Disclaimer: ASOIAF, GoT, whatevs, is not mine. I am borrowing the characters and their world.
Summary:
AU. First Part of a Trilogy, telling the story of Cadenzsa Forel, Syrio Forel's only child.
Cadenzsa's mother has decided it is time for her child to marry. Since no man in Braavos would dare touch her for fear of her father's sword - and Cadenzsa's, of course - the clever Syrio has relocated to Westeros in hopes of finding a man deeming worthy of his precious only daughter.
He has gone to King's Landing to find a Lord, or a Prince, or a Knight that will give Cadenzsa the life of adventure that she deserves. Cadenzsa, the clever girl, has decided to sail first to the North, and travel down through Westeros, in order to see the land for herself, and to learn of its people. She finds herself, though, soon stuck in the Hold of Winterfell, prey to the charms of the three young men that live there.
Warning: LEMON in this chapter! xD
Robb
Robb knew exactly why he and Jon were being so close lately. It was his mother, of course, and not his father that was the one who was truly behind it. He loved his mother dearly, but she was too bound by duty to understand. Robb wasn't sure if she had ever felt passion before. Perhaps his father and she felt passion for each other, but the love between them seemed too...pure. What Robb was feeling was anything but pure. Gods be good, it was downright wrong.
Just the thought of it... Everything about it felt wrong, and strange, and new. He had heard of passion such as this, and had thought he'd felt it before, but now that he was feeling what real passion was, it was too overwhelming. Robb could barely sleep or eat without thinking about it. And now she was alone with Greyjoy just about every moment of the day. But half the time he thought about her, he ended up thinking about...
"Robb?"
He looked up from the ducks he was tying to his horse. Jon was holding a pair of rabbits by the ears. They were too small by themselves, but they'd do well in a stew. His brother's eyes were tilted up with concern.
"Is it Cadenzsa?"
Robb couldn't say it. He looked away at the ducks. Three ducks, four rabbits, and a pheasant bird. Today's hunt had been rather successful, despite not having Greyjoy's arrows with them. It was starting to get late in the day so it was probably a good idea to go back home. As for Jon's question...
He wanted it to be Cadenzsa, but as the day of her departure grew nearer, he became more and more confused and began to wonder if it was her, and not her new companion.
Robb and Theon...he had thought of him as a brother, now and always. Theon was a reflection of Robb, a mirror image - him, only backwards. Where Robb was calculated, Theon was impulsive. But where Robb was rebellious, Theon did as he was told. Robb sort of admired Theon in many ways, for he was one to always speak his mind, even if it might not have been pretty. He wasn't a Stark, but he fit in, as that wildcard piece that you might not have expected to have been there, but somehow worked.
Theon Greyjoy.
Theon Greyjoy.
The more Robb thought about, his name was like a knife.
Theon Greyjoy.
It was like a hot knife, twisting right in a deep part of his belly he didn't know he could feel things in. It was tight, there in his belly and there in his chest. It was hard, too, and made him feel a great lump in his throat. It wasn't that he was feeling it, it was more that he was afraid to admit that he was. He didn't know what it meant that he was feeling this way. He didn't know if it was right, or natural, or unnatural...nobody had ever talked about it to him.
"Do you think...?" he started to say, his tongue feeling dry. "Greyjoy..."
"Listen, Cadenzsa can take care of herself," said Jon, putting a hand on his brother's shoulder.
"It's not Cadenzsa," said Robb in a whispered laugh. He looked down at his feet, tightening the grip on his reins. He looked to his brother, whom he hoped he could trust. "Jon, listen... You're my brother."
"I know," said Jon with a suspicious frown.
"So...I can tell you anything, can't I?"
"Of course you can," he said.
"Well," he began, taking great pause. He didn't know how to really say it, or necessarily say anything about it, for he wasn't sure exactly what it was. So he asked "What do you think of Theon?"
Jon looked confused. "I don't know," he said after a moment.
"No, really, what do you think of Theon? Honestly?" Robb pressed.
Jon shrugged, uncomfortable. "He's alright. Crass. But he's alright."
