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The plum that blossoms in autumn	By : MaiLee Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female Views: 16840 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Mai could only hear loud banging mixed with girlish giggles, as her mind awakened. She tried opening her eyes, but the light was painfully white. The banging intensified, as she tried to stand up. Her whole body ached as if she had slept on the bare floor. She made another attempt to lift her eyelids up to find out her guess was right: she lay on the ground. Mai groaned, remembering the previous night: the dinner leftovers stood on the low table, as well as Zuko’s empty glass, the floor near the wall was sprinkled with glass shards and the empty bottles rolled in her room with the ship’s soft rocking.

- Wow, Mai, and I thought you knew nothing about wild night parties, - Ty Lee giggled sitting legs-crossed on Mai’s bed. – Why didn’t you call us?

And the acrobat bent down, catching another rolling bottle and sniffing it. Mai looked to her right and saw Azula standing in the doorway, observing the older teen standing up slowly from the floor:

- I bet, you weren’t alone, - and she narrowed her eyes, scanning the room and it’s inhabitant for crutches, signs.

- Up to some point. Ow! – Mai clutched her head, as if it was about to explode, the terrible sound was back. But Mai knew that it was only her blood pumping.

- Aw, you were with Zuko, weren’t you? – Ty Lee hurried towards her friend, helping her get up. – So you are really together now? That’s so cute!

- I guess we are, - Mai sat on her bed, rubbing the temples, hoping all the noise would just go away. Ty Lee stood before her, her grey eyes wide and sparkling. She threw her arms up into the air, laughing out:

- That’s great! I mean, you both liked each other since your childhood, and this might get serious.

Mai looked up at the young acrobat. Looking into her eyes, Mai wanted to believe it was true. But they were interrupted by a small cough from the door – Azula smiled at both of them and walked up to the bed, sitting down:

- Please, Ty Lee, you go way ahead in your dreams. I’m more worried about reporting to my Father, hope Zuko’s getting ready for his meeting, - and she glanced sideways at the girl on her right.

Mai paled. All of the things that she wished were washed away - if not by Zuko’s touch, at least by the wine she drank all night – came back, pressing her to the ground. Her jaw clenched as the pumping in her temples increased its pressure.

- I’d better get myself ready. Would you mind leaving me alone? – the teen stood up and called one of the servants from the hall. – Clean this mess up.

- You only have one hour before we arrive, so hurry up, - and with those words Azula left her room, followed by Ty.

The Prince and Princess were groomed and clothed in their best attire and then left to meet the crowds. Ty Lee decided to finally meet her parents after being away for such a long time. But Mai had no one to go to: her parents were in Omashu, Uncle was at work. Although she got a message that in a few days time his wife would come down to the Palace city and take care of Mai. As if she needed caring.

She sat on the floor near the hallway to Fire Lord’s throne room. She knew Azula would eventually be there to meet her Father, and she wanted to ask the arrogant girl to do her a favor.

Zuko was worried sick about meeting Ozai. He was absorbed in his thoughts, his worries about honor, Uncle, betrayal and failure, too busy to see what she was going through. If she could only make sure his Father accepted him, if she could only be confident Zuko found out nothing of her meetings with the Fire Lord.

She had to talk to him before Zuko did, but being before Azula had its terrible consequences, so she waited. Moreover, Ozai could think unnecessary things.

“I missed you,” but his words are never simple and true. Everything has a second meaning, and his grin is not the nicest one.

She struck out of the foggy daydream, as she heard someone coming her way. It was Azula, and she was wearing her new black and red outfit, her hair all in right place, ruby lips slightly trembling.

- Azula! – Mai exclaimed, as the girl passed by.

- Mai? – she shivered, turning around. Her eyes were wide and she seemed surprised. – Don’t you ever sneak up on me like that! You are impossible at times.

- Forgive me, Princess Azula. But I wanted to talk to you, - Mai bowed, knowing that her peer liked when people as proud as Mai bowed their heads, accepting their inferiority.

- This can wait, I must meet my Father.

And she turned around, but Mai whispered:

- Please, Azula, I need to talk to you before you meet Him, - her eyes widened when her Highness cackled and turned around:

- This is about Zuko, right? – she walked back to the taller girl. – I see you’re learning to use weapons. But what makes you think, I’m yours?

- You’re not, but I can repay you. After all, isn’t there anything good for you in having your brother back home?

