Fire Between Us
Title: A Flaming Love
Rating: R - NC17
Genre: AU, romance
Disclaimer: I do not own Avater: The Last Airbender which this is based off of. Sorry.
Warning: Boy x Boy Smut
Summary: Taemin, the last controller of air was captured by the despicable fire nation. But what happens when the boy can pull at the heart strings of the prince of the fire nation? Will their paths change for all eternity?
In a lost age the world is divided into four equal powers: Water Tribe, Earth Kingdom, Fire Nation, and Air Nomads. In each nation there's a group of gifted people known as Benders who have the ability to manipulate their native element using martial arts and elemental magic. For thousands of years the nations lived together peacefully. But then disaster struck. The young ruler of the Fire Nation, Fire Lord LeeTeuk, began a war of world conquest. The only one who could have prevented it was the Avatar. The Avatar is the human incarnation of the Spirit of the World, he alone can master bending all four elements. But, just when he was needed most, he disappeared. Now, 100 years later, a young Waterbender named Key and his loveable assistant Jonghyun stumble upon the long lost Avatar Taemin, who was encased in an iceberg for 100 years. Now, they must help Taemin master all four elements before summer when LeeTeuk's grandson Fire Lord Heechil will use a comet to deal one last deadly strike against the other nations and claim a Fire Nation victory. But, all that is easier said than done with the Fire Lord's determined and hot-tempered son, Prince Minho, hot on their trail.-Outline from ibdm.com
There was only one sound that cut through the dense fog that clouded the boy’s mind. The silent, consistent drip of water far off, the gentle ping of the liquid upon metal as gravity pull it from below, causing it to crash unto the metal plates. It felt as if his arms were being pulled out of their sockets, hands extended far above his head as he hung in midair, wrists bound in metal, cutting into his delicate smooth skin as he pulled slightly to try to ease the pressure as he woke up slowly. His eyes blinked, discovering a dark room, lit only with fire that clung to a torch as it licked at the air with multiple tongues.
Where was he? This wasn’t the last place he remembered. Where was the field with the stream? Where was Key and his protective aurora? Where was Jonghyun and the sounds of his light snores as he slept beneath the trees? This wasn’t where he should be, this was a cell meant to keep him prisoner. The entire room was metal, the heat near unbearable as sweat trickle down his neck and stuck his clothes to his frail body. How did he get there?
Fear and panic slammed into his system as he tried to rationalize everything, his almond eyes darting all over the place. The air wasn’t pure, it wasn’t clean and it made his heart ache slightly as he inhaled the smell of burning coals and nothing but the stench of fire. Heat was everywhere in this place and it just made his insides quiver slightly. He was in the Fire Nation’s den. This thought alone caused the boy to tremble, pulling at the links on his arms roughly, and his mind going blank for only a moment as to how to actually escape. There was no way to undo the chains, even with the power of the suffocated wind, it was impossible in a place where there seemed to have no fresh, pure air.
The frail boy struggled, twisting his body, straining his muscles until they hurt and cried in protest. The chains clanked precariously, signaling to those outside that he was up to something. It took only a few more moments of struggling for someone to walk in, the sound of feet hitting the metal in light steps caused the boy to look in that direction, his eyes wide, before him stood the tall prince of the Fire Nation. The prince wore black pants that tucked into his leather boots, a dark long sleeve undershirt that was mostly hidden by the plates of armor that were a russet red, gilded in golden trim, and sword accompanied him on his back.
The fire wielder stepped forward, his handsome gaze falling upon the slender face before him. This prince had captured the frail, seemingly harmless person in chains. One large hand reached up, fingertips grazing the delicate structure of the boy’s cheek, heat trailing upon the line he created down the jaw line. “To think, the Avatar would be such a beauty, none before you are said to possess such frail characteristics. Are you sure you’re even the true Avatar boy?” His eyes narrowed upon the air bender, bending closer so his hot breath fell over the smooth face in searing puffs as he spoke.
Those perfectly almond eyes narrowed slowly, annoyance apparent in their depths. “I have a name… Taemin,” was all the boy spat out before he gathered some of his energy, calling upon the heavy hair to push the prince away from him with a forceful gust, making him nearly tumbled back onto the ground if he hadn’t caught himself.
The prince’s eyes went large for a moment, anger reflecting in their depths as he took a step forward again. “You’re no Avatar Taemin… you shouldn’t abuse those who have you captive. We could do so much worse to that pretty face of yours.” As if to set truth to his words of warning, he stepped back just enough, eyes flickering over to the fire that seemed to surround them with its heat before beckoning it towards him, snaking it through the air and right over Taemin’s head, causing the fringe of his bangs to set fire before the boy gained enough sense to put it out with his own air.