Robb sighed. "Let's go back home." He mounted his horse before Jon had a chance to object. When they returned to Winterfell with their kills, it was just in time to feast that night. Robb and Jon sat together again, without the angry looks of his mother at his half-brother's direction. It was a welcome surprise, and a welcome comfort to see Jon there, even if it would only last until Cadenzsa left.
She and Theon were seated together, talking pleasantly. Arya, of course, was asking her a million questions about Braavos, to which Cadenzsa was more than happy to answer. Cadenzsa seemed to like being in Winterfell, despite everyone telling Robb otherwise. When she and Theon had gone into town the other day, in fact, she came back with gifts for everyone, including him. Robb's and Jon's gifts were something simple - matching leather coin purses that was (honestly) a little too flashy for him, but he still appreciated it anyway. For Arya she bought a pretty pin for her hair, saying that someday she might like wearing those things. Sansa got a bolt of pale yellow silk which had a painted edge of red roses - a gift which Sansa nearly fainted at with excitement, and Bran got a little hunting knife, which was small enough to fit in his boot. She had bought Rickon a carved wooden horse, which he loved so much that he even tried playing with it at the dinner table.
She had fit in well, oddly, to the Stark House. She had fit in well, oddly, with Winterfell. Robb almost felt as if she were part of the family, for the girls simply adored her as an elder sister, and even his mother was beginning to warm up to her. Maybe if things were to change over the next week, he could perhaps get a moment alone with her father when he came. Surely Syrio Forel would be glad to stay in Winterfell for a night or two in order to rest up from the road, wouldn't he? And they would feast and have a hunt or two together before their departure.
Robb was curious to meet her father, the man who had created such a daughter as Cadenzsa. He also wanted to see if he was the one where Cadenzsa had gotten such curly hair. If Robb and Cadenzsa were to have children, their hair would be impossibly wild, and probably black, like hers. Their skin might be dark like hers, too, but he wasn't sure. It might look nice if they had her black hair and his blue eyes.
When the feast was over, Robb saw Theon go with Cadenzsa to escort her to her bedroom. She smiled when her arm circled his, and Theon seemed to walk taller than usual - if that was even possible - with Lady Forel on his arm.
Theon always had a walked with more importance than he had, even when he was a child and had first been brought to Winterfell. Robb knew that he was a hostage when he first came, and as he sought out the Ironborn boy for sheer curiosity's sake, he learned that an Ironborn's pride was something unprecedented. 'One Iron Warrior is worth a hundred Greenlanders,' the Greyjoy boy had said. Now that they were grown, almost men, Robb believed him, for Theon was easily one-in-a-hundred, perhaps even one-in-a-thousand. Or one-in-a-million. Robb sometimes wondered if the Iron Islands were just copies of Theon walking around.
Hours passed and Robb couldn't sleep. It was now past midnight, and he hadn't even undressed after the hard day he'd had. So many new feelings were happening to him in such a short amount of time; Robb didn't know what to do. It was hard enough being the Firstborn son of Winterfell, and hard enough being a boy-turning-man. Cadenzsa had been a force of nature which turned him upside-down. Or perhaps he had always had these feelings within him, and she was the key to the floodgates that had unleashed it.
Robb knocked on Theon's door gently while poking his head in. Theon was sprawled across his bed, atop the furs, his forearm draped over his eyes. He lifted his arm and opened one tired eye. That familiar grin spread on his face.
"Need something?" he asked, nodding pointedly to the pitcher of wine in his room.
Robb shook his head and closed the door behind him, quietly latching it. He removed his gloves and cloak and draped it over the chair by the door. Theon propped himself up on his elbows, the leathers of his doublet open for comfort. Robb quietly approached, his mouth dry; he met Theon's eyes, and he noticed how blue they were. Very, very blue. Or was it a light gray, like the color of a sea's sky after a storm?
"Are you just now laying down?" he asked.
Theon nodded. Robb wasn't sure what to say next. He stood there, wringing his hands quietly behind his back.
"Missed you hunting today," he said, his voice even.
Theon shrugged and let himself flop backwards on his bed. "I was Dancing with Cadenzsa," he said.
"Is that why you're so tired?" asked Robb with a tiny laugh. Theon shook his head. "Why, then?" He came and sat on the bed next to him.
"I was up late last night, guarding her door." It was said flatly, evenly, without a hint of malice or snark. "And tonight."
