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Tea	By : MysticAnime Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Slash - Male/Male > Zhao/Zuko Views: 9047 -:- 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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Wow.. Oops I forgot to put this up… The link to check out the Kawi picture I drew of little Zuko at the Tea ceremony!!! It’s totally G rated though. So don’t go expecting boy porn >.< Only bit of Zhao in it is his shadow… http://www.deviantart.com/view/19051654/
Authors Rant: O.o;;; : I happened to catch the first half of The Southern Air Temple episode over the weekend… and man! That scene when Zuko and Iroh get off the ship and Zhao leans up to Zuko with THAT look on his face... offering Zuko tea. My skin literally crawled as Zuko just looked at him all disgusted and said No. *sweatdrops* What have I done to myself and you readers??? I wrote this fict well after seeing the episode. Honestly, I had forgotten lots of parts about the episode when I was writing this. I just remembered Zuko hating Zhao (and Tea) for reasons unexplained. After not finding an explanation from a fanfic on the net I actually for the first time in my life took the initiative and wrote it. I now have renewed interest in seeing that episode from start to finish again. Just to compare and see if it could fit in with AtLA cannon… I still have yet to see Zuko actually drink tea! Anyway, sorry to bore you all with my rant… please try to enjoy the story! People tell me it’s good, and I like to think that it is good even though it is an act I’m strongly against in the real world.
Legal disclaimer thingie… I do not Own Avatar: the Last Airbender nor any of it’s characters… and the story below I’m sure does not reflect any thoughts or would get any ringing endorsements from the show’s creators…
WARNING: This story contains mature content, some language but mostly child rape.
This is the Slash version…YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! The non slash version you can find on the regular FanFiction.com or just don’t continue reading past the third line…
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“Prince Zuko, why must you insist on standing there all day tiring me out?” Uncle Iroh yawned as he pulled his favorite tea cup out of his sleeve. The only thing he could do was shake his head as he watched his young nephew stiffen up in anger and death clinch the railing. So that’s why everything is made of metal, nothing else could stand up to the tempers of fire benders.
He knew it was pointless, but he cared for his nephew. So, setting the small tea set for two out on the barrel he put on his politest smile and once again extended the invitation. “Why don’t you join me for a nice cup of hot ginseng tea? You’d be able to watch for the Avatar just as well…”
Uncle Iroh never got to finish for his irate nephew was in his face, fits ablaze in uncontrolled anger. “How many times must I tell you…I HATE TEA!” With surprisingly perfect form, Prince Zuko dipped down and swung his leg up and over, his foot connecting with the weak center of the barrel, smashing both it and Iroh’s last tea set.
As the fuming Prince stormed off, Iroh sat there and sighed. It would be some time before they would be able to find a port at which they could stop to shop. What was his Nephew’s issue with such a simple, yet perfectly elegant beverage?
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“URARGH!” Prince Zuko screamed as he grabbed the first thing off his desk and flung it across his chambers. “Why doesn’t he get it!” For fifteen minutes, Zuko took out all his frustrations on any object that wasn’t nailed down, which for a boat wasn’t much. Panting, he glanced up, perfectly catching his bad side in the three quarter length mirror. Anger sparked anew, he sent his flaming fist square at his reflection. A smirk lighting his face as he envisioned Zhao’s face shattering into thousands of little shards.
Sighing he fell backwards onto his bed. Why did he always get so angry with his Uncle? His Uncle didn’t know, but one would think that after a year he’d get the hint and back off about it!
The setting sun was beautiful out on the ocean. The whole scene looked as if it was on fire, a sight the young Prince thought he’d never got tired of staring at..
“Evening my Prince.” Walking up behind him the husky voice of Captain Zhao caught the child prince off guard. Grasping his shoulder before he could run, Zhao smiled at the boy. Zuko knew that smile… he didn’t like that smile. And Prince Zuko hated his touch, he quickly shrugged the Captains hand off. Unfazed he continued, “Why don’t you join me for a nice cup of ginseng tea before bedtime?”
