"Are you nervous?" Hakoda asked.

"Just hold my hand," Ursa grumbled. Their fingers interlaced and she sighed, anxiously rubbing her thumb in circles along his knuckle. "I can't believe you talked me into this."

"I haven't talked you into anything yet," he pointed out.

"Well, we're here, aren't we?"

Indeed, they were back in Ozai's prison. It was a conjugal visit in Hakoda's name, but that was more to ensure privacy than anything else. They didn't want any guards watching them like last time — not during a confrontation that was so personal. It totally wasn't because Hakoda was still holding out in hope of a little action.

"I'm just going to tell him that I'm back and that he no longer holds any power over me or my children," she explained. "I'm not screwing you while he watches. And you're not screwing him while I watch. And I'm not screwing him while you watch. Are we clear?" She jabbed at his chest almost playfully, but he could tell that that the gravity of the situation was taking its toll on her.

"As long as you get closure, I'll be happy." He squeezed her hand, embarrassed by the things his drunken self had said and done when they'd first met. It had been a few months since then, and they'd entered a relationship of sorts not long after.

Ursa's pace slowed as they grew closer to the end of the hallway, and she hesitated outside the room where Ozai's cell was. "What do you want me to do? Should I wait outside?" Hakoda asked.

"I want you with me for support," Ursa decided. "Come with me. And don't do anything stupid."

"All right," he agreed. "I won't." He looked at her and cracked a smile, hoping to cheer her up, but she was staring intently at the ground and fidgeting.

"Your visitor is here," said the guard standing at the door. He thumped on the entrance as means of warning, and they stepped inside.

Hakoda hadn't really known what he'd expected Ozai to be doing when they came in, but jerking off naked had not been it. "Oh Chieftain, I was beginning to think that you'd forgotten all about me~" Ozai said seductively. He'd stretched out so that the light filtering through the barred window gleamed on his nude, muscular body as he languidly stroked his dick. "I've been so lonely without your nice fat cock to keep me company. The guards' aren't nearly as tasty as yours."

Then he did a double take and noticed Ursa standing there next to Hakoda. As he realized his mistake, he curled up in an attempt to cover himself, but it was too late.

"…Ursa?" he breathed incredulously, eyes wide. "Is it really you? Wh… I didn't think… I wasn't even sure if you were alive!"

Ursa shook her head. She'd gone stiff, and Hakoda couldn't tell if it was because she was seeing her ex-husband for the first time in years, or if she was trying to ignore the inherent sexuality of what she'd just walked in on.

Either way, she spoke calmly, her voice more level than he'd expected. "No. After everything you put me through, I'm back. And I'm here now to show you how I feel about you."

She shut the door behind them and began to pull off her coat, then her dress. "Ursa, what are you doing?" Hakoda gasped. "I thought you didn't want something like this to happen!"

"I have to do this, Hakoda," she said firmly. "It's the only way."

"But—"

"You can have his ass," she said, and that was all he needed to hear. He dropped his pants and started slathering his cock in the lotion he'd been keeping in his pocket… you know, just in case. He was already half-hard from seeing Ozai naked, and he became fully erect as he rubbed.

Already through the second, metal door and within the confines of the cell, Ursa positioned herself in front of Ozai and spread her legs. Fortunately, they'd given him a cot since last time Hakoda had visited so they wouldn't have to fuck on a pile of hay again.

"I missed you so much," Ozai breathed reverently, what appeared to be tears forming in his eyes. He reached up to stroke her cheek, but she batted his hand away. "I'm so sorry for everything… I know I don't deserve your forgiveness, but if you—"

"I don't want to hear that you're sorry," she hissed. "Show me! Show me how much you regret everything you've done!" She slammed his head into her crotch and he obediently began to eat her pussy.

Hakoda narrowed his eyes. He didn't want Ozai forgetting all about him. As Ozai buried his face in Ursa's cunt, Hakoda struggled out of his clothes and kneeled atop the bed, which really wasn't meant to support three people. He moved Ozai's ass up to a nice comfortable height and slipped in. Maybe it was just the lube or his imagination, but his hole had gotten looser, like he'd been taking a lot of dick, maybe from the guards or other prisoners. As he began to thrust, the cot creaked at a quite alarming volume beneath them, and the force of his movements rammed Ozai deeper between Ursa's legs.

Ozai pulled his head back from Ursa and got down on his forearms, inserting a pair of fingers into her cunt in place of his unskilled tongue. He used the momentum from Hakoda's thrusts to fingerfuck her, and she didn't particularly seem to mind the change in tactics. She reclined further, her back against the wall, so he could get a better angle. He added a third finger, and stopped there, finding it hard to focus on what he was doing as Hakoda's motions grew harsher and more erratic.

Ursa cried out as the fingerfucking grew too uncontrolled. Ozai hadn't exactly been trimming his nails in prison either, and it was starting to hurt. As tempting as it was to ask for one of their dicks, but she wasn't going to let Ozai have that satisfaction yet, nor did she want Hakoda's cock inside her after it had been in Ozai's ass. She yanked Ozai's fingers out of her, squeezing his slick hand and listening to the slapping of Hakoda's balls against his ass as she waited for the shaking in her legs to subside.

"That's enough," she said. Hakoda was still ramming into Ozai, but another sharp bark from her got him to stop. "Hakoda. Suck him off."

"You want me to…?" he asked, staring at her in horror.

"I can't have you coming yet," she explained. "And he's been good so far, don't you think? Doesn't he deserve a reward?"

"But I've never—" he started to protest, but she cut him off.

