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Fire in the Ice	By : BlackberryPatch Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Slash - Male/Male > Sokka/Zuko Views: 12143 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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- 1-Fire in the Ice
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(2010-1-4: fixed some typos)
A "missing moment" from The Boiling Rock episode. (You know, the yaoi fangirl version...) Sokka and Zuko have a few moments to kill while hiding in the cooler.
Note: Directly inspired by engelen's fanart "Inside the Cooler" at y!Gallery.
"Fire in the Ice"
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There were footsteps in the hall behind him.
"Someone's coming!" Zuko pulled him into the cooler faster than Sokka could form a protest, and once inside he found the chill air stole all thought of words from him as it filled his head with memories of home.
So, he was already thinking of that home, if his entire purpose on this rock hadn't been swallowed by the sheer luck of finding Suki here, when the other guard mentioned the new prisoners; the thought that his father was among them was a hope so sharp the thought of it cut him. Really, he shouldn't risk Suki's- and Zuko's- freedom on a chance so slim. He couldn't.
"Let's go," Zuko was urging him as he sat lost in those thoughts; his time in this frozen cell had done nothing to cool the prince's hot nature and Sokka had to pull him back when he started to finish detaching the cooler from the wall in preparation for their plan.
"Wait," Sokka urged. "Those guards are still out there. They'll hear, and we'll be back at square one." He leaned back against the door, peering out through the barely open crack, trying to see as much as he could. It wasn't much, and he huffed out an annoyed breath that misted in the icy air. He was starting to feel the cold, deep in his chest; its familiarity was warming to his memory but he really wasn't dressed for it. He was surprised when arms suddenly wrapped around him and pulled him against something firm and strong and incredibly hot.
"Zuko!" he hissed, clawing at the other boy's arms around his chest. "Stop it!"
The prince's soft laughter ghosting warmth over his ear froze him in place more readily than the arctic air ever could. "Idiot." The word was a soft puff of air on his cheek and Sokka was suddenly very aware of every single place their bodies touched- from Zuko's arms around him to his ass pressed back against Zuko's thighs. "You said we can't leave yet," Zuko reminded him, "and if we're going to be stuck here I don't want you freezing your brain before you think of a way to get us off this island."
Sokka swallowed. "Right." He raised one of his own hands and laid it over Zuko's where the prince's hand rested on Sokka's chest. He wondered if Zuko could feel his heart racing. He wondered if this moment was taking longer to pass than was really normal, or if that was just him.
"I don't hear anything," Zuko said suddenly, leaning toward the door. "They must be gone."
Sokka grabbed at the hand beneath his. "No! They're still there," he said before his brain fully caught up with his mouth. "Um, I mean, we can't take that chance. If they see us…" He trailed off, hoping that would be enough because he wasn't entirely sure where he was going to go from there.
Zuko sighed; he'd moved and his breath was hot on the back of Sokka's neck now. Sokka shivered as he felt his body responding to their proximity, to the heat that rolled off of the prince and which seemed to inhabit his very being… Zuko's arms tighten around him in response to the shiver and Sokka swallowed, hard, not about to mention that it wasn't the cold that had him shaking. "You're right," Zuko was saying; Sokka wondered if it was the prince's voice or his own ears that were being fuzzy. "We're not going to get a whole lot of chances at this, we should do it right the first time." He shifted his weight, leaning back against the wall Sokka guessed, and asked again, his voice quiet now in the dim light of the cell, "The prisoners tomorrow… do you want to wait?"
The noise was the blood pounding in his ears, Sokka deduced. Excellent, good to know. Hmm, Zuko had just asked him a question… One he'd never really answered earlier. "I… I don't know." He swallowed again, his throat dry, drier than it had been in the desert... He leaned back, shaking his head slightly. There was something important he was trying to say… "Suki," he managed. "I have to get Suki out. She doesn't deserve to stay here any longer."
There was silence behind him for a moment. "You really like her, huh?"
Well yeah, was the easy response but he found it avoiding him as he stood there in the arms of a man, getting a hard on from simply touching him and hearing his voice. "I…" He shook his head again and pulled away from Zuko, away from that heat. If he could just think clearly he would be able to finish a thought… He twisted in Zuko's grasp and in his attempt to get away he instead managed to get himself turned around so that he was face to face with the prince.
