OK, SO I HAD THIS IDEA BETWEEN THESE TWO, AND AT FIRST IT WAS GOING TO BE IN THEIR REGULAR UNIVERSE, BUT I DECIDED TO CHANGE IT SO THAT THEY WERE IN A MODERN AU. I DON'T USUALLY LIKE INCEST COUPLES, BUT I LOVE THESE TWO TOGETHER FOR SOME REASON. THEY MAY BE A BIT OOC WHEN I WRITE THEM, AND I'M ABOUT TO FINISH THE FIRST SEASON, SO SORRY IF SOME THINGS ARE WRONG. ANYWAY, PLEASE DON'T JUDGE ME TO HARSHLY, JUST TRY TO ENJOY THE STORY! MUCH LOVE, AND READ ON WITH AMBITION!

Consonance in my Brother's Flesh-by PS

Chapter One

Robb jogged up the stairs to he and Jon's apartment quickly, the cold wind nipping at his exposed face, the snow a quick bite to his cheeks and lips. It had been a particularly cold winter this year, and it wasn't getting any better at all.

As soon as he got to the second floor the red head pulled out his keys and jiggled them into the stubborn lock, willing it to stop being so stupid, and cursing at it in his head. Finally, after what seemed like forever, it gave way and let him in, the warmth of the house already soothing him.

After he and Jon had stopped dancing around each other and their feelings they had gotten this place together, nice yet inexpensive, even though Robb could afford a penthouse, he knew that Jon would prefer something lower key, so they had chosen this one.

As he shrugged off his jacket Robb noticed his boyfriend laying on the couch, his coat still on, asleep. Empathy tugged at his heart as he saw the battered expression on Jon's face, even in sleep.

Jon Snow had always wanted to be a police officer, but, one of the head officer's hated him for reasons unknown to Robb, so, instead of being licensed to go to duty like most of the other men, Jon had been stuck with a rag-tag group of other guys working in the office and doing paper work. It was torture for him, but at least he had some new friends.

Robb watched him a moment more before sighing and going to the kitchen to make himself some dinner and tea. As the water boiled and the microwave churned Robb leaned against the counter, arms crossed. Work had been brutal at Stark Corp. lately, and he felt as though he barely had time for anything other than work. As those thoughts spun in his head Jon wobbled into the room, his eyes still bleary from sleep and his jaw soft.

"Hey," he whispered, his voice rough, "when did you get in?"

Robb smiled at him, only ever sweet for him and his other siblings, "just a few minutes ago. Work went a little later than planned."

Jon glanced at the clock and raised a brow, "more than a little I think. Catelyn riding your ass about some new deals or something?"

Robb shifted uncomfortably; his mother, Catelyn, hated Jon, and he always felt torn between the two.

"Kind of. She wants me to move back in." He hadn't meant to say the words, they just slipped out. He wanted to throttle himself.

Jon's expression was blank, but his eyes were pained, "oh.

Jon was new to this whole relationship thing, and was always scared that something was going to happen to spoil his sudden happiness with the red head. He loved Robb, but others didn't approve of their relationship, he knew it, but he just couldn't accept defeat quite so easily.

He took a gulp of breath and went on, "oh. What do the other's think?"

Robb shrugged, turning to the microwave, which had just beeped, and removing a plate of left over spaghetti, "they haven't said anything. Arya and Bran probably wouldn't mind so much, I know Sansa would be indignant at first…who knows about Rickon. I think Mother will probably use them as an excuse to get me back."

Jon thought about his younger half-siblings for a moment and smiled, "we should go over there some to see them. I hate being so busy, I miss them. I'm sure Ghost and Grey Wind miss us too."

Both Jon and Robb had left their hybrid dogs, Ghost and Grey Wind, with Arya at the old house since their apartment didn't allow for dogs. Both men missed their pets terribly.

Robb nodded around his fork, "we should. I'll see if we can go over for dinner sometime this week, maybe stay the night."

Jon leaned back against the counter, "I'd like that."

He watched Robb eat, an almost smile playing at his lips as he observed the Stark's aristocratic features, dark red hair, and blue eyes. Robb truly was a handsome man.

The red head finished his last bite and set the plate down in the sink, "I'm going to go on and turn in for the night. I have to get up early for a meeting."

Jon watched him with hooded eyes as he stepped closer; he reached out an arm and grabbed onto Robb's forearm, "not even a good night kiss?"

Robb smirked at him, "always. For you." He swooped down and captured the raven haired man's lips in a passionate embrace, the unspoken "mine" extremely present.

