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Warmth	By : Spleef Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 39623 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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WhirleeQ: Thank you all for reading Warmth... that will be 2.99 for the first minute, and .99 cents for each additional... (just kidding ;-) ). We hope you've enjoyed our first collaborative foray into quality Avatar smut and we hope you are never, ever again able to watch AtLA without looking at the characters in a whole new light. We also take no responsibility what so ever when your family/housemates/SO's/cats/neighbors look at you funny when you start breathing heavy each time a commercial for AtLA comes on the telly. I've personally had a wonderful time writing this fic with Spleef and hope to work with her on some stuff in the future... who knows what gems our combined depraved minds might come up with next? ;-) ~~whirleeQ
Spleef: Ah hell... WhirleeQ’s AN’s are better than mine, lol. Yes, we have been talking about more collaborative works, including a possible sequel to Warmth. As if THIS story isn’t smutty enough. We take no responsibility for sudden horniness and/or the urge to hump someone’s leg. Actually the urge to hump someone’s leg would be the least of your worries. After reading this story, we will be surprised if you don’t attack someone and drag them off to molest them. If this story doesn’t get you off we don’t know what will...
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They lay like that for a while, peaceful, all of them trying to control the rapid beating of their hearts when Zuko suddenly felt Aang stir against him and the boy’s reawakened erection pressing into the side of his thigh as the younger boy started to nip at the side of his neck.
Katara whimpered softly, curling up against the Prince, nuzzling him contentedly. She would not have traded the pleasure they had shared for anything else. She never wanted to give up her Prince or her Avatar. That was right...HER Prince and HER Avatar.
She stared with half-lidded eyes as Aang cuddled up on Zuko's other side, watched with a small smile as Aang started to kiss and nip at the side of Zuko's neck. That made her very heated, watching the two of them. It mattered not to her that they were both male, she liked watching their interactions nonetheless.
But she would not be left out.
Her hand reached out to slowly stroke the Prince's chest, running along his smooth, hard stomach before coming back up to his collarbone, and she started to kiss and nibble along his ear and jaw as her hand traveled back down, her thumb running along one of his nipples.
She did this for a bit more before letting her hand idly travel down to his groin, stroking the thick black curls, tugging at them ever so slightly, feeling him shiver a little and she glanced into Aang's eyes, seeing a loving twinkle there.
Her hand traveled back up, to his navel, idly trailing a loose circle around it, admiring his smooth abs. He was so nice, so warm...his body heat radiated into her own body.
Zuko couldn’t believe the virility of his two partners. He had barely caught his breath and they were both on him as he was some sort of rare delicacy… not that he minded. He delighted in Aang’s curious explorations as well as Katara’s sensual strokes and decided that it was good, being in the middle. A part of him was a bit surprised that the two of them were so… accepting of such an arrangement, but the more he thought about it, the less surprised he was.
He doubted that he could ever separate the two. If he had taken Katara as his own and left the Avatar behind, on some level he would have broken her heart. He knew she would have eventually considered such a union as a betrayal to Aang. It also would have broken the Avatar, who derived his strength from the water bender. But Aang was not the only one who needed the girl, Zuko mused possessively. Without Katara, he’d never gain the strength he needed to take on his father… and then his nation would be forever lost to him.
But with both of them by his side...
It wasn’t uncommon for Fire Nation royals to have several wives and concubines It was less common for one of his stature to take a male lover, but not unheard of – especially if the male lover in question was powerful and would be an asset to the court. There was no denying the boy’s power… and he had a certain charm and beauty all of his own.
He felt two bodies on top of him, one on each side, exploring him, touching him, kissing him… and then kissing each other, pressing their tongues against each other, moaning softly as blue eyes stared into grey ones, and a full fledged smile appeared on Zuko’s face.
With these two, he was strong. His father wouldn’t stand a chance. Truly, Zhao had done him a favor by informing his father of his involvement in helping the Avatar escape. Had he not been cast into the role of a fugitive, he would have never had the opportunity to bind these two to him.
He turned and kissed Katara long and languidly before turning to kiss Aang with the same amount of enthusiasm… then he whispered low and huskily in a voice both of them could hear, watching with no small amount of amusement as his words caused the boy’s cheeks to burn a bright red. Even after what they had done, he managed to retain his innocent charm.
"I want to watch you fuck her, Aang…"
Aang and Zuko both heard Katara's soft gasp, and Zuko smiled as he felt her body shiver against his own. She looked into Aang's eyes, seeing his need for her, and she nodded. She knew Zuko would be watching and participating and...that did not bother her the least, both of them had done such a wonderful job of pleasuring her and making her feel loved in their own way.
Aang shivered as Katara stared at him, feeling his own erection press against the Prince's body. Oh yes. He was more than willing to do that, it was what he had wanted all along, and he saw that willingness reciprocated in Katara's eyes.
He wanted to taste her lips, her skin, feel her breasts under his hands, feel her tight heat around him, he had seen how blissful Zuko had looked when he was in her and wanted the same. He...found himself glad that Zuko had taken charge of things; otherwise he would have been too shy to approach Katara. He blinked as Zuko pulled himself to his feet and looked down at them, leaving a gap between the two young people, a gap that he wanted to watch them close.
Katara moaned softly and moved closer to Aang.
