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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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There are two people that this chapter is dedicated to; firstly to ~Kuragari75 from aff .net for two pieces of art the first located at http:/ ajj7sunhawk. Deviantart. com/#/d2oal40 (without spaces) for the insporation for "Interlude in the Spirit Realm"

Then to BlueTiger for her review and small statement on Sokka's duties to the Avatar, Sparking Random moments 1,

Then again to Kuragari75 for her amazing Tattoo; inspiring Random moments 2, please note I made some changes in the fic itself, mainly flipping the drawing at http:/ ajj7sunhawk. Deviantart. Com/ #/d2s7jqd (without spaces)

Thank you both sooo much you rock. And the final Interlude is dedicated to all who asked for their increased involvement.

Now Beta'd by the AMAZINg BrukleFlesch – thank you – any residual mistakes are mine

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Chapter 15 : Randomness

Interlude In the Spirit Realm : The Meeting

The Red Dragon lay surrounded by rock and fire. It was a creature of strength and dynamism, the undisputed ruler of its land. The areas around the Dragon needed its protection and strength to survive, the dragon had great might, and for its power it paid the price of great responsibility. There was no means to escape the responsibility, in every direction the dragon looked in the lands – were creatures that needed its protection, were lesser beings that required the Dragon to be strong and wise and perfect. None dared to see the vulnerability in the Dragon, none cared to see the fears and the pain that haunted the proud being, for to acknowledge such weaknesses in their leader would make them feel all the more vulnerable and weak in a hostile world. More than that, due to the power the Dragon commanded, none dared seek out the Dragon as a friend. Always around were creatures that tried to ingratiate themselves with the Dragon, the Dragon’s sensitive senses however, picked up the sick scent of fear, that oozed from the lesser spirits.

Without reason - they feared him, and their fear turned the Dragon’s stomach and made him a creature of solitude. Best to keep away from others, he decided, rather then one day lose control and yield to the urge to give them a reason to really fear him.

So the Dragon battled on behalf of everyone. As for its own problems, surrounded by fire and rock, the Dragon managed them - alone.

The red and gold could only fly so high, yoked to its responsibilities on the ground. Darkness and mist clouded its skies, only allowing the Dragon to skim the skies, flying but never truly free. Always weighted down. Each day it seemed the stone and ground got harder, each day the fires burned hotter, one day it would consume the Dragon – and the Dragon was helpless to change that.

Then as the Dragon awoke, without warning something changed. Uncertain ,the Dragon patrolled the low skies, red and gold flashing in the air. On a nearby peak, the Dragon saw something different; the air on the peak seemed cooler, brighter. Curious the Dragon’s wing dipped and he circled lazily towards the usually bleak and dark mountain top.

Silver-blue and gold, coated the top of the peak. There basking in the sun, yet exposed to the elements was a WolfHawk, asleep, its colours bright and cool making it stand out. The Dragon approached and the WolfHawk opened a lazy bright blue eye. Everything inside the Dragon froze, he had not meant to disturb the creature’s slumber, and it waited for the creature stink of fear, to cringe or attack.

The WolfHawk, opened its mouth showing impressive large and deadly canines, the Dragon tensed ready to defend itself, but then the WolfHawk completed its yawn, lazily gave the Dragon a once over, closed its eyes and went back to sleep.

The Dragon almost fell out of the sky. Absolutely fascinated the Dragon, circled the peak. The image of the peacefully sleeping WolfHawk mirrored in its scarred left eye, the Dragon glided around the creature, slowly and steadily getting closer.

The WolfHawk slept.

Never taking his left eye off the sleeping creature, the Dragon landed nearby.

Still the WolfHawk slept.

Tentatively, the Dragon came nearer.

The WolfHawk opened an eye, growled enquiringly. When the Dragon did not react the great beast seemed to simply shrug and go back to sleep, neither intimidated nor concerned by the Dragon’s presence.

