I don't own Harry Potter or A Song Of Ice And Fire.
Pairing: Harry(on)/Rhaegar.
Warning: Smut... Cause that's what you all want!
For who requested it.
"This is your home Lewyn, you talk highly enough about it." Prince Rhaegar smirked at his friend. "Shouldn't you be showing us a good time?"
Ser Oswell Whent chuckled as he rode on the right side of the prince next to Prince Lewyn Martell, Ser Arthur Dayne riding to the Prince Rhaegar's left, moving past the gate and entering Dorne.
"Of course my Prince." He gave a small nod of his head towards the silver haired man with a small smile on his lips. "Whatever you wish for."
"I wish for entertainment!"
"Isn't dancing what you're best known for?" Ser Whent asked with a raised eyebrow as they neared the house of the Martell's where they will be staying.
"We are." Lewyn gave a small grunt as he dismounted from his horse and smiled at his approaching family. "If that's what my Prince wants."
After being greeted and cleaning up from the ride they had, Prince Lewyn guided them to the best brothel in Dorne.
The four men walked in their eyes moving from one beautiful whore to the next, the low light and the soft music drawing them in.
"How may I help you, honoured guests?" A beautiful older woman bowed in front of them a seductive smile on her red painted lips.
"We are looking for some entertainment," Rhaegar smirked down at the woman before handing her a bag full of silver coins. "Do you think you can impress us?"
"Of course!" The woman exclaimed sounding a bit offended. "If you would follow me." She bowed before turning and moving towards a curtained room, handing the bag of coins to the man that stood by the door.
As soon as they entered their eyes roved over the scantly clad men and woman lounging all over the room.
"Here are the mistresses that we have." She waved towards them and they stood before approaching the four men. Each one more beautiful and mesmerising as the next.
"You sure know how to entertain Lewyn." Arthur whispered his eyes transfixed on a girl with flaming red hair and seductive blue eyes, he didn't wait for the Dornish Prince to answer before he moved towards her and she led him to a curtained room.
"We might as well." Oswell chuckled before moving towards a blonde haired man who had the most beautiful silver eyes he'd ever seen.
"My Prince?" Lewyn looked at Rhaegar briefly in askance when he noticed that the Prince hadn't moved towards anyone before his eyes returned to the Brown haired twins that were standing next to each other.
"Do you have anyone else?" He asked the old mistress his purple eyes roving over the room.
Before the woman could speak Rhaegar turned towards one of the curtained door where he could hear the sound of bells?
He moved towards the room and walked in not even caring about the two people fucking inside, the mistress on his heels trying to stop him.
He moved towards another curtain and moved it aside and was minutely struck by the person inside.
The person had it's back towards them, their body moving in exotic ways and the sound of the small bells on their feet completing the picture. The waterfall of black hair down a bare back and the wide belt of jewellery covering what Rhaegar wanted to desperately see along with sheer black material that fell towards the ground. The exotic dancer turned with a wave of his hips and the chime of bells and Rhaegar lost his breath when eyes like wildfire, putting shame to the emerald and jade circlet he wore around his head and the necklaces that reached his bellybutton.
"I want him." He breathed, eyes never leaving the green eyed mans'.
"I'm so sorry your highness." The old mistress hesitated, fearing his anger. "He's not for sale."
Rhaegar snapped his head towards her so fast she flinched back.
"What do you mean he's not for sale?" He hissed menacingly. "This is a whore house, he's a whore."
"But," She looked towards were the green eyed man was already covered with a cloak. "He is not my Prince."
"What do you mean?" He looked at the retreating figure, lunging forwards so fast and taking hold of one of his arms. "Please don't leave."
The man looked briefly at him, his enchanting eyes roaming over his face before he looked at Rhaegars' hand that was holding his arm tightly and spoke softly.
"What did you say?" Rhaegar leaned down moving his head closer to the still man.
"I'm not a whore." He lifted his head and met the older mans' eyes with fire in his, his jaw locked tightly.
"Then why are you in a whore house Lovely." Rhaegar whispered, trying to resist the plumb red lips near his.