Aang looked at the beautiful water bender by his side and suddenly flushed. She had done so much for him already… would he disappoint her? He saw how much Zuko had pleasured her… suddenly he felt very inadequate and he started shaking… she came closer and he turned his head slightly. He was very, very scared… he loved her and didn’t want to disappoint her. What if she laughed at him? No, she wouldn’t do that… Katara would never do that, she would never make him feel bad – that’s why he loved her…
And that’s why he didn’t know if he could do this.
Hesitantly he reached out a hand to pull her flush against him, feeling for the first time the full length of her naked body flush against his and he whimpered, burying his nose into her collar bone. He took a few shaking breaths and held her very, very close, a little afraid to pull away, terrified of himself. He wasn’t a man like Zuko was. He was just a boy, one who loved her very much, but this was all surreal – so far away from the wistful dreams he had of perhaps holding her hand and maybe stealing a small kiss.
She’d already done so much more for him, so far beyond anything he’d ever thought about before. He just stood there while she pleasured him with her mouth, while she brought him to the edges of the sharpest pleasure he had ever felt before. He hadn’t had to prove himself then… it was all Katara...
This, this was very different, beyond all his wildest hopes and dreams and he wanted her so, so badly.
He was scared, and in her arms he started to tremble… he wanted to be inside of her more than anything, but he really didn’t know if she wanted him too, or if she was just doing this because of Zuko.
He was confused... despite himself, a renegade tear escaped his eyes and he shuddered.
Katara blinked and looked down at him, seeing the tear, feeling his body shake. A part of her wasn't surprised, after all this was his first experience and as far as she knew or understood, he had never ever done anything that had come close to this before...not even a kiss.
"Take a deep breath." she whispered reassuringly as Zuko watched silently. She remembered her own first time, how Zuko had been firm but patient, giving her time to process things and to understand them, and now she would do the same for Aang.
It felt a bit strange, just a few days before, she had been the virgin and now she was comforting someone else.
"It will be alright." she whispered reassuringly, "I was nervous my first time too. You'll do wonderful." she continued with a gentle smile, kissing away that tear, "You've done wonderfully so far, there's nothing to be afraid of..." she said reassuringly, stroking his scalp gently, keeping him close.
"Katara…" he whispered her name against her cheek, leaning over to kiss her. "I’m… I’m glad that… that I’m with you…"
He looked at her, loving the way that she stroked him, wanting to continue, but there was something that he needed to know first.
"Katara? You… you want this, right? Want… uh… me? I mean, this… if this is just because of Zuko wanting us to… uh…. I want you to want me… like… likeIwantyou…" he said, the last few words coming out mumbled.
She blinked and then quickly nodded.
"I enjoyed it with Zuko, bur I also want you very much." she said gently, stroking him a little.
"Don't be afraid, Aang. I'm inviting you." Katara said, guiding his hand to her breast, shivering as she felt his small but warm hand, and stroked the back of it gently, nodding to him.
Aang looked at his hand on her breast, saw how nicely her breast fit in it and moaned. He leaned down and kissed her enthusiastically, his tongue mapping out the inside of her mouth and committing it to memory. He could never get enough of kissing her like this. She tasted cool and refreshing and vaguely of something else, something salty and slightly bitter. When he realized that it was himself that he tasted on her lips, he whimpered, pushing himself forward into the hand that was stroking him slightly.

He loved the feel of her hand on the most intimate part of his body. Her smooth palm glided up the length of him and he whimpered, wanting to put himself inside her just like Zuko did. Gently, he caressed the side of her breast as he kissed her and then his hand trailed down the side of her body, coming to rest against her hip. He moved so that he was lying next to her, wanting to explore her body and gently touched the soft curls above her sex, noticing how she whimpered and smiled at him in response.
He sucked in a deep breath and touched the petals of her womanhood. They felt so soft to him, slippery from her juices and he remembered what she had tasted like when he put his fingers in his mouth. She had tasted good… indescribably so, and he had wanted to share that with Zuko, especially when the older teen had watched Aang lick his fingers with such intensity.
Watching Zuko taste Katara off of his fingers had just aroused him once again, even after what Katara had done for him.
She definitely had tasted good and he absently wondered if she’d let him taste her again. And then afterwards, he’d put himself inside of her.
Feeling hot, he trailed kisses down the length of her body until he reached her curls. He nuzzled his nose against them, inhaling the musky, pleasant, feminine scent of her and then placed a few kisses there before delving lower. With his fingers, he parted her petals and lifted his head to look at her. Her eyes were wide with desire and… confusion? Was he doing something that Zuko hadn’t done for her? The thought made him proud and he smirked before gently kissing her center and darting his tongue out to taste her.
Katara gasped softly and looked down at him, feeling his fingers on her womanhood, keeping her parted as he licked at her, tasting both sweetness and salt, from her juices and the juices of the Prince.
Zuko simply watched, moving around a bit so he could watch more closely. He found it fascinating to watch the Avatar explore her flower, seeing the Avatar's tongue dart out to taste of her sweetness. He himself hadn't tried that before, he had planned to later on, since this was only his second encounter with her. He could see the curiosity and wonder in the boy’s eyes as he explored Katara and simply smirked just a little.
Being in this group was more than satisfying and beneficial. Both Aang and Katara had their own qualities, qualities that balanced each other out and his own, and he found himself again glad that he was now their friend. And now, more than that, even.
