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fannish_nan) wrote2007-06-05 04:50 pm
fannish_nan) wrote2007-06-05 04:50 pm
Entry tags:
Fanfiction - Avatar (Zuko/Aang)
Title: Spaces Still Undone
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Pairing: Zuko/Aang
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Notes: Okay, so this was actually suppose to be a smut!drabble but it grew. It's mainly porn sprinkled with dialogue and I suck at writing porn. SO THERE.
Aang awoke slowly, eyes opening and staring into the fading darkness of the bedroom. He hummed in his throat and rolled over, dislodging the arm that was curled around his waist. Sitting up, He grinned at the annoyed grumble at his side. Zuko was still asleep but his brow was furrowed, one hand reaching out blindly.
Catching it, Aang pressed it back on the bed, squeezing gently before letting go. He slid quietly out from under the covers and set bare feet on the soft carpeting. Standing, Aang forewent his sleeping robe and walked over to the balcony, rubbing his bare arms as he leaned against the railing. The sun was just barely peaking out, it’s fresh morning rays sending sparks of orange and yellow over the horizon.
Taking a deep breath, Aang closed his eyes and tilted his head back, a gently breeze caressing his throat. At that moment, he felt completely at ease: the peace treaties between the nations were going well, he’d seen Katara the day before and she was doing well (despite the fact that they hadn’t ended up together, she was still one of the most important people in his life) and--
Arms curled around his waist, pulling him back against a hard chest. Aang chuckled and put his hands over Zuko’s, lacing their fingers together. Zuko buried his face against the back of Aang’s neck.
“Good morning,” Aang said, the words hushed. He tilted his head foreword, welcoming the kisses Zuko placed in the nap of his neck.
“We have a busy day today,” Zuko said, duty constantly at the back of his mind, even as he laved kisses on Aang.
Aang sighed and turned around, grinning up at Zuko. “The day hasn’t started yet,” he said, sliding his hands up Zuko’s chest before framing his face. “Sure you want to start being responsible just yet?”
Zuko smiled, the sight still rare enough to be surprising, and leaned down, ghosting his lips over Aang’s. Aang grinned and gently pushed Zuko away backwars towards their bed. Zuko took hold of Aang’s hands, pulling the smaller man with him as he walked backwards and fell across the bed.
This didn’t end up quite like expected; for all Aang’s airbending grace, he fell hard on Zuko, one elbow jabbing him painfully in the abdomen. Crying out, Zuko doubled over and gasped, holding his arms over tender flesh.
“Zuko, I’m sorry!” Aang asked, putting his hands on Zuko’s shoulders and rolling him over. “Are you okay?”
Zuko gasped, eyes clenched. “Of course I am,” he said stubbornly, even if all evidence pointed to the opposite. “Just let me catch my breath.”
Aang winced as he petted Zuko’s shoulder. “Bit of a mood breaker, huh?” he said with a laugh before leaning forward and kissing Zuko gently, tongue tracing Zuko’s lips before darting inside for just a taste. Pulling back, Aang grinned lasciviously.
“Want me to make it better?” he asked but didn’t wait for a reply. Zuko was flushed red - Aang knew he didn’t really like talking during activities - so Aang kissed down Zuko’s chest to his stomach. There he licked and laved at the red spot his elbow cause, listening to the small moans and strangled whimpers.
“Feel better?” he asked and Zuko flared down at him.
“Shut up!” he said and Aang sat up, contrite.
“Sorry,” he said, biting his lip. Zuko’s embarrassment was endearing - how many times had they done this, exactly? - but Aang didn’t want to make him mad. He kissed Zuko’s abdomen in apology before slipping Zuko’s sleeping pants down his hips and wrapping a slim hand around his cock, stroking gently as he leaned down and tongue the tip.
Zuko jerked, hands reaching down and touching Aang’s head: not pushing, not pulling, just touching.
Aang obliged the unvoiced request, sliding his lips further down Zuko’s cock, tongue working the underside and fleshy head. He anticipated Zuko’s thrusts and pulled back, grinning up at Zuko as he slowed his strokes.
