Fic - Push and Pull
TITLE: Push and Pull
FANDOM: Avatar: The Last Airbender
PAIRING: Zuko/Katara
SUMMARY: Katara loses her bending on the night of the lunar eclipse. “You have every right to distrust me. But that doesn't mean you have to be a petty little girl about it.”
RATING: NC - 17
SPOILERS: POST 313. One vague(ish) dialogue spoiler
WARNINGS: Hatesex. Varying levels of consent (dub-con), humiliation, bondage (ropes, gag, blindfold), D/S, Intercrural or interfemoral sex (i.e., thrusting cock between partner's thighs) - het frottage, PWP
Last warning: DUB-CON. HATESEX. If this offends you or upsets you, you don’t have to read it.
NOTES:
FOR MARU/
orepookpook's EVENTUAL BIRTHDAY PRESENT. Thank you for being my beta (THE BEST LOL) and my AWS buddy. And even though I took forever to write this (seriously, I started writing this ON THE ACTUAL ECLIPSE AND I AM JUST FINISHING IT NOW) this would have never been finished without his constant nagging I MEAN SUPPORT.
Katara’s hands were in constant motion: cooking for their extended brood, mending torn clothes (and there was so much more sewing to be done lately), curling into fists until the knuckles ran white, weaving within and without each other and controlling her water. It was the only thing she could control these days, and what Katara needed most in her life was control.
She stared at her hands and flexed her fingers once - twice in front of herself. Her hands were shaking.
Hugging herself, she rubbed her palms over her bare arms to fight off the wind chill and busy her hands with a task. She stood in the center court of the Western Air Temple, watching the water in the quietly bubbling fountain and sucking the inside of her cheek in between her teeth in irritation. Usually, simply being close to her element worked to soothe her raw nerves. But tonight was the lunar eclipse, the night when all waterbenders lost their bending for as long as the sky was dark and the moon’s light was missing from the sky. If she had been on better terms with their resident firebender, she might have had someone to talk to about the private overwhelming panic she felt without her bending, even if it was promised to be temporary. Did he feel the same way on the day of the Invasion?
You rise with the moon, I rise with the sun.
She couldn’t feel the thrum of the water in her bones. When she had brushed Aang’s shoulder to bid him goodnight only moments before, she hadn’t been able feel the faint movement of the blood in the young boy’s veins.
She cast a fleeting look at the sky, unable to look at the black spot covering the bright glow of the moon for too long; it made her even more anxious. With a small smile, she briefly wondered if Sokka was in his room feeling sorry that he couldn’t see Yue’s beauty either.
“It makes you feel powerless, doesn’t it?” a low voice rasped somewhere behind her.
Katara’s eyes fluttered closed in annoyance; she clenched her teeth and tasted blood as she caught her cheek. “Go to bed, Zuko.”
He laughed unpleasantly, but laughter of any kind was unfamiliar coming from Zuko; it made Katara’s skin crawl. Staring straight ahead, she pointedly ignored him.
“I'm sorry, I'm just laughing at the irony,” he drawled, clearly pleased with himself.
Katara bristled and glared over her shoulder at him, hands balling into tight fists at her sides, nails biting sharply at her palms. Zuko took a few measured steps forward, folding his arms over his chest and tilting his head to the side.
“You know, how it would've been nice for me if you had lost your bending a long time ago,” he prompted, looking at her through his dark bangs.
Whirling on him, she quickly closed the distance between them, shaking in anger, “When I get my bending back I am going to waterwhip you so hard you'll feel it for weeks.”
“Now you're getting me all excited. Stop,” he whispered.
Her blue eyes flashed and she raised her hand to slap the smirk off his face, but he caught her wrist and captured the other one suspended between them. “You are so pathetic,” she scoffed, pulling against his grip, “you had to wait until I couldn’t fight back.”
Faster than she could think, he had shoved her into the nearest column, and she cried out in protest as her skull cracked hard against the stone. Stumbling forward a few steps, she grabbed her head when he let go of her wrists, her murmured and slurred curses earning her another laugh from Zuko. He grabbed her shoulders and forced her back against the pillar while she was still recovering and couldn’t see, couldn’t think. Her arms were yanked abruptly behind her back and tied with rough rope at an uncomfortable angle. She groped at the knot when he finished. It was intricate, tight, and one she didn’t know. Her shoulders complained from being forced backwards so far. Straightening up, she found herself looking into two golden and feral eyes.
Zuko filled a palm with flame and regarded it thoughtfully. “What should I do with you?”
Katara searched his face, forcing herself to focus through the pain in her head. It all seemed so familiar - catching her off guard, the strangely confident air about him, tying her up like this - but what could he want?
Tell me where he is and I won't hurt you or your brother.
