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"Dang. I don't think I've ever seen you smiling like that." Fuero was grinning pretty wide himself at their next training session. Zuko couldn't deny what he was saying, either, he didn't think he'd been this happy in ages, and he'd barely stopped smiling since the day of the announcement, especially when there was plentiful news to confirm that it wasn't just a very good dream. "I don't have to make any guesses about what's got your flames stoked, do I?"

"Gee, you think?" replied Zuko dryly. "It's not just the fact that it's gonna exist, though, but that half the old guard I've talked to are already announcing that they're back in the game, and quite a few more are strongly leaning that way. A bunch of friends who I've been missing sparring against from back in the day, that's got me even more fired up. Doesn't matter how many new guys come in, there's always something about those ones you really get to enjoy clashing against time after time."

"Yeah, I get that...sadly doesn't really happen in the juniors, people age out too quickly. But up here guys can go for years and years, and those rivalries can get just as popular for everyone watching, too. Betting seeing some of those come back is gonna be a huge draw."

"Bah, that's not my area to care about. But I think someone trying to make it happen might...and that leads me to the next thing. You had something to do with this, didn't you? Trying to play coy around me these last weeks, and I know this didn't just happen out of nowhere."

Fuero raised his hands up. "You got me. It was...well, it didn't start out like that at all. I was originally trying to find a way to get your spirits back up by showing you that tech wasn't really giving people an advantage. But that kinda backfired because I realized the only thing I could prove was the opposite."

Zuko snorted a bit. "What, the bookworms didn't convince you with their 'studies'?"

"It's still not true that researchers can't understand things if they don't live them. They're doing their jobs, and it's not like they don't look deep into this stuff. It's just...sometimes you have to look at who's writing the checks for them, too. The ACL has a bunch of them that are really employees of the tech companies, because they figured they were the ones who knew the most about the tech and how it worked and how they could work it in...not every researcher is the right one for the job."

"Hmph. I'd rather trust my eyes than any of them. But that doesn't explain the rest of this."

"I know, I'm getting there. I was trying to figure out where to go from there, because like hell I just wanted to make you feel worse, and also this was kind of a big deal because it kind undermined a lot of what the league was saying in the first place. But it wasn't like it was going to fix things, because they wouldn't just undo the whole tech thing...it seemed like kind of a mess. But when I heard about the split league idea, it made so much sense. I figured something like that could be a better solution, if I could sell the bigwigs on it. Wasn't easy, I had to get Bryson to get me a meeting with them..."

Zuko did a double take. "Wait, what? Bryson was in on this? That's what he was doing these past weeks?"

Fuero nodded. "When I told him what I was thinking, he couldn't wait to get me set up with the commissioner. I honestly didn't expect him to be that into it, but it sure as hell helped. Also helped that Commish Alvarez was already thinking about the same thing...he'd been working on a split league proposal for like five years, but he couldn't figure out how to sell everyone on it. But I kinda helped with a big thing there...turns out he was VERY interested to learn that tech gave a pretty global advantage, particularly when I showed him all the data I'd gone through. One of the big sticking points was that there wasn't a good reason to split if tech didn't give an advantage...having evidence that it did, stuff that the guys on the computers couldn't just talk around, gave him a reason to get things going a lot harder."

"And I'm supposed to believe that he was all ready to just trust your word over the bookworms," said Zuko with a healthy dose of dubiousness.

Fuero grinned a bit. "Hey, I'm told I can be VERY persuasive. And it's not like I wasn't doing a little bookworming of my own, plus I told him why I had started and I think it sold him more that I had been trying to find evidence of the other conclusion."

"Hm. I guess that does help."

"And you know, it makes a lot of sense doing it this way...there's a good chunk of fans who didn't like the whole gadget trend either, and a bunch who wanted to see more of it, and they bicker like you wouldn't believe. This is kind of a 'something for everyone' thing - the natural fans get to see the sport at its, uh, purest, I guess, and the techies get to have their flash. Plus, it's a lot harder to just pay to win when everyone gets to use their preferred stuff, the advantage kinda gets balanced out."

"That's something I wouldn't know anything about. But how do they know both of them will last?"

"You never 'know' know, but there's a big fan base out there, and while it's gonna be more expensive having two championships, enough backers and investors can cover that. They can draw advertisers who align more with either one - like naturals can probably get a lot more from health companies and such, the cyber matches'll get a lot of tech companies, and the biggest corpos, well, they get twice as many ad opportunities as they would with one league. Not all of 'em will bite, but...well, I happen to know a couple people who could provide some pretty serious sponsorship backing..."

