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Lesson from a Dragon	By : Ganymede1135 Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Slash - Male/Male > Aang/Zuko Views: 955 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own "Avatar: The Last Airbender" which is property of Michael Dante DiMartino, Bryan Konietzko and Aaron Ehasz plus Nickelodeon. Nor do I profit from this story.

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Four Nations Martial Arts school senior Zuko opened the door and turned the lights on.

"Welcome to my dojo. I'll get you a Hot n Cold pack," he offered.

The throbbing pain in my cheek had eased but it still hurt to smile. I followed Zuko inside. Foam mats covered most of the floor and the smell of stale sweat filled the air. I touched my face and wondered how swollen it was, how much roughed up had I become since our date begun. There was a wall paneled with full length mirrors, and I started towards it to see.

"No shoes on the mats!" Zuko shouted.

"Sorry." There was no way I was going to disobey a voice as stern as that. I kicked off my white ASICS shoes and continued. I caught the pack he lobbed at me then checked out my reflection.

Zuko said, "It doesn't look too bad, considering how hard he punched you. If the bone isn’t fractured, it will heal completely after a day or two."

The night started so well. Dinner conversation was lively, we had so much in common. It was a first date, but it felt like we’d known each other for years. It went so well that we planned to go to his house for tea, or watch an Anime DVD, or whatever excuse we settled for, and headed to the car park. That's when we hit an obstacle. Two of them, in fact. Out of the darkness came a pair of street thugs wanting our wallets. If I was by myself, I may’ve just thrown my money at them and ran in the opposite direction, but with Zuko there I convinced myself that I had to be a man. I had to be his hero plus mine. I put my fists up, they then put one of their fists in my face and I folded my way down to the asphalt. It took a few moments for my vision to unblur, but it was at that moment the first of the thugs grunted and joined me on the ground, clutching his ribs in agony. They had turned their backs on Zuko, believing him to be small and helpless young show-off. It was not a great move to make against a Jiu jitsu instructor. Wearing a little black dress and heels, he held the second assailant in a sleeper hold.
"Anymore throws you make at us, we’ll leave you broken," he said. They pleaded surrender and stumbled away.

Zuko looked me over with his round, bright amber eyes. "How much does it hurt?"

The shock of being saved from two bullies by my date hurt more than the blow. "I don't think anything is broken; I'll survive. I'm not bleeding, am I?"

"No, you're not. You told me at dinner that you were experienced in Bagua. I didn't see much of that."

"I may’ve exaggerated my skills a little. I move in circles and constantly spin back and forth a lot, but I've never stepped in the ring. You on the other hand downplayed yourself. What you did was awesome, I wish I could do that."

"I'd love to teach you."

There we decided that the best time to start practicing was then, so we drove over to his dojo.

Zuko rummaged through a locker that contained the traditional white uniforms. "I think you're probable a size 5," he said, "try this Gi on." He directed me to a curtained changing room. "Oh, and tie your pants on tight, otherwise they might come off when grappling." I laughed at the thought of two people fighting with their trousers around their ankles. The pants fitted me well, but the top was kinda new to me.

"Do I wear my singlet underneath this?" I asked through the curtain. I could hear Zuko changing into his uniform on the other side.

"No, the rules say you wear it bare-chested." I hoped that rule applied to everyone else.

I figured out how the strings kept the bathrobe in place and pulled back the curtain. I felt weird in the clothing, it was loose in places where clothes aren't usually loose, and the fabric was itchier than anything I’d ever worn before. It also had a deeply plunging neckline that showed off skin as pale as the uniform. Zuko, however, looked the part of a seasoned warrior in his Gi; it suited him perfectly. He had combed a hand through his medium-length black hair and wore a black belt around his waist to complete the look.

"Did I get this all right" I asked.

"You succeeded in dressing yourself right, so yeah. Now for the belt. I suppose you don't know how to tie this," He held a white belt wrapped tightly in a coil.

"You suppose correctly."

"Okay, arms up." I raised my arms, and he wrapped the belt around me twice, then knelt to tie the knot. I looked down to watch him tie it, but my eyes were drawn to what lay under his crossed lapels - a toned muscled chest glued together on a soft cotton shirt. It wasn't the bare-chested dress-code that he insisted on me, but it was still handsome.

