A translation of Omega inadecuado by Dxty. On Ao3 (Archive of our own)
Summary: Timeline clarification: this happens 6 months after Aemond's first child is born and Lucerys is invited back by his husband.
The tournament for the celebration of the name day of his husband's cousin, is an event for which Aemond has been preparing for a month along with his husband's servants, they asked his opinion on any aspect. Since he gave birth to his son, his husband has relegated more tasks to him. Happy to receive his son, who in a few moons will also be celebrating his name day, his husband prepares to receive the visitors on the landing, too satisfied with his relationship.
The colors of his husband's house stand out from all the others, his dominance over the land is evident. Even so, Aemond clings to his Targaryen blood and dresses in the colors of his house, his husband has no complaints, he likes to brag that he is married into the royal family for Aemond's sake. He sees it more as an extension of the power that he wishes he had.
Aemond's father is no longer the owner of the seven kingdoms, but his half-sister, the relationship between the family has never been better, this is clear due to the marriage between Aegon and Jacaerys. His brother Aegon will be crowned alongside Jacaerys when Rhaenyra finishes ruling.
"My nephew is pleased with the attention from the maids," his husband comments as he leans in next to him. Aemond subtly looks in the direction of the young man, he is surrounded by maidens who talk around his expressing his congratulations.
"His mother will be more than happy that she's finally settling down," he says, turning his gaze to his husband. Your sister-in-law keeps talking about your nephew's possible union with Tully's daughter.
"Ensuring a good marriage from the beginning is better than having to wait for nature to do its thing," says his husband, lightly resting his hand on his. You could seek the betrothal of our son to any of your brother Aegon's sons.
Aemond gently removes his hand from his husband's.
— Our son, the only thing he does for now is try to hold his head by himself. He hasn't even introduced himself yet.
— That's why I consider it appropriate to already have another baby — he says — in case the first presents as an omega, we can expect the second to present as an alpha. Or the opposite.
Aemond sighs inwardly, thinking about the idea of the alpha. A mother herself had already mentioned how he should offer up his child before Rhaenyra went ahead and offered Visenya marriage. He didn't want to rush things, he didn't want to overwhelm his son with the thought of a promise made when he hadn't even taken his first steps.
He just looks at the alpha and offers him a smile.
"Yes, alpha," he replies before bringing the glass of wine and drinking from it.
His husband agrees with his answer, leans over his neck and kisses his Omega gland. At the same time, his hand slides down his thigh and Aemond drinks the viscous liquid again.
A man prostrates himself before them, and to his relief, his husband lets him back and focuses his gaze on the messenger. He snaps his fingers hurrying the boy up.
"My lord, Prince Lucerys Velaryon has landed at Vhagar's house," he announces, "he is about to arrive."
Aemond seeks the gaze of his husband, who nods and dismisses the beta messenger.
— Did you invite my nephew? She... he questions.
He knew that Lucerys's letter of invitation was not sent, he herself told his husband that Rhaenyra's second son did not even visit his mother for his celebration, unless he wanted to attend the name day of his husband's cousin. . He didn't say this last because he knew that his husband would rather believe that he was more important than he really was.
His husband pounded the table and lifted his hand to kiss his knuckles.
— The last time you tried to poison him, this time you're going to behave. Take good care of him," he murmured, squeezing his hand over his.
Aemond looked up to see his nephew appear in the drawing room, he was dressed in dark leather and his curly hair was disheveled, an inappropriate way to introduce himself to a banquet, but it seemed he made his eyes complement each other as he began to listen. whispers around.
Lucerys headed towards them, greeting some men he guessed he recognized on the way.
Aemond did not realize that his husband was still holding his hand until Lucerys's eyes fell on him. He gently withdrew his hand and nodded to his nephew.
"Prince of the tides, it was a pleasure to receive you," his husband said, standing up. His hands pointed to the banquet. — We invite you to share the food.
The Omega observes the eyes of his nephew fixed on him. Aemond purses his lips and looks away.
He has a flash memory of Lucerys holding him in his arms, but he immediately pushes him away.
