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works/114128.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Avatar:_The_Last_Airbender
  Relationship:
      Ozai/Zuko
  Additional Tags:
      Darkfic, Angst, broken_character, Familial_Abuse, Child_Abuse, Sexual
      Abuse, Parent/Child_Incest, dub-con, Molestation, PWP
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-09-11 Words: 840
****** Running Blind into the Sun ******
by Dahlia_Moon
Summary
     Firelord Ozai breaks his son and uses him. A PWP darkfic
Notes
     So, I stumbled onto a Ozai/Zuko fic recently and it was...omg. It
     made these two into a hot pairing for me! So yeah, here's my weird,
     demented interpretation I felt I had to write.
He comes to him in the middle of the night, hands hot and hard on him,
unyielding, turning him over onto his stomach.
He tears Zuko's sleeping robes off him, skims the bare flesh with his
fingertips like a greedy merchant stroking their gold bars, making Zuko's groin
hot with anticipation. He rubs Zuko's ass, Zuko can almost call it tenderly but
that's not what this is about. It's always about his father claiming him,
making him the obedient son, if only in bed; there's never any tenderness, no
kisses between them, thankfully. Kisses would break him more than the carnal
pleasures his father seeks of him.
Ozai pushes his robe pants down halfway. He parts Zuko's ass cheeks and teases
the crack with fluttering touches of his penis hovering inches above.
The room is silent, the whole palace asleep except for Zuko and his father.
Zuko bites his lip, waiting for his father's long, pulsating cock to enter him.
He can picture it clearly in his mind, the shape of it, nestled in soft, black
hair, how it feels in his hands, mouth, ass, imagines it pounding into him, his
father riding him bareback; most nights, there's lube and fingers stretching
him. Other nights, nights when his father's displeased with him for some
reason, there's no lube or fingers. Zuko loves those nights the best. He hates
his father, but he loves his cock.
"Be quiet, boy," Ozai unnecessarily says, grips his arms tightly and drives
into him with a wild abandon.
He doesn't think about screaming - he never does; why Ozai feels the need to
always remind him to be quiet is beyond him, like so many things seem to be.
He's not even really here in the moment either. He's somewhere far away while
he takes his father's hard cock in his ass. And that's not his father he's
trapped beneath - no, it's an older gentleman, a stranger he meets and sees
naked only at night, a stranger whose cock he's been dreaming of filling him.
Zuko's never had a father, not really.
Thrust after thrust, Zuko's own erection drives him mad trapped between the
sheets and his own arms held down by Ozai's hands.
His father comes in him after one long thrust, bits down on Zuko's shoulder,
leaving a trail of saliva and redness that makes a strange satisfaction bloom
in Zuko, not for any good reason except he knows a bruise will form there, ugly
and dark.
He turns Zuko over roughly to face him, and bends his head down to take Zuko's
dick in his mouth, doing wild things to Zuko with his tongue. Ozai's long hair
is out of its royal style and Zuko tugs on it harshly, to spur his father on.
~*~
The first time it happens, it's after his mother disappears. He doesn't know
how his life will change. Can't do anything but look confused as his father
touches him, strange new feelings unfurling in his chest – confusion, fear,
anticipation, whole soul being plunged somewhere down past his stomach. No one
has ever touched him there, even he has never allowed himself to do anything
beyond a few experimental tugs.
He's afraid but he can't refuse his father. He knows he should feel safe but he
doesn't feel it; his father's rough with him and doesn't listen to Zuko's
protestations, just shushes him and goes back to stroking Zuko, stroking his
penis, his nipples, touching him everywhere so Zuko's hard and straining to
breath.
And Zuko… Zuko didn't know you could do that. Didn't know you could feel that
way. And then suddenly he's sprouting, going off the deep end.
He's far past the point of no return.
~*~
Zuko gets a burned eye for his insolence and his father coming to his room that
night, ripping his clothes away while Zuko stands there shivering in the
suddenly cold room. He makes Zuko bend over his knees and spanks him across his
backside, his butt cheeks, then takes Zuko without any preparation so Zuko
doesn't just hurt emotionally now, but bears the physical pain too. But because
Zuko's more than a little prideful, he deep-throats his father's erection with
sharp teeth and when his father starts coming in his mouth, he takes the penis
rather ungracefully out of his mouth and gags on purpose, making the semen
spill across his face and run down his lips, chin, throat, bare heaving chest.
The repeated spanking hurts but it doesn't keep his erection down. And when his
father shoves him down onto the bed, grabs his dick and tugs it into his mouth,
Zuko reaches out and brings his father's head closer, feels the hot heat of
Ozai's mouth, his beard and stubble brushing Zuko's shaft. He wants to cry out
with the pleasure that's seeping quickly into his chest and making it expand,
but bites his lips, enough to tear his already chapped lips and taste the small
amount of blood pooling there. And thinks, yes, yes, make me blind, hurt me.
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