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2008-05-29T18:26:28Z

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(FIC) Sitting in the Space Between Night and Day

2007-12-22T08:01:43Z

Title: Sitting in the Space Between Night and Day.
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender.
Warnings: Spoilers for Book Three.
Characters/couples: Iroh. Lu Ten, Zuko, Ursa, Ozai.
Summary: Five precious memories Iroh holds dear to his heart.
Rating: PG.

Sitting in the Space Between the Night and Day

Where is season 3 episode 12??

2007-12-15T13:57:57Z

It didn't come on last night. Why?

FIC - Divine Push: Divine Pull - Tui/La - NC-17

2007-09-09T19:28:30Z

Hey there, everyone. Long time lurker, first time poster and I come bearing a gift.

I've had this in the works for a while now and have only just recently gathered up the courage to post it since it's rather unconventional.

At any rate, I hope you enjoy.

Title: Divine Push: Divine Pull
Author: Jan toxictattoo
Warnings: NC-17, m/m
Pairings: Tui/La (spirit form)
Word count: 1388
Summary: Tui and La spend their last remaining moments in the spirit world, together.

Author's Notes: From the beginning I was fascinated with these two and thought it might be neat to explore their beginnings, before they took koi form to live in the Spirit Oasis. Taking huge liberties with gender and backstory. See here for information about the characters. Possible spoilers for Book 1, eps 19 and 20: The Siege of the North, pt.1 and 2 if you squint. Certainly, in my notes at the bottom of the fic.

Divine Push: Divine Pull

Link takes you to my fic journal, blowing_my_load

[FIC] Notice The Whole Picture.

2007-07-17T00:47:15Z

Title: Notice The Whole Picture.
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender/Card Captor Sakura.
Warnings: None.
Characters/couples: Clow Reed, Iroh.
Summary: The fact that it's impolite doesn't stop Iroh from wondering from where does Clow come from.
Rating: G.

Notice The Whole Picture.

[FIC] Nothing But A Dream.

2007-05-01T19:19:39Z

Title: Nothing But A Dream.
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender.
Warnings: Spoilers for Book Two.
Characters/couples: Jet/Zuko, mentions of others.
Summary: Zuko knows it's nothing but a dream.
Rating: R/NC17

Nothing But A Dream.

Fic!

2007-04-18T17:01:29Z

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[Title:] "Trials"
[Author:] kyatto
[Series:] Avatar
[Pairing:] Zuko/Katara
[Rating:] NC-17
[Warnings:] No spoilers really. Warning for Non-Con though.
[Summary:] (Set five years in the future.) Fire Lord Zuko has everything he's ever wanted...except for a certain dreamy Waterbender. (Hope you all like! My first M/F ATLA fic.)

Trials
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Disclaimer: I own nothing in “Avatar: The Last Airbender” nor do I make money from writing this.

Warnings: Non-Con/Rape, Graphic sex

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Zuko/Katara

Notes: Took a bit to write. By request by a friend on a forum board. Hope you all enjoy!

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Trials

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How could this have happened? Why did this happen? Why did she have to be here? Katara finally awoke to find herself in shackles, chained to some sort of makeshift bed. The room was dark, save for a few candles that allowed her to see as far as about three meters in front of her and the thin strip of light along the bottom of the closed door. She could hear footsteps and voices outside, but none of them stopped by the room she was in. Groaning at the sudden burst of pain in her lover ribcage where she had been beaten and burned in an earlier fight, she tested the slack of her restraints and found they did not let her go all that far. With a sigh, she leaned back against the wall. She had been so close to warding off Zuko’s pack of Firebending soldiers, but one of the stronger ones got a very swift move in and hit her so hard her world went black. That’s the last thing she could remember before awakening in…this place.

Things should’ve gotten better after Ozai had been defeated and Azula run out. She was so certain Zuko had redeemed himself and would’ve made for an excellent Fire Lord. Apparently, she and her friends had all been wrong. Sure, he was indeed better than Ozai, but he still had his own subtle ruthlessness about him she found despicable. Seeking resources, he had the Northern Water Tribe raided. That’s where Katara had been when she had been attacked and captured. Trying to defend her sister tribe and protect her family. Sokka was doing the same but now she could only wonder about where he went and pray for his safety. After she had been defeated they took her away. She still had no idea what exactly they came there for and she may never know. Especially if she never got away from this horrible place…The room had a rotten smell to it. Part of which she could hardly make out. It smelled like smoldering fires, dead bodies, and another rather musky scent she couldn’t quite determine…All she knew was that it made her sick to her stomach.

A few years had passed since she had joined Aang and learned Zuko’s name. After Zuko took over rule of the Fire Nation she hardly ever heard word from him again. Maybe that had been for the better. The last time she saw him was when he was about to face his father and she had given him encouragement along with Aang. She never knew exactly who it was who took Ozai down, for she had been guarding the room from the outside along with Sokka. After the fight she hadn’t heard from Iroh, who had been there, or Toph. Perhaps not even they knew? After the fight Aang had suffered from severe burns so she had taken him back to the North Pole for some proper healing. After Zuko took rule and he had healed he went off to the Air Temples, hoping to find anything in regards to his people. She had stayed to help her brother rebuild and recover after the hundred year long war. However, she never saw Zuko again.

Now here she was, obviously somewhere in the Fire Nation. The ship that took her had been on Zuko’s command. Obviously he wanted something from her, but what? Why her of all people? And why…the constraints? It was like she was being held prisoner. Maybe she was, she didn’t exactly know. Suddenly, she heard a rather loud voice outside her door and a softer, more feminine one. It was like a husband and wife having a conversation. She listened closely. The female…sounded awfully familiar. Dark, but delicate at the same time... Mai? The male voice…had some sort of lisp to it…Wait, Zuko! It had to be! She scooted back as far as she could go. Was he coming for her? What on earth….Suddenly, the door unlocked and creaked open.

“Wait for me in my chambers, dearest,” It was definitely Zuko, but his voice had lowered slightly with age and had a bit of gruffness to it. “I’ll be there shortly.” There were sounds of heated kissing before the door opened up more and Zuko stepped in.

Katara blinked a few times, trying to get used to the sudden burst of light that came in through the open door. There was a sound of snapping fingers and suddenly several torches were lit. Squinting, she could see Zuko come towards her. He was a lot different from when she last saw him. Save for the armor he was wearing the dark robes of the Fire Lord, the flame insignia crown perched atop his head. His hair had grown out some since then as well, tied in a loose ponytail that fell just passed his shoulders. Clear as it ever had been, was the scar over his eye that his father had inflicted upon him so many years ago. He was definitely older and kind of made her look down upon herself. She really hadn’t changed much over the years, except maybe grow taller a bit and some part of her body became more defined. Her curves of womanhood definitely stood out now, considering all she was wearing was the wrap over her chest and one around her waist. She brought her knees as close to her chest as she could to try to cover the fact she was almost naked. When Zuko was barely a meter from her she could see he was mildly amused by her display.

“Well, if it isn’t the Water Tribe peasant girl,” his voice had an airy chuckle to it, “Katara.”

“Hello Zuko,” she glowered. “What do you want?”

“So quick to cut to the chase already I see,” Zuko scoffed. “Very well, I’m sure you’re curious as to why I had them bring you here.”

“Very.”

“You see,” he began, pacing around her. “Lately I’ve been having rather peculiar dreams…Oddly enough; they all seem to revolve around…” He then leaned in close so his face was mere centimeters from hers. “You.”

She blinked a few times, mildly surprised. “…Me?”

“Yes,” Zuko nodded. “Strange isn’t it? And they’re far from timid or cheery. No, they have you in rather interesting situations….All of which involve me pleasuring you in some form.”

“Glad you to know you still have your hormonal teenaged fantasies,” she smirked playfully. “However, kindly separate them from reality. I have a guy I like and I’d much rather be with him than be stuck here as your plaything.”

“Quite the contraire, for I do not intend to keep you,” he waved her off. “I just need you for a night or two to…sort things out. I have a loving wife to fulfill my desires thank you very much.”

“Then go ‘sort things out’ with her and set me free!” Katara demanded, glaring at him and struggling in her restraints.

“Can’t do that just yet, I’m afraid,” Zuko shook his head and gave her a rather smug smirk. “Do not worry Katara, I’ll send you back home once I’m satisfied…”

“Don’t touch me!” she snapped and attempted to knee him when he got too close for comfort.

Sighing, the Fire Lord crawled up along her body on the bed rather much like a panther would when stalking its prey. “Can’t do that either…” he then began tugging at the wrap covering her chest, ignoring the loud hiss she made when his hands brushed against her injured ribs.

Katara panicked, looking around, smelling, and feeling for any signs of water in the room. There were none, the room was unbelievably dry. Concentrating hard, she tried bending the water in his body in an attempt to throw him off. Her feeble try was met with a scorching burn to her chest.

“Don’t even think about it…” his voice was a low growl and before she could object, his lips forcefully crashed hard against hers.

Tears welled up in her eyes but she refused to let them fall as she felt his lips against hers. How could she let this happen? Why was she letting him touch her? If it weren’t for being chained up she could so easily fight back and run away…Oh, where was Toph when she needed her most! She knew she was such a strong young woman…How on earth could she be so weak as to allow him to force himself on her like this? Why did she have to bend to his will and allow him to kiss her, to even lay a hand on her body? It pained her on the inside just how weak and pathetic she felt and finally let a few tears flow down her cheeks. Even though he tried to pry her mouth open to force his tongue in, she kept it clamped shut tight. There was no way she’d allow him the privilege of kissing her in such a fashion. No way. That was something for a lover, not a demon Fire Lord.

“Katara…” he said in a low tone against her lips, his hands heating up against her skin once more.

