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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
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      Game_of_Thrones_(TV), A_Song_of_Ice_and_Fire_-_George_R._R._Martin,
      Supernatural_RPF, X-Men:_First_Class_(2011)_-_Fandom, Twilight_Series_-
      Stephenie_Meyer
  Relationship:
      Bran_Stark/Robb_Stark, Jensen_Ackles/Jared_Padalecki, Christian_Kane/Chad
      Michael_Murray, Erik_Lehnsherr/Charles_Xavier, Jacob_Black/Seth
      Clearwater, Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Isaac_Lahey/Scott_McCall
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      Bran_Stark, Robb_Stark, Theon_Greyjoy, Jensen_Ackles, Arya_Stark, Jared
      Padalecki, Christian_Kane, Chad_Michael_Murray, Erik_Lehnsherr, Charles
      Xavier, Jacob_Black, Seth_Clearwater, Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski, Isaac
      Lahey, Scott_McCall, Sansa_Stark
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      Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Spanking, Rape/Non-con_Elements,
      Rough_Sex, Sex, Anal_Sex, Werewolves, Possessive_Behavior,
      Annoying!Betas, Not_Crippled!Bran, Alternate_Universe_-_Modern_Setting,
      Italian_Mafia, Guns, Drug_Running, Hardcore!Robb, Older!Bran, Life_Mates,
      One_true_mate, Mating_Cycles/In_Heat, OOC!Robb, Knotting, non-incestual
      relationship, BAMF!Arya, BAMF!Bran
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-07-21 Updated: 2014-08-05 Chapters: 3/? Words: 4791
****** My Time in Hell ******
by JocelynBarro
Summary
     This is an AU Bran/Robb story. Bran is an omega and has been trying
     to hide this for as long as he can remember. His brother, Theon, owes
     a mafia don, Robb, a great deal of money. Robb finds out that Bran is
     his lifemate, and offers Theon a deal. Give Robb his brother, or pay
     the money by the end of the week. Theon gives Bran to Robb. Bran is
     terrified and hates Robb for taking him away from his safe home. Can
     Bran get over his fear of the mafia and what they did to his father,
     or will he live the rest of his life hating the man who he is
     supposed to love?
Notes
     Hey everyone! Just wanted to let you know, Bran is 16 and Robb is 24.
     They are also not related. If you have a slash pairing that you love
     and think doesn't have enough stories with them in it, let me know
     and if I know who they are, I'll add them!
     Also, I'm not sure how to do this, but this work is not finished. I'm
     not sure how to mark it as unfinished though...
***** Chapter 1 *****
Bran opened his eyes before the sun rose. He got out of bed and went over to
his window. The vision he saw outside of the window could have taken place
hundreds of years earlier. The streets were almost deserted, the only people on
them were street vendors that had been out selling their fairs all night and
were finally heading home. None of the hustle and bustle of modern day Venice
was there. Some people say that Venice had not been effected by the rush for
fast food and the loss of the desire to take ones time in, well, anything.
The truth was, even little old Venice now had McDonalds, and other cheap food
places. Just most of the people that worked in them did not feel the need to be
awake before 5 o'clock in the morning. Bran sighed and leaned out of his
window. Their loss.
Carefully and skillfully, Bran swung up from the sill of the window up onto the
room of his families apartment. The air was clear and fresh up here, unlike
down on the streets. Bran liked it better up above the streets, the shops, and
most of all, the people.
He hated the looks that he got when people noticed his small height and
stature, immediately pegging him what he was-an male omega. Bran hated those
words. His brother, Theon, used them like a curse, like he was some kind of
abomination, or a rabid beast to be put down.
And it wasn't just his brother. Most people thought of him as a freak whose
only purpose was to breed and have babies. Well, excuse Bran, but he had no
intention of doing that at the age of sixteen.
The thing that struck most people was that he was male. After all, they would
say, why would God make a MALE omega?
Well, Bran didn't know much about God, except that he had a cruel sense of
humor. First, he decided to take both his mother and father from him. Then, he
