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"Those businesses," Tenzin said as he slammed Tarrlok's door behind him, "are being extorted! "
"Hello, Tenzin," said Tarrlok, not looking up from his paperwork. "I thought you were having lunch alone."
"Sanctions!" the airbender continued, winding himself further up. "Sanctions against the victims of a crime! This is a new low for you! I cannot believe--!"
"Everyone's a victim when the police come knocking," Tarrlok cut him off sharply.
"Really?" said Tenzin, fuming. "This again?"
"If they're innocent," Tarrlok intoned, "then they have nothing to fear."
"They are being preyed upon by the Triads, and now they have to suffer economic sanctions too?! This is monstrous!"
"Little melodramatic," Tarrlok said.
Tenzin made a choked sort of noise, turning a furious scarlet. "You," he said, very measured, "are making a mistake."
Tarrlok took his sweet time in patting his papers into a neat pile before raising a brow at Tenzin. "The Council agrees with me."
A deep breath through the nose, exhaling through the mouth, and Tenzin turned a more normal colour. "The Council is wrong."
"Have you considered that you're being taken for a ride?" said Tarrlok.
The look Tenzin sent him simultaneously made him chuckle and had him feel a jolt in the pit of his stomach.
"Everyone who comes whining to your office," Tarrlok continued, even through his smirk, "are working knowingly with the Triads. It's only when they get caught that they spin this ridiculous yarn about being extorted--"
"Oh, please," Tenzin said.
"How am I wrong?"
Tenzin leaned on his desk, pointing a very lecturing finger at him. "I'm not denying that some of them might be in on it, but we already know that the Triads are running a protection racket. Your ridiculous sanctions punish all of them--"
"See, there's the difference between you and me, Tenzin," Tarrlok said. "I know how perfidious people actually are. I assure you that the vast majority, if not all of them, are willing participants in the con. People always want more, and they don't care how they get it."
"That is," said Tenzin, "a disgustingly cynical way to view the world."
Tarrlok shrugged. "I'm a realist."
Tenzin pushed away from the table, his eyes burning. "I'm disappointed," he said, his voice withering.
Tarrlok could feel his jaw drop. "Excuse me?!"
"I thought better of you," Tenzin continued. "I thought, even if we disagreed, we at least both respected the people we serve."
Tarrlok laughed in disbelief, rising from his chair to meet Tenzin's glare with an icy one of his own. "I serve the law-abiding citizens of this republic, not Triad-adjacent charlatans!"
"No," said Tenzin. "No, you serve who you deem worthy, and that, Tarrlok, is a dangerous path to go down."
"Oh, don't you dare!"
"What? Speak the truth?" Tenzin shrugged. “That’s my job.”
"Don't you dare imply-- you fucking sanctimonious--" Tarrlok sputtered.
"How am I wrong?" Tenzin said, entirely too smug.
Tarrlok clenched his fists and pressed his lips into a thin line. Somewhere, beneath the anger, he felt a strange, warm disquiet at how well Tenzin had come to know him.
Outwardly, however, he said, "I always knew you were soft of one crime, Tenzin, but I didn't expect you to actively aid the Triads."
"Oh, don't you start," Tenzin said, disgusted.
"How much are they paying you?" Tarrlok demanded.
"I beg your pardon?"
"How much are they paying you? I'm curious! Is it worth selling out the respectable citizens of the Republic?"
Tenzin stared at him, still as stone, for a long, tense moment. Then he nodded once, sharply, and marched to the door.
Tarrlok felt his shoulders slump. A breath escaped him in something that he thought was relief, but didn't feel like it.
But instead of storming out, Tenzin locked the door.
"Uh," said Tarrlok, still stuck in their argument.
"Alright," said Tenzin, moving around the desk, "have it your way."
Tarrlok was about to shoot off some acidic remark, but Tenzin's broad hands grabbed his lapels and pulled him into a crushing kiss.
Oh. Oh, that way. Okay.
Almost on instinct, Tarrlok began picking at the closures and ties of Tenzin's robes, pulling aside layers of linen till he could wrap his fingers around Tenzin's cock. Still soft, but its sizable girth was already beating a warm pulse against his palm.
Tenzin moaned, low and angry, into his mouth, and with a wrench, Tarrlok found his own trousers loose as well. One warm hand palmed as his dick, but the other slid down to grab his ass cheek, squeezing greedily.
Tarrlok hissed and bit at his lip, rolling against his hands, tugging at Tenzin roughly. For a wild moment he forgot himself, and he felt the blood rushing through Tenzin's body, felt it pool in his prick as it stiffened.
With a gasp, Tenzin broke the kiss and said, "Oil."
Tarrlok tried to think, but one of Tenzin's fingers was pressing between his cheeks, teasing at his hole. "Uh... second drawer from the top."
Tenzin stopped touching him, much to his dissatisfaction, but he couldn't do much but slump against the desk and wait.
Tenzin rooted through the drawer and straightened, triumphant, his prick jutting out from between his robes. Tarrlok's mouth felt very dry and in need of something to suck, but Tenzin turned to him, his face intent.
"Bend over."
