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Ruby Marriages	By : AngelaBlythe Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female Views: 6189 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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RUBY MARRIAGES
It was never about love with them. It was always about power – those who had it taking advantage of those who did not. I saw them all as the same person – or the same person with different faces. My father, Azula…Commander Zhao… It was never about love with them. My father didn’t love me – he just wanted an advantageous marriage. Azula didn’t love me – she just wanted my abilities. Perhaps she even wanted to hurt me. Admiral Zhao didn’t love me, even though he said it every time we met. I had been betrothed to him since birth…
He was easily old enough to be my father. And he scared me. He was an unknown, and uncontrollable. He was a monster.
A single bead of sweat rolled down her hairline and over her nose. Ty Lee kept her balance, body angled just perfectly as she kept her weight suspended over one arm. Her palm gripped the top of the pole as she timed her dismount at the exact moment the sweat drop fell. Her hand was replaced swiftly by the pointed tip of her tumbling slippers. That foot was the catalyst as she turned flips in the air, landing on her feet only to enter a difficult series of flips and aerials. As she entered her final flip, she felt her center become loose. Too late to abandon the spinning layout, Ty Lee resigned herself to a most likely painful and embarrassing landing. Over extended, she fell backwards into a pair of strong arms.
Fearing she’d accidentally knocked someone over, she cracked open one of her eyes. She gasped upon seeing the face. Commander Zhao smirked over her. Ty Lee scrambled away from him, bowing respectfully and apologizing.
“No need,” he said with an absent voice as he looked around at Ty Lee’s training facility. As much as Azula was probably jealous of Ty Lee’s abilities, she’d built an amazing gymnastics arena – probably so that Ty Lee would feel indebted to her. Ty Lee used the facility every day, practicing even when she was away from the Royal Fire Academy.
It had been a long time since Ty Lee had seen the commander she was betrothed to. Several years – he’d been a captain the last time, actually. Her mother had made her have a dinner with him – she was probably eight or nine. She’d been terrified beyond reason. Though she’d always been told of the man she would marry, she’d only seen him a handful of times. He was always away fighting in the Earth Kingdom.
Commander Zhao looked down on Ty Lee again, sizing her up carefully. “You’ll have dinner with me tonight.”
“Thank you, Commander,” she replied softly, not at all looking forward to telling her parents. They would make a huge deal out of the thing that made Ty Lee’s skin crawl. They’d brag and croon over how much the commander liked his fiancé. To them, she was just the commander’s fiancé, or the exemplary student, or the bargaining chip. She was never a daughter, a loved one.
Her mother tried to dress her in something overdone and embarrassing, but Ty Lee slipped out of it quietly in a deserted room while walking to the commander’s palace apartments. All important royalty were given chambers in the capitol, but many had secondary homes elsewhere in the Fire Nation.
She bowed to Zhao as he opened the doors for her. She was glad she’d decided on a less formal dress, for he wore his military uniform sans armor. Over dinner he asked about her studies, and seemed particularly interested in her kyusho jitsu skills – that which allowed her to cut off a bender’s ability to bend. A combination of her aura-awareness and skill in pressure points allowed her to make it impossible for a bender to manipulate their element.
“So you could stop me from being a firebender?” Zhao asked, his voice dangerous, but intrigued.
Ty Lee’s eyes widened. “I would never do that, Commander!”
“But you could,” he pressed.
Ty Lee nodded. “It’s not permanent, though,” she admitted. “It would wear off within the hour.”
He chuckled darkly. “Very interesting…”
Ty Lee was still uncomfortable with the idea of being alone with Zhao. She knew she would have to get used to it when they were married, but she hoped that wasn’t for several years… Dinner ended and Zhao gazed at her silently over a saucer of rice wine. He sipped it slowly, and Ty Lee looked at her hands uncomfortably.
“The have something for you,” he said bluntly. He rose from the table, disappearing out of her vision for a moment. Then he pulled her seat out for her and presented her with a wide, flat box. He opened it slowly, and Ty Lee’s eyes widened. It was a golden necklace heavy with rubies. The center ruby was a huge teardrop. Eyes captivated, she could barely look away. She adored rubies…so shiny…so red…
Zhao moved behind her, his fingers brushing her neck as he clasped the lock. “This is beautiful,” Ty Lee whispered. “Thank you…”
The sound of cloth slipping to the ground and Commander Zhao’s dark chuckle made her stiffen. He approached her from behind, his fingers trailing down her shoulders, drawing her close. Pressed against his wide, bare, muscular chest, Ty Lee could feel his hot breath on her neck, the beating of his heart, and the brush of his bushy sideburns. His touch made her tremble in fear. As he loomed over her, he inhaled into her hair and ran his nose down her neck. “So delicate,” he murmured, voice reverberating down her spine. “So beautiful.”
