FIC TIME (again)
[Title:] "For His Honor"
[Author:] kyatto
[Series:] ATLA
[Pairing:] Aang/Zuko
[Rating:] NC-17
[Spoilers:] None, really
[Warnings:] Graphic slashy sex, and Aang is on top. Yes, you read that right.
[Word Count:] 6,314
[Notes:] Took a while to write, so I hope y'all like it. And yeah, as I stated before, this one has Aang topping because it's cool. He's the freakin' Avatar, so he can be on top if he wants to be.
For His Honor
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Disclaimer: I own nothing in “Avatar: The Last Airbender” nor do I make any money from writing this.
Warning: Mature, Slash, Gay boys, etc. Don’t like, don’t read.
Hope you all like!
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For His Honor
By Kyatto
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It was his eyes…Just had to be. The way he looked him up and down, filled with more emotions than words could describe. Every thought showed on the fine features of the older teen’s face. His brow furrowed with frustration and even slight confusion as he eyed the younger boy before him. Every so often his lips would curl, pout, and frown. Sweat beaded along his forehead, his cheeks flushing. Slowly but surely he took light steps forward, and with each one the young Avatar took one backwards. They continued this pattern, forward and back, until the young monk had nowhere to go, his back pressed against the stone wall. He tried his hardest not to cower before the older boy who stood in front of him. However the look in those bright golden eyes of his just made him want to drop on his knees and surrender to his whims. What kept him on his feet was his will to never give up and not giving anyone of the Fire Nation the satisfaction that they had him. No, he would stand there and glare the prince down even if it cost him his life.
The poor boy…He looked so terribly frightened as he watched the prince approach him. Said prince couldn’t help but feel rather pleased with his accomplishment. He had finally captured the Avatar, after all. And yet here they were, all alone, in his sleeping quarters. The door was locked, as were the windows, the boy had nowhere to go…which he soon realized when he was backed against a wall like a frightened mouse. Yes, a mouse, that was exactly what he was acting like. Like a wild animal about to be slain by a hunter, the young monk stood there staring up at him, waiting for him to strike or at least say something. Indeed he would have very much liked to make the first move, but he had decided to bide his time and just watch the boy…waiting for him to finally cave, to give in, to bend to his will. Even still the monk stood his ground, the only sound heard was his nervous breathing and his final footsteps before he could not move back any farther. After a long, heated moment, Avatar Aang finally took his gaze away from the prince to look at the floor, finally realizing he had lost.
A smug smile curled across the prince’s lips. The only thing keeping this moment from being perfect was the fact that instead of being in his room back at the Fire Nation, these quarters were in the Earth Kingdom palace. The palace he and his sister recently took over, overthrowing the Earth King and their somewhat secretive government in the process. The Avatar had been foolish enough to return to save the prince’s own uncle, the man who had aided in getting him out to safety after Princess Azula practically killed him. It was a major mistake on the young Avatar’s part, for Prince Zuko wasn’t the fool he used to be. Just as the young monk got the old man out, Zuko had trapped him in a wall of fire so high not even bending the air could get him out. The Dai Lee then proceeded to cuff the boy and Zuko brought him to his chambers, which is where they were now. The luxurious bed not too far from where the two stood, Zuko eyed it for a moment, before returning his gaze to the boy.
Quicker than one could ever fathom possible, Zuko had Aang pinned against the wall, his hands firmly planted on either side of the boy. His deep gold eyes were piercing as he locked his gaze with the monk. Aang brought his hands up to the Prince’s chest, with every intention of shoving him off, however, as if they had a mind of their own they just stayed there not doing much of anything. For a moment, he arched a brow at the peculiar behavior of said hands before looking up at Zuko, frowning at him. Why couldn’t he push him away? What was keeping him so immobile? He was the Avatar! Surely he had more power, more control of situations than this. He had no problem fending Zuko off before, so why was he so hesitant now? Maybe it was because for the first time in a long while they were completely alone. No Katara to protect, no Sokka to come up with any plans, no Toph to distract the Firebender with her witty comments and skilled Earthbending. For the first time in a long while he was completely alone…and it utterly terrified him. It was up to his own defenses and knowledge, and he felt as if all of his training and wisdom gained had taken a flying leap out of his brain and ran away. He was at a loss as to what to do…So all he could do was keep his hands were they were and look up at the prince defiantly, hoping he would get the message and back the hell off.
Prince Zuko could sense the Avatar’s fear and hesitation. Without his loyal friends, the prince realized the boy was useless. He now had him just where he had always wanted him. Cornered, trapped, his for the taking. And damn it all if those intoxicating eyes weren’t making him want to jump the boy at that very instant. Finally he could actually smell the fear the boy now had of him. Part of him wished he would just give in without being afraid, to want him, but the other part felt powerful. Finally he had something of his own his sister did not, the Avatar. Licking his lips, one of his hands slid to the boy’s shoulder, pressing his thumb against his collar bone. The boy looked up at him, confused for a moment but did nothing. His other hand went up along the boy’s shoulder, along his neck, to delicately cup his face. Eyes widening, Aang stared at Zuko, somewhat bewildered by what the older boy was doing. Faltering for a moment, Zuko looked back at the boy with widened eyes as well, before narrowing them in a heated gaze. The young monk shivered under his touch and fiery look, trying so very hard not to close his eyes and show signs of weakness. He knew he had lost the battle with Zuko…He could only hope the young prince was not aware of that fact as well.
“What do you want with me?” Aang’s voice was barely above a whisper.
Caring not to respond at that particular moment, Zuko leaned in so his lips were but a mere inch from the young monk’s, his heated breath puffing against sensitive skin. “My honor…”
“Then why won’t you just…take me?” The boy’s voice was shaky and somewhat uncertain.
Oh there were so many ways the prince could interpret that, but he chose the more generic option as opposed to those of the raunchier nature. “Take you where…” his own voice was a deep whisper, his hot breath tickling Aang’s skin. “To my father? I will…just not yet…”
“Then why are you touching…holding me?” Aang bit his lip. “Why can’t you just let me sit freely?”
“I’ve been waiting for this moment for a very long time, Avatar,” Zuko kept his gazed locked with Aang’s, glowering. “I refuse to let you go again.”
“Are you going to keep me like this all night?” The young Avatar began to shake a little with the fear and uncertainty building up deep inside.
“Hmm,” The prince pondered this for a moment. “Perhaps…Unless I know for sure you won’t try to get away…”
“Then…” Aang lowered his gaze. “What’ll you do to insure that?”
Smirking, Zuko leaned forward, his eyes fluttering closed. Aang couldn’t help but gasp when he felt warm lips lightly brushing along his jaw. Zuko stilled there for a moment, taking in the interesting scent the Airbender had. Either it was something he was born with or it had come from many months of traveling, but he smelled musky yet sweet at the same time. His skin was so soft and warm against his lips and he had to try very hard not to go out and attack the boy. No, all of his moves had to be thought through and stealthy. If he did anything wrong it could lead to yet another disaster. He could hear Aang’s heavy breathing, feel it coming out in little huffs against his cheek. With each breath the monk’s chest rose and fell rhythmically. His eyes fixated on Zuko, awaiting his next move. Slowly, Zuko trailed his lips up to the boy’s ear, his hot breath blowing against it causing Aang to shudder. Pleased, he took the boy’s earlobe between his teeth and nipped it softly; pressing his pelvis against the hips of the monk he had trapped. Aang let out a soft sound, a combination of a frightened whimper and a groan. It scared him how aroused the prince was already getting, and he hadn’t even done much of anything yet. What did he do to deserve such cruel torture?