“Hey! You can’t just burn people’s hair!” the boy shouted, his anger getting the better of him as he gathered his own strength, sending another gust of air through the small compartment and shoving the prince back against the metal wall harshly. Taemin’s eyes blazed with anger, but he couldn’t bring himself to honestly hate the prince that seemed to like teasing him about his appearance and frail structure.
The prince returned the glare, turning towards the guards that seemed to watch the interaction with passive stares, knowing well enough that the prince could handle this matter all on his own. “Leave, close the door behind you. Only come upon my request.” The command was sharp and quick, rolling off the older male’s tongue with fire as the guards nodded, quickly walking out of the room. The pulled the door closed, the metal grinding causing the boy in chains to wince, and the click of the lock left the feeling of finality hanging in the air.
A moment in time stood frozen as the fire prince looked upon the beautiful face before him and Taemin just returned the gaze, becoming curious by the actions of the fire wielder as he tried to construct an answer within his mind as to why they would need the privacy. Then the moment broke when the prince walked forward, extracting the sword from his back silently and held it poised in the air.
Fear struck Taemin, paralyzing his mind as the sword swept down. He was a millisecond from tossing a strong gust of wind unto the prince, but as his mind quickly detected the path of the blade, he held back. He heard the clank of metal against metal and the chains on his ankles were broken off, those almond eyes going wide in shock as the sword was place back into its sheath on the prince’s back. Taemin’s personal space was invaded once more as the fire wielder stepped forward, his hands reaching up to let a soft click resonate within the room as he undid the cuffs from the boy’s wrists, fingers brushing the delicate skin just with light caresses.
The frail limbs fell to the boy’s side and he looked up, shock playing on his features. “Why… I mean… Thank you?” he whispered softly, wonder playing in the depths of his orbs as he tried so desperately to grasp at what was happening. Was this reality? Was the prince letting him free?
“Taemin…” the deep voice rumbled softly, deer-like eyes looking down upon the delicate features of the air bender. “You have to promise to be good for now; you looked uncomfortable in those chains. It seemed unfair to me to have you tied up like an animal.” A smile flourished on the once scowling face, the heated demeanor now gone as they were left alone and Taemin felt his body relax just a little as he tried to understand what was going on.
The boy looked at the prince through his slightly burnt, black fringe and felt his cheeks flush with the gaze that was bestowed upon him. “What’s… your name?” he asked softly, feeling foolish for just a moment. He could easily escape, they both knew this, but the entire curiosity of the situation caused the boy to keep his feet firmly planted on the ground as he waited for an answer.
“Choi Minho… I would have thought you would know that, but then again you haven’t been around for a long time…” A smirk was flashed as he talked down to the boy before him, his gaze piercing as he watched the small movements that Taemin made. A very instinctive part of Minho was growing deep within his chest, something that wanted to burst free with the carefree looks upon Taemin’s face and innocent demeanor he seemed to possess, but he shoved those away and focused on looking as kind as possible.
“Minho…” Taemin’s voice sounded soft as he tested the feel of the name on his tongue, finding he enjoyed the way it rolled about and came out in a soft tone. It was a nice name to give someone and he found himself smiling just slightly as he looked up at the other male. “Are you letting me go Minho?”
The prince felt his eyes grow dark for only a moment, the thought of letting the boy leave now made his chest clench and anger flare within him. Minho didn’t want this boy out of his sight, to let the radiant beautiful innocence escape him, but he also didn’t want to see that miserable look upon the boy’s face again if he kept him here. Would he give up everything for this one person that seemed to suddenly take a violent grip on his heart and pull on strings that hadn’t been twanged since he was a young child and thought war was unnecessary? Would he revert back to the boy his father despised for his thoughts of peace and world harmony?
Taemin watched as turmoil crossed that handsome face, his breath catching in his chest for a moment. He hadn’t truly noticed before just how handsome Minho was, the way the flames drew to him, lighting his face in an orange glow that made his eyes sparkle with untold emotions. He couldn’t tell what the elder boy’s decision would be and it made his stomach churn with uncertainty for a moment, his eyelashes fanning over pale cheeks as he looked down, lowering his eye lids in thought.
“Taemin… as much… as I would love to set you free, do you know… what my father would do to me? How badly I would wish for death and never have my wish granted because I let my judgment slip for a beautiful face and sweet demeanor?” Minho asked softly, stepping forward yet again, his fingertips grazing the smooth skin, the tension crackled in the air, that undeniable tension of attraction.
A breath caught within the prince’s chest and his heart felt as if it sped up to an unbearable speed as he looked down into the innocent gaze that was directed towards him solely. Taemin’s eyes gave indication that he was thinking hard about a plan, before his plush lips opened to speak. “You could leave with me… between us I’m sure no one could oppose us and we can continue to change our world until you and I are both free of execution by your father.”
