Note: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender. If I did I wouldn't have time to write slash about it (I would be making episode slash).
I've written my little summary thing enough times. You get it already. If not, now is the time to contemplate your own existence.
Save Me
Aurora
Fire burst out from Aang's fist and engulfed the bear. It howled in pain as all the flesh on it's back was burnt from it's body. It fell on top of Sokka, dead from shock and blood loss. Aang and Sokka both stood/lay there, mouths open in a gape.
After a few minutes Aang jumped up in the air and screamed "YESSSSSSSSS!" Sokka attempted to get out from underneath the dead gofferbear (with no success), as he congratulated Aang on his firebending. "That was so cool! Aang, you rock."
"I know." Aang replied simply with a smile, and ran over to Sokka to help him escape. With much effort (and a little airbending), they were able to free Sokka. "Iroh and the girls are going to love that this worked!" Sokka suddenly blurted out of excitement.
"What?" Aang asked. Sokka's smile turned into a nervous frown. "Aang, it's not what it sounds like!" He replied. "Oh really? Because it sounds like you tricked me into firebending and risked getting both of us hurt!" Sokka thought for a moment.
"Well... maybe it is exactly what it sounds like, but we only did it to help you!" Aang got angry. "To HELP me?! You only did it because you guys didn't believe that I could firebend on my own!" Sokka shook his head.
"NO! We did it because we had faith in you! We had faith that you would firebend and save my life! And that's a lot of faith for me." He replied to Aang. Aang sighed and nodded. "Yeah, I guess your right. It would take a lot of faith for you to risk your life so that I could firebend. Thanks... I guess..."
Sokka smiled. "And you know this whole thing was my idea all along. I am the plan guy, after all. And I was the only one of your friends who volunteered for the mission." Aang frowned. "Don't push it Sokka."
Sokka nodded nervously again. "Ok. Now can you get us out of here?" Aang looked up at the walls. "I should be able to airbend us out, even without my glider." He then wrapped his arms around Sokka, took in a deep breath, and blew it out with force, causing both him and Sokka to fly over the walls to the hole and back to the surface.
/Three Days Later/
It had been three days at sea already and Zhao was getting frustrated. He had been unable to have the prince in the way he had desired. He had either been busy sailing the boat, or looking out for the constantly patrolling earthnation ships to get any alone time with the prince. In fact, he had barely seen him except for when he threw food at him or let him go to the bathroom, mostly to throw up.
This angered Zhao greatly, and the only way he knew possible to relive the anger was a good fuck. Luckily, he thought, he had the perfect partner with him on the ship. If only he could get some alone time with him. "Tonight, no matter what, I'm going to be with him." Zhao told himself. He smiled. "Breaks over Zuko..."
Zuko lay on the bed, his hands chained to the bedframe, and his feet chained together. He had been having slight stomach pains, but while he was in the bathroom he had checked himself in the way Ling had taught him to. He was not in labor.
He had figured out already that Zhao was in fact going to attempt to rape him. The way the admiral looked at him and the dirty talk he used while he sailed the ship confirmed Zuko's previous fears. Zuko feared this for more than just the normal reasons.
Zuko knew that a rape would be a horrible strain on his already weakened body. He feared more than anything that it would cause him to have a miscarriage. He could not imagine living through something so painful.
He had kept himself from breaking down by occupying his thoughts with memories of his home and family. Now, however, he was running out of dreams. His thoughts began to wander to his current situation.
"Jet..." He thought. "Where are you? I've been crying to you for three days now. Please hurry, or he will hurt us. He could kill the baby..." A tear ran down Zuko's eye. "Please don't let him hurt my baby..."
It suddenly hit Zuko. Even if Zhao didn't get him, when he took him back to the firenation, he and his baby were as good as dead. Even if he was able to hide his pregnancy, the baby would have to come out sometime. When that happened he and the baby would be burnt at the stake. Literally.
Zuko began to whimper. He had no idea what to do. If he tried to escape, Zhao would try to stop him. That could hurt the baby. Even if he did beat Zhao, where was he supposed to go? They were out in the middle of the ocean. And if he did get all the way to the firenation there was no way he could try to escape and survive.
It would be him against hundreds of guards. No chance. There was only one thing he could do that would not risk the life of the baby. "Just lye there and take it. Try to stay calm and wait for someone to come for me." He told himself. "Save me..." He whispered to the air.
