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Night Duty	By : Kira73 Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 6176 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Night Duty - Chapter 2
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“No...” Ming shook her head, not wanting to accept that she’d become a prisoner in the most inescapable cell in the Fire Nation. “No! I cannot stay in here. I can’t!”
She rolled to her stomach and struggled to get to her feet, a chore that soon proved out of the question when she realized how tightly she was tied up. A thick length of rope bound both her wrists to her hips. Another held her legs together at the ankles. In the back of her mind Ming knew she should give up, but her pride didn’t want these prisoners to see her on the floor, helpless and vulnerable. It wanted them to know she was still in charge.
Ming bent her knees, bringing them under her body while digging her forehead into the mattress to help her stand. When she arched her back, pain sliced into her spine, burning like a hot dagger. The wound from Chang.
Spewing a loud curse that echoed off the metal walls of the large hold, she gave up and slumped belly down on the mattress, which she noticed smelled like a wet dog badly in need of a bath. Reality began to sink in and Ming realized that she was beaten. Even if she could push past the pain, if these men decided to attack, her bound state rendered her defenseless.
Ming turned her head toward her prisoners—now her new cellmates—and saw the chestnut-haired Water Tribe man advancing towards her, an expression of cool determination drawn upon his chiseled face.
The instinct to survive took over before Ming could think about the consequences. Mustering up one final fight, she rolled to her back and spun to bring her feet in front of her, kicking a large fireball at the man. The move tapped all her strength and hurt like a sonovabitch, but he was unfazed and easily avoided her efforts by stepping to the side to dodge her attack, never once breaking his stride.
Ming tried to scoot away as he closed in on her, but all she could manage was a worm-like wiggle that gained her only a few futile inches. Exhaustion took over and she gave up, dropping her head to the mattress only to miss it. The back of her head hit the metal floor with a loud clunk.
“Fuck!” she bit out, uncaring about politeness.
The man stopped, his blue eyes regarding her with not the hatred or apprehension she expected them to harbor, but concern. “I’m not going to hurt you, although if you keep that up you are most likely going to hurt yourself.”
“Stay away from me,” Ming warned, immediately wanting to laugh at the absurdity of her threat. She just gave this man all she had left.
He held his hands out to his sides in supplication. “I only want to help.”
Help her? How? She was bound, powerless and...
Ming looked around her, counting four females among the many dozens of men, and they looked far too young to defend themselves against these large men. “I am one of the only women in here. You can ‘help’ me by untying me.”
“Not until I know I can trust you.” He edged closer, keeping a wary eye on her feet. When he reached the edge of her mattress, he crouched next to her on one knee. “You tell me. Can I trust you?”
Ming didn’t know how to answer him, not because she didn’t have an answer—she did and it was yes—but because she’d never before been asked that by a man, at least not a Fire Nation man. The call for trust implied a confidence and closeness she’d never shared with the opposite gender save General Iroh, and that was only for a few short weeks.
If this blue-eyed, brown-haired—and now that she got a closer look at him, very attractive—Water Tribe man was asking for trust, then maybe he didn’t view her as lowly as she assumed.
“Will saying yes get me untied?” she instead asked, testing him in case she was wrong. And to keep him talking, which for some reason was suddenly important.
“It depends,” he answered in a smooth drawl that spoke of long, hot nights beneath silk sheets.
“On what?”
“If you can trust me first.” With a bone-softening smile, the warrior reached for Ming.
Sex. He wants sex. Oh, Agni!
Ming stiffened and closed her eyes, physically and mentally bracing herself for another assault. Another attempted rape. This time, though, it wouldn’t be an attempt—it was really going to happen. If she couldn’t escape Chang, how in the world could she expect to hold off a prison hold full of lonely men?
But instead of putting his hands where they shouldn’t be like Chang had done, the warrior slid one arm under her knees, the other around her upper back, and scooped her up into his strong arms like her one hundred and thirty pounds were nothing to him. She opened her eyes to see that he was carrying her to another mattress near one of the corners of the hold, this one laden with blankets. Ming understood then why he’d picked her up.
This was where it is going to happen.
She renewed her struggles, squirming in his arms, her bound body trying its best to keep him from reaching his destination. “No. I won’t let you do this.”
Her tactic worked and he stopped to get a better hold on her. “Do what? Make you more comfortable? That mattress was the thinnest and smelliest one in here.”
His words sucked the fight right out of her. She fully expected the warrior to throw her down and have his way with her, not make her more comfortable. “You’re lying. I know what you want to do to me.”