Azula looked down, frowning slightly. Some thought passed her mind in a second, and she smiled at it. She stretched her open hand up, for a hand-shake. Mai looked at the hand, and then into Zula’s eyes. The other girl winked at her, whispering:

- You’re right: there is always a good side to everything. I see it now, - and Mai, mesmerized by the girls glinting amber eyes, shook her hand. – Remember, you owe me.

Mai nodded and watched the girls strong figure walk down the hall and disappear behind the red curtain. After a few minutes she went back to the room assigned for her. The day after tomorrow, her Aunt Izumi would come to the city and she would live with her for some time... until her further fate was decided.

She tried to fall asleep, but couldn’t, even though her tired worried head had a hangover, and she didn’t rest well last night. She couldn’t lay still, her heart thumped in her chest, and after a few more hours of turning in her bed she stood up.

It was the midnight, but she called a servant and asked for some warm water. When it was delivered, she washed her face and patted it dry with a fuzzy red towel. She sat near the mirror in her room. It reflected her long loose black hair. She hated them most of the time, the constant tangles and knots, and made sure they were gathered into long braids and buns for good, so she could enjoy the freedom of fighting without back thoughts of her hair.

But at moments like these, she liked it: looking at them and patting their length, like a bunch of silk threads, thick and shiny in her hands. Her face was pale and the skin beneath her eyes looked darker than it should have, but nevertheless she liked the way she looked. She stood up and walked towards the door, grabbing the dark red robe on her way out.

Out in the hall the servant girl was yawning, but broke it in the middle, as Mai came out. She bowed and looked up waiting for another order, but the girl just waved her hand, dismissing the maid. The servant bowed again and walked away, wanting to sleep too much to notice that the young miss headed for the royal chambers.

Mai walked slowly, feeling the night air cool on her skin, she put the robe over her silk nightgown – a long maroon dress. She was barefoot, but inside the Palace most of the hallways were covered with carpets, and her feet stepped softly onto the warm threads.

She wasn’t sure where exactly she was going. She has never been there before, but Azula once said that her Father’s bedroom was not far from his throne room, closer to the royal bedrooms. She had hoped that nothing has changed since then.

For a moment she thought of Azula and Zuko’s mother. Did she sleep with Ozai? She has heard that Fire Ladies had a separate room, and the Fire Lord made his visits, when he wished. Did she love Ozai? She didn’t have to. Marriage was a special process: the higher rank the family had the more complicated it could be: arranged engagements, money, status, land.

She passed by the Prince and Princess’ bedrooms, tiptoeing and praying to the spirits not to be heard or seen. She walked on and after a few dead-ends and wrong turns, she has found it. Mai knew that was it, when she saw great doors: red wood with gold plated metal handles. The tulip flared in its intense red color over the entrance to the Master Lord bedroom. Two guards stood near the door, but didn’t make an attempt to stop her. Maybe they were asleep or were told to let her in, if she came – she couldn’t tell from their metal masks.

And she slipped into the room, which turned out to be just a sitting room with a fireplace, a table, few chairs and a big sofa with soft cushions on top. She walked towards the huge windows and looked out. There was a garden just outside his windows and the moonlight danced on the shiny leaves, reflected in the dew, resting among the flower petals.

She turned around and sat on the sofa, leaning back onto the small pillows, closing her eyes. She breathed the faint scent of fire lilies in the room, as the floor creaked and the door flew open. She jumped up, looking at the Fire Lord’s face in the blue light of the moon. It made his pale skin stand out against the dark hair, his eyes seemed to burn brighter, like the sun.

When he saw that it was her, he sighed in relief:

- Mai. I didn’t recognize you at first, - and he stepped up to her, his eyes gliding along her figure, stopping on the cut of the robe, that exposed her neck and collarbones.

She just breathed out. If he asked her why she was here, in the middle of the night, she would start blabbering about Zuko and she hoped he wouldn’t. She was afraid of making a mistake and slipping up.

- I’ve never seen you quite so beautiful, - he was already just a step away from her. – You have such amazing long hair.

Ozai took a strand of her hair and dragged his finger along it, imagining what it would be like to have her brush those against his bare skin. His other arm slid to the belt of the robe, pulling the knot. The folds fell apart, revealing the maroon silk, like blood against her pale skin.

- And I haven’t seen you in a dress, since your childhood. But you were too young and couldn’t fill it in the right places, - he took hold of her waist and crushed his body into hers, rubbing against her free breasts.

- But most of all I’m interested in, why are you in my private rooms late at night. Even my children are not allowed here. You missed me? – she tried to free herself from his grip, but he just pulled her closer, whispering into her ear, - Or you’re afraid I’ll tell Zuko you and I were close?

- We never were.

