Early Mornings

Disclaimer: Avatar: The last Airbender and all of it's associated characters, themes, and works are all the intellectual property of their respective copyright holders, Michael Dante DiMartino and Bryan Konietzko. While I don't own the characters, I do own a laptop and a sword. Stop me if you can -.^

Chapter 1: She Makes Him Happy

The sun had just yet to break over the horizon, but Azula woke up nonetheless. Most Firebenders rose with the sun, the sun being the focus and bringer of their powers, but the sun rising marked the beginning of the day, and since every day was a battle, it therefore marked the beginning of the battle. Princess Azula of the Fire Nation, ever the cunning and ready one, was always sure to be up just before the day could begin, giving her the decisive edge over her countrymen. Whereas they would all rise with the start of the battle, she would already have her first move mapped and ready.

Today, however, there was no battle, neither figurative nor otherwise. There was only her, preparing herself in quiet serenity for the sun's radiant caress to come and bless her fair, porcelain skin as her long sheet of midnight black, enviously smooth hair cascaded down her back, falling halfway down her back and swaying imperceptibly in a minute morning breeze while her molten gold irises began to flash into motion. There was only herself to greet the coming dawn. Herself, and the young man lying just next to her on the heavily crimson colored, silk laden bed built big enough for four easy. Not that there would ever be but the two of them in it.

Azula was on his left side, the scarred side, the side he had been marked on. His mark, She reminded herself. Though the scar engulfing his entire left eye, up to his hairline and back to his ear, was meant initially to be a shameful one, showing his weakness to all the world, Azula herself had never thought of it in that way. It was his mark, the scar which could and would only ever be worn by the Crown Prince himself, a unique badge that none could ever imitate. It was the mark that proved, beyond a doubt in her mind, that he was truly the most courageous citizen of the Fire Nation. The only one to ever stand up to the Fire Lord and his oppressive tyranny.

It was the mark of Prince Zuko. It was the mark of her brother.

Sighing, Azula thought of reaching out to touch it gingerly. She had done so many times before, almost always when he was awake though. She had to show him that she did not think it hideous or him disgusting. How could she ever think such a thing though? She loved him.

She loved him.

She loved him.

He groaned lightly in his sleep, as if feeling her phantom touch even when her hand had remained still and by her side. She did not wish to wake him up like that. No, not like that. A devious, familiar smile crept across those full, pale rosy lips. There was, however, not a single hint of malice in that smile of hers, not a single thought of malevolence in that pretty little head. After all, she only wanted to make him happy.

And she knew exactly how to make him happy.

Removing the soft, silken sheets from herself, the still very much nude from last night's activities princess made her way, crawling silently, purposefully, seductively, like the predator she was, to the spot she knew oh-so well. Her favorite spot in the world. The only spot she could make him happy from. And she wanted to make him happy.

She had to remove the sheets from him first; they were in the way after all, and she couldn't make him happy if they were in the way. So, with the hushed rustle of cloth over cloth and flesh, she pulled the sheets away, revealing her brother in the same state as she herself, exposed skin, nothing private, no secrets. Not from her, anyways. He couldn't keep any secrets from her. Flinching in his sleep, the sudden contact with the chilly predawn threatened to disturb him from his slumber, but Azula wasn't concerned. She knew soon enough, such minor inconveniences would be all but forgotten from his mind.

She crouched before the sleeping figure on all fours, her hands and knees, with her lower back arched in the air, ready to pounce at a moments notice, ready to strike.

It lay still before her, oblivious to the golden, predatory eyes that stalked it. Plush and peaceful it laid there. Azula licked her lips, a conscious act or not she couldn't be sure, not that it mattered. Slowly now, methodically, she placed soft kisses on her prey. Soft, warm, moistened, arousing kisses, here and there and everywhere.

Zuko, still very much in the unconscious world of sleep, noticed the strange sensation of his oddly growing excitement. He couldn't place why though, being lost in a dream as he was, but he groaned quietly nonetheless as the blood rushed down and out.

Azula took note of the quiet, aching groan that rose from deep in her prince's chest. She knew how to ease that ache. She could make it go away. He looked ready, but she wanted to be sure. With one velveteen hand, she gave a light squeeze, tugging softly as she pulled her hand back. He was certainly ready. Finally. She didn't like to wait.

As he entered that curious realm between dreams and consciousness, he could just make out the faint sound of wet flesh sliding over flesh, and he could feel the enrapturing sensation of something hot and supple gliding over him, back and forth in a steady, seductive rhythm that screamed for his attention.

