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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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A/N: Warning: Dark, BDSM, Non-Con, etc… This fic was inspired by the wonderful ‘A Spell Turns A Tiger To Butter’ by Amanuensis, which can be found here: http://www.restrictedsection.org/file.php?file=321. It is a marvelously dark fanfic in the Harry Potter fandom, and lately I couldn’t help but wonder what it’d be like to put Aang in the same situation and expand upon it. Poor Aang…

Disclaimer: Avatar belongs to Nick, making no money, don't sue

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I watch with baited breath as they drag the struggling, defiant boy before my father.

This boy, this beautiful avatar who has been the bane of my existence for the past five years was now my redemption. By capturing him and bringing him before my father, I have regained the honor I so foolishly lost five years ago.

Had I known it would only take the lure of that peasant water tribe girl in order to capture him, I could have saved myself three years of headache.

Of course, in hindsight, I didn’t even need the girl… just the threat of having her in my captivity had been enough.

Foolish little boy… fell for the oldest trick in the book. I wonder how he would feel if he knew that the water bender was not in my possession after all. Not that we didn’t try, but the girl had proved to be as slippery as her element. At the end of the day, it mattered little that she had escaped. The little avatar still believed her on our ship, and thus surrendered willingly.

The fire benders escorting him aren’t gentle, and they roughly force the boy to his knees at my father’s feet. It suits him right, and I am inordinately pleased to see him that way. After all the trouble he has caused, he should grovel before the great Fire Lord.

He struggles and even shackled and hobbled, he tries to get back to his feet. The guards end up having to hold him down at the shoulders.

I snicker to myself, knowing what’s in store for the boy. After a few days on the rack, he will not need to be forced into such a submissive position… he will crawl into it.

His orange tunic has been torn, baring the smooth, unblemished skin of his back and hinting at a lithe, toned body. He’s a bit taller now than he was when I first saw him three years ago, but is still very slender. You would never expect his frame to house the kind of power that he has.

Sharp grey eyes glare definitely at my father under long dark lashes and a smooth brow. The skin on his face is smooth and unshaven. He looks very much like a young boy, yet there are shadows in those grey eyes that speak of a hundred lives.

He is magnificent.

“This is the boy, then? This is the fearsome Avatar? He does not look so very fearsome to me.” My father says with a snort, earning the muffled snickers of his advisers who flank him on either side.

More and more people enter the throne room, all of them curious to get a look at my prize. My head is held high and my honor is restored, but a part of me wishes to shield the boy from their curious stares. He is my conquest, after all.

The avatar muffles something behind his gag and lifts his eyes to glare at my father. It is the most that he can do, given that he is bound and couldn’t bend even if he wasn’t. Days of starvation along with a drug known only to the fire nation alchemists have ensured his cooperation -- at least in body.

His mind and spirit will be broken soon enough.

My father snorts and indicates to one of the guards to remove his gag.

“Let us hear what the fearsome Avatar has to say.” He says, his eyes alight with amusement.

“Let me go… let me go and I’ll take you on right now, or are you too scared to fight me?”

I can’t help but admire the boy’s spirit, even when all hope for him is gone.

His grey eyes are filled with fire, and for just a moment, the arrow tattoo on his forehead begins to glow. A sudden gust of wind whips around the room, forcing several of my father’s advisers to hold onto something solid in order to keep from losing their footing.

He is fiercely resistant, even now. But he will pay for his defiance.

I look to my father to see his reaction. The amusement has faded from his face and he stands, stepping down from his throne until he is right in front of the boy. He holds his right hand up threateningly, and when he closes it into a fist, it becomes a flame.

“I should kill you right now, boy, for your insolence and for the trouble you have caused for the great kingdom of fire.” My father says, bending to one knee and holding the flame dangerously close to Aang’s face.

I am the only one who notices that the boy’s breath hitches slightly in a nervous reaction he cannot control, but then again, after chasing him around for the past three years, I know his body language nearly as well as my own.

“But I have wasted enough time and resources tracking you down, and do not wish to have to do so all over again, should you die. Besides, I don’t think I’d find your death very… satisfying. I think I will keep you alive, Avatar… alive and reduced to the lowest form of life possible… perhaps a toy for one of my faithful. What do you think, Avatar?”

