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A/N: This chapter contains a highly graphic yaoi lemon and hints at substance abuse. Again, you’ve been warned...
The sun has been up for at least an hour now. Yet I am pacing back and forth in my quarters, waiting for that bastard Zhao to deliver what is mine.
Did he not even bother to listen to the words of my father’s decision? We were supposed to share the Avatar. Today, the Avatar was supposed to be mine.
Finally, I can’t take it any more. I grab a simple robe, since I do not wish to be bothered with the intricacies of my uniform, and storm out the door. The servants who tend to the castle do not meet my eyes as I pass them on my way to Zhao’s quarters.
Zhao’s quarters.
One of the first things that I plan on doing when I become the fire lord is changing all of my advisors. The second thing that I plan on doing is providing all of them -- even Uncle -- with their own residences outside the walls of the imperial palace. I do not want nor need a contingent of fire benders advising me on every decision that I make, every moment of every given day.
And I especially do not want dishonorable bastards like Zhao offering me advice.
Fucking bastard.
By the time I reach Zhao’s door, my hands are shaking with barely repressed fury. That I -- the crown prince of the fire nation -- should have to come to him for what should by all rights belong exclusively to me has me gritting my teeth in indignation. I’m sure the bastard knows it too -- a fact that is instantly confirmed. After knocking lightly and only once, Zhao throws the door open gleefully, his expression one of malicious joy.
Immediately suspicious, I narrow my eyes and brush past him. All sorts of thoughts run through my mind as to what he might have done that would warrant that look -- one of utter satisfaction.
I make a silent promise to myself that if he has hurt the Avatar, I will kill him.
Slowly.
"Where is he?" I ask, not even bothering to hide my anger.
Zhao’s smile widens to cover the entire expanse of his face.
"I do believe he’s hanging around in the bedroom. If you like, you can go and retrieve him."
The idea of entering Zhao’s bedroom causes my stomach to do a flip of revulsion. It is obvious that the Admiral is trying to goad me, perhaps to lure me into some sort of trap and I do not intend to give him the satisfaction.
"No. I think I’ll wait here." I say, noticing how his face falls just slightly at my response before settling back into a smirk.
"No? Pity... well, if you insist, I’ll get the boy."
"I do insist, Admiral. And in the future, I expect you to deliver the boy to me at sunrise. In return, I will do the same."
My words are laced with steel, but it has no affect on the older man. He merely turns away with a chuckle and disappears into his bedroom. I hear the clinking of what could only be metal restraints followed by a light shuffling and then he is before me again. The Avatar is at his side, dressed in only a tattered robe. The boy is listless and staring vacantly at his feet.
I feel the fire within me surge with anger, and I ruthlessly clamp it down.
I waste no time in grabbing the boy’s hand and I roughly pull him to my side, eager to leave Zhao’s quarters and his all too knowing looks.
"Let’s go." I order the boy as I shoot one last glare in Zhao’s direction before storming out of his quarters, the avatar trailing dutifully behind me.
Zhao’s amused chuckles seem to follow us all the way back to my rooms. Unconsciously, I grip the Avatar’s hand tighter while my body temperature automatically rises in response to my mood, causing the boy to whimper from the sudden burn.
Immediately, I force myself to calm down. It was not my intent to hurt him -- he is not the one that my ire is focused on -- and I take a few deep, calming breaths, bringing my body temperature down to a normal level. Still, I do not release the avatar’s hand, nor offer any apologies for my actions. He is meant to serve me, after all.
The thought has me almost giddy with excitement and for just a moment, I am able to forget that he just spent the night at the mercy of my nemesis.
Of course that moment of forgetfulness disappears soon after we enter my quarters and I get a good look at the boy for the first time since my father determined his fate.
His skin is coated with a light sheen of sweat and he looks almost sickly -- most likely due to the conditions he’s been kept in. Further examination shows a reddish bruise on his cheekbone, and I’m instantly enraged again -- but not at him. At Zhao, for obviously hurting the boy. And then his stomach grumbles; evidence of the boy’s hunger.
Fucking Zhao didn’t even feed him, after three days of being tortured with no food.
"Would you like something to eat, Avatar?" I ask, noticing that he winces slightly at the way I refer to him.