Those naïve words tugged so harshly at Minho’s heart that he nearly gave in to those emotions, his eyes misting only for a moment before he pushed them away. What was it about this boy that made him want to give in, to throw away everything he worked so hard to achieve, to unearth everything he tried to bury deep within himself? He craved to make the boy smile, to give him everything that his heart desired, to just stand beside him even if it meant turning against his entire nation and becoming a traitor.
The sweet nature that the fire wielder naturally held came rushing forward then and he cupped the boy’s face softly, bushing his thumb over the high cheek bone with care, his eyes boring down into the other’s. All of his resolve broke and he swooped down, bending his neck as he tilted back Taemin’s head and connected their lips, their mouths sealing in a heated kiss as passion flowed from Minho to the other, warming his flesh with his touch. Minho would take the boy away from here, he would give him the peace they both craved and he would help his Avatar to the best of his abilities.
Taemin was shocked, never hearing of such actions before and his eyes closed, his mouth still for a moment before he moved it slowly, sweet in the very motions he made. He pulled back all too soon, his eyes bright and sparkling as he tried to figure out this delicious feeling that seem to stir deep within him with precarious boundaries. His hands were gripping the strong arms beneath the thin undershirt that Minho wore and a shudder passed through his body.
“I will leave with you on one condition… it is your decision as to what will happen.” Minho stared down into the angelic face, his fingers softly touching the short black hair for a moment. “Will you give yourself to me completely right here in this moment Avatar?”
The younger boy blinked, confusion evident in his features as he nodded slowly, his eyes gleaming. “I give myself to you Minho as long as you come with me when we leave… I could not leave you behind to face a fate of pain.” A small smile played on Taemin’s lips as he thought of the fire prince coming with him, helping him change the world one small village at a time. This gave him enough courage to promise himself to this other that held him in his hands so tenderly.
“Good… I wouldn’t want to take something that isn’t mine.” A grin spread over the handsome face and their mouths met again suddenly. The kiss from before paled in comparison, the searing heat that passed from Minho into Taemin was enough to make the boy melt. They moved towards the nearby wall behind them, the air bender pressed against the metal wall, heat warming his back from the fire that constantly coursed through the building. Fingers leafed into short hair, finger nails scraping softly at the boy’s scalp as he mewled softly into the warm mouth.
Warm hands traveled over the light colored cloth of Taemin’s clothes, finding the ties and undoing them before easing off the shirt. Fingers scaled over the palest skin to greet Minho’s eyes, flesh as soft as flower petals dipped in honey milk. He drank in the sight of the frail body before leaning in and kissing softly and the unblemished skin, fingers softly trailing over the swirling, delicate markings of the Air Nation that scrolled over Taemin’s arms, the one upon his forehead hidden mostly by his hair, but there none the less. Minho found the script and patterns beautiful, nothing could be ugly about the boy before him and he didn’t complain.
Instead he began to kiss him again, feeling the soft skin as small hands gripped onto his biceps as the boy felt shocks of pleasant delight. Minho wanted so much more than this, but knowing the boy and knowing the legend, the once monk probably didn’t even know what they were doing was called. So he would go about this as gently as possible. He pulled back, undoing his armor, releasing the clasps on the leather bands before dropping the gear to the side with a soft clang. Then his dark undershirt was over his head and joining the pile. As each inch of his bare skin was revealed, Taemin felt his breath hitch and pants tighten at the beautiful sight of rippling muscles just beneath taught skin. Slowly, as if scared, the boy reached out, fingers slowly tracing along the lines of the definition there and a small smile pulled at Minho’s lips as he let the boy explore for only a moment more before easing his hands away and capturing his lips again.
The remaining process of removing the last article of clothing came slowly, Minho soothing Taemin through every step, though everything felt so natural for the air bender. It felt as if he were meant to do this, that he should willingly let Minho lead him from now on, but he knew it was a foolish notion. But as Minho carefully kissed him and touched his body in ways he never thought possible, he knew he could give in now without worry.
Taemin melted back against the wall, feeling those large hands covet his body, making his skin tingle with the prince’s inner fire as he lifted and writhed helplessly in the air. He wanted more, so much more, but he didn’t know what that more was. How far this go could, he didn’t even know. He just trusted Minho more than anyone else in that moment as the elder pulled away slowly, bending over to search through the piles of clothes that were on either side of them.
After a moment he resurfaced, a smile on his face as he pulled out a small bottle of oil often used to create a greater fire in fights when it was needed. Minho never felt the need to use it before, so it was full, but he knew that it would be perfect for this moment. “This… may feel weird…” he whispered softly as he opened the small vile, pouring a good amount onto his fingers before returning to Taemin’s arms and smiling down at him.
Taemin didn’t know what he meant at first until he felt the slicked warm hand sliding down his back, over the swell of his bottom and then spreading his cheeks apart with care. Shock played on his features and he tensed as a finger began to gently rub over his puckered opening. But Minho anticipated this and began to whisper consoling words, kissing over the pulse point in his neck gently to distract him. Taemin took a moment before he relaxed like the fire wielder pleaded for him to do.