— It's good to be back — he says, his gaze has not stopped seeing him and Aemond begins to get nervous — uncle Aemond, I have received the news of your maternity. Congratulations to mebos.
His fingers twitch and he's squeezing his skin under the table. Would Lucerys be able to go back on the word he gave him?
"I have brought a present for his heir, but I'm afraid it will arrive later on the boat," he says, addressing his husband. The alpha is grinning, excited on behalf of his son.
- Thank you, prince. My son is proof that even this old man can do more than move the sheets. A worthy heir to his father.
Lucerys has slid into the chair next to his husband who has assigned his place by shifting his sister-in-law one chair lower in favor of his new chief guest.
"Husband," he holds his hand on the table. "I'm sure Prince Lucerys didn't come all the way to hear about the paternity.
"Okay, man," Lucerys offers with a smile.
— Have you thought of an Omega to have an heir, prince? - Asks his husband with confidence.
"Oh, it's my queen's favorite conversation," Lucerys teases. His husband laughs too.
Aegon has recounted in letters that Lucerys is a pain in the ass for Rhaenyra who wants him to settle down so he can have an heir to the Driftmark. The alpha rejects the omegas that his mother suggests, in a desperate attempt he even tries to offer alpha maidens. None had any effect because Lucerys was spending more time at sea and with omegas from port to port.
One of the servants sets a plate for his nephew and fills his glass with wine.
"Paternity is the highlight of an alpha," his husband comments, looking at Lucerys, but looking for his hand as he does lately. "Maybe settling down is good for you."
Lucerys turns his gaze from him to him as he takes a sip of his wine.
"He found me guilty of running away from such pleasure," he replies, without animosity. "What about you, Uncle Aemond?"
Aemond doesn't understand the question, which he finds strange since he hasn't missed any details of the conversation. He is worried that his niece will break the blood oath he swore to him and expose him in front of his husband.
— Is being a mother also a peak moment for omegas? he asks, there is a twinkle in his eye and Aemond smiles at him unable to stop the smile that slips from his lips when he mentions his son.
— Our son has brought happiness to my life — he is ashamed of how the tension leaves his body when he thinks of his son.
A strange sensation grips his lower belly and he wants to chide himself for finding joy in the idea that his child is indeed theirs.
Lucerys licks his lip as he watches him.
Aemond is forced to look away from his as his husband leans over him and strokes his chin with one finger before placing a chaste kiss on his lips.
Lucerys clears his throat and looks away.
"You're beautiful, husband," his alpha determines with a rough smile.
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Aemond sits in the comfort of his tent, as do the rest of the noble Omegas. There are servants bringing wine, fruits and cakes.
Conversation with noble omegas is boring, no one has anything interesting to say until they actually do it, often it's gossip from other omegas who haven't been able to attend.
"Lady Deanea seems very interested in having her daughter presented to Prince Lucerys," the woman says as she puts a cherry in her mouth.
Aemond adjusts his cushion and observes the women discreetly, he knows that they find his appearance intimidating so he avoids associating with them. He continues to drink from his glass of water and focuses his gaze on the liquid as he strains his ears to hear better.
"I'm afraid she'll find nothing but disappointment," Lady Arey quips. — The prince has rejected even the princess of Dorne, the scrawny daughter of Lady Deanea has nothing to offer.
Lady Deanea is the sister-in-law of her husband, he must know of those intentions. He now realizes why her husband seemed insistent on showing how good it is for an alpha to have an omega that gives him an heir.
All the women are laughing at the comment, Aemond rolls his eyes at him, he would rather have gone hunting with the others. He has long since missed out on the joys of using a bow and following his prey.
In Landing, his mother allowed him to go as long as he remained at a distance and just watched. Cole was always around "taking care of him", Aemond appreciated the way Cole took care of him. The alpha protector of his mother, had taught him everything he knew about fighting and during hunts also taught him to use the bow, looking proud when he caught his first rabbit.
At least in those moments he allowed himself to feel that someone was proud of him and cared enough to take the time to teach him, something he never sensed coming from his absent father.
