Well this is my first story of this kind. So review. Tell me what you think. Beta by WritingSchizo101


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Aang could hear his heart beat pounding in his ears. His body was on fire, heat cycling around him. The ground beneath him hard and dirty. The wall in front of him forgotten by closed eyes. His head was thrown back and the sounds coming out if his mouth sounded foreign.

"Fuck." The monk cursed.

"You shouldn't curse, Aang." A voice whispered.

The Avatar felt strong hands on his hips and back, the heat under the hands burning just a little. A large hand warped around his erection, stroking hard and long. He moaned as a long nails dug into his skin, "Harder."

A hard groan behind him was all he got. Until the flesh is pulled out of him and sharply pushed back inside. He moaned at the girth of the invader, but tired to run from the length.

"I thought you said harder. Don't run, you asked for this."

Aang knew he was right; he asked for this. He left his girlfriend and friends to come to this man and give his body away. He moaned, screamed and groaned for the man, but he did it on his own. His body craved the man. The beautiful man with a black heart and cold soul. The man with great lips, strong hands and a body of a god. A man with whose huge erection pushed into him with a strength and speed like no other. He chose this man over his future wife and his people. He chose evil.

A hushed moan echoed loudly in the room, making the Aang realize it was a louder than he thought. Aang dug his hands into the dirt floor and bit his lip, "Fuck me."

The man paused for an agonizing moment, then pushed Aang roughly, wanting him to lie flat on the ground. His knees gave out as a strong hand pushed hard on his lower back. He felt his own member press to the dirt and his body crying from pain. The man above him slammed inside his small body. Aang cried out as pain flooded his mind, but pleasure ripped from his body. A hand held him to the dirt and another gripped his shoulder, nails biting into his tender flesh.

"Give me what I want."

Aang knew what to do and filled with shame at the idea. It was the only thing the man asked for, while Aang asked for everything. He knew he was using the man, but Aang wanted this and wouldn't stop until he was done.

"Agni."

The man spoke with a groan, "Good, but not what I want."

Aang felt him take a slow deep pace and pleaded in his head for him to speed up, "I. . ."

"Not what I want."

The monk trembled with pleasure, but wasn't getting enough, "Come . . . on!"

The man stopped, growling, "I only ask one thing. Remember who came to whom, Aang."

Aang breathed deep, deciding he would give into him. He had taken everything from him and now he was using him. He could do at least give him this: "Please."

The man slammed inside him, "Say it."

Aang felt a scream building inside him and was tore with pain. A wave of shame washed over him and he burned with pleasure. "Ozai!"