As her response, she still kept her mouth closed and her eyes shut tight. Katara kept her body very still, not allowing a muscle to twitch so that he got no satisfaction from her body reacting. Realizing that going slow and gentle was not going to get him anything, he placed his hand on her injury and focused a great deal of heat on it. Her scream of agony echoed in the room and he used that moment to force his tongue in her mouth. Her whimpers muffled, she crept her own tongue back as far in her mouth as she could get it, darting it back and forth whenever his got too close. She would not allow him pleasure, nor would she enjoy this. Getting a bit irritated with her behavior, he tore off the wrap covering her breasts and squeezed her left one tightly. Gasping, she barely noticed when she felt his tongue seek hers out and flick across it. Even more tears were streaming down her cheeks; she had never felt such pain in her life. She felt upset, humiliated, violated, and terrified. It was horrible.

“Don’t be so frightened Katara,” he whispered darkly when he removed his tongue from her mouth. “I’m not trying to hurt you…If you comply willingly you’ll be fine…”

“I’ll never allow you to do such vile things to me,” she snapped, arching her body away from him. “The only way you’ll get any such pleasure from my body would be to force it out of me.”

“Then I will,” Zuko replied, trailing his fingers up and down her stomach.

“When Aang finds out he’ll…he’ll…” Katara glowered at him.

Zuko smirked, was he also chuckling? “He’ll do what? Hurt me? Kill me? Take me down like my father? I think not.”

“What makes you so sure?” she lowered her eyes.

“For he is already mine,” he smiled curtly. “He’s in a cell of his own not far from here. Yes, he’s been mine for quite some time now. And I must admit, he’s always been a lot more willing to put out. Such a good boy…”

“You lie,” she snarled bitterly, trying to kick at him. “Aang would never give in to you.”

“Oh but he has,” Zuko grinned deviously, running his fingers along her collarbone. “He gives in to me whenever I need him. He looks so beautiful when he bends in so many different ways for me.”

“What…” her eyes widened. “You monster! What have you done to him? How could you?”

“Would you rather I just killed him?” pinning her shoulders back, he straddled her. “Now be a dear and just give in to me like he has…Or else I might just be tempted to kill you as well.”

“Never!” Katara hissed, arching her hips as an attempt to throw him off. “I don’t want you laying your filthy hands on me!”

“Suit yourself, wench…” His palm heated up and he placed it on her neck, a loud sizzling hiss ringing in her ears as he singed her bare flesh.

Her scream could be heard even down the hall, her body flailing as much as possible in her tight constraints. Relishing in his victory, Zuko leaned forward to take her lips in a fiery kiss. Whimpering into his mouth, wincing at the burning pain, she struggled beneath him. It hurt too much to fight…She gave in. She had to. Losing all conscious feeling, she parted her lips to allow him to deepen the kiss if he wished, closing her eyes. Pleased by this, Zuko slipped his tongue passed her lips, exploring the heat of her mouth. She cried out, trembling, really wanting nothing more than to break free of her restraints and run away. He could definitely sense this, for he gripped onto her tightly, continuing to roll his tongue over hers. As he kissed her one of her eyes fluttered open, squirming a bit due to the tightness of the cuff around her hand she managed to thread her fingers in his hair, trying to pull him away, but only managed to succeed in pulling the tie out of his hair instead. His ponytail fell loose, his dark hair falling forward to frame his face. Defeated, she let her body relax and concentrated on the only emotion she knew would work…apathy. To not feel would be her only escape.

“I’m sure you’re curious about these dreams…” Zuko whispered darkly when he removed his mouth from hers once more. His hands pinned on either side of her body, he loomed over her. “Aren’t you?”

Her eyes opened and were met by his fiery gaze. “I’m not sure…I’d want to know…”

“Very well,” he lowered himself to kiss along her neck. “Some secrets are better off kept to oneself.”

“Just as some fantasies are better off left in one’s dreams,” she snapped, turning her head away so she wouldn’t have to watch him.

“Foolish girl,” he bit down hard at her throat, causing her to gasp loudly. “Your mocking is such a feeble defense you might as well keep silent.”

Closing her eyes, she felt her body sink into the fabric of the makeshift bed beneath her. Katara could feel him heatedly tonguing at her neck, his hands trailing across her torso to cup her breasts. She bit her lip hard, nearly drawing blood, to keep herself from crying out. Through all this she would not feel any pleasure nor give him any satisfaction. That was her final decision. As he positioned himself in such a way to give her an opening, she brought her knee up and jabbed him in the ribs with it. He fell off her to one side, peering at her with a shocked expression for a moment. Much like a carnivorous beast when its prey had a temporary upper hand, he pounced on her with more ferocity than before. His hand snaked around the back of her head to grip harshly at her braid. With one swift move she pulled the tie out and it fell in waves around her. Her opens opened once more, and she looked up to find him glaring down at her with an expression she had never seen before. His eyes had a darkness to them, possessed an unheard of evil. They burned with rage, hate, and yet glowed with lust and desire. She didn’t want him looking at her like that, or like any way at all. Her eyes burned with more tears forming as she gave him a pleading look, begging with her eyes for him to back off. However, he did not comply.

Instead he leaned back slightly, sitting up on his knees. He untied the wrap that held his robe in place and allowed it to fall off his shoulders and slide back onto the edge of the bed. With a smirk, Zuko brushed his hair back with his hand, allowing her full view of his upper body. Feigning curiosity for his sake, she sat up on her elbows and peered at him. His chest and back were already glistening with sweat. It pleased her greatly to see several different scars marring his pale flesh, both on the front and back of him. Some of them even looked like they were caused by attacks made by an Airbender, which gave her the satisfaction of knowing that Zuko did not take Aang down easily. He at least put up a good fight before bending to Zuko’s will. So if he could fight with all he had, so would she. Tentatively, she brought up a hand to trail along a rather long scar that went across his chest. He smiled as she did so, thinking she was doing this because she found him attractive, not because she was reveling in the knowledge of who gave him that particular scar. She sat up a bit more and brought both her hands to his chest, running them up and down. Gingerly, a scheming look hinted by an unscrupulous grin that spread across her lips, she took to both of his nipples and gave them a tight squeeze. All in the hopes of causing him great enough pain to make him get the hint. Instead, and to much surprise, he responded quite differently. Rather than crying out in pain and pushing her away, he grabbed her and brought her closer, pressing his lips against hers. Stunned for a moment, she paused all activity. Deftly, she tried again, even harder giving them a slight twist. Even though he did groan and gasp in pain, he continued trying to kiss her, obviously taking pleasure from such ministrations. Very much disgusted by this display, her hands pulled back like he had burst into flames and she sat there perfectly still. How on earth could she fight him off if he even took pleasure from pain?

Zuko’s hands lowered to cup her breasts once more. Gently he squeezed them, brushing his thumbs over her nipples several times trying to get them to perk. She gasped softly, writhing a bit, the cuffs binding her wrists and ankles digging into her skin, for there was little slack left to them. He took that moment to brush his tongue over her bottom lip and then pulled back to look at her. Even though she wasn’t willingly putting out for him, he thought she looked incredibly sexy. Her tan body was beading with sweat from the heated room, her eyes were wide and her pupils dilated. The way her dark brown hair flowed down her back and over her shoulders made her look like one of those legendary siren-like vixens he had read about in the forbidden scrolls during his earlier teen years. And to think this work of art was all his now…He continued fondling her breasts, squeezing them and rubbing her nipples. After a moment he brought his head down to her neck to trail warm kisses from her ear to her collarbone. Shivering with how uncomfortable the situation was, and the burning arousal heating up in the pit of her stomach she clung onto him for dear life, her nails digging into his back. Relishing at the thought of her actually touching him, he let one hand fall back so he could replace it with his mouth. His tongue flicked across her nipple as he leaned her back until she was flat against the bed once more. He nipped and suckled at the swelling nub as he continued working her other breast with his hand. In turn she squirmed and writhed beneath him, her mouth opening and closing for silent cries. Why was she enjoying it? It was torture! It shouldn’t be feeling good at all!

Propping himself up, his right hand ghosted down her torso and stomach before coming to rest on the wrap that covered her lower area. Swiftly he tugged at it until it pulled off her and tossed it aside. With a mere glance he took in the beauty that was her full naked form, spread wanton beneath him. His hand then went to the patch of curls that drew attention to her sex and tugged at the soft hairs gently. Katara gasped, wriggling her hips, clawing at his back to get him to stop. Sensing she was about to fight him once more, with his free hand he continued to prop himself up by forcing his weight onto her by pinning her shoulder down. Now resting slightly off to the side of her, he continued running his fingers through the dark hairs then let his fingers journey lower, brushing over the edge of her folds. Shivering, her face making all sorts of incoherent expressions as he touched her, she couldn’t think of what to do about it. Her conscience made it feel wrong but her body told her it felt good. It was pleasurable to her hormones and her body, but torture to her mind and spirit. She couldn’t decide what to make of the situation and only continued to wriggle and squirm. Smirking, he slid a finger in between her soft folds and then another, spreading them to part her. Katara finally cried out, her hips thrusting and then she bit her lip again to silence herself. This pleased Zuko for he plunged his fingers in deeper and brushed one gently against her clit. She could feel the heat welling up between her legs and the dampness that came along with it. Her emotions and desires started battling deep within her conscience. Part of her wanted him to stop, it was wrong, she didn’t want it. The bit controlled by her hormones and more carnal desires was telling her otherwise. Another few tears fell from her eyes as she writhed, not knowing what to do.