His face was inches from Zuko's; his hair was coming out of its tail and the long strands of it tickled at the prince's face- that was how close they were. He could see the soft parting of Zuko's lips as he gasped in quiet surprise; he could see the burning depths of Zuko's golden eyes flare with some sudden emotion. He watched the slow movement of Zuko's throat as the prince swallowed and suddenly it was too much. He leaned forward and pressed his face against that throat, inhaling a soft sigh that brought him Zuko's smoky scent over the sharp smell of the ice. He heard Zuko's quick gasp above him, felt Zuko's hands suddenly wrapped harshly around his biceps ready to push him away. He could taste the beating of Zuko's heart, a steady thrum under his lips against the other boy's throat, and he closed his eyes and waited.
The push of rejection never came and Sokka opened his eyes. He pulled away slightly, turning his face up to watch Zuko's. The prince's eyes were clenched shut and, armed with only a distracted curiosity, Sokka reached a hand up to touch Zuko's left cheek.
Zuko flinched from the touch, his eyes snapping open as he glared at Sokka. "What are you doing??" he hissed, and Sokka for once had no answer. He touched Zuko's cheek again, marveling at the shift from smooth skin to the rough texture of his scar. He wanted to touch it some more but figured it would probably weird Zuko out even more if he started rubbing at that texture. He took his hand back and tried to think of something to say to Zuko- who was simply staring at Sokka now, his own breath a hot mist between them.
"I…" Sokka really was going to explain himself- really, he was- but he heard a noise then from the hall. Zuko heard it too and his hand clamped down over Sokka's mouth, halting further words.
Sokka had already been about to shut up, he thought unfairly as they both crouched in the dim cell and listened. Not that he minded Zuko touching him either. His back was to the wall now and the cold that seeped through the thin cloth of his uniform actually was helping to restore his thought process. He reached out his hand and wrapped his fingers around Zuko's wrist. The prince glanced at him but quickly returned his attention to the hall. Sokka could hear the guards conversing out there but at the moment he really couldn't bring himself to care. His tongue darted out and traced a pattern over the palm of Zuko's hand. Zuko promptly snatched the hand back with a glare; which had, of course, been the idea- not that that quick taste of firebender hadn't been a plus.
"Look," he leaned in close to Zuko despite the prince's quieting gestures. He leaned in until his breath was ghosting over the other boy's ear, and he caught Zuko's shiver mostly because he was watching for it. "Zuko, I like…"
Further words were unnecessary apparently because Zuko kissed him then, taking his mouth and plundering it with a tongue so hot Sokka was sure there were actual flames dancing inside his mouth. The heat of it filled him- he could imagine the icy wall melting beneath him from the heat of Zuko's kiss. He sat back against the wall, boneless and silent as Zuko broke off to hiss at him, "Would you shut up?? They are going to hear you."
Sokka was quiet, for that moment, but only because there was nothing to say. He took hold of the collar of Zuko's shirt and pulled the prince toward him to return the kiss. Zuko made a small sound of protest but it was soon devoured, lost somewhere down Sokka's throat as his tongue invaded that hot mouth, seeking those flames. They were there; he was pretty sure Zuko just carried around fire in his mouth all the time saved for just such an occasion as this, with the ice that surrounded them and the heat that was growing between them. Zuko was far less passive than Sokka had been when receiving his own kiss and even though Sokka had started it this time the prince soon took over, warring tongues pushed back into Sokka's mouth. Since holding on was superfluous at this point Sokka released his grip on Zuko's shirt, his hands burying themselves in the prince's thick hair. As the kiss continued one hand came forward, tracing the jagged line of Zuko's scar with eager fingertips.
Zuko broke the kiss then, breathing hard as he leaned away from Sokka and tried to stand. "Stop doing that." His voice wasn't as quiet as it had been before and Sokka wondered if he'd forgotten about their possible audience or if his temper was to the point where he didn't care.
A heavy footstep outside the door to the cooler reminded both of them where they were. Fearing option two, Sokka grabbed at Zuko, much as the prince had done to him earlier, slamming his hand over the other boy's mouth as he pushed him back against the wall. The footsteps moved on, past them down the hall, but Sokka found he suddenly had bigger worries. His hand was over Zuko's mouth, the prince's breath pure fire itself on his skin, but, having practically jumped across the cell onto the other boy, his whole body was pressed tightly to Zuko's. His face was against Zuko's shoulder, the prince's groin poking him in the stomach. Sokka smiled; so, he wasn't the only one interested here.
