[Threads] He had a bad habit of not thinking things through.

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Characters: Prince Zuko (OU) and OPEN to all (no one younger than 13, please)
Where: outside, near the apartments / commons
When: after the smoke plot and this
Summary: Zuko is affected by the lust potion and wandering about.
Warnings: Lust potion. Adult Content. FTB-ness. 'Nuff said.

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She gasped and gaped as he touched her, closing that mouth quickly once his lips had covered hers so suddenly. Her eyes were wide open from shock, her body also stilled momentarily from her utter surprise. But though she wasn't moving, it didn't feel that way to her. Every part of her felt like it were either spasming or squirming, momentarily clouding her mind from the sensory overload. He was so warm, and they were so close, she sorely tempted to just stay there. In fact she debated it for several minutes, all the while held tight against him, every part of her incredibly soft, in every way. Her skin was smooth and pampered, her hair silky, the strands enveloping Zuko's hands.

She made a slightly confused sound, a whimper. It felt so good. But she knew it was wrong. As much as she wanted to hope that Zuko had changed his mind, she didn't know that was the case yet, and couldn't just trust him so easily. And yet, she still lingered, unable to tear herself away immediately. His hold was so strong, so passionate, she wasn't sure if she could get away, or if she wanted to.

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The sound she made only made him tighten his grip on her--not too tight, though, as to not hurt her. She wasn't resisting him, which caused the prince to deepen the kiss he'd placed to her lips, his tongue snaking out to lick them. He didn't force her to open her mouth for him, however, but merely pulled away from her lips and placed a kiss to the corner of her mouth. Then to her cheek, the spot where her jaw met her ear, and then her neck.

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Hazuki abruptly started when she felt his tongue prodding at her lips, and then she gasped when he began to kiss jaw and neck--But it was not a pleasant gasp. She'd come to her senses. His intentions were clear, and she couldn't go any further until he coughed up some explanations.

"Zuko--Wait, stop!" She demanded, putting her slender but strong hands on his chest and pushing him away gently, but firmly.

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Zuko groaned in protest like a child not getting his way, but allowed himself to be pushed away. He wasn't the forceful type--at least, not with Hazuki--and merely made a face to show his displeasure at the absence of a female body pressed against his own. Even though his lust-induced body hadn't cared about the fact that he'd slept with a guy, the logical, sane part of his mind that was currently locked up somewhere in his head, was screaming. Zuko was not gay and neither was he bi. He liked girls. He really liked girls and the fact that he'd done that...was revolting. He hated himself for it and wanted to set Keiji Saga on fire and watch him burn for taking advantage of the fact that he was undeniably horny and had been rendered defenseless by the cuff after trying to attack.

Thinking about that made part of his brain that wasn't dominated by the cravings of a teenage boy turn back on and he backed away, putting some distance between himself and Hazuki. Not much, but enough so that he wasn't touching her anymore.

"Agni, I'm sorry...I just...had to get his taste--"

No. He couldn't talk about it.

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Hazuki had been about to step away from him once he'd let her go, already immensely impressed that he had let her go. She hadn't wanted to use force on him, but she was prepared to. But then, he let her go, and said those words. And in that immediately after saying them, she couldn't leave him all over again, now bound by her own heart. She'd heard similar words before, from classmates of hers. Hopefully, it was something else he meant, somehow, but she already was full of dread and sorrow for him. "His? Whose? What do you mean, Zuko?" She advanced a step upon him, feeling so worried, so overtaken by what she knew was foolishness. She didn't care.

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Zuko was now feeling angry. Not at her, but with himself and that despicable Keiji Saga. A firebender's bending abilities were fueled by emotions in the proper scenario (a way of bending that Zuko had stopped using prior to the explosion of the lust potion) and rage was the primary source for that. The passion he felt was also sparking his temper and in a sudden fit of frustration, Zuko turned away from Hazuki and stomped a foot on the ground, bending flames from it, throwing balled fists down to his side and sending the flames spiraling up into a pillar that towered over him and surged for the briefest of moments in response to his tantrum. He didn't keep it up, for he didn't want to be shocked by the cuff again, and spun back around.

"Keiji Saga," he breathed in a voice that was full of anger and barely audible.

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She went suddenly cold as she immediately recognized the name. That bastard, the one who'd had the nerve to harass and violate her when she couldn't fight back against him. She understood immediately what must have happened, and what the smoke must have been doing. Despite knowing that, she couldn't help herself. Her face reddened all over, and she squirmed noticeably. "I... Know who that is." She grumbled, looking just as uncomfortable as him, if much more withdrawn.

"..." She took another step forward, egged on by something deep inside her chest, something as once as powerful as rock, unyielding as steel, and as warm as the gentle glow of a fire. "...Zuko..." She held out her hand for him suddenly, emboldened by a spirit inside of her, one she knew had always been with her, even when she was alone. And she was alone so often... "Follow me." She instructed, looking as noble as a prince herself, a warrior, but also unsure, so very unmistakably a girl.

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Zuko's eyes went wide for a moment, the logical brain cells still floating about wanting to ask her if she was sure about letting him do this, but the part of him that was being controlled by the potion silenced any words before they could make it from his brain to his throat. He put his hand into hers and nodded.

"Okay," he managed to say in a low tone.

