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AFTRS!: All For The Random Smut	By : MysticAnime Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Slash - Male/Male > Sokka/Zuko Views: 11671 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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All For The Random Smut : The True Second Installment…
AR- I dunno what Gods are out there, but I’m sure one of them will smite me somehow for writing/posting this up…
Also I apologize if this is at all hard to read… never written sex action before… and being female, well… hard to know what guys feel/think… and I wanted to get both boy’s thoughts… so I bounce back and fourth a lot… yaah… /e goes and hides now….
Legals and Warnings: I do not own Avatar: the Last Airbender, Nick does. This chapter contains boy on boy action… DETAILED B on B. If you no like such things… then be smart and not read… well this chapter at least. Chapter 3 is back to light smut.. well… I think chapter 3 is funny… it’s the morning after. /e snickers uncontrollably.
Consider yourselves warned.
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Zuko’s mind was reeling while his eardrums thrummed with the pounding rain outside the two man tent. This was the last thing he ever, correction. He NEVER envisioned something like this happening. And even if he had thought of becoming intimate with a boy, which he hadn’t, this water tribe peasant would never have been on his list. The fool was loud, annoying, ate all the food and was just plain spiteful towards the Fire Nation and especially its prince. But somehow here Zuko found himself. On his back with said annoying peasant laying on top of him… Kissing him.
The monotonous drone of the storm helped drown out his, and the peasants, beating hearts and Zuko took the opportunity to try and mediate and think clearly though this. Finally finding control of his arms, Zuko grabbed Sokka’s shoulders fully intending to push the boy off of him. This really wasn’t right after all, on so many different levels. He should be the one in control. Not this pathetic excuse for a fighter. But Zuko’s strength left him as he felt his tongue being sucked in between sharp teeth. Discovering a cooler, more refreshing mouth that still contained remnants of their meager dinners, Zuko found himself paralyzed in the embrace. Ok, so now the peaches were slowly beginning to grow on him.
Sokka was the one in complete control here, and he wasn’t completely out of his mind… yet. He was well aware he was treading on fine ice. Playing with fire on thin ice none the less, but the danger really only added to the thrill. Sokka felt the fire benders fists tighten and lock around the neck of his jerkin, but there was no strength or heat in the gesture and Sokka knew he had the silent ok to continue. Well, he prayed to the Gods that he did anyway.
The thin red thing the prick actually considered bedding was quickly disposed of, landing in what was left of the puddle Sokka had made with his boots earlier. Annoying firebender, only drying his side of the tent. ‘He’s going to pay for that.’ Sokka grinned wickedly as he thought about being able to finally get some revenge. For tonight as well as a hundred other things that the Prick got away with. Outside the storm felt as if it was encouraging him on.
Sokka looked in wonder at the ivory skin of the prince’s torso, it almost seemed to glow in the near darkness. How on earth did he manage to stay so pale considering he was in the sun all the time? The wonder quickly turned to jealousy of the near perfectness of Zuko’s tight muscular body. The Prick was always going around shirtless, and Sokka was certain Zuko was doing it to taunt him on how much more physically fit he was. Especially during practices and at night. Only a firebender could stay warm at nights with nothing but a pair of thin pants and one silk sheet. But as much as Sokka hated looking at Zuko’s fine tuned body, touching it was turning into quite a different matter.
Slowly Sokka moved his fingertips down the warm pale skin. Now that he didn’t have to keep Zuko’s mouth pried open, he began to feel every inch. Starting at the chin, warn calloused fingers turned to silk as they trailed down Zuko’s neck, taking the time to caress the sides and hollow underneath his adam’s apple. Sokka was actually quite shocked at how thin and seemingly frail the Firebender’s neck felt. ‘All it would take is one tight squeeze to snap…’ Shifting his weight into a more comfortable position Sokka knew he’d never be able to perform the act. He’s guilty conscious would never let him live knowing he killed another human outside of self defense. Even if it was a Firebender.