He was hard again, so very hard and watching this interaction made him want to simply grab Katara and pound into her again but he held back -- there would be opportunities for that later.
Katara’s legs were splayed out on either side of the boy, whimpering quietly, her mouth open slightly, the merest hint of a pink tongue visible as she hissed in pleasure as Aang pulled her clit inside his mouth. She felt like she was dying all over again… and wondered where and how Aang could learn how to do this, or if it was all instinctual with the boy. But then again, she reminded herself that the boy was nothing if not curious, and apparently that trait extended to his sexual appetite. She could certainly appreciate that; even more so when he gently circled his tongue around the small nub, causing her to see sparks behind the dark lids of her closed eyes.
Zuko’s hand fell to his own erection. He absently stroked himself while watching the Avatar orally pleasure the water bender. He was slightly surprised and a little bemused that the Avatar had thought to do such a thing… but then again, Aang was full of surprises, it seemed.
He looked at the boy appreciatively, drinking in the sight of his lean form and admiring the blue tattoo that traveled the length of his spine. He continued to stroke himself as his gaze traveled down to the boy’s soft rear. It was an enticing view, and he wondered… he wanted to watch the Avatar with the water bender, but could he put himself in the Avatar at the same time?
If he did… for a short period of time, he could own the boy… the beautiful, sexy boy who had bested him more often than not… the boy who had been the driving force of his life for the past four years.
The thought sent a delicious surge of heat right to his groin and he groaned.
Katara moaned softly, grateful for Aang's delectable trait of curiosity, for how could one experience new things or find new ways to experience them and explore if one was not curious? She whispered out his name quietly, her hand finding his scalp and stroking it gently, a finger trailing along his earlobe.
"You're wonderful, you know that, Aang?" Katara whispered.
When Zuko heard these words he could hot help but feel a bit jealous, to hear that Katara was calling the Avatar wonderful. What about him? Wasn't he wonderful too?
Katara gave out a quiet whimper when Aang spread her petals open a bit more with his fingers and slid his left index finger in her, as if it was a cock, and he moved it around a bit, feeling her succulent tight walls clench around the gentle intruder.
The Avatar found her sex fascinating. The odor, the feel, the look of it...he loved how her slick folds glistened in the moonlight and he loved how she clenched around him. He was so looking forward to making love with her, to show her how much he loved and needed her, and for the time being both of them forgot the Prince.
He loved the taste, loved feeling that pink nub in his mouth, loved hearing the noises she made as he explored her and teased her. He flicked his tongue across her clit, hearing her moan his name again.
"You're wonderful, so wonderful, Aang..."
Zuko couldn’t stand it, didn’t want to hear it anymore… that the virgin Avatar would elicit such responses from her was grating him, even though he knew that this was all his idea in the first place. What was he thinking?
That the two of them were now oblivious to his presence was infuriating him. He knew that the possessive surge of anger that was filling him was irrational, but he didn’t care. He felt the urge to punish them both for their insolence, wanted to re-establish his dominance. They were his… his to play with, his to pleasure… and he wouldn’t let either the water bender or the Avatar forget that.
With a smirk, he gently leaned towards the two and cupped the Avatar’s rear. A not so gentle squeeze had the Avatar gasping, removing his head from between Katara’s legs and looking at him with dazed confusion. He took the opportunity to pull the boy’s head to him and smash his lips against the boy in a brutal, commanding kiss – one that was nothing like he had yet shared with the little Avatar, tasting the water bender on the boy’s lips as well as his own unique flavor. Then he released the boy, leaving him gasping for air, and crawled up Katara’s body and did the same to her, plunging his tongue in her mouth in an attempt to remind her that he was there and he would not be ignored, filling her mouth with the taste of the boy, herself, and the remnants of his own seed.
He plunged two fingers into her several times, causing her to cry out sharply, and quickly withdrew them and with his other hand, he grabbed the avatar and brought him back down to her, this time face to face, their hips inches from each other.
"Don’t forget who you two belong to."
Katara and Aang were frozen in place, like statues of marble or ice, as they heard that commanding voice, and they stared at each other silently, their hearts pounding
Don’t forget who you two belong to...
It felt...odd to both of them. Did Zuko actually think of them that way? As objects?
Katara could feel Aang's cock brush against her thigh and she gave out a soft whimper, one that he echoed, but neither of them dared to move, as if Zuko might immolate them on the spot if they took one step out of turn. They had seen displays of his temper in the time that he had traveled with them, he had never hurt them actually, but right now they were so very vulnerable…
Slowly Katara moved her eyes from Aang's, looking over his shoulder at the Prince. The expression on his face was unreadable and she was not quite sure of what would come next.
"Y...you're not going to hurt us...?" Katara asked nervously as Aang whimpered, his hips dropping a couple of millimeters, his cock brushing against her again.
Zuko’s eyes narrowed… he didn’t want to scare them, just make them aware of his presence… and his dominance. He knew a part of it stemmed from his obsession with the Avatar and his need to reassure himself that he was superior to the Avatar on some level, but his rational mind had long given over to his lust, so he had acted on impulse. He didn’t answer Katara’s question, but allowed his expression to soften minutely as he lay next to the two of them, supporting his weight on his side.