Zuko raised an eye ridge. "Really. I thought your parents were against this stuff?"

"They were against ME getting into it. They had no problem with the whole ACL thing, they just wanted me to be their business kid. But hell, the ACL is one of their biggest messaging platforms, they're not gonna be hurt by making it bigger! Plus, I think Sis pushed hard for it, too, she thinks having MY name in there'd be the best ad of all."

"Gee, sounds like everyone was in the loop on this one, except for a certain someone," Zuko remarked with a touch of asperity. "What's the deal with keeping this a secret from me? You think I'd blab about it to someone? I can keep a secret, you mighta gotten the better attitude sooner rather than later."

Fuero shook his head. "Ah, no...I couldn't. Uh...look, I know you wouldn't talk about it with anyone, you're an honorable and stand-up guy...but you CAN'T keep a secret. Or, you couldn't, at least."

"...What."

"Not your fault! I mean, I'm not blaming you for it! But, uh...did you ever wonder WHY the bacon bitch could get all those scoops about you so quickly? And so many other fighters?"

Zuko cocked his head, not understanding. "Grapthorne? I figured that walking pork roast was just paying grungy folks off to spill the beans, or hiding around corners eavesdropping. That's how most of the paparazzi do it, isn't it?"

"More than they should, but he, uh, was going the direct route. He, uh...he had your mind bugged."

"He WHAT?!"

"Yeah, I know. You and about 80% of the other big-name fighters. Anything you were even thinking about, he could pick up on it and twist it into his sensationalized stories."

The red 'Zard's jaw was nearly on the floor. "Wait, that's SUPER fucking wrong! And probably illegal! You can't just dig into anyone's mind like that!"

"Yeah, it is. He got busted on it yesterday. Heard he had the fuckin' mother of all meltdowns over getting blindsided by the bifurcation announcement, and while he was ranting I think he mighta exposed himself...I don't know, I didn't listen to it, but there were a whole lotta people yammering about it after the fact, so he must've said something pretty bad. It wasn't just fighters, either, he apparently was bugging a lot of people, and he'd come up with a way of doing it that was hard even for other psychics to detect...they should all be broken now, though, he apparently got a good dose of Dark Pulse to the head first thing. Something tells me he's probably not gonna be doing a whole lot of reporting even if he squirms his way out of prison time."

"Good riddance," huffed Zuko. "I've got enough trouble with those pests without them invading my head. Another thing I have to watch out for now. But how did YOU know about that?"

"I didn't, but I...well, I couldn't prove anything, so I didn't want to make public accusations, but I got a vibe when I heard more about how he broke the story on your retirement just like a couple hours after you talked with Bryson about it. No way Bryson woulda spilled, and you wouldn't have talked to anyone else about it...I wanted to try to see if I could figure out some way to maybe bait him into exposing himself, but he ended up blowing himself up before I could try to set that up."

"Hmph. You spend more time scheming than you probably should. You sure you don't want to be in business? Because you've put an awful lot of time into acting like a little smarty-pants."

"Pah, no way. Maybe I've spent a lot of time being thorough, but it's all been about the ACL. You get something interesting enough and I'll put any amount of time into it. Even when I'm sometimes kicking my own ass doing it."

"Well, cut that out. You'll have enough people kicking your ass, you don't need to pile on."

"Yeah, that's probably true," agreed Fuero with a bit of a flush. "Especially because I'm gonna take on both leagues."

The red 'Zard had done entirely too many double-takes already today, but clearly they weren't done coming. "Wha? Excuse me? Both leagues?"

"Yeah! I wanna prove to some of those techies that ya gotta do more than have the latest gadgets if you really wanna be great! If I fight on their level while having all the skill and training I get with the Natural League, I've gotta have the edge, right?"

"Or you'll run yourself into the ground at top speed. You really think you can keep up that kind of pace in two combat leagues?"

"Well, won't know until I try it, right? And if I can't, then I'll figure out what to do from there. Got lots of time before that, though, plenty of time to train up my stamina! And a trainer who seems to enjoy doing that to me, too," Fuero added with a hint of cheek.

Zuko rolled his eyes, but... "Well, I suppose it's not my business to try to talk you out of it...and apparently you're pretty damn good at making things happen how you want them, so I should probably just set the doubts aside for the time being. I almost envy you, whelp, you have an energy like I've never seen in my life. There's just no quit in you, even when I want there to be."

