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Warmth	By : Spleef Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 39622 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- 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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Disclaimer..ATLA does not belong to WhirleeQ or Spleef, it unfortunately belongs to these Nickelodeon bastards...
WhirleeQ: This story was brought to you by the letters P and Q and by two hentai authors. (Incidentally, one of us is a Zutara shipper and the other one a Kataang shipper -- see, we can work together, so pffffft and nyah nyah nyah to you nay sayers without open minds). It began over a plot bunny and a lovely peice of accompanying fan art developed by the wonderfully creative Spleef (email her to see the piccie, it's totally droolworthy), and out of the idea that it isn't fair to have to make Katara choose when she can have both -- and, hey, let's throw some Yaoi in there while we are at it because the thought of Zuko and Aang just makes us hot.... the whole thing was written over AIM over the course of four days, and often into the long hours of the night. I have to say it is the most... uh... descriptive thing I think our combined hentai minds can come up with, but who knows? Maybe we'll eventually write something else just for the shock value -- cheers ;-) whirleeQ
Spleef: Well, I have no idea what else to say, since whirleeQ covered it all pretty much. All I can say is that I had a TOTAL blast with this working with her, we both really challenged/pushed ourselves and eachother with this fic and we’re rather proud of ourselves. I came up with the plot bunny for this and while we were talking about ATLA, our fics and stuff, I brought this up and somehow it turned into this. Yes, I drew a picture for this fic, email me at regina_noctem@yahoo.com to see it.
This is for Zutara fans. This is for Kataang fans. This is for Yaoi fans. There’s something for everyone! Men, have your hand lotion/cream and/or a sock ready, ladies, have your vibrators ready (preferably a plug in one instead of a battery-operated one since you’ll need it for a long time) and make sure you’re sitting on a towel! This is an SMUT/PWP-oriented fic, not a plot-oriented one like ‘Absolute Power’ or ‘Hot Water’. You won’t have to wait for the naughty part! Let’s get it on!
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The campfire that his three companions were huddled next to had died down to mere embers.
Prince Zuko sat against the trunk of a nearby tree, his hands folded behind him, cushioning his head from the rough bark. He watched as the idiot, the water bender and the Avatar scooted closer to the fire, each of them shivering slightly from the cold night as they sought the rapidly dwindling warmth emanating from the coals.
‘It is good to be a fire bender,’ He thought to himself – not for the first time – as he did not need to rely on the primitive methods that his companions were forced to resort to for warmth. Peripherally, he noticed the idiot scowling at him and he smirked, finding the younger boy’s discomfort amusing.
The idiot continued to scowl at him and Zuko made a great show of shrugging off his jacket, leaving his arms bare, before putting them back behind his head. The gesture was done intentionally to provoke the idiot, and it worked.
"You… you’re a real prick, do you know that?" Sokka grumbled, getting to his feet at once to glare at the fire bender.
Zuko’s one eyebrow rose just slightly as he turned to the water tribe peasant with a crafted and perfected look of boredom.
"I beg your pardon?"
This only seemed to piss Sokka off further, and he growled.
"You. Are. A. Prick. It would take no effort from you at all to keep the fire going so that the rest of us can enjoy it, but no. You’re warm and comfortable, so you could care less about the rest of us. You are such a—"
During the boy’s speech, Zuko found himself getting more and more agitated, despite his unwillingness to let the boy provoke him. Why must he surround himself with these idiots? If Zhao hadn’t somehow discovered his identity as the ‘Blue Spirit’, he’d still be comfortably aboard his uncle’s vessel, searching for the Avatar. Not trailing around with said Avatar and his two companions. It really grated him that they were his only chance of ever seeing the inside of the fire nation again. Especially, since he had to put up with that idiot of a peasant –
"-- conceited, pompous, holier than thou –"
Zuko hadn’t realized that he had jumped to his feet until Katara’s soft voice cut through her brother’s steady stream of insults.
"Sokka! Enough, okay? Leave Zuko alone."