"I..." He turned his head away. " I have nowhere else to go, I live here.''
Before Rhaegar could say anything the old mistress moved in his peripheral vision making him turn towards her, though his hand didn't leave the arm in his hold.
"He's pure my Prince." She confessed, thinking that he might spare him. "In every way."
Rhaegars' eyes lit up at that revelation and he looked back at the green eyed man in a whole new light.
"I can take care of you." Rhaegar promised looking down at him and grasped his other arm. "I'll give you whatever you wish for."
"Why?" He hissed, staring defiantly at the Targaryen prince. "So I can be a whore to you and to anyone you want?! No, thank you." He huffed and forced himself away from Rhaegars' hands and turned away from him.
Rhaegar had to admit to himself that he has never felt arousal at someones defiance, he tried to withhold a smiled before he took hold of one of the small hands and kneeled down at the green eyed mans' feet. His eyes catching a glimpse of a bared waist before the cloak hid it.
"I promise you," He locked his eyes with wide greens, not daring to look anywhere else. "If anyone touches you, without your consent tell me and I swear that I have them killed."
The young man looked momentarily shocked, before glancing towards the old mistress and the Prince.
"What about you?" He asked, clarifying when Rhaegar tilted his head in question. "Will you touch me without my permission."
"Never." Rhaegar breathed, he could barely contain his happiness when he knew that the man would agree.
"How much will you pay?" The green eyed man asked, glancing back towards the old woman.
"Whatever you want?"
"Then I'll come with you." He whispered, looking down at where his hand was cradled in Rhaegars' large ones.
It was a done deal.
It didn't take much time for them to be back on the road again, the rest of the men grumbling quietly about not spending the rest of the day with their chosen companions.
Every once in a while Rhaegar would glance down at the slim figure in his arms as his horse moved slowly making the brush bodies.
"For all the happened, I have forgotten to ask you your name." Rhaegar whispered moving his mouth close to the younger mans' ear, silently congratulating himself at the shiver that went through the slim body at his actions.
"Harryon my Prince." He whispered back, his head moved slightly back so that he can glance at the older man at the corner of his eye.
"A very fitting name." He praised, the hand that wasn't on the saddle burrowing inside Harryons' cloak and sliding over his bare stomach.
"You promised." He turned back his eyes frightened.
"I apologies, but if I don't hold you firmly I fear that you might fall." Rhaegar found himself easily lost in those green eyes. "If you'd prefer, you can hold me tightly instead."
Harryon was quiet for a moment before he slowly placed both of his hands on Rhaegars' arm. For a moment Rhaegar feared that he would dislodge it, but he only grabbed onto it.
It took them a few days to reach the Red Keep, all the while Rhaegar insisted that Harryon never remove his hood unless they were alone, Rhaegar keeping his promise even though he longed to break it but what was a Prince without his word.
He settled Harryon in the room across from his and ordered everyone to never enter his room unless Rhaegar was there. Rhaegar would often escort him around the Keep or the gardens and most times they simply sat down talking in Rhaegars' room.
That all changed when one day offered him smoothing he couldn't refuse.
"Would you like me to dance for you?"
They had been sitting in silence for the last few moment when Harryon asked him that question. Rhaegar would never admit to staring in stunned silence at the younger man who blushed darker as Rhaegar kept staring.
"Do you want to?" Rhaegar swallowed thickly, his throat suddenly very dry, praying mentally to the Gods that he wouldn't back down.
"Yes." Harryon smiled shyly, avoiding his gaze. "I do."
"Do you want me to play for you?" Rhaegar brought Harryons' attention towards the harp that was leaning against the wall. Sometimes Rhaegar felt like playing so he always had it close to him.
Harryon nodded before standing up and removing the cloak that Rhaegar hadn't payed enough mind to.
He was wearing something a bit similar to the outfit he wore when the older man first saw him only this was in emerald green.