He continued to watch her, struggling against the chains that bound her to the bed, her face clearly showing her conflicting emotions. Rather pleased, he leaned in to nibble along her neck and then trail soft kisses between her breasts and down her stomach. She made a few soft noises and he could feel her shiver against his lips. With a devious smile, his lips trailed lower, his one arm now straining from trying to remain pinned to her shoulder. To balance himself he brought a knee up as he went farther down along her body. Katara squeaked in fear and anticipation when she felt his lips brush against the soft bed of curls near her entrance. His breath puffed against her and she shuddered from the warmth. At that moment his fingers plunged into her, feeling her tight dampness. She cried out and gritted her teeth, flailing slightly. Zuko sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth with a low his as he felt her nails rake down his arm and her knee jab into his hip. He knew it was just her reacting to something entering her but he still felt a bit of pain and figured her nails would definitely leave scratch marks. Choosing to ignore the fact his arm was now stinging he lowered his head even more so he now breathed against her slick folds. His arm shaking from being stretched to the limit and had to let go and instead chose to press it down on her pelvis instead. Her breath hitched in her throat when she felt sudden puffs of warmth against her private area and she thrashed a bit, both from pleasure and the fact she obviously still didn’t want this. There was no longer any use fighting him, she knew. He was going to win anyway…and have his way with her. With a defeated sigh she fell limp and waited for his next taunt to her body.

To her surprise, he pulled back briefly to adjust himself. In a moment he settled himself between her legs and spread them far apart. She peered at him through one open eye, clinging to the sheets, shaking with fear even still. He then hastily abandoned his boots and resumed holding her hips down as he brought his mouth back to her warmth. The metal chains clanged as she struggled against them trying to squirm away from him. Why did such torture have to feel good? His fingers entered her once more and she cried out, jabbing him in the side again with her knee. Glaring at her, he let his tongue slip into her warmth and bit down sharply on her clit. Words could not describe the scream that came out of her then and she bit her lip hard enough to leave a wound. Finding that to be proper punishment he flicked his tongue against her clit, tasting her. All while his mouth worked wonders he continued thrusting his fingers deep inside her, stretching her out enough to welcome a future intruder. Her cries came out in gasps and mewls, her body shaking and writhing. The heat in her lower belly grew warmer as the pain he caused turned to pleasure. She felt so violated and guilty, like the spirits were punishing her for some mysterious crime. What had she done to deserve this? And why on earth did it have to be so damn pleasuring?

Her taste…Her smell…All of which were so intoxicating. Zuko couldn’t believe he was doing these things to her. Feeling her shiver and squirm, the tight warmth of her around his fingers. Her virginity was very much apparent and it only pleased him more to know that he’d be her first. His tongue lapped at her clitoris like a dog with a bowl of water after not drinking for days. She cried out, clawing at the sheets. The Lord’s face flushed for a moment when he felt a wetness around his fingers and he knew he was finally arousing her. Feeling a bit more confident he took her clit between his teeth and nipped at it lightly, all while thrusting his fingers deep within her. Again, Katara made erotic little noises, the feelings so new to her. Why oh why did his ministrations have to feel good? Why did her body have to enjoy it? He was practically raping her! She shouldn’t be giving in! But spirits be damned if it didn’t feel so wonderful…He seemed to know just the right spots to hit. It was the strangest thing she had ever felt, but even still she started to enjoy it immensely. If only it wasn’t someone she absolutely loathed doing it to her and it would’ve been perfect.

Zuko took his mouth away from her sex for a moment to trail heated kisses up her thigh. She gasped and made a sound almost like a purr. Such a sound surprised her for she didn’t know she was capable of making it. When he reached the crevice between her thigh and womanhood he took that sensitive line of flesh and bit it. Her breath hitched in her throat and she arched her back. A soft moan came from her and she shuddered. He did it again, getting another such noise from her. The excitement from such reactions went straight to his groin, making his arousal stir even more. Slowly, he trailed his tongue up and down along her leg then flicked it at her sex once more. Again and again his mouth performed wonders in such a sensitive area, giving her pleasure only thrilling him even more. His erection grew harder confined in his trousers, almost painfully hard. Panting, he pulled back and sat up slightly. As quickly as he could he undid the ties of his trousers and slid them off, revealing the fact he wore nothing underneath. Glancing up, Katara couldn’t help but blush at his rather prominent erection. Was that really…just for her? Because of her? Another shiver traveled up her spine at the thought that even after all the hassle she still brought that upon him. The knowledge that she had such power over men, even her worst enemies, excited her in a way. Part of her thrilled at the wondering of just what he was going to do with it, now that he had her. Didn’t hurt to be curious, right? Still wouldn’t be her fault…?

Sensing her apprehension, after kicking his pants off he crawled up her body and kissed along her jaw. She sighed and tilted her head, meeting his lips with her won. This came as a surprise to Zuko, for she had been doing her best to fight him off not long ago. Had she really just given in to him…like Aang had? His arousal twitched with excitement as he kissed her fiercely, pinning her back down on the bed, the chains that bound her clanging with the sudden movement. She was his now…His slave….His lover…His woman. All his and no one else’s….This was the woman who invaded his dreams, who became his fantasies. And she was finally his. He relished his victory, savoring the sweet taste of her mouth as he positioned himself between her legs. In one swift movement he plunged into her depths, the kiss breaking as she cried out. Her being a virgin, he knew it would cause her pain at first. He had to gently assure her that she’d feel pleasure soon as he stilled for a moment and kissed along her neck. Katara whimpered, her body shaking, as she felt herself get used to him being inside of her. Once the pain of him breaking passed her barrier of womanhood subsided, she began clawing at his back, arching up at him with need. Liking this sort of reaction he slowly pulled himself out and thrust back into her several times, wanting to enjoy every moment of this. Her chains rattled softly with each swift movement of his hips, her clinging onto him as he worked inside of her. Soft moans, gasps, and mewls escaped her lips when he finally reached that rather sensitive spot deep within her. Now she knew why she had been saving herself…Nothing has ever felt quite like this.

Soon his pace quickened, Zuko’s need for release dominating over his want for the time to last. He thrust into her faster and harder, his face flushing and his breaths coming in heavy pants. Katara clung onto him even more, feeling his sweat-slicked chest brushing up against her soft breasts. She moaned loudly, bringing her leg up to push him against her even more so. Huffing and groaning, he thrust into her as hard as he could without losing his balance. Each time he managed to hit that one spot that just made her cry out and shiver, silently begging him for more. She breathed into the shell of his ear, arching her hips up to meet his pace. He felt so good, just oh so good…

“Zuko…” Katara moaned softly. “Feels so….so….” The overwhelming pleasure made her lose coherency as she just shivered and rocked her hips.

“You too,” he panted and buried his face against her neck, nipping at it as he thrust hard into her.

She gasped, panted, and writhed, feeling herself get ever so close. A boiling feeling welled up inside her. As if there was a meter that was building up to some great climax within her. All she knew was that she wanted to reach that point. She wanted to know how it felt to be put over the edge, like what the other women in her tribe talked about after an eventful night with their husbands. As he continued the torturous pleasure she could feel herself building up to her release. Her muscles clenched around his member and within seconds she cried out loudly, her nails digging into his back. Her whole body shivered as she thrust up hard against him, the extreme feeling of her first orgasm overpowering her. Feeling her climax for him brought Zuko even more pleasure. Upon that feeling he lost all sense of taking it steady and instead just chose to pound into her without any rhythm at all. His prime focus now was reaching his own release, and lest her be the only one to get anything out all this. He picked her hips up slightly and just plain slammed into her. She fought back a scream at how sensitive her body has become to him. The chains attached to her clanged loudly with her flailing and the rocking of his hips. She could feel him getting close inside of her.

“Hn…” Zuko moaned, biting down hard onto her shoulder. “K-Katara…”

This was it. He finally had the woman of his dreams. With another moan and hard thrust of his hips he reached his release, feeling it hit him with rolling waves of pleasure. He remained in her as he rode out his orgasm, panting against the skin of her neck. Now…he had her….His seed was now buried deep within her depths with no turning back. She was his…All his…There was no way he’d let her go now. Zuko wanted to feel this again and again, like with the Avatar he had previously acquired. Now he really did have everything he could ever want. Both of them panting, he pulled out of her slowly and remained hovering above her. He trailed soft kisses down her neck and then got up silently to retrieve his pants.

“…Zuko?” her voice was soft and faint, her body growing exhausted after all it was just put through.

Zuko found his pants and slipped into them then felt around for his robe. “What?”

“…Can I go now?”

“No,” he replied rather flatly, fastening his pants securely and then his robe.

She fell silent and instead chose to just look at him, a horrified expression on her face.

“You heard me,” Zuko pulled his hair back into a ponytail and brushed himself off. “Filthy peasant.”

He then made sure her chains were still fastened securely before going over to the door. “You’re a lot better than I thought. I think I’ll keep you around for a while…You may prove yourself to be rather satisfying…Just like the Avatar.”

“What?” she sputtered as she saw him open the door, straining her restraints as much as she possibly could. “Zuko!”

“Good night,” he smirked back at her. “Katara.”

With that he slammed the chamber door shut. Leaving her cold and alone in the dark.

His trials have been overcome. She was finally his.

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FIN

Hope you all enjoyed! Let me know what you think!

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atlaforgrownups
zukogetslaid

Specthread!

2007-04-09T23:09:44Z

Hi folks. I just joined this group, so wanted to introduce myself. Just discovered ATLA a few weeks ago and am catching up on episodes faster than an Airbender can... er... I can't think of a way to end that analogy without getting vulgar. =)

I come bearing gifts:

-The folks on the katara_zuko group have already seen this, but here is a short fanfic I wrote a couple of weeks ago: Thirteen Nights. Warning for graphic sex, incl. some consensual-but-unpleasant; present-tense narrative; and Yet Another Katara-Marries-Zuko plot.

