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By the Fire	By : AloofandAndrogynous Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Slash - Male/Male Views: 18920 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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By the Fire
Chapter 3

Disclaimer – ATLA does not belong to me. I make no profit off this.

First Completed/Published 2006.09-2006.10 Revision/Final Edition 2008.03
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Iroh stared into the bright golden eyes of his nephew. Well wasn't he a sight, sitting in a plush chair, stroking himself, in the direction of the boy. His hand paused in its ministrations to himself, and he smiled gently, partly in chagrin of himself for having been caught like this. But here was another opportunity to teach Zuko, and another opportunity for pleasure…
“My prince, did you want another lesson?” he teased the Prince with a small but playful grin, smiling gently at the boy’s blush. Before Zuko could stutter anything out, Iroh coaxed the young man over with a beckoning finger, “Come and I will teach you some more.”
The young Prince blushed a little, feeling his own flesh stiffen again at the promise of learning more about the secrets of pleasure, but he hesitated. The size of his uncle made him feel self-conscious about himself. Iroh did not miss this, and understood. He spoke to the Prince reassuringly.
“You are young, Zuko. You still have a lot of growing up to do all around. Do not worry, you will have a impressive organ one day to please your lover with.” Ah, there was so much for the young Prince to know, but he would teach him just what he needed right now. There was plenty of time for more later. He beckoned again, and Zuko left the bed to join his uncle, standing in front of him, a couple of feet away. The older man sat up a bit more, motioning for Zuko's hand.
“Now, come here and kneel.” he asked gently, making no demand of the young man. He had no intentions of making Zuko do anything he had no desire to do, but the Prince was clearly curious, and wanted to learn.
“Take your hands, and wrap them about if you want to learn…” Iroh said to the blushing youth, who looked apprehensive.
“I won't make you if you don’t want to. It’s up to you, nephew…” he said gently as he petted the dark hair of the boy before him.
“What are you going to teach me?” Zuko asked softly, looking down at the manhood before him. A thatch of dark gray hair sat just above the base, and the sac was heavy with seed. There was a slight odor, somewhat reminding him of tea but more musky, although it was not a bad smell. The foreskin was drawn down, and the crown was throbbing red and leaking just a bit of precum.
“It's so big...” the Prince said softly, even as his own hardened a little more, at the thought that his own organ might some day grow as big as this. It throbbed between his legs needily, though the thick and soft robe he wore hid it well as the garment was oversize.
“I will teach you the fine art of pleasing another with your hand.” Iroh returned, smiling slightly. He showed Zuko what to do, taking the young man's hand, “Now do not be alarmed…” he placed the prince’s hand on his need, curving the small hand about his engorged flesh.
“Now, what you are going to do is slowly stroke it. It is one way of pleasuring another, but also yourself.”
Zuko blushed and nodded, letting his hand gently stroke along his uncle. The flesh within his hands was hard and warm, practically pulsing with heat. The older man’s voice became slightly breathy at the gentle touch. He was a bit awkward at first, but with a bit of encouragement, and a few pointers, he was soon stroking his uncle at a even pace, listening to his uncle's soft moan of pleasure.
Iroh knew deep inside that this should be wrong, having his nephew do this for him not to mention what he did to the boy before, but it was not as if he was forcing Zuko, was he? The pleasure was mutual, and he was teaching Zuko things, and being honest with him. Better that the Prince learn from him than get misinformation elsewhere, especially from such people as Ozai or Azula…
“A little more pressure.” Iroh asked softly. Zuko complied, making the retired general moan his approval. He panted slightly for breath, his eyes heavily lidded as he stared down at his nephew. He continued to give words of encouragement, petting the young Firebender’s lovely features and pushing the robe open just a little to trail his callused fingertips along the soft neck and shoulders, and running his fingers through the young man's hair. One hand was touching Zuko, and the other hand was on his own manhood, helping the Prince along. He was very close, and his nephew’s attentions were sublime.
“Yes, that’s it. Keep going… harder. Mmm…you might want… to point that… away…from your face.” The Dragon of the West gave out a soft groan as the small hands on his throbbing need stroked him harder and faster.
Iroh moaned happily and grinned as he felt the tight coils of passion clench in his lower belly. He knew he wasn't far off, and Zuko pointed Iroh's need downwards slightly, still pumping the best he could with his hands. The General groaned softly as he attempted to hold back his passion a few moments longer. It was only as brief moment however, and his fiery passion jetted out from his manhood, landing on Zuko's chest, where the loose robe opened to reveal the pale flesh.
The young Prince gave out a startled cry, letting go of his uncle’s engorged penis for a moment, but Iroh grabbed his hand and brought it back, keeping Zuko from pulling away as a smaller spurt came out, landing on Zuko's chest. He moaned and shifted around in the throes of his orgasm and the boy looked up at the look of bliss on his uncle's face. Had he had this look on his own face when he had his release? He whimpered softly as Iroh guided him to pump again, this time more gently, to draw out the pleasure as the last of it dribbled down onto his hand. He looked down at it again, seeing the pearly white substance on his fingers, then down at his chest, where a more liberal amount had been splashed onto it. He blushed a little, feeling his own penis tingle. Finally, Iroh let go of his hand, and Zuko whimpered a little, looking up at his uncle again.