They were frozen, wanton, needy… the expression on the Avatar’s face was pained and he knew that they both were suffering, wanting desperately to continue, but he also knew that they weren’t going to go any further without his expressed consent.
Seeing them like that – so tortured and wanton, but completely subservient to his will calmed him down tremendously and Zuko relaxed, lazily reaching out with one hand to idly stroke the boy’s soft rear.
"Go ahead and take her, Aang… but don’t either of you forget that I am here." He said after a moment. If Katara realized that he didn’t directly answer her question, she gave no indication. Instead, she gave him a brief look of gratitude and relief… and then the boy thrust his hips forward and she yelped softly.
It was sudden....unexpected, but not so painful because she was already well-lubricated, and she thrust her hips up at him, taking all of him in.
"Hn...oh...Aang..." she gasped as they both settled down, her buttocks touching the grass again.
He didn’t start thrusting immediately - he simply savored her presence, her heat, her smell, her voice.
Katara watched as his hands roamed across her body, exploring her face, her neck, her breasts, her stomach, and she nodded as her hands trailed along his back lazily, although this time neither of them would forget Zuko.
They didn't dare. Or really want to…
The Prince watched them with the barest of smirks on his face. Both of them belonged to him, both of them were precious. His father had many concubines and discarded them easily, moving on when he got bored of one of them. But these two were much more. They were his, and they were valuable.
He would never discard them.
Aang pressed his lips to hers, biting her lower lip just so slightly and felt her moan into his mouth as he drew out of her slowly until only his head remained inside of her. Gods above she was stunning, absolutely stunning, and while most of him was thinking about the warm tightness down there part of him registered that she was now sucking on his lip just a bit, and he felt the warm softness of her left breast under his hand.
He was vaguely aware of Zuko’s hand on his buttocks as he slowly continued to pump in and out of Katara, and found that the older boy’s touch almost tingled. His body was one big nerve and he was aware of everything around him; the feel of Katara’s skin under his, the warm, hot sheath that gripped him so very tightly, her hot breath as it ghosted against his cheeks and the soft kisses that rained all over his face, his nose, his cheeks, his chin…
"Katara…" He whimpered… by all the gods, he loved her… but was afraid to say anything of the sort, for fear that it might offend Zuko…
…and that fear was actually exciting in and of itself. Had he been coherent enough to examine that, he would have been shocked at his response.
Occasionally, Aang would have glimpses of his past lives… he knew many of them almost as well as he knew himself. He’d had many lovers, both male and female. But he never had…more than one lover in any life time. This… this was new, and very exciting.
He broke the kiss he was sharing with Katara and turned his head to look at Zuko, who was lying on his side next to them, watching them intently. Aang whimpered, releasing Katara’s soft breast to reach for the older boy on impulse, finding him exotically attractive and wanting to touch him in some way. He didn’t want the older boy to feel left out, not at all, not when he was the one who enabled this…
Katara’s inner muscles clenched him suddenly and he gasped. The sound was abruptly cut off as a large, callused hand cupped his cheek and a pair of warm lips crashed down on his. Zuko kissed him feverishly, even as he continued to plunge into the warm confines of Katara’s compliant body beneath him.
Katara shivered as she saw the kiss they shared, it was so very heated and she couldn’t believe that she was actually getting aroused by two men kissing each other, and here they were, one tall and dark, one lean and light...
"Yes..." Katara whispered, nodding as she clenched herself around the Avatar, nodding although she did nothing to interfere with the kiss.
"Play with each other's tongues?" she asked softly and Aang shivered, wanting to make her happy, wanting to give her whatever she wanted to heighten her experience.
His tongue pressed into Zuko's mouth as his head pulled back just a bit so that their lips no longer connected, and Katara could watch Aang run his tongue along Zuko's lips and teeth
Zuko whimpered from Aang’s kiss. He never thought he’d find a boy as… enticing as a girl, and yet here he was, more aroused then ever.
Aang was taking his time with Katara, drawing out the experience, wanting to savor each and every moment. It was amazing… beyond amazing… and as much as he wanted to thrust, go faster, to drop over that precipice that she had brought him to with her mouth, he never, ever wanted to leave. And so he was a little shaken, not to mention surprised when Zuko softly asked him to pull out of her for a moment.
He turned to the older boy surprised, a hint of fear and concern in his grey eyes – was Zuko going to make him stop? He never, ever wanted to stop! But he relaxed when he saw only… affection in the other boy’s eyes, even the scarred one. Seemingly of its own volition, his hand reached out and gently traced the outline of Zuko’s scar, causing the fire bender to tremble and gasp.
Zuko couldn’t believe that Aang was touching his scar with such reverence. To him, it was a constant reminder of his failure; of displeasing his father, of his loss of honor and most of all, of his former drive to capture this very boy and bring him before his father, knowing that it would very likely result in the Avatar’s death. He shuddered at the thought.
He would never let that happen now.
He wanted to be a part of their lovemaking, wanted to take the boy as his own just as he had taken the water bender, wanted to solidify their bond and knew that he probably could. So he had asked the boy to remove himself briefly so that he could coat himself with the water bender’s essence, knowing that the natural lubrication she could provide would make taking the boy so much easier. He knew his request had confused the two of them, but that’s okay. He intended to make very clear his intentions… and give the both of them the chance to object, for he didn’t want to push anything that they weren’t ready for. They were… too important to him.
