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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Game_of_Thrones_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Oberyn_Martell/Joffrey_Baratheon
  Character:
      Oberyn_Martell, Joffrey_Baratheon
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Canon_Divergence, Gay_Marriage, Political_Marriage,
      Ficlet, Drabble, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Dominance, Dubious_Consent,
      Oral_Sex, Hand_Jobs, Anal_Sex, Crack_Relationships, Submission
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-07-25 Words: 648
****** On Command ******
by auroreanrave
Summary
     The boy was insolent at first. Then he was petulant. Now he is
     agreeable.
     Oberyn is extremely proud of his work.
Notes
     Written - eventually! - as a request from Marianne Lidell. Complete
     crackship and I had a really fun time writing this random blast.
     Enjoy!
The boy was insolent at first. Then he was petulant. Now he is agreeable.
Oberyn is extremely proud of his work.
He had been... resistent to the idea of the marriage, at first. A young boy, no
more than thirteen, mind full of dreams of pretty girls and maybe boys, and of
ruling. Not of marrying a Dornishman with more cock than sense, and more
bastards than the boy's alehouse king of a father.
The marriage had been quick and perfunctory, with the usual pomp and
circumstance that a royal wedding afforded. Oberyn remembered sitting next to
the boy. Joffrey, with his golden hair and deep, intense frown, one that
probably earned him the wetness of any chambermaid whom he asked. Oberyn
remembers thinking, It could have been worse.
Their wedding night was... interesting.
Joffrey plain out refused a bedding ceremony, and then permitted Oberyn to only
lay an arm along the boy's shoulders. Oberyn's cock had strained at the feel of
fingers along pale, privileged skin and while the marriage could not be
confirmed to be consummated - after all, there was no child to indicate as such
- Oberyn intended on doing so.
First, he dropped the boy in at the deep end.
Joffrey awoke to find Oberyn's mouth around his cock and two tanned Dornish
fingers inside his arse.
To the lad's credit, he didn't cry out or scream; just furiously and quietly
demanded that Oberyn leave him be. Despite the fact Joffrey was flushed and
hard enough to knock down the Wall.
Oberyn merely smirked, sucked once while flexing his fingers against the boy's
prostate, and Joffrey came.
The night after, Joffrey had not spoken to him, laying flat on his back in
their marriage bed. He did not resist when Oberyn's clever fingers found their
way to his cock, and his arse, and did not try to disguise his pleasure.
"Soon, my lord, you will enjoy more than my fingers there." Oberyn smiled,
kissing a silent Joffrey on the forehead, and turning over for sleep.
Oberyn had always liked a good challenge; and breaking the insolent young
Lannister was just that. In court, he was ruthless, and cruel, and Oberyn more
often than not found himself correcting punishments and providing leniency.
All Oberyn had to do was twitch his fingers in Joffrey's eyeline, and Joffrey,
soon enough, learnt to control his impulses.
Another night, Joffrey was waiting in bed when Oberyn arrived, a package in
parchment under his arm.
"Where were you?"
"Merely picking up a gift, my lord." Oberyn smiled and presented it to Joffrey.
He unwrapped it, revealing an edifice of a phallus, carved out of solid
leather.
"And what am I supposed to do with this?"
"Why, my lord," Oberyn said, sweetly, "I'm going to fuck you with it."
It turned out the young king was a natural savant for getting fucked; as soon
as the phallus found his prostate, he was babbling, pale narrow hips snapping
back to receive more of the device.
If he'd been religious, Joffrey might have been babbling to the Seven.
Fortunately, he wasn't, and Oberyn felt no objections to filling his not-so-
pious mouth with Oberyn's cock. Joffrey, it turned out, was too overwhelmed to
have objections, either.
Slowly, he broke down the boy's defences; away from the fiery, protective watch
of his mother, Joffrey learnt the art of submission, of seduction. Of kissing
down a member to make its owner cry out; of the kind of wanton, forbidden
delights they spoke of in taverns when ardors were high. Of how a good fuck can
alter a man's perspective entirely.
Now, King Joffrey Baratheon of the Seven Kingdoms ruled with his Prince Regent
Oberyn Martell. He is harsh if fair, and always agrees to and obeys Prince
Oberyn's requests, even sometimes with a look that skirts on fondness.
All Oberyn has to do is twitch his fingers.
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