𝖆𝖊𝖌𝖔𝖓 𝖎𝖎

Aegon leaned backward, hands gripping the edge of the table as he pushed all his weight onto it.

"You don't want to fuck whores, you don't want to fuck servants, you don't want to fuck your own wife... then who do you want to fuck? You need a good fuck."

His fingers ran across the wooden table, till he stood in front of his friend, looking down at him.

"Does it frustrate you?" He mumbled, eyes narrowed with a new interest. "To know other men fuck her... does it upset you?" And he waited like a child who relished in creating chaos.

[...]

Ironic, coming from the very same man who could never keep it in his pants. But the idea of sharing Helaena with someone else sent a shiver down his spine.

The idea of sharing 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐧 twisted his guts.

Slowly, he walked back to him.

[...]

Devon would find an excuse not to leave. Yet, even the Lannister admitted the cruel offense made by his wife.

Aegon turned around to lock gaze with him and raised an eyebrow, confused, but not surprised.

"And you let her do it?"

[...]

A lady in his bed would fix Aegon's night, for sure. A warm bed and a warm body under him, with no duty, nothing to think about. No crown.

And the idea tickled him. Why couldn't they both leave now to get to his favorite place?

[...]

It took him a few seconds to notice the harshness of his words, and as he tried to relax his tensed body, he sighed.

"You deserve more than this boring talk."

As he walked to the fireplace, he eyed his best friend, a darker glint in his look.

"I don't want to talk about politics, or the realm, or my family, with you."

Yet, this was his daily life now. The crown, the council, the threat of his sister.

[...]

He pulled away first.

He brought his hand back to his lap, before he stood up, shaking his head, tongue clicking aggressively against his palate.

"Fuck the small council, I don't want to talk about it," he hissed like a mad cat.

[...]

Devon was the one who grabbed his wrist and refused to let go of him. Then why this sudden and false distance between them? As if the air between their faces had started to suffocate him.

And the king rolled his eyes, bothered by the new topic.

[...]

Without a warning, Devon broke the illusion.

He backed off, sat straight in his chair, and Aegon wondered what final word had forced him into this state. He frowned, unable to hide this strange mixture of frustration and confusion.

[...]

"...To stay with me tonight," he added after a few seconds, as if done on purpose. No, it was done on purpose. He let silence sink between his words.

"Your wife is missing something."

And quietly, his index finger meandered on Devon's wrist, drawing childish invisible circles. Begging to go further. Explore more.

He licked his bottom lip.

"But I want you..." He muttered in a lower, almost feverish, voice.

[...]

All night.

"All night?" He repeated, as if he might be mistaking. As if this must be a lie.

"So I am the mistress whom you cheat on your wife with?" He giggled, only because he knew he would never be the mistress. Never ever.

[...]

Should've named him Hand of the King, but his grandfather would've scoffed and died at this idea, calling him an imbecile.

His eyes followed for a moment the up and down of his thumb, before they went back to devouring Devon.

[...]

When Devon let go of his wrist, Aegon did not pull away. He let his thumb crawl to his palm, and Aegon simply let him do it.

There were things easier to do than loudly beg for his friend's attention. He remained the king – his wish should come first, and he wanted that man close all the time.
[...]

"I am a fool," he agreed. "But you're here and you missed me."

His king and his fool.

His free hand gently grabbed Devon's so he would losen his grip.

"You're pissed," he pouted, as if he wasn't responsible for it. "But I, too, am pissed that you left me all alone. I should be your priority, no?"

but with the scent of alcohol sticking to him and the amusement he could only get with the only man who didn't take him for a poor king or a failed son.

Imagining Devon as a whore suddenly drew a giggle out of him.

[...]

Threats fell on deaf ears, because the king knew they were lies, but the pride of a lion needed to be protected and shielded.

"... If you were a whore, I would've already been between your legs."

That awful smirk kept on mocking Devon. Not the same way he used to bully his baby brother,

[...]

Words laced with a sweet poison, the grip around his wrist burnt his skin. Aegon did not flinch. He remained composed, as if he expected this, had been asking for this.

And Aegon slightly bent forward, lacking the delicacy, but not the boldness.

[...]

His best friend, yes. And Aegon knew he was stabbing his best friend's ego way too much. Probably waited for a reaction, or some snappy words to put him back into place.

Anything.

And Aegon finally got his 'anything'.

[...]

"If you aren't here to kill me, nor keep me company because I asked for it... then you are here because you missed me so much."

And there was no room left for argument as he slid back the cup to his best friend.

Yet, even a fool could tell his dizzy state and the weak smirk on his face betrayed his true thoughts.

No such thing as kingslaying when Devon didn't lay a finger on him to retrieve his cup.

And without much thinking, he took a sip from his best friend's drink.

[...]

"I run into whores all the time." His words whipped the air with a newly found annoyance. "But I don't sneak in their chambers late at night. You're the only one who feels entitled to... what if you have come to kill me?"

Furrowed eyebrows matched the serious tone of his speech.

[...]

By his sides.

Aegon wanted the Lannister near him every single time, without uttering a word, like a dog followed its master.

How come Devon's duty could be so important and exhausting him, when Aegon himself managed to run away from his own?

[...]

And taking the cup away from the Lannister awoke the reaction Aegon waited for. And every time his friend tried to reach for it, the king fought him back with the amusement of children who never take 'no' for an answer.

"I shouldn't have to ask for your presence. You should know your place."

[...]

Aegon shook his head as Devon fell for it – fucking his wife, of course the king would never say no to a pretty pair of legs, but Aegon believed him to be smarter than that.

"Not like you care much," he mumbled. A glint in his eyes mocked him. "If you don't fuck her, someone's got to do it."

[...]

He looked away for a moment, pouting like a scolded child, then stared at his best friend out of the corner of his eyes.

"You entered my room like a mistress afraid to be caught." He tilted his head, narrowed eyes scanning the Lannister. "You missed me just as much as I missed you..."

"I am drunk, not blind," he spat, now slidding the cup as far away as possible from his best friend.

"Fuck your wife and brothers," he rolled his eyes, letting go of whatever sympathy he might have shown for others. "I am the king – is there someone more important than me in that realm?"

[...]

Sarcasm matched too well with alcohol, but it never seemed to annoy Devon. Or the king never noticed. Might be just as blind as the wife who couldn't understand why her husband refused to share a bed.

Aegon leaned forward, and as he stretched out his arm, curious fingers grabbed Devon's cup.

[...]

"I'd be speaking from experience if I've got the chance to be between her thighs...," he said with amusement. "Then I'd be able to tell you if she is of the jealous breed."

But all women shared the same breed. And all married women shared this pride that could only be dishonored by husbands.

[...]