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Fuel for the Fire	By : kagato23 Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female > Katara/Zuko Views: 9790 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar the Last Airbender or any of its characters, and I do not make any money from these writings.

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- 1-Fuel for the Fire
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This fic ignores certain disappointing elements with the way the avatar story has been going so far. Since the ending to avatar has been revealed, it can be considered an AU, or fanon, such as it is. Some of us wanted a different ending, and here’s one that tries for some of that!

Fuel for the fire.

And just like that, it was over. The Agni Kai was finished, and with it, the Prince’s sister. It had brought him surprisingly little joy. In the end, it was just as his uncle had said: She was crazy, and needed to be put down. And he had to do it. No satisfaction, no perverse joy in the task. She had to die, he’d killed her, the world was a safer place. That was that. He found himself more tired then anything. Though, he realized groggily, that might have been the blood loss. He’d hoped it was okay to just like down like this. So tired… it’d be good to sleep now. But somebody was busy crying. Why wouldn’t they be quiet? He was trying to sleep…

Sharp pain. He was suddenly very awake, and screaming. The crying was from the waterbending girl, Katara. The pain was from the large burn on his side. The water pressing against it was making a circle of searing pain where before there had been none.

“Stop!” he screamed, for he was in great pain.

“If I stop now! You’ll die! I won’t let you die! I won’t!” she screamed between sobs, and the glowing water intensified. Zuko grit his teeth. It was agonizing, and his head could hold no other thoughts. But he still could note through the pain that it was shrinking. The circle on his side where the pain was so great was becoming smaller and smaller, and soon he was beginning to think again. And remember. His sister’s final, spiteful shot as she fell, never to get up, how it’d caught him unawares in the side. It should have killed him. It would have, except for the girl, no, woman squatting beside him now.

Now he just felt odd. Why was she crying? He was quite sure that he didn’t like seeing her cry. He reached out his hand, and tried to brush away her tears. His hand faltered a bit, he was still very weak. But she reached one hand out, and kept it against her check, the other pressed against the wound now smaller then his fist, then her fist, then no larger than a pai-sho piece, and finally a small ring of pink, sore flesh was all that remained of his sisters hate. The water felt from his side, and now it was her turn to collapse, but he found he had enough strength now to hold her, shivering, against him.

The moon was up now. Full, and high in the sky. Also, they were now inside, in a small bedroom, probably some evacuated merchant’s house. At some point, he’d been moved. “How… how long…?” he had to ask.

She turned her head up to him. “Two hours. You nearly died many times. If the moon hadn’t been full, you would have.”

“The avatar… what about the avatar.”

Katara sighed, a long tired sigh that sounded like Zuko felt. “It’s over. My brother came and told me the news. The phoenix lord is dead, and so far has shown no signs of rising from his ashes.”

Zuko raised an eyebrow “Ashes?.”

Katara shrugged, a motion Zuko found oddly pleasant. “There was a comet in the sky and a lot of firebending. Apparently you taught Aang really well.”

Zuko sighed. “So, it’s finally over… Huh, I guess Uncles Fire Lord now.”

“Definitely. He apparently took out a tenth of the army’s forces on this island himself. He’s a one man army all himself!”

Zuko laughed. “That sounds like him.” Then his expression turned more serious. “Katara, you saved my life just now. I don’t know how to thank you.”

Katara turned to look up at him again. “You probably saved my life at least once tonight. I had to return the favor. Besides, your one of us.”

Zuko looked surprised. “To be honest, I always thought you hated me. I thought-“ he was cut off as Katara pressed her lips to his. He was left speechless.

Katara smiled, blinking up at him. “Well, maybe I changed my mind a bit.”

Zuko still could find no words to say, but decided that kissing her back might be the most appropriate form of expression. Katara rolled over and now she was straddling him, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths, her delicate, life-giving hands roaming his chest, his strong arms pulling on her back.

Zuko pushed Katara’s hair aside so he could kiss her neck, she arced back for him, gasping. She hadn’t expected to kiss him, she certainly hadn’t expected his response, but now that it was happening she knew it was exactly what she wanted. And as she found her thighs were now brushing against something growing within the confines of her pants, she knew exactly how far she was going to take this.

