Stockholm Syndrome

Zhao was sleeping in bed clothed in his usual attire, nothing. He preferred to sleep naked as he like the feel of the silk sheets against his skin. He appeared to be sleeping deeply and did not move when his door was opened and shut quietly.

Zuko stood over the sleeping man, a stoic expression on his face. The dagger in his hand glinted in the torch light. He brought his hand up and slashed down, aiming for the admiral's throat. Zuko's eye's widened as his wrist was caught and he was hauled on to the bed by a very awake and now slightly pissed Zhao. The dagger was hurled across the room as Zhao pinned the now struggling prince beneath him.

Holding Zuko's wrists above the young boy's head with one hand, the other skillfully removed Zuko's clothing. When he came to the shirt, he simply burned through it. He claimed Zuko's lips in a bruising kiss then whispered against the now swollen lips.

"You couldn't wait until tomorrow to see me, how thoughtful." Zuko glared at Zhao and returned to his efforts to escape but the older man was unmovable above him. He started to shout and curse until something was stuffed in to his mouth, stifling the noise. He went almost cross eyed trying to identify the item and realized it was Zhao's hair tie. He looked up and saw that Zhao's hair reached almost to his shoulders. He lost his train of thought as Zhao found a sensitive place on his neck that made him squirm. He realized that Zhao's other hand was headed down and started bucking, trying desperately to get away.

Zhao just chuckled and ghosted his fingers over Zuko's cock. Immediately Zuko stopped struggling and made a small whimper. Zhao let go of Zuko's wrist's and in one swift movement had Zuko's cock almost completely in his mouth. Zuko let out a muffled scream and buried his hands in Zhao's hair trying to get more of that burning heat onto his cock. Zhao found all the most sensitive places on Zuko's cock and paid them extra attention until Zuko was panting and writhing beneath him. He removed his mouth and paused to pull the hair tie out of Zuko's mouth. He pushed Zuko's legs up until his now not virgin hole was visible.

Zuko was groaning and trying to get Zhao to go back to his cock when he felt a hot tongue swipe over his hole, sending shock waves of pleasure up his body. Using his tongue and fingers Zhao turned the fire prince into a moaning puddle. Zhao smirked and replaced his fingers with his thick cock so fast that Zuko could only throw his head back and scream in pleasure as his prostate was prodded roughly.

Zhao secured Zuko's legs on his shoulders and then almost completely removed his cock before slamming back in. Soon, Zuko was moving his hips to meet every violent thrust. To Zhao's surprise Zuko wrapped his arms around Zhao's neck and pulled him in for a smoldering kiss. A moment later Zuko moaned into Zhao's mouth as his cock spurted jets of cum between their bodies. Feeling Zuko's tight hole spasming and the look of ecstasy on the young princes face pulled Zhao over the edge. With a deep growl he slammed in and out erratically before shoving in as deep as possible, coating Zuko's insides with jet after jet of hot cum.
He collapsed and fell asleep on top of Zuko, his cock still twitching in the young princes hole. When Zhao awoke Zuko was gone but he knew the prince would be back.

He would come to him for what he wanted what he needed and Zhao would give it to him willingly.