“You know where Aang is. He’s down the hall,” she said softly, warily, testing her suspicions, “You can let me go now.” If he really was switching sides - like she knew he would all along - it would just take a scream and Toph would hear, would know what to do, and alert the others. Zuko would never be able to take Aang against everyone.
Katara watched in horrified fascination as the flames slid over Zuko’s fingertips like a flickering glove. He smirked at her as if she had told some terribly amusing joke. “I still have plenty of eclipse left.” He brushed his fingers quickly over her mouth and she flinched. His own lips parted. “Scared of it?”
She fought to find her voice as her heart started a slightly-panicked tempo in her chest. “No,” she whispered, wishing she sounded more convincing. Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips after the dry heat.
Zuko sighed in satisfaction as he watched the movement. “Mn, good.” He cocked his head, and then feathered the dim flames over her eyelid and down her cheek. “Scared of me?” The flames skimmed over the skin of her arm.
Sure that he must have done something to steal her breath; she struggled to drag in air, hardly daring to move as he traced the shape of his scar on her face. She met his gaze. “No.”
His unlit palm slipped behind her head to grasp her neck and hold her still as he leaned in, “That’s my brave little waterbender.”
Katara struggled against the hold on her neck, his fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. “No, no, I won’t! Get off of me!”
“Was I asking?” he quirked his good eyebrow at her and squeezed her neck, threatening, before capturing her mouth anyway. His lips were searing hot and soft against her own; hungry and possessive and wanting, and as she gasped against him she breathed in steam. His teeth raked across her lower lip as he sucked it into his mouth. She couldn’t help it; she hadn’t been kissed like this - like there would never be enough of her. This was so unlike the last chaste kiss she had received, ironically on another eclipse, and she suddenly felt sick with guilt.
She bit down on his lip as hard as she could.
Zuko hissed and pulled away, blood on his lip and steam curling from his mouth. “Contrary.”
Katara rested her head against the pillar and felt his fingers tense in protest on her neck. Wrong, she thought over and over, wrong -wrong - you’re as sick as he is. “What are you going to do, Zuko? Give me a scar to match yours?”
“No, I had a much more pleasant agony in mind.” He pulled his knee up and wrestled his thigh between hers.
Katara moaned under her breath as everything fell into place. Biting her tongue to keep her expression from betraying her panic, Katara narrowed her eyes, “Unless you’re going to be spending some quality time with your hand, I don’t know what you have planned.”
“See, it's that bitch mouth of yours that got you into this situation.” With one sharp motion, he ripped the fabric of her sash instead of untying it, and Katara had the feeling he was doing it simply to show off.
“Zuko -!” she cried uselessly, forgetting her current situation for a moment and mourning the time she would have to spend mending her dress. He seemed to read her mind because he scoffed as he knotted the sash over her eyes as a blindfold. “Stop, this isn't funny!" Katara felt herself flush in anger at his arrogance - how dare he, the bastard - and embarrassment as she felt his burning eyes on her. How she must look, the white fabric stark against her dark skin. He loved this.
“Neither is the way you treat me on a daily basis.” He flicked her robe open and she shivered as goosebumps appeared on her dark skin. Warm hands reached for the drawstring on her pants.
“Can you - can you really blame me?” She could feel his hands working at the knot, every so often brushing the bare skin of her stomach, making her squirm. “Think about what you’ve done!” She nearly choked on a moan.
“You have every right to distrust me. But that doesn't mean you have to be a petty little girl about it.” Her pants were shoved to her knees and the groan did escape.
“Wait!” Zuko slid his thumbs down her hips and under the waist of her underwrapping. “Ah! - stop - Zuko, don't! - what are you doing?” she managed between gasps as she thrashed and struggled ineffectively against the ropes.
“I wonder,” he paused, and even though she couldn’t see him she could hear the smirk in his voice, “what do you do with a girl when you take her clothes off?”
“No, you don't want to do this,” she tried again, forcing her legs together.
“Oh, but I do,” He yanked at the wrapping, pulling it in sharp jerks, “Fuck, I do. ”
Katara whimpered in the back of her throat; all thoughts of keeping her dignity intact had disappeared, “Do you want me to beg? Is that what you want?”
“I don't know. Do you think that'd help?” Katara trembled as his palm brushed almost reverently over her bare ass. “Am I a merciful prince, you think?"
She stiffened, his gentleness and hushed tone frightening her more than anything else he had done so far, “You aren't a prince anymore.”
“For right now, you better treat me like I am, peasant,” he spat, pulling the wrappings down to join her pants at her knees, baring her to the night air.
Sucking air in through her teeth at being so exposed in front of him, she stuttered, “I'll scream. Toph will hear.”
“That’s true.” He was silent then, quietly untying his own belt, and for one brief glorious moment Katara imagined he was reconsidering. “And then she'd bring your brother, or the Avatar, or both. They'd see you like this, half naked, vulnerable.”
