It's been a while, but we're back.

Song: "You're Gonna Go Far, Kid" by The Offspring

Verses:

"Now dance, fucker, dance. Man, he never had a chance…"

"There's something in your way and now someone is gonna pay, and if you can't get what you want, well, it's all because of me."

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Characters: Azula, Aang

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Rating: M (Language, Violence, Sexual Situations)

Word Count: 3,366

Published on: 01/04/2015

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Additional Notes/Thoughts/Warnings: Bondage, Non-con. There is no happy ending here.

Any annotations* will be explained at the end author notes.

"Something's coming!" Toph's tent receded back into the ground. She could feel the earth rumbling beneath her. The rest of Team Avatar jumped out of their tents.

"What is it?!" Sokka shouted.

"All I can say is that it's big, metal, and it's coming. Fast."

"Everyone, get back on Appa!" Aang commanded. The bison took flight, but nearly crumbled to the ground before recovering and taking off.

...

Only a few miles away, a huge metallic tank roared through the ground, ripping through the grass and dirt, paving a way directly to the Avatar.

The war machine abruptly stopped, and from the hatch three women emerged.

"Why'd we stop, Azula?" Ty Lee asked. "They're so close."

"When I was only a girl, Father and I used to hunt together." Azula shot her piercing gaze towards Ty Lee. "Do you know what the most exhilarating part of the hunt is?"

"I...uh...t-the...hunting?" Ty Lee's voice shrunk.

"Precisely." Azula answered back. "You stalk the prey, you give it hope, and then you take it all away when you go in for the kill."

"You're so demented." Another low, monotone voice came. "What are you going to do when you catch him?"

"Don't worry, Mai." Azula looked at the trail of white fur that stretched before them. "We'll catch him soon enough."

...

Before they had realized how long they had been flying, the sun was rising on the horizon. Another crash woke everyone from their lackluster slumber.

"Appa can't go anymore, guys. This is it." Aang fell over into the ground. "Can we manage any sort of rest?"

"They've stopped. I don't feel anything right now." Toph replied.

"More to the point, how are they tracking us?" Sokka asked. "I mean it's like," he placed a hand on Appa, and sleepily slipped down into his face. "It's like, there's a trail that leads them..." He looked at the bunch of white fur in his hand. "...Right to us."

"No way." Katara's jaw dropped. "Appa's shedding."

"So what can we do now? If we can't ride Appa, how are we supposed to get away?"

Aang grabbed a handful of Appa's fur and let it fall to the ground. "I've got an idea." He nodded.

The nearby river was soon flooded with white. They spent the last hour washing off all of Appa's loose fur, and the rest of Team Avatar was quite skeptical about Aang's plan.

"This plan isn't going to work." Toph said.

"Yeah, even if we do that, they'll still follow a trail, and they'll catch you or us." Sokka added.

"What else can we do?" Aang said. "If we stick together, we'll all be caught."

"Aang, what if they decide to follow your trail?" Katara asked.

"I'll be fine, Katara. I can handle one person." He smiled. "And I'm sure you three can handle one person." He opened his glider while holding a bag full of fur. "They'll lose their lead, and we'll all meet up. Everything will be alright."

"I'm not so sure, Aang. I don't think we should-"

"No time! It's coming again!" Toph shouted.

"We don't have a choice! Everyone get on Appa!" Aang shouted. "I'll meet you again later." Appa and Aang took to the sky, and flew into separate directions.

...

"Which way did they go?" Ty Lee asked herself aloud while looking at the two trails of fur before her.

"Take a close look, Ty Lee." Azula pointed to the canopy. "Doesn't that look odd to you?"

"It looks like something crashed into the tree." Ty Lee observed.

"Exactly. Something huge crashed into the tree." Azula rubbed her chin with a sense of victory. "And as we know, there are only two of them that can fly." Azula pointed towards the trail that led towards the plains. "The Avatar went this way."

Aang reached an old deserted village, where the bag he had stored the fur in had emptied into the sandstone streets.

This is it. He thought to himself, and landed in the main street of the village. With short breaths, he looked around, and walked into a small shop.

The sun was barely able to light the small interior of the dusty store. Aang looked over the counter, sat down behind it, and waited.

A fear began to creep over him, as hour after hour passed. What if they followed Appa? He'd thought that they could take on one person, but in reality, he had hoped that their pursuer would follow him.