The Dragon’s head reached out. He breathed in deeply, testing the air, and tasted only quiet confidence and cool strength. The Dragon reached out further, its snout almost touching the WolfHawk’s nose. Eyes still closed, in a lightning move the silver flashed, the Dragon felt wetness on its nose.

He jerked back to examine the damage, and ..the Dragon’s eyes widened. Amused, sparkling blue eyes fearless met the golden eyes. The creature had licked him, it had licked his snout. Actually licked him! The Dragon was torn between wonder and insult. He approached the amazing creature again, and again the WolfHawk daringly licked the great Dragon.

This was too precious; the Dragon could not help himself. Before he even realized he was moving the Dragon curled around the resting form. The softness of the fur was addictive, the coolness of the silver, seemed to drain the access heat, and give the Dragon relief from a stress it did not even realise existed. It waited for the WolfHawk to bolt, but the magnificent creature didn’t. Instead a great feathered wing opened, stretched and rested almost protectively across the Dragon’s back, and the WolfHawk absently nuzzled the Dragon’s head, before leaning against his neck and calmly went back to sleep.

The Dragon stayed curled around the WolfHawk, almost afraid to move lest it disturb its new friend’s slumber. The long silky fur of the Hawk against the Dragon's hard scales, caressed him, it was soft, welcoming and seemed to invite long strokes, soft caresses and playful tussling. How long they stayed like that the Dragon did not know or care, all he knew was that he did not want it to end.

But like all things, end it did. The Great Beast awoke stretched magnificently and with a graceful movement; he was high in the air– leaving the Dragon behind.

It was over -the WolfHawk was going, taking the softness with him and leaving the Dragon to the fires and stone. Then... a miracle occurred; The WolfHawk turned and called to the Dragon, the Dragon felt hope and wonder take birth inside him, and gracefully he took to the air.

The reflecting light of the silvery WolfHawk, melted the darkness around them, they flew higher and higher, faster and higher then the Dragon ever remembered going, they reveled in the freedom of flying together.

And when they tired, the WolfHawk seemed to search the ground for some place to rest. The Dragon was having none of that; he carefully herded his newfound treasure back to his peak. He led the suddenly skittish spirit back to his den, curling into his sleeping area, a wordless invitation. The WolfHawk, sniffed around the den, walked around examining everything, then he carefully approached the Dragon, turned in circles a couple of times, and settled next to the serpentine body. The Dragon sighed in pleasure, curling possessively around the Silver Beast. They settled to sleep/ Finally; they were where they belonged; home, – together.

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Random moments (1)

“Just a second!” Zuko suddenly snarled, in a swift move he turned on the bed, caught Sokka’s wrists and pinned him down on his back. His golden eyes blazed in annoyance.

Sokka glared right back at Zuko, unimpressed. “You have about three seconds to release my wrists Lord Zuko, or you cant blame me if they end up broken.”

Zuko glared, even angrier, “Hah, you like my hands on you too much to do that, BUT what the hell did you mean that you will serve me as you served the freaking Avatar?! How exactly did you serve that little bastard!”

Sokka felt his jaw go slack, he blinked at the jealous flare in Zuko's eyes, then he blinked again.

“Arrrghhh” Zuko suddenly found himself flying, he hit the floor hard, just in time to see Sokka's feet stomping off towards the bath area. Zuko picked himself up, unable to stop the small scowl, sat back on the bed. What the hell was wrong with Sokka? That had been a legitimate question! After all, the Avatar was a monk – always hanging around guys. Maybe that whole interest in Katara had been a front. That sneaky no good MONK!! It was all an act to get at Sokka, to steal Zuko's Prey from him. How dare that little midget.. Avatar or not, if he even came close to Sokka, Zuko would skin the sneaky weasel-snake alive and roast him – slowly.

Caught in his totally irrational jealous tirade, Zuko hardly noticed Sokka stomping into the room.

He did notice, in spates, when he was suddenly pushed back on the bed, and something smooth, hard and wet was shoved into his gaping mouth.

