Once again, I'm sorry, I've just kinda lost sight in this story. :/ I'm going to try to start writing more often on it, it's just that I've been grounded. Anyhoo, here we go! :D

Aang's POV:

I've never been more uncomfortable and nervous in my life. Zuko said it wasn't right to have me sleep chained up in a huge room, and that's fine, but the only other safe place he could think of was.... His room! And he ordered a second bed, but it won't be arriving for another week or so... I have to sleep in the bed with him! I'm terrified of going to bed tonight. Not that I'm afraid of what he might do, I'm afraid of what I might do! What if I get... excited or something in my sleep, scoot over, and he feels something that should not be pressing against him? Gah! I'm so nervous, and for some reason, that makes me angry at him....

I'm watching him, on the other side of his room, take off his shirt and pants, leaving only his undergarments, and a blush spreads across my face at his muscled body.

Zuko's POV

I look over at Aang while I'm changing, and see that his face is bright red. He frowns upon seeing my face, and turns away, mumbling, " W-what?" I watch him for a moment, and then walk over to him, curious of something. I sit on the bed next to him, while he now stands in front of me, and then awkwardly sits next to my side. I look at him, an he looks the other way. I scoot closer to him, trying to see his face, and he scoots away. Finally, sick of playing tag with him, I grab his shoulders and spin him around toward me, looking into his glaring eyes. His teeth are set, and he looks away, glaring at the floor, and then back up at me, defiantly. I'm holding his chin in my hand, and I realize suddenly that I'm within kissing distance, if that had been what I had in mind. A blush, I can feel, is now spreading over my own face, but I keep my expression solemn, and finally say, " Why won't you look at me without glaring?"

The boy's face heats up ( There is a lot of blushing going on right now) and he cries, eyes flashing angrily, " Why? Why, Zuko? Maybe because you've got me held prisoner in the fire nation while-"

I frown in disgust, and cut him off, saying, " Don't give me that bull! What's the real reason? What's going on behind those grey eyes of yours?"

Aang stares at me, and I can see his faked indignation fading, and I see what's really behind them - fear, uncertainty, confusion. He looks up at me, his stormy eyes melting into tears of exhaustion, and then he hung his head in shame. He murmured, voice thick with emotion, " Zuko... I don't know. I'm just... I don't understand anything anymore. Everything is... so complicated. I just... I want something really badly but I can't figure out what it is!"

I feel terrible for my poor young friend going through this emotional turmoil, and want to help. Gently, I take his cheeks in my hands and bring his head up to look at me. I say, " Just tell me. I won't laugh, or be judgemental, or anything, just tell me! All I want is to help you!" His expression is pained but lusty, and I feel a shiver run through me, though not uncomfortably. Suddenly, he's much closer than he was a second ago, his face leaning into mine, leaning into me, on hands and knees, his knees inbetween my own, and his hands pressing on my thighs, and my hands still on his cheeks. We move in unison towards each other, and my mouth, finally, is on his.

I can't believe I'm doing this, and at the same time, I'm overwhelmed that it is finally happening. My arms move around his back, pulling him on top of me, as I lean onto my back on the bed. Our mouths haven't come off of each other since it started, our tongues wrestling fervently, almost desperately, and Aang, without thinking about it, grinds into my hips, eliciting a moan from me. I take his shoulders and flip him around so that now I am on top, as we break off the kiss for air.

I look down at him, flushed, panting, his arms sprawled out from his body, looking up at me with an adorably innocent expression, almost dazed, and my chest feels heavy with lust as I dive again toward his mouth, which is sweetly receptive. He wraps his arms around my back, as I break the kiss again to fervently kiss his neck over and over, tracing his jawline with my mouth, up to his ear, which I lightly nibble. His young, innocent body jerks just a little bit every time, and his skin is wonderfully cool against mine, which is burning hot. His legs pull up, toes digging into the blanket as I take his hands, pinning them over his head, while I kiss him again on the mouth.

He moans into the kiss, and, without the use of his hands, his hips buck into mine, and I run my hand across his chest. His nipples are hard, and I think that means he's ready. My hand tugs at his pants, and he immediately begins wriggling out of them, as I do with my own. Now, we're both naked, looking each other over. He seems pleasantly surprised at my size, which makes me blush with pride. Then, with my free hand, I gently pry his legs apart, and his legs tense at my touch, his toes clutching at the blanket. I take his hands in my own, still holding them above his head, and position myself between his legs. His eyes, still dazed and shocked, stare into mine bashfully, filled to the brim with desire and nervous exctiement.

He makes a small noise of assent as I prepare for the moment - I finally penetrate his body, and both of us cry out. I imagine it was hard for him, since I didn't have any lotion, but I silently ask him to endure it until pain turns to pleasure - I can practically see the moment it happens, when his eyes glaze contentedly, and I gently pull out and go back in, out, in, out, in. He jerks and makes a little moan of pleasure every time I go in, and as I begin to get faster, I can feel him getting hotter and his heart rate flying out the window.

With every breath, and every thrust, the two of us move in perfect sync, he breathes out, I breathe in, and we work together until the slowly building passion reaches it's peak, a moment of beautiful, disorienting bliss.

Both of us pass out from it's strenghth, and I come to an hour or so later, to find him sleeping peacefully on my chest, on arm around my neck, the other cuddled inbetween us. There is a soft smile touching his lips, and his arrow is a gently glowing blue, a bit brighter than usual. Suddenly, the enormity of what has just happened hits me, in a single word - Uncle.

The smile on my own face evaporates, leaving a grimace mixed with horror. The simple affection I felt for him a moment ago evaporates as well, leaving a confusing mixture of hatred, resentment, lust, and endearment. I hate that he has become a problem for me, I resent the trouble he has caused, I lust after him even after we have satisfied each other, and I am endeared to him every time I see that young, strong yet needing, wise yet childish, jaded yet innocent face. It's practically as forbidden as it gets, he is several years younger than me, a boy, my captive, the most mortal enemy of my nation, and yet I love him through all of it.

But I had just made love to someone I claimed to never be interested in 'that way', someone who I had pledged to Uncle, thinking it an easy task, to keep away from. I carefully move his arm from my neck, onto the pillow, and slowly creep out of the bed. I'm pulling on my pants when I hear a soft, " Zuko." Come out from behind me. My eyes pop in surprise and I turn around to face the boy, calm and solemn, sitting up in bed, blanket covering him from waist down, looking at me with curious, sad eyes. We stare at each other for a moment more, and I finish pulling on my pants, then my shirt, and turn toward the door. Not facing him, I say, " I need to go think."

I wait for some kind of protest, but he stays silent, and I leave through the door. Once out of the room, I take about five steps and collapse into the wall, head in hands. Whaaat, what did I just dooo? I moan in my head. What and WHY?

I look up, pain reading on my face, and see a tall figure, silhouetted by the light - Uncle.

Cliffhanger!!