Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender

[terajk]

A twelve-year-old boy (who's really 112--long story) is the only person who can save the world! Awesome ladies! The scariest villain since...ever (who is also an awesome lady)! Meat and sarcasm! TOPH! Go!

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Hamma/Katara, shaping the future (student/teacher)

Zhao/Zuko, abduction as seduction

[dancing_serpent]

Zhao/Zuko, abduction as seduction

Any point in the Avatar time line is fine, which means pre-series underage Zuko is absolutely okay with me.

Iroh/Zuko, hot springs (incest)

[dancing_serpent]

Iroh/Zuko, hot springs (incest)

What if Iroh had talked Zuko into joining him in that nice steamy (perfectly heated) little pool and helped him to relax a bit?

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[lilmoka]

Can I just say UNFFFFFFFFFF? :D

Lt. Jee/Zuko, beard & stubble burn marks

[dancing_serpent]

Lt. Jee/Zuko, beard & stubble burn marks

You didn't think I'd forget my favourite pairing, right?

Ty Lee/Smellerbee, contrasts: butch/femme, grumpy/bubbly, sour/sweet

[(Anonymous)]

It's important to Kyoshi!Ty Lee to win Smellerbee over. For the sake of peace in their kingdom! And for the sake of how adorable she looks when she comes.

Long Feng/Kuei, The Talk - with demonstrations

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Long Feng gives Kuei The Talk - Kuei is curious and asks for practical demonstrations

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[(Anonymous)]

Omg, perfect! +1000 to this prompt.

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Hamma/Katara - age difference, contrast.

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Sokka/Aang/Katara - snuggling for warmth

Fill: Sokka/Aang/Katara - snuggling for warmth

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“Quit hogging the Appa,” Sokka says. Maybe. He might be dreaming.

He must be dreaming, because suddenly there’s a fish in his armpit. Except if he’s dreaming, why is it so cold? And if he isn’t dreaming, how did a fish get under his clothes?

It’s Aang’s foot, that’s how. (Wait--what? Never mind). Because of course Katara would put him within easy reach of feet that had been stuck in ice for a hundred years. He hopes she’s listening when he says, “Mwuh!”, because Aang’s toenails haven’t been cut in a hundred years, either. He really hopes she’s listening when he says, “Ack!” as Aang’s grip tightens around his neck.

She is, sort of. “Ow, you jerk!”

“I was,” he says in a small, strangled voice, “aiming for Aang.”

“Sokka, don’t hit the Avatar,” she says.

“But he’s trying to kill me.” He can feel her rolling her eyes from here, so he adds, “And he’s cold!” although he doesn’t know why.

“Of course he’s cold. Have you seen his clothes?”

“No, I mean--” And then suddenly, like the beam of light from the ice, Sokka sees that she arranged them this way--him in the front, her in the back and Aang in the middle--on purpose. “Oh, you’re sneaky,” he says, “giving him all the warm. He’s new--he should earn it.”

“Earn what?”

Oh, for the love of seal jerky. “The warm, Katara. He doesn’t have seniority, like us.”

“And by us,” she says, “you mean you.”

“Well, I am the oldest.” Aang sighs then and brings his hands up under Sokka’s breastbone, like he’s trying to save him from choking.

“And I’m the most mature.”

Sokka would point his pinky-finger at her, but he doesn’t know if that means anything for girls. He settles for making a fart-noise with his tongue, instead.

Katara answers with an eye-rolly noise, Aang buries his nose into the hollow of his neck, and soon he’s floating on top a fat, warm seal as it swims, his fingers laced under its belly, and he doesn’t feel the cold at all.

Sokka/Zuko, come all over his face

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Sokka/Zuko, Sokka coming all over Zuko's face

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The Boiling ... oh, you know.

Sokka slipped out of Suki's cell with minutes to spare before the guards' inspection of the female wing began. Luckily the guards uniform was kind of loose in the ... relevant area, and had that handy skirt-tunic thing, because he was kind of -- well, Suki was great, and he was pretty sure he loved her a whole lot, and she did this thing with her tongue and his earlobe, and now came the part where he was going to think about things that weren't sexy. Like Momo washing himself, or gutting fish, or Katara being ... his sister, or Zuko
licking his lips and tugging at his ear--

Zuko licked his lips and tugged at his ear and said, "What are you doing in here?"

