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Into the Inferno	By : InkHeart17 Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female > Katara/Zuko Views: 20070 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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----Chapter Four: Cussedness

“You impudent little cur!” he shouted. “I’ve tried to be nice about this. I’ve given you numerous times to consent to my offer, yet you’ve defied me every step of the way and I’ve had enough!”

“Get off of me!” the Waterbender yelled.

Zuko ignored her and continued his tirade, “I’ve wasted too much time trying to convince you to give into me. You never had a choice in this! I tried to make it easier for you, but maybe bumpkins like yourself prefer everything in their lives to be difficult.”

“Shut up!” Katara screeched.

"That kind of disrespect is what shall make this ordeal unpleasant for you,” Zuko growled. “I’m done being gentle. I plan to use you hard and you’ll just have to deal with it.”

“I hate you,” she said darkly.

“Do you think that matters to me?” Zuko said acidly. “I’m not looking for your approval. After I take you tonight, I don’t care what becomes of you.”

Katara shook her head. “You truly are a monster,” she said. “But what else could be expected from the Fire Lord’s son? Spreading war and violence and hatred is in your blood.”

I’ve had enough of that defiance, Zuko thought. What could she possibly presume to know about his life and how he acted as a result?

He put his face next to hers. “Be careful Waterbender,” he said in dangerous whisper. “I admit I have a temper. It would be unwise to provoke me.”

“If I’m being so difficult, why don’t you just let me go?” she pleaded.

“Because I want you,” he replied as he sat up. His legs were starting to ache from keeping Katara’s arms pinned. “I’ve wanted you for a long time now. You think I’m going to waste this opportunity to sate myself?”

“You just want to ruin my life because I’m friends with the Avatar,” Katara spat.

Zuko masked his confusion as he asked, “Ruin your life with sex?”
Her chin jutted out as she rattled off reasons, “Trauma of rape, making me unfit to marry, maybe getting me pregnant!”

Oh. That was always a concern of women. Zuko racked his brain, trying to remember if he or his crew stocked those kinds of herbs on the ship. It was unlikely. The herbs were pricey, women weren’t usually brought on the ship, and if one of his men did have a stash, Zuko had no idea where to look.

The Firebender sighed. I’ll have to pull out, he thought dejectedly. Why didn’t he ever plan ahead for these kinds of things? Uncle always said extemporaneity was one of the Prince’s reining flaws. The teenager mentally kicked himself, hating to know he wouldn’t get to come inside Katara’s warm tunnel but there was nothing else for it. The last thing he needed was to sire a bastard child with a woman of water.

“I won’t get you pregnant,” he said evenly. Katara scowled up at him. “Don’t make that face,” he chided her. “I give you my word. Do you think I want a child right now?”

“Why take the chance?” Katara rebutted. “Just let me go.”

“No,” he said firmly.

Zuko’s legs were practically numb by now. He began to lift himself off of Katara. Before she could properly move, he leaned back down and said, “Remember, I’m a skilled warrior and your own element is not present. I do not advise another ill-conceived escape attempt.” She looked up at him with contempt but kept silent.

Zuko stood and felt the blood rush back to his legs. “Get up,” he commanded. Katara hesitantly rose to her feet. He prepared himself in case she decided to fight or run for the door again. She merely stood before him waiting on his next command, but Zuko knew her well enough to see she was trying to form a plan. It doesn’t matter, he told himself. She can’t overcome me physically.

He reached out and possessively ran his hands over her waist. She tried to move away but Zuko just pulled her closer. He had meant what he said about not being gentle anymore. He now realized he could never make the Waterbender fully agree to be his lover so his resolve right now was to just take what he wanted.

Slipping his hands under the waistband of Katara’s pants, he explored her hips and backside. Why were her undergarments so elaborately wrapped? Katara said nothing as he did this. She now seemed to be trying to escape into her mind, focusing on a plan, as she shut out everything around her. Zuko did not care. If she didn’t want to feel the pleasure he would give her, it was her loss. His pleasure was all that mattered.

He hooked his thumbs on her waistband and pulled it past her hips. Her dark blue pants slid smoothly down her legs and pooled at her ankles. “Step out of them,” he ordered. Katara did so and shivered with exposure. Zuko's eyes traveled along her shapely long legs. He didn’t like that most of her thighs were wrapped with linens, hiding more of the dark skin that was so alluring to him.

The Firebender gestured to the bench by his meditation table. “Sit down,” he told her. Katara shot him an uncertain glance before she walked cautiously past and settled herself on the plush seat. She looked so out of place with the dragon motif behind her.

Zuko kept his eyes on Katara while he tried to unlace his shoulder pads once more. He was pleased that she sat quietly and kept her eyes lowered to the floor. He was quite exhausted of her stubbornness and was relieved to have a break from it as he undressed.