Zuko's eyes opened just as the first hints of sunlight broke out over the eastern horizon, but he didn't even notice. Couldn't notice. There was only one thing in the world he could focus on, and it was her. His Princess. His sister.

His blood.

Zuko's vision blurred and an unconscious moan rose unbidden from his lips as hers moved up, tautly passing over the ridge separating shaft from tip. She pulled away, noticing her brother awake, and with a devilish smile she gave him an angelic look. It was something she and she alone could pull off effortlessly, perfectly.

"Good morning, Prince Zuko." She coyly greeted him, her face still so close that her hot breath could be felt. The use of his title always drove him wild, mad with desire, as it never failed to remind him just how forbidden this all was. Of all the rules he followed, it was the one he broke that made him insane. Insane with passion, insane with lust; just plain insane.

Insane for Azula. Insane as Azula. Insane with Azula.

Without warning she rose, crawling up him until their faces nearly met, her warm velvet skin brushing against his body the entire way and sending an electric sensation throughout him, just as exhilarating as the first time. They'd have to cut his hands off to stop him from touching her. Her and that angel soft skin, drawn tight over her perfectly lithe frame. She knew all his weaknesses. She was all his weaknesses.

"Azula..." Anything else he may have wanted to say died as her lips melted into his, hot as molten rock and as all consuming as the fire they both controlled. It wasn't as if he had anything else to say though; no, all he wanted to do was say her name. Yell her name. Scream her name. God how he loved that name.

Placing a hand on his chest, Azula pushed her brother back down and whispered in his ear, "Shhh, just relax now Zuzu. I'm going to make you happy."

He opened his mouth to say something, but found his mouth to be paralyzed as he watched her slide back down, sweet, seductive hunger in those eyes that reflected his so perfectly.

"You want me to make you happy, don't you?" She asked, so sweetly, so sensually that it twisted his insides.

"Yes..." He choked out, barely audible, not that it mattered. She knew the answer. She always knew the answer.

"Then just relax, big brother. I can make you happy. Little sister will make sure you're happy." Azula purred, licking her lips again and watching her brother's eyes intently, defeating him with but a look. Slowly now, making sure he witnessed every moment, she parted her lips, opening her mouth just slightly before resuming her earlier work, sliding down him at a painfully slow pace.

Zuko groaned loudly and clenched the sheets in both fists as muscles throughout his body tensed. Mind-blowing was all that could describe the sensation. Pure ecstasy. His breath caught in his throat when she started humming, a purr that resonated throughout her mouth and lent a vibrating stimulation to her lips.

"Oh my... Fuckin' fire, Azula. Oh-!" Again he found speech impossible as his diaphragm locked itself, along with the muscles in his arms and legs. He couldn't squeeze his fists hard enough it seemed, despite the knuckles already being a ghastly white. "Ngh," Was all he could moan out when the air finally escaped his body. He couldn't even open his eyes. She was so good at making him happy.

"Prince Zuko, why don't you look at me?" She asked, a fake worry creasing her brow and a manipulative pout on her lips. Agni those lips... "Does seeing me not... make you happy?"

With the euphoria on hold, Zuko was able to open his eyelids, and looking down at the hurt expression on his sister's face made his chest clutch in on itself.

"Azula, I-no, that's... I-I..." He trailed off as she began to giggle, the seductive sound easing his concern. Without another word she was on him again, and just like before, her eyes never left his. He soon found watching her was almost as exciting as feeling her, and nearly impossible to do for extended periods. The corners of her mouth were curved up in a smile that affected her cheeks, and her eyes were bright golden in the early rays of the sun, wide and shimmering with a playful innocence. A look so out of place for the act she committed, that it only made it that much better.

He moaned again, this time the sound of his voice was much weaker, even cracked at times, as it squeezed itself out of his throat. His eyes rolled back into his skull, but every time he forced them back down. He wanted to watch her. Needed to watch her.

Her rhythmic bobbing was perfect, and never faltered. She was determined to make him happy, after all.

A gasp hiccuped in Zuko's throat when he felt her tongue sliding along the bottom part of his shaft, hot, wet and smooth, strong but supple. Azula noticed the look on his face shift when she made use of her tongue, and deciding to play even more, she cocked her head to the side with a questioning quirk of her eyebrows, but never stopped her motion. The effect was his ever more sensitive tip rubbing against the inside of her moistened, yielding cheek.