Zuko adjusted the folds in the knot and gave both ends of the belt a tug to finish. "Thanks, Sifu Hotman," I said with a smile. Zuko retuned with a spiteful smirk in return. Perhaps I should be more careful what I say, I might pay for it later.

"Now we're ready to get started." Zuko said.

I walked onto the mats and put my arms up in a defensive stance.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, we need to take a bow first." He lined me up, facing the front of the dojo. "Just follow what I do." He bowed to the front.

I bowed as well.

"Now face me."

"Yes Master," I said as we bowed to each other.

"Now that we’ve paid respects to those who came before us, and each other, we can start. We'll start with some stretches. Turn your head side-to-side."

We moved our heads in all directions, and he took us through a set of exercises that worked through each of our joints from head to toe. My favorites, to watch Zuko perform at least, were the hip exercises. Watching him rotate his hips as if spinning a hula hoop, then thrusting his pelvis back and forth, filled me with dirty thoughts of what else he could do with them. "Jiu jitsu is all about the hips," he lectured, "You’ll be surprised what a strong pelvic thrust can do."

"Alright, now sit on the floor and stretch your legs as far apart as they can go, then lean forward." Zuko said and gracefully moved his legs to into side-splits. "I said, as far as they can go."

My legs were stuck at right angles to one another. I pulled one leg further back with both hands but that just sent the other one following it. "This is the best I can do," I said.

"I'm not all that impressed, but at least you’ve room for improvement."

I sat there straining forward and struggling to keep myself from falling backwards, whilst he casually flopped forward and placed his elbows on the ground in front of him. Once again, I caught sight of that handsome glistening chest. I imagined my hands sliding under his top and kneading that soft flesh. He looked up and caught me mid-fantasy. He knew exactly what I was doing!

"I’d usually wear a shirt underneath this, but I didn't have one here," he explained. He pulled the lapels together to try and cover up but showed no embarrassment for himself nor anger towards me.

"What? You mean the guys don't have the same strict dress-code as the girls?" I said.

"No, it's too distracting for the guys, as you’ve just made obvious."

"Well, I can't argue with that."

"That should be enough of a warm-up, now show me how good a fighter you really are," Zuko said. I stood up, sunk back into my fighting stance, and showcased a few combos. Jab-cross-hook. Jab-jab-cross. Jab-slip-hook-uppercut.

"Interesting," said Zuko. "That might work in a tournament ring with oversized gloves and a thousand and one rules, but fighting like that will make you dead meat in a street fight."

"I'm sure jiu-jitsu has its short-comings too."

"Not in real-world fighting. Jiu jitsu, the style I teach at least, will stand up against any other martial art."

"I think we're gonna to have to put that to the test. It's just lucky for you that I'm a terrible fighter."

Zuko laughed. "I've never sparred with a boxer before. Maybe there's something you can do that will surprise me. So, the rules are no contact to the head and only light contact to the body. All techniques are allowable providing that they can be performed without causing an injury; we want to keep this fun. Do you understand me?"

"So we pull our punches before they hit. Gotcha."

I reached out to touch gloves with my bare fist. Zuko raised his palm to me and halted my approach. "No," he said, "we start with a bow from a safe distance apart."

His dojo, his rules. We bowed and prepared to fight. His stance was very different to mine, his back leg was some distance behind his front, and he had one open hand half-stretched out in from of him at head height whilst the other was low with the elbow at his hip. I had one leg a foot-length in front of the other with both my fists protecting my face. With only one hand defending his head, I was sure to tag him with a left-right combination, but I was very conscious to control any aggression, I wanted to impress him with my skills without knocking him out.

I lunged at Zuko with fists flying. He dodged effortlessly to the side and brought his knuckles half an inch from my hot left cheek. I understood the message and conceded the point, although I put it down to him taking the fight just a bit more seriously than me. I upped my speed to match his and launched a flurry of attacks, but he once again dodged and countered. I tried a third time; I was anticipating that he’d slip to the side and planned to intercept him. My arm was at full stretch pointing towards his face but falling short. I saw no movement on his part but felt the wind squeezed out of my belly. I looked down and saw his foot planted in my gut. Stumbling backwards, I tried to catch my breath and pretend that it didn't hurt any.

