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By the Fire	By : AloofandAndrogynous Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Slash - Male/Male Views: 18921 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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the Fire
Chapter 2

Disclaimer – Avatar: the Last Airbender is not mine. I claim no copyright or ownership to it, but this story belongs to me.
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Zuko swallowed visibly but his struggles against the older man had stopped, even though he still felt strange about all of this. His penis was so hard, and it trembled slightly as he felt the fingers trail along the base of it. He had no idea how to deal with the problem, and usually by concentrating, he could make it go away by itself. He had always been instructed that it was best to not touch cuts, sores, or other wounds, or they would not heal. So, he would not touch his erection. And his hardness had always gone away, but then it would always return. He had been too embarrassed to touch himself at these moments even just to explore it and try to figure out what was wrong, fearing that it might make his condition worse.
The fingers gently trailing along his groin felt heavenly. He was curious as to why he got hard, or why this felt so divine. He had handled his private parts whenever he relieved or washed himself, but he had never stroked or touched his penis like this.
“T... tell me, uncle…” Zuko said softly, starting to wiggle around a bit. Even though his uncle meant no harm, he had always been taught that his privates were, well… private, and that no one else should touch them, especially another man. He knew that his sire looked down at homosexual relationships with disdain, and even though he barely knew what homosexual was, he knew that in his father’s eyes, two men together were bad. He thought that girls were pretty, but he did not see what was so awful about two men choosing to be together and be friends.
His thoughts quickly turned back to the present as Iroh gently pressed the underside of his erection, at the base, which proved to be a most pleasurable sensation.
“You are aroused.” Iroh explained calmly as he grasped the youth’s passion, stroking it carefully with the pads of his fingers, “That normally happens when certain thoughts excite you in an erotic manner. There are several ways to make it go away, ignoring it...” He was now letting his hand trail between Zuko's legs to the soft sac of flesh there, “Willing it away…” A glance at the youth proved his administrations were having quite the affect. “Or bringing yourself to climax.”
With that Iroh leaned down, licking at the very tip of the quivering flesh as he gently tugged down the foreskin. Zuko let out a soft, shuddering cry as the older Firebender took just the tip of his penis into his mouth, sucking gently.
Zuko whined suddenly as he felt the warm mouth against his hard flesh, and a furious blush ran along his cheeks.
“U... Uncle...” he choked out, his body arching against the incredible sensation. “W... why are you...” he whimpered again, unable to finish the sentence as he felt the gentle sucking on his penis and the gentle caress of his sac. His toes and his fingers dug into the soft blankets as the sensations down there seemed to travel through his entire body.
Iroh returned nothing for a moment, instead taking the length into his mouth, sucking gently and giving a few swirls about the under side with his tongue. He came up a moment later, having thought about that. Why was he doing this, for Zuko? Why was he so intent on showing, and not just telling and letting his nephew handle his own need?
“It is but one of many ways to bring pleasure.” Iroh said, blowing cold air over the Prince’s engorged organ and causing it to quiver a little. The older man glanced at his nephew’s face, then down at his nether flesh before swiftly taking it back in his hot mouth and sucking vigorously. He let Zuko buck into his mouth, knowing the young man couldn't help, since this was his first time.
The sensations were... so mind-blowing, and Zuko felt a certain pressure build up just under the base of his penis and all the way through the length. He whimpered out 'Uncle' again but asked no more questions, as he was not even able to think straight. Such pleasure... it seemed almost impossible that the human body could feel them
His hands left the blankets to run along his own chest, scratching and stroking at himself, and he shook just slightly, his eyes half-lidded and his face a mask of sublime pleasure. He squirmed around slightly, but he was too addled with pleasure to make any attempt to escape, much less think about it.
Iroh would have grinned were his mouth not busy and full of Zuko; he did however increase his administrations to the youth’s need. His head bobbed up and down, as he sucked hard, or just faintly, sometimes his teeth barely ghosting across the flesh, only to be replaced by his tongue. Sometimes he would tease the head of the swollen penis, licking or sucking at the tip before he plunged down and encased it all within the welcoming confines of his mouth. He alternated his attention between gentle and hard, showing the Prince a wide variety of licks and caresses and bringing him immense pleasure, no matter what kind of touch he employed. And all the while his hand was fondling Zuko’s sac, rolling the two encased globes about his palm gently.
