MfWAT: We Could Die Tomorrow
Memories from Western Air Temple
Chapter Title: We Could Die Tomorrow
Characters: Aang, Zuko, Sokka
Arc: Unity Arc
Setting: after To Look But Not to Touch, before Beginning of the End
Rating: T
Warnings: sexual content
Summary: Aang accosts Zuko
It was early evening when Aang slipped into the tent he shared with Zuko and Sokka. He noticed that Zuko was the only one present and took a calming breath.
“You know, Sokka’s going to be spending the night with Suki,” the airbender spoke while hoping that his tone didn’t betray any of his nervousness.
The look on Zuko’s face was completely deadpan. “That’s not really something he should be going around telling people, but I suppose it’s somewhat considerate that he let us know.”
“So we’re going to be alone tonight.” Aang decided that he should probably try to give more hints.
Zuko nodded his head in a manner that suggested he was agreeing with something. “It’ll be nice to get a break from the snoring.”
Aang let out a sigh. He would have to be more forward with Zuko, wouldn’t he?
“Is something the matter?” Zuko queried in a curious tone. So apparently Zuko could easily notice when Aang’s mood worsened but not when Aang was making a pass at him? Typical.
Directing a serious look at Zuko, Aang spoke slowly: “We could die tomorrow.”
Zuko’s expression turned sour. “Don’t joke about that.”
“It’s not a joke,” Aang insisted. “I just…I just want to…to be with you…just in case, you know...”
“I’ll be with you until the end Aang.” Zuko was smiling gently, reassuringly. “I’ll be with you as long as I can.”
Aang shook his head. “That’s not what I meant.” The airbender reached out to grasp Zuko’s face between his hands and leaned forward to kiss the other on the lips. Aang then pulled back to look Zuko in the eye. “I meant like that.”
The shade of red that had suddenly taken over Zuko’s face was darker than Aang had ever seen before on the other, and for a moment he honestly thought the firebender would refuse him. But when the answer came, it was only a very quiet: “Alright.”
“Alright?” Aang had to check to make sure he’d heard right and Zuko nodded his head in affirmation as he stepped to stand right in front of Aang before whispering: “You set the pace.”
The next kiss was initiated by them both as arms rose to form a tight embrace shared between the pair. Aang pressed himself against Zuko until he was certain he couldn’t be any closer, and the possessive grasp of Zuko’s hands against his back only encouraged him.
“Oh jeeze.” Aang jumped at the sudden drawn out groan and whirled around to face the tent entrance, where Sokka was standing looking extremely uncomfortable. “Now that’s not something I actually wanted to walk in on.”
Aang wrung his hands together nervously. Sokka had known how he felt about Zuko, but it was true that hearing and seeing something were two completely different things and Aang wondered how he could make this somehow less awkward for them all. “Sokka…”
It didn’t matter that Aang didn’t have any statement prepared, as Zuko actually spoke out: “I bet you do many similar things with your girlfriend.”
“I know!” Sokka’s voice rose desperately, but not angrily. “But neither of you two is a girl!” The teen waved his hand at the two of them, face an embarrassed scarlet. “Aren’t you weirded out by that?”
A quick glance at the prince beside him was all Aang needed to form his answer. “Not particularly.” The airbender shrugged. “Zuko is Zuko.”
Zuko gave Sokka a slightly teasing smirk. “Sounds like you’re the only one with a problem here, Sokka.”
“Oh, no!” Sokka lifted his hands in a surrendering gesture. “I’m completely fine with this! No problem!” Silence followed.
There was a sigh from Zuko as the firebender gave Sokka an exasperated look before asking: “Did you need anything in particular or did you just barge in here for the fun of it?”
“Actually, I was going to retrieve some maps but I can do one night without them.” Sokka started inching back towards the tent doorway as he spoke. “So I’ll just be going now and you two carry on.” The teen grimaced. “Actually, I’d rather you didn’t carry on, but it’s your own business who you want to be with.” At that point Sokka paused to actually consider what he was saying and sighed in a defeated manner. “I’ll just shut up now.”
“Good night Sokka,” Aang offered good-naturedly.
Sokka nodded, though his expression was still a bit troubled. “Yeah, night guys.”
There was a long silence after Sokka departed and Aang shifted his nervous eyes to meet Zuko’s own even ones.
“So, uhm, what now?” the airbender queried and Zuko’s lips quirked upwards in amusement.
“You tell me.” Zuko tapped a finger on Aang’s chin for emphasis. “I already said we were going at your pace.”