-I was in a community that regularly speculated on random plot points in the episodes-to-come of an ongoing series, and I thought it might be fun to do that here. These aren't spoilers, because they're total wankery -- stuff we think will happen, unseen stuff that might've happened, stuff that's damned unlikely, and so on. Basically fanfic without the literary component. =P My own speculations for the series to come include:

The Earth King will become a recurring character. He's too funny for them not to use more.
The planned attack on the Fire Nation during the solar eclipse will fail. (Because the series really seems to be building towards a one-on-one confrontation between Aang and somebody -- Fire Lord Ozai, Azula, or possibly Evil!Zuko.)
Airbenders have survived in the past hundred years, and are running the Society of the White Lotus.
Iroh will somehow escape Azula and become Aang's Firebending instructor.
At some point in the series, Iroh will die. I speculate this will finally drive home to Zuko that his father will never love him.
At some point in the series, Zuko will die. Probably in combat with his father, hopefully victorious.

Join the fun!

[Fic] "Put A Spell on You", R

2007-02-28T02:35:15Z

I know, I know, I used this same idea for another arc, but it's too good of an idea not to play with at every opportunity. >3

Arc: Shades of Alice
Title: Put A Spell on You
Fandoms: FMA/Avatar
Rating: R for mentions of blood and nasty things

Previous Chapters

( Onwards )

atlaforgrownups @ 2007-02-15T19:39:00

2007-02-16T00:44:51Z

Tell me, friends.

Do you enjoy the antics of those who bend the air?

Do you, pray, watch a children's cartoon and hope--nay, lust--for even the slightest glimpse of romance between whichever two characters happen to be on the screen at the same time?

Do you wish that some person, somehow, perhaps one responsible for catchphrases referencing dead people, the seeing thereof, and their ubiquitousness as well as ignorance, that this person will make for you a live action film version?

Look on the future, ye mighty, and rejoice.

[Fanmix] "When The War Came"

2006-12-23T03:43:16Z

This is getting posted here, cos yeah, I think more people will understand and appreciate it over nyah :)

when the war came, the war came hard

Fanfic!

2006-12-20T16:27:09Z

[Title:] "Smooth As Silk"
[Author:] kyatto
[Series:] "Avatar: The Last Airbender"
[Pairing:] Jet/Zuko
[Rating:] NC-17 (Like whoah.)
[Spoilers:] Is "The Serpent's Pass" still a spoiler?
[Warning:] It's dirty, perverted, and full of foul language. Oh, and Zuko's wearing a dress. I'm not kidding.
[For:] zuppi and the rest of the lovely people over at jetheartszuko ♥
[Summary:] Zuko's been Jet's "toy" for several weeks. However, he's now exposed to one of Jet's more...obscure...kinks. (I also think it's considered AU at this point -_-;; )
[Note:] Sorry if there are any dumb typos! (I double checked, and had my room mate check, but you can never be too sure.) XD

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Smooth As Silk

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Series: “Avatar: The Last Airbender”
Pairing: Jet/Zuko
Rating: NC-17

Spoiler: None, unless you haven’t seen anything passed the “Secret of The Fire Nation” special.

Warning/Author’s Note: This fic contains Zuko in drag. No, he’s not a drag-queen. He’s just wearing a dress. If the thought of a boy in girls’ clothing squicks you then I suggest you do not read. Oh, and by the way this IS slash, just in case “Jet/Zuko” wasn’t obvious enough as a warning. *LOL* I also intend to make Zuko so….”uke”…because I’m buttering myself up for my next Jet/Zuko fic where Jet shall be the one on the bottom! X3 So yes, even though he’s catching more than the Yankees, I still intend to keep him as in character as possible without firebending Jet to ashes.

Disclaimer: I do not own Jet, Zuko, or anything in Avatar. If I did there would’ve been a lot more buttsex. I’m also making absolutely no money off this.

~*ENJOY*~

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“…Ngh…” Zuko murmured as he tossed about in his sleep. The thin sheet that covered his bare torso slid off to the side slightly, exposing a pale nipple to the chilled air of his sleeping quarters.

For the passed few days he’d had many restless nights. It was unfortunate, especially for his uncle Iroh who had to deal with an unusually groggy nephew the following mornings when they worked in the tea shop. He knew the young prince never had a perfect sleep, but he was usually much better than this. The only time the boy ever lost any sleep was when he was stressed. Iroh was completely unaware of it, but Zuko had plenty to be stressed out about. Ever since they had arrived in Ba Sing Se he’d been forced to meet with that Jet fellow he met on the ferry. It’d have been one thing if their encounters were pleasant; however Jet seemed to have found out their secret and used it as blackmail if Zuko refused to be his bitch. Whenever it seemed Zuko was starting to go out of line, Jet was always certain to leave a reminder on his window and used a sharp object to hold the parchment in place. By now the Firebender had quite the small collection of pocketknives and daggers that he kept tucked away in a hidden location so his uncle wouldn’t stumble upon it.

He had no idea what sparked the Freedom Fighter’s obsession with him. From what he could recall, they barely even talked on the ferry. Though Jet did strike him as a creepy sort…Though he never thought he’d actually go as far as stalk him. How else would he know what he and his uncle were up to everyday? It was hauntingly creepy…and strangely enough, a turn on. One evening Zuko had been bathing when he got the chill of being watched, and the thought seemed to thrill him to the point of being aroused and having to relieve himself in the privacy of his bedroom. At least he thought his sleeping quarters were private. However, now that he was certain this Jet fellow was following him around he was not so sure anymore. Again, more excitement in his groin and the more he needed to relieve himself.

Zuko would never admit it aloud but he was grateful for the times Jet demanded his presence. It wasn’t nearly as intoxicating pleasuring yourself as it was to have another set of hands doing it for you. After the first couple of times, taking it up the back end didn’t hurt nearly as much and after a while he secretly started enjoying it. He’d never tell anyone this though, especially not Jet. It seemed the more defiant he was, the better the sex he got anyway. Perhaps he was a masochist for taking pleasure in the physical and verbal abuse Jet inflicted on him, he didn’t know and didn’t care. All he knew now was that as much of a smug bastard as Jet was, it felt good to be touched by him. So he’d let Jet go on thinking he was the one in control because Zuko liked it better that way.

“…Ah…” Zuko gasped softly, still deep in slumber. At this point the sheet had nearly fallen off and his chest was completely exposed. His pale skin was gleaming with perspiration in the moonlight. It was apparent the dream he was having was feverish for his face was flushed bright red and soon he was panting.

Of course it was only a matter of time before Jet’s stalking tendencies would begin to haunt his dreams as well.

“…Hn…Oh fuck! ...Jet...” The Firebender moaned softly as he arched his back then fell completely still. A small damp spot formed in the silk fabric that lay above his hips and crotch. For a few more minutes he panted sleepily, before it resumed to normal breathing. He did not make another sound for the rest of the night.

The next morning Zuko awoke to the bright light filtering through the drapes into his room. His eyes opened slowly and he lay in his bed flat on his back. It had been another long night. He sighed and rubbed his temples before sitting up. This was a nightmare….If it kept happening every time he wanted to sleep he had no idea what he was going to do. It was hell. He then peered down and noticed the wet spot in his sheet…

“Damn, not again,” he cursed aloud softly and tossed it aside. Zuko then grimaced at the sight of his crotch. He could only pray to the spirits that he could clean this up before his uncle noticed.

Grumbling, he slid out of the soiled trousers and hunted for clean garments. His body was still sticky with his sweat but he knew he didn’t have time to bathe before meeting his uncle for breakfast. Within minutes he had his uniform on and was brushing his hair down when he noticed something sitting on his windowsill. Curious, he went over to inspect it and could tell by the handwriting on the note attached that it was from Jet. His curious expression immediately turned to that of displeasure but he tore the note off and read it anyway. He could only pray it wasn’t a bomb.

“’Li’,” Zuko read aloud, leaning against a wall. “’I picked this up for you. Wipe that dumb scared expression off your face it’s not a bomb.’ Well, that’s a relief. ‘I’ll be dropping by tonight and I expect you to be wearing the appropriate attire.’ Wait, what? ‘If you’re curious to know what I mean by that, open the package. By the way, if you refuse, expect a world of hurt and police at your door tomorrow. You don’t want to anger me when I want you this bad.’ …Thanks. ‘Yours, Jet.’”

Zuko set the note down and then shifted his attention to the poorly wrapped package. He wouldn’t even need a knife. Smirking, he picked it up and tore open the end. Furrowing his brows, at first he was unsure what to make of what slid out. It was silky smooth and shone a deep green. He held it up and it flowed out to reveal that it was a short cheongsam. It was beautiful he had to admit, with its vibrant shade of green and the golden phoenix design that decorated it. However, this was something women wore. Heck, by the shape of the cut, this was something prostitutes wore. Why would Jet buy him this? How on earth could Jet expect him to take him seriously if he was expecting his “bitch” to present himself in women’s clothing?

“He’s got to be kidding me,” Zuko snorted as he eyed the dress again before setting it down on his bed. “There’s no way in hell I’m wearing that. He can beat the ever living shit out of me and shove one his hook swords up my ass, I’m still not going to do it. I’ve got some shred of dignity left…”

Sighing, he checked once more to make sure he had cleared all the remains of last night’s nightmare off him before heading out to meet Iroh for breakfast.

That night after Iroh had finally closed up shop Zuko was exhausted. He was certain his uncle was furious with him even if he didn’t show it. Several of the customers had complained about his attitude because starting at midday he was getting tired and got snappy when he felt people annoyed him. He knew it was important to his uncle to look good for their boss so he did feel bad about it. However there wasn’t much he could do about that now except pray for a good night’s sleep. He closed the door to his room and tossed off his apron and tunic before he saw the note he’d put down that morning.