“U... Uncle...” Zuko choked out, feeling the pressure build up even more. He did not know or understand what was going to happen, and he gave out a whine of dismay when his uncle took his penis out of his mouth completely. He... he was so close to completion, so close to release. And his uncle knew it. Quickly he wet his fingers and pumped them along Zuko's need, knowing that release was imminent, very imminent. His own arousal ached, but he ignored it for the time being. His nephew’s need was more important.
Iroh, pumping Zuko's passion with his hand, licked and nipped at the prince’s stomach for a moment. He sat back up, feeling the boy harden in his hand and quickly stopped, holding off the orgasm for another few moments, raising his head and looking down at his nephew with a faint smile. The rosy-cheeked boy was ready to scream, his eyes wide as he panted for breath at the release denied him, his hands clawing at the sheets at his sides. The older man however let go of the sac that he was handling, and that hand slipped under Zuko's back and lifted him up. He then took to ravaging the young man's neck and throat as he pumped him to climax.
The young Prince gave out a shuddering cry, feeling the pressure come to a head, and a blinding wave of white-hot pleasure surged through his body from his core, like a lightning bolt. He shot his small load into his uncle's hand, shuddering almost violently
His uncle continued to stroke him gently to draw out the pleasure, and his aching erection became a little soft, though nowhere near flaccid. He whimpered softly, tears sliding down his cheeks, and he looked up at his uncle, his breath coming in slow gasps, his head lolling back just a little. The large hand on his back caressed a little, and this helped to soothe the boy.
Iroh smiled gently down at Zuko, laying a faint kiss on each cheek, colored from the heated events, and licking the tears from those soft cheeks. Then he finally laid a loving and fatherly kiss on Zuko's lips, short and sweet as he lay the young man back down on the bed. Then, in a moment of obscenity, he raised the hand that he had used to bring his nephew to completion and brought them to his lips for a taste. He was practically purring at the taste.
“That was well worth it, don't you agree, Zuko?”
All the Prince could do was nod weakly. He was now limp, a bit of his own release still on the head of his penis. He lay his head back on the pillow, shifting just slightly but doing nothing else.
“… Why?” he asked softly, wondering why his uncle had chosen to... show him, instead of just tell him. He could feel the warmth in his own cheeks and though he was still a bit nonplussed at the recent events, he felt no shame. He felt his uncle stroke his thigh gently, as if to reassure him, and it did indeed. It reminded him of his mother, and that brought him a moment of sadness.
Iroh was thoughtful as he considered his answer, but found no other reason than he loved Zuko. His love was perhaps a bit twisted for him to do this, but he would never hurt this beautiful child or do what he just did if the Prince had been truly disturbed by it.. Finally he found an answer.
“You are beautiful Zuko, and I wanted you to learn from someone who loved you. Someone who would never hurt you.”
And that was the utmost truth. It was not his intent to hurt Zuko, only to bring him pleasure. Speaking of which, his own passion was begging for attention. That was something he would be taking care of, soon enough, after he had made sure his nephew was comfortable. There was never a need to force Zuko to do something he may not be comfortable with, though the thought of those hands on him excited him enough that his need throbbed painfully.
He smiled a little at his uncle and nodded slowly.
“T... thank you, most honored uncle... for this... for everything.” he said softly. He gazed up at his uncle, “What else is there to know? I... I thought that... boys were supposed to… be close with girls?” he asked with some curiosity, showing no fear anymore of his uncle. He had no idea what men and women actually did together for pleasure, at least not the details.