Aemond pushes away the memory when he notices that one of the noble women of one of the vassal houses of his husband is looking at him, he realizes that the others they are doing it too.
"I was asking how he is after the birth of his first child, His Majesty," says the woman.
— The gods have been kind in allowing our Lord to have an heir, he spent many years and many inappropriate omegas — another one comments. Aemond smiles at both of them, trying to make his gesture convey the kindness that he is not feeling at the moment.
Of course there were rumors coming from every corner of the lands, but Aemond always appealed to the gods and the blessing they sent him. No one asked after those words, and if he did Aemond would not reveal in what form the blessing of the gods came.
— Our future lord, he is a very cute baby, I can't wait to see the great man he is going to become.
Aemond has grown weary of listening to false courtesies and feeling gentle at every word from women.
To his relief, the sound of horses kicking back and galloping is heard in the distance, announcing the return of the men. At least they'll have something better to talk about for a while, and the din of the bunch of armed men chasing a rabbit or a deer will silence the voice of every single noblewoman, and Aemond will be able to escape to his own tent and sleep by his side. son.
A boy runs into the store and runs to his mother who welcomes him with open arms, it's his first hunt and she looks euphoric when he starts babbling about what he saw on the trip.
The women are moved by the boy and begin to comment on how their sons acted during their first hunt.
"…and the cousin put an arrow through Prince Lucerys.
Aemond is startled and directs his attention to the boy, he continues talking about how his cousin aimed his arrow at Prince Lucerys and so much blood came out. He lifts his seat and leaves the tent, the men seem calm around them, none of them show real concern that they have murdered Rhaenyra's heir, for which Aemond relaxes, if there was bad news he would already know.
He starts to feel stupid when he approaches Lucerys' shop and sees that no one is there. He fell for the exaggerations of a boy excited by his first hunt.
He enters the store unannounced and is greeted by the sight of a shirtless Lucerys Velaryon, it is the first time he has been able to see his chest closely, the last time he did he only felt his warm skin against his hers.
He recognizes the dried blood on his nephew's skin, but it's nothing to worry about. The maester is cleaning his wound with gauze, he stops and bows as he sees him approaching.
"My lord," greets the maester before returning his hands to the task of healing the wound of his nephew.
Aemond, thanks to his closeness, allows himself to admire his nephew's body, his shoulders are broad, there are scars on his chest, he doesn't know if they were won in fights, but he feels the heat paint his cheeks. he at the thought of Lucerys fighting. He can imagine the alpha being wild.
Lucerys catches his gaze spying on his exposed body and smiles at him.
"That's enough, master, I'll help my nephew," he orders the master. The beta looks at him in disbelief, his eyebrows go up and he asks if he's sure he wants to take care of the wound. "Very sure, please leave us alone.
The man complies with his order and says goodbye to both before starting to walk towards the entrance of the store.
Aemond bites his lip as he takes the cotton cloth the beta was wearing, dips it into the liquid, and gently runs it over the battered skin. Lucerys doesn't move and lets him clean the wound.
— I thought you would be more skillful in the hunt — he says — I heard that my husband's nephew went through you like a skewer.
Lucerys takes his hand.
— And you had to come to confirm — the alpha smiles — his kindness surprises me, man. Your concern captivates me.
Aemond twists his hand over the alpha's and places it in his lap, holding him back to continue doing his work.
His fingers are allowed to touch the scars on the alpha's chest appreciating the reliefs on his skin, but there is a small stone on his neck that draws his attention.
"It's identical to the one you sent me," he admits, the stone is similar to the one Lucerys sent when he told him he was expecting a child. — My husband can't see this, please hide it.
Lucerys laughs.
"So you kept it?" —Aemond wishes to deny, but he kept the gift and have used it long enough for his husbend to recognize him and will buy a more suitable one for him to wear, naming the necklace after a trinket.
Lucerys's hands attract hers again. Aemond looks up at the doorway and wants to pull away from the touch, but he finds herself giving in to him.
"If I knew you would use it, I would have worked hard to get a more beautiful jewel," the alpha murmurs.
