Challenging the Balance

She ran towards the hut, praying that the Olo’eyctan wouldn’t follow. But a curse and quickened footsteps behind her made her hopes fail. Changing course, she sprinted up the angled trunk of a tree beside the hut, making no pause as she leaped to grab a low hung branch to swing onto the next tree.


She looked back, only to see Tsu’tey taking up the chase, his face resolute.


“Fuck…” Jake cursed to herself, desperate to get away as she scaled the tree like it wasn’t completely vertical, her months of training allowing her to find the nooks and crannies easily.


They kept rising higher and higher with each tree, the ground so far away it was hard to see. Still, the bastard would just not give up.


Just as she was sprinting across a wide, flat stretch of branch, she heard Tsu’tey shout, “Jake!”


Sully wasn’t sure exactly why, but when he said her name, her step faltered and she almost fell. The Olo’eyctan’s deep voice had struck a nerve within her, and she blinked, unsure why it had affected her so. But she balanced herself out, trying to pick up the same speed she had kept moments before. But it was too late.


Tsu’tey tackled her from behind.


The moment they hit the branch, Jake turned onto her back, slugging the Olo’eyctan across the face. It actually connected and Jake desperately threw another one.


But Tsu’tey was prepared this time, and caught her fist, pinning it to the wooden expanse beneath them. He pinned her other hand too, before she could make use of it as well. Feeling useless in her new body, unused to its different strengths and weaknesses, Jake snarled in irritation.


Effectively trapped by the male Omaticayan’s body, Jake hissed, “What do you want?”


Tsu’tey looked into those furious eyes, those golden orbs that were usually widened with curiosity, and couldn’t help the twinge he felt in his gut. There was always something about the warrior he could never quite place. And now, looking into those golden orbs, Tsu’tey found he couldn’t remember what he was doing there.


“I…” Tsu’tey said, rendered speechless. This was only the second time Jake had managed to do this, and the first was when Jake had shown the people she was the Toruk Makto, the sixth person in all of history to have ever bonded with a Toruk. Such a person could not be an outcast, a betrayer.


The Olo’eyctan truly did not know what to say. He had given chase not only because of his concern for the other, but because…


Tsu’tey started as he analyzed his speeding heart rate, the dilation of his own eyes from the adrenaline. Had the chase actually excited him? Had he actually enjoyed it? He had to admit, the other looked extremely delectable, even as she glared up at him.


“You-“ Jake started to say.


But it was in that moment that one of Tsu’tey’s braids slipped off his shoulder, swinging low to brush against Jake’s leafy-covered breasts. Sliding right across the covered nipple.


The reaction was immediate.


Jake felt an uncontrolled shiver race through her, the alien feeling shooting straight to her crotch, her back arching upwards as she let loose a startled gasp. It was strange. But it had felt so… wonderful.


Embarrassed at her actions, since it had caused her to rub fully against the powerful body holding her down, Jake looked away. She could feel her face heating up.


God… or Eywa… just kill him now. Jake bit her lip, just praying for a lightning bolt to smite her. She could just imagine the disgust and contempt on the male Na’vi’s face.


“Jake…” The soft voice prompted her to return her gaze, which she did so, albeit reluctantly.


She expected those slanted eyes to be filled with loathing, for his lips to be twisted in disgust. She was Jake, for God’s sake, and he was Tsu’tey. She expected all those things. And yet…


She did not expect that heated gaze that devoured her, those intense eyes filled with a hunger she could not describe. Suddenly, she was hyperaware of their bodies. The way their legs were tangled, one in between the other. The way calloused hands, hands of a hunter, wrapped around her wrists, holding her in place. The way his body pressed intimately against hers, pinning her down. She could feel his muscled torso against her naked stomach, along with that waist guard he always wore and the way it moved in and out as he breathed.


“Tsu’tey…” She replied, a warning hissed beneath her dulcet tones.


She did not know what the other was thinking, but she had a distinct feeling that she should not like where it was heading.


Her fiery essence sent a wave of heat to his groin. They were always fighting, always tense. But now Tsu’tey began to wonder why…


The way she had gasped, and brushed upwards against him had been so instinctive. It spoke to the primal nature within Tsu’tey. Her scent was as intoxicating as those fiery eyes, a challenge within her, daring him to take up the gauntlet. How could he refuse such a request?


“Jake.” The single growl was the only warning Tsu’tey gave.


