Everything Happens in Ba Sing Se | By : CanadianGirl Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female > Mai/Zuko Views: 4070 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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Everything Happens in Ba Sing Se
Prologue Mai and Zuko were not walking through the dim, tapestry laden corridors of the Fire Nation palace like proper nobility would. They were running, clothing flapping behind them like sheets hung out to dry, Zuko's legs struggling against the heavy fabric of his formal robes. And they weren't taking the direct route to the residential wing either. Mai yanked Zuko along, darting down little used hallways, going up and down stairs that had a fine coating of dust on them, all in an attempt to avoid meeting anyone who would ask questions, make demands or generally be bothersome. The morning along with a tedious luncheon had been spent with all eight members of Zuko's new council. They were dull men for the most part, politicians born and bred, but experienced and knowledgeable about their nation. Unfortunately, they looked upon Zuko as a seventeen year old boy, too young for the voluminous robes that signified his position and too inexperienced to have a hope in the spirit world of ever running the nation properly. Zuko's temper and indignation did nothing to impress the older men either. He needed to keep his fire in check, be calm and cool like Mai, watch, listen, observe. Oh, who was he kidding? That wasn't him. He brought passion and determination to the table and they had to count for something. Mai could continue to be the calm one. She could make him shut up with a look too or the slightest of touches. "Agni, being Fire Lord is hard," he blurted out randomly as they turned the final corner and darted into the huge set of rooms they shared. The two guards posted outside moved back into position and then shared a knowing look. "Well, what did you expect?" Mai asked her boyfriend once the heavy wooden door was closed and locked. "And it's only been a few weeks. Give yourself some more time." Mai let her shiny black hair out of the confines of its buns and proceeded to take off her comfortable trousers and tunic. "I expected the council to respect me a bit more. I mean, Iroh said that they were all decent men and even Toph swore that they're trustworthy. Why are they so reluctant to listen to me? I'm the damn Fire Lord after all." Zuko was pouting, leaning back against the wall of scarlet and gold cushions that lined the head of their shared bed. His eyes were half closed and his fists were balled up at his sides. Once he looked over at Mai, hair flowing down her back and perfect, pale body naked before him, thoughts of the council and its constant griping left. "M, Mai," he gasped. He still wasn't accustomed to seeing her nude. He liked it certainly. In fact, he fantasized about being naked with Mai for an entire week, just cuddling under the covers, making love when they chose, sleeping when the urge struck and taking their meals in bed. He would be able to touch the smoothness of that skin whenever he wanted; kiss those silken lips, stroke the soft thighs, caress perky breasts and more. Zuko was hard now, unbelievably so and reached down to touch, just a few pulls before he shucked his own, much more complicated clothes off. "Uh, uh," Mai ordered and grabbed hold of his hand. "I have plans for you. Now, undress. Come on, stand up." Sheepishly, Zuko got up from the bed and began the too long process of removing the Fire Lord's formal robes. Mai stood behind him, the softness of her breath hitting the small hairs at the nape of his neck and her breasts, not too small and not too big, pressed against his back. He could feel the pebble hardness of her nipples through the layers of fabric. She reached around his waist and unwound the red sash, winding it up into a neat little coil of material once it was off. Then she moved to his front and began to help with the shoulder piece, while Zuko undid the tiny black buttons that held so much of the robes in place. "Thanks," he said gratefully. "I hate these damn robes. Half my day is spent getting dressed and undressed." "Take off your crown," Mai ordered. Obediently, Zuko pulled out the shiny flame shaped diadem and tossed it gently onto Mai's vanity. His outer robes were off now, and Mai was tugging away at the loose silk pants and shirt that he wore underneath. When he was down to just underwear and slippers, Mai laughed. "That's a good look on you." "Ha, ha, let me get these slippers off," Zuko replied. He reached down, pulled them off and as soon as he lifted his head again, Mai tore off his underwear. "Much better," she purred appreciatively. Mai put her hand out and snatched his rigid member, stroking it sensuously with fingers so soft the sensation made Zuko keen. She knelt down on the carpet then and took it into her mouth, swirling her tongue around its tip and then drawing hard on it until Zuko's eyes went back into his head and he began to pant desperately. "Mai, I need to, I'm going to…." He came then and Mai took it all calmly, like she took most things. Had someone told her a few years ago that she would very willingly and very eagerly perform such an action, Mai would have scoffed and then shuddered. But this was Zuko and she loved every part of him. Pleasing him pleased her and this definitely pleased Zuko. "On the bed now," she ordered and gave her lover a bit of a push. Mai still wore a knife strapped to her thigh and one to her upper left arm. Zuko found the black leather straps against her alabaster skin intensely arousing. And the thought of what she could do with those blades almost put him over the edge again. He lay flat on his back, vulnerable and exposed, waiting for Mai to make her move. She removed the blade that rested against her thigh, turning it around, letting its perfectly shiny surface catch the lantern light. It looked like something ethereal in her hand, something magical and otherworldly. He never even saw it coming. Suddenly, the blade wasn't in her hand anymore but right between his legs, mere hairs breadths away from his most private area. Zuko stiffened instinctively and he looked at Mai with one very wide gold eye. "Don't move," she said in a deadly tone. Mai strode toward him, the other blade now in her hands. She was hungry looking and Zuko hoped that maybe she would eat him up again. His member strained upwards, as if eager for Mai to acknowledge its existence. She climbed lithely onto the bed and then straddled him. Her wetness coated his thighs and he keened again. Gently but still with a bit of pressure, Mai traced the outline of his abdominal muscles with the tip of the blade. Zuko reached out to touch but she smacked his hand away. "You can touch me after," she said firmly. Zuko groaned but complied. Mai was in complete control now and he was okay with that. He focused on the late afternoon sunlight that streamed in from the huge window, and watched as dust motes danced in the beams. He jerked then as he felt Mai's knife run up his shaft, following the vein that ran along its centre. More than anything at that moment, he wanted to throw Mai off him with one strong bucking motion and take her hard. But that wasn't how the game worked. If he played along, he would get his reward. Zuko couldn't help the gentle thrusts he made with his hips, however. Mai seemed to enjoy them; at least she didn't object. She removed the one knife from the mattress and returned it to its sheath. Leaning down then and pressing herself along his body, Mai kissed him, pushing her tongue into his mouth almost forcefully and running her hands through his hair. One still held onto a blade and Zuko felt its hilt against the bone of his skull. Mai sat up suddenly, made a tiny nick on his neck and ran her tongue along the thin beading of blood that rose instantly. She kissed him again, sharing the metallic taste with Zuko. "Okay," she whispered. "I'm ready." Permission given, Zuko flipped Mai onto her back and proceeded to ravage her. