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[ The soft slide of her lips on his makes Hei feel ... vertiginous. Like he's on a swing. Like he might have a bad fall. ]

[ Let go of control. A shiver climbs up his spine, distinct as icy fingers spidering up the arch. He's not sure if it's from her words, or the way her hand glides fluidly up and down his erection. Letting go of control or losing it -- it's all the same to Hei. A liability. It inspires the same profound dread as insanity, or helplessness, or ... love. The idea of being some kind of mindless bundle of emotion -- fuck, he couldn't stomach it. The degeneration into something insensate ... and being a slave to it ... ]

I --

[ He has no idea what to say. In many ways, Hei is his control. It's impossible to see through his smokescreens and illusions into the essential him. Someone with restraint like that, they learn brilliant ways to hide it and strategies for getting through life despite it. All his independence and self-absorption, all his steely resolve and focus -- they're not him. They're the bracing that hides the bitter shadow of a person within. ]

[ Licking his dry lips, he buries his mouth against the crook of Korra's neck. Murmurs, without meeting her gaze. ]

Korra. I'm ... all about control. If I didn't have it, I'd never want to be there to see what I'd look like without it. [ It's why he shuts down during emotional scenes. Why he clocks out during and after sex. He glances at her then, to look into her eyes, just the briefest flicker of blue. ] I'm not sure ... I trust you. I don't think you trust me, either. But you need to listen. We're all animals, all of us. We think we're so smart -- masters of our destinies. We lie to ourselves that we have control. But if it doesn't rain, we die of thirst. If it floods, we drown. And when we walk down the street, thinking how in control we are, some idiot with a gun blows us away by accident. We have very little control -- over very little things. [ A beat, before he swallows. ] That's why the control I have matters so much. It's all I've had, sometimes. Without it... I'm just nothing. When I come, I'm nothing. [ Not Nothing as in worthless. Hei knows the exact measure of his worth better than anyone. He means Nothing as just that. Nothingness. A cipher. He's never said it before, not even to Amber or Pai; never really put a finger on the fear. Now that he has, it feels worse. ]

[ Shutting his eyes, he concludes, calm and flat. ] Control isn't existence, though. They're different things. If that's what you want ... [ He is tense, planted in place against her, motionless. ] I'll try, all right? But some things can't be solved in a few minutes.

[No end to the surprises this evening.

He doesn't meet her eyes, and she doesn't try to make him, just continues stroking him gently -- soothing, thoughtful. She understands what he means. It's not just because of Marie. She had been the most powerful person in her world, but her time in Republic City showed her how little that meant. Living in the City has only rubbed that in more. Control is an illusion; the illusion makes it even more precious.

If that's what you want, I'll try. Words she never expected to hear from him, and they mean more to her than she can say. She pulls back so she can kiss him hard, trying to put everything she's feeling into it.

She pulls back with a strangled gasp, and rests her head against his.]

I know. It's okay. [She presses more little kisses against his face. Her body rubs against his, filing her with a tingly warmth, but she doesn't try to up the heat, or change the pace of her hand around him.] Just try to enjoy this.

[ Out of all his miscalculations -- some choreographed, some not -- Hei's never been self-indulgent enough to think they were bad ideas. No, maybe not self-indulgent. Maybe he'd just never given a fuck before, because he's designed to overcome any catastrophe, to turn the impossible into the possible. He's always transmogrified his mistakes into renewed options. Even his contingency plans have extra contingency plans. But right now, even as Hei lifts a hand to cup Korra's jaw -- not like something fragile but something precious that even his calculated fingers have no place holding -- he's thinking this is a bad idea. That it should be like it always is. They should stop talking. They should just fuck -- shields up and minds switched off; Korra should go home; Hei should head for work Underground. ]

[ But it's just -- overwhelming, the way Korra kisses him. A heat that spikes a shiver through him, makes him seize her tighter, bring her mouth deeper to his. All her kisses, he thinks, are the opposite of his. Eloquent. Sincere. She tells herself to him with kisses. He tries to match her, and it's strangely tentative. Lets her taste his yearning, his patience -- because when is Hei ever patient? He gasps when they finally break, catching up on air. Smoothes her tangled hair under his hands, and thinks Why the hell not? Because if this falls to shit too, it won't be the first time he's been ripped apart and had to rebuild everything from scratch. ]

Do not use this against me.