- Well, I think touching private parts is close enough, - he bit at her neck, caressing the small of her back. - So, surprise me: tell me why you’re here.

- You will accept Zuko well, won’t you? – she leaned back, trying to catch his eye.

- Ah, the banished Prince of the Fire Nation. I thought he was told not to come without the Avatar. Guess he hasn’t learned anything.

He smiled at her and with a soft kiss on her forehead, let go. Mai instantly tied the belt on the robe, following Ozai, as he sat on an armchair before the table.

- The Avatar is defeated, his allies dragged his dead body along with them. Ba Sing Se is all yours, what
else do you want? - she watched as he lit a candle and looked her in the eye, musing at her desperate tone:

- So you’re back with him, little Mai? I remember the first time you came to me: so sad about Zuko leaving.

- This has nothing to do with me, - she put her palm onto the smooth surface of the table. - Is it so hard to be kind to your own son?

He watched her for a second, before taking her hand into his and pulling her closer to him:

- I can, but I don’t have to. What will I get out of this?

- What?

- Azula insisted Zuko was the one to end the Avatar’s life. Somehow it’s not so convincing, but I can
pretend it was.

- What do you want?

- You.

And he tugged at the narrow silk cloth that held her robe folds together. But she held it with her hands. She looked at him, unbelieving, hoping she has misheard him.

- I am your servant, how much more obedience do you want?

- I guess I must define myself precisely: I want to take you. Don’t be so scared: you should have seen this coming, - he squeezed her hand. – I waited since you were twelve, and I think I deserve it.

- I can’t. You sad it yourself: I’m with Zuko now!

- Well, you are in no position to set the rules. You must obey your Fire Lord. But I’m generous enough to give you a choice. Either Zuko is banished, and you remain my toy, or you stay with me tonight, and Zuko is accepted. Accepted well, better than he could ever dream of.

She looked down to her side. Ozai tugged her chin, making her look into his eyes:

- Everything is decided for you, Mai. The only difference now is whether you lock the door yourself or I do it. But if you give in, I might consider it as a generous gift and give something back, like Zuko’s honor.

- If I stay with you, you let me be with Zuko?

He looked her in the eyes, weighing his decision carefully. Then nodded:

- Yes.

She couldn’t remember well what happened afterwards. It felt like she was in water: everything was so slow. His soft kisses and warm hands. The way he picked her up and carried to the door. His bedroom was enormous, but she barely remembered what else was there, except for the Master bed. So big, five people could sleep there. He put her down on the floor, and then kissed her again. She was in shock and barely responded to his lips. She looked down, when he pushed the robe off of her shoulders, letting it slip to the floor.

Somewhere in the depths of her mind, she hoped he would have done it fast and it was over. But as usual Ozai preferred slow, torturing kisses, and he proceeded to nuzzle at her neck, pull at her ear with the small bite of his teeth. His hands barely touched her, as his hands floated over her skin. She felt her nerve endings prickle with the sensations that felt like fire bolts. She even looked at his hand, wondering whether he had firebended.

He leaned lower, kissing at the rim of her silk nightgown. She couldn’t stand it, and grabbed on to his shoulders. He smirked and pulled the dress up. And she shuddered. The cloth slid up, uncovering her long legs. She shut her eyes, as he exposed her to the night air. Then it slid higher, and he saw the black bindings covering her, then as the cloth finally came off, he saw the muscles of her tummy and her gorgeous breasts.

While she was gone, in Omashu and then helping his daughter conquer the Earth Kingdom, he missed her. Somehow, he couldn’t quench the thirst he had for the girl. No matter how many women he had, the image of the tall teen so delicate, almost fragile, under him, screaming out his name, seemed nestled in the back of his head. Now, he could finally get her. Although, a thought was running through his mind, he was assured that she wished nothing more right now, than for him to be Zuko, not Ozai. To be that wimp, not him, the most powerful man on the planet.

She covered her breasts with her arms, looking down: clearly embarrassed of being naked in front of him. Her long hair fell down, helping her hide from his gaze. Just to make her less intimidated, he took of his mantel, and the robe. She looked up to see him in a sleeveless shirt and pants. He smiled at her and pushed her slightly to the bed. She sat down, and watched as he unbuttoned the shirt, looking her in the eyes.

She imagined it quite differently, she thought he would be too eager to undress with such precision. He could as well burn them off, but he stood there, already pulling at the drawstring of his pants, when the shirt was falling onto the floor. Mai’s eyes widened. Her heart skipped a beat, and she bolted to her legs, trying to run away.