His grey eyes widen briefly and a slight smile plays across his lips before he quickly hides it. The boy is smart and is obviously learning that his emotional responses can be used against him. Still, I’m not pleased. I want his responses. What’s more, I want him to want me with the same... intensity that I have wanted him, for all those years.
I don’t want him to hide anything from me.
Eventually he nods slightly, but it is not enough and I tell him that.
"You need to ask for it, Avatar."
He looks at me startled for a moment before averting his eyes once again, obviously struggling with himself as to whether or not he should give in and do as I ask. But when his stomach growls once more he lowers his head slightly and sighs.
"Please, Zuko. Can I have something to eat?"
A small shiver goes down my back at the way he asks and I nod, allowing a small smile to play across my face. I bring him into the small room that I use for informal dining. There is already a light breakfast at the small table in the center of the room for the both of us and I make a mental note to acknowledge the girl servant who caters to me for her foresight.
I kneel on one side of the small table and help myself to some of the rice and the fish. I avoid the tea and choose to drink only water, since I have never been very fond of tea. When the Avatar merely stands in the doorway and doesn’t immediately join me, I frown. I know that he’s starving -- why isn’t he joining me?
I look at him quizzically. He continues to look longingly at the table, but does not move from where he’s standing. After a moment, my eyes widen with the realization that I haven’t asked him yet to join me and that he wouldn’t dare to do so without my expressed invitation. It is a stark reminder of his status and I’m not entirely sure that I’m pleased by it. Seeing him so... meek is beginning to bother me on some level and my voice is unintentionally harsh when I speak.
"Are you going to stand there all day, staring at the floor? Come and eat before it gets cold."
The Avatar sluggishly approaches the table and kneels opposite me.
I watch him eat with a certain amount of fascination, noticing that he avoids the fish which would provide him with much needed energy, instead choosing only the fruits and rice. Somewhat concerned, I frown and consider ordering him to eat the fish, so that he might regain some of the strength he’s lost. But I restrain myself, not wanting to further alienate him at this point as I take the opportunity to study him.
It is hard for me to reconcile the boy kneeling across from me with my former adversary -- the boy that bested me, more often than not. Again, I feel a slight twinge of regret, but it is only slight. Had I not brought him to my father, I would not have regained my honor and my position. I really didn’t have any other choice.
After he has finished nearly all of the rice and at least three of the fruit on the table, he drinks several cups of the tea before sitting back. Once again, a small smile plays on his lips before it is quickly discarded.
I am pleased with his response and I rise, holding my hand out to help him up as well. He grips it cautiously and for just a brief moment, his eyes meet mine.
"Would you like a bath, Avatar?" I ask, not unkindly.
Confusion, curiosity and fear swirl in the grey depths of his eyes before he hesitantly answers me.
"Y-yes, I would, Z-zuko."
The confusion that I am causing is intentional. After all, I know this boy, perhaps better than any other... and I know the way to break him. What affects the Avatar more than anything is affection... kindness... comfort.
All of which I am prepared to give him, if it means that he would begin trust me. Perhaps eventually, he could even learn to love me. Only then could he be truly mine.
I smile at him, further adding to his confusion, and lead him into another room. Because of my status, I’m one of the few palace residents to have their own private baths. My dutiful servant has already filled it with water and there are fresh towels embroidered with the fire nation emblem on the small wooden bench by the side of the tub. Again, I remind myself to acknowledge her. After so many years onboard a ship and faring for myself, I can really appreciate her services.
With one hand, I test the water and find it lukewarm. Knowing that he can’t do this for himself anymore, I focus the fire down into my arm and use it to heat the water until it is hot enough. And then I turn to the Avatar with a small smile.
He’s watching me curiously now, no doubt wondering if I intend to stay in the room and watch him bathe. I admit that the idea definitely has merit, but again, I want him to trust me -- or at least relax around me.
"Go ahead, Aang. There are towels and a robe on the bench. I’ll be in the other room."
I use his first name purposely, and it has the effect that I intended. His eyes widen and for a moment, he looks as if he’s going to cry. This time, he does not try to hide his smile.
The simple expression sends a wave of heat right down my spine and as I leave the room, I contemplate a question he asked me three years earlier.
‘Do you think we could have been friends?’
