Disclaimer: As always I own nothing but the original characters and the plot. Thanks for reading, let me know what you think of it.

Important: I don't watch or read 'GoT'. My knowledge of it is based on my sister and a best friend being serious fans, along with what I've read online or seen on YouTube. But the relationship between the Mother of Dragons and her Kal inspired this fanfic to a degree, so referencing it is my way of acknowledging that. Apologies for any mistakes I might make.

Plans That Backfire

Blake woke feeling warm, centered, and with the scent of his mate deep in his lungs. The perfect way to wake up, really, and he was rather loathed to move. Going back to sleep sounded like the much better plan. And would have if not for the fact that he'd gone to bed hella early the night before, and therefore despite the early hour his brain was wide awake and screaming at him to get his lazy ass out of bed because there were things to do. He was running out of time, Blake's subconscious reminded him, which was why he'd gone to bed early in the first fucking place.

Oh fuck.

Eyes opening and staying open this time around, Blake took a moment to take stock of his present situation with dawning confusion. He was sleeping on Bane's chest, the shirt he'd borrowed from the man's dresser basically around his armpits at this point. How'd that happen? The former, not the latter. Sleep shirts never stayed in place after all. Everyone knew that. And crap, the sheet was definitely not acting as a barrier of any kind.

Double fuck.

Biting down on his bottom lip to insure none of the many, many curse words floating through his mind were actually spoken, Blake slowly lifted his right hand off the gorgeous pectoral muscle it had been safeguarding and instead brought it up and around to slide between his own butt cheeks.

Triple fuck.

Last night while he'd been waiting for Bane to turn in for the night, and had felt a weird, wet, and very uncomfortable sensation south of the border, so to speak. And while he'd been put on Umbra as soon as he'd started to show signs that his omega nature was kicking in one of the signs that had alerted him to tell his social worker he needed the drug ASAP was his ass self-lubricating itself while he made out with Shane Callahan after school one day. So fastforward to last night, when he'd been thinking about all the fun ways he could reward and subtly influence Bane to make Simic suffer that more for hurting poor Simon, and what do you know…self-made lube was a wonderful thing. Though not in this case.

He'd wrapped himself up in the sheet and turned out early since there was no way in hell he was going to risk Bane finding out. At least not until he absolutely had to.

With some success, Blake acknowledged as he retracted his slightly wet but not too slippery fingers. He had no fucking clue how he'd ended up on Bane's chest or without his sheet shield, but it was probably his fault since Bane wasn't the cuddling type. No sex had occurred or been attempted though, since there was no way in hell he would have slept through that even with his super accommodating at the moment ass.

It really was a shame to waste how easily he could take Bane's cock right about now…

Stupid omega half of his brain. It needed an extreme bitch slapping. ASAP.

Actually…if he could get off Bane without getting caught, and the alpha was sleeping deeply and the time was still early enough…now would be a good time to try and break into the infirmary. From what Simon had told him the door wouldn't remotely be a problem. Blake could have gotten past it before he even hit the double digits age wise. He'd already liberated something from the kitchens that would work nicely in that regard. The actual cabinets and such he'd need to jimmy open without leaving behind any signs that he'd been there…well he'd have to hope for the best there. They'd sounded simple enough, but lock picking wasn't one of Simon's skills and the boy didn't know shit about it.

First things first, though. He'd try getting off Bane without waking him, go to the bathroom to empty his bladder as an excuse, and then come back to check on Bane, Blake decided. If he got the sense the man wasn't out he'd just go back to bed or something. And if he was dead to the world he'd risk it.

Carefully, while trying to make it seem natural and with as little jarring as possible, Blake slowly slid off Bane's chest and onto his side of the bed. No reaction. Good.

Sitting up and swinging his legs around Blake got to his feet in one smooth motion, Bane's shirt sliding back down over his body to cover the essentials. He probably looked ridiculous in it, but it covered what needed to be covered for the time being. And smelled like its owner.

Rolling his eyes at himself Blake made his way down the length of the bed, around it, and then headed for the bathroom without making a sound.

Once in there, well some sounds were unavoidable. But at least his bladder wouldn't be a problem, nor would nasty morning breath. Running a hand over his stubble Blake recognized the fact that he needed to shave too, but that wasn't nearly as important as getting his ass in gear. And speaking of his ass.

Prodding between his cheeks again, ugh, he hated the feeling of a wet ass, Blake was considering whether he had time for a quick spit wash when the bathroom door opened behind him.

Meeting Bane's gaze in the mirror, and very much aware of where his fingers were at the moment, Blake dropped his hand away and then turned to face Bane with what he hoped was an innocent enough smile.

"Good morning."

"What are you doing?"