The Omega denies, he finds the jewel fascinating, although it is true that he has more precious jewels among the gifts that he has given to his husband. Lucerys' gift felt different. Now that he knew that Lucerys had sent his necklace identical to his, his gift felt even better. I imagine the alpha looking for a jewel to match his, or maybe he bought them at the same time.
"It's pretty, it's unconventional, but it's pretty," he replied, wishing she'd worn it today.
The alpha smiles at him, as if he's just been told good news. Aemond stepped back when he realized that his thighs were touching the alpha's knees.
Maybe he should go.
But stopping at the look on Lucerys's expression, the alpha shifted his gaze from him and watched him with the same intensity as he had when Aemond introduced himself to him.
"Aemond you're leaking," he informed, pointing directly at his chest.
Aemond looked down at his chest and found that indeed he was dripping with milk and it had already moistened the cloth that covered his chest.
During the pregnancy his breasts grew and closed into small breasts filled with milk to nurse his child. It was normal in the omegas, but this was quickly removed because the mothers were in charge of feeding the babies.
- Do you still have milk? the alpha asks with confusion. His eyes do not stop seeing his chest and Aemond sighs, now that he has noticed the stain and finds it embarrassing, he pulls the wet cloth. — The child is six months old.
Aemond rolls his eyes, knowing exactly how old his son is.
"I don't trust wetnurses to feed him," he explains, as he draws a piece of cotton and wipes on the cloth trying to soak up the milk.
Lucerys leans in and sniffs his scent. Aemond pushes him back.
"Shit, Aemond you smell delicious," the alpha says, pulling him back, his hands holding his waist. "I thought you smelled like that because of maternity, but it's actually milk." You smell so sweet. exquisite
Aemond gives up on the idea of cleaning himself and instead his Omega moves interested in the alpha's praise, he bites his lip as he watches Lucerys lick his.
He had said "next time I will use my mouth".
Aemond leans into the alpha as he nuzzles his thumb along his waist. He then remembers his husband's words during the banquet.
He catches his nephew's chin and Lucerys's eyes move away from his chest and focus on his violet eye.
"My husband wants a new child," he says, there's no room for shyness, not after what they've both shared.
Lucerys closes his legs and draws him in, Aemond allows the alpha to place him on his lap, he feels through his thighs the hardness of his nephew's throbbing member.
"Are you asking me to give you another child, uncle?" She teases the alpha, as he brushes his hair off his shoulder and breathes in his scent. Aemond shifts in his lap, letting out a gasp as his tongue licks at it. — How greedy you have become, you are not satisfied with the son I have given you. You want me to plant a bastard seed in your womb again.
Aemond wants to agree despite the embarrassing nature of the words.
- What will I do with you? the alpha asks. Lucerys pulls away from his neck and grasps his face, so close to his that Aemond has a hard time seeing his nephew with his single eye, pulling back enough to lock his gaze on the alpha's eyes.
"Give me another child," He replies, his nervous gaze wavering before shifting to the alpha's lips. The last time they kissed, Lucerys was the one who claimed his mouth, this time he went ahead to do it.
His lips moved against his nephew's, sliding in a slow sway.
Lucerys breaks the kiss and walks away from his. Aemond gasps at the loss.
— I will — he says, he breaks the distance to give his a chaste kiss again — I only ask that you let me drink your milk — he adds between kisses.
Aemond narrows his eyes, wondering if he should accept, milk is his child's food, not some strange end for an alpha. But Lucerys is asking next to nothing in exchange for giving his everything he needs.
"The milk is to feed my children, not for your lustful purposes, Lucerys," he comments with a frown, as he brings his hands to the ties that close the robe he's wearing today. Lucerys smiles at his and his fingers collide with his in an awkward search to help.
Aemond pushes back the fabric of the robe and his breasts are covered only by the bandage of his bodice, Lucerys helping him lower it enough to reveal his nipples that have grown from nursing.
"You are a delight, Aemond," the alpha moans, before leaning down and capturing his nipple between his lips.