She gently removed Zuko from her neck, bringing her lips to his one more time before pulling away. He made a moan of protest, but halted as she pulled open her robes. She placed his hands on her breats, which he touched nervously and clumsily at first, but quickly became emboldened, squeezing her mounds and pinching the nipples between his fingers. Katara moaned a bit herself as she reached down between her legs and tugged at the strings of his pants. Zuko’s eyes widened. Was she actually going to do that? She deftly got the string undone, and pulled down at his pants.

Freed of its confines, his royal endowment pointed straight upwards, as if to say “you did this.” She found the idea strangely flattering, as she pulled her undergarments to the side. Poised and ready to allow him to enter her, only now did her confidence suddenly falter. It would be her first time, what she was about to do. Was she sure? Would it be any good? For her? For him? Then he put his hands about her waist, and she looked into his eyes, and without any remaining doubt, she plunged down onto him.

It was pain for the first five seconds. She gasped as his manhood made her a woman, and a tear escaped her eye. It was not unnoticed, she realized. He had a look of horror on his face. He’d hurt her. This amazing magical moment and he’d hurt her and this was going to ruin everything and…

She bent down, and pressed his face into her breasts. “Love me Zuko.” She said. It was a combination of plea and order. Whichever part appealed to him, he began moving his hips, and the pain melted away as they rocked to and fro. He took a nipple into his mouth and began suckling, and she began to cry out.

Katara became very curious very fast. She first enjoyed the rocking motions, then adjusted her legs and starting moving up and down, now experiencing the sensation of his moving in and out of her sex instead of around inside it. She rocked back and forth, side to side, adjusted her angle to see how he’d penetrate her in different ways. She concluded finally that his manhood felt amazing no matter how it was moving about inside her.

Zuko, for his part however, needed more now than these gentle motions. Grasping her under her arms, he lifted her up, then down to the floor. She appeared very confused, but crawling between her legs, then quickly plunging himself into her much harder than the previous position allowed, she realized there were all sorts of explorations still left to complete. Then her eyes started to roll back into her head as his thrusts intensified in speed and power, and she stopped thinking about much of anything.

Zuko grunted as he gave Katara her first orgasm from any but herself. Her sex clenched around his own organ, and he found himself about to reach his own satisfaction. And now, having everything he’d wanted from Katara, he raised his hand, and smashed it down hard into her mouth, removing two teeth with the first blow.

Katara didn’t even feel any pain. Just confusion. What? What had just happened? Another thud against her head, as Zuko brought his fist down again, then again, then again. Her jaw make a cracking noise, then snapped. Her left eye popped out of its socket. Her head smashed into the floor, again and again.

Katara’s head spun. She was dizzy, and confused more then anything. It all had happened so fast she'd gone right into shock. Tears streaming from an eye socket no longer filled, She tried to ask a question through her now broken jaw. She looked up, and saw that his fists, both raised over his head, were now encircled in flames. He brought them down one more time, and all she saw was searing white. She was vaguely aware that he was coming inside her, then nothing.

Zuko watched all the flesh burn from her face, groaning as he pumped his seed into her spasming, dying body…

***
“And then you pull out, and finish on the little whore’s chest so that her brother and the avatar have no doubt that somebody fucked her little whore corpse when they find the body.” Mai finished, her fingers plunging into herself furiously as her pleasure escaped in a squirting stream.

Zuko sat on the side of the bed, mouth gaping open. “What. The. Fuck.” It was simply a statement.

Mai shrugged a little, but not so much that she couldn’t continue frigging herself. “You’re the one that thought it’d be interesting to share our fantasies yes? Well, the thought of you fucking and murdering each and every girl that’s so much as thought of being a potential rival to me is what makes me the wettest.” She moaned a little, thinking of the water tribe girls face roasting like a little piggy, and began rubbing her clit.

Zuko shook his head. “Why did I think that was a good idea? Why did I ever share with you that the girl hugged me – just hugged me once for Agni's sake – when I know how jealous you get?!” He threw up his arms, and looked down in self disgust “And why in Agni’s name do I have an erection?”

Mai smiled. “To put in whatever orifice I want it in silly.”

THE END
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