept along the dark tunnel, relying on his sense of touch to lead him through, following that sweet scent that he had recently begun to associate with his uncle.
Soon enough, Luke saw light.
It wasn't much, but in the inky blackness the dull light nearly made his head throb. It came from a slit in the top of the tunnel that looked to be covered in a blanket of vines. And then, that sweet smell rose until he was dizzy with it.
Tucked into an alcove of crumbled rock was a nest. By the smell, it was Aemond's.
It was fascinating really. There were piles and piles of blankets and pillows, some old some new, a few dresses and tunics, and a little pile of…treasures was the only word he thought was appropriate, shoved into little nooks in the rock, all up the alcove.
Luke saw belts and buckles, chains and buttons, even the torn ruffle of a sleeve and a shredded boot. He wanted to giggle furiously when he realized, after seeing the sheath of Jace's dagger, that they were all trophies. His uncle had beaten alphas and stripped them of a trophy to keep around his nest.
Just as Lucerys began to wonder if he had something on him that would serve as an appropriate trophy, he was reminded that he needed a plan. He could lay himself out in Aemond's nest like an offering and hope for mercy, but more than likely the omega would just strangle him.
Before he had the chance to really think of a plan, there was noise from above. For only a moment, Luke froze. And then, realizing that he needed to hide, he sprinted away to hide in the darkness. There wasn't really anywhere else for him to go, so he simply retreated until the halo of light from outside was nothing more than a tiny shape.
He squinted as best he could, trying to see what was coming through the top. Surely enough, the vines lifted away, momentarily letting in a significant amout of light before Aemond slipped his way through, dangling for a moment and then dropping lightly to the ground. If Luke hadn't had his eyes locked onto him, he doubted that he would have heard it at all.
The omega stayed crouched on the ground for a few long moments, probably straining his ears to see if there had been an intruder in his space. His head jerked side to side and there was the sound of furious sniffing. Luke refused to close his eyes, lest he open them and find that Aemond had vanished, but he held his breath, hoping that whatever whiff of his scent that Aemond caught would evaporate, or at the very least be hidden under the old musk of the stones.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Aemond stood, seeming more relaxed, if only a little wary. Luke watched as the omega shook his head irritiably, scrubbing his hands over his face as if to shake away some sort of lingering sensation or thought. It was most likely both. Then, after another cautious look around, his uncle crept forward into his nest, and then after another long moment, he dropped and began bedding down.
Luke listened to the sounds of his uncle readjusting his nest, no doubt rearranging the blankets and his trinkets into something that pleased him. Then, silence fell except for Luke's shaky breathing and Aemond's much softer breathing.
And Lucerys realized that he still didn't have a plan.
The only thing he really thought he could do was pounce on Aemond and hope that the element of surprise would give him all the advantage he would need. Because there was little doubt in his mind that Aemond would just submit to him. No, if given the chance, his uncle would beat his head into the ground and happily let him rot inside these walls, never to be found again.
All Luke would have to do is land a bite on his neck. Nothing more. He wasn't very confident that he would succeed.
Lucerys stayed hidden where he was in the shadows and tried to come up with something concrete, but he found the air getting thicker and sweeter as the time went on and it made it hard to think.
Then, he heard a soft little whimper and his head perked up.
He stayed quiet, holding his breath and straining his ears. Just when Luke was thinking that he'd just imagined the noise, there came another sound. A breathy moan, much louder than the whimper had been.
Lucerys crept forward, craning his head to try and get a glimpse of the omega's nest. The little bit of light that had filtered in from above was fading fast as the sun set. It was getting hard to see much more than a shifting shadow in the nest, and so it took Luke a long moment to realize exactly what he was looking at. Well, it was more of a smell.
Aemond's silhouette was rocking back and forth in his nest, letting out sharp little whines and breathier moans and it suddenly occurred to Luke that, while this entire day had, so far, only reminded Lucerys that his uncle was a dangerous man, he was also in heat. It made sense, he supposed, that the…urges would get stronger at night, once his energy was spent and he was exhausted from chasing an alpha away from his nest for hours on end.