[ And who knows if that's a plea or a threat or a genuine prayer because Hei's too busy leaning in again, angling his chin as he brushes his lips softly against hers. Not demanding, not desire-hot; just jittery and unsure, a gentle kind of press. ]

[Her kiss is a promise, easy to make because she doesn't know how she would. She lacks the cunning and the emotional awareness to deliberately inflict that kind of damage, even if she wanted to. Which she might. Korra isn't above that kind of petty violence, and she embraces the "eye for an eye" mentality. He's damaged her heart enough that she wouldn't mind being able to do the same.

But right now, those thoughts are the furthest thing from her mind. The only thing she wants is to soothe his uncertainty and longing. She cups his cheek in her hand and deepens the kiss.]

[ If she resolves to damage him -- today, tomorrow a week from now -- he'll kill her. It's not even a question of I wish it didn't come to this and Why did she do it?. He will -- because the way she's making him feel right now ... It's too frightening. Too risky. His skin fizzes, his stomach is a plane-crash, all the hairs on his body are lit fuses, and he can taste the adrenaline in his mouth. His whole body is vibrating with the sick song of the battlefield -- that heart-stopping moment where the blades slice into arteries, where the bullets scrape vital organs. ]

[ Not exposed. Not compromised. Mid-defeat and ready to die. How would BK201 forgive that kind of betrayal? Why would he forgive it? ]

[ Right now, he forces it from his mind. Too busy with Korra. Kissing her, actually. Kissing her deeply and with his mouth open, and with a kind of relief crashing over him. And then he is panting, panting into the side of her throat like he hasn't panted in years, if he's ever panted like this before. His sternum is exploding in something like pain. Carefully, he rolls over, taking her with him, so she's sprawled on his chest. Pulls the ties out of Korra's hair and lets it fall across their faces in a sheath of dark waves. ]

[ Smoothing her hair back with both hands, he passes his arms around her. There's a rustle and skitter of her bra coming off and hitting the floor, and then Hei is dragging Korra tighter into place atop him, leaning up hungrily to mouth at one of her nipples. Her breasts overspill his hands, soft and dark, and he is nuzzling, biting and sucking, with the thud of her heart just inches away from his face. He pushes his stubbled cheek along one smooth, warm side-swell, swallows hard around a raspy noise he doesn't fully understand, exhaling it into the damp valley between Korra's breasts. ]

[She hums as he rolls her over, warm and contented. Pleased that he put her on top when he could have so easily pinned her down. He really is trying, and she needs to try too.

She shifts, settling her knees on either side of his waist. His mouth on her breasts sends spikes of pleasure through her body, drawing out little moans. Everything is hot and hungry but peaceful too. Like they aren't in a rush to get anywhere. Like they aren't playing any games. They're just touching and enjoying each other. Every bite, every lick, every grind done without an agenda, but just because it feels good. Each touch is a simple fact. I like you. This feels good.]

[ If any other person touched him this way -- transmitted those simple messages against his skin -- Hei would kill them. Not exactly because he sees it as fragile and not because he sees it as a battle of worth, but because this kind of giving comes with its own price, and that's something Hei has never wanted, not enough room in the hollow space of his chest. But right now, it makes something hot and glowing rise up inside him like a ball through water, rushing past resistance and horror and mistrust to pop up high into the clear air. It makes him exhale quietly, a gratified murmur on the tip of his tongue. ]

[ (Something that keeps him grounded. Makes it genuine. New and unfamiliar, but he's not backing away.) ]

[ His face presses against Korra's body; he breathes in skin instead of air. His erection is a wet kiss against her belly; hands sliding up and down her back, her arms and breasts, reaching to cup her backside, fingers sliding between the cleft, then caressing her thighs, as if reacquainting himself with her contours, her heat. No words or glances, but that isn't to say it's not scarily intimate. It feels more so for the stark lack of all the standard moves that come with foreplay. Slowly, he slides and grinds and molds his body into the gaps and hollows of her flesh and, each time he moves, new areas of ingress appear that need to be filled. ]

[ His eyes are closed as his bristly jaw scrapes against her breast, moments before his hot mouth seals around her nipple, sucking hard. One arm wraps around her hips as his fingers tease her from behind, the thumb stroking along the inside of her thigh, before his hand curls forward, sliding a wet finger into her body, crooking it inside her with slow, minimal strokes. ]

Hnnnnnn. [She settles back on her knees, partly to encourage his fingers to go deeper, partly to free up her own arms to explore his body. She runs her hands down his chest, giving his nipples a little twist just because she can. She knows he doesn't feel much there. Moving down from his chest, she traces his abdomen, running her fingers along the edge of each muscle and bone.

