Joffron
"Daeron?" a tiny, nervous voice pipes up from next to his bed. With a groan, the alpha shifts over, carving out a little space on the mattress for Joffrey. a second later, tiny, chilly hands are wrapping themselves around his chest, and sharp, knobbly knees are poking into his legs. sleepily, Daeron cups his little waist with his hand, rubbing soothing circles onto the smooth, bare skin beneath his fingers.
"What's up with you?" he mumbles, voices low and gravelly with sleep. Joffrey just whines, nuzzling soft brown curls under his chin, soaking Daeron's scent into his skin.
"you're gonna be mad," his nephew whimpers, scent sickly with fear. Daeron's always found omegas, panicked pheromones so nauseous, so much sweetness packed into their scents to desperately calm their alpha rage. Knowing that Joffrey feels the need to calm him down with his sugary, syrupy scent, normally so spicy and fresh, sweet with a sharp edge that is so Joffrey, Daeron mutters gentle reassurances to his nephew's scalp.
"Never," he vows, pressing quick kisses between brown curls. "I could never be mad at you." Even in his worst moments, bratty and spoiled, Daeron finds the omega utterly charming. I must be the only man in the world, he thinks with some pride, who's always enthralled by him. Even Luke finds him grating at times, but not Daeron. Every loud laugh, every childish joke and prank, every bite he takes too far, they're all lovely and endearing to the alpha.
"Dad's gonna be mad," Joffrey amends, guilt dripping from every word. "really, really mad."
It takes effort to turn his tired body onto its side, but Daeron does, turning to face his omega nephew. "maybe," he concedes, leaning forwards to brush their noses together. "but we'll sort it out. I will always look out for you, won't I? Always looks after his Joff." His words are dark and possessive, but the brunette shivers happily, hesitantly brushing soft lips against his. it feels more intimate, somehow, more forbidden. he's had Joffrey over his desk a thousand times, fucked his throat until he was hoarse a thousand more, but they've never kissed. This is probably why because with Joffrey's hot little mouth on his, Daeron feels like he could never kiss anyone else. they won't lick into him the way Joffrey does, they won't let their plush, chapped lips fall open at the first teasing bite, won't gladly swallow down their slick, shared spit.
Slowly, Daeron pulls back, smiling at the way Joffrey chases his touch, even with his fine lashes fluttering over closed eyes. "I'm pregnant," Joffrey breathes, the words hanging in the still air of the bedroom.
Daeron's mind splinters into a thousand wicked little thoughts. "you're what?" he asks, breath hitching and voice unsteady, although his hand has already shifted to cup the still-flat skin of Joffrey's belly. "like- like with a child?"
The omega snorts a choked little giggle. "Yes, idiot. what did you think, with a fish?"
Daeron won't let Joffrey drag him into another silly little argument, but the omega's words are still swirling around his brain like a brand.
" Is-" he starts hesitantly, hopeful despite himself. "Is it m-?"
"Yes, yours." Joffrey cuts him off instantly, certainty clear in his voice. "I know it's yours. I- I can feel it ." he glances up, gazes skipping from Daeron's eyes to his lips, from his nose to the slight ringlets of messy hair that fall over his forehead. "Besides," the omega adds sheepishly. "I never slept with someone else, so it's got to be yours. it has to be."Joffrey's words are feverish, desperate.
"Mine," Daeron murmurs, thumb brushing gentle circles over the skin of Joffrey. "Are you sure?"
"I'm sure," his nephew promises, fine fingers coming to hold the hand that's petting his belly, squeezing tightly.
Do you want to keep the baby?
I fucking- I wanted to keep them. So badly, you've got no idea. I wanted to have your babies, be so full of your babies. our babies. fuck, I want- I want to have your babies in me all the time, I wanna be fucking fat with babies. I wanted you to breed me, so, so badly."
"fuck," Daeron groans, rolling onto his back and tugging Joffrey along with him. The omega is perched on his torso, cunt brushing against his bare chest true his panties. His cock is achingly hard, straining against the fabric of his pyjama bottoms. ,
Even with Joffrey's warm, comforting weight on top of him, his mind is racing far ahead, spelling out plans and schemes for him. for them. they'll need to tell their parents, of course, but not until they're sure Joffrey is pregnant. so he'll need to find a doctor, one that won't be weird about them being uncle and nephew. not that it's not normal for their Targaryen after all, but it's frowned upon. unless they get mated, and they just don't tell anyone the whole truth.