“Ahhh, ggguuuuuggghhh, heeeee!!!” For a few seconds only the desperate gasps of the Fire Lord were heard.

Sokka held Zuko down firmly, only his hand moved rhythmically, leaving Zuko gasping!! “There, you stupid Jerk Bender! How dare you? The stupid images you put into my head!!! GROSS!!!Didn't you mother teach you better?!! Stupid potty mouths like yours deserve to be washed out with SOAP!!!

It was a good two hours before the bitter taste of soap left the sulking Firebender’s mouth. Sheesh, he was the Fire Lord! Stupid Water Tribesman probably didn’t get the memo!

Random Moments (2)

“Do you like it?” Zuko asked nervously.

It had been 3 days since Sokka had declared himself Zuko's and the Fire Lord was extremely nervous that his beloved would not like what he had done.

Sokka stared at his reflection in the mirror. Thanks to Zuko's damned jealousy, the whole day had been traumatic. Well, the few hours in the morning that Sokka remembered had been, anyway. Most of his day he had spent fast asleep. That had been the only way his blasted dragon had managed to allow the tattoo artist to have such extended close contact with Sokka without burning the elderly man to a crisp. The tattoo artist had been as old as Master Piandoa and yet his Supreme High Stick-up -the-Assness had almost gone ballistic after the first 10 minutes.

To settle the Lord down, Sokka had reluctantly drunk the sleeping medicine, so this was the first time he was viewing the tattoo created by his Lord. Hmm, sleeping though the pain of having a tattoo carved on his face and neck – was something Sokka could not quite – regret. Relief was a better description of his emotions.

On his left cheek in stark black was the head of a black dragon, with its fiery serpentine body curling around and down, the body was a fiery ribbon, that formed a circle on his neck. In the middle of the circle, right on the jugular was an intricate carving of the symbol of the Fire Lord – the 3 pronged flame. The ribbon snaked down to Sokka's chest where, just below his left collar bone, the serpentine body became the torso of a stylized Wolfhawk. Curling around Sokka's heart, one wing flowed out. The wing contained the only colours in the tattoo; streaks of flowing silver, blue and purple were pattered delicately into the wing, making it look like waves and water, a tribute to the Water Tribe, which, Zuko knew -banished or not -was extremely important to his warrior.

“Err.. well do you like it?” Zuko said again, unnerved by Sokka's long silence. “I wanted the tattoo to represent us. Everyone will see the dragon, that is obvious and prominent, the most outward form of protection, and our people will recognize immediately - that by being given such a tattoo, you are an important member of the Fire Nation. The WolfHawk is over your heart - it protects both of us, cause well.. that is where I wanna be... in your heart.” Zuko's voice trailed off a little, his face red with embarrassment.

“Hmm and what about the motif on my neck?” Sokka asked his voice giving nothing away.

Zuko went redder, “Err...that is well, representing - that is ..its --” Zuko could not say it. What if Sokka hated it?

“Let me guess? It represents that I belong to you? It's your version of a brand on me?” Sokka said without emotion.

Zuko nodded miserably, he had allowed his possessiveness to take over, again - and now Sokka was going to be mad at him. His mouth went dry, perhaps he should have hidden the soap.

Sokka said something that Zuko didn't hear. “You hate it, I'm sorry Sokka, maybe we can change it to something better .. maybe we need..”

Zuko found his mouth was full again, but this time by a taste he never wanted to lose. Sokka's tongue invaded his mouth, the kiss was long and hard, making the Fire Lord pant for more.

“You weren't listening, I don't just like it, I love it Zuko. Thank you. I am honored that you thought of such powerful and meaningful symbols.”

Zuko did not remember how they got to the bed, but the rest of the night was spent in a haze of delicious passion.

Interlude 2 : Earth Nation

“Katara, Katara!” Aang yelled, almost tripping himself as he hurried towards his fiancée. Blades of ice flew towards him; he gracefully jumped around them, and blew air out to send the ice into the ground, forming a heart shaped pattern.