let Sansa marry some blonde man-Bran thought his name was Jaime- and leave him
alone with his brother. It wasn't that he wasn't happy for Sansa. Or that Jaime
was cruel to her, it was just that Sansa was the only person who would talk
Theon down when he was in a bad mood, and now all of his anger came out on
Bran. He had the bruises and cuts to prove it. But he could not bring himself
to tell Sansa. He couldn't burden her with having to take care of him now that
she had just been married.
Two more years, Bran thought, two more years and then I'll be able to go away.
Far away. And never see Theon again.
Bran sighed and put his head down on his knees. He knew that it was all a
child's dream. He was an omega, there was no way he could find anyway to
support himself besides prostitution, and Bran was much to proud to do that.
"Bran? You lazy bastard, where are you?" Bran heard Theon's footsteps outside
his door and scampered quickly back inside his room.
"I'm here!" he said, as the door was pushed roughly open.
Theon rolled his eyes at Bran. "Thank you for stating the obvious. Now go make
some breakfast." Bran hurried by him into the kitchen. Normally he would have
started cooking by the time that Theon got up. He must have lost track of time
while he was up on the roof.
Bran spared a glance out the window and noticed that it was still dark out.
"Theon, why are you up so early?" he asked, confused.
"None of your business!" Theon snapped and raised his hand like he was going to
hit Bran. Bran flinched away, instinctively. Lucky for him someone took that
moment as a cue to knock loudly on the door.
Who could be here so early? Bran wondered, peering around towards the door.
"Just... finish cooking breakfast." Theon sounded slightly scared, and Bran
tried not to let that make him panic. When omegas got scared they let off a
hormone that basically demanded the nearest alpha come and comfort him. Last
time that had happened it had been... eventful.
Bran was lucky that his brother was a beta, and therefore less susceptible to
the hormones, but he could not be sure about the people that had come to see
his brother.
Theon pulled the door open, nervously.
Bran turned his head back towards the fridge and went to get some eggs to cook,
not desiring in the least to see what strange people Theon had brought into
their house at this hour. The sound of footfalls echoed on the linoleum floor
of their apartment. Three men, pretty large, Bran guessed. Then he could smell
them.
Alphas. All of them.
Don't show fear, don't show fear, don't show fear-
Bran squeezed the egg in his hand so hard it burst all over the cabinet.
Without turning his head, he could feel four pairs of eyes turn towards him. He
grabbed a dishrag and started cleaning it up as fast as he could.
"Sorry about my brother, he's an omega, he really has no idea what he's doing."
Theon tried to laugh, but the dead silence from the men stopped him pretty
fast.
"I don't normally make social calls," Whoa, that's a sexy voice, Bran thought,
then shook his head, that had to be his wolf thinking, "but for someone who
owes me so much money... I thought I'd make an acceptation."
Bran shuttered. Whoever that was, I would not want to be on his bad side.
Maybe you would. His inner wolf commented. Maybe you would like to be taken
hard by him and-
SHUT UP! Bran ordered his wolf. He had gotten quite good at that over the
years.
He went back to making scrambled eggs.
His brother and the three men continued talking as Bran worked, slowly becoming
more at ease with the three alphas in the room.
Crap! Bran thought, I forgot the cheese! Scrambled eggs without cheese were
like cake without sugar. He turned around and headed towards the fridge.
Unfortunately for him, that was the moment that the mafia man, he presumed the
one with the sexy voice decided to look in his direction. Their eyes met and
the spatula that Bran had been holding hit the floor.
Mate. Mate. Mate. MATE. MATE! His wolf demanded, wanting to submit, wanting to
throw himself at the man in front of him.
Luckily for Bran's pride he had enough self control to stop himself from doing
that. Apparently he wasn't the only one that was affected though. The man had
taken a step towards him and looked like he wanted to jump on him and ravish
him.
"I'll change my offer. You give me your brother, never file a missing person's
report, never tell people where he went never mention him again, and I'll
consider your debt paid." The alpha-Bran's mate-looked at Theon again.