"What can I say? I had a good role model." Fuero grinned a bit slyly at Zuko. "But that's not all you like about me, is it?"

"...What do you mean?"

"There was one piece by the bacon bitch that I found that I didn't tell you about. It was one of those typical scandalous pieces in trash rags that eat that sorta thing up, but when I heard about what he was doing, it kinda gave me some thoughts." Fuero snickered a bit deviously. "Something about me being your 'luscious little boy toy' and how you were barely holding yourself back from pouncing on me...probably an exaggeration, you don't seem like that type, but I get the feeling there MIGHT be a grain of truth to it..."

Zuko's face was almost glowing red as he let out a deep rumble. "Whatever they're doing to him in prison, it's not nearly enough. I still want to have a pork roast."

"I think you can put that fire to better use." Fuero gave a slight murr as he stepped up to Zuko, running a hand on the red 'Zard's chest and making his eyes widen in surprise as he traced claws lightly over those muscles. "You know I find you hot...I kinda let that slip out without meaning to, but it was definitely the truth. But I didn't think it was mutual, figured you thought I was just a whiny little whelp that was more a pain in your ass than someone you wanted in your ass. But now that it's all out there, knowing you're into me...seems to me that's a good reason to make some fantasies come true."

"You...don't seriously think..." Zuko's face was steaming in spite of himself. "You're here to train, not...this sort of thing..."

"Sure, but it's not like this isn't vigorous exercise of its own, right?" Fuero stepped back, winking teasingly at the red 'Zard. "Besides, seems like now might be a good time for some celebration...you probably won't have a lot of time for that for the next month at least, with the tourney going on. But if you don't want to, I'll live...choice is yours, big guy, but you know I'm down to relieve some of that pressure. Stud like you, doesn't get around much but has so much fire in him, I'm sure you get pretty pent up..."

Zuko growled a bit, but he didn't have a good response to that. It was true, it HAD been a while since he'd had something like this...he couldn't remember the last time he'd really been drawn to someone else, sure he'd had flings here and there but they hadn't really attracted him the way Fuero did. And he didn't really understand why it was some designer whelp that was stoking his flames, but Fuero was doing just that...maybe he should have resisted a bit harder, but maybe he was in just enough of a good mood to indulge the purple 'Zard. Or maybe that was just the excuse he told himself to justify what he wanted to do anyway. "Maybe I CAN get that way...and what, exactly, would you be able to do about it? You think you can clear out some of that steam pressure?"

Fuero's grin broadened. "Oh, I have a few good ideas for how to do that. And all of them involve seeing that sexy body of yours in all its glory."

Well, that was certainly hinting at something - with a megaphone that would make an Exploud envious. But Zuko figured if they were going through with this, subtlety was probably out the door. He slipped himself out of his combat gear as Fuero disrobed, feeling a bit of a sense of exposure from it - it had been a while since he'd allowed anyone to see him undressed who wasn't a league physician, and even they rarely got that chance as he didn't need to be checked out very often. He rarely offered anyone the opportunity, since he didn't want that spreading all over - there was only so much he could do, he knew there were plenty of people who had designed ways to project his nude image out there, but he didn't want to encourage that. To be letting Fuero see him like this was a VERY rare thing, and he was a bit more self-conscious than he thought he would be...

Still, it helped ease his mind seeing Fuero baring it all as well. Not that it was that far removed from his current combat gear - and Zuko idly thought that perhaps they needed to discuss that as well, much as bare scale was probably appreciated he could have a much more unique look out there - but even having that speedo off was a step further than he'd gone so far, and matched Zuko for how exposed he was. And if they were both that way, then it felt a little less awkward. Though Fuero's eyes ogling him was threatening that just a touch. "Holy shit, you look amazing. Can't believe I'm actually seeing this, it's like a dream..."

"It had better not be, I don't want to wake up from this one," replied Zuko. "Don't get why you think I'm that appealing, all scuffed up like I am. You've got a body that looks like it's mint condition, you've probably got a ton more going for you."

"No way," countered Fuero immediately. "I look like I've barely done anything with myself. You look like you've fought, you've struggled, you've conquered, you've proven yourself. It's rugged, it's sexy, it's desirable...I don't look very rugged, I look like a rich kid. Put the two of us together, everyone's gonna be looking your way, not mine."

"They'd be making a mistake."

The purple 'Zard grinned at that. "Oh, you think I'm THAT hot, do you?"

Zuko looked away a bit, his face darkening further. "Don't push your luck, whelp."

