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When Sparks Fly
By : moviefan
Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female > Katara/Zuko
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(A/N: As promised, here's the next Zutara lemon story. As you can see by the word count, it's shorter than my other ones, but no less steamy. When doing my lemon writing practices, this was a rather interesting scenario that occurred to me. It's more PWP than plot-based like my other ones, but admit it, you're mostly here for the steamy goodness, aren't you. Well, I'm here to deliver, so enjoy. Oh, right, also gotta mention that characters are re-imagined to be of age.)
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"WHEN SPARKS FLY"
Zuko couldn’t believe it. He was in, they actually trusted him. After all the mistakes he’d made, all the horrible things he’d done, especially to the Avatar and his friends in particular, they had decided to accept him into their group, as both an ally and as Aang’s Firebending teacher.
To be fair, he had sort of earned it. He’d turned his back on his family, broken up with his girlfriend, and betrayed his nation, all in order to help the GAang, as Sokka apparently called their little group. Not to mention, he had risked his life to stop Combustion Man, as Sokka also called the assassin, from killing them. True, Zuko had sent the explosion causing assassin after Aang in the first place, but semantics.
He supposed he partly owed this newfound but shaky trust to Toph, as she had vouched for him by letting the others know that he had been sincere when he had initially presented himself to them, and she had continued to back him up even after he had accidentally burned her feet when she startled him; though he had saved their lives by that point. And her judgement had a lot of credibility since being born blind had apparently made her extra sensitive to her surroundings, and she had adapted to use her Earthbending to pick up even the smallest of vibrations to “see”, including being able to detect whether a person was telling the truth or not, like she was some kind of lie detector.
So, yes, that had definitely worked in his favor. As had Appa’s affection for him, as he had been the one to set the flying bison free from his imprisonment. And with the Avatar’s pet liking him, Toph backing him up and confirming his sincerity, and him risking his life to stop Combustion Man, he had managed to gain the GAang’s trust, at least on a temporary probationary period it seemed.
A sigh escaped him. He had made so many mistakes in his life, done so many things wrong, allowed his father and sister to dictate his destiny, but he now had clarity and felt like he was finally on the right track. No, he knew he was. His eyes were finally opened. He saw the evils the Fire Nation, and especially his family, had done, and he was no longer fooled by the propaganda he had been fed since his childhood. Now he was finally on the right side, and he would do everything in his power to see this war come to an end and to bring forth peace. And helping the Avatar to learn Firebending, that was a start.
As the newest member of the group, he was given his own room. It was only temporary, he knew that, as the GAang was always on the move, but for the time being, this was the one he had been assigned to. It was a small, modest space with a simple bed, a far luxury from his room at the Fire palace, but it would do; they’d most likely be sleeping in sleeping bags under the stars anyway. And so, he began unpacking his things, as few of them as there were.
One of those things was a picture of his uncle, and he paused to stare at it. He still couldn’t believe the way he had treated him. All his uncle had ever tried to do was help him, and not only had Zuko not appreciated it, but he’d betrayed him and let him be thrown in the Fire palace’s dungeon.
As he stared at his uncle’s picture, a memory suddenly surfaced back to when he had first started his journey to find the Avatar. His uncle had been with him back then too, since the very beginning in fact, giving him guidance and providing him with wise, sage advice. Zuko hadn’t listened back then though. He’d been too stubborn, too angry, too narrow-minded, casting aside what his uncle had said about finding his own destiny.
He wished he had listened back then. Maybe then he wouldn’t have made so any mistakes, maybe then he would have found his true destiny much sooner. And while Zuko knew he couldn’t change the past, he could do his best to right the wrongs he had committed and try and change this world for the better, and that’s exactly what he planned to do. And one of those wrongs would be to apologize to his uncle when he saw him again. Actually, he had a lot of apologizing to do now that he thought about it.
As he continued to contemplate, he suddenly got the feeling of being watched. Glancing at the door, he saw Katara leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face as she glared at him coldly. Zuko sensed right away that she had some words for him, and he stood up from where he was sitting on the bed and turned to her, giving her his full attention.
The tension was thick in the air. He could almost feel the waves of hostility coming off the Waterbender and flowing over him. She didn’t like that he was here, knew that, but she was also angry, very angry. It wasn’t a normal kind of anger though, more of a cold fury, as if she had been carrying it around with her for a good while, and rather than unleashing it, she was holding onto it, letting it fester, and now he was sensing it in full as she directed it at him.
He knew that Katara was a kind and nurturing person, but right now, she was coming across as rather intimidating. And with her hair down the way it was rather in her traditional braid, it just gave her an even greater presence. It was strange how such a small detail could have such an impact, but it certainly made her seem so much more wild, fierce, untamed. That only made her intimidation all the more intense.
Truthfully, he couldn’t blame her for her anger though. She had every right to be mad at him after he had betrayed her. What had transpired between them back in the crystal caves of Ba Sing Se, he was ashamed. Not only had they opened up and bonded with each other, forming what he felt was a real and genuine connection, but she had extended a hand of trust and friendship towards him, even offering to use her special Spirit Oasis water to try and heal his scar, despite having no idea if it would even work, thus potentially wasting it.
And how did he repay her? By listening to his manipulative, sociopath of a sister’s honeyed words, despite knowing that Azula always lied. He had let her draw him in, wanting to believe her so much, and when the decisive moment came, he’d sided with his sister against Katara, engaging her in combat. And as a result, the Avatar had almost died. Had his uncle not stepped in to assist Katara and Aang at the last moment, all hope would have been lost.
So he was ready for whatever scolding he was about to receive for his betrayal from back then. He knew he deserved it, and he would apologize, even beg on his knees for her forgiveness if that’s what it took. He wanted there to be no more ill feelings between them. He knew it may take time for her to forgive him, but he wanted to clear the air. So he would let her have her say and then go from there. He would do whatever it took to show her how sorry he was and to make it up to her.
However, when she opened her mouth, he was not ready for what she did have to say. “You might have everyone else here buying your… transformation,” she said with utter disdain before taking a step into the room, “but you and I both know you’ve struggled with doing the right thing in the past.”
