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  Rating:
      Explicit
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  Category:
      M/M
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      Song_of_Ice_and_Fire_&_Related_Fandoms
  Relationship:
      Theon_Greyjoy/Robb_Stark
  Character:
      Theon_Greyjoy, Robb_Stark, Maron_Greyjoy
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      Alternate_Universe_-_Canon_Divergence, Period-Typical_Underage, Enemy
      Lovers, Love/Hate, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Implied/Referenced_Rape/Non-
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      Published: 2017-11-11 Words: 4047
****** A Wolf in the Kraken's Lair ******
by Baamon5evr
Summary
     Theon and Robb have a complicated relationship but honest, Theon
     would rather he just die. Except the times when he doesn't.
Notes
     This is set in an AU where the Greyjoy Rebellion happens at a later
     date. It starts when Robb is 12 and ends when he is 16. It is
     successful in part because Robert finds out about Cersei/Jaime's
     secret, throwing the six kingdoms into disarray and allowing the Iron
     Islands to successfully win their independence.
It started off as a bet, a joke between him and his brothers (mostly his
brothers).
Father was getting more and more annoyed by Lord Stark's willful pup. Theon
secretly thought King Balon should've just killed Robb Stark long ago if he
hadn't wanted to deal with such a problem. Theon knew better than anyone else
on the Iron Islands what kind of man Stark was. He was self-righteous and full
of himself and his stupid, noble sense of duty and honor. He would not sit
demurely and act a part. He had warned his father as such but his father's
response was to throw back in Theon's face that he had been Stark's prisoner
once upon a time because he was too weak. Because he surrendered to him in
battle. Because he did not lay his life down like a true Ironborn would have,
so he was not worthy to voice his opinions to his father as if he were a real
man. Thus, Robb Stark remained alive on the Iron Islands as "a ward". More like
a prisoner of war. The Starks most probably knew that and so they did not act
against the newly liberated kingdom, not least of all because they were still
in open conflict with the Lannisters alongside that fat oaf on the Iron Throne
who the golden cunts cuckolded. That was until they ended up in open conflict
with Baratheon too. Something about a hidden prince and Stark's dead aunt.
Theon didn't know, he didn't care about the family drama kicking up between the
great houses of Westeros. He just knew he would rather Robb Stark be dead.
He did not like Stark, he hadn't liked him during the war when he had to hear
stories of the barely grown boy who got the nickname The Young Wolf off the
bodies of innumerable Ironborn. He didn't like him when he was his prisoner and
Stark insisted on talking to him almost every night. First it was mostly
interrogations on his part and then he would just speak to him like Theon was
his friend, like Theon cared that Stark missed his mother and sisters and
younger brothers. Like he cared that Stark worried constantly over his bastard
brother and father every time they were on the battlefield. Like he cared that
Stark felt conflicted about the men he killed, that he dreamed of them at
night. Theon would tell him war is war and men die, there was no need to cry
over it like a bloody woman. Stark would retort that his sister Arya would have
no such conflict for all she was nearing her transition from girl to woman and
then he would proceed to try to convince him that his own men were worth
lamenting but Theon largely dismissed him. He was a child, 6 years Theon's
junior. What did he know of war, 16-year-old Robb Stark who sounded as if he
spent too long hiding behind his mother's skirts? But Stark made Theon think
too much, made him feel... strange. He didn't like it, it'd be better for Stark
to be dead and gone. Uncle Harlaw said Robb Stark yet lived because his father
was a fool who didn't remember that naught but turnips grew on the Iron Islands
and alliances and trade need be made, so Maron and Rodrik kidnapped the heir to
Winterfell and blackmailed a trade agreement and alliance out of the North to
partly correct his father's folly.