The first finger gave the boy an odd sensation and his face scrunched in confusion as he waited. Why were they doing this? It felt weird, but for a moment Minho whispered a promise of a greater pleasure than he had ever felt before and gave him a searing kiss that knocked the breath out of him. It seemed as though the pleasure would take a while for him to achieve as the prince moved at such a slow pace that Taemin seemed to think that time had stopped completely. But then it happened, a shooting pleasure flew up his spine, causing his head to snap back and hit into the wall as Minho pressed something deep within him. He tensed at the sudden wave of bliss, his body jerking slightly, but then sunk back, moaning openly for the other to see as his body moved on its own accord. His hips flicked forward then back, making the fingers rub deep inside him, giving him a deeper pleasure than he thought possible.
Minho gave a smirk, allowing the boy a few moments of bliss before he removed the digits with ease. Taemin gave a mewl of protest, his body wanting the fingers again, or something more. He felt desperate, like he would never have that same fulfillment again. But Minho shushed him, kissing his pouting lips softly as he took a bit more oil and covered his much neglected erection in the substance before softly using his free hand to ease up a thigh and let the slender leg wrap around his waist. Taemin seemed to catch on quickly as he bit his lip in anticipation.
The first moment felt like utter suspense and then a pain that Taemin had never felt before shot up his spine, making him cry out. Nothing but hurt was etched onto his face and Minho paused, his member hardly in as he softly brushed the hair from Taemin’s face, kissing his forehead over the swirling design. “Relax… it helps…” he whispered, his hand gently caressing any part he could think of as his hips quivered with the effort of holding back the insistent urge to plunge straight into the young boy.
When the boy was slow to relax, Minho barely inched into him, but with much time and care, he was buried inside the boy that had buried his face in his neck, trembling with pain and fear. Why did he do this? Did he want Minho to leave with him this badly? The answer yes came so quickly to his mind that it made him shiver. He lifted his second leg, wrapping it around the prince’s waist with the help of another large hand and he was held there.
After what felt like an eternity, it felt like his bottom was no longer ripping in half and he gave a soft sound, wondering briefly if this was all that was going to happen, but he knew instinctively that it wasn’t. It took only a short moment after that solitary sound for Minho to shift and lift him a bit more and flick his hips slowly, pulling back only a little to only bury himself inside the air bender again.
This slow patterned continued for a few minutes as the pain slowly subsided and deep tingling took its place. Taemin could only tell that it felt good in a way that made him hurt at the same time as it made him feel shocks of pleasure. A sound of bliss escaped his lips and his head removed itself from Minho’s shoulder and fell back onto the wall as his arms loosely held onto the strong shoulders and his back pressed into the warm metal.
Everything felt so hot, their bodies seemed to grow with a building fire that emitted from Minho and a small bit that seemed to reflect deep within Taemin. It was slow at first, a gently lapping of heat that seemed to increase with each easy thrust into the smaller boy’s body, making him cry out as he gripped onto the stronger shoulders, his legs tightening around his waist to hold himself there.
Large, warm hands held onto the small waist tightly as they rocked together, their bodies synchronized to one another. The heat seemed to increase in each passing second, the air around them crackling as they kissed hotly, tongues slipping against one another’s sloppily in a wet kiss. Gasping breaths echoed off the metal walls, colliding with the ones that continued to emit from the boys until the air was filled with the continuous loop of their melodic sounds of bliss.
The buildup became unbearable, their bodies sweating and gliding much more than they had before and with little patience, Minho reached between them, giving only a small touch to Taemin’s swollen member when the boy released with a shout, his back arching off the wall drastically, his lower half clenching as pleasure shot through his veins at the speed of light. With the picture of utter bliss on the boy’s face before him, Minho felt himself lose the last bits of sanity as he gave on last, sharp hammer of his hips and spilled deep within the younger male.
The two clung to one another, panting in the heated air with greedy lungs, limp arms barely clinging to hot flesh. But with great reluctance, they pulled apart. Taemin’s feet delicately hit the ground and he winced as pain shot up from his back side, but tried to mask it. They would need to leave after this and he would have to shove it to the side for now. So instead he focused on dressing with Minho, allowing only slight discomfort to show in his once completely graceful moves.
Minho saw this and gently pressed his hand to the boy’s lower back through the tunic that was back on his body. He let the warmth seep through to soothe the muscles if only for a short while. “We’ll have to be quick. If you feel any more pain, let me know and I’ll carry you.” Minho gave a soft kiss to the boy’s temple before finishing his last bits of armor and gripping Taemin’s hand gently. “Come on, let’s get you back to Key and Jonghyun.” He gave the boy a gentle smile and walked towards the door, leading them to their destiny that was now forever intertwined.