The man leveled a stare on her so intense Ming swore those sapphire blue eyes were looking right through her.
“You must think we’re all a bunch of barbarians. I would never stoop as low as to take advantage of a woman, whether she was tied up or not. Something I can’t say for your countrymen. And neither can you, considering how you arrived through that door.”
Too scared to ask what he meant and even more scared to cross him any further, Ming kept her mouth shut as he continued his way across the large cell. Like she was a fragile flower in danger of wilting, he delicately set her upon the mattress, which she noted was indeed much more comfortable and far nicer smelling than the other had been.
When Blue Eyes called out for someone to bring food and drink, Ming’s stomach rumbled in agreement. She couldn’t believe she’d been down here for two days without eating or drinking anything. She also couldn’t believe no one had come looking for her. Or had they?
She was about to ask when a tall, raven-haired Water Tribesman brought over a small ration of plain rice and water on a tray. The bowed head and respect that was paid to Blue Eyes was not lost on Ming. She took a guess he was the leader here. No one questioned his actions, which so far had been honorable, regardless of Ming’s accusations to the contrary.
The realization comforted her somewhat as he sat next to her, facing her, and much closer than what would be considered appropriate for two strangers. Ming never knew prisoners could smell so spicy. So manly. So—
“Since you won’t let me untie you, I’m going to have to do this for you,” he interrupted her thoughts in that sultry voice as he held the cup of water to her lips.
Ming glared at him over the rim of the metal cup. “Now I never said I wouldn’t let—”
“Shhh... just drink. I know you must need this.”
For a few insane seconds, her thirst was waylaid as self-conscience struck along with embarrassment over being tended to like a mere child. But the feeling didn’t last long when she felt the first drop of water touch her mouth. Giving in to her body’s needs, she parted her lips.
Ming drank slowly at first, trying her best to remain ladylike, but her swallows quickened as her thirst intensified. No matter how much she drank, she couldn’t get the liquid fast enough. She downed the water like a woman possessed, angling her head back in order to guzzle the remaining portion. Blue Eyes obliged her by tilting the cup with her. A small amount of water escaped her lips to drip down her chin.
“Sorry,” he said, his eyes fastened to her chin as he pulled the cup away.
“That’s okay. I was drinking too fast. I didn’t realize I was so thirsty until...”
Ming swallowed her words as quickly as she had the water when Blue Eyes did something very unexpected.
Running his calloused fingertip upwards along the line of water from her chin to her lips, he collected the runaway drops and then took his finger into his mouth, sucking the liquid off the digit in a slow and very sensual display.
“Water is precious around here,” he explained casually, though there was nothing casual about the unexpected ache between her legs.
“Oh,” Ming said on an exhale, suddenly wishing that she could become water so she too could be precious and lickable.
Before she begged him for another cup of water just so she could see where else she could manage to spill it, Ming quickly recovered herself and stated the obvious. “So I take it you’re not a waterbender or else you’d be out of here by now?”
“I’ve wished that many times, but no.” He set the empty cup on the tray. “No one in here is. There were a few on my team who were, but they’re imprisoned elsewhere. You wouldn’t happen to know if they’re still here.”
She narrowed her eyes. “You know I can’t tell you that.”
“I didn’t think you could. Or would for that matter.” He shrugged his broad, muscular shoulders, laid bare from the sleeveless, midnight blue tunic he wore. “It was worth a shot anyway.”
Ming felt a stab of guilt at being so haughty and elusive when Blue Eyes sounded like he was genuinely worried about his missing men, not planning an escape.
“There’s a lot of places in this prison I’m not allowed to visit.” As a woman, Ming wasn’t allowed the same clearances as a man. Sexism reigned in Capital City. “The warden’s pretty secretive. I didn’t even know all of you were down here to begin with.” Then it dawned on her. “You’re prisoners from the failed invasion, aren’t you?”
“Failed is what they’re calling it?” he said with a twinge of sadness in his voice.
Ming immediately regretted her question. If he was the leader here, chances were he was the leader of the invasion as well. He must be feeling like komodo-rhino dung for getting his men captured.
She wondered how much he’d been told of his future. If it had been explained to him that all he and his men could look forward to were these metals floors and walls. Or, if he was lucky, a one way ticket to the luxury accommodations aboard the Boiling Rock.