He turned to her and his eyes softened. Katara was the one person who made traveling with the Avatar worthwhile.
And boy, did she make it worthwhile. Briefly, he thought of their encounter a few nights ago… it had started with an argument that quickly turned into passion and towards the end, it had been… tender. Zuko felt himself flush at the memory.
Perhaps he could put up with the idiot… for a while, anyway. Ignoring the idiot was the least he could do, if it meant more opportunities to have the idiot’s lovely sister pressed flush against him… naked.
He turned and offered Katara a heated look, reveling in the dark flush that immediately covered her face. Even by the waning light of the dying embers, he could see the faint rosy tint to her cheeks. He smirked as she averted her eyes from him and turned her head to the side in an attempt to hide her all too telling blush from her brother.
However, it was not necessary, since Sokka was too upset by her taking the ‘prick’s’ side to even look at her.
"Katara – I can’t believe – why the hell are you defending the prick? – oh fuck, it. I’m going to bed. And I’m using the tarp as a blanket, too!"
And with one last glare at Zuko, Sokka stormed off towards the other side of camp, grabbed the tarp, shot Katara a last, spiteful look, and then entered his tent.
Meanwhile, Zuko hadn’t taken his eyes off of Katara. He was peripherally aware that the young Avatar was watching their non-verbal interactions curiously, but he really didn’t care.
Katara’s flush had traveled down her neck and disappeared beneath her clothing. It was so intense, that she finally had to excuse herself, mumbling something under her breath about needing a bath, just to get away from his stare.
But at least she wasn’t concerned about the cold anymore. The heat from Zuko’s gaze had been scalding.
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It felt so good to soak into a hot spring, and the find had been indeed fortuitous. The water was just below her chin, and the heat was intoxicating.
Her hands slid across her body, washing herself, as she closed her eyes, sinking into the water just a bit more... The heat made her think of fire...which made her think of a certain Prince... She blushed a little, a hand sliding between her legs, remembering the sensations he had put her through. She dunked her head under the water for a moment, wetting her hair, before surfacing again and she opened her eyes, gasping softly when she saw the Fire Prince’s clothing bundled near hers in a neat pile.
Zuko couldn’t help but follow her to the spring. After he had watched her shivering by the camp fire, his mind began supplying him with enticing images on how he could help… warm her up.
And then she had blushed so enticingly and avoided his gaze, which only served to arouse him further.
When she had excused herself to bathe, he had to turn his head in order to hide the small smile that played across his face from the Avatar, who had been watching their non verbal interactions rather intensely.
He had waited a few minutes and then excused himself, not caring whether the younger boy knew where he was going or not. The thought of Katara’s beautiful, naked body surrounded by her own natural element was too strong of a visual for him to deny.
It had only been two days since he had first seduced her. She had been so soft, innocent and alluring. She had been like clay beneath his hands, and he had molded her from a girl into a woman. Her soft cries of passion still echoed in his ears.
He stood transfixed while he watched her, hidden behind the canopy of the trees, his golden eyes narrowed in desire. She was beautiful; the beaded droplets of water glistened off of her dark skin like little crystals, enhancing her natural beauty. He remembered how good that skin felt beneath his hands.
She began to touch herself and suddenly watching her wasn’t enough. Quickly and quietly, so as not to alert her to his presence, he undressed. When he saw her dip her head underneath the water, he entered the spring behind her and wrapped his strong arms around her supple waist.
"Do you need any help, Katara?" he whispered into her ear, reveling in her gasp and appreciating the light rosy flush that suddenly graced her beautiful, dark skin.
She gasped softly and pulled away from him in surprise, ready to climb out of the spring. This had been something most unexpected and she was most definitely feeling very shy and intimidated. He had a presence about him that unnerved her...powerful, alluring, commanding...
The steam curled around his naked chest and arms and she held back a shiver, finally tearing her eyes away and looking over at the trees, feeling a definite tingle between her legs, wondering why she had even let him have her in the first place...