“Oh…That’s right…” he groaned and hung his head, now thankful he had closed his door and his uncle had certainly gone to bed. “…Bastard’s coming…”

As if on cue he heard the soft thwacks Jet’s hook swords made when he climbed up the outer wall of the building. The window burst open and the Freedom Fighter rolled in, landing flat on his back, looking up at Zuko with a broad grin.

“Hello Li,”

“Sorry I didn’t prepare a pot of tea for you,” Zuko replied sarcastically as he stepped over him to close the window, “but I’m off duty now.”

“It’s not tea I want and you know it,” Jet told him as he got to his feet and brushed himself off.

The Firebender glared, leaning back against a wall, and crossed his arms over his chest. “Then what did you come here for?”

“How many times must I go over this with you, Li?” Jet sighed and shook his head, exasperated. He stepped over to where Zuko stood and grabbed him hard by the jaw, forcing the teen to look him in the eye. “I know your secret. So unless you want me to get the police on your ass, I own you. Speaking of which-“

“What?”

Jet took a step back and glanced Zuko up and down, “You’re not wearing it.” His voice was a low growl, dark and threatening.

“I know,” Zuko replied casually with a wave of his hand.

He lunged at the Firebender, pressing the curved end of his hook sword against his throat. “…Why?”

“Because,” Zuko winced, but kept his voice firm. “It was obviously a mistake. That dress is for a woman which I am not.”

“Correction,” Jet pulled the sword away to toss it aside, then grabbed Zuko by the collar and flipped him over so his face was pressed against the wall. “That dress is for a bitch which you are.” Each accented word had a painful slap attached to it that would’ve left a bruise on the Firebender’s ass if it were bare.

“…R-Right,”

“You didn’t follow my instructions, Li. I’m not happy…Not happy at all….” He growled low in Zuko’s ear.

“There’s nothing you can say or do that’d get me to put that damn thing on!” Zuko snapped with a glare.

“Oh? I wouldn’t be too sure about that…” With the hand that still held a weapon, Jet snaked it around so the hook was cupping around Zuko’s crotch. One swift move and…

Zuko gasped then let out a snort, “You wouldn’t.”

“Yes…” Jet pressed the blade hard enough to be painful, but not quite enough to do any damage. “I would.”

Even though it wasn’t actually touching the flesh, it was still painful enough to frighten him. Sweat beaded along Zuko’s forehead and he snuck a glance at the predatory expression in Jet’s eyes. There was no way he was going to escape this. Well, he could, but he really did like having his manly parts all in one piece. Groaning, he relaxed and decided to give in. “Fine. Get off me and I’ll go put on the stupid dress…”

“You learn quickly,” Jet smirked and pulled away, allowing Zuko the freedom to go to his bed to retrieve his dress.

He was about to go to somewhere more private when Jet cleared his throat. “What?” Zuko was getting annoyed.

“No,” Jet scolded and spat out his grass stalk. “Bad boy. I want to see you put it on.”

“Fine! ”

Jet watched with widened eyes and his weapons clattered to the floor as Zuko stood before him and started the removal of his clothing. First he took off his shirt, which easily slipped over his head and he tossed it to a far corner. The Freedom Fighter liked the fact he was already glistening with sweat and smirked at the sight. Next came the pants, which took a little longer because he had a difficult time fiddling with the drawstring. Finally the pants fell to the floor and he stepped out of them, revealing for a moment his well-toned legs. Groaning softly, Zuko picked up the dress and undid the fasteners that held the tight collar closed. Jet grinned as Zuko pulled it on and his head slid out of the small opening. Murmuring at how tight it was, Zuko messed with the silk material until the wrinkles were smoothed out and closed the collar around his neck. How the hell could women wear this all day? He felt like he was being choked! However, it wasn’t Zuko’s neck Jet was eyeing, it was the fact that the slimming dress clung to the lean boy’s frame and gave him a more feminine appeal. He also noticed that Zuko shaved his legs. How amusing.

The Freedom Fighter nodded with approval. “Now, was that so bad?”

“Yes! I feel like I’m being choked to death…” Zuko grumbled so low it was barely audible.

“What was that?”

“No,” Zuko coughed.

“Better,” Jet grinned and went over to him. There was something about the way the boy looked that gave Jet the thought to even force the cheongsam upon him in the first place. He was right of course, because even though Zuko was all out male, he looked beautiful.

Zuko murmured softly as Jet stood behind him, pressing his hips against his back, and kissed along his neck. Jet’s hands snaked around to stroke up and down the Firebender’s stomach. Zuko’s compliance pleased him greatly. “You know what you look like?” he whispered low in his ear.

“An idiot?” Zuko tried to remain as defiant as possible, but it was hard when Jet had begun his ministrations. He cursed his voice for cracking slightly.

Jet smirked, he would forgive him for that slip up. “No, Li. ….You look like a dirty little slut….” He nipped at the sensitive skin behind Zuko’s ear and gave it a light tug, causing him to gasp. “You look like a cheap whore…But not just any filthy tramp. You’re mine…All mine…” His voice lowered to a dark whisper as he ran his tongue around his ear and kissed his neck. “Don’t you agree?”

Zuko knew better than to be disagreeable at this point. “Yes…” he gasped softly. “I’m your slut…Your fucking bitch…”

“That’s right,” Jet whispered and bit hard into the side of Zuko’s neck, earning a low groan in return. One hand moved from the teen’s stomach down to the dress’s slit along his left thigh and he pulled it up so he could stroke the smooth skin. At this point, Jet’s arousal became apparent as Zuko could feel it pressing hard against his backside. “Do you know what I expect of my whore?”

“…N-No...” Zuko murmured, his body squirming slightly on its own accord from Jet’s skilled touches.

Jet’s other hand slid up from his stomach and grasped Zuko by the jaw, gently tilting his head so he could place a soft kiss on his lips. “I expect you to please me….To fulfill my every desire…” His hips grinded against Zuko’s backside.

“Yes…I’m your whore…I’ll do anything…” Zuko whispered as he lifted a hand and threaded his fingers in Jet’s hair, kissing him back. Jet’s tongue immediately sought entrance into the Firebender’s mouth, and Zuko did not hesitate to let him in. They both moaned softly as their tongues stroked against each other. Zuko took Jet’s tongue into his mouth with his teeth and sucked on it, knowing how much that pleased him. In return Jet gave his lip a soft bite. After a few more moments of their tongues tangoing they finally pulled back.

When the kissed had finished, the hand on Zuko’s thigh traveled to between his legs. It only aroused Jet more to find a bulge growing there. He turned Zuko around so they were facing each other and pulled back so he could remove his trousers. When his erection was freed he eyed Zuko who immediately dropped to his knees in the lowest form of a bow possible.

“Tell me…” The Firebender tried to keep his breathing even. “What is it you want me to do…?”

Smirking, Jet grabbed Zuko by hair so he could look into his eyes. “Suck me off…bitch.” He thrust his erection in front of Zuko’s mouth who took it in willingly.

He started off slow, only swirling his tongue delicately around the swollen head. Jet gasped and his grip tightened. Zuko then took the whole thing in his mouth, trying his hardest not to gag. He grazed his teeth lightly along the shaft as he started to work it in and out of his mouth slowly. Frustrated, Jet thrust hard into his mouth, which caused Zuko to utter a noise around the hard organ. This seemed to please the Freedom Fighter, for he did it again. Zuko murmured, not liking the fact Jet was trying to take control of the pace of his blowjob-giving. He sucked harder and closed his eyes, trying to keep up with the faster pace Jet was trying to set.

“Oh….Li…Oh…Fuck! …You like the way that tastes….don’t you? You like having my cock in your mouth? Dirty slut!” Jet groaned as he thrust into Zuko’s mouth.

Zuko moaned around his cock as he worked it in and out. His tongue went all along the shaft and flicked across the tip. He made sure to give the head a hard suck each time because he knew that was what Jet got the most pleasure from. Jet’s moans and dirty talk only gave him more encouragement. He didn’t mind the bitter taste of precum in the slightest, and it only made him suck harder and faster. Jet groaned and dug his nails into Zuko’s scalp.

“Shit…Fuck!” Jet hissed and thrust his hips hard. “Damn….I’m going to fucking cum….I’m going cum in your mouth…Does that make you hot? Does that make you hard you little whore?”

Zuko’s face flushed crimson and his heart pounded fast. He could feel his own erection throbbing between his legs. He sucked as hard as he could without choking himself. This whole experience was just one major turn on. Soon Jet cried out and thrust hard and he could feel his mouth fill up with the tangy fluid. When Jet pulled out there was a tiny string of saliva that clung to the head of his cock, and a bit of his semen trickled out of the corner of Zuko’s mouth. The Firebender closed his eyes, forcing himself to swallow, and peered up into Jet’s up. Smirking, Jet motioned for him to stand and he did so, waiting for his next request.

“You’ve got a bit on your face…” Jet whispered. “Let me get that…” He leaned forward and licked the dab of cum off his mouth.

The Firebender moaned softly, running his hands up Jet’s chest and kissed him on the lips. Jet kissed him back and pulled away with a smile. He grasped Zuko’s hips and grinded against them, earning a low groan. Zuko leaned in and nipped at his neck, thrusting back and seeking more contact. Jet liked how desperate and needy Zuko was getting. This was exactly how he wanted his bitch to behave, like he needed him and not the other way around. He grabbed the hem of Zuko’s dress and slid it up so it bunched around his hips and exposed his thighs. Zuko grabbed tightly onto Jet’s shirt and moaned as Jet gently stroked the smooth skin and squeezed his buttocks. Jet thrust his hips against the Firebender’s, rubbing a growing erection against his already prominent one. Their hips rocked and grinded against each other as Jet continued to stroke along Zuko’s thighs and give his rear the occasional squeeze.

“Does this make you hot?” Jet asked in a low growl, kissing Zuko’s ear.