“Right.” Aang nodded and bit his lip as he watched Zuko for a moment, his gaze trailing down the other’s chin and neck to the top of his shirt. That really wouldn’t do, the airbender decided as he looked up to the prince’s face again with new determination. “I want to see you.” He lifted his hand and brushed his fingers against the folds of Zuko’s shirt, but pulled his hand back again, unsure if he would dare move the clothing by himself.
Silver eyes met gold and after a moment Zuko nodded his consent. “Alright.” The firebender’s hands went to the sash wrapped around his waist and Aang took a couple of steps back, giving the other room. The knot slid open easily and Zuko pulled the belt off with a slick movement that seemed almost obscene. Then the pale hands lifted to the outer shirt and pushed it off of broad shoulders, dropping the red fabric into a half circle around his ankles.
When Zuko started to lift his undershirt over his head, Aang’s gaze dropped down and the airbender started fumbling with his own belt, his nervous fingers shaking and managing to only make the knot tighten. A couple of scoffs and tugs later the knot was finally open and Aang pulled his belt off.
There was a thump of leather against ground and Aang jumped at the sound, his eyes falling on Zuko’s boots, thrown carelessly to the side. Aang looked up to the other to see Zuko giving him an assessing look that made Aang feel like he was the one wearing only his pants instead of the prince.
Zuko then lifted a hand and beckoned Aang over with a quirked finger and Aang slowly started to move closer to the prince, keeping his eyes focused on the other’s encouraging smile. He was cut off in the middle, however, when Zuko covered the remaining distance between them and caught his lips in a quick kiss.
“Ah?” Aang blinked at Zuko in surprise. “What was that for?” Instead of a response Aang received another kiss from Zuko, a longer and slower one this time and afterwards Zuko looked Aang in the eye and asked a question of his own: “Aang, why are we doing this?”
Pausing in confusion, Aang wondered about the question for a moment. Was Zuko against this after all? A worry began to nag at him even as Zuko’s smile never faltered. Still, it seemed that Zuko noticed his mood, as he brought his hand under Aang’s chin. “Isn’t it to get closer?” Zuko’s smile widened and Aang felt his cheeks redden. “So this distance is pointless.”
“G-got it.” Aang nodded his head and then reached out to grasp the back of Zuko’s head. He was sure that if only Zuko were to kiss him some more he could relax, and so he pulled Zuko in and pressed their mouths together gently.
They kissed slowly and Aang savored each caress of Zuko’s lips against his own even as he felt Zuko’s hands pushing back the layers of his clothes, over his shoulder and down his arm and chest. Their kiss broke and Zuko leaned down to give an open-mouthed kiss to Aang’s shoulder while Aang panted heavily, trying to regain his breath. Zuko pulled away from Aang, taking Aang’s top with him and he laid the article of clothing on top of his own shirts. Then the firebender grasped Aang’s hand and led the shorter boy to the bedding, only to pause in an indecisive manner.
It was Aang who made the next move from that point on, placing his hands on Zuko’s shoulders and pushing the prince down to sit on the bedding. The airbender then straddled the other’s lap before proceeding to continue kissing the firender. Zuko’s returned the kiss with enthusiasm and his hands lifted to press against Aang’s back, warm and gentle.
As the number of kisses increased, their embrace grew more and more passionate, impatient hands roaming across naked skin in a quest to memorise every inch of one another. The couple fell sideways onto the soft surface below and Aang gasped for breath when the warmth of Zuko’s hands went low, between his legs. When Zuko made a move to retreat afterwards, Aang expressed his consent in a manner that he was certain Zuko would understand as he started to tug at the firebender’s pants.
The last articles of clothing were stripped away, the fabric sticking to damp skin and complicating the removal somewhat. Aang captured Zuko’s lips in a yet another kiss as their bare bodies pressed together.
The body pressed against Aang’s own so intimately was so warm it felt feverish and Aang panted as Zuko’s coarse hands touched him all over, the touch always tender even as the hands fumbled. That small bit of imperfection encouraged Aang to caress Zuko back, returning each pleasurable press and stroke with one of his own.
Lips met again and again, the kisses growing more desperate as the touching grew more frantic. Gasps and pants turned into moans and groans and finally escalated into a single unintelligible exclamation that made the ground shatter and revealed the path to oblivion.
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Author’s Notes: Wow, once again my chapter has managed to completely surprise me. I had some issues to overcome when it came to writing this, ones I won’t be repeating here as they belong to a different fandom entirely. Also, this is probably the most attention I’ve ever paid to undressing ever. And of course Zuko would know how to take clothes off sensually, the manstripper.
