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You find out that Neteyam doesn’t see you like a little sister.

Use of the “it’s cold so we have to share a bed” trope, and step bro Neteyam. Enjoy! 💋

It was dark, and the snores of your host family were quiet against the cool air. You could just barely make out their shapes around the room: Jake, with Neytiri’s head nestled against his chest. Arms wrapped around eachother for warmth. Kiri, Lo’ak and Tuk were snuggled up in a pile, snoring softly.

You shivered from your corner of the room. It was a cool night, which was rare for pandora, and to combat the chill the whole family had fallen asleep around the fire. It was now a pile of glowing red coals, and you were freezing with cold. Your teeth chattered, and you stared into the dying fire, willing it to warm your bones. Your eyes wandered to Neteyam, sleeping peacefully on the opposite side of the room. He was still, snoring softly and his usually hard expression was softened by sleep.

You were frozen, but there was no way you’d go snuggle up to him. Of course, if you did work up the courage to do so, he’d welcome you into his haven, warm you up no questions asked, but your face heated at the thought of feeling him. Being so close. His bare chest flush against your back. He would be able to feel your heart racing, threatening to beat out of your chest.

Another breeze wafted through the room. You decided to join Kiri, Tuk and Lo’ak. You rose, muscles stiff with inadequate sleep, and padded your way across the cold, packed mud floor.

“Kiri.” You shook her shoulder gently. “Kiri, can I sleep with you guys?”

She grimaced in her sleep. “There’s not enough blanket. Just go sleep with Neteyam.”

Your cheeks heated at her words. Of course she hadn’t meant it like that. But nonetheless the sentence got your imagination running wild. You ignored the blush creeping across your face. “Please?”

She shook her head and rolled over.

“Fine.” Maybe this was a good thing. Maybe It would be like exposure therapy, you could finally leave your childish crush on your step brother in the past, move on.

Who were you kidding, it in your blood. You hugged yourself tightly and padded over to him. His expression had changed now, his lips where pursed and he looked focused. Your heart was beating rapidly as you softly called out to him. “Neteyam?” You hated bothering him, you always despised feeling like a nuisance, especially to him. He was always so composed and mature. It intimidated you; it made you feel like too much. To loud, to feisty. “”Teyam?”

He turned his head towards you. “Oh, hey.” His voice was raspy with sleep his lids heavy. He sat up, propped on his elbow, and you fought the urge to glance down at his bare chest.

Your voice was quiet “Sorry for waking you, but I’m freezing over there in my corner, and Kiri said there’s no room with her, so-“ He stretched his arm out and lifted the thin blanket for you in one languid movement. You smiled sheepishly at him. “Thanks.”

You crouched, getting under the blanket, and as soon as your leg grazed his, he breathed out, “You’re freezing. Come here.” You melted at his words. His arm gently wrapped around your waist, fingers leaving a hot, tingling trail behind them, and he drew you into his chest. He was hot and hard, and made no move to remove his hand, draped across your soft waist. Your breath was shallow, as if anything more would make the precious moment dissipate. You laid in silence.

His fingers moved, spreading out across your belly, his hand was huge against you. Your heart raced are you imagined it everywhere. Against your hip, cupping your breasts, in your- His soft voice startled you out of your wild thoughts, “I was dreaming about you.”

“Yeah?” Your eyes widened in the darkness. “What happened?”

He hummed. “Nothing important.” He never was a man of many words.

You turned around to face him, and adjusted your position, head resting on your bent arm. His arm now wrapped around your back. Your faces were close. Your legs tangled. “You can’t just say that and then brush off the question. Dreams are important.”

“You’re right.” His eyes glistened with jest. “Ok, I’ll tell you when you’re older.” He joked. It was something he used to say when you were a child, and he wanted to avoid an interrogation. Your 7 year old self had looked up at him, “Can you teach me how shoot an arrow?” Or “how are babies made?” And that had been his go to line. Now, it was no longer a valid one.

The time has come for him to finally be open, present you with all the answers he’d ever kept from you, yet he’d done the opposite. Bottled them up and thrown them away. “I am older. I’m not a little girl anymore.”

He looked at you intently, an eyebrow quirked. “I see that.”

“Really?” You frowned slightly, “I feel like you treat me exactly the same.”

He cleared his throat, “Well I don’t see you the same, trust me.”

You looked up at him, his lips were slightly parted and his lids were heavy. His eyes searched your face. You felt lightheaded, mouth dry. His eyes darted to your mouth as you licked your lips. Your breasts rose and fell with heavy breaths.

“You still see me like a little sister though…” You pried. You needed this, an answer. Either way, whether it cut your heart out painfully or filled it up to the brim, it was something you needed to know.

He hummed and you felt the vibration. “Tuk’s my little sister, not you.”

You smiled at him, and his eyes glowed with the reflection of the dying embers. His guard was down, you decided to test the waters, your fingers traced up his arm. Goosebumps appeared, to your delight. “So, big bro, you dream about me a lot?”

His eyes widened, ever so slightly before he regained his ever present composure, he joked, “They’re more like nightmares, actually.”

You rolled your eyes at his tease. Your brain searched hastily for a quick jab back, a witty response. “You mean wet dreams.” It tumbled out fortuitously. You hadn’t t meant to say it really. Had you? Your eyes widened and you bit your tongue. You felt your skin prickle with embarrassment, and, something else. Excitement.

He raised his eyebrows. “Oh, that’s where your mind went? Dirty girl.” It sounded filthy, dirtier than he’d meant it. Now it was his turn to redden. But it was out there now. Both of you continued, cautiously entering a place of no return. You felt on fire. Senses heightened with arousal at the exchange of banter. And his nickname. Oh, his nickname. Dirty girl. You were slick.

“Hey. I just said what we were both thinking.” You tilted your head at him. His breath was hot across your face. A silence fell upon the two of you. His arms held you tight, anchoring you to the ground.

He quirked an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You echoed, thoughtlessly. Nothing but him, occupied your mind.

