Fic: "The Good Old Days" (Happy birthday, Lepharus!)
Yay, I made it in time! :D
Title: The Good Old Days
Word Count: 1, 114
Rating: PG - 13
Warning: Some language, hints of sexual content
Characters/Pairings: Zuko/Aang
Summary: Set in the "Of Air and Fire" universe, post-canon. Aang wants to celebrate an anniversary in his own, special way, but things don't exactly go as planned.
Author's Notes: Happy birthday, lepharus! Surprise, surprise! I hope you like this little quickie. It's rushed and unbeta'd, but I had fun writing it anyway. Inspired by a wonderful fic from the Summer Jetko Exchange (hosted by the wonderful birthday girl herself).
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THE GOOD OLD DAYS
“We look ridiculous.”
“No we don’t. Now stop complaining and get over here.”
“But Aang!” Zuko gestured wildly around the cabin as though imploring mercy from the many inanimate objects cluttering its admittedly vast space, to no avail.
“You promised, Sunshine.” Aang knew it was unfair, but really, they needed to get things going if they wanted to make it before anyone saw it fit to interrupt them and Zuko was currently working himself into one of his fits, which the Avatar could not allow for numerous quite pressing reasons. “You know it wouldn’t be honorable to back out now. Besides, you look sexy. Now get on with it.”
Fire Lord Zuko, ruler of the Fire Nation and the love of Aang’s life for nearly five years now, was currently busy glaring so hard as though he was trying to lightning-bend with his eyes only. “You made me promise that when I was drunk. It doesn’t count.”
“It does too,” Aang pointed out very logically. “Besides, it is the anniversary of our first meeting. You said we get to do whatever I want on that day. And I want this. So get cracking, chop chop.”
Zuko’s only response was to glare even harder. For a moment he looked so utterly cute and hilarious that it was all Aang could do not to burst out laughing - but he stopped himself just in time, biting his lower lip. That would have destroyed his plans for the evening for sure.
“Good, you’re getting in character,” he congratulated Zuko instead, taking care to smile in the way he knew would usually get Zuko to comply with whatever scheme he came up with. “Come on, Sunshine. It’ll be fun.”
To demonstrate how much fun it was in fact going to be, he tugged at the ropes which tied him up to the wall of the cabin in what he hoped was a seductive manner.
Clearly, though, it wasn’t, because Zuko frowned harder and ran a frustrated hand through his long hair - or at least tried to before he realized, again, that it was no longer falling loosely over his shoulders but swished this way and that in a high, messily tied-up ponytail, complete with a piece of red ribbon.
Which, Aang thought, was a very good look on him, especially with the wisps of black strands that escaped from the ponytail. The armor looked good on him, too, though it was probably better not to wonder what Captain Jee, Zuko’s royal guard captain, thought when they asked him to provide a common soldier’s armor for their private use. The rope, too, coming to think of it.
Which was probably partly the reason for Zuko’s evident and growing discomfort.
“I don’t think tying you up is fun,” the Fire Lord ground out. “Or holding you captive.”
Aang rolled his eyes at him. Really, this was getting old. He’d even shaved his beard for the whole thing and tried to sew a novice’s outfit that would fit him, all by himself. He was looking forward to this evening.
He should have gotten Zuko roaring drunk first.
“It’s only play-pretend,” he tried to reason with the other man. “For fun. It’s not real, Zuko. Don’t tell me it doesn’t turn you on at all.”
“Forcing myself on you does not turn me on!” Zuko roared and stomped his foot, though Aang did notice the faint suggestion of a blush creeping onto his lover’s face. “Who do you think I am?”
“An incredible, beautiful man of honor that I love more than anything in my life and who is magnanimous enough to indulge me in this little thing,” said Aang in earnest, turning on the charm and lowering his voice in a way he knew drove Zuko insane. “Now could you please get over yourself and just try? Please, baby. For me.”
Zuko huffed and glared at him some more, but the blush blossoming on his healthy cheek and the way his gaze melted just a tad told Aang he’d already won. And sure enough, after about a minute of intense staring at each other, Zuko unclenched his fists and deflated, hunching in on himself, pinching the bridge of his nose and muttering a resigned “Fine.”