“What are you doing? Get out of there!” But her legs went wobbly, as he took hold of her, his warm hands brushing one nipple.

- Now, now. It’s better if you stay and be obedient with me.

- Please, don’t… - her breath came out in soft pants, as she felt his hand pulling at the folds below her belly. – Please, Ozai.

He remained ignorant to her pleas and kept tugging. After a few more pulls, the cloth came off loose, and he looked down. The triangle of hair was as dark, as the ones on her head, and it hid the most incredible part of her. He had the chance of touching her there before. Her soft folds, so young and gentle. He shushed into her ear, whispering:

- Just be calm and sit down.

She sat down, as told, and waited. He looked down at her and finally pulled down his pants, brushing his member with the rough material. He groaned slightly as his cock stood up freely. Mai looked at it, shaking with fear. She was almost on the verge of trying to escape again, but he pinned her down onto the bed, her hands in his, and he kissed her. He kissed her everywhere, as if he wanted to cover every piece of her skin with his touch.

She shivered, but this time with small excitement, that tugged at her lower body. Mai remembered those times, she lay in her bed, thinking of him, touching herself and wondering what it was like to be with a man. But somehow the dreams didn’t fit the reality: the reality was much harsher than the dream, the reality was so much more pleasant than her dream.

She bit her lip, as he trailed kisses along the muscles of her abs, lowering to her slightly wet folds. He smirked seeing that she somehow enjoyed it. And knelt down, pushing her knees apart. Before she could try and protest he licked her clit, sending a rush of adrenaline through her blood. It felt good with just her hands, but his tongue was warm and so flexible, so persistent and confident. She moaned, as his fingers eased into her, slightly massaging the walls of her pussy. She grabbed on to his hair and pulled him closer.

- Do you like it, Mai?

She was in ecstasy, her back was arched and the whole world seemed to disappear, as she gave into his touch. She knew inside that all this time she secretly wanted it. Zuko wouldn’t give it to her, but Ozai knew just what she wanted. She could almost feel herself nearing the end. Ozai felt her shaking, as her breath became short and shallow. She closed her eyes, and he decided he could grant her release. Ozai bit at the small sensitive nub and felt her muscles clench frantically on his finger. It wasn’t enough for her and he knew it. But she would be full very soon. It was already almost too painful to wait.

Mai was already at the verge of fainting, when he picked her up and laid her further on the bed, placing himself between her legs. She looked at him, gaze foggy with the orgasms aftershocks, but when he guided his cock to her entrance, her eyes flew open and she tried to rip out of his grip, but he pinned her to the bed, ramming into her womanhood, not caring about going slow or careful. She screamed, as he bit her neck, hungrily licking at her sweaty skin.

Even though she was wet, it hurt a lot and she felt her insides being torn apart, as he kept hammering into her. His pace was one of an animal as he kissed her breasts. She stopped the screaming, biting her lip hard, looking for a way out. But he had an iron grip on her. She couldn’t help but moan from pain, her teeth digging into the flesh of the lower lip, a drop of blood running down her chin.

He was hard, and she was so tight, he thought just being in her would make him come. But he gathered all of his power, not giving her the luxury of a fast finish. He looked down at her face. She looked at him pleading to stop, but he thought that would it have been Zuko, she would have spread her legs easily, she would give in to him, like a whore she was:

- Why. Do. You. Love. Him? – he punctuated each word with a sharp thrust. She cried out in pain.

Ozai groaned, as he felt orgasm rushing through his body, and he started coming into Mai’s womanhood, his seed hot, as fire. She didn’t move: eyes squeezed shut, tears streaming down into her hair. She just waited for it to be over.

When he regained his breathing, Ozai pulled out of her and came off the bed, picked up his pants and pulled them on. She curled into a ball on the bed, silent sobs choking her, but she couldn’t let it out, at least not there. She felt pain pulsing within her, as his come and her blood trickled out of her. Ozai looked down, thinking that he might have been too rough.

The Fire Lord crawled onto the bed and lay behind her, pulling a blanket over them. He put his hand on her thigh and whispered into her ear:

- I’m sorry you got burned, Mai. But it is a lesson I wanted to teach you: you can’t just walk away from it. You will be together, as you wished, but there’s always a price, Mai. You will never be able to give him you virginity, and he will never take it. I took what’s mine, just like your first pleasure.

He hugged her, absorbing her silent cries and suppressed shudders, shushing into her ear, playing with her hair. Soon she was asleep. Ozai looked at the tears on her long eyelashes and fell asleep too, breathing in the smell of her sweat and blood. It all belonged to him.

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