"They've inspected the men's cells already, right?"

"Yeah."

"Good." Sokka readjusted his pants and the little skirt-tunic thing. It didn't help. "And you can take that look off your face," he told Zuko. "We all know you jerk off to thoughts of your gloomy girlfriend every morning."


Zuko didn't blush, or even avert his eyes. He wasn't such a bad guy, but he was even worse than Toph for forgetting about other people's ... rules. It was either a prince-thing or a three-years-at-sea-thing, or --

"What are you doing?" Sokka asked.

"Helping you out."

Which was a funny way of saying undoing your pants, but then Sokka's cock was free, and the motivation to complain was --

Zuko dropped to his knees and took Sokka's cock in his mouth.
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Sokka managed to say, "What are you--" before the answer became stupidly and amazingly obvious, and also the part of his brain that made words shut down.

Sokka had figured he understood the mechanics of the blow job, and at some happy point in his hopefully near future he'd get to try it out in real life, but this was like --

Zuko's mouth was warm and wet, and his tongue was -- and his lips -- Sokka's hand curled in his hair, pushing him closer, and Zuko swallowed his cock and it was amazing and -- and -- oh yeah --

Zuko stopped, his encircling Sokka's shaft with his hands as he said, "I'm a prisoner. You're a guard. Try to sound less ... happy."

"Words are hard," Sokka told him, and it was true, because Zuko had gone back to sucking his cock. But Sok-ka muttered things like, "harder" and "traitor". Zuko grunted in approval, increasing his pace so that Sokka's hips followed his movement, like a dance -- "Royal traitor slut," Sokka remembered to say, and Zuko closed his eyes briefly, and made a quiet, happy noise deep in his throat.

Zuko had done this before, he realised, and that was kind of weird, and weirder still was the realisation that the crueller Sokka was, the more turned on Zuko got. He pulled Zuko's hair and told him his sister would be a better fuck, and then contradicted himself and called Zuko a whore, and Zuko just quickened his pace, one hand creeping to his own erection.

"Harder," he told Zuko, "harder," then, "stop."

Zuko leaned back, looking puzzled and maybe a bit hurt, but Sokka was tugging at his cock, just a few strokes, he was so close --

He came with an inarticulate cry, semen spraying across Zuko's mouth and chin. Worn out, he stumbled back, collapsing on Zuko's bunk. Zuko looked up at him, his lips swollen, his erection straining, Sokka's semen dripping onto his shirt.

"Finish it," Sokka told him, and Zuko obeyed, stroking himself through his pants until he came.

When they had caught their breath, and Zuko had cleaned himself as best he could, Zuko said, "I hope you've got a plan for getting out of here. This floor is cold."

"I have lots of plans," Sokka admitted, "but they mostly involve your dick and Suki's -- well. Suki."

Zuko grinned briefly.

"Let's get out of here," he said, "and you can teach me about planning."


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Sokka/Zuko/Jet, double penetration

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Sokka/Zuko/Jet, double penetration

Ty Lee/Azula, unusual positions, flexibility

[(Anonymous)]

Ty Lee/Azula, unusual positions, flexibility

Iroh/June, muscle

[(Anonymous)]

Iroh/June, muscle - June rather likes Iroh's new look *g*

Wang Fire/The Blue Spirit - roleplay

[(Anonymous)]

Wang Fire/The Blue Spirit - roleplay

Toph/Zuko - D/s

[(Anonymous)]

Toph/Zuko - D/s (Toph would of course be the greatest dominatrix of all time)

Yue/Katara - cunnilingus

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Yue/Katara - cunnilingus

Zhao/Zuko, bondage, rope burns

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Zhao/Zuko, bondage, rope burns

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Only half a year late. Hope a pic instead of text is fine! I don't think I can embed images anon, so please click on the icon below or go to http://www.pornoimg.com/show.php?img_id=16222. NOT SAFE FOR WORK.