Zuko stared at her as she made her accusation. He couldn’t exactly deny what she said, but before he could say anything in response, she marched further into the room, approaching him with all the hostility of a deadly animal ready to move in for the kill. She continued speaking though as she came right up to him, getting right in his face.
“So let me tell you something right now,” she seethed. “You make one step backwards, one slip-up, give me one reason to think you might hurt Aang, and you won’t have to worry about your destiny anymore, because I’ll make sure your destiny ends right then and there, permanently.”
That seemed to be all that she had to say on the matter, and Zuko could only continue to stare at her blankly. He blinked a couple times as he tried to process her words. Had she… did she just threaten him? And not just threaten him, but threaten to kill him? He had expected anger from her, maybe even hatred, and he had fully expected her to bring up and condone his past misdeeds; he even expected to be scolded like a child for his foolishness. But for her to actually threaten his life?
She meant it too; he could see it. She had his death in her eyes, and was fully prepared to kill him if he betrayed her again. And she wanted him to know it. This wasn’t just a warning, it was a promise, and she wanted him to be fully aware that she was ready to take his life at a moment’s notice.
That was apparently all she had come here to say, as she turned around and began to leave. Zuko stood flabbergasted, but as he watched her departing form, he suddenly grew angry himself. Her being mad or hating him for his past mistakes, that was one thing. A well-deserved scolding for what he had done, he deserved that too. An apology, that he owed in spades. Heck, he’d even swear an oath of loyalty if that was necessary.
A threat though, and a death threat at that, and not one that had been a bluff, that was going too far. He’d run away from a life of privilege and royalty, abandoned his family and girlfriend, cast aside everything he had, even committed treason against his own country just to help the Avatar. There was no longer any going back for him; he was a wanted fugitive now, a traitor to his nation. He’d risked his very life against Combustion Man, very nearly dying in the process, to save Aang and his friends. The human lie detector, Toph, had vouched for how truthful he was being in everything he had said and done. And still it wasn’t enough?
Ok, yes, he had been bad in the past, really bad. He didn’t expect her to forget or forgive that, nor did he expect his good deeds to erase his past mistakes. But she’d just totally and completely written off all he had given up, all he had done to try and set things right, and had threatened his life as if he was still evil to the core and was some lizard-snake in their midst just waiting to strike, not even giving him the benefit of the doubt in the least. That warranted a little frustration from him.
Growing angry, he suddenly went after her. “Hey, hold on!”
Without thinking, he reached out and grabbed her wrist, stopping her. He wasn’t entirely sure what he was going to say, but he intended to set the record straight. She may not like him and she might be wary that he would fall back into his old, bad habits, that was fine. If she wanted to stay on her guard, she could, but he didn’t deserve to be looked at and treated like he was going to slit their throats in their sleep and have her always be ready to end his life at a moment’s notice. He at least deserved some benefit of the doubt after all he sacrificed and the risks he took, at least enough not to be threatened, and he intended to make that clear.
He wanted to earn her trust and prove that he belonged on Team Avatar. That would take time and patience. He could accept that. But she’d just made it clear that she would never accept him, not even give him the chance to prove himself. He’d made mistakes, yes, but he also felt that he had done enough to at least earn that chance.
“Listen,” he demanded.
“Let me go!” she snapped, whirling around to face him and slapping his hand away.
Zuko released her and took a step back. “Just listen!”
She didn’t. Instead, she used her Waterbending to pull a stream of water from her waterskin and flung a water whip at him. His eyes widened at the liquid tentacle coming at him, but he was able to dodge at the last second.
“Hey!” he exclaimed. She lashed out again, and he once again dodged, only to have her try again. “Cut it out!”
She didn’t. Instead, she furiously went on the attack, attempting to strike him. He continued to dodge and maneuver around the water tentacle, which was not easy in such a small space. What more, she was advancing on him, forcing him further back into the room until his back was practically against the wall.
She lashed out again, and this time the tentacle managed to graze his ear. She attacked again, and his foot stumbled in his attempt to dodge. And when she tried again, he lost his patience. Using a Firebending move, he struck her water tentacle, causing it to burst apart in a shower of water and a cloud of steam. His sudden counter caught her off guard, especially at such a close range, and she stumbled back.
Before she could recover to summon more water, he lunged forward and seized both her wrists to prevent her from doing so. “Will you stop it!”
“I said don’t touch me!” she shouted.
Pulling one of her hands free, she struck him, her open palm slapping against Zuko’s cheek. He barely had time to register the stinging sensation before she pulled her other hand free and seized his haori jacket, shoving him back until his back hit the wall. She pinned him up against it, practically snarling at him, and he fully expected for her to slap him again.
“Just listen for a second!” he cried, but could tell right away that she was too angry to listen.
Her blue eyes blazing, she kept hold of his jacket and moved her face closer. For a moment, he thought she was about to head-butt him, but then, to his utter astonishment, he felt her lips slam against his in what was unmistakably a kiss. An angry, hostile, sloppy kiss, but a kiss all the same.
Zuko couldn’t have been more surprised if his sister had actually sincerely done something nice for him. His brain felt fried from utter shock at the fact that Katara was suddenly and unexpectedly kissing him. Had it even been her intension to do so, or had her body just acted on its own in an emotional outburst without her even thinking about it? One was inclined to think the later.
But then Zuko stopped thinking entirely. The moment his shock passed, all the anger and frustration he’d felt towards her from her threat and attack became something else, transforming into a raging inferno of lust and desire. Without even thinking about it, his hands went around her to press against her lower back and he kissed her back, matching her passion with his own.
All thought and reason evaporated, and all Zuko knew was need. He acted on pure instinct, aggressively pulling her against him. She gripped his jacket even tighter and pulled him to her as well until she was almost leaning back as she kissed him even harder. She ended up taking a few steps back as a result, and Zuko moved with her away from the wall.
The kiss ended as abruptly as it began, the two of them breaking apart. Their faces remained close though as they panted from a lack of air. Zuko could still see the fury in her eyes, but there was now a wild passion in them as well, their blue color having darkened with lust. They had only come apart for a few seconds though before her face twisted with even more anger and she kissed him again, even more aggressively.