Cheeks reddening at the thought, she turned her face away, regardless of her blindfold. After a pause, she said, “What do you think will happen once the others find out?”
“Who'll tell them? You wouldn't want them to know about…this, would you?” She strained to hear his quiet steps toward her over her own loud breathing. “I mean, they'd never look at you quite the same.” He leaned in, tongue flicking out to lick her lip too fast for her to bite him. “I promise that I'll keep it a secret.”
Katara licked her lip, unconsciously tasting him. “You bastard,” she breathed, voice wavering.
“You wound me, bitch,” he snarled, pushing the fabric of his belt between her teeth and tying it behind her head. He slid hot hands down her stomach and hissed appreciatively. Katara growled around her gag, but her snarling dissolved into muffled whimpers when his palms heated in retaliation. She shifted against the pillar, straining and pulling against the ropes binding her.
“You have no idea how humiliating it's been, biting my tongue and letting you walk all over me in front of everyone. I may be a traitor to my nation, but damn it, I'm still royalty.” He pinched one of her nipples through her breast bindings, eliciting a quiet moan from the helpless waterbender. “You should show more respect.”
Katara shook her head, chest heaving as she gasped raggedly for air, tongue pushing against the gag.
“Oh, so, has it just slipped your mind that by defeating Fire Lord Ozai, my father, you'll be handing me that crown?” He plucked at her nipples again and she arched into his touch, curses stifled by the cloth between her teeth. She felt his chest press flush against hers. “You're lucky you know, to have been kissed by the future Fire Lord.”
Laughing nervously at his word choice - lucky - she flattened herself against the pillar to keep away from his warm chest, but he merely followed her retreat by crushing closer to her, his hands dropping to the waist of his pants.
“Oh, you don't think so?” His voice was low, dangerous. Katara shook her head again, slowly and cautiously.
Kissing her cheek above the gag, he pushed his pants down his hips. “Then how about lucky to have felt this?”
Something brushed her thigh. Katara trembled, not daring to move, not daring to breathe.
Zuko inhaled the scent behind her ear; she felt his lips move against the shell. “You feel me, don't you.” It wasn’t a question.
Her mind raced as shameful arousal stirred between her legs.
“Don't you,” He sneered, rolling his hips closer, more of his length rubbing against her.
Somehow Katara knew that wasn’t even close to all of it. She nodded and her head lolled back, eyes seeking out the familiar and comforting bright light of the moon through the blindfold. She couldn’t see anything; the sky was still dark.
“Thank you for being honest.” His voice filled with something like affection as he kissed the underside of her jaw and her breath caught in her throat. Then he shifted, pushing the head of his cock between her thighs. Katara screamed into the gag as she fought to free herself, but only succeeded in smacking her head against the pillar in shock and fear, crying out in pain.
“Shhh,” he whispered soothingly, sliding one hand behind her head, using her hair to hold her still, but also cradling her to prevent her from “accidentally” blacking out, “I know you're excited, but there's no need to get worked up.” Pushing forward against her squeezed-tight thighs, he managed to slowly work between them with the moisture of their sweat.
Katara moaned and tried to compose herself to plead with him, beg him. Zuko, not this, anything but this, not this, please -
“I know, sweetness, I know.” There was that mocking false comfort. Without being able to see his lying bastard eyes she could almost believe him. “You want me so bad you can't stand it.” He scraped his teeth across her cheek to her ear and she shuddered. “Too bad for you I don't fuck peasant cunt. So you'll have to be satisfied with this.” Thrusting until his dick slid unbearably slowly between her tense thighs, he shifted so that only the upper side of his shaft was pressing against her, cradled by her sweet natural curves.
She screamed behind her gag again at his taunts and attentions, legs shaking from the strain of squeezing them together for so long.
“You're so hot here.” He shifted again, making his cock slide against her clit. Katara made a strangled sound in the back of her throat, nearly losing herself to tears right then and there. “As hot as a firebender. Somehow, I knew you would be.” Zuko purposefully rocked against her again, repeating the motion. “I like knowing that you're burning up for me.”
Writhing against the pillar, rough stone scraping across the skin of her ass, she squeezed her eyes shut under the blindfold. It was too much to want him like this, too much to want him to take her this way, naked and helpless and bound and stripped of her dignity. The burning in her thighs was intensifying, her precious control slipping away from her like water between her fingers. Water. She latched onto the thought, picturing still beautiful seas and clear rivers in her mind’s eye, the blood rushing under Zuko’s pale skin bending to her will, forcing him to his knees, face under her heel -
He must have sensed her disconnection from her lack of response. “What would they think if they knew you're so hot like this with me.” He nuzzled her ear and allowed her to hear the first quiet moan the friction drew from him. “How humiliated you'd be.”