Rating: R - NC17
Genre: AU, romance
Disclaimer: I do not own Avater: The Last Airbender which this is based off of. Sorry.
Warning: Boy x Boy Smut
Summary: Taemin, the last controller of air was captured by the despicable fire nation. But what happens when the boy can pull at the heart strings of the prince of the fire nation? Will their paths change for all eternity?
In a lost age the world is divided into four equal powers: Water Tribe, Earth Kingdom, Fire Nation, and Air Nomads. In each nation there's a group of gifted people known as Benders who have the ability to manipulate their native element using martial arts and elemental magic. For thousands of years the nations lived together peacefully. But then disaster struck. The young ruler of the Fire Nation, Fire Lord LeeTeuk, began a war of world conquest. The only one who could have prevented it was the Avatar. The Avatar is the human incarnation of the Spirit of the World, he alone can master bending all four elements. But, just when he was needed most, he disappeared. Now, 100 years later, a young Waterbender named Key and his loveable assistant Jonghyun stumble upon the long lost Avatar Taemin, who was encased in an iceberg for 100 years. Now, they must help Taemin master all four elements before summer when LeeTeuk's grandson Fire Lord Heechil will use a comet to deal one last deadly strike against the other nations and claim a Fire Nation victory. But, all that is easier said than done with the Fire Lord's determined and hot-tempered son, Prince Minho, hot on their trail.-Outline from ibdm.com
There was only one sound that cut through the dense fog that clouded the boy’s mind. The silent, consistent drip of water far off, the gentle ping of the liquid upon metal as gravity pull it from below, causing it to crash unto the metal plates. It felt as if his arms were being pulled out of their sockets, hands extended far above his head as he hung in midair, wrists bound in metal, cutting into his delicate smooth skin as he pulled slightly to try to ease the pressure as he woke up slowly. His eyes blinked, discovering a dark room, lit only with fire that clung to a torch as it licked at the air with multiple tongues.
Where was he? This wasn’t the last place he remembered. Where was the field with the stream? Where was Key and his protective aurora? Where was Jonghyun and the sounds of his light snores as he slept beneath the trees? This wasn’t where he should be, this was a cell meant to keep him prisoner. The entire room was metal, the heat near unbearable as sweat trickle down his neck and stuck his clothes to his frail body. How did he get there?
Fear and panic slammed into his system as he tried to rationalize everything, his almond eyes darting all over the place. The air wasn’t pure, it wasn’t clean and it made his heart ache slightly as he inhaled the smell of burning coals and nothing but the stench of fire. Heat was everywhere in this place and it just made his insides quiver slightly. He was in the Fire Nation’s den. This thought alone caused the boy to tremble, pulling at the links on his arms roughly, and his mind going blank for only a moment as to how to actually escape. There was no way to undo the chains, even with the power of the suffocated wind, it was impossible in a place where there seemed to have no fresh, pure air.
The frail boy struggled, twisting his body, straining his muscles until they hurt and cried in protest. The chains clanked precariously, signaling to those outside that he was up to something. It took only a few more moments of struggling for someone to walk in, the sound of feet hitting the metal in light steps caused the boy to look in that direction, his eyes wide, before him stood the tall prince of the Fire Nation. The prince wore black pants that tucked into his leather boots, a dark long sleeve undershirt that was mostly hidden by the plates of armor that were a russet red, gilded in golden trim, and sword accompanied him on his back.
The fire wielder stepped forward, his handsome gaze falling upon the slender face before him. This prince had captured the frail, seemingly harmless person in chains. One large hand reached up, fingertips grazing the delicate structure of the boy’s cheek, heat trailing upon the line he created down the jaw line. “To think, the Avatar would be such a beauty, none before you are said to possess such frail characteristics. Are you sure you’re even the true Avatar boy?” His eyes narrowed upon the air bender, bending closer so his hot breath fell over the smooth face in searing puffs as he spoke.
Those perfectly almond eyes narrowed slowly, annoyance apparent in their depths. “I have a name… Taemin,” was all the boy spat out before he gathered some of his energy, calling upon the heavy hair to push the prince away from him with a forceful gust, making him nearly tumbled back onto the ground if he hadn’t caught himself.
The prince’s eyes went large for a moment, anger reflecting in their depths as he took a step forward again. “You’re no Avatar Taemin… you shouldn’t abuse those who have you captive. We could do so much worse to that pretty face of yours.” As if to set truth to his words of warning, he stepped back just enough, eyes flickering over to the fire that seemed to surround them with its heat before beckoning it towards him, snaking it through the air and right over Taemin’s head, causing the fringe of his bangs to set fire before the boy gained enough sense to put it out with his own air.
