The Maddest Obsession → aemond targaryen, hotd

Chapter 21: Now And Forever

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Shit is about to turn really dark. Enjoy the blissful Daermond moments!
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The air in Daervon's chambers is thick with tension, a sharp contrast to the silence as he steps in. The first thing his eyes catch is the flicker of the fireplace, the flames casting shadows on the tall, silver-haired figure standing before it. Aemond, always intense and brooding, turns to face him, his expression dark.

"Did you enjoy your time with Lady Shireen?" Aemond's voice is sharp, tinged with something more dangerous.

Daervon raises a brow, noting the bite in his lover's tone. "She is beautiful like the flowers and gorgeous like the moon. A maiden of elegance and grace." He watches with amusement as Aemond's jaw tightens, the jealousy flaring in his single visible eye.

Aemond's expression hardens even further, his lips pressing into a thin line. "What's wrong? Are you jealous?" Daervon teases, unbuckling his boots as he sinks onto the settee, exhaustion settling over him.

"No, I'm not," Aemond replies curtly, though the lie is obvious. His voice is too clipped, his demeanor too stiff.

Daervon chuckles, shaking his head. "It's written all over your face."

Aemond grumbles, the jealousy swirling inside him despite his denial. "No... fine," he sighs, unable to hold back his frustration any longer. "It makes me uncomfortable."

"Good," Daervon laughs, taking Aemond's hand and placing it over his heart. "I like it when you're jealous."

Aemond's tense posture softens slightly at the touch. Daervon's steady heartbeat beneath his hand is a reminder of their connection, the unspoken promise between them. "I've never fallen for anyone other than you," Daervon says, his voice quieter, sincere. "How many times do you want me to tell you that? You are the only one in my heart."

Aemond's eye darkens with emotion as he steps closer, his thumb brushing over Daervon's cheek. "I want you with me. I want you in my bed, next to me, and..." His voice lowers to a whisper, filled with raw desire. "And never let you go."

"Never?" Daervon whispers, leaning into his lover's touch.

"Never," Aemond repeats, his gaze burning with intensity as he sits beside Daervon, their faces just inches apart. His thumb continues its slow, deliberate path along Daervon's cheek, their breaths mingling in the stillness of the room.

Daervon, with a teasing smirk, raises a brow. "Sure you won't get sick of me? That's an awfully long time."

Aemond's lips curve into a faint smile. "Still not long enough," he replies, his thumb tracing down to Daervon's jaw, his need for the man before him palpable.

Without warning, Daervon closes the gap, capturing Aemond's lips in a kiss. It's fierce and hungry, both of them losing themselves in the heat of the moment, the weight of their unspoken desires spilling over. Aemond groans softly into the kiss, his hand moving to cradle the back of Daervon's head as he deepens the kiss.

But it's Daervon who pulls away first, breathless and flushed, his heart hammering in his chest. He avoids Aemond's gaze, his voice low. "Aemond, I... I need to talk to you about something."

Aemond's brow furrows, sensing the shift in his lover's mood. "Speak. I'm listening."

Daervon takes a deep breath, steeling himself. "Marriage. It seems to be inevitable. It might not be today, but it will come, and I fear..."