Forgiven

Forgiven

“I am so so sorry uncle” Zuko sobbed as his uncle held him. Iroh smiled and whispered gently,

“I was never angry, I was sad. I was sad that you had lost your way. But now you’re here.” Zuko looked up and smiled.

“I’ve missed you uncle, I was so lonely.” Iroh just held Zuko closer and gently lifted his chin to deliver a light kiss to the boy’s soft lips. Zuko mewled and pulled his uncle closer to deepen the kiss, licking at Iroh’s lips to get them to open. Iroh complied and soon they were both lying on the bed kissing frantically. Zuko pulled off his clothes and then looked in amazement as Iroh pulled off his own garments to reveal a toned physique.

“Uncle?” Zuko said in confusion.

“I decided that if I was going to break out of prison I needed to tone up.” Iroh joked lightly but went silent when he saw the tears in Zuko’s eyes.

“It wasn’t your fault, I don’t blame you, and you know that.” Iroh said firmly. Zuko nodded his head but still looked ashamed. He then whispered so quietly that Iroh almost didn’t hear him.

“Please Uncle, do to me what we used to do. Only make me feel the pain and suffering I put you through. Be rough or I will never truly believe that I am forgiven.” Zuko looked up at him with a pleading look in his eyes. Iroh vowed silently to himself that he would only be a little rough, not nearly enough to hurt the boy. Iroh nodded and Zuko smiled happily at him. Wordlessly Iroh grabbed his nephew’s hair and brought his head level with his pulsing cock.

“You know what to do.” Was all he said and Zuko knew exactly what his uncle meant. He reached out and grabbed the thick length in front of him with one hand, the other going down to play with the soft twin weights below. Iroh kicked back his head and groaned as Zuko started lapping at his tip while his hands drove him insane.

Then Iroh remembered that he was supposed to be a little rough so he pushed down on the head that was licking him so half his cock was shoved into that warm wet heat. Zuko moaned and started bobbing his head, taking a little more each time until he was taking his uncle deep into his throat. Iroh grabbed Zuko and shifted him around so that he could play with the adolescent cock and tight hole. Zuko almost screamed in pleasure when Iroh forced two wet fingers fully into his hole without warning. Soon he was shoving his hips back to meet the two then three fingers stretching his hole.

“Uncle please!” Zuko cried out as Iroh battered his prostate. Iroh removed his fingers and Zuko moved down until he was on all fours. The ex-general groaned as he lined up his cock, only pre-cum as lube, his nephew did want it rough after all. He grabbed Zuko’s hips and buried himself balls deep in one thrust. Zuko half-screamed half- moaned as he felt his uncle’s cock being shoved into him, filling him up. Iroh started a quick pace as he knew he wasn’t going to last long due to the foreplay his nephew had so skillfully delivered. Zuko braced himself and rocked back to meet the thrusts pistoning in and out of him. He reached down and grabbed his cock, roughly stroking it to the time of his uncle’s thrusts. Moments later Zuko screamed out his release, his seed splattering on the bed.

Iroh’s eye’s almost rolled back when his nephew’s muscles clenched and rippled around him. He gave a few more erratic thrusts and then roared as he exploded deep inside Zuko’s tight hole. He sagged over and pulled Zuko so they were lying together. Zuko looked up at him, peace finally in his eyes.

“Thank-you Uncle.” He rasped out and then curled up close to him as he fell asleep. Iroh looked down at his sleeping nephew wondering not for the first time what he had done in a previous life to deserve such a wonderful gift. Iroh mentally shrugged his shoulders and pulled the boy closer, laying a small kiss on his temple before falling asleep.

For the first time since he broke out of prison he was not awakened in the night by the nightmares that had constantly plagued him.