She pushed him back as she did so, and his back once again slammed against the wall. Zuko barely noticed though as he was once again swept away by her kiss. He suddenly turned them around though and shoved her against the wall. She let out a small grunt against his lips, but didn’t stop kissing him. Her hands went on the move though, releasing her hold on his jacket and began clawing at him instead in a desperate attempt to bring him closer.
He did that himself, pushing up against her and pinning her to the wall with his body. He was rock hard, and he drove himself against her so she could feel what she had done to him. She gasped in response and he immediately took advantage of her open mouth to deepen the kiss. She too responded immediately to his invasion, her tongue meeting his and her arms wrapping around his neck as she continued clawing at him.
As their lips and tongues aggressively moved against each other, Zuko drove himself against her, and she moaned into his mouth. One of her legs came up and wrapped around his calf, allowing him to drive more fully into her core. She groaned each time he did, sliding slightly higher up the wall each time until she was practically on her tiptoes of her remaining foot.
Reaching down, Zuko lifted her up, and she wrapped both her legs around his waist so she was suspended in the air, pinned to the wall by his body. Katara’s own hands continued to aggressively claw at his jacket before coming up to grasp his face, her nails digging deeply into his cheeks. Her kisses became even more aggressive and fervent, as if she were trying to literally attack his lips with her own. Zuko matched her, assaulting her mouth right back as they both took quick intakes of breath when their lips came apart to kiss again.
“Damn you!” she hissed out before sealing her lips to his again. “Damn you!”
Zuko couldn’t ever recall hearing Katara swear before, however mildly. Quite frankly, he thought it was above her and that it was something she would never do. He didn’t give it more than a second thought though, mostly because he wasn’t really thinking at all.
His hands took on minds of their own. With her legs securely wrapped around his waist and him pinning her to the wall, he began exploring her curves, one of them moving to her chest to roughly grab her breast through her top. Katara began emitting moaning groans as she attacked his lips, practically sucking his tongue out of his mouth, and her legs tightened around him even tighter as she began grinding herself against him.
Her nails dug even deeper into the sides of his face, scratching their way up his head until she grasped handfuls of his hair. Her grip on his black locks tightened, painfully so, and she pulled his head back, causing their lips to detach. Katara just scooted farther up the wall so she rose above him and leaned down, mashing their lips together once more.
Her grip on his hair tightened even more, and he actually felt a few strands get ripped from his scalp, and he let out a pained groan. Reaching up, he grabbed her wrists and pulled them off his head, feeling a few more strands get ripped out in the process. He aggressively slammed her hands to the wall, pinning them by her head before assaulting her lips again.
She struggled against his hold, even as she continued to kiss him and grind against his hardness. It was as if even though they were in the middle of a heavy make-out session that they were still fighting. Or perhaps they were now simply fighting in a different way as they both unloaded the emotional baggage they had been carrying around for some time on each other, both of them using the other as an outlet.
Katara continued to fight against his hold on her wrists, sliding her arms up and down the walls and twisting her hands around to scratch against his knuckles and wrists, but Zuko kept a firm grip. She kept kissing him though, and finally bit down hard on his bottom lip, causing him to let out a hiss of pain, and his hold on her wrists loosened enough for her to pull free. She pushed back against the wall and Zuko stumbled back, grasping her bottom to hold her up.
With her hands free, she began tearing at his clothes, nearly ripping his haori jacket open and pulling it down past his shoulders. She then dropped her mouth down to his collar and began pressing open-mouth kisses to his newly exposed skin while grasping the back of his shirt. Zuko breathed heavily as she tasted his skin, and he let out another pained hiss as he felt her teeth nip at him rather hard.
One of his hands came up and grasped a handful of her hair, giving it a hard tug. She let out a gasp as her head was yanked back, and now he was the one attacking her neck. At least he would have if necklace wasn’t in the way, and he licked, nipped, and kissed around it.
Up until this point, her legs had practically been crushing his sides from how tightly they were wrapped around him, but then she suddenly dropped them to stand, but seemingly only to be able to release him so she could pull the strap of her waterskin over her head and let it fall to the floor. Zuko had pulled back as the strap passed between his face and her skin, but before resuming, he reached up and grasped her necklace, practically tearing it from her neck and throwing it down. Somewhere through the lustful fog that had filled his mind, he remembered that it was her mother’s, but at the moment, she paid it no mind as she grabbed handfuls of his top and yanked him towards her.
Their aggressive make-out session resumed, and Katara walked backwards as she pulled him into her until her back hit the wall. As Zuko stumbled after her, he shrugged his arms out of his haori jacket so it bunched around his waist, held up only by his sash belt. Once his arms were free, one of his hands slapped against the wall beside Katara’s head while the other one circled around her waist, his hand pressing against her lower back to pull her against him as she pulled him to her.
Lost in a lustful daze, they proceeded to devour each other’s mouths. Zuko eventually moved away from her lips and down to her neck, where he could now taste the saltiness of her skin without her necklace in the way. Katara let out a breathy moan as he sucked at her pulse point and released his top to reach up and grab hold of her own. She pulled her Tungusic robe open, revealing her white top underneath, giving him access to more of her dark skin. Zuko took full advantage of it, placing kisses all across her dampening skin.
As he proceeded to leave what would surely result in a number of love marks, she grabbed at his top once again and began clawing at it in a blatant attempt to remove it, pulling the bottom free of his sash belt and working it up his torso. As she went about that, his hand on her lower back grabbed her own sash belt and yanked it off, allowing her robe to fall completely open in the front. She paid it no mind as she continued to pull at his top, managing to get it up to his neck and shoulders.
Releasing her, Zuko went about removing the material himself. He also pulled off his own sash, letting his haori jacket fall to the floor. As he did that, Katara shoved her now open robe down and let it join Zuko’s garments on the floor. Then, in one fluid motion, she grasped the bottom of her white top and turned it inside out as she pulled it up over her head and tossed it aside, revealing her breast bindings.