It made sense that he would be…touching himself to relieve some of the heat.
Lucerys thought if he could play it smart then it was possible he could get out of this alive. His first urge, despite the sweet, tantalizing smell invading his brain, was to flee. Aemond was clearly too distracted to do much of anything now, much less chase after him. It would mean spending the night in the Godswood, or even slink back to the Keep, but it would also give him time to form a real plan and prepare his own counter attack. It would give him a fighting chance come morning.
On the other hand, the animal part of his brain reminded him, Aemond's defenses were down now. He could take his shot now. He could hope that the heat was too strong and that the scent of an alpha would calm him into submission rather than agitate him into attacking. If it were any other omega, Luke would feel confident in approaching; offering his scent as a balm to soothe and comfort. But this was Aemond. Maybe his uncle would have rolled on his back if there was another alpha instead of Lucerys. But the simple fact that it was Lucerys would make Aemond fight, no matter what.
The question was: did Lucerys think he could overpower Aemond when it came to it? The answer was no. But he did think that if there was a time in which he would survive a beating from his uncle, it was when he was half paralyzed from heat.
It took much longer than it should have for Lucerys to work himself up into actually trying to approach the omega. The air was thick with the heat-sick scent, and it was hard to resist, but the anxiety in Lucerys's stomach made him hesitate. Eventually, he worked himself out of his boots and his outer clothes. He didn't dare approach naked. Best case scenario meant that Lucerys would land a bite and be able to flee with some of his dignity. Worst case scenario…well, he didn't want to be naked for the worst case scenario.
The tunnel was completely dark by now and the only thing that served to guide Lucerys to the nest was the smell of slick and the soft whines and the subtle movement in the dark.
Lucerys launched himself into the nest before he could rethink how stupid this plan was.
Just as he thought, Aemond did not submit. The idea that somehow the heat would cripple his uncle and make him weaker was foolish. In fact, the only thing that it managed to do was knock Luke on his ass. Suddenly the slick scent was all around him and Lucerys was stunned by it, his mind going blank with overload, which unfortunately gave Aemond all the time he needed to react. Within seconds, Lucerys found himself pinned on his back with Aemond looming over him.
He expected Aemond to curse at him, screech or hiss, maybe even try to claw one of his eyes out. There was only the faintest hint of light coming from above, which made it hard to see his uncles expression. Lucerys realized he was terribly helpless; the omega was sitting on top of him and pinning his arms down firmly at the elbows. He couldn't move even if he wanted to and Aemond's face was close, so close that Lucerys could feel the vibration of his growling against his cheeks.
Then, just as Lucerys was squeezing his eyes shut in preparation for whatever attack Aemond was no doubt going to unleash upon him, there was a sharp sniff and he realized, still a bit fearfully, that his uncle was smelling him. It was an agitated gesture; a series of quick sniffs as Aemond tilted his face over Lucerys's, first nosing at his cheek, then up to his hair, and finally down to his neck. He tried his best to keep his breathing calm as he waited, tense, for the inevitable. But instead of the sharp stab of pain from teeth, Luke felt the slightest sensation of something warm and wet dabbing at his cheek.
Aemond was…tasting him.
They weren't quite licks. Just inquisitive little brushes of his tongue, as if the omega were trying to decide if he liked the taste of salt and fear on Luke's face. The simple fact that he hadn't been mauled yet made him brave.
"Qybor?" he asked softly, not daring to raise his voice too loud. He tilted his face up, trying to get a better look at the expression on his uncle's face, hoping to get a read on him.
Then, the omega snarled low in his throat and Lucerys was quick to turn his head back to the side, showing off his neck in submission. His uncle still rumbled in displeasure, but Lucerys thought that, if he stayed like that, maybe Aemond wouldn't tear him apart.
