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Dangerous Bounty	By : YinAndYang Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female Views: 9283 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Dangerous Bounty
Author: Storybender
Characters: Jun/Zuko
Rating: MA-18
Warnings: Het, Non-con
Disclaimer: I don't own it, don't sue.

Chapter Six

Zuko had never in his young life felt such a sense of fulfillment. Betrayal, however, was something he was most intimately familiar with, yet still managed to be surprised by.

He felt his member spasm within her, sending a shudder throughout his body. Jun whimpered and shivered right along with him, before growing still once more. Zuko looked down at her, at the smooth white expanse of her back, now streaked with dirt from their fight. Her head was bowed, resting on her arms, face concealed by the fall of her silky ebony hair. She looked wounded, broken, a woman defeated in battle and taken in lust.

It suddenly didn’t matter that she’d started this, both the sex and the fight. Zuko was furious with her for the shame he felt. He reminded himself that she had earned it, deserved it, asked for it, begged for it, and enjoyed it. But another, deeper part of him, the tiny little part of his being that often spoke with Iroh’s voice, reminded him that it was not honorable to treat an enemy, any enemy, with cruelty.

Disgusted, with himself and with her, he pulled out and pushed away from her. She rolled to one side, still panting a bit. The urge to take her in his arms and curl up beside her sent him to his feet. On shaky legs, he began retrieving his discarded clothing, ignoring the screaming need for a small act of affection to complete his fulfillment.

She made no move to attack him further, for which he was grateful; in his present frame of mind, such an enterprise could only end in misery for one or both of them. Zuko felt her eyes on him while he dressed, and was nervously wondering if there was going to be another fight after all, when she spoke.

“I could have had you.” Her tone was languid, smug, but with her words, Zuko knew he had won. She would no longer pursue him…for now.

“Yeah. You could have.” He could hear the loss echoing in his own voice. He wondered if Jun would ever realize just how much she could have had from him.

After a brief pause to collect his hat and bottle of fire whisky, which he had stashed behind a tree, Zuko slipped into the forest, leaving his first lover to speculate on all the possible meanings of his final words. He did not look back.

Zuko did not suffer any further attacks during his trek through the woods. It was a fortunate thing, as his mind was too busy replaying recent events. He reached his destination within half an hours’ time, to be greeted by the hoarse, barking cough that had sent him on his errand to start with.

“There you are. I was worried about you.” Iroh stifled yet another cough and reached gratefully for the whiskey Zuko offered. He froze with his hand in midair. "What did you do to your head?"

"My head..." It was strange how wounds would often only hurt when you actively thought of them. Zuko was sure that the small gash opened by Jun's whip hadn't stung before this, but pain seemed to flare anew with Iroh's observation.

"I walked into a tree branch. There were…Earth Kingdom scouts. I hid to avoid them." Zuko turned his face away from his relative and busied himself with the fire, uncomfortably aware that he was not a very good liar and that Iroh had very sharp eyes. “I’m sorry, Uncle. I did not mean to cause you concern. It's only a small cut. I'll clean it up in the morning.” And be certain that Uncle did not see his other wounds in the process.

Iroh seemed more interested in the whiskey than in Zuko at the moment. “I am glad that you kept a low profile. There are more dangerous things in this area than enemy soldiers.”

Zuko glanced at his uncle, wondering what he meant by that, but Iroh was occupied with dispensing whiskey into two small teacups. His task completed, he motioned Zuko to sit across the fire and handed him a cup.

“What do you mean by ‘dangerous things in the woods,’ Uncle?” Zuko watched as his uncle downed his cup of whiskey and poured himself another one. Concern for this man who was like a father to him temporarily overshadowed his feelings of desolation.

“I met up with some peddlers while you were away. They told me about a reward being offered for two Fire Nation criminals.” Zuko’s alarm must have shown on his face, for Iroh shook his head. “No, do not worry. They did not have a physical description. Just the information that a banished prince and the murderous Dragon of the West were on the loose.” Iroh’s laugh was devoid of any real humor.

“So if they don’t know what they’re looking for, why should we worry ourselves?” Zuko took a tentative sip of the fire whiskey, wincing as it burned its way down his throat.

“It isn’t only Earth Kingdom soldiers who are after us, but bounty hunters as well. The peddler mentioned a beautiful woman riding a savage beast. It seems,” Iroh sighed unhappily, “that our old friend Jun is in the area.”

Zuko froze, his teacup halfway to his lips. Too bad uncle hadn’t met that peddler sooner, he thought grimly. He wondered if he should tell his uncle that Jun was actually very close by, and risk an interrogation from his persistent relative.

No, he would be doing enough thinking about Jun. He wasn’t in the mood to talk about her as well.

“We shall have to be very careful,” Zuko remarked neutrally, taking another wary sip of the whiskey.

“Indeed, It would be unfortunate if one of us were taken by her.”

Zuko choked, over Iroh’s choice of words and the large gulp of liquor he’d inadvertently swallowed. He sputtered and began coughing.

“Are you all right, Prince Zuko?” Iroh was regarding him with apparent surprise.

“Yes…yes, Uncle. I’m fine.” Zuko caught his breath and handed his empty teacup to Iroh. “I don’t want any more of this. You need it for your cough. I’m going to bed. Good night, Uncle.”

Zuko retrieved a thin blanket from his pack and wrapped himself in it, turning his back to both the fire and his uncle. He wished, as he often did lately, that he was back on board his ship, with solid steel walls to ensure his privacy, the gentle hum of a ship’s engine to lull him to sleep. Now he also wished he had no memories of a sloe-eyed huntress to haunt him.

He heard Iroh moving about behind him, putting the cups away, banking the fire and settling himself down for the night. Zuko was relieved to note that the whiskey seemed to have helped his uncle’s cough. He could not bear to think about the old man growing sicker.

There was finally silence, and Zuko began the task of putting to rest his recent, unpleasant memories.

“I am surprised you did not see the peddler yourself.” It seemed that Uncle wasn’t ready for sleep just yet.

“Why is that?” Zuko hoped the soporific effects of the whiskey would kick in soon.

“He was headed in your direction, towards the tavern,” Iroh observed, before being taken by another fit of coughing, this one not as bad as the others.

Zuko waited patiently for him to finish. “I didn’t see any peddler. Good night, Uncle.” He hoped that Uncle Iroh would get the hint.

Uncle Iroh didn’t. “That’s strange. You must have taken the other path. Ah, well. It doesn’t really matter. Sleep well, my nephew.”

Other path? There was another path? Zuko shrugged and tried to calm his mind and will his body to take its rest. The meditation techniques taught to him by his uncle held him in good stead as he forced the memories of coupling with Jun away from his conscious and unconscious thoughts. Soon, only two niggling memories remained, leaving Zuko with two tiny sparring opponents in his head. One he named “Rustling Underbrush” and the other he called “Barking Creature.” For some reason which he couldn’t yet figure out, these images somehow fit into his chance encounter with the bounty hunter.

“I fear there may be an area of your education that has been neglected, Prince Zuko.”

Zuko groaned and gave up. He rolled over and glared at his elderly relation. “And what is that, Uncle?” he asked impatiently. Couldn’t the old firebender see that his nephew was tired and needed his rest?

“You have not been schooled in eluding hunters, my nephew, and how to avoid becoming the prey. It is clear that your education in the more intimate forms of combat has been sadly neglected.”

Zuko could not see his uncle, but the faint hint of teasing in Iroh’s voice told Zuko that his two stray thoughts had a shared origin.

“Your power and stamina are excellent, Zuko, but your form needs a lot of work.”
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