Tarrlok laughed, more from surprise than anything else. "Well, you're in a mood!"
Tenzin reached for him, his broad hand cupping the back of his neck beneath the braids, and leaned close. "Tarrlok," he said, his voice firm in a way that made Tarrlok's cock jump, "bend over."
Tarrlok’s breath caught, and he nodded, turning to lean over his desk. The hand on his neck, however, pushed him down further till his cheek rested on the polished driftwood. Tarrlok could feel his heart pounding, too aware of the obscene way he was positioned.
He bit his lip to keep back a moan.
Tenzin shifted behind him, and the smell of myrrh filled the air. After a moment, slick fingers prodded at his hole, pushing into him.
Tarrlok’s hands curled to fists, and his forehead clonked onto the desktop.
A warm weight settled on the small of his back, Tenzin’s other hand keeping him in place as he finger-fucked him.
“This won’t change my world-view, you know,” Tarrlok said.
“Quiet,” said Tenzin gently, striking deeper with his fingers.
Tarrlok felt a pleasant internal tremble. The way those nimble fingers twisted in him, the calm timbre of Tenzin’s voice.
As awkward as he was in Council…
Still, Tarrlok had long since grown out of the habit of doing what he was told. He pushed to his elbows to give the airbender a smirking look over his shoulder. “Or are you hoping I’ll reach enlightenment through your pounding my--”
Tenzin’s fingers hooked down, and Tarrlok choked on his words, hips rocking needily back.
“Being smug is beneath you,” Tenzin said, and sounded pretty damned smug himself.
Tarrlok swallowed and found his brain again. “And-- and here I thought you were already so disapp--”
Again Tenzin’s fingers struck home, and again Tarrlok croaked, gasping for breath.
“Maybe we could open your water chakra a little wider,” Tenzin suggested, and he stretched Tarrlok’s ass open. Tarrlok hissed into the desk.
"If it's not open yet after all the times we've fucked," he choked out, "then you're doing a terrible job as a teacher."
"I must work with the material I'm given."
Tarrlok rolled his eyes, even as he panted and rocked against Tenzin's fingers. Enough dawdling. He arched his back artfully, looking back over his shoulder with a soft pout, his eyes half-lidded. "Tenzin...?"
Tenzin looked up, mouth already open to deliver some ridiculous zen wisdom, no doubt, but he stopped short at the look on Tarrlok's face. It would be funny, his wide-eyed look, if he didn't have three teasing fingers buried in Tarrlok.
Tarrlok tightened around those fingers with a low moan and said, " Fuck me, Tenzin."
Tenzin's dry swallow was very loud, even over the rush of Tarrlok's waterfall. "Alright," he said and pulled his fingers out.
Letting his head drop back to the desk, Tarrlok braced himself, eyes closed. A slick, blunt pressure pushed against him for a moment and--
"Ah, fuck!" Tarrlok gasped as Tenzin's cock slid halfway into his ass, thick and hard, stretching him wide.
"Quiet," Tenzin said, his voice strained.
"Can't-- can't--" Tarrlok panted. "Tenzin, just-- fuck me!"
Tenzin made a noise, low in the back of his throat; an eager little growl that had Tarrlok's dick twitching and leaking even before the first thrust.
Tenzin's hands clamped onto his shoulders, pinning him down on the desktop and keeping him in place. "People can hear you," Tenzin hissed, but it didn't stop him from rocking in deeper still.
"Not my problem," Tarrlok said to his desk. Tenzin rammed in to the root, jolting him forward, and Tarrlok whined, his fingers scrabbling on the polished wood.
"Tarrlok," said Tenzin, and there was that growl again, all warning and eager. He found a quick, hard rhythm, his hips slapping against Tarrlok's ass.
Tarrlok's hand shot up and grabbed the edge of his desk, knuckles white and trembling. "Oh, fuck, yes, right there, right there, Tenzin--!"
Warm fingers left one of his shoulders and pressed into his mouth, silencing him. He didn't care, not when Tenzin's heavy cock was ramming into him, filling him, striking sparks of pleasure every time Tenzin pressed in deep.
Tarrlok moaned around his fingers, sucking and laving at them with his tongue. It wasn't Tenzin's perfect dick, but it was an acceptable substitute.
"Tarrlok, you--" Tenzin gasped, his fingers pressing against Tarrlok's tongue.
"Mm," Tarrlok hummed. His teeth tightened teasingly, over Tenzin's knuckles, and he canted his hips back. It meant standing awkwardly on his toes, but at the next thrust, Tenzin slammed into him just so, and Tarrlok sobbed, eyes rolling back.
"You are so-- perfect," Tenzin breathed. He rolled his hips in a tight, desperate grind, setting Tarrlok's dick twitching and his spine tingling. "Infuriating, wonderful, beautiful--"
Tarrlok reached back, his hand clamping onto Tenzin's hip. A pleading moan was muffled around Tenzin's fingers.
Incredibly, Tenzin stopped instead, leaning over Tarrlok. His rough breath ghosted over Tarrlok's cheek. "If I take my fingers out," he panted, "will you be quiet?"