He felt himself flush; it wasn't that he was being forced to show submission to an omega - he thought everyone realized Aemond of all people would be an exception - but more that he was too comfortable showing submission. He was an alpha, he was supposed to have instincts that made him want to show dominance and have control. But Lucerys had never really been much of an alpha when it came to that sort of thing, and he found that he didn't mind too terribly much from where he was, pinned down by a feral omega in his nest. If it hadn't been his uncle, the man who had every reason to want him dead, Lucerys thought he would find the whole thing quite pleasant.
Aemond was nosing at his neck now, still sniffing and tasting with the tip of his tongue, and Lucerys wondered briefly if his uncle was going to bite him. It would be humiliating and Jacaerys would never let him live it down if Luke came back with a bite on his neck instead of bruises and a broken nose. He tried to shift, moving his legs and shifting his hips to try and see if there was any leverage to be had, in case he had to try and make a quick escape.
Of course, the shifting only served to agitate the omega above him. Or, so he thought, right until he felt his uncle's hips rolling down to grind against him.
Aemond let out a breathy little whine into his ear and Lucerys felt his entire body flush and tingle as he reacted to the noise. He only then realized he was hard, and had probably been the entire time. He felt his limbs twitch with the sudden urge to try and escape the omega's grip. Not to run, he realized, but to try and flip them, to try and take control. Lucerys didn't think he was that foolish, though, not yet.
He stayed perfectly still, biting at his lip to keep in any sound his throat wanted to make, as Aemond's feral mind seemed to decide that Lucerys could serve a purpose.
The omega's hips were rolling down, rhythmically, seeking release from the heat no doubt ravaging him. It suddenly became much harder to keep quiet when Luke felt his trousers growing damp with slick and the whines in his ear grew more desperate. Then, the rocking in his lap sped up, and Aemond was loudly groaning into his neck, a noise of sheer relief as his body drew taunt.
Lucerys whined pitifully when the wetness between them grew.
"Shut up," Aemond grumbled at him without any real heat. Lucerys clamped his mouth shut. If his uncle had regained his senses enough to speak, then surely he would have also gained the sense to start beating him into a pulp, too. They stayed in that odd sort of limbo for a long while; Aemond breathing hard on top of him, his nose occasionally dragging over Luke's neck, while the alpha laid carefully still, the scent of sated omega making his head buzz pleasantly.
Once the heat started to creep back in and Aemond started to rock against him again, almost subconsciously, the alpha decided it was time to at least try.
Lucerys twisted slowly, carefully working his arms out from where Aemond had them pinned. Although he couldn't see, he could feel his uncle's careful attention as he moved. The omega was allowing it, but it was clear that if Luke made the wrong move, he would catch hell for it. He moved oh, so carefully. He waited until Aemond was grinding against him a little more forcefully, and then he shifted his hands down between them.
Immediately, there was a growl right on his cheek, the threat of teeth right behind it. Lucerys turned his chin to his shoulder, letting the omega feel his submission. That was the problem with all those other alphas that his uncle had rejected, he realized. They were foolish, trying to show dominance over someone like Aemond. He was the sort of person that liked submission from others. Sure, up until that point, Lucerys had just imagined that his uncle liked beating people into submission, laying out knights and cocky lords into the dirt with his sword. But now, he thought that maybe the secret to getting the omega to accept an alpha was all about submission too.
Aemond's teeth clamped over the skin on his neck and Lucerys winced, thinking that he might have made a grave mistake, but the teeth were only testing, almost teasing. There was no real power behind the bite.
Lucerys thought that reaction proved his theory. He let his hands drift between them, lower, until he could touch the top of his waistband. He anticipated the snarl that the omega let out, his teeth tightening around his neck in warning. He could feel the heat of the inside of Aemond's thighs against his knuckles, but he didn't try to touch. He only pushed down on his pants, painfully slow, just enough so that his cock could slip out.
Aemond was tense above him, a steady rumbling in his chest. Just as carefully, Lucerys pulled his hands back up into their original position next to his ears. The teeth on his neck loosened ever so slightly. He could feel the uncertainty radiating off the omega.