Robb gave a sad smirk. "From me, I suppose?"
Theon sighed. "Don't know why," he said. He then grinned. "She's more-likely to get in a lot more trouble with me than with you." Robb couldn't help but laugh at that one. Theon then shrugged. "But you shouldn't worry about her. She can take care of herself."
Robb frowned. It was unlike Theon to say such a thing; when it came to women, Theon loved them, but he rarely respected them enough to say a compliment like that. Anxiety was gripping Robb's heart at even the slightest notion of Theon and Cadenzsa...
Maybe Theon was right? Cadenzsa held a much greater affection for him than for Robb. Was he jealous? Of his brother?
Well, Theon wasn't his brother, was the thing; at least, not by blood. Theon sat up and poured them both some wine. They drank.
Theon was Robb's shield-brother, sword-brother... Theon was Robb's adviser and confidant. Theon was Robb's friend. And, at times, Theon was Robb's safe place. Robb felt safe with Theon enough to bare his soul and share the darkest of his secrets. Robb felt safe with Theon. Safe.
Did that mean that without Theon he wouldn't feel that way? Would Theon ever leave?
Robb didn't know to ask if Theon would ever leave the Starks. The arrangement with these sort of things were usually as such: the yielding Lord gives up a beloved family member to the winning Lord as a hostage for good behavior, and when the yielding Lord dies, the hostage is allowed to go home. Balon Greyjoy was probably getting on in years, and Gods only knew when Theon might return home.
Robb wondered when that day would come, would they still keep in touch? When Robb was a child and feeling lonely, he would sometimes crawl into Theon's room and sleep in the older boy's bed. He had outgrown it, of course, but the fact that he was only a few doors down the hall from him was quite comforting. That comfort would someday be gone. They were both men, you see, and men cannot find comfort in each other's arms. Could they?
Well, perhaps they could. There was no real law against it, was there? A man could find comfort with another man if he so chose; a man could love another man if he so chose to. But the thing that Robb understood about love was that it is something you can build, brick by brick, over the years. Love was the thing that grew; passion was the thing that just happened.
Was passion the reason that men would lie with other men?
Why was Robb thinking about this?
He should be thinking of bedding Lady Forel. He should be thinking of her soft pink lips and her bountiful curves. He should be thinking of the water licking at her nipples. He should be thinking of her surely delicious cunt, and a thrusting cock going into it.
"What are you doing?" Theon laughed quietly. When Robb looked down, he noticed that he had placed his hand on Theon's thigh and was fondling the leathers there. Robb could taste the alcohol on Theon's breath.
"Nothing," he said, quickly withdrawing his hand. Theon grinned and patted the bed beside him. Robb slowly, tentatively, laid next to Theon, who gave him a pat on his belly.
"She'll be gone in a week," said Theon. "Her father will be here and take her down to King's Landing." Theon yawned and closed his eyes. "And we'll probably never see her again."
Robb gulped. "What makes you say that? She likes us."
Theon shrugged against his bedsheets. "Well, she'll probably keep in touch with ravens. She'll probably find some Southern Lord to wed her, and stay there. Maybe she'll even end up in Dorne. It would make sense that she would, you know. The Rhoyne people are from Essos, and the Dornish... Well, Cadenzsa would probably fit in there."
"You talk like you know."
Theon shook his head. "Forget it."
"Come on, don't keep secrets."
He shot Robb a look. "It's not my secret to give away." There was a long pause. Robb felt tense; Theon's full lips grew into a smirk. "Want to hear a riddle?"
Robb smiled. "Sure."
"If you've got it, you want to share it. But if you share it, you haven't got it."
Robb's lips continued smiling, but his brow furrowed with an amused frown. "What kind of riddle is that?"
Theon shook his head and looked up to the ceiling. "Bravosi, I reckon."
"Ah, Cadenzsa told you?"
"She's good at riddles," admitted Theon. "She told me another one that took me a long time to figure out. How did it go?" He thought for a moment. "What runs but never walks, has a mouth but never talks?"
Robb laughed. "Ahh... I don't know."
"A river," said Theon. They both laughed, Robb feeling the wine begin to kick in. What with dinner and now this, he'd had a lot of wine that evening.