She couldn’t help but picture Sokka's disgusted face, and then Aang's; she choked on a sob even as she bucked against him.
“It's powerful and sickening, isn't it, feeling humiliated.” He pulled roughly at her nipple again with his left hand - his right still cradling her head - as he pressed his scarred cheek to rub against her unmarked one, achingly slowly, the scar slick on her soft skin. Nodding, she moaned in the back of her throat at the feeling of his scar against her face. "So powerful even though you feel helpless. Exposed and scrutinized.” He moved his lips to her ear, teeth nipping her earlobe as he tugged his belt away from her mouth with the hand behind her head. “Like an object.” His pumped his hips in a rhythm now, pushing his dick into the channel created by her thighs. “You're wet now, as well as hot.” His breath on her ear made her jerk away in protest.
“You're - you're sick,” she groaned, matching his rhythm, “I bet you get -” she winced and cried out as he thrust against her viciously, slamming her hips hard into the pillar, “- get off on being humiliated like this, that's how you know how it feels.”
“Don't...make me laugh,” he panted, fucking the space between her thighs, “I'd never get off -” the ridge of his cock head scraped over her clitoris; Katara bit her lip to stifle her responding shriek, “- on being mocked by a little peasant like you.”
She moved against the pillar, gasping, “I hate you. I hate you.”
Zuko gritted his teeth, hips snapping, “I hate you.”
“Is that all you're going to do? Tease me and humiliate me?” Unspoken, her request for more hung heavy in the air between them.
Zuko seemed to sense that because he scoffed in satisfaction. “I already told you that.” He dropped his hand from her breast to slip it between them, fore and middle fingers sliding around her achingly sensitive clit, tracing a path teasingly close to it before pinching or tugging somewhere, everywhere else.
A soft hiccupping sob of disappointment escaped her lips then, barely audible, but Katara prayed he didn’t hear it. “I wasn't sure if you had changed your mind,” she backpedaled quickly.
“You know me. I never change.” Katara wasn’t a good enough actress to keep her anger from her face, but Zuko crashed his mouth against hers before she could speak. His rhythm faltered.
She kissed him roughly back, blindly seeking out his mouth, and tugged at his lips with her teeth. Groaning, the sound shocking her in its weakness after his rigid control, he licked at her teeth when they bit at him, his fingers and cock sliding furiously against her. Katara trailed smaller kisses over his mouth as her chest tightened and suddenly he was too hot to the touch. There had to be fire under her skin - your fault - she was too hot all over - fuck you - and there was no doubt in her mind that Zuko was going to kill her.
She was gasping for air against his mouth. “Zuko, let me -” He bit her chin; scraped his teeth down to bite her throat and she lost her train of thought, only could manage: “Please.”
His tongue pulled at the pendant of her necklace, fingers flickering against her, “Do it,” he commanded, “do it, do it.”
Resting her head against his hand she nearly bit through her lip to stifle her shriek as she came with a violent shudder. He followed not long after when she screamed behind her teeth, his hips snapping, the pendant sucked into his mouth, his come sticky against the underside of her ass.
They were both quiet for a long time, the sound of his breathing loud in her ears, his weight heavy against her chest. His hand tangled in her sweat-damp hair as she slumped against the pillar, shaking and spent. She was dimly aware of his mouth at the hollow of her throat, pulling at the pendant on her necklace. As her head cleared, she felt his fingers and his cock, hot and wrong between her legs, and her muscles tensed around him again. Her teeth scraped over her bottom lip. “My legs hurt,” she whispered hoarsely, throat raw and dry.
He very slowly and carefully untangled from her, pendant slipping from his mouth, and gently released her head from his palm, before backing off until they were connected by just a line of fluid. “You'll be able to get free soon enough.” Tugging her pants up, he trapped her in their shame and grabbed his belt.
She swallowed hard. “You're finished?”
“I have ten minutes until the eclipse is over. I need those for a head start.” He tied her drawstring and kissed her mouth quickly, not lingering on her lips long enough for her to really react. “Don't fall asleep tied up,” he warned, tapping her nose with his finger. She wrinkled her nose as she breathed in her own scent on his hand.
“Zuko!” she protested, feeling ill. You can’t leave, not here, not after that, it’s not enough. “You aren't seriously going to leave me here!” With his clean hand, he pushed her sash from her eyes and up her forehead. She blinked at him stupidly for a few seconds, unsure of his next move. Her lips parted in anticipation.
“Oh, I seriously am.” Zuko swirled his index finger in his mouth, licking it clean before pulling it from his lips with a soft pop. Katara whimpered and shifted, rubbing her thighs together. He did the same to his middle finger, meeting her eyes. “It's too bad you didn't run into me on the Day of Black Sun.” Tying his belt in a hurry, he turned on his heel and left her there without a backwards glance.
She screamed wordlessly after him.
