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Dragon's prey	By : ajj77sunhawk Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Slash - Male/Male > Sokka/Zuko Views: 20843 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar, and I do not make any money from these writings.

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Thank you – to all the lovely reviewers, I am so glad you are enjoying this tale. You are soooo utterly amazing and wonderful for taking the time to review and share your opnions. It has been quite a hectic time at work – stress is BAH! Anyway still had this little scene playing in my head and had to write it... consider this a tantalizer. Hehehehehe

Many thanks to the lovely BrukleFlesch for betaing.

Read, review and Enjoy!

Chapter 13 : The Bet

This was not fair, SOOOO absolutely, totally...not fair!! Sokka groused. He could not move, his hands locked on the bed, muscles strained, and perspiration glittering off the tanned flesh. His feet slid helplessly against the spirits-damned multihued sheets. The loincloth, his only clothing, proved to be much more of a distraction than being naked would actually have been. Damp with sweat and other bodily fluids, the delicate cloth clung to his leaking, oversensitive flesh, not tight enough to bring completion, only tight enough to tantalize, to maintain the heat and increase the warrior's torment.

“ZUKO!!!!” Sokka gasped out as for what seemed the thousandth time the Fire Lord ran his fingers delicately across the glistening skin. Zuko touched nothing essential, he paid no attention to the budding nipples and the straining member; instead he ran his fingers from Sokka's hairline to the edge of the loincloth, sometimes softly, at other times firmly, and at all times sensually. Learning the textures of Sokka's skin and leaving trails of fire that grew and grew as they fed of the warrior’s own rising desires.

Stretched out beside his partner, Zuko's smile was a mixture of love and gross evil as his hand made another long foray down the over-stimulated flesh that arched soooo…deliciously towards him. “Admit defeat, Sokka, stop my hands from moving, and we can continue.”

Sokka's palms gripped the sheets desperately; he would not give in. There was nothing tying him down, nothing holding him immobile – that would have made this easier – instead all his flagging will was used to keep his straining hands motionless in the face of the Lord's determined assault on his senses. He did not want to lose…spirits, but he needed...he needed so…much more. More than the enticing touches, more than the seemingly innocent strokes. Sokka’s deprived nipples were pebble-hard, his body undulating, trying to get 'accidental' touches, but Zuko was too canny for that and always moved away, leaving the need to grow and the torment to increase.

Stupid Zuko, stupid Fire Lord! “Aarrrggghh!” Sokka arched up in invitation as another hot, unsatisfying stroke glided up his hungry flesh. Stupid arrogance, stupid pride...stupid, stupid...stupid...BET!!!!

The coach had arrived back at the palace, and no one had intruded as the two slept. It was a good four hours before Sokka's stomach had rather rudely spoilt the peace in the coach. Then Sokka had rudely hauled the protesting Fire Lord away from his cocoon of comfort, and it was Sokka who dragged Zuko's grumbling form into the training rooms (the whole path from the coach to the rooms had been cleared of ANYONE – just in case). Food was laid out already, and Sokka happily dumped Zuko on a chair, closed the door, and went to inspect the appetizing scents. So engrossed in his self-appointed quest to defeat the monster that had lodged in his belly, he missed the extremely satisfied smile and gleam of pure possessiveness in Zuko's eyes as the Firebender watched his Prey willingly imprison himself and even shut the door.

The two had a satisfying meal, and then Zuko had very reluctantly left to deal with formal matters that he had ignored over the last two days. Sokka had busied himself with a long hot soak, followed by serious mental and physical practice. In the evening when Zuko joined him for the meal, he found Sokka smiling rather smugly at him throughout the meal.

“What?!” Zuko finally asked, a little tired of the smug sidelong looks Sokka was giving him. He would much rather have seen desire and need in the blue eyes, not the humorously arrogant glances.

“You need more practice, Zuko…. Tut, tut, tut...for a warrior you sure have very poor self control. Man, I can't remember ever losing control like that – even when I was a kid. My level is definitely too high for you to aspire to.... Maybe you need Aang to give you lessons in being less emotional.” Sokka snorted in laughter as he spoke in a deliberately superior and condescending tone.