As soon as the person in the hall moved on Zuko grabbed Sokka, fingers curled around Sokka's upper arms with all the malleability of iron bars, and threw him back against the other wall. Zuko was glaring at him, hard, eyes a little wild, and Sokka could only stare back at him. His breath was heavy and hot in his chest- still full of the fire of tasting Zuko- and he wondered that the sound of it didn't give them away. He stood- moving slowly, like he would while facing some wild animal- and reached a hand out as he took a step across the cell toward the other boy.
Zuko didn't move. He just watched the hand through narrowed eyes, the expression on his face saying he might bite. Sokka let the hand rest on Zuko's shoulder as he moved closer. Zuko tensed and turned away as he approached but did not push him away again. Sokka let his hand trail down Zuko's bare arm, tangling his fingers with the other boy's when their hands met. He could see Zuko was watching him again and he shivered. It was unplanned, but after the heat of the past moments the freezing air of the cell cut right through him and he really was cold. He stepped forward again and curled against Zuko's side, careful to keep his hands away from Zuko's face and just as careful to avoid any brushing of either of their groins to the other; if Zuko didn't want that, Sokka was still his friend- plus he was starting to get really cold now and he wanted in on some of that firebending warmth.
Zuko let Sokka lean against him, his free hand coming up around Sokka's shoulders and pulling him closer. Zuko's breath was hot on his neck again and Sokka shivered. The arms around him tightened and the warmth filled him, surrounding him. Forgetting his affirmation to keep some distance, his head fell back against Zuko's shoulder and he was vaguely aware of Zuko's hands drifting lower, scalding over his stomach now, resting on his hips, crawling ever so slowly- as if they couldn't quite believe what they were doing- down over his thighs. Zuko's sharply inhaled breath was loud, right against his ear, when the prince's wandering fingers found Sokka's erection where it waited and Sokka moaned in response, not even caring if someone heard them.
Zuko paused a beat; taking in the information it seemed, because after that single beat the sweet heat of his hand pressed more firmly against the pants of Sokka's uniform. Sokka bucked up against the touch and moaned again, louder. "Shhh," Zuko hissed in his ear, but his hand didn't stop, moving up to slip inside the waist of Sokka's pants and make its way down to wrap fingers around the firm presence of Sokka's cock.
Sokka bit his lip to keep from crying out as his hips thrust against that touch, that obsessive heat, and he hid his face against Zuko's neck in an attempt to prevent the soft whimper he could not contain from reaching outside of their small oasis of heat. His hands were balled into fists, tense with the effort to not make a sound, and he could feel Zuko hard and erect, pressed against his back. Zuko's breathing was getting ragged as it scorched his ear and he was sure his wasn't any steadier as he tried to not implode from the feeling that was building in him. He tried to wet his lips, tried to find a trace of moisture in his throat, and managed to whisper, in a soft strangled voice, "Stop."
The reaction was almost instantaneous, and he wasn't sure if he was touched or insulted that Zuko seemed to be able to turn it off so quickly. The hand was gone from his pants so quickly he almost thought he'd imagined it in the first place and Zuko slipped out from behind him to slink around to the far side of the cell and watch him with shadowed eyes. Sokka stood for a moment, confused, the blood not exactly rushing to his brain. "No, I didn't…" He stepped toward Zuko again, the prince watching him warily. "I just meant," Sokka murmured, his hands going to the thin fabric of the prison garb that Zuko wore. He could see the evidence of Zuko's erection, pre-come moistening the front of his pants, and Sokka's hand went there, pressing against the hard cock, feeling it out. "I just meant to stop for a minute so I could, I dunno, turn around and touch you too."
Zuko's expression softened, his hands reaching out to pull Sokka closer again, claiming his mouth in a kiss that sent warm rolling heat boiling all the way down to Sokka's toes. He knew there was a stupid smile on his face, but Sokka didn't care as he pulled Zuko's pants down and pushed his long tunic up out of his way, kneeling to press his face against the other boy's groin. Zuko smelled clean and smoky and he tasted like summer, Sokka thought as he swallowed the head of Zuko's cock, like sunlight and sweat. Zuko cried out above him, pressing both hands over his own mouth to forestall further outbursts, trembling as Sokka swirled his tongue around the head experimentally and took that flesh in further.