Control was all she had ever wanted, and the bastard had taken it away.
FANDOM: Avatar: The Last Airbender
PAIRING: Zuko/Katara
SUMMARY: Katara loses her bending on the night of the lunar eclipse. “You have every right to distrust me. But that doesn't mean you have to be a petty little girl about it.”
RATING: NC - 17
SPOILERS: POST 313. One vague(ish) dialogue spoiler
WARNINGS: Hatesex. Varying levels of consent (dub-con), humiliation, bondage (ropes, gag, blindfold), D/S, Intercrural or interfemoral sex (i.e., thrusting cock between partner's thighs) - het frottage, PWP
Last warning: DUB-CON. HATESEX. If this offends you or upsets you, you don’t have to read it.
NOTES:
FOR MARU/
orepookpook's EVENTUAL BIRTHDAY PRESENT. Thank you for being my beta (THE BEST LOL) and my AWS buddy. And even though I took forever to write this (seriously, I started writing this ON THE ACTUAL ECLIPSE AND I AM JUST FINISHING IT NOW) this would have never been finished without his constant nagging I MEAN SUPPORT.
Katara’s hands were in constant motion: cooking for their extended brood, mending torn clothes (and there was so much more sewing to be done lately), curling into fists until the knuckles ran white, weaving within and without each other and controlling her water. It was the only thing she could control these days, and what Katara needed most in her life was control.
She stared at her hands and flexed her fingers once - twice in front of herself. Her hands were shaking.
Hugging herself, she rubbed her palms over her bare arms to fight off the wind chill and busy her hands with a task. She stood in the center court of the Western Air Temple, watching the water in the quietly bubbling fountain and sucking the inside of her cheek in between her teeth in irritation. Usually, simply being close to her element worked to soothe her raw nerves. But tonight was the lunar eclipse, the night when all waterbenders lost their bending for as long as the sky was dark and the moon’s light was missing from the sky. If she had been on better terms with their resident firebender, she might have had someone to talk to about the private overwhelming panic she felt without her bending, even if it was promised to be temporary. Did he feel the same way on the day of the Invasion?
You rise with the moon, I rise with the sun.
She couldn’t feel the thrum of the water in her bones. When she had brushed Aang’s shoulder to bid him goodnight only moments before, she hadn’t been able feel the faint movement of the blood in the young boy’s veins.
She cast a fleeting look at the sky, unable to look at the black spot covering the bright glow of the moon for too long; it made her even more anxious. With a small smile, she briefly wondered if Sokka was in his room feeling sorry that he couldn’t see Yue’s beauty either.
“It makes you feel powerless, doesn’t it?” a low voice rasped somewhere behind her.
Katara’s eyes fluttered closed in annoyance; she clenched her teeth and tasted blood as she caught her cheek. “Go to bed, Zuko.”
He laughed unpleasantly, but laughter of any kind was unfamiliar coming from Zuko; it made Katara’s skin crawl. Staring straight ahead, she pointedly ignored him.
“I'm sorry, I'm just laughing at the irony,” he drawled, clearly pleased with himself.
Katara bristled and glared over her shoulder at him, hands balling into tight fists at her sides, nails biting sharply at her palms. Zuko took a few measured steps forward, folding his arms over his chest and tilting his head to the side.
“You know, how it would've been nice for me if you had lost your bending a long time ago,” he prompted, looking at her through his dark bangs.
Whirling on him, she quickly closed the distance between them, shaking in anger, “When I get my bending back I am going to waterwhip you so hard you'll feel it for weeks.”
“Now you're getting me all excited. Stop,” he whispered.
Her blue eyes flashed and she raised her hand to slap the smirk off his face, but he caught her wrist and captured the other one suspended between them. “You are so pathetic,” she scoffed, pulling against his grip, “you had to wait until I couldn’t fight back.”
Faster than she could think, he had shoved her into the nearest column, and she cried out in protest as her skull cracked hard against the stone. Stumbling forward a few steps, she grabbed her head when he let go of her wrists, her murmured and slurred curses earning her another laugh from Zuko. He grabbed her shoulders and forced her back against the pillar while she was still recovering and couldn’t see, couldn’t think. Her arms were yanked abruptly behind her back and tied with rough rope at an uncomfortable angle. She groped at the knot when he finished. It was intricate, tight, and one she didn’t know. Her shoulders complained from being forced backwards so far. Straightening up, she found herself looking into two golden and feral eyes.
Zuko filled a palm with flame and regarded it thoughtfully. “What should I do with you?”
Katara searched his face, forcing herself to focus through the pain in her head. It all seemed so familiar - catching her off guard, the strangely confident air about him, tying her up like this - but what could he want?
Tell me where he is and I won't hurt you or your brother.