This left both Benders topless, save for Katara’s breast wraps and armbands. She showed no care for her exposure though as she practically threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around him and mashing her lips to his. Zuko’s arms went around her as well as their tongues dueled, and he walked her back into the wall again. Katara’s hands rapidly ran up and down his back, as if trying to touch him everywhere all at once. Then she suddenly spun them around so he was up against the wall.
Pressing her hands against his chest, she pressed him to the wall as she dropped down and began raining kisses all across his chest. Zuko’s hands roughly grasped her head, massaging her scalp as her mouth moved over him. She closed her mouth over one of his nipples, sucking hard at it and circling her tongue around it. Then he let out a small, pained cry as she nipped him hard.
Taking a handful of her hair, he pulled her back up to kiss her again. Cradling the back of her head, he switched their positions so she was against the wall once more. Her arms immediately went around his neck and she curled a leg around his calf, rubbing herself against his hardness through his pants. Zuko grit his teeth as he kept her pinned to the wall as his hands explored her nearly entirely exposed torso.
Only her breast bindings kept their chests apart, and he brought his hand up between them, taking a handful of them from the top to the bottom of her wrappings. A fire briefly ignited in his palm, burning straight through the material, and he gave them a yank, disintegrating what was left in his grasp. Her wrappings fell away, leaving her top completely exposed, and they both groaned into each other’s mouths as their chests pressed together.
Katara was frantic as she clawed at him, trying to pull him even closer as she rubbed her breasts against his chest. Zuko practically slammed her against the wall and thrusted against her clothed core, making her gasp. He did this several more times as her nails dug into his back and her leg wrapped more firmly around him. Zuko reached between them and took hold of her breast, practically crushing it in his grip. Katara tore her mouth from his to let out a cry that was a mix of pain and pleasure, throwing her head back against the wall.
Dropping his own head, he took her beaded nipple into his mouth, sucking at the hardened bud. Katara let out a needy sound and rubbed against his hardness more frantically as Zuko swirled his tongue around her nipple. But then she suddenly dropped her leg from around him and shoved him away from her. Zuko stumbled back, panting heavily as he stared at the Waterbender’s fierce expression. She stared right back, also panting, her face practically feral, almost rabid. Then she let out a cry and launched herself at him, quite literally leaping up at him.
Zuko just barely managed to catch her, grasping and holding her bottom as her arms and legs wrapped around him and she slammed her lips to his. Zuko stumbled back from suddenly being hit with her weight, but managed to remain standing. Once he found his footing though, he walked them over to the bed and dropped them down onto the mattress, her underneath him, where they continued to make-out, Katara’s limbs still wrapped around him.
They made-out for a time, one of Katara’s hands constantly running through Zuko’s hair and the other running up and down his back while Zuko aggressively fondled her breast with one hand while cradling the back of her head with the other. All the while, he continued to drive his hips into hers, her legs locked around his waist. But then her legs tightened around him and she rolled them over so she was on top. She pushed herself into a sitting position, breathing heavily, her eyes blazing and her face hungry. Zuko stared back at her, his own eyes reflecting her desire right back at her.
Her hands suddenly began scrambling at the ties of his pants, and then she was yanking them down, taking his undergarments with them. Zuko assisted her by kicking his shoes off, allowing her to pull his pants down and off before tossing them carelessly behind her. Then she rose up to her knees and began scrambling with the ties of her own pants.
Zuko sat up and reached for her, grabbing at her pants and pulling them down as well. When they reached the point where they could go down no further due to her straddling him, he wrapped his arms around her and flipped them over so he was on top again. Then he grabbed her pants and yanked them down. They got caught on her shoes, but Zuko merely pulled them inside out, pulling them, and her shoes, off in the process. Once he was finished, Katara grabbed her undergarments and lifted her hips up to shove them down her legs and kick them off.
They were both completely bare now, save for Katara’s arm bands, but she paid that no mind, too lost in lust as she sat up and grabbed him, aggressively pulling him down on top of her, and their lips met once more. With no clothes in the way, it was pure skin-on-skin contact, and they moaned into each other’s mouths as they proceeded to devour each other. Katara’s hands were all over the place, freely exploring his body in a passion-filled frenzy, and Zuko did the same to her, wishing he had more hands.
Her legs wrapped around him again, and for the first time, Zuko’s hardness pressed against her unclothed center. He groaned as his length ran through her damp curls, and he felt for the first time just how wet she was. He rubbed his cock against her nether-lips and was astonished to find her absolutely soaked, her slickness coating his length from the mere contact.
He didn’t have long to enjoy it though as Katara once again rolled them over and sat up to straddle him. Her hands rested on his chest as his cock pressed against her crotch, and she panted down at him, almost looking as if she wanted to quite literally devour him. Zuko lay beneath her, staring right back at her, waiting to see what she would do next.
A few moments passed where she almost seemed to be contemplating, but then anger and frustration filled her face and she grabbed hold of his length. Rising up, she moved over him, pointing his erection right at her entrance as she got into position and inserted his head. Then she dopped straight down, completely impaling herself on him, throwing back her head and letting out a pained cry as her pelvis met his.
Zuko let out a cry of his own, his hands clenching into fists as he was fully engulfed by her wet warmth. It had happened so fast, but as she sank down on him, he’d felt his member make contact with something inside her, feeling it give and then break before he bottomed out inside her. What he’d felt though had stunned him to the core, and his brain started somewhat thinking rationally again from the shock of it.
Was Katara… had she been a virgin? That had definitely been her maidenhead he’d just torn through. While he’d slept with other women before, the only other person whose virginity he’d claimed had been Mai’s. But still, he’d recognized the feeling of claiming a woman’s maidenhead. And based on the type of cry she’d let out and the pained look on her face, Katara’s reaction indicated that he had guessed right, and with a quick glance down the length of their bodies, he saw traces of blood from where they were joined, confirming his suspicions. Great Agni, had she really lost such control of herself that she’d given him her virginity in a fit of rage and lust?
