CHAPTER RATING: M (Language, Sexually EXPLICIT Situations, Sexually EXPLICIT Dialogue)

Chapter 11: Our Little Secret

"Take him away."

"Katara!" Aang sat up. Sweat ran down his body with his heart jumping out of his chest. He wiped his drenched forehead with a forearm that was even more soaked. Refocusing, he realized that he was sitting on a bed. A nice bed.

Above him, a radiant yellow light showered the room like the sun's rays. In front of him, a door to another room with a pearl porcelain sink. Around him, he saw red walls, and red carpet; to his right, an empty wall. To his left, a glowing, barred jail cell door in front of another, unassuming door.

He looked down at what he wore. It resembled his airbender robe, the cloth wrapped around his left shoulder, leaving the right side of his chest bare. However, this was not the same robe he wore back at the Western Air Temple. Red replaced orange, and black replaced yellow.

The colors of the Fire Nation.

His head sunk. Hesitant, he turned around. Hanging on the wall, down from where he had awoken, was a red banner, emblazoned with a black flame.

Damn it. He balled his fist and struck the mattress. I'm such an idiot! He took in a deep breath, and looked around the room. Calm down, Aang. I've got to find a way out of here. He moved off the bed, the barred door was radiating heat like a fire; with reluctance, he reached out to it. The moment that he touched the steel, it felt like he had just stuck his fingers into an open flame; as if his flesh was seared from the bone. He rushed to the bathroom, anything to take away the pain.

The sink let out a soft hum. He soaked the burning hand with cold water. When the burning subsided, he gathered the water in his hands and washed his face. The cool water ran down his neck, and stained the red cloth into a darker crimson. He looked into the mirror, looked down at the faucet, and then looked at the jail door.

Let's try it.

The faucet let out a roar this time, the water flowed like torrents from a dam. Aang moved his hands, and pulled a stream towards the door's handle. With his guidance, the water snaked through the bars. It gathered around the handle, and froze.

Alright. He nodded as the ice held still. His hand moved to grasp the handle. As soon as he took hold of it, the burning returned, and he ran back towards the bathroom.

He soaked his hand in a suspended mass of water; his other hand twisting a small vortex of air. A gust of wind flew towards the door with his command. His eyes widened when he heard a click.

At least, he thought he heard a click.

Maybe I can. He let the water drop, soaking into the carpet. Turning, he gathered a ball of air in his hands, and let loose a massive breeze. The door didn't budge. But the air that passed through the door struck the wall behind it, and shot back.

The heat slammed against him, like a fist in the chest, the familiar feeling of burning followed, and he collapsed onto the bed.

It's…useless. I'm stuck here until...

He heard a click. The hinges of a door began to groan, and he saw a large, muscular man with padded, black gloves step into the room. Aang returned to his feet.

"Who are you?!" He asked.

"Get back." The guard answered in a low monotone voice. Aang stepped to the other side of the bed. "Keep going." The man nodded when Aang's back was against the cold wall. "Stay there."

"Where am I?! Where are my friends?!" Aang shouted to no reply. The door opened again, and a young woman with a tray stepped into the room. The guard opened the burning barred door with his gauntleted hand.

"Stay back." He commanded.

Aang bit his lip, his heels now touching the wall.

The woman placed the tray of food onto the bed.

"She says that you like it." Her soft voice came towards him while she bowed. "I hope you like the new clothes, too." The guard closed the door, and the two left. Aang stepped down from his position and sat on the bed. He hadn't noticed before, but the aroma of the soup was intoxicating. With a demanding stomach, he took a spoonful of the broth.

Vegetarian. Ha.

Even in this situation, he couldn't help but let loose an ironic chuckle.

…

Azula's First Visit

How long have I been here…? He asked himself. His eyes bore a hole into the ceiling; the yellow light hadn't dimmed for hours as he stared at it. He could have lost his vision, but at this point he didn't care. He wouldn't see Katara, and if he couldn't see her, his vision didn't matter.

He took in steady breaths, smooth inhales, and heavy exhales.

The door clicked. And he sat up.

"Get back." The same guard entered the room.

"Yeah." Aang replied with a wave of his hand. "I get it now." He stood again with his heels at the wall. "Who's visiting me now?"

"Lift your hands to your sides."

"Why?"

"No questions. Do it." Aang took a deep breath, but raised them. "Higher." Aang complied. "Now spread your legs wider."

The guard flipped a switch, and steel wrapped around the young avatar's wrists and ankles.

"What the hell is this?!" He struggled against the steel, to no avail. "Who the hell are…"

She stepped through the door.

"You." He finished with a scowl. Azula was dressed in the same armor she wore when she was hunting him. With light steps, she entered the room. "I really am an idiot. I can't believe that I trusted you." He saw her smile, eyebrows lifted, mocking him. "All this time, it was a lie. You were a lie."