It was Zuko this time who, snatching Sokka away and pulling him up to press their faces together, begged softly, "Stop, please, stop, by all the powers, too much…" He was shaking, hard, and Sokka wrapped his arms around the prince in a comforting gesture. Comfort was apparently not what Zuko wanted- he pulled open Sokka's pants and, before Sokka could fully comprehend what was happening, pressed their stiff cocks together, circling both with his hand and rubbing them against each other.
Sokka choked on the moan that wanted to burst from his throat, which was good from the standpoint of not being heard but didn't help him give any sort of expression to the feeling building inside him. He pressed forward, shoving Zuko back against the wall, and his hips snapped against the prince's hand circled around him, thrusting into that grip and against Zuko's own erection. Zuko's forehead was pressed to his shoulder and he could hear soft moans coming from the prince with every breath that rattled from him. Zuko's hand tightened around their cocks then released them from being trapped together, his hands coming up to pull at Sokka's tunic and belt, yanking the fabric up across Sokka's chest. "Take it off," he growled.
Sokka moaned, his face pressed to Zuko's shoulder. "Only if you do," he challenged back, his hands already gathering the heavy fabric of the tunic and pulling it over his head. Zuko followed suit quickly, the light prisoner's shirt landing on top of the guard's tunic in a pile on the floor as the prince reached for Sokka, hands exploring the chest bared to him now. Sokka pressed against Zuko again, his face tucked against bare skin as he breathed in the warm scent of the other boy. He smelled like summer too, Sokka thought; heat and the hint of wood smoke… His head lowered and he laved his tongue over one of Zuko's nipples, the darker flesh already pert and erect. Zuko twitched; his hand buried in Sokka's hair yanked the younger boy back up so that their mouths met. Sokka moaned again, squirming in Zuko's hold, and suddenly found himself thrust back against the icy wall, his face pressed against that cold, Zuko pressed hard and tight against his back, washing him in heat, the firm presence of Zuko's cock nestled between the cleft of his ass.
"Oh spirits, just put it in," Sokka moaned, and he was pretty sure he was being loud enough now that everyone in the whole prison could hear him. Zuko didn't notice, didn't hush him; he pressed tighter against Sokka's back, his movements sliding the wet head of his cock up and down Sokka's ass- Sokka's fingers clawed desperately at the wall, seeking some purchase, anything- as Zuko's arm came up and almost lazily stroked over Sokka's chest, fingers toying absently with a nipple. Sokka's moan was almost a whimper and he shoved back against the body behind him impatiently. By Enma; Zuko was supposed to be the hotheaded one- why had he learned patience now?
Zuko's knee nudged his legs apart and Sokka leaned forward further, widening his stance as he felt Zuko's fingers burn over his skin, tracing their way down to circle his opening. They were moist as they probed inside him, seeking; he moaned helplessly as they found what they sought and he bucked up against that sweet touch.
Sokka managed to swallow the involuntary sound of protest that tried to escape from his throat as the fingers were withdrawn after a few moments of stretching. Something thicker pressed to his opening and paused there for a moment, Zuko's hand on the small of his back. This wasn't going to be entirely pleasant, Sokka knew- a handful of melted ice and a few dabs of pre-come weren't enough slick to oil the way- but it wasn't like it was going to break him. And it wasn't like they were going to stop here. "Put it in," he repeated, the words little more than the hiss of breath against the icy wall, and he took a deep breath, trying to relax his clenched fists.
Zuko's arm around his chest pulled him back against the prince's body, and Zuko's breath was a distracting fire on his neck as Sokka felt the impossible pressure of the cockhead trying to enter him. Pain threaded through him- but it was Zuko twisting his nipple, and the unexpectedness of that sensation distracted him completely. He relaxed and Zuko was inside of him, the pulsing cockhead filling him inexorably. Zuko shuddered, trying to calm himself as he was distracting Sokka, and eased his way in further.
