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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.

Chapter List
- 13
- 14
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InfinitysDaughter Kireania : Thanks lol, Longer Chapter as requested :D
Sapphire Sophilia : lol I am wondering how that is gonna work too, I have plans – the story has changed form what I originally thoought so – its gonna be different.

Gagillion thanks to BrukleFlesch my amazing Beta; editied sooo fast! You rock!

Okay, this is a different take on the errrr. Smex, I do hope you enjoy it.

Read, review and enjoy.

Chapter 14 : You Go too Far

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

Zuko gasped, words dying in his throat as he crushed Sokka to his chest, holding him tightly.

Sokka breathed in the scent of the Fire Lord. Spirits...it was so wonderful to hold and be held, to feel their bodies touching. He had missed this so much. Sokka reveled in the warmth, then something wet landed on his shoulder and everything in him just stopped for a moment. He jerked away to stare at his Dragon. It was an odd feeling of horror that overcame Sokka when he saw Zuko's scarred eye was dripping tears while the other was moist, a strange mixture of emotions reflected in the golden eyes.

“Zuko?” Sokka asked in confusion.

“Why, Sokka? Why did you have to take it so far? I…I…just needed your physical surrender, you gave me so much more…. Damn it, Sokka, I love you so fucking much! You make me so amazingly happy, but Sokka...did you think I would not hear...that I would not know...the price that extra bit of surrender cost you? I KNOW! You never even tried to ice over, you did not really try to fight me; if you did, we both know – the way I am right now – you probably would have held out longer than me! But you never really put up a fight! And then…you gave...you gave...me… Why did you do it? Why did you go so far...? Damn you, you stubborn peasant...why did you hurt yourself like that!” Zuko's words were rough and broken, but his tearing eyes were so soft, reflecting the pain that Sokka had felt. Zuko's hand almost compulsively cupped and stroked his beloved’s face, running his fingers through Sokka's hair, tracing his strong cheekbones, loving the feel of his Prey.

Sokka's own eyes cleared, and the blue deepened, a small smile crossed his lips. He turned a little and kissed the palm cupping his face, then he lifted his head and gently caught the falling tears with the tip of his tongue. Almost reverently he tasted the Fire Lord's tears, his eyes closing in absolute pleasure as the moisture absorbed into his own body. Zuko watched the reaction in awe, his heartbeat quickening.

Sokka leaned his forehead against Zuko's as he opened his eyes. Blue and gold eyes met, the world around them becoming nothing. “Why did I go so far? Two reasons. Firstly, it was a kind of apology on my part,” Sokka said sheepishly. “I hurt you Zuko, I didn't realize how badly my escape would I hurt you – I never wanted that. I also hurt myself and I think somehow that hurt you more. But even though I hurt you, you threw your pride away for me; before all your men you made yourself vulnerable for me, the Fire Lord conceding to the Peasant. Yeah, I could have fought more, but I really, really wanted to lose.” Sokka's smile was cheeky as he pecked a kiss on Zuko's nose. “You deserved it.”

Zuko, his heart swelling in his eyes, silently waited for Sokka to continue. Blue eyes went serious. “The second reason, Zuko, I went that far, I gave you that much is...because it was my choice. My decision. That is me, Zuko…. Since when have I ever done anything halfway? If I’m yours...then I am yours…unconditionally…you are now my Lord. And I will serve you as I served Aang, with everything that is in me, as a warrior, as a friend, as an advisor, as a confidante, and...as anything else you need me to serve as. Without reservation, I am yours, my Lord Zuko, until you no longer need me, everything that makes me me, is yours,” Sokka said simply and sincerely.

Zuko choked. He held Sokka's face as if it was the most precious and valuable thing in the world. Mimicking the reverence with which Sokka absorbed his tears, Zuko's mouth touched the firm lips gently. The kiss was deep, souls touched; Zuko absorbed the absolute bliss the offering gave him. Flames blazed in his eyes as he allowed Sokka to see the depth of his love. Feathering kisses on Sokka's lips, Zuko whispered firmly, “Good. I know you have problems accepting this, but by your own words, Sokka, you are mine forever…until we draw our last breath, and beyond that. I need you, my Love. With everything that is inside me, everything that makes me me, I need you, MY Sokka; I will never stop needing you. I am going to brand it into your bones, my Stubborn Warrior, you are mine forever, and I will never, never stop needing you – so I will never let you go!”

Sokka trembled at the words; somehow they seemed to find and soothe the gaping wounds in his psyche. Sokka pressed his face to Zuko's, they held each other tightly, and as silent tears rolled down both their cheeks, the process of healing truly began.

“Sokka,” Zuko said tentatively into the silence, his voice strangely young and uncertain, “Sokka, do you love me, just a little?”

