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Borealis: A Zutara Story	By : jaded_priceless Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > AU/AR - Alternate Universe/Alternate Reality Views: 33965 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter 151
Zuko glowered at his father, “How would I know? I thought by now they would have been captured.”
“They?” Ozai repeated, “So you knew he is traveling with the Avatar’s Earthbender.”
“Yes,” Zuko replied bluntly.
“Then why did I acquire the knowledge from Lady Sakura? The stupid twit saw them on Ember Island. She wanted to adopt the little blind girl and didn’t recognize Iroh. If you knew they were together why are you just now telling me?” Ozai growled as the fire flowing from his hand grew brighter.
“Father I sent you a message to that effect months ago. Did you not get it?” Zuko answered while giving his father a puzzled expression.
“Really, you sent me a message?” Ozai stated sarcastically even though the fire at his hand began to dim.
“Yes Father. Katara told me they separated because the Earthbender felt Uncle Iroh moving underground the day of the invasion. They left her because we were approaching their rendezvous point and didn’t want to get captured.”
Ozia’s eyes narrowed, “So what else did this message say?”
“It also contained a transcript of an argument between Katara and her brother. It was spectacular. They recently began speaking but they can barely look at each other,” Zuko explained.
“Brother, hmm, interesting,” Ozai exclaimed mischievously before withdrawing the fire blades. “No wonder he was so upset. It was rather entertaining to watch him listening to you fuck her or rather listen to her fuck you.”
“What?” Zuko shrieked.
“Azula takes him next door so he can hear how well you seem to pleasure her.”
“Don’t you think that’s disturbing Father?” Zuko inquired.
“No, I find it an acceptable form of torture,” Ozai shrugged.
“Not that,” Zuko shook his head, “the fact that she willingly listens when I fuck Katara. Wanting to torture him or not, that’s not normal; I’m her brother, most of the time I’m louder than she is. I know she is inexperienced, but what kind of sister wants to listen to her brother when he’s taking a woman?”
The Fire Lord did not acknowledge Zuko’s comment but the fact Azula had drilled holes to improve the acoustics and the level of familiarity with his routine disturbed him too. She had accurately predicted how many times Zuko would say I love you and which vocal pitches indicated how long it would take him to finish.

“No,” Katara gasped paying no mind to their conversation. Sokka had been listening. She lowered her head and bit her lips till they bled remembering the horrible fight the afternoon before Haru and Tyro were executed and erroneously assumed he had heard her that morning.
She had sold herself to Zuko the night before. She thought she was still dreaming that morning when Zuko began touching her. She had been dreaming about a boy, about being touched. She liked those dreams, they felt good.
Katara kept her eyes closed, squeezing them tighter and sniffling to shutter a fresh round of sobs. Sokka had heard her both times this morning and last night. He knew. He knew that sometimes it didn’t feel terrible beneath or beside or on top of Zuko; sometimes he what he did felt so much better than when she’d used water or her fingers. Having Zuko touch and lick her wasn’t unpleasant. Sometimes her koalaotter got hungry. Sometimes she was glad he was there to feed it. Katara curled forward so her head was on the bed and cried so hard she threw up.

Ozai cursed loudly. He’d barely avoided the spray. Zuko rubbed her back and slid forward to cover her buttocks. They were wrapped in a single sheet so when Katara doubled over she’d inadvertently exposed her rear as well as his penis.
Zuko’s lips twisted wryly and he looked at his father, “I’ve gotten used to it. She is a fantastic lay, but my touch often sickens her.”
The Fire Lord stomped out of the room angrily. The barbarian had almost thrown up on him. The barbarian almost threw up on him and Zuko was still sitting calmly in bed with her. It was a common occurrence when he fucked her? And he still did? The Fire Lord scowled. He hoped his son had not picked up any strange fetishes during his travels. It was bad enough the boy was bedding a barbarian. He took one last look at the door. He could still hear the Waterbender retching. At least his son was not subjecting a Fire Nation woman to his perversions.
“Fire Lord Ozai, what a pleasant surprise to see you,” Mai said politely.
The Fire Lord regarded his son’s fiancée. Her face displayed no signs of the surprise she claimed to feel or any of the subtle signs of unhappiness usually worn by a woman whose fiancé was bedding another. Not a hair out of place perfectly poised and groomed even though she had opted to train during the listening session.
“Good morning, Mai. I understand why you decided to train a moment ago. Zuko’s enthusiasm for the Waterbender has increased since leaving the palace. All those ‘I love you’s’ he screamed were disturbing. If I were his fiancée I wouldn’t want to hear them either,” Ozai said smoothly as he watched for her reaction.
Nothing; no anger, no embarrassment. No facial reddening, no flaring of the nostrils, no raising of the eyebrows; nothing to indicate displeasure. Mai’s voice was even when she replied, “Zuko does have quite the set of lungs.”
“I see. So he is just as loud when he is with you?” Ozai smirked already knowing the answer.
“No your Majesty, he is not,” Mai admitted staidly.
“I didn’t think he would be,” Ozai replied dismissively as he stepped around her. Of course Zuko still fucked the Waterbender. An active partner who was repulsed afterwards was better than a cold one who just laid there.
Mai collapsed into a blubbering heap when she was behind closed doors. Ozai was worse than Azula could ever be. She would have been a fool to show him how much Zuko’s actions hurt her or that his casual mention of them really did bother her.

Ozai made his way to the communications tower and all work stopped when he entered. He allowed the minions to bask in his presence before allowing them to rise. “Did my son send me a message almost two months ago?
“Yes Fire Lord Ozai. This is a copy of what we sent,” the communications officer who took the message replied.
Ozai read the transcript laughing out loud in places. She was like the Fire Nation climbing on the non-benders of the other nations. Perhaps he’d let the boy live after the tour just to see what else he said to his sister. That was a very apt and flattering description of his county.
And Zuko.
His little boy Zuko had gotten her pregnant and taken the appropriate means to ensure it wouldn’t happen again. Brilliant; an amazing solution to prevent the unwanted products of easing his dragon. If he were perfectly honest he wished he would have thought of it. Rendering her unable to have children the same way he had gotten her pregnant.
No wonder he wanted to keep the Waterbender. She really was the perfect piece of pussy just as he stated.
Ursa had predicted that Zuko would grow up and surprise him one day. He had thought she was just making excuses for their lackluster son. His beloved Ursa had told him Zuko was like a burning pile of wet leaves. It started out as mostly smoke but when it finally caught up it would burn hot for an extended period of time.
The Fire Lord went back to Zuko’s room. There were stewards cleaning it. He instructed the stewards to tell Zuko to bring the Waterbender to his quarters when they were dressed.
Yuliang needed to earn her keep on this ship.
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