“You know where Aang is. He’s down the hall,” she said softly, warily, testing her suspicions, “You can let me go now.” If he really was switching sides - like she knew he would all along - it would just take a scream and Toph would hear, would know what to do, and alert the others. Zuko would never be able to take Aang against everyone.
Katara watched in horrified fascination as the flames slid over Zuko’s fingertips like a flickering glove. He smirked at her as if she had told some terribly amusing joke. “I still have plenty of eclipse left.” He brushed his fingers quickly over her mouth and she flinched. His own lips parted. “Scared of it?”
She fought to find her voice as her heart started a slightly-panicked tempo in her chest. “No,” she whispered, wishing she sounded more convincing. Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips after the dry heat.
Zuko sighed in satisfaction as he watched the movement. “Mn, good.” He cocked his head, and then feathered the dim flames over her eyelid and down her cheek. “Scared of me?” The flames skimmed over the skin of her arm.
Sure that he must have done something to steal her breath; she struggled to drag in air, hardly daring to move as he traced the shape of his scar on her face. She met his gaze. “No.”
His unlit palm slipped behind her head to grasp her neck and hold her still as he leaned in, “That’s my brave little waterbender.”
Katara struggled against the hold on her neck, his fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. “No, no, I won’t! Get off of me!”
“Was I asking?” he quirked his good eyebrow at her and squeezed her neck, threatening, before capturing her mouth anyway. His lips were searing hot and soft against her own; hungry and possessive and wanting, and as she gasped against him she breathed in steam. His teeth raked across her lower lip as he sucked it into his mouth. She couldn’t help it; she hadn’t been kissed like this - like there would never be enough of her. This was so unlike the last chaste kiss she had received, ironically on another eclipse, and she suddenly felt sick with guilt.
She bit down on his lip as hard as she could.
Zuko hissed and pulled away, blood on his lip and steam curling from his mouth. “Contrary.”
Katara rested her head against the pillar and felt his fingers tense in protest on her neck. Wrong, she thought over and over, wrong -wrong - you’re as sick as he is. “What are you going to do, Zuko? Give me a scar to match yours?”
“No, I had a much more pleasant agony in mind.” He pulled his knee up and wrestled his thigh between hers.
Katara moaned under her breath as everything fell into place. Biting her tongue to keep her expression from betraying her panic, Katara narrowed her eyes, “Unless you’re going to be spending some quality time with your hand, I don’t know what you have planned.”
“See, it's that bitch mouth of yours that got you into this situation.” With one sharp motion, he ripped the fabric of her sash instead of untying it, and Katara had the feeling he was doing it simply to show off.
“Zuko -!” she cried uselessly, forgetting her current situation for a moment and mourning the time she would have to spend mending her dress. He seemed to read her mind because he scoffed as he knotted the sash over her eyes as a blindfold. “Stop, this isn't funny!" Katara felt herself flush in anger at his arrogance - how dare he, the bastard - and embarrassment as she felt his burning eyes on her. How she must look, the white fabric stark against her dark skin. He loved this.
“Neither is the way you treat me on a daily basis.” He flicked her robe open and she shivered as goosebumps appeared on her dark skin. Warm hands reached for the drawstring on her pants.
“Can you - can you really blame me?” She could feel his hands working at the knot, every so often brushing the bare skin of her stomach, making her squirm. “Think about what you’ve done!” She nearly choked on a moan.
“You have every right to distrust me. But that doesn't mean you have to be a petty little girl about it.” Her pants were shoved to her knees and the groan did escape.
“Wait!” Zuko slid his thumbs down her hips and under the waist of her underwrapping. “Ah! - stop - Zuko, don't! - what are you doing?” she managed between gasps as she thrashed and struggled ineffectively against the ropes.
“I wonder,” he paused, and even though she couldn’t see him she could hear the smirk in his voice, “what do you do with a girl when you take her clothes off?”
“No, you don't want to do this,” she tried again, forcing her legs together.
“Oh, but I do,” He yanked at the wrapping, pulling it in sharp jerks, “Fuck, I do. ”
Katara whimpered in the back of her throat; all thoughts of keeping her dignity intact had disappeared, “Do you want me to beg? Is that what you want?”
“I don't know. Do you think that'd help?” Katara trembled as his palm brushed almost reverently over her bare ass. “Am I a merciful prince, you think?"
She stiffened, his gentleness and hushed tone frightening her more than anything else he had done so far, “You aren't a prince anymore.”
“For right now, you better treat me like I am, peasant,” he spat, pulling the wrappings down to join her pants at her knees, baring her to the night air.
Sucking air in through her teeth at being so exposed in front of him, she stuttered, “I'll scream. Toph will hear.”
“That’s true.” He was silent then, quietly untying his own belt, and for one brief glorious moment Katara imagined he was reconsidering. “And then she'd bring your brother, or the Avatar, or both. They'd see you like this, half naked, vulnerable.”