Ozai/Azula, public display of affection (possibly incestuous)

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Ozai/Azula, public display of affection (possibly incestuous)

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Warning(s): (highlight to reveal) Underage incest combined with an unreliable narrator. Also, actual adherence to prompt turned out to be decidedly minor. Apologies. It sort of took on a life of its own.




The night after Zuko leaves, her father joins her for dinner, and they play pai sho until Azula can no longer conceal her yawns.

Her father laughs and puts her to bed himself, dismissing the servants and lingering in her room long after she is beneath the covers. He tells her about affairs of state, the political consequences of banishing a royal son and brother, the business that took him away from her.

The last thing he says before she falls asleep is, "The traditionalists won't believe a woman can be Fire Lord. But you'll show them, Azula. I have great faith in you."

And she falls asleep still smiling, knowing that one day she will be queen, as great and fearsome as her father.

*

A month before the Avatar returns, her father kisses her. He rises from his throne and parts the flames and kisses her on the lips in full view of the court.

"My daughter," he says, turning and presenting her, his hand on her lower back. "My heir."

Azula straightens her spine, looking down at the kneeling courtiers, and runs her tongue over the back of her teeth, memorising her father's taste.

She savours the memory of his kiss until she is finally alone, pulling her blankets to her neck and exploring the parts of herself that have become soft and wet, full of potential and longing and--

So that's desire, she thinks as she shudders, pressing herself against her hand to prolong the feeling. Part of her is tangled in the blankets, short of breath and stinking of her body's fluids. And part of her is watching, and learning, and preparing.

*

She and her father sit up late into the evenings, going through reports of military excursions and rumours.

Her father says, "Commander Zhao reports that the Avatar has returned. He duelled your brother in an Agni Kai."

"Poor Zuzu."

Ozai serves her plum wine, poured with his own hands. It makes her tongue thick and her mind slow, but she drinks it because she is going to be the Fire Lord, and a queen must hold her liquor. And because her father pours it for her. And because she likes the taste.

Right now, he is studying her closely. His gaze is serious, and Azula becomes aware of her flushed cheeks and less-than-perfect hair.

"If your brother succeeds," Ozai says, "he will take your place."

Azula puts down her glass.

"Is that why you've never arranged my marriage?" she says. "Because my future is entirely dependent on Zuko's success or failure?"

Her father's jaw sets. Azula lowers her eyes and murmurs, "Father."

Stupid, she berates herself. She of all people knows the cost of failure in her father's eyes. She remembers the smell of Zuko's burning flesh.

But Ozai takes her hand. "Azula," he says, and when she looks up, his gaze is gentle, "do you want to be sold off to the most ambitious or potentially useful man in the Fire Nation?"

She blushes, and hopes that it's disguised by the lamplight.

"No," she says.

"Commander Zhao would want you," he says. "Admiral Chan has sons."

"No," she says, and gathers her courage. She says, "I'd always be comparing them to you, and finding them wanting."

She wanted her words to be smooth, and instead they're awkward and, thinks the dispassionate part of her, childish. But her father throws his head back and laughs, and his laughter is glorious, and when he's calm again, he leans forward and kisses her.

She thought she was ready for this, and she is, she is, but it's still a shock when he pushes her onto her stomach, one hand on her clit and the other pushing aside her robes. He kisses the back of her neck and her ear and her shoulders as he enters her, stroking her until the pleasure becomes unbearable, and she comes apart. It seems to please him -- she hopes she pleases him -- because he follows soon after, and lies on top of her, pressing her into the carpet, his breath hot on her cheek.

"Shall I teach you, then?" he asks --

and for a moment, she is a child, watching Zuko scream as their father offers to teach him respect --

She hurts inside, and part of her is afraid, but she smiles into the carpet and says, "I'm always eager to learn, Father."

*

Nevertheless, it's a relief when he sends her to capture Zuko and Iroh. There are rumours, and Li and Lo touch her hand and look at her like she's some kind of victim, which is in itself treason. At sea, they remember their place, and she untouchable once more.

