Summary: All he wanted was more information on the Avatar, to take her down. He ended up with more on his plate than he bargained for.
Rating: Pretty light M. Not too bad.
Genre: Romance/Angst/Tragedy
Author's Note: I had every intention of making this the fic for Passion but then I drew the companion art piece (read the AN at end of story to find it) for this and I just thought it fit better with today's prompt. I knew the writing style changes in the middle and it gets kind of weird. This is what happens when I convince myself that I can write these stories the day of. Okay, go on. Have your story.
Inside Enemy Lines
"I assure you, I have a plan. And I'm saving you for last."
Her eyes glow in fear but, underneath that, Amon can see fierce determination. He had taken a risk by presenting himself to her. It is worth it though. Such a small trembling face fits so easily in his hand. He knows, after this night, he will no longer plague her nightmares. The Avatar may be only half-baked, but she is determined, strong and bright like the elements she holds at her mercy. The fear that fades along with her conciseness will only last a few days at best. He will have to watch her. Closely.
Amon puts away his mask and washes off the scar he paints on his face. He digs out a few items of clothing that can pass as casual wear. From afar, he follows. The Avatar will be training inside the arena and he will be outside, pretending to sightsee. She will be out with the two boys for dinner and he will be across the street, shopping for his made-up grandmother.
Each day he sees her, he draws another step closer. Amon knows he is closing in on dangerous ground. But, how fun it is to watch this girl and her interactions. The way that the earth-bender is obviously infatuated with her and she will try to make it equally obvious that she is not interested. The way that she does not quite know how to act around the Sato girl because she was not raised with other young girls. The way that she is so pure that she thinks that simply liking the fire-bender will bring him to her.
Through all of this, though, the young Avatar is still a fighter and holds the traits of any native water-bender.
He wants to see her in action. Not against his people, of course. So he goes to watch her in her pro-bending matches. Here is where Amon figures out she may not be as innocent as he once thought. Under that untouched façade of hers, hides a dirty player. And he wonders if pro-bending is the only place she will play dirty.
Forgetting his minor lapse, he continues to watch her. After a while, he learns to anticipate each of her moves even though he is nothing more than a spectator. When the Fire Ferrets jump into the air after making it to the championship game, he cannot help but smile with her.
That night, the team and the Sato girl go out on a celebratory dinner to Narook's. The restaurant is packed twice its capacity. It's great business for the owner and creates an easy place to blend in for Amon. He sits at the bar directly beside the table the Fire Ferrets and Sato girl have chosen. He can easily pick out Korra's voice over everyone else's.
"This calls for fire-whiskey you guys!"
Her declaration is met by a disapproving remark on the fire-bender's part but loud hoots from the brother and Sato girl. Not until it is too late does Amon realize that Korra has walked up right next to him. He can do nothing but try to seem as casual as possible.
"And what can I get our champions?"
The sound of Korra's laughter merrily rings through his ear.
"We're not champions just yet, Narook. But we'll have four fire-whiskeys on the rocks please."
Narook quickly prepares the drinks and shakes his head as he notices Korra fishing in her pockets for yuans.
"No, no. I owe you for bringing me all these customers tonight. Drinks are on the house tonight. But don't get carried away and start asking for cactus juice."
Korra gives another laugh as a promise and begins to pick up the four glasses. Although all grace in the battlefield, hand coordination in every day life seems to be a weakness of hers. As she takes a step, one of the glasses begins to tip and almost spills. Amon, for no reason in particular, grabs the glass before any of the gold liquid can spill out.
"You might want to get one of your friends to help you."
Korra puts the glasses back on the bar to try to re-position them in her arms.
"Sorry about that." She looks right at him when she takes the fourth glass from his grasp. "Hey, I know you!"
Amon is surprised, so much so, that it shows on his face.
"We have never met."
He is glad that he changes his voice when speaking as Amon. One less thing to worry about.
"No, we haven't. But you've been to a lot of the recent games. I've seen you in the crowd. And I'll see you out in the city sometimes."
He had not realized that she had been paying attention. The blush that comes over him is both out of embarrassment and anger.
"I apologize if I have made you uncomfortable."
"No, not at all. If anything, I'm honored to have such a dedicated fan."
Korra manages to balance the four dinks in her hands.
"And as a reward, I want to treat you to lunch tomorrow at Fire Flakes. It's just up the street. I'll be there at noon."
Before Amon can say anything, she winks and walks back to her table.
When Amon had showed up to the free meal, he had gone with all the intention of just learning more about the girl. This…meeting could be used to his advantage. Maybe she would let something more personal slip that he could later use to break her. Under no circumstances had he planned to ask her on a second date.
Or a third.
Or an eighth.
Or a fifteenth for that matter.
By the sixteenth date, Amon had prepared himself to sever all ties with this girl. She had proven to be quite the distraction. His revolution has been loosing speed and it is all her fault.
That night, Korra shows up at Amon's apartment, bottle of wine in hand. In an attempt to appear as casual as possible, he lets her in with a kiss. Before he can lock the door, Amon is on the floor with a horny Avatar ripping away his clothes.