At least he could-

Then he heard it.

The screeching gears of Azula's war machine. The engine halted, he heard a hatch open, and then he heard voices.

"The trail ends here." A bored voice stated.

"That's obvious, Mai." Another voice with a sinister tone answered. "Ty Lee, you go that way."

"Okay." Another perky voice answered.

"Mai, you go that way."

"Right." The monotone voice came again.

Aang took a deep breath. Three? Three people? He smacked his head against his staff. How am I going to get out of this? He took another deep breath, and leaned against the counter. Footsteps began to echo in the small store, the gravel under one of their steps was like a nail through his ear. His heart was begging to jump out of his chest. It's now or never.

"Hey!" He popped out from the counter to see a woman with brown hair, she jumped back when he appeared, and let out a small yelp. "You looking for me?"

Aang was disappointed to see that she looked quite friendly. His expression was soft, and just as surprised hers. But she was hunting him, and he had to get away.

"Azula He's-!" She yelled, but was interrupted by Aang when he swung his staff, and sent a wave of air towards her. Her breath rushed out of her lungs, and she flew backwards to crash into the back wall. A cloud of dust filled the small store. Aang turned around, and ran through the back. Breaking through the back, he exited the building.

"Ty Lee!" He heard the sinister voice call out in the store. Behind him, another woman entered his vision, she pulled her arms back, launched two daggers towards him, and a sharp pain cut into his side. A streak of red began to form, and blood ran down his torso.

She tossed another towards him, he twirled his staff, and shot a ball of air back at her. It struck her, and sent her back, skidding across the sand. Just then, he saw the other two exit the store.

"Stop Avatar! Or else!" He struck the ground, sending up a cloud of sand, and shot it forth, causing a sandstorm that would hopefully slow them down. Through the thick dust, he ran back, took off on his glider, and began to gain altitude.

A crackle of lightning shot from behind him that pierced his glider, causing it burst into flames. The embers from it fell and singed his back. The stinging sent a pain through him that broke his grip, and he fell to the ground. He crashed into the sand, and heard a crack that surged pain through his arm.

With his functioning right arm, he picked himself up.

"Hey!" He heard the perky voice behind him, and turned to see her standing right next to him. She struck his shoulder, elbow, and wrist. His entire right side went numb, and he crumbled face-first to the ground. A hand sunk into his shoulder and turned him over.

"So, we've finally caught him." Mai asked. "Now what, Azula?"

"I've got plans for him." She replied. "Big plans."

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Hours passed, and no one saw any sign of Aang. Worry washed over them, as they returned to the river to see the tracks of Azula's machine, leading them down the same trail that Aang had created.

"Katara, look." Sokka whispered. He walked over to the shattered remains of Aang's glider. "It doesn't look good."

"I knew we shouldn't have done this." Katara held his glider in her hands. "What happened to you, Aang…?"

...

When Aang opened his eyes, he was laying on a bed. His arms still numb. His body was still aching. He tilted his head, and looked at the room* he laid in. Above him, an oppressive yellow light, across from him, a bathroom. To his left, a barred door with a caged cell around it that glowed red-hot.

He tilted his head up, and his spirit sunk when he saw the black emblem of fire, spread across a scarlet banner.

He turned his head, and as if almost on que, the door opened with a click. A guard stepped through with a heavily guantleted haaeand. He opened the cage, and Azula stepped through.

"Enjoy your nap?"

"Funny. Who are you, and what do you want with me?"

"You're serious? You don't know who I am? Don't you see the family resemblance?" Azula placed a hand over her left eye, and spoke in a mocking tone. "I must capture the Avatar to restore my honor!"

"Oh." Aang spat out. "That explains you're demented attitude." Azula waved her hand, and the guard left the room.

"We'll need to be alone for what I have in store for you." She eyed his still body, and he saw her frown. "We can't have that now."

"We can't have what?" She ripped open his shirt, and placed a hand on his bare chest. Lightning skipped across her arm, and he felt a jolt run through him. His muscles tightened, and he sunk into the bed.

"There we go. Nice and easy." She stood up again.

"What did you..."

"Paralysis."* Azula smiled. "It's much more fun this way."

"If you're going to kill me, then just get it over with!"

"Kill you? I've got absolutely no intentions of that." She moved and sat down next to him. "I've got other plans for you." She ran her razor sharp nails down his chest, nearly cutting into him. "And what do you think? You must be in pain. Would you like me to...Bring you relief?"

