Disclaimer: I don't own Avatar: The Last Airbender, so I'm not making any money from writing this piece.
Warnings: Shounen ai and mild angst.
Note: The prompt was from Saku for "The Drabble Wars": Zuko/Aang -The Stars were burning too bright for him to stand.
"Denial"
WC: 256
Written: 8/20/11
Mild edits: 8/22/11
Zuko's weight was on him, so, so close to him he couldn't breathe, couldn't stand it. Their skin was flush against one another. Burning, naked flesh, dark and light, smooth and scarred. The sand scratched against him...and he sunk deeper and deeper into it. Black sand shining in the moon's light. If he looked out of the corner of his eyes he could see little shimmering specks, the sand like microscopic pieces of glass.
The star studded sky reminded him of the sand beneath them. Beautiful, burning worlds both grand and small. Universes within and without, flowering from tiny seeds to super novas bursting on the brink of destruction. The cycle of creation and destruction. Where it ended, it only began. Where it began, it only ended. It was enough to destroy all coherent thought in this moment. Just like the heat and friction coalescing between he and the Fire Nation king, molding them into one being, igniting them to create their own universe amidst all the others.
"Aang..." Scorching lips murmuring, smoothing, soothing down the side of his neck, little fire petals blossoming in their wake.
The Avatar could only have Zuko like this in his dreams.
His waking moments were filled with ice and soft curves. And he was numb. Katara should have been the love of his life in his dreams and his reality. They should be making their own universe together. It was the order of things. The way things were meant to be. The way things should be, but weren't...
Owari
Endnote: This will also be used for the theme #5, collide at LJ's 30_hugs.