Then suddenly Jake found herself engulfed in hot, demanding lips. Her mind slipped through a full mental melt down, molding softly against those lips, enjoying it for a moment, before she remembered who was at the end of it. This was Tsu’tey! Jake was still a guy, or at least… was… a moment ago. Still.


Tearing her lips away, Jake glared up angrily at the Olo’eyctan, his eyes heavy with lust. Perhaps hers were as well, but she had sense enough to try and stop this. She growled warningly, “Tsu’tey-“


But she was cut off as Tsu’tey released one of her hands, which Jake had thought for a fraction was her getting through to him, only to have it trail slowly down her chest. Thoughts of what to do with her free arm vanished rapidly as Tsu’tey’s fingers brushed down the slope of her leaf-covered breast, before turning and cupping the bottom of it. His eyes flicked upwards to look into Jake’s widened eyes, her gasping, parted mouth, before he ran a thumb experimentally over the soft nub.


Jake cried out, louder than before, her slender body pressing urgently into the muscular form above her. It was definitely better than when his hair had accidentally-


Jake caught onto the tail end of her thoughts and halted it there, narrowing her eyes to glare resolutely at the male Na’vi. His eyes had such electricity to them, those golden orbs burning with more heat than could ever fill them when he was simply mad at Jake. It called to something deep within the former marine. But she refused, stubborn to a fault, as she hissed, “Tsu’tey, don’t you dare-“


But Tsu’tey was far past acknowledging her words. He had been lost the moment Jake had stepped onto this planet. The moment he had seen the true strength within the former warrior of the sky people. And now, he had been indefinitely lost the moment she had gasped with muted surprise, and pleasure, beneath him.


He released her other hand so he could raise her upper torso slightly, one of his arms wrapped around the small of her back to prompt the sudden leverage. Before she could protest further, he dipped his head low and enveloped the peak of her breast within his mouth.


This time, Jake let out a full on moan, the fact that his body was still covered did nothing to deter the wonderful feelings the man was provoking from within her. Her free hands, instead of pushing the Na’vi away, was clutching him to her, her fingers digging into his broad back. This only seemed to emit a growl from the man, his sucking intensifying tenfold.


Jake writhed uncontrollably, her gasping steadily increasing as she shut her eyes against the wave of pleasure pounding through her veins. She felt his other hand traveling down the inward curve of her stomach, invoking shivers that ran through her body. It travelled down to her hips, resting slightly above the heat between her legs.


She knew she should protest. She had to. This was Tsu’tey. The man who hated her for no reason. The man who wouldn’t allow his suspicions to lift a fraction until the moment Jake had appeared, the Toruk at her side. Not acceding to the fact at all that she may have been attracted to the man’s determination, his unwavering courage for his people, and now his undeniably powerful form, Jake turned instead to more neutral ground.


“Tsu’tey…” Jake gasped, glad as the other pulled back from his ministrations, hearing the urgency in her voice, “This is still me… I’m still Jake… despite this insane female body. You can’t… we can’t… we shouldn’t…”


Jake blinked, wondering why she was having such difficulty saying what she set out to say. This was wrong. On so many levels, this was wrong. Tsu’tey was simply reacting to this new body. Jake had to snap him out of it.


Tsu’tey looked down at the other, for once her words reaching through to his heated brain. He understood the conflict. The determination in her voice. But there was one thing Jake misunderstood. He knew who Jake was. Knew. And with a start Tsu’tey discovered he didn’t care. He actually *wanted* the other warrior. Whether this realization had occurred while Jake was still in his male body or not would have made no difference. He had been craving this sort of touch since the moment they met, his own misunderstandings leading him to anger, a jealousy he did not understand when he saw Jake with Neytiri.


But now he knew.


And now he would show Jake.


“I *see* you…” Tsu’tey growled softly, looking heatedly into the warrior’s surprised eyes, “…Jake.”


Those words… the fact that Tsu’tey knew… and still WANTED this… it all sent a large spike of heat to course through Jake’s body. Was this the heat that always permeated between them? The tension? Was it never anger, but rather…?


Before Jake’s thoughts could develop further on the matter, Tsu’tey’s hand found its way between Jake’s thighs, his dexterous fingers rubbing against her center.


Jake moaned loudly, arching up more uncontrollably than before, aware that those amber eyes were watching her. Intense. Primal. And with heated need.


Tsu’tey’s fingers found a slick wetness, and he knew Jake wanted this as much as he. He continued his expert ministrations, unable to tear his eyes away from that pleasure-filled face. He could smell her musk, and it only contributed to the hardening of his member. But this was not about him. This was about Jake. And he wanted nothing more than to see her cum.