He glanced between the two, noting the contrast in the color of their skin, their eyes. The water bender was dark with eyes the brightest shade of blue, a true beauty and the boy was as pale as the snow, yet his eyes were a smoky grey and at the moment they were so dark as to be unreadable.
"Do… do you both trust me?" he asked in a very small voice as he trailed his hand along the curve of Aang’s back and down to his soft buttocks before gently probing at the boy’s entrance, causing him to yelp softly.
Neither of them answered for a moment, but then in unison they nodded silently.
Katara watched as Aang gently stroked Zuko's scar, and her hand reached up to join his. The skin was warm but hard and smooth, and she gently traced one finger along his scarred eyelid. She had noticed how he was not able to fully open it, and she wondered how much he could see through said eye
She shivered as her fingers touched Aang's for a moment and she watched Zuko's face.
He had done nothing so far to hurt her and Aang, even though he could very well have although she wanted Aang to start thrusting into her again. Right now only the head remained in her and she clenched around it, causing the Avatar to shiver and moan out her name.
Zuko looked over to Aang pleadingly, needing him to remove himself for just a moment so that… so that he could do what he needed to do. He saw the look on the Avatar’s face and knew that he was struggling with his request and with his body’s needs… so Zuko leaned in and gently kissed the boy and whispered his request in his ear.
"Please, Aang… let me touch her… for just a moment. I promise… it will be worth it."
Aang whimpered, and with more control over his body that he ever thought possible, he pulled all the way out of Katara and rolled to the side for a moment. Katara let out a disappointed moan and Aang had to bite down on his lip in order to keep himself from going back to her immediately. The gentle pain helped with his restraint, and he turned to look at Zuko with pleading eyes, hoping that whatever he was up to, he’d take care of it quickly.
Zuko rolled on top of Katara and leaned over to kiss her quickly. He plunged himself in and out of her teasingly a few times before withdrawing completely. Then, he rolled back to his side and probed his fingers into her, coating them completely with her natural lubrication and hooking his fingers a little so he could gather a few more drops. He looked briefly at Aang – or more specifically, at Aang’s rear as he did this, and Katara’s eyes widened as she discerned Zuko’s intentions.
When his fingers and cock were sufficiently coated with Katara’s fluids, he motioned for Aang to continue, which the boy was all too happy to oblige; rolling back onto Katara and spearing her in one fluid motion. The feeling of her warm confines around him once again after being denied that warmth almost had him coming right then and there, but by a tremendous amount of self control that he hand never exerted over himself before, he managed to hold back.
Zuko directed Aang to stop again for a moment, and with that he helped Katara to lift her knees to her shoulders, raising Aang’s hips a bit, this would make what was to come easier for them, and he placed a few light kisses on her ankles as Aang watched. She had such cute and small feet, he noted as he pulled away and motioned for the Avatar to continue.
He pumped in and out of her slowly, groaning when he felt Zuko’s slick fingers at his own entrance… it felt strange, but not unpleasant, and he groaned, turning his head to look at the fire bender who was now staring at him with undisguised lust.
Katara had liked watching Zuko and Aang kiss and touch each other and what not but she was not sure if she wanted to see this.
She whimpered softly as she felt him thrust into her again, it had been nice when Zuko had thrust into her too.
Was it possible to do it...in that opening? She had never considered it before, that opening to her as far as she was concerned was for elimination. Of course, it wasn't as if Aang had a warm, moist opening like she did but still…
She could not help but be curious about it, and looked over Aang's shoulder at Zuko, whimpering softly as her jaw and throat came under sudden assault from the Avatar and she nodded in approval as she watched Zuko.
Zuko stared right back at Katara, inviting her to watch and learn.
Aang moaned softly, feeling those fingers gently prod his opening, first it was just one finger, and he shuddered as Zuko pushed it past the ring of muscle gently.
Katara tensed as Aang gave out a soft cry and started to worry for him.
Aang suddenly stilled within her, his face contorted in an expression that she could only interpret as pain and she winced, shooting Zuko a dark look.
"You… you said you wouldn’t hurt him!" she accused, her arms automatically going to wrap around Aang protectively as if she could somehow shield him from the fire bender hovering over the both of them.
Zuko leaned over and kissed her quickly. At the same time, he started to scissor two fingers inside of Aang, causing the boy to let out a small cry.
"I never promised any such thing, Katara. Besides, some pain is good… or did you forget? Just as with your first time, this will feel good for him soon enough, I promise. Didn’t you agree to trust me?"
As he spoke, he sought the boy’s sweet spot with his fingers. He hadn’t ever been with another boy before, but he spent several years at sea with nothing but a bunch of male soldiers who had on occasion entertained themselves with each other and he had heard…stories.
He gently pressed against a soft spot inside the boy and suddenly Aang had pushed so far into Katara that she nearly came. At the same time, the young boy whimpered in ecstasy and cried out Zuko’s name.
Katara blinked, noting his reaction, and nodded slowly. It had been painful for her too, and yes...Aang was now blushing and moaning softly, burying his face in her throat as if he wanted to bite down there and feed from her and gods above, he was now buried in her all the way...it felt so good and she shivered, clenching herself.
