an au of an au what an aud thing to do

[browsofashark]

WHO: Mako, Korra, and Hei
WHAT: Threesome. Why not.

[Mako usually doesn't bother coming home early, even when he gets the chance. In fact, he generally avoids it. Living alone with your ex-girlfriend (an ex simply because she doesn't remember ever being his girlfriend) is awkward. And uncomfortable. And yes, despite both their best efforts, he can hear her masturbating.

So seriously, it's better for everyone involved that he just be at home as little as possible (even if he can't bring himself to actually move out). But today he's tired and he doesn't want to find ways to kill time until it's safe to go home. He just wants to go home and get some sleep.

He sighs and opens the front door.]

Korra, I'm back. [No response. Is she still at the Welcome Center? He thought she had off today... Then he hears her scream.]

KORRA!

[He's rushing up the stairs and towards her voice without a second thought. It doesn't matter how awkward things are between them, he won't hesitate to act if she's in trouble. Though he may want to start verifying that she's actually in trouble.]

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[mortemscintilla]

[ Fucking a girl under the same roof as her ex-boyfriend is awkward. For the average person, anyway. But as far as tallies go, this isn't even on the scoresheet for Hei. When your messier code is BK201, when you navigate through life in terms of expedience and self-benefit, snatching any fragment of relief where it's available to you, you don't care about niceties like morality or decency or giving a toss about the other guy's feelings. You want. You take. It's simple as that. ]

[ Not that anything abut this mess with Korra is simple. ]

[ Buried in her balls-deep, canted in liquid heat and pulse, Hei just barely keeps it together as she crests under him -- messily, gorgeously. Her scream is skin-crawling, her body flexing all around him, hands clutching at his hair, her sex a wild fluttering that feeds a gallop of urgency in his own hips, sensations building, fragmenting, then crashing. He comes like stars fall -- a shocking flare in the darkness, a vertiginous plunge, a swish of stardust glittering in its awake, hypnotic and so-fleeting. ]

[ Panting, he sags against her. Thinks bitterly that it should be simple -- sex. Because it is, at least the mechanics. If all people ever had to experience were the technicalities of Tab A to Slot B, they'd all be fine. It's the shit that goes along with it. And it only gets worse. ]

[ The thought -- brief and several degrees too mundane to be classified as a satori -- nonetheless distracts him. But not enough to ignore the distant click of the door downstairs, tailed by a shout and thudding footsteps. Great. That Mako kid's home early. Scowling, Hei begins to straighten -- just before the door jerks open, framing the intruder's gawping face. ]

[ Fuck. ]

[ Korra should really install a better lock. And sound-proof her room. ]

[browsofashark]

[This was a bad idea, Mako manages to think dimly. Korra and some guy are tangled together like two spider snakes, naked and sweaty and —]

Okay. You are not in trouble. Obviously. So I'm just going to...go. Now. Uh. Carry on.

[He salutes (why is he saluting?!) and executes a perfect military turn, to face a closed door. He tries not to listen to Korra as she shouts and curses and whacks him with airbending. He grabs the doorknob.]

...it's locked.

[mortemscintilla]

[ Congratulations, Mako. You've hit upon the curse du jour. Ten on ten. Gold star. ]

[ While Korra caterwauls and pelts the young man with air-blasts, Hei settles on the edge of the bed, his movements slow as if he's unconvinced there is any reason why he and Korra should stop what they are doing. If Mako were unfortunate enough to glance around at the moment, he'd get a chance to see more of Naked Dude than he'd ever want to, before Hei reaches for an edge of the bedsheet to make himself semi-decent. It'd be easier to put his clothes on. But there's the rub: the curse refuses to let him and Korra dress again. Each time he tries to drag his pants on, or slip into his shirt, the garments slip from his hands to materialize in the unlikliest spots -- dangling from the ceiling fan, plastered to the wall, hanging off the light fixtures. ]

[ It's beyond annoying. It's fucking certifiable. ]

[ But Hei tamps down the impatience, letting it stew while he chucks the condom in the dustbin, before dragging all ten fingers through his rumpled hair. ]

[ At length, ]

This is why most people knock before barging in.

[ You dug your own grave, Mako. ]

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[browsofashark]

I THOUGHT SHE WAS IN TROUBLE!

[anatural]

WELL I WASN'T! [Korra yanks the bedsheet up to cover her breasts, not noticing or caring whether Hei can cover himself. Things are awkward enough between her and Mako without him getting an eyeful of her freshly fucked.] Now get out!