"That's a good one," said Robb. "So what's the answer to the first riddle?"
"A secret."
"What? Come on, tell me-"
"No, you fool, it's a secret!"
Robb laughed and poked Theon playfully in the ribs. "Come on, I give up-tell me the answer!"
"But the answer is a secret-!" Robb hopped on Theon's torso and wrestled him into a headlock, the two of them laughing. "A secret is the answer!" he said through laughing. When Robb let him out of the lock he was straddling Theon's hips. Robb felt Theon's swollen cock beneath his breeches, making his cheeks flush red. He wasn't really surprised, if he thought about it - Greyjoy was almost-always hard, either from a fresh-fucking or thinking about a fresh fucking. And all men were hard when they were asleep. Theon grinned and rubbed Robb's thigh affectionately, sweetly - it was in a way that was tender, a way that showed their closeness. Perhaps Theon didn't mean it to be anything other than love. That didn't stop Robb, though, from unconsciously letting his own cock swell beneath his trousers. Theon popped an eye open and raised an eyebrow.
"What are you thinking about, Lordling?" he asked as he thrusted his hips up, grinding into Robb's trousers.
Robb gulped, his voice caught in his throat. His cheeks were red with blood. "Cadenzsa," he quickly answered.
Theon gave Robb a long look through half-closed lids, through his dark eyelashes. "I think about her, too."
"She's beautiful," said Robb, his mouth beginning to water as he watched Theon's chest move up and down beneath the leathers.
"I know," said Theon. He closed his eyes, for he was still tired.
"How late did you stay up last night?"
Theon sighed with a shrug. "After midnight, I know. At least not til she fell asleep."
"How did you know when she fell asleep?"
"The music stopped playing." He opened one tired eye with a grin. "She plays music all night and sings Bravosi songs, and songs in the Commontongue. But they're not tales like ours are. In Braavos, they sing songs to each other, not of each other. They're not telling tales of history...they're just telling someone else something. They say it's a way to express love or anger or something."
"That's strange," said Robb.
Theon closed his eyes again. "I know."
Robb could feel Theon's heartbeat in his cock; it was pulsing against him. For the briefest of moments, he wondered what it would feel like if-
"You should tell your father that there's no worries for you and Cadenzsa. I think we both know you wouldn't sneak into her room at night."
Robb shyly looked away, and then shrugged. "You don't know that. I might."
Theon laughed and stretched, his doublet and tunic rising up to expose just a bit of his pale hips, and the head of his hard cock which was tucked up in his trousers. Robb felt a chill up and down his spine when he saw it, and immediately realized that he'd never seen a cock other than his own before.
"You know you would never," said Theon. "You're too honorable to do that." Theon opened his eyes. "'A woman's virtue should be cherished and honored,' remember?"
"You don't know. I might. I can be dangerous like you can."
"You're shaking at the very thought of sneaking into her room," said Theon, giving Robb's thigh a squeeze. Robb didn't realize - truly realize - how strong Theon's fingers were. "When it comes to fucking and women, you can be nothing like me."
"You don't know that," said Robb, whose cheeks and lips were flushing hot pink, both from the cold air in the room and the hot blood within him. "It's not like you and I have fucked." His voice cracked a little when he said what he said, but Theon didn't notice.
Greyjoy laughed. "No, we haven't." With one swift move he came up and - with one strong arm - turned Robb and slammed him onto the flat of his back where Theon had been laying. Theon then quickly thrusted his hips violently against Robb's. "And you have no idea what you're missing, Lordling." It was said as a jape, a laugh, a joke - but with how Robb's fury and fire and wolfblood rose in that moment, he took it as anything but.
Young Lord Stark quickly pushed his father's Ward away, who was now laughing and laying on his side. "Have you even ever been with a man before?" demanded Robb, his voice a little high and squeaky, his lips twitching as he said it.
Theon shrugged and looked away, a thing he did when he didn't want to outright say something, but wasn't about to lie about the truth of it.
"Y-You... You have?"
Theon grinned and shook his head. "Everyone experiments when they're thirsty," he said. "Just because you want wine doesn't mean you won't take water if it's offered." Robb's began to shake on the inside. "It's alright," admitted Greyjoy. "I think I'll always prefer women. But then again, I don't know what the future holds for me. Who knows? Someday I might take to whoring men instead. Maybe with every Knight I slay as Lord of the Iron Islands I'll take them to the back of my ship and fuck them first?"