“Hey, don’t choke me,” he said, knowing Zuko would probably get angry with him but unable to keep his mouth shut.
Zuko’s eyes were mere slits, flashing golden even as his face grew redder. “If you were any good at it, you wouldn’t choke at all,” he retorted.
Aang blinked and smiled, glad Zuko joined in his teasing. “Well if you don’t like it, I could always just stop,” he said, sliding backwards slowly.
Zuko hauled him back up, kissing him hard before rolling them over, pressing Aang down to the bed. Resting his weight on one elbow, Zuko traced one hand down until he was stroking Aang through his sleeping pants. Aang arched up, grabbing hold of Zuko’s hand and pressing it harder against him, panting. Zuko bent down and muffled Aang’s gasps, tongue tracing his lips before plunging inside and twining with Aang’s.
Aang fidgeted, lifting his hips and slipping off his pants, flinging them away impatiently. Pulling Zuko close, Aang clutched at Zuko with his arms and legs. They moaned together at the intimate contact and Zuko reached down, pulling Aang’s legs up and around his waist.
From there on it was madness, muffled cries and whimpers as they writhed against each other, grabbing and pulling as they tried to get closer to each other, to become one.
Zuko came fist, freezing over Aang before shuddering violently, his groans ragged as he bowed his head. Aang felt the warmth splash on his hips and moaned, thrusting up against Zuko desperately. Zuko took hold of Aang’s cock and stroked. Aang cried out, clutching Zuko’s shoulders as he came.
Aang collapsed on the bed and Zuko fell beside him. Despite the sweat and the heat, they clung together in the quiet of the room.
Grinning, Aang nuzzled Zuko’s cheek. “I guess it really is a good morning now, huh?” he said Zuko snorted, rolling his eyes.
“I like you a lot better when you don’t speak,” he said. Aang laughed and curled up next to him. Despite himself, Zuko pulled him close, closer, until they were wrapped up in one another.
Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, staying in bed for a little while longer, Zuko thought, drifting back to sleep.
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Pairing: Zuko/Aang
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Notes: Okay, so this was actually suppose to be a smut!drabble but it grew. It's mainly porn sprinkled with dialogue and I suck at writing porn. SO THERE.
Aang awoke slowly, eyes opening and staring into the fading darkness of the bedroom. He hummed in his throat and rolled over, dislodging the arm that was curled around his waist. Sitting up, He grinned at the annoyed grumble at his side. Zuko was still asleep but his brow was furrowed, one hand reaching out blindly.
Catching it, Aang pressed it back on the bed, squeezing gently before letting go. He slid quietly out from under the covers and set bare feet on the soft carpeting. Standing, Aang forewent his sleeping robe and walked over to the balcony, rubbing his bare arms as he leaned against the railing. The sun was just barely peaking out, it’s fresh morning rays sending sparks of orange and yellow over the horizon.
Taking a deep breath, Aang closed his eyes and tilted his head back, a gently breeze caressing his throat. At that moment, he felt completely at ease: the peace treaties between the nations were going well, he’d seen Katara the day before and she was doing well (despite the fact that they hadn’t ended up together, she was still one of the most important people in his life) and--
Arms curled around his waist, pulling him back against a hard chest. Aang chuckled and put his hands over Zuko’s, lacing their fingers together. Zuko buried his face against the back of Aang’s neck.
“Good morning,” Aang said, the words hushed. He tilted his head foreword, welcoming the kisses Zuko placed in the nap of his neck.
“We have a busy day today,” Zuko said, duty constantly at the back of his mind, even as he laved kisses on Aang.
Aang sighed and turned around, grinning up at Zuko. “The day hasn’t started yet,” he said, sliding his hands up Zuko’s chest before framing his face. “Sure you want to start being responsible just yet?”