You traced your finders up his arm, and he flexed slightly beneath your touch. You felt them up. Hands dwarfed by his large arms. You slowed, running your hands up his shoulder and to his neck. You could feel his pulse there, and you continued, finally resting at the nape of his neck. Your blunt nails gently scratching his hot skin. He leaned down. Your pulse was pounding. Limbs tingling with anticipation. His lips brushed your cheek and your felt his hard cheekbones rise with a smile. He breathed in deeply, chest brushing your breasts.

“Y’ smell good.” His voice was soft.

You tingled at his compliment. Again, you blurted out, “I taste good too.” He chuckled gently at your witty invite, and you melted at the raspy sound. He leaned down and his lips brushed yours. He was needy. So were you. His lips moved with yours, soft and warm. They parted and he opened his mouth, inviting your tongue to meet his. It was hot and wet. You pressed your body against his, hips flush. He breathed in sharply as your lower stomach brushed the prominent bulge at his pelvis.

You grinned and pulled away, a thin, lewd string of saliva connecting your mouths, a tangible reminder of what had just occurred. You brushed his hip with teasing fingers and gestured to his hard on with your chin. “Yeah, sure it wasn’t a wet dream.”

a/n: its heating up now stinkers next chapter is going to be THE chapter >:P

Warnings: Violence, gore, blood

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Part 6 of ?

Part Five

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Chapter 6 - I See You 

There was no mistaking those amber eyes, eyes that had haunted your dreams filled with melancholy, wrath, or whatever your brain chose to torture you with, now aglow in the darkness. At this moment they were warm and familiar, coaxing you into calmness. Quaritch was actually here, watching the grimy man above you with a promise of death in the curl of his lip, poised to attack and kill as his lethal body had been trained and honed to do. He raised a finger to his mouth and you bit back a sob of relief because you knew as well as you knew the sun would rise each morning that Quaritch would save you, wouldn’t let this soldier with the foul stench end your life, and despite the cold distance the two of you had shared, that seemingly unclosable rift hadn’t stopped him from coming to find you. 

A thread of tension electrified the jungle as the man’s grip tightened around your braid, wrapping the tresses around his knuckles to ensure a strong grip for when he would slash your throat and watch the life pour from your wound. Your scalp stung painfully and you saw Quaritch shift in the brush, coiling tighter, prepared to pounce. 

The man leaned down close, his nose brushing the hollow of your cheek and that disgusting, rank breath washing across your face. You fought the urge to gag, to shudder away, and could hardly respond to his sardonic question. “Anything to say, baby? Gonna pray to that stupid little god you’ve got? What was her name…Yewah, Eyah, Eyw-” 

The man was ripped from your back, hand wrenching painfully from your hair. The force of the momentum sent you rolling off to the side, away from the snarling, screeching fray that had erupted across the clearing. Your elbow banged painfully against roots and downed branches and you tried to gain your bearings through the rush of adrenaline and fear, steady your shaking limbs on the forest floor but they twinged painfully and bloomed with bruises. 

In the second the soldier had spoken, gotten just too close to you for Quaritch’s liking, he had seized the opportunity and struck. His exit from the underbrush had been silent as a breath of wind, on top of the soldier before the soldier could comprehend there was a third presence in the forest. It was almost impossible to believe this soldier had come from Quaritch’s old clan. Their difference in skill, in combat, was staggering as Quaritch dominated him, pinning him by the throat to the forest floor and landing blow after uninterrupted blow. The two grappled, the soldier struggling against Quaritch’s weight, elbows up to block his already swollen and bloodied face. His knife had been discarded in the surprise attack and his fingers scrabbled blindly for it to no avail. It didn’t make a difference; even if the soldier found the knife, Quaritch would have disarmed him in moments or, in his bloodlust, turned the knife upon him and cut him open. 

You’d never seen Quaritch so unleashed like this, driven by rage and fury. But no, he wasn’t unleashed. He was completely in control, landing each hit in the most calculated and tender spots that exploited the holes in the soldier's figurative armor. Most of the noise came from Quaritch, curses, and snarls that filled the air with primality.  He was all power, a weapon sent to kill, and he unleashed himself like an untamable fire onto your attacker. He would beat the intruder to death if he continued much longer and you were sure the slaying wouldn’t weigh heavy on his conscience, but it would weigh on yours, despite the fact the man had had you in the grip of death, prepared to slice you open like an animal. With the sheer brutality Quaritch had assaulted him with, you feared this soldier's death would send shockwaves back to whichever Command he had come from, whoever had sent him, and that would only cause more trouble for the both of you. 

“Quaritch,” You rasped, shifting your aching limbs to try and push yourself up. “Quaritch, enough. Don’t kill him.” 

Quaritch’s fists stuttered, then slowed to a stop, landing a final blow that smacked against the man's quivering cheek. The soldier gurgled weakly, spitting pink saliva from his mouth. Quaritch’s knuckles were split and bubbling with sticky blood both from himself and the man’s face and it was pure gore to see that hot crimson against his deep blue skin. It was clear the last thing he wanted to do was leave the soldier alive or allow any chance of escape but you were propped against a tree, tired and wincing and his number one priority was you. He pushed off the motionless figure beneath him and hurried to you, crouching against your side to get a good look at your face and wounds. 

“What did he do to you?” He asked quietly, smoothing the pad of his finger over a red bruise already beginning to form at your neck where the knife had nicked you. 

“I’m fine, I promise. How did you find me?” 

Quartich’s eyes found the cut at your neck where the soldier had nearly split you open. His jaw ticked and his tail lashed and you were sure he was considering turning around and finishing the stranger off, but your gentle touch on his bicep stopped him. 

“How did you find me?” You asked again. 

“Followed ‘ya. Saw you get up and leave, knew you couldn’t go a second without trouble so I followed ya. ‘M glad I did. When I saw him holdin’ you like that, about to be…I’ve never felt like that in my life. I would have killed him without blinking an eye for touching you, touching what’s mine. I’ll still kill him.” 