"Luck, nothing. I'm flattered, I haven't had a lot of eyes on me like that, at least not for the right reasons. But I'd be happy to say I definitely find you at least as sexy as you find me. Wouldn't be spending so much time fantasizing about you if I didn't, for sure."

"...You HAVE been trying to actually clear your head during those mental training sessions, right?"

"Sure! But the rest of the time, you live in there rent-free." Fuero closed the gap between himself and Zuko, running his hand over the red 'Zard's musculature, tracing his claws along those firm pecs and into the valleys between each firm protrusion, grazing some of the scars marking up Zuko's hide. "So many hours looking, but never touching...I'm gonna savor being able to touch."

Zuko huffed, steaming from his nose. "You oughta be waiting for permission to touch, whelp. I think you're losing sight of who's in charge here."

"Ooh, you wanna play it like that, do you?" Fuero replied cheekily. "Show me who's in charge, then...or it might just end up not being you."

Zuko's eyes narrowed, and he grabbed Fuero's wrist, pushing into the purple 'Zard a bit, his snout meeting Fuero's. "You think you can take ME, whelp? I think you're getting a little too hot for your flames."

Fuero smirked back fearlessly. "Well, if you think that, then show me how hot my flames need to get." He pushed back into Zuko, grabbing a hold of him and trying to push into the red 'Zard. The struggle for dominance was on, and neither was showing their high cards yet, but their bodies were starting to rub against each other as they each refused to yield to the other. The air around them was starting to get a little hotter, just like the air within them - and that was only inflaming their lusts, their respective spicy scents starting to flow freely around them. Mingled with the natural scents of the trees around them, it seemed to be especially enticing...Zuko hadn't ever had a romp out here like this, and Fuero had never done it outdoors, period. And both of them were finding a lot to like about it.

Fuero was the first to make a more forceful move, trying to push Zuko back and put him off-balance, rubbing against the heated scales of the red; their slits were making slight contact, sending a thrill through each of them. Zuko wasn't about to let Fuero get the upper hand, though, and turned a bit to throw off the purple's momentum before starting to push himself, using his larger size and strength to overpower Fuero. Fuero tried to do the same turn, with less success as Zuko was ready for it, but it did let him push back into Zuko again, growling lustfully as he took a devious lick along the valley between Zuko's pecs. Zuko's gaze hardened a bit seeing that, the cheeky purple was definitely trying to get the edge on him with that teasing...his approach was more straightforward, and he was going to show Fuero how it was done.

Suddenly he threw himself forward, surprising Fuero with the sudden surge and getting him back on his heels. It didn't take long before they hit the ground, Zuko on top of Fuero, trying to pin the purple and get him to submit. Fuero wasn't making it easy, trying to slip out from under Zuko and flip the script on him, using his legs and tail to try to lever Zuko off of him - but Zuko kept him pinned with his superior weight and strength, keeping Fuero from getting enough of a grip on him to push away. And Fuero's cause wasn't being helped by the way Zuko was grinding against him...their cocks were pushing out of their slits, swelling to their full sizes rather rapidly now as they frotted against each other, heated slitfluids melding and mingling in a slick mess between their bodies. Both plenty long and plenty thick, Fuero's even a touch larger despite his slightly smaller stature, with tapering heads and pockmarked with a few steaming heat pits, and they were getting the most out of those sensitive heat spots making contact with each other - the surge of heat through them when they touched was the most stimulating thing for both 'Zards.

It didn't take long before Fuero gave in, steam billowing from his maw as he ceded control to Zuko with a lusty moan. The red growled aggressively, a grin appearing on his face once again. "That's what I thought, whelp. You've still got a lot to learn...and I suppose since I'm training you, I should SHOW you a few of those things." His grip shifted, his weight bearing down on Fuero as he rubbed his blazing poker against Fuero's more aggressively, one hand on Fuero's arm while the other reached under and took hold of the purple's other shoulder. Now Fuero was definitively under Zuko's control, but he certainly didn't seem to mind, as his legs opened wider and he offered his tailhole to the red 'Zard.

It was such a rush...Zuko definitely hadn't done enough of this recently, the way his heart was thudding in his chest, pumping him up and making the flames in him surge in a way they hadn't in a long time. He drew his cock down towards that tight purple pucker and pushed, a quiet snarl escaping him as he breached that taut yet welcoming passage and sheathed himself inside Fuero with a few forceful thrusts. He held himself inside, drawing in deep breaths of Fuero's scent as he reveled in the feeling of something other than his hand around his cock for the first time in too long.