“Hey! You can’t just burn people’s hair!” the boy shouted, his anger getting the better of him as he gathered his own strength, sending another gust of air through the small compartment and shoving the prince back against the metal wall harshly. Taemin’s eyes blazed with anger, but he couldn’t bring himself to honestly hate the prince that seemed to like teasing him about his appearance and frail structure.
The prince returned the glare, turning towards the guards that seemed to watch the interaction with passive stares, knowing well enough that the prince could handle this matter all on his own. “Leave, close the door behind you. Only come upon my request.” The command was sharp and quick, rolling off the older male’s tongue with fire as the guards nodded, quickly walking out of the room. The pulled the door closed, the metal grinding causing the boy in chains to wince, and the click of the lock left the feeling of finality hanging in the air.
A moment in time stood frozen as the fire prince looked upon the beautiful face before him and Taemin just returned the gaze, becoming curious by the actions of the fire wielder as he tried to construct an answer within his mind as to why they would need the privacy. Then the moment broke when the prince walked forward, extracting the sword from his back silently and held it poised in the air.
Fear struck Taemin, paralyzing his mind as the sword swept down. He was a millisecond from tossing a strong gust of wind unto the prince, but as his mind quickly detected the path of the blade, he held back. He heard the clank of metal against metal and the chains on his ankles were broken off, those almond eyes going wide in shock as the sword was place back into its sheath on the prince’s back. Taemin’s personal space was invaded once more as the fire wielder stepped forward, his hands reaching up to let a soft click resonate within the room as he undid the cuffs from the boy’s wrists, fingers brushing the delicate skin just with light caresses.
The frail limbs fell to the boy’s side and he looked up, shock playing on his features. “Why… I mean… Thank you?” he whispered softly, wonder playing in the depths of his orbs as he tried so desperately to grasp at what was happening. Was this reality? Was the prince letting him free?
“Taemin…” the deep voice rumbled softly, deer-like eyes looking down upon the delicate features of the air bender. “You have to promise to be good for now; you looked uncomfortable in those chains. It seemed unfair to me to have you tied up like an animal.” A smile flourished on the once scowling face, the heated demeanor now gone as they were left alone and Taemin felt his body relax just a little as he tried to understand what was going on.
The boy looked at the prince through his slightly burnt, black fringe and felt his cheeks flush with the gaze that was bestowed upon him. “What’s… your name?” he asked softly, feeling foolish for just a moment. He could easily escape, they both knew this, but the entire curiosity of the situation caused the boy to keep his feet firmly planted on the ground as he waited for an answer.
“Choi Minho… I would have thought you would know that, but then again you haven’t been around for a long time…” A smirk was flashed as he talked down to the boy before him, his gaze piercing as he watched the small movements that Taemin made. A very instinctive part of Minho was growing deep within his chest, something that wanted to burst free with the carefree looks upon Taemin’s face and innocent demeanor he seemed to possess, but he shoved those away and focused on looking as kind as possible.
“Minho…” Taemin’s voice sounded soft as he tested the feel of the name on his tongue, finding he enjoyed the way it rolled about and came out in a soft tone. It was a nice name to give someone and he found himself smiling just slightly as he looked up at the other male. “Are you letting me go Minho?”
The prince felt his eyes grow dark for only a moment, the thought of letting the boy leave now made his chest clench and anger flare within him. Minho didn’t want this boy out of his sight, to let the radiant beautiful innocence escape him, but he also didn’t want to see that miserable look upon the boy’s face again if he kept him here. Would he give up everything for this one person that seemed to suddenly take a violent grip on his heart and pull on strings that hadn’t been twanged since he was a young child and thought war was unnecessary? Would he revert back to the boy his father despised for his thoughts of peace and world harmony?
Taemin watched as turmoil crossed that handsome face, his breath catching in his chest for a moment. He hadn’t truly noticed before just how handsome Minho was, the way the flames drew to him, lighting his face in an orange glow that made his eyes sparkle with untold emotions. He couldn’t tell what the elder boy’s decision would be and it made his stomach churn with uncertainty for a moment, his eyelashes fanning over pale cheeks as he looked down, lowering his eye lids in thought.
“Taemin… as much… as I would love to set you free, do you know… what my father would do to me? How badly I would wish for death and never have my wish granted because I let my judgment slip for a beautiful face and sweet demeanor?” Minho asked softly, stepping forward yet again, his fingertips grazing the smooth skin, the tension crackled in the air, that undeniable tension of attraction.
A breath caught within the prince’s chest and his heart felt as if it sped up to an unbearable speed as he looked down into the innocent gaze that was directed towards him solely. Taemin’s eyes gave indication that he was thinking hard about a plan, before his plush lips opened to speak. “You could leave with me… between us I’m sure no one could oppose us and we can continue to change our world until you and I are both free of execution by your father.”
