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A/N: This chapter contains non-con, violence, and hints at substance abuse. You’ve been warned!

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Prince Zuko.

He has been a thorn in my side for almost four years, since my liege first assigned me with the task of retrieving the Avatar.

I can honestly say that I never expected King Ozai to accept the banished prince back as his heir, Avatar or no. The fact that he did completely interfered with the plans that I had for the future.

You see, I had intended to take the young princess as my wife. I have no doubt that my liege would have approved of the match and was intending upon asking for her as a reward for producing the Avatar. Then, after my liege suffered an unfortunate accident soon after our nuptials, Princess Azula would inherit the throne. Of course, as a woman she would have soon been found incompetent to lead our great nation, and that is where I would have stepped in -- it would have been the least I could do under Agni and our great nation.

I had it all planned out.

And so, I was not at all pleased to find out that the banished Prince had returned with the Avatar.

In fact, the more I thought about it, the more it grated at me and the more I hated that sorry excuse for a royal. I should have been the one to bring the boy before my liege. I was the one who had the men and the resources to do it. That that insolent spoiled brat should be successful where I was not –

It was insufferable.

I can’t think about it anymore. I’m grinding my teeth now, and the young captain standing next to me has subtly inched further away. I realize that my emotions must be showing on my face, and that is never good.

Instead, I distract myself by directing my attention to the young Avatar as they bring him before my liege for the second time in three days. I have to repress a snort as I look at the boy. He cannot be any more than sixteen. One hundred and sixteen, to be sure, but he looks little changed from the first time I saw him. Taller, perhaps… but his face is that of a child’s. How could such a scrawny little brat cause the great fire nation so much trouble?

He is crawling on his hands and knees, completely cowed and I smile. If there is one good thing I have to say for my liege, it is that he deals with prisoners effectively. Serves the brat right, for how much trouble he has caused.

And then I am reminded of what my Lord has in store for the insolent youth. My eyes travel over his slight form, this boy who has escaped me several times… and though it is not the reason I came here, I begin to wonder what it would be like to have him completely subservient to my will. How delicious it would be to flush out that last little bit of defiance that he’s so effectively hiding.

Oh yes, I know that his spirit is not broken. He is cowed, yes – but not a shell, like so many who have been brought before my liege after such ruthless treatment. I have never underestimated that child like my liege. He has always been brave -- noble even, possessed of a strength of character that would put any one of my men to shame. Even now, it would be foolish to dismiss him. That boy, that young Avatar is infallible.

Ozai has failed to break him… but perhaps I can succeed where my liege has not.

He is a beautiful youth; lithe, sinuous and innocent. I come to the realization that I would find the process most… enjoyable.

Out of the corner of my eye I can see the young prince watching the boy with as much – if not more – intensity as myself. Oh ho! So, the spoiled prince wants the boy for himself. Why am I not surprised? The look he is giving the boy reeks of possession, giving me a second reason to want to take the boy for myself.

He sees me watching him and schools his expression, but it is too late. I’ve seen the barely hidden lust in his eyes… and what’s more, he knows it.

My liege taunts the boy, brings out a startling truth and I snicker. Not so pious now, little monk? And while I can see the arrogant prince seething under his breath, I myself am not so surprised. If there is one thing that I am, it is observant. In the many altercations I have had with the young Avatar, I have seen how he has protected that worthless water wench above everything, even when doing so put his own life at risk.

I suppose he was fumbling when he took her… it was probably very mutual and very sweet. There will be nothing mutual or sweet about what he will get from me, I assure you.

And then my liege asks the question I have been waiting for. I know that I’m not going to be the only one to step forward… in fact, I am counting on it. And indeed, it gives me great pleasure to see the barely repressed rage on the prince’s face.

My liege decides to award the avatar to both of us. At this, I am filled with an unexpected surge of … something, maybe anger, maybe it’s possessiveness, maybe a little bit of both and I’m forced to shrug it off. What do I care if the boy is shared between us? He’s just a plaything – a toy.

But then again, I was never one to share.

Of course, when my liege determines that I will be the first to take the boy, the feeling is replaced by one of triumph. I can’t help the smirk that I send in the direction of the prince. I know it’s juvenile, but that the prince will have to live with the knowledge that I will be the first to take his precious little Avatar is almost more thrilling than the fact itself.

Almost.

I watch the prince with barely repressed glee. I know he wants more than anything to challenge his father’s decision and I’m secretly hoping he will. Unfortunately, the prince seems to have learned from his mistakes and I am denied that pleasure.

Of course, the pleasure of having the boy follow me out of the throne room on his hands and knees like a dog more than makes up for it --- especially knowing that the prince is watching my little display with a mixture of rage and envy.

Glorious.

And so I am in quite a good mood as I lead the boy to my chambers. I am proud to say that I am one of a handful of advisors that is worthy enough to have their own residence inside the castle. For a moment, I regret that my rooms aren’t closer to the rooms of that arrogant prince; it would give me great joy for him to overhear what I have planned for the boy, after all.