Fuero was enjoying the hell out of it as well - the sight of that hot beast over him, bearing down on him with all the power in the world, piercing deep into him and stretching him out so nicely...a rougher ride than Fuero was familiar with, but it certainly felt right from the rugged red. But he wasn't merely a passive partner, and while Zuko was collecting himself, Fuero was teasing him, pushing up into him and clenching down on that blazing cock, steaming him up even more. A luscious murr passed from his maw as he gave a little lick to Zuko's snout, and Zuko gave him a steamy huff in response, like he was revving up more and more with each little push of his buttons. Which, if that was the case, Fuero wasn't going to mind in the slightest.

A little shift, a little bracing of his clawed toes in the dirt, and Zuko went to town. He wasn't going easy on the whelp, who clearly wanted everything he had to offer - and Zuko always liked going all-out when he was in action. He pulled out hard, slammed back in harder, thumping into Fuero with the aggression and power he was known for, gripping the purple more forcefully to keep him in place under Zuko. It wasn't a mindless rut, though, Zuko was seeking out those hot spots inside Fuero and ruthlessly ravaging them, getting loud moans and growls out of the purple 'Zard and being rewarded with more tightening around his own cock. His searing pre was pouring rather robustly into Fuero, making him nice and wet and enhancing the spicy scent in the air around them.

Fuero's teasing had stopped, but only out of necessity, as he craned his head back more and more under the red 'Zard's treatment, his crest-horns furrowing the dirt as he squirmed and clenched. His leaky dick drooled pre between their bodies, hissing out its thermal harmony under the sounds of hips smacking and flesh squishing together. It was even better than his fantasies had suggested, the experience so much more complete than just imagining the view...Zuko was rough, but he was GOOD, he hunted down the spots that make Fuero tingle and made sure to strike them over and over, as fierce and focused in sex as he was in battle. And Fuero was the overwhelmed challenger, but damn, did it ever feel GOOD to be overwhelmed like this. He pushed harder against Zuko, baring himself further and giving the red ample opportunity to hit his targets, squeezing down on him whenever he could to amplify Zuko's own pleasure, trying to give as good as he was getting - though he wasn't sure how he could measure up to THIS.

But he wasn't ready for the next level - suddenly Zuko snarled, and grabbed and held almost painfully tight as he began hammering in HARD, making Fuero cry out in shock as he was suddenly pushed far more fiercely. It hadn't registered to him that the red had been holding back on him - now he was REALLY getting everything Zuko had to offer, and what a smackdown it was! The blitz was punishing, that thick cock plunging in and out, nearly the entire length being used to ravage Fuero and breaking him open to the point where he felt empty for those brief moments when it wasn't solidly inside him. The impact sounded almost hostile, every hilting wet and noisy, accompanied by growls and grunts and moans from the two reptiles. Everything was being put into it - even Zuko's wings were half-flapping like they were trying to push him down into Fuero, his presence seeming indomitable over Fuero as he gave everything he had, his throbbing cock telling him he didn't have long left to go before he left his mark inside the purple...

But Fuero got there first, the grinding of his own cock against Zuko's scales melding with the demolition of his sensitive inner spots to send him into the stratosphere. A breathless roar escaped his maw as he erupted in between the two of them, making a nice thick mess that was being spread between them with every movement of Zuko's body, his body spasming and writhing under that fierce grip, twisting and tightening around that thick red poker...Zuko's roar was much fiercer and deeper as he slammed in once more, shooting off his own volcanic essence deep inside Fuero. It was such a powerful release, he hadn't gone off like this in what felt like ages, and it felt so GOOD to unleash what had been building up in his balls through the long dry spell...and every drop of it was going into that eager whelp, which felt even better, all that pining and wanting finally being satisfied in the most glorious way.

It felt like an age that they were at the top, enjoying the pinnacles of pleasure as their bodies unleashed everything that had built up, not just through their romp but over the months they had each been lusting over each other. Even the air around them seemed to be flaring up, getting wavy and cloudy with heat and steam and even some smoke as the two fiery lizards let it all loose. Even as things started to settle down, Zuko and Fuero were both clearly looser, more relaxed, the tension eased as the high trailed off, leaving them both immensely satisfied...at least, for the moment.

Eventually, Zuko worked up the energy to push himself up and off of Fuero, swaying off to the side and setting down next to Fuero; his entire front side was messy with steamy spunk, just as Fuero's was, and his cock was coated in the dregs of his own load, which was leaking a bit from the purple's tailhole. "Hrrr...think you've learned a little something, whelp?" Zuko growled slightly breathlessly, a grin plastered on his face.