She loves his body. She loves its flexibility, its agility, its deceptive strength. She likes how he hides it behind baggy clothes, as though the truth of it is a secret just for her. She loves the scars that cover his skin, proof that his strength isn't just for show, that this body isn't just a hobby. (Proof also that he has a reason for his jagged edges, and he wasn't just born cruel.) She trails slow kisses down his neck and shoulders, choosing usual places -- the back of his neck, between his collarbones, just above his armpits -- to leave little bite marks.]

[ At the sound of her cry, an odd adolescent feeling creeps over Hei: the breathiness, the quivering, the raging desire to push his hips against her, to align their bodies and sink into her. But he doesn't. Doesn't amp up the friction either -- not beyond anything that isn't strictly soothing. It isn't as if he isn't enjoying himself; as Korra presses herself against him, his erection thrums with a reedy, helpless pulse against her skin. But he doesn't try to snatch control, either. Instead he fluidly pushes a second finger into Korra to join the first, simultaneously stretching her wider and moving deeper. Enough to make her body take a nervy-vervy notice, but nowhere near enough to take her over the edge. ]

[ Korra's fingers and mouth are hot against his skin. A sharp twitch takes him with each kiss, each bite. His pulse thunders. Every inch of him waking up and reaching, like climbing weeds, toward sensation. There is a strange heat in her touch, as if she is trying to press some sort of secret message into his body. The air Hei drags sharply down into his lungs seems, in contrast, icy cold, and he stares at their dovetailing light-dark limbs and the messy hair fanned around him, the warmth bleeding between them, trying to understand how the distance between two people can be so easily and abruptly closed. ]

[ It's a lesson in his scars that those who are built the way they are only understand the world as sets of rules that can be broken. Bent. Upturned and torn, put back together however it may suit them. But none of that applies here. Circling his fingers against the slick heat between Korra's thighs, her mouth and hands coaxing shudders from his body, he pitches upward to press a kiss, tenderly, at the pulsepoint at her neck. ]

Korra...

[ Not a demand. Not Faster or Harder or More. He says her name softly; exhales it at leisure over his tongue. Korra, sounding like a noise of both affection and satisfaction. ]

[At the sound of her name, she looks down at Hei and smiles. Presses a quick kiss to his lips before rolling off of him onto her side. Her body cries out in protest as his fingers inevitably slide out of her, but she ignores it, knowing he'll be touching her again soon enough. She wriggles so that his one arm is wrapped around her and she can rest her head on his shoulder; "cuddling" by any other name. But her real purpose had been to take hold of his erection again, caress it slowly with soft-hard fingers. She's in no rush to get him off, or to get off herself, but a part of her thinks how nice it would be to come like this.]

[ There's an almost incomprehensible stutter of protest when Korra rolls off him. Hard physical arousal thumps between Hei's thighs at the loss of her warmth. A belly-ache of need. When she nestles close again, he maneuvers until they're face to face, legs intertwined so she can feel the sharpness of his hipbone pressed against her sex, gently splaying the wet lips apart. In her curled hand, his erection is heavy, slick-tipped, Korra's fading bite-marks still stinging on his skin. He can hardly catch his breath. The entire surface of his body is burning from the friction. ]

[ Eyes shut, he buries his mouth in her neck, a quiet, broken sound struggling out of his throat. One hand starfishes at the hollow of her back, holding her close, while the other creeps between her legs again. His fingers slither back and forth over her clit, then down to the opening, feeling like there's river there and it has a course; it tells him what path to take, a sweet declivity made for his fingers or cock. Humming, he kisses the corner of Korra's throat and shoulder with an open mouth, down her breasts then up again with soft, mouthing movements. Each breath makes his chest shudder, heart trying to hammer at his ribcage. ]

[ Sucking Korra's lower-lip between his teeth, he breathes, ]

Fuck me.

[ Not Now and not I want it. He sounds almost like he's obtaining permission. His control is already tenuous, mind scrubbed raw. If she keeps this up, he's going to lose it and spill right in the hollow of her hip. ]

[She smiles tentatively against his lips.]

Not yet. [More a question than a statement. She's more than a little reluctant to let him go so he can get condom; the heat between them has built up so that the air outside them feels painfully cold. And she's so close to -- not an explosion, or a long fall, but a blooming warmth. She wants to enjoy it just like this -- skin on skin, nothing between them. As far as she's concerned, they have all night for everything else. (If he asks again, though, she won't resist.)]