Ming didn’t want to destroy any hope he had left and decided to let him live in ignorance. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“You didn’t.” He picked up a chipped porcelain bowl full of rice and a wooden spoon off the tray. “Hungry?”
“Starving.”
“I’ll try not to spill this all over you, then,” he joked as he lifted the first spoonful of rice to her lips.
Whether it was this man’s smile, his easygoing nature, or the fact that she did trust him—even if he didn’t quite trust her—Ming felt comfortable enough with this stranger to say, “Thank you, but if you did, I wouldn’t complain.”
A blush rose to his tanned cheeks as he fed her the rice. He was silent for a few more spoonfuls before he said, “The day you arrived. We all heard your scream and knew that something horrible was happening outside. I hate to admit that at first I hoped... I thought it might be a prison break.”
“I bet you were disappointed when you realized it wasn’t.”
“A little, but then when that man opened the door and tossed you in...” He went quiet as he spooned another lump of rice.
“What? What happened next?”
“That jerk had already tied you up when he threw you in, but you... your clothes.” He looked down at her uniform, which prompted Ming to do the same. Other than being ripped and singed from her fight with Chang, everything about her two-piece outfit looked in place. “We had to dress you.”
Ming’s throat tightened around the mouthful of rice and she coughed it up. “Oh, Agni. He didn’t.” Tears threatened and she closed her eyes to stall them. “ Please tell me he didn’t.”
“I’m not certain, but it looks like he didn’t.”
Ming opened her eyes to see him wearing a furious blush. “‘Looks?’”
“One of the women looked... uh... examined your... your, uh...”
“Please. Did he rape me?”
“Miksa believes you weren’t violated but she wasn’t a hundred percent sure.” He scooped up another spoonful of rice and brought it to Ming’s lips. “Do you remember anything?”
Ming swallowed her rice, grimacing as it went down. This talk of Chang had killed her appetite. “All I can remember is that he attacked me. I managed to get away but he shot me with lightning and... I guess I blacked out after that.”
“I see.” His face turned hopeful. “You guys can do that? Make lightning?”
Ming shook her head. “Only the good benders can generate lightning, and I am not one of them.”
“I saw what he did to your back. There’s nothing ‘good’ about that.” He held up another spoonful of rice.
“No. I’m done.”
“You need to eat.”
“I don’t want to eat. I want to leave.”
Blue Eyes set the bowl down with a clatter. “I can’t let you do that.”
“Why not?”
“Because I need your help... to escape.”
Ming’s laughter echoed off the metal walls, coming back at her in an evil cackle. “You’re joking, right? There’s no way you could escape this place.”
He gave her a crooked grin. “Don’t underestimate the ingenuity of a desperate Water Tribesman.”
“Ingenuity or desperation won’t help you. This cell is designed to be inescapable. The walls and ceiling are inches thick. The door is even thicker with hidden hinges on the outside. The air ducts are nothing but holes the size of a hand. And only two people possess the key.”
The grin deepened. “And that would be...?”
Ming opened her mouth to answer, but then realized she’d forgotten who it was she was talking to. “That is none of your business.”
“We saved you,” he countered.
“No, you kept me here, when you could have... should have alerted one of the day guards of my situation.”
“How am I supposed to know who guards that door?” Blue Eyes waved a hand toward the door. “How could we know that the man on the other side of it wouldn’t do the same thing to you as the other one did? Or worse? All we ever see of the outside world are the trays of rice and water that are shoved under that door, which, need I say, is not often enough.”
“You should’ve thought about that before you invaded my city.”
He got in her face, all gentleness gone from his eyes. “I was just returning the favor you people have committed hundreds, if not thousands of times over. I regret nothing.”
Ming immediately drew away from his outburst. The entire hold fell silent as they watched their leader argue a point she assumed every one of them was familiar with. Hatred for the Fire Nation. Hatred for her.
As the fury melted from Blue Eyes’ face, replaced by what looked like pain, Ming realized this man must have a very personal reason for being in this war. “I... I didn’t mean to upset you.”
He shoved both hands into his hair and shook his head. “No, I’m the one who should apologize. I didn’t expect this conversation to go this way.”
“Well I didn’t expect to be assaulted and raped only to be thrown in here to become your bargaining chip.”
“Look, you’re not...” He bit out a few curses and took a deep breath. “We didn’t keep you here to barter for our release or else we would have done it days ago. Besides my worries over your safety, I didn’t alert the guards because I wanted you to leave here awake and with no misconceptions of the Water Tribe and Earth Kingdom peoples. Regardless of what your Fire Lord has told you, we are not bad.”