His gaze went to her face, where it was still twisted in a pained grimace, her eyes closed and her mouth hanging open as she breathed heavily, seemingly trying to adjust to his invasion. But then as if sensing that he was watching her, her eyes cracked open and she looked down at him. She was sitting on her knees as she straddled him, and for several long moments they just stared at each other, both of them panting. But then Katara’s face became fierce once more and she closed her eyes and lifted her hips.
Her hips rose until he was almost out of her, and then she dropped back down. Zuko grunted and she let out a hiss, a mixture of pleasure and pain flashing across her face. Concern briefly gripped Zuko for any pain she might be feeling, but she clearly didn’t let that stop her. Balancing on his chest, she rose up and then dropped back down again, then repeated the motion, not letting any pain she felt stop her as she slowly gained speed until she was practically bouncing on him.
All thought once again ceased in Zuko’s head as Katara rose and fell on him. He was guided by pure instinct and desire, and the same seemed to be true of her as she bounced on top of him. His hands grabbed hold of her hips and began aiding in her movements as she rose and fell on him, pulling her down onto him when she dropped back down.
Zuko was lost in a world of sensation, and based on the look on Katara’s face, she was no longer feeling anymore pain, or at least it was no longer registering as it was overpowered by something else, something greater. She still looked angry though, and her face twisted in a mixture of rage and pleasure as she rode him. Moans and heavy breathing escaped her, and Zuko voiced his own pleasure in a series of grunts and groans.
As she bounced on him, her breasts flopped about in a way that was almost hypnotic. Zuko’s eyes were drawn to them and, unable to resist, he rose up and wrapped his arms around her. He buried his face into her chest and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking on it fervently. Katara’s arms went around him and her nails dug deeply into his back, making him groan in pain. Somehow though, it only turned him on all the more.
Clamping his teeth over her nipple, he tugged back on it. Katara let out a cry and her nails scratched even deeper into his back as she furiously humped against him. Her back arched so far that she had to hold onto him to keep from falling back. Zuko released her nipple and began dragging his tongue over the swell of her breast, lapping up the beads of sweat running down it. He trailed his tongue up the valley of her breasts, up her neck and to her lips, sealing his mouth over hers. She opened up to him immediately, engaging her tongue with his, and grasped the back of his head to prevent him from breaking the kiss.
She eventually ended the kiss herself though by placing her hands on his shoulders and shoving him back down on the bed. She then began furiously grinding against him, moving her hips forward and back as she kept her pelvis pressed to his. Loud gasps and sounds of pleasure escaped her as her face twisted into something that almost looked tortured.
“Katar–” he began to groan out, but her hand suddenly covered his mouth.
“Don’t,” she hissed out, not even opening her eyes as she continued to ride him, “don’t you say my name.”
She said nothing more as she proceeded to hump against him. Zuko’s hands once again took hold of her hips, his fingers digging in with bruising force. Katara only rode him faster and harder, her head rolling around on her shoulders as she hissed and gasped out her pleasure. She removed her hand from his mouth and returned it to his chest, her nails scratching into his skin, leaving deep, red grooves, but Zuko only wanted more, and pulled her down on him even more, trying to bury himself as deep into her as possible.
“You bastard!” she gasped out through her moans. “I fucking hate you!”
It just barely registered to Zuko’s fog-filled mind that she had just swore, twice, and so extensively as well, but he could barely think straight with the way she was riding him, and quite frankly, wasn’t even sure if he was capable of words. She said nothing more herself though as she continued to ride him, lost in her own lustful, pleasure-filled dazed.
They continued to wildly rock together, completely oblivious to everything beyond the world of ecstasy they were lost in. Katara continued to grow more frantic and more vocal, and Zuko felt her grow wetter as her inner walls seemed to be trying to suck him in even deeper, despite him already pressing against her womb. But then she suddenly cried out loudly, her hands leaving his chest and grabbing hold of her hair. She yanked at her brown locks as her head rapidly turned left and right, her eyes squeezed shut tight, and Zuko felt her bathe his cock with her juices as she came in a rush.
She continued to jerk about on top of him, gasping and sputtering. Zuko reached up and grabbed hold of her, pulling her down on top of him and wrapping his arms around her. He kept still as long as he could before he couldn’t take it anymore and began thrusting up into her. Katara hadn’t even fully finished her orgasm and grasped his shoulders in response, holding on tight. It wasn’t long before she began moving on top of him again, lifting and dropping her hips as he held her to him.
Despite her orgasm, her fire didn’t die down, as she was soon aggressively engaging with him again. She grasped his face and forced her tongue into his mouth, emitting sounds that practically sounding like growling. They broke apart for air and Katara partially rose above him, her hands on either side of his head as she thrusted against him. Keeping his arms wrapped around her, he moved one of his hands down to her lower back, slamming her against him with every thrust.
Zuko wasn’t sure which of them set the action into motion, but suddenly they were rolling over. They were too close to the side of the bed though and ended up rolling right off the side. They landed hard on the ground on their sides, letting out simultaneous grunts, yet they kept going. Zuko ended up on top and continued thrusting into her. Both Katara’s arms and legs wrapped around him, hugging him to her, and she clung to him as their sweaty bodies jerked forward and back on the floor.
Katara let out loud grunts every time his hips slammed into hers as she desperately clawed at his back. Zuko ignored the sting of her nails deeply grazing his back as he pounded away at her. Her legs were locked around his waist in a vice-like grip, and one of her hands grabbed a handful of his hair, directing his lips to hers, and they kissed deeply, their tongues mimicking the actions of their lower bodies.
Katara grunted loudly into Zuko’s mouth, and he swallowed down her sounds. When he needed air, he tore his mouth from hers and pushed himself up on his hands above her, staring down at her as he slammed into her. With her hands locked around his neck, Katara’s hooded eyes cracked open and he looked up at him as he moved over her. He saw anger fill her face again and she suddenly pulled back one of her hands and struck him hard across the face.
Zuko’s eyes widened in surprise from the stinging impact and he stared down at her. This only seemed to make her angrier, and she struck him again, this time hard enough to snap his head to the side. And when he looked back at her, she was scowling at her. Katara’s eyes narrowed and she pushed herself up onto her forearms. Then she struck him again, and then again, and again, her face twisting into an angry snarl.