"I-If you w-want," Lucerys stuttered out, flushing when he realized how pathetic he sounded. He was happy that it was dark enough that Aemond wouldn't be able to notice. He hoped he was right about this being what the omega wanted, because if it wasn't, he was sure the humiliation would kill him once his uncle told everyone how pitiful and weak Lucerys had been, offering his cock like a token offered in a tournament.
Again, there was a long pause.
Aemond seemed almost irritated with his cock. He could feel his uncle lift his head and inspect his face, like he could see any sort of deception. He was sniffing again, too, short little snuffles, while his hips rocked against his newly exposed flesh experimentally. Like he was trying to determine if it was something he even wanted. Lucerys waited as patiently as he could, focusing all his strength on staying still and biting down the pleased little noises that were building in his throat.
Then, finally, Aemond made his choice.
The omega pulled back from where he'd been draped over Lucerys's chest and his hips briefly lifted off of his. The alpha felt a bolt of panic, thinking that he'd made a mistake and that Aemond was going to flee. Then, he realized, through the slow shifting of Aemond's thighs, that the omega was carefully lowering his braies. Lucerys stayed very, very still.
He didn't realize that he'd been holding his breath until Aemond lowered himself back down. The feeling of the sheer wet heat of the omega's folds punched the air out of him. He wasn't sure if it was a moan or a whimper, but his uncle froze on top of him.
His hands reached out, like he was going to try and touch him, but Lucerys was quick to snatch them back, lest he ruin everything. He cradled his hands to his chest, letting his fingers grip his shirt instead.
Aemond was grumbling again, agitated and restless, but he didn't move off of him.
"P-please?" Luke whimpered, not caring if he sounded pathetic. "I-I won't - I mean, I'll stay - I won't move -"
He clamped his mouth shut before he got himself into trouble. He waited, breathing in harshly through his nose, hoping.
Then, after he stopped squirming, the omega started rocking again, dragging his folds over Luke's cock, the slide made all the easier by the slick freely pooling between them. It continued like that, Lucerys biting down on the whine trying to come out of his mouth while Aemond panted and worked himself into a near frenzy.
Lucerys wasn't sure if it was just how wet everything was, or if Aemond had tilted his hips just a little too far, but suddenly he felt a burning heat wrap around his core as his cock managed to dip into the omega. It was a sudden reaction for the both of them: the whine Luke had been biting down on finally burst out of him and Aemond let out a groan that sounded more like exhausted relief than pleasure. His hips thrust upwards just as his uncle's rolled down until they were pressed flush against each other.
They both seemed to freeze, Lucerys panting loudly as he held his hips still, fighting every urge he had to drive up into that heat, while Aemond shifted experimentally, sighing at each new sensation. Just as the feeling was becoming too strong to fight, the omega lifted his hips, as if to separate them, but just when Lucerys was ready to beg, Aemond dropped back down.
Things happened quickly after that.
Aemond's hands planted themselves around his collarbone, like he was resisting the urge to strangle the alpha, and his hips moved up and down in a jerky motion. His uncle didn't move slow. The rocking of his hips became quicker, harsher. And the noises he made; it was like he had forgotten that Lucerys was there at all, and if he did, he suddenly didn't seem to care about making undignified noises.
Lucerys couldn't say he was much better.
Suddenly, there was a shift as he felt his knot start to swell. Aemond caught it, once, and it seemed to startle him. Lucerys was afraid that it was over because there was no way that he thought his uncle was so far gone that he would take a knot. But then the omega let out a pitiful, desperate whine that Luke was sure couldn't have come from Aemond and he was shoving himself down.
Once he realized that the omega was going to try and take his knot, Lucerys couldn't help but to lose himself, consequences be damned.
He shot up, wrapping his arms tight around his uncle, and before he could gain his senses enough to start clawing at him, he rolled the omega flat on his back, driving forward into his body with just as much force as Aemond had been. Just as he expected, Aemond's fingers immediately shot up to his neck, squeezing and clawing. Lucerys surprised them both by letting out a growl, something deep and terrifying, a noise he didn't think himself capable of making. He wasn't sure if it was the growl or the savage way his hips started thrusting, but Aemond suddenly let out a choked noise and went limp under him.