"Do it." She clambered off the bed, which sounded like it was going to collapse if all three of them kept at it anyways. Slipping her fingers into her pussy, she fingered herself with much more finesse and attention to detail than Ozai had ever possessed.

Ozai smirked and swung his legs down off the bed as Hakoda hesitantly knelt before his neglected cock. He tried to ignore the smug look on his face and focus on the task at hand, but that wasn't exactly a better option. He at least took solace in the fact that it wasn't a very impressive dick. He'd thought it had a nice shape, but seeing it up close, he noticed that it had a funny bend to it, curving a little bit to the left.

He shut his eyes and wrapped his lips around the head. It wasn't as good as Ursa's pussy; in fact, it tasted dirty and grimy, but maybe that was just because Ozai didn't exactly get the chance to wash his cock much in prison.

"I shouldn't even be here," Ursa spoke softly. Hakoda could hear that she was still rubbing herself, judging by the wet sounds coming from behind him. "You don't deserve my forgiveness, let alone to be in my presence. But no matter what…." She gasped and moaned under her own touch. "…part of me… never stopped loving you."

"I know I made some mistakes," Ozai said in what was the understatement of the century. "I just wanted it to be the way it was when it was just the two of us. When I didn't feel like I was competing for your love."

"You wanted too much. You knew it was between your family and your own selfish ambitions…"

Hakoda sucked more gently, trying to hear their conversation from between Ozai's thighs. He was surprised to hear that they'd loved each other at all; from the way Ursa had talked about him, she'd made it sound like there'd never been anything between them and that he'd probably been gay anyways. A firm hand pushed him forward, sending the cock deeper down his throat, and he gagged.

"But it's over now," Ursa continued. "I'm with Hakoda now, and he treats me better than you could. Not to mention he gives much better head."

"Somehow, I doubt that," Ozai said about the pitiful blowjob, a smirk in his tone. Hakoda bit his cock and he squealed like a little girl, but didn't retaliate.

"Well, he eats my pussy great. Not like you'd understand."

As Ursa knelt next to him at the bedside, Hakoda pulled away from Ozai's dick. Thinking they were about to kiss, he leaned in to meet her lips, but she instead turned to the boner before them.

"This is how he likes it," she explained. Her mouth enveloped his cock most elegantly, bobbing up and down along the shaft. Hakoda reached for her cunt and massaged her clit, his fingers venturing into her hole. Together, they licked up and down Ozai's dick until their mouths met at the bottom, his tip twitching between their twirling tongues.

Hakoda continued to pump at Ursa's cunt until her breathy gasps turned to screams. Her legs quivered, unable to support her weight even in her kneeling position. Ozai was jerking off by now, his fist a blur, even as Hakoda still tongued his head. He came in Hakoda's mouth, who swallowed his cum in a few swift gulps.

"Come on, Ozai," Ursa said through heaving breaths as she recovered from her orgasm. She reached out with one shaking hand and her fingers locked with his. "We're together again, and we have Hakoda to thank for it. Let's show him how much we appreciate all he's done for us."

Hakoda ignored her strange wording, focused more on finally getting to climax above all else. He'd already wrapped a hand around his cock and started to masturbate vigorously, but it was soon replaced by the warm mouths of the hottest parents in the Fire Nation. He shut his eyes and let them work, finally able to relax, but he noticed that their attention to his dick was quickly diminishing.

Looking down to see what had happened, he saw them locked in a passionate kiss. Ursa was even crying a little bit, and Ozai was the most emotional he'd seen him. Right when he needed it most, no one was sucking his dick, and that was outrageous.

Annoyed, not to mention confused, he started to jerk off again. He still needed to come, and if he had to make it happen himself, he would.

"I missed you too," Ursa breathed against Ozai's lips. "Every day…"

"I'm so sorry…" Ozai gasped into her mouth. The gross wet sounds of their makeout intensified. "I can change… I'll do it for you…"

"Put another baby in me~" Ursa screamed, and Ozai thrust her down onto the dirty prison floor, kissing her violently.

Hakoda blew his load right across both their faces, but this did nothing to deter them. He briefly considered pissing on them, but his anger was quickly becoming secondary to his growing horror.

"What have I done…"

—

"I'm not telling him. I don't want to be in the room for this," Hakoda said firmly. Waiting outside Zuko's office in the palace, he leaned against the wall, folding his arms stubbornly.

"You can't deny that you played a big part in this," Ursa pointed out.

"He doesn't need to know that this was all because of a threesome!"

"A threesome?" Zuko echoed, appearing out of nowhere and scaring the shit out of them.

Hakoda nearly jumped backwards, startled. There was no way out of this. "I had a threesome with your parents, and now they're back together," he explained.

"You—? Mom, how could you!?" Zuko shouted.

"Deep down he's still the man I fell in love with!"

"But Mom!" He sputtered and struggled for words. "He tried to destroy the world! And he tried to kill me a bunch of times!"

"He can change!"

Zuko suddenly turned on Hakoda. "This is all your fault!"

"My fault!? I was just trying to help you! Well… at least at first…"

"Fine! It's all Dad's fault!"

"Everything's your dad's fault!" Hakoda cried.

Zuko waved his hands, cutting everything off. "You know what? I'm done. I don't want to hear about any of your love lives anymore. Hakoda, I'm going to fuck Sokka AND Katara, and we'll see how you like that!"

"You can't — !" Hakoda stammered, but Zuko had a point. "…Actually, that's fair."

Zuko stormed off, and they both watched him go, an awkward silence settling over them.

"So… are we still together?" Hakoda offered Ursa his hand.

She smiled coyly and took it. "Of course. We'll just have to get used to sharing."

-FIN-