A shiver raced down your spine at the intensity of Quaritch’s words and gaze. It was a feeling you’d grown familiar with and were beginning to accept, that connection that had followed you since you’d first met and ignited an inexplicable warmth within you at his displays of possessiveness. You were his, had been since you’d first plastered coral weed across his raw back. He had become your whole world, your moon, and your stars. You suddenly felt overcome with tears and relief that he was really there, in front of you, and your lower lip wobbled. 

“I was thinking of you, you know.” You whispered. “If I really was going to die, I wanted to see you one last time and when you were there I thought I was dreaming or that I’d already been killed. I thought it was too good to be true that you would save me and then you were there-” You choked off, crying freely now. Hot tears dripped off your cheeks and jaw, uncontrollably. To see Quaritch there and know he was real, know you were now safe, and that he would never let anything happen to you was a feeling incomparable to anything else. It transcended anything you could have ever been angry at him for, absolving him of the cruelest sins. He was your god, delivering you to the gates of heaven and away from the fear that pockmarked mortal existence. You couldn’t believe you had thought he would abandon you, barely pass a thought to your absence, when he had just fought so brutally for you. 

“Don’t cry, sweetheart, ain’t no need for tears.” 

His thumb swiped at your cheek, collecting the wet trails that dripped off of your chin. You closed your eyes and let yourself sink into the feeling of him, the smell that was so familiar and washed away the rank and filth of your violator. He smelled metallic, like blood, but more powerful was his sweat and the musk of the ocean, your home, that clung to him and evaporated all traces of the sterile chemicals that had emanated from him when he washed ashore. Quaritch’s warm forehead pressed against yours and the wet pad of his nose brushed your cheekbone. You could feel the rise and fall of his chest, heavy exhales of warm breath caressing your mouth. It was intimacy in its most basal form, the thrum of two hearts slowing to each other's rhythm and two souls connected across horizons. He was close, he was home, he was safety. 

“I was scared,” Quaritch whispers. “I’ve never been scared in my life ‘cept for when that knife was against your throat and I thought…” He sucks in a breath and doesn’t continue, can’t continue. But you understand, know his fear intimately and exactly.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see the body stir, shifting out of its stupor. Quaritch sees it too and is immediately on alert, shifting so his broad body is guarding yours like an immovable wall of muscle. His tail, which you expect to be splitting the air like a whip, drapes calmly against the top of your thigh. 

From over Quaritch’s shoulder, you can see the body half rise on its elbows, head lolling against its shoulder. 

“You one of them now, Colonel?” 

The man’s voice comes out garbled past broken teeth and bloody gums and carries none of the swagger you’d heard when he had you trapped beneath him. 

Quaritch’s ears fold back and he hisses through bared canines. 

The soldier wheezed out something that resembled a laugh, though it caused him more pain as he clutched his side lacerated with cuts and scratches. 

“I didn’t think you of all people would turn, Colonel. You hated those disgusting savages more than anyone on base and now you’re shacked up with one of them, probably some whore-” 

“Tell me what the hell you’re doing here before I kill you slowly. And painfully. I don’t recognize your face but it seems like you know me so you know what I’m fully capable of. Tell me before I lose my patience, soldier.” 

The soldier says nothing, does nothing, and you wonder if the two are sizing each other up. The irritated twitch of Quaritch’s tail tip is your only indication that his passiveness is just a front and you have no doubt that he’s eager to finish off the disrespectful avatar across the clearing. He was practically itching for it. The display of such power should have been frightening but it instead sends a thrilling rush through you. It’s embarrassing, how attuned your body had become to Quaritch, and it was frightening the sway he has over you. You should be scared of him, of his ability to kill. He’d just nearly beaten someone to death with his fists and sported only cosmetic wounds that would heal in a day. He was ready to do it again, too, but it was all for you and that’s what sent such a delicious sensation through your blood. 

The soldier’s gaze finally drops away and the silence is broken as he wheezes and struggles for a pocket on his left breast. Quaritch tenses like a snake prepared to strike at any sign the man was pulling a weapon, but instead, his shaking fingers pull out a bloody slip of paper. He holds it out to Quaritch, offering answers to his presence. 

Quaritch doesn’t immediately advance forward. He’s clearly weary and though the knife is still out of reach to both of them and the soldier is in no position to make a move toward it, the sky people were unpredictable. Dangerous. But Quaritch’s analysis of the risk of leaving you seems to come up clean because he squeezes your calf bracingly, stands, and snatches the paper from the soldier's hands. As he reads, his face grows darker and darker. The material crumples beneath his fingers and you’re worried it will shred before he finishes reading it. But then he’s dropping it to the forest floor and crouching in front of the soldier, speaking quietly. You strain your ears to hear what he’s saying but it’s impossible because they’re speaking so low, so fast, that your rudimentary English skills can’t keep up. 

It was unfair that you were always deprived of information despite how it concerned you and your clan. You remembered the conversation with your father, his concerns over the sky people and their will. Everyone had heard of the burnings in the clans to the west and north where the demons had slaughtered innocent Ilu and scorched villages to the ground so you were familiar with their brutality and you knew that is what your father thought of when he assessed the risk of housing Quaritch. But he had decided to do so anyway and despite the chivalrous gesture from your father and yourself, Quaritch kept you out of the loop anyway. Hmph. 

The tense, hushed conversation between Quaritch and the bloody soldier came to an end. He looks distressed if his pinned ears are any indication and that gut feeling that something was wrong began to brew. 

Quaritch rose to his feet and crossed the clearing back to you. He was grave and there was a coldness about him that hadn’t been there before their conversation. 

“What did you talk about?” You asked softly, reaching out to hook your pinky around one of Quaritch’s fingers. 

“I’m leaving.” 

“What?” 

Quaritch gently pulled his hand away from yours and crouched so he was looking you squarely in the eye. Some of the coldness had dissipated and was replaced with painful longing. A goodbye. 

“That soldier back there is part of a group that’s looking for me. Before I came to the clan I was…important, and this group, they’re not the type to let important people go. It’s better if I leave so I don’t put the village in any more danger.”