Sokka continued to feel along the thin collar bones, Sokka had felt chicken bones thicker. ‘Mmmm fire roasted chicken… with hot herbs and spices…’ A grunt brought him back, reminding him that the thick thing in his mouth was the Prince’s tongue, not food. Sokka was sooo grateful that his stomach for once didn’t growl at the thought of food.
Ignoring the feeble wiggling underneath him, Sokka continued spreading his hands wide he slide down Zuko’s upper chest. His pecks were firm and the nipples to Sokka’s delight were hard and protruding. Here Sokka stopped to experiment and play a little, rubbing and pinching the twin nubs. Excitement flooded Sokka as he felt the Prick attempt, yet fail, in not giving any response to the sexual foreplay.
The Idiot biting his tongue snapped Zuko’s senses back to full alert and Instantly Zuko cursed himself for allowing his emotional guards to slip away with the quite melody of the rain and the soft caresses of the teens fingers. Though the slow cool touch was antagonizing wonderful on Zuko’s heated skin and he briefly wondered why the hell the Idiot was doing this. He was always bragging about some sort of girlfriend. Allowing the teen to get this close was sloppy and reckless. Even this idiot could snap his neck in this position.
The thought animated his limbs and Zuko attempted to wiggle out from underneath the tribal teen’s light caresses. Just what was this Idiot doing with his nipples? Zuko stopped deliberating over the question as his mouth was finally free to pant for much needed oxygen. Breathing deeply to try and control his racing heartbeat ended up being a complete failure as a new tantalizing pain/sensation erupted in his chest. Before he could even think to contain it, a yelp came forth from his parted lips that settled down into a deep groan.
Sokka grinned like a madman at Zuko’s response to his nibbling at his right nipple. The nerve cluster was easy to find and Sokka let his teeth dig deeper and deeper into it, pulling it up lightly causing Zuko to arch his back beyond what it normally would. Damn the Prince sure was a bottle of pinned up emotions. Sokka had barley begun to play and he could already feel Zuko’s beginning erection digging into his hips.
Zuko choked back a scream that was desperate to come out from the fiery pressure that had built itself up inside. It was so different from firebending. More intense somehow. ‘and I thought nothing could feel better than firebending…’ Zuko let go of his body as the heat traveled down from his chest, settling deep within his groin. The pressure and rubbing from the hard form on top of his hips felt so satisfying and intoxicating that Zuko’s body began to act of its own accord. Rubbing and thrusting. He abruptly halted upon the realization that the Idiot was no longer instigating any of the wonderful, fiery pulses. Sokka’s hips were still on Zuko’s, but the Idiot has his front propped up by his arms that were to either side of the Prince. Embarrassment flooded Zuko as he watched the water tribe grin down at him with one of the most annoyingly smug looks ever imaginable. It actually rivaled Zhao’s trademark smirk.
Sokka drank in the Pricks discomfiture, finding it an extremely potent aphrodisiac. It was blatantly obvious that all the Prick wanted to do at the moment was to find a hole in which to crawl into and die. Most uncharacteristic of Zuko for sure. But what really shocked Sokka was his full blown desire to sexually consume the firebender. Sokka told himself that he started with the pure intentions of abusing the Pricks obvious lack of sexual experience to discomfort him and make him suffer for all the hell he had brought into his life. Yet, the heat enveloping him felt so good. The pressure on his groin wasn’t really that awkward at all, compared to what he originally thought it would. And what would that luxurious heat feel like inside of him? Or pressuring around his throbbing organ? Yes, the rain had definitely chilled him and Sokka wanted the fire teen’s heat. He wanted to own, even if it was just for this night, the Prince of the Fire Nation. The thought of being able to completely own and dominate the second or third most powerful person in the world came back to him in full force.