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She led him into nearest building, and into it's basement, finding the nearest restroom from there. Once in there (she chose to go into the women's restroom, she assumed it would be cleaner) she led him to the sinks, where at last she let go of his hand, leaning against a wall with her arms crossed. "There. Wash the taste out." She instructed simply, her voice soft but frosty.

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Zuko raised his only eyebrow at her, gaging to see if she was serious or not. Seeing no sign of this being a joke, he sighed and reached out with one hand to turn the faucet on. He watched the water running and lifted his hand--not to stick it under the water to bring some up to his mouth just yet, but to hover above the sink, palm flat. He pointed his fingers down and drew his elbow back in away he'd seen Katara do that was poorly imitated.

"Still just a firebender," he concluded and cupped both hands, sticking them under the water. He rinsed his mouth out thoroughly and dried his hands by using his bending to heat his skin so that the remaining moisture evaporated off.

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She watched him quietly as he obeyed her, using that strange power of his in the process. Finally, when he was done, she approached him again. "Zuko... Are you alright?" She asked, quietly, knowing the answer already. She knew that asking him that wouldn't make him feel any better. On impulse, she reached out, placing her hand on his shoulder, hoping the weight would distract his mind. "I... I think you should know... The physical aspect doesn't matter. That bastard..." She seethed, "It doesn't matter what he did. If you didn't agree to it then you are not impure." She state surely, looking directly into his eyes to convey the truth, hoping he would believe her.

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The prince's response was to laugh, somewhat bitterly. He wasn't impure? Well, maybe not from her point of view and not from having had sex with Keiji Saga, but Zuko was indeed impure. Why? Because he was the son of Fire Lord Ozai, because he was Fire Nation royalty, because he was descended from an Avatar who could have prevented the war back home if he'd had the guts to kill his friend, because his mother killed his grandfather on his behalf, because he'd hunted an Avatar, because he'd set Kyoshi Island on fire, because he tied Katara to a tree, because he'd sent an assassin after those who were now his friends, because he'd burnt Toph's feet...

Zuko's laughing soon subsided and was shockingly replaced with something resembling a sob--as close as Zuko would allow himself to let out, as he did not cry in front of others. Not since the Agni Kai with his father that he'd refused to fight in, where he'd bawled pathetically in front of half the court. He dropped to his knees and put his hands to his head, gritting his teeth and forcing back angry and hurt tears that were threatening to let loose.

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She almost winced at his laughter, until she heard the sound crack. She could barely handle it. And then he dropped to his knees, and her resolve faltered, and she dropped to her own knees beside him. She'd dealt with the fallout from this kind of thing before, with girls from her school. In her opinion it was one of the worst, most shaming and damaging things you could do to a person, and if she had wanted to kill Saga Keiji before, now she wanted to torture him.

But Keiji wasn't the one that mattered now. She didn't care about him, at least. That lively aura in her was so stirred, it seem to burst through her skin, and she shuddered, feeling it as it did so. But it was so warm, so very gentle, but not of her own will in the least. She didn't mind, though, in fact she welcomed it wholeheartedly. It was like an old friend, one she only got to see very rarely, but who would also have to leave for a very long time soon. She would have seemed almost herself possessed, if her eyes weren't safely hidden, as she opened her arms and wrapped them around Zuko completely. She willed the energy, sparkling in her mind's eye a color she could only describe as 'Life-green', to somehow help Zuko as she found it always helped her, in her most desperate moments. It was made of newness, and simple regality, like fresh, new blades of grass sprouting from good, rich soil. "Zuko." She whispered, digging her cheek against his shoulder, hugging him as tight as she dared, nearly praying for him to somehow feel better. She couldn't stand such sadness. It felt too familiar, and it unnerved her.

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Zuko swallowed hard, pushing back the brunt of his emotions. He wasn't as good as hiding them or holding up that mask of neutrality as his sister and girlfriend were, but he could manage. A tear escaped him however, and he looked up, touching the wetness on his unscarred cheek with the tips of his fingers. He couldn't cry from his other eye--the tear ducts had been burned out ages ago. It was a wonder he could still see out of that eye, even if what little he could see was blurry, but he'd gotten used to it. He wiped it quickly away with the back of his hand and turned to wrap his arms around Hazuki.

The prince was still under the influence of the potion and couldn't help himself from pressing into her suggestively.

"I'm sorry," he said instantly in quiet voice. "I can't...control it."

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She went a little stiff for a brief moment, at what he... Was doing. Her face burned red, but the green did not falter. That spirit, wherever she'd come from, was older than Hazuki, she knew. She had experienced more than her and her soul was an elder, while Hazuki suspected her own was a bit younger. Zuko seemed to be more a rather inexperienced soul himself, fiery with blue and red, both passionate, deep forms of the colors. Her eyelids drooped, listening to his words, and the silence around them. And she knew, by some way, what he was feeling. The frustration. The desire for love, more than they were given. Much more. But she felt it differently. She felt for him more with her heart, although she couldn't deny, her blood was rushing. She kept her arms around him, merely holding him in her arms, against her chest. "...It's fine." She replied after a moment, keeping her embrace strong and secure, but ever-gentle. "...I know what it's like... To feel. To want to feel. To wish you couldn't..." She began to rub his back simply. "Truth is, Zuko... I don't think any of us can truly control it."

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Zuko moaned at her neck when she began rubbing his back, shifting uncomfortably with the tension that caused. His breathing quickened and he tightened his grip on her. "Hazuki...what you're doing to me...when I'm like this...I can't..."