"Korra, what are you doing?"
"You and I are going to have sex tonight. I've waited long enough."
This is not part of his plan. As far as he knows, the man is supposed to be desperate for sex, not the woman. While she had been tempting him this whole time, he kept himself under control.
"B-but are you not a virgin? Surely you want to wait longer."
In those few seconds, Amon has been stripped down to his boxers and Korra is in nothing but her wrappings, straddling his chest.
"I'm not a virgin, but if you don't want to, you should have said so."
She begins to get up and ice fills his insides. He wants her. He does. But she is a distraction and he cannot tie himself closer to the enemy. He just can't.
Regardless, a hand reaches out to her, which he is horrified to find out is his, and he pulls her back on top of him.
"I do want you. But I am significantly older and want to make sure that this is okay."
"Age doesn't have to even matter. I'm perfectly capable of making my own de—hng!"
Amon abruptly ends what could have been a very entertaining ramble by sliding her up to his mouth and claiming her at the moment. He does not even take the time to remove the wrappings. He just moves them aside with his hands and allows his tongue to do all the work.
Her smell is intoxicating. Her juices taste of the sweetest seas, and Amon is thirsty. Korra's squeals begin to rise in pitch when she suddenly slides off him.
"No you're not. You get to come along with me."
Her voice is sultry and inviting. He feels like the virgin in the situation as his member stiffens in response.
Korra tears off her wrappings and slides off the boxers with force. She takes hold of him with one hand to guide him in and grins at the feeling of finally having him inside her. Amon tells himself to let her take control. Let her feel like she has the upper hand. But he can't.
He thrust into her with unyielding force and she struggles to keep up with the speed. But the power builds between them. Her breasts bounce with each of his shoves and he is hypnotized. Amon is starting to tip over the edge, and so is she. With no condom, he is ready to pull out, but Korra surprises him again. At the last second, she bends down to place her forehead on his and he cannot blink. In that moment, they are one in every sense of the word; spiritually, physically, mentally. They rise and fall together, and still maintain eye contact.
It is in that moment, that Amon realizes that this girl will be his undoing.
Somehow, the same girl who had proven to be a distraction in the first place, drives him to further the revolution. From Korra's perspective, she never sees Noatak anymore. But the time is drawing near, and Amon cannot allow himself to be distracted by memories. So he pulls away. He allows the anger from childhood to fill him and pushes Korra to the back of his mind. She is now the Avatar that he has to take down.
When the name 'Noatak' first escapes Tarrlok's lips, Korra does not make the connection. There is a famous water-tribe legend where the name came from. It could be a very popular name in the north. The name slides right off as she listens to the story. Her heart beats abnormally fast as she prepares herself to reveal the monster for his true lying self.
She yells something about the story Tarrlok told her and Mako. And Amon goes to untie his mask. And she catches a glimpse of something impossibly small. Korra leans against the railing and squints.
There is a small scar right under Amon's hair line. A scar that is remarkably like Noatak's. The mask falls away and there is a crudely done make-up over his face. She knows it's him now. The same Noatak. More words tumble out of her mouth in disbelief. He can't be!
Then Tenzin and the children are on stage and fire blazes within her. Korra attacks. She's angry. She's scared. She's betrayed. She's confused. She's in denial. She's amazed that all these emotions aren't sending her into the AvatarState.
Then she's on her knees. One hand holding her head and the other at her forehead. She tries to plead with her eyes. Please! Not after everything. But Noatak isn't there anymore. He's lost, gone forever. Only Amon remains. A monster ready to do what it takes to live the legacy his father began.
Korra tries to fight with her fist, but blood-bending has left her oh so weak. There's a flash of blue and red and then she's crashing to the floor. Her vision is blurry and all she hears are slams and grunts. Then his voice. No, not really his voice. Noatak is gone. The monster he has left behind wants to do something to Mako.
She pieces the puzzle together and realizes that Mako is about to get his bending taken away. No! Not him too! A surge begins to balloon through her stomach and fills her body. It makes her feel like she's bloated to the point of pain and the only means of release are her fist. And there! She can air-bend. The monster is shot away from her friend. From the person who didn't lie to her this whole time. Amon goes flying out the window along with a gust of wind. Korra approaches, Mako following close behind, knowing he has landed in the water.
Amon sinks to the Yue's bank as Noatak awakens. What has he done? Water-bending himself out of the surface, he frantically searches for Korra. She stands where he fell out from, obviously close to tears. He can see her trying to tell him something with her eyes, but the message does not make sense.
He flees, in pursuit of his brother.
The two of them are no more than ten miles from RepublicCity when he hears the distinct buzz of the electric glove. Noatak has no one but himself to blame. Amon lays forgotten, forever part of the city he wanted to control and Noatak has lost all that meant anything too him. Pain like no other overtakes his body.
In his last second of life, he realizes what Korra was trying to tell him: I thought I knew you.
If you would like to see the companion piece I drew, go to my tumblr [paisleyhearts] and click on the link labeled "My Amorra". You will find anything you need there.