Those naïve words tugged so harshly at Minho’s heart that he nearly gave in to those emotions, his eyes misting only for a moment before he pushed them away. What was it about this boy that made him want to give in, to throw away everything he worked so hard to achieve, to unearth everything he tried to bury deep within himself? He craved to make the boy smile, to give him everything that his heart desired, to just stand beside him even if it meant turning against his entire nation and becoming a traitor.
The sweet nature that the fire wielder naturally held came rushing forward then and he cupped the boy’s face softly, bushing his thumb over the high cheek bone with care, his eyes boring down into the other’s. All of his resolve broke and he swooped down, bending his neck as he tilted back Taemin’s head and connected their lips, their mouths sealing in a heated kiss as passion flowed from Minho to the other, warming his flesh with his touch. Minho would take the boy away from here, he would give him the peace they both craved and he would help his Avatar to the best of his abilities.
Taemin was shocked, never hearing of such actions before and his eyes closed, his mouth still for a moment before he moved it slowly, sweet in the very motions he made. He pulled back all too soon, his eyes bright and sparkling as he tried to figure out this delicious feeling that seem to stir deep within him with precarious boundaries. His hands were gripping the strong arms beneath the thin undershirt that Minho wore and a shudder passed through his body.
“I will leave with you on one condition… it is your decision as to what will happen.” Minho stared down into the angelic face, his fingers softly touching the short black hair for a moment. “Will you give yourself to me completely right here in this moment Avatar?”
The younger boy blinked, confusion evident in his features as he nodded slowly, his eyes gleaming. “I give myself to you Minho as long as you come with me when we leave… I could not leave you behind to face a fate of pain.” A small smile played on Taemin’s lips as he thought of the fire prince coming with him, helping him change the world one small village at a time. This gave him enough courage to promise himself to this other that held him in his hands so tenderly.
“Good… I wouldn’t want to take something that isn’t mine.” A grin spread over the handsome face and their mouths met again suddenly. The kiss from before paled in comparison, the searing heat that passed from Minho into Taemin was enough to make the boy melt. They moved towards the nearby wall behind them, the air bender pressed against the metal wall, heat warming his back from the fire that constantly coursed through the building. Fingers leafed into short hair, finger nails scraping softly at the boy’s scalp as he mewled softly into the warm mouth.
Warm hands traveled over the light colored cloth of Taemin’s clothes, finding the ties and undoing them before easing off the shirt. Fingers scaled over the palest skin to greet Minho’s eyes, flesh as soft as flower petals dipped in honey milk. He drank in the sight of the frail body before leaning in and kissing softly and the unblemished skin, fingers softly trailing over the swirling, delicate markings of the Air Nation that scrolled over Taemin’s arms, the one upon his forehead hidden mostly by his hair, but there none the less. Minho found the script and patterns beautiful, nothing could be ugly about the boy before him and he didn’t complain.
Instead he began to kiss him again, feeling the soft skin as small hands gripped onto his biceps as the boy felt shocks of pleasant delight. Minho wanted so much more than this, but knowing the boy and knowing the legend, the once monk probably didn’t even know what they were doing was called. So he would go about this as gently as possible. He pulled back, undoing his armor, releasing the clasps on the leather bands before dropping the gear to the side with a soft clang. Then his dark undershirt was over his head and joining the pile. As each inch of his bare skin was revealed, Taemin felt his breath hitch and pants tighten at the beautiful sight of rippling muscles just beneath taught skin. Slowly, as if scared, the boy reached out, fingers slowly tracing along the lines of the definition there and a small smile pulled at Minho’s lips as he let the boy explore for only a moment more before easing his hands away and capturing his lips again.
The remaining process of removing the last article of clothing came slowly, Minho soothing Taemin through every step, though everything felt so natural for the air bender. It felt as if he were meant to do this, that he should willingly let Minho lead him from now on, but he knew it was a foolish notion. But as Minho carefully kissed him and touched his body in ways he never thought possible, he knew he could give in now without worry.
Taemin melted back against the wall, feeling those large hands covet his body, making his skin tingle with the prince’s inner fire as he lifted and writhed helplessly in the air. He wanted more, so much more, but he didn’t know what that more was. How far this go could, he didn’t even know. He just trusted Minho more than anyone else in that moment as the elder pulled away slowly, bending over to search through the piles of clothes that were on either side of them.
After a moment he resurfaced, a smile on his face as he pulled out a small bottle of oil often used to create a greater fire in fights when it was needed. Minho never felt the need to use it before, so it was full, but he knew that it would be perfect for this moment. “This… may feel weird…” he whispered softly as he opened the small vile, pouring a good amount onto his fingers before returning to Taemin’s arms and smiling down at him.
Taemin didn’t know what he meant at first until he felt the slicked warm hand sliding down his back, over the swell of his bottom and then spreading his cheeks apart with care. Shock played on his features and he tensed as a finger began to gently rub over his puckered opening. But Minho anticipated this and began to whisper consoling words, kissing over the pulse point in his neck gently to distract him. Taemin took a moment before he relaxed like the fire wielder pleaded for him to do.