[She'll break down the door herself if she has to. As Mako snottily tells her I already said it’s locked!, she wraps the sheet more tightly around her so she can get up and start kicking the door. She's broken the door off its hinges before during curses; she knows she's strong enough to do it with just a few blows. So when it fails to oblige her, she's forced to concede.]

It's cursed.

[mortemscintilla]

[ She yanks the sheet off before Hei can protest, leaving him exposed to the cool air. His skin is pebbled with drying sweat, and his erection hasn't yet received the message to stand down. Exhaling, he drops his paired hands into his lap, squeezing them together as if to reign his temper in. The melted-chocolate goodness of blowing his wad -- always such a brief spell in his case -- has already evaporated, replaced by the same old yoke of rigidity in his shoulders. Accompanying it is a belly full of angry snakes and a headache built for keeps. The way they're both screaming and carrying on, it'd be simpler -- gloriously easy -- to knock them out with a choice electric-shock. Keep them under until midnight arrives, and he's free to leave. ]

[ Instead he takes another slow breath, resisting the urge to order them, Shut the hell up and find somewhere to sit. His voice issues neutral, deceptively disinterested, from his lips, ]

You could've at least set up a mini-fridge in here.

[ Hunger is already creeping in on him, another rude and offensive guest in a houseful of screaming teenagers. Just what he needs. ]

[anatural]

[Korra glares at Hei.] I'm sorry I didn't anticipate being trapped in my own room. You can hold out 'til midnight. What time is it, anyway?

[Five, Mako answers gloomily. SEVEN HOURS. Seven hours Korra and Hei could have spent having sex and sleeping, if only Mako hadn't busted in. Seven hours which wouldn't have seemed so impossibly long. But because Mako just had to come home early and had to play the hero, she's stuck here butt naked, trapped between the guy she's dating and the guy she used to be in love with. She groans and bangs her head against the closet door. This is the worst.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Look on the bright side. There's a connected bathroom they can still use if nature calls. And with the window half-open, Hei can tie a cord around one of Korra's baskets and lower it so that potential delivery guys can nestle a bucket of fried chicken and a few bottles of beer inside. All in all it's not too bad. A glass half-full. ]

[ Yeah right. ]

[ He ignores both Mako and Korra, his brain unscrolling a full ream of things he has no intention of saying aloud, Instead, plucking his Network device from the nightstand, he sends the necessary texts to Pai, informing his sister (with a strict degree of self-censorship) of his circumstances, cancelling a rendezvous with an informant in the Underground, briefing Yin to keep a specter on watch for Pai in his absence, and in general rearranging his schedule to accommodate the City, which at the moment is looking remarkably like a meddlesome yet surprisingly filthy-minded yenta. ]

[ Seven hours. He lifts one hand to massage his pounding temples. His gaze flits with a dull interest from Korra to Mako. Seven hours with a couple of kids. If it were Korra and himself, it'd be a different matter. There are a dozen ways -- satisfying, inventive -- to keep themselves occupied. Mako is another story. Not a rival, exactly. But not someone he should let his guard down around, either. He's not going to toss the kid an olive branch and invite him to play a game of checkers to pass the time. ]

[ Eventually, to Korra, who is thumping her head against the closet, ]

Giving yourself a concussion won't help. [ A beat, ] Or it might. If it knocks you out.

[ Such a sparkling conversationalist. ]

[browsofashark]

[Look, Mako isn't any happier about this. He can mostly handle being alone with a fully clothed Korra, but seeing her like this — tousled, barely covered, oozing sex and sensuality even as she throws a childish hissy fit... it's doing nothing good for his heart. Or his wang. He's just glad his pants are loose enough that no one can see the effect she's having on him, and her boyfriend's complete failure at being a boner killer. What does Korra see in this guy anyway? He looks like a thug, no matter how he tries to hide it behind artfully tousled hair and lean muscles (which aren't any better than Mako's own muscles, anyway).]

Don't talk to her like that.

[mortemscintilla]

[ Not that loose, Mako. Especially not for someone who perceives people through a glass wall of scientific interest, cataloging quirks, weaknesses, deceptions, patterns of behavior. ]

[ If anything, Hei thinks with a dim frission of amusement, the boy's body-language is as tropistic as a sunflower. It's like he brightens when he sees Korra, can't be in the same room without some part of his body angled toward her. Hei knows what that's like, because he'd been that way around Amber -- keeping time to her movements, knowing with no small shock that it was synchronicity, that he was so infatuated with her. Mako is the same. The way he tries to not-look in her direction, he reminds Hei of a dumbstruck adolescent who's just discovered porn. ]

[ When Mako snaps at him, the cold amusement seeps deeper, sparking the tips of his always-wired nerves. Not a sense of challenge. More the piqued curiosity of a wolf nipped at by a puppy. ]

[ He ignores Mako completely, as if the boy is beneath his condescension. Tips an eyebrow at Korra instead, remarking, ]

He's got the loyal part down. Does he get on his hind legs and beg for treats too?

