an au of an au what an aud thing to do

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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]

[ Hei never gets tired of it -- the way Korra descends into that sweet breathlessness that signals she's close. How she plays a symphony of small kitten-whimpers, until the peak hits her, and then she spends from deep inside, in hard waves like labor, her scream wrenched almost in pain, as if from the shock of some intense intimacy of invasion. ]

[ He grips her tightly, their mouths sealed together, passing gusting breaths back and forth. His rhythm is deep and rapid now, the cock stretching and pounding her with a punishing force, even as he is overcome with the heat of her spasms, her exquisite tremors. Her scream gets swallowed into his mouth; he feeds her a dry harsh scrape from his own throat, not truly a groan except in feeling. He's not sure how much longer he can hold out; he wants desperately to come, yet he wants also to fuck her for hours, leave her a sore, rumpled, slick-skinned heap. ]

[ In the end, the most he can do is drop a hand between them. Fingers working in where her splayed sex meets his own moist taut skin, fondling her clit in a side-side flurry to stretch her climax out -- until at last he comes like a blowback from a shotgun, skull and groin and all across his body's meridians, bursting into the condom with a ragged exhalation like a death-rattle. ]

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[Mako's come long before the both of him, though somehow he manages to remain hard as they ride out their climaxes. He's never seen anything as beautiful as Korra when she comes. He tries to memorize the way she looks, because he knows he's never going to see this again. It was stupid to think that he could somehow win her through his sexual prowess, or that his love would translate into magical sex talents that would make her love him again. It's crystal-clear where her heart is.

After helping her sink onto the bed, he pulls out. Wistful longing is somewhat dampened by the smears of poop on his condom. Gross. Still, when Korra rolls over and asks him how it was, he tells her the truth.]

That was amazing.

[Now if he could just figure out how to get the condom off without touching feces...]

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[ Jelly-limbed, panting, Hei sprawls across the damp disarray of the bedspread. The air is muggy, smelling of the salt and seafoamy tang of their exertions. His skin prickles with drying sweat; he badly wants a shower. Worse, the hunger, gnawing earlier at his belly, is beginning to creep to his extremities, blurring his thoughts into a tepid, exhausted haze. The dangers of falling asleep are very real. ]

[ Forcibly, he shakes his head clear. Sits up, propped on one elbow, to regard Mako and Korra -- bright-eyed and damply-sheened like two baby seals lolling on the rocks. Taking note of Mako's condom situation, Hei winces faintly, then tosses the tissuebox the boy's way -- more out of an innate fastidiousness than any inclination to be helpful. Once that's dealt with, he chucks his own condom in the dustbin, hands working in idle, well-practiced movements. ]

[ He doesn't cuddle Korra. It's too warm, and the unfathomable want and tenderness towards her that had clogged his mind during the fuck is gone, replaced by a sense of his own stupidity and error. This wasn't a good idea. He's clear-headed enough to acknowledge that now. The situation between Mako and Korra is already a mess. But it's clearly nothing to the disaster-in-progress that exists between Korra and himself. ]

[ The look he'd seen in her eyes when she came ... the feelings that had filled him, a strange congestion ... They are to be avoided. ]

[ Eventually, in a dry attempt to dispel the mood, ]

...A big bowl of ramen right now would be more amazing...

[anatural]

[Korra is blissfully unaware right now of the emotional undercurrents running through the room. Her body feels too good to be on high alert, and Mako's presence divides her attention enough that any subtle signs she might have otherwise picked up on are missed. Everybody seems content, which makes her happy. She rolls her eyes affectionately and swats Hei's thigh as he quips about the ramen.]

Pig. See if I let you get any more ever again. I'm joking, Mako. [Added as it seems like Mako's going to jump in and defend her honor. She stretches languorously, knowing how it draws their eyes to her and enjoying it.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Watching Mako bristle to defend Korra, Hei thinks, dimly, that the boy would strangle him if he knew just how cruel and biting Hei has been to her in the past. They're usually rough with each other, the two of them; able to say the awful truth, to drive the knife home. No holds barred. Nobody shields the weak after all. ]

[ But all the surface barbs can't dispel the physical truth of Hei's softening contentment. Or how Korra can bring him back to the surface of his skin with each fuck, seal him inside his bones, force a bright connection between the Hei who wears a Contractor's facade, so cold and cutting and distant, and the Hei who likes stupid things like stargazing and sunny afternoons and the smell of crisp laundered sheets and whose mind now melts dreamily, secretly, at the edges, watching Korra arch, catlike, across the rumpled bedspread. ]

[ Against his will, Hei resettles his weight, body angled toward Korra. He doesn't touch her, but he seems almost languid, droopy-eyed, his breath warm at the curve of her shoulder. It's a lie to say he's forgotten Mako is there. But right now, the boy is an irrelevancy. Korra is the epicenter of Hei's interest -- at least until he can muster the energy to break away from her dizzying orbit, to head to the bathroom to wash up and piece his equilibrium together. ]

[ Idly, ]

Egg rolls. I can at least order up some egg rolls.

