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

A/N: You can sum up this chapter in one word...

Chapter 12: Captivity, Part I: Manipulation

Aang opened his eyes, and before him saw the celestial clouds of the Boundless Sky. He took in a calming breath, basking in the spiritual freedom of the realm. His body may be locked up, but at least Azula wouldn't be able to invade his mind. But getting away from a confined prison cell wasn't his only reason for returning to the Sky.

The hope inside him was always whispering.

Katara will be there...Katara will be there...

All I have to do is wait. I know she's smart enough to meet me here.

He waited, and waited. Katara never appeared before him, and doubts began to creep into his mind.

What if Azula is holding everyone hostage? What if that's the reason why Katara hasn't gotten into contact with me? What if...

A presence appeared behind him, a chill crawled up his spine, and then he heard her voice.

"What are you trying to do here?" He didn't turn to face her. "Are you planning to escape?" Her hands fell upon his shoulders, and slid down his chest as she moved closer. "You don't want to escape, Avatar." She whispered into his ear. "Stay here." Her breath fell hot onto him. "Stay with me. Because I love you…" With a deep inhale, followed by a long exhale, she added: "…And you love me."

…

He opened his eyes, and found himself bound to the wall, as he was before. In this familiar prison cell he inhabited, Azula stood in front of him as he hung by his limbs.

"Did you enjoy your dream?" Her seductive voice focused in his ears.

"..." Azula stood before him in another revealing dress.

"Come now, Avatar." She circled her finger around his heart. "I am the only human contact that you have. Don't push me away."

He felt a shock, and saw a hint of lightning skip across his bare arms.

"You can firebend again." He whispered. She opened her palm, and let the azure sparks dance within her hand.

"Was the note too obvious?" She smiled. "I told you, all you need to firebend, is desire."

"No." He shot back. "That's not all." He offered her a hopeless smile. "I wasn't ready. I hesitated, failed to take away your bending, and now, you even created something that could-"

"Did you enjoy it?" She interrupted. "Did you enjoy seeing me in your subconscious thoughts?" The lightning cracked in her fingers, and struck him.

"I would have loved it, if I could have stayed asleep." his voice forced out.

"Is that so?" She whispered. "That's not what I expected to hear, but I have a response for you."

She grabbed his arm, and he felt a shock. His muscles loosened, and he lost all sensation in his arms and legs. His skin began to crawl, his ears began to focus, and his body began to burn.

"You've woken up from your dream." Her whispers were even sharper than before, and cut away at him with every syllable. "Now, let's fulfill that fantasy of yours...again."

His bonds disappeared, and when he could focus, his tired, baggy eyes were looking up at the oppressive, yellow light. His limbs were still lifeless, and his mind was still foggy.

"Why are you keeping me here?" He slurred in his cloudy state of mind. "Please...Let me go." He pleaded. She pinned his arms down deeper into the bed as she sat on his lap.

"There's no need to be embarrassed." He looked away as she began to move her hips. Through the fabric of their clothing, he could feel himself growing with her urging. "It's not like we haven't done this before."

"What do you want from me? Why am I still locked up here?" Her fingers traced open his robe. "What am I? Your personal sex slave?!"

A silence hung in the air, a silence accompanied by her beautiful devilish grin.

"What I want, my little Avatar." She rubbed her thumb on his cheek. "Is for you to want me." With her hypnotic eyes, she stared into his soul, caressing his scowl with her sapphire glowing thumb. "I want you to need me."

"You're going to..."

"I'm going to haunt your senses. In your mind, you'll only think of me. In your sleep, you'll only dream of me." Her hand began to slide down his torso. "With your touch, you'll only want to feel me." Warmth began to hover over his core.

"..."

"No witty retort?" She mocked. "It looks like it's already working."

"You're sick." He looked away. And she stopped.

"...And you love it, don't you?" She smiled and kissed his cheek.

Azula moved off of him after her poisonous delivery, and made her way out the door, teasing him in the most torturous way.

He looked up at the ceiling, laying on his back for hours; waiting for control to return to his limbs, and waiting for his now painful erection to go away with her.

But most agonizing of all was the last thought that crossed his mind.

I do.

...

When he opened his eyes again, he was in the same position; control of his limbs had not returned. Azula was sitting in his lap; once again, tempting him.

"Were you looking forward to this?" She began to disrobe, pulling away the black fabric that obscured her smooth, perfect skin.

He bit his lip.

"Don't be so cold, Avatar." She whispered. "Don't you remember what I said? You wouldn't want to push away your only human contact, would you?" She leaned her bare chest on his torso, letting her voluptuous bust push against him. "I wonder, what would Kata-"

"DON'T SAY HER NAME!" He scowled, more in misery than in anger. "Don't…Say…It."

Her smile widened.

"Why not?" She whispered into his ear. "Are you ashamed?"

Yes.

"You should be, how could you betray her trust like that?"

"I didn't!"

"I wonder how she would react if she knew that you enjoy what this demented, sick, sadistic Fire Nation Princess does to you."

"I-I don't."

"I don't believe you." She licked her lips. "This is the only thing you have to look forward to in your remaining days." She let a blue fire collect in her hand. "You can act as cold as you want. But down here, it feels warmer than usual." Her hands began to descend, caressing the arrow on his thigh. "Just be honest."

A knock came from the door.

"Princess Azula!" A voice came from behind the door.

"What?!" She shouted back, only a few inches from his face.

"There are two women here who are asking for an audience with you!"

Aang saw Azula bite her lip in frustration. She covered herself up, and walked towards the exit while a guard opened the door.

Before she left, she whispered another message to him as he lay helpless on the bed.

"I'll come again. And you will too. Many. Many times."

He just wanted to escape. He wanted all of this to be a nightmare that would just disappear. And so, he tried his best to get away.

Aang closed his eyes, and reentered the Boundless Sky.

...

There he sat, fearing, and…anticipating her return. Azula was right. She was the only human contact that he had. She was the only thing that he had to look forward to. And he hated that fact.

"You said that I'm always free…" He spoke aloud. "But what is this?"

If only…If only…

"Aang? Is that you?"

An immediate rush of relief washed over him.

PUBLISHED ON: 8/23/2014

A/N:...Kinky.