My mate, his alpha instincts growl happily, cutting through Daeron's panicked planning. my babies, my mate. my omega. the thought sinks in, slowly filtering through the haze that's descended over his thoughts.
"Be my mate," Daeron says. it's not a question, words are harsh and demanding.
"Yes!" his nephew gasps, eyes sparkling. joy gleams in them, excitement flooding his scent. "Yes, yes, please, Daeron, please! I wanna be your mate, please ."
Joffrey's lips are rosy, swollen, and stretched into a wide grin. Daeron surges up, pressing a feverish kiss to his perfect mouth. he wants to eat Joffrey up from the inside, wants to feel that sweet rush of love again. "Now," he begs, bruising fingertips squeezing at Joffrey's waist. "Let me have you now."
Joffrey squirms, eagerly bucking his hips over his uncle's chest. "yes, yes, yes!" He squeals, scrambling backwards and hands scrabbling at the front of Daeron's pyjamas greedily. He pulls out the man's hard cock, and Daeron hisses as thin, cool fingers run over the flushed skin of his painfully stiff shaft. Joffrey dances his little fingertips over the hot, velvet-soft skin, blunt nails pressing deliciously into the swollen head of his cock. "don't. tease." Daeron growls, pushing himself up onto his elbows to capture Joffrey's lips in a bruising kiss again.
His nephew says nothing, just gazing up at him with a lust-filled gaze, eyes two deep pools in the flushed red of his face. Suddenly, he bends down, licking a wet stripe up the underside of Daeron's cock. the older boy throws his head back, squirming and gasping. he's had his dick sucked before, of course. Nick Bracken, at that party they went to, and Brandon Tyrell behind the changing rooms that one time, not to mention Bethany Hightower. but the way Joffrey's soft tongue laps at his shaft, curling around the weeping head of his cock, feels more tender, more loving. Daeron feels oddly absurd, one hand buried firmly in his nephew's wild curls as Joffrey gives little kitten licks to the spongy tip of his cock, pulling back the skin with one hand as he suckles desperately, salty precum pooling on his tongue.
He rakes his gaze over the smooth curve of Joffrey's back as he hunches over to slurp at his uncle's cock. " fuck," Daeron moans, head tossed back in delirious pleasure. "Joff, Joff, fuck. feels so good." Joffrey is hollow-cheeked around him, warm, wet pressure encasing his cock. his eyes flick hungrily over Daeron's face, hunting for approval in his uncle's heavy gaze. "so fucking good, Joffrey." vibrations shoot through him as Joffrey moans happily around the thick shaft in his mouth, shivering at the praise."Enough," Daeron groans, finally finding the strength to pull Joffrey off his cock. "god, Joffrey, let me fuck you. please ."
His nephew sits up, sweaty brown curls bouncing around his face. He nods eagerly, taking off his panties and shuffling forwards to hover above Daeron's cock, precum dribbling from his slit and bubbling down the shaft. Daeron tentatively lifts his hands to Joffrey's crotch, fingers pulling his slick-soaked lips apart. The brunette's pussy is wet and glistening, slicked-up and flushed, his arousal dripping from his cunt. Joffrey slips forwards, rubbing Daeron's cock against his leaking hole, soft muscle against soft muscle.
This isn't sex, a gooey little voice hums. This is making love. Joffrey's gentle curves were soft beneath his hands. his breathy, needy moans as Daeron's cock threatens to slip into his cunt. his brown eyes watering with pleasured tears, legs trembling as he sinks, nestling his hot cunt flush against his uncle's lap. Daeron can't tear his eyes away from Joffrey's. Lavender purple meeting chocolate brown. His palms wrap tightly around Joffrey's hips, thumbing small circles over smooth skin. He bucks upwards, cock grazing gently against the warm, buttery muscle of Joffrey's pussy. they gasp together, rock together, hips brushing softly against each other.
There's no sound in the room aside from the wet slurping squelches of Joffrey's cunt, and their heady moans. If Daeron strains his ears, he can hear Aegon and Aemond down the hall shouting about something. But why would he listen to his brothers shouting, when Joffrey is above him, whimpering and mewling as he bounces in his lap, wet slaps echoing as he desperately fucks himself on his uncle's cock.