“Danger? You don’t want to put us in any more danger?” You let out a sardonic laugh and pushed yourself further up the tree trunk and away from Quaritch. “You’ve already put us in danger by leading this man here, doomed our clan to perish beneath the sky people, and now you are going to run away when things look a little too dangerous. You are a coward, Quaritch, for abandoning us, no, me, so easily.” 

“I ain’t leaving 'cause I want to, Princess.” Quaritch snapped. “I’m leavin’ 'cause if I don’t you, your father, your mother, and everything you love will be burned to the ground because of me. If I turn myself over and go back, that won’t happen. I’m protecting you!” 

You smacked Quaritch in the chest, unable to believe him. “You are going to leave? After everything we’ve done for you? After everything I’ve done for you?” The tears were flowing now, unstoppable, impossible, and gutting. What had the soldier said to Quaritch to convince him to leave? The two of you were supposed to be in this together, or so you had thought, and now he was turning tail and running at the first sign of trouble. What was on that stupid paper? You wanted to know but knew it wouldn’t matter because whatever it had said, it was pushing Quaritch to leave you. You beat Quaritch against the chest, cursing him, and he didn’t stop you, let you relieve your pain out onto him. 

“I’m not letting you leave. No, you won’t go!” 

“I ain’t gonna hurt you anymore, dammit! Your pops will be glad I’m gone-” 

“I will not be glad you are gone because I love you! I love you and I cannot, will not go on without you. I do not care if you don’t feel the same but I have learned and experienced more in these past months with you than before you. There is nothing for me after you, no air to breathe, no life for me to live. Nothing!” You grasped at Quaritch’s cheeks, leveling his face so you could pour every feeling and every memory into him. “I see you, Miles.” 

Quaritch’s face went slack and unreadable. You felt your heart shrivel inside. You’d laid yourself bare in front of him and revealed the secret you’d carried inside you for months and it still wouldn’t be enough to make him stay-

But then he was surging forward and his lips were on yours, sucking you into him and consuming you like an unquenchable fire. You squeaked in surprise against his mouth, grasping at his wide, endless shoulders for balance. His wet tongue slipped against the bottom of your lip, tracing its curve and you shuddered into him, parting your legs so he could fall into you. Your hands moved from the divots of muscle in his shoulders to his wide, angular jaw, feeling its movement and fluidity as he kissed you breathless against the tree. The chatter of the jungle fell away and it was just the two of you there, the warmth of two bodies, two desires. His scent was all around you, heady and thick and him, intoxicating you into a drunken state in which you craved Quaritch more than you craved air in your lungs. 

“I see you, Darlin’.” He breathed, breaking away to kiss along the corner of your mouth and the flat of your nose bridge. “If you don’t want me to go, I’ll stay. But I’m not sayin’ it’ll be easy or safe and I’m not saying I’ll be easy because if you know me, you know I’m not,” 

You let out a watery laugh through tears that still beaded your eyes, pressing a lingering kiss to his mouth. “I don’t care. Just stay with me.”

Quaritch’s lips twitched into a half-smile and he pressed another kiss to your mouth before leaning back on his heels and rocking forward to his feet. He crossed the clearing, approaching the soldier who was laid flat and motionless on the floor. You thought he was dead but Quaritch kicked his side with his foot and the soldier jerked back to life.

“Your leaving by your damned self, pipsqueak. You better hope I don’t see you sniffing around here again or I won’t be so nice next time.” 

The soldier spat at Quaritch’s feet, rolling on his side to get up. “You’re a damned t-traitor. You know they’re not gonna let you and your slutty girlfriend-” 

Quaritch swung back and kicked the soldier in the cheek, forcing him back to the ground.

“Listen closely,” Quaritch said quietly, bending down with a snarl. “You’re gonna get the fuck off this island and you’re gonna tell the General that I’m dead. They ain’t gonna come looking for me because if they do, there ain’t no place on this planet you can hide from me. I’ll gut you like a fish and you’ll beg me to kill you,” 

The soldier stared up at Quaritch before nodding slowly. It seemed he had no more cheek left in him, could barely talk through the swelling in his mouth, and Quaritch left the soldier to stand on his own feet and returned back to your side. 

“How you feeling? Wanna get that looked at?” Quaritch asked, brushing the back of his index finger lightly against the cut on your neck. You winced and shook your head. 

“I’m alright, it will heal quickly. Are you ok? Your hands…” 

You took his large, warm palm and smoothed your index finger over his split and swollen knuckles. The blood had dried but you worried infection would set in or that the pain would be too much. Quaritch barely shifted when you touched the bone, didn’t flinch at your picking and prodding. He just looked down at you, the corners of his lips barely curled upwards, and those yellow eyes were glowing with something overwhelming and rich, hypnotizing. Your hands fell away from his, slid up his forearms and biceps, feeling the curve of his muscle. They slid over his wide back that rippled with strength and power, and around his neck. You pulled his head down, catching his mouth in yours and pressing him close against you, trapping you against the tree. The soldier had picked himself up and stumbled through the brush, leaving a flattened patch of grass speckled in dark blood as any sign he’d been there at all. 

Quaritch’s large palms gripped the back of your thighs, pulling you into his lap and your legs wound around his narrow waist. He kneaded at the soft flesh of your ass, slipping his thumb just beneath the twine that formed the string of your loincloth. His tail, whether he knew it or not, had slipped across the soft earth and curled around your calf in the way it liked to do. The warmth from before was back, this time an inferno that fed your desire, electrifying your blood and body and sending a thrill down your spine. Between your thighs, you throbbed, and your entire being sang for Quaritch. 

“Miles,” You whimpered, licking at the seam of his lips. He kissed the tip of your tongue, sucking softly, kissing his way to the base of your ear. “Miles,” You breathed again, pulling away to look down at him. He was flushed pink and heaving and his eyes were heavily lidded, unable to pull away from your swollen lips. 

“I want to mate with you, I want to be with you until we return to the earth, to connect with you and…feel you.”

Quaritch squeezed the side of your thighs, nuzzling the underside of your neck.

“What do we gotta do? To mate?” 

You smiled coyly, pressing up and off of him and holding out your hand. 