Robb cringed. Theon laughed.
"Don't look so sick about it, Stark. People do it all the time."
Robb sat up and shifted, realizing he was still throbbing hard.
"What, curious?"
Robb didn't know if Theon had seen how hard he was or not, for he was avoiding the Ironman's eyes. When he found them again, all blue-gray and bemused, he swallowed the dryness in his mouth.
"Go on, I know you're curious." Greyjoy punched him playfully in the arm.
Robb shook his head, not quite believing the words that were coming out of his own mouth. "What's...kissing a man even like?"
His father's Ward gave a hearty laugh. He then fell onto his back and stretched again, Robb getting a peek of the outline of his turgid cock. "You know how kissing a girl is?" Robb nodded. "How she'll be soft, and sometimes fall into you if she really likes you? Or how she'll sometimes take your face and run her fingers in your hair?" Robb nodded, shifting on the bed. "Well...no matter what, even if she tries to fight you, you know she'll always end up begging for you. On her back. Spread wide, if you do it right. If you kiss a woman right, she'll fall weak and trembling into your lap, all open and wet." Robb swallowed hard. "But a man? It's different, especially if they have a beard." Theon's fingernails playfully scratched at the whiskers on Robb's chin.
"Different, how?" asked Robb.
Theon thought for a moment. "Truth be told, it's better than you'd think," he said. "When you're with a man, you know they know what feels good. It's like a fight for dominance. It's more violent, in a way. Kiss a woman the right way and she'll go wet and weak and bend to your will. Kiss a man the right way, though, and he'll go wild and hard and throw you down on your back before you even know what's happening." Theon slowly crawled over Robb, hovering, giving him the same bedroom eyes he'd seen him give unsuspecting bar maids at taverns. "They want to dominate you," he said quietly. "I think with a lot of men it's more like a conquest, a challenge. A great exchange of power." Robb gasped as Theon's hand gripped Robb's throbbing cock from the outside of his trousers. "A battle of wills to see who will yield to desire first."
Robb's voice was caught in his throat, and he felt himself unconsciously whimper at Theon's hand. He felt his breathing go short, and as his vision blurred for that moment, he felt himself begin to drown in the sea of wine and desire. The most horrifying part of the whole ordeal was that he didn't care how wrong it was. He glanced down and saw that Theon was still hard as a rock.
"What do you think fucking Cadenzsa would be like?" asked Robb, suddenly desperate to get the conversation elsewhere. He quickly sat up. "I think she'd be rough," he said. "I think she'd grab you and be unafraid, like this-" Robb's hand came and gripped the hair on the back of Theon's head and pulled his face close to his. Theon's eyes went a little wide with surprise, and then he grinned.
"She likes it rough," he whispered on Robb's lips. Theon smelled of wine and cooked meat. Robb gulped.
"How do you know?" Robb wasn't prepared for the answer Theon had, which was a bit of a drunken laugh. And with creeping realization he was washed over with a moment of clarity. "You...? And she?"
Theon sat up on his knees and looked down at Robb, reached his goblet and emptied his wine cup. A drop of red wine fell off his lips and onto Robb's leather.
"How could you?" asked Robb in a panicked whisper. He sat up. "Do you have any idea what would happen if anyone were to find out?"
"Well nobody's going to find out, will they?" growled Theon as he pushed Robb down on the flat of his back. He loomed over Robb. "If you tell, I'll tell them that I fucked you, too." He really was drunk, for he would never say that if he were sober at all. But even if it was a threat, Robb felt his body tremble underneath Theon's lean frame.
"You'd be lying," whispered Robb.
"I could always just bend you over and fuck you like I did her," said Theon. "Then the Iron Islands would have a real claim in the Greenlands." Theon then broke out laughing, leaning his forehead on Robb's chest for support. He then got up from the bed and went to his nightstand, pouring himself more wine, quietly laughing the whole time.
Robb's breathing became heavy, panicked, angry. "Why did you do it?" He demanded. "Tell me why."
