FIClet: Fathers and Sons (Avatar, Hakoda/Zuko)
Fathers and Sons
By Keelywolfe
Hakoda/Zuko
NC-17
Notes: I wrote this for the Avatar kink meme. The prompt was for Hakoda/Zuko, with Zuko having a skewed idea of father/son relationships. I might have let it go with that but my brain is toying with the idea of making a series so I cleaned it up a bit and decided to post. It's been a while since I wrote something dark. We'll see. :) Just posting here for the time being.
Summary: Hakoda is not a trusting man.
Warning: Possible implied incest. Nothing explicit.
It was good to be free, Hakoda decided, breathing in the night air and listening to the laughter of his children. Their small group sat around a blazing fire in the open dais of the Air Temple and although it was late, none of them seemed willing to part from the others. The Duke was already nodding, leaning against Teo, but all the others, even Chit Sang, were only bright with laughter and warmth as Sokka told story after story about their adventures.
All but one. One of their party was missing and his absence was worrying to Hakoda. The son of the Fire Lord hadn't joined their impromptu party and though he had his children with him, one on either side, Hakoda couldn't quite relax.
Sokka was in the middle of another story, this one about a Sabertooth moose-lion when Hakoda finally gave into the urge to find the other boy. Only Katara gave him a glance, worried, but even she said nothing, asking for no explanation as he moved out of the shadows of the temple in searching for the missing one.
He was easily found, sitting cross-legged out in the open balcony edging the temple. Firebender, Hakoda knew, and he didn't have the trusting nature of his son, hadn't seen just how much this boy had changed. But he also couldn't just let him sit here alone. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.
"Are you all right, son?" Hakoda asked. Better to call him son. It was a reminder of how young this boy was, barely older than Sokka. It made it easier to be kind.
"I'm fine," Zuko said quietly. He drew his knees up, staring out at the stars. The airship, anchored not far away, bobbed gently on the night breeze. It was cool enough that goosebumps rose on Hakoda's bare arms. He crossed them over his chest, holding his own warmth in as he sat down next to this strange, silent boy.
"Why don't you come back to the fire where it's warmer?" he suggested. There was something about knowing Zuko was here, alone, that saddened him. He should be at the fire with the other warriors, celebrating their victory. Instead, he was here, fighting his inner battles alone. Barely older than Sokka and he was all alone. At least his children had each other, had found friends.
Zuko made a soft sound, almost a chuff of laughter. "I'm not cold, I'm a firebender. But you should go back. It must be colder for you." Zuko turned his head a little to look at Hakoda, his eyes bright even in the dim light.
"Hm," Hakoda shrugged, noncommittally. "You handled yourself well at the prison," he said, softly. A small bit of encouragement might coax the boy.
"You think so?" So hopeful for such a tiny scrap of praise. It made Hakoda's gut twist, his eyes flicking to the scar that was partly hidden behind dark hair. He knew this boy had been exiled by his own father, he'd heard rumors, stories. And these people called the Water Tribes savages.
Hakoda set one hand on Zuko's shoulder like he might with his own son and when Zuko looked at him questioningly, he held the boy's eyes with his own, leaning in a little to say, "Yes, you should be proud...of your skills." Almost, he'd said any father would be proud of such a son, but he caught himself, knowing it wasn't true.
Zuko's eyes went wide, startled, lips parting and suddenly Hakoda found himself with an lapful of frantic, eager boy, pressing his soft mouth to Hakoda's and slipping his tongue inside. He tasted sweet with tea, warm with firebending.
"Wait, st--!" Hakoda gasped out, tearing his mouth away, his hands tight on Zuko's upper arms as he tried to push the boy away. But Zuko was stronger than he looked, already hooking his legs around Hakoda as he straddled him. And how could he tell the boy now that he'd misunderstood his innocent gesture? He'd meant only to encourage him but Zuko had seen this instead. Had he had so little praise in his life?
He realized, suddenly, exactly what would happen if he pushed the boy away. His shame and humiliation would overwhelm him and he would always be sitting here, outside the fire, alone.
Perhaps just a little, then?
Softly, Hakoda kissed the boy back, letting his tongue glide over Zuko's, gentling him. Hands that had already slipped into his hair, gripping tightly, loosened and Zuko moaned into his mouth, pressing closer. He was hard against Hakoda's belly, rolling his hips against the older man. The feel of it made arousal stir in Hakoda's own loins. It had been so long since he'd been with anyone else, years at sea and at war, and without thinking, he lifted the boy enough to roll him over, covering his slim body with his own.