"Was that too hard?" he said.

"I'm okay," I said between shallow breaths. "Even though you just winded me."

"You made no attempt to block my kick."

"I didn't see it coming."

He took a moment to analyze what I said. "You're fighting as if I'm a behemoth and only looking for punches, but I might kick you, sweep you, or do all sorts of other things. Rather than keeping your line of sight at eye level, drop it to chest level and try to keep all my arms and legs in your peripheral vision."

What a thing to say. For years jerky popular kids have been criticizing me for not looking them in the eyes, and this one TELLS me to do the opposite. "Okay, I'll try that," I said.

So I watched his chest. His wonderful chest. It was covered by an unshapely canvas Gi, but earlier I had been given a glimpse of the beautiful pecks underneath and my mind's eye could see them now. I was still in this meditation when the soles of my feet lost contact with the ground and, after spending a brief time floating, my butt made hard contact with the padded floor. What was that second thing he asked me to focus on? Watch all his arms and legs; I guess I failed at that.

"I think you have me beat," I said. "I can't even get close to touching you."

"Does that mean you acknowledge Jiu jitsu as the ultimate martial art, now and forever more?" Zuko said.

"I acknowledge you as a better fighter than me, but I'm not expert enough to make any other judgments. I can see how you can dodge and counter someone you saw coming, you're fast enough to do that, but what if someone grabs you by surprise?"

He held out his hand to pull me onto my feet. "Let me show you. Give me a bear hug." He turned his back to me with his arms relaxed by his sides.

"I'm not going to go easy on you," I said. "Once I get hold of you, I'm not going to let go."

"Good. I expect you to try and do that."

I wrapped my arms tightly around him, pinning Zuko’s arms to his body. My forearms pushed into his chest and my crotch pressed against his butt. He struggled a little, but I was stronger than him, and there was no way he was going to break my grip. If I were really an assailant, he would now be in all kinds of trouble. My face was pressed in his hair I could smell his shampoo. I spoke softly in his ear, "Is this too tight for you?"

"No," he said. "I was just waiting for you to get a good grip."

He leaned forward and shot his hips backwards, pounding my crotch with his ass. With my body stunned, my fingers lost their grip. He danced and managed to get his body to my side and his left leg behind my right. With a flick of his hips he sent me into the air and once again crashing to the ground. How could he possibly do that? There was no way a tall guy like him could have the strength to lift me.

"That was impressive, but I’ve no idea what just happened," I said.

"Well, now it's your turn to learn."

Again, he helped me to my feet. His Gi top was out of place, part of his amazing package was on display. Again, he caught me and gave me a shake of the head in disapproval. I need to learn to be more subtle in my peeping. He adjusted his clothing.
"Sorry. But I guess that was bound to happen at some point." He only seemed to feign embarrassment. Perhaps it was his plan from the beginning to flash me.

"There's nothing to apologize for; I enjoyed the experience."

"It's just that I should be more respectful in the dojo."

He wasn't shy about his body, which I found to be a rare trait for a nice, respectable guy.

Zuko took me through the move he’d just demonstrated. He hugged me from behind, sliding one of his hands under my top to rest on my left nipple and pressing his warm chest into my back. This was simulating an attack from an aggressor. I couldn't imagine a more comforting position to be in. His moist breath warmed my neck when he spoke.
"First, thrust your hips back into me." He guided me through each step, I didn't get any of them right the first time, but we managed to perform the sequence anyway. When finished we repeated from the start, and I tried my best to reduce the number of mistakes.

"I don't think I'm quite getting it," I said.

"No, you're doing great. You're a quick learner and talented kid."

"But the way I'm doing it now, it wouldn't save me against a real attacker."

"No, it wouldn't. You just need more practice. You also must put the steps together more fluidly and quit with the pauses between them. Let's swap roles again, and I'll demonstrate."

"So I hold you like you just held me?"

"Exactly."

Whether he meant it or not, he’d just given me explicit permission and there was no taking it back. I slid my left hand under his top and my palm warmed, touching his torso, my hardening cock edging into the crevice between his legs. I moved to seductively kiss him on the neck, but instead found myself violently pummeled in the crotch and then floating in the air. He was playing a flirty wicked game with me, but it was a game according to his rules. His rules meant that training trumped sexual pleasure. The familiar thud of me meeting the floor echoed through the room, together with the sound of Zuko wincing.