So many thoughts ran through the young monk’s head. It made him nervous how quiet Zuko was being and how still. Normally Zuko was quick to cut to the chase but now he seemed rather sluggish, taking his sweet time. Not only was Aang frightened, he was now highly confused. Why were Zuko’s lips touching him like that anyway? Why was he starting to feel a bulge press against him? What was that bulge for anyway? Aang shuddered at the thought, his eyes shutting tightly, not wanting to look at the prince any longer. Clenching his teeth, he kept his breathing steady and his body still. Prince Zuko continued his delicate ministrations, nipping and sucking on his earlobe, his hips starting to grind against the younger boy’s. Aang whimpered softly as he felt a certain part of him beginning to stir…and the spirits forbid he wanted it to. That darned thing seemed to have developed a mind of its own. No, it wasn’t Zuko he wanted touching him in such a way. Not him at all. Yet here he was, his body warming up to the feel of Zuko’s soft touches. He hated himself and the prince for reacting this way.
“Mmm…” Zuko murmured into his ear, the hand on the boy’s shoulder slowly sliding down his chest. “So soft…So warm…”
“Please…” Aang whispered, at the same time trying to will his growing arousal to cease. “Zuko, stop….”
The prince licked around the Airbender’s ear before trailing soft kisses down to his neck, “What if…I don’t want to?”
“Zuko…” Aang groaned through clenched teeth. “I know…you’re not this kind of person….You wouldn’t….you’d never…Please….Stop…”
“Hn,” Zuko smirked as his hand drifted down to cup the monk’s crotch. “But it seems you want it too.”
Shivering, Aang bit his lip, slowly opening his eyes. The prince’s face was flushed, or at least what little bit he could see of it. At first he could hardly notice the sudden warmth engulfing his arousal. Then he glanced down and saw Zuko’s hand there, rubbing it gently and he let out a soft moan. No…He shouldn’t be enjoying this. Heck, Zuko shouldn’t even be doing it in the first place. Yet he was…Zuko was actually touching him and not violently either. His touch was soft and gentle and even a bit soothing. Why? Why was he doing this? And why of all things did it have to feel so darned good? It wasn’t Zuko he wanted to touch him there…Just about anyone he would’ve preferred. Heck at times he even dreamed it might’ve been his precious lady friend, Katara. Now that he would’ve enjoyed very much. Yes, Katara’s soft hands would work well down there. For a moment he shamed himself for having such thoughts about his sweet friend, but what else was he to do in such a situation? Zuko was touching him…down there. Albeit through his trousers but still…It felt good.
Stuck in the fantasy of it being Katara touching him in such a way, Aang let his eyes flutter closed and parted his lips. Pleased with himself, Zuko brought his face not even an inch from the boy’s and then slowly…ever so slowly; he closed the distance between them. Caught up in the thought of it being the young Waterbender, Aang willingly accepted the kiss, allowing the prince to press his lips firmly against his. Even while his mouth became occupied, Zuko continued his ministrations. Aang moaned softly, thrusting into his hand. When his lips parted Zuko slipped his tongue in to taste the depths of the Avatar’s mouth. After a moment’s hesitation Aang met Zuko’s tongue with his own, slipping it under and over in quick little flicks. Groaning, Zuko cupped Aang’s steadily growing erection harder, actually stroking it. Aang brought one hand up to grasp tightly onto Zuko’s tunic murmuring into the kiss. Soon the thought of it being Zuko completely slipped the young monk’s mind and his face became Katara’s, his lips became hers, his hands…
Rather content with the way the young boy was reacting, Zuko brought the other hand from his cheek down to run it along his pantline. Aang shuddered, thrusting his hips. Deftly, the prince untied the boy’s pants and slid them down just below his erection. He then ran his thumbs over the bulge, his fingers tugging at the waistband of the undergarment. Gasping, Aang kept his eyes shut tightly, squirming and writhing. Zuko bit the Avatar’s bottom lip softly as he worked his briefs down to free his arousal. Finally, the fantasy took over and all he could fell, all he could imagine was Katara. He could feel her lips pressed against his, her hand wrapping around his erection, and he could even almost smell her scent. It was all he could do to keep from accepting what was really happening. Prince Zuko, the enemy from the Fire Nation, was kissing him and touching him…there. Smirking to himself, Zuko flicked his tongue at Aang’s lips before kissing along his jawline and down his neck. Aang moaned softly, thrusting into Zuko’s hand as the teen began to stroke him. It felt so good…Why did it have to feel so darn good?
Murmuring softly, Zuko nipped at the boy’s neck, tightening his grip as he sped up the pace. Sweat beaded along the Airbender’s forehead, his face flushing. He squirmed and writhed beneath the taller boy, shivering every so often. With the hand not occupied, Zuko brought it down and slid it up the boy’s shirt, heating his palm as he ran it along the soft skin of the Aang’s chest and stomach. Feeling the sudden heat as well as a hand touching a rather sensitive part of him, Aang moaned loudly. Zuko could feel his own erection growing by the minute as he took in all the delicious sounds the young monk made for him. It was hard for him to believe Aang could be so sexy….His lips parted as a variety of soft noises came form him, his muscles tensing, his face flushed. What turned the Firebender on even more was the fact all of this was for him…Aang moaned and writhed, for him. The Avatar was finally his now and nothing anyone said or did could chance that. Nobody could take him away.
Aang could feel himself getting close to reaching his climax, moaning, “Mmm…K-Katara…”
Upon hearing that Zuko stopped on the dot. He pulled back from Aang a little bit to glare at him, his eyes narrowed. Aang finally opened his eyes slowly when he felt Zuko remove his hands. He blinked a few times at Zuko’s glare then finally came to the realization. No, it wasn’t Katara. It was Zuko all along. Zuko wanted him in that way; he was the one touching him. The Airbender had been so caught up in trying to escape that he cried out for the girl he loved instead. Who could blame him, really? However, the prince was not pleased. He slapped Aang hard across the face and forced him to look him in the eye, muttering to himself.
“What did you say?” Zuko snapped with a cold glare.
“I-I,” Aang glanced down. “I’m sorry…”
“That peasant girl isn’t here for you,” Zuko kept his gaze locked on Aang. “I am. The only one who wants you right now...is me.”
“Zuko,” Aang whimpered, peering up at him.
“That’s right,” the prince nodded. He then gently took Aang by the hand and tossed him onto the bed. “So it’ll be wise of you, young Avatar, to keep that in mind. Forget about the girl,” he crawled onto the bed and panther-like up the boy’s body. “And focus on me.”
Aang whimpered softly as Zuko pushed up his shirt to expose his chest. Slowly Zuko trailed heated kisses down the boy’s torso and flicked his tongue at his navel. Squirming, Aang clawed at the teen’s shoulders, digging into the fabric of his tunic. Smirking, Zuko sat up for a moment to pull his top off and toss it aside. Now shirtless, Zuko went back to what he was doing, licking all along the boy’s stomach and chest. Slightly curious Aang sat up on his elbows to watch as Zuko tongue at one of his erect nipples before taking it between his teeth. The moan that came from Aang aroused the Firebender greatly as he nipped at his nipple and sucked on it. One hand was brought up to stroke his thumb over the young Avatar’s other nipple, and Aang cried out as he felt both sensitive nubs being ravished with Zuko’s attention. Damn, it felt too amazing for words. He couldn’t believe Zuko was capable of this…Or doing this in the first place. Was this what Zuko secretly wanted to do to him all along? Was that why, although he was rough, he never intended on causing him serious pain? Aang realized maybe Zuko wasn’t so bad after all…And the spirits be damned if this didn’t feel amazing.