"My brother? Are you sure?" he seemed to have missing what had just transpired,
though clearly the other alphas hadn't. They both had huge smirks on their
face.
"Absolutely." The alpha had curly black hair that framed his chiseled face and
broad, strong shoulders.
Shoulders that would be great to grip during- Bran shook his head. This was
wrong. Something was wrong. But he couldn't think of what...
Mate? his wolf pleaded. Mate. MATE.
Oh, would you stop it, you hormonal creature?! Bran screamed internally. Then
it hit him.
"You can't just buy me!" he demanded.
The alpha stared at him for a moment before ignoring him and going back to his
brother. "What do you say? My offer stands for the rest of the day. After that,
I will find some way to take the money from you, and your brother."
"I am not an object! I can't be bought and sold!" Bran demanded.
"You can have him." Theon said. Bran stared at him, horrified.
"Theon, please! Don't let them take me!" He gave his brother his best 'I feel
so betrayed' look before one of the other alphas stepped towards him and took
his arm.
"C'mon, I'll help you pack." the man was huge. He had to be around 6'4. Despite
that, he seemed genuinely kind, with a big smile on his face. Too bad for him
that Bran really wasn't in a good mood.
"No!" he screamed, and kicked the man hard in his more delicate parts. The man
released him instantly and groaned, doubling over.
The other alpha, the one that wasn't the nice giant, or his mate, laughed at
him. "Dude, Jared, you just got decked by an omega."
"Fuck you, Kane," the friendly giant muttered.
Bran's mate looked over at Theon. "What's his name?" he asked.
"Bran."
"Bran," his mate held out his hand. "Come here, I'm not going to hurt you. No
one here is going to hurt you."
Bran backed up against the counter. Mate! Alpha! his wolf protested, but he
ignored it. "No. Stay away from me!" he pulled himself up onto the counter,
realizing too late that he had just trapped himself.
His alpha moved faster then he thought was possible. One second he was standing
on the other side of the room with Theon, the next he had a kicking and
swearing Bran thrown over his shoulder.
"Jared, Kane, get his things." Both of the alphas nodded at him, and went into
the room Theon pointed towards to get Bran's clothes. "And Theon?" his alpha
added.
Theon looked up.
"Pray you never meet me again."
And with that, he walked out of the apartment, literally dragging Bran away
from his life. Bran didn't care that his brother hurt him, or that his life
sucked sometimes. It was his life, and he could do with it as he pleased. And
now, now that was all gone. He didn't care that this man was his mate, his
alpha. His life was over, and it was this man's fault.
"You bastard!" He screamed, though it seemed to have no effect on the alpha. He
continued on, calling the man every foul word that he had ever heard, and then
finally he got a response.
"No, Bran, none of those are my name. My name, is Robb."
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     Bran goes back to the mafia house and meets some of the other member
     of the family. Then he has an... interesting night.
Chapter Notes
     Um... this is rated E for a reason... that is all...
     EXCEPT! Thank you everyone who reviewed/gave me kudos! :)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Bran was not enjoying his day.
AT ALL.
The huge man that had packed his stuff before he left-the one he decided to
rechristen 'friendly giant'- stared at him apologetically. Well, excuse me,
friendly giant, but apology not accepted. The people here acted as though
kidnapping someone and taking them away to some place that Bran felt was looked
quite a bit like a whorehouse (thought it was really more like a gigantic frat
house-same thing!) was a typical occurrence.
Perhaps to them it was. Bran, however, was scared out of his mind.
What are they going to do to me? he thought, glancing at his alpha out of the
corner of his eye. He, the friendly giant, the weird man with longer hair than
himself, and another man that had joined them once they had entered the house
named Derek all sat at a table in a room that Bran assumed was a sort of family
room.
Bran looked down at the floor. He had just lost his brother, his home, and
probably would never see his sister again as well, and these men were sitting
around chatting.
At least Robb had left. He had said something about a meeting and he had been
