Day #6: Scars
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At some point, the scar had gone from being his mark of shame to his mark of triumph. He'd never expected it to be considered "sexy", but almost immediately after they became lovers Aang had decided that's what it was.
"I'm glad Katara didn't heal it," Aang said, "you wouldn't be my Sifu Hotman without it!" Zuko rolled his eyes.
"How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?" Though truth be told, he didn't hate it that much anymore. "But I don't think it would've worked anyway," he said, running a finger along the scar on Aang's back; Aang shivered at the sudden sensation.
"You know what that does to me, Zuko," he whispered, turning a smouldering gaze to his lover. "Did you forget we're outside? And anyone could walk by and see us?" Zuko smirked.
"Why do you think I did it?" He tugged at Aang's robes. "I know you like it when there's a risk of getting caught."
"I do not," Aang insisted, but the Fire Lord knew his Avatar all too well by now. Their relationship was the worst-kept secret in the Fire Nation, and Aang had long since abandoned his fear of being discovered.
"Liar," Zuko hissed, pulling his shirt open and running his fingers along Aang's back again. Aang shivered, reaching for the closures of his lover's pants.
"If you want to be on top tonight, you have to stop doing that," he chided, and let Zuko draw him down for a deep kiss as the rest of their clothes fell to the ground.