“Oh gods, Tsu’… Tey…” Jake moaned, stretching his name out as she twisted her hips in rhythm with the Olo’eyctan’s talented fingers. Her nerves were on fire, pulses of heat crashing over her each time that hand brushed against her clit.


Her voice. Her need. The way she said his name, it all worked to fuel the unquenchable thirst he was rapidly developing for her. This simple touching… it was not enough. Frustration welled inside the clan leader, desperate for the solution to douse his burning ache.


“Need… more…” Tsu’tey growled, withdrawing his hand.


Jake cried out at the sudden loss, feeling dizzy and left wanting. She was unsure what Tsu’tey was doing as he laid on his back, pulling her on top of him, one hand on her waist and the other on her thigh.


For a moment her eyes widened, fearful that he wanted to drive into her. So soon. She didn’t think she could handle it. But that fear turned into confusion as he kept pulling her over him, not stopping until she was kneeling over his face. His grip on her waist exerted a slight pressure from behind, forcing her knees to spread wider as her pelvis dipped lower.


Suddenly, his large, warm tongue travelled along her slit and she nearly collapsed on top of him, her body exploding with electric intensity at the contact. She attempted to rise, not only afraid she would crush or suffocate the Na’vi below her, but also trying to distance herself from him. Despite the intense pleasure, the fact that Tsu’tey wanted her, Jake still felt she should fight this… this thing between them. They shouldn’t be doing this, right? But Tsu’tey’s strong hands, one gripping her thigh and the other her waist, were unrelenting in their iron hold. Instead of raising her slightly, he was pulling her down onto the heat of his mouth, to the mercy of his tongue.


If Jake thought the touches before were pleasurable, they were nothing in comparison to Tsu’tey’s hot, demanding mouth. That tongue trailing up her slit, lavishing attention on her swollen clit, was nothing short of intense and mind-numbing. Her back arched as though she would bend in two, unsure how she was able to sit upright as she straightened slightly afterwards, gasping desperately for air as she quivered from the rippling pleasure.


Tsu’tey was merciless with his tongue, stroking her, probing her, playing the erogenous zone of her sweet pussy as though he were familiar with all the chords. Jake jerked, moaning over and over again as his tongue stroked her. It didn’t help her at all that Tsu’tey refused to grant her the slightest reprieve, his grip spreading her thighs wider, impaling her deeper onto his tongue. Jake mewled loudly, her body quivering with the overpowering sensations. She felt the intense heat within her belly tightening more and more.


The Olo’eyctan couldn’t stand it. He couldn’t just listen to Jake’s sweet voice, feel the tremors in her supple body, and taste her flowing juices, without finding his own release. His cock begged for it, as loudly as Jake was pleading incoherently with him now, and he released his grip on her waist so he could grasp his own, aching shaft.


Jake hardly noticed, too enraptured with her tingling, pulsing senses to pay much attention to what was going on around her.


Tsu’tey began dipping his tongue slightly deeper in her entrance, not breaching it, but putting enough pressure to stimulate her sensitive nerve endings. He alternated this with lapping her juices and stabbing at her clit. He began a relentless pace that he matched to the hand on his hardened cock. It was the beginning of the end.


Jake couldn’t take it any longer. She could feel her climax approaching. Panic arose in her slightly, and she made a last ditch attempt to divert it. Tsu’tey had been so distracted, and Jake so docile, that he wasn’t prepared when she pressed her hands against the ground and pushed herself away.


Unfortunately, Jake didn’t plan on her legs failing her, too numbed and overcharged with all the pleasure to function properly. She had taken two steps before faltering slightly, her tail whipping weakly for balance.


Tsu’tey growled at the sudden loss of heat and taste, his predatory gaze latching on to the retreating figure of his prey. Snarling hungrily, he pounced, taking her down easily, “Where do you think you are going, Jake?”


Flat on her back, Jake snarled back as she tried lifting herself, “Away from you, you lunatic- AH!”


She threw her head back, Tsu’tey’s intentions clear as his tongue delved into her womanly folds, his hands on her thighs, spreading her wider to his explorations. He paused, leaning back as he growled, “You always fight me, Jake…”


But he did not sound mad. He sounded… appreciative. As though he relished the challenge.


The thought alone sent shivers down Jake’s spine, her face flushing a deeper shade of blue at the implications.