"Oh!" Zuko whimpered, a thready little moan as their groins rubbed together, hardness against hardness.
"Yes," Hakoda husked out, reaching between them to loosen their trousers. Both of them still wore the threadbare pants from the prison and it was easy to push them aside. His knuckles brushed against Zuko's cock, already sticky-slick and the boy made a frantic little sound, pressing his face into the crook of Hakoda's neck. He curled his hand around that eager heat, stroking slowly as Zuko squirmed and whimpered.
"That's it," Hakoda whispered, "like this." He let go long enough to guide Zuko's hand to his own need, showing the boy how to stroke, how quickly and how tight to grasp. He proved his skills by learning quickly, easily mimicking Hakoda's movements. "Oh, you sweet boy," Hakoda groaned.
They moved together there, in the dark, slick sounds and quiet breaths until Zuko arched up with a soft cry, spatters of warm fluid jetting against Hakoda's hand and his own belly. The boy shuddered, helplessly, his grip loosening until Hakoda covered his hand with his own and urged him on, so close to his own pleasure.
"Yes, yes," Hakoda breathed, close his eyes as he came. The rush of pleasure was fever-hot and bright behind his eyes and he lowered his forehead to rest it against Zuko's until he caught his breath. "You're a good boy," he whispered.
"My father always said I was terrible at everything," Zuko confessed softly, his face turned into the darkness.
A cold chill went through Hakoda's stomach. He couldn't mean...it wasn't possible what this boy was insinuating. Carefully, Hakoda pulled away, wiping the slickness from his fingers onto his trouser leg. Zuko didn't move from the ground, only straightened his own pants until he was decent.
"Come on," Hakoda said, firmly, holding out a hand to him. "Let's go to the fire."
"I'm fine," Zuko repeated his statement from earlier but this time Hakoda refused to relent. This boy had spent enough time in the darkness. After a moment, Zuko took the offered hand, let Hakoda pull him to his feet. Hakoda didn't let go, walking back to the campfire with Zuko's hand in his own, drawing him back into the light.
-finis-
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By Keelywolfe
Hakoda/Zuko
NC-17
Notes: I wrote this for the Avatar kink meme. The prompt was for Hakoda/Zuko, with Zuko having a skewed idea of father/son relationships. I might have let it go with that but my brain is toying with the idea of making a series so I cleaned it up a bit and decided to post. It's been a while since I wrote something dark. We'll see. :) Just posting here for the time being.
Summary: Hakoda is not a trusting man.
Warning: Possible implied incest. Nothing explicit.
It was good to be free, Hakoda decided, breathing in the night air and listening to the laughter of his children. Their small group sat around a blazing fire in the open dais of the Air Temple and although it was late, none of them seemed willing to part from the others. The Duke was already nodding, leaning against Teo, but all the others, even Chit Sang, were only bright with laughter and warmth as Sokka told story after story about their adventures.
All but one. One of their party was missing and his absence was worrying to Hakoda. The son of the Fire Lord hadn't joined their impromptu party and though he had his children with him, one on either side, Hakoda couldn't quite relax.
Sokka was in the middle of another story, this one about a Sabertooth moose-lion when Hakoda finally gave into the urge to find the other boy. Only Katara gave him a glance, worried, but even she said nothing, asking for no explanation as he moved out of the shadows of the temple in searching for the missing one.
He was easily found, sitting cross-legged out in the open balcony edging the temple. Firebender, Hakoda knew, and he didn't have the trusting nature of his son, hadn't seen just how much this boy had changed. But he also couldn't just let him sit here alone. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.
"Are you all right, son?" Hakoda asked. Better to call him son. It was a reminder of how young this boy was, barely older than Sokka. It made it easier to be kind.
"I'm fine," Zuko said quietly. He drew his knees up, staring out at the stars. The airship, anchored not far away, bobbed gently on the night breeze. It was cool enough that goosebumps rose on Hakoda's bare arms. He crossed them over his chest, holding his own warmth in as he sat down next to this strange, silent boy.
"Why don't you come back to the fire where it's warmer?" he suggested. There was something about knowing Zuko was here, alone, that saddened him. He should be at the fire with the other warriors, celebrating their victory. Instead, he was here, fighting his inner battles alone. Barely older than Sokka and he was all alone. At least his children had each other, had found friends.