After yet another strike, when she pulled her hand back to do it yet again, Zuko caught her by the wrist to stop her. She attempted to pull her hand back, but he held on firmly as he rose up to his knees. He then wrapped his other arm around her and lifted her up to him, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her. With her hand free from his hold, she wrapped her arms around him, kissing him furiously.
He remained inside her as he held her lower body to his and rose up to one knee before pushing himself into a standing position, Katara’s limbs still wrapped around him. One of her arms lifted and she began, almost weakly, thumping her fist against his back, even as she clung to him. Zuko barely noticed as he cupped her rear and walked along, slamming her against the wall. She grunted into his mouth and he did it again, pulling back and slamming her into the wall again, thrusting into her at the same time.
He did this repeatedly, slamming his hips into her each time her back hit the wall, swallowing down her grunts that seemed to get louder and louder each time she collided with the wall. Her hands on his back came up and grabbed handfuls of his hair, yanking back on it hard. His lips were torn from hers, and she immediately went for his exposed neck, licking and nipping over its length. She then dragged her tongue over his jugular and up his face, directly over his scar and bad eye to his forehead before attacking his lips again.
Zuko couldn’t take it anymore. Having her lick his scar like that, for some reason it made him even harder. He released her bottom and pushed down on her legs around his waist to make her stand, reluctantly pulling out of her as he did so. He then took hold of her waist and turned her around so she was facing the wall. She kept her lips attached to his for as long as possible until the angle no longer allowed it. Then he pushed her flat up against the wall and pressed himself against her back.
Reaching down, he lifted her leg, propping it up on the bed next to them. Katara turned her head so her cheek was against the wall as she panted heavily, her hands on the wall on either side of her head. Taking hold of himself, Zuko lined himself up with her entrance and pushed back into her from behind. Katara groaned as he slid back onto her, keeping her foot propped up on the bed, and he flattened himself against her, sandwiching her against the wall and pressing his cheek against hers.
He began thrusting into her, and the two of them began panting in unison. Katara’s arms began sliding against the wall, and he placed his hands over hers, interlocking their fingers from behind, and she squeezed them tightly. That did nothing to keep her arms still though as she let out what almost sounded like an angry groan each time he thrusted into her. He did so with such force that she rose up to her tiptoes with every thrust.
Their mutual sounds of pleasure continued to fill the room as they aggressively coupled like a pair of wild animals in heat. Zuko made sure to keep as much of his body in contact with hers as possible, needing to feel her against him. He was no longer so much as thrusting into her as he was aggressively rocking his hips into her. Katara’s voice just seemed to steadily get louder and more dramatic with every thrust, which only encouraged him to go faster and faster.
Suddenly, she cried out, the knee of the leg she was standing on buckling. Had it not been for his body pressing hers against the wall, she would have fallen to the floor. Her propped-up leg came down and she began trembling all over in her climax, her cry coming out in a broken voice.
Breathing heavily, Zuko took a step back, causing him to slip out of her, and she slid down the wall as she curled in on herself. He wiped the sweat from his face as he watched her orgasm cause her to spasm out of control from her kneeling position on the ground.
When she finally stopped shaking and regained enough control of her body, she looked up at him, gasping for breath as she pushed her hair out of her face. He was panting as well as they stared at each other for several long seconds before she let out a scream that almost sounded like a battle cry before she lunged at him, jumping to her feet in the process. She grabbed hold of him and practically began climbing up the length of his body. His arms went around her as she did so, and her own arms circled around his head as she pulled him in for a desperate kiss.
She wrapped one leg and then the other around him, forcing Zuko to reposition his hands to hold her up. He then turned them and they fell onto the bed, her letting out a small oof into his mouth as his weight came down on her. They scrambled further onto the bed, frantically kissing and running their hands over each other all the while, their mouths locked together as they kissed repeatedly.
Once they were fully settled on the bed, Zuko pulled away from her and lifted himself up, looking down the length of their bodies. Katara didn’t hesitate. She reached between them and grabbed hold of his cock, giving it a hard yank as she positioned him. The moment he felt his head press against her slit, he pushed his way back inside. Katara let out a loud moan as he filled her, and he lowered himself on top of her. Her arms and legs immediately coiled around him, and soon he was rutting away into her again with wild abandon.
It was a wild mating with an animalistic frenzy to it, completely uncontrolled, callous even. Zuko furiously thrusted away as she tightly clung to him, her nails shredding his back. If he didn’t know any better, he would have thought that she was trying to hurt him, and he wouldn’t be surprised if she drew blood. He couldn’t stop though, and if anything, the pain just drove him crazier. They were both completely out of control, and Zuko found himself unable to hold back, with no thought as to how rough he as being.
Katara, for her part, was just as frantic as him, taking everything he gave and demanding more as she gave just as good as she got. Her heels were locked together behind him as he roughly pounded into her, her arms squeezing him tightly as her nails dug in deep. Both their faces were buried in each other’s necks, and she practically screamed in his ear as he growled and grunted in hers, both of them almost reduced to wild beasts running on pure, primal instinct.
Zuko was at his limit though. He hadn’t really been in control of himself since this whole thing started, neither of them had been. Pent up emotions and chemistry between them had simply spilled forward into an uncontrolled force of expression and need that neither of them had been able to fight against and was now winding down into one final explosion that they both desperately strove to reach.
Gripping her shoulders, Zuko drove himself into her as hard as he could, feeling the last of his endurance waning. Katara’s limbs constricted around him tighter and tighter, as if she were trying to crush his body in her embrace. She buried her face deeper into the curve of his neck, releasing muffled cries against him. Then her nails went from simply digging into his flesh to practically grabbing handfuls of it as she pulled her face out of the crook of his neck, and with a cry of “La!”, she bit down hard ono his shoulder, her teeth sinking in deep as she came again.