Invincible, she brings Zuko home alive.

He's been home a few weeks, and she thought he was safely absorbed in his own problems -- or, better yet, Mai -- but he barges into her chambers uninvited late one afternoon.

"Do you know what the servants are saying about you?" he says.

She looks up from her book, taking in his awkward posture. Only Zuko could be protective and defensive at the same time.

"Zuzu," she says gently, "very little happens in this palace that I'm not aware of."

"They say--" He stops, pacing, limbs akimbo. It's almost charming, like watching the runt of a komodo rhino litter learning to maul. "I just," he rakes his hand through his hair. "When I was your age--"

"Ah," says Azula, "the wisdom of sailors. Do continue, Zuzu."

When he does speak again, he's quiet. He says, "Sometimes I think we were taught to want the wrong things."

When she laughs, he sets her drapes on fire and storms out.

*

She thought that after Zuko left, their lives would go back to normal, but her father is distant, and when he comes to her, he doesn't speak to her. Li and Lo give her the women's herbs in silence, and after Mai and Ty Lee show their true colours, Azula hardly speaks at all except to give orders.

In her bed, alone, she touches herself. Her fantasies turn savage, and afterwards, she prays Ozai will never know what she wants to do to him, and then goes and trains until the early hours of the morning. Savage, they call her bending, and it fits her mood.

She's beginning to hear her mother's voice, or her footsteps around the corner, but when Azula turns, she's alone.

*

In the end, chained and defeated, she screams without words, and it's almost a relief.

*

"I want to see him," she tells Zuko.

The doctors, her gentle physician-guards, advise against it, but for once in his life Zuko gets it. He takes her himself, leading her through the emptied prison corridors.

Outside the cell, he says, "You don't have to."

"I know," she says, and goes in.

Ozai is a wreck, thin and pale, his hair matted and his nails jagged. Even he is allowed into the sun for a few hours a day, but she has heard how he stays in the shade, hiding from the element he once claimed.

Still, he surveys her as she approaches, taking in her woman's body, her strength. The power she is relearning.

"In a way," he tells her, "you were an even greater failure than your brother."

Azula rests her hands against the bars of his cell. He comes closer, takes her hands in his.

"I suppose it's my fault," he says.

Azula's kiss takes him by surprise. Her passion is cold and hard, and when she finishes, she exhales slowly and pushes him away.

"Live with it," she tells him. "I do."

She walks away.

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Arnook/Hahn, blowjobs

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Arnook/Hahn, blowjobs (or how Hahn got Arnook to agree to the betrothal in the first place)

[rydra_wong]

Mai/Zuko/Toph. Mai has no objections to sharing Zuko around.

(Not that I think anyone could coerce Toph into anything, but I'd prefer it if she was well into her teens, if only for the sake of Zuko's brain.)

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"You know, Zuko, you still owe me that field trip."

"...and the shadows of our ancestors -- what?" Zuko looked up from his speech. "Field trip? Toph, that was years ago."

"I'm very patient," she said, putting her feet up on the table. It was probably very old and very valuable, like everything in the palace library. She felt Mai shifting, moving her knives and papers out of the path of Toph's feet.

"Patient," said Zuko, "right. Where do you want to go on your field trip?"

"It's not really a place. More of an ... experience." The silence around her sounded expectant, so she repressed her tiny twinge of fear and said, "I want to have sex with you."

Zuko made a little choking sound.

"Both of you, actually. If that's okay."

Zuko's sputtering took on an inquiring tone.

"Because it's my first time, and I trust you two, and judging from the vibrations you seem to enjoy having sex together--"

"I told you we should have put her in the other wing," Mai murmured.

"--And I really like the way it feels to spar with you, and I figure sex is probably similar." Toph reached for her drink. "Oh yeah, and Zuko owes me one life-changing field trip, and he's way overdue."

"...Me," said Zuko.

"Yes," said Toph patiently. "And Mai. If you want to, I mean. If not, well, let's just pretend this never happened."