"Hah...not bad, nat bad at all, old man..." Fuero pushed himself up to a sitting position, chest heaving in and out as he tried to beat away the fatigue of the afterglow. "Damn, you fuck like an animal, don't you? Gonna leave me as sore as if you'd fought me in the arena..."

"You wanted my fire, you got my fire. It burns just as bright no matter what it's used for. And when it's been building like that, it explodes out like a volcano."

"No kidding. But have you thought about building from a simmer?"

Zuko cocked his head. "What are you talking about?"

Fuero was grinning as as he leaned forward a bit. "Might be easier to show you than tell you, if you've still got something in the tank."

"Tch. Who do you think you're talking to? You're the one whose stamina has been lacking, whelp."

"Then you just sit back and let me work some magic, hot stuff." Zuko realized this was a pretty transparent effort to try to turn things around on him. But...well, the whelp might have earned a chance to show him what he thought he had. If he didn't have much, then it would just be one more thing he'd have to learn about. So he sat back, allowing Fuero to approach him, the purple crawling towards him with a glint in his eye and a sultry sway in his hips. He certainly LOOKED confident, but Zuko wasn't sure it was warranted.

Fuero, though, had a few ideas in him - and he was pretty sure he'd show Zuko a thing or two of his own. As he reached the red, he pushed him onto his back gently, laying him back on the grass before straddling Zuko, then leaning down and giving him a tantalizing lick in the snout. Slowly he worked his way back, giving Zuko licks down his neck and then chest, running his claws over Zuko's sides and wing bases, gentle scratches in spots he knew were sensitive - mainly because others had shown him by example.

Zuko was doing his best to try to keep an even expression, but it was pretty challenging when he was feeling what he was feeling. Those light touches were sending thrills through him that he wasn't prepared for - he'd figured anything gentle would barely register against his battle-weathered hide, something that was rapidly being disproven. Especially where Fuero was scratching, those wing-bases were remarkably sensitive, and it was extremely rare for him to feel a good sensation there, usually it was pain if anything. And that hot tongue dancing over his scales, slurping up some of the mess that was on them, running through the grooves between his muscles, was unexpectedly alluring. He was panting a bit, steam billowing from his nose as he tried to keep himself steady and not give in too quickly to the treatment.

Fuero could tell, though. He could feel the heat rising in the scales he licked, not to mention the resurgent erection pressing against his body. His was coming back as well, though he wasn't worried about that - there was no way worshiping such a sexy body WOULDN'T fire him up - but getting Zuko hot was a very good sign. And he only helped this along by bringing one hand down to toy with that fiery staff, massaging it gently with his fingers, rubbing over the pointed tip, dragging a claw ever so teasingly over those heat pits. And as he worked his way downwards, he dipped a clawed finger into Zuko's slit, lightly rubbing and scratching over the flesh and enjoying the feeling of it tensing reflexively around him. His own cock was poised at Zuko's star, but not pushing in, instead trailing around it, dragging near that pucker and leaving dollops of steaming fluid around it.

There was no keeping up the facade for Zuko now, the red 'Zard's head was tilted back, steam billowing from him like a smokestack, his fingers curled into the grass as he growled out in raw bliss. Fuero hadn't even entered him and he felt like he was being worked to the limit already! The pre drooling down his cock was only being collected and used by that devious hand, letting it slip over that staff and steam up those burning pits a little bit more. Once again the arousal was getting to a boil, and in a way Zuko hadn't ever expected it to - the people he'd been with hadn't ever done it like this, they were like him, rough and rowdy, not teasing like this. "Ngh...don't...keep me waiting too long...or you might miss your...rrf, opening..."

"Heh, steaming you up, old man?" Fuero couldn't help but tease. But he got the hint, and he took the advice, pressing against Zuko's asshole with more pressure now, pushing into the red 'Zard. He was much slower about it, though, easing it in and working it around a bit as he got into position, leaning over Zuko but not trying to pin him like the red had done with him. Zuko's jaw clenched at that gradual stretch that edged deeper and wider...if it had been a long time since he'd been with another, it had been even longer since he'd allowed someone inside him. And somehow, the drawn-out penetration felt even more imposing than he thought a quick one would. Fuero kept himself controlled, though, murring as he finally reached the base and relishing the intense heat of Zuko's innards. He could swear he could feel Zuko's lust through that heat, and he was intent on building it up even more.