Zuko trembled a little as Iroh stroked his thigh and he wiggled a little closer, clearly receptive to whatever the older man had to offer him
He whimpered a little as Iroh stroked his hair with his clean hand
“Ah, so you wish to learn more.” the older Firebender smiled as Zuko nodded at that statement, “then I can teach you all I know, beloved nephew…” Iroh did have a little blush as Zuko look up at him with a soft and curious gaze. The boy had a thirst for knowledge, one that he had in common with his dead cousin and his sister. But Azula asked questions and sought knowledge for her own power, to gain the upper hand or make a more effective strike. Zuko asked questions for the sake of knowing them, even if the answer did not give him any sort of upper hand against anyone. He simply wanted to know, and Iroh valued that. A curious mind was to be satisfied, and knowledge for the sake of knowing was a valuable gift.
There was so much to know. With his age came wisdom, and knowledge. There was so much that Zuko would need to learn, but it was impossible to teach it all in one night. Right now he would just stick with what the Prince needed to know right now, about his own body. There would be plenty of time for other things later.
“It is true that you can do it with females, but you can also do it with men. Women can do it with women too.” He gave a sly wink to his nephew whose cheeks pinked even more. He stroked his nephew’s thigh almost idly as he spoke softly.
“Two men can also take one another, right about here…” His hand slid along the blankets before sliding between Zuko’s legs and caressed the youths' bottom, “But that I will not do to you. Not until you are ready for such things and want it, if you ever do. I will teach and tell you all that you need and want to know, but there is time still for such things. Just relax, and take a deep breath.”
Zuko's hand slowly traveled down to his groin, as if he had expected his penis to change from what had just happened to him. He ran his hand along his male parts, tugging at the foreskin a little and feeling his sac. It was a little wet from his uncle's saliva, but nothing had changed. Slowly he withdrew his hand away and looked up with half-lidded eyes, a soft and sweet blush remaining on his cheeks even as he calmed down, his pulse slowing.
Iroh, still smiling slightly, leaned down and gave an affectionate kiss to his nephew on his forehead. He ran a hand along Zuko's side, caressing his soft flesh gently. The older Firebender almost dared not believe this was real, his nephew was so receptive to his affections as he was, but the touch and heat from the smaller youth were more than enough to prove it was no dream.
“You seem a bit exhausted, do you need to rest?” Iroh asked, his hand still sliding up and down Zuko's side and rubbing his tummy gently.
“Yes, please.” Zuko murmured softly. The touches were so gentle, they reminded him of his own mother and how she would lull him to sleep. His eyes became smaller, and his head lolled back on the pillow as he looked up at the older man. He liked this touching, he was starved for love and affection ever since his mother had disappeared.
His smaller hand reached up to touch the larger one that was caressing his tum, as if to make sure that it really was there.
If possible, Iroh's expression softened even more at the youth, looking at the hand on his own. He felt his heart swell with adoration and love for Zuko, and he lay down next to the youth. He kept his touch loving, and slowly he moved to pet at the dark strands of hair that framed the boy’s face after having escaped the ponytail they were in. This was most effective at lulling Zuko back into sleep, the young prince was nearly purring with the affection being showered upon him.
Zuko barely noticed when the older man carefully tied his robe closed, and tucked the blanket under his chin to keep him warm. He could now relieve his own aching arousal, and he moved from the bed, moving silently.
He sat down in the soft and plush chair, opening up his own robe, his manhood rising proudly from between his legs. A myriad of images rushed through his own head – the different sexual encounters he had with his own wife, who he loved and missed, and other women he had had, and the few men that he shared his body with. There were so many things he had done, pleasures he had explored with his partners. How nice it would be to be young all over again and relive these experiences. He smiled a little and slowly started to stroke himself, thinking of particularly titillating sexual encounters he had, and after a while, without him noticing, the Prince slowly came out of his sleep.
Zuko stared at his uncle with half-lidded eyes, not saying one single word. He blushed a little as he noticed his uncle's engorged member. His own was so small compared to the fierce-looking manhood that the other man was handling at the moment.
Iroh ran the pad of his thumb over the tip of his need, stroking himself to the pleasurable memories he had. Slowly he let his eyes flutter open, the feeling he was being watched too strong to ignore. He locked gazes with Zuko, and felt himself blush.
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