An odd panic feeling arose in Zuko and he quickly abandoned his grip on Sokka’s tunic. Astonished at the wicked glare the Idiot was now giving him, he knew the time was well due to get out from underneath. This was getting to far to fast. The Idiot really did know what he was doing, surprisingly. And Zuko was certain he did not want his first time to be with this Idiot, no matter how good the sensations were from his fondling.
Zuko nearly lost all reasoning thought as he felt how the tribal teens thighs and hips had him firmly pinned. Oh Zuko knew he could throw the other teen off him. It was the fact that his body didn’t want him to that had the Prince so unnerved. A lifetime of training to rule kept his emotions in check. Meditation was the key. Calling upon the steady soothing drizzle to calm his racing heart and formulate plans of action didn’t get him very far though. Sokka was back into action. Icy hands cupped his nipples only to begin a descent down the sides of his stomach. The coldness tickled, but it was their invasion under the rim of his pants that caused Zuko to physically stiffen. A wetness in the center of his chest was a blissful distraction from what was happening to his pants. And chancing a glance down, Zuko’s nose collided with the water boy’s odd ponytail. His temper never had a chance as the wetness slowly began to move downward. And with every inch the wetness slide down, so did the icy fingers with his pants.
“Oh Gods…” Zuko’s deep strangled voice muttered. Instead of the desire to run, Zuko’s mind now couldn’t decide whether the Idiot was going to slow or to fast. Pant’s practically discarded, now not so chilly fingers came up to massage his inner thighs and hips. Grasping the sides of the futon, Zuko’s body arched as the wetness traveled though the curly black hairs of Zuko’s groin and down the erect shaft.
Sokka paused, allowing himself the honor of memorizing the image of the Prince of the Fire Nation panting and naked underneath him. It was a nice sight he had to admit. He gave his hands a few seconds to cool down again before beginning to play more with the pricks nether region. It was going to be fun, ‘to much fun’ his mind thought dangerously. The beating of his own organ begged for the tight wet constraints of heated passion in another’s body, but could he put it in a boy? Sokka would die before admitting it, but he had given much thought to how two boys had sex with each other. Boys only had one opening down there. The woman that he had been with once alluded to the fact that he could have put himself in her ass instead of the other place. That it was a totally different experience. Shit, the Prince always behaved like such the tight ass, Sokka wondered if he’d even be able to get himself in. But if he could… tighter was always better his father said.
Would the Prick to let him in? Twice Zuko had acted like he wanted to bail. But always Sokka coxed his body into staying with clever and gentle touches placed in key locations. Well, Sokka had a few ideas of how to please a man’s body. Being male himself, he knew what worked on him. And so far those things were working on Zuko as well. The revelation of Zuko also being just another hormonal teenager like himself caught Sokka a little off guard. It was easy to forget Zuko was also a teenager. The Prince never acted like it. He was always mister, I know everything, I am always right and as the Crown Prince of a nation everyone should listen to me and do as I say.
Sokka snorted. Zuko had the same basic needs and desires as him. Actually, the overdueness of those needs were blindingly apparent even to Sokka as he noticed the pebble of wetness already waiting at the tip of Zuko’s shaft. Sokka had barley been touching him! Oh well, it was probably for the best. The more eager Zuko was then the less likely Sokka was going to end up a torched crispy critter in the morning.
Automatically Sokka lapped up the wetness with his tongue and immediately froze at the taste. It reminded him of something he had a long time ago, a marshmallow was what his father called it. His father had brought both him and his sister one each from one of his trips away from home. Sokka had burnt his. Being to eager to try out the new food, he plunged it deep into the cooking fire only to find that it instantly lit and burned. Though charred black all around Sokka still popped it into his mouth. It was one of the most delicious and unique things he had ever tasted. He was sure he’d never taste anything else like it. Yet here was something tantalizing his taste buds in that soft yet burnt, tangy but still sweet way. Forgoing the power rush, mind once again fixed on food, Sokka leaned in for more.
Just when Zuko thought the Idiot couldn’t possibly do much more to him, said Idiot managed to surprise him with a new