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The bastard was waiting when Theon and Robb returned from the winter town. As soon as they rode into the yard, he looked up from showing his sister how to hold a wooden sword. He quickly resumed his task, but the stiff set of his shoulders let Theon know they had his attention.

"You should have come with us," Theon said to him. Not that Snow had known they were going; Theon had only let Robb believe he'd told him.

"I'm sure you managed to have a pleasant ride without me," Snow replied.

"Bessa took us both at once and the feeling was…"

"Shut your mouth," Snow hissed. "Not in front of Arya."

"Who's Bessa and what'd she do?" Arya asked.

She reminded Theon of his sister Asha; more boy than girl and pushing herself where she didn't belong. "Never you mind," he told her.

It was the wrong answer or maybe the brat disliked his tone. She crossed her skinny arms over her chest. "I bet it was something bad. Mother says you're always up to no good."

Robb put an end to it. "It wasn't, Arya. I was there." He climbed down from his horse and knelt before his sister. "I'll tell you…"

Theon wandered away, disinterested in whatever lie Robb told the brat. He gave his horse to Hodor and stretched. Snow had followed him, but Theon didn't acknowledge his presence. Not until Snow shoved him against a wall.

"It's bad enough that you dragged my brother along, but I won't have you talking about that filth in front of the little ones."

Theon was five years older and half a foot taller. He easily reversed their positions. "Careful, bastard. In some places, you'd be whipped for putting your hands on a lord's trueborn son."

"Fuck you."

Theon had never heard the bastard say fuck before. He chuckled. "Bessa already did that. I had her arse and Robb had her cunt. You couldn't imagine how it felt - you are a maiden after all."

"I am not," Snow denied.

"Oh? Some wench overlooked that sullen face and let you under her skirts?" Snow's face was red with anger. "What did you have to give her?" He squeezed Snow through his breeches. "Doesn't feel like much."

To his surprise, he felt the bastard's cock stir in his grasp. "Or maybe it was a stableboy who bent over for you. Do you want to hear how I could feel Robb's cock while we were fucking the wench? It was almost like fucking each other, I suppose." The bastard's cock was fully hard beneath Theon's hand. He continued, "You could try it yourself. Bessa only charges a silver. Robb wouldn't know it was him you were really fucking."

He expected Snow to spill his seed in his breeches, but the bastard pushed him away with surprising strength and kicked him in the balls. "Not everyone is as disgusting as you, Greyjoy." He left Theon groaning in pain on the ground.