"I'd rather die." Aang scowled.

Azula's sick grin only grew wider. "So, tell me. What temple were you from?"

"..."

"Come on now. Don't ignore me." Her breath brushed against his ear. "One. More. Time. What temple were you from?" A shock ran through him, and stopped at his throat.*

"The S-Southern Air Temple." Hoods eyes opened in shock. The unwilling answer washing fear over him.

"Tell me. Did you ever spend any time with...Women?"

"..."

"Oh, come on now. You might as well answer of your own free will." She placed her hand on his chest again.

Another shock.

"N-No. We were separated by gender."

"Interesting. Now tell me, looking at you now, you're body is unbelievable." Her fingers ran down his torso. "Your so toned. How many times did you exercise?"

"..." She raised her hand and placed it on his chest again. "Don't-!" He pleaded. "Please...Please stop."

"So, now...Avatar." She lifted her hand away from him. "Are you ready to talk?"

"What...? What do you want? Do you want information?"

"Tell me...Would you like to be with me?"

"What?"

"Would you like me to..." She leaned down and whispered into his ear. "...be your first?"

A spike in his heart-rate.

"I'd rather die...I'd rather die in the Avatar State!" He managed to fight off the lightning in his body and forced himself to sit up.

Her nails dug into his chest again, and she forced him back down onto the bed

"I guess I should expect that from the Avatar." She drew circles around his heart with her razor-like nails. "And yet, you say no." He could feel her fingertips tracing down his chest. "But your body says otherwise." Azula's hand moved down further until it was just above his erect-

"Ha!" Aang laughed in defiance. "You? Barely." He mocked her while looking at the flat surface where she expected a tent to be.

"You don't get it. I always. Always. Get what I want." She ran a heated finger to his cheek, evaporating the sweat that ran down his temples, the heat forcing out another bead out from his pores. "You can say 'no' all you want. But-"

Aang inhaled the dry air into his lungs, and blew forth a hurricane towards Azula. The breeze sent her flying towards the ceiling, she crashed into steel roof and fell back down.

"You're sick." The guard burst through the door, busted through the cage, and held his halberd at Aang's neck. "Do it. I'll welcome death at this rate." Aang scowled.

"Leave!" Azula commanded. She returned to her feet, the band that held her hair had snapped, releasing her hair to its full length around her shoulders. Messy and disheveled, she dusted herself off and turned away. "He's not worth it anyway." The guard followed her orders, and exited the room.

"Always get what you want, huh?" Aang smirked. "I didn't thin-" Before he could finish, Azula had leapt forward, her hand slapped across his mouth. In a heartbeat, lightning skipped across her arm, and another surge of electricity shot through him.

"That's better." A sinister smile stretched across Azula's lips, watching as he struggled to speak. She played with her bangs, managing to clean herself up. "Only slow, shallow breaths for you now, Avatar. Don't want to lose your breath? Just breathe slowly." Her fingers ran down his chest, across his stomach, and reached into his pants.

His only possible physical response was a look of scorn, followed by a desperate moan with her hand clutched around him. Her soft hands combined with her firm grip made it even harder to control his breathing. She caressed him with circular motions, letting her palm and fingers torturously tease him.

Then he felt a fire building. Not just in his veins, but between his legs. The warmth coming from Azula's hand began to engulf him. And as he looked down, an instant wave of regret washed over him.

Azula held him fully erect in her hand.

"How does it feel?" She held him firmly, loosening her grip at the base, then tightening her hand around him as she moved up. He twitched in here palm, a smug grin spread across her blood-red lips as she watched his muscles seize with the aching ecstasy she was forcing onto him. "Go on." She placed two fingers over his throat, and sent another shock. "Give me an answer."

"It..." He took a desperate, deep breath. "It's...Sickening." He shot another look of defiance. "You disgust me." Her hold of him tightened and she began to move with increased speed. His hips forcefully jerked into the air, his head dug into the mattress below.

"That's fine." She grinned. "I love a challenge." He pulsed, and watched as his climax dripped out of his member, and over her hand.

His muscles gave way, and he collapsed onto the bed.

"There's more where that came from." She let her tongue lick away the white liquid that hung from her hand, and smiled her devilish smile. "But I'll have to save that for another time." She blew a kiss to him, just as he lost consciousness. "Sleep tight."

