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Hands on Daemon's body woke him up that night, immediately reaching for his sword. It was an instinct by now. Everything here had been hard to understand, frustrating and frightening all at once. He found himself more on edge, but a familiar laugh had his hand relaxing a bit.
When he placed whose voice it was, he nearly reached for it again. He looked down between his thighs where someone was settled on the bed with him. Peering through the dim light, he could make out the pale hair of his nephew. That wide grin was plastered on Aegon's face and he knew he wasn't real. But he was. Did it matter if he wasn't physically here if it affected Daemon all the same?
Aegon being across the water didn't fill Daemon with any less anger. It didn't make the hands on his thighs feel any less warm, any less real.
"Do you intend to kill me, uncle?" And that voice echoed like it was actually here, a perfect copy of how Aegon sounded.
"We'll see," Daemon murmured back to him, although his fingers completely retreated from his sword.
Fingers eased Daemon's clothing aside and he should stop this. This was far from the worst thing he had seen during his stay here, this seemed to be a relief in comparison to everything else. Besides that fact, trying to stop these visions had never done much for him. They never left him alone.
When those same fingers wrapped around his soft cock, any chance of him stopping this disappeared. The pace began slowly, almost gentle as he stroked Daemon. His cocked hardened at a leisurely pace, his body not nearly as relaxed as he needed to be. He was too tense being here.
But he did eventually grow stiff in Aegon's hand. Aegon's skin was warm, wrapped perfectly tight around his cock. His movements weren't coordinated, although it didn't matter much. All that mattered was having someone touch him like this.
His body arched towards Aegon when wet lips wrapped around the head of his cock. He couldn't remember the last time someone had done this for him. Aegon's mouth was hot around him, tightening when he hollowed his cheeks to suck at the sensitive tip.
Daemon closed his eyes, deciding to let himself simply enjoy this as much as he could. The sense of calm that usually found him during this evaded him. As good as it felt, he kept waiting for something to go wrong. For the moment when all of this turned into a nightmare instead.
He reached down, taking Aegon's hair in hand. He guided him down further, controlling the pace. If he was going to be visited by Aegon's apparition or whatever this was, he was going to get what he wanted from it. His cock buried itself halfway down Aegon's throat, only stopping when Aegon gagged.
A sense of satisfaction rolled through him at the sound and the way Aegon's throat convulsed. Here was his brother's long-awaited son, choking on his cock like a common whore. His little usurper of a nephew so eager for him that he didn't even stop Daemon from fucking his face.
His fingers tightened and moved Aegon's head, pulling him away just a bit before forcing him back down. He suckled around him, clearly inexperienced when it came to this. And that did surprise him. He had always suspected Aegon was going to bed with anyone who would have him, regardless of whether they were a man or woman.
Aegon didn't try to push away from him, though. He could be entirely inexperienced as long as he kept his mouth on him. Daemon guided him down further, shuddering at the wet gag that left Aegon when his throat tried to adjust. Still, he didn't pull away. Whore.
His fingers curled tightly around Daemon's hips, trying to relax his throat. With a firmer nudge, Daemon buried himself all the way inside of Aegon's throat. He was impossibly tight and Daemon thought he might spill just like this.
"Gods," He breathed out, holding Aegon there and letting his throat work around him.
This was his nephew's true calling. Not stealing a throne, not pretending to be a king. He should spend his days taking true Targaryens, taking Daemon.
Eventually, Daemon did let go of his hair to let him get a breath. Aegon gasped when he was finally able to, sounding broken. Almost as soon as he pulled off, he was taking Daemon again.
He took only the head inside at first, licking around it. The tip of his tongue flicked over his slit and his hips nearly jerked to bury himself inside again. This was good, though. Perhaps he'd been mistaken about Aegon being inexperienced. Maybe he just wasn't used to someone as long as Daemon.
He groaned when Aegon sucked at the head of his cock. His hand wrapped around the middle of Daemon. Aegon took Daemon deeper, his hand pressing down along with it. He stroked everything he wasn't taking, his saliva easing the way. It seemed like sensation was everywhere on Daemon, nearly overwhelming.
Aegon fell into a good pace, not overexerting himself. He swallowed around Daemon, not taking him fully this time. It still pulled a gasp from Daemon, heat tightening around him.
Time seemed to crawl on around them. The world minimized until all that existed was Aegon pleasing him. The firm pressure of his hand, the soft inside of his mouth, the way he moaned around Daemon's cock.
Daemon didn't warn him before he finished, despite knowing he was close. Instead, he just pressed a hand to the back of Aegon's head in case he tried to pull away. The first pulse of Daemon's cock seemed to catch Aegon off guard, instinctively pushing back a bit.
"Swallow," Daemon demanded gently, keeping Aegon's head in place.
Aegon let out a noise around him, but surprisingly, he did start swallowing. He struggled to take it all, growing overwhelmed by how much Daemon spilled. All the same, Daemon held him there until the last waves of pleasure rolled through him. Then a bit longer as Aegon finished swallowing all he had been given.
He let him go only then, groaning when Aegon licked his head clean. His skin was growing oversensitive, but he didn't push Aegon away. Soon enough, he moved away on his own.
"It seems you have your uses after all," Daemon murmured.
"I should," Aegon spoke as though he hadn't just gotten him off.
Daemon opened his eyes again and looked down at him. A deep frown found his face as he caught sight of him. Aegon had that too wide grin on his face again, Rhaenyra's crown sitting on his head like a taunt.
Daemon wanted to say something, but he was unsure of what to even say. Anger filled him so fully that it seemed like no words could find him. Before he could think of anything, Aegon had disappeared as quickly as he had come. Daemon truly hated this place.