"I must ask that you honor a lady and give her her privacy, please. You have to wait your turn just like the others." She protested
Zuko smirked, not at all surprised by the water bender’s response. She had played the demure innocent the other night as well, even though there had been many occasions that he had caught her admiring his body when she thought he wasn’t looking. She had done that often since he had been forced to join their group, much to his delight and the Avatar’s dismay.
Katara being a beautiful, powerful water bender in her own right was enough for him to reciprocate the interest. That her obvious attraction to him bothered the young boy who was directly responsible for his new status as fugitive just made her seduction all the more sweet.
Aang… any edge that he could get over the boy, he reveled in. He knew it was somewhat immature, but he didn’t care. The fact of the matter was that he had failed in bringing the Avatar to his father, and now he would never get the chance… meaning that the boy who had been his obsession since the day of his banishment… had bested him.
Even now that they were supposedly on the same side, he felt… competitive with him. It was a little disconcerting how the young Avatar was in his thoughts more than not.
Zuko really didn’t want to look too deep into his motivations concerning the Avatar. He wasn’t entirely sure he’d be all that comfortable with what he’d find…
He shook his head clear of the thoughts regarding the young Avatar and turned his attention back to Katara. Zuko refused to release his grip on the girl, who was now panting somewhat heavily and looking as if she’d very much like to run. Instead, he turned her around in his arms so that his chest was pressed up against her back. He pushed her braid off to one side and nibbled on her neck.
"I am not a patient man." Zuko whispered against her neck, one hand traveling upwards to gently cup her breast, causing her to gasp, "And I say my turn is now."
"Get out." she said, trying to maintain her tone, trying her best to keep herself from sounding afraid or panicked, "Just because you are a Prince does not mean you can order me around. If you have any honor you will give me my privacy." She said, desperately trying to sound stern as she felt her heart pound in her chest
She tried to push his arms away, pulling forward at the same time with very little success. She was getting more and more nervous. To her he was as enticing as a flame was to a moth, and many a time she would find herself slipping furtive glances at him, admiring the color of his eyes, the regal sharpness of his features, even his scar. And she feared that one day she would be engulfed like the unfortunate moth.
Her resistance was turning him on. He always envisioned himself a hunter, and right now, she was his prey. His heart was racing almost as fast as hers, and he could barely listen to her half-hearted protests with her struggling in his arms so enticingly. Their bodies were half hidden by the warm water of the spring, and as a result, all of Katara’s wiggling had unintentionally brought the soft curve of her rear in direct contact with his erection. With a gasp, he ground into her and his breath was heated as he trailed kisses along the soft skin of her neck and collarbone. The hand that was massaging her breast lowered to trace light circles above her naval.
"This has nothing to do with my honor, Katara." he whispered before trailing his hand lower, under the water’s surface to find the source of the water bender’s own heat, "Do you really want me to stop?"
Katara's breath came out in slow, ragged gasps as his fingers found her heat and started to gently massage it, bringing forth a muffled cry as she tried to pull away again.
Part of her was screaming at her to elbow him in the stomach or something more drastic than a half hearted struggle and the other part of her told her to give in to him, to experience again the intense pleasure that he had already shared with her before.
Under the cover of water, Zuko lightly pinched the bundle of nerves between Katara’s legs and rolled the delicate nub in between his fingers, eliciting a loud and earthy moan from the water bender. His free hand circled around her to grasp her neglected breast. Gently, he pebbled her rosy nipple into a point with his fingers. For a moment he considered turning her around to take the soft, perky flesh in his mouth, but disregarded that thought, finding it strangely erotic holding her against him from behind. Under the water, he nestled his own arousal between the plushy cheeks of her rear and gently rocked against her, enjoying the feel of her.
"Do you want me to stop?" He asked once again against her ear, the words coming out deep and husky. Peripherally, he noticed a pair of wide grey eyes staring out from the darkness of the woods at the two of them and against Katara’s neck, Zuko smirked.
