"Right here?" he hissed. "This is a terrible spot! For all we know, that guy is going to get his friends and come back and-"

"Who cares? I can tell if someone's coming, and we could fight fifty of that stupid dickweed if we needed to."

"What if someone hears us talking and-"

"You? Talking? During sex?" She arched a brow at him. "I wouldn't worry. It'd be unintelligible."

"I-I-I can talk dirty!" Only Zuko could pull off an indignant whisper.

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever."

"I can!"

"Look, we both know what's really holding you back." She backed him up against the wall, raking her nails gently down his chest as she kissed him. The bruise on his jaw ached, but it was easy to ignore. "But you're a grown man, Kanto. So what if I'm your boss?" She grinned wickedly.

"F-fuck," he whispered against her lips, opening the front of his pants one-handed. "Fine."

They knew each others' bodies by heart now; even in the dark alley, where Zuko couldn't see very well, he didn't err. His hand slid up her leg as he flipped them around, pinning her between his body and the wall; with one hand gripping her ass, supporting her weight, and the other resting on the wall above her head, he drove into her hard and fast.

She shuddered and struggled not to moan, the swift pounding of his hips keeping her immobilized between him and solid stone. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and her hands wandered below his shirt, somehow finding his back before she began to completely lose herself in the pleasure, panting, her chest heaving against his. It had become such a habit to call out his name that she struggled to hold it back, unable in the heat of her passion to remember what stupid pseudonym he'd chosen. Hadn't she just used it? She leaned forward again to scrape her teeth delicately along his neck, earning a shudder from him, and whispered so quietly, so hotly against his ear. "Z…fuck…Kanto..."

"What'd you really hire me for?" he growled, low and demanding. "Was it this?"

She'd intended to make some flippant jokes about their false identities, but he'd just escalated their game to an interesting level: staying in character. "What if it was?" she hissed back, caressing his ear with her lips.

He was breathless, but somehow he kept up the indignant, demanding tone. "Maybe I need to teach you that I'm not your toy."

It certainly felt like he was, the way he pushed so far into her that her legs spread wide and there was a sweet, deep ache in her hips. "And how are you going to do that?" she challenged him, breathless herself.

"By making you mine." He ducked his head and half sucked, half bit the side of her neck. She whimpered below him, but he didn't relent, only nuzzling against her ear and gripping her ass harder.

When her pleasure peaked, her body constricting around him, he grabbed her hair at the back of her head, hard.

"That's right," he purred. "You can posture all you want, but you love being Kanto's pretty little fuck toy, don't you?"

"I've been with a king less demanding than you," she teased, lightheaded.

"Kings are too happy and complacent," he groaned back against her ear. "If you want to be fucked hard, you've gotta find yourself banished prince. They're great at talking dirty."

Her laughter eventually turned into a moan, and was immediately interrupted by his lips.