The boy doesn’t answer, doesn’t give any indication that the words affect him one way or another, and again I am proud of him. He is truly a worthy adversary, even in defeat.

Then my father’s words penetrate my mind and I realize what he has in store for the boy. I cannot help the sudden hitch in my breath, nor the rapid beating of my heart at the thought. Oh, to have him in such a way. I stand a little straighter, watching the boy almost predatorily. To have such a powerful creature subservient to me… it would be worth everything… the years of banishment, the scar that I received at my father’s own hand.

Everything.

My father nudges him with his foot when he doesn’t answer, and is met with a furious glare from the little avatar.

“Well? Answer me, boy.”

Aang turns his head away, a silent refusal to cooperate and for a moment, my heart stops, fearing that my father’s going to kill him anyway. He’s done much worse for far minor infractions… I know this firsthand.

Another snort from my father, and he grabs the Avatar’s chin between his forefinger and thumb. The Avatar let’s out an involuntary hiss, indicating to all that my father has not bothered to pull the flame back entirely.

“I have one more question for you boy, and you will answer me… or that pretty little water bender slut that was brought in with you will warm my bed tonight.”

I watch the boy intensely, wondering how he’s going to react to my father’s threat. And for a moment, his eyes widen briefly in fear before narrowing once again in defiance.

“You don’t have her. I know you don’t have her… you’re lying, just like Zuko.”

Hearing my name fall from the boy’s lips has an odd effect on me, now that I know what’s in store for him. Then the meaning of his words hit me and I cannot help the little smirk that graces my face. So, he figured out it was a ruse after all. How foolish he must feel, knowing that he let himself get caught because of a lie.

My father finds his answer amusing as well, and he smirks.

“It doesn’t matter that I don’t, Avatar… both of your little treacherous companions will be brought before me eventually, and when they are, I will take great pleasure in seeing that the boy’s death is slow and painful. After my advisers tire of her, the girl will die as well. There is nothing you can do to save them, Avatar. It’s only a matter of time.”

Again, a gust of wind blows around the room, but its power is fleeting, much like the boy who calls it. I am amazed that he has any control left over the elements at all.

And so is my father. He immediately calls for one of the alchemists, who rushes to his side with a tall green bottle.

“Twice, Avatar, the winds have answered you. But no more.”

My father forces the boy’s mouth open himself, taking great pleasure in poring the poison down his throat. Aang gags and splutters, tries to spit it out, but the alchemist who handed my father the drug rubs the boy’s exposed neck, forcing him to swallow.

Almost immediately, the Avatar’s eyes glaze over.

Pleased with the results, my father lowers his voice to almost a whisper.

“And now I ask you, boy. Are you a virgin?”

I watch the boy intently, waiting for him to answer, knowing that it’s not going to change his fate either way. My father, the perverse bastard that he is, just wants to know. Of course I have to repress a snort, thinking that the answer should be obvious The boy is a monk, after all.

Even with the drug fogging his senses and binding his bending abilities, the boy refuses to answer.

My father nods as if the Avatar’s silence was expected and pinches the boy’s chin between his fingers once more. Vacant grey eyes meet my father’s fierce glare.

“I will ask you again in three days, Avatar, and then you will dare not defy me.”

The guards take him away and down to the dungeons, where he is placed on the rack and stretched. Several fire benders – experts in the arts of torture – tend to the boy, using flame, knives, whips and other devices, giving him nothing to eat or drink but the drug that binds his bending and for three days straight, the castle is filled with the Avatar’s screaming.

When they finally bring him back before my father, the throne room is even more filled than before, mostly because by now rumor has spread of the boy’s punishment. I am surprised to see Zhao’s smiling countenance on the other side of the room and I have to fight to keep my sudden rage under control.

It takes everything that I have to ignore that dishonorable bastard in favor of the boy that is being brought into the room. However, one look at the Avatar and I forget everything but him.