“Is this… because of Neytiri…?” Tsu’tey paused once more, though this time, his eyes seemed to clear a little from the haze, serious for once.


Her mind a little disoriented from the turmoil of being so close and not knowing if she wanted to go over the brink or not, Jake couldn’t stop the flood of words that came out of her mouth, “Me and Neytiri? We are not like… that.”


Jake suddenly realized what she revealed, and clapped a hand over her mouth. She should not have said that. If she had wanted a ticket out, that had been it. Trouble is, she wasn’t really sure what she wanted right now.


This was, however, *exactly* what Tsu’tey had wanted to hear. Despite his sudden need, his sudden desire, to claim Jake Sully, he had hesitated to wound Neytiri so deeply. Apparently, he worried for nothing.


Jake knew she was in trouble when that dangerous gleam sparked in the Olo’eyctan’s eyes, his grin almost as feral as the row of thanator teeth he wore decoratively across his chest, “I *will* make you cum for me, Jake *Sully*.”


The way the clan leader purred her last name alone made her want to explode on the spot. It had been filled with such need, laced with such desire…


Before Jake could kick herself into reacting, Tsu’tey wrapped his arms around her waist, effectively draping her thighs over either shoulder as his mouth kissed right above the moist lips of her core. Jake was shocked at his strength, for Tsu’tey was practically sitting upright as he held her, Jake herself grounded on nothing but his collarbone and shoulders, her feet dangling against Tsu’tey’s muscled back, his tail wrapped around one of her ankles. Jake’s sense of balance was nonexistent, relying on Tsu’tey’s ripped arms, cupped around her ass and waist, as the only thing keeping her steady. Tsu’tey growled appreciatively at the recognition and awe of his strength… his power… in her eyes, which she immediately narrowed. Defiant.


It turned the Olo’eyctan on to no end.


“Cum for me…” He breathed deeply, rumbling purposefully as he watched the effects it had on Jake, her womanhood mere inches from his mouth, “Jake… *Sully*.


Jake whimpered, hating that the sound came from her. Tsu’tey was playing her like a finely tuned instrument, and she didn’t like feeling like she was on uneven ground. Growling, she opened her eyes, gripping the only thing she could, which was Tsu’tey’s shoulders. She glared down at the Olo’eyctan, only to start as she saw Tsu’tey smirking upwards at her from between her thighs.


He had been waiting for this.


Now that he had her attention, his mouth latched onto Jake’s dripping pussy and he sucked with a focused intensity, his tongue alternating between drilling mercilessly against her clit and dipping deeply into her folds. His grip on her waist pulled her closer to his mouth, spreading her thighs wider and allowing him more intimate access.


After all the other touches, the teasing, it was too heightened. Too much for her to contain. She felt herself plummet over the brink.


Jake moaned loudly as her vision exploded with stars, her body tensing as the cum shot out of her pussy, gushing out in small waves. She expected Tsu’tey to pull back, but to her surprise, he refused to let go. Not a drop slipped past those sweet lips, all of it swallowed greedily by the talented Na’vi mouth below her. This very fact shot a multitude of heat and energy to Jake’s core, and with a disbelieving gasp, she found the height of her orgasm followed by the next, and the next.


Filled with intense pleasure, Jake moaned Tsu’tey’s name over and over again as wave after wave of orgasms racked her tortured body. Never before had she had such a talented partner.


With a muffled roar, Tsu’tey exploded into his hand, streams of cum shooting out. It was so powerful, so swollen from everything he had gotten from Jake, that the warrior barely had to grip his shaft before he came. After a few moments, the jets slowed to a trickle, and his cock softened. Spent, the Olo’eyctan had to sprawl out and sit for a moment, releasing Jake slowly onto the ground next to him in the process.


The former marine nearly fell as she was freed. On shaky limbs, she rose to her feet, fixing her loin cloth.


She felt distinctly demasculanized. Which, given the circumstances, was completely ridiculous. But she felt the need to assert her dominance, her control, over the situation.


Already, she could feel her defenses rising. She was not sure what had happened between them, and she was not sure if something like this could or should ever happen again. Despite the all-consuming pleasure that had rumbled thunderously through her body, she managed to find the strength to glare at the Na’vi who was still sitting, one knee drawn up and the other stretched out, while his weight rested back on his arms.


Clearing her throat, Jake crossed her arms over her chest, attempting to hide the fatigue and quivering as a result of the intoxicating after effects of their… well, whatever it was…


She forced the stutter to die the moment it left her mouth, strengthening her voice immediately after as though it never happened, “D-don’t think this changes anything, Tsu’tey.”


