Zuko's Geography Lessons | By : vickiso Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female > Katara/Zuko Views: 9990 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Challenge #2: The Cave of Two Lovers
Title: Vicki’s Geography Lessons – Rite of Passage
Author: vickiso
Media: fiction
Challenge Type: biweekly
Warnings: seduction of a minor, cougardom
He’d heard the story from a group of nomadic songsters who smelled as bad as their music sounded: the secret shortcut through the mountain that would take him almost straight to Omashu.
It was the second part of that tale that had him stumped.
“Trust in love? What the hell does mean?” Zuko stood at the cave entrance, recently cleared of rubble. There was no way he’d enter a cursed tunnel without knowing exactly how to get out of it. He supposed he could take the time to go around the mountains and follow the path heading west, but cutting through the passages would shave three days off his journey.
He sat and pondered the words. Trust in love? That had to be a metaphor for something he had to do once inside the cave.
Did self love count?
No. There was no way that was the answer. It was just ridiculous. He shouldn’t even be entertaining that thought, not after the cabbage incident. He snarled at himself in frustration. What was it about him lately that had him thinking about sex all the time?
And then she came along.
“Well, well, well,” she pulled up alongside him, her Xirxiu dwarfing the ostrich-horse. “If it isn’t Angry Boy.”
Zuko glared up at the bounty huntress as she tossed her hair, one hand flexing over the whip at her side.
“Nice ride,” she snickered at the prince’s little mount, which shifted uneasily under the great beast’s blind, slavering glower. “And I like what you’ve done with your hair. But really, green’s not your colour.”
“Shut up.” Zuko sneered.
“So where’s Uncle Lazy?” She asked airily.
He frowned. “Not here.”
Jun pouted. “Hmph. A shame. I thought he might be around to help you through the caves. But today’s your lucky day: you’ve got me.” She jabbed her thumb directly between her breasts.
That got his attention. “You know how to make it to the other side?”
“Sure. But I’m going to need a strong, healthy male to get me through.” She sighed. “Oh well. Looks like you’ll have to do.”
Zuko scowled.
“Get on.” She patted the saddle behind her.
“What about my ostrich-horse? I don’t want that thing eating it.” He indicated the Xirxiu.
Jun snorted. “That thing barely has enough meat on it to be a snack. Just tie the lead line to the stirrup and get up here. We’ll get through this together. Hurry up – I’ve got places to be.”
He did as she instructed, wanting to get through this ordeal as quickly as possible so he could continue to track the Avatar and his friends. Still, her words echoed in his mind, intriguing him. She needed a man to get through the Cave of Two Lovers? Surely she didn’t think…
The Xirxiu shot forward at a gallop, pulling the ostrich-horse along and throwing Zuko hard against the bounty huntress’s firm backside. He instinctively reached around and grabbed hold of her waist.
“Ooh, just a little eager, aren’t we?” She smirked as they rode into the dark. He felt himself blush and eased his grip, throwing one hand up and lighting their way with the fire in his palm.
* * *
It seemed like hours that they had been underground, and Zuko was getting annoyed.
“We can’t keep this up: my mount is exhausted.” He complained. “I thought you said you knew your way through these caves.”
Jun turned her head slightly, a curtain of ebony hair hanging over her face. “I do. Just be patient. We’ll stop and rest here.”
They dismounted and Zuko lit a small fire while Jun flapped out a bedroll and spread it over the ground. She stretched languorously, like a cat, working the kinks out of her muscles. The prince found himself staring, his mouth dry. Lit like this, he didn’t think he had ever seen anything so sensual as the sight of this admittedly gorgeous woman kicking off her high platform boots and wiggling her toes. She looked up and smirked as he turned his eyes away and pretended to stretch his neck and shoulders.
“Need a hand?” She said and slithered up behind him. “You must have a knot the size of your head in your back after holding your arm up for so long.”
Zuko narrowed his eyes. “If you knew where you were going, I wouldn’t have to hold it…oooh…” She squeezed his shoulder with an iron grip, sending aching thrills through his entire body as she worked at the sore muscle where his neck met his shoulder.
“You’re so tense,” she murmured in his ear, hot breath tickling his skin. Zuko stifled a moan of pleasure as she ran those strong hands over his back. He didn’t really want to enjoy this attention, but by the gods, he was really, really enjoying this attention.
He stiffened as her arms slid around his middle, long fingers splaying over his flat abdomen. He felt the firm flesh of her chest press against him, two distinct globules leaving deep impressions in the Firebender’s imagination. “Wha—!”
“Shh, it’s okay,” Jun purred. The campfire sputtered and wavered, and she giggled at the way the prince’s emotions affected it. “You’re always so tense. You should learn to let go, let the fire burn…”
“I-I can’t do that!” He whimpered as her hand circled over the aching bulge in his pants. “F-fire needs to be… controlled…” he stuttered, trembling.
“Relax…” She cooed.
“But… if the fire goes out…”
“Let it.”
His breath hitched when she slid her hands beneath his waistband.
The fire went out.
* * *
He woke up sometime later, trying to remember what had happened. He was lying on the ground and suddenly realized the fire had extinguished, but he could still see by the blue-green glow overhead.
“Crystals…” he murmured. He sighted along the distinct path the crystalline formations grew down. So that’s how it works…
He sat up slowly, his clothes sliding off his naked form. Someone had piled them over him while he slept. Someone…
“Jun?” He called out to the dark. He quickly slipped his tunic over his head, pulled his pants and boots on. His head spun. He tried desperately to remember what had happened after the fire had died but couldn’t recall anything past that moment.
The ostrich-horse sat dozing nearby, but Jun and the Xirxiu were gone. All he had left was the impression of her hands on him, a pair of lips gentling his earlobe, and the silky curve of hair brushing his cheek. A hot whisper echoed in his mind and the words jumped out at him:
“Oma is waiting.”
Whatever that meant.
And then he had blacked out. Fainted.
Oh gods. He had passed out just when he was about to get some.
Zuko cursed himself. He gathered up his gear and suddenly realized he was missing something: clearly it wasn’t his virginity. It was something else, something much more important.
He fingered the pouch on his belt.
Roaring in frustration, he kicked a rock.
“BITCH STOLE MY MONEY!”
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