Somehow Blake didn't think Bane would buy the idea he was giving himself a prostrate exam. He wasn't even sure how that worked, actually. They hadn't fucked at all last night so checking himself for tenderness or tearing wasn't going to work, not to mention might result in Bane checking him out for himself…so…

"I…ah…woke up horny and thought I'd let you sleep?" God that sounded lame. Shit.

"I did not give you permission to do so."

Okay. Not the 'how stupid do you think I am' response he'd been expecting. Guess Bane wasn't awake enough to realize how lame that excuse had been. Excellent.

"I need your permission to play with my ass now?" Because if that was the case…yeah, not happening. It was his ass and he'd do what he wanted to it. Not to mention masturbation and such were essential to his mental wellbeing. Now more than ever.

Not answering, and looking oh so edible wearing nothing but that stupid tin can on his face, Bane walked over to stand in front of him, one arm wrapping around Blake's waist to yank him against Bane's chest, the other arm coming around too, but for a different purpose.

"Fuckkkkk." Arching to take the two fingers Bane had just shoved into his ass that much deeper, Blake allowed his eyes to flutter closed so that he could appreciate the sensations that much more. And fuck Bane was just so hard and solid and smelled so fucking good. Mhmmm.

"So open and wet already."

"Complaining, Big Guy?"

The third finger Bane shoved in, probably as a warning about the use of nicknames, didn't really work as a deterrent. Rather it just made Blake that much happier to shift a little so that he could grind his erection against the muscled contours of Bane's thigh. His planned breaking and entering was obviously off for the time being, and getting fucked struck Blake as an excellent consolation prize.

The slap that his comment earned his ass just made Blake moan in encouragement.

Bane's voice was raspier and deeper than usual when he ordered him to turn around and brace his hands on the sink counter. Which made Blake smile knowingly as he nodded in absolute agreement with that plan. He just wished the stupid mask wasn't in place to distort Bane's natural voice.

And as soon as Bane turned him loose Blake was quite happy to lean forward, bracing his arms on the counter while he arched his back to stick his ass up in the air as much as possible.

Looking into the mirror's surface Blake made sure his expression invited Bane to fuck his brains out.

Fuck did Bane ever accept.

As usual there was no hesitation as Bane guided himself in and then fucked in hard and deep, Blake's channel flexing and taking him easily thanks to the hormone boost. And fuck Bane felt so good inside of him. The omega part of his brain craved this like a man dying of thirst in the desert. He needed to be taken. To be claimed. By Bane. His mate.

So of course Bane pulled out of him.

Growling in protest because seriously, he NEEDED this, Blake glared at Bane in the mirror for all he was worth. Not for long though, as the look faded more to confusion at the weird look Bane's reflect was giving him in return. Blake wasn't quite sure what to make of it.

And yeah he was glad when Bane picked him up by his waist and moved him to the side so that he could start fucking him against the bathroom wall, but the whole time Bane was fucking him the alpha held his gaze captive. Stared into his eyes like Bane was trying to see into Blake's soul or something. Like he was looking for something there that had Blake asking what was wrong. But Bane didn't answer. The alpha was so quiet it was unnerving and heightened the fever and rawness of what they were doing. Penetrating him on two levels, and leaving him raw and putty in Bane's hands afterwards.

What the fuck?!

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All things considered the League of Shadows and its members had been insulting Blake pretty much from the moment they'd gotten their brainless, asshole hands on him. First they'd assumed that he was nothing more than Wayne's boy toy, making him Bane's pet like they had the right to treat him that way. And of course Bane had followed that up by making fun of him because he liked to sleep on an actual bed and didn't like being cold. Not to mention the whole lot of the fuckers assuming that he was too weak or stupid to get away if he really put his mind to it.

And all those things were pretty bad, yes, but at this moment Blake was pretty sure he'd never been more pissed off at Bane and just the League in general.

All put spitting with fury as every ounce of self-control he had was used to max capacity, Blake stomped through the hallways of Bane's godforsaken compound until he was sure that they were alone before erupting into an angry tirade that Simon had no choice but to listen to since the younger man was stuck with him.

"Those jackasses! Those stupid, insulting…fuckheads!" Not caring about the pain it would cause Blake kicked the wall closest to him as hard as he could. Which not only hurt like fuck, but only served to fuel his fury that much more. "They really think I'm that stupid? Seriously? They should have just told me they were setting a trap for me and then told me they were just fucking kidding me, they were that obvious! I should have grabbed them both by their fucking necks and smashed their smug, stupid faces together!"

"Shouldn't you be ranting somewhere less public?"

"They probably have the rooms bugged." Blake bit out the words, so angry he could spit.

Simon nodded in agreement "Oh. Yeah. That would make sense."