After a moment Jon pulled back, but not out of the circle of Robb's arms, breathless. "I think," he gasped out, "that we should retire for the night."

Robb licked his lips, eyeing his boyfriend, "I can't tonight love, I'm sorry."

Jon frowned and punched him in the shoulder, "Jerk. I just meant that we should go on to bed. Regardless of what I know we both want at the moment we both have busy days tomorrow."

Robb sighed, "you're right. Come on."

After they had taken off their clothes and were snuggled together Robb whispered into his lover's ear as he peacefully slept, "I'll make mother love you. I'll make us extremely happy."

There was no answer back, not that he expected one, but Jon did move closer into his body, curling up so that they were chest to back…

Robb sat in his office, sighing as he hung up the phone. The Chinese officials had just spoken with him about the competitor, Lannister Co., and how they had suddenly begun making more money. Robb was not pleased to hear about this at all.

A knock at the door drew his attention as his mother, Catelyn Stark, strode into his office, "Robb."

He mentally sighed, "Mother. What can I do for you?"

She walked about his office, picking up knick-knacks from his book shelf and pausing to look at a picture of he and Jon together at a café, "I just wanted to see my eldest son. Is that a crime?"

Robb fought the urge to roll his eyes, "no Mother. I was simply asking if there was anything you needed."

The imposing woman turned to look at him, "yes, actually. I was wondering if you could stop by at home and have dinner with us. I know the children are dying to see you, and I have some other things I would like to go over with you."

Robb's heart leaped, this was perfect! "I would love to. Jon and I were discussing the other day how we wanted to come over for dinner and visit some."

Catelyn's expression became tight, yet she beamed a false smile, "how wonderful. How about tomorrow? That will give me time to buy some groceries so that I can prepare your favorites."

Robb smiled gently at his mother, "that sounds wonderful. Thank you."

He quickly got up and drew her into a hug, his mother returning it. She whispered to him, even though the room was empty, "I just want you to come home."

He decided not to answer, even though they both knew that while he was with Jon, he was home…

Jon tugged on the sleeve of his coat as he sat in Robb's car, the black material begrudgingly following his nervous fingers. After Robb had told him that Catelyn had invited them to dinner he was a pile of nervous and happy feelings. He couldn't wait to see his siblings and dogs again, but, because of the hate that Catelyn had for him he knew that it would be tense and awkward.

The driver's side door suddenly opened, letting in a bash of cold air and his boyfriend. Robb quickly got in and shut the door behind him, breathing on his own fingers gently to warm them.

Jon swallowed.

As the red head started the car he glanced at his lover, "you alright?"

The younger man nodded, trying to control his emotions as they sped off into the inky night towards the rich neighborhood that Robb used to call home.

The houses on this side of town were large and expensive looking; each one delicately crafted to have their own appeal and design about them.

The Stark house was one of the largest made of gray stone with an expansive yard in which the children and pets would play in on a warm day. Today though, the gate to the house was only partially open, just enough to allow entry, and from the glimpse of the garden all the plants looked dead. Time and sorrow had changed this place drastically.

Robb parked in the back along with the other cars and stepped out of the car, waiting until Jon was out too to begin the walk up to the back door.

As soon as they reached it the door was flung open by none other than Bran, whose cheeks were flushed and eyes glistening as he pulled them into the house, "Robb! Jon!"

Bran had fallen once, on account of those damn Lannister's, and had become paralyzed from the waist down. Thankfully, various treatments and surgeries had allowed for him to walk again, albeit with a slight limp and aching joints.

They both hugged the small boy, Robb ruffling his hair, "good to see you imp. Where's the rest of the bunch?"

Right on cue Arya came running down the stairs, leaping the last few steps and flinging herself into Jon's empty arms, "Jon! It's so good to see you!"

The black haired man hugged her close, "it's good to see you too Arya," he whispered to her, like a secret, "I missed you so much."

She pulled back from him and smiled, the action softening her face, "I hope you haven't been too caught up in work."

He smiled grimly at her, she knew him so well.

"Yes, you're always working Jon, we never get to see you." The whining voice could only belong to their other sister, Sansa. The elegant girl stood by the kitchen door, obviously just exiting from it; her light red hair plaited back from her face, and her skirt flowing about her feet.

Robb grinned at her, "Sansa. Darling as ever. Been trying new hair styles?"

She flushed and glared at her older brother, "none of your business. Dinner's nearly done." She hurriedly turned around again and fled to the kitchen. Bran, shrugging, followed her.

