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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
Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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AN: The darkest chapter is here. Reviews are appreciated.

----Chapter Seven: Control

The blue-eyed girl had taken up the third candle and stood ready to strike. Her irises caught the light of the tiny flame and her cerulean eyes danced with determination. Zuko strode toward her slowly but didn’t attack yet. It was her turn for a shock. He exhaled sharply and the candle’s flame roared up in a blaze of heat. Katara screamed and dropped the candle. Its wax spilt uselessly on the floor. The Firebender lunged at her while she was distracted. As his bad luck would have it, he stepped in the fresh puddle of liquid and skidded slightly past her with his momentum. She dodged his flailing arms and snatched up the last candle before running toward the door.

Zuko turned sharply, thoroughly enraged. He pounced at her and was able to grab her arm. Katara swiveled around and pitched the last of her molten “weapon” at him. The Prince caught most of it on his right shoulder but he didn’t flinch. His temper had heated his skin to a degree that he couldn’t feel the burn of the wax. He moved his head to the left as the Waterbender chucked the extinguished candle at his face as a last resort. It flew harmlessly past him and Zuko growled at his prisoner as he heard the wax stick hit the floor. Katara’s tough expression melted away to fear as she realized how angry he had become. She had pushed the last of her luck at his kindness and had nothing left to defend herself with.

He forced her to her knees and grabbed her shoulders in a vice-like grip. Katara clawed his arms as she tried to struggle away from him. Zuko barely felt her fingernails rake his skin. “You bitch!” he screamed into her face. Rarely did he swear; it showed lack of imagination and breeding but now was a special occasion. He was beyond reason, his eyes glinted demonically, his fingers were on the verge of smoking. He shook the Water Maiden furiously and launched into a tirade of swear words and insults but there was nothing bad enough to call her!

Roaring in fury, Zuko snatched her up and pitched her toward his mat. She landed on her stomach with a hard “fump” and the Prince practically tackled her. His fingers smoldered as he ran them across Katara’s bindings, burning through the tightly wound fabric. He ripped off the remnants, exposing her back and he rammed his knee against her spine, pinning her down as he burned off her bottoms as well. Katara was screaming and writhing in protest, frantically trying to salvage her honor. Zuko heard none of it. He was out of his mind with rage.

Once he had her fully exposed, he roughly flipped her over on her back. If he were more rational, he would’ve noticed how shapely Katara’s thighs were and how her nipples were colored dusky cocoa. But Zuko could see nothing. He could only focus on the need to own and punish the young woman before him. To hurt her as she had hurt him. Bringing her over the delicate threshold between pain and pleasure with each thrust of his hips. The Firebender had become the demon this girl accused him of being.

Zuko seized Katara’s thrashing arms and pinned them above her head. He nestled himself between her kicking legs, ready to run her through with his manhood. “You lose, Waterbender!” he snarled. Katara didn’t seem to hear him. Her face was screwed up in concentration. She was concentrating on anything but what he was about to do to her. Zuko snorted at her futile attempts to shut him out. The feelings he would soon inflict on her would be impossible to ignore. He positioned himself more surely and brought his hips forward to pierce Katara’s maidenhead.

His body halted mid-thrust. Zuko tried to move himself one way or another but found he couldn’t. What in Agni’s name? The Prince tried to move other parts of his body and found he was frozen up all over. How did this happen? Zuko’s eyes darted to Katara. Her brow was beaded in sweat and her eyes were shut tight. Her whole body was tense as she braced herself for when he would claim her. Only her hands remained unclenched, palms facing the ceiling and the fingers stretched rigidly. Zuko wanted to yell at her for withdrawing from him or ask her if she was incapable of movement too, but his mouth seemed to be clamped shut.

The stillness caused Katara to venture a peek at Zuko. Her eyes opened fully when she saw confusion instead of anger on his face. Her right hand twitched slightly to test his grip. Zuko gasped as his left arm jerked sharply. What? The Firebender tried to rationalize the situation frantically. Katara seemed confused too. When she saw he wasn’t reinforcing his grip on her arms, she moved her hands a little more, twisting her wrists. Zuko’s whole body convulsed and his stomach did a flip. His arms and legs straightened suddenly, bringing him sprawling against his prisoner. They both exclaimed a soft “Oof” from the impact. The teenage boy had no time to enjoy being pressed flush against her naked form; now that Katara’s arms were free, she swung them downward to push him off of her. It wasn’t necessary. The full motion of her arms caused Zuko to shoot backward and tumble off the mat, across the floor. Katara looked stunned.

Zuko found he still couldn’t move, but his mind was working things out. There was a slight tugging within his body whenever Katara moved her hands and those motions caused him to move when he otherwise could not. This girl was a Waterbender. A novice, but anyone could be pushed to their full abilities under stress. Somehow her stress had caused her to harness the nearest source of water, which unfortunately for him, was his own bodily fluid. There was much water to be found in the human body too. The veins filled with blood, the stomach with natural acid, fluid inside the ears, the moisture in the eyeballs and skin, the mucus in the throat, the mouth’s saliva, the bladder, even the slimy brain were all under her control now. Zuko’s arousal had vanished to be replaced by panic. Did Katara even know what she was capable of? She could inadvertently kill him by bursting a blood vessel with a twitch of her fingers.