Sokka's mouth opened but no sound came out. His arms fell, his hands brushing the outside of Zuko's thighs as he reached back around and grabbed Zuko's ass. He heard Zuko inhale, the breath sharp and fast; the prince nuzzled Sokka's neck, then lips pulled back from teeth and he bit Sokka, nipping him hard along the fleshy ridge between shoulder and neck. Sokka made a protesting sound and his hands clenched further around Zuko's ass, but it worked again and he felt his body relax, opening as it accepted the full length of Zuko's cock, buried deep inside of him.
Sokka let his head fall back on Zuko's shoulder, turning to kiss the side of the prince's face. He sighed, warm and full… His own throbbing cock was almost a distant thought, until Zuko shuddered again with the effort of keeping still. He made a soft, strangled sound against Sokka's throat, asking, and Sokka whispered back, "Yes, oh yes please, move…"
Again the response was almost instantaneous. Zuko slide out of him, snapping back against him in a move that made them both moan, and Sokka leaned forward, his hands against the wall as he cried out, unable to stop. "Zuko! Oh, Zuko, please more…" And the object of his plea clamped a hand over his mouth again, Zuko's own mouth pressed to Sokka's shoulder hiding his cries in his lover's flesh. They both of them shook with building desire and the effort of silencing it; so consumed, Sokka didn't even hear the voice in the hall, didn't even notice at all except that Zuko had stopped moving and was simply pressed against him, trembling.
"Did you hear something?"
Sokka closed his eyes, praying By all the spirits, not now…
"Yes, I did. It was the guard down the other hall calling your name. Idiot! Didn't you know about the meeting the Warden called?" Footsteps paused directly outside their door as the guard waited for his companion to catch up. Zuko's breath whimpered against Sokka shoulder and Sokka just clenched his eyes shut and prayed harder. "There aren't any prisoners left on this hall anyway."
"Are you sure?"
"Sheesh, just come on will you? We're going to be late."
"Fine, fine." The second guard grumbled, but both boys listened to the sound of two pairs of booted feet walking away.
Sokka counted to five to make sure they were gone. He counted to five again, Zuko still motionless behind him, and didn't think he could take anymore. In that moment, Zuko's face peeled away from his shoulder and the prince let out a moan that echoed through the small room and which, Sokka was quite sure, could be heard all the way down the hall and wherever it was the Warden was having his meeting. He snapped his hips against Sokka's ass, pulling back and snapping forward again as Sokka choked back a moan of his own. "Don't fight it anymore," Zuko hissed in his ear, nipping lightly at the lobe. "There's no one nearby now; let me hear you."
Sokka yelped in surprise, then gave in to Zuko's request, moaning loudly as the prince's hand ghosted over his thigh and took hold of Sokka's own erection, long fingers circling hard flesh. He cried out again, Zuko's name falling from his lips, and thrust against the prince's fingers, his own hand coming to cover Zuko's while his other hand was pressed to the ice of the wall, seeking stability. He could feel the ice melting under his touch, as if his hand was filled with fire- that fire was building in him as well, pooling deep in his stomach and lower, pulling his balls tight against his body as it seemed to pound into his cock.
Zuko's thrusts were quicker now, his cries sharper, more desperate, and the prince's husky voice moaning Sokka's name echoed sweetly in the younger boy's ears. "Mmmm," Sokka hummed into Zuko's ear, the prince's skin warm under his lips, "Come, come for me, Zuko…"
Zuko's breath caught, his soft, wordless moan morphed into a sighed, "Sokka," and he came, one last thrust pushing him deep inside, and Sokka felt the wet heat that splashed against him inside. Zuko's fingers squeezed around him, and the tightness of that constricting heat combined with everything else was too much- he came, in stuttering thrusts against Zuko's hand, his head thrown back against Zuko's shoulder, the prince pressing hot kisses to his shoulder and the back of his neck.
When it was over they stood, breathing heavily, Sokka leaning against the wall; Zuko, arm around his lover, leaned against Sokka. Sokka felt his knees quiver under him and he managed to gather the energy to groan; Zuko pulled him back and managed to control their slow collapse to the floor. The ended up lying spooned together on the floor, still connected. Sokka leaned his head back on Zuko's shoulder and sighed. "That… was hot."
Zuko laughed; it was a warm sound that bubbled up out of him. "Yeah, I would have to agree."
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