"No," said Zuko. "I mean, yes. I mean, if Mai's okay with it. I--"

"Zuko." Mai sounds amused, as much as she ever does. Her sharp nails lightly graze the back of Toph's neck, and Toph hears her reach for Zuko. "I am." She kisses him, then draws Toph to her feet, guiding her to Zuko's mouth. "But I want to watch," she adds as Toph kisses her husband.

*

In the end, it was almost a week before they had a chance to do more than exchange rushed and furtive kisses. The royal couple had duties that kept them busy, including a dispute between the Fire Sages that took Zuko out of the capital for two days.

"How'd you and Zuko manage to get together in the first place?" Toph asked as Zuko was summoned to an emergency meeting of the Council of Ministers.

"My parents were out of the country, and his father didn't care." Mai leaned against Toph. "We were a bit younger than you, and servants don't make good chaperones. Making out on the sofa was more fun than hating the world."

"Show me."

So Mai pushed her onto her back and kissed her, slipping a hand beneath Toph's shirt and stroking her nipple, and pressing her groin against Toph's the way Zuko did when he was unbearably hard, when they were still trying to be good.

"We've never been with anyone else," she whispered. "So this is a first for us, too."

Toph's grip on her arm was tight enough to bruise.

*

In the end, Zuko warned his secretaries that if anyone so much as blinked in the direction of his chambers that night, he'd have them reassigned to the archival projects on South Wingtip Island.

It must have worked, because when he finally made his way to his rooms, the corridors were deserted. Even the Imperial Firebenders had moved from their usual post outside his bedroom to the outer perimeter of his private rooms. He recognised Mai's work there, and appreciated it. If an assassin disturbed them tonight -- well, between Mai and Toph, he probably wouldn't even have to get out of bed.

The thought made him quicken his pace.

Inside, he found a meal waiting for him, and Mai, and Toph. He'd thought it might be awkward, going through the domestic ritual of sharing a meal, with everything else they had planned for the night. But it was almost routine, an evening with one of his best friends, except for the way Toph's thigh pressed against his, or her hands brushed against Mai's.

Afterwards, in the bedroom, he surveyed the wide bed, wondering. Mai caught his eye and read his mind, and winced, just a little.

"Toph, would you rather be on the floor? So you can see?"

"Yes," she said, so quickly that he was pretty sure she had been thinking the same thing. Mai rolled her eyes, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"The floor is cold and hard," she said. "But you can kiss me here." She pulled Toph's mouth down to hers, drawing her closer so she could wrap her arms around Toph's waist. Zuko reached around from behind her, undoing Toph's shirt and pulling it off. Her breast bindings followed, and Toph straightened in surprise as Zuko squeezed one nipple.

"That's not fair," Mai muttered, leaning forward to kiss Toph's other breast. Her hand met Zuko's, squeezed it and guided it lower, bringing it to rest between Toph's legs.

She stood up and kissed Toph again, then Zuko, then moved to undress him, pausing now and then to exchange kisses with either of them, or to move his hands. When Zuko was naked, he exchanged a long kiss with Mai, and then watched her settle on the bed, the only one of them still fully dressed.

"What's she doing?" Toph asked, fumbling with her trousers.

"Watching," said Zuko. "Her thighs are pressed together, and she's moving just a little, but her hands are by her sides, squeezing the blanket--"

He was distracted by Toph's grunt of pleasure as she was finally free of her clothes, and he turned her around to look at her properly. She was all thick muscle and flesh, and he wanted to lie on his back and let her wrap her thighs around him, but he and Mai had agreed to do this properly, so he dropped to his knees and pressed a finger inside her. She was wet and soft, and when he put his mouth on her clit, she almost lost her balance.

*

As a girl, Mai had been told that women should be silent in bed, that if she absolutely had to take pleasure in sex, she must be quiet. It was something that had stayed with her even as her mother's other lessons fell by the wayside, even as she realised that Zuko's pleasure was enhanced by her own.