Aemond lets out a long moan, shocked by the sensation, he thought it would feel the same as when his child was fed, but the feeling is not the same. The sensation goes directly to his crotch, he moves his hips involuntarily and his fingers plunge into the alpha's hair, wanting to hold him back if Lucerys thinks of backing off.
His crotch is on fire and he wants to be touched like The last time Lucerys took it, he wishes his fingers would find that spot that made him shiver again.
By this point Lucerys has changed breasts and his hands are rubbing his hips while his Omega screams from his seeking his release.
"Lucerys, touch me like last time," he requests, pulling the alpha's hair away from his chest. - Please.
Lucerys licks his nipple before his lips lift and his mouths meet again. Aemond gasps against the alpha as he tastes his own milk on his tongue.
"You say I'm lecherous, but you're going to let me take you into camp, where anyone could walk in or walk past and hear those pretty moans coming out of your mouth." What do you think your alpha would do if he walked into the store and saw you like this?
Aemond groans again and his fingers claw at the alpha's neck.
"Lucerys," Aemond grumbles as he fantasizes about the alpha finding them. He pushes down on the alpha so that his mouth is again sucking on his chest. — He would give you the right over me, he is not an alpha. Just one excuse.
The alpha kisses his chest while his hands are seeking to get rid of the clothes that are in his way, his hands go to the laces of his pants and free him. The treatment is rough, but Aemond can barely contain himself as he strokes Lucerys' erection.
- Would you like that? the alpha asks, his hips thrusting into him and a moan leaving his lips. — That he sees how he fucks an Omega properly, how I make sounds from your mouth that he will never be able to achieve.
Aemond groans in anguish at how much he really wishes this happened, he has turned dirty indeed. Completely ruined by the idea that his alpha is able to see that there is actually someone who wants him, and that he doesn't just belong to an alpha who asks him to introduce himself and push him on the bed.
Lucerys's hands are reaching into his pants and Aemond pulls away from him momentarily, to slide the pants off, he blushes to see that he is completely drenched by his own stain drenching his pants. Lucerys inhales the scent and leans down to plant a kiss on his hip, his fingers digging in parting both cheeks and pulling him back into his lap.
They share a kiss as Lucerys' fingers slowly work it up, moving in and out of his hole, excited with the expectation of pleasure after the last time we were together. Over a year Aemond had to squeeze his eyes shut as he let his husband push behind his body and ended with the memory of how Lucerys took him in Vhagar's house.
The alpha's fingers come out of his body and Aemond helps his nephew slide into his body, moaning into each other's mouths when he has bottomed out.
They stay like that for a moment longing to save this moment after the long wait, Lucerys's arms wrap around his waist and Aemond allows them to scent around the alpha, letting his nose rub against the alpha's scent glands. He feels complete after the emptiness he left months ago.
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Lucerys has washed himself of the scent of his uncle when he shows up hours later for the dinner they have served at the camp, there is a huge wild boar that the hunters managed to capture and some other animals skewered on fire.
The merriment is at camp when the campfires have settled down and even the youngest unintroduced run through the camp with wreaths on their heads.
"Prince" says a young Omega who approaches him, she has a crown in her hands. — A crown of azaleas? Her," she offers with a smile.
Lucerys nods and leans over for the girl to place the crown on his head, the others have one of his so he accepts it without hesitation.
— Oh, Mistress, here you are — a woman approaches them, he recognizes her as the sister-in-law of Aemond's husband, he cannot remember the name of the Omega. — Prince I see that he has met my daughter
Lucerys nods to the woman, but his gaze focuses behind them where he can see how Aemond who is holding his child is leaning too close to his husband as the alpha also places a wreath of azaleas on his head. from his uncle.
His loose hair is falling over his shoulders and the crown makes him look like he has a halo, like a mother. He looks so pure, but Lucerys knows that he defiled him only a few hours ago, and that the Omega wanted it as much as he did.
Aemond hugs his son to his body and is smiling when his gaze meets his.
Lucerys smiles at him, unable to remember seeing a more beautiful sight than that in a long time.