Title: Fuck

Summary: Inspired by this remix – h t t p : / / w w w . y o u t u b e . c o m / w a t c h ? v = q x 8 s 3 O K e U I w – take out all the spaces to view

Words: 440

Warning: slash; written on impulse; un-edited; SMUT

It's just weird, Zuko decided, that Aang should desire him so much.

He doesn't do anything, because he really shouldn't. B-b-but THERE—he casts Aang a glance, and suddenly the boy shivers and clenches his fists and suddenly…

Suddenly Zuko's using his chest to press Aang against the tree, his fingertips burning a soft hickory smoke against the fine bark. Zuko's breathing fire into Aang's mouth, and they both admire kisses that are somehow both deep and barely there, so they keep going on with it. When Aang groans, his chin sliding up so that his neck can brush against Zuko's lips, it's definitely too late.

Zuko's splinter-filled fingertips dig down Aang's chest onto the boy's waist, his hands harsh and full of love as they pull his thighs aside so that Aang's arched back can seem even more beautiful to him. Aang nearly chokes as he's being touched. His eyes can't decide, they're blinking open and closed. There's no time to tease. Zuko catches Aang again—they kiss with their eyes open, Aang sighing as Zuko's stare burned into him.

No! No time. Zuko thrust into him, and Aang arched his back more, his lips leaning up to Zuko's cheek. In the frenzy that followed, Zuko clutched Aang close to him, not aware of what he was doing but hell, Aang might never feel so warm and fresh against him again…

And why does he desire Aang so much?!

"Nnh…Mai's gonna kill me," Zuko hissed, thoroughly annoyed with himself again.

Aang blinked at him rather wisely, looking sympathetic but not sorry at all. "I'm a big boy," He muttered nonchalantly, "she can pick on me all she wants."

"She's—" Zuko began, noticing Aang's hungry look. He wished he could fight it.

They kissed softly, crouching over the campfire, their dinner of rice and wild berries sitting quietly by themselves. Zuko knew Aang liked the closeness of a fire. The glow of the flame threw a wanton gleam in his grey eyes. It scraped his skin. It echoed on his lips. Zuko bit his own lips.

"We must have a disease," Zuko scowled, though not at all unhappy about it.

"It's nothing like that," Aang snorted. But then he regrets having that bit of arrogance in his voice. He continued, because he just has to be so fucking nice, "Your honor—"

"Will probably be a damn step up once people know I'm the one keeping the Avatar happy," Zuko managed to laugh.

Aang's face broke into a smile, like he was that child again. If anyone tells them they're not in love, they probably won't feel like listening.