"That's not true." She sunk into the mattress, crossed her legs, and leaned back onto the palms of her hands. "I helped you…didn't I?"

"Yeah. You helped alright…You helped me get captured." His fists were clenched behind his bonds. "Where's Katara?! Where are my friends?!" He shouted. The guard stepped forth, only to be stopped by Azula's raised hand.

"They're fine. I assure you, as long as you cooperate with me, they'll be fine." She returned to a sitting position.

"You told me that you wanted to change." He gritted his teeth as he spoke. "Zuko was right. I should have left you in Ba Sing Se. I should have let you rot!"

"I have changed." She replied in a light voice. "The old me tried to kill you. Here, I let you live." She extended her arms out. "I gave you a nice room, new clothes, a comfortable bed, and I even made you something to eat. Personally. Nothing like the hell I was put through in Ba Sing Se." She leaned over, took hold of the spoon, and let her tongue slide across it. "Did you like it?" He didn't want to admit it, but yes, he did. She placed the spoon down back into the bowl. "...And don't worry. It wasn't like the Blue Dragon Lotus. I won't need the Blue Dragon Lotus this time."

"What?" Azula ignored his question.

She uncrossed her legs. Her footsteps were heavy as she walked up to him; her breath fell upon his neck as she leaned in closer. "I did change, and do you know what that change is…" Her voice became even quieter. "…Avatar?" With a deep breath, the sweet scent of her perfume entered his lungs. His eyes closed, and his head fell low. "What's the one thing that can drive you to get what you want most?" Her words were venom, but her voice was as smooth as silk.

"Do you know what I want most?" Her breath fell on his ear, her voice built in him, and then came crashing down.

"I want you." She kissed the air next to his cheek. He didn't meet her gaze; he couldn't bring himself to open his eyes. "I'll come again." He heard her footsteps fading. "Make your decision by then."

"At least..." He took another breath that filled his nostrils with her scent. "Tell me how you set us up. I deserve that much before you leave."

Azula removed an aged piece of parchment from her back pocket.

"The Fire Lily. Holds the Breath in the Blue Sky. At the Boundless Cliff." He grinned. "Damn it Sokka. You should have kept your eyes open."

"He should have." She tossed the small square onto the bed.

The door closed, and he fell to the floor when he heard the switch click.

…

Azula's Second Visit

Aang didn't know if it was day, or night. The yellow light that hung above him didn't even falter. Not a single moment or flicker of darkness occurred in this room. More time passed, time that slogged on in a slow march of silence. The brightness was oppressive; even his eyelids were unable to prevent the light from keeping him awake. The only thing he was waiting for was the sound that would announce her arrival. The sound he was waiting for, the only sound that would tell him that something, anything was going to happen. The-

click.

"Get up." The familiar hoarse voice came.

"..."

"Get up!"

"..."

"Get up! NOW!"

"Make me."

The door opened, and Aang flipped up to his feet. He turned to face…Five guards before him. One tackled him to the ground, and forced him onto the wall. The others restrained him, and he found himself bound again by steel.

"It's my pleasure." The large man replied. Aang reared and spat a projectile of spit and blood into the man's eye.

"You little shit!" The man snarled. He wrapped his massive hands around Aang's neck, and began to squeeze. The air was leaving his lungs, and the world was losing focus.

"Stop!" He heard a voice, and the pressure loosened. "Who gave you permission to hurt him?!"

"Princess! I was merely making him pay for his insolence. Please…F-Forgive me." Aang heard a loud slap.

"I should make you pay. No one touches him! Do you understand?!"

"Y-Yes, Princess…I understand."

"Good." He heard the guard let out a harsh breath. "Now leave us. You are not to disturb me for the next eight hours."

"Yes, Princess." Another guard answered. When he opened his eyes, he saw Azula sitting on the bed, in a dark scarlet robe, that left nothing to the imagination.

From the corner of his eye, he saw the guard who was going to strangle him being dragged off, bleeding from his chest.

"You're welcome." A smile stretched across her blood-red lips. In her hand, she held an equally red dagger. "Now…" She leaned in further, and teased him by pulling on her robe. "Did you make your decision?"

He looked away.

"Tell me, Aang, did you decide?" He twitched when he heard his name in her sultry tone of voice. The dagger pierced the wall, and then Azula's robe collapsed onto the floor..

"…"

"Let me help you decide." Azula nestled her head on his shoulder, letting her breath fall upon his neck. He opened his eyes, and looked down upon her black and red bra and panties. His own heart began to pulse like a wild animal when he saw her hand slide down her stomach, and into those panties.

He absorbed her moans into his ears; the sound of the soft cries in her velvet voice, the scent of her skin, the heat from her body. All of it was calling to him, tempting him, seducing him.