Theon's expression was dark with a teasing smile. "You know what they say, give the Lady want she wants-"
Robb flew up and slammed Theon against the wall, his fists clenching on his leathers, which tore them further open. "You're lying!" he shouted.
"Why?" said Theon, who forcefully pushed Robb away. "Because somebody wanted to fuck me, even though I'm just a lowly Ward of the Starks? Well, let me tell you something: The Greyjoys have ruled the Iron Islands for over three-hundred years. No family in Westeros can look down on us." Theon was so close to his face. "Not even you in this frozen pile of shit you call home." Robb was shaking with anger. Theon came in close and pushed Robb up against the wall, his hands leaning against the stones for support. His voice was low, and drunk, and husky, inches away from Robb's face. His hot breath was condensing on Robb's lips, which were full with blood and anger and pent-up desire for Gods-only-knew-what.
"Well, she wanted to," whispered Theon in Robb's ear. "She came into my room the day she was wearing that awful pink gown and stripped down to nothing on my bed. And she grabbed hold of my cock and pumped it like an expert. And she poured hot tallow on my chest. And she bit me on my neck. And I played with her arse with my fingers while she rode me. And then she came all over me like a cat in heat."
Robb's first instinct was to strike him square in the jaw, but what he actually did was worse.
"What are you doing?!"
"I don't know..."
He didn't, really, know what he was doing. But before he could even think he was already pushing him against the wall, his hands wandering and ripping and tearing at Theon's leathers, and the tunic beneath. His fingers were running over the muscles on his body, groping at his hips and his strong arms. His lips and tongue were already covering Theon's, and opening his mouth, and tasting his wine-coated teeth. He was already throbbing against him, and his body was hot and ready. And then he threw Theon on the bed.
"What are you doing?!"
Robb tore open his own doublet and threw it to the floor. He bent over Theon, who was now lying on his back, breathless and confused, probably just as confused as Robb was feeling. But he couldn't go back now, for he was breathing heavy and too hot-headed to think straight.
"Tell me what else," growled Robb, desperately gripping on Theon's cock. Robb licked his lips. "Tell me what else or I'll tell my father what you did to her."
Theon's breathing was heavy. "You're bluffing," he sneered.
"You're a Ward of the Starks! And I'm a Stark! So you should do as I say!" Theon's hand came up suddenly and gripped hard around Robb's throat, squeezing.
The Ironborn's face twisted into an angry and disgusted sneer."So that's it then, Lordling? You really do want me to fuck you?" With his free hand he made quick work of Robb's belt and slipped his hand into his trousers, squeezing hard at Robb's cock. Had he not squeezed so hard, Robb might have come all over his chest right then, but the shock of it all kept him from doing it. "Say it," Theon hissed. "Say it!"
"I want you to fuck me!" cried Robb in agony.
With Theon's hand still around Robb's throat he threw him on the bed and flipped him onto his front, grabbing his hair rough. "Say it again!"
"I want you to fuck me!" Robb whimpered, helpless, breathless, hard-up.
"And then you'll never say a word to anyone about Cadenzsa and I," ordered Theon, the sounds of his shirt fabric rumpling softly on the stone floor behind Robb.
"Not a word," Robb breathed.
Theon spit into his palm. "You'll take it to your grave," Theon ordered, reaching under and slowly stroking Robb's cock with his skilled hand. Robb gasped, then moaned in ecstasy.
"Yes," he whimpered, his eyes clenched shut in pleasure. Theon mounted Robb from behind and whispered into his ear with his hot mossy breath:
"And if you say anything, I'll tell your father all about this. About how you begged me to fuck you. You wouldn't want that, would you?"
"No," Robb moaned, breathless. "Please don't tell my father. He'll punish me..."
"You had better enjoy this," said Theon as he slapped Robb hard on his arse.
"Theon-"
"Shut up before I change my mind," said Theon as he flipped Robb onto his back and ripped his trousers off. Theon quickly unbuckled his own belt and stripped down to nothing. Robb's heart went in his throat as he saw Greyjoy naked. He was so slender, and yet ever bit on his body was muscle.