Toph had no such inhibitions. She found a solid stance and kept it, pressing Zuko's face against her and moaning for him to go harder, no, no, watch the pace, there's a rhythm, it's like a kata, yes, like that, oh oh oh-

Mai squeezed her thighs and rocked a little. There was a locked box in the corner that held their toys. She could take care of herself and Toph at the same time. But that would involve moving, and that would mean missing-

Toph's whole body quivered as she came, and the floor itself seemed to ripple. She let Zuko go, and he wiped his face and licked his lips as she sank to the floor.

"Teach me how to do that," she said.

Zuko's smile was boyish, embarrassed. "Mai taught me," he said, joining her.

"Lucky." Toph kissed him. "You taste like me," she said, and kissed him harder and deeper, while her hands explored his body. "Like this?" she asked, squeezing his cock.

Zuko's answer was incoherent.

"Right," she said, stroking him, "but I want Mai as well. On the edge of the bed."

"You're in charge now?" Zuko asked, but Mai was already obeying, helping Toph hike her robes up around her waist.

Zuko had calloused firebender hands, but Toph's were even rougher, and Mai stifled a gasp as Toph rubbed her thumb against her clit and slipped two fingers inside her.

"I used to go to her straight from the practice yard," Zuko said, pushing Toph up onto her knees, his hands on her hips to steady her as he entered her from behind. "I used to finger her like this, and she'd tell me to make it hotter, hotter--"

"I reckon I could take you with stone," said Toph, kissing Mai's clit. "Both of you."

Mai's breath caught in her throat, and Zuko moaned.

"Oh yeah." Toph grinned. "Something to think about while I--"

Mai moved without even meaning to, pushing Toph's head down and arching her hips up to meet her. Toph moaned, her voice muffled, her fingers inside Mai. Mai sat up long enough to see that Zuko was stroking Toph, their hips rolling together. He met Mai's eyes and smiled, and she fell back, giving into pleasure until Toph brought her to-

"Oh," she said, and moaned out loud as the pleasure took her. Zuko, finally losing control of his breathing, panted, "I've never heard that before. I like it."

"Me too," said Toph, leaning back, and Zuko wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him, so that Mai could sit up and watch as he came.

*

"Okay," said Toph, when they had cleaned themselves and climbed into bed in a tangle of sleepy bodies, "I've got to hand it to you, Zuko, I'm pretty sure I got the best field trip of all."

"I actually didn't know it was a competition."

It was awkward to punch him beneath the blankets, but she managed.

"And don't think I've forgotten about the stone thing," she added.

"We've created a monster," Mai murmured.

"And you're going to love it," Toph said.


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[rydra_wong]

Longshot/Smellerbee: it's all about Jet.

[(Anonymous)]

Toph/Zuko, very noisy sex

[(Anonymous)]

Mai/Azula/Ty Lee, perfumed oils, erotic massage

[(Anonymous)]

"I leave for a couple of hours, and this is what you get up to?"

There was an ungratifying lack of shock and movement on the bed. Ty Lee just peered up at Azula through a curtain of hair and said, "Mai was tense. I'm helping her relax."

"I can see that," said Azula, trying not to look at Ty Lee's breasts or Mai's bare ass. The air was heavy with the scent of sweet almond oil. Azula could see it glistening on Ty Lee's fingers. "I just finished telling Long Feng how you two were as disciplined as any soldiers."

"Well," Ty Lee tried and failed to restrain a giggle, "we could try discipline next, I guess."

Mai sighed and rolled over, leaning up on her elbow, not bothering to cover herself.

"We can't all be perfect, Azula," she said. "Some of us mere mortals have needs."

"And lower back pain," Ty Lee added.

"I think you've taken care of that," said Mai.

"I should probably work on it a little more." Ty Lee brought Mai's hand to her lips. Azula watched oil drip down Mai's wrist. "Just to be sure." She looked up at Azula, meeting her gaze without fear, tossing her hair back so Azula could see the streaks of oil running down her chest and stomach. "You could stay," Ty Lee said.

"And watch," Mai added.

"Or join us. If you want."

There was a growing warmth between Azula's legs, and she swallowed, suddenly unsure of what to do with her hands. She felt uncomfortable in her Kyoshi Warrior uniform, the fabric hanging soft against her thighs.