Azula pushed her body against him, her breath was unsteady, and he could feel that she was shivering. She pressed a hand against his ribs, and he felt an electric shot rise from his spine up towards his neck.

He took a deep breath, and hung by his bonds. She let out a breath, and brought her soaking fingers to his mouth. She ran the liquid across his lips, and his tongue followed the bitter-sweet trail that she created.

"That wasn't a hard decision, was it?"

"No...It wasn't." The answer was forced through his voice.

Her lips trailed up his neck. She brought her lips to his, and he turned...

He turned towards her.

"You're not a prisoner, if you enjoy it." She pressed a small, inconspicuous block next to him, and he floated to the ground. "Are you still a prisoner?"

She brought her lips to kiss him.

Another shock ran up his spine.

And he met her lips first. She shuddered in surprise and let out a cry when he picked her up by her thighs, and laid her down onto the bed. She moaned as he caressed her body; his hand gliding down her stomach, and sliding into her panties.

He pulled away and saw her devilish smile.

"Making the first move? What would Kata-" She spoke with a cockiness that made his blood boil with anger.

"Don't say her name." His flat tone of voice shot back with burning eyes of frustration.

"Why no-ah..." Her words disappeared into a moan as his fingers continued to move, coming together, and then spreading apart.

He tried to stop, but couldn't bring himself to do so. A weakened hand brushed against his face, and he met her gasping lips with his own. The sweet scent dragging him deeper into pure desire.

Her tongue pushed against his. With every moment, he felt her strength waning. She was becoming overwhelmed. In a gasp, she planted her feet into the bed, and pushed her hips up into the air.

Her cry of his name rumbled through him. Azula fell back onto the bed, Aang ran his finger down her once more, before pulling away her wet panties, and tossing them aside.

He felt a fist wrap around the cloth of his robe.

"You surprise me with your aggression." Her quivering voice came. She pulled him closer, and kissed his cheek. "But I can be aggressive, too." She whispered before slamming him onto the bed, and tapping his chest with a sharp nail.

"I love being aggressive." Azula smirked with a finger sliding down his torso, ripping his robe along the way. A fire seemed to burn in the palm of her hand, a fire that engulfed his body when she took hold of him.

She was taunting him, daring him to try and resist her... her...Beautiful devilish grin, and those seductive, soft hands that didn't stop caressing him until she held him fully erect.

"What are you thinking Avatar?" She teased. "Do you want me to...?"Azula opened her month, and let a wet tongue run across her tantalizing, crimson lips.

Another shock.

He nodded.

"Really?" She smiled.

Another electric shock ran up and stopped at his throat, forcing vibrations to speak in his voice.

"Y-Yes, Azula. I do. Please. I-I need you." It whimpered.

"That's what I like to hear." The words slithered into his ears as she began to descend. Her tongue made contact with the tip of his member. He took in a gasp as a wave of pleasure moved from his core to wash over him. Her tongue continued to snake around his length, pushing him closer and closer.

She moved down, and began to take him into her mouth. The heat began to surround him, creeping from his core and flooded through his nerves. She took him in completely, he sunk into the bed, all strength, all resistance given in to blissful weakness and acceptance.

Azula continued, closing her lips around the base of his member, slithering her tongue around him, while taking him in deeper. Her voice rumbled in a moan, and sent vibrations through him from the back of her throat.

He bucked, and felt his muscles tighten. Multiple electric surges passed through his nerves as he reached his climax.

Azula sat unnerved and unmoving; taking everything that he released into her mouth. A tongue skid across her lips again as she moved closer. Aang felt his eyelids becoming heavy. She placed a hand on his chest, he felt another shock, and fell flat on his back.

"What did you do to me?" He mustered all the strength he could, but heard no reply before his eyes closed.

...

He awoke to what he assumed was at least eight hours later, Azula was gone, and the only remnant of her presence was a piece of parchment. Aang opened the folded paper, and read it to himself

"This will be our little secret." He looked down at the bottom of the page, and there was her name, burned into the paper.

"What can drive you to get what you want most, huh?" He crushed the paper in his hand, and tossed it against the wall.

He rested his elbows on his knees, and held his face in his hands.

What's wrong with me?

He let the silent tears fall, soaking into the carpet.

What did I just do?

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, Katar-"

He stopped.

He didn't want to say her name.

He didn't want to hear her name.

He didn't want her to know what he had done to her.

He didn't want Katara to know that he loved everything that Azula had done to him.

PUBLISHED ON: 8/19/2014

A/N:

"I put your picture away…"

"…sat down and cried today…"

"…I can't look at you...while I'm lying…Next to her…"

-Kid Rock feat. Sheryl Crow – "Picture"