Finally, he had the Avatar. Zuko could hardly believe it. Aang was beneath hi, gasping and writhing just for him. He felt empowered to know he owned someone so great and powerful. Not even Azula had managed this. He released the swollen nub from his teeth to lick at it before trailing steady heated kisses up to the young monk’s neck. Aang moaned when he felt Zuko bite his neck hard, suckling at it enough to leave a mark. The young monk tensed up when he felt Zuko’s arousal brush against his hips. Zuko wanted him terribly, grinding against him. Murmuring softly, Aang arched his hips up. This was the most bizarre situation Aang had ever been in. Here was a young man, a Firebender, heck Prince Zuko, wanting him in such a way he never thought possible. He could feel how aroused the teen was, a rather hard bulge rubbing against his pelvis. Zuko groaned and took the boy’s earlobe between his teeth, nipping at it softly. With one hand he managed to get the young monk’s trousers and undergarment off him the rest of the way, exposing his skin to the cool air. Aang shivered at the feeling, clinging onto Zuko’s waist. Tilting his head down, Aang could see Zuko’s erection clearly and it made him blush.
As Zuko adjusted himself, Aang got up so he was sitting on his knees, peering up at the prince. Smirking, Zuko untied his pants and kicked them off and it only made Aang’s face flush brightly when he saw that the Firebender went around commando. This was just too weird…Why was he getting so heated over Zuko of all people? It was Katara he wanted. Katara! Yet, it seemed now when he actually thought about the feelings Zuko obviously had for him he couldn’t help but let his body stir at the idea. For a boy, Zuko was certainly attractive. No doubt he knew what he was doing…No! Bad Aang! He was not to let the Firebender get the best of him. The thing to do was to fight back. But…Zuko looked so needy…He couldn’t help but feel bad. Hastily, Aang pulled off his tunic and threw it aside, now just as naked as the Firebender in front of him; both of their footwear had been cast aside a long time ago. When he saw Zuko grin at him Aang looked away, not too eager to let Zuko know he felt anything for him. No matter what his heart yearned for Katara, but now a certain part of him…yearned for Zuko. It made him partially ill just thinking about it.
Such a nice soft…warm…body the young Airbender had. Zuko couldn’t wait to be all over him. He licked his lips, feeling the stirrings in his groin return with heated vengeance as he looked at Aang with a predatory gaze. Aang’s eyes widened as he watched a certain part of the prince warm up for him and he could feel his own twitch in return. Not good…This shouldn’t be turning him on. At this point Aang’s normally rather pale face was getting redder by the minute, his palms sweaty. So many mixed emotions flooded him that he had no idea what to do with…fear, embarrassment, and lust to name a few. The young monk blinked slowly, and then when his eyes reopened his gaze fixed on the Firebender’s body. He had such a nice body too…for a boy that is. A bit of him longed to touch it…wanted to feel his smooth skin glistening with sweat. Without even realizing it at first, he reached a hand out and placed in at the center of Zuko’s chest and let it rest there. Zuko looked down at his hand, then at him and smirked. The Airbender bit his lip, looking down at his hand then back up at Zuko, keeping his hand still. Keeping his eyes on Aang’s face, Zuko reached out to grab Aang’s other hand and placed it on his chest as well. Aang sighed, whether with relief or not one would never know, and slowly slid his hands down Zuko’s chest and stomach, feeling along every muscle.
Sensing how unsure Aang was, the prince gently placed his own hands on the boy’s, guiding them up to his nipples. Aang looked at him with mild confusion before gently brushing his fingers over the soft numbs. Zuko hissed through clenched teeth, his eyes shut tightly for a moment. Taking this as a good sign, Aang continued his ministrations. With one thumb he lightly flicked it across the nipple, with his other hand he took it between his thumb and index finger, pinching and squeezing it lightly. Groaning, the prince grabbed Aang by the hips and pulled him in closer. With one hand he brought it up to the boy’s shoulder before slowly bringing it down to rub along his chest and stomach. Aang shivered under his touch, putting more force into what he was doing to the Firebender’s nipples. Not being able to stand it any longer, Zuko leaned in for a fiery kiss on the Airbender’s mouth. Eyes then shut tight; Aang kissed him back hard, parting his lips. Happy with Aang’s quick response, Zuko thrust his tongue into the boy’s mouth and was pleased when Aang met it with his own. Their tongues stroked each other and danced, as both of the boys used their hands to tease all over. Aang was forced to lie back as Zuko hovered over him, biting at his lip, his hands going up and down his upper body.
“…” Zuko huffed. “You want it…don’t you…”
“N-no,” Aang replied with a shiver, turning his head away. “I don’t…You’re…”
“What?” the prince smirked. “I made you get all like this?”
“Well…” Aang whimpered. “Yeah…”
“What to do about it,” Zuko nipped at his neck. “That’s the decision to make…”
Aang thought about it for a moment, realizing it was near impossible to get away unless the prince was satisfied. “I-I’ll go along with it…Under one condition…”
“Oh?” Zuko looked amused. “What might that be?”
Aang brought his head up to grasp the back of Zuko’s head, threading his fingers in his hair as he brought his lips to the prince’s ear. “I get to do it…to you.”
“What…” Zuko looked at the boy wide-eyed, his face flushing. “Y-You…don’t know how…”
“I can always figure it out,” Aang smirked. “Think about it Zuko, if I wanted to I could just go into the Avatar State and get myself out of here.” To tell the truth, he wasn’t really sure if he actually could. Before the meeting with the guru to get in the Avatar State he had to feel threatened. At first he did, he had to admit, but now he felt too…soothed. Even if he was certain it did still work he couldn’t really bring it up. But if Zuko didn’t know that…
“If that’s the case…” Zuko pondered it. “Then I guess you could…but first…”
“What?” Aang blinked.
“We need to be prepared,” smirking; Zuko lowered his head to Aang’s lap.
Aang’s face flushed bright as he watched Zuko go down on him. Not long after he felt a sudden burst of pleasure as he felt a tongue flick across the tip of his erection. He moaned, gripping tightly at the teen’s hair. Pleased with this, Zuko continued using his tongue on the head of the boy’s cock. The young monk could hardly believe anything could feel so good in his life…Part of him was tempted to drift back into the fantasy of Katara, but another, much stronger part of him wanted to focus on the prince. He looked so…erotic, his head between his legs. The fact that Zuko was kneeling before him definitely made the boy feel a lot better about himself. In fact, take away the action Zuko was performing, and he’d practically be bowing to him. That alone made Aang want to keep the good feelings going and have the prince like this for as long as possible. He thrust his erection into Zuko’s mouth and the prince willingly accepted it. The teen ran his tong all along the shaft, causing Aang to shudder and groan. He continued this, giving him long slow licks. The grip on the teen’s head tightened as Aang shivered, his hips thrusting up. Zuko then opened his mouth to take his whole length in, running his tongue all along it.
“Ah…Zuko…” Aang gasped, biting his lip. “Feels so good…”
Zuko, content with Aang’s reaction, continued pleasuring Aang with his mouth. He continued lapping at it, relishing the delighted shivers he got in return. Aang was just so sexy he could hardly contain it. It was hard to believe that at that moment he was pleasing the Avatar, the object of his desire for a very long time. The sighs, gasps, moans, and shivers his got only made the prince want him even more. He took it deeper in his mouth, grazing his teeth along the shaft. Aang moaned and turned his head away, biting his lip. It felt so, so incredible…Oh may the spirits be damned, nothing should feel this amazing. It definitely seemed as though Zuko knew what he was doing, or at least doing a decent job of faking it. The feel of his mouth around his erection sent shivers up and down his spine. He never felt anything like this before…No one’s ever touched him there. Now he knew why…It was addictive. He wanted more, he wanted Zuko more. It was getting to the point where he could hardly stand it; he was feeling oh so close…
Then Zuko slowly slid the boy’s erection from his mouth, a small strand of saliva clung to the tip and his lips. Aang watched, looking slightly mortified. Why did he stop? He was so close! Why did he have to stop…Sensing Aang’s mild annoyance, Zuko shifted himself between the boy’s legs, running his hands up and down his chest. Aang blinked at him, still annoyed but also somewhat confused, and then brought a hand up to cup his cheek. Smiling, Zuko placed one of his hands on Aang’s and gently lifted it and brought the boy’s fingers to his lips. Even more confused, Aang blinked at him, cocking his head to one side.