[ He is really fucking hungry okay. ]

[anatural]

You can order whatever you want. Nobody's stopping you. [She smiles at him, also forgetting Mako in her contentment. Hei's gotten so much better about not shutting down after sex, but it's still enough of a novelty that she doesn't want to pay attention to anything else; she just wants to enjoy these moments of closeness and connection for as long as it lasts.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Poor Mako. Consigned to the background like sharp-shaped wallpaper. ]

[ Hei keeps his half-shuttered eyes fixed on Korra, his breathing steadying like there's something gentle curling in his chest. He likes the warmth spreading into the gap between their bodies; likes the soft glow of her eyes, so dreamily blue. Moments like these, he feels almost like he could be done with flashbang affairs. A sentimental thought, at the end of the day, but maybe stagnating for so long in one place -- no Contractors, no battles, no Syndicate -- will do that to you. It unnerves Hei on some level, and he still isn't amenable to too much intimacy and unnecessary touches in bare little moments. ]

[ But Korra doesn't offer them, like maybe she's starting to know and understand him a little too. ]

I will, then.

[ Matter-of-fact, but with an amusement at the edges. Reaching for his Network device, he thumbs in the number for his favorite take-out place. Places an order (large enough for twelve people) before pausing, mid-type, as if remembering he and Korra aren't the only ones in the room. ]

[ To Mako, an offhand question that might be a temporary olive branch, ]

You want sake?

[ Hopefully the kid isn't as much of a lightweight as Korra. ]

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[Mako sits up and tries to ignore the moony nonsense going on between them. Yeah, he's glad he could be a sex toy in their little love affair. That’s not fair. You knew what you were getting into.]

I don't drink. [He saw how people on the streets turned to alcohol to forget their problems, and how that only made their problems worse. He promised himself he would never touch the stuff, for Bolin's sake.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Oh. Worse than a lightweight. A fucking teetotaler. ]

[ Even so, Hei keeps any hint of disdain off his face. Everyone has their own addictions, and it's no dirty secret that they're so prevalent because they're enjoyable. No one gets addicted to doing their taxes or eating their lima beans. You get addicted to things that bring you something -- respite, pleasure, distraction, oblivion. The danger comes when you choose that over the longer term consequences. ]

[ He tries not to think about it. Or to allow his mind to go through a checklist of all the ways this boy -- straight as an arrow and boring to a fault -- is nonetheless more suitable to Korra than Hei himself will ever be. Safer, more benign, at least. Instead he tips a shoulder, a dismissive Suit your own damn self, and finishes placing his order. ]

[ Settling back, he tucks an arm under his head. Reaches out after a moment, and then cards the fingers of the other hand through Korra's hair, almost as if he's degenerated to a point where he is unwilling to pass up any indulgence. Everything is to be savored, without discrimination or judgment of suitability -- because he has no idea how long the mellow atmosphere will last. In this room, in his own head. ]

1/2

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[Mako doesn't stick around to watch Hei pet Korra, or how she leans into his touch. He doesn't want to see how damn happy she looks, now that pleasure no longer drowns out the pain. It's so stupidly clear that she loves him, It's like she's been telling him all along — she isn't the Korra he knows. She's been through so much that he wasn't there for, but Hei has. It connects them in a way he'll never be able to touch.]

I'm going to the bathroom.

[anatural]

[Yeah, yeah, go to the bathroom, Mako. Korra's just going to be lying here, all but purring as Hei strokes her hair. She kisses his wrist when it gets close enough.]

How was it for you?

[mortemscintilla]

[ Hei watches Mako stomp off to the bathroom, trailing a sulky cloud behind him. It's easy enough to guess the reason behind it. Hei doesn't particularly care, but now that he's alone with Korra -- truly alone -- something makes his stomach clench with a faint, shameful queasiness. He isn't sure when he'd lost his instinct for self-protection, but he is getting more careless, and maybe more vulnerable, when it comes to being around her. He's telegraphing subtexts, secret messages, that he'd once been so good at concealing. ]

[ Forcibly, he shakes his head clear. He'll worry about it -- whatever It is -- later. Korra's question makes him blink slowly, a quiet turn of lazy contemplation. ]

Good. But ... [ A beat, in which something in his chest flutters, and he considers how much to reveal. Eventually, with a mental Fuck it, ] It's better when I have you to myself.

[ Candid but not necessarily blunt. He wants her to feel the way he's seldom successful at treating her: as precious, and singular, like the shining little light she is. But he also means, It's complicated enough between two people without tossing a third into the mix. ]

[anatural]

Yeah. [It was great fulfilling her personal fantasy, but she wouldn't want it all the time. Too much coordination, too much pausing and adjusting and acclimating. She likes the intimacy and flexibility of one-on-one.] But it was nice trying something new.

[She hesitates for a moment, then reaches up to pull him down for a kiss.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ There's a beat, before Hei lets himself sink into the kiss. Makes it soft, sipping, almost trancey. But under its surface is a bite of his own inevitable worry, which lingers even as he gathers her in closer, slotting their legs together in a heavy, damp-skinned weave. They've done something that seems irrevocable, half-impulsive, half-planned. Worse, a point he's been circling around in his head has suddenly drawn him in, collapsing his careful distance. ]

[ Yet, sifting through his internal layers, he can't tell if anything's really shifted. Touched, altered. It is hard to distinguish. Points, angles, minute details -- do they matter? Things rarely look different when you're this close, even after great change. ]

[anatural]

[Has anything really changed between them? Korra wouldn't think so. Between her and Mako, yes, but she & Hei have always pushed sexual boundaries together. This is just an extension of that. (Focusing on that also makes it easier to not think about how things have changed between her and Mako.) She tangles her fingers in his hair and sinks into him. Not burning or lustful, but warm & contented. It's an expression of pure affection and happiness she doesn't normally get to indulge in with him.]