Cheeks reddening at the thought, she turned her face away, regardless of her blindfold. After a pause, she said, “What do you think will happen once the others find out?”
“Who'll tell them? You wouldn't want them to know about…this, would you?” She strained to hear his quiet steps toward her over her own loud breathing. “I mean, they'd never look at you quite the same.” He leaned in, tongue flicking out to lick her lip too fast for her to bite him. “I promise that I'll keep it a secret.”
Katara licked her lip, unconsciously tasting him. “You bastard,” she breathed, voice wavering.
“You wound me, bitch,” he snarled, pushing the fabric of his belt between her teeth and tying it behind her head. He slid hot hands down her stomach and hissed appreciatively. Katara growled around her gag, but her snarling dissolved into muffled whimpers when his palms heated in retaliation. She shifted against the pillar, straining and pulling against the ropes binding her.
“You have no idea how humiliating it's been, biting my tongue and letting you walk all over me in front of everyone. I may be a traitor to my nation, but damn it, I'm still royalty.” He pinched one of her nipples through her breast bindings, eliciting a quiet moan from the helpless waterbender. “You should show more respect.”
Katara shook her head, chest heaving as she gasped raggedly for air, tongue pushing against the gag.
“Oh, so, has it just slipped your mind that by defeating Fire Lord Ozai, my father, you'll be handing me that crown?” He plucked at her nipples again and she arched into his touch, curses stifled by the cloth between her teeth. She felt his chest press flush against hers. “You're lucky you know, to have been kissed by the future Fire Lord.”
Laughing nervously at his word choice - lucky - she flattened herself against the pillar to keep away from his warm chest, but he merely followed her retreat by crushing closer to her, his hands dropping to the waist of his pants.
“Oh, you don't think so?” His voice was low, dangerous. Katara shook her head again, slowly and cautiously.
Kissing her cheek above the gag, he pushed his pants down his hips. “Then how about lucky to have felt this?”
Something brushed her thigh. Katara trembled, not daring to move, not daring to breathe.
Zuko inhaled the scent behind her ear; she felt his lips move against the shell. “You feel me, don't you.” It wasn’t a question.
Her mind raced as shameful arousal stirred between her legs.
“Don't you,” He sneered, rolling his hips closer, more of his length rubbing against her.
Somehow Katara knew that wasn’t even close to all of it. She nodded and her head lolled back, eyes seeking out the familiar and comforting bright light of the moon through the blindfold. She couldn’t see anything; the sky was still dark.
“Thank you for being honest.” His voice filled with something like affection as he kissed the underside of her jaw and her breath caught in her throat. Then he shifted, pushing the head of his cock between her thighs. Katara screamed into the gag as she fought to free herself, but only succeeded in smacking her head against the pillar in shock and fear, crying out in pain.
“Shhh,” he whispered soothingly, sliding one hand behind her head, using her hair to hold her still, but also cradling her to prevent her from “accidentally” blacking out, “I know you're excited, but there's no need to get worked up.” Pushing forward against her squeezed-tight thighs, he managed to slowly work between them with the moisture of their sweat.
Katara moaned and tried to compose herself to plead with him, beg him. Zuko, not this, anything but this, not this, please -
“I know, sweetness, I know.” There was that mocking false comfort. Without being able to see his lying bastard eyes she could almost believe him. “You want me so bad you can't stand it.” He scraped his teeth across her cheek to her ear and she shuddered. “Too bad for you I don't fuck peasant cunt. So you'll have to be satisfied with this.” Thrusting until his dick slid unbearably slowly between her tense thighs, he shifted so that only the upper side of his shaft was pressing against her, cradled by her sweet natural curves.
She screamed behind her gag again at his taunts and attentions, legs shaking from the strain of squeezing them together for so long.
“You're so hot here.” He shifted again, making his cock slide against her clit. Katara made a strangled sound in the back of her throat, nearly losing herself to tears right then and there. “As hot as a firebender. Somehow, I knew you would be.” Zuko purposefully rocked against her again, repeating the motion. “I like knowing that you're burning up for me.”
Writhing against the pillar, rough stone scraping across the skin of her ass, she squeezed her eyes shut under the blindfold. It was too much to want him like this, too much to want him to take her this way, naked and helpless and bound and stripped of her dignity. The burning in her thighs was intensifying, her precious control slipping away from her like water between her fingers. Water. She latched onto the thought, picturing still beautiful seas and clear rivers in her mind’s eye, the blood rushing under Zuko’s pale skin bending to her will, forcing him to his knees, face under her heel -
He must have sensed her disconnection from her lack of response. “What would they think if they knew you're so hot like this with me.” He nuzzled her ear and allowed her to hear the first quiet moan the friction drew from him. “How humiliated you'd be.”
She couldn’t help but picture Sokka's disgusted face, and then Aang's; she choked on a sob even as she bucked against him.
