Holding Cell

A/N:  This is an A:TLA omorashi story.  If that bothers you, don't read! Victim today: Zuko. 8D


Well, their field trip had ended poorly.  Now they were locked in a tiny Fire Nation cell, awaiting who knows what, and both Katara and Zuko were bound with their hands behind their backs to the wall.  They sat in silence, Katara fuming and glaring at the floor, and Zuko with his eyes closed, deep in concentration.  Or trying to sleep, whatever.

If she just had some fucking water.  Even with her hands bound behind her, she was skilled enough to bend with just her fingers.  But the room was hot, with dry air funneled in, just as Hama had said.  Zuko could probably firebend at someone with his legs free, but they'd need a guard to check in on them first, and they hadn't seen another soul since they were dumped here six hours ago.

Zuko huffed a frustrated breath.  She figured he was probably bored out of his mind, unable to sleep bound as they were, and she thought for maybe the hundredth time that she should really start a conversation.  But Katara remembered the last time they'd been imprisoned together, and the conversation that had resulted then.  No, no thank you.

To her surprise, Zuko was the one to break the silence.

"For Agni's sake, how long do they plan to leave us here?"

Katara shrugged.  "Don't know.  Maybe until they figure out how to move us?  That could take a while."

Zuko made an unhappy sound and stretched his legs out in front of him, crossing them.

Katara was disgusted with herself to realize she felt bad for getting him trapped with her.  As if the jerk deserved her consideration!  But she was a good girl, despite her best efforts, and anyway, she hated screwing up so badly in front of anyone.

"Sorry," she grumbled.

Zuko opened his eyes and looked at her, and she hated him all over again for the surprise in his expression.  "What?"

She gave her best death glare.  "You heard me."

"I heard you say you're sorry, but that can't be right."

"Oh, screw you!"

Zuko chuckled, but then cringed and crossed his legs a little tighter.  His expression was distressed, but only for a moment before he covered it back up with stoic.

"I'm just so mad at myself!" she said.  So what if it was him to hear her, she had to talk.  "When did I get so careless?  It's you, you're a bad influence.  Taking Sokka to Boiling Rock, facing down dragons with Aang.  You're the one who doesn't think, and you're infecting everyone around you."

"Hey!" Zuko protested.  "I'm doing a lot better about that.  And none of those were my idea!"

"Yeah, whatever."

There was silence for a bit, until Zuko made another noise, a strained choke, and moved his legs back in, body curling around itself.  His face heated up.

"You're not sick, are you?" she asked, feeling a small amount of dread at the thought.  Not for his sake, of course (because screw him!) but it would make any escape attempts that much more awkward if the firebender wasn't working right.

Zuko glanced at her, then looked away again, face reddening further. "Ah... no. No, I'm fine."  He grimaced and dropped his head onto his knees.

"You don't look fine.  You look sick."

Zuko chewed on his lip for a moment, then gave her an apologetic look.  "It's nothing terrible, just..."

"What?"

He sighed.  "I... kinda... seriously have to pee."

Katara made a disgusted face, and he said, "Yeah, sorry."

The firebender groaned and pressed his legs tightly together.  She noticed now that his breathing was a bit labored, and his hands were clenched tight in their bonds.  Another unwilling pang of sympathy pricked her.  He really had to go.  Had probably been holding it this whole time.

"Could we... talk about something?" he asked.  "All I can think about is how I'm going to explode."  Zuko bounced his legs a bit, then settled back down.

"What do you want to talk about?"

"I don't know... our places in the universe?"

Katara didn't realize it was a joke, and answered him truthfully.  "That's easy.  Aang's teammates."

"You have no other plans besides bending water for the Avatar?"  Zuko made another desperate noise, thoughts about water not helping his situation.

"That's not it, it's just that right now-"

A light went off in her head, and she nearly cheered.

"Zuko! Pee your pants!"

He looked at her and blinked a few times.  "What?"

"I can bend it!" she crowed.  "Pee your pants!"

"... No."

"You won't do it, even if it will get us out of here?"

"Is it so much to ask that I keep one small shred of dignity intact?" he growled.  Zuko shifted his position on the floor, then strained his whole body to reassert dominance over his bladder.  Talking about peeing probably wasn't helping him either.

"Spirits, you are so stubborn."

He pressed his eyes shut and curled tighter around himself, legs twisting, breath coming in short puffs.  He was gonna pee his pants whether he wanted to or not.  He'd probably be holding himself by now if his hands weren't bound.  Well, okay, then they wouldn't be in this situation, but yeah.

Zuko dropped his head back against the wall and whimpered pathetically.  He started jigging his legs.  "Uhn, dammit."

"Zuko, for crying out loud.  You're gonna do it anyway."

"Shut up!" he pleaded in a strained voice.  His legs started fanning in and out and he shifted his position again and again.  Nothing was helping anymore.  He couldn't keep holding it by willpower alone.  Zuko hissed in a breath and his face flamed, eyes flying wide.  Katara saw the unmistakable bloom of wetness at his crotch.

Bloodbending was tricky work, and she could never do it with her hands behind her back.  But his bladder, now that wasn't so different from her waterskin.  Katara grinned wickedly and flicked her fingers.

Zuko cried out, and wetness flooded his pants.  It hissed loudly as it passed through the fabric in a furious gushing deluge.  He panted heavily and moaned with acute relief, like he'd just had an orgasm.  ...What a comparison, Katara, she scolded herself, and it was her turn to blush.  

He peed and peed, for nearly two minutes, head hanging as it wound down to a trickle.  Afterwards, gathering up a bit from the puddle spreading out beneath him, Katara slashed his bonds.  Then hers, and she stretched out her limbs like a pleased cat before walking over to him.  Zuko was shaky from his ordeal and needed a hand up.  Once standing, he looked down at himself and grimaced.  He was completely soaked.  Katara was feeling generous, however, and with full range of motion, she whipped it off of him.  He was dry in an instant, and Zuko sighed quietly, his relief now complete.

"Thanks," he murmured, too embarrassed to look at her.

"Least I could do.  After... you know."

He rolled his eyes and shook his head, and together they broke out of the cell.

"Katara the bloodbender.  Now, Katara, the urinebender," he said.

"Don't you dare ever say that again, or I'll tell everyone you wet yourself."

"Fine, I'll tell everyone you made me."

They continued to snipe at each other all the way back to camp.