AN: In which Harry works at a brothel in the town beneath Winterfell's walls. (Harry/Theon Greyjoy)

This chapter has alpha/beta/omega dynamics.

Harry opened the door when he heard the ruckus, looking to his coworkers. Ros shrugged and followed him as they took a peek into the waiting hall in the brothel. A group of Stark bannermen were waiting in the hallway and Jory Cassel was in front. The men at arms of House Stark were looking around the brothel with muted envy though since most brothels these days had ways of hiding scents, they weren't at risk of getting too excited.

Another girl came up behind them, her eyes wide.

"What are they doing here?"

"I do not know," Harry replied, crossing his arms in suspicion. "They're mostly betas though, if that helps."

Jory Cassel was speaking to the owner of the brothel, one Bryen Lash from Essos, when they both turned to look at Harry. Bryen raised an eyebrow as he gestured to Harry.

"He's the only alpha in our house," Lash spoke. "If you want an alpha. He's highly rated too. Most omegas and betas walk away quite satisfied with him."

"Lord Stark did say he wanted an alpha," Cassel said. "How much?"

"3 silver stags for a night," Lash remarked. "4 if you want him for someone's heat."

Jory raised an eyebrow and Bryen's lips twitched down.

"But we'll make it 2 just for being a service to the Lord," Lash amended, sheepisly. "Harlan, get over here. Who is he fucking?"

Jory narrowed his eyes. "That would be the Lord's business, not yours. Here."

Lash greedily took the coin and whistled. "Black, get over here!"

Jory blinked.

"He was the child of a wildling, my lord. My girls raised him. The mother only lived long enough to give him a name."

Jory watched as the young man walked over to stop in front of him, dipping his head in a nod. The only alpha in the brothel was tall, muscular and black haired, with almost glowing green eyes. He wasn't wearing much, only a leather tunic and leggings that didn't leave much to the imagination.

"What does Lord Stark want with me?" Harlan questioned, crossing his arms.

"That is between you and Lord Eddard Stark," Jory said, gesturing to the men behind him. "If you put up a fight, we are more than willing enough to chain you up and bring you before him."

"I have not done anything wrong so I'll come," Harlan remarked. "If only out of curiosity."

Harry mounted the spare horse that the men at arms had brought and followed, hearing howling in the distance. He grinned as he recognized the sound and mentally pressed down on Lilith to stay out of this, hoping that the direwolf would follow his impression. He received back apprehension, worry about a packmate, but obeying the alpha was at the top of the direwolf's mind.

And he knew if things went downhill, he could just summon his sword. He didn't particularly want to use magic in front of people now. Especially since it was winter and he wouldn't want to alienate his hosts for however long this job proved to be. Winterfell was a warm castle, heated by springs underneath it and he had always wanted to spend a few minutes in the baths.

They trotted out of the town just beneath Winterfell's walls and past the gate, over to the courtyard of the keep. He dismounted, watching as all but three of the men at arms scattered. Jory Cassel and three others steered him into the keep, not letting him slow for anything.

Harry looked over the courtyard, seeing the heir to Winterfell, Robb Stark and Jon Snow sparring. Both Robb and Jon were ten and 4 years old and had not yet presented yet. Robb was most likely going to be an alpha, judging by the town gossip but Jon? No one knew what Stark's bastard would present as. The second youngest Stark boy, Bran, was watching them. Arya Stark was watching too, entranced by watching the mock sword fight.

"Come on. Lord Stark's this way," Jory ordered, nudging him further into the castle and finally stopping at what was presumably the door to Lord Stark's solar. "He's an alpha, like you, so don't try anything."

"Why would I try anything with you guys around?" Harry muttered, watching as Jory knocked on the door.

"Come in, Jory."

Harry followed the captain of the guards in and waited patiently behind him, already able to smell Lord Stark's orientation. The Lord of Winterfell was indeed an alpha though Harry would have been surprised if he wasn't. There were a lot more alphas in the North than there were in the South. The maesters thought it due to the harsher landscape in the north.

"Who did you find?"

Jory cleared his throat and gestured Harry forward. "My lord, this is Harlan Black. He's the only alpha whore in the town."

Lord Eddard Stark peered up from whatever he was reading to regard him. "Black?"