“…Yes…” Zuko’s groaned, arching his hips.

“Do you want this?” The Freedom Fighter thrust his hips gently.

Zuko hissed and bit his lip. “Ngh…Yes…”

“Tell me…” Jet whispered. “Tell me what you want….”

“You…” Zuko replied. “I want you…I want you to fuck me…”

“How hard?”

The Firebender bucked his hips. “So fucking hard….”

“…Mm…” Jet gave his ass a hard slap then slid his hand to between his legs. “…Li…God…You’re so hard…And it’s all for me, you filthy whore….”

Zuko groaned as Jet pulled back and took a seat on the bed. Knowing what was coming, he went to his drawer and got out the bottle of special lubricant Jet had given him a previous time, and slipped out of his undergarments. He tossed Jet the vile, who caught it with a grin, and crawled onto his lap to straddle him. Jet dipped two of his fingers in the bottle before stroking Zuko’s buttocks to relax him. They kissed softly as Jet slid a finger into his entrance and Zuko let out a soft moan. He worked the digit in slowly, allowing the Firebender to get used to the idea of there being an intruder in that area. Zuko murmured softly and ran his tongue along Jet’s bottom lip. Jet returned the favor as he pumped his finger in faster and then added the second to stretch him out. Gasping, Zuko grabbed onto his shoulders and rocked his hips.

“You like that…don’t you bitch?” Jet grinned and nipped as his lip.

Only the spirits knew how wild this was driving the Firebender. His face was flushed bright red and he begun to pant. Zuko’s throbbing member ached for its release and he knew that would come once Jet was inside him. He let out a moan as the signal that he was ready. Jet slid his fingers out and rubbed the slick substance around his erection. Zuko lifted his hips so Jet could slowly work his way inside. Groaning, Jet could feel how tight the Firebender was around his hard cock. Zuko bit his lip as he relaxed his clenched muscles, and the Freedom fighter was finally in as far as he could go. They waited a minute so Zuko could fully get used to him before Jet started thrusting in and out of him slowly. Moaning, Zuko buried his head into Jet’s shoulder as he was finally getting what he wanted.

When Jet got a steady rhythm going with his hips, with one hand he grabbed Zuko’s member and stroked it. Zuko gasped and bucked his hips, seeking more attention. His cock was so hard he was leaking droplets of precum down the sides. Jet moaned when he gave the head of Zuko’s erection a squeeze, and Zuko clenched his muscles around his cock in return. The Firebender cried out and arched his back as the pace of Jet’s hand sped up. He thrust his hips hard which caused Jet to gasp and pound into him harder. With one hand, Jet squeezed his rear end as the other pumped his erection.

“…Does my little slut want to cum? ...” Jet asked in a low whisper.

“…Y-Yes…” Zuko whimpered. He didn’t like doing that, but right now Jet was the one in control of his cock, not him.

Jet arched his hips as he thrust harder into him. His grip around Zuko’s shaft tightened as he stroked up and down. Zuko moaned and rocked his hips hard. Panting, Jet worked his hips as hard as he could, his back arching. He moaned as he could feel himself getting close to his release.

“Shit….I’m going to cum….Fuck!” He moaned and pounded into him hard.

Zuko murmured softly and thrust hard against him as encouragement. He moaned, wrapping his hand around Jet’s because he noticed he slowed down his pace. Jet arched his hips and cried out as he shuddered upon orgasm. His hand froze as he let himself get over the sudden shockwave. Zuko groaned softly and gave his lip a hard bite. Soon Jet resumed stroking his cock hard, squeezing the tip. Moaning, Zuko arched his hips enough so Jet could pull out of him without stopping. Jet smirked and continued his skilled ministrations.

“…You want this, you whore?” Jet murmured.

“Fuck yes!” Zuko cried out, arching his back.

Grinning, Jet worked him as hard as he could. He just loved to get a rise out of Zuko. Nothing was more pleasing than seeing the young Firebender with a flushed face and a pleading look in his eyes. He had him completely under his control. Zuko thrust his hips against his hand, groaning. The sight of Zuko looking like nothing more than the common prostitute was simply intoxicating. Jet gave the head of his erection a squeeze and stroked the tip with his thumb.

“Oh God! Fuck...Hn….Jet! Ah! I’m….I’m going to cum for you…Fuck!” Zuko moaned loudly, arching into his touch.

Hearing Zuko cry out his name made Jet’s face flush for a moment. He rarely did this, so he must’ve been desperate. With his free hand he gave Zuko’s ass a hard slap as he squeezed the head of his cock. Zuko groaned, rocking his hips and thrusting hard into his hand. Sweat beaded across his forehead and dripped down his cheeks. Soon Jet felt Zuko’s fingernails digging into his shoulder, and he let out a loud groan as the pleasure of his release swept over him. Jet managed to angle his cock so when he came the fluid splashed cross his pelvis and torso, keeping his own self clean for the most part. Panting, Zuko slid off Jet’s lap and fell back, looking up at him.

Jet shifted himself so he was looming above the Firebender and gave him and light kiss on the lips. “Know what you look like now?”

“What?” Zuko panted.

“A spent whore.”

Face flushing, Zuko sighed and reached up to stroke Jet’s cheek with his thumb. Jet smiled and ran his hands along Zuko’s sides, feeling up the few curves the dress gave him. He gave the Firebender another kiss before standing up and getting back into his clothing. It was very late, and he was worried his friends may have awakened and went out to look for him. He also needed a bath so he had to allow time for that too. He took one last look at the spent Firebender before picking up his weapons.

“…Fucking….asshole…” Zuko spat quietly. It had become his own version of bidding the Freedom Fighter farewell.

“Don’t worry,” Jet winked as he made his way to the window. “I’ll come back again.” Within moments the window had opened and he was gone. Disappeared into the night.

Zuko sighed and crawled into a more comfortable position on his bed. He knew he should change and clean up but he was just too tired and the thought of moving a muscle only made him more exhausted. At least he knew this would ensure a good night’s sleep. He pulled the sheet over him so his bare lower legs would get some warmth and let sleep take him.

The morning light didn’t even wake him. What did was the sound of heavy footsteps approaching his door. Slowly, as he was still very sleepy, he sat up. He had temporarily forgotten what he was wearing. Soon his door opened and his uncle Iroh peered in.

“Zuko, are you awake it’s time to-…to…” he caught a glimpse of what Zuko had on and was dumbstruck.

“Eh?” Zuko looked up at his uncle, rubbing his eyes. Then he suddenly remembered. Oh shit.

“Nephew…Is there something we should talk about?”

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FIN

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I hope you all enjoyed this bit of hilarity. X3

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atlaforgrownups @ 2006-12-18T20:26:00

2006-12-18T20:26:53Z

Title: Forced 2/?
Pairings: Zuko/Soka
Rating: NC17
Summary: After the Dai Li capture Sokka, Zuko concocts a plan to free his uncle from Azula's clutches. Second Chapter: Lost and alone, Zuko and Sokka must begin to trust each other if they are ever to survive.
Spoilers: Season 2 finale.

Chapter 1
Chapter 2

[Fanvid] Avatar - La Resistance

2006-12-18T07:31:06Z

Title: La Resistance
Rating: R (LANGUAGE)
Characters: Jet, Sokka, Zuko, Toph, Azula
Comments: A parody on South Park's La Resistance. I tried having th characters sing to it. xDI had to do it. XPP
Links: Youtube.
Download: Megaupload.

Hope you guys like it!

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"Avatar Hell 2" - Music Video

2006-12-12T18:43:54Z

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(Please make sure you read these notes before you click the link X3)

[Title:] "Avatar Hell 2"
[Vidder:] kyatto
[Series:] "Avatar: The Last Airbender"
[Size/Length:] 22MB/ 9min 3sec
[Song/Artist:] Various/Various
[Rating:] PG-13 (Language in songs and innuendo)
[Character/Pairing:] Various
[Spoiler:] Season Finale Spoilers
[Other Warnings:] Some of the effects are a bit flashy. So if you have Epilepsy or a similar condition I suggest you do not watch it.
[Notes:] You get e-cookies if you can point out the different things I poke fun at in the videos XD Or if you catch any references....
[Made With:] Adobe Premire Pro
[Link:] http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LvGi-cNAGL4

Enjoy!

(Link To the First One: here)

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"Avatar Hell" Music Video

2006-12-11T02:22:23Z

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[Title:] "Avatar Hell"
[Vidder:] kyatto
[Series:] "Avatar: The Last Airbender"
[Size/Length:] 23.05MB / 9mins 18secs
[Artist/Song:] Various/Various
[Character/Ship:] Various (Mostly Slash)
[Genre:] Parody
[Rating:] PG-13 (Several of the songs contain vulgar language and sexual innuendo)
[Spoiler:] Season Finale Spoiler
[Warning:] If you have epilepsy you may not want to watch as some of the video effects are a bit...flashy.
[Made With:] Adobe Premiere
[YouTube Link:] http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GON2Tr3rbzw (May or may not be active. Feel free to take your chance though XD {YouTube's servers were being weird every time I uploaded...})
[YouSendIt Link:] http://download.yousendit.com/35AA04626B573BDA
[MegaUpload Link:] http://www.megaupload.com/?d=U7EJDNV2

Enjoy!

Fic!

2006-12-06T13:32:27Z

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Title: "Of Pain and Pleasure"
Author: kyatto
Rating: Hard R/NC-17
Pairings: Smut: Zhao/Zuko, Jet/Zuko. Fluff: Zuko/Mai
Warning: The Zhao/Zuko part is N/C aka Rape. XD
Spoiler: Only if you haven't seen "The Serpent's Pass".
Note: This is primarily a Jet/Zuko fic. :D
Summary: Jet and Zuko meet on the ferry to Ba Sing Se. Jet wants to start something but Zuko has second thoughts due to past experiences. Will Zuko be able to get over his past in order to have a future with Jet?