“Zuko…” the young monk asked. “What’re you doing?”
“Preparing,” Zuko smirked, kissing Aang’s fingers. “So it won’t hurt.”
“Won’t hurt…What…Ah…” Aang gasped softly as Zuko slipped his fingers into his mouth.
The prince started off slow, only licking along one finger. Aang watched, amazed that even this could feel good too. Zuko pulled his fingers out and made a show of licking each digit slowly, saliva glistening. Murmuring softly, Zuko sucked on one of the fingers much like he did to Aang’s erection before. Face flushing again; Aang continued to watch him, shifting in his seat. The boy’s member was throbbing with need and Zuko’s show was not helping in the slightest. It was so hot and incredibly sexy. Zuko opened his eyes halfway so he could watch Aang’s reaction and was pleased by what he saw. Once he was sure he had gotten each finger very wet he took them out of his mouth and smiled deviously at the young Avatar, a great amount of list glinting in his bright gold eyes.
Aang looked as his spit-slicked fingers, “What…do I do?”
“This,” Zuko replied softly, holding onto Aang’s hand as he turned around to present him his backside. His voice lowered even more. “In there…”
Timidly, Aang pressed the tip of his finger against Zuko’s entrance. Zuko looked over his shoulder and gave him a nod as the signal to continue. Still a bit unsure, Aang slowly slid it in and was surprised at the low groan Zuko made. Now curious, slowly he slid his finger in and out, focusing on the teen’s reactions. Zuko’s face flushed and he rocked his hips slightly, making all sorts of soft small noises. Wondering what would happen; Aang quickened the face, pressing his finger in even harder to brush against a sensitive spot inside. A low moan caught his attention as Zuko bit his lip, his hips thrusting back on their own accord. Interesting, very interesting. Aang kept the pace, adding a second finger. This only made Zuko make even more low noises, shuddering. The young monk could feel his member twitch at the sounds Zuko was making for him and how submissive he was being. Instinctively, Aang made small scissoring motions as he continued to thrust his fingers, stretching him out a little bit. He braced himself with one hand on the side of the prince’s thigh, and worked his digits in and out, trying to keep Zuko from moving around too much. When he felt the prince might’ve been ready he slipped his fingers out. Zuko let out a whine and glanced over his shoulder when he felt the absence of Aang’s fingers.
“What do I do now?” Aang asked softly.
Zuko sighed, smirking. “Just….put it in….”
“…” Aang arched a brow.
“Slowly at first,” Zuko added as an afterthought, realizing that it being Aang’s first time might make it painful for him.
“Okay,” Aang nodded and positioned himself as Zuko lowered his hips for him.
He couldn’t believe he was actually doing this. Not even a fantasy could help him now. Biting his lip, he could feel the dampness of Zuko’s saliva still on his member as well as it being slick with his own precum. Letting out a deep breath, he held Zuko’s hips in place as he slowly guided himself into him. Zuko groaned, trying his hardest not to move until he got used to Aang’s presence inside of him. Aang sucked in a great deal of air through clenched teeth and then let it out with a low hiss. That felt incredibly good…and Zuko was so tight too he never would’ve thought…He had to try his hardest not to pound into him mercilessly out of the sheer pleasure at the feel of the prince’s muscles clenched around him. When he was sure Zuko was ready for him, Aang pulled out slowly before sliding back into him. He started out at such a slow pace, getting used to what he was doing and the erotic sounds Zuko was making. Panting heavily, Zuko peered over his shoulder at the boy behind him, his face flushing. Sweat made the young Airbender’s face glisten as he focused on what he was doing to the teen. After a moment, and not being able to take much more, Aang quickened his thrusts, deepening them each time. Zuko gasped and then moaned loudly, his fists clenching at the bedspread. The prince’s cock was hard and throbbing, begging for release. Aang’s fucking him wasn’t helping his situation much either.
“…Ava…Aang…” Zuko begged, his voice a strained whine. “Please…”
Aang stopped for a moment to take in what Zuko was asking him for. He brought his hand around to between Zuko’s legs and brushed his fingertips against the base of his shaft, before bringing it up further and wrapped his hand around his. As he resumed thrusting he began to stroke the prince’s erection as well. Zuko moaned loudly, thrusting his hips in rhythm with the boy pounding into him. It felt so good…So very good…There was no turning back now, all Aang could think about, care about was satisfying himself inside the Firebender. He wanted so desperately now to own the prince of the Fire Nation that nothing else mattered. The boy moaned, speeding up the pace of his hand and tightening his grip. He thrust harder and harder into Zuko and the combination of that and his erection being stoked made Zuko moan loudly, practically tearing the bedspread he was gripping at. Faster and faster, harder and harder. Precum leaked from the tip of the prince’s erection and coated Aang’s hand as he spread it all up and down his shaft. It felt so incredible…Aang pounded into Zuko even harder, doing all he could to keep up the pace of his stroking as well. Zuko could feel himself getting closer and closer to his release.
“Feels so good….” Zuko moaned. “So close…”
Hearing this, Aang stroked Zuko’s member ever faster, giving the tip a small squeeze every so often. Going back to panting and making incoherent noises, Zuko’s hips bucked wildly. He could feel that he was almost there, just a little more and…With a low groan and a shiver running along his spine, Zuko reached his climax. His semen coated Aang’s hand and the bed beneath him. He sighed, but still kept himself propped up as Aang hadn’t finished yet. Hearing and feeling as Zuko came only brought the young Avatar even closer to his climax as well. He pounded into Zuko even harder, the hand that had been stroking him now gripping tightly onto his hip, the other one bracing him on the bed. The prince felt tired but he had to keep himself perked until Aang was finished, he peered over his shoulder at the boy, a blush tinting his cheeks. Aang looked so attractive; his eyes shut tight, his brow furrowed, sweat gleaming on his reddened face as he worked him. For a moment Zuko could’ve sworn he saw the monk’s tattoos glow but brushed it off because he knew that was impossible for the type of situation he was in. Closer and closer…Aang could feel the heated tension build in his groin. He thrust faster and harder, just begging to finally come himself. As if the spirits had answered his secret prayer, Zuko clenched his muscles at the just the right moment and Aang came with a low moan, giving the prince one final deep thrust before he stilled.
Panting, Aang waited until he had fully rode out his orgasm before pulling out of Zuko, tiny droplets of semen leaking from the teen’s entrance. Blushing at that particular sight, Aang shifted and moved around so he was beside Zuko and kissed him softly on the cheek. Zuko turned his head to look at him, blinking slowly from exhaustion. His bright gold eyes met Aang’s dark ones and though also tired, Aang also looked mildly amused. Come to think of it, this really didn’t look good on his part. He had just been owned by the Avatar after all, his enemy. Aang was supposed to be his, not the other way around. No matter, as long as they both enjoyed themselves. Zuko smirked and then kissed Aang softly on the lips before guiding the boy to get under the covers.
Once settled in the bed, Zuko turned to face Aang and put his hand on the boy’s face, brushing him thumb over his cheek. “That was good…You know…”
“Really?” Aang whispered with a small smile. “I didn’t really…you know…Know what I was doing.”
“Doesn’t matter,” the prince sighed. “It was nice…Should be all that matters.”
“Oh…” Aang glanced away for a moment. “Didn’t hurt?”
“No,” Zuko shook his head. He then sighed and looked at Aang meaningfully, “You’re…not going to leave right away, are you?”
The young Airbender grinned, “So you knew I was fully capable of getting away the whole time eh?” He found this mildly amusing but then his expression softened. “No…Probably not…At least not until the morning…”
“Good,” Zuko ran his hand down to rest it on Aang’s shoulder. He then placed a warm kiss on his lips. “Because I want this to last as long as possible.”
“For your honor?” Aang arched a brow.”