[ Hei doesn't usually ask twice. He doesn't usually ask. ]

[ She says, Not yet. And the frustration of it overwhelms him in the most visceral way. But instead of pinning her beneath him to take what he wants, he gorges on her mouth. Kisses. So many of them. Slow, sweet, almost trembling at first, as if he's uncertain and caught between intensity and sweetness, all of it coming through in the way in way he nuzzles at her lower lip. Somewhere, within the burning, clumsy eagerness, this closeness has become infectious. It feels almost easy. It can't be late yet, Hei thinks, but he doesn't know what time it could be; it feels like an unreal late evening hour, blue and black and full of shapes and sounds but nothing intelligible to anyone except him and Korra, and even then, only sometimes. It can't be later than eight. ]

[ Hilarious, to imagine how his usual, meticulous self might categorize this, strange to think that this was what Hei usually prefers to shelve away in terse, cold phrases of rational terminology -- but instead of thinking about that, he stretches against her like a greedy cat. Pulls away from Korra's mouth and then drags her hand away from his erection, to kiss breathlessly at her palm, to scrape his teeth at the heel of her hand like he's trying to gnaw his way into her. A silent signal that her attention has become too much. Meanwhile, his own fingers, pressed between Korra's thighs, become insistent and fluid, fucking into her, telling her how much wants her. ]

[He gnaws on her hand and Korra laughs breathlessly. Message definitely, deliciously received.]

Fine, fine. [The words are long-suffering, but she sounds pleased. She tugs her hand away and kisses him.] Where's the condom?

Blue pack. Top drawer. Right beside you.

[ He's trying but not quite managing his usual quiet, clipped, operational voice. It's hard to manage efficient calm, with their mouths inches apart, heating the air between them. It's a pragmatic habit for Hei to grab the condoms himself, to control even this step. But right now, the world seems clear and unstrained, serene as water. Completely simple. ]

[ He closes the gap between him and Korra again, the motion quick despite how languid everything seems, and kisses her. Slides down her body, stretching again like a cat, arms taut and fingers tight in the sheets as he explores her with his teeth and tongue, running his nose down Korra's sternum to her belly, biting her hipbones. One hand coasts up the inside of her leg, stroking over the warm skin. The stripe of dark curls between her thighs is beaded with wetness, and Hei presses his mouth to it, tasting her. ]

[ He knows he's being distracting. But he also knows, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he'll be running on a short-fuse when they fuck. He doesn't want to stop touching or tasting her. He wants her deep down in his lungs, behind the miserable cage of his ribs, in the prosaic, dead slab he calls a heart. ]

[Hei you jerk! The thought is amused and affectionate as she moans and squirms against him. It's a real struggle getting to the condoms, and at one point she nearly brains herself on the corner of the nightstand as she loses her balance.]

Give me a moment! [She lightly smacks the top of his head, snorting with laughter, and turns back to the drawer. This time, finally, she manages to open the drawer and pulls out the entire blue pack. She rolls back over and tosses the pack at him.] There.

[ Hei hums out a sound that's more greedy than amused, his chin wet with Korra, trying to pin her in place with his hands gripping her thighs. The taste of her, thick and sweet, makes him feel drunk, his blood fizzing with want. His mind is full of a need he can't name. He slows just barely until she's found the condoms. Doesn't even protest when the pack hits him with a cardboard thunk, its contents rattling hollowly before it lands on the mattress. Instead, he teases and circles, flicks and laps, until his frustration starts pushing a low growl out of his throat. From below, Korra is somehow wildly pretty -- even more so than when she's looked at head on. Of course, Hei always thinks this, until he actually looks at her head-on and revises his opinion. Her cheeks all flushed, damp; her mouth a delicate swollen heart. Wildly pretty ... it's a perfect descriptor for her. ]

[ Easing her legs wider apart, he crawls up between them. Scrabbles for the pack, the gold condom squares scattering across the quilt like remnants of a money shower, sticking to their bodies as he drags Korra closer. Ripping the foil between his teeth, he slips the rubber on. The thirst that had abated for a few blessed moments, now overtakes him with a ferocity that blinds him. Angling his hips, he meets Korra's gaze with an expression both wary and feral -- except for something in his eyes that is hazy, almost haunted. Thrown wide open. ]

[ In a gorgeous slipslide, sweet and slick and enveloping -- he sinks into her. Hard. ]

[Korra screams, arching into him and clawing his shoulders. Hnnnnnng she had been doing so well at keeping quiet but there's no way Xing didn't hear that. All of the neighbors, too. Maybe even the whole neighborhood.