That question, it was so simple… such an innocent sounding offer. It froze the child Prince to the core. He had to swallow back the bitter vile coming up the back of his throat as that sicking tingle started in his groin and shot up his chest as his body automatically responded to the mere thought of the tea. He didn’t budge until he heard his father speak in that low angry disappointed tone. “Well what are you just standing there for.”
Captain Zhao’s shoulder brushed down Zuko’s arm as he bowed to his great Emperor. Zhao could feel the Prince’s stiffness… it was going to be extra fun tonight. As the Prince grew older, he grew stronger and more rebellious. But the extra Lochvestious seeds he stowed in his room were going to force the boy to enjoy the little sexual encounter, nothing was more satisfying for him than seeing the child prince’s body begging for him.
Quickly to not lose any more face in front of his father, Zuko bowed as well. “Just wasn’t feeling like tea this evening…” he managed to get out.
“Nonsense. There’s great honor in being asked to have tea with a man more important than yourself.” And with that, Lord Ozai was walking back the way he came wondering how he had come by such a pathetic excuse for a son.
Zuko kept the fear and disgust from showing as he caught the smug look on Zhao’s face.
Back in the Captain’s room, Zuko fought to be polite. As a man should be at a Tea drinking ceremony. But he just stared dumbly at the cup Captain Zhao had set before him. “Ginseng, with the fire nation’s specialty.” Zhao winked at the child Prince, and started to get excited when he saw the boy slightly quiver. He was toughing up, but the fight was what made it all the more enjoyable… well for Zhao anyways.
‘Specialty… specialty…’ the word kept repeating itself in Zuko’s mind as he fought to keep the images/feelings of the naked Captain touching him out. He hated the Captain’s tea… all tea. Hated it more than the man who always gave it to him. It made his body loose control... Do things he didn’t enjoy at all. His head shot up sharply at the sound of the lock on the door clicking shut. Shit, the Captain was already undressed. The ugly bastard. Screwing honor and what was right, Zuko shot up and took off to run. He didn’t know where he could run to… the window? But any place would be been better than here.
“Whoa… where are you going in such a rush?” A smug deep voice whispered in his ear as the larger Captain was ready for the Prince’s attempt to bolt. “You almost spilled you tea…”
“Unhand me!” It would have been quite commanding… if the Prince’s voice wouldn’t have cracked.
A strong forearm clamped itself around the young boy’s neck, locking his head back. The only thing keeping the boy from screaming at this point was the knowledge that as soon as he opened his mouth the tea would be poured in… and then the so called fun would begin.
“NO!” Prince Zuko shouted at the top of his lungs as the sheets won the battle and he fell off his bead onto the warm floor. Panting Zuko calmed his raging emotions and eventually tore his way out of the silk sheets, pushing aside the dreadful memories of his childhood. Someday that Captain, no wait, the asshole was promoted… That Commander would pay for all the suffering he had caused the Prince.
Storming up to the deck, Prince Zuko began running though all the moves and stances Uncle Iroh had been teaching him. Zuko would train the rest of the night, every night, until he at last defeated and humiliated Commander Zhao. He wasn’t ready back then, but he would be the next time he saw him.
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Commander Zhao sat in his overly garnished tent on his isle. A child around the age of 10 sat at his feet polishing his boots. He liked this particular slave boy… he reminded him a lot of Zhao’s favorite. The child’s physique was small and lean and his hair was jet black and long, all he was missing was the captivating golden eyes... and most importantly, the rebellious temper.
Zhao chuckled to himself remembering the nights he spent with the child Prince. Those were the days. To bad kids have to grow up, after they matured it just wasn’t the same.
The boy suddenly placed the Commander’s afternoon tea in his hand, temporally pulling his attention away from the Prince. He took in the boys features, his face. His lips... They lacked something important. Attitude. Determination. That wonderful mix of pouting and sneering.
Zhao settled himself deep in his plush red chair as he sat back sipping his tea… remembering.