gone for the past couple hours.
"Bran?" A voice jerked him out of his thoughts.
Not trusting his voice, he nodded.
"Do you want me to show you your room?" the friendly giant was too friendly.
Bran narrowed his eyes and shook his head.
"Are you sure?"
"I'll take him." There was someone standing behind Bran, and he whipped his
head around. A man stood there that Bran guessed was somewhere in his 20s. He
had blondish brownish hair, and bright green eyes.
"Jensen!" the friendly giant smiled at the man.
"Hey Jared." Jensen walked over and kissed friendly giant. Jared-Bran should
really stop calling him the friendly giant, or he might end up doing that to
his face and getting punched-pulled Jensen into his lap and kissed him back.
Bran blushed, embarrassed while the other men snickered.
Jensen pulled back from Jared, looking flustered. He made eye contact with Bran
and Bran recognized him for what he was-a male omega. "Do you want me to show
you the room?" Jensen asked, and Bran nodded.
He smiled and tried to pull himself up off of frien-Jared's lap. Jared growled.
"Jared, let go!" Jensen demanded.
Jared frowned again, and let go with a sigh. "We'll finish this later."
Jensen rolled his eyes, and walked towards the huge spiral staircase that ran
through the center of the house.
The two climbed for a long time, and Bran had to admit, it was a beautiful
house. Every floor seemed to have a different theme, and each room a different
take on the same idea. It was very creatively done. Finally, they reached the
top floor and Ban gaped. The stair case opened up to the top floor that wasn't
really a floor, it was one huge room. The entire ceiling was made of glass, but
it didn't have a view of the taller buildings (Bran suspected it was one of the
tallest buildings in Venice,) instead it was of the night sky. It was
beautiful. There was also ceiling to floor glass windows on some sides of the
room.
This would not be a good room for someone with a fear of heights, Bran thought.
"No, it wouldn't." Jensen laughed.
Whoa, did I say that out loud? Shit! Bran blushed, embarrassed, and went back
to examining the room. It hit Bran that there was a huge bed in the middle of
the room that looked slept in.
"Are you sure this is my room? Isn't someone else's?" he asked, tentatively.
Jensen looked at him like he was insane. "Robb..."
Bran's eyes widened comically. "Oh! I-ah... Okay." he looked down and started
picking at a lose seem on his hoodie.
"Okay, well, if you want to talk or anything, I'm four floors down." And with
that Jensen left Bran in his new room.
Bran noticed that someone had brought his clothes up and put them in a pile by
a dresser.
He debated running after Jensen and asking him what Robb was like, but he was
too scared of the answer. What if he's horrible? What if he kills people for
fun? What if he'll kill Theon, even thought he promised not to?
Bran frowned at the thought of Theon. His brother had sold him to a mafia don
so fast that Bran wondered what if Theon even was his brother anymore. Maybe
some alien had come down and replaced him.
Bran sighed. It was too much stress for him, and he was tired. He lay down on
the bed and fell asleep quickly.
* * *
Bran was awoken by a hand shaking him gently. As the room came into focus he
realized it was night time, and the hand belonged to Robb. He shifted away from
the man as quickly as he could. Robb frowned.
"Bran," he said sounding annoyed.
Bran looked down and Robb slid onto the bed next to him. Bran tried to get up,
but Robb pulled him back towards him.
Robb kissed him hard, tongue demanding entrance to Bran's mouth, and despite
his attempts, Robb managed to pry his mouth open. He felt his wolf purring in
approval and happiness at being near to his mate, and Bran wanted to hit the
wolf repeatedly. This was NOT a good thing. He should not being feeling happy,
and safe, and oh... really really aroused.
Bran tried to detangle himself from Robb and the man growled at him. He froze.
His wolf whimpered. Apparently displeasing his alpha was the worse thing that
his wolf could imagine him doing, because he could feel him cowering and
whimpering.
Bran looked up to meet Robb's eyes, and immediately regretted it. They were
bright red, glowing and demanding his submission that instant. Against his
will, he felt himself whimpering and tilting his head to let Robb see his neck.
He felt the low growl of Robb's wolf's approval ripple through them both and
