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MomoSenpai8907-I am glad you liked my penname…or even noticed it. I did choose it carefully.

I don't own ALTA. But this plot was created especially by me.

Now, you all get the smexyness you were promised:

Zuko's arm ached. It wasn't an overused muscle ache, like the kind he got after practicing too long and hard; it was a throbbing I-just-got-in-a-fist-fight kind of ache. He was positive Toph's "friendly" punch was going to leave a big, fat, ugly, black and blue bruise.

Sighing, the Fire Lord shifted his position. The mentally taxing morning had lead to Mai insisting that he rest for the remaining day light hours, and seeing as sleep had been rare lately, he didn't put up much of a fight. Of course, the sun was high in the sky, and as Mai wasn't a bender, she didn't understand that resting while the sun was shining, was as hard as swimming through mud…at least for anyone not Toph. And so, Zuko had decided to "rest his eyes" as his mother used to call it, staying in bed and enjoying the feeling of his silk sheets and sun.

The breeze floating in through his balcony window announced the Avatar's entrance to his bedroom. Aang may have thought he was being sneaky, perhaps if it had been someone less detail oriented it would have been, but as his window had been designed so that it didn't open up into the wind, Zuko knew that the only reason he'd be having air circulation in his chambers, was if it was artificial.

This confrontation was going to happen sometime, Zuko figured, but it still left him slightly breathless and queasy. He didn't bother pretending to be asleep, and turned to face the intruder. It was always better to get the painful things over with and done. Like ripping off the sticky parts of a bandage. To this day, the Fire Lord didn't want to know what went on those cloth torture devices. Gazing steadily at the bald monk fidgeting nervously in front of him, Zuko relented the intense stare a little, some softness creeping into his eyes. Aang really was an endearing person, and Zuko's intensity was more from nervousness than anything else.

"Have you come to give me your answer Aang?" it was a rather blunt question, but then again, Zuko was a blunt person in general. That… and the bandage metaphor.

His question, though, only seemed to make the Avatar less willing to look at him, as he stood near the balcony squirming like a six year old caught with candy before dinner. "Zuko, I-I just don't know…I've never even really dated Katara…this…I don't even know if I find males attractive. How am I supposed to answer you when I don't even know if we're… compatible?" he scratched his head and gave a sheepish shrug, even as he finally made eye contact with the Fire Lord again.

Compatible? Zuko had never even thought about that. It had always just been a given that Sozin liked the Avatar, and Roku could get it up for them…him…his great-grandfather. Wouldn't Aang be compatible with him then? Maybe not, with the way the Avatar reincarnation went. Considering, Zuko sat up slowly, allowing the silk to pool around his hips, and the light robe he was wearing to gape open and slide down his shoulder slightly. Keeping eye contact with Aang, he let out a small sigh and ran his fingers through his hair, dragging his bangs back and allowing the strands to naturally escape his fingers.

Aang's mouth was suddenly desert dry, as found himself not immune to Zuko's seduction. He suddenly noticed the other's muscled chest and shoulders, the silky-ness of Zuko's hair, and the alluring color of Zuko's skin touched with the golden light of the sun. The picture was so alluring he couldn't help but take a step forward.

"Come and sit." Zuko patted the spot near his knees. His visitor scrambled to obey, stumbling forward, a light dusting of pink crossing his cheek bones. "Since you don't know, I suppose I'll have to convince you." Silver eyes shot him a questioning glance that held. "Would you mind if I kissed you, Avatar?"

Aang frowned shaking his head, "Don't call me that. Especially when we're about to do something like this." Aang considered, "And sure."

Zuko chuckled, "Okay… Aang," and leaned forward ever so slightly, hovering just out of reach before touching the other's lips gently with his own.

Light and fleeting, were the words Aang would use to describe the kiss bestowed upon him, and it left him feeling slightly disappointed. He wanted something a little more than a chaste touch of lips. He'd done that with Katara. Those were his thoughts; at least until the other's lips where on his again, harder and more demanding than before, a hand sliding up behind his head and another holding protectively around his waist. This, this was what Aang thought it would feel like to be kissed. Really kissed.

It was as exciting as it was terrifying, the raw want he could feel through a simple kiss. Kisses were supposed to covey a person's feelings, or so he heard, and if this was what Zuko felt for him, then he'd be completely overcome. He didn't know if he could want something as much as the Fire Lord seemed to want him.