The first finger gave the boy an odd sensation and his face scrunched in confusion as he waited. Why were they doing this? It felt weird, but for a moment Minho whispered a promise of a greater pleasure than he had ever felt before and gave him a searing kiss that knocked the breath out of him. It seemed as though the pleasure would take a while for him to achieve as the prince moved at such a slow pace that Taemin seemed to think that time had stopped completely. But then it happened, a shooting pleasure flew up his spine, causing his head to snap back and hit into the wall as Minho pressed something deep within him. He tensed at the sudden wave of bliss, his body jerking slightly, but then sunk back, moaning openly for the other to see as his body moved on its own accord. His hips flicked forward then back, making the fingers rub deep inside him, giving him a deeper pleasure than he thought possible.
Minho gave a smirk, allowing the boy a few moments of bliss before he removed the digits with ease. Taemin gave a mewl of protest, his body wanting the fingers again, or something more. He felt desperate, like he would never have that same fulfillment again. But Minho shushed him, kissing his pouting lips softly as he took a bit more oil and covered his much neglected erection in the substance before softly using his free hand to ease up a thigh and let the slender leg wrap around his waist. Taemin seemed to catch on quickly as he bit his lip in anticipation.
The first moment felt like utter suspense and then a pain that Taemin had never felt before shot up his spine, making him cry out. Nothing but hurt was etched onto his face and Minho paused, his member hardly in as he softly brushed the hair from Taemin’s face, kissing his forehead over the swirling design. “Relax… it helps…” he whispered, his hand gently caressing any part he could think of as his hips quivered with the effort of holding back the insistent urge to plunge straight into the young boy.
When the boy was slow to relax, Minho barely inched into him, but with much time and care, he was buried inside the boy that had buried his face in his neck, trembling with pain and fear. Why did he do this? Did he want Minho to leave with him this badly? The answer yes came so quickly to his mind that it made him shiver. He lifted his second leg, wrapping it around the prince’s waist with the help of another large hand and he was held there.
After what felt like an eternity, it felt like his bottom was no longer ripping in half and he gave a soft sound, wondering briefly if this was all that was going to happen, but he knew instinctively that it wasn’t. It took only a short moment after that solitary sound for Minho to shift and lift him a bit more and flick his hips slowly, pulling back only a little to only bury himself inside the air bender again.
This slow patterned continued for a few minutes as the pain slowly subsided and deep tingling took its place. Taemin could only tell that it felt good in a way that made him hurt at the same time as it made him feel shocks of pleasure. A sound of bliss escaped his lips and his head removed itself from Minho’s shoulder and fell back onto the wall as his arms loosely held onto the strong shoulders and his back pressed into the warm metal.
Everything felt so hot, their bodies seemed to grow with a building fire that emitted from Minho and a small bit that seemed to reflect deep within Taemin. It was slow at first, a gently lapping of heat that seemed to increase with each easy thrust into the smaller boy’s body, making him cry out as he gripped onto the stronger shoulders, his legs tightening around his waist to hold himself there.
Large, warm hands held onto the small waist tightly as they rocked together, their bodies synchronized to one another. The heat seemed to increase in each passing second, the air around them crackling as they kissed hotly, tongues slipping against one another’s sloppily in a wet kiss. Gasping breaths echoed off the metal walls, colliding with the ones that continued to emit from the boys until the air was filled with the continuous loop of their melodic sounds of bliss.
The buildup became unbearable, their bodies sweating and gliding much more than they had before and with little patience, Minho reached between them, giving only a small touch to Taemin’s swollen member when the boy released with a shout, his back arching off the wall drastically, his lower half clenching as pleasure shot through his veins at the speed of light. With the picture of utter bliss on the boy’s face before him, Minho felt himself lose the last bits of sanity as he gave on last, sharp hammer of his hips and spilled deep within the younger male.
The two clung to one another, panting in the heated air with greedy lungs, limp arms barely clinging to hot flesh. But with great reluctance, they pulled apart. Taemin’s feet delicately hit the ground and he winced as pain shot up from his back side, but tried to mask it. They would need to leave after this and he would have to shove it to the side for now. So instead he focused on dressing with Minho, allowing only slight discomfort to show in his once completely graceful moves.
Minho saw this and gently pressed his hand to the boy’s lower back through the tunic that was back on his body. He let the warmth seep through to soothe the muscles if only for a short while. “We’ll have to be quick. If you feel any more pain, let me know and I’ll carry you.” Minho gave a soft kiss to the boy’s temple before finishing his last bits of armor and gripping Taemin’s hand gently. “Come on, let’s get you back to Key and Jonghyun.” He gave the boy a gentle smile and walked towards the door, leading them to their destiny that was now forever intertwined.