Aang could almost not take it. Not only did he have a tight sheath that was clenching around his erection, but now Zuko was pressing something inside of him, something he didn’t even know he had...
Idly he wondered if that was what Katara felt when he touched her nub, but that thought was lost when Zuko pressed down at it gently several times before scissoring him a few times, stretching out his opening, causing him to shudder and cry out, he couldn’t even thrust his hips, not right now.
Katara whispered gentle words and nuzzled Aang, one hand traveling along his back, the other one along his scalp, stroking him in smooth languorous gestures that seemed to help relax him.
Fortunately for the Fire Prince it seemed that Aang had relieved himself not long before, for he seemed empty back there, and he spread his fingers more widely, carefully stretching out Aang's opening some more.
He wondered how the Avatar would feel around him.
He inserted a third finger, spreading him out as wide as the boy could take, appreciating Katara’s efforts in relaxing him, because it was making it easier. He noticed that the boy had completely stilled, and he scissor his fingers a bit more until he had spread Aang enough to where he thought he could safely try to put himself inside of him.
He was so hard it was painful.
He made a guttural, incoherent sound in his throat and whispered a single word; a question, hoping desperately that the Avatar would answer in the affirmative, because he wasn’t sure that he could wait anymore.
"Ready?"
Aang whimpered and nodded, his head buried in the crook of Katara’s neck. He was feeling a mixture of pleasure and pain and surely such intense feelings had to be sinful… and at that moment, he belonged to both the water bender and the fire bender, body and soul. He opened his mouth against Katara’s neck and gently bit down, causing the dark skin to redden slightly and earning him a delicious moan from the girl beneath him.
Katara watched, gently clenching herself around Aang’s erection as Zuko shifted, supporting his weight on one arm over the two of them and with the other, positioned himself at Aang’s entrance. She nuzzled the side of Aang’s face, drawing his attention back to her and caught his lips in a kiss while Zuko slowly pushed into him from behind, spreading his buttocks with his hands.
Aang forcefully bit back a scream. He plunged his tongue into Katara’s mouth and tried to relax as Zuko pushed through the tight ring of muscle. Taking another boy inside his body that way wasn’t something that he had ever given any thought to, but he was determined not to cry out, despite the pain. Still, he couldn’t control the minute shivering of his body, nor the beads of sweat that broke out on his forehead as Zuko continued to push forward, ever so slowly.
Finally, the older boy was completely sheathed within him and his larger, callused hands were at his hips. He broke the kiss he was sharing with Katara and whimpered.
"Zuko… just… stay still for a moment… please." He begged, his voice coming out in soft pants as he tried to relax and adjust to the new burning sensation. Katara clenched her muscles around him repeatedly and stroked the back of his head, and in that moment he loved her more than anything else in the world, knowing that she was trying to put him at ease, doing whatever she could to make him comfortable.
She did everything she could to put him at ease, from kissing to whispering reassuring words to touching him gently. She hated seeing the Avatar in pain and knew Zuko was not intentionally causing it, just as he hadn’t meant to hurt her when he penetrated her for the first time.
Zuko nodded in understanding and remained there for a few moments, his hands gently squeezing the Avatar's lovely and pale rear end, feeling Aang's sphincter clench around him almost like Katara's own muscles would.
After a bit the pain started to subside and Aang found himself in a state of utter bliss. Zuko's cock was pressed against that spot deep within him and he knew that when that cock started thrusting, that spot would be stimulated, and with Katara's slick tunnel all around him he knew he was in for a experience very few if any got to ever experience in their whole lives.
He loved the feel of two pairs of hands on his body and whimpered softly, nodding eagerly before biting the Waterbender's neck again gently.
Katara hissed softly and moaned before one of Aang's hands went up to her hair, running his fingers through the beautiful thick dark locks. Her hair was so thick and soft, he could simply run his fingers through it forever. She looked so stunning with her hair loose.
"Beautiful." Aang whimpered, his voice coming out choked and husky.
He turned his head slightly and found Zuko there, so close, a pained expression on his face as he tried to remain still. The older boy’s hot breath fell on his ear and Aang shuddered. Unknown to him, a fierce blush stained his cheeks as he shifted his pelvis back towards Zuko, bringing the older boy inside him further, brushing against that spot deep inside him, silently giving Zuko the okay to begin.
Zuko was sweating, panting… Aang was so damned tight around his cock, clenching him as tight as Katara had… he was hot, gripping him so intensely it was almost painful and, gods above, Zuko had never seen anything so erotic as the two benders beneath him. When Aang shifted back towards him, he almost cried out right them and there. Unable to help himself, he rocked back, pushing himself further inside the boy, causing him to whimper and push further inside Katara as a result.
And then he began a gentle rocking motion with his hips, taking pleasure in the warm, hot confines of Aang’s tunnel surrounding his cock, just as the boy himself was plunged repeatedly in and out of Katara by the motion. Zuko supported his weight on both of his arms, fearing that if he were to allow himself to drop he would crush the two of them. A muscle in his cheek jerked and he whimpered as Katara reached around Aang’s head to gently brush against his cheek. It was… so, so good.
"Aang...Zuko....you’re....you’re both wonderful." she said gently, nuzzling Aang and stroking the Firebender's cheek. It was as if she was making love to them both at once...Zuko was clearly in charge and with every thrust he pushed Aang into Katara.