He felt a jolt down his spine as Zuko's tongue probed his lips, easily prying the unresisting appendages open. An act which at first made Aang panic, because it felt strange, and then made him an unresisting puddle of goo, because damn could the Fire Lord kiss. And when had he been pushed onto the bed? He thought fuzzily, his head light in bliss, as he let out a moan. I guess that answers the question of compatibility though…

The few sounds Aang made died in the other's mouth, and caused their receiver to pull away startled. Zuko hadn't intended to go quite so far. A quick kiss, he promised himself, only to be compelled by some need to continue. Love.

Love was what drove him. Eyes widening, Zuko drew the connection. He craved the other's love; it was what he'd always craved. As Sozin had. Love from his father, his sister, Uncle, and his mother.

They were alike in that, startling alike. Him and Sozin.

The only difference was he had Uncle Iroh and some true friends, and Sozin hadn't had anyone after Roku left. Strange how much past lives affected present ones.

But what he craved from Aang the most wasn't the sexual aspect, but affection. Pure unadulterated affection born from passion, caring and desire.

"W-why did you stop?" The breathless whisper sent sparks down his spine, and gazing down at the Avatar's flushed face, Zuko couldn't help but indulge himself with another kiss, and another one, until all he tasted was soft pale skin and Aang.

Tugging on the younger's ear with his teeth, Zuko lightly pinched a nipple through rough clothing, tweaking and pushing at it when Aang gave a surprised moan. "Very nice," kissing down Aang's neck, and pulling the annoying cloth to the side, his free hand traveling down to cup the other's balls through thick clothing. "Should I get you off in your clothing?" He whispered against the juncture or Aang's neck and shoulder, "or should I just burn all your clothing away?"

The object of his desire gave a plaintive whine, "Don-no burn-N-ng-haa-"

"If you insist," Zuko smirked as he licked along Aang's jaw, and applied more pressure along the growing shaft pressing up against the other's belly, "But it would feel so much better if I could actually touch it, the pads of my fingers teasing you at the tip" he rubbed at the damp cloth covering Aang's other head, "or my fist pumping up and down slick with semen and spit." His palm glided back down to roll the testicles, and Zuko savored the wanton noises issuing from Aang's mouth, one tattooed hand gripping at Zuko's loose robe, the other clenched tightly in the sheets, and eyes bright with want. "That's a very nice look." Caressing Aang's cheek, Zuko kissed him sweetly, lingeringly, encouraging his partner to entwine with him.

And then removed his hand from the other's nether regions, and ground his own hips down, "Won't you love me Aang?" All the Avatar could do was moan helplessly, pleasure coiling and sparking along his limbs. Zuko kissed again, sensually rolling his hips just so, as their members met through cloth. Aang could feel the heat of the other's desire, and the coil got tighter, building up to a crescendo as Zuko continued to do that thing with his pelvis and left him a mindless puddle of goo.

"P-please Zuko." He gasped gripping at muscled shoulders.

"Say you'll try to love me, and I'll give you whatever you so desire." Zuko was panting too, his hips giving an involuntary jerk that caused them both to bite down the pleasure.

Aang was starting to thrust back involuntarily, the need for release immediate, "YES, yes yes, ok, just please…"

Zuko felt relief like he'd never experienced before wash over him, and he sped up his rhythm enjoying the feeling Aang writhing beneath him. "Are you close?" A moan was all the answer he got. "Now now, we're not going to end this quickly, oh no." Slowing down, Aang gave a desperate gasp, and then there was a pleasant warmth going from waist to crotch, and he practically screamed when he finally felt Zuko's hand around him. God oh God

And then Zuko was behind him, shaft pressed hotly against the crease of Aang's ass, and nibbling at the other's ear. When had they gone from horizontal to vertical?

The fist pumped him slowly, gathering speed as the fluids dripping down began to lubricate the movement, "Can you imagine my mouth down there?" Aang moaned as Zuko started whispering again, pants puffing against the back of his neck just below his ear, "My lips wrapped tightly around it, the slick heat as I slide it in as far as the back of my throat and then gag on it?" Zuko's hand slid faster, unnaturally warm, and just so amazing. "Would you like to thrust into my mouth uncontrollably feeling me choke on you, or have me hold your hips down to the silk sheets and drive you crazy?" Aang couldn't manage to understand anymore, his breath coming in pants from Zuko's talented hand and the words he spun like golden silk.