“For my honor.”
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[Author:] kyatto
[Series:] ATLA
[Pairing:] Aang/Zuko
[Rating:] NC-17
[Spoilers:] None, really
[Warnings:] Graphic slashy sex, and Aang is on top. Yes, you read that right.
[Word Count:] 6,314
[Notes:] Took a while to write, so I hope y'all like it. And yeah, as I stated before, this one has Aang topping because it's cool. He's the freakin' Avatar, so he can be on top if he wants to be.
For His Honor
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Disclaimer: I own nothing in “Avatar: The Last Airbender” nor do I make any money from writing this.
Warning: Mature, Slash, Gay boys, etc. Don’t like, don’t read.
Hope you all like!
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For His Honor
By Kyatto
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It was his eyes…Just had to be. The way he looked him up and down, filled with more emotions than words could describe. Every thought showed on the fine features of the older teen’s face. His brow furrowed with frustration and even slight confusion as he eyed the younger boy before him. Every so often his lips would curl, pout, and frown. Sweat beaded along his forehead, his cheeks flushing. Slowly but surely he took light steps forward, and with each one the young Avatar took one backwards. They continued this pattern, forward and back, until the young monk had nowhere to go, his back pressed against the stone wall. He tried his hardest not to cower before the older boy who stood in front of him. However the look in those bright golden eyes of his just made him want to drop on his knees and surrender to his whims. What kept him on his feet was his will to never give up and not giving anyone of the Fire Nation the satisfaction that they had him. No, he would stand there and glare the prince down even if it cost him his life.
The poor boy…He looked so terribly frightened as he watched the prince approach him. Said prince couldn’t help but feel rather pleased with his accomplishment. He had finally captured the Avatar, after all. And yet here they were, all alone, in his sleeping quarters. The door was locked, as were the windows, the boy had nowhere to go…which he soon realized when he was backed against a wall like a frightened mouse. Yes, a mouse, that was exactly what he was acting like. Like a wild animal about to be slain by a hunter, the young monk stood there staring up at him, waiting for him to strike or at least say something. Indeed he would have very much liked to make the first move, but he had decided to bide his time and just watch the boy…waiting for him to finally cave, to give in, to bend to his will. Even still the monk stood his ground, the only sound heard was his nervous breathing and his final footsteps before he could not move back any farther. After a long, heated moment, Avatar Aang finally took his gaze away from the prince to look at the floor, finally realizing he had lost.
A smug smile curled across the prince’s lips. The only thing keeping this moment from being perfect was the fact that instead of being in his room back at the Fire Nation, these quarters were in the Earth Kingdom palace. The palace he and his sister recently took over, overthrowing the Earth King and their somewhat secretive government in the process. The Avatar had been foolish enough to return to save the prince’s own uncle, the man who had aided in getting him out to safety after Princess Azula practically killed him. It was a major mistake on the young Avatar’s part, for Prince Zuko wasn’t the fool he used to be. Just as the young monk got the old man out, Zuko had trapped him in a wall of fire so high not even bending the air could get him out. The Dai Lee then proceeded to cuff the boy and Zuko brought him to his chambers, which is where they were now. The luxurious bed not too far from where the two stood, Zuko eyed it for a moment, before returning his gaze to the boy.
Quicker than one could ever fathom possible, Zuko had Aang pinned against the wall, his hands firmly planted on either side of the boy. His deep gold eyes were piercing as he locked his gaze with the monk. Aang brought his hands up to the Prince’s chest, with every intention of shoving him off, however, as if they had a mind of their own they just stayed there not doing much of anything. For a moment, he arched a brow at the peculiar behavior of said hands before looking up at Zuko, frowning at him. Why couldn’t he push him away? What was keeping him so immobile? He was the Avatar! Surely he had more power, more control of situations than this. He had no problem fending Zuko off before, so why was he so hesitant now? Maybe it was because for the first time in a long while they were completely alone. No Katara to protect, no Sokka to come up with any plans, no Toph to distract the Firebender with her witty comments and skilled Earthbending. For the first time in a long while he was completely alone…and it utterly terrified him. It was up to his own defenses and knowledge, and he felt as if all of his training and wisdom gained had taken a flying leap out of his brain and ran away. He was at a loss as to what to do…So all he could do was keep his hands were they were and look up at the prince defiantly, hoping he would get the message and back the hell off.
Prince Zuko could sense the Avatar’s fear and hesitation. Without his loyal friends, the prince realized the boy was useless. He now had him just where he had always wanted him. Cornered, trapped, his for the taking. And damn it all if those intoxicating eyes weren’t making him want to jump the boy at that very instant. Finally he could actually smell the fear the boy now had of him. Part of him wished he would just give in without being afraid, to want him, but the other part felt powerful. Finally he had something of his own his sister did not, the Avatar. Licking his lips, one of his hands slid to the boy’s shoulder, pressing his thumb against his collar bone. The boy looked up at him, confused for a moment but did nothing. His other hand went up along the boy’s shoulder, along his neck, to delicately cup his face. Eyes widening, Aang stared at Zuko, somewhat bewildered by what the older boy was doing. Faltering for a moment, Zuko looked back at the boy with widened eyes as well, before narrowing them in a heated gaze. The young monk shivered under his touch and fiery look, trying so very hard not to close his eyes and show signs of weakness. He knew he had lost the battle with Zuko…He could only hope the young prince was not aware of that fact as well.
“What do you want with me?” Aang’s voice was barely above a whisper.
Caring not to respond at that particular moment, Zuko leaned in so his lips were but a mere inch from the young monk’s, his heated breath puffing against sensitive skin. “My honor…”
“Then why won’t you just…take me?” The boy’s voice was shaky and somewhat uncertain.
Oh there were so many ways the prince could interpret that, but he chose the more generic option as opposed to those of the raunchier nature. “Take you where…” his own voice was a deep whisper, his hot breath tickling Aang’s skin. “To my father? I will…just not yet…”
“Then why are you touching…holding me?” Aang bit his lip. “Why can’t you just let me sit freely?”
“I’ve been waiting for this moment for a very long time, Avatar,” Zuko kept his gazed locked with Aang’s, glowering. “I refuse to let you go again.”
“Are you going to keep me like this all night?” The young Avatar began to shake a little with the fear and uncertainty building up deep inside.
“Hmm,” The prince pondered this for a moment. “Perhaps…Unless I know for sure you won’t try to get away…”
“Then…” Aang lowered his gaze. “What’ll you do to insure that?”
Smirking, Zuko leaned forward, his eyes fluttering closed. Aang couldn’t help but gasp when he felt warm lips lightly brushing along his jaw. Zuko stilled there for a moment, taking in the interesting scent the Airbender had. Either it was something he was born with or it had come from many months of traveling, but he smelled musky yet sweet at the same time. His skin was so soft and warm against his lips and he had to try very hard not to go out and attack the boy. No, all of his moves had to be thought through and stealthy. If he did anything wrong it could lead to yet another disaster. He could hear Aang’s heavy breathing, feel it coming out in little huffs against his cheek. With each breath the monk’s chest rose and fell rhythmically. His eyes fixated on Zuko, awaiting his next move. Slowly, Zuko trailed his lips up to the boy’s ear, his hot breath blowing against it causing Aang to shudder. Pleased, he took the boy’s earlobe between his teeth and nipped it softly; pressing his pelvis against the hips of the monk he had trapped. Aang let out a soft sound, a combination of a frightened whimper and a groan. It scared him how aroused the prince was already getting, and he hadn’t even done much of anything yet. What did he do to deserve such cruel torture?