Robb Stark had been on the Islands for almost a year now and was still as wild
as ever. He was mostly locked away, only interacting with the family when
father pulled him out like a prize before the Islanders. The lordling's
rowdiness and defiance only seemed to make his father happier in public and he
and his men made their jokes about it. In private, his father complained about
him constantly. He fought against his guards, he would try to refuse food until
it was forced on him, he bit people, hit people, talked back, threatened and
insulted anyone who came to his rooms. Maron and Rodrik, who never respected
their father very much, thought he was going about it wrong. He shouldn't be
giving Stark a room to his own or food or clothes or allowing him luxuries such
as baths and free reign of his own quarters, they thought he should be locked
away, tortured to compliance. Father wouldn't listen but that didn't mean his
brothers wouldn't still try to enact their ideas in some capacity or other.
Theon hadn't cared very much, he didn't think the direwolf should be here among
krakens but his brothers had decided to try to tame the beast.
Theon had not involved himself in the beginning. He had better things to do,
whores to visit. Yara was the one that told him the situation had devolved and
led to multiple altercations between the hostage and his brothers. Even then,
Theon didn't care. It wasn't until his brothers challenged him to try his hand
at taming the wolf that he did.
He had always wanted to impress his brothers but he had never quite managed it.
He was always the runt, the youngest boy among his siblings, Asha being the
only child younger than him. His mother kept him close as a young boy, coddled
him and loved him as her favorite. That pushed him away from his brothers all
the more. He was closer to Yara and Asha than he was to his brothers and that
alienated him most of all. Rodrik and Maron saw people, especially women, as
possessions and beneath them. Theon didn't think his view of things was much
different. He was a prince, before that he was the son of the Islands' Lord
Paramount. He acted better than others because he was better than them. It was
just a fact. But his sisters were different. They weren't just anyone. Yara
could best all of the boys in hand-to-hand combat, she was smarter than the
three of them put together and better at commanding men. Asha, though only ten
and three, had salt-water in her veins. Her skill on water would soon be
unsurpassed. Asha was also the most beautiful of them. She was the child of
their father's salt-wife, not his true wife. She had been a beautiful woman and
Asha had taken from her looks. Theon had caught Maron staring at her lustfully
more than once but Yara would usually cut those looks short with a glare so
Theon never worried. Maron would find his manhood at the end of a knife if he
pushed his luck.
When Maron implied that he had used force to try to tame the Young Wolf, Theon
wasn't shocked and a part of him did not care. Robb Stark was his enemy. He
remembered the man on the battlefield, he was young but he cut through
Islanders like it was sport. Him and his father and his bastard brother and
their bloody beasts. Theon didn't care if he lived but at the same time Maron
could be cruel, crueler than even some of the most devout Drowned Men could
stomach. Stark would probably find his end if he defied Maron's advances one
too many times and that would suit the Islands ill. So, when Maron went to
Stark's room Theon found himself following and keeping watch over their
interaction. It was as he suspected. Maron tried to force himself on Stark and
was viciously rebuffed. It amused his brother in the beginning before quickly
annoying him. Theon did not make his presence known until Maron drew his knife
on the younger boy.
"Maron." He said, announcing himself as he pushed the door open. Maron turned
to look at him with a scowl while Stark glanced at him, his eyes blown wide
with what looked like surprise. Theon ignored him.
"What are you doing?" He asked, nodding towards the knife in his brother's
hand.
"The Young Wolf here has refused to eat his lunch, I came to help him along.
Mayhaps his mouth is a bit too small for the food to fit. I shall enlarge it
for him." He replied, his scowl turning to a cruel smile.
"Father wouldn't like that." Theon pointed out, a frown on his face. Maron gave
him a mocking smile.
"Do I look as if I give a damn what Father would want?"
"If I were you, I would. Besides, you're more likely to fall on the knife
yourself than do him any damage. I can smell the ale off you from down the
hall."
"Not that you'd be able to do anything to me." Stark mumbled behind Maron.
"Is that a challenge?" Maron said with anger and indignation in his voice.
"Nay, it's a fact." Stark replied, a wild smile on his face.
"Hey, shut up." Theon ordered him. Stark frowned at him but surprisingly held
his tongue.
"Uncle Euron wants you." Theon announced before Maron could say anything else.
That lie got his attention.