“I will show you. We must go to Eywa.”

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Neteyam is like an older brother to you…until he isnt. Gets a little steamy at the end, enjoy!

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Neteyam had always been like an older brother to you. The Sullys had taken you in after your parents had died in battle years ago, and you had basically grown up together. You had always been incredibly close with the oldest son, but recently, you’d begun to notice a shift in your platonic dynamic. The way his eyes would linger on your just a little too long from across the room made you wonder if your life long dream had finally come into fruition. 

For as long as you can remember you’d had feelings for Neteyam. The way he stood, slightly reserved, backed away from the action before him. You loved the way his shoulders hunched slightly, as if he was hyper aware of his tall stature, wanting to slouch to put others at ease. He was tall now, and broad too, with large hands you loved to watch at work. The hands that had showed you how to sharpen a blade, shoot an arrow. He was only a year and a half older than you, but he knew so much about things that were alien to you, and he was always so patient. In turn you would teach him how to mend his clothing, or what berries he could snack on while he was out during a hunt.

You loved the way his belt sat low on his hips, and the way his hair swayed when he walked with the confidence radiated from him. You had only ever had eyes for him, your Neteyam. 

But recently, he’d seemed to become more reserved toward you. He would keep his replies to your questions short and curt, eyes averted when you spoke to him. It hurt. 

…

It was true he was avoiding you, but not for the reason you had assumed.

If only you knew. If you knew the way he watched you, how your hips swayed as you walked, or your cheeks peeked out from below your sash. How he would stare as you bent down to gather mushrooms. How your hair fell loosely down your back to the dimples just above your sash that sat just a little too low on your hips- he had to tear his eyes away. His face was heated. 

How could this happen? One day something had changed. One day you were grown, and you were beautiful and he wanted you. He’d imagined so many things, dirty things that would never happen. He thought about you when he laid in bed at night, just a room away. If he’d had the guts-or the insanity, he could get up, and go to you, touch you, feel you. You’d been his first wet dream, he remembered waking up a mess, inside and out. The thought made him crazy. What would his parents think? What would you think? He had to distance himself. Perhaps try to find a girl, someone other than you, to distract himself. 

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It was the day of celebration, a new year was beginning and it was a night to welcome a time of plenty and blessings. You were in your room that you shared with Kiri, finishing getting ready. It was dark out, and almost everyone had left to set up the tables for food, or start the bonfire. Lamps hung around your vanity, and jewelry was strewn about the table top. 

Of course, you had decided you wanted a new chest covering for the day. Making clothing pieces was your favourite pastime, and you were known as one of the best sewers in the clan. It made you happy to help out in that small way, mending and creating clothes for the tribe. Tonight, you had made something especially feminine and slightly daring. It was short, and if you lifted your arms the swell of your breast peeked out from below the fabric. You told yourself it was only for you, but a small voice in the back of your head couldn’t let you forget about your unrequited love. Perhaps he would glance your way. You’d saved the sewing for the last minute and now you were frantically finishing up your hair before changing into your outfit.

You inspected yourself in the mirror. You had to admit, you looked good. Gold rings adorned your hair which had a few tiny braids, scattered about. Thick dark waves fell down your back and a little pink jewel hung just above your forehead. Your chest covering was done and you tied the two straps behind your neck, struggling slightly with all the different strings. Why did you make this so complicated? You reached for the the bottom two but when you tied them together it ended up untying the knot you had just made. Fuck. You groaned.

Deciding this was fruitless labor you ventured out into the common room to see if Kiri or Neytiri was still home. 

“Hey can someone help me?” No one was insight.

“Yeah one sec.” Neteyams voices floated through the wall to your ears. You felt light headed. 

“Oh its okay I-” 

He was emerging from his room. He looked so good. His face was relaxed. His eyes danced with the reflection of the fire in the middle of the room. They travelled down to where you clutched your top to your chest and widened ever so slightly and he straightened, clearing his throat. “Oh-uh, need me to do up the back? I dont think anyone else is home.”

You gulped. “Um, yeah actually, thanks.” You smiled at him and he smiled back.  It had been a while since you’d been this close to him and your heart was beating out of your chest- he could probably hear it. You wanted to kick yourself, he saw you as a little sister, nothing more. Nothing more. 

He walked up to you, eyes lingering on your top, “Turn around.” His voice was deep, quiet. You obeyed, and his fingered brushed your shoulderblade as he swept your hair over your shoulder. 

“’S too short.” He said it matter-a-factly, referring to your new garment.

You heated up, “Erm, I wanted something fun.” Why were you embarrassed? Ashamed? It wasn’t his place to say. He was just being protective. Like an older brother would.

“You shouldn’t wear this kind of thing, the guys will talk about you.” 

“Oh? Maybe I want them to.” You were teasing him, but he didn’t bite your line.

“Trust me, you don’t.” He was hard behind you, but knew he had little grounds for jealousy. He changed the subject, “Ok, tell me what to do.” You melted, and decided to let it go. 

“The right bottom string gets tied with the left top string, and vice versa.” 

You could feel him tying the correct strings together, he was intent, meticulous.

“Are you triple knotting it?” You grinned. 

“What? I can’t have it falling off at the celebration, It would all be my fault. Plus imagine-” he trailed off. You glanced back at him. 

“What?” 

“Nothing.” He blushed and went back to work. It was quiet again, but for the crackling of the fire. 

“Why dont we talk anymore, ‘Teyam.” You blurted out. He blew out a breath of air he’d subconsciously been holding. 

“What do you mean? We talk.”

“No we don’t. Not like we used to.” 

A pause. “I don’t know I guess things have changed a bit. We’re older now.”

You straightened, “Hell, it’s time for you to start looking for a mate.” You were testing the waters. He glanced at you, looking up as he finished his work. He dropped his hands and they grazed your striped waist, leaving a tingly trail behind them. You turned to face him slowly, your chests were so close they threatened to touch. Your breasts rose as your breath hitched. 

“Oh, yeah? Why, is there someone I should have in mind?” He was teasing. Your eyes flickered to his mouth.