Arya rolled her eyes at these antics, "she's been flirting with the Lannister boy, Joffrey, for a few weeks now. It's pathetic really."

Both older men looked down at her; Robb growled, "damn Lannisters. Can't keep them out of work, can't keep them out of home."

Jon gently rested his hand against his boyfriend's arm, trying to soothe him. Arya watched the exchange with doting eyes.

The smell of roasted chicken and lilac alerted them to the Stark mother's appearance. She was looking at both men with judging eyes, her face tight, lines worrying around her eyes, "dinner's ready."

Robb gave her a winning smile, "smell's good, as usual, Mother."

She simply nodded and turned back to the kitchen, leaving an eerie silence behind her.

The remaining three looked at each other. Robb cleared his throat, "right. You heard her, come on."

With one last look between Arya and Jon they both followed him…

"-And he said I'm the best in his class!" Arya's dramatic rendition of her fencing classes and teacher finally came to a halt as she stuffed more mashed potatoes into her mouth.

Robb smiled at her around his fork, "sounds like he's quite the man. Have you gotten to practice with your own sword yet?"

Arya frowned, "no. He says we aren't allowed to have them. It's stupid really, I mean, Father gave me one years ago, and I can't even practice with it."

The mention of Ned Stark brought on a sudden stifling cold silence that captured everyone's attention at the table. Trying to lighten the atmosphere again Jon looked over at the widow Stark, "dinner's delicious Mrs. Stark, thank you for inviting us."

Catelyn forcefully cut a piece of chicken, "thank you Jon. I actually invited Robb to talk about some things."

Jon blinked, shutting his mouth quickly and looking down at his plate; Arya's hand squeezed his as she glared at her mother.

Catelyn, unaware of this, continued on, "I'm hosting a party in two weeks Robb, and wanted to ask if you could come. One of the clients, Ms. Smith, asked about you especially. Apparently, she was overtaken by the speech you made a few weeks ago during a conference. She told me that she would not mind working more closely with you in the future."

Robb might have been blind to his mother's words, but Jon wasn't. He knew what Catelyn was saying, knew that this "Ms. Smith" was obviously trying to get into Robb's pants. He didn't like it.

Robb picked at his plate, noticing the sudden silence of his partner, "I'll have to see Mother. Work has been very demanding lately. I keep getting home extremely late, ask Jon."

She didn't.

"Well," she amended, "just try and see if you're available. I'm sure we can work something out."

Robb nodded, trying to give her a grin, but for some reason, he just couldn't…

After dinner and visiting with the family and pets Robb and Jon made to leave, the cold wind hurrying them to their car and making them turn the heat up.

"Tonight was nice I think," Robb stated as he casually drove across the icy roads.

Jon huddled more into his jacket, the faux fur tickling his nose, "yes. It was good to see everybody." Well, not everybody, he thought, but there was no need to say that.

Robb took a deep breath, "I know my mother can be rude, but I don't think she means to much ill will towards you."

Jon bit his lip, "she hates me Robb. You know she does. I try not to aggravate her, but she doesn't care. I don't even think she wants us together, no, I know she doesn't want us together!" He was astounded by his own outburst, but holding in all of his feelings was no longer an option.

Robb pulled into the apartment parking lot, stopping, killing the engine, and turned towards him.

"I don't care," he began, "if my mother is the Prime Minister or the Creator of the World. Nothing she says or does can break me from you. I love you too much for her to sway me away from you."

Jon swooned, though he would never admit it. That dangerous, possessive look in his lover's eyes made him want to fawn and bury himself in Robb forever.

The redhead leaned closer, ignoring Jon's swirling rampage of emotions, "I want to be with you, and only you, for the rest of my life. Never forget that."

Before the younger man could say anything in reply he was being pulled into a kiss of infinite value. The world could have come crashing down around them, but Jon wouldn't have cared, he simply flung his arms around his boyfriend's neck and pulled him closer so that their noses gently touched and their mouths molded together.

Robb leaned back from him gently, his breath still teasing the other's lips, "don't doubt me Jon, I can't bear it when you do that."

Jon didn't say anything, just pulled him back down for a rough kiss before tangling his fingers in Robb's hair and pulling him back again, "you wouldn't leave me for someone else, would you Robb?"

The Stark stared down into his love's eyes, seeing the panic and anguish there, "never. Why would I do that when all that I need is right here in front of me?"

Jon gazed back up at him, eyes half-lidded and completely trusting, "because…" he said breathily, "you're an idiot."

Robb laughed, boisterous and loud inside the warm area of the vehicle, and Jon smiled along with him…

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