Decades later

It had been some time since Jon Targaryen, first of his name ascended the Iron Throne. Aegon had died after a quick illness and Jon rose to take his place, ushering in a new era for the realm. He had quickly named the Warden of the West, Joffrey Lannister as his Hand and together they ruled the kingdoms with a harsh but fair hand. No one knew the truth about the children they had conceived, with Jon claiming Aerys and Maegor as his Bastards with a Westerlands while Joffrey had claimed their youngest son, Tywin as his get. Jon legitimised Tywin as a trueborn Lannister, but held off on doing so for the twins after some pushback had been given by his small council, fearing another Blackfyre situation.

Despite that, Jon ruled well and mostly enjoyed a peaceful reign. That was, until the Golden Company arrived on their shores one day and unleashed a war that had set most of the land on edge. Jon rallied his forces personally, pushing the invaders back until they were mostly confined to the Stormlands in a deadly stalemate.

Jon found himself camped with his army near the edges of the enemy territory, eyes scanning over a map of the area and listening to his advisors all suggest a cause of action that would allow them to swoop in and peirce the enemy’s defences. Eventually he waved them all away, all save for Joffrey, who sat watching him with his predatory green eyes.

“Are you going in?” He asked lazily, “in through the forest?”

Jon hummed thoughtfully. “Perhaps, the locals seem to know of a few paths that we might be able to sneak men through,” he tapped the map, “ though there are enough smugglers who might be able to sneak us in through the coast.”

“You’ll lead the men yourself?”

“Of course,” he frowned at Joffrey, “I presume you’ll return to the Capitol?”

“You presume correct,” Joffrey slowly moved himself up and approached Jon, “but before I do, there is the matter of the boys.”

Jon sighed in discontent. “Not this again, there’s no need for it now.”

“If you are to die, what will their future be?” Joffrey hissed. “They’ll be nothing more than Bastards!”

“Royal bastards,” Jon corrected, “I’ve acknowledged them and the court knows they are of noble blood on both sides thanks to your dead cousin,” he looked up at the Lannister, “But that doesn’t matter, because i’ll be taking them with me on this occasion.”

Emerald eyes burned with fury. “What in the name of the fucking gods are you thinking?” Joffrey’s voice grew into a shriek, “they could be killed!”

Jon did not flinch. “It’s a possibility, but a low one. They’ll be kept safe next to me, surrounded by knights.” He smirked, “It’ll be good for them to taste real combat. Every ruler must experience it.”

There was a shift in expression across Joffrey’s pouty face, and Jon knew that his mercurial mind had changed quickly. A sultry smile replaced his snarl, and his hands ran up Jon’s chest and shoulders. “Well, if that’s the case,” he leaned up and kissed Jon, sucking on his tongue as though it was the tastiest morsel, “I better enjoy what might be my last fuck.”

Joffrey had removed his own breeches and undone Jon’s tunic and breeches with a deftness I’d movement that had come from years of practice. Joffrey pushed him back onto the table and was straddling him, rubbing his ass against Jon’s naked cock. The Lannister reached down and took hold of Jon’s cock aligning it to his hole as he began to slide his legs apart further and further, slowly spearing himself with the shaft.

Jon found himself lost in the pleasure of Joffrey’s ass. It was an intoxicant that he was a **** to, a well he had to drink from like a man lost in the desert. Joffrey bucked himself in instinctive response, completely burying Jon’s cock inside of him.

“You better fuck me like you mean it,” Joffrey groaned, running a hand through his golden curls, “maybe...you’ll...ugh...fuck another son into me...”

The words drove him mad, his hands grabbing tightly on the firm ass currently bouncing on his cock. He thrust upwards, eager to meet Joffrey at every occasion. His eyes closed as the pleasure washed over him. It felt like an eternity of madness before he felt Joffrey’s ass squeeze down demandingly, his lust-filled voice a high shriek that was silenced by a fierce kiss from Jon. He felt something wet between them as Joffrey found his release and it was not long after that Jon found his own.

They stay together, still joined as they were, for a few moments catching their breath. Joffrey’s green eyes lowered to Jon’s stomach where a pool of cum lay. With a devious grin, he removed himself and went down to clean the king before licking a trail down to suckle at the cock that had been buried in his ass moments previous. Satisfied, he kissed the head and got to his feet.

He dressed in silence and made to leave. He paused, glanced at Jon and said, “I hope you enjoyed your last taste of heaven, before you meet the seven hells,” with a laugh he strolled from the tent.