More Memories from Western Air Temple
Chapter Title: We Could Die Tomorrow
Characters: Aang, Zuko, Sokka
Arc: Unity Arc
Setting: after To Look But Not to Touch, before Beginning of the End
Rating: T
Warnings: sexual content
Summary: Aang accosts Zuko
It was early evening when Aang slipped into the tent he shared with Zuko and Sokka. He noticed that Zuko was the only one present and took a calming breath.
“You know, Sokka’s going to be spending the night with Suki,” the airbender spoke while hoping that his tone didn’t betray any of his nervousness.
The look on Zuko’s face was completely deadpan. “That’s not really something he should be going around telling people, but I suppose it’s somewhat considerate that he let us know.”
“So we’re going to be alone tonight.” Aang decided that he should probably try to give more hints.
Zuko nodded his head in a manner that suggested he was agreeing with something. “It’ll be nice to get a break from the snoring.”
Aang let out a sigh. He would have to be more forward with Zuko, wouldn’t he?
“Is something the matter?” Zuko queried in a curious tone. So apparently Zuko could easily notice when Aang’s mood worsened but not when Aang was making a pass at him? Typical.
Directing a serious look at Zuko, Aang spoke slowly: “We could die tomorrow.”
Zuko’s expression turned sour. “Don’t joke about that.”
“It’s not a joke,” Aang insisted. “I just…I just want to…to be with you…just in case, you know...”
“I’ll be with you until the end Aang.” Zuko was smiling gently, reassuringly. “I’ll be with you as long as I can.”
Aang shook his head. “That’s not what I meant.” The airbender reached out to grasp Zuko’s face between his hands and leaned forward to kiss the other on the lips. Aang then pulled back to look Zuko in the eye. “I meant like that.”
The shade of red that had suddenly taken over Zuko’s face was darker than Aang had ever seen before on the other, and for a moment he honestly thought the firebender would refuse him. But when the answer came, it was only a very quiet: “Alright.”
“Alright?” Aang had to check to make sure he’d heard right and Zuko nodded his head in affirmation as he stepped to stand right in front of Aang before whispering: “You set the pace.”
The next kiss was initiated by them both as arms rose to form a tight embrace shared between the pair. Aang pressed himself against Zuko until he was certain he couldn’t be any closer, and the possessive grasp of Zuko’s hands against his back only encouraged him.
“Oh jeeze.” Aang jumped at the sudden drawn out groan and whirled around to face the tent entrance, where Sokka was standing looking extremely uncomfortable. “Now that’s not something I actually wanted to walk in on.”
Aang wrung his hands together nervously. Sokka had known how he felt about Zuko, but it was true that hearing and seeing something were two completely different things and Aang wondered how he could make this somehow less awkward for them all. “Sokka…”
It didn’t matter that Aang didn’t have any statement prepared, as Zuko actually spoke out: “I bet you do many similar things with your girlfriend.”
“I know!” Sokka’s voice rose desperately, but not angrily. “But neither of you two is a girl!” The teen waved his hand at the two of them, face an embarrassed scarlet. “Aren’t you weirded out by that?”
A quick glance at the prince beside him was all Aang needed to form his answer. “Not particularly.” The airbender shrugged. “Zuko is Zuko.”
Zuko gave Sokka a slightly teasing smirk. “Sounds like you’re the only one with a problem here, Sokka.”
“Oh, no!” Sokka lifted his hands in a surrendering gesture. “I’m completely fine with this! No problem!” Silence followed.
There was a sigh from Zuko as the firebender gave Sokka an exasperated look before asking: “Did you need anything in particular or did you just barge in here for the fun of it?”
“Actually, I was going to retrieve some maps but I can do one night without them.” Sokka started inching back towards the tent doorway as he spoke. “So I’ll just be going now and you two carry on.” The teen grimaced. “Actually, I’d rather you didn’t carry on, but it’s your own business who you want to be with.” At that point Sokka paused to actually consider what he was saying and sighed in a defeated manner. “I’ll just shut up now.”
“Good night Sokka,” Aang offered good-naturedly.
Sokka nodded, though his expression was still a bit troubled. “Yeah, night guys.”
There was a long silence after Sokka departed and Aang shifted his nervous eyes to meet Zuko’s own even ones.
“So, uhm, what now?” the airbender queried and Zuko’s lips quirked upwards in amusement.
“You tell me.” Zuko tapped a finger on Aang’s chin for emphasis. “I already said we were going at your pace.”