Korra doesn't care. She's too keyed up for shame, or to feel the pain of his rough force. He has the eyes of a predator, but he doesn't look at her like she's prey -- rather, she's a fellow predator, and he's not sure whether to fight, run, or trust. She wraps her legs tightly around him and bites his shoulder. Trust.]

[ Hei has long since given up on restraint. Just the sensation of filling Korra is enough to start that steep, delicious climb. His whole body pulses. He lets off a long, low, wordless growl, his heart racing and his breaths short and sharp. Korra's scream, her raking nails, the way she bites his shoulder as if a mallet has slammed a row of blunt nails right into his flesh, smear his sanity into a bright, bright red. All distracted thoughts vanish like bathwater gurgling down a drain, leaving a glorious red trail behind. ]

[ In truth, Hei doesn't understand what's happening, which doesn't make sense. All this is, is sex. That should be perfectly comprehensible -- a mechanical function he can perform half-drugged, because it's nothing but a movement of muscle and sinew, a displacement of posture. Korra doesn't have to reach through miles or cross broken glass to hold him; she merely has to wrap herself around Hei, to clutch him, inside, outside, with a sudden ferocity. Yet the beating of her heart fills his head, entering into his empty chest and driving the pump of insatiable lust. All he knows is that he never wants to leave. He wants to crawl into her skin, to put an end to his own torment. ]

[ When he starts to rock, it's in time with his ragged breathing. His eyes stay open, dark and half-lidded, showing Korra how every inch of the journey feels to him. Harder. Faster. More urgently. Again and again. He can't stop. Nothing in the world could make him stop, not sanity or calculation or logic. No spectre of everlasting ruin can compete with the hot, wet grip around his cock. Every thrust seems like it's the one that will force him to spend, but every thrust promises the next. ]

[Pai had been just on the verge of a doze when Korra's scream cut through the apartment.

Noisy. Amber had never been that bad.

Pai would ignore it, but of course now they're really going at it. She can hear her brother's grunts, the fierce rocking of the bed, and that girl's moans. How is she supposed to sleep like this?

She huffs a little with irritation, then goes to knock on her brother's door. She knows he'll respond immediately.]

[ Thud. Thud. Thud. ]

[ Hei isn't sure if that's the headboard clacking against the wall, over and over, louder and louder -- or something else. The knocks are too quiet, interwoven with a tinge of cool affront. As it is, he's rocking against Korra, straining upwards, feeling waves of pleasure coming in and out and in and out, harder each time -- he's grabbing handfuls of Korra's hair -- tiny, hard breaths jerking in his chest, forcing themselves out of his mouth -- and he clamps down his teeth against crying out, refusing to cry out -- ]

[ -- and in the hard, gasping, choking, sighing silence, the sentence, Something's bothering Pai blasts frigid and overwhelming into his mind. ]

[ The distraction shatters Hei's concentration, and he slows to a stop, loosening his grip on Korra's hair. But it's no good, he's already halfway to coming, wracked by hard physical spasms and with no thought in his mind but No. Yes. No. Dropping his head to the pillow beside Korra's head, he bites down a wad of sheet in his mouth and forces himself to hold still. His whole body trembles in something like pain, and his voice is hoarse, unmodulated, as he hisses, ] Shit. [ Then, on a breath, almost steadily, ] What is it, Pai?

[No. No. NOOOO. Korra whines and bucks up, trying to get their rhythm going again.] Don't. Stop.

[But of course he stops, because little sister is knocking. And Korra can't blame him but she really hates Xing right now. She whimpers and tries to hold herself still by clinging hard to him.]

You're too loud.

[ Hei swallows, embarrassed not for himself but for Korra, but also aroused, intensely aroused. When Pai says, You're too loud, he almost laughs, shakily, amused with the low drama of it all, despising it, too. Korra only makes it worse, clinging to him, so hot and sleek, physically supplicating. He shifts a bit, then wraps his arms around her, clinging hard, her cheek pressed against his jaw. (Part of him thinks, if they could only hold each other like this, skin to skin, it would be enough. Nothing else would need to happen.) He strokes the back of her head, smoothing her hair; his palm feels big enough to hold her skull inside it, and he's electrified with chagrin and desire. ]

All the time ... in the world, [ he reassures her in a whisper, breathing harder than if he'd just run up and down a hundred flights of stairs. Then, in a different tone, pitched calm and reassuring, he says to Pai. ] I'll keep it down.

I'm trying to sleep. [She offers, one last knife to the boner before returning to her room.

She grabs her headphones and turns on her ipod, just in case.]

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sudden case of porn block oops

/cries xD

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