Theon loomed over Robb, who was spread open beneath him. Theon's gaze was hard, and he took his hand and began playing with Robb's cock. He bent down to kiss him, and the whiskers on Theon's growing-in beard rubbed against his chin. Shivers ran up and down his body, and he put his hands on Theon's shoulders. Their tongues slowly fought with each other, as if performing the Water Dance that Lady Forel had been doing earlier. And when Robb was near climax he realized that Theon was getting just as excited, too.
There they were, spread on his father's Ward's bed, slick with sweat and stinking of wine and dinner. He almost wondered, at one point, what would happen if his father were to walk in. What would happen if they went into his room and found him missing? Would they search Lady Forel's room? This place, in truth, would probably be the last place they'd look.
Robb's back arched and he gasped as Theon's fingers entered him, stretching him in a way he didn't know he could. As his fingers pumped in and out, his screams began to echo around the room. As Theon turned Robb over and started licking and kissing and biting down his back, Robb felt that same passionate desperation he had been feeling for himself. Was this lust? Was this so bad? It felt bad, but good, all at once. Robb didn't know how it was supposed to feel, but he had a feeling was that it was right.
"Theon..." he moaned the Ironborn's name as his tongue danced around the rim of his arse, and with one swift motion Theon entered Robb from behind, both of them let out a long moan. Robb felt fingers pull him up by his hair, and Theon pumped into him while reaching around and stroking his turgid cock. Out of instinct, Robb turned his head and took Theon's lips with a deep and passionate kiss. His hand reached behind him and felt Theon's cock as it pumped in and out of him.
Finally, he could barely take it and spilled his seed all over Theon's bed and furs. But Theon wasn't done. Theon wasn't nearly done.
Theon's stamina was unsurpassed, and Robb shouldn't have been as surprised as he was, for Theon could ride and run just as long as he could. But when it came to fucking, Theon was the Master-at-Arms. Theon bent him down and fucked him slowly, then quickly, then slowly again. At the end of the hour, Robb was writhing beneath him and covered with sweat. He thought that he was going to cum again when Theon did, all in a big rush, that felt hot and slick on his insides.
His fingers gripped into his hips, and he felt him shaking. He slowly pulled out of Robb, feeling the cum dripping out and down, all hot and wet. Theon flopped onto his back, his eyes closed. He sighed deeply. Robb didn't know what, exactly, to do next. He just sort of sat there, watching Theon heavily breathe. He leaned against the far-corner bedpost, his breathing as hard as Theon's.
As time passed, he watched Theon fall asleep. Perhaps he had forgotten Robb was there? Well, it didn't matter, because it was late anyway. Robb leaned down and laid against him. Theon wrapped an arm around him and sighed, his fingers running up through his curly hair.
"I think I love you," whispered Robb in both horror and sincerity.
"I love you too, Cadenzsa."
Robb pulled away with a smile of shock on his face. It must have been the exhaustion, or the drunkenness that made him think that he was laying with Lady Forel. He gave a tiny laugh; would Theon even remember this? Robb wasn't sure if he wanted to remember it, himself, for his head was still spinning as to what - exactly - had happened.
Robb had snuck into the room of his father's Ward and begged to be fucked by him. Robb had felt a strange passionate pleasure he'd never felt before. Was it this good with a woman? He had never been with a woman before - at least nothing past a kiss or two. He'd felt a woman's body under her gown, but nothing like this. So perhaps he didn't know if he only liked men, yet? Perhaps he really did like women only and this was just a practice run?
Perhaps Theon would think it was all a dream. Perhaps he would wake the next morning and look at Robb with suspicious eyes. Robb might even play coy and act like nothing happened. Theon might even try to say "Nothing happened," to him. Robb imagined that, perhaps if he ever felt this way again - which he didn't know what to call it, but that didn't matter - he would say to Theon:
"Nothing can happen whenever you want."
He dressed and went back into his room and tried to fall asleep. Robb couldn't sleep, of course, though, because of what had happened. But he tried. He tried to close his eyes and count backwards from a thousand. He tried reading for a little while, but his candles dimmed and there was only the fire. He got up once or twice to add more wood to the fire, but he mostly stayed in bed.
At dawn, when he finally fell asleep, his mother came into his room. "Wake up, sleepy-head," she said as she came and kissed him on the forehead. "Time for breakfast. And then you and your father are going to take Bran for his first hunt."
I have no words. R&R.
*fangirl flailz dies FEELS*