"Damn it. It's been three days now and there is no sign of him." Jet cursed to the sky. Smellerbee and Longshot looked over at him empathetically. "Jet, I'm sure Zuko is fine..." "NO!" Jet yelled at her right in her face.
"Do you even know what could happen to him if they find out that he is pregnant?! Or if one of the guards or captain or whoever took him thinks that he is attractive?! He is my mate and I was supposed to protect him!" Jet grabbed his hair and yanked at it, then buried his face in his hands.
Longshot went out of character and walked over to Jet and hugged him. Jet's eyes shot open, as well as Smellerbee's. Longshot released Jet after a minute and they looked at each other. Jet smiled at Longshot and blushed, stroking the back of his head with his hand.
"Umm... thanks Long..." He said, embarrassed. Longshot smiled and nodded back. Smellerbee then spoke. "Jet, Zuko is a strong, and may I say, determined, bitchy person. He wouldn't give up without a fight. And he wont have to. Well find him."
Jet nodded but sighed unsurely. "Yeah, but with the baby, he might not risk it by fighting back." Smellerbee shook her head. "Don't think about that right now. Just concentrate on finding him." Jet smiled. "We will." He told her.
Just then Longshot noticed something on the horizon as he was steering. It appeared to be a small firenation ship. He quickly brought Jet's attention to it. "This is earthnation water. Why would a lone firenation scouting ship be sailing out here?" Jet asked. Both Smellerbee and Longshot raised their shoulders in an "I don't know" response.
Jet shook his head and said "It wouldn't. That's very suspicious. We should follow it, stay far enough behind so as not to be noticed until nightfall. Then we can board it and check it out." The other two Freedom Fighters nodded there heads. Jet then walked away from the two towards the front of the boat.
When he got there he sighed. "Please, let it be him." He whispered. He looked up to the sky, as if talking to it. "And please, let him be alright."
/Nightfall/
Zuko was not tired. He had spent all day lying in the bed anyway. Instead, he was worried. At night Zhao would have his chance to relax, it was unlikely that they would be spotted by a patrolling earthnation ship. So far Zhao had spent this spare time to catch up on sleeping, but there was always a chance that it would be different tonight.
Just thinking about all of the sick things Zhao could do to him made Zuko sick (as if the morning sickness wasn't enough). He shut his eyes and tried to bring his thoughts to other matters, such as the names of the different flowers in firenation palace garden. Anything but Zhao.
Zuko's eyes shot open and his thoughts were interrupted by the creaking of a door. He lifted his head to be met by the cold, lustful glare of Zhao's eyes. "Hello." The older man said simply as he walked over to Zuko. Zuko gave no response but a hateful glare.
Zhao smiled. "I hope everything has been satisfactory to you on this cruise home, my prince." He hissed out. Zuko frowned. "Actually, the company has been very disappointing." He replied sarcastically.
Zhao frowned, and sat on the edge of the bed. This caused Zuko to shift uncomfortably. Zhao noticed this. "Is something wrong, your highness?" Zuko kept his glare. "Get off of the bed." Zhao smiled. "But it is oh so comfortable..."
He then made the first move. He put his hand on Zuko's hip. Zuko cringed and tried to jerk his body out of the way from the sadistic admiral, but was unsuccessful (due to the binds). Zhao rubbed his hand in a circle around the boys covered flesh.
"What good, tight muscles you have. I wonder how the skin covering them feels?" He asked as he slid his hand under the boys pants, rubbing the soft skin where his hip was. "Stop it!" Zuko yelled at the older man, but Zhao did anything but stop.
Instead, he forced himself on top of Zuko and planted his harsh, dry lips on Zuko's tender, soft ones. "MPH!" Zuko yelped into his assailant's lips. Zhao then moved his hand from the boy's hip to the boy's member.
Zuko gasped as he felt the older man's grip around his most tender area. He had only been touched there by one other person besides himself, and he had intended on keeping it that way. When Zuko's mouth opened, Zhao forced his tongue inside of it.
He tasted the young prince underneath him and explored his mouth. "Delicious..." He thought to himself. He wanted more. He stuck his tongue as far as it would go into Zuko's mouth, and twisted and turned it in every direction possible.
After a minute, Zhao broke off the kiss. Both he and Zuko gasped from the rough denial of oxygen. Zuko was now both pissed off beyond words, and scared out of his mind. "You sick fuck!" He yelled at Zhao. "You'll never get away with this! When Jet finds you'll he'll rip you limb from limb, but not before my uncle burns you to a crisp!"