He crawls towards my father on his hands and knees, no longer shackled. The guards don’t even have to guide him as he approaches the throne and lowers himself to kiss my father’s feet. The proud, powerful Avatar is cowed, and yet as I catch a glimpse of his eyes I can see that despite everything, he isn’t broken.

It only makes me want him even more.

My father nods expectantly. Of course he knows how effective his methods are, and he didn’t expect anything but the results that he received.

And so without preamble he stands, and asks the same question that he had asked three days ago.

“Tell me, boy. Are you a virgin?”

I smirk to myself, already knowing the answer… a part of me stirs to life at the thought of being the first to take this beautiful, powerful boy; to make him mine.

“No.”

The answer is spoken quietly, the Avatar's voice hoarse from screaming. I feel shock go through me along with a fierce, possessive rage. How dare anyone touch what is mine? He has always been mine, ever since I started my quest to find him.

Absently, my hands curl into fists, and I can’t suppress a scowl. Out of the side of my good eye, I can see that bastard Zhao watching me with amusement. Immediately, I neutralize my expression, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much the Avatar’s answer has burned me.

My father, however, finds his answer extremely amusing, and laughs heartily.

“So… not even the great Avatar can abide by his own moral code… how amusing, to know that you’ve failed on so many levels. I suppose it was the water tribe girl… she must have been quite the whore, in order to seduce a monk.”

The avatar doesn't so much as flinch at my father’s comment, and I relax a little, knowing that if that particular taunt didn’t succeed in riling the boy, then he was mine.

My father seems to realize that he had no fight left as well, and nods approvingly.

“Very well… I tire of this. Now what to do with you… “ My father says, his hand on his chin as if seriously considering the question.

I hold my breath, knowing what’s coming next, and prepare to step forward. My heart is beating faster than it ever has before.

“Is there anyone here who would like this boy for their amusement?” He finally asks, and before he even gets the last word out I’m stepping forward with my answer.

“I would, my Lord.”

There is another voice that echoes through the air besides mine. Another request for the boy at the exact same moment, and with a growing sense of dread, I turn and glare at Zhao, who winks at me as he also steps forward.

My eyes whip back to my father. I dare not show any emotion and so try to keep my expression as blank as possible. If my father only knew how very much I wanted the boy… how much I’ve always wanted him, I’d lose him for sure.

I can’t help but glance over to the little Avatar, who has turned his head and is now looking at me, his wide grey eyes no longer expressionless, but filled with shock.

Further evidence that he hasn’t been completely broken, and I am pleased, but I dare not show it.

My father laughs again, finding our predicament amusing and clears his throat.

“Well, well, what a dilemma. So popular, boy. What to do with you… should I give you to my son, who has regained his rightful place by my side by delivering you to me, or should I give you to Admiral Zhao, who was single-handedly responsibly for the fall of Omashu? Decisions, decisions…”

Zhao was not single-handedly responsible for the fall of Omashu – I distinctly remember taking the old earth bender out myself while seeking the Avatar; knowing that the castle of Omashu was one of his hiding places. The thought that Zhao took full credit for the accomplishment made me hate him all the more. But since I had not yet regained my honor at the time, there had been no way to inform my father of my personal victory.

That it should play a part in this particular decision was insufferable.

“I know. Why don’t I award you both? I think that’s fair… you can share the boy; take turns. I think that would amuse me greatly.”

My heart is in my throat… I want to kill Zhao… but for now, I merely smile and nod, not willing to defy my father now that he has delivered his decision.

“Whatever you think is appropriate, father.”

“Yes… whatever I think. Very well… Zhao, you shall take the boy first.”

I lift my head in shock. My first instinct is to debate this hotly, but I quickly close my mouth, remembering with a shiver what happened the last time I spoke out against my father.

When my father nods at me, I understand that I was being tested. Oh, to be tested over such a thing! But I hold my peace, and try not to react as Zhao makes the boy crawl behind him, out of the room.

I try to put it out of my mind and think only about tomorrow. But later, as my father’s best firewhiskey burns its way down my throat, I find that even the fire nation’s most potent drink can’t erase the bitter taste left in my mouth.

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a/n: please don't crucify me for this... :)
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