Zuko smiled, the sight still rare enough to be surprising, and leaned down, ghosting his lips over Aang’s. Aang grinned and gently pushed Zuko away backwars towards their bed. Zuko took hold of Aang’s hands, pulling the smaller man with him as he walked backwards and fell across the bed.
This didn’t end up quite like expected; for all Aang’s airbending grace, he fell hard on Zuko, one elbow jabbing him painfully in the abdomen. Crying out, Zuko doubled over and gasped, holding his arms over tender flesh.
“Zuko, I’m sorry!” Aang asked, putting his hands on Zuko’s shoulders and rolling him over. “Are you okay?”
Zuko gasped, eyes clenched. “Of course I am,” he said stubbornly, even if all evidence pointed to the opposite. “Just let me catch my breath.”
Aang winced as he petted Zuko’s shoulder. “Bit of a mood breaker, huh?” he said with a laugh before leaning forward and kissing Zuko gently, tongue tracing Zuko’s lips before darting inside for just a taste. Pulling back, Aang grinned lasciviously.
“Want me to make it better?” he asked but didn’t wait for a reply. Zuko was flushed red - Aang knew he didn’t really like talking during activities - so Aang kissed down Zuko’s chest to his stomach. There he licked and laved at the red spot his elbow cause, listening to the small moans and strangled whimpers.
“Feel better?” he asked and Zuko flared down at him.
“Shut up!” he said and Aang sat up, contrite.
“Sorry,” he said, biting his lip. Zuko’s embarrassment was endearing - how many times had they done this, exactly? - but Aang didn’t want to make him mad. He kissed Zuko’s abdomen in apology before slipping Zuko’s sleeping pants down his hips and wrapping a slim hand around his cock, stroking gently as he leaned down and tongue the tip.
Zuko jerked, hands reaching down and touching Aang’s head: not pushing, not pulling, just touching.
Aang obliged the unvoiced request, sliding his lips further down Zuko’s cock, tongue working the underside and fleshy head. He anticipated Zuko’s thrusts and pulled back, grinning up at Zuko as he slowed his strokes.
“Hey, don’t choke me,” he said, knowing Zuko would probably get angry with him but unable to keep his mouth shut.
Zuko’s eyes were mere slits, flashing golden even as his face grew redder. “If you were any good at it, you wouldn’t choke at all,” he retorted.
Aang blinked and smiled, glad Zuko joined in his teasing. “Well if you don’t like it, I could always just stop,” he said, sliding backwards slowly.
Zuko hauled him back up, kissing him hard before rolling them over, pressing Aang down to the bed. Resting his weight on one elbow, Zuko traced one hand down until he was stroking Aang through his sleeping pants. Aang arched up, grabbing hold of Zuko’s hand and pressing it harder against him, panting. Zuko bent down and muffled Aang’s gasps, tongue tracing his lips before plunging inside and twining with Aang’s.
Aang fidgeted, lifting his hips and slipping off his pants, flinging them away impatiently. Pulling Zuko close, Aang clutched at Zuko with his arms and legs. They moaned together at the intimate contact and Zuko reached down, pulling Aang’s legs up and around his waist.
From there on it was madness, muffled cries and whimpers as they writhed against each other, grabbing and pulling as they tried to get closer to each other, to become one.
Zuko came fist, freezing over Aang before shuddering violently, his groans ragged as he bowed his head. Aang felt the warmth splash on his hips and moaned, thrusting up against Zuko desperately. Zuko took hold of Aang’s cock and stroked. Aang cried out, clutching Zuko’s shoulders as he came.
Aang collapsed on the bed and Zuko fell beside him. Despite the sweat and the heat, they clung together in the quiet of the room.
Grinning, Aang nuzzled Zuko’s cheek. “I guess it really is a good morning now, huh?” he said Zuko snorted, rolling his eyes.
“I like you a lot better when you don’t speak,” he said. Aang laughed and curled up next to him. Despite himself, Zuko pulled him close, closer, until they were wrapped up in one another.
Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, staying in bed for a little while longer, Zuko thought, drifting back to sleep.