The Olo’eyctan raised a brow in amusement, pushing himself to his feet even as he wiped the evidence from his stomach, “Whatever do you mean… Jake… *Sully*?”


The way her name rolled off his tongue was definitely different this time. Low and sultry, it held the velvet promise of a dangerous desire. Jake couldn’t help the shiver that ran up her spine.


But she pushed it away, stepping up to the Na’vi clan leader as she shoved a finger against his chest, “This changes nothing. I am finding a way to get my old body back. My male one. And you better keep your hands to yourself until then.”


The way Tsu’tey smirked shot a delicious warmth to the recovering heat between her legs, but she quickly stifled it even before he spoke, “Jake, it matters not which body you are in. You are still mine. You always have been since you arrived on this planet.”


It was Jake’s turn to question, her eyes narrowing as she stepped back, still not used to the heat that exchanged between them, “What do you mean?”


Tsu’tey did not back down. Rather, he stepped forward, keeping the close distance that the other warrior seemed… intimidated by. It brought a shiver of excitement through him, even as he clarified, “What I mean, Jake *Sully*, is that I intend to ravish you whether you remain in this female form or not. Although, if you were to return to your male form, it would be intriguing to find whose strength would overcome the other’s…”


Jake’s eyes widened immensely, feeling a slight spark of heat ignite within her. But she inwardly tried to battle the growing flames, dousing it with a mental thought of glacier water. This could not be… this was not the Tsu’tey she knew… That Tsu’tey hated her, er, him…


Well, Tsu’tey hated her when she used to be a guy. It couldn’t be so convenient that he could tolerate her now that she had this form. Although, that little display showed that he more than just tolerated her…


Dragging her mind back from the pleasurable depths it wished to drown itself in, Jake narrowed her eyes.


“Touch me again, and I *will* break something that you will sorely miss…” Jake growled, stepping even closer to the other.


When they had both been male, their sizes had matched almost identically. But now that she was a woman, Jake felt more slender, and just an inch shorter. She ignored this, relying on his survival instincts to puff her up to size.


It seemed to work, as Tsu’tey relented, taking a step back, hands raised as though he meant no harm. But as he spoke, his tone was one intrigued, amusement sparking his eye even as a hidden challenge colored his voice, “As you wish… Jake *Sully*.”


Her eyes narrowing even more, she moved to the edge of wooden platform, her gaze trained suspiciously at the Na’vi standing before her.


He shrugged innocently, a smirk still tilting his lips.


“Smug bastard…” She muttered silently as she stepped over the edge, freefalling as she slowed her descent with the plants and shrubbery along the way. Every since she had been flung off Quaritch’s doomed Dragon aircraft, miles from the tops of the trees and sure he was going to die, Jake had gotten a new respect for the foliage on Pandora.


She had landed, crouched, letting the fluidity of her body absorb the shock of her landing, when a second pair of feet landed beside her.


“*What* do you think you are doing?” She snarled, turned to glare accusingly at the Na’vi male.


“I am Olo’eyctan, Jake, or have you forgotten?” Tsu’tey replied, “I must accompany you to the Tsahik, to discover what has happened.”


Glaring once more, as if the other had planned it all, Jake muttered a reluctant, “Fine.”


Tsu’tey couldn’t help the grin that flashed across his features, enjoying the indignant tension rippling throughout the female’s body at his arrogance. But he was busy reminiscing the moments that had passed between them only minutes before, which was evident as his gaze lingered over certain parts of her anatomy.


“Focus,” Jake snarled, that finger stabbing at him once more, “on the task at hand.”


“Oh… I assure you… I am.” The Olo’eyctan rumbled appreciatively, his gaze darkening.


Jake felt himself grow wet by that look alone. But he stifled it, shaking his head as he led the way, “Impossible…”


“You cannot fight this forever, you know…” Tsu’tey commented, trailing behind her.


“Yeah? Try and stop me.” Jake retorted dryly.


A purr trickled its way past Tsu’tey’s throat. He enjoyed that worried glance Jake threw at him, over her shoulder, before tensing and continuing forward. But she said nothing, even as Tsu’tey’s thoughts echoed with one word.


Gladly.

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A/N: All right, I fixed the weird chapter things and the Olo’eyctan thing. But I was wondering, does anyone know if the ikrans have names? Tsu’tey, Neytiri, and Jake’s ikrans in particular…