Author's Note: AND FINALLY, without further ado, I introduce you to the true plot of this story! -gasps and applause- xD
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Zuko and I sat in silence for a few long moments, staring at each other in shock. It was almost as if we had no clue what just happened or what took over us- like we had been possessed. My body was still humming, and he was breathing hard. We were both bare, unclothed. But for some reason, shocked.

I sank to the ground. "What… the actual fuck?" I managed, trying to smooth my hair. It was still in its braid, although mussed up.

"I… I really do not know. I'm sorry," Zuko said, his face tingeing red and awkwardness coating every word.

"There's nothing to apologize for, I'm just… what just happened?" I shook my head as I spoke.

"Well, we had sex," Zuko offered, unhelpfully. I glared at him, and he cracked a small and unsure smirk, his normal air of 'better-than-thou' returning, if even just a little bit.

"Well, obviously, Mr. Honor. I am thoroughly aware of that but it was…" I trailed off, unsure.

"It was amazing, honestly. The best I have ever had. Mr. Honor?" Zuko quirked an eyebrow, looking at me incredulously.

"Sokka's nickname for you. Was it really?"

"Yes. I have my share of concubines at the palace, though I rarely use them, and even though they're trained to pleasure me it was… nothing like... well, nothing like this."

"I'm not trained to pleasure you, and I really did no pleasuring," I protested. It was true, Zuko had full control.

"The way you acted, Katara. Like my touch mattered and like you really enjoyed it, it wasn't fake or acting," Zuko's voice grew soft as he looked at me, his expression somehow strange.

"Well… I did. I mean, I've only ever had Aang, and-" I cut off, the strange icy feeling running through my veins again. It was as if I was taking Fire Nation Bath Scenters, which were known to make people go insane if ingested, rumoured to make veins feel as if they were freezing over.

"What?" Zuko looked concerned, crouching over me.

"Nothing," I answered with a sigh. "I came out here to figure out some things and right now, I'm more confused than ever!"

"What did you come out here to figure out?"

I balked, biting my lip and trying to organize my thoughts before I said them out loud as jumbled as they were in my head. "Sokka said you were acting strange, and he thinks you're in love with me. And… I think I have something for you. Love, maybe. But I'm not sure. Because I still… my heart still hurts when I think of hurting Aang because I never wanted to hurt him, but I'm not happy with him! And then with I think of you, it's… different. I mean, I've always admired you. Hated you, but had a thing for you. Now it's just out in the open and I'm trying to figure out what to do. All because of that… that damn dream!"

Zuko started and leaned close to me. "Dream?" He sounded anxious suddenly, and his good eye was wide.

I could feel my face heating up under his gaze. "I had a dream…"

"We were bending… and it ended up with us having sex?"

"Well, that's a good paraphrase, but yeah- how did you know!?"

"I had that dream, too… And then you ended up in the Fire Nation, at the Palace."

My jaw dropped, and I gaped at Zuko. Despite the warmth of the air, I was getting goosebumps all over my skin. "B-but… how did we both have the same dream?"

"Well…" Zuko sat on the ground next to me. "Throughout my life, my mother and Li and Lo both told me these stories. About a Dream Demon. Hissastsu Nikuyoku. He- or she- always seems kind, benevolent even. He appears in dreams, or in the form of dreams, often taking shape as lust to his targets, driving them and compelling them to do things they normally wouldn't. He can appear in life as a friend or companion, always being someone beautiful, easily earning trust. Then he targets the one- or ones- who love them most and sends them into frenzy. In the end it's often death or terrible pain for one or all of his targets," Zuko trained his molten gaze on me as my brain processed this information, and a chill traveled up my spine, sinking deep into my bones, turning to a chilling, deadly fire in my veins.

"Aang…" I managed through lips that didn't want to move.

"Yes," Zuko agreed. "We're in danger- but so is Aang."

"What do we do?" I cried.

"I… don't know. I've never heard of anyone who beat Hissatsu Nikuyoku."

"But we have to get to Aang!"

"The best we can do is wait, Katara. He'll be here sooner or later," Zuko was trying to soothe me, but my heart was already pierced.

"Wait? He'll die! Or get hurt, Zuko! And it's my fault because of a stupid dream that made me think I was in love with you!" I wailed, anger turning to fury, fury I didn't know where to direct.

Zuko's hands were placed on my shoulders as he stood, hauling me up with him. "Katara!" His voice took on a commanding air and I stopped, hiccupping and trying to swallow the lump in my throat. "Listen to me. The Demon takes the form as lust. Sex drive. It doesn't make you feel in love with someone. You have to separate your own feelings from what it makes you feel. Don't get hysterical. Just concentrate. You can't help anyone if you're so confused."

"B-but what about you?"

"I know how I feel," Zuko's voice dropped, almost to a whisper, and he trained his eyes past me.

"And how is that?" I challenged.

Zuko didn't respond. The silence swelled as he stared at me, as if he was trying to memorize everything about me, until finally, he pulled me into a hug, squeezing me tightly with his face in the crook of my neck. His hair was down, tickling my face, and he smelled of smoke and spices. And at that moment, I had my answer. Zuko wasn't just a pawn of the demon. Zuko loved me. And in a strange, twisted way, through all of this… I was pretty sure I loved him too.