Zhao laughed. "You amuse me Prince Zuko, but I'm afraid this conversation must be cut short. We have other things to attend to." He then, much to Zuko's relief, slid off the boy. He also removed his hand from Zuko's pants.
He stood next to Zuko, and began to undress himself. As he did, Zuko uttered every obscene word he had ever heard or knew, hopping that it would discourage the bastard from his goal. Instead, it seemed to amuse him more.
When Zhao was completely nude, he leaned in, grabbed Zuko's face, and kissed him again. "You like?" He asked as he revealed himself to the Prince. Zuko gagged, and Zhao laughed. "Your turn." He whispered in Zuko's ear, and walked over to the end of the bed and sat on it.
He then released Zuko's legs from the chains, only to start removing his clothing. Zuko took this chance to kick Zhao as hard as he could in the middle of the forehead. Zhao fell backwards onto the floor and grabbed his head.
"Why you bitch!" He screamed as he jumped back on the bed and ripped off Zuko's pants and undergarments before Zuko could blink. He then sat on top of Zuko's shins so as to prevent him from kicking again. "You've just made this a lot harder on yourself." He hissed as he took out a knife, causing Zuko to quiver.
He slid the dull side of the blade from Zuko's nude hip to his shoulder, allowing the blade to slide under Zuko's shirt and cut it off of him. Zhao then sat on top of the shaking prince, admiring his many features.
He also noticed the small bulge in Zuko's stomach. "Zuko, I'll be frank with you. You've gotten fat." He joked. Zuko was petrified. This was really going to happen. No one was coming to save him. He would have to try to stop Zhao himself.
'Pp..please Zhao...stop..." he managed to squeak out. Zhao laughed, and leaned in close to Zuko. "What was that? I couldn't hear you?" Zuko shut his eyes. "Please Zhao...I'll do anything you ask...anything but this...if you will just stop..." Zhao shook his head. "No, I think I'm quite satisfied the way things are."
He then moved back down to Zuko's member. Smiling, he began to stroke it. Zuko arched his back and cried out. This only made Zhao grasp his member and pump it. Zuko began to incoherently beg Zhao to stop and let him go, but Zhao considered his cries to be as good as foreplay.
When Zuko was near climax, Zhao stopped. Zuko sighed weakly in relief, hopping that the admiral had finished his torture. He was wrong. Zhao only propped himself up, and moved Zuko into a more accessible position.
He jerked Zuko up, and spread his legs. Zuko began to really cry, and his begging became louder and faster. "NO ZHAO! PLEASE! I AM BEGGING YOU! STOP IT!" He cried out repeatedly. Zhao only positioned himself, and began to massage Zuko's hips.
He then put the tip of his member at Zuko's entrance. Zuko was losing his mind with shock and fear for his unborn baby by now, and had no idea what else to do. "Prepare yourself." Zhao told the terrified teenager he was about to rape. "This is going to really hurt."
"I'M PREGNANT!" Zuko finally screamed out. Zhao laughed hysterically to the point of crying. He then wiped the small tears from his eyes and asked "what did you say?" Zuko, eyes shut and body quivering, repeated "I'm pregnant." Zhao shook his head as he giggled.
"That's what I thought you said. You'd say anything to prevent this, wouldn't you?" Zuko opened his eyes and shook his head. "No, I really am pregnant!" Zhao smiled. "You're really not so stupid to think that I would actually believe you, now are you? How the hell could you be pregnant? I can clearly see that you are male." Zhao replied, pointing to Zuko's member.
Zuko sighed. "I'm an intersexual. I am both male and female, except my womb is on the inside of my body, and my male organ is on the outside." Zhao frowned. He had actually heard of this before. It was rare, but it was real. "If you are pregnant, prove it." He demanded. "How the hell am I supposed to do that?" Zuko yelled back at him.
Zhao was dumbfounded. How was Zuko supposed to prove it? He glared down at the prince, angered that this conversation was preventing him from his much desired fuck. He had an idea, though not a very good one.
Zhao let Zuko's legs relax, and got out of rape position and instead sat on top of Zuko's shins again. He then moved his hands to Zuko's stomach, and, putting a little pressure on it, felt it up. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Zuko cussed at him, unsure why the admiral was so stupid.