“That was... more than well done Zuko. The lovers you will have in your future will no doubt be happy to share your bed…” Iroh panted, his breath coming quickly, and his heart threatening to pound form his chest. He took note for a brief second, when Zuko had jumped back slightly, the young man was yet again aroused, and he smiled.
“It seems your body is eager for more.” He leaned down, his face hovering but half a foot away from Zuko’s. Slowly he reached out, opening the robe. The Prince was exposed before his uncle again, chest splattered with pearly essence, his young manhood standing proudly from his pale flesh.
“Ah, I was right, it has become hard again.”
Iroh took Zuko's need in hand, for the second time that night. He would never, for all his days, forget this silky feel of flesh beneath his rough and callused hands. He could also never forget that look that was Zuko's first intimacy. He was far too adorable, blushing and unsure, but perhaps one day he would be confident and have someone else with that look for him. But for now, this look belonged to Iroh, and no other.
“I will you help you with this, if you want me to.”
“Yes, Uncle. Please...” he whimpered cutely. Iroh teased him a little before carrying him back to the bed and laying him down, which was more comfortable than the floor.
Once they were both settled, he resumed his loving attentions, his mouth now back on Zuko's throbbing need. He still had the strands of pearly liquid on his chest, and he looked down at it, tentatively touching it a little as Iroh eyed him, his lips wrapped around the soft and smooth penis.
He watched as Zuko slowly ran a finger through the silky white substance, and the retired general started to slowly suck on just the head of Zuko's need. The raven-haired boy moaned, suddenly distracted by the sensation. The older man kept his eye on his nephew’s face keeping only the tip in his mouth, and his tongue firmly flicking over the top.
Iroh then took the entire length into his mouth suddenly, sucking it in all the way to the base. He truly did not think he would ever forget this night. Even when he to go senile and forget himself, he would never forget this heavenly experience. He continued to suck on Zuko's turgid flesh, his hands holding the youth's hips down as he attempted to buck into the generals' mouth.
Zuko examined the substance on his fingers curiously. When he himself had released, he had thought for a moment that he had urinated into his uncle's hand. His own substance was not much different from his uncle's, and he raised his hand, looking at it. Just what was this? It was slick between his fingers as he rubbed.
“Uncle... what... what is this?” he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper as he felt the wonderful sucking sensations around his sensitive flesh.
Iroh paused a moment, giving the youth a lick as he raised his head to look at Zuko. How to answer the question truthfully, but in a way that didn't sound disgusting…
“That is your seed, it is what you spill into a woman who will cultivate it into a child. It is called by many names though. Semen, essence, seed, liquid passion... But that is what you use to make a child, and trust me, in years to come you will produce much of that.” Whether Iroh meant the seed or children was debatable.
“Then... then, isn’t the seed wasted now?” Zuko asked curiously and the older man had to hold back a laugh. He was not going to laugh at the child, but Zuko might see it as such, and right now he did not need that. Of course, it was not wasted, and seed did not always produce a child. It would be boring if it was used exclusively for that purpose.
Zuko shivered as Iroh gently stroked his thigh with a careful hand, his penis quivering a little from the lack of attention. A soft blush was on his cheeks as he looked at Iroh inquiringly.
“Oh no, it may not always bear you a child. But you will produce more of the seed, in fact, it may seem as if you never run out at times.” The older Prince gave a slight smile, his hand gently running form Zuko's thigh to his need. His hand skirted about the base, teasing and not touching as he explained more.
“It will always replenish itself.”
“And... what to do with the seed?” Zuko asked curiously, indicating the stuff on his chest. His questions amused Iroh, but in a good way.
“And... we can... make seed for... pleasure? Fun? If we do not want children?” he added.
“Yes we can. Oh, of course we can! More often than not, seed is spilt for pleasure, not procreation.” Iroh admitted, that gentle but sly smile gracing his features.
“As for what to do with it...?” Iroh looked thoughtful as he took Zuko's messed fingers into his mouth, sucking on the small, soft digits delicately. He ran his tongue around and between the fingers, ensure their cleanliness. Iroh noted the faint hint of tea to his own seed, and figured it was a good thing he drank so much of the substance.
“Yes, what to do with it, Uncle?” Zuko asked curiously, his eyelids fluttering just a little at the gentle sucking of his fingers. Zuko's cum was slightly salty and sweet, and Iroh had enjoyed it very much. Already, he was teaching his nephew how to appreciate tea, something he knew that Ozai didn’t like. The Fire Lord had never cared much for the refreshing beverage.
