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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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He took me at my word anyway and continued to drill me through a variety of ground fighting techniques. So many that I’d no chance of remembering them. They were all filled with pain and joy, but the intimacy of having his weight and warmth against me was all worth being nearly snapped like a wishbone every thirty seconds.

"This style of grappling will work against anyone," Zuko said. "It doesn't matter how much stronger or heavier your opponent is, it all comes down to skill."

"Providing that your opponent is wearing a Gi of course," I said.

"What do you mean?" Zuko raised an eyebrow.

"Well, most of what you’ve demonstrated requires being able to grab at sleeves and lapels. It's not going to work if your attacker is wearing a sleeveless T-shirt."

"The techniques just needs to be adapted a little to the circumstance, but they’d be just as effective."

"Okay," I said in a conciliatory tone, "If you say so Sifu."

"You don't believe me." He responded as if I’d accused him of lying. "Fine, then. Take off your Gi and I'll prove it."

"What? Are you serious?"

He wasn't backing down. "I'm not going to let you cast dispersions on Jiu jitsu like that, and doubt what I've built over ten years of hard training. Strip down."

"I'm sorry, but we really don't need to do this."

Zuko lunged at me and in a moment he’d taken me back and tripped me, sending me face-first on to the floor. He sat on top of me with his legs threaded through mine and reached his hand into my pants where it rummaged around and pulled loose the knot that held the waistband. With me on hands and knees, he held onto my collar for balance and rode me like a bull in an Eel-hound. He thrust his pelvis forward into my butt to send me collapsing to my elbows. Another thrust and I lay flat and helpless across the floor.

"I told you," he said, "these pants are coming off."

Zuko then twisted my arms behind my back. My face was pushed hard into the mats. I felt his feet come up to my hips, as he sneaked a toe into the waist at each side of my pants and then kicked them down to my knees. Zuko jumped off quickly and before I could grab them, he had pulled by trousers off my legs by the cuffs. He held them up as a trophy smirking.

"We can do this the easy way or the fun way," he said. "Take that top off."

"You're going to do the same?"

"Of course, on my honor."

I removed my belt and undid the ties that held the Gi's top half together and dropped it on the floor whilst Zuko watched me with lusty unblinking eyes. I stood there uncomfortably in my blue boxers. Zuko let his pants fall to the floor and then neatly folded them and put them to the side. His toned strong legs directed my vision to where they converged at his crotch, which was barely covered by the hem of his top. He turned his back to me and removed his belt, carefully rolling it up. When he bent to place it next to his pants, the back of his yukata robe lifted to reveal small but muscular buttocks, their roundness accentuated by his tight-fitting black briefs. He removed his top and folded it with precision. Zuko’s back was a vision of unblemished skin.

Zuko paused and breathed in deeply, then slowly exhaled. He slowly turned around and looked me in the eyes. For a moment he’d lost the confidence that he had built in this room and his alarmed face only spoke a desire for permission. One hand clasped the opposite arm behind his back as he shifted his weight between his legs. His handsome, buff torso rose and fell with short quick breaths. He looked over me and smiled when he saw my cock pulsating beneath my cloud-decorated briefs.

I broke the silence. "You’re totally HOT."

He refocused and grounded himself and his confidence returned. Almost naked, he stood powerfully like he was wearing samurai armor.

"Are you ready to spar?" he asked.

"I'm not sure how much more of a beating I can take."

"Then let's make this our last game. The one still dressed at the end wins."

"Deal." We grasped arms.

Like wrestlers, we walked circles around one another and slapped hands away before the other could get a grip. Getting a grip was difficult with only damp skin to hold on to. I realized that if I didn't take the initiative, Zuko would find a way to trap me with one of his well-honed Fire-inspired techniques.

I dropped low and powered forward to tackle Zuko's legs. He saw it coming and sprawled his legs backwards. This kept his lower limbs out of my reach but I still managed to take old of his waist. My knees were on the ground, and I had one hand on his back and the other on his butt. He had his front pressed against my back and was keeping himself stable by wrapping his arms around my abdomen. This would’ve been a good move for him to make for a game with a different set of rules, but I now had the upper hand.

We grabbed each other's underwear and pulled hard. Evidently, guy's everyday underwear is more durable than girl’s lingerie, as Zuko's nearly ripped whilst mine held strong.
"I win!" I said as I held his torn threads in the air. He wasn't accepting the loss and continued to wrestle, his sweaty body gliding against mine, all smooth as it slid except for his trimmed bush of pubes. It was when we had our fronts against each other, orientated head-to-tail that he again firmly held my underwear. His penis in my face was enough of a distraction for him to achieve his goal. I stopped resisting and Zuko disrobed me! I couldn't see clearly but I think my cock may’ve slapped him in the face when it popped out. He threw my jocks on the ground in defeat.

"Yes, you won," he conceded. He stood with both hands on his hips, a neatly trimmed landing strip covering his penis. I was lying prone on my back. He casually moved into full mount, sitting on my abdomen with a hand planted on either side of my head. The tip of my cock feather-touched his ass. His dark hair fell to tickle my neck and his golden eyes looked down into mine. "So, what will your prize be?"

I raised my hand to Zuko's left cheek and guided him down for a kiss. Our tongues fought and grappled. I buried hands in his hair, pushing it back to reveal the amazing and wondrous features of his face. He explored my arrow-tattooed arms and chest, tracing the outlines of my muscles with his fingers and lovingly admiring each one. He kissed my nipple and then reached behind himself and slid himself onto my cock.

"Now?" I said. "That's all the foreplay you want?"

"You've be getting me wet for the last hour," he said. "Grappling with an excited guy always turns me on."

"So all your male students get this treatment."

"Unfortunately, no…you’re the exception."

Sad for whom? Probably, his students as much as him.

Droplets of sweat fell from his face onto me as he gently rocked his pelvis. He moved slowly with long deep breaths. His face was flushed with lustful intention, but he suppressed these desires and kept control of his body. He was enjoying every moment, feeling every point of contact we had with one another. The soft massaging of my cock teased me, but it couldn’t possibly please me. With his restraint my hunger grew. I started bumping him back at an accelerated speed for him to synch with. He then stopped his gyrations completely and put the weight of his arms on my biceps. "I’ve you pinned down at three points, which means I'm in control," he said.

I wasn't going to just lay there prone on the floor; my cock was itching for release and it needed a scratch, not a tickle. Using a technique, he had taught me this one earlier, I rolled us over and I took command from the top. Zuko laughed when he recognized what I’d done. Out of habit he wrapped his legs around me but eased off on the tension to give me some room to move.

"Okay, let's see what you can do. Remember, everything comes from the hips," he said. I pumped him with strong thrusts, the momentum sending my chest pushing towards his face before rebounding and settling. Maybe I should’ve been more attentive to him and engaged in the gentle teasing that he’d shown he wanted, but he’d been teasing me and bossing me around all night; now it was my turn to deliver a pounding. Regardless, he didn't have any complaints.

My cock tingled. Maybe I was coming inside him, I wasn't sure. I just kept hammering and with each drive I squeezed out of him a sexy little moan. His vocalizations increased in intensity and length until they melded to together to form a single long wail in sweet climax.

I pulled out of him and rolled over to lay beside him. "That was an awesome session," he said. "Can we do the same tomorrow?"

"Yeah. I can learn all your moves and then be able to defeat you every time."

That was the wrong answer. Zuko brought his legs up and sandwiched my neck between his thighs, pulling my face close to his ass wet with both our cum. He tightened and released at his pleasure, controlling my breathing and consciousness.

He said in a low tone, "Well in that case, I better keep a few secrets moves all to myself."
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