He then squared his shoulders again and drew himself back to his full height, before stomping up to Aang to tower over him, a pair of flame daggers shooting from his fists. He scrunched his face up in a furious frown so comical it almost made Aang laugh out again, and recited:
“I have you now, Avatar. There’s no way you can escape me. Your friends won’t come to save you, so don’t even think about trying anything funny.”
Okay, so he did put in some effort and actually sounded a bit like his old, sixteen-year-old-self. Nevermind it was hilarious and Aang really felt like giggling now.
He made a defiant face instead, flashing Zuko a crooked grin. “So what will you do with me now that you have me in your cabin, all alone?” he whispered seductively, winking at Zuko…
… who groaned and hit his forehead with his palm. “This is horrible,” he mumbled. “You were twelve!”
“Don’t stop now, keep going!”
“Fuck.” It took a moment for Zuko to get his act together again. “I’m going to make sure you don’t escape. I need to… ugh…”
“Go on!” Aang urged him with a smile.
Zuko shot him a death glare before schooling his face into the Angry-Prince-Ponytail frown. “To restore my honor. So you’re staying put.”
“How about,” Aang purred, “you help me pass the time somehow, then, Prince Zuko? You know, I’ve always found you attractive…”
They looked at each other then. Then looked some more.
And then neither of them could hold it in any longer.
“Shit, Aang!” exclaimed Zuko between outbursts of laughter, getting even more red in the face. “I just can’t do it, okay?”
It was okay, because Aang had lost it too and was giggling like a drunk squirrel-cat himself and there was absolutely no way they could continue with the play-pretend now without waking the entire ship with their uncontrollable mirth.
Oh well. They tried.
And maybe there was something in the whole thing after all, because when Zuko finally stopped laughing for long enough to untie him and pushed him down onto the mattress, it was with a raw kind of passion that Aang hadn’t seen in him in a while.
Mmmm, thought the Avatar, feeling Zuko’s hungry lips all over him and the Fire Lord’s ponytail slowly coming undone and tickling his skin. Maybe they should try to revisit the good old days more often.
Title: The Good Old Days
Word Count: 1, 114
Rating: PG - 13
Warning: Some language, hints of sexual content
Characters/Pairings: Zuko/Aang
Summary: Set in the "Of Air and Fire" universe, post-canon. Aang wants to celebrate an anniversary in his own, special way, but things don't exactly go as planned.
Author's Notes: Happy birthday, lepharus! Surprise, surprise! I hope you like this little quickie. It's rushed and unbeta'd, but I had fun writing it anyway. Inspired by a wonderful fic from the Summer Jetko Exchange (hosted by the wonderful birthday girl herself).
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THE GOOD OLD DAYS
“We look ridiculous.”
“No we don’t. Now stop complaining and get over here.”
“But Aang!” Zuko gestured wildly around the cabin as though imploring mercy from the many inanimate objects cluttering its admittedly vast space, to no avail.
“You promised, Sunshine.” Aang knew it was unfair, but really, they needed to get things going if they wanted to make it before anyone saw it fit to interrupt them and Zuko was currently working himself into one of his fits, which the Avatar could not allow for numerous quite pressing reasons. “You know it wouldn’t be honorable to back out now. Besides, you look sexy. Now get on with it.”
Fire Lord Zuko, ruler of the Fire Nation and the love of Aang’s life for nearly five years now, was currently busy glaring so hard as though he was trying to lightning-bend with his eyes only. “You made me promise that when I was drunk. It doesn’t count.”
“It does too,” Aang pointed out very logically. “Besides, it is the anniversary of our first meeting. You said we get to do whatever I want on that day. And I want this. So get cracking, chop chop.”
Zuko’s only response was to glare even harder. For a moment he looked so utterly cute and hilarious that it was all Aang could do not to burst out laughing - but he stopped himself just in time, biting his lower lip. That would have destroyed his plans for the evening for sure.
“Good, you’re getting in character,” he congratulated Zuko instead, taking care to smile in the way he knew would usually get Zuko to comply with whatever scheme he came up with. “Come on, Sunshine. It’ll be fun.”