That was all Zuko could take. Lifting his own face out of her neck, he buried himself deep and exploded inside her. He opened his mouth and let out his own cry, and it was accompanied by a stream of fire that erupted from his mouth, scorching the wall as it blasted against it. Her arms and legs tightened around him even more as she practically tore his back open, releasing his shoulder with her teeth to let out a piercing scream.
The two held each other tightly as their bodies shook violently. Zuko was buried as deep as possible inside her, and yet he tried to shove himself in even deeper as her inner walls milked him of every drop he had. Stars danced behind his eyes that gave way to white flashes as he struggled to catch his breath, his heart beating rapidly as the last traces of his seed flowed out of him and into her. He could feel his heart racing just as fast in her own chest pressed against his as she continued twitching beneath him. Her arms were still tightly wrapped around him, but her legs had shot straight up in the air, shaking uncontrollably.
Then Zuko’s strength gave out completely, both from complete satiation and whatever adrenaline rush he had received when Katara had first kissed him coming to an end, and he collapsed on top of her. Katara’s own strength seemed to leave her as well as her legs dropped to the bed and her arms relaxed around him, her nails no longer digging into his flesh. They laid there in a sweaty heap of entangled limbs, both of them breathing heavily.
What. The hell. Was that? That was Zuko’s first rational thought since this whole thing began. Ever since she had suddenly kissed him, his mind had mostly taken a backseat and he had simply… acted. If he had to wager a guess, the same was probably true of Katara as well. She too likely hadn’t been thinking or intended for any of this to happen, but whatever had been building up between them all this time, possibly from the first moment they met, had finally reached a breaking point for them both when they had started to fight, resulting in… whatever this had been.
It had certainly been something though. The most amazing, wild, animalistic sex of his life. Katara had a fierce, fiery, passionate side that matched that of any Firebender, and he’d responded to it when she unleashed it upon him, barely giving a thought to any of his actions as they thoroughly fucked each other’s brains out. He supposed it made sense in a way for this to happen after all the tension and unresolved feelings between them. In a way, it almost felt… cathartic. Perhaps that had even been what this was.
Zuko wasn’t sure how long they laid there like that, but he slowly felt his strength return and partially lifted himself up to look down at her. Katara’s eyes were closed, her sweaty face still flushed as she took long, deep breaths. At his staring though, her eyes cracked open, as if sensing his gaze, and she looked up at him.
What felt like a long time passed as they simply stared at each other. Eventually though, a scowl crossed her face and her expression became hard and cold, very akin to when she had first entered his room and issued her threat. Bringing up a hand, she pushed against his chest in a silent demand for him to get off her. Zuko complied, turning onto his side, his now softened member falling from her body. Without a word, she sat up, turned away from him, and got out of bed. She didn’t so much as look at him as she began gathering up her clothes.
Zuko sighed and sat up as well. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that whatever this whole thing had been had passed. They’d gotten whatever had been between them out of their systems, pouring it all out into each other in a passionate, lustful tryst, and now he was right back to where he had been before, with her not trusting him and her threat hanging over him. He felt that he didn’t have the strength to address that though after what they had done, and so he too got up and began to gather up his clothes.
He couldn’t help but to steal glances at her as he did so. She was an utter mess, and certainly looked like someone who had gotten thoroughly fucked. Her hair had come undone in the back and she had a number of marks decorating her body from his rough treatment. He knew that he must look a sight as well and glanced down at himself, seeing numerous red scratch marks all over his chest, some of them beading with tiny droplets of blood. They stung pretty bad, and his sweat running over them only made it worse. It was nothing compared to the stinging of his back though, making him wonder just how much her nails had shredded it, and the bit mark she had left on his shoulder especially throbbed.
His gaze went back to her, noting her own markings. He’d left a series of love bites on her neck and chest, and he saw a few other small bruises beginning to form on her dark skin in other areas. His eyes traveled lower though to spot the traces of her virgin blood smeared on her inner thigh, and he couldn’t help the feeling of guilt that gripped him.
He had been far too rough with her for her first time, even if she seemed to have thoroughly enjoyed it and hadn’t offered a word of complaint; had almost seemed to want to experience any pain their coupling had caused her. The Fire Nation may not have been anywhere near as reserved as the Water Tribe when it came to sex, but it was still widely believed that a woman’s first time should be special, and she’d gone and thrown hers away in a sporadic, emotional outburst. So yes, he felt bad about taking her first time, even if she had actually been the one to initiate it, and had even been the one to impale herself on him.
It was obvious though that she now wanted to put some distance between them. She didn’t even bother to get fully dressed, she merely slipped on her shirt and pants, then gathered up the rest of her clothes, very clearly intending to take her leave without so much as a word about what had just transpired between them. And while that may have been fine for her, Zuko felt obligated to say something, anything.
“Katara, I–” he began.
Quick as lightning, she turned towards him, making a sweeping motion with her hand. A jet of water shot out of her waterskin and instantly froze into a deadly icicle, pointed directly at Zuko’s neck, effectively silencing him. He stared at the sharp blade of ice as it hovered in front of him, the point just barely grazing his throat. He didn’t so much as breathe as his gaze shifted to Katara.
She was staring at him with a look of fury on her face, her eyes ablaze. “If you ever speak a word of what just happened here, I swear to Tui and La, I’ll kill you. Do you understand?”
Swallowing, he barely managed a nod, the motion causing the icicle to press into his skin. Katara just continued to glare at him furiously for another few seconds before her eyes lowered down to his chest. Motioning with her hand again, and the icicle became a liquid once more, and she splashed him with it, the cold water causing him to flinch as it flowed over his heated skin.
The water began glowing as it quickly moved over his torso before suddenly flying off him and returning to her waterskin. Then, without another word, she turned and stormed straight out of the room without looking back. Zuko, however, could only stare after her, wondering what the semi-washdown had been about. But when he glanced down at his chest, he saw that all the marks she had left on him from their… activities were gone.
Of course, she had used her Waterbending to heal him. She didn’t want anyone to find out about this, so obviously she would get rid of the evidence, not wanting any of the others to see such marks and wonder where they came from. He was glad she had thought that far ahead, otherwise things might have gotten really awkward with the others if they saw them and started asking questions. She would most likely remove whatever marks he had left on her later in the privacy of her own room.
