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It was rough to know that the older brothers were Alpha's, and every other went through Omega and Beta. Of course, Daeron, who was an Alpha, lost his way for sometime while hoping his youngest brother will be fine on his own as a Beta.
Then there was Aerion, the more reckless and ruthless of them. If only he wasn't the way he was, but Daeron had looked past any actual responsibility when it came to handling his brothers. The dreams came sporadic, and he'd drink whatever that'll ease them into a deep haze.
One evening, he almost thought Aegon had crawled into his bed, sleeping against his side. The form was larger, more eager, and Daeron grunted, knowing Aemon was gone by this point.
"Get off," Daeron murmured, nudging the boy away only to feel his arms wrap tighter around him. And he began to smell Daeron in desperate gulps.
The scent of an Omega was unsettling, and Daeron turned around, grasping the hair of his brother and dragging his head back.
Aerion grunted low, sneering at Daeron as if he hadn't crawled into his bed.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Daeron asked, voice raspy from sleep, the stale dry taste of alcohol on his tongue.
"I can't sleep."
Daeron couldn't believe it. "That's not my fault, you miscreant. Get out of my bed."
"Let me stay," Aerion muttered.
Did he not grow out of this pouting? "No, I'm not doing this with you."
"You make it sound like I'm in heat, I'm not…I just need an Alpha's scent to sleep too," Aerion said, his voice had an edge before smoothing out.
He also did not like the sound of that. He didn't want to trigger his brother's quiet needs, they'll grow out of control and he won't be able to escape it. Aerion might not let him.
"No, get out." He let go of Aerion's hair, then they began to fight each other as Aerion clung to him, and Daeron tried not to throw up. The feeling of it coming up made him nauseaous, and had Daeron leaned over his bed to the bucket on the floor for events like this.
Aerion still held onto him, leaned against his back, and fast asleep.
Daeron, being partially drunk and hungover, was also able to sleep. He just wouldn't want to have his brother in his bed, it was getting more dangerous. Omega's…they cling to who they think is suitable, and Daeron didn't need to think too hard about that.