Abhor Adore

A little twisted piece that popped into my head this morning. Not sure why.
This is written in first person, which I hardly ever do, and contains swearing which I also rarely do. I'll be interested to read your opinions.

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I slipped into the room. Why did she make me want her? Why was she so beautiful? Her dark skin, her intense eyes. No man with a pulse could resist those.

I walked silently over to the bed. It was about midnight and the form in the bed was asleep. Blissfully unaware of what I was about to do. I was already rock hard and twitching at the thought of it.

Katara. I had to possess her like she possessed me.

I took the length of rope from my belt. I didn't want to do this. At least I didn't want to do it this way. I had too. She'd never let me touch her in the daylight. I lifted the arms of the sleeper and tied them together on the bed frame.

I stripped my shirt off and loosened my belt. I climbed over the warm body below me and leaned down. I worked carefully to loosen clothes and breath in the glorious Water Tribe scent.

I was going mad, I knew it. I was doing the wrong thing again, but I should be used to that by now. I couldn't wait any longer. I didn't really care if this person I was straddling woke up or not.

Just as I was thinking that, two blue eyes snapped open. “Zuko? What the hell! Get the fuck off me.”

God, I loved that temper. I held the bucking form still. “I can't do that. I need this. And I think you deserve a good pounding.” blues went wide. Lips parted, probably to yell at me again, but I wouldn't let them. I crushed my lips down as a string of obscenities were hissed into my mouth. I tried to still the tongue with my own. Sweet, fierce, just like my Water Tribe angel should be. In the back of my mind I knew something was wrong but I didn't want to face it.

I pulled back my head, and while we both gasped for breath I took my discarded belt and stuffed it between the bruised lips before they could curse me again. I had to move on. My need was increasing.

I worked the pants and undergarments down. Water Tribe tried to flail away from me but I held fast. I leaned my head down to meet hips and started licking. The thrashing stilled, replaced by low moans. “Katara.” I whispered into the dark flesh. The contrast between the darkness I held, and my own pale skin was intensified by the low light.

After finishing my ministrations to my satisfaction I crawled up so that our faces were level again. I caught a glimpse of hatred in those orbs I adore as I lowered my mouth to whisper. “Are you ready my love?” my lips brushed ear and I felt my partner shudder. “I'm about to show you how much damage you've done to me.”

The bucking resumed but I pressed my hips down. There was a gasp and I smirked. “You feel that?” I rubbed my erection into a now still leg. “That's what I have to offer. You could've had that any time you wanted, but instead you chose him.”

I thought I saw confusion as I took up my position, but I dismissed it. I decided to give one last warning. “If you thrash around it'll only hurt you more.” I placed the head of my penis at the opening. The unwilling participant's head turned from side to side but no more protests came. I was mildly disappointed.

Drops of precum moistened my entrance. I slid in little by little, pausing frequently to allow the hole to adjust to my girth. I'm not a bad guy. I really didn't want to hurt her. But once I was half-way in I lost control. I shoved the rest of my member into the dark chasm. I groaned in pleasure. There was a muffled cry of pain from the bed.

“You're incredible. So hot and tight.” I had to take a few breaths to stop myself from shooting right then. I looked down when I felt a warm trickle on my leg.

Blood.

“A virgin. Good.” I got a sick satisfaction from that. I started to move. I was already close when I started so I knew it wouldn't take much. I looked up into those eyes I hated to love. “You'll forgive me. I know you will.” I said as I pumped. It was more of a plea then a statement.

A few minutes later I came, hot and inside my lover. I called Katara's name as I emptied myself. It was sweet release. I pulled out and watched as my sperm mixed with blood spilled out after. I leaned over the panting body and removed the gag, only to replace it with my mouth.

When I stood up again I took a moment to brush a strand of moist brown hair away from those eyes. “I'm sorry,” I said softly. “but thank you. I needed that.”

Sokka's voice was weak and ragged. “Cut me loose, you sick bastard, and you'll really be sorry!”

I chuckled, not the bit upset that my fantasy was now broken. “I can't do that. I'm too tired right now. Maybe I'll come back later.” I kissed his chest, grabbed my clothes, and left. I heard him growl a string of obscenities at me until the door closed at my back.

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So, when did you realize it was Sokka and not Katara? Or did you?
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