[anatural]

[I’m going to kill both of them. Korra steps between the two boys as Mako bristles and starts to advance. Yet while Mako may be the one initiating the physical aggression, something in Korra's posture indicates that he's the one she's trying to protect.]

Knock it off, both of you. We're stuck here for who knows how long, and two of us literally can't put our clothes back on. Can we just try to get along?

[When Mako backs down (with obvious reluctance), Korra lets out a relieved sigh, and looks around for a place to sit. The most obvious place is the bed, where Hei already is, but with Mako in the room, that doesn't feel like a good idea. Yet her body aches for some kind of contact. She has weeks of accumulated sexual frustration that she and Hei had only just started chipping away at. So she compromises by settling on the floor, her arm brushing against Hei's leg.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ A cool furl of interest goes through Hei at Mako's endearing display of alpha-male chest-thumping. Ah, to be young, dumb, and full of cum, your hormones screaming in your veins like four-year olds pitching a tantrum at the supermarket. If the haze of resentment weren't clouding Mako's judgement, if he stepped back and assessed the situation with his primitive midbrain, he'd catch the latent vibes Hei isn't bothering to disguise. Except he's an utter blockhead by the looks of it, and lovestruck besides, so rather than running for the hills the way his far more sensible ancestors might have, he is trying to pick a fight with an obvious predator. ]

[ So much for that 'stranger-danger' radar these streetkids are famous for. ]

[ With expressionless regard, he watches Korra steer Mako away. Doesn't respond to her scolding words, except to tip his shoulder -- concession, dismissal. When she settles at the floor by his feet, he's a touch startled. In light of the awkward currents dancing in the air, he was expecting her to remain at a distance from both him and Mako. That she doesn't is telling. ]

[ He pauses a beat, then, almost as if petting a cat, lets his fingers curl around to bunch in the loose hair on her nape. Lets them rest there in an assurance and an imperative. He can feel the blood seeping down from his brain as his gaze settles on her -- idle, speculative. Her wild hair is haloed with honey-brown wisps, skin all dewy with a freshly-fucked glow, and with the sheet wrapped around her, she looks like a sultan's favorite concubine, lounging around, a private harem of one. ]

[ In a different tone, more private, as if Mako is no longer in the room, he says, ]

I could order up a meal. They can deliver it from the window.

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[browsofashark]

[It takes every bit of strength Mako possesses not to snap Get a room! when Korra and her little boyfriend start getting all cuddly. They have a room, after all — Korra's room. Into which he and the ache that sinks down from his heart to his balls are intruders.

To avoid throwing any poorly considered fireballs, Mako throws himself onto the floor in the farthest corner. Of course it gives him a great view of Korra's body. The whole tableau of them is perfect masturbation material; her boyfriend looks just enough like him that Mako can easily take his place in his mind. Don’t think about jerking off. His erection throbs defiance. With the way Korra looks, with the smell of sex in the room, how could he possibly hope to turn himself? The best he can hope is that his balls don't explode.]

[anatural]

[Distance would definitely be the smart thing. But frankly, Korra's not about to go entirely out of her way to accommodate Mako's feelings. He certainly didn't do it for her back when she was in love with him and he was dating Asami. She's not going to pretend she & Hei aren't close. Mako's the one who barged in on them. He gets to live with the consequences.

She doesn't shiver when he touches her neck, but it's clear something passes through her; without thinking about it, she leans just a little into him. (She notices the way Mako's positioned, the clear view he has of both of them. Somehow, it's not a turn-off. It might even turn her on... just a little.]


You're not really hungry already, are you? [I should be asking myself the same question. She came not even ten minutes ago and she's already aching for another round.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Psychoanalysis outside of an assignment has never interested Hei, from either side of the couch. Even so, he's aware of Mako's vantagepoint. Aware of what the young man must be seeing -- Korra's skin mottled with hickeys, the lovely caramel-toned flesh still managing to show a bloom of rosy color from repeated sweats, hard climaxes. Aware of how he's breathing in the air redolent of sex and Korra's particular scent, while the twinge of resentment and want builds inside him. He's been made into the the quintessential loser in the car commercial, the poor idiot. Scripted to gaze longingly at the sleek blue Lamborghini Murcielago, with the 632 horsepower, turbo-charged 6.5 litre engine he cannot afford. He doesn't even possess a driver's license. ]