So many thoughts ran through the young monk’s head. It made him nervous how quiet Zuko was being and how still. Normally Zuko was quick to cut to the chase but now he seemed rather sluggish, taking his sweet time. Not only was Aang frightened, he was now highly confused. Why were Zuko’s lips touching him like that anyway? Why was he starting to feel a bulge press against him? What was that bulge for anyway? Aang shuddered at the thought, his eyes shutting tightly, not wanting to look at the prince any longer. Clenching his teeth, he kept his breathing steady and his body still. Prince Zuko continued his delicate ministrations, nipping and sucking on his earlobe, his hips starting to grind against the younger boy’s. Aang whimpered softly as he felt a certain part of him beginning to stir…and the spirits forbid he wanted it to. That darned thing seemed to have developed a mind of its own. No, it wasn’t Zuko he wanted touching him in such a way. Not him at all. Yet here he was, his body warming up to the feel of Zuko’s soft touches. He hated himself and the prince for reacting this way.
“Mmm…” Zuko murmured into his ear, the hand on the boy’s shoulder slowly sliding down his chest. “So soft…So warm…”
“Please…” Aang whispered, at the same time trying to will his growing arousal to cease. “Zuko, stop….”
The prince licked around the Airbender’s ear before trailing soft kisses down to his neck, “What if…I don’t want to?”
“Zuko…” Aang groaned through clenched teeth. “I know…you’re not this kind of person….You wouldn’t….you’d never…Please….Stop…”
“Hn,” Zuko smirked as his hand drifted down to cup the monk’s crotch. “But it seems you want it too.”
Shivering, Aang bit his lip, slowly opening his eyes. The prince’s face was flushed, or at least what little bit he could see of it. At first he could hardly notice the sudden warmth engulfing his arousal. Then he glanced down and saw Zuko’s hand there, rubbing it gently and he let out a soft moan. No…He shouldn’t be enjoying this. Heck, Zuko shouldn’t even be doing it in the first place. Yet he was…Zuko was actually touching him and not violently either. His touch was soft and gentle and even a bit soothing. Why? Why was he doing this? And why of all things did it have to feel so darned good? It wasn’t Zuko he wanted to touch him there…Just about anyone he would’ve preferred. Heck at times he even dreamed it might’ve been his precious lady friend, Katara. Now that he would’ve enjoyed very much. Yes, Katara’s soft hands would work well down there. For a moment he shamed himself for having such thoughts about his sweet friend, but what else was he to do in such a situation? Zuko was touching him…down there. Albeit through his trousers but still…It felt good.
Stuck in the fantasy of it being Katara touching him in such a way, Aang let his eyes flutter closed and parted his lips. Pleased with himself, Zuko brought his face not even an inch from the boy’s and then slowly…ever so slowly; he closed the distance between them. Caught up in the thought of it being the young Waterbender, Aang willingly accepted the kiss, allowing the prince to press his lips firmly against his. Even while his mouth became occupied, Zuko continued his ministrations. Aang moaned softly, thrusting into his hand. When his lips parted Zuko slipped his tongue in to taste the depths of the Avatar’s mouth. After a moment’s hesitation Aang met Zuko’s tongue with his own, slipping it under and over in quick little flicks. Groaning, Zuko cupped Aang’s steadily growing erection harder, actually stroking it. Aang brought one hand up to grasp tightly onto Zuko’s tunic murmuring into the kiss. Soon the thought of it being Zuko completely slipped the young monk’s mind and his face became Katara’s, his lips became hers, his hands…
Rather content with the way the young boy was reacting, Zuko brought the other hand from his cheek down to run it along his pantline. Aang shuddered, thrusting his hips. Deftly, the prince untied the boy’s pants and slid them down just below his erection. He then ran his thumbs over the bulge, his fingers tugging at the waistband of the undergarment. Gasping, Aang kept his eyes shut tightly, squirming and writhing. Zuko bit the Avatar’s bottom lip softly as he worked his briefs down to free his arousal. Finally, the fantasy took over and all he could fell, all he could imagine was Katara. He could feel her lips pressed against his, her hand wrapping around his erection, and he could even almost smell her scent. It was all he could do to keep from accepting what was really happening. Prince Zuko, the enemy from the Fire Nation, was kissing him and touching him…there. Smirking to himself, Zuko flicked his tongue at Aang’s lips before kissing along his jawline and down his neck. Aang moaned softly, thrusting into Zuko’s hand as the teen began to stroke him. It felt so good…Why did it have to feel so darn good?
Murmuring softly, Zuko nipped at the boy’s neck, tightening his grip as he sped up the pace. Sweat beaded along the Airbender’s forehead, his face flushing. He squirmed and writhed beneath the taller boy, shivering every so often. With the hand not occupied, Zuko brought it down and slid it up the boy’s shirt, heating his palm as he ran it along the soft skin of the Aang’s chest and stomach. Feeling the sudden heat as well as a hand touching a rather sensitive part of him, Aang moaned loudly. Zuko could feel his own erection growing by the minute as he took in all the delicious sounds the young monk made for him. It was hard for him to believe Aang could be so sexy….His lips parted as a variety of soft noises came form him, his muscles tensing, his face flushed. What turned the Firebender on even more was the fact all of this was for him…Aang moaned and writhed, for him. The Avatar was finally his now and nothing anyone said or did could chance that. Nobody could take him away.
Aang could feel himself getting close to reaching his climax, moaning, “Mmm…K-Katara…”
Upon hearing that Zuko stopped on the dot. He pulled back from Aang a little bit to glare at him, his eyes narrowed. Aang finally opened his eyes slowly when he felt Zuko remove his hands. He blinked a few times at Zuko’s glare then finally came to the realization. No, it wasn’t Katara. It was Zuko all along. Zuko wanted him in that way; he was the one touching him. The Airbender had been so caught up in trying to escape that he cried out for the girl he loved instead. Who could blame him, really? However, the prince was not pleased. He slapped Aang hard across the face and forced him to look him in the eye, muttering to himself.
“What did you say?” Zuko snapped with a cold glare.
“I-I,” Aang glanced down. “I’m sorry…”
“That peasant girl isn’t here for you,” Zuko kept his gaze locked on Aang. “I am. The only one who wants you right now...is me.”
“Zuko,” Aang whimpered, peering up at him.
“That’s right,” the prince nodded. He then gently took Aang by the hand and tossed him onto the bed. “So it’ll be wise of you, young Avatar, to keep that in mind. Forget about the girl,” he crawled onto the bed and panther-like up the boy’s body. “And focus on me.”
Aang whimpered softly as Zuko pushed up his shirt to expose his chest. Slowly Zuko trailed heated kisses down the boy’s torso and flicked his tongue at his navel. Squirming, Aang clawed at the teen’s shoulders, digging into the fabric of his tunic. Smirking, Zuko sat up for a moment to pull his top off and toss it aside. Now shirtless, Zuko went back to what he was doing, licking all along the boy’s stomach and chest. Slightly curious Aang sat up on his elbows to watch as Zuko tongue at one of his erect nipples before taking it between his teeth. The moan that came from Aang aroused the Firebender greatly as he nipped at his nipple and sucked on it. One hand was brought up to stroke his thumb over the young Avatar’s other nipple, and Aang cried out as he felt both sensitive nubs being ravished with Zuko’s attention. Damn, it felt too amazing for words. He couldn’t believe Zuko was capable of this…Or doing this in the first place. Was this what Zuko secretly wanted to do to him all along? Was that why, although he was rough, he never intended on causing him serious pain? Aang realized maybe Zuko wasn’t so bad after all…And the spirits be damned if this didn’t feel amazing.