I hadn’t intended on him finding out who I was, that day. I had only wanted to prevent Zhao from delivering the boy to the fire lord, thus forever depriving me of my chance to regain my honor. But my mask had slipped, revealing my identity to the boy.
He could have left me to the mercy of Zhao. And then my father would have ordered my execution if he had discovered my involvement in the Avatar’s escape. But he didn’t --
He had too much honor, even then.
I... reluctantly admired him. I still do. However, as a sworn enemy to the fire nation, his question was one I couldn’t answer. Not then, and not now.
Yet, there were many nights that I lay alone in my bed, thinking of that very question... and the soft, hopeful voice in which it was asked. I think that was when he became a person to me, instead of just an object -- a conquest.
After finally catching him, delivering him to my father had been one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do.
I do not regret my decision, however. Not when I’ve had my birthright restored and the object of my obsession given to me as a reward. My only regret is that my father saw fit to reward Zhao as well.
The thought of that bastard’s hands touching what’s mine...
The bile rises in my throat, forcing me to swallow. The fire is very near to the surface. A light hand touches my shoulder and I spin around; my expression vicious enough to cause the boy to step backwards in fear. Immediately I approach him and in a moment of self indulgence, I embrace him fiercely, pulling him tightly against my chest and burying my nose against the side of his neck. There is no affection in my actions, only a fierce need to touch him in some way, to ensure myself that he is mine.
The Avatar stiffens in my arms, but I do not let him go. Instead, I inhale the scent of him, reveling in the fact that he smells of the same soap that I use to wash myself, and pull him closer. Absently, I notice that the robe that I provide is slightly large on him, since it slips off of his right shoulder somewhat, exposing the pale, creamy skin to my hungry eyes.
I want him...
"Z-zuko? I... I can’t... breathe..."
Absently, I release him, a little shocked at myself for my actions. I have always had little control over myself and my emotions when it has come to this boy.   More than once, Uncle Iroh has told me that my obsession with him was unhealthy and I ignored him, knowing that he was right.
They made him my obsession. For five years, my entire world revolved around this boy.
And now... now I have him. I will have him.
The avatar is looking at me with confusion, but I don’t feel like explaining anything to him. He’ll know what I want from him soon enough, if he hasn’t figured it out already. Gently, I grab his hand and lead him into my bedroom. When we reach the foot of my bed, I turn to him with the intent to pull him back into my arms, but the fearful, stricken look he gives me makes me pause momentarily.
He’s standing in front of me, nervously chewing his bottom lip and shivering. I don’t say anything, but tilt my head in query, giving him a silent indication that I’m waiting for him to speak. And when he does, his voice is almost a whisper.
"Zuko... you... you aren’t going to hurt me... are you?"
My heart plummets at this, and I feel a fierce surge of anger once again towards Zhao. I can’t answer the Avatar, because he needs to know that I’m in control and that I can hurt him if I so choose, but at the same time I don’t want him to fear me like he obviously does Zhao.
Zhao. I will kill him, one of these days. Of that, I am certain.
The avatar continues to look at me with large grey eyes full of fear and apprehension.
My expression softens and I pull him to me almost tenderly. He winces at my initial touch, and inside I am steaming as I wonder to myself what that bastard Zhao did to him in order to cause this response. It takes everything I have to forcefully clamp down on my emotions and put Zhao out of my mind, knowing that if I don’t I might inadvertently hurt the boy and that is the last thing I want to do. Finally, when I’m calmed enough to proceed, I begin by placing feather light kisses against the boy’s neck.
He shudders in my arms and lets out a deep breath. I pull away briefly to examine him. His eyes are cloudy, full of confusion and unwanted arousal and his cheeks are flushed. With the back of my right hand, I trace the features of his face almost reverently, noticing with a frown how he winces when I first reach for him.
Fucking Zhao. I’ve no doubt that Aang’s fearful responses are a direct result of whatever that idiot put him through last night.
Again, I’m forced to put the bastard out of my mind as I resume my exploration of the Avatar -- of Aang.
His face still has the soft planes of a youth, but his features are slightly more defined then they were when I first saw him. His cheekbones are slightly more pronounced and his jaw is just a little sharper. But his skin is still smooth and there is no hair on his lip or his chin.