He lifted the armor over his head and dropped it unceremoniously to the floor. Prince Zuko began to unbuckle his chest plate and said to Katara, “Don’t look so sad. I may be rough on you, but I’m not cruel.” His coldness was only brought on by her defiance, and it was not as though he had hurt her. Maybe the fire had been pushing it, but he hadn’t actually burnt her. He had just lost his temper…

“Don’t tell me how to feel,” she said softly. Her tone wasn’t bitter; Katara was just quiet and forlorn. Her docile manner made Zuko wary.

“I do as I please,” he answered.

“Obviously,” Katara sighed. Zuko gave her a questionable look but did not pursue the topic further. So he had taken away her freedom for the night. She was his prisoner and therefore under his control. What difference did it make if she was in a cell or his room? Katara wasn’t going anywhere until the Avatar showed up. If anything he was being kind offering her the pleasure of his company instead of shutting her away in isolation.

He finished with his chest plate, unclasped his wrist guards, and pulled off his grey shirt. The exposure felt nice compared to his stuffy armor. Zuko stood straight and squared his shoulders to show off his physique. He knew what signs to look for in a woman that betrayed her attraction, and he found the same subtleties in Katara’s reaction to his bare chest. Her lips were parted, her nostrils were flared, and her pupils were dilated larger than the dim light should’ve made them.

“Not so terrible, right?” Zuko asked playfully. Katara blinked several times but said nothing. “Well?” he pressed.

She shifted and said shyly, “The lamps are so dim. Perhaps I could appreciate you better with more light.” She looked briefly at the four candles behind her.

Zuko could see no harm in bringing more of his element to the room. He waved his hand and exhaled. The candles ignited. The flames cast shadows, bringing more definition to the shape of Katara’s features and he guessed she saw the same on his figure.

“Now what do you think?” he asked.

The Water Maiden looked him up and down. A soft blush graced her cheeks. “You’re… incredible,” she breathed softly.

He smirked. “Perhaps you’d like to touch greatness,” he said suggestively.

She looked away shyly. “Uh… that’s okay,” she murmured, her blush deepening.

Prince Zuko liked Katara’s innocence. Her sense of modesty was amusing and frustrating at the same time. She was curious but too bashful to explore anything with him. She wouldn’t even touch his naked torso. He wondered how she’d react if he had her touch the reawakened bulge in his pants. Only one way to find out…

He undid his belt and removed the rest of his armor. Katara was looking determinedly at the candles and not at Zuko’s half clothed form. He liked to think that his body aroused her too fiercely and she was furiously trying to deny it. The Prince walked over to the bench and sat down next to his lovely prisoner. She glanced over at him warily. Zuko’s eyes gleamed. He wanted to take her right now, but he also enjoyed teasing her.

He leaned down and took off his boots and socks. He curled his toes, flexing them after their long confinement in pointy-toed shoes. When he straightened up again, he caught Katara eyeing his figure. She looked down immediately, embarrassed she had been caught. “Change your mind about touching me?” Zuko teased. She shook her head quickly. “Maybe you need to see more,” he suggested.

“Um… I … I don’t… um,” she stammered. The Firebender held back a smile. Taking her hand, he guided it to the waistband of his pants.

“You do it,” he said firmly.

“Huh?” Katara squeaked.

Zuko held her gaze with his eyes and said evenly, “Undress me, Katara.”

“Oh,” she said softly. “I… uh…” she stammered again; casting around for an excuse to avoid the task. She gently tried to tug her hand back from him. “I… you… um…”

“Katara,” Zuko cut in harshly. She stopped fidgeting at his sudden change of tone. “I’m not a sadist,” he said coldly, “but I am not a good man either.” Katara’s expression became timid. His malice scared her.

“You may think I’m selfish,” he continued icily, “I am. You may think I’m impatient; I am. And Avatar issues aside, I always have my way.” He squeezed her hand and slid her fingertips under the material of his pants, her nails barely tickling the dark curls above his manhood. “Right now I want you to touch and undress me. Stop playing coy and show some initiative,” he ordered.

Katara whimpered and looked away from his severe expression, back to the candles. Zuko growled with impatience. She still made no advances and her arm had become rigid with resistance. In one swift motion, he pulled the girl into his lap. He cradled the back of her head to keep her from turning away again.

“What will it take to convince you, Katara?” he demanded. “There is nothing wrong about sex!”

“You can’t convince me,” she replied. “I never wanted this.”

“If you don’t want me now, then why are you being so docile?” he rebutted.

A soft sob broke from her before she said sadly, “Because I always get hurt when trying to resist you.”

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AN: Bonus points to you if you recognize where Zuko's "You may think I'm selfish..." quote is from. Or rather what quote it's a nod to since I had to change it for the fandom.
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