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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      No_Archive_Warnings_Apply, Major_Character_Death, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Game_of_Thrones_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Jaime_Lannister/Tyrion_Lannister
  Character:
      Jaime_Lannister, Tyrion_Lannister, Tywin_Lannister, Cersei_Lannister
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Canon_Divergence, Incest, Sibling_Incest, Shameless
      Smut, Explicit_Sex, Oral_Sex, Anal_Sex, Rimming, Frottage, Masturbation,
      Grinding, Making_Out, handjobs, Sexual_Experimentation, Lovers
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-05-18 Words: 1081
****** A Certain Man ******
by auroreanrave
Summary
     Jaime has always been close to his brother Tyrion. The whispers from
     around court say too close.
Notes
     Pure canon-divergent smut and sexually explicit, morally-dubious
     history of sex. I've attempted to give both boys a sense of sexual
     agency here, but this can obviously be interpreted differently and
     critiqued which I welcome.
     Written as a prompt for Marianne Lidell who commented on an earlier
     work of mine.
They've done this ever since they were children.
Casterly Rock is a sprawling place, big enough that Tyrion can sneak away, away
from the stares and the whispers, with his book under his arm. Jaime always
finds him, tucked away, and they talk - about their father, their mother, the
whispers of which servant got caught fucking which footman in the rear
stairwell.
"They're just idiots." Jaime says, swinging a long twig with his hand. He takes
swordfighting lessons from the maester-at-arms and is good, better than his
father, infinitely better than his grandfather. Tyrion isn't a fighter - he
prefers fighting with his words, with his tongue and his wits, able to counter
against the jibes with retorts.
"I'm aware of that. I just wish they were quieter idiots."
"We'll be out of here soon. I'll be a squire. A knight. You could be a maester,
or train in Oldtown."
"Father would never allow it." Tyrion's smirk is dark and rueful, a smile of a
man much older than Tyrion's thirteen years. Jaime feels desperately sad for
his brother, his closest friend, and it's born of this ache that makes him lean
forward and press a kiss to Tyrion's lips.
The kiss is nice, actually. It's not Jaime's first (a cousin of a cousin with
blonde hair and buck teeth had that honour) and it's probably not Tyrion's, but
it's still nicer than any Jaime's had before.
He curls a hand into the unruly nape of Tyrion's dirty blond hair and slides
his tongue into Tyrion's mouth to make him moan. They stay like this for a few
minutes, lazily trading tongues until Tyrion breaks away, laughing, a little
flushed.
"Steady on, dear brother. Save that for the whores." Tyrion stands, jovial and
happy, and Jaime spots the erection through the folds of Tyrion's trousers.
Jaime waits until Tyrion has gone, heading to Casterly Rock's library, before
he takes himself in hand and comes hard, into the sea and splashing onto the
cliffs, thinking of Tyrion's tongue and his smile and what it can do to him.
The kissing continues longer than Jaime envisioned; one night after their
father has finished dinner and the boys have been sent to their rooms (Cersei
remains entertaining a visiting noble from the Reach), Tyrion sneaks into
Jaime's chambers and kisses him, sliding into Jaime's lap as he sits in a chair
and rocking against him.
Their cocks are hard, Jaime's jutting hard into Tyrion's arse, Tyrion's curving
out from his belly, and Jaime frees Tyrion's cock, beginning to pleasure it
with his calloused hands. Tyrion rocks, needy and wanton, whispering dark,
filthy nothings into Jaime's ear, before shooting across Jaime's bare belly and
chest.
When Tyrion wraps his lips around Jaime's cock, Jaime lasts only a moment or
two before he comes into Tyrion's wicked, blessed mouth.
They do that a lot, afterwards.
===============================================================================
When Robert's Rebellion begins, the North uniting with the Stormlands, and King
Aerys begins assembling his armies, Jaime realises that he will become a
soldier under his father's command. Tyrion will remain at Casterly Rock with
Cersei.
The night before the Lannister forces depart, Jaime takes Tyrion's innocence,
his soft arse. The soldiers are too busy drinking and whoring and singing to
notice Jaime slip away from their party and sneak into Tyrion's room.
Tyrion is waiting. Oil from the lamps in a vial. Naked. Hard.
Jaime is gentle, or intends to be, working Tyrion open with his fingers until
Tyrion moans and begs Jaime to fuck him. Tyrion is small and solid and Jaime
picks him up easily, pressing him against the wall so Tyrion has to cling to
his shoulders as Jaime slides in, bracketing his hips.
"When I am away from you... know that I am always here." Jaime blurts out, and
Tyrion laughs and pulls him into a kiss, because they're brothers, they've
always been brothers, but they're also the most important person in each
other's lives, and always will be.
When they're done, both of them coming, their mouths pressed together, and they
slump to the ground, Tyrion in Jaime's lap, Tyrion mumbles that he loves Jaime
and Jaime says it back.
===============================================================================
The war goes worse. Tywin is killed in battle. Aerys is killed by Jaime. Robert
wins his war and a new world is born as the Targaryens flee across the Narrow
Sea.
In the aftermath, Tyrion rides out to Kings Landing to see Jaime. Jaime who is
now the heir to Casterly Rock, and the head of the Lannister family, and he
takes Jaime to the bedchambers and kisses him as whatever comfort they can
provide one another.
Soon after, Robert appoints Jaime as his Hand while electing to marry Cersei,
and Tyrion as Master of Coin, because Jaime recommends his brother and places
Casterly Rock under the protection of his uncle Kevan.
The kingdom settles into some kind of peace. And Jaime thinks his life is
actually better than he considered it might be.
===============================================================================
When they're older, they still fuck like this, like desperate teenagers, hidden
away in the secret places of Kings Landing; in the catacombs of the city, Jaime
fucks Tyrion with nothing but candlelight and spit; in Jaime's chambers in the
middle of the night, as the city slumbers, Tyrion takes Jaime apart with his
mouth, sucking his member until Jaime comes with a cry that could be heard in
Braavos.
They're both older now, unmarried, unwilling - it raises eyebrows and rumours,
but no one who wants to keep their head speaks out. Tyrion visits the
whorehouse enough times to create an impression of debauchery. Jaime is the one
he comes home to.
One night, years and years after they've arrived, Jaime raises his head from
the pillow, the curves of his arse raised to Tyrion's ministrations. Tyrion's
tongue is inside him, sucking and licking him to the point where Jaime is hard
enough to knock down the Wall itself.
"I think we could rule the world, dear brother." Tyrion raises his head, lips
wet and red, his pupils dilated, from between the clasp of Jaime's firm thighs.
From this position, Jaime can see Tyrion - naked, flushed, his cock hard and
red and leaking, ready for fucking into Jaime's hole.
"What do you think we've been doing all this time?" Tyrion's grin is devilish
and honest as he bends to kiss Jaime, and soon they're crying out into the
night, a roar worthy of a lion, and the world is theirs.
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