[ If Hei were inclined toward pity, he'd spare some for Mako. Too bad he's not. ]

[ But he thinks, with a flicker like an epiphany, that he's twigged in on a better alternative to pass the time. ]

[ Ignoring the bite of Mako's gaze, he keeps his attention fixed on Korra. It's easy to do. She curls closer, half-hidden in her dark arabesque of hair, so beautiful and small-looking and soft, and his whole body pounds with a brief tenderness that reminds him Mako isn't the only one who has trouble diverting his focus. He smiles inside, but doesn't let the feeling rise to his lips. Still, there is a glint of something darkly amused in his gaze. ]

Maybe. [ His hand skims down the slope of Korra's shoulder, fingers dangling just above her right breast. It's easy to believe it's unconscious, the way he pitches closer, leaning into the shell of her ear to murmur something quietly, but is there anything -- anything at all -- BK201 doesn't do on purpose? ]

[ Lips grazing Korra's earlobe, he breathes, ]

I think he's hungrier than both of us.

[anatural]

[Her first thought is NOBODY is ever hungrier than you, but in the next second she's twigged onto his meaning. Hungry...for sex. For her. She should feel embarrassed by it — she does feel embarrassed, a little, but not in a way that makes her try to hide and cover herself more. It makes her tingle. You can’t be serious. I can’t actually be turned on by this.]

Hei! [She elbows him as though it's his fault, even though she knows he didn't create this situation. He's just making it better worse.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Hei can practically hear Korra's pulse speeding up, her excitement overflowing. No way she isn't into it, the little minx. Pretending to be shocked. Looking back on it, he should've known she liked to be checked out, when he'd first seen her dancing at that kiddy nightclub, dark hair flying in the multicolored lights and corkscrewing confetti, skin glowy with a sheen of sweat, switching her tail to the thumping beat. She might seem all prickly up top, but she's a wicked little thing deep down. ]

[ Wisely, he keeps the remarks to himself. He doesn't look at Mako, who is still slumped in his corner, unseen but palpably present. He knows the boy is watching them both. If he was younger, Hei wouldn't have hesitated in rubbing Mako's deprivation in his face. Not a competition so much as a demo, a way to establish who'd won the game here, and who was, on the surface, a member of the less than virile breed who'd lucked out on the natural selection dance. But that was years ago, when Hei was about as enlightened as a plank. ]

[ Instead, he lets his palm rest where it is, thumb rubbing idle circles against the tip of her shoulder. Testing the waters. Seeing how far she'll take this; how much Mako can endure as a spectator before he's practically begging to be the participant. ]

[ (Would Hei let him participate, if it came to it? He isn't sure. By nature, he's not jealous so much as territorial. But more than that, he is bored and curious, and he recognizes that curiosity as the harbinger of his own penchant for risk-taking.) ]

[browsofashark]

[She elbows the guy and the movement does mesmerizing things to her breasts. Those breasts... Mako remembers how they felt, pressed against him as they kissed. They never went any farther than that; Korra was too intent on her Avatar training to spend much time fooling around, and Bei Fong kept him busy learning how to work the beat. Even across the room, her breasts feel closer now than they've ever been before. All it would take is one little slip of that sheet and he could see them. He hopes the sheet stays right where it is. The longing to touch her breasts needs to stay locked up in the darkest corners of his mind where it belongs.

He's not looking. He's definitely not looking at Korra as she leans into the guy like some wine-o stumbling out of a bar with the help of a friend. He's not using the tricks Bei Fong taught him about how to observe things out of the corner of your eye to memorize every detail of Korra's obvious arousal.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Hei is aware of Mako watching Korra. Not head-on, but from the edges of his eyes, with an intensity more burning than any direct glance could ever be. Any other time, he'd experience a prickle of cold, irritated affront. If Mako were a stranger on the street, ogling Korra with that peculiar mix of hunger and resentment, Hei wouldn't think twice about zapping his eyes out of his sockets. But he doesn't -- because the boy is here on sufferance. Allowances must be made. ]

[ And to be perfectly honest, despite his disdain, there is also a twinge of understanding for the younger man, because they both share a hot fixation, warped into two different shapes, for this shining, infuriating, incredible girl. ]

[ Even so, he can't help but needle the boy on the jagged edges of privation. He's not that kind. ]

[ Flicking the loose hair his eyes, he tips his chin to regard Mako, at once unreadable and coolly mocking, ]

Stare any harder, and you'll burn a hole into her sheet. [ A beat, before his gaze shutters -- a dark lupine amusement in the face of Mako's more earnest canine gleam. ] Unless that's what you want.