"What does Crow's Eye want from me?" He asked, some nervousness seeping into
his voice. Theon could understand the sentiment. He thought his Uncle Aeron was
crazy but Euron took the cake, cut it's tongue out, raped it and then killed it
in sickening fashion. He wasn't even supposed to be on the Islands after Father
banished him for what he did to Uncle Victarion's wife but he had paid no heed
to it and his insanity had warded off Father's protests for now.
"Do I look as if I give a damn what he wants from you?" Theon replied, throwing
his brother's words back in his face. It was a dangerous game to play with him.
Robb Stark snorted something like laughter behind his brother. Theon shot him a
glare as Maron stiffened with barely concealed anger. Theon would likely meet
his vengeance soon enough thanks to Stark. The boy had the nerve to smirk in
reply to Theon's look.
"Are you going or not? I'm sure he's ecstatic to have to wait for you." Theon
told his brother. Maron sheathed his knife and threw a look back at Stark.
"Until next time." He promised, strutting out, knocking his broader shoulder
into Theon's on his way. Theon watched him leave before turning to Stark who
stood in the room almost awkwardly watching him with an intense look in his
eyes.
"Things would be a lot easier if you just listened, you know." Theon said,
cutting to the chase. He didn't want to be here any longer than he needed to
be.
"If your brothers wanted a docile pet, they shouldn't have kidnapped me." Stark
retorted.
"Maybe not but do you really think your family wants to hear that you're dead
thanks to your stubbornness?" Theon countered. Stark's sense of honor and duty,
especially to his family was an easily exploitable weakness. He noticed
conflict immediately alight his face.
"I don't think they'd want to hear about me being a spoil of war for your
brothers to rape as they please either."
"True. You'd gather their attention a lot less if you ate and didn't fight so
much though."
"Is that what you did when they went after you as a child? Did you just stay
silent and hoped it would end?" Theon felt himself stiffen at that.
"I remember you mentioned your relationship with your brothers wasn't like mine
and Jon's when I told you I worried for him on the battlefield." Theon had made
a throwaway comment ages ago. He didn't know why Stark should remember it.
"No, it wasn't. I know them better than you do. Just lay low. Help yourself out
and save me the headache." Stark stared at him silently but there was an air of
defiance still hanging over him. Theon rolled his eyes. This wasn't his bloody
problem, he didn't kidnap Stark and he certainly didn't advocate keeping him as
a prisoner. What was the point of inserting himself into this mess? If Yara
wanted something done about their brothers' behavior, she could bloody do it
herself. He turned to walk towards the door without another word but stopped as
Stark called to him.
"Greyjoy."
"What?" Theon replied, not turning around.
"Just... I'm glad you're not dead."
"What?" Theon repeated, turning slightly to face the other man. He wasn't
looking at him and was wringing his fingers almost nervously.
"I hadn't heard anything about you in the past year. I thought you might've
died during the Rebellion. I'm glad you didn't."
"Why?" Theon asked incredulously. Stark glanced off to the side, not meeting
his gaze. Theon waited a moment more for an answer before giving up.
"Whatever." He mumbled, stalking out of the room past the guard assigned to
Stark. He resolutely decided to shake off the strange encounter and not get
involved again.
That wasn't exactly how it panned out. Theon found himself often following his
brothers during their trips to see Stark and ended up supervising the visits.
It galled a part of him that he was reduced to a glorified babysitter but when
he complained about it to Yara she would just tell him that she never actually
asked him to do anything about the situation, she was just informing him on
what was going on. Asha was equally unsympathetic.
'If you don't want to see him, then stop going to his room. If you don't care,
stop following after the dickheads. It's that simple.'
Uncle Harlaw's reply was to tell him unequivocally to not stop following the
boys and to monitor the situation closely as he did not want to be involved in
yet another rebellion on account of his idiot, upstart father and his insane
brothers and sons. So, Theon continued to visit Robb Stark's room and even
though he would try to avoid it, he did talk to him. Mostly he snapped at him
to fall in line, do what his brothers and fathers said, but Stark would refuse
and then say something that made Theon uncomfortable or confused and so he
would leave him.