Me you wanted to whisper, yell at him. “I dont know… What are you looking for? A hunter?” Your voice was quiet, timid.

He shrugged, “Not really my type.” 

“Cook? Tutseya makes a mouth watering stew” 

He shook his head. “I dont want Tutseya.”

You looked up at him through your lashes. How could you tell him you wanted him. How could you tell him that you thought of him every minute of every day. 

He tilted his head. He was trying to read you. Calculating his next move, making sure he didn’t misread a single sign. His voice was low. “I like sewers.” Your eyes widened with realization. You’re breasts grazed his chest and he tensed. 

“I sewed this.” You whispered, gesturing to your top.

“I know.” His eyes searched yours. 

“’Teyam.” You felt light headed, your hands found his upper arms, clutching at him as if he would keep you from floating away. You looked up at him with glassy eyes full of emotion. “’Teyam please don’t tease me.” 

His eyes softened with kindness, and he raised his large hand to cradle the back of your head. He pulled at your hair, tilting you face up towards him. He tilted his head and paused as your lips grazed each other, and you tried to move toward him, held back by his grip on your hair. Now he was teasing you. 

“Never.” Then he kissed you, soft and deep. He was hot and enveloping and he smelled like damp earth. Your grasp on his arms tightened and his other hand pulled you in by your lower back, so that your pelvises were flush. His body was hard and strong and you melted into his touch like putty, arms wrapping around his neck. 

His hand grabbed the waistband of your loincloth just above your ass, tugging it upwards involuntarily, and you felt the friction in your core. You jumped, and he grinned into the kiss. He pulled at it again and you groaned softly.

His mouth traveled to your neck, leaving sloppy kisses behind. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long, you don’t even know.” He mumbled.

You’re lips parted, “Trust me I know.” His hand tightened in your hair. 

“Why did we wait so long?” His words came out as a groan.

Suddenly his ears perked up and his mouth left your neck. His head turned and he stepped away from you, your hands reached out to follow him involuntarily at the loss of heat. He tugged your loincloth back down to it’s original spot with a languid hand seconds before the door swung open.

“What are you two losers doing here? Ive been looking everywhere for you!” Loak was smirking. He didn’t notice your glassy eyes or puffy lips. The way your chest was heaving.

“Um,” you felt dizzy, “We were just heading out.” You looked up at Neteyam with pupils blown wide, and he nodded.

“After you,” he smiled, his large hand pressing the small of your back. How good it was to have him near you again.

Neteyam is like an older brother to you…until he isnt. He hates when you flirt with anyone else, so you decide to use that to your advantage 18+ it gets spicy (smut) at the end. Enjoy!

Neteyam was your protector. He always had been, and his presence gave you a sense of safety that you couldn’t find anywhere-or from anyone- else. He was quiet, but his presence was loud, and you loved that about him. He was tall, and broad and sure of himself, something words could never provide on their own, as hard as someone might try. He was a shield, and you knew he’d take a bullet for you if the occasion arose.

You’d grown up together like siblings, after the Sully family had taken you in as one of their own when your parents had died years ago. At the time you were just a child, small, grief stricken and alone. Jake had bestowed your safety as a responsibility onto Neteyam when he was a just young boy. The man had looked into his oldest sons eyes, “you take care of her,” he had said, and Neteyam had taken those words as gospel ever since. 

As you had grown older, you had developed a childish crush on Neteyam. It was hard not to notice him, his presence was so large and commanding. No matter how hard you tried to push the feelings aside and be content with a platonic relationship, they blossomed into something deep, and real. Now that you were older, there was something close to your heart that told you it was always meant to be you and him. 

You loved everything about him. His big, strong arms that he would casually rest on his thighs as he squatted down to talk to the children. The way his belt rested low on his hips, showing off his chiseled waist and hips. The way his hair swayed when he walked with the confidence radiated from him. His big hands that had comforted you countless times when you were younger. You had only ever had eyes for him, your Neteyam. 

You knew your feelings would never be reciprocated, and he would find a beautiful na’vi girl. One who he hadn’t seen playing stupid games with Lo’ak as you had years ago, and he would fall in love. It broke your heart but at least you could still have a relationship with him, even if it wasn’t in the way you longed for. 

That was until he began shying away from you. He ignored you and wouldn’t make eye contact when you spoke, brushing off your remarks to go do something “important.” It hurt, having one of the most important people in your life suddenly toss you aside like you no longer interested him. 

…

Neteyam didn’t know when it had started. When you-or he- had changed. You had always been a little sister to him, one whom he had taught how to shoot an arrow and tie a hunters knot, who had rested her head against his chest as the family sat around the fire, telling jokes and sharing stories. Eywa knows he couldn’t let you do that now, you’d hear his heart pounding, threatening to burst out of his chest at your closeness. Something had changed. Now he averted his eyes when you bathed in the river, and felt a twist in his heart when Neytiri talked of finding you a mate. 

It got to a point where he knew something had to change. He caught himself staring at you as you were innocently bending down in the ocean to wash clothing with some of the other women. His eyes involuntarily followed the curve of your hips and ass, and he noticed a bruise on your upper thigh. How’d that get there? His eyes traveled up to your waist and then to your chest which was obscured by your thick, wavy hair. He thought about the breasts out of his view. How they might look in comparison to his huge hands- you looked back at him innocently and smiled. His eyes widened with shame. Although he knew that you couldn’t read his thoughts, he felt like you knew. Like you knew he was dirty and perverted, even though he was supposed to be the calm, respectful one. Your protector. When you looked at him, he felt too exposed, like you could see the thoughts he had when he laid in bed at night, your room so close to his it made him crazy. This was all so wrong. 

So he distanced himself. He started talking to some of the metkayina girls to block out the thought of you. He was quieter, and when you bounded up to him with an interesting thought or idea he averted his gaze and mumbled some excuse. It pained him to see the downcast look in your eyes but it was better than the horror that you would feel if you knew all the things he wished to do to you. So it was his only option. 