"My mother was a wildling, my lord," Harry remarked. "She fancied Castle Black when she saw it."

"I'll get right to the point. Theon Greyjoy is about to present as an omega," Lord Stark spoke. "Some of the men can smell him but I want someone who would treat him gently. Can you do that?"

"Greyjoy? I thought the ironborn were mostly alphas and betas and that the only omegas were women?" Harry questioned, putting his arms behind his back.

"It seems this Greyjoy is an omega. Now, are you willing to take care of his needs?"

Harry smirked. "Yes, I can fuck him. I won't claim him though, if that's what you're going to ask now. And I won't get him pregnant either."

Lord Stark blinked, probably unused to someone being blunt about sex. It was probably Harry's experiences in his past life adding to being blunt that was making Lord Eddard uncomfortable. "We'll pay you for two nights."

"What about afterward?" Harry asked. "You know it's hard for omegas to function if they're not fucked through their heat and moon tea has negative effects on the body. I can come back each month until someone does claim him. You wouldn't have to pay for anymore night after these first nights."

"Generous offer."

"I don't like seeing people suffering if there's something I can do about it," Harry offered. "Besides, the North is harsh enough as it is."

Lord Stark stared at him, studying then nodded. "Alright. My men will bring Theon to you. Jory, if you could bring Harlan to the room we prepared and send Ser Rodrik for Theon..."

"Of course, my lord."

Theon hesitated at Ser Rodrik's order, seeing Robb and Jon watch him. The two were probably wondering what was going on and what the scent was that they were smelling. Ser Rodrik was a beta and was highly regarded too, being master at arms for Winterfell.

"Come along, Theon. Lord Stark wants you."

"What does father want with him?" Robb asked, walking over to stand next to Theon. His blue eyes were narrowed in concern as he looked his friend over.

"Theon is of an age to present," Ser Rodrik spoke, dipping his head in welcome to Robb. "We just want him to understand what that entails."

"Present?" Jon asked then his grey eyes cleared with recognition. "You're ten and six today, aren't you?"

"Yep, I'm probably an alpha," Theon said, his lips twitching up into a smirk."Most ironborn are alphas. And girls love alphas, don't they, Ser Rodrik?"

Theon stopped almost immediately as Ser Rodrik directed him right to a door that was in the utmost corner of the keep. It was far enough away from anything else that… And that smell… He stumbles but keeps upright thanks to Ser Rodrik, who gently pushes him through the open door then steps out and closes it.

"What… What is this?" Theon croaks out, turning around as the scent in the air pulls him further into the room. He tries to fight it, unsure of what's going on, as he suddenly feels slick running down his legs. Sweat forms on his back as he turns back around.

"You are presenting as an omega, little kraken."

Theon huffs out a grumble that just barely sounds resisting. The scent is intoxicating, almost smelling like wildness and wolf and just a little hint of fire. "I am not little nor am I an omega. Fuck off."

"Seeing as I am paid to be here and take you through your first heat, I think not."

Theon almost whimpers at the voice and clamps down on his mouth when a groan comes out, heat coiling in all parts of his body. His cock is already leaking as he looks down, reaching down to his arse to see what's under there.

A strangled groan comes from the man who walks out from the corner and Theon takes a step back unconsciously. It's suddenly gotten too hot in the room but there's no fireplace here, just a bed and a few furs. His knees buckle, shaky with need, as he takes in the other man in the room.

He looks like the only whore in the town's brothel that he had seen… He whimpers again as need consumes him again, his fingers moving to bring some of the slickness up to his mouth.

The man's green eyes are soft but intent as he lowers himself down to Theon's level, reaching to grasp his hand and bring it to his own mouth. Theon watches as the other man licks the liquid off then looks to him, green eyes roving over him. "Theon…"

Theon moans and shuffles closer to the man, aiming to get as close as possible to relieve the heat in his body. The man's pupils are already wide with arousal and Theon has just enough presence of mind to strip off his cloak and tunic. Maybe that way, the man would touch him. Maybe the man wouldn't care that Theon was a Greyjoy and a hostage.

The man reached out a hand to stop him, fingers landing on a nipple as Theon arched into him. The man's hand slithered downward to touch the space that Theon had never looked at before, the small part of his body beneath his cock that was covered in hair. He jumped at the feeling of wetness that slid down his leg, adding to the slickness from his arse. "You're so responsive. You're going to be good for me, aren't you?"