Sokka looked up and saw the vulnerability in the ember eyes, and he only had the truth to offer: “Zuko, I…I…am not sure. Things happened so damn fast.” Sokka gulped and continued, “I...am not sure. I hurt when I am not with you, when we are together I feel…well…full, safe…and yet excited and other things. Is that love? I don't know. I only know...that I could love you, I want to love you, I need you – more than I have needed anyone, and I never imagined I could come close to wanting someone as much as I want you. But…but…I am not sure if what I am feeling now is love. I don't know, Zuko. I’m sorry, I just don't know.” Sokka spoke with aching poignancy.

Zuko smiled as he suddenly nuzzled at the tormented face. “Don't look so sad, Sokka; I’m not. You don’t have to force yourself, the seeds are there, and I am more than capable of nurturing them, of teaching you to love me. Trust me, okay? I am more than up to this challenge,” Zuko said, his eyes sparking with determination. Sokka may not have realized it, but to Zuko his Prey's precious confession had sounded like love to him. Sokka, Zuko realized, could not see his feelings as love until his insecurities had been defeated, and Zuko had every intention of hunting down each of his Prey’s concerns and turning them into ash.

To that end, the first thing Zuko intended to do was strengthen the bonds between them and quench the consuming hunger that ate at his senses almost every moment of each day. He had his own insecurities to deal with and the Dragon needed to have a tangible hold on his Wolf-Hawk, or Zuko feared for the safety of anyone who came into contact with Sokka.

His lips found Sokka's again, but this time the kiss was sensuous and needy. Zuko's hands roamed the strong body pressed close to his. He was rewarded by Sokka's gasp of surprise, and then a shudder as, with those slight sensations, mere warmth turned to heat, and the passion bubbled to the surface. Zuko pushed Sokka to his back once more and rose above the warrior. Impatient, there was a burst of flame, and the clothing on the Fire Lord’s own body crumbled into ash around them. Sokka's eyes went impossibly wide as he understood the Dragon could wait no more. A feral and needy look burned in the golden eyes.

Sokka wondered at his own feelings. Neither the burst of flame nor the burning look caused him the slightest bit of fear or discomfort. He knew what Zuko wanted, and by the spirits he wanted it, too. He raised a hand, palm up, enticingly to the man he now saw as his Lord, and arched his head back, exposing his throat, offering silently what was now the Fire Lord’s.

The sound Zuko made as his hand clasped Sokka's was indescribable, a combination of a possessive growl, a loving sigh, and a whimper of awe at how far his Prey would go for him. For all the sacrifices he had made, all the humiliations he had suffered in his life, the rejection and scorn of his own family, the crushing endless responsibilities, Zuko had never imagined someone so perfect, so fucking strong would be his. He could wait no longer; he leaned down and his lips found the throbbing pulse on the powerful neck. He kissed gently at first, then, unable to help himself, he bit hard, marking the warrior as his. Sokka cried out in surprise, but his hands buried in the dark silk hair, holding the Firebender close to him.

Zuko suddenly dragged Sokka to the edge of the bed. He knelt between Sokka's splayed legs, and without hesitation his hot mouth closed around the thick, throbbing organ. Any ability Sokka had to think was destroyed utterly at that instant. Every bit of his consciousness was flooded with a tremendous surge of desire, heat, need, and lust. He could not think, he could only react and respond to the demands of the clever mouth and tongue that suckled, nibbled, and consumed the heart of his manhood.

Sokka, his body primed from the revelations, would have come in the first minute, but when Zuko felt the throbbing, the pounding of blood that would give way to release, evil fingers closed around the base, blocking the flow of blood, halting the climax.

“Aaaahhhh... Zuko, Zuko...don't...please...” Sokka was panting, pleading. To be so close to the edge and to be denied caused a pleasure that bordered on pain. His body thrust and shook, but Zuko refused to allow release, his fingers ringing the desperate cock, keeping Sokka's pleasure just out of his reach. Pre- cum seeped out in generous portions, soaking Zuko's hand. The Fire Lord indulged himself with the other’s offering before looking up with burning eyes.

“No, Sokka, you will not cum, not yet!” Zuko said firmly. “Let the flames within you bake, my Prey, let them grow. This time you will not come until I am inside you, until we come together. Until we are one,” he commanded, and the warrior shuddered. There was shocked wonder in Sokka's face as he slowly nodded. Zuko's fingers gradually relaxed the pressure on Sokka's cock and the blue eyed man trembled, his body arching and writhing in pleasure, but he did not come. He was on the knife-edge of pleasure and Zuko kept him there, fanning the flames of passion, bringing his oversensitive skin to blazing life.

Two fingers slid into Sokka, preparing him. It hurt, but Sokka welcomed the pain, clenched around the fingers – Zuko was inside him. Spirits, he wanted this, he wanted to keep the Fire Lord inside him, hold tight so there was no escape, no way to lose what he needed so desperately. Sokka mewled in need.