Of Pain and Pleasure

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Of Pain and Pleasure
Rating: Hard R/NC-17
Genre: Slash/Yaoi, NC/Rape, Parody (Sort of)
Pairings: One-sided Zhao/Zuko, Jet/Zuko, brief Zuko/Mai

Spoilers: For the second season but not the finale. So if you haven’t seen anything beyond “Secret of The Fire Nation” then this may be a spoiler for you.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything in Avatar: The Last Airbender. If I did there would be a lot more gay and Katara wouldn’t “get” every single thing with a penis that crossed her path. Let the other ladies get some too, god!

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Back and forth. Back and forth. Splish splash. Sloshy-sloshy. Over and over and over again. Zuko watched the water crash against the side of the boat as the ferry made its way to Ba Sing Se. The trip was long and boring. When he wasn’t eating or listening to his uncle babble on about whatever he fancied, he was standing here leaning over the railing, watching the water. This ferry was filled with refugees. All these strange faces. He couldn’t help but wonder if they were suspicious of him. Were these some of the people he had hurt in the past? Had his fleet destroyed their towns, burned down their homes, and separated their families? Were their lives torn apart because of him?

He let out a sigh and closed his eyes. Being aboard a ship brought back memories from not so long ago. He hadn’t always been a wandering refugee. There was a time when he wasn’t going from town to town, trying to desperately find the Avatar while evading his sister who was hunting him down for his arrest. Not too long ago he had a ship of his own, several actually. In fact he led a rather decent sized crew all for the sake of capturing the Avatar. It was a time when he still had a shred of honor left in him.

Remembering those times brought upon even more horrid imagery. It called to him the picture of a tall man, broad and muscular, fiery gold eyes and a wicked grin plastered on his face. Admiral Zhao. He was his rival when it came to the Avatar’s capture. However he was only in it for the sake of a promotion and looking good for the Fire Lord. He was a despicable suck-up. Zuko shuddered as he heard his low growl of a voice filling his inner ear, whispering unpleasant things to him. He could feel the reminiscing touch of his hand on his shoulder with a firm and grip hold. It made him jump, however, when he felt someone actually touch him.

Zuko turned around to face the stranger who snapped him back into reality, “What do you want?”

“Sorry,” the young man said, stepping back a few feet with his hands in the air. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Oh it’s you,” The Firebender sighed with relief. “What’s going on, Jet? Need help getting a cat out of a tree or something?”

“Hah, very funny,” Jet frowned, crossing his arms. “I just saw you standing here brooding all by yourself and I figured you might like some company.”

Zuko shrugged, “Do as you wish. I couldn’t care less.”

“Alright then,” Jet smirked as he leaned up against the railing. “What were you thinking about? You seemed to be pretty deep in your trance. Pondering about what your girlfriend is up to?”

“I don’t-" Zuko was about to answer when a memory flashed in his mind…

Prince Zuko was in the palace’s gardens leaning up against the biggest tree. He sighed as he slumped down slightly, arms crossing over his chest. He was just told that he would be sent out with his own squadron within the next week to help capture the Avatar. His father didn’t want to see his disgraceful face until then. First the embarrassment of the Agni Kai and now this? It was almost as if his father didn’t love him at all. Which was impossible, he was sure. Why wouldn’t his own father love him? They were flesh and blood. This had to be a fluke…Or a test...Or something. At least his uncle Iroh would be joining him or else he really would be miserable. The spirits only knew how long the search would take.

He was about to retire to his quarters when he heard footsteps approach him. He turned around to come face to face with Mai, one of the governors’ daughters. She was a close friend of his sister and they had gone to school together. It made him wonder what she could possibly want with a failure like him.

“Hey Zuko,” she said quietly, barely meeting his gaze.

“Um…” Zuko blinked. “What do you want?”

Mai cast her glance down at the ground beneath. “I heard from Azula that your father is sending you away…for a very long time. To capture the Avatar I think. Is that true?”

“Yes,” Zuko replied with a sigh. “It’s true.”

“But…” her voice cracked. “The Avatar’s been gone for a hundred years. It’ll be impossible to catch him. You could be gone for…for…for an eternity! There’s a chance you might never be able to come back!”

“I’m willing to take that chance, Mai,” he told her with a serious gaze. “If it means I’ll have my honor restored and my rightful place as next in line to the throne, then I’ll do whatever it takes.”

She lost all composure and wrapped her arms tightly around him. “Promise me you’ll come back. That you will return safe and sound.”

“I’m sorry,” Zuko whispered as he pulled away. “That is a promise I cannot make.”

“But you…” Mai tried to fight back tears. “Life here will be hopeless without you.”

“I’m sorry, Mai…” the Fire Prince said quietly as he turned his back on her.

Mai turned on her heel and stormed off. “I hope you die out there! My life will forever be meaningless!”

“Girls…” Zuko sighed as he walked off. “They can be so overdramatic…”

“I don’t have a girlfriend,” Zuko said quietly, looking down at the floor.

“Oh,” Jet blinked, wondering why it had taken him so long to answer. “Well, you were brooding for a rather long time…Something happen?”

The Firebender shrugged. “Yeah…Something…”

“Care to share?”

“No,” Zuko muttered.

“You’re no fun,” Jet smirked.

“I’m sorry,” he grumbled. “It’s just a bit too…personal.”

The memory returned and he could see Zhao’s face in his mind once more. He could feel his hot breath down his neck and his own chest pressed up against a cold hard wall. His chilling laugh and dirty talk rang in his ears as he felt a flood of heat in his groin. The hatred he felt for the older man flooded his emotions. The bastard’s rough kiss left a bad taste that forever lingered in his mouth. He gritted his teeth and shuddered as his skin tingled with the chilling sensation of being nude.

His mind would never let him forget the humiliating feeling of having his clothes shed by the Admiral. The older man’s eyes gazing upon his naked form like a predator stalking its prey. He could hear his own voice cry for help and feel himself be gagged by his own undergarments. Zhao’s hand was dangerously close to a sensitive part of his body. He remembered the feeling of tears spilling down his cheeks because he couldn’t scream, as he felt the firm grip around his cock, pumping it and stroking it to a full hardness. He didn’t want the pleasure; he didn’t want to be touched by this wretched man. Yet here he was, pressed up against a wall, with the man’s hand wrapped around his cock. His mind was screaming, begging him to fight back and get away, but his body wasn’t listening, frozen to the spot.

“You’re such a spoiled prince, Zuko,” Zhao whispered coldly in his ear. “I’m going to teach you some proper respect.”

“You…You get away…” Zuko made the pathetic attempt at ordering him to back down. However his mouth was gagged so it didn’t sound quite right. “Let go…Please…”

“Hah” The Admiral laughed. “You’re so weak you can’t even speak, huh? How’s that for the future Fire Lord! You’re pathetic!”

“I order you Zhao…” the Fire Prince gritted his teeth, annoyed that he thought his plea was funny. So what if his mouth was filled with something that his cock rubbed against? “You back down...Now…”

“Save your energy, Zuko,” Zhao told him. “You make absolutely no sense when your mouth his full.”

Zuko cried out into the gag when he felt something hard rubbing against his backside. It didn’t take him long to realize it was the man’s cock and it was hard. Zhao spat into his hand and rubbed it around his cock before shoving it into the boy. He grabbed Zuko by his hair and slammed his head against the wall. Zuko groaned in pain as the Admiral slid in all the way, his muscles being forced to stretch around it. Zhao was so blinded by the need to please himself that he didn’t notice the small trickles of blood that leaked from the boy’s ass. Tears spilled down the Fire Prince’s cheeks as Zhao slammed into him. His whole lower body was in searing pain and it felt like he was being torn apart on the inside.

“Bastard,” Zuko growled through the gag. Zhao only smirked in return.

It was the most painful, humiliating experience of his life. It was even worse than his father burning his face. This man was desecrating him, the Prince of the Fire Nation. He barely even noticed when Zhao pounded hard into him, crying out upon orgasm. The last thing he could recall was the feeling of relief that swept over him when Zhao pulled out and removed the gag. He fell to the floor, a small pool of blood and semen forming around his feet. Zhao grunted, adjusting his trousers, before kicking him in the chest.

“I hope you learned your lesson, brat,” he snapped as he walked out of the room.

All Prince Zuko could do was curl up in a fetal position and cry.

“Hey…Hey you…” Jet waved a hand in front of his face. “Are you there? You’re freaking me out.”

Zuko blinked as his mind snapped back into focus. “Oh, I’m sorry.”

“What happened? You spaced out for a minute. Your whole body was trembling and you were breathing pretty hard. You okay?” Jet looked at him with concern.

“Yeah,” Zuko murmured. “I’m fine.”

There was a moment of heavy silence, and then Jet spoke up. “I was wondering…It’s still several hours before we arrive, and it’s not like we got anything better to do. You want to go somewhere?”

“Where?”

“I don’t know, somewhere a bit more private?” Jet shrugged. He plucked the stalk of grass from his lips and put it in his pocket.

“Somewhere private?” Zuko arched a brow. “For what?”

“Well…I…” the Freedom Fighter stammered, eyes cast down to the floor. “I-I guess you could say I’m a bit…um…attracted to you and I was hoping we could do something…”

“What?” Zuko blinked.

“Look, just-" Jet leaned in and pressed their lips together. He murmured softly as he grasped the back of Zuko’s head and leaned into the kiss more.

Caught off guard, Zuko was unsure how to react. This was his first time actually kissing anyone, let alone a guy. He just sighed and parted his lips slightly, allowing Jet to do as he pleased. Jet groaned as he stroked his bottom lip with his tongue and went for it. In a split second there was now an unfamiliar organ in Zuko’s mouth and he didn’t know what to do about it. He met Jet’s tongue with own and tentatively brushed up against it. Before parting, Jet gave his lip a delicate bite. He looked into the eyes of Zuko, who looked slightly paranoid, and grinned.