…

You were sitting on the white sand, watching the boys make up competitions in the bright ocean when you felt a wave of sadness rush to the surface. Neteyam was smiling as Roxto attempted to beat Ao’nung at holding his breath for the longest. Why didn’t Neteyam like you anymore? Why did he toss you aside like you were nothing to him? What did those other girls have that you didn’t? Your eyes pricked with tears. You missed him. You had to do something. Make him look you in the eyes, notice you. You wracked your brain. 

If you tried to show off your body to him he would simply tell you to cover up. You had to make him protect you. Get into trouble. You had to flirt with Ao’nung. If you knew one thing about Neteyam it was that he would always protect you from the other boys.

Ao’nung had always had a thing for you. He used to tease you about your shade of blue and number of fingers, but it turned out he was into you. You realized quickly that he didn’t really have feelings for you and just thought you were attractive. He was disprespectful towards girls, you knew that, so you had disregarded his advances many times, but he was a flirter and it always got a rise out of Neteyam. 

It was getting dark and the waves lapped at the shore. You could hear the yells of Ao’nung and his group. You decided to swim up to them. You pulled your chest piece just a little farther down, for good measure, and pulled your loincloth down low on your hips. This was perfect. You sucked in a breath and swayed up to them, tossing your hair over your shoulder. You could practically feel Neteyams narrowed eyes burning holes into your skin, but you ignored him. Any’ong smirked at you. “Hey there pretty ‘kaya.” Omatikaya.

“Hey Ao’n.” You smiled, a cute nickname. You twirled your hair between two fingers. Could this be any more obvious? He was smiling down at you, his eyes flickered to your chest, and you saw Neteyam tense. You internally smiled, “I was wondering if you wanted to hang out tonight. I think the bioluminescence is supposed to be especially bright at around midnight.” 

He grinned and shot a smug look at Neteyam. “That sounds great. How about I pick you up later tonight?” 

“Perfect.” You waved at Roxto’s shocked face as you sauntered off. The bomb had been set, not you just had to wait. 

…

During dinner, Neteyam was silent. Hunched over his food, he barely ate. You talked and laughed with Kiri, just like any other night. Glancing at him, him he looked up at you to meet your gaze, a braid falling across his face. He was quiet but his brows furrowed with concern and question. Your heart beat quickened. It was working. 

Later that night you were changing in your room, putting on something uncharacteristically small for you, when Neteyam burst into your room with no warning and you hastily tugged a strap over your shoulder. You sat down on a chair. “Do you knock?”

He ignored you, leaning on the table beside you, big and overbearing. “You hate Any’oung.” His voice was deep and aggravated, his chest heaved. 

“No I don’t.” You looked up at him, eyes were wide with innocence. “I think he’s cute. And I like his personality.” 

His brows furrowed. “You think he’s cute?” 

“Yes. Now if you’ll excuse me I’m getting ready.” You turned back to the mirror. 

He turned, his fists were balled. He was rarely this aggravated. His broad shoulders were tense. “It’s too cold out to wear that.”

You smiled a little. “Ao’nung said I look hot in this top so-”

He left. Ten minutes later you could hear Ao’nungs taunting voice float through your window. “You know what I’m here for.”

You got up, and reached to open the front door, but paused when you heard Neteyams calm voice reply. “Just leave. We all know you’re going to treat her like shit.” You’re eyebrows raised at his language. He didn’t usually swear. You knew it was wrong but you couldn’t help but smile. He was looking out for you. Protecting you like there was something in you worth keeping safe. 

“Look whos jealous.” Ao’nung laughed. “Its not my fault she chose me when you’ve been thirsting after her all these years.” You froze, eyes wide. Theres no way that was true, Ao’nung was teasing him. “Listen, I don’t blame you, shes hot, just look at that ass.” You blushed, tugging your skirt down a little, head pounding. “But she chose me I won. And I have the whole night to have fun with her. So back o-” There was a crack, followed by a groan and you gasped. 

“Shut up.” 

You flung open the door. “Neteyam, what are you doing!?” It was dark out but you could see Ao’nung on the ground, holding a bleeding nose. You ran over to him, and bent down-Neteyam averted his gaze, “Are you ok?” Ao’nung groaned, eyes shut.

“Your brother’s a jealous asshole.” Embarrassingly, your heart swelled at his words.

“I’m not her brother.” Neteyam snapped. You glanced at him as you helped Ao’nung up. His eyes were dark as he glared at Ao’nung.

“Keep telling yourself that bro, shes not gonna wanna fu-” 

“Leave now before I break the rest of your face.” Neteyams face was flushed with embarrassment, and if looks could kill, Ao’nung would’ve been dead by now. Raising his hands in defeat, he backed away. Then he looked at you with a wink, “Listen, we’ll have our fun another night, ok?” 

When he was gone you raised your eyebrows, “What was that?” 

Neteyams voice was quiet, “He was saying fucked up things about you.” His chest was heaving and tense with adrenaline. He looked down at his hand, it bloodied from the punch. 

You pursed your lips. “Come.” You led him inside, hand on his arm. You sat him by the fire. It was late and the rest of the family was in bed. You sat across from him, knees touching his, your soft thighs dwarfed by his large muscular ones. He was warm, and you tingled at the touch. You reached for his hand, and he grimaced as he moved the fingers, making sure nothing was broken. His gaze was averted, he was ashamed at how out of hand everything had gotten. 

You felt stupid now, uncomfortable in your outfit. You put some healing paste on his cuts and began to wrap it in cloth. He lifted his gaze and looked down at you, your face, creased with concentration as you dressed his wound. 

“ ‘M sorry.” His voice was soft and raspy. You looked up at him. Your faces were close and you wanted to reach out so badly to and touch him. You wanted to be closer to him, feel him. His eyes were soft and apologetic. He nudged you with his thigh gently. “I should’ve stayed out of it.” You nodded in agreement. “It’s just…he’s a dick, and it…” he trailed off, his eyes darting to your lips but he quickly ripped them away. “When I see you with someone else it-”

“Somone else?” You interrupted him, trying to decipher his wording. 

