Kiryu had admired Fire Lord Zuko long before he even met the man, but his admiration grew once he started working as a guard at the palace and spent so much time around him. Despite only being 20 years old, he was the greatest ruler the Fire Nation had in generations, and there was more than enough evidence to suggest that he would become the best Fire Lord they could ask for - some people even called him Phoenix King, giving him the title his father had failed to claim for himself. He had continued to push their nation to reach it's full potential and valued their strength and power, but didn't accept any kind of disdain or hatred for the other nations, or for anyone to deny that the war they started he brought the world nothing but suffering. He was stern, but kind. Always admirable, and a little scary when he wanted to be.

His sister, however, princess Azula... She wasn't just scary, she was downright terrifying. Everyone (apart from her brother) seemed to fear her. The woman had a heart stone and her firebending abilities made her seem more like a force of nature than a warrior. She was ruthless, cunning, cold-blooded, deadly, and she was absolutely proud of being the way she was.

And Kiryu was fascinated by her for it. Her compelling, intimidated personality made her both the object of his affection, and his worst nightmare. It certainly didn't hurt that she was by far the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

But he had long given up on the illusion that she could ever see consider being with him. Whenever he'd compliment her, she'd barely have any reaction. The most he had ever gotten was a sly smile when he got particularly drunk bold at a party and asked her if, maybe, if he was a nobleman and as strong a warrior as she was, she could have at least considered seeing him as a worthy suitor. He was lucky she had been in a good mood, and simply toyed with him, rubbing his back, and telling him, in that sultry voice of hers, that she didn't want to give him any false hope, for if things were different, there was only one man for her.

Kiryu didn't have to ask who she was talking about. He had always known the rumors about Azula and Zuko true. The princess looked at her brother with what could only be described as pure adoration, and she always smiled when she mentioned her 'mysterious' lover, and talked about him in the same oddly sweet she used to talk about Zuko.

The Fire Lord was the only worthy suitor she could ever have, while he was nothing more than a loyal dog that followed her around and, sometimes, was given a little attention. Any affection she gave him was simply a way of toying with him, messing with his mind for her own amusement, and nothing would ever come of it.

Oh, how wrong he was.

One night, Fire Lord Zuko called him to his chambers, and Kiryu immediately obeyed, wondering what he would need of him so late. The second he opened the door, he saw the princess sitting on her brother's bed, looking much happier than usual.

Zuko however, looked absolutely enraged.

"Get in, and close the door" his king commanded, and Kiryu did as he was told, feeling like he was walking into a trap. Zuko walked up to him, towering over the young man "I've heard some appalling rumors, Kiryu. That you were trying to pursue my sister."

The three of them knew very well what Zuko truly meant. Azula was his queen, his wife in everything but name. There was no doubt in his mind that they had no intention of keeping their relationship 'a secret' forever.

Yet he still had been foolish enough to think his 'harmless', doomed pursue of Azula wouldn't bother the Fire Lord. Kind, wise, ruler or not, Zuko was a man in love. He wouldn't accept that anyone else wanted his lover for themselves, not even a someone that was no threat to him.

"I meant no disrespect to either of you, My Lord. I didn't know you two were involved" it was an obvious lie, but he had to try.

Zuko responded by punching him in the face. Azula laughed, got up, and stood next to her brother "Satisfied, Zuzu?"

The Fire Lord slapped her right across the face, the strike so powerful the princess nearly fell to the floor, and so sudden that the guard was frozen in place, trying to process what had just happened. Was this the first time he had hit his sister or had it happened before? Was kindness nothing but a facade so people wouldn't know what he was truly like? Was Azula in danger? How would she retaliate?

To his surprise, the princess brought a hand to her cheek, and gave her brother a malicious smirk that sent shivers down Kiryu's spine. He watched as Azula ran to Zuko's arms and kissed him passionately. He saw as the Fire Lord grabbed her hair and forced her to pull back and turn her back to him. And as two pairs of golden eyes stared at him, Kiryu's mind kept screaming at him to run, but he was hypnotized by the scene playing out in front of him.

"My little sister knows her place very well, but it looks like you need a bit more evidence to fully understand who she belongs to"

Kiryu's jaw hit the floor as the Fire Lord started to tear his sister's clothes, fully exposing her beauty - and the bruises, hickeys, scars, and bite marks that were tainting her pale skin with light shades of red and purple. The guard felt disgusted at himself for getting aroused at the sight. Zuko had hurt her badly. What kind of monster would do that to the woman he claimed to love?

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Azula's gasps and moans. Her brother was sucking on her neck, and his hands were roaming her body, groping and massaging her breasts, caressing her thighs and stomach, grabbing and slapping her ass, sneaking in between her legs and teasing her wet cunt. She trembled with every touch, shamelessly rubbing up against him, smirking, and playing with his hair.

"Oh, Zuzu..."

Zuko made her turn around again and pushed her to the floor. Kiryu cringed as Azula's back hit the floor, and got even harder as he heard her cry out in pain, then call her brother's name as she spread her legs for him. The Fire Lord quickly took off his clothes, got on top of her and started thrusting hard and fast... while wrapping his hands around his sister's throat, not allowing her to breathe even as she used all of her strength to beg for it.

Kiryu didn't move a muscle to 'save' the princess. Even though part of him was still horrified at what he was seeing and couldn't understand how anyone could enjoy what Azula was enduring, there was no doubt in his mind that she was enjoying it. He saw her smirk when Zuko started choking her, the devilish way how her eyes lit up as she could no longer get any air, and he had watched her train more than enough to know that she wasn't truly trying to break her brother's grasp on her neck.

Still, he felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off his shoulder's when Zuko finally let her breathe again. And once the Azula had gotten enough air and pulled her brother in for a fiery kiss, Kiryu simply couldn't control himself anymore. He freed his cock from his pants and started masturbating as he watched the princess being ravished and begging for more. It didn't take more than a few minutes for him to come, listening to Azula's loud, desperate moans.

"Fuck me! Please, Zuko! Fuck me as hard as you can!" she screamed, earning a perverted smile from her brother and tearing up as he got even rougher with her, the sound of their hips slamming against each other echoing through the room.

The princess convulsed violently underneath her lover as he fucked her through her orgasm, not stopping until she climaxed again. Zuko finally let himself fall, not pulling out, kissing and embracing his sister like she was the most precious thing in the whole world. At that moment, at the sight of those loving smiles, gentle touches, tender looks and sweet kisses, Kiryu fully understood that what he had witnessed was much more than simply a possessive man conquering the woman he was obsessed with. It had been a game between two lovers who knew very well no one could ever separate them nor steal one from the other. He had never been a real threat, nor had the princess been toying with him - she used him as a way to toy with her brother.

Without a word, he tried to make himself look at least somewhat presentable and left the room, but not before giving one last look at the royal pair, seeing them fully wrapped in each other, as if he and the rest of the world had never existed at all.