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once; her breasts, her hair, inside her. He took a breast into his mouth, licking the sensitive nipple and then suckling hard before moving onto the next one. Mai was breathing heavily now and making little mewling noises that drove Zuko insane. A bit roughly, he flipped her over again, so that she lay with her stomach against the mattress. He pulled her up onto her knees and proceeded to drive into her, every bit of pent up lust put into each thrust. Mai was chanting his name now, over and over until she came with a sudden fury. Her body quaked and her vision blurred momentarily. Zuko continued for a few more minutes, increasing his pace even more until he exploded inside her. Holding onto her hips, he rode the orgasm out and then gently removed himself from Mai. He dropped onto the mattress beside her, completely spent, sleepy and more relaxed than he had ever felt in his life. "So, I'll bet you're not thinking about the council now, are you?" Mai quipped when she turned over and buried her face in Zuko's chest. "Well, I wasn't," he replied and brushed her damp bangs back from her forehead. Mai giggled.A week later, Zuko called an important council meeting. The Fire Nation had a lot of changing to do, all of it important and most probably difficult. But the new Fire Lord firmly believed that changing the education and ideals of its children was paramount. Most of our morals and ways of thinking are formed in childhood after all. Zuko wanted to rid the schools of the strict regimentation that pervaded them now and introduce a freer atmosphere while still having that all important discipline. The curriculum too needed an overhaul. History books needed to be rewritten with the truth rather than the lies that the previous regimes perpetuated. Lessons about other nations would be included in an attempt to remove the 'we're better than everyone else' mindset that Sozin, Azulon and Ozai had thrived on. Naturally, the council made its objections known. Zuko sat, white knuckled, his hands gripping the edges of his throne. He felt uncomfortable sitting there, looking out and across at eight men ready to rip to shreds any ideas that he had. Mai sat next to him in her own regal chair. Her hands were loose and relaxed looking but occasionally moved to the wide sleeves of her tunic, especially if a council member was more than merely contradictory and bordered on rude instead. She knew that the men resented her presence. The throne room had always been a man's domain. Wives of previous Fire Lords produced children and stayed in the background, trotted out only for official functions where other women would be in attendance. Mai had no intentions of living her life like that. Zuko needed all the help he could get, help that was there day after day not here and gone fleetingly like Aang was. It wasn't that Zuko was stupid or incompetent. He just needed someone there by his side that he could trust implicitly to tell him the truth, protect him and support him. Zuko didn't give a damn what the men thought about Mai's presence. He wanted her there as long as she was willing. Mai saw things that sometimes escaped him; she read people so much better than he did. She was trying to teach him how to read people too and it was beginning to work. Besides that, he liked spending his day with her, even if they couldn't talk or touch. Just being with her was more than enough to keep him sane. "Our education system is outdated," Zuko began, speaking clearly and firmly. "Our children have been immersed in prejudice and hatred for the last one hundred years. They have been fed lies instead of truths. They have been repressed and subdued rather than encouraged. I want to change that. I will change that." One of the councilmen snickered and mentioned something about Zuko being in diapers himself not that long ago. Mai sensed Zuko's body grow rigid and she could feel the heat pouring off him in waves. He was ready to blow, much like the volcanoes that made up their homeland. She put a restraining hand on his arm; her touch wasn't hard, but firm enough for Zuko to understand. He needed to calm down and handle the insult with dignity, not temper. Failing that, Mai would pin the bastard down, like an insect speciman in a display cabinet. "You're right, councilman Sadako. I am young; the youngest Fire Lord in the history of our nation and the youngest world leader ever recorded. But youth does not forsake determination and hard work, a love of our home and a willingness to listen to all ideas before making any decisons. Perhaps I'm a little too idealistic for you older men who have been around so much longer than I have. But I believe that my idealism will help make this country of ours better and in turn make the world better too. If you, Sadako, cannot work within those ambitions and cannot accept my age for what it is, a number that doesn't necessarily represent all that I have experienced, than perhaps it would be better if I found a replacement for you." The councilman, looking suitably chastised and also impressed, bowed his head in respect. "I apologize for speaking out of turn and so disrespectfuly, my lord. Please forgive me. Serving on this council is a great honour and from this moment on I will do my best to serve both you and the Fire Nation." "Apology accepted," Zuko said immediately. "Now, let's get back down to business."
Later that evening, after dinner, Mai and Zuko curled up on their sofa together, Mai with a book and Zuko with some drier reading material. "You did well today," she said and put her book down. "in fact, you were pretty amazing." Zuko looked over at her and then ducked his head shyly. Praise was sonething that he was still unaccustomed to. "Thanks," he finally replied and took her hand in his. "If you hadn't been there, I would have done something stupid." "I was and you didn't, so everything's good." "Yeah," Zuko said. "Everything's good." He kissed her then.
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