"Was that me or you?" I asked. I feared that I damaged his borrowed uniform.

"It was me. Fuck!" He had turned his back to me and was peering inside his top. "It kinda hurts, and I got my ass kicked sparring with Sokka at practice yesterday."

"I'm sorry, my hand must’ve gotten caught."

"It's okay, these things happen."

He was checking his upper body for other wounds without consideration of the mirrored wall in front of him. He took a sigh of relief after inspecting himself for damage and abrasions; there were none. Via the reflection, I spotted a rosy nipple, although from too great a distance to appreciate it fully. Upon this turn of events I thought that that might be as much as I would ever see.

Zuko put his Gi back on quietly, turned around to face me and said, "Well I'm having too much fun to stop now, and you definitely need more training. Let's keep going."

I was glad for being let off the hook for any blunders I may’ve made. This emotion was followed by excitement in anticipation. It was inevitable that his chest was going to be revealed again, this time sweaty and free, and we both knew it.

"Since you always seem to end up one the ground, you're going to have to learn how to defend yourself from that position," Zuko said. "Just do your best to survive."

I’d seen a few mixed martial arts fights on T.V and in other sessions from my favorite teachers.; the proper strategy was to lie on my back, keep my feet orientated towards him and hug his body with my legs if he got too close. What this would achieve, I’d no idea. He knelt between my legs and I wrapped them around him.

"That's good," he said. "This is called full guard. Put your legs up a bit higher and lock your feet together. That's it, now squeeze. You now control my body."

He leant forward and clasped my lapel with one hand and my opposite elbow with the other. I took this as the correct way to grapple and mirrored his hand positions. Zuko was pushing and pulling in all directions, I knew he was setting up a weird attack, but I couldn't imagine what it would be. He pulled himself to one side, but the lapel I was holding didn't follow. His bare chest dangled over me; milky white and shiny with sweat, it moved and shone with each sharp move he made. If Zuko noticed, he didn't care.

Zuko then slunk his body away from me, creating a pressure that unlocked my legs. He then sneaked his head under my right thigh and before I could think he was sitting on my crotch with his hands pinning my arms to the ground.

"This is called full mount," he said. "From this position I’ve a great advantage and can do many nasty things to you. For example, an arm-bar."

He grabbed my arm with both hands and swiveled around to lay on his back, right-angled to me. One leg draped over my chest and the other lay over my neck. He pulled my outstretched arm into his chest.

"Tap the ground when this gets too painful," Zuko said. He arched his back and it felt like my elbow was going to shatter.

"I give, I give!" I shouted, banging my free hand on the ground. He let go and the pain quickly subsided.

"It didn't seem like full-guard was such a great position after all," I said.

"It is, you just need to know how to work it. This time you be on the bottom." Zuko spread his knees apart to invite me in. I knelt between them and he straddled me with his legs. They tightly gripped my waist to the point that it was difficult to breathe. "Now I’ve control of your body, see?"

"Not really. It's much easier for me to attack you in this position."

"Try it."

I raised a fist to prove my point, but was flung forward; he had sharply pulled his legs into his chest and my body moved with them. His legs jolted in the opposite direction and I was pushed back with them. He gripped both his hands in the nape of my neck and pulled my head into his chest.

"Now see if you can attack me," he said. I couldn't move to any real effect, although I wasn't sure that I wanted to.

Zuko wasn't going to let me go until I tried something. I managed to turn my head to the side, nuzzle my nose under his lapel, and lick his sweaty, salty nipple.

"What was that?" he said. He pushed me out of that position and the next thing I knew, my neck was locked between his thighs. "Remember, you're only breathing because I'm allowing it." His crotch was tantalizingly close to my face; I would’ve taken a shot of nuzzling that as well if it was within reach. He must’ve been reading my mind, because that was the moment, he squeezed his thighs together and I lost the ability to breathe. I frantically tapped the ground and he released me.

He sternly asked me, "Are you here to learn something or are you here to fool around?"

I didn't know the correct answer. First one, then the other? "I'll behave," I replied, although my eyes may’ve said something completely different.
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