Zuko made a soft sound, almost a chuff of laughter. "I'm not cold, I'm a firebender. But you should go back. It must be colder for you." Zuko turned his head a little to look at Hakoda, his eyes bright even in the dim light.
"Hm," Hakoda shrugged, noncommittally. "You handled yourself well at the prison," he said, softly. A small bit of encouragement might coax the boy.
"You think so?" So hopeful for such a tiny scrap of praise. It made Hakoda's gut twist, his eyes flicking to the scar that was partly hidden behind dark hair. He knew this boy had been exiled by his own father, he'd heard rumors, stories. And these people called the Water Tribes savages.
Hakoda set one hand on Zuko's shoulder like he might with his own son and when Zuko looked at him questioningly, he held the boy's eyes with his own, leaning in a little to say, "Yes, you should be proud...of your skills." Almost, he'd said any father would be proud of such a son, but he caught himself, knowing it wasn't true.
Zuko's eyes went wide, startled, lips parting and suddenly Hakoda found himself with an lapful of frantic, eager boy, pressing his soft mouth to Hakoda's and slipping his tongue inside. He tasted sweet with tea, warm with firebending.
"Wait, st--!" Hakoda gasped out, tearing his mouth away, his hands tight on Zuko's upper arms as he tried to push the boy away. But Zuko was stronger than he looked, already hooking his legs around Hakoda as he straddled him. And how could he tell the boy now that he'd misunderstood his innocent gesture? He'd meant only to encourage him but Zuko had seen this instead. Had he had so little praise in his life?
He realized, suddenly, exactly what would happen if he pushed the boy away. His shame and humiliation would overwhelm him and he would always be sitting here, outside the fire, alone.
Perhaps just a little, then?
Softly, Hakoda kissed the boy back, letting his tongue glide over Zuko's, gentling him. Hands that had already slipped into his hair, gripping tightly, loosened and Zuko moaned into his mouth, pressing closer. He was hard against Hakoda's belly, rolling his hips against the older man. The feel of it made arousal stir in Hakoda's own loins. It had been so long since he'd been with anyone else, years at sea and at war, and without thinking, he lifted the boy enough to roll him over, covering his slim body with his own.
"Oh!" Zuko whimpered, a thready little moan as their groins rubbed together, hardness against hardness.
"Yes," Hakoda husked out, reaching between them to loosen their trousers. Both of them still wore the threadbare pants from the prison and it was easy to push them aside. His knuckles brushed against Zuko's cock, already sticky-slick and the boy made a frantic little sound, pressing his face into the crook of Hakoda's neck. He curled his hand around that eager heat, stroking slowly as Zuko squirmed and whimpered.
"That's it," Hakoda whispered, "like this." He let go long enough to guide Zuko's hand to his own need, showing the boy how to stroke, how quickly and how tight to grasp. He proved his skills by learning quickly, easily mimicking Hakoda's movements. "Oh, you sweet boy," Hakoda groaned.
They moved together there, in the dark, slick sounds and quiet breaths until Zuko arched up with a soft cry, spatters of warm fluid jetting against Hakoda's hand and his own belly. The boy shuddered, helplessly, his grip loosening until Hakoda covered his hand with his own and urged him on, so close to his own pleasure.
"Yes, yes," Hakoda breathed, close his eyes as he came. The rush of pleasure was fever-hot and bright behind his eyes and he lowered his forehead to rest it against Zuko's until he caught his breath. "You're a good boy," he whispered.
"My father always said I was terrible at everything," Zuko confessed softly, his face turned into the darkness.
A cold chill went through Hakoda's stomach. He couldn't mean...it wasn't possible what this boy was insinuating. Carefully, Hakoda pulled away, wiping the slickness from his fingers onto his trouser leg. Zuko didn't move from the ground, only straightened his own pants until he was decent.
"Come on," Hakoda said, firmly, holding out a hand to him. "Let's go to the fire."
"I'm fine," Zuko repeated his statement from earlier but this time Hakoda refused to relent. This boy had spent enough time in the darkness. After a moment, Zuko took the offered hand, let Hakoda pull him to his feet. Hakoda didn't let go, walking back to the campfire with Zuko's hand in his own, drawing him back into the light.
-finis-
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