[browsofashark]

I'M NOT STARING! [He gives Korra a betrayed look as she goes Yeah, you kinda are. She says it so lightly, like it's nothing, like it's perfectly normal to be practically naked and in this situation. Like this whole thing isn't complicated and painful for him. She can be such a self-centered--]

You're the ones who can't keep your hands off each other! [Like that's actually relevant to the fight at all.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ The outburst doesn't exactly help Mako's case. If anything it curls a threadlike snake of cruel interest through Hei's chest. The observer in him always feeds most heartily on human drama, and is no more tightly tethered to morality than the average Contractor's might be. He's aware of how difficult the situation is for Mako. But he's also aware that half the boy's discomfort stems from how blithe Korra is being about everything. He's still holding onto ideas about love that are just a bit naive. Or maybe it is his ideas about Korra that are naive. Absolute. He's put her on a pedestal. ]

[ He really doesn't know her anymore. ]

[ Hei doesn't detach from Korra. Instead he palms the arc of her neck, the curve of her cheek. Strokes his fingers through the tumbled waves of her hair, which almost seem to crackle with banked heat. It's an idle gesture, like petting a fuzzy kitten. But the message is implicit: Your loss. If the boy had played his cards right, been less ambivalent about snatching what he wanted, this might've been him. ]

[ (It might still be, if Korra leaves the City and returns to her homeworld. But a kernel of cynical perception in Hei doubts it'll last.) ]

[ There's a beat, before he remarks, almost offhand, ]

Didn't peg you for a voyeur. But if that's what blows your dress up...

[ Then this is the best show you'll never have to buy tickets for. ]

[anatural]

Hei... [She tries to make it sound scolding, but she loves these little touches. She can't help leaning into it. And Mako is pissing her off just a little with his sanctimonious indignation. This isn't her fault. The fact that he wants her, the fact that they're stuck here together, like this — she didn't cause any of it.

Mako sputters and shouts defensively, and she can't take it anymore. She hurls a pillow at him, not caring that the sheet falls off her breasts.]

Cover your head if you don't like it!

[mortemscintilla]

[ It's almost comical, the innate childishness of Korra's gesture as she flings the pillow, counterbalanced by the gorgeous sight she makes, her face a little snub dollop in its tangle of hair, the sheet unraveling to show a flash of aureole, wine-dark against the round breast. He can't help but stare. Despite the mild fizzle of amusement, his skin feels light all over, prickling in the cool air. It is like wavering at the edge of a sharp cliff, disorienting and thrilling. ]

[ There's a moment in which he pauses, caught up in a gyre of calculation, self-restraint. Then his gaze drifts fromMako to Korra, and something dark and wicked unfurls inside him, as if two gears that are jammed have suddenly connected and made one smooth revolution. His hesitation falls away. ]

I think he likes it too much.

[ Wryly toneless, as if he couldn't care less. There are better ways to occupy himself. Like dipping his head to kiss Korra -- a soft slide of lips, followed by a scrape of teeth, a lewd wet ribbon of tongue. Taking his time, mapping out the contours inside her hot little mouth, while distracting himself from the rest of his own wakening body. ]

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[anatural]

[Woah okay hold it right there, Hei. Korra may be horny and a little turned on by Mako being here, but that doesn't mean you can just start making out with her in front of him.

Wait. Why not? She's been tiptoeing around his obvious longing for awhile now. Maybe it's time for him to just grow a pair and deal with it. She's not the girl he knew before. She's not sweet and innocent and pure, and she's tired of pretending to be for his sake. (Later Korra may question this train of thought, but with Hei kissing her like that, her logic feels rock solid.)]

[browsofashark]

[Mako hates her. Hates both of them, but Korra's the one whose hand slides down to the other guy's dick. It looks like a porno dick, like the dildos he's seen in the seedier parts of this city and Republic City. It looks nothing like his penis, which is thinner and honestly looks more like an eel. He shifts in his seat, shame-faced and yet only getting more aroused. A low groan escapes his throat as she suddenly takes her boyfriend in her mouth.

Fuck. He's never going to get this image out of his mind. He's going to have a boner for weeks.

Hoping that the blowjob will keep the couple distracted, Mako brings his knees up to his chest and then carefully undoes his pants with one hand. He uses his legs to hide his penis as he starts stroking. A part of him feels dirty, masturbating to Korra like this, but she's the one who started blowing her boyfriend while Mako's watching. She can't honestly expect him to feel nothing.]