“Neither am I,” Ming countered.
“I know.”
The answer surprised Ming. Never mind the fact she’d been awake for no more than an hour, this man was her enemy. All her training said that he shouldn’t be allowed to know anything about her. He shouldn’t even know her name.
Yet the next thing she found herself saying was, “Ming.”
“Excuse me?”
She swallowed hard, knowing that giving her name meant she was willing to tear down that first barrier, but she couldn’t stop herself. “My name is Ming.”
Blue Eyes grew silent, as if testing out the name in her mind. Or maybe, like she had done, he was gauging their developing friendship.
But could they even call it one? Ming certainly could call her relationship with General Iroh a friendship, but this was different. No bars separated her and this man. And from where Ming sat, bound and helpless, she was the prisoner, not him. She knew that unless that cell door was opened—something that was never done except for an emergency—she could be here for an indeterminable amount of time... if this man decided he wanted to keep her here. He wielded full control of her destiny. And, surprisingly, this had Ming wanting to know Blue Eyes as well.
“This is the part where you give me your name,” she said when she realized he hadn’t.
He repeated her words from earlier. “That is none of your business.”
The sarcasm in his voice was softened when he gifted her with a smile.
She grinned. “Smart ass.”
“So I’ve been told on many an occasion.” Blue Eyes held her stare for a moment longer then grabbed the remainder of the rice. “Please, will you eat some more? I want you to.”
“How can I refuse?”
He looked down at the ropes and winked. “Right now, you can’t.”
Blue Eyes continued feeding her the rice in silence. It was undercooked and tasted like paper, but Ming’s hunger had returned and soon her meal was gone. Putting the bowl back on the tray, he stifled a yawn, causing Ming to mirror one of her own. She had no idea what time it was since sunlight never graced he Dungeon, but she presumed it must be near bedtime.
Her suspicions were confirmed when she noticed the conversations throughout the hold had lessened to subdued whispers and that some of the men had settled down in their own respective sleeping areas.
The only one who hadn’t was the raven-haired warrior from earlier. He was leaning with his back against a steel support column, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched her and Blue Eyes with a cold stare that sent a shiver rocketing through her. Ming noticed his entire left arm was wrapped with a vicious burn scar that looked fairly recent.
Blue Eyes finally spoke. “He’s anxious now that you’re awake. We all are”
“Because you think I’ll help you escape?”
He shook his head. “Because we have hope.” Blue Eyes patted the mattress. “Here, you need to get some more sleep while you have the chance. I’ve decided to let you leave after all. I’ll let the morning guards know tomorrow when breakfast arrives.”
Both relief and disappointment struck her at the same time. She should want to leave. Her parents were most likely sick with worry over her disappearance, and she needed to talk to Poon about Chang, if she even still had a job after not showing up for two days. But despite all that needed to be done, Ming didn’t want to leave.
Not wanting to examine her odd feelings, Ming settled down onto the mattress. She’d slept for two days but still found herself yawning the second she laid her head down. She watched as Blue Eyes pulled another mattress over to hers, fitting them together to make one large bed. He was going to sleep next to her?
The thought comforted her as she shifted around to find a good position, which was no easy task considering she was trussed up like a pig. Then something struck Ming as odd.
“Did anyone come looking for me?” she asked, looking over at Blue Eyes as he lay down on his own mattress.
He rolled over to her and propped up on an elbow. “No. Not even any questions through the door when the meals were delivered.”
“Oh.” Ming said, trying to sound unconcerned. She fidgeted again and finally decided to lie on her back. The position hurt like hell because of her burn wound but it was more comfortable than being on her side. As she stared at the dull metal ceiling, Blue Eyes’ words sunk in. No one misses me.
“Here, let me help you. You shouldn’t be on your back.” He reached over to her hips, loosening the rope enough so she could shift her hands in front of her. After he tightened the rope up again, this time looser than before, Ming rolled to her side, facing him.
“Thanks.”
He started to brush away the dark stands of hair that had fallen into her face. “When we get out of here, I’ll take care of that asshole for you.”
Ming closed her eyes, enjoying his soothing touches and his threat. “You still think you’re escaping, huh?”
“I don’t think. I know.”
She heard the exhaustion in her voice when she laughed. “Desperate Water Tribesman, right?”     “And you have no idea how much,” he whispered. “Good night, Ming.”
Ming smiled at his words as she drifted off into a deep slumber.
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