Katara grinned. “Aww, Aang, that is so sweet.” She grinned and pulled him in for a quick peck on the cheek. “What’s got you so excited?”

“We’ve both received an invitation to attend Zuko's Unification Ceremony in two weeks. Isn't that great?” Aang said, nearly dancing in excitement.

“Sure, Aang, of course we’re going. We’ll leave say two days before the event. We can clear our schedule by then – well, at least most of it,” Katara said as she glanced at the mountains of paperwork and petitions on her desk. “So what is a Unification Ceremony anyway?”

“No idea! But I'm sure the food will be great.” Aang said with a grin, his nose wrinkling as he scanned a document, crushed it and threw it into the trash bin. Katara sighed, recovered the document, straightened it, and carefully filed it away. Aang much preferred the moments when Katara got mad, froze the paper, and broke it into a million glittering pieces. He looked balefully at Katara. “Maybe he is getting MARRIED! You know, actually having the ceremony!”

Katara sighed, “Aang, we have been through this, we aren't getting married until we find Sokka! That's FINAL! You want to get married FIND MY BROTHER!” Katara's voice broke with fear, guilt and anxiety, she could not help it. Her fears with regards to Sokka's safety were now always just below the surface. How could she not have known?!

“I know, I know! Katara I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I don't want to get married without asking for his blessings either.” Aang choked out as he hugged Katara tight, he was finally taller then her. The couple comforted each other for a few moments.

Aang's mind scrambled to find something to distract Katara, “Hey! On other news, I finally got some information from the Spirit Realm. You have no idea how hard it was to find a talking animal spirit. I finally found a, Ape-Parrot spirit that had enough intelligence and speech to tell me stuff. Do you know how much they repeat themselves? Man, the whole conversation took hours!” Aang shook his head in exasperation. Katara waited patiently for him to continue.

“Well, unfortunately the jungle of the Ape-Parrot was really far from the mountains, which seem to be the origin of the problems, so the information was a bit jumbled. It seems that a red Dragon spirit was having a kind of turf war or argument with a Bat-Fox or Wolf-Hawk spirit. Great mists from the mountains swept through the forest thanks to whatever battle was going on. The Ape-Parrot believes some resolution has been made. He thinks the Dragon probably had the other spirit for dinner. It has been real quiet since,” Aang said with a grin.

Katara stared at her bald love, her eyes widening as her instincts screamed. Her eyes glazed a little as she listened to an echo deep inside herself. “Aang, I have had dreams of my Spirits, you know that my Spirit has taken the form of the Frilled-Narwal well, Zuko's Spirit I believe is the Red Dragon.”

“Yeah, so you think that this has something to do with Zuko?” Aang mused. Katara suddenly gripped his shoulder tightly..

Her voice was high with urgency! “Aang, though it is rarely used, one of the alternate totems of the Water Tribe is the silver WolfHawk. Remember Father said that Sokka would likely avoid the lands of the Fire Nation, because the Fire-Spirit had attacked Sokka on sight? By the Moon Spirit, what if - what if.. Zuko has..”

“Zuko would not hurt Sokka, Katara!” Aang said firmly.

“Zuko wouldn’t!! But the Fire Spirit, the Fire Spirit attacked Sokka when he was unarmed and on a crutch, Aang! What if..” Katara's eyes began to cloud.

“What if... Zuko lost control? Like Azula did....” Aang's voice trailed off. There was a long, sick silence in the room. Determination suddenly shone in the Avatar's eyes. He hugged Katara close and then, pressing a kiss to her forehead, simply nodded.

Katara smiled.

In perfect accord, fire and ice turned the mountain of paperwork to scrap as the two went to prepare to leave immediately for the Fire Nation.

--tbc--

Well guess what's next? Cause YOU ASKED for it. Hope you enjoyed the random moments and the first meeting. Please review! Any suggestions for the confrontation? Any other random moments you'd like to see? Review and ask.
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