Theon wasn't sure exactly how it changed, wasn't sure what it was that brought
it about but he remembered that they were arguing about something again. Theon
might've said something about one of Robb Stark's family members, maybe the
redhead sister. Something about how his brothers should've taken her because at
least there'd be something fuckable to make all the trouble worth it. Stark had
surprised Theon with a swift smack to his face, leaving his cheek stinging and
disbelief swelling in him. Stark had gone for a second smack but he had grabbed
his wrist to stop him. Stark had fought against his grip and ended up standing
close to Theon, his body pressed against him, and then Stark had kissed him.
Theon was shocked and immediately pulled away before punching Stark across the
face, and pressing him against a wall with his arm against his throat. He
wasn't sure what madness possessed him to not kill Stark and to instead kiss
him, to throw him onto the hard bed and rut against him until they both came.
He tried not to go back after but something came over him, a spell or a curse
he couldn't tell, but it made him want Stark. Want him in a way that whores
couldn't quell, female or male, and so he went back to him. It was intoxicating
and tumultuous because Stark was just as defiant here as he was in everything
else. One second all he wanted was for Theon to kiss him and touch him and hold
him. He wanted to lay down in Theon's arms and trail his fingers across his
chest and back and say nothing at all. But he was never like that too long.
Other times, he provoked Theon. He hit him, goaded him and insulted him so he
would react violently against him which would make Robb react violently too
before they fucked harshly. But Theon understood why that was, he understood
Stark even if he didn't want him to or he didn't understand it himself.
They were laid out in Stark's bed right now. Stark laid under him naked, his
arms and legs tied to the bedposts and glistening with sweat and other drying
bodily fluids after their time together. Theon pressed him into the mattress,
gazing down at Stark's blissful expression. Theon had made that happen. He
still wasn't sure if he liked it. If he ever wanted to be seen as a real man
before then, Stark had ruined that for him. Rodrik and Maron teased him near
constantly about his relationship with Stark. Even Yara and Asha got a real
laugh out of it, referring to Stark as his "salt-wife" teasingly but
surprisingly, none of them informed their father about it, only saying that
Theon had some sort of control on the boy and so he became his official
babysitter. It gave him more time with Stark, more time to understand the
nuance behind his actions towards Theon, why he was the way he was.
"You look like a whore." Theon remarked, staring down at him. There were
lovebites all over his skin and he was still flushed and halfway hard.
"What's that say about you?" Stark replied, nonplussed about the insult. Theon
had called him far worse before.
"That I'm a whoremonger but everyone knows that. It's not exactly something
that's going to keep my father up at night but if your father, your precious
Lord Eddard Stark, could see you now what would he think? What would he think
about his son, his heir, gagging on my cock an hour ago? Begging me to fuck him
like he was going to die if I wasn't inside of him? Begging me to come insi-
" Theon was cut off as Stark bucked under him, seemingly trying to free his
limbs to hit him in retaliation. It caused a laugh to fall off Theon's lips.
"I hate you." Stark hissed at him, more like a snake than a wolf. Maybe he was
part Martell rather than Tully.
"You don't hate me, you love me." Theon said with amusement. The words were out
of his mouth before he even truly knew what he was saying but they were right.
Stark had said it to him before during the throes of passion, when Theon was so
deep inside of him he couldn't feel anything but Robb. Theon never said it back
and they never talked about it after. The curly haired boy gave him a withering
look that was somewhere between a glare of loathing and a look of longing.
Gods, he was easy.
"Shut up." He replied through grit teeth.
"You do. You love me. 'So much it hurts' is what I believe you said." Theon
pushed, still not entirely sure why. Maybe because it amused him that this boy
who should really know better had let himself fall for Theon in whatever
capacity. Maybe because, and he would never admit this, it made him feel...
something. The feeling wasn't entirely warm, wasn't something that was pure or
wholesome. In truth, it made him want to fuck Stark in everyway he could until
he couldn't walk or talk, and Theon didn't have to hear him profess his love
for him (more like for his cock but Stark was young, probably couldn't tell the
difference yet.) Still, Theon liked it. If he were honest, he liked the level
of control he had over Stark where everyone else failed. His brothers and
father couldn't control Stark, his sisters and uncles couldn't but he could.
