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Baelor was a righteous man, he always was, he always will be.
In these twenty four years he’d been here he never once doubted such.
It was easy to convince himself that after repenting, until that particular dream happened.
“Slouching”. Baelor said in a stern voice as his hand pressed against the small of Maekar’s back whilst his little brother recited words at the altar, he loomed over Maekar, eyes fixated on the way his younger brother’s expression twitched in annoyance.
It amused Baelor, of course it did.
A faint smirk pulled to the corners of his lips, touch lingering a little too long against his brother.
The moment Maekar began to speak again from a book of the faith, Baelor stopped him, his hand reaching out from behind and slamming the book closed, the sudden action made the smaller boy jump.
"You skipped a whole line, Maekar".
Maekar also hated the humiliation that ran through him the moment Baelor started tutting at him.
"What would the other Septons think? What would the Seven think?
Maekar pressed his lips together in a straight line, vex pulling to his brow though even if he wanted to express his annoyance, he refused to have Baelor's disappointment glower down on him when he already had that from the rest of the Septons and Septas but such from Baelor? That's the only opinion he really cared for, he didn't even care for his Mother or Father's at such an age, even less for his other brothers.
No, Baelor was the only one who even took notice of him, the only one that guided him towards his eternal salvation that would lead him into the hearts of the Seven.
"We start from the beginning, you'll continue to do so until you get your reciting perfect, Sweetling".
Ah, that nickname.
Maekar bowed his head in shame at his own thoughts, at seventeen he should have grown out of the nickname— and he had, in a way.
But now he thought of such in ways that were unbecoming of a Prince, unbecoming of someone practicing the Faith, unbecoming of a brother.
Maekar swallowed, hoping it wasn't too audible and he shallowly nodded, reaching out towards the book to open it again but Baelor's hand was over his in a heartbeat causing confusion to write over Maekar's embarrassment.
"The very beginning". Not just the start of the chapter they'd resumed at.
Maekar's face twisted as he turned his head to look at his older brother and only then did he realise just how close Baelor was up behind to him, his chest pressed firmly against Maekar's back and his chin practically cradling on the blond's shoulder.
"Baelor, you can't simply—".
Maekar's words were cut off by that incessant tutting again, he loathed it.
"That's brother to you, Maekar, and yes, yes I can, if this is what it takes for you to perfect this then so be it, you know what the Septons require of you; nothing less than perfection".
Though those words coming from Baelor's lips weren't exactly his own, he already thought Maekar resonated with perfection, that he was born from it, he couldn't simply transcend anymore than what he came into this world as being because Maekar was simply the definition of such.
Maekar let out a huff through his nose as he opened the heavy book from the very beginning, eyes focusing on the introduction in Valyrian, he was always fluent in it and never once was his mother tongue difficult to understand, that wasn't the distraction, unfortunately Baelor was the bane of his focus.
His brother welled emotions Maekar couldn't quite understand— well, until he was touching himself under the cover of night in the private quarters of his chambers, hand over his mouth and the other slipped under his breeches.
And every morning he'd repent for his unspoken sins.
Then again, Baelor always told him;
"The Septons say we must love our brothers".
Perhaps Baelor's words hadn't alluded to what his debauched mind conjured up by his lonesome but Maekar could wallow in his guilt in solitary.
Because any loving brother acted similar to their sibling the way Baelor did Maekar, right?.
The ghosting touches, the looks of adoration, Baelor's fingers pressing against his waist, guiding Maekar to hold his pen properly, to grip his sword right.
When he'd grabbed Maekar's face at fifteen and taught him how to kiss the woman he was promised to in the coming future.
Surely it was all customary.
But Maekar barely got a word out in Valyrian before he felt Baelor's hand drop to his hip only to trail in front of the velvet tunic he was wearing.
Maekar may have thought he it was innocent if his mind wasn't already plagued with lust, then again Baelor's fingers were teasing at the hem of his outfit, so close to his crotch it was making Maekar think of anything other than this damn fucking book.
Maekar was starting to truly resent this book, it was humiliating stuttering out the words while he had to be subjected to his elder brother's fondling.
"Baelor—" Maekar's words fell dry from his mouth as he swallowed thereafter, he tried focusing on the page in front of him but even his vision was being distorted from his mind being preoccupied with something else.
Seven Above, he just wished Baelor would reach into his breeches and press his fingers inside his cunt.
The very thought only made arousal spike within Maekar and he internally cursed, wishing his own damnation as he shifted uncomfortably, praying Baelor wouldn't notice a thing.
Of course he noticed, his brother always noticed.
That and Maekar's scent wasn't leaving anything up to the imagination, curse his biology.
"Maekar?" Baelor asked him like he hadn't a single clue how he effected his little brother but it was all feigned innocence because Baelor knew exactly his actions and their consequences, he had all along.
"Are you alright? You're heating up? You feel—" like the epitome of the original sin, all things unholy in a mask of alluring youth.
Baelor didn't speak on his thoughts as the gaze he gave his brother spoke more than any words could; eyes hungrily basking in the impurity to ruin what integrity Maekar had left.
Even Baelor felt his heart pick up just thinking about it, the last bit of innocence his brother's body held, all for his elder brother to take.
