HateSex

Author/Artist: MuffyTaj
Pairing: Zuko/Katara
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Theme: #27. Overflow
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, or the series.

He slammed her against a tree. "Bitch." He snarled, and bit down on her shoulder. She raked his bare back hard enough to draw blood, screaming something incomprehensible.

"Bastard." She managed to say eventually, before kicking him away from her. "Don't think you can do what you want." Her foot lashed out and caught him behind the knee, forcing him to the ground. A chunk of ice smashed into his face and in the steam that followed he reached out and yanked her arm. As she fell he rose, his knee connecting with her stomach. She gasped for air as he brought his fist down onto the back of her unprotected neck.

He grabbed her hair and pulled her up "Mine." He whispered, his breath hot in her ear. Her arms wound around his neck, though whether to embrace him or strangle him neither were sure.

"Fuck you." She panted as he licked her neck. He tore the remains of her shirt away as she slumped down to the ground. In an instant he was on top of her, attempting to pin her down. But she locked her legs around him and flipped him over, grinding herself against his groin.

"Fuck you." She whispered again, leaning over him and biting his lips. He pulled her closer to him, his grip leaving bruises. "Fuck…you…" She gasped as he violently thrust against her. She ground against him viciously, smirking as he threw his head back and growled. "Yours?" She sneered, her fingers digging into his chest, "No, you're mine." One of his hands gripped the back of her head and pulled her down, his mouth searing hot against hers, pulling together all their hate, and frustration, all their bitterness at their inability to save their precious people. It spoke of being the only ones left alive, lying there in the dirt bleeding each other dry. It spoke of hate, and sex, and hate filled sex that filled the void.

"I hate you." She said, clutching him like a safety line, digging red welts into his skin.

"Ditto." He grabbed her skirt and yanked it off and she scrabbled to tear off his pants. Together they moved, bitter and harsh as they pulled each other apart, then glued themselves back together with bits and pieces of each other. It was not love. It was knowledge shared, hatred built up for each other and all they stood for. It was knowing that the other was there, and that they were the only one who understood, but fighting it anyway because that was what was done. What had always been done.

It was the few brief minutes afterwards where they just lay there, panting and bleeding and sometimes crying, never exactly holding each other, but for the first time truly at rest.

No one ever said soul mates had to be happy.