Theon could control him and furthermore Stark wanted him and not the others and
he wasn't paid to want him. If he said that didn't make him feel good, he'd be
lying.
He leaned down to push his lips against Stark's softly. Stark responded for a
moment before Theon felt the sharp pain of his teeth sink into his lips. He
drew back, brushing his fingers against his mouth to find blood there. He
looked down at the other boy with shock and anger. He stared back at him with a
satisfied look before his knee came up suddenly and roughly hit Theon's groin.
He gasped from the pain, the anger quickly superseding anything else as he
wrapped his arms around Stark's neck and squeezed. He struggled under him for a
moment before suddenly stopping and leveling him with a harsh glare.
"Strong man you are, right? Choking a man tied up. If I wasn't, I would-"
"You would what? You would do nothing."
"Is that what you think?" Stark choked out.
"That's what I know."
"Well then, you're an idiot." Stark replied, a twisted smile on his reddening
face but he was moving under Theon's body, rubbing against him like he wanted
to be touched.
Theon leaned down once more and pressed his lips to Stark's but he was not soft
this time. This kiss was all gnashing teeth and harsh contact as Theon's hands
slipped from Stark's neck to tangle in his hair and tug at the red-brown curls.
Stark liked it this way, though he would never admit it. He liked when Theon
was rough and unforgiving because that way he could pretend that this was all
it was, a simple exchange due to their similar needs and desires. He could
pretend he did not feel anything for him, that he did not love him because he
shouldn't for many reasons and Theon should feel nothing in return. He would
never say what he did feel was love, not to Stark or anyone else for that
matter, but lust was something he could easily fall into and would not deny he
felt with Stark.
He did not waste time with foreplay, that wasn't what either of them wanted and
he was already hard anyway. He shoved himself back inside of Stark, relishing
the choked off scream he let out against his lips. He slammed into him, the two
previous times he'd fucked him that day and come inside of him providing enough
lubrication. Stark pulled away from the kiss, throwing his head to the side as
Theon mercilessly thrust into his already used body. Theon leaned down and bit
into the exposed flesh of Stark's neck, to mark him up some more. Stark gave a
particularly filthy moan, using his limited mobility to bounce up and down
Theon's cock.
"Let me go." Stark rasped, nodding to his bound hand. His fingers were
twitching towards Theon, wanting to touch him. He ignored the request and
continued fucking him.
"Let me go. Let me go. Please, Theon, let me- ah!" Theon cut his pleas off as
he adjusted his angle and started hitting Stark's prostate dead on.
"Fuck, fuck. Theon, uhn!" Stark babbled causing Theon to chuckle.
"Articulate." He quipped despite the physical exertion of fucking Stark this
hard and holding in the way he wanted to moan and sing the praises of his
warmth wrapped around him and his clenching muscles but he held it in
nonetheless. That wasn't him and that wasn't what Stark wanted.
"I hate you." Stark responded to the joke. Theon rose an unimpressed eyebrow
before planting his knees into the bed and thrusting harder into Stark,
pressing into his prostate for a prolonged period of time so he could watch
Stark squirm, tears coming to the corner of his eyes at the overwhelming
pleasure.
"Okay, I love you. Gods, fuck, I love you. You were right, just don't stop."
Stark groaned, writhing beneath him. A part of Theon worried about anyone
finding out about that fact, especially his brothers. It wouldn't bode well for
him or Stark. But most of him just wanted to fuck Stark until he physically
couldn't anymore and so far nothing was stopping him, not even the tangled ball
of hate and other things he wouldn't name that lay ever present in his stomach
thanks to the heir of Winterfell. Gods, he wished his father never brought this
boy to the Iron Islands. Theon didn't think he could ever let him leave now
though.
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