His kisses were hot as he moved her tunic over her shoulder, revealing the pale curves of her neck. He nipped lightly at her skin, the softness of his lips opposing the iron grip he had on her slender biceps. Against her will, Ty Lee felt her body respond as he laid sweet kisses and caresses on her tender neck and hairline. It sickened her to feel that way, but she couldn’t stop herself. And she couldn’t stop him.
One of his hands slipped under her short, pink shirt and cupped her breast. She was surprisingly developed for a girl her age. Her build was that of a dancer, slight and nimble. It was doubtful that she would ever have more of a figure than she did then, and she would never be any taller. Ty Lee arched her back involuntarily as Zhao’s fingers played across her nipple, rolling it tenderly. His dark chuckle rumbled deep inside his chest as her head bent over his shoulder. She’d allowed him access to her neck and the subtle curve of her jaw, and her chest was heaving at the attention to her breasts.
Slowly his kisses trailed under her chin, and his lips finally captured hers. His other hand released her shoulder to caress her stomach, inching lower but never dipping below her belled, pink pants. Ty Lee heard herself moan, though it seemed she was watching and feeling the whole episode from far away. His lips were soft, and his touches – his powerful, dangerous hands on her skin – aroused her in a way she’d never felt. Deep inside she didn’t want this, couldn’t want this. She was crying. But no tears came, just gasps of pleasure.
Zhao pressed her closer to him, his hands only slightly rougher than before. With a large exhale that tickled her neck, Zhao released her and turned her shoulders to face him. “How old are you?” he asked.
Ty Lee looked at the floor. “Fifteen, Commander,” she replied demurely, reprimanding herself for getting so worked up over a man she loathed and feared.
He nodded gently, his brown eyes appraising her. “Let your hair down.”
Ty Lee tugged at the ties in her ponytail, unbraiding her long hair with care. It reached the tops of her thighs, and was slightly wavy because of the braid. Zhao took a long brown lock and ran his fingers through it. Her hair stayed back out of necessity, but she had always made it shine with health. They taught good hygiene at the Royal Fire Academy for Girls.
“Spin around,” he directed.
Ty Lee gave him a slow dancer’s twirl, raising on her toes and letting her arms sway at her sides. He chuckled a little. “Very good,” he murmured. “Very nice.” A cruel smile touched his lips, and Ty Lee felt a fresh flash of fear. Why her? Why was she always surrounded by the power hungry, the domineering? Men like Zhao, her father, and even her friend Azula wanted something from her.
Zhao fingered the silky cloth of her tunic, still with his dangerous smile. “Take it off,” he commanded.
Scared, threatened, and honestly very aroused, Ty Lee shrugged off her pink shirt, instantly bringing her hands over her bare breasts. Zhao pulled her hands away and motioned at her belled pants. “Those, too,” he murmured.
With a shiver, she slipped the thin cloth off her hips. Her eyes were trained on the ground, and her hair fell over her shoulders. She couldn’t believe her embarrassment, her utter shame. Zhao wasn’t leering, but he seemed to be appraising with his small, dangerous smile. “And spin around once more,” he said in a final kind of voice.
Ty Lee bit her bottom lip and repeated the slow twirl, her hair swaying around her bare skin, caressing it like a ghost. “Yes,” Zhao repeated darkly, his eyes trained on her body like it was land to be conquered. “Very nice.”
Zhao’s kiss had been her first, and she couldn’t help but wonder if now he would be the only man she kissed. The thought echoed in her mind hauntingly. She had been sheltered, protected, and caged her whole life. First by her family, then by the Royal Fire Academy, and now it would be Commander Zhao’s turn. Would she never, not once, be free? She glanced at the large man that towered over her. The answer was a terrifying no.
Fighting the urge to hide her body, Ty Lee lowered her eyes again and shifted gracelessly on the balls of her feet. Zhao took her chin between his fingers and tilted her face up. Ty Lee opened her eyes.
“Gray eyes,” Zhao murmured. “Unusual… Tell me,” he continued calmly, staring piercingly into her eyes. “Are you innocent?”
Ty Lee swallowed. “Commander?”
“Are you untouched?” he clarified, his tone business-like, not seductive. He had no talent for verbal seduction, but his hands and his lips…they would betray her.
“Yes,” Ty Lee replied.
Zhao’s cruel smirk returned, and one of his hands went to her neck. He held it, didn’t squeeze or caress it, just held it. It was like he was allowing her to breathe, allowing her to live. His thumb brushed her chin and tilted her face up. “I’m going to make you very powerful,” he said, “very wealthy. But that doesn’t really matter to you, does it, Ty Lee?”
Unsure of how to answer, Ty Lee considered. She didn’t really have any desire for either money or power. If she said as much he might think her ungrateful. And if she learned anything from being with Azula, it was that she should never upset the people who held her life in their hands as Zhao (quite literally) held hers. “No,” she finally answered.