“It's powerful and sickening, isn't it, feeling humiliated.” He pulled roughly at her nipple again with his left hand - his right still cradling her head - as he pressed his scarred cheek to rub against her unmarked one, achingly slowly, the scar slick on her soft skin. Nodding, she moaned in the back of her throat at the feeling of his scar against her face. "So powerful even though you feel helpless. Exposed and scrutinized.” He moved his lips to her ear, teeth nipping her earlobe as he tugged his belt away from her mouth with the hand behind her head. “Like an object.” His pumped his hips in a rhythm now, pushing his dick into the channel created by her thighs. “You're wet now, as well as hot.” His breath on her ear made her jerk away in protest.
“You're - you're sick,” she groaned, matching his rhythm, “I bet you get -” she winced and cried out as he thrust against her viciously, slamming her hips hard into the pillar, “- get off on being humiliated like this, that's how you know how it feels.”
“Don't...make me laugh,” he panted, fucking the space between her thighs, “I'd never get off -” the ridge of his cock head scraped over her clitoris; Katara bit her lip to stifle her responding shriek, “- on being mocked by a little peasant like you.”
She moved against the pillar, gasping, “I hate you. I hate you.”
Zuko gritted his teeth, hips snapping, “I hate you.”
“Is that all you're going to do? Tease me and humiliate me?” Unspoken, her request for more hung heavy in the air between them.
Zuko seemed to sense that because he scoffed in satisfaction. “I already told you that.” He dropped his hand from her breast to slip it between them, fore and middle fingers sliding around her achingly sensitive clit, tracing a path teasingly close to it before pinching or tugging somewhere, everywhere else.
A soft hiccupping sob of disappointment escaped her lips then, barely audible, but Katara prayed he didn’t hear it. “I wasn't sure if you had changed your mind,” she backpedaled quickly.
“You know me. I never change.” Katara wasn’t a good enough actress to keep her anger from her face, but Zuko crashed his mouth against hers before she could speak. His rhythm faltered.
She kissed him roughly back, blindly seeking out his mouth, and tugged at his lips with her teeth. Groaning, the sound shocking her in its weakness after his rigid control, he licked at her teeth when they bit at him, his fingers and cock sliding furiously against her. Katara trailed smaller kisses over his mouth as her chest tightened and suddenly he was too hot to the touch. There had to be fire under her skin - your fault - she was too hot all over - fuck you - and there was no doubt in her mind that Zuko was going to kill her.
She was gasping for air against his mouth. “Zuko, let me -” He bit her chin; scraped his teeth down to bite her throat and she lost her train of thought, only could manage: “Please.”
His tongue pulled at the pendant of her necklace, fingers flickering against her, “Do it,” he commanded, “do it, do it.”
Resting her head against his hand she nearly bit through her lip to stifle her shriek as she came with a violent shudder. He followed not long after when she screamed behind her teeth, his hips snapping, the pendant sucked into his mouth, his come sticky against the underside of her ass.
They were both quiet for a long time, the sound of his breathing loud in her ears, his weight heavy against her chest. His hand tangled in her sweat-damp hair as she slumped against the pillar, shaking and spent. She was dimly aware of his mouth at the hollow of her throat, pulling at the pendant on her necklace. As her head cleared, she felt his fingers and his cock, hot and wrong between her legs, and her muscles tensed around him again. Her teeth scraped over her bottom lip. “My legs hurt,” she whispered hoarsely, throat raw and dry.
He very slowly and carefully untangled from her, pendant slipping from his mouth, and gently released her head from his palm, before backing off until they were connected by just a line of fluid. “You'll be able to get free soon enough.” Tugging her pants up, he trapped her in their shame and grabbed his belt.
She swallowed hard. “You're finished?”
“I have ten minutes until the eclipse is over. I need those for a head start.” He tied her drawstring and kissed her mouth quickly, not lingering on her lips long enough for her to really react. “Don't fall asleep tied up,” he warned, tapping her nose with his finger. She wrinkled her nose as she breathed in her own scent on his hand.
“Zuko!” she protested, feeling ill. You can’t leave, not here, not after that, it’s not enough. “You aren't seriously going to leave me here!” With his clean hand, he pushed her sash from her eyes and up her forehead. She blinked at him stupidly for a few seconds, unsure of his next move. Her lips parted in anticipation.
“Oh, I seriously am.” Zuko swirled his index finger in his mouth, licking it clean before pulling it from his lips with a soft pop. Katara whimpered and shifted, rubbing her thighs together. He did the same to his middle finger, meeting her eyes. “It's too bad you didn't run into me on the Day of Black Sun.” Tying his belt in a hurry, he turned on his heel and left her there without a backwards glance.
She screamed wordlessly after him.
Control was all she had ever wanted, and the bastard had taken it away.