kinkfest | FANFIC: Prideful [Zuko/Mai, Avatar: The Last Airbender, M]

Title: Prideful
Author:

akiko
Rating: M
Warnings: bondage, kink
Prompt: Zuko/Mai, knife play, ‘you understand honor.’
Word count: 600
Summary: Mai finds a hidden scroll in the Fire Palace library and is inspired.
A/N: Kind of a sequel to this one

When Mai joined Zuko in their room one night, she carried a length of rope.

Zuko asked, "What's that for?"

Mai stroked his cheek. "I found the most interesting scroll in the library, hidden behind some others. It was rather inspirational."

Zuko gulped. "I'm glad?"

Mai chuckled. "I was hoping you'd let me try some things out." She picked a scroll off her dressing table and unrolled it to a certain spot, which she showed to Zuko. "This one, I think."

He looked at it quizzically, then moved his body to try to match it. "I don't think I bend that way. I'd have to be Ty Lee to pull that one off."

Mai snickered. "Oh, I doubt that." She laid out the scroll and uncoiled the rope.

Zuko felt the roughness of the rope against his skin as Mai wrapped it around his thigh and calf, bending his knees and spreading his legs. His arms were bent behind his back and his wrists bound together. He felt exposed, and when Mai pulled a knife from her dressing table, he tried to protect his assets.

"Oh, Zuko, hold still. You know you can trust me."

He nodded once and took calming breaths; he trusted Mai not to do anything permanent, but that didn't make the fact that his wife held a very sharp knife any less frightening.

Cold steel, the flat of the blade, crossed his back. Mai's voice, a strange coldness in it, crossed his ears: "Who would imagine the Fire Lord helpless?" A brief burst of pain over his ribs as Mai shifted the knife, and he whimpered. The knife traced indolently over his back, an occasional arc with the edge brought his breath faster. Helpless, he thought, with a twinge of shame. At her mercy. He felt his cock stiffen.

The flat blade crossed over his arm to his chest, across his nipples. A flash of fear shivered through him, but the blade's edge arced across his pectoral. He glanced down to see the thin red line across his chest, and another bloomed below it. "Mai," he whimpered.

She smiled coldly and drew her finger along the length of his hardened cock. "I thought you'd enjoy this, Fire Lord."

The blade continued down his abdomen, across tensed muscles, toward his thighs. "Don't squirm. I don't want to slip," Mai said.

Zuko froze. The blade traced over his thigh, up to the rope that bound his thigh to his calf. He thought she might cut through it, but she set the knife aside. Her face was flushed, her breath heavy, as she pushed him to lean against the stack of pillows at the headboard and straddled him.

Zuko tried to match his hips to Mai's rhythm, but the awkward position of his legs hindered him. "Faster," he panted.

Mai growled, "Patience, Fire Lord." She ran a finger down his chest toward the point where their bodies joined and stroked her clit.

Zuko watched her, her eyes closing as her pleasure built up and her walls squeezed his cock. Mai leaned forward, pressing her breasts to his chest, her lips to his throat. "Please, don't stop," Zuko whispered.

Mai's teeth scraped his earlobe. "The Fire Lord, begging? Where's your pride?"

Zuko moaned. "I need it. Please. I'll do anything you want."

"Shameful," she said, moving her body the way she had many times before.

Zuko thrust his hips as much as he could, and when he came, it was more intense than he could ever remember.

***

Mai pillowed her head on Zuko's chest. "So, you'll do anything I want?"

"Um. I said that, didn't I."

"How about working through the whole scroll?"

Zuko squeaked, "I think I can live with that."