I trace the arrow on his forehead reverently as my hand travels up his scalp and circles around to the back of his neck. With a soft tug, I pull him towards me in order to taste his lips for the first time. The electric touch of our lips ignites the fire inside of me and I’m forced to bite back a groan. His lips are soft, like twin pillows, and they fit against my own perfectly.
He is tense and apprehensive -- I can feel him stiffening again in my arms -- so I softly run my tongue along his bottom lip, gently coaxing his mouth open and pull him flush against me. He’s grown taller over the past three years and nearly rivals me in height, so the action places my groin right up against his and I can’t help but grind against him.
He gasps, the sound involuntary I’m sure, but it gives me the opportunity that I’m looking for and I delve my tongue into his mouth. I fully explore the dark, warm cavern with my tongue, delighting in his taste, and coax his own tongue to battle against mine. In response, the Avatar whimpers and the sound seems to travel directly to my groin.
I’m in a fever by now to have him, and I pull him with me backwards towards the bed and abruptly break the kiss in order to lift him into my arms -- he is so very light, almost frail, in comparison to me. He looks at me as if in a daze and shivers lightly. As I lay him down on top of my bed, I notice that his eyes are suspiciously wet. However, the sight of him splayed like that on my bed wearing one of my robes has me more aroused than I’ve ever been, and I descend upon him hungrily, eagerly kissing away the tears that are threatening to fall.
"Shhh... Aang. It’s okay..." I whisper into his ear, gently catching his earlobe between my lips and nibbling on it. He responds with a shiver and I notice that he’s fighting to keep his arms by his side. The thought that he wants to touch me makes me smile against the side of his face. Purposefully, I blow a hot breath into his ear before trailing my lips down his neck and to his collar bone, causing him to hiss. In response, the fire inside of me burns hotter, urging me on.
I’m so hard now, it’s almost painful. I’ve wanted this boy for so long. My hands are shaking as I make quick work of his robe along with my own, and I suck in a breath as I look at him, naked and splayed out beneath me. He is a beautiful youth, his skin is supple and smooth, and... gods, how I want him!
The marks on his body from the past few days cause me to wince slightly. I knew that they were torturing him. I even understood that it was necessary because of his defiance. That doesn’t mean that I wanted to see him hurt.
Gently, my lips reverently kiss every bruise, every cut that is visible to me, even as my hands map out his lithe and delicate body. He’s trembling from my touch and his heart is beating wildly in his chest. The arrows that cover his body seem almost brighter as he arches his back to meet my questing hands.
It is intoxicating to me that I have this effect on him. His reactions to my touch are almost wanton, and I’m burning with the desire to take him, to make him utter my name in pleasure.
My questing lips wrap around a dark pink nipple, my teeth biting down on the small nub even as my hands gently skim down the soft skin of his stomach to gently grasp the boy’s arousal, jutting out proudly underneath a light dusting of brown curls between his sinuous thighs. The moan that escapes his lips is deep and earthy and his whole body trembles as I gently squeeze him.
I wrap my lips around the boy’s other nipple as I apply a small amount of heat to my palm and stroke the boy slowly. He arches up into my touch, seeking the heat of my hand, his breathes coming out in choppy gasps. Never did I think that he’d react to me so... eagerly.
I feel the urge to taste him, to bring him pleasure, and my lips worry a path down the smooth skin of his abdomen to just above his pelvis, even as I continue to stroke him in that soft, maddening manner. I place a few soft kisses on the head of his erection before engulfing him completely, surrounding him entirely with the wet heat of my mouth. The action draws a low and guttural moan from the boy as he reaches down and grasps the back of my head, unable to refrain from touching me any more. He absently fingers my hair that I have pulled up into a top knot, the touch causing me to shiver as I repeatedly pull my lips up and down along the length of his arousal.
"Oh gods..." He mutters, the small verbal outburst affecting me more than anything so far. It is empowering, knowing that I have the Avatar trembling beneath me. But I want more than that. I want him to beg... I want to hear my name fall from his lips, and I’m willing to focus entirely on him, ignoring my own needs until I do. I find the sac beneath his erection and roll it around softly in my hands. His moans are now constant, feverish, and he’s mumbling. I take him deeper inside my mouth each time, until my lips are tingling from the effort. Suddenly, the boy tenses beneath me, and I know he’s close... very, very close, his heart is fluttering wildly and the hand tangled in my hair tightens. I pull back at once, leaving him bereft and on the edge. I don’t want him to come, not just yet -- I want to be inside him when that happens.