"Come for me Aang," a thumb slid over the head taking the pre-come gathered there down the throbbing organ, "Come hard, don't hold any of it back."

Zuko's own cock was rubbing at the cleft, practically burning through his clothing, and then Zuko's other hand was there between the two globes, probing at the ring of muscle wet with saliva. They rubbed at it never quite going in, but taunting him with the possibility. "Can you envision what my fingers would feel like stretching you? Preparing you for me to take? Can you feel my cock penetrating this tight ring of muscle," the fingers were rubbing vigorously, blunt nails scraping lightly, " then pounding in so your arms give out, erratically thrusting before finally filling you with my hot cum?"

Aang's coil unraveled at the image, balls tightening, back arching voice screaming, and streams of semen spurting up onto his monk's garb and all over Zuko's hand.

The Fire Lord milked the Avatar for every last drop, satisfied when this darling partner made no move to get up. He gently laid him down and glanced at his sticky hand. Examining it experimentally, he gave it a tentative lick and then took a long swipe up his middle finger as gray eyes opened wider at the sensual image.

"Where did you learn to dirty talk so well?" he croaked, interested despite himself.

Zuko gave him a blank look, "You didn't think I was a virgin did you? I did visit the brothels in the port towns, and on a crowded ship, you can always find someone in desire of company." He shrugged as Aang made a face half way between aroused and disgusted.

"Did you come too?" Looking at the Fire Lord's robes, it was obvious he hadn't. "Do you want me to…suck it?"

The look Zuko gave him was full of lust this time. "I'm not going to demand and thing of you Aang, but you're welcome to try whatever you want."Aang felt a shiver race down his spine.

The bulge was big enough that Aang was positive he couldn't fit all of it in his mouth. Leaning forward, Aang untied the sting holding the robe together, revealing the rock hard cock he wanted to make explode. It jumped at his touch, and Zuko moaned in the back of his throat, deep and low. He pumped it once, twice, and then took a swipe at the tip with his tongue. Eww…how did Zuko manage to look so appealing when licking Aang's own semen? It tasted gross. Deciding to try again and see if it really tasted as disgusting the second time, Aang was pleasantly surprised at the sexy noise the brunette made.

So maybe he wasn't quite ready to try and put the whole thing in his mouth, but he could lick around it. Feeling the hot silk rod pulse beneath his finger tips, Aang felt the stirrings of desire gathering like mist. He was defiantly compatible with his fire nation friend, no doubt about it.

"Wait." The croak stopped Aang cold, "use this." Zuko unscrewed the cap to the burn oil that had been situated on the bedside table. "This will make it easier." Pouring the oil over the tip of his cock, the Fire Lord gasped softly, and Aang gingerly replaced his hands and noted, that it was now much easier to slide his hands up and down, the oil lubricating the movement.

"Is this ok?" Zuko grunted an affirmative, hands now clenching at Aang's shoulders.

"Go faster?" Aang complied, eyes trained on Zuko's expressions of pleasure. The way his tongue darted out to wet his lips, the slight furrow of his brows, and the way his eye lashes would flicker. "It's good…Kiss me?" Zuko panted against the Avatar's lips, eyes opening to sultry molten gold slits.

Aang brushed his own against the others, tongue darting out to entwine as they had minutes ago. Zuko pulled him closer, ravishing him, and moaning long and low into the warm cavern as he came, adding his own seed to Aang's robes. "Thank you." All Aang could do was nod breathlessly.

"No problem Sifu Hotman." Aang could have sworn Zuko chuckled as he laid them both back on the bed, and proceeded to introduce Aang to all the other things he'd managed to learn in the brothels.

AN: half way through this, I realized how young Aang was…which is maybe 14 or 15…and makes Zuko 18 or 19…and I was like fudge-monkeys-in-a-haystack! 'Cause…that's kinda young to be smexing, but then I got over my qualms since their world isn't ours, and I know I already knew all the details when I was 15/14. So yeah, that and midterms is why this took so long to finally finish. Hope it was worth the wait. Again, if you find any mistakes, please inform me so that I may correct them.