When Fuero started thrusting, he was still taking it slower, determined to push Zuko to his very limits. He didn't draw out as far, he didn't thrust in as hard, but like Zuko had to him, he sought out the red's weak points, trying to find what would get the most rise out of him. Even though Zuko already seemed pretty keyed up from what Fuero was doing, those little hitches in his breath or slightly tenser and shorter growls were all hints that he was doing something right, and he made note of every one of them. And he hadn't stopped his other attentions either - one hand had returned to teasing that wing-base while the other braced himself, and he was giving little licks and nibbles to spots on Zuko's chest and shoulder, paying a little extra attention to some of the sexy scars on the red 'Zard's body.

Zuko didn't know how the hell this was working so well, but it was, and he was getting so wound up he thought he might lose control and start riding Fuero until there was a crater around the purple 'Zard. His cock was steaming and throbbing, leaking all over itself and somewhat over Fuero, he felt like he was on the verge of going over the edge already...and yet, Fuero's pace and movement was just slow enough that it wasn't pushing him over. It felt like it might at any moment, when Fuero's cock nudged his prostate, or when his scales rubbed just right over the tip, or when one of those nips and scratches timed themselves just right to combine into a rush that made his spine shake...he wasn't about to lose his cool enough to beg for it, but he was certainly hinting by the way he was pushing up into Fuero and squeezing around him, trying to encourage him to go faster, harder, to relieve the desperation he was feeling to finally feel that pinnacle once again.

Fuero wasn't in any hurry, though, keeping his pace even through Zuko's efforts to seize control. Grinning, growling lecherously, licking and biting teasingly, he even slowed down a bit, making sure Zuko couldn't tilt himself over the edge, but also making sure he didn't back away from it. Zuko's pre was adding quite considerably to the mess on Fuero's body, fluids dribbling down those scales as they hissed and steamed into the hazy air already swamped with Char sex, flooding their lungs with every husky breath. Especially Zuko's, which were heavier, more labored, tighter as he edged ever closer to losing it entirely - Fuero's teasing was going to drive him mad if he didn't get more quickly!

All of which was SO satisfying to Fuero - even if Zuko was his better in so many ways, he still clearly had a few touches that could give him the edge. Much as he wanted to keep enjoying the sight, sound, and feel of Zuko squirming desperately under him, though, all of that was getting him far too close, and he needed to hit that bombastic finish he'd promised. Without warning to the red, he lifted himself up a bit, steeled himself, and then let loose - very suddenly and forcefully ramming into Zuko and driving in with a speed and intensity that he hadn't come close to displaying in any of the preceding. The sudden surge actually got Zuko roaring out as he was suddenly furiously worked, and it barely took any time at all for him to start firing off, spraying a heavy glut of churned-up lava onto the purple's body, each pulse feeling unbelievably satisfying and freeing, elation pouring into him as the tension was carried away from him.

Fuero felt it almost just as good when he finally slammed in for the last time and geysered his own payload into those infernal confines, adding to the rapture Zuko was going through as he was filled with a wonderful foreign heat. That slow burn had built up so much pressure inside Fuero, too, and he could imagine what Zuko was feeling as he let loose everything as well - except Zuko maybe had it even harder since he wasn't controlling the pace of it. But it was one of Fuero's favorite feelings without question, he loved that release after everything built up, like a volcano going off and relieving all that pressure in an explosive display. And it sure felt like he was erupting just as violently, pumping every drop that his nads had worked so hard to prepare into Zuko's waiting innards.

It was a glorious release for each of them, and even as the high faded away, the aftermath was just as satisfying. Fuero half-flopped down onto to Zuko, the two panting and moaning quietly as contentment fell like a blanket over them. Feeling even better after getting so wound up, the pressure continuing to abate into nothing of consequence, the only remaining pressure being their bodies against each other. And that warmth wasn't something either of them was in any hurry to dismiss.

"So..." Fuero eventually spoke up, sounding tired but wonderfully happy. "Not such a bad approach, is it?"

Zuko needed a couple beats to collect his thoughts - his usual gruffness was caught up in a haze of feeling too damn good. "Mmnh...it suits you, whelp...riling people up until they can't take it anymore..."

"Hah, guess you could look at it that way. But it sure as heck does the trick. You might be able to put someone under your power just by size and strength alone, but I gotta be a bit more creative...it's fun, though, you might enjoy doing it yourself."

"Don't think I need to...but...hrm, maybe I wouldn't be against learning a few of those tricks..."