Finally, he had the Avatar. Zuko could hardly believe it. Aang was beneath hi, gasping and writhing just for him. He felt empowered to know he owned someone so great and powerful. Not even Azula had managed this. He released the swollen nub from his teeth to lick at it before trailing steady heated kisses up to the young monk’s neck. Aang moaned when he felt Zuko bite his neck hard, suckling at it enough to leave a mark. The young monk tensed up when he felt Zuko’s arousal brush against his hips. Zuko wanted him terribly, grinding against him. Murmuring softly, Aang arched his hips up. This was the most bizarre situation Aang had ever been in. Here was a young man, a Firebender, heck Prince Zuko, wanting him in such a way he never thought possible. He could feel how aroused the teen was, a rather hard bulge rubbing against his pelvis. Zuko groaned and took the boy’s earlobe between his teeth, nipping at it softly. With one hand he managed to get the young monk’s trousers and undergarment off him the rest of the way, exposing his skin to the cool air. Aang shivered at the feeling, clinging onto Zuko’s waist. Tilting his head down, Aang could see Zuko’s erection clearly and it made him blush.
As Zuko adjusted himself, Aang got up so he was sitting on his knees, peering up at the prince. Smirking, Zuko untied his pants and kicked them off and it only made Aang’s face flush brightly when he saw that the Firebender went around commando. This was just too weird…Why was he getting so heated over Zuko of all people? It was Katara he wanted. Katara! Yet, it seemed now when he actually thought about the feelings Zuko obviously had for him he couldn’t help but let his body stir at the idea. For a boy, Zuko was certainly attractive. No doubt he knew what he was doing…No! Bad Aang! He was not to let the Firebender get the best of him. The thing to do was to fight back. But…Zuko looked so needy…He couldn’t help but feel bad. Hastily, Aang pulled off his tunic and threw it aside, now just as naked as the Firebender in front of him; both of their footwear had been cast aside a long time ago. When he saw Zuko grin at him Aang looked away, not too eager to let Zuko know he felt anything for him. No matter what his heart yearned for Katara, but now a certain part of him…yearned for Zuko. It made him partially ill just thinking about it.
Such a nice soft…warm…body the young Airbender had. Zuko couldn’t wait to be all over him. He licked his lips, feeling the stirrings in his groin return with heated vengeance as he looked at Aang with a predatory gaze. Aang’s eyes widened as he watched a certain part of the prince warm up for him and he could feel his own twitch in return. Not good…This shouldn’t be turning him on. At this point Aang’s normally rather pale face was getting redder by the minute, his palms sweaty. So many mixed emotions flooded him that he had no idea what to do with…fear, embarrassment, and lust to name a few. The young monk blinked slowly, and then when his eyes reopened his gaze fixed on the Firebender’s body. He had such a nice body too…for a boy that is. A bit of him longed to touch it…wanted to feel his smooth skin glistening with sweat. Without even realizing it at first, he reached a hand out and placed in at the center of Zuko’s chest and let it rest there. Zuko looked down at his hand, then at him and smirked. The Airbender bit his lip, looking down at his hand then back up at Zuko, keeping his hand still. Keeping his eyes on Aang’s face, Zuko reached out to grab Aang’s other hand and placed it on his chest as well. Aang sighed, whether with relief or not one would never know, and slowly slid his hands down Zuko’s chest and stomach, feeling along every muscle.
Sensing how unsure Aang was, the prince gently placed his own hands on the boy’s, guiding them up to his nipples. Aang looked at him with mild confusion before gently brushing his fingers over the soft numbs. Zuko hissed through clenched teeth, his eyes shut tightly for a moment. Taking this as a good sign, Aang continued his ministrations. With one thumb he lightly flicked it across the nipple, with his other hand he took it between his thumb and index finger, pinching and squeezing it lightly. Groaning, the prince grabbed Aang by the hips and pulled him in closer. With one hand he brought it up to the boy’s shoulder before slowly bringing it down to rub along his chest and stomach. Aang shivered under his touch, putting more force into what he was doing to the Firebender’s nipples. Not being able to stand it any longer, Zuko leaned in for a fiery kiss on the Airbender’s mouth. Eyes then shut tight; Aang kissed him back hard, parting his lips. Happy with Aang’s quick response, Zuko thrust his tongue into the boy’s mouth and was pleased when Aang met it with his own. Their tongues stroked each other and danced, as both of the boys used their hands to tease all over. Aang was forced to lie back as Zuko hovered over him, biting at his lip, his hands going up and down his upper body.
“…” Zuko huffed. “You want it…don’t you…”
“N-no,” Aang replied with a shiver, turning his head away. “I don’t…You’re…”
“What?” the prince smirked. “I made you get all like this?”
“Well…” Aang whimpered. “Yeah…”
“What to do about it,” Zuko nipped at his neck. “That’s the decision to make…”
Aang thought about it for a moment, realizing it was near impossible to get away unless the prince was satisfied. “I-I’ll go along with it…Under one condition…”
“Oh?” Zuko looked amused. “What might that be?”
Aang brought his head up to grasp the back of Zuko’s head, threading his fingers in his hair as he brought his lips to the prince’s ear. “I get to do it…to you.”
“What…” Zuko looked at the boy wide-eyed, his face flushing. “Y-You…don’t know how…”
“I can always figure it out,” Aang smirked. “Think about it Zuko, if I wanted to I could just go into the Avatar State and get myself out of here.” To tell the truth, he wasn’t really sure if he actually could. Before the meeting with the guru to get in the Avatar State he had to feel threatened. At first he did, he had to admit, but now he felt too…soothed. Even if he was certain it did still work he couldn’t really bring it up. But if Zuko didn’t know that…
“If that’s the case…” Zuko pondered it. “Then I guess you could…but first…”
“What?” Aang blinked.
“We need to be prepared,” smirking; Zuko lowered his head to Aang’s lap.
Aang’s face flushed bright as he watched Zuko go down on him. Not long after he felt a sudden burst of pleasure as he felt a tongue flick across the tip of his erection. He moaned, gripping tightly at the teen’s hair. Pleased with this, Zuko continued using his tongue on the head of the boy’s cock. The young monk could hardly believe anything could feel so good in his life…Part of him was tempted to drift back into the fantasy of Katara, but another, much stronger part of him wanted to focus on the prince. He looked so…erotic, his head between his legs. The fact that Zuko was kneeling before him definitely made the boy feel a lot better about himself. In fact, take away the action Zuko was performing, and he’d practically be bowing to him. That alone made Aang want to keep the good feelings going and have the prince like this for as long as possible. He thrust his erection into Zuko’s mouth and the prince willingly accepted it. The teen ran his tong all along the shaft, causing Aang to shudder and groan. He continued this, giving him long slow licks. The grip on the teen’s head tightened as Aang shivered, his hips thrusting up. Zuko then opened his mouth to take his whole length in, running his tongue all along it.
“Ah…Zuko…” Aang gasped, biting his lip. “Feels so good…”
Zuko, content with Aang’s reaction, continued pleasuring Aang with his mouth. He continued lapping at it, relishing the delighted shivers he got in return. Aang was just so sexy he could hardly contain it. It was hard to believe that at that moment he was pleasing the Avatar, the object of his desire for a very long time. The sighs, gasps, moans, and shivers his got only made the prince want him even more. He took it deeper in his mouth, grazing his teeth along the shaft. Aang moaned and turned his head away, biting his lip. It felt so, so incredible…Oh may the spirits be damned, nothing should feel this amazing. It definitely seemed as though Zuko knew what he was doing, or at least doing a decent job of faking it. The feel of his mouth around his erection sent shivers up and down his spine. He never felt anything like this before…No one’s ever touched him there. Now he knew why…It was addictive. He wanted more, he wanted Zuko more. It was getting to the point where he could hardly stand it; he was feeling oh so close…
Then Zuko slowly slid the boy’s erection from his mouth, a small strand of saliva clung to the tip and his lips. Aang watched, looking slightly mortified. Why did he stop? He was so close! Why did he have to stop…Sensing Aang’s mild annoyance, Zuko shifted himself between the boy’s legs, running his hands up and down his chest. Aang blinked at him, still annoyed but also somewhat confused, and then brought a hand up to cup his cheek. Smiling, Zuko placed one of his hands on Aang’s and gently lifted it and brought the boy’s fingers to his lips. Even more confused, Aang blinked at him, cocking his head to one side.