suddenly Robb's mouth was on his neck, biting and nipping until he was pretty
sure there were several bruises on it.
Then Robb pulled back and starting pulling Bran's shirt off. He then proceeded
to remove the rest of both of their clothes. Bran gulped as he saw the size of
Robb. There's no way that-
"Get on your hands and knees." Well, that's rude! Bran thought. He crossed his
arms and glared.
"No."
Robb raised an eyebrow at him, and suddenly he found himself on his stomach.
"Don't ever say no to me."
And with that Robb pushed him onto his back and bit one of his nipples.
Flailing around didn't seem to slow Robb down too much as he quickly pinned
Bran's hands down on either side of him. Then he started sucking on his nipples
softly, and Bran whimpered, relaxing slightly. Robb was unfortunately good at
this. Bran could feel his cock waking up at the attention, and the slick was
starting to drip out of his second hole.
Bran's body arched off the bed as Robb sucked very hard on one of his nipples
and twisted the other one.
He started babbling then. Saying incomprehensible things that Robb took as
encouragement and pulled off his ravished nipples to travel lower.
He bit his way down Bran's stomach and reached Bran's cock. He sucked on one of
his balls, making him whine loudly, then flipped him onto his back.
Robb ran a hand down his shoulders, stopping at Bran's lower back to hold him
still and with his other hand he reached in between Bran's legs and touched the
second hole that only male omegas had.
Bran froze. No one had ever touched him there before.
Robb ran his finger around the hole for a second before plunging his finger in.
Bran gasped and collapsed onto the sheets beneath them. It felt so good, but
strange. He looked down and noticed that his cock was completely hard. He could
also feel slick dripping faster out of his hole and buried his face into a
pillow, feeling ashamed.
Damn his body. Damn Robb. Damn all alphas. Damn everything.
"Mhrmf!" Bran protested as he felt another finger slipping inside of him,
slowing starting to slid in and out of him. He wanted to hit someone, but his
wolf was running in circles and trying to present itself to his alpha he found
that at that moment, he wasn't going to beat his wolf in an argument.
"Aww, baby," Robb teased, "do you want something?" He pulled back and stared at
Bran expectantly.
Bran rolled slightly so he could see Robb and gaped back. He couldn't really
expect him to beg for it could he? Another look at Robb and he got his answer.
Yes.
Well, I don't need your help for this, Bran thought and reached down for his
cock, and his wolf complained loudly, telling him that yes, yes he did need his
alpha's help for this.
Shut up! Bran demanded, but as he got more and more aroused he started losing
his control over his wolf.
Robb pinned his hands above his head and his eyes flashed red. He could feel
his alpha's anger at him trying to jack off. "No."
Bran thrashed around, feeling slightly desperate. "Robb!" But the man didn't
let go. Bran could still feel his cock aching, and his hole aching to be
filled. No one would know he submitted, right? his hormone brain/wolf
rationalized.
"Please! Please Robb, I n-need you." Robb smirked and Bran was on his hands and
knees again, a hot pressure pushing at his hole.
Bran gasped and would have collapsed if not for Robb's hands holding him up
when Robb's cock finally entered him. It felt so good, so hot, so big...
Robb pulled back out and pushed back in roughly and Bran moaned. He could feel
Robb's knot starting to form and his wolf was begging for it. Then Robb thrust
in again, and again, and again, and again, each time his knot getting bigger
and bigger. Bran was a sobbing mess, begging for release.
"Robb, please!" Bran could hear the whine in his own voice, but he didn't care
anymore. He just wanted to come.
Finally, with one last thrust, Robb's knot slipped inside Bran, and Bran could
feel himself come all over the sheets. He collapsed onto the bed as he felt
Robb's teeth in his shoulder, marking him forever, his wolf howling, and then
he felt his come pumping into him.
Normally, Bran would have been disgusted, but he was much too tired to care
right then.
Exhausted, he started to drift off to sleep, but before he did he heard,
"You're mine now, Bran. Forever."
Chapter End Notes
     Erm... I do believe I said non-con... DON'T THROW ROCKS AT ME!
      
