Five Threesomes Zuko Never Had

Author's Note/Disclaimer: Avatar belongs to a group of people who'd never ever write the main characters into a threesome. Shocking!

This fic was written for my Tinderbox beta Rawles, and full credit goes to her for the idea behind part of scenario #2.

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I. Weapons

When Zuko regained consciousness his limbs were numb and heavy, sinking down into the futon like so much dead weight. A strip of cloth bound his tongue and shackled his breath. The fire was beyond his grasp. Helplessly, Zuko wriggled on his stomach; felt the drool congeal around his lips and soak into the pillow the propped up his jaw.

The morning after was not supposed to be this way.

Warm thighs straddled his waist and the sensation would evoke a dizzying array of new memories, if only the person doing the straddling had not yanked his head back by the hair. When she pressed her knife against his throat he could feel the edge of the blade shaking against the skin of his neck.

"It's okay, Mai. I'm here too," the other girl said encouragingly. Her voice dripped with the milk of human kindness. Naked flesh brushed against Zuko's side. He could see the acrobat lay a comforting hand on Mai's hip – a distorted reflected on the brass lamp-fittings above. "I… bought some sandalwood. We can cleanse our chakra later."

Zuko wanted to scream and rage and kick out. He did not. Stripped of all else, he still had his pride.

Ty Lee's voice went quiet. Gentle, even. The sound lulled Zuko into contempt.

"This is what we trained for. You know that."

Mai's breath was erratic, but her knife-hand steadied. In the end that was all that truly mattered.