“Right.” Aang nodded and bit his lip as he watched Zuko for a moment, his gaze trailing down the other’s chin and neck to the top of his shirt. That really wouldn’t do, the airbender decided as he looked up to the prince’s face again with new determination. “I want to see you.” He lifted his hand and brushed his fingers against the folds of Zuko’s shirt, but pulled his hand back again, unsure if he would dare move the clothing by himself.
Silver eyes met gold and after a moment Zuko nodded his consent. “Alright.” The firebender’s hands went to the sash wrapped around his waist and Aang took a couple of steps back, giving the other room. The knot slid open easily and Zuko pulled the belt off with a slick movement that seemed almost obscene. Then the pale hands lifted to the outer shirt and pushed it off of broad shoulders, dropping the red fabric into a half circle around his ankles.
When Zuko started to lift his undershirt over his head, Aang’s gaze dropped down and the airbender started fumbling with his own belt, his nervous fingers shaking and managing to only make the knot tighten. A couple of scoffs and tugs later the knot was finally open and Aang pulled his belt off.
There was a thump of leather against ground and Aang jumped at the sound, his eyes falling on Zuko’s boots, thrown carelessly to the side. Aang looked up to the other to see Zuko giving him an assessing look that made Aang feel like he was the one wearing only his pants instead of the prince.
Zuko then lifted a hand and beckoned Aang over with a quirked finger and Aang slowly started to move closer to the prince, keeping his eyes focused on the other’s encouraging smile. He was cut off in the middle, however, when Zuko covered the remaining distance between them and caught his lips in a quick kiss.
“Ah?” Aang blinked at Zuko in surprise. “What was that for?” Instead of a response Aang received another kiss from Zuko, a longer and slower one this time and afterwards Zuko looked Aang in the eye and asked a question of his own: “Aang, why are we doing this?”
Pausing in confusion, Aang wondered about the question for a moment. Was Zuko against this after all? A worry began to nag at him even as Zuko’s smile never faltered. Still, it seemed that Zuko noticed his mood, as he brought his hand under Aang’s chin. “Isn’t it to get closer?” Zuko’s smile widened and Aang felt his cheeks redden. “So this distance is pointless.”
“G-got it.” Aang nodded his head and then reached out to grasp the back of Zuko’s head. He was sure that if only Zuko were to kiss him some more he could relax, and so he pulled Zuko in and pressed their mouths together gently.
They kissed slowly and Aang savored each caress of Zuko’s lips against his own even as he felt Zuko’s hands pushing back the layers of his clothes, over his shoulder and down his arm and chest. Their kiss broke and Zuko leaned down to give an open-mouthed kiss to Aang’s shoulder while Aang panted heavily, trying to regain his breath. Zuko pulled away from Aang, taking Aang’s top with him and he laid the article of clothing on top of his own shirts. Then the firebender grasped Aang’s hand and led the shorter boy to the bedding, only to pause in an indecisive manner.
It was Aang who made the next move from that point on, placing his hands on Zuko’s shoulders and pushing the prince down to sit on the bedding. The airbender then straddled the other’s lap before proceeding to continue kissing the firender. Zuko’s returned the kiss with enthusiasm and his hands lifted to press against Aang’s back, warm and gentle.
As the number of kisses increased, their embrace grew more and more passionate, impatient hands roaming across naked skin in a quest to memorise every inch of one another. The couple fell sideways onto the soft surface below and Aang gasped for breath when the warmth of Zuko’s hands went low, between his legs. When Zuko made a move to retreat afterwards, Aang expressed his consent in a manner that he was certain Zuko would understand as he started to tug at the firebender’s pants.
The last articles of clothing were stripped away, the fabric sticking to damp skin and complicating the removal somewhat. Aang captured Zuko’s lips in a yet another kiss as their bare bodies pressed together.
The body pressed against Aang’s own so intimately was so warm it felt feverish and Aang panted as Zuko’s coarse hands touched him all over, the touch always tender even as the hands fumbled. That small bit of imperfection encouraged Aang to caress Zuko back, returning each pleasurable press and stroke with one of his own.
Lips met again and again, the kisses growing more desperate as the touching grew more frantic. Gasps and pants turned into moans and groans and finally escalated into a single unintelligible exclamation that made the ground shatter and revealed the path to oblivion.
&
Author’s Notes: Wow, once again my chapter has managed to completely surprise me. I had some issues to overcome when it came to writing this, ones I won’t be repeating here as they belong to a different fandom entirely. Also, this is probably the most attention I’ve ever paid to undressing ever. And of course Zuko would know how to take clothes off sensually, the manstripper.
More Memories from Western Air Temple