Zuko's teeth ground together as he glared at the laughing blue eyes that mocked him so easily. Then slowly a rather delightful plan formed, and the glare turned into a challenging grin. “So...you have such great control, huh?” Zuko almost purred out, “What say you we have a little bet and test that theory?”

*****

That little conversation had led to Sokka's current predicament. He had to prove his 'superior' control by allowing Zuko to touch 'safe' places on his body for two hours without lifting his hands off the bed. Sokka had been so smug when Zuko had – to be fair – offered not to touch the obviously erogenous areas on Sokka's body and allow Sokka the loincloth. Sokka was sure he would be able to master his reactions.... he really... really...should have known better.

His smile died two seconds after Zuko's hands made contact with his bare skin. His smugness evaporated after the first long tantalizing, stroke. Zuko's fingers left trails of flame along Sokka's skin, each sensuous touch awakening nerve endings Sokka had never known he possessed, and the more those fingers skimmed his flesh, the deeper the sensations sank into the young man. It had not taken two hours. Hell, it had not even taken ONE hour. In just over 20 minutes, Sokka was lifted to the point he was at now: his control taken to its breaking point…his need burning, consuming...and growing, constantly growing.

His eyes hooded, Zuko watched his Prey's squirming body. He could hardly believe it. He was allowing nothing but his hands to touch Sokka, but even fully clothed, he was at the very edge of his control. If Sokka did not give in, Zuko would break first and consume the luscious hard berries that tempted his senses with every move the other made. Zuko could not believe how much he ached to touch all those areas barred to him because of their silly bet. Sokka was his; ergo nothing of Sokka should be prohibited from his touch. Zuko smiled ruefully; he was talking himself into losing the bet.

But...he would not, he could not...lose...he needed Sokka to yield to him. He needed Sokka to want him, more than anything. He needed Sokka to willingly sacrifice his pride and control on the altar of their desires. He wanted Sokka to realize, in no uncertain terms, that deep on his flesh, down to his very bones, he belonged to Zuko, that it was Zuko and not Sokka who was the true master of the beautifully crafted form that writhed with erotic abandon before him.

Steeling his determination, Zuko let his fingers dance down Sokka's body, tracing burning paths from Sokka’s thighs to his feet and meandering up again, pressing behind his knees, to the edge of the cloth and down again. The needy sighs and sounds that escaped his Prey's lips were music to his ears as he traced the inner thigh and behind Sokka's weak knee.

“Gaaahhhh!” Desperate hands grasped Zuko's arms as, in a violent move, his control crumbling, Sokka sat up and pressed his forehead to Zuko's. “Please...” Sokka choked out. Zuko stared, entranced by the blue eyes that were pools of pure need and desire. At that moment, no regret, no challenge, not a smidgen of fear or false pride was reflected in the azure depths.

Zuko's lips slammed on Sokka's, pushing him back down again. Zuko's clothed form blanketed Sokka, his right hand found the hard throbbing cock, and his left pinched and played with the hard buds that had been so desperate for Zuko's heat. Sokka had missed the man he had run from more than he could admit aloud, and the small added stimulation was all he needed. Surrendering to the heat was no sacrifice.... Sokka released his last grip on false pride…and abandoned himself to the flames.

His body exploded and a salacious cry left his lips; he felt as if his soul were being dragged from him only to be cocooned by the Firebender’s. Technically Zuko had yet to take Sokka's body, but the last of Sokka's self-preservation shattered. Whether Zuko was just using him, whether he was fated to be thrown away and cast out some time in the future, his insecurities aside, though he was still uncertain of his feelings, in that moment one thing was crystal clear in Sokka's mind.

Sokka held tight to Zuko, buried his head into Zuko's shoulder, and his words, though whispered, were clear. “Yours...I am yours!”

--tbc--

Could continue – but it’s too natural a place to stop. Please review. :)

Main requests that people want is to see Aang's and Katara's reactions – that is coming :after the sex, and other suggestions and ideas -do share. I dont promise to use them but I will definitely consider it.
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