And then, Lucerys felt the telltale thrumming in his lower belly and his knot was swelling rapidly. He was the one rumbling then, almost daring Aemond to try and ruin it, while the omega was gasping with each catch of the knot. Lucerys couldn't have explained how he knew when the right time was, but once he decided to shove his knot in, it swelled enough that the two of them were tied. He was vaguely aware of the pitiful, grateful moan he let out when he finally came, but then all the tension of the day was suddenly draining away and he was little more than a puddle between the omega's thighs.
He thought, if Aemond were going to rip his head off, or claim one of his eyes, then this was how he wanted it to happen. After his senses started to come back to him, Lucerys found it curious that his uncle wasn't trying to, at the very least, strangle him.
He wished there was just a hint of light left so that he could see Aemond's expression, but there wasn't. The only thing that gave him a hint of his uncle's mood was a soft rumble that left him with each exhale. Whether he was feeling brave or stupid, Lucerys didn't know, but he leaned forward to try and nose at Aemond's face, just to try and gauge his reaction.
When his cheek brushed against warm skin, his uncle let out a whimper, sounding almost dazed and lost. The omega was completely limp under him. The warm, heat-sick smell that had been radiating off of him had dissipated, leaving his skin smelling of warmth and dirt and forest. It was a smell that made Lucerys lean forward to try and scent. He rubbed his face, his hair, over his uncle's skin; he wanted that smell to linger on him for days.
Then, he realized that Aemond's head was tipped back and his throat was completely open. Lucerys's teeth ached with the urge to bite. That was why Lucerys had been let loose in the Godswood in the first place, after all: Aemond needed to be claimed. Otherwise, none of this would matter and Lucerys would have done nothing but dishonor his uncle.
Yet, when Lucerys leaned into Aemond's neck and set his teeth against his skin, he found that he couldn't do it. Even when the omega in Aemond seemed content enough to accept it, moaning pitifully and turning his head more to show off more of his neck, Luke found he couldn't do it.
Aemond wasn't the sort of person who wanted an alpha, that was clear from the sheer amount of effort the omega had put into protecting himself. He had been fighting against his own nature and against every single alpha in the Red Keep. He had physically beaten down every arrogant lord and knight who thought they could claim a prince, a Targaryen, simply by mounting him. And Aemond hadn't even been given any dignity in it; he was left half naked to forage in the Godswood while alphas, some over twice his age, chased him through the trees, aiming to get him scared and overwhelmed.
And, for what?
There were plenty of matches that were made through simple negotiation or planning or meeting and falling in love, but Aemond wasn't given any of those options. Instead, he was a prince reduced to little more than an animal to be hunted by his lessers.
There was certainly a part of Lucerys that felt silly for such thoughts; he'd been the one to finally outsmart his uncle and had appealed to the omega. But even then, what had Lucerys done? He hadn't been able to fight his uncle honorably, so he'd gone and ambushed him like a coward. He was sure the only reason they'd ended up like this was because Aemond was tired and, for once, he'd been given the option of making the choice himself.
That didn't make Lucerys worthy though, did it?
Lucerys had gotten lucky, and it didn't feel fair.
Once his knot shrank enough to pull away, Luke was surprised when Aemond whined, snaking out his arms to try and pull him closer. He allowed it simply because he couldn't convince himself to flee yet. He wanted to enjoy the soft little creature that his uncle had become. He let his instincts drive him, pushing and prodding until Aemond was curled up tightly in his nest, only nipping once or twice when the omega had tried to claw at him. Once he was wrapped up tightly in his blankets and his breath evened out, Lucerys felt confident in slipping out of the nest unnoticed.
Before he left to slink his way back to the Keep he dropped his doublet into the nest, making sure that his uncle had a trophy to prove he'd beaten Lucerys too.