She let her hands explore both of their bodies, feeling Zuko's skin so very warm, and Aang, after he looked over at Zuko, returned to tasting her, nuzzling and kissing her.
The Avatar was in bliss, and nothing short of it, and he rocked his hips as Zuko thrust into him and he thrust into Katara, he wanted to stay like this forever. How could anything else matter?
"I....I'm glad I have both of you." Katara whispered softly, looking at them with half-lidded eyes.
"Always," Aang whimpered, as behind him, Zuko increased the speed of his thrusts, hitting that spot inside him time and time again. The pressure inside him was building. He was acutely aware of Zuko inside of him and Katara surrounding him. The pace Zuko was setting was maddening and he moaned, for a moment wondering if it was possible to die from pleasure.
Zuko shivered when he heard Katara’s words… her face was drawn in an expression of rapture and she never looked so beautiful to him. A slight sheen of sweat covered all of them and he was surrounded by the musky smell of sex, alluring and enticing. His body temperature increased a couple of degrees in response to his passion, causing the boy Avatar beneath him to hiss. Zuko leaned down and captured Aang’s earlobe in his teeth, pulling it lightly as he thrust into him. He couldn’t believe how good the boy felt around him. He groaned, thrusting deeper, faster, hitting Aang’s sweet spot continuously, pushing the younger boy deeper into Katara, the three of them unable to speak, breath, lost to their mindless passions…
"I… want to protect you… both of you…" Zuko whimpered hotly, for the first time showing a weakness by admitting his feelings.
Katara whimpered, Zuko’s words falling over her like a caress… she felt so very safe with these two, nothing could touch her, nothing at all… and then their pace increased, she felt herself rocked into utter bliss, Aang’s cock inside of her feeling so, so good… she was sweating, wanting, panting, unable to think, move, all she could do is feel and gods, she couldn’t imagine ever, ever being separated from either Aang or Zuko, they were hers… she wanted… she needed… she loved…
She came. With a loud cry, she came hard -- her nails digging into Aang’s side as her muscles contracted around the boy, her whole world breaking apart in an inaudible snap with the slapping of Aang’s thighs against hers and the sound of Zuko’s grunts in her ears.
Aang groaned softly as he felt her nails in his sides....felt the sudden flash of heat pass along his cock as she came hard, clenching herself around him like a tight vise...he wouldn’t care if that vise held him in her forever, he would be perfectly fine with it...
"Ka...ta...raaaaaaaaaaa..." he moaned into her ear, placing fierce kisses and nuzzles along her face, gripping an arm around her, holding her close, simply wanting to comfort her, keep her close....gods above, he loved her so much...
He himself was close, oh so very close...being sandwiched between them both was wonderful, simply fantastic. He felt Zuko tug at his earlobe with his teeth and whimpered softly, clenching himself around the Prince. He felt Zuko ram into him now, feeling that spot inside of him constantly banged into, yes he was close, so very close...he wanted so badly to come inside the woman that he loved and...
Reality exploded around him as his whole body tensed for a moment and he screamed wordlessly as his cock stiffened almost unbearably for a moment before he issued forth his seed.
The hot pulsing of his cock inside of Katara’s body rendered him speechless. He felt faint, so close to Heaven itself that his spirit soared and the earth underneath them trembled as white hot pleasure racked his body, bleeding him dry. The tattoos on his body began to glow softly; the avatar spirit inside of him responding to his heightened emotional state and his eyes took on a luminescent hue as he gazed in wonder at the expression of rapture on Katara’s face. Absently, he clenched himself around Zuko, feeling the white hot surge of the older boy’s seed as with a loud cry, Zuko released inside him.
Zuko had been holding out on a thread, waiting… he had increased his thrusts until they were a frenzy of movement, of sticky, sweaty limbs and soft skin. And then Katara’s cries pierced his ears, sending tendrils of pleasure throughout each of his limbs, causing him to grunt furiously in an effort to hold on…
At that moment, he glanced at Katara, her face locked into an expression of sheer passion. And then he looked at the boy underneath him as the Avatar came with the water bender’s name on his lips. The image burned into Zuko’s retinas, solidifying itself in his mind as something precious… he had never seen anything quote so erotic.
He could feel the energy off of the boy… it was sizzling his skin, almost burning him, and he buried himself to the hilt just as the boy clenched around him, milking him of his own powerful orgasm. The fire inside him danced; cried out in joy, and yet he was incapable of making any sound except for an inarticulate grunt as his orgasm racked his body, seeming to go on forever… Finally, he could give no more and he arms gave out. He briefly collapsed on top of his two lovers before with the last bit of his energy he rolled himself to the side, trying desperately to regulate his breathing, his heart beating erratically.
"By the gods…"
Aang remained on top of Katara for a bit more, moaning and shuddering, feeling himself float back down to reality as his tattoos started fading back to their blue although his eyes glowed for a few seconds more, and Katara whimpered softly as she looked up at him, feeling tears come from her eyes.
Her nipples were so very hard, and the area between her legs was throbbing madly with her release, and when the Avatar pulled out and rolled over onto her other side the mixed seeds of the Prince and the Avatar dribbled out of her opening.
She was now sandwiched between the two men, and she couldn’t even move. If she died right now, she would die the happiest woman on earth. She almost wished she would die, so she could preserve this moment forever.