His eyes widened slightly. “I mean-” 

“’Teyam.” His breath hitched at your nickname for him, you sucked in a breath. If there was ever a time to get this weight of your chest it was now. You had to bite the bullet. He was barely talking to you anyway. “Why don’t we talk anymore? Why do you ignore me when I talk you you?” There was a pause, you could tell he wasn’t sure what to say. “…I don’t feel like you’re my brother.” His eyes searched yours, trying to find the meaning of your words. Your chest felt tight, your heart beat the fastest it ever had. You looked down, rubbing the back of his large hand with your thumb gently. His fingers were large and slender. “Was Ao’nung telling the truth?” A pause. “Do you?”

His eyes flickered to your shoulder where your strap was falling down. He reached out and tugged it back up gently. “Do I what?” He was going to make you say it. Your head felt light. It was as if his thigh touching yours was the only thing keeping you from floating away. You felt tiny, minuscule compared to him. Was he going deny you? Or worse, laugh at you? “Um, never mind.” 

His eyes softened at your shyness. Of course he wanted you. He couldn’t get his mind off you no matter how hard he tried. He voice was low, “Thinking about him…touching you makes me want to kill him.” His eyes were dark. He didn’t fully answer your question. Your heart beat quickened at his words, “Thinking about anyone touching you makes me sick.” There was a pause. “I want you all to myself.” His eyes met yours, piercing and unwavering, flickering with the light of the fire. His jaw clenched. 

Your chest heaved. Your voice sounded quiet, far away. Like you were in a dream. “Teyam, you can have me.” He let out a breath that he didn’t know he had been holding, and lifted his bandaged hand to your face. It found the back of your head, grasping at your thick hair and you exclaimed softly as he pulled your face towards him. His lids were heavy as he breathed you in. He held your face close to his, barely grazing his lips against yours. He was teasing you. You tried to follow his mouth with yours but he held you firm. “You always flash me when you bend over. Here I was thinking you’re all innocent.” You felt it his hard cheekbones rise as he smiled. You blushed at his words. Finally he tilted his head and kissed you, softly at first, then hard and feverishly. His breath was hot.  He was all consuming-big and broad. He smelled like damp earth and wood. You melted into him, hands grasping at his arms. 

His teeth grazed your lips biting you softly, he was hungry for you, he’d waited so long. He finally broke away. “Come ‘ere” his other hand wrapped around your waist and he pulled you off your seat to sit on his thigh. You moaned softly as his hard muscle rubbed against your core. He smiled into the kiss and bounced his leg slightly, feeling you wet against his thigh. You gasped. 

There was something daring, knowing anyone could walk in on the two of you. It made you hot with need. He pulled away and sat back in his chair, his chest heaving with breaths. His hands fell to the fat of your hips, and he stared up at you. His eyes fell to your top, where one of your breasts was threatening to spill out. His pupils were blown wide, lips parted and wet. He raised his hand, fingers toying lazily with the bottom hem. “Can I see?” You clenched your thighs at his words, and swallowed thickly, nodding. He was agonizingly slow, eyes glued to your chest, inching the net-like fabric down until your striped breasts popped out the top of the hem, nipples hardening against the cool air. His breath hitched and he brought his huge hands up to them, dwarfing them. He felt himself harden at the size difference between his large, calloused hands and your soft, delicate breasts. It was even better than he had imagined. You instinctively nudged them into his warm hands and he let out a small moan, tugging roughly at the nipple.“So pretty.” 

You whined, bucking into him, needing friction. You felt empty. It was getting darker as the fire began to die, but your eyes traveled down the contours of his chest and abs to his loincloth. You could make out a little wet patch of precum that made you lightheaded. He watched your expression contort with pleasure as you began to move faster. He bounced his leg, it made him agonizingly hard watching your breasts bounce and mouth hang open in pleasure. His fingers clawed at your soft hips, he wanted so badly fill you up, make you feel good. He pulled the cheeks of your ass apart, and you groaned at the feeling of him splitting you open.

His hand traveled down from your hips to your loincloth. He moved it aside slightly, just so your glistening slit peeked out. His eyes widened at the sight or your lips dragging against him in a mess of slick. Even now, this felt so wrong. Something inside him was screaming to stop, who told him this was ok? He was supposed to be your protector, but something even louder kept him going. His thumb found your clit and began rubbing lazy circles. Your mouth fell open with warbled moan and he pulled your face into his neck “Quieter,” He whispered, teeth grazing your ear. You could feel his sharp jaw clench against your temple. His huge hand cradled your head, fingers tangled in your hair as you bucked your hips, faster. You were so close. “Teyam, teyam, teyam.” Your voice was airy and high, and his name was a whispered chant on your lips. You clutched at his back, tender breasts squashed against his hard chest, nipples rubbing against him. It made his knees weak. You came with a warbled groan, and the sound made his cock twitch. Your thighs clenched together as he overstimulated you. He held you close as you shuddered, riding you through your orgasm, teeth grazing your ear. Your cunt clenched around nothing, and the movement against his thigh made him lightheaded with need.

He slowed and you slumped against him, feeling his prominent hardness through fabric. It was dark and you stilled, your breaths the only thing hanging in the air. You could feel his chest beneath your head, rising and falling. You stayed there for a few minutes, his rough fingertips tracing circles on your shoulder. 

There was a sudden creak in the floor and you quickly stood, tugging your top back over your breasts. You jolted as he brushed your clit, tugging your cloth back over your cunt. You could barely make out his smug smile. Your knees felt weak.

Footsteps, then a dark figure, Jake, appeared, wiping his eyes. “Oh kids, didn’t see you there.” 

“Oh hey dad, we were just heading to bed.” Neteyams voice was raspy and he was still reclined, big hands resting on his thighs. His eyes were fixed on you, mouth slightly open, looking up at you like you were the eighth wonder of the world. 

You cleared your throat, but your voice came out embarrassingly hoarse, “Yeah, goodnight.” You turned around and made your way to your room. You swayed your hips exaggeratedly, even though it was too dark for Neteyam to see, leaving him to take care of his agonizing hard on. 

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