The child Prince sat in proper seiza style before him, delicate little hands resting on his upper thighs. His flawlessly cut Chinese style outfit perfectly outlined his shoulders and waist. But that sight wasn’t what was sending the heat to his nether region… It was the child Prince’s lips. Pressed together in that perfect little pout/sneer. Zhao had never beheld that expression on anyone before, and it ignited the fiery passion below. Bless the Dragons for armor… the last thing Zhao wanted to do was scare the Prince before he drank the specially prepared tea. The child Prince was already giving him a dubious glance.
Controlling the muscles in his face, Zhao put on a polite smile as he poured the tea. It was a good thing that he had laced the Prince’s cup before he had entered, for those golden orbs never left Zhao. ‘The boy has good instincts… he doesn’t trust me.’ Zhao mused while he placed the cups in their proper places on the two trays.
Bowing towards the Prince and the tea, Zhao rotated his cup three times to the left before picking it up. His smile becoming more sly and predatory as he watched the child Prince clumsily mimic his actions. It was the Prince’s first traditional tea ceremony, he was unaccustomed to the rules associated with properly drinking tea.
Zhao intended to make this occasion most memorable.
Zhao had his room properly set up. The single flower in a simple vase. The tapestry on the wall. Single candles and small sugar treats on each of their trays sitting before them. They both took their time, attempting to take in their surroundings as was called for during this stage, but failing. They were both too fixated on each other to much notice the room. Zhao on the Prince just out of shear lust for the boy, a lust he was minutes away from being able to sedate after all these past years. And Zuko on the Captain, he knew and didn’t like the fact that the Captain was up to something, just at what he couldn’t begin to fathom.
Finally Zhao lifted his cup to his lips, sipping lightly at the hot liquid. He couldn’t help but smirk as the child Prince followed suit. The Prince’s yellow orbs bore into him, he could feel the inquisitive heat they produced. The child Prince was attempting to read his intentions but he was just too young and inexperienced.
Zhao remained perfectly calm, years of experience and training was on his side and only his cock hidden underneath armor responded to his visual intake of the Prince. He was mesmerized by the perfection of those two mounds of skin and flesh the Prince called lips moved ever so subtly around the edges of the tea cup. Slowly they formed a perfect little ‘o’ and Zhao’s breath stopped as he watched the slightly rose colored tea get sucked in though that soft and delicate looking mouth. Zhao couldn’t take anymore, he was about to burst. He quickly downed the rest of his tea, knowing the Prince would follow suite.
Zhao had put almost enough drug in the cup to send a grown man into sudden errection. It was perhaps a bit to much for the child Prince. He watched in eager anticipation as Zuko’s lips slightly smack together a couple times, analyzing the different taste, then suddenly contort into agonizing pain as the drug worked its magic on his tiny body.
Curling into a fetus position on the floor while gasping for air, Zuko’s now empty tea cup rolled and hit the tray with a ding as his hands flew to his crotch in a vain attempt to control the new sensations that were emitting from there and enveloping his body.
Zhao had no trouble in lifting the Prince’s convulsing body and carrying him to his soft bed awaiting in the next room. Gently, Zhao ran his hand up under the Prince’s top. Eager to help the Prince ease a bit of the suffering the drug was apparently inflicting. A drop of blood brought Zhao’s attention back to those luscious lips. “Oh, no no no.” He said gently, but firmly as he used his superior strength to uncurl the child Prince. Tears were streaming out of the Prince’s clinched eye lids and it was blatantly obvious the biting into his lips was to keep from crying out. Smiling in satisfaction, he wasn’t about to let his Prince bit off his own lip. Moving in on top of the boy, Zhao cupped his hand under the base of the Prince’s skull, forcing the chin up so he could at last suck on those lips.
The Prince’s eyes flew wide in shock at this new intrusion. He couldn’t understand why the Captain was on him like this, pressing his mouth inside his like he was. He wanted to scream his protests, but only a groan came out further exciting Zhao.
The Prince’s body was so hot and wet. Zhao had them both undressed in lass than a minute, and as much as he wanted to take it slow and savor the moment, his desire and the boy’s readiness threw any chances of foreplay out the window.