     Please review! Or give kudos! Thank youuuuu!
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     Bran wakes up and talks with Robb.
Chapter Notes
     Hehehe... I'm back? Oops. I'll see if I can write a bit more now, I
     know it's been like, a year.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
 
The headache he had at that moment felt like what a hangover did. Or, at least,
what he imagined a hangover felt like. He had yet to experience the ear-
shattering 'bliss' he knew awaited him if he endeavored into a long night of
drinking.
 
Robb's arms were still wrapped around him, so Bran pushed them away roughly,
and climbed to his feet. He hit the ground seconds later and moaned in pain.
Robb awoke at this, and jumped out of bed to help pull him up.
 
"What's wrong?" the man asked him sleepily, helping him sit gently on the edge
of the bed and rubbing his eyes at the same time.
 
"What's wrong?!" Bran snarled. "Oh, let me list everything to you. First, my
brother sells me to some drug-running mafia boss who he owes something for a
magical unknown reason-" he paused at this point to shift away from Robb to
move against the headboard, "then said crazy Mafioso fucking rapes me because
he thinks he has the right to because his dick tells him he can, and finally, I
wake up unable to walk because I got fucked too hard, and with a headache that
makes me think my head's about to split in half. NOT TO MENTION," he was really
on a role now, "I'm mated to a guy I know nothing about except that his primary
work is ILLEGAL." He froze, realizing what he just did, and tried to back up
more, but unfortunately, he was already pressed against the wall. Please don't
kill me for that,he thought.
 
"Rape? You barely protested," Robb stared at him, as if waiting for him to come
up with an excuse for that.
 
Bran chose not to comment on Robb's disregard for the kidnapping accusations,
and replied with, "well, I did! That should have been enough."
 
Robb seemed to think on that for a second before saying, "alright, I'm sorry."
 
Bran did not have much a chance to be surprised with this turn of events before
Robb had put him flat on his back and was hovering over him.
 
Well, this whole apologetic thing lasted about five seconds,Bran thought in
irritation.
 
"I can get you some aspirin for your head in a second," Robb breathed, "but I
can help you with your walking problem now." He ducked his head down, and Bran
propped himself up to see what he was up to. "What are you do- OH..." Bran fell
back onto the sheets and moaned loudly as Robb thrust his tongue inside his
omega's second hole, licking and nipping at the over-sensitized flesh. Slick
started to flow again, and Bran whimpered and bit his knuckle, refusing to let
any more noises out.
 
"You're adorable when you pretend not to like this," his alpha purred, his
tongue thrusting in and out of Bran and the omega gasped and squirmed. "And so
responsive too..."
 
The daze Bran was in retreated for a second, allowing him to jolt upright,
knocking Robb off of himself and scampering off to the other side of the room.
"What's wrong with you? You were just apologizing for raping me, and then you
started... licking..." his face burnt when he could not stumble through the
words and Robb laughed.
 
"I did that to make you feel better. See? The pain isn't as bad now, and you
can walk without collapsing."
 
The younger was about to retaliate something rude to that when he noticed the
truth in his words. "How did you do that?"
 