Glancing back at the door she had left, his eyes widened as he realized that she hadn’t opened it when she had left. That meant that they’d gone at it like rabbit-squirrels while the door had been opened the whole time! Spirits, what if one of the others had walked by and saw them, or even simply heard them; Katara had certainly been vocal enough. Hell, her brother would probably kill him for defiling his sister, as the Water Tribe boy would probably see it, even though it had actually been Katara who had initiated the whole thing.
Letting out a sigh, Zuko decided not to think about how badly this whole thing could have ended and just thanked the spirits they’d been lucky not to have gotten caught. He then went about gathering up the rest of his clothes and pulling on his pants before he sat on the bed, contemplating. This day had been… eventful, in a number of ways, none of which he could have predicted. What had just happened between him and Katara, that had been the most unexpected, but he wasn’t foolish enough to think that this had changed anything between them.
She still hated him with a burning passion, that much was obvious. Their little tryst had simply been some primal, animalistic expression of unresolved emotions they’d both been carrying and needed to get out. If he wanted to actually get on Katara’s good side though, he would need to work at it. Them fucking out their feelings wouldn’t solve anything, at least not long-term. How he would go about doing that though, he didn’t have a clue.
Sighing once more, he looked up at the spot on the wall he had scorched. That mark and his sweat-damped mattress were the only visible traces of what had gone on in this room. The latter would take care of itself, but what would he say if one of the others inquired as to why there was a large burn mark on the wall? He’d have to say it was an accident; perhaps that he Firebent in his sleep. Oh, spirits, how was he going to sleep in this bed with the memory of what he and Katara had done in it?
“Hey, Sparky, you got a minute?”
Startled out of his thoughts, Zuko nearly jumped out of his skin as he turned to find Toph standing in the doorway. She was leaning against the doorframe for support to stay off her burned feet; they were still sensitive and needed some more time to heal despite the healing Katara had given them.
For a moment, he panicked at the thought of how he must look after what had happened between him and the Waterbender, not to mention his partial state of undress, but then he remembered that Toph was blind, and he relaxed. Doing his best to keep his voice neutral, he said, “Toph, are you ok? Should you be on your feet right now?”
The Earthbender just lifted a bandaged foot and wiggled her toes. “My feet are healing fine thanks to Katara’s water magic. I just wanted to ask a favor.”
“A favor?” he repeated, but then decided that he owed her one after the way he had burned her, even if it had been an accident after she startled him awake. “Um, sure, I guess, just…” He hesitated a moment, wondering if he should say anything at all, but then decided to play it safe and be sure. “Um, how long have you been…?”
He wasn’t sure how to word it without sounding suspicious. But based on how soon she had announced herself after Katara had stormed out compared to how fast she could move on her burnt feet, he had to find out if she knew what had happened between them or not.
“How long have I been what?” Toph asked. Then her tone became more cheeky. “Been within hearing distance of you and Sugar Queen screwing each other’s brains out?”
Zuko wasn’t sure if he went pale or turned beet red, but he felt his stomach drop out from under him. She knew. Toph knew! After Katara had just told him that he better not let anyone find out what had happened between them. He was so dead. She was going to kill him. Sokka was going to kill him, probably Aang too.
“Don’t worry,” Toph told him. “I won’t tell anyone. After all, we can’t have Snoozle’s murdering the Avatar’s Firebending teacher before he gets a chance to learn it.”
“Oh…” Zuko muttered, still feeling as if his stomach had dropped from beneath him. “Um, good…”
Toph rolled her eyes, looking bored. “That’s actually related to the favor I wanted to ask though. You know that I use Earthbending to sense vibrations, right? Well, even with my feet burned like this, I was still able to detect everything the two of you were doing in here. And I do mean everything.”
Once again, Zuko felt a mixture of himself blushing and the color draining from his face. She had been able to pick up on that? Meaning she had gotten a seismic image of what they had been doing? That was… mortifying to say the least.
“You… were… able to…?” he asked quietly, unable to finish.
“Yeah, I was. Like, everything,” she said, rather nonchalantly. “And that’s what I wanted to talk to you about. Personally, I don’t care what the two of you do together, just do me a favor. The next time the two of you decide to practice baby-making, do it far enough away so I can’t sense it. I’d also advise closing the door too.”
Zuko was speechless. He had absolutely no idea how to respond to this, and so ended up saying the first thing that came to mind. “I… Um… Ok…”
She gave him a smile. “I appreciate it. Have a good night, Sparky.”
Then she began to shuffle back the way she came. Zuko would have offered to help her back to her room, but based on what Toph had just revealed that she knew, it didn’t exactly seem appropriate. But one thing was for sure though, he would most definitely make sure there was more distance between them the next time he and Katara…
Suddenly, the Earthbender’s words fully registered to him. “Wait, next time?”
Toph didn’t even bother to turn around. “Yeah, next time, that’s what I said. Hate sex is a thing, you know, and it felt and sounded like both you and Sugar Queen really enjoyed it. But like I said, just do it away from me.”
With that, she took her leave, leaving a completely flabbergasted Zuko behind. He stared at the empty door once she was gone in utter disbelief before letting out another sigh and flopping back onto the bed with his arm draped over his head. With everything that had gone on, what exactly did the future have in store for him next?
He had absolutely no clue.
THE END

(A/N: And there we go, a nice, steamy session of some angry sex between. Katara's threat to Zuko seemed like the perfect scenario to write that. These two really would have some hot angry/hate sex. Kind of makes you wonder how the rest of the series would have played out if things had taken this turn. It certainly would make for some interesting dynamics between them. And poor Toph, having no choice but to know exactly what went on between them. Or maybe lucky Toph? I guess it depends on your perspective. Regardless, that brings this story to an end. I got one more Zutara lemon planned, for now, but it's got a rather… complicated scenario, so I'm finding writing it to be tricky. But keep an eye out for it in the upcoming weeks. I'll have it ready in a month or two, probably. Until then, let me know what you thought of this one.)
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