Theon nodded eagerly, already so past caring that Lord Stark had tricked him into this room with a stranger.

"You can call me Harry."

Theon yelped as he was picked up, one arm cupping his arse, as the man carried him over to the bed. A hand reached under his tunic and stroked his hole and he tried to arch into it but at this angle, it was impossible. He had no leverage and no friction to his cock. He moaned as two fingers swept right over his hole but didn't reach in, didn't do anything else but stroke.

He was pushed onto the bed and his leggings were slipped off as… Harry nudged him downward, each touch of his hands leaving little sparks of heat. His body was hot, so hot that having his clothes off felt wonderful. "Need…"

"Yeah, you need me?"

A hand landed on his cock and he arched his back, so shocked at the swift contact that he came. Pleasure spiraled into every nook and cranny of his body. When he opened his eyes next, Harry was lying over him, looking him over. Harry was naked already, mayhap having unclothed while Theon was settling. One of the other man's hands was rubbing circles on his chest. Theon could feel even more slickness run out of his hole and he rubbed his body against the fur of the mattress, trying to get more friction, more pleasure, more relief from the heat.

Harry pinned him to the mattress with a firm hand to his chest. "No, not going to help, Theon."

"Fuck… you."

Harry snorted and got up, his hands going to lift Theon's hips up enough to place a pillow underneath him. "Not what we're doing right now. You ever been fucked?"

Theon just barely knew enough that he should shake his head.

"Thought so."

A finger swept underneath him to land right above his arse and reached right into his hole, testing the slickness. Theon moaned and pushed into the sensation, making Harry groan above him. Another finger moved into his hole, sweeping some of the slickness out and painting his arse with it.

"You're perfect, already wet for me."

And then finally, Theon felt it as Harry's cock slid right into him and immediately hit a spot that had him seeing stars. He moaned and pushed down, trying to get more of that full feeling. Heat spiraled up into the pit of his stomach and he writhed with it, as Harry started to move within him. His arse was stretched and slick as he clenched around Harry's cock.

"Good boy," Harry whispered, reaching down to stroke the sweaty hair off Theon's forehead. Theon looked dazed and heat-addled, typical for someone's first heat. His own heart was beating rapidly as he thrust in and out, each time hitting that point in Theon that made the other man see stars. Little sounds were coming out of Theon's mouth each time, sounds akin to whimpers and moans.

Theon was clearly losing lucidity, his cock hardening so much that it was a miracle Theon still hadn't come again. Harry brought a hand up from where he was bracing himself to wrap around Theon's cock, catching the man's eyes and nodding as he stroked. "Theon, you don't have to wait for me to come."

Theon let out a strangled moan and as Harry tightened his fingers only a little, came again with a scream. Harry was only glad that he had warded the room silent before he came too, his own cock growing as his knot presented itself.

When Theon finally came too, he was nestled in Harry's arms. His body was limp and pliant, having lost all the energy to do absolutely anything. A hand rubbed soothing circles on his back as another hand rubbed a wet, warm cloth over his stomach. His skin was still tingling, still high from his release.

"Hey."

Theon jolted and Harry's hands tightened on him, keeping him from moving too much.

"We're still connected," Harry muttered, making Theon realize that Harry's cock was still in him, knotted. Each time he moved, sparks moved up his spine and he shuddered.

"How long until you pull out?"

"Twenty minutes or so," Harry answered. "Don't worry. No sound made it past this room."

"Are you a whore? I was just fucked by a whore."

"Theon…"

He turned just the tiniest bit to look at Harry, hearing the steel in his voice. "Do not ever call me a whore. I may sell my services for money but I do refuse my services to people like you. Seven hells, I don't even need to but it serves a purpose."

Harry punctuated that with a sharp thrust and Theon groaned.

"I protect my own and that could include you," Harry offered quietly. "Westeros does not look well on male omegas."

"I've heard the stories."

"I'm sure," Harry spoke, tipping Theon's chin up with a finger. "Think on it after your first heat and you can answer me when I come around next month, okay?"

Theon looked into dark green eyes, swallowing to cover up a suddenly dry throat, and nodded.

AN: This was my first time writing a/b/o so maybe review? Tell me what you thought.