Rhaegar couldn't help himself as he let his purple eyes rove all over the lithe body and the bared skin as the younger man moved away a bit so he would have room to move. Rhaegar picked up his harp and started slow, he was glad that by now his playing the harp was fully instinctive and didn't require any attention on his part because currently his eyes were glued to the swaying body in front of him and his breath picked up every time that waist circled or his belly rolled. He would bite his lips every time one of his legs would lift and that's when he realised that the sheer skirt had slits that when one of his legs lifted it revealed all of it, till it was bared to his upper thigh.
It wasn't until he started to shimmy forwards and lose piece by piece his jewellery and strips of fabric that Rhaegar began to falter in his performance until he threw his harp aside when the younger man stood naked in front of him and Rhaegar pulled him forwards so that he was straddling his lap and their lips met passionately and Harryons' arms wound around the older mans' neck, with Rhaegars' hands running down the exposed back until they settled on his hips with his thumps digging into the crease where Harryons' thighs met his hips.
"Rhaegar." Harryon breathed when they separated and Rhaegar found a sensitive spot on his neck and slightly behind his ear.
Rhaegar froze for a minute and Harryon thought that he said something wrong, before he could apologise or say anything Rhaegar lunged forward abruptly and was on his feet. His right hand gripping the younger mans' thigh and the other arm wrapped around his waist so he wouldn't fall from the sudden move.
Harryon huffed when he was thrown on the bed but lost his words when his eyes met the sight of Rhaegar removing his own clothes hurriedly. He fell back on the bed and reached for Rhaegar his lust blown eyes pleading.
"Patience my Lovely." Rhaegar moved slowly on the bed and made his way towards Harryon kissing and nipping his way from his small feet to his bruised lips. The younger man was a pleading mess by the time Rhaegar reached his lips to kiss them passionately.
"Hurry... please." He pleaded, his hands gripping tightly to the bed sheets and his heels digging into the mattress.
"As you wish." Rhaegar chuckled and eased his way between the flushed thighs, he leaned over the younger man to reach the oil when he was stopped.
"I'm already prepared." He whispered so softly that Rhaegar almost missed it, but he didn't and he groaned deeply before burying his face in the love kissed neck.
"By the Gods you'll do that next time for my eyes." He swore before he gripped his hard member in one hand and guided it towards the loosened hole, his other hand was on one cheek, keeping the hole open.
"Fuck." He moaned as he was engulfed in tight velvety heat, though he slowed down when he noticed the tightening of those enchanting green eyes.
"I'm sorry my love, it will be much better soon." He whispered words of comfort in his ear as he was fully inside and stopped his movement before throwing his head back when after a few moment Harryon wrapped his slim legs around his back which made Rhaegar move deeper inside and he started slow.
"Rhaegar." He breathed again, his voice breathless, his face screwed in pleasure and his arms slowly moved around Rhaegar where he buried his nails in his back. Rhaegar hissed and gave an involuntary hard thrust forward and was transfixed when Harryon shouted and threw his head back.
"You liked that, did you?" Rhaegar smirked down at him and stilled again making the clinched eyes open and glare at him, he loved making those eyes burn like wildfire.
He moved again slowly before increasing his pace as Harryon responded more and more until he was thrusting against the younger mans' pleasure button repeatedly with hard and fast strokes.
Harryon gave a large gasp and Rhaegar stared transfixed as the younger man stopped breathing and his eyed became wide his hands now buried in Rhaegars' silver hair clinched tightly as he orgasmed with Rhaegar following behind after a few more thrusts.
Rhaegar half collapsed on top of him minding his slimmer frame, trying to catch his breath before he slowly slipped out of his lover and moved to lay beside him and pulling him so that the raven head laid on his calming chest.
"My Dragon." Harryon smiled up at him and buried his face in Rhaegars' neck giving his light butterfly kisses making him chuckle and bury his hand in the long raven hair.
"My Wildfire." He whispered as he softly kissed his head, inhaling deeply, filling his chest with the smell of rainy forest and lilies.
No one knew what the morrow would bring, but both slept that night as blissfully happy as any lover laying in the arms of their loved ones' would feel.
Longest one-shot to ever be written so far, I hope you all liked it and please comment.