Suddenly Sokka was turned on the bed, his torso glided across the multihued sheets, and he screamed. The sensations were too much, so many different feelings all at once, tantalizing his over-hard nipples, wrapping around his cock, the cool sheets contrasting with the addictive fire at his back. Sokka needed and he needed now. “Zuko...you jerk, take me now or I will bloody well KILL you!”

“Wait…oil!” Zuko panted out, perspiration feathering his brow. He tried to think, but...he could not, his need was so great.

“No...no waiting...nothing between us, just you and me.... Do it, Zuko!” Sokka ordered, moving his body...enticing, needing...calling the Dragon home.

Zuko's eyes glazed over. Still his love allowed him to move slowly as he pushed himself carefully into the welcoming warmth of his Prey.

The muscles in Sokka's neck and jaw tensed. It hurt; spirits, it seemed like he was being torn in half, but…but...something was emerging from the tearing, something new, powerful, and utterly beautiful. The pain was fading fast, and the feeling of being saturated in ecstasy, of being permeated by the incandescence that was Zuko filled ever part of Sokka's being. Nothing had ever felt so delicious, so damned wonderful...and Sokka was greedy.

Zuko was trying to move slowly, to limit the pain he was causing his beloved, when suddenly Sokka thrust back and consumed him. Zuko roared as all ability to control anything, least of all himself, fled. He surrendered to the sensations that engulfed him and he thrust, touching something deep inside Sokka.

Both men roared in pleasure, their bodies merged as one, moving together in an ancient unnamed dance, scaling the heights of passion together. There was nothing except them, the universe splintered as they melted together, collapsing boneless on the sheets, the desperate embrace the only solid thing in the fluid world of their shared desire.

No words were said. When the world righted itself, Zuko quietly got up, gathered some warm water in a bowl, and returned to gently clean off and care for his lover. Sokka lay in respite, too replete to move. The two cuddled under the sheets and lay facing each other for a long time.

Finally Zuko reached out and stroked Sokka's tattoo-less face and neck. “You lost the bet,” he said at last, rather inanely.

“Hmmm...strange, feels like I won,” Sokka replied with a small smile, nipping at Zuko's fingers. “Never been happier to lose a bet before, so whatcha want?” Sokka asked a little coyly.

Zuko's eyes were serious. A little unsure, he hesitated. What he was going to ask he knew was selfish, but Sokka was such a free and wild spirit. Zuko was a little afraid even now that his Wolf-Hawk would fly away and leave him with nothing but the killing flames.

“Zuko?” Sokka asked encouragingly. He brought a hand up to mimic Zuko and trace the strong lines of Zuko’s face.

“Sokka, I know it’s unfair, and even though you lost the bet, you don't have to do it. Just consider it, okay? I don't want you to do it unless you want to...okay?” Zuko rambled, barely coherent.

“Zuko, unless you are asking me to commit murder, I don't see what the problem is. Spit it out already, I am dying of curiosity here,” Sokka said, purposely pinching Zuko's ear in a small reprimand.

“Ouch! I'm the Fire Lord, you know!”

“Yeah, that and a hundred silver will add up to the value of one gold,” Sokka responded with a cheeky grin.

Zuko grinned back, relaxing, a little.

“Okay, Sokka, here it is: for losing the bet, will you consider, just consider…getting a Fire Nation tattoo?” The words rushed out of Zuko. “Just a small tattoo, you can choose any Fire Nation design you like, it doesn't have to be up to your face like a true Water Tribe tattoo, but I'd like it if it at least came to your neck, so people could see it just a little. I know it’s a Water Tribe custom, and not a Fire Nation one, but since you are Fire Nation now, please just consider it. A small one...” Zuko trailed off, a kind of wistful look on his face.

Sokka looked at him, stunned. He half sat up on the bed and stared down at the Fire Lord, a look of utter disbelief on his face.

Zuko flushed red. “I'm sorry, Sokka, the Fire Nation symbol is still not something to be worn with pride, you don't have to. Look, forget I—”

Words dwindled as one finger to Zuko's lips silenced him.

“In the Water Tribe, we did not choose our own tattoos. The tattoos were awarded to us by the leaders or the council based on what they deemed to be our worth and status. It was not the size of the tattoo that mattered, rather the more intricate the design, the richer the colors, the deeper the meanings, the higher the status of the one who was awarded the tattoo.” Sokka suddenly knelt on the bed and bowed his head almost regally at Zuko.

“Fire Lord Zuko, from chest to cheek, if you deem it fit to honor this boy with a tattoo, I will wear with the pride of a man any symbol that you so choose to grace me with,” Sokka said formally, his voice a little choked as he tried but failed to fully hide how much his tattoo-less state had hurt him.

“Gah!” Sokka shouted in surprise as he was tackled back on to the sheets, his lips taken by the ecstatic Fire Lord, who could not quite believe how lucky he was.

---tbc---

Well? How was the chappie (Zuko and Sokka not the only ones with insecurities) hehehe
Hmmm and watcha thik of the Tattoo, and suggestions? Ideas and stuff welcome. Review please
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