The Prince's other hand reached down to touch himself, to see what his erection felt like. His penis was bigger, and so warm and hard under his hand, not too unlike the feel of his uncle’s hard flesh. Iroh let the youth explore himself, to discover what he liked, and it was a good way to learn about his body. The older man let the slender digits fall from his lips, and leaned down to lick at Zuko's thin chest. He cleaned up the mess, taking his time to treat each little nub there to his hot mouth. Carefully he tugged on one with his teeth, his hand on Zuko's other nipple. His other hand went down to fondle and pump his nephew gently.
Zuko whined and arched as Uncle’s hand joined his own at his manhood, stilling the exploration of himself as his nipples fell under the loving attention.
“Uncle... that feels so good.” he choked out softly, his hand finding himself again, and he cupped his own sac, squeezing it slightly. His toes curled into the blanket and with his other hand, he touched the top of his uncle's head, but he did not push at it. He whimpered cutely and squirmed around as Iroh gently bit a nipple again.
Iroh slowly nipped and licked his way down Zuko's body; his hand never wavering in his pumping of the Princes' need. Still, his other hand, the one not playing with the prince's erection, continued to torment the youth's nipples; pinching and pulling them gently, adding a bit of heat with his fingers to heighten the sensation. The older Firebender skirted about Zuko's groin, licking and nipping at his hips and thighs as the youth writhed about on the bed.
“Uncle...Please...” Zuko whimpered, squirming around. He had been teased long enough, and needed to come so badly. After a while, Iroh finally came to the penis, letting go of it so he could massage the sac, and he took it into his mouth again. Zuko let out a soft and happy moan as the older man started to fellate him. Slowly he felt himself approach the edge again.
Zuko moaned, tangling his hand in Iroh's graying hair with a whimper of pleasure. Iroh's tongue was dancing about his shaft, the sucking of his hot mouth sending ripples of pleasure through his body.
Iroh said nothing, what with his mouth full, though he kept his lips firmly locked about Zuko's passion. He continued to fondle the youth's sac with his hand, increasing the pace of his mouth.
“Uncle... Uncle... I am so... close...” Zuko whispered, deciding to warn his uncle. He was not sure if Uncle would want to swallow him or not, and he blushed as he came so dangerously close. His nerves were on fire, all of him ached, especially his shaft. If he died at this moment, he would have died feeling so happy. He gave out a strangled cry as he stood on the very edge of the abyss, ready to plunge down into heavenly bliss.
Iroh moaned at the sound that his beloved nephew made, and continued to suck harder. He wanted to taste he nephew, one last time, to remember the taste that was Zuko. It didn't take the boy much longer after the soft outburst to come. The younger Prince of the Fire Nation tensed up and spilled his seed into his uncle’s welcoming mouth. Iroh did not let up as he continued to suck ever last drop from the Prince, savoring the taste and feel of the young flesh in his mouth. Giving it one final lick, Iroh sat up slightly, licking his lips with a smile.
Zuko shivered and blushed, for he had not imagined that his uncle would drink it down. But he certainly was not going to complain, and he put the act of fellatio in his mind for later, adding it to all that he had learned tonight. He would never, ever tell anyone about what had transpired between them... not ever. Uncle did not say anything about it being a secret, but he still knew that this was best left not talked about.
“How... How did I taste?” Zuko asked softly, his cheeks warm. Iroh smiled as he looked at the boy splayed out on the bed, and one word issued from his lips.
“Delicious.” He ran his hand over Zuko's frame one last time before closing the robes and gently tying them closed. His hand gently petted Zuko’s hair and ran along his cheek
“I think you have learned well tonight. You deserve some rest.”
Zuko smiled a little and nodded as his Uncle drew the soft blanket up to his chin. He loved the gentle touch and longed for more, but he was tired. He would sleep now, and ask more questions tomorrow. The hints that Uncle dropped piqued his curiosity and his mind raced with countless questions about himself and about men and women.
“Good night, Uncle. And… thank you.” he said softly. Iroh shot him a gentle smile.
“No need to. You deserve the best, and you deserve to learn about things the right way. Pleasure is a wonderful thing, to be shared by men and women alike. It is a high art to be respected.” he said. He knew that his brother had different ideas about sex, and how women existed only for the pleasure of men, nothing more. To Iroh, that was a detrimental way of thinking. He would teach Zuko to respect sex.
“Of course, my brother has… different ideas. He has no respect for pleasure, like I do. And about what we did…” he trailed off. Zuko nodded in understanding and placed his finger to his own lips. The older man chuckled softly at this and nodded. He was still in disbelief at what they had done, but there was no taking it back, and it was not as if he had harmed the boy at all. He just prayed that Zuko would not be changed in any negative way for it.
“Exactly. Now, get some rest. I am taking you to the docks tomorrow, and you can see how ships are built.” he said and even though the boy was tired, his eyes gleamed with delight. The older man felt buoyed by the youth’s enthusiasm and gave him one final gentle stroke along his scalp.
“Good night, and sleep well.”
“You too, Uncle.” Zuko said softly, his eyes closing. His breathing was regular soon enough, and Iroh smiled as he returned to his seat by the dying fire, sipping his tea and watching the flames dance.
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