"Shut up." Was Zhao's only reply. He moved his hands up and down the little bulge in Zuko's stomach. He felt something inside of him, a lump. Fat was not lumpy, it was squishy. Zuko was not fat, it was something else that was making his stomach bulge like that.
"Oh fuck." Zhao said. He looked the prince in the eyes with a glare that could kill a hundred earthbending soldiers. "You little slut!" He cussed at the teen. "You fucking whore! I knew you were doing it with that earthnation peasant! I just didn't know you were stupid enough to get yourself knocked up!"
Zuko gave no response. He was in a mixture of shock and anger that he didn't know how to express with words, so he remain silent. Zhao got off of him (much to his relief), and sat on the edge of the bed thinking.
"I could just take him home and tell his father. He would be executed before he had a chance to scream. But then I would never get to have him. But I can't have him now, can I?" It suddenly hit Zhao. "Why the hell should this make a difference? So he is pregnant, big whoop! I can still do what ever I wish with him."
Zhao smiled mischievously at Zuko. Zuko looked at him with fear and disgust. "Zuko, you really have put me in a tight spot with this pregnancy." Zhao spoke to the prince. "But I don't think that a little thing like a fetus should keep us from being together."
"WHAT?!" Zuko yelled at the older man. "YOUR GOING TO FUCK ME WHILE I'M PREGNANT?!" Zhao laughed. "Why not?" He asked the prince. "Because you could hurt my baby! I could loose it!"
Zhao just shrugged. "So? All the better for the both of us. With no baby your father may spare your life, and then I could ask him if I could keep you as a personal slave. I think that would be an appropriate punishment for you, and I doubt that your father would object. Then we could be together forever!" Zhao smiled at his new and wonderful plan.
Zuko only stared at him in disgust. "You sick, fucking, murderous, rapist, baby killing bastard!" He cursed at the older man. Zhao just shrugged. "Don't worry, once the little bastard is gone I wont tell your father that it was ever conceived." He smiled, and crawled back over to Zuko.
Zuko fought back with all of his might. He firebended to the best of his abilities, shooting small flames at and burning his assailant as much as he could. This was very unsuccessful, the older bender was easily able to dodge the younger's attacks.
It was only a matter of minutes before Zuko was worn out and panting. He knew if he wanted to keep his baby that he wouldn't be able to keep this up. The admiral smiled as Zuko relaxed onto the bed taking deep breaths. "It's good you've given up. Things will be a lot easier if you just keep on submitting to my will."
He then moved back into the position he had been in before the 'incident,' and stuck the head of his penis gently against the princes entrance. "Please Zhao..." Zuko whispered out weakly. "Don't worry," the admiral replied, "I plan on making you come too..."
He then pushed his head inside of Zuko. Zuko screamed as loud as he could as he felt the tip of the hard member enter his body. His cries were not in vain.
Jet boarded the small ship with ease. He looked on the tiny deck for any signs of life, but was unable to find any. "They must have all gone to bed..." He thought to himself. He stalked over to the first room of the ship, and listened for any noises.
It was muffled and hard to hear, but Jet swore to himself that he heard crying. He pushed his head up against the wall, only to jerk it back in a few seconds due to the loudest scream he had ever heard in his whole life. He recognized the voice of the screamer.
"ZUKO!" He called out, and ran over to the door and kicked it down with one big movement. What he saw before him enraged him more than he had ever been before in his whole life. Even more than the face of the bastard who had murdered his parents.
Zuko jerked his head up and looked pitifully at the boy before him when he heard the crashing noise of the fallen door. He had never been so embarrassed or ashamed in his entire life. Not even when his father had burnt his face in front of all those people.
Here he was, naked, blood seeping from his bounds, face stained with tears, lying on a dirty bed with a man nearly three times his age sticking his dick inside of him. Zuko felt a pain surge through his stomach.
Jet flew at his lovers attacker and slammed him away from Zuko and into the wall. He then took out his hood swords, and prepared to cut the rapist in half. His attack was halted by a large flame flying towards his head. He ducked out of the way, and watched with horror as the blaze came dangerously near to his beaten love.
Zuko quivered with fear and held in a scream, (so as not to distract Jet from his fight) as fire landed next to him on the bed. He was able to deflect it from burning him, but he feared that next time he would not be so lucky.
He felt another sharp pain surge through his stomach. "I need to stay calm." He told himself, and he took in a deep breath. He shut his eyes, and tried to shut out the sounds of the battle going on near him by singing a lullaby that his mother had used to calm him in his head.