He looks at me dazedly, his grey eyes sparkling with desire and need. He’s so utterly wanton and my own erection is painful. I capture his lips in a forceful kiss, forcing his legs apart with one hand while the other blindly reaches for the jar of oil that I placed on the small table next to my bed. My hand finds the green bottle that I intend to give him afterwards before finally wrapping around the small jar and I deftly work it open without even breaking the kiss.
"Zuko..."
My name falling from his lips causes my erection to throb painfully. I dip my fingers into the oil and then seek his entrance with my fingers, desperately needing to be inside him. For me, taking him is the culmination of everything -- of five years of banishment, of five years of searching.... I finally caught him, I’ve regained my honor -- I deserve to be inside him.
He is mine.
I push two fingers inside of him, and he winces. Belatedly, I realize he must be sore... fucking bastard Zhao. But I’m too aroused, too far gone to stop at this point -- all I can do is try to be careful.
My free hand gently rubs the soft skin of his shoulder to try to coax him to relax further. I’m not prepared for the sharp cry of pain that falls from his lips as a result and pull away to examine him... there’s no way that just touching him should hurt like that.
And then I see the burn.
I will have his fucking head... I will burn that bastard to a crisp! How dare he mark him like that?
HE IS MINE.
When I descend on him again, my kiss is fierce, possessive, wanting, needing... hungry.
"Mine." I mumble fiercely against his lips. I know that I’m probably scaring him at this point, but I don’t care... I position myself between his legs and thrust into him, catching his scream in my mouth. I’m surrounded by heat, and he’s so tight around me, gripping me tighter than any fist... I can’t even breathe. Absently, I begin to stroke him as I push into him slowly, trying to bury myself as deep inside of his body as possible. This is what I wanted... what I’ve always wanted from him. What I’ve craved, and gods...
My mind is gone, my body is covered in a fine sheen of sweat, and through the haze of my passion I can feel his hands digging into my back, pulling me against him, his hot breath against my chest.
For a short eternity, we pull against each other in a maddening rhythm, my lips locked on his as he arches his pelvis to meet my thrusts eagerly. It is everything, it is heaven, it is bliss... I push into him deeper, faster, harder, the fire licking at every nerve inside of me, consuming, overwhelming... mine.
"Z-Zuko!"
My name falls from his lips suddenly in a breathy voice, followed by a loud hiss, and then he is coming, pulsing under my hand, coating it with his white hot essence. I can’t help myself, I follow him into the abyss, my whole world explodes around me as I bury myself so deep inside of him that any further and we would exist to be two separate people, my own arousal throbbing hot and pulsing erratically, the pleasure zinging through every nerve of my body.
Mine.
"Aang..."
For a moment, we lay there against each other, desperately trying to catch our breaths. Gently I pull out of him and embrace him. I place soft, open mouthed kisses all along the side of his face, pausing only when I taste the bitter salt of tears.
I pull back from him to look at his face, expecting to see satisfaction, or maybe even affection. What I’m not expecting to see is shame and despair.
And it makes me irrationally angry that I do.
Scowling, I grab his shoulder and jerk him upwards trying to get him to look at me, but he refuses to meet my eyes.
"Look at me!" I command in a hoarse voice, and I shake him. When his eyes finally lock onto mine, they are devoid of emotion. Disgusted with both myself and the Avatar, I grab the green bottle by the side of the bed, knowing that the stuff is repugnant and that it weakens him, purposely wanting to punish him for... for his tacit rejection of me.
To my surprise, he literally snatches the bottle out of my hand and downs the contents almost immediately in one long, fluid gulp. His response is so bizarre that I forget my pride and my anger for a moment. When he hands me the empty bottle, I take it from him absently.
Later, when I reach for him again, his eyes are glassy and vacant.
It takes a minute for me to realize that it is a direct result of the drug he’s been given. With a frown, I wrap my arms around him tightly, deciding that from now on, he’ll only get the drug just before I return him to Zhao.
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