“So…” he said, offering his hand to Zuko. “How about we go somewhere?”

“I…uh…okay,” Zuko replied, confused, taking his hand.

They wandered about the ship until they came across a nearly empty broom closet that was unlocked. Jet checked to make sure no one was around before opening the door and shoving Zuko inside. He followed and slammed the door shut behind him.

“…And what’re we going to do in here?” Zuko asked softly.

Jet was about ready to slap his face with his palm. “Are you really that dense?”

“What? I don’t know!” the Firebender was getting frustrated.

“I…” Jet leaned in close and whispered in his ear. “I want to fuck you…So hard…”

Zuko shuddered, his face flushing.

“Come on…” Jet crooned, stroking Zuko’s backside and giving it a light squeeze. “I won’t hurt you…”

“No…” Zuko’s hand shot out and he smacked Jet’s away. “Don’t…Don’t’ touch me…”

“What’s wrong?” the Freedom Fighter asked, relocating his hand to Zuko’s back. “You don’t like me?”

“It’s not that. I mean, I barely know you…It’s just…” the Fire Prince stuttered. “Look, I really don’t want to talk about…I told you before…”

“Oh…” Jet whispered softly, licking his earlobe. “Something bad happen to you that involved such things?”

Zuko sighed, “Yeah…I guess you could say that…”

“Whoever did it to you…I swear I’m not like that. I know we’ve barely just met but I’d never want to hurt anyone. You have to believe me…”

“Why do you want to do this then?” Zuko arched a brow.

“It’s just…For some reason I feel I can relate to you. I can’t explain it. I just feel an attraction. You just, seem to turn me on I guess…” Jet smirked.

“I guess I could buy that…”

Jet nuzzled against his neck. “I promise that I won’t hurt you. You have to trust me.”

“I…”

“Please?” he gave Zuko a pleading look.

“Well I,” the Firebender stammered. “As long as you swear to the spirits that you won’t hurt me. However if I feel even the slightest bit of pain I’m going to kick your ass.”

Jet grinned and worked Zuko’s pants down until they were pooled around his ankles. He held up two fingers to Zuko’s lips. Slightly confused, Zuko’s lips parted and he wrapped his tongue around them, sucking hard. The Freedom Fighter groaned softly as he slid his fingers in and out of the Firebender’s mouth. A few minutes later Jet pulled them out, a small string of saliva struggled to keep the digits connected to Zuko’s mouth.

“What was that for?” Zuko whispered.

“I need some form of lubricant if I’m going to be inside you. I heard it’s painful going in raw and I promised you wouldn’t get hurt.”

Zuko sighed and tried not to remember the last time he had a hard organ up his ass.

Within a few moments Jet slid his fingers into Zuko’s entrance and worked them in and out slowly. Zuko groaned softly as he felt the boy stretch him out. It didn’t hurt, though it was slightly uncomfortable. He relaxed around the digits and they were able to stretch him out more. It got so good for him that he even started to rock his hinds slightly. Jet smiled as he pulled them out and spat onto his hand. He made sure his cock was slick enough before lifting Zuko up by the hips and sliding himself inside. Zuko gasped as he felt his thick erection slowly work its way inside of him. It was very uncomfortable and yet not painful. Perhaps this Jet guy really would keep his promise.

“Does it hurt?” Jet asked softly, genuinely concerned.

“…No…” Zuko replied, closing his eyes.

“Good.”

Jet wrapped his hand around Zuko’s cock and he stroked it slowly. The Firebender moaned, never before feeling such a sensation. His face felt heated and he began to pant as Jet’s thumb brushed over the tip of his growing erection. His body relaxed even more and the Freedom Fighter was able to start a slow rhythm, working in and out of him. This was different from the last time he had done something like this. Of course, the last time was considered rape but still. It didn’t really hurt and he couldn’t believe he was actually enjoying himself.

With each thrust of Jet’s hips Zuko’s mind tried to force himself to remember the feeling of Zhao inside him. He tried to block it out, to remind himself that this was a different person. However when he opened his eyes he saw Zhao and not Jet. He became scared and started to tremble. He slammed his eyes shut and looked away.

Jet stopped for a moment, “Hey what’s wrong? I’m not hurting you am I?”

It took a few moments of heavy breathing before Zuko finally looked at him. “No…I just…”

“It’s alright. I made a promise and I’m going to keep it. You don’t have to be afraid,” Jet told him in a low whisper and nipped at his bottom lip.

“A-Alright…Go on then…” The Firebender replied, allowing himself to relax again.

Jet built his pace back up to speed and resumed stroking Zuko’s member. Zuko moaned, throwing his back as far as he could without bashing it against the wall. His hips thrust at the same time as Jet’s, and he arched his back into his touch. The Freedom Fighter groaned as he sped up, thrusting harder into him. It just felt so good to be in him. To know that he was finally trusted by someone. He still felt bad about Katara, and he promised himself not to be like that ever again. Having this boy, though he had yet to catch his name, be able to trust him enough to allow this was almost astonishing. This was why he was so eager to keep his promise, he had to prove himself.

“Oh…God…” Zuko groaned. “It feels so good…”

“Fuck…” Jet gasped as he gave him a hard thrust. “You’re so tight…I like it….”

Zuko groaned as Jet stroked his erection hard and fast. Each time he reached the tip he gave it a light squeeze and even sped it up when he felt the precum leak out. Jet moaned as he was thrusting as fast as he could without losing his balance, nearing his orgasm. The Firebender cried out as he pulled Jet’s hand away and stroked his own arousal. Smirking, Jet placed the hand on Zuko’s hip to help keep him steady. Moaning softly, Zuko pumped his cock, savoring the feeling of Jet pounding against the sweet spot deep inside of him. The Freedom Fighter thrust into him harder, arching his hips, and cried out as he came. He remained as steady as he could however, as Zuko was working feverishly on reaching his own climax. He wrapped his hand around the Firebender’s and helped him speed up the pace. Zuko groaned and his hips jerked as his cum spurted out the tip of his cock and coated both of their hands.

Jet slowly pulled out and let Zuko regain his footing on the floor. He smiled and licked the cum off his hand before sliding his pants back up. Zuko stood there for a moment, panting softly, before he bent over and pulled his trousers up as well. He then wiped the sticky fluid off on his pants, not wanting to know what it must’ve tasted like. Jet frowned for a moment and then placed his hand on Zuko’s face. Zuko leaned into the touch as the Freedom Fighter stroked his cheek with his thumb.

“See? That wasn’t so bad,” Jet whispered.

Zuko nodded, “It didn’t hurt…You kept your promise…”

“I told you,” Jet said as he placed a soft kiss on the edge of his mouth.

The Firebender grasped Jet by the back of his head and pulled him in for a deep kiss. His teeth grazed Jet’s bottom lip and he them slipped his tongue inside. Jet murmured softly and immediately stroked Zuko’s tongue with his own. With his other hand, Zuko grasped Jet’s hip and gave it a squeeze. After a minute of their tongues tangoing in their mouths Jet took Zuko’s in his and sucked on it with his teeth. Zuko let out a soft moan and then pulled away slowly. They stood there for a short while, looking at each other, before Jet opened the door and led them out. Zuko sighed and walked on ahead to where he was standing before. Jet leaned up against the doorframe and watched him walk off. He pulled the grass stalk from his pocket and stuck it back in his mouth.

Several minutes later as Zuko was watching the water and gazing at the view once again, he felt the vibrations of approaching footsteps.

“You know, as soon as I saw your scar I knew exactly who you were….” Jet told him quietly.

Zuko, startled, shifted his gaze.

“You’re an outcast, like me, and us outcasts have to stick together,” he said, standing beside him. “We have to watch each other’s backs, because no one else will.”

“I’ve realized lately, that being on your own isn’t always the best path,” Zuko replied.

They both stared at the oncoming land mass and the swirls of fog that surrounded it. Jet knew he had made an impression on the young man. He decided that when he got the chance he would ask him to join the Freedom Fighters. There was something about him that he wanted to figure out. If only he knew the truth…

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[Episode] Book 2 Episodes 19-20 - "The Guru" and "The Crossroads of Destiny"

2006-12-01T23:40:44Z

Episode Information
» Book 2 Episode 19
» The Guru
» Aang travels to the Eastern Air Temple to learn from Guru Pathik while Sokka is reunited with his father, whom he has not seen for many years. Meanwhile, Iroh and Zuko operate their own tea shop, and Princess Azula makes plans to defeat her enemies.

» Book 2 Episode 20
» The Crossroads of Destiny
» While everyone struggles to stop Azula's conquest of Ba Sing Se, Zuko and Katara spend time together in an unexpected way. Aang's destiny hangs in the balance - and so does Zuko's, as Iroh tells him it is.

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Avatar: The Last Airbender - for Grownups!

come out and play!

(FIC) Sitting in the Space Between Night and Day

*Where* is season 3 episode 12??

FIC - Divine Push: Divine Pull - Tui/La - NC-17

[FIC] Notice The Whole Picture.

[FIC] Nothing But A Dream.

Fic!

Specthread!

[Fic] "Put A Spell on You", R

atlaforgrownups @ 2007-02-15T19:39:00

[Fanmix] "When The War Came"

Fanfic!

atlaforgrownups @ 2006-12-18T20:26:00

[Fanvid] Avatar - La Resistance

"Avatar Hell 2" - Music Video

"Avatar Hell" Music Video

Fic!

[Episode] Book 2 Episodes 19-20 - "The Guru" and "The Crossroads of Destiny"

Where is season 3 episode 12??