Katara seemed to be slowly figuring things out too. She crawled toward him timidly but stopped short of his grasp if he turned out to be faking paralysis. She flicked her wrist experimentally and Zuko’s back arched off the floor. Oh Gods, the Firebender thought as the fluid shot up his spine. She wasn’t seriously contemplating torturing him was she? To destroy him a piece at a time? If she was, he wouldn’t plead with her. No matter how much she manipulated his body, he wouldn’t beg to be spared. He’d hold on to his last shred of dignity, which wouldn’t be much if the crew found his corpse sprawled naked on the floor.

The Waterbender curved her fingers in an intangible “grip” on his whole being. She hesitantly raised her arms. Zuko felt no rushing fluids this time but his body started to lift from the floor. He wished he could turn his head to breathe some fire at her. Katara stood and shifted her weight some to upright Zuko’s floating body. He glared at her. She shot him a cold smirk, her eyes glinting mischievously and that look scared Zuko. It froze him right down to his fiery core. He had done so many terrible things to her tonight and she was going to make sure he paid for it.

He barely registered that both of them were still naked. Katara’s eyes were rapturous enough to keep his attention off her body and he had never been modest himself. Although… being beaten up in the nude was something he’d never imagined could happen to him. Katara didn’t seem aware of her state of nakedness either. Her modesty was completely abandoned in favor of a fight. She drew her right arm back; Zuko’s left arm followed it. He watched his fingers curl into a fist as she wiggled her own digits. Her arm shot forward and Zuko’s shot back at his face. His nose exploded with pain and Zuko dimly realized he had punched himself, hard. Katara chuckled at her own genius.

Zuko wanted to scream. His body hung limp in the air, held by invisible strings, waiting for Katara’s next attempt at manipulation. The Prince now knew exactly how a hapless marionette felt in those childish puppet shows he’d seen. How unfortunate to have the strings of your life under the control of others!

Katara swung her arms and he was flung face first against the wall. A pity he couldn’t just crumple to the floor. He was jerked back only to be rammed into the same wall again. And again. Zuko was developing quite the headache as his skull contacted the hard metal repeatedly. The rest of his body didn’t feel much better. Katara’s wrist made small circles and he felt his stomach churn. Oh Agni, the shame he’d feel if she made him throw up. Princes do not vomit! Another horrible thought flashed in his mind. Wetting himself would be even worse than vomiting! Zuko desperately hoped Katara wouldn’t take it that far.

The slamming stopped and he worried that Katara was ready to get more creative in this torture session. He shut his eyes and tried to remain calm. Her voice echoed in his throbbing ears as she asked coldly, “Had enough yet?” He heard her light footsteps and felt her presence move directly behind him. She spoke again, her voice angry but at the same time breaking with sadness, “Have you felt enough pain to know what you put me through tonight? The worry, shame, and panic that I would be dishonored by the son of the man responsible for my mother’s death!”

Zuko flinched inside. Of course it was always easier to blame your enemy for all your misfortunes, even events that happened long before you met each other. He himself blamed the Avatar for his banishment. The punishment for speaking out would’ve been lighter if his father did not so desperately need the long lost Avatar. Zuko could’ve continued living in the Fire Nation. Perhaps in disgrace, but at least he would not have been banished on a fool’s errand. Now Katara was lashing out at him with the pain of her loss. He was almost sure to die from the combination of Katara’s grief and anger directed at him.

His nose tingled before he felt blood break through and trickle slowly from his nostrils. Another demonstration of Katara’s contained fury. He was glad she hadn’t decided to abandon control of her anger and let loose on his body. At least he could still process every new pain instead of it being a whorl of agony. Prince Zuko wanted to lick the blood now running over his lips but his mouth still wouldn’t open. Suddenly he was being jerked again and he opened his eyes to find himself flying toward the pile of his discarded armor. He landed with a crash and felt the edge of his chest plate slice his left arm before he lay still in the heap.

“Who’s in control now?” Katara yelled. The phrase stirred Zuko’s memory and he was reminded of a day with his sister long ago. It was after Mother had left. Azula had been angry he has asserted control of her game of Pirates and her two other “crew members.” She tied him up later and had him walk the plank into one of the palace fountains, among other things. Well, Katara’s rage was far from being a game and Zuko shuddered as he contemplated his fate. Who knew water could get so hot?

The Waterbender drew him up from the pile of armor and he was flung at his dragon decoration. His back connected with the raised moldings of metal and Zuko broke the hold on his jaw to give his first cry of pain. “So you can be hurt” she sneered. “Well try this!”

Zuko was launched upward before he hurtled back down. His head caught the corner of his meditation table before he hit the floor and blackness crept into the corners of his vision. There was the taste of metal in his mouth. He heard Katara say softly, “You lose, Firebender,” before darkness took him completely.

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AN: I realize that Katara would probably be doing more unintentional damage with her body waterbending than I've written for this kind of situation but I couldn't very well have Zuko horribly mangled by the end of the story so let's just assume she knew what she was doing...
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