She simply lay there, shivering, feeling the hot tears run from her eyes as she stared blankly up at the heavens above, feeling the two bodies that held her in their warmth.
Aang reached out blindly and grabbed Katara’s hand, his body thrumming with the aftershocks of his intense orgasm. His entire world had changed and he never, ever wanted to go back to the way things was before. He felt completely content in a way that he had never felt in this life or any other, and in that rare moment of absolute clarity, the burden of his responsibility seemed almost non-existent… he could handle anything, everything… he could take on the Fire Lord right now and be victorious. He had tasted a little bit of heaven and nothing, nothing else could ever compare.
He looked at Katara, watched her chest rise and fall with her erratic breathing and then over to the fire bender on her other side, who was also breathing rapidly… His heart felt like it was going to burst from sheer… emotion, and he smiled, softly, lovingly at both of them. They were his strength, he decided, and not Zhao, not the Fire Lord, not even the ghosts of his past life would ever separate him from them.
The Prince had never experienced anything like it. He had had a couple of concubines before his banishment, as part of his education, but this...this felt more real to him than anything else. Katara was more real than these pampered concubines; those women had only served him because he was the Prince and his father had commanded it, sure he was handsome back then as well, but altogether it really didn’t matter.
Katara had welcomed him of her own accord, not because he was a Prince or because she was ordered to. She genuinely desired him and had freely shared of herself with him. Nothing could be so real.
And the Avatar? He did the same, even though he had been scared at first. He could just have run away, but he had expressed his desire so wantonly there was no doubt that the Prince was desired by the Avatar as well. To feel wanted and needed by both of them…it was exhilarating although his face remained calm albeit his soft, ragged breathing.
Zuko looked at Aang and his soft, friendly smile. He returned this with a quiet and gentle expression instead of his trademark smirk or scowl before he looked down at Katara, brushing her hair from her face and gently wiping away her tears.
Aang blinked and looked down at Katara’s face, and brought his head down to gently kiss at the tears. Zuko paused then took his hand away, letting the child administer to the Waterbender. He would not admit it, but he enjoyed watching this and would let Aang tend to her before he took them both to the hot spring for a much-needed bath.
Aang whispered gentle, reassuring words to the woman he loved, nuzzling her face and kissing away at those tears terrified that he himself was the cause of these tears and that he had hurt her so very badly. His heart beat erratically as his slightly trembling hand caressed her cheek.
"I love you so much." He whispered into her ear fiercely, kissing along her earlobe and she whimpered and nodded before he continued, albeit a little more loudly for Zuko to hear, "Zuko and me, we’re both here for you. We want you, we need you…" he whispered before his eyes flicked up to meet the Prince’s, and Zuko nodded silently in assent and approval.
Zuko had often thought that his life was over with his banishment, and though he would never admit it – he hardly even admitted it to himself – he had thought on occasion that his failure to capture the Avatar and bring him before his father marked him as weak.
Zuko now knew he was anything but. He had a beautiful, powerful water bender committed to him and now, he even had the most powerful bender alive by his side. And one day, with their help, he would rise up against his tyrant of a father and claim his rightful position as the Fire Lord.
With a contented smile, he glanced over at the two benders that he now considered his. He wasn’t ever going to give them up – either of them. With them, he was strong.
~*~
In the tent, Sokka shivered. His sleep was restless and he was cold. His dreams were filled with images of the prick taunting him with his campfire… every time Sokka would approach the fire to try to warm himself, the fire would die down to mere embers and the prick would laugh at him.
When he woke, he found himself alone and he frowned. Neither Aang nor the prick was in the tent with him. No wonder why it was so damned cold.
He pulled his coat around him and walked out, expecting to see them both sitting by a warm fire – but the fire had long burnt out the night before.
Where could they be? He didn’t want to admit it, but he could use the prick’s help to get another fire started. He hadn’t expected him not to be… well, there, and for a moment, he feared that the Fire Bender had gone against his word and stole off with Aang in the middle of the night.
But then his rational mind kicked in and he disregarded that suspicion. As much as he didn’t trust the bastard, he knew him well enough to know that once he gave his word, he kept it. And besides, with his status as a fugitive, if the prick were to show up in the Fire Nation, they’d just execute him – Avatar or no.
He allowed himself a moment of bliss as he considered that scenario… but was brought back to reality by a gust of cold air that nearly bit at his skin.
Sokka shuddered, wondering once again, where the heck could they be?
After a moment, a deep suspicion set in and he glanced over at Katara’s tent. They wouldn’t be in there with her, would they? Grumbling, he walked over and threw open the flap --
Only to grind his teeth at what he saw. Aang, the prick and Katara were… all huddled together, sleeping peacefully and sharing warmth…
He clenched and unclenched his fists several times as he considered what to do… no doubt it was the prick’s idea to leave Sokka alone and freezing. He thought about waking them up, but the expression on both Katara’s and Aang’s face gave him pause. They looked so peaceful…
With a small sigh, he closed the flap tent and stormed off with a snort. It wasn’t as if he needed the prick anyway. He was perfectly capable of starting a fire by himself.
Sokka swore under his breath as he began to gather kindling from around the campsite. He had decided he’d leave them alone for now, but he’ll be damned if that prick was going to come anywhere near his fire…
~*~
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