The knowledge that the Avatar was watching them made him even harder, and he nearly growled as he rocked his erection against Katara. Zuko slipped a long finger into her heat while his thumb began a circling motion around her sensitive nub.
"Hn...uh...no..." Katara whimpered softly, rocking her hips just ever so slightly against his erection, a beautiful blush on her cheeks as her chest and womanhood were expertly manipulated under his hands
"Please....more...yes..." She whimpered, hoping he would put his manhood in her again, it has felt SO good when he had put it in her, it had been like fire between her legs and though she was afraid to admit it she longed for that sensation.
She was unaware of the performance she was putting on for the unsuspecting Avatar, and moaned out the Prince's name as she felt herself nearing climax.
He knew that the boy was watching them, transfixed and unable to move. The play of emotions in those grey eyes was almost as arousing as the soft whimpers and moans that the water bender was gracing him with. He watched as fury, anger, desire, lust, disbelief, hate, and love cycled through those expressive eyes as they remained focused purely on Katara while Zuko continued to pleasure her, working two fingers in and out of her.
His name fell from her lips in a whimper, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted her to scream his name, and he wanted Aang to hear it. He curved his fingers inside of her just so and pressed –
"ZUKO!"
And the water bender came with a loud cry, her warm passage convulsing around his fingers enticingly, causing him to remember how good it felt around his manhood and he moaned lightly. Katara’s knees gave out and she fell back against him, listless. He shifted his hand from where it had been massaging her breast down to her waist in order to support her and bent over to capture her soft, pliant lips with his own.
She opened her mouth willingly to him, and he eagerly plunged his tongue inside, twining it with hers. She returned the kiss languidly, her eyes fluttering and her breathing still erratic from the lingering sensations of her orgasm.
From the woods, Zuko heard a startled cry and against Katara’s lips, he smirked. For a brief moment, he’d forgotten about their audience. He couldn’t help but snicker and wonder on how after bringing the boy’s crush to a climax right in front of him, it was a simple kiss that caused him to react. Truly, the boy could not possibly be that innocent as to be ignorant of what he had been doing with the water bender. Or perhaps he was that innocent… the boy had been raised by monks, after all.
Katara jerked and turned her head in the direction of the cry, gasping when she saw a pair of grey eyes.
‘Aang…’
A bolt of horror went through her at the startled and hurt look in the boy’s eyes. What did he see? Just how was she going to explain… what he had just witnessed?
‘Oh gods…’
She had half suspected that Aang had a crush on her, but she had brushed it off as circumstantial. She had almost convinced herself that it was a temporary thing, due to his age and the fact that they were traveling together.
But the wide eyed look he was giving her now spoke otherwise. Aang looked as if his whole world had come crashing down around him. He looked betrayed.
Katara moaned softly, trying to pull away from Zuko, wondering if he had been aware of Aang before the boy had cried out like that. It would be just like him, if he was… despite joining their group, he still had this… competitive thing going with Aang.
Katara felt herself blush even more, from a mixture of horror, humiliation and the lingering sensations of her orgasm. She briefly glanced over to Zuko, who was now looking at the Avatar intensely, and she groaned.
How… how could she have allowed this to happen? How could she have let him seduce her?
Again?
It was amazing... what an effect the Prince had on her, how he could so... bend her to his will.
Zuko was locked in an unwavering gaze with the avatar, neither of them willing to look away. He kept his expression carefully blank, not wanting the boy to read him. He was aware of Katara's embarrassment, but at the moment that seemed secondary. After a moment, he released Katara, who immediately sat down in the water in a futile attempt to cover herself from Aang's eyes.
Zuko studied the boy carefully as he considered his options. Aang's wide, innocent eyes were filled with hurt and confusion… but also with… arousal.
Well. That was… unexpected.
Zuko smirked. An idea came to him on how he could… defuse the situation -- an idea that sent a white hot surge of arousal straight to his groin.
He offered a predatory smile towards the young Avatar and beckoned him forward.
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