Though Baelor was no fool, despite the knowledge he had from his dreams, he knew all too well just how dreadful a man his thoughts, his actions made him, but perhaps the accursed name of Baelor damned him all along.
Baelor's hand reached up to cradle the side of Maekar's neck before burying his nose against the scent gland there, the Omega's arousal was so potent it was causing a stir in his loins that Baelor didn't seem to care to hide; his fattening cock tenting his breeches and pressing up against Maekar's backside.
Maekar's breath hitched in a way that shattered every bit of purity he was still grasping to, especially when his body seemed to act on its own, hips pressing back against Baelor's front.
"Brother—".
"Why must you do this to me Maekar".
Deep down Baelor knew this wasn't the Omega's fault, he knew it was entirely his own, the moment Maekar had come out of the womb and Baelor was a boy of eight he'd been fixated on him.
It only worsened when Maekar grew into a teenager and began to invade Baelor's dreams that would force a hand around his cock as he whispered his brother's name.
"The Seven must be damned to have you smelling like this around me, is this what you wanted Maekar? To reduce me to a rutting Alpha?"
Still, naturally, Baelor had convinced himself to put all the blame on his poor youngest brother.
"No, Baelor I—".
But Maekar's words were cut off by Baelor's wandering hands, sneaking between his tunic and under the front of his trousers and making every single one of the Omega's corrupt thoughts come to life.
Baelor's fingers were spreading his cunt, forefinger stroking between his slick folds, Maekar's body only reacted normally as his thighs pressed shut around his elder brother's hand.
"What are you doing?"
Maekar's voice was elevated whilst his fingers grabbed the edges of the thick book hard enough to begin to curl the paperboard.
But Baelor's only answer was kicking his brother's legs apart, pressing his finger inside Maekar's tight hole eliciting an overwhelmed whimper from the poor boy.
"Baelor, please".
Maekar's words sobbed out though despite his reaction this was everything he'd been craving.
"God's above, you've enchanted me with your wickedness". Baelor whispered to him, allowing Maekar's guilt to fester.
"It wouldn't be becoming of you to stop reading, dear brother".
Baelor was truly the wicked one of the two.
"Qubroti jās" Maekar whispered to himself at Baelor's wondrous cruelty as he stared down at the book, if he was finding it difficult to focus his mind before he wasn't sure how he was ever going to cope like this as Baelor fucked his finger in and out of his cunt, which had only ever been pleasured with his own hands before, even his thoughts had never been so imaginative than the very real instance now.
Still, Maekar tried his best, if not for Baelor then surely for the Seven judging his every instance but once more those words that Baelor always muttered to him circulated in his head, if the Septon's were so insistent of loving thy brother then surely these were just actions.
Yes, Baelor would agree too, no doubt about it.
The writing on the pages made no sense in his head, both English and Valyrian getting mixed up in his words as he tried his hardest to recite from the book once again.
Maekar's fingers almost tore the ancient text as he spoke in jumbled sentences.
Even through the bittersweet agony, Baelor never ceased his touching, instead he indulged Maekar's cunt more as he snuck a second figure inside of his little brother.
"Still struggling dear brother? You're almost a man grown, you shouldn't be finding it difficult to mutter a few sentences".
Baelor's voice resonated against Maekar's neck, nose still pressed up against the sensitive gland, the Alpha was probably getting an intoxicating high from just breathing the Omega in.
Maekar swore again, this time in English as his legs threatened to close again if it wasn't for Baelor's own leg keeping them apart, he could feel his slick rolling down the side of his thighs and the inside of his small clothes were probably soaked.
Great Seven, he was just thankful they were all by their lonesome.
"I do wonder what The Seven—".
"Fuck The Seven". Maekar's words were half a growl, half a pathetic mewl as he rolled his hips forward against Baelor's hand.
"And— and fuck you".
Perhaps not the wisest words to say, Maekar didn't truly mean it, but Baelor was soon twisting them to satisfy his own depravity.
"I will, I swear it to you I will, for the God's have shaped your cunt for me, Maekar, a place where I will put my seed when they will it so".
Baelor's hand had curled around the front of Maekar's neck, forcibly tilting the Omega's head to the side so the twos eyes could lock together.
Baelor had every bit of promise in his gaze.
"The Septons preach their chastity to keep you evermore pure and yet The Crone comes to me in my reverie with visions of myself taking you as did Aegon the Conqueror's sister's took him or how Maegor the Cruel took his own sweet brother, not even the Septons are above the will of the God's, little brother".
Maekar's tearful eyes stared at his elder brother, half lidded and no doubt his head would have rested on the alter if it wasn't for Baelor's hand around his neck, the other posing as an anchor inside his cunt as the elder's fingers curled just enough to send the Omega over the edge, a final cry pulling from those spit slicked lips as Maekar released himself all over the Alpha's quickened hand.
If it wasn't for Baelor's guidance, perhaps Maekar would be wallowing in the guilt that had built up in his heart over the years, but he couldn't doubt Baelor's sincere words of the God's showing him the just path.
For The Seven had willed this, so who was Maekar Targaryen to question it?