Fuero's grin widened at that. "Well, I'd be happy to teach you a few of them. Since you're training me on your approach pretty well, maybe I can repay you a bit by teaching you a few of mine. Think we could probably set aside some time to practice, too."

"You're already thinking about making this a regular thing?"

"Why not? Makes for a nice change of pace in my eyes. Though I guess it'll have to be when my body's not falling apart from training, I might not be as good at it when I'm aching all over."

Zuko snorted a bit. "Maybe we'll just have to work on your endurance some more." After a moment of pause, he then continued, "Though, I guess you might last longer using those bio-whatzits or whatever."

Now it was Fuero's turn for the double-take. "Huh? You're okay with me using bio-stabilizers? Maybe I DID go too hard on you..."

"Tch, keep dreaming, whelp. I haven't changed my mind about this stuff, and I still don't like it. But...well, I guess even a stubborn gasbag like me has to figure out at some point that I can't just demand no one ever use them just because of how I feel about them. Particularly that training stuff...you were right about how many naturals used them, and I guess it's a good thing they don't get hurt as much. Ain't ever gonna be my thing, though...I don't think I'll ever understand all that tech stuff. But if you're taking on two leagues, well, you're...gonna have to watch out for your body twice as much."

"I'm glad you have such concern for my body now," Fuero snarked, sticking his tongue out.

"Humph. Maybe I don't wanna see that nice hide of yours get all cut up like mine."

"Oh, hush, your battle scars are rugged, they make you look powerful. But you know...it might not be a bad idea to try to understand tech a LITTLE bit."

Zuko huffed. "Why would I wanna do that? Far as I'm concerned, I wanna interact with it as little as possible."

"Because...you might just feel a little less threatened by it if you know enough to exploit it."

"...Go on."

"Tech gives an unfair advantage, the numbers proved it. But unfair advantage doesn't mean unbeatable." Fuero had that mischievous look in his eyes again. "And a little bit of the right kind of understanding can tell you exactly what its weaknesses are, and how to make use of them...such as, say, in a certain first-round matchup that's coming up in your not-too-distant future."

Zuko was starting to get the feeling that it was a very good thing Fuero had no patience for business - his scheming mind and tenacious personality were a nightmare waiting to happen there. But if this was where he wanted to put that to use, perhaps it wouldn't be a bad idea to encourage that...

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"I'm here with Zuko Cambrion after that sensational match!" There was no getting away from the Ampharos this time, not during tourney time; Zuko had learned to live with it, even though the post-match interviews were never his favorite thing. Rarely did they ask anything worthwhile, just the usual fluff questions because they wanted to get the fighters talking. "Zuko, there was talk that you were on tap for an early exit after getting a first-round match-up against Gord Talassa! How does it feel having turned the tables on him?"

"How do you think?" replied the Charizard brusquely. "It's always satisfying putting a whelp in their place. Especially when they get too cocky for their own good."

"Zuko, last time you went up against Gord, his cannons were a menace to you. What was different this time?"

Zuko allowed himself a rare on-camera smirk. "These techies seem to think they can get away with anything just because they have fancy gadgets. But those scope things of his don't know how to deal with a good ashy smoke, they get all messed up. Maybe if he used his real eye instead of a tool, he'd've figured out how to shoot me down anyway, but I didn't think he was up to the task."

"With the league split coming, there's already talk about the inter-league exhibitions. With a performance like you had today, do you think you'll be ready to show more of that in those matches?"

"Hmph. Normally I'd say I have better things to think about...but I think someone needs to make sure they know they can't skate by just because they have those things. They're not gonna have that edge that they had now that they're in their own league, they're gonna have to step up their game...and if they think it'll be a fun little show-off thing when they get to go up against us, they're in for a rude awakening, because we're going to be ready for them. And we're going to see if they put in the effort, because if they didn't, it's gonna go just like this did today."

The Ampharos turned to the camera. "Wow! You can tell he's pumped, folks, I don't think I've ever gotten so many words out of him! Zuko Cambrion, definitely the unquestioned favorite for the title now!"

Puff and fluff, just as always...but it had felt good saying his piece. Zuko might not ever 'get' technology, but he certainly knew the value in knowing a bit about it now. And he had to admit, Bryson had been right, training someone had helped him change the way he thought, given him an edge he hadn't had before, and gotten him out of his rut...though, probably the best part would be going to see his purple whelp tonight and getting INTO a rut. Because having something to celebrate was different when you had someone to celebrate with, and it gave him all the more reason to make sure he could have many, many more.