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Week after week, Azula visited him, delivered her very own form of torture, and then left.

Week after week, Aang did his best to powerlessly resist until he couldn't bear it any longer. He never knew why she was doing this to him, whether she took pleasure in it, or pleasure in seeing him struggle, or if she had some other purpose. Until one day, he opened his eyes.

On this fateful day, he wasn't immobilized on a bed. Instead, he was chained onto a platform. His arms, hands, legs, and feet were bound so tightly that he couldn't even create a small breeze. Even his mouth was restricted by a heavy iron mask that seemed to pull his head towards the earth, it was a constant struggle to even keep his head up.

On this day, he found himself before the Firelord, in the Fire Nation Capital, with Azula standing by his side.

"Well done, Azula!" Ozai's voice cut deep into Aang's ears. "You've managed to do what your brother has spent the last pathetic years of his exile doing. I am proud of you."

"Thank you, Father. This victory brings me honor." She bowed.

"So, this is the young Avatar." Ozai rubbed his chin as Aang tried in vain to raise his head. "What a weak, pathetic fool." With eyes full of dread, Aang took on Ozai's assault in silence. The confident Firelord continued to berate him, relentlessly insulting his culture, his people, everything that Aang used to identify himself.

And that's when something caught his eye.

Azula had managed to walk behind Ozai. The Firelord was so caught up in his victory that he hadn't noticed. His verbal assault contained, until he was cut off by a sharp pain in his chest.

Looking at his dark armor, Aang noticed a dancing azure flame that was protruding from Ozai's chest. Slowly, painfully, he turned to face a crazed grin from his daughter.

"A-Azula...You treacherous..." He fell to his knees. Azula placed a single hand on the crown of his head.

"Good-bye, Father." Lightning skipped across her arm, the smell of singed flesh filled Aang's nostrils.

"Y-Yo...How could-"

"Oh, it's no big deal." She replied with a playful voice that sent chills down his spine. "Kings, Queens, Emperors, Empresses, they all deal with assassination. If my Father was wise, he would have known that, and he wouldn't have turned his back on me." She casually blew at her nails.

"You killed your father..."

"That's right. And now I'm the Firelord-No. Now, I'm the Empress of the Fire Nation." Azula fell onto the throne, perched her feet on top of her father's corpse, and smiled. "Now, what do we do with you?"

Aang sat in a silence that was denying everything he had just seen. This couldn't be real.

"Any ideas?" Azula playfully teased. "I did have one in mind..." She taps her chin with am innocent expression. "Guards!" She snapped her fingers. "Take Ozai's body away! And leave us."

Soon, they were alone in the massive throne room, Azula reached behind his neck, and removed the iron mask. The heavy weight being removed was a relief, and Aang managed to speak out two words that he'd never thought he'd say.

"T-Thank you." He mumbled.

"Oh, it's my pleasure." Azula replied. "Does it feel any better?"

Something was off. "Much better." He replied. She was showing him a kindness he hadn't seen before, which was refreshing, and unnerving.

"I want to make a deal with you, Avatar Aang."

"A deal? What are you talking about?"

"I want you to help me." Her grin widened. "Stand by me, and we'll rule the world."

"…You can't be serious."

"Does this face look like a joke to you?"

"Why would I help you, after all you've done to me?"

"I've gotten rid of any obstacles on my path to the throne. Now the only one that stands in my way is you." She raised an eyebrow. "And you've seen firsthand what happens to the obstacles in my way."

"…"

"No?" Azula stepped down from the throne.

"I'll never join you. You're insane." He growled back with his head held high.

"Are you sure?" She hissed back. "Some people would say that we'd make one hell of a power couple."

"I'm sure."

"Very well." She placed a hand on the crown of his head. "It's really saddens me to see you go like this, Avatar. It really does."

"Do it."

"Maybe in your next life, you'll find the eagerness and reason to bow down to your new ruler." Azula tightened her grip on his temple, digging her sharp nails into him. "I look forward to our next meeting."

"I'll be waiting for you until then, Empress Azula." He smirked and closed his eyes. Lightning skipped across her arm.

And then all he knew was darkness.

A/N:

Told you so. No happy ending.

*That's right. The room from A Change of Heart. Chapter 11 made a return.

*In A Change of Heart. One of the developments in Azula's lightning abilities: paralyzed muscles.

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