"Mmm?" She purred, generating a stronger vibration for just the moment on her lips.

Although many noises escaped the young man's mouth, nothing coherent came out. Only broken, hollow pleas of desperation and lust fueled moans. Azula giggled again, and it drove him even crazier.

"Oh ffffuu-" His breathing was quickly growing heavy and ragged, his thoughts jumbled and indiscernible. She could feel the heat growing, signalling how near he was, but she continued until she was certain he was on the edge, and much to her brother's dismay, she stopped.

"Zuzu..." She called, teasing him with her very words. He had to fight just to focus on her. "I want to make you happy, Zuzu. Do you want me to make you happy?" Oh, the joy she got from teasing him so.

"Yes, Azula please, don't stop! Please, Azula, please..." He begged her, panting and fighting for the breath to do so, certain the aching throb would kill him soon. She loved it when he begged her. She could even feel a warm tingle between her own legs when he did it.

"Alright Zuko. I will make you happy. Your princess loves to make you happy." Those seductive words, coming from the most sensual lips in existence, were so very, very true.

She took him in again, and this time she wouldn't stop until she finished. She was his good little, oh-so obedient, princess.

Zuko moaned uncontrollably, his leg twitching now and again, as those fiery lips glided up and down, over and over in that unending, tantalizing cycle.

"Oh, Azula... Azula... Make me happy, Azul-OH... Azula, make me happy..!" He groaned the mantra over and over, and the girl in question couldn't help herself as a trickle ran down her own leg at the repeating of her name. Just the power to have such an effect on him turned her on something fierce.

Once more, she could feel the rising heat as her tongue slid over him. He was close, so very close that she could taste it. Still she bobbed her head in that same, hypnotically perfect pattern, unbroken and unending, all to the profound delight of Zuko.

She had never really been able to discern exactly why it was that she loved it so, whether it was the salty, bittersweet tang itself or the fact that it was hers and hers alone to taste. Zuko's wine was fiery and hot, and she liked hot, but it would be a lie not to admit that her sole possession of him didn't make it all the better. Either way, it didn't matter, because in the end she loved it. She wanted it. She craved it. Big brother tasted so good on her lips.

His haggard breathing filled the room, but soon he would be deaf to all. As the pressure built to an all-time high, every muscle in his body tightened, his throat tightened and the air became trapped in his lungs. His mouth opened wide but no sound emitted from it. His fists curled so hard that his own nails cut into his palms, and his eyes rolled back to peer inside his skull. Finally, with agonizing pleasure, he burst.

He exploded into his sister's mouth with perhaps more force than ever before. Garbled moans and sobs of ecstasy escaped him as his entire body twitched and jerked with muscle spasms. His eyes rolled back so hard they could have just as easily popped out of their sockets.

Meanwhile, Azula never flinched, never faltered even the slightest as she maintained her perfect rhythm, and when she finally tasted what she longed for she gave an appreciative moan from deep inside of her. Her throat worked tirelessly, effortlessly as she swallowed everything, and still she wore that same, playfully innocent look on her flawlessly beautiful face.

She continued on, coaxing the remainder out, until she could be certain he was dry. She savored every last drop that he could give to her.

After what seemed like much longer than necessary, Azula at long last pulled away from him, licking like a kitten the film that had built up around her lips before crawling up to be face to face with Zuko again. Zuko, in turn, after finally having regained conscious control of his body, held her face gently in his warm, comforting hands.

"I love you, so much, Azula. More than the fire itself. Be mine forever, please." Her response, whatever it may have been, would have to wait, as it was his turn to cut her off with a fervent kiss. Attacking her delicious lips with equally hunger and enthusiasm to what she had shown, Zuko sucked lightly at them before forcing his tongue inside her mouth, all to the pleasant astonishment of Azula herself. She had hardly been successful in keeping secret the fact that she would let him do whatever he wanted with her body.

After finally freeing themselves from each other, if only just briefly to gasp for breath, she looked deep into her brother's eyes, then told him, "You could never get rid of me, Zuko." She ran her hand down the scarred side of his face, delicately fingering every contour and ridge, the whole time swimming in her brother's golden eyes. "Besides, if I ever left, who would make you happy?"

And oh, how good she was at making him happy.

Author's Note: Here's to hoping all the stupid spacing issues have been taken care of, also thanks for the reviews guys, means the world to me! ~Cheers to the Zest.