Choices

A/N: I’m depressing the hell out of me. And Antz is the world’s stupidest movie. This is where things really go screwy. Poor Zuko! And Poor Zhao.

Disclaimer: I own a migraine, nothing else. Certainly not Zuko.

Warnings: AU, rape, child abuse, violence, torture

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Chapter 3: A Rape and a Rescue


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“Uncle, negotiations are taking longer than expected, I’ll be a couple of hours,” Zuko said, not meeting Iroh’s glance.

Iroh put a hand to Zuko’s shoulder, “Zuko, what are you negotiating for?”

“Zhao’s freedom.” Impulsively Zuko hugged his uncle tight, who knew when he’d be able to bear another’s touch.

He walked back to the other ship.

Both he and Yau kept up normal appearances till they disappeared below deck. Then Yau slid a hand onto Zuko’s shoulder.

“One hour Yau, no more, that was our deal!” Zuko snapped.

“Yes,” Yau kissed Zuko, sliding the tongue into the Prince’s mouth. Yau groaned, “One hour.”

He led Zuko to the room where Zhao was being held. He pinned Zuko to the bed and kissed him desperately. “Undress,” he ordered. Zuko complied as Yau did likewise. Yau pushed Zuko back onto the bed. Yau took a tin of oil out of his drawer. He greased one finger and inserted it into Zuko’s entrance. Zuko hissed at the burning sensation. Yau moved his finger in and out until he hit Zuko’s prostate. Zuko moaned in unwilling pleasure. Yau added another finger. Zuko winced at the pain. Soon though his opening had relaxed and Yau had added a third finger. Zuko cried out at that invasion. And downright screamed as Yau forced his manhood into Zuko. At last though both he and Yau had cum and the hour was up. Zuko took the offer of a rag to clean himself with, and quickly dressed while Yau unchained Zhao. He limped back to his own ship with Zhao in tow.

“Prince Zuko!” His uncle cried out and belatedly Zuko remembered the passion marks on his exposed neck, and the fact that he was unusually stiff. “Did you get Zhao?” Iroh asked. Zuko nodded. “So what did we lose?” Iroh asked.

Zuko looked away, “I don’t want to talk about it, get the doctor. Zhao’ll need medical help.” With that he walked down to the showers and proceeded to try to scrub himself clean of taint.

After that he tried to sleep. And failed. Miserably.