Fighting the urge to pace or try and put his fist through the stone wall, which would make him stupider than Bane and Barsad combined, Blake couldn't believe they'd thought he'd walk into such a stupidly obvious trap. I mean seriously! He'd have had to eaten buckets of lead paint as a child to be that stupid.

"Why do you think they're setting a trap in the first place? Do you think we were overheard yesterday?"

It was hard to say, but if he was asked to lay money on a scenario Blake figured he had the alpha in front of him to thank for the situation they found themselves in. Given how detailed Simon had been about the infirmary and its setup Simon's interest would have had to be noted by anyone in the room at the time. Bane and Barsad had both been around him enough to know it was completely out of character for Simon to pay a great deal of attention to anything that wasn't music related. He'd been hoping it would be put down to Simon wanting to know because of Hitachi, but he was guessing not.

And if the bedroom was bugged…well anyone listening must have had a lot of fun listening to this morning's recordings. Which reminded him…

"That bastard! This is the thanks I get for giving him the best orgasms of his life?! I'm going to…to…shit! Something he's really not going to like as soon as I think of it!" Denying the man sex wasn't technically an option, unfortunately. Or fortunately, since that meant he didn't have to deny himself, since sex was the one thing Bane was good for.

"John?"

"Dammit. Give me a second."

Pacing was needed as he considered his options, which were pretty much limited to two choices.

No. Who was he kidding? There was only one viable choice to make.

"I'll have to ask him for the ingredients." Swiping a hand through his hair, Blake struggled to regulate his breathing to calm himself down. "I'll tell him that it's a homeopathic…remedy that I take for a hormone disorder. It's not exactly a lie, and if he has a working understanding of the chemicals and such, or asks the doctor, it will ring true. Heck, what I'll be making might not be obvious without me giving him the exact amounts of each, and I'll ask him for at least double what I need just to be on the safe side."

"And if he presses?"

"Then…I'll make sure Barsad is there. He can be the voice of fucking reason if Bane's alpha brain keeps him from realizing why it's imperative that I get the drug in my system as soon as possible."

"Do you want me to just ask Barsad to get you the stuff without telling Bane? He's not stupid, like you said. And I can back you up, about you needing it."

"No point. He's blood loyal to Bane. He'd never keep a secret from Bane. Especially something like this. And even if he was willing, I need him alive to take care of you if I end up dead because Bane won't give me what I need."

Simon's brows wrinkled. "You really think you'll end up dead?"

"Once Bane's men are done with me? Hell yes."

A building full of testosterone driven alphas, many of them celibate or nearly that due to circumstances, suddenly finding themselves in the vicinity of an unclaimed omega in heat…yeah. Zero chance he'd survive that. Or particularly want to, after they were done with him.

Reaching over in a rare show of affection, Simon gave Blake's shoulder a squeeze. "We'll figure something out…Khaleesi."

Laughing as he was meant to, and thinking that this would be so much easier if he had three fire breathing dragons on his side, Blake reached over to give Simon's shoulder a squeeze in turn. "Thanks. And with you on my side as…huh...who would you be?"

"Well I don't love you that way, so I can't be Jorah."

"True. The translator chick? Missandei?"

Simon took a moment to probably search his mental databases for who that was, since it wasn't like there wasn't a shit ton of characters in that series from what Blake knew of it. He'd never been a fan or anything himself, but some of the kids at St. Swiftins were, and he read the paper and clicked on interesting looking YouTube clips once in a while. Simon had at least read the books.

"That works."

"Glad we got that figured out." It was something to think about besides his desire to maim certain idiots at the moment. "Now we just have to figure out how to get my personal Kal Drogo to do what I want him to for once."

"Sex. Sex would probably work best."

That called for more laughing, which was something Blake really needed and made affection for Simon well up in his chest. "Well I gave him plenty of that this morning, so here's hoping that weighs in on our side. And that…I guess Barsad would be Grey Worm…sorta. Mostly because I don't know any of the Dothraki, really. So I'll have to think on that one. But anyway, let's hope he ends up on our side if things go to hell in a handbasket."

Simon nodded, a thoughtful look on his face now.

"You know…I just realized something. Talia and Cersei…"

"Shit. Yeah. God. We really are living 'Game of Thrones' at the moment, aren't we? I can totally see her dad as a Lannister, too."

"At least Talia doesn't have any brothers."

All set to agree Blake groaned as he realized that the closest thing Talia had to a brother she liked was Bane. And the only brother Cersei had liked…ugh. Nauseating thought, that.

"Damn. Let's just go find Barsad. Fuck with letting this drag on any more than it has already."

Resigned to their fates the two of them headed off to find the beta in question, Simon humming the 'Game of Thrones' opening theme song.