Robb got out of bed and walked naked-making Bran blush-over to a wardrobe to
pull some clothes out and start to get dressed. In response to Bran's question,
he shrugged. "It was just an idea that I heard someone mention before."
 
"What, that if you fuck your omega too hard, the best way to make them feel
better is to lick them?" Bran felt embarrassed at the vulgar words he had been
saying all morning, but he could tell the alpha liked it when he blushed, so he
had been trying to train himself not to.
 
Robb looked amused. "Well, I have plenty of experience with that, so I think
I'm qualified to say yes."
 
Bran's face felt like it was on fire, and there was another feeling deep inside
himself that he did not want to identify, but he knew it made his stomach turn
at the idea of his alpha being with other omegas. Disgruntled, Bran turned away
from Robb to find his clothes he had believed to have been thrown onto the
floor the night before.
 
"Where'd they go?" Bran asked, glaring at Robb accusingly.
 
"What?"
 
"My clothes."
 
"Ahhh, clothes.." Robb seemed to think on the subject for a second before
saying, "you know, I don't really think you need them. You're so perfect
without them, as is."
 
Bran dropped to the floor, hugging his knees before a thought occurred to him,
and he stood back up. "I suppose I don't mind... if you don't care about the
rest of the alphas seeing me naked too."
 
Robb's expression and following growl made Bran feel triumphant, and he started
towards the stairs, like he was going to go down, and Robb was in front of him
in a second. "Don't even think about it."
 
"Well, what am I supposed to do," Bran asked, innocently, "my clothes are...
lost."
 
Robb pulled Bran over to his wardrobe before pulling an old T-shirt and a pair
of jeans and boxers out. Bran obligingly put the clothes on, fixing Robb with a
furious glare as he realized that the clothes hung almost entirely off his
body, making him look like a child.
 
"It's adorable," his alpha argued, upon seeing his expression.
"I look like a kid," he wrinkled his nose up, "and I smell so much like you."
 
"I don't mind the second part," Robb was back in Bran's personal space, and the
omega put his hand on his alpha's chest, pushing back.
 
"We really need to work on this personal space problem you have."
 
Robb snorted, his hand running along Bran's waist line, "like I can't hear the
way your breath picks up every time I come near."
 
"Well, that's because of your stupid alpha hormones," he protested, stepping
back and moving over to the steps. "Can we go eat now? I'm hungry."
 
Robb nodded, and stepped in front of Bran to lead the way. Despite the fact
that he would never admit it, Bran was grateful for Robb taking charge. He had
never even seen the kitchen, much less learned how to get there. Once they went
down the staircase and Robb led them into the kitchen, they met with Jensen and
Jared. Jared broke away from his omega to go talk with Robb and Jensen helped
Bran find some food.
 
Jensen and Bran were in the middle of a conversation when Jensen's phone rang.
"I'm so sorry!" he said quickly, moving to silence it. He stopped when he saw
the ID and shot Bran an apologetic glance before answering it.
 
"Que quieres?"
Bran looked at Jensen, slightly hurt that he thought he had to switch languages
when he was around.
 
"No, desde... anoche. No debes venir ahora. Es una idea muy mala. Si, yo se,
pero- asi, asi..." Jensen hung up the phone and turned to Bran. "There's
someone you need to meet. They're coming over in an hour."
Bran frowned apprehensively. Who was coming?
Chapter End Notes
     Soooooo, if someone guesses who Jensen was talking to correctly, I'll
     update again this week! (They're from GoT) I'm thinking I'm going to
     focus more on just GoT characters now.
     And yeah, sorry to any Spanish speakers out there, IDK how to get
     accents on there.
     OH, and Jensen said,
     que quieres-what do you want
     no, desde anoche-no, from last night
     no debes venir ahora- you shouldn't come now
     es una idea mala- it's a bad idea
     si, yo se pero-asi, asi- yes, I know but... okay, okay
     FINALLY, let me know grammar mistakes and I'll change them.
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