But as I lead the humbled boy Avatar into my rooms, all thoughts of the prince go out of my mind.

I scan him now, from head to toe. His orange tunic is battered and torn in many places, along with his pants, but it matter little. He will have no need of clothing while he is with me. Without preamble, I tear what little remains from his body. He shivers, but doesn’t resist and when I have him finally bare to my view, I can’t help but suck in a breath at the sight.

No wonder why the prince wanted the boy so much. He really is beautiful. Oh, sure, he’s covered in bruises, burns, and welts from the three days of torture he endured, but to me that just adds to his appeal. What really draws my attention though is his tattoo – and yes, it is one continuous tattoo that begins at the base of his spin and trails all the way up his back, over the smooth, bald skin that covers his head and terminates in the arrow on his forehead. The arrows that wrap around both his arms and his legs branch off from the initial markings seamlessly. All together, it is a work of art.

I want to see the rest of him, but the boy is curled into a ball, his eyes trained on the ground.

“Get to your feet, boy.”

My words are commanding, and it gives me a little thrill to see the almost indiscernible shiver go through the boy upon hearing them.

He rises, and I have to stifle a gasp again. His body is lean and virtually hairless. He is smooth, sinuous and the epitome of innocence and youth. Agni is smiling down on me tonight.

The youth meets my eyes briefly and then glances around the room, as if not really sure what to look at. I see him glance over at my bed briefly and then at the set of shackles that hang from the wall.

Disappointingly enough the boy’s eyes are blank again and show no reaction. Either that or he’s already learning to hide his emotions. Very smart of him, for they could be used as tools against him in the wrong hands; hands like mine.

I decide that he’s had enough time to accommodate himself with his new position and surroundings and I clear my throat in an attempt to bring his attention back to me. And when he turns, his eyes don’t focus directly on mine but rather a spot just below my chin. It irritates me and I backhand him, feeling it necessary to lay down this one particular rule right now.

“Your eyes will be on me, boy, when I address you. You understand?”

“Yes… master.”

His voice is meek when he speaks, and even though it seems that he has become adept at hiding his emotions in his eyes over the past few days, he still can’t help the slight hitch in his voice that belies his fear. That pleases me greatly, since fear is an emotion that I find intoxicating. But I’m not all that pleased about the moniker he used to address me, for reasons that I promptly explain to him.

“Yes Zhao. I will allow you to call me Zhao for brevity’s sake, but I will not have you hiding behind the anonymity of the word ‘master’, nor will I have you confusing me with your other so-called ‘master’. Do you understand me boy?”

“Yes… Zhao.”

I regard him for a moment, his eyes now fully trained on mine but still empty; unreadable.

It does not matter. I do not need to see his eyes to know what he’s feeling. I need only to hear his screams.

Roughly, I reach out and grasp his chin between my forefinger and thumb, allowing the fire to heat my hand to the point where I know it is painful for the boy, but not to the point where my touch would be disfiguring. The boy has such a childish, pretty face that it would be a shame to ruin it. But the heat does its intended job, and he gasps, opening his mouth to me and I do not hesitate to plunder it with my own.

His taste is a combination of the elements: breezy, earthy, and coolly refreshing. When I bite down on his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, the spicy warmth of fire is added to the intoxicating mix.

When I pull away, I am pleased to see that the blank look in his eyes is finally gone. Now he looks like nothing so much as a trapped animal, wanting to flee. For a moment, the whites of his eyes seem to reflect the merest hint of blue and I curse myself under my breath for being such a fool.

I’d been so intent on taking the boy that I had completely forgotten to give him the drug that keeps his powers at bay. And even though he’s weak from three days of torture with no food, I refuse to make the mistake of thinking for one second that this boy is helpless. With a scowl, I drag him over to the wall. Once I have him bound at both his hands and feet with the shackles hanging there, I take a moment to admire the supple curves of his backside before grabbing the green bottle that sits on top of the chest by the side of my bed.

He doesn’t even resist when I turn his head to the side and force him to drink the foul smelling concoction.

However, after I divest myself of my uniform and bury myself deep into the boy while he is still shackled against the wall, I find that the drug has a side effect that I do not find at all pleasing. His eyes are clouded, his mind gone, and the screams that I had expected from him are reduced to mere whimpers.

I’m furious… furious with myself for allowing him a small escape, and in a moment of juvenile pettiness, I burn him. It is a small red welt on his shoulder, but it makes him cry out and the sound of it pleases me enough to bring me over the edge.

I don’t bother to remove him from his bindings after I pull out of him. Instead, I leave him where he is and retire to my bed, thinking that I might find it amusing to have him in that particular position when the Prince comes to collect him in the morning.

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a/n: Zhao… what a bastard. Poor little avatar… *gives him hug*. Zuko’s up next chapter, and then Aang’s POV will probably come after Zuko.
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