“Zuko…” the young monk asked. “What’re you doing?”
“Preparing,” Zuko smirked, kissing Aang’s fingers. “So it won’t hurt.”
“Won’t hurt…What…Ah…” Aang gasped softly as Zuko slipped his fingers into his mouth.
The prince started off slow, only licking along one finger. Aang watched, amazed that even this could feel good too. Zuko pulled his fingers out and made a show of licking each digit slowly, saliva glistening. Murmuring softly, Zuko sucked on one of the fingers much like he did to Aang’s erection before. Face flushing again; Aang continued to watch him, shifting in his seat. The boy’s member was throbbing with need and Zuko’s show was not helping in the slightest. It was so hot and incredibly sexy. Zuko opened his eyes halfway so he could watch Aang’s reaction and was pleased by what he saw. Once he was sure he had gotten each finger very wet he took them out of his mouth and smiled deviously at the young Avatar, a great amount of list glinting in his bright gold eyes.
Aang looked as his spit-slicked fingers, “What…do I do?”
“This,” Zuko replied softly, holding onto Aang’s hand as he turned around to present him his backside. His voice lowered even more. “In there…”
Timidly, Aang pressed the tip of his finger against Zuko’s entrance. Zuko looked over his shoulder and gave him a nod as the signal to continue. Still a bit unsure, Aang slowly slid it in and was surprised at the low groan Zuko made. Now curious, slowly he slid his finger in and out, focusing on the teen’s reactions. Zuko’s face flushed and he rocked his hips slightly, making all sorts of soft small noises. Wondering what would happen; Aang quickened the face, pressing his finger in even harder to brush against a sensitive spot inside. A low moan caught his attention as Zuko bit his lip, his hips thrusting back on their own accord. Interesting, very interesting. Aang kept the pace, adding a second finger. This only made Zuko make even more low noises, shuddering. The young monk could feel his member twitch at the sounds Zuko was making for him and how submissive he was being. Instinctively, Aang made small scissoring motions as he continued to thrust his fingers, stretching him out a little bit. He braced himself with one hand on the side of the prince’s thigh, and worked his digits in and out, trying to keep Zuko from moving around too much. When he felt the prince might’ve been ready he slipped his fingers out. Zuko let out a whine and glanced over his shoulder when he felt the absence of Aang’s fingers.
“What do I do now?” Aang asked softly.
Zuko sighed, smirking. “Just….put it in….”
“…” Aang arched a brow.
“Slowly at first,” Zuko added as an afterthought, realizing that it being Aang’s first time might make it painful for him.
“Okay,” Aang nodded and positioned himself as Zuko lowered his hips for him.
He couldn’t believe he was actually doing this. Not even a fantasy could help him now. Biting his lip, he could feel the dampness of Zuko’s saliva still on his member as well as it being slick with his own precum. Letting out a deep breath, he held Zuko’s hips in place as he slowly guided himself into him. Zuko groaned, trying his hardest not to move until he got used to Aang’s presence inside of him. Aang sucked in a great deal of air through clenched teeth and then let it out with a low hiss. That felt incredibly good…and Zuko was so tight too he never would’ve thought…He had to try his hardest not to pound into him mercilessly out of the sheer pleasure at the feel of the prince’s muscles clenched around him. When he was sure Zuko was ready for him, Aang pulled out slowly before sliding back into him. He started out at such a slow pace, getting used to what he was doing and the erotic sounds Zuko was making. Panting heavily, Zuko peered over his shoulder at the boy behind him, his face flushing. Sweat made the young Airbender’s face glisten as he focused on what he was doing to the teen. After a moment, and not being able to take much more, Aang quickened his thrusts, deepening them each time. Zuko gasped and then moaned loudly, his fists clenching at the bedspread. The prince’s cock was hard and throbbing, begging for release. Aang’s fucking him wasn’t helping his situation much either.
“…Ava…Aang…” Zuko begged, his voice a strained whine. “Please…”
Aang stopped for a moment to take in what Zuko was asking him for. He brought his hand around to between Zuko’s legs and brushed his fingertips against the base of his shaft, before bringing it up further and wrapped his hand around his. As he resumed thrusting he began to stroke the prince’s erection as well. Zuko moaned loudly, thrusting his hips in rhythm with the boy pounding into him. It felt so good…So very good…There was no turning back now, all Aang could think about, care about was satisfying himself inside the Firebender. He wanted so desperately now to own the prince of the Fire Nation that nothing else mattered. The boy moaned, speeding up the pace of his hand and tightening his grip. He thrust harder and harder into Zuko and the combination of that and his erection being stoked made Zuko moan loudly, practically tearing the bedspread he was gripping at. Faster and faster, harder and harder. Precum leaked from the tip of the prince’s erection and coated Aang’s hand as he spread it all up and down his shaft. It felt so incredible…Aang pounded into Zuko even harder, doing all he could to keep up the pace of his stroking as well. Zuko could feel himself getting closer and closer to his release.
“Feels so good….” Zuko moaned. “So close…”
Hearing this, Aang stroked Zuko’s member ever faster, giving the tip a small squeeze every so often. Going back to panting and making incoherent noises, Zuko’s hips bucked wildly. He could feel that he was almost there, just a little more and…With a low groan and a shiver running along his spine, Zuko reached his climax. His semen coated Aang’s hand and the bed beneath him. He sighed, but still kept himself propped up as Aang hadn’t finished yet. Hearing and feeling as Zuko came only brought the young Avatar even closer to his climax as well. He pounded into Zuko even harder, the hand that had been stroking him now gripping tightly onto his hip, the other one bracing him on the bed. The prince felt tired but he had to keep himself perked until Aang was finished, he peered over his shoulder at the boy, a blush tinting his cheeks. Aang looked so attractive; his eyes shut tight, his brow furrowed, sweat gleaming on his reddened face as he worked him. For a moment Zuko could’ve sworn he saw the monk’s tattoos glow but brushed it off because he knew that was impossible for the type of situation he was in. Closer and closer…Aang could feel the heated tension build in his groin. He thrust faster and harder, just begging to finally come himself. As if the spirits had answered his secret prayer, Zuko clenched his muscles at the just the right moment and Aang came with a low moan, giving the prince one final deep thrust before he stilled.
Panting, Aang waited until he had fully rode out his orgasm before pulling out of Zuko, tiny droplets of semen leaking from the teen’s entrance. Blushing at that particular sight, Aang shifted and moved around so he was beside Zuko and kissed him softly on the cheek. Zuko turned his head to look at him, blinking slowly from exhaustion. His bright gold eyes met Aang’s dark ones and though also tired, Aang also looked mildly amused. Come to think of it, this really didn’t look good on his part. He had just been owned by the Avatar after all, his enemy. Aang was supposed to be his, not the other way around. No matter, as long as they both enjoyed themselves. Zuko smirked and then kissed Aang softly on the lips before guiding the boy to get under the covers.
Once settled in the bed, Zuko turned to face Aang and put his hand on the boy’s face, brushing him thumb over his cheek. “That was good…You know…”
“Really?” Aang whispered with a small smile. “I didn’t really…you know…Know what I was doing.”
“Doesn’t matter,” the prince sighed. “It was nice…Should be all that matters.”
“Oh…” Aang glanced away for a moment. “Didn’t hurt?”
“No,” Zuko shook his head. He then sighed and looked at Aang meaningfully, “You’re…not going to leave right away, are you?”
The young Airbender grinned, “So you knew I was fully capable of getting away the whole time eh?” He found this mildly amusing but then his expression softened. “No…Probably not…At least not until the morning…”
“Good,” Zuko ran his hand down to rest it on Aang’s shoulder. He then placed a warm kiss on his lips. “Because I want this to last as long as possible.”
“For your honor?” Aang arched a brow.”
“For my honor.”
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