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Abiro reminded himself that he was a grown man, a real tough guy, a Luitenant of the Mighty Fire Lord's Royal Guard for spirits' sake, and not some awkward teenager with only half a clue of what adults do between the sheets. He was not embarrassed by sex or by his job. So why was his face burning hotter than a festival bonfire? It was ridiculous. Abiro never thought he'd miss Fire Lord Ozai, but as soft moans and whimpers bled through the walls of the current Fire Lord's Royal bedchamber he found himself longing for the good old days.
Abiro had been Ozai's right hand for many years, always watching over the now disgraced Fire Lord. He had often disagreed with his policies and political tendencies, but accepted his rank and never contradicted the man. Until the Agni Kai. The cruelty Abiro had often seen reflected in the Fire Lord's plans had abruptly been given a face that day. The burned face of an innocent, brave 13 year old boy he had practically helped raise. It had shaken him to his core, made him question everything he believed in. By the time he and Zhao had to send the boy in to exile, he had already grown rebellious enough to sneak as many resources as he could on to the boat for Zuko. Two days later he defected and fled the fire nation. He didn't want to be a part of Ozai's cruel regime anymore.
He had been moved when two soldiers had found him and told him Zuko wanted him to come back to be on his personal team of Royal guards. It meant the world to him that Zuko cared enough to send people to find him, that he trusted him enough to appoint him a role like that. Had he known that he'd be subjected to this every other night, he might have refused the honour.
It's not like he never had to guard the Royal bedchamber while Ozai was enjoying the pleasures of the flesh, but it never made him this uncomfortable. It just wasn't so... personal. He could endure the sounds of meaningless fornication, but he felt like he shouldn't be witness to two young lovers discovering sex together. Ozai just fucked prostitutes, so he never had to hear intimate whispers and sweet nothings. All he heard back then were the badly overacted screams of "pleasure" Ozai paid for to fuel his gigantic ego. No genuine orgasmic noises and no passionate declarations. It also helped that Abiro had never known Ozai as a child, or called him "Koko", or watched him play with the turtleducks.
"Zuko.... I want to be inside you" he heard the Fire Lord's new lover say.
"Yes Sokka... Do it"
Zuko's voice sounded far more gravelly than Abiro was used to. The words made him flush all over. Out of the corner of his eye he saw his partner for the night squirm uncomfortably on the other side of the door. Slick sounds were reaching them now, followed by a series of escalating moans.
"Sokka... come on"
"How bad do you want it?"
"Just as bad as you"
"Mmmm, not bad enough then"
"What? Just get inside me, jackass"
The impact of the harsh word was diminished a little by the groan that followed it. Some wet kissing sounds followed. Abiro prayed he'd go deaf in the next minute.
"Sokka dammit... Stop teasing!"
"Beg a little for me, baby"
"... Excuse you?"
"C'mon, for me... it turns me on"
Abiro seriously considered breaking an unspoken rule of the Royal Guard: no fleeing to the bathroom while the Fire Lord got busy, saddling your partner with all the awkwardness. He's not quite sure why it's so much worse this time. He had heard them many times before. Heard the wet sounds of sloppy blowjobs, heard the Water Tribe boy bottom, even heard Zuko bottom before. Somehow it felt even more intimate than it usually did. He heard Zuko snort loudly at Sokka's request.
"Oh Sokka, please please please fuck me! Grant me the great privilege of having your huge cock inside of me, you big manly man" Zuko cried sarcastically.
This time Abiro really did break an unspoken rule of the Royal Guard: don't look at your partner while being forced to listen to the Fire Lord's indecencies. Ming was trying to stifle laughter behind one of her hands, waving the other at Abiro. Abiro had to bite his own hand to stop the giggles he felt bubbling up. Both their faces were tomato red by now.
"Ok ok, nevermind. You don't have to be mean about it."
"Please oh mighty warrio- Ah!"
It sounded like Sokka had decided that penetration would be the best way to shut Zuko up. Ming and Abiro heard the bed start to creak softly. There were tears of laughter in Ming's eyes. She had less trouble hearing this than he did, apparantly. She had also been recruited for Zuko's personal guard, after Iroh had told him about how kind she had been to him in prison. It probably bothered her less because she didn't know Zuko as well as Abiro did.
They heard Zuko moan over and over as the bed started rocking, Sokka groaning and whispering to him as he fucked him. Ten minutes later they were still listening. Oh, to have the stamina and libido of a 20 year old man... Abiro hated himself a little for the erection he was sporting by now.
"Sokka, touch me..."
"No. You're going to come just like this"
"I can't, you know that"
"No I don't and neither do you. You're always too impatient to try"
"C'mon, I'll do it myself. Just let go of one of my wrists." Zuko pleaded.
Abiro glanced at Ming again. Judging by the flush on her face and the glazed eyes she was wetting her underwear just as much as he was tenting his. Abiro really, really didn't want to imagine his Fire Lord in compromising positions, but "just let go of one of my wrists" made it impossible not to do that. He was probably on his back, wrist pinned above his head. Or maybe on his knees, arms behind his back and face against the mattress. His voice did sound a bit muffled from time to time... Fuck, both images were hot.
"Uuuuhn S- Sokka. I- I want to come"
"I'm not stopping you, your highness" the Fire Lord's lover teased.
The rocking sped up and they heard Sokka whisper to Zuko, thankfully too softly for the guards to make out what kind of filth was drawing such needy whimpers from Zuko.
"A-Aaah! Uh- Oh A-agni.. Aaah.... Aah-Ahhnnn"
That sounded like one hell of an orgasm. Ming and Abiro exchanged a look. It would be over soon, thank the spirits.
"Told you you could" Sokka said, sounding very smug.
To their great distress Abiro and Ming heard the speed of the rocking increase rather than decrease, Zuko's moans growing desperate. He sounded overwhelmed.
"Uuhn Sokka... Fuck.. What... I'm still hard"
It felt so wrong, but Abiro had never been harder in his life. He wanted to touch himself badly. Ming looked like she was having a similar problem. For some reason that made him feel a little better.
"I did some research. If I hit that sweet spot just right I can make you come like that over and over"
"It's too much... AH"
They had no choice but to listen while Sokka fucked Zuko to another orgasm. Zuko's moans and cries sounded oddly high-pitched and a little strangled. It was hard to make out if they were sounds of pain or pleasure, unclear if they were pleading for more or for it to stop. Abiro was glad it only took the Water Tribe warrior a minute or three this time to get his Royal bedpartner close. Zuko let out long, drawn out whines and loud gasps when his second orgasm finally hit him. To Abiro's horror and surprise the rocking still didn't stop.
"U-Ah N-Noo Sokka.... please... I need- uhh I need-"
"What was that, baby?"
"Please... Please let me finish properly"
"What? I didn't hear you"
"Uuhn fuck... S-Sokka, I- I'm gonna pass out... Please. Please, I have to get off! Please just touch me!"
Less than a minute later it was finally, truly over. They heard Zuko shout as he came for the last time, Sokka grunting loudly through his own orgasm.
Thank the spirits, it was finally over. Abiro survived yet another night of unvoluntary voyeurism. He quickly excused himself and fled to the bathroom, leaving Ming alone with the post-coital whispers of the two lovers.
He tried to deal with it the same way he always did, by pretending it never happened, but Zuko's begging just wouldn't leave his mind. He prayed for the strength to look his Fire Lord in the eyes the next time he would have to speak to him.