"Mmn," Tarrlok groaned, sending him a sidelong glare. But the intent look in Tenzin's eyes, stormcloud-dark, made him surrender, and he nodded.
Tenzin pulled his fingers out, slick with spit, and Tarrlok gasped for breath.
"See, I'm being very good," he said, voice low. "Now can you get back to fucking me?"
Tenzin pressed a warm, wet kiss to his cheek before straightening back up. The hand still on Tarrlok's shoulder slid down, into the ruffled folds of his coat to grab his hip.
"Mm, just--" Tarrlok hummed, wriggling and relishing the feeling of Tenzin's cock shifting in his hole.
Tenzin rocked forward, and Tarrlok croaked. His grip on the table's edge tightened again, his arm trembling with the force of it. With the next thrust, slick fingers wrapped around Tarrlok's prick, jerking him off at a rough, fast pace.
Tarrlok arched, only just stifling his moans to something soft and breathy. "C'mon, c'mon, harder...!"
Tenzin made a noise, something that might once have been a word, and complied. He shifted into a heady, pounding rhythm, jolting Tarrlok against the desk again and again.
He'd have bruises in addition to a sore ass when this was done. Tarrlok buried his face in his arms with a whimper at the thought; he wouldn't be able to move without remembering this.
Remembering Tenzin's hand tight around his dick.
Remembering Tenzin's rough breathing and soft words of praise.
Remembering Tenzin's cock ramming into him relentlessly, spreading his ass open.
"Is that good?" breathed Tenzin. "Is that good, my Tarrlok?"
Tarrlok nodded frantically, face still hidden by his arms.
"Do you like this?" Tenzin's voice was rough and warm and eager, flowing over Tarrlok, making his skin prickle.
"Yes," Tarrlok said in a gasp.
"You're perfect," Tenzin went on, "so perfect--"
"How perfect?" said Tarrlok, his voice raw, and he cast a look over his shoulder to see Tenzin, flushed and open-mouthed. "Tell me!"
"You were made for this," Tenzin said, and Tarrlok clasped a hand over his mouth to stifle his plaintive moans. "You were made for me, perfectly beautiful, fuckable Tarrlok--"
Tarrlok sobbed, rocking back against him hard.
Tenzin met him, mid-thrust, pressing in achingly deep, pinning Tarrlok against the edge of the desk with the force of it. Tarrlok arched beneath him, coming in jittery spurts across Tenzin's fingers.
He slumped onto the desktop, his breath hard and shrill, catching at each frantic thrust. There was a telling desperation to Tenzin's movements. His come-slicked hand turned and dug into Tarrlok's thigh, keeping him high and close.
Tarrlok's legs were trembling with the strain, his toes curling with the residual pleasure.
Above him, Tenzin made a noise, low and grinding and raw, his dick slamming into Tarrlok to the hilt and staying there as Tenzin trembled.
Tarrlok panted, laying still and enjoying it; the sound of Tenzin in the throes, his fingers digging into Tarrlok's muscles. His cock stretching Tarrlok's hole wide still, resting inside him.
Wait...
Tarrlok pushed himself to his elbows. "Did you--?"
Tenzin pulled out with a soft murmur, and warm come dribbled down the inside of Tarrlok's thigh.
"You did!" Tarrlok said, a touch scandalised. He twisted at the waist to give Tenzin a Look. "The polite thing is to ask first, you know!"
"You seemed preoccupied," said Tenzin, entirely too smug for the flushed, dopey smile on his face.
Tarrlok pushed upright, pretending not to stagger slightly as he turned back to face his lover. "Rude."
Tenzin's hands were on his jaw, tracing the line of it with his fingers, and Tenzin murmured, "I like coming in you." His face was a lovely shade of pink.
"Yes," said Tarrlok, "I'm well aware of your breeding kink."
The pink turned a plump scarlet in about two seconds. "I'm sorry, my what?!" Tenzin sputtered.
Tarrlok chuckled, turning his head to press a kiss to Tenzin's palm. "Well, between your fondness of creaming up my insides--"
"Tarrlok!"
"--and how often you knock up Pema, it's hardly a secret, is it?"
"Y--you are obscene," Tenzin stammered, his hands dropping.
"You're the one who just busted a nut in my ass without permission," Tarrlok reminded him. He leaned in to kiss that scandalised look off of Tenzin's face. "It's fine, Tenzin," he murmured. "Just one more reminder as I go about my day."
Tenzin's breath caught, and he returned the kiss firmly, his hands closing on Tarrlok's hips.
Tarrlok indulged it for a moment, then batted him away. "Alright, okay. I have work to do, and so do you."
"I do," Tenzin agreed against the corner of his mouth, and the low rumble of his voice made a thrill run down Tarrlok's spine. "For one thing, I'm going to find a way to block those sanctions."
Tarrlok rolled his eyes. "Oh, are you?"
"I am," Tenzin assured him, but the smile he graced Tarrlok with was warm and affectionate and made Tarrlok's stomach clench with want. "Now that you're not inclined to get in my way."
"Oh, get out of my office," Tarrlok huffed.
Tenzin laughed and kissed him again.