"Good night, sleep tight
No more tears
In the, morning
I'll be here
And when we say, good night
Dry your eyes
Because, we said
Good night
And not
Good bye"
The irony of the song was undoubtable.
Jet knew that he had to get his opponent away from Zuko and out onto the deck, or else Zuko may get hurt. This would be easy since the other man was already running after him with full force and a flame big enough to engulf his entire body.
He ran out of the room and onto the deck where he managed to dodge the bender's attack. He made a few lunges at the older man, but was unable to hit him. The bender made some of his own assaults, only to end up with the same results.
Jet knew that he would not be able to defeat the bender this way. Instead, he pushed the man closer and closer to the edge of the boat. Zhao did not notice this. Jet then made one final lunge, and as Zhao dodged it (just as Jet knew he would), and fell right into the ocean.
Jet then took this chance to slash the bender on his right shoulder as he struggled to get back onto the boat. He screamed out in pain, and fell into the water. He splashed for a little while, then sunk under the blood filled salt water. Jet waited for any signs of movement, and with none he ran to go help out his love.
Zuko cried out and jerked as he felt a hand touch his face. "No no! Zuko, it's me! Jet!" Jet said, trying to calm him down. "J..J...Jet?" Zuko stuttered out, and opened his eyes. It was in fact, Jet. Tears ran out of Zuko's eyes as he remembered what Jet must have seen.
"No...Zuko don't cry." Jet whispered as he unlocked the chains binding his love to the bedframe. "I love you so much...don't cry..." He leaned in, and planted a gentle kiss on Zuko's forehead. Zuko calmed down with his savior soft words and softer lips.
Jet then pulled the cloak off of his shoulders (he had become quite fond of it since all they had been through together) and wrapped up Zuko's naked, bruised body in it. Zuko stopped quivering with the sensation of the warm cloth wrapping around him, and his lover's strong arms lifting him off the bed.
Zuko lay his head up against Jet's chest as he carried him off of the ship and onto their boat. "Jet! What happened?!" Smellerbee called out to Jet as she noticed his partner wrapped up in his arms and being carried on the ship.
"Let's just go home." Jet replied simply to her as he walked into the bedroom of their ship. He shut the door behind him with his foot and carried Zuko through another door into the bathroom. He shut that door also, then lay Zuko on the floor.
Zuko said nothing and made no protest. He simply lay there tired on the floor. He had become to weakened from the assault to do little more than breath and try to keep himself calm. Jet turned on the water to the large wooden tub in the bathroom.
He then used some rocks to light the coals underneath it so as to warm the water. He let the tub fill half way with water then shut it off. He then waited a few minutes until it was warm before he crawled over to Zuko.
He gently pulled his love from the cloak and carried him to the tub. Zuko looked on with more love and vulnerability than he had ever felt before. Jet then picked up a rag and soap lying in a small wooden box next to the tub and washed Zuko.
When he was done he picked Zuko up out of the tub, dried him off, rub some sweet smelling oil (used for relaxation after a bath) onto him, bandaged up his wounds, and carried him to the mattress back in the bedroom.
He then lay next to his love on the mattress and wrapped his arms around Zuko, holding him close to his own body. "I will never let you go again..." He whispered gently into Zuko's ear, and shut his eyes tightly to prevent himself from crying.
Zuko shut his eyes too, and pushed his head underneath Jet's, onto Jet's neck. "I love you..." He whispered to his mate. They both lay there silently, without speaking another word all night, immersed in their love and gratitude for each other.
I know it's been a while since I updated, but I am being hoarded by school work and finals so I think that for at least the next three weeks I'll probably only be able to update on weekends. Sorry. And that song I used for Zuko's lullaby is actually a few of the lyrics form Evanescence's song "Goodnight." Good song.
Yes, technically Zhao did rape Zuko. Even though he never went all the way in and never ejaculated he still penetrated him. Poor Zuko. And because of Zuko's determination not to shock his body he kept the baby. Yeah! I'm not sure if Zhao is dead yet or not. We'll all just have to wait and see...
I like that joke that Zhao said.
"But I don't think that a little thing like a fetus should keep us from being together."
Fetuses are little...ha ha...little...fetus...ha
Ok, so I'm stupid. I just wanted everyone to get that. It doesn't sound like a joke and I wanted to make everyone laugh through Zuko's most traumatic event of his life. You can all cuss at me in your reviews.