To demonstrate how much fun it was in fact going to be, he tugged at the ropes which tied him up to the wall of the cabin in what he hoped was a seductive manner.
Clearly, though, it wasn’t, because Zuko frowned harder and ran a frustrated hand through his long hair - or at least tried to before he realized, again, that it was no longer falling loosely over his shoulders but swished this way and that in a high, messily tied-up ponytail, complete with a piece of red ribbon.
Which, Aang thought, was a very good look on him, especially with the wisps of black strands that escaped from the ponytail. The armor looked good on him, too, though it was probably better not to wonder what Captain Jee, Zuko’s royal guard captain, thought when they asked him to provide a common soldier’s armor for their private use. The rope, too, coming to think of it.
Which was probably partly the reason for Zuko’s evident and growing discomfort.
“I don’t think tying you up is fun,” the Fire Lord ground out. “Or holding you captive.”
Aang rolled his eyes at him. Really, this was getting old. He’d even shaved his beard for the whole thing and tried to sew a novice’s outfit that would fit him, all by himself. He was looking forward to this evening.
He should have gotten Zuko roaring drunk first.
“It’s only play-pretend,” he tried to reason with the other man. “For fun. It’s not real, Zuko. Don’t tell me it doesn’t turn you on at all.”
“Forcing myself on you does not turn me on!” Zuko roared and stomped his foot, though Aang did notice the faint suggestion of a blush creeping onto his lover’s face. “Who do you think I am?”
“An incredible, beautiful man of honor that I love more than anything in my life and who is magnanimous enough to indulge me in this little thing,” said Aang in earnest, turning on the charm and lowering his voice in a way he knew drove Zuko insane. “Now could you please get over yourself and just try? Please, baby. For me.”
Zuko huffed and glared at him some more, but the blush blossoming on his healthy cheek and the way his gaze melted just a tad told Aang he’d already won. And sure enough, after about a minute of intense staring at each other, Zuko unclenched his fists and deflated, hunching in on himself, pinching the bridge of his nose and muttering a resigned “Fine.”
He then squared his shoulders again and drew himself back to his full height, before stomping up to Aang to tower over him, a pair of flame daggers shooting from his fists. He scrunched his face up in a furious frown so comical it almost made Aang laugh out again, and recited:
“I have you now, Avatar. There’s no way you can escape me. Your friends won’t come to save you, so don’t even think about trying anything funny.”
Okay, so he did put in some effort and actually sounded a bit like his old, sixteen-year-old-self. Nevermind it was hilarious and Aang really felt like giggling now.
He made a defiant face instead, flashing Zuko a crooked grin. “So what will you do with me now that you have me in your cabin, all alone?” he whispered seductively, winking at Zuko…
… who groaned and hit his forehead with his palm. “This is horrible,” he mumbled. “You were twelve!”
“Don’t stop now, keep going!”
“Fuck.” It took a moment for Zuko to get his act together again. “I’m going to make sure you don’t escape. I need to… ugh…”
“Go on!” Aang urged him with a smile.
Zuko shot him a death glare before schooling his face into the Angry-Prince-Ponytail frown. “To restore my honor. So you’re staying put.”
“How about,” Aang purred, “you help me pass the time somehow, then, Prince Zuko? You know, I’ve always found you attractive…”
They looked at each other then. Then looked some more.
And then neither of them could hold it in any longer.
“Shit, Aang!” exclaimed Zuko between outbursts of laughter, getting even more red in the face. “I just can’t do it, okay?”
It was okay, because Aang had lost it too and was giggling like a drunk squirrel-cat himself and there was absolutely no way they could continue with the play-pretend now without waking the entire ship with their uncontrollable mirth.
Oh well. They tried.
And maybe there was something in the whole thing after all, because when Zuko finally stopped laughing for long enough to untie him and pushed him down onto the mattress, it was with a raw kind of passion that Aang hadn’t seen in him in a while.
Mmmm, thought the Avatar, feeling Zuko’s hungry lips all over him and the Fire Lord’s ponytail slowly coming undone and tickling his skin. Maybe they should try to revisit the good old days more often.