"I still have to find Aang," My thought was spoken aloud, and Zuko released me from his embrace and nodded.

"He'll be in the Air Temple?"

"I… I think so. I hope so. Let's go."

"Katara. You're naked."

"… Oh. Oops," I tried to laugh, but it didn't work. My mind was weighed down far too much.

"I'll go grab you some clothing from Toph's house and tell them a little of what's going on, mostly that we must leave. I'll pull some strings and get us quick transportation. Okay?"

I nodded. "Okay," And Zuko was pulling on his clothes and striding through the woods, leaving me with my thoughts alone until he returned.

The benevolent voice had returned to Aang regularly in his meditations. It was giving him offhanded instructions on how to win his Katara back. He was distraught, and willing to listen to nearly anything at this point, although normally he would be concerned. The second the voice spoke, his entire body relaxed and he felt he could trust it.

"I think it is time I reveal myself to you, Avatar," The voice said today. He could never quite place the gender, but the voice was soft and cool and gave him the feeling of sinking into a nice, steaming bath after months of grime building up on him, relaxing him and washing all of his worries down the drain.

"Okay," Aang agreed, nodding. Slowly, in his mind's eyes, a figure began to fade in.

She was a beautiful woman with light, flawless mocha skin and curves overlaying light muscles. Her legs were long, ending in dainty feet. She had womanly hips and perky breasts with darker nipples. Her shoulders were slim and rounded, her hands small and slender with long, delicate fingers. Her lips were full and bloodred and her eyes were a blue so pale, they bordered on white. Long black hair cascaded down her shoulders like an onyx waterfall. Aang was wonderstruck; he had never seen such an incredible woman. He mouth flew open and he could feel himself growing hard just under her stare.

"I am Yunru, young Avatar. I am here to aid you in returning to your love, is that not what you wish?" Her voice had changed and become clearer. It was still relaxing, but there was an edge to it that made Aang want her. It was an instantaneous reaction, as if she were a magnet pulling him to her.

"Yes," He answered. "I want Katara back somehow."

"All you must do, young Avatar, is listen to me and I shall guide you," Yunru said soothingly, stepping toward the Avatar and tilting his head upwards by placing her hand under his chin. Her touch made Aang shudder- in a good way. "I shall be your companion in this quest to find your woman, if you would so wish."

"Y-you can do that?"

"Materialize into the world? Of course, young Avatar."

Something about that struck Aang as wrong, and he opened his mouth to speak, but her hand pressed to his lips. "Do not fret, Aang," She whispered, his name lilting from her mouth as if it was a song. His body shuddered and felt as if he had just released during sex, a small sound of pleasure escaping his throat as the woman in front of him smiled pleasantly. She was harmless, a benevolent spirit here to help him. Aang knew that for a fact, now. "Release yourself from your meditation, Aang, and I shall return with you," Her voice was in his ear, her breath warm and moist.

Aang's eyes flew open as he returned his focus to the real world. He was painfully erect. Aang groaned. Normally his urges were simple to satisfy and never bothered him in this way.

"Would you like help with that, Avatar?" Yunru was standing in front of him, as serene and beautiful as she was in his mind. Aang was almost shocked, despite her saying she would return with him. It seemed like a beauty as brilliant as Yunru's couldn't truly exist.

"H-help with what?" Aang stammered. She couldn't be talking about his…

"You are hard, and it looks painful," She was talking about his penis. He wanted to object, but as the beautiful woman crouched in front of him, pulling at his pants and pulling him into her mouth, he couldn't seem to find the words. His head fell back, and she used one hand to push him into a laying position on the ground as she worked him with her mouth. Something about it was so familiar, the way her tongue flicked his tip and then she took all of him into her mouth, all the way to the hilt. He bucked his hips, writhing on the ground as his orgasm built up and she proceeded to suck faster. He brought one hand up, fisting it in Yunru's hair and then cried out as he came, and she swallowed it all down, a sound similar to a purr rising from her throat.

"K-Katara!" Aang cried, then immediately turned as red as a tomato. Yunru sat up from her position over his crotch, licking a fleck of his seed from her plump lips. She smiled sympathetically.

"We will get your Katara back, Avatar, do not worry," She assured him, not put off or insulted by Katara's name, but pressed a kiss to his lips. Aang could feel himself grow hard again immediately. Who was this kind, beautiful woman and how was she doing this to him?

"But how?"

"I have a plan. Let us walk, and I shall explain?"

"Of course." Aang stood, fixing his pants, and the two began to walk along the cliffside.

"She is taken by the Fire Lord, Zuko. But you must remember, you were first. You can get her back. You must go to her, before anything, and tell her exactly what you want. And what is it that you want?"

"I want her back in my arms. She's my wife,"

"Exactly." Yunru smiled, but turned her head from Aang. In the light, her eyes flashed into a pupil less white, her teeth lengthening into nearly fangs and her skin morphing for a whole moment, before returning to normal, and she faced Aang again. Hissatsu Nikuyoku would prevail, this time- and no one had a clue.