"Sit down," said Ty Lee, making room for her. Azula wanted to snap that she did not take orders from circus freaks, but she was out of her depth here, and she knew better than to offend a teacher.

Ty Lee's kiss took her by surprise, and then Mai took Azula's hands and laid them against her breasts.

"You're super-tense," Ty Lee murmured, running her hands down Azula's spine. She hesitated, then brushed her fingers against Azula's arousal, pressing into her through the layers of green fabric. "After I'm finished with Mai," she said with a grin, "I'll take care you."

"And you?" Azula managed to say.

"Why, Princess Azula," Ty Lee's eyes were wide and completely sincere, and Azula did not for one moment believe in her innocent tone, "it's my pleasure to serve the crown."

Hakoda/Bato, stress relief sex

[(Anonymous)]

they are totally friends with benefits and take care of each other

Azula/Zuko, pain play

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be quiet, Zuzu!

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"Be quiet, Zuzu," Azula murmurs, and he swallows the moan welling up in his throat. She puts her mouth against his ear and whispers, "What would the doctors say if they walked in and saw you like this? Or your guards?" She rests her hand against his neck, searing his skin.

He inhales, but he doesn't make a noise.

Azula smiles.

The doctors won't walk in. The guards won't disturb them. The Fire Lord is always alone when he visits his sister. The master of the Imperial Firebenders objected once, but Mai had silenced him with a look, and said, "He sees her alone."

Azula circles him, studying him from every angle. Zuko keeps his spine straight, his chin high. Like a Fire Lord, not a man kneeling on the tatami mats of an exclusive asylum, wrists and ankles bound together behind him, cock erect and warm and wanting.

Azula's hand hovers over the royal headpiece. Then she smiles, and aims a tiny spark of lightning at the fresh burn on the back of his neck.

Despite his control, a strangled cry escapes.

"Oh, Zuko," says Azula, and he's already leaning forward to accept his punishment. She won't stoop to undress herself, so he has to kiss her through the light fabric of her trousers, pressing himself against her to reach her wetness. His saliva mixes with her arousal until her trousers are thoroughly wet, and he can see the dark hair that grows between her legs behind the clinging fabric.

"I want," he says, but she pulls his hair and says, "Quiet."

She comes silently, as always. Zuko remembers her screams at the end of their Agni Kai, and wishes he could make her scream again. But he has learnt to be content with the changing patterns of her breath, her hands in his hair, knocking his headpiece aside.

Satisfied, she collapses to her knees and kisses him just below his navel, then leaves a trail of kisses and bites and burns up his chest.

"What does Mai think when you come back to her like this?" she asks, reaching down and scorching the hairs on his thighs.

"She doesn't think. She knows."

"I should have guessed." Azula strokes his cock. She flicks lightning between her fingers, and he wants to pull away, but she has him immobilised. She administers a shock to his scrotum and he jumps, but he stays quiet.

When he catches his breath again he says, "Do you ever think--"

"Zuzu, I have nothing to do here but think."

For a fleeting second she looks lost, and he wants to kiss her and tell her he'll look after her, like a big brother should. But then her mask is back in place, and even if he could give her what she needed, she wouldn't take it from him.

At the very least, he can give her what she craves.
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When she shocks his nipple, he lets himself yelp, and then he pleasures her again, and afterwards she's sated and generous enough to jerk him off at last.

She burns his bindings and he climbs to his feet, leaning against her as he tries to get his blood flowing again. Azula has her own bathroom, and she bathes him roughly, and he does her hair and finds her clean clothes.

He says, "The doctors think you should be ready to come home soon."

"How generous. It's not even a politically convenient time."

"I miss you, sometimes."

Something of her old, vicious humour flickers in her eyes, and she says, "I suppose Mai and I could share you. Does she still keep her eyes open when she comes?"

"She says she likes to know I'm watching."

Even here, Azula keeps her nails long and sharp. She scratches him as she squeezes his hand.

"Brother," she says, "take me home."

[(Anonymous)]

Mai/Zuko, that throne is awfully big and late at night when there's no one around they take advantage of it.