It was obvious that Zuko didn’t want this. He didn’t like his body reacting like this. He didn’t like the feeling of the Captain on him and touching him the way that he was. And Zhao plunging wet fingers inside him was the last straw for the young Prince as he finally managed to channel all the energy that was coursing in him through the fire of his anger, and jets of flame pushed Captain Zhao off of Zuko and onto the floor.
Cursing Zhao sat up rubbing the back of his head. He hadn’t anticipated that, bright pink scorch marks glowed from his chest and hips. Growling he pulled himself back up into the bed. Zuko wasn’t there. Following the heavy panting, Zhao crawled up and looked over his headboard. The child Prince was there, fists ablaze, leaning on the back of the headboard for support. Smoke was steaming out his nostrils, since his jaw was clinched in his feeble attempts to will away the effects of the drugs. Unable to run farther, the Prince turned so he was pressing his forehead and groin into the back of the headboard… discovering that the pressure helped.
“I can help..” Zhao purred as he ran his large hands down the sides of the Prince to settle on either side of the tiny errection. As he began applying added pressure, he toyed with the soft hairs. “This is the easy way…”
“NO!” Zhao was once again caught off guard and sent to the floor as the Prince’s elbow connected with his neck.
Growling Zhao got back on his feet fire raging in his eyes. The Prince was before him, still attempting to crawl away even through the protests his body made. “Fine.” If the Prince wasn’t going to corporate, then there was always the hard way.
Zhao descended down upon the child Prince’s back. Keeping the child Prince on his hands and knees, Zhao used his strength to lift the small frame up so that the Prince was in a better position. Clamping one hand over the Prince’s mouth while the other steadied his hips, Zhao then ruthlessly thrusted his pulsating organ into the back of the Prince. Shock swept though the Prince as he wanted to cry out.
Zhao took a brief second to adjust himself, enjoying the sweet tightness enveloping his organ. Slowly he began to work, working up a bit of lubrication out of his wetness and the Prince’s blood. After the second time the child Prince successfully threw him off he no longer cared about the boy’s welfare. As long as he didn’t kill the Prince no one would ever really know… or care. Tears were finally streaming down the Prince’s eyes as Zhao began to work harder. This was the moment he had dreamt of for the past four years. The struggling had finally ceased as the Prince’s body was too wracked with pain to move. They screamed in unison. Zhao in the ecstasy of his release, Zuko at the fiery liquid that burned at his insides.
Zhao woke up first, his neck sore from where the Prince elbowed him and from the odd angle it had rested on the floor. He still held the child Prince in his firm grasp. Absentmindedly he ran his fingers down the Prince’s chest. A wicked grin spreading across his fast as he watched the unconscious child Prince’s body react to the sensation. ‘So… the drugs were still active.’ Sinful idea’s came into his mind as he propped himself up over the Prince’s comatose form. The Prince denied him of his fun while awake, so he’d just have to amuse himself now…
“Commander Zhao Sir!”
Zhao was violently brought out of his happy place as one of his men shouted outside the entrance to his tent. Cruelly kicking the boy slave in the face as it stared up at him expecting something it wasn’t going to get tonight. Zhao wasn’t in the mood for compliance… nor commonness. Prince Zuko really had spoiled him. What boy could really live up to the Fire Lord Ozai’s only son?
“Enter.”
“My liege!” A foot soldier opened the curtain to his tent and bowed swiftly. After the subtle please enter and continue hand gesture from Zhao the soldier continued. “Sir! There are reports coming in that the Avatar has been seen.”
“WHAT?” Zhao’s rage surfaced as his mind began to spin. The Avatar was only supposed to be a red herring for that arrogant Prince to waste his life hunting down.
“Yes Sir.” The soldier hated being at the end of the Commanders temper, which had seemed worse, not better after his promotion. But, Zhao underestimated the intelligence of this loyal soldier of fourteen years he knew what to tell the Commander. “Reports say he’s only a kid sir. Around the age of twelve.”
Zhao immediately sat back to process this new information. ‘A child avatar?’ The soldier calmly stood by, awaiting his instructions. Zhao nodded him out of the tent, as he needed the time alone to ponder the possibilities.
The End!
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