The boy looked around the room. There was no way out. Only the front door, but The Prince had locked it.

"No, no no!" He shouted and slammed his fists into the metal door. "I need to get out of here!"

He turned away and walked around. "Think...think. God there is no use!" He sighed heavily, falling to his knees, clutching his head. He stared at the floor for some time, grinding his teeth in anger. "God dammit!"

The door opened again, in what seemed to be forever to the boy. He was now laying on the floor, staring blankly at the metal ceiling. He didn't even turn his head to see who was coming in. He knew. It was the Prince.

"Boy, what are you doing down there?" The Prince asked, walking up to him.

No answer.

The Prince walked right up to him, and looked down.

"I asked you a question."

"And I have decided not to answer."

"Oh, I see, well, let me know when you want to talk." The Prince said, and walked over to his bed, and began to remove his top layer of armor.

The boy tilted his head over to watch him. He blushed madly as the Prince finally took his top armor off, and then the shirt under it. He watched as he stretched out, and laid on the bed. He wanted to get up, and lay on top of him, but he held back the urge. He stayed still, and looked back at the ceiling.

Nothing happened for some time, then the boy got up. But didn't go anywhere. The Prince leaned his head over, and looked at the boy.

"Want to play with me?" He asked.

"No."

"Alright, but you will." He smirked, then turned over on his side,facing the wall.

Would he? Would he really want to play with him? The thought made his stomach turn over. He turned his back to the Prince, and stared at the door. He stood still for a bit, then he slowly pulled off his shirt. Why? He really didn't know. It was quite warm in the room, but he would never dream of taking his shirt off. In front of Zuko at that. He quickly turned his head around to see if he was watching, and he wasn't, so everything was fine. He just dropped his shirt, and looked back to the door. How would he get out of there? How? What would he do? How could he escape? How could he get away from Zuko without him going after him? How could he save his sister and Aang? Oh, god. Aang and Katara! He had nearly forgotten about them! How could he do that?

He gasped, suddenly feeling someone touching him.

The Prince stood behind the now frightened boy. He put his arms around his waist, his hands going up his bare chest. He leaned his head right up to his ear, his mouth almost touching it,

"Don't be frightened, boy..." He whispered.

The boy got shivers all down his spine as the warm breath smothered his ear.

"Get off m-me..." He barley said.

The prince laughed,

"You don't really want that."

He gently ran his fingertips up his chest.

The boy's lips quivered, and he let out a soft moan. His legs wanting to cave.

The prince chuckled,

"I see I've done something to turn you on..."

He ran his fingertips down, and began to mess with the hem of his pants.

The boy gasped,

"What are you doing..." He asked softly.

"Im trying to get you to surrender your body to me."

He let go of the hem with one hand and turned the boys face in his direction, his hand under his chin. The boy stared into the Prince's eyes. He was scared, but couldn't help the feeling he was having. He leaned into the Prince's face, as the Prince did. Their lips met.

The boy melted. It was so warm, and so wonderful. Pleasure. He kissed back harder. He couldn't help himself, and the prince didn't seem to mind. He moaned, and stuck his tongue into the boy's mouth. Shocked at first, the boy didn't return the favor, but after kissing him hard again, and finding the prince's tongue back in his mouth, he stuck his into the prince's.

The prince grabbed the boy by the front of the pants, and pulled him up against his soft bare skin. The boy loved it. They kissed more passionately, more violently. The prince's hand slipping into his pants. The boy moaned, and the prince smirked under the kiss. The boy couldn't think of anything more wonderful than this. He didn't want it to stop. He wanted more.

The prince had found what he wanted in the boys pants. Ceasing it in his grasp. The boy stiffened, and the prince smirked, kissing the boy again. The boy kissed back, his hands around the prince's neck. The prince's hand began moving, still having the boy's manhood in his grasp. The boy moaned loudly.

This had triggered something. So much better than a dream, the boy thought. So much better. This was real.

Kissing the boy hard, the prince continued to play with him. The boy kissed back the best he could, moaning. He felt drunken by the prince's hand spell. He needed to sit down. His legs were going to give any minute. It was so over powering for the boy.

Faster, harder. His hand moved up and down. Caressing his prize. He had done it. The boy was his. He knew this now, as he looked quickly at the boy as he placed another kiss on his soft lips. The boy...he looked so wonderful, so happy. So..pleased. The moans were like music to his ears. The pleasure...

The prince slowed down his pace. Then releasing the boys stiff, and sticky manhood. He looked into the boys dazed blue eyes. He smirked, and put his hand to his mouth, licking off the juices from his fingers. Giving himself such a pleasured look. The boy looked as if he would die, unless he could suddenly pounce on the prince, and give himself over. The boy couldn't help himself. He was still feeling so pleased, still wanting so much more from the prince.

The prince noticed his look. Licking his finger once more, he then stroked the boys cheek, and brushed his sticky fingers against his lips. The boy opened his mouth slightly. The brushes and strokes were so soft. The prince leaned in, and kisses the boys sticky lips. The boy moaned slightly, and kissed back.

"You're a little sticky, boy..." The prince said softly, kissing him.

"Your point? Its your fault..." The boy replied harshly.

The prince blinked, and laughed. Rubbing up against him, stroking his cheek he said,

"Well, I just thought maybe a nice bath would help that. I could wash you."

The boy almost swallowed his own tongue. He felt his face begin to warm up.

"W-wash me?"

"Yes, wash you. Come now. I'll show you to the bathing room." The Prince said as he led the boy out of the room.

well now. didn't that chapter just suck ass? haha. i really am sorry for the long wait, and then leaving it off with a shitty SHORT chapter. sorry. i can't write much anymore. its sad. well uhh. sorry agian? i'll make the bath chapter much better for you guys. i kind of forgot about katara and aang being captured...oops..so we gotta think about what will happen to them.