He hummed in the back of his throat. “You’re probably the only person in this whole country that doesn’t,” Zhao murmured. “Truly a rarity. …Truly a beauty…”
Commander Zhao gently pushed her to the bed and leaned over her. One hand propped him up and the other stroked Ty Lee’s hair out of her face. She imagined how innocent she must have looked, with wide eyes and blank face. His smile was cruel. Then Ty Lee began to figure him out. Zhao didn’t want to feel anything. He didn’t want to love her. But he did want to make her feel. He wanted to watch her react, make her do things. He wanted her to love him.
His large hand covered her breast, playing over her curves; then he ran it down her ribs and stomach, her hips and thighs. He lingered there, very gentle as he spread her knees and ran his knuckles along the inside of her thighs. Shocks ran up and down Ty Lee’s body, and she would give him this: he was very good at what he did. He knew how to touch her and how to look at her to make her react.
His eyes searched hers as his fingertips teased the inside of her thighs. Then, with his trademark grin, Zhao leaned over her stomach and surprised her by kissing the soft skin beneath her belly button. His fingers searched her skin, sliding upwards with his lips, higher and higher until his sideburns brushed the tops of her breasts. Ty Lee gasped anew when his mouth covered a nipple, kissing and licking hotly until she felt warmth bursting between her legs. Zhao’s chest rumbled at Ty Lee’s fidgeting, and he teased her other breast while his hand slid lower and lower on her stomach.
Ty Lee barely knew how to respond to this, the pleasure of that touch had reverberated even moments after. She actually braced herself against his shoulders with a high-pitched sigh. Smirking viciously, Zhao repeated, curving one strong finger to increase her reaction. Then he was inside of her, probing her heat with a domineering look in his eyes. Ty Lee hissed softly, her eyes rolling back for a moment. For that moment there was no time, Ty Lee was blind. Her hips rocked against his hand, and her nails bit his shoulders.
It was sick, but it was okay. Somehow, the sensations made it okay. If she promised not to love him because of it, could she justify all the things he did to her, all the things she liked? Just because he was obviously evil, did that mean she couldn’t enjoy this? The thoughts came to her scrambled with pleasure. Ty Lee let them go…
Zhao had no love in his eyes when he looked at her. In fact, he seemed amused by her, as if she was an actress on stage or a fascinating puzzle. Then the blinding heat came, and Ty Lee shot into the atmosphere. Noises escaped her lips, and when she could finally open her eyes Zhao was licking his fingers with a self-satisfied grin. She jumped slightly as moved between her legs, his flowing pants lost on the floor. Ty Lee had never seen a naked man – not fully naked. Zhao’s skin was several shades darker than hers, and his chest and stomach had only light sprinkles of hair. He was a warrior, and he had a warrior’s build with wide shoulders and narrow hips.
Zhao had poised himself right at her entrance and was searching her eyes. Ty Lee had never met a man more like a tiger. In the light of the numerous candles, his eyes were almost orange, and his teeth sparkled with sharp malevolence. Ty Lee had to look away, because she could see herself, upside down and aroused in the reflection of his eyes. The pain was nearly as blinding as the pleasure. Ty Lee gasped sharply and pulled herself closer to his chest, perhaps calling for some protection. Her thighs were locked on his narrow hips, and for a few moments she just breathed painfully.
Patiently, slowly, Zhao began to move within her. Ty Lee panted softly against his chest, the slow movements becoming more pleasure than pain. She had heard that a girl’s first time was nothing but pain and tears…but not every girl had Zhao… Bravely, softly, Ty Lee’s fingers slid down the commander’s muscled back. For a moment he paused, looking down on her with a victorious expression. Ty Lee leaned further into the soft mattress, arching her back as she slid her thighs higher on his hips, locking her ankles loosely over his back. Zhao growled aggressively, one hand searching out her breast, the other gripping her backside tightly, pressing himself further into her. Ty Lee cried out lustily, but Zhao’s mouth was immediately on hers, his kisses more frantic than they had been before.
His lips pushed against hers, his tongue dancing in her mouth. For her part, Ty Lee was kissing him back, her arms around his neck and her hips meeting his in perfect rhythm. Fear and hate had been replaced with pleasure and want; Ty Lee felt the first sensations of euphoria building in her stomach. Zhao lifted her so she was fully pressed against his larger frame. His hand was still teasing her breast, and his lips had moved to her neck where he kissed and bit Ty Lee recklessly.
Somewhere in the back of her mind she noticed the candle flames growing higher, but at the same time she was going higher. His chest rumbled against hers, and he drew her over the edge once more. The force of his thrusts bruised Ty Lee’s hips, but she didn’t mind at that point, because he was kissing and holding her tightly. The flames shot high into the room just then, and Zhao’s driving hips were slow and steady again. Finally they were just breathing, skin pressed against each other tightly.