Daeron wants to kiss him, so he does, leaning up to slip his tongue between Joffrey's parted lips. He licks into the omega's mouth, hungrily chasing his nephew's sweet taste.
He leans forwards, desperate for more, but the brunette pulls back, fingers clutching at Daeron's shoulders. "mate me?" Joffrey pleads, eyes wide and beseeching. "Daeron, mate me?"
How can Daeron resist a demand like that? He leans down, peppering a dozen quick kisses to the dip of Joffrey's neck. The skin there is a little fleshier, a little more swollen than on the other side, and a little sign of the mating gland underneath. Daeron licks over it, tongue laving over the soft skin. he could pull back, see the little red mark on Joffrey's neck, but he'd rather sink his teeth into the firm muscle, feel the give of the gland beneath his canines, taste the sweet copper of Joffrey's blood in his mouth.
The bond between them snaps into place, a little thread winding around Daeron's neck like a collar and linking him to Joffrey. he's always going to be Joffrey's, always going to be his little nephew's alpha. Daeron crashes over the edge, teeth still buried in his mate's neck, sticky cum painting the inside of Joffrey's cunt a milky white. In the back of his mind, he can feel Joffrey's pleasure echoing in reply, slick juices splashing from his cunt over his thighs.
With a final, awkward, kiss to his mate's still-flat stomach, Daeron collapses backwards onto the bed, dragging Joffrey down with him. He's tired, and all he wants now is to feel his omega in his arms.
--
When they went downstairs the next morning, hands wound tightly together, Viserys and Daemon were waiting for them at the table. his elbows rest on the counter, face buried in his hands. "Daeron," he groans, a weary voice muffled by his palms. "sit." Joffrey shuffles awkwardly behind him, seemingly torn between wanting to be a good omega son and sit next to his father Daemon, and wanting to be Daeron's filthy, devoted little mate. he makes up his mind, clambering up into Daeron's lap and turning to Viserys with a half-defiant, half-guilty pout.
His father looks mortified, pointedly refusing to look at the way Joffrey's legs curl up to wrap around his son's waist. clearing his throat, he begins. "Daeron, what happened last night?"
The silence is tense, thick as a good marmalade.
step one of dealing with angry parents: deny all knowledge.
"What d'you mean?" he says, trying his hardest to keep his voice even.
Daemon's scent sours, anger clear in the way his pine-tree-and-fire scent turns musty, like a pillow left in the cupboard for too long. "what the fuck do you mean 'what does Viserys mean'? what he means is the fact you two stink of mating pheromones. And that you mated my son last night, that's what I mean!"
" Oh. that." Daeron hated the way Daemon got angry. his dad, when he got angry, you won't even know that he was angry, words flying at you hitting harder than even the fists that would follow. but when Daemon gets angry, he gets wild, and tries to punch the truth out of you, before hitting you with that look. Daeron's shoulders hunch with shame as Viserys scowls, his father's displeasure washing over him in waves.
Step two: tell the truth, but keep as much incriminating evidence to yourself.
"Joffrey and I were fucking-"
"Yeah, I could tell," Daemon interrupts with an angry voice.
"We were fucking, and- and then we got to kissing, and-"
His father's face twists strangely, confusion overlaying any other scent in the room. "and what?" he laughs, voice light. "Why would you do that in the first place?"
Because we love each other
What you are telling me is that you love your nephew. So you decide to mate him because you are in love?
Yes, an-
Fucking hell Viserys. He is lying. They had been having sex for a while. I know that better than anyone else when somebody is having sex. They are not in love, they are fuck buddies or something.
Step three: tell the real truth, and beg for mercy.
I'm not lying. Yes, we were fuck buddies but I do love your son
"Um." Joffrey's face is buried in his shirt, freshly washed curls tickling beneath his chin. his omega smells so sweet, so adoring, so full of his pups. God, Daeron loves this boy. He has to say it. he promised Joffrey he'd sort it out for him, he swore to his mate that he'd handle it.
"I'm pregnant." Joffrey's words are muffled by Daeron's chest, warm little whispers that puff against his skin. "The baby is Daeron's."
" Oh. oh, you're- you're preg- ah. okay." Viserys stutters his way through a few shocked moments, gaping openly at the two of them.
You got my son pregnant !!!!
Joffrey turns around coyly, fake tears watering in his eyes. "Father, are you mad?" he whimpers, blinking earnestly at Daemon. The little gremlin knows exactly what he's doing." Daeron thinks with a proud smile.
No one in their family can stay mad at Joffrey when he whips out that phrase, each one of them melting into forgiveness at the first flutter of curved lashes.
"Of course, I'm not mad at you," Daemon hushes, right on cue. "Well, I am a little bit. but, I know, It's my fault. I should've paid more attention to whether you were safe here and were using the right birth control when you had sex. "He said while glaring at Daeron.
You are not entitled to talk about this brother. Remember you got my daughter pregnant?
Daemon sighs, seemingly giving in. "I guess I need to hand my son to you nephew, don't I? fuck, I was sure you were gonna end up with Addam Valeryon."
Joffrey glances up at him, with a shy smile but looks so fucking pleased with himself. the omega is a downright brat, but he's Daeron's mate, and he fucking loves him, so who cares?
--
As Joffrey's new mate, it's his job to make sure that the whole change goes as smoothly as it can. Daeron's the one who calls the school, letting them know that Joffrey's mated and bred now, so he won't be back in, can he have whatever stuff's left in his locker and his certificate of omega education, please thank you. he's the one who phones the doctor, asking when would be the best time to bring in his mate, yes, he's pregnant, yes, it's their first time, and yes, they're excited.
They still live within keeping. Why would they leave the keep, when there's a new pup on the way? Joffrey craves his siblings' scents, steals Jace's and Luke's hoodies, Baela and Rhaena's dresses and makes off with Aegon iii and Viserys ii shirts, adding them to the ever-growing pile of Daeron's clothes that make up his nest.
The days trip by, each week bringing a new little sunspot of joy.
at eight weeks, they have their first doctor's appointment, beaming like fools the whole time. Daeron's certain that the world-weary doctor and chipper, middle-aged midwife have seen a thousand couples come through, each as excited as they are. but it's different for us, he tells himself. Surely, out of everyone in the world, we love each other the most.
At eighteen weeks, the pup starts to kick. their tiny feet pummel relentlessly at the curve of Joffrey's belly, restless little punches aimed against their mama. Daeron curls into his mate's side each night, humming careless tunes to their baby until they calm, lulled into sleep by their father's low, honeyed voice.
At twenty-two weeks, Daeron becomes obsessed with Joffrey's pregnant tummy, hands constantly pawing at the swell of his stomach. he loves to run his hands over the taut skin, feeling their pup wriggle away inside. He crowds in behind his mate whenever they're stood together, alpha instincts demanding that he stand behind his mate, showing him off, yet keeping him safe, tucked away into Daeron's tight embrace.
At thirty-four weeks, Joffrey looks ready to explode, dark circles ringing his exhausted eyes. He can barely drum up the effort to move, instead choosing to let Daeron run all over the castle, fetching anything he'd like, and, when he's done, collapsing by his feet to rub soothing circles on his thighs. The alpha hardly minds, too caught up in hazy, heady adoration for his mate. He'd make a thousand-midnight trip to McDonald's for a coke, because "ones from the machine just taste better, Daeron", if that's what his Joff wants then that is what he gets.
At forty weeks, their twins are born, a boy and a girl. They are beautiful, and they call her Rhaegar and Alysanna Targaryen. Joffrey lies on the hospital bed, exhausted but grinning so wide it crinkles his eyes and stares up at Daeron with so much adoration that he can't thank his alpha enough for giving him the pups he wanted.
(the years ahead will have the same sort of unravelling, boundless happiness. In a year, Daeron will pick up racing again, and he'll get big, and he'll start doing music properly, and he'll get even bigger. in a few years, they'll get married, and Joffrey will look achingly beautiful in his tight, white dress, fine lace draped over his eyes, and Daeron will sob the whole time, and Addam will shoot him a jealous look, but he won't be able to stop smiling. a few years after that, they'll move to the seaside, just because Joffrey wants to, and Daeron can't resist doing anything to make him happy, and they'll have a neat penthouse with more than enough room for the 12 of them (10 children+ 2 parents) and barely an inch more, and they'll relish in it. life will be good.)