In the soft light of the candles, Ty Lee finally saw Zhao with his eyes closed. He looked like a man then, just a man. Not a monster or a tiger. Then he opened his vicious eyes again to slice into soul. Ty Lee shivered a bit when Zhao moved out of her, but it was because of the way he looked at her, not the sudden coolness in the room.
She hadn’t expected affection – actually, affection would have terrified her. But she saw herself as he saw her, as a battle victory. A satisfying victory, but nothing more or less. Surprisingly, he didn’t get up and leave her, but sat up and pulled her into his arms, nestling her in deep red sheets between his legs. He held her there for a while, almost like she was a doll – her petite frame always lent itself to a doll-like allusion, though nothing could be more wrong.
“In a few hours I leave again for the Earth Kingdom,” he said plainly. He touched her like he cared, but his voice spoke with detached, emotionless truth. His fingers ran through her hair as he spoke, giving Ty Lee the image of a hypnotist – one that used his hands and not his words to control his victims. “I will not return until I have the Avatar.” He paused. “I have instructed your father to allow you access to my estate north of the capitol. You can use my funds to buy anything you want…and when I return we shall be married.”
Ty Lee felt herself nod against his chest. “Thank you, Commander,” she replied softly. He held her there for a while, then released her and moved to the edge of the bed, pulling on his pants.
Sometime during the night, Zhao’s topknot had come loose, and he reached back to pull the tie out with a swift hand. Ty Lee saw that his hair was thick and dark, and came down below his shoulders. She’d never seen a man with his hair down. Silently, cat-like, she crawled over to him. He jumped slightly when her fingers brushed his spine. Had she snuck up on him? She took the tie from his hand and ran her fingers through his thick brown hair. It wasn’t nearly as soft as hers, and had a few strands of gray. She pulled it all up to the top of his head, her nails running up his scalp. When she tied it she leaned back.
Zhao turned and fell on her aggressively, pinning her to the bed again in a show of dominance. His kisses were penetrating and strong, and he pressed her bare chest against his, crushing her. When he pulled away he looked down on her with a slightly different glint in his eyes. He chuckled as he pushed himself off the bed. Ty Lee rolled over with a bemused expression on her face. She sat in the center of the bed, watching him as he pulled on his tunic and all his armor. Her fingers were combing the knots out of her hair, and she braided a few locks back behind her ears.
After he slipped on his shoes he looked at her appraisingly again, his satisfied smirk only slightly terrifying now. “Stay here tonight,” he instructed. “In the morning my servants will run a bath and bring you a meal.”
“Thank you, Commander,” she replied, her hair slipping over her shoulders as she bowed her head.
With a hum, he motioned for her to come. Ty Lee slipped off the bed lightly, now unabashed at her nudity – if there was something he hadn’t seen she’d like to know what that was… He looked down on her with that appraising, smirking mouth, pushing her hair away from her face. Then he bent down to kiss her, searingly, hotly, until she moaned and felt her knees wobble. He pulled away, his tiger’s eyes unreadable. Walking away, she heard him murmur, “Very nice,” before closing the doors behind him.
Ty Lee sat on the bed, deep in thought…
I didn’t tumble that next day. Nor even the week after that day. My parents did not ask where I had been that night. I offered nothing. Somehow I thought they were proud, if a bit sickened. Could it be they were feeling remorseful about marrying their only child to a monster? Could I even be considered a child anymore?
I hadn’t touched the necklace since that night. I couldn’t even look at it. My mother ooh-ed and aah-ed over it, but I put it in the box and left it on my pink-varnish vanity. It was a silent reminder every time I brushed her hair…right next to the combs. I considered throwing it away. Or giving it to my mother. It was a symbol of my captivity… But I could not. It was too dangerous.
My parents thought it would cheer me up a little to go shopping – on Zhao’s account, of course. My family has some of the best lineage, but isn’t the wealthiest of the Fire Nation royal houses. The only reason Zhao had agreed to marry into our family was because of my perfect, unblemished bloodline. They bought me pretty clothes and jewelry, took me to plays, even took me to the circus that was currently in town.
That, it appeared, was the worst choice they could have made. I watched the tumblers in the circus, watched them prance around in interesting costumes with uninteresting routines. The dangerous animals thrilled me, the trapeze captivated me, and the high wire made my feet itch, but the tumblers and contortionists were…well…not as good as me.
I was jealous. They had perfect freedom, got to perform in dangerous acts, travel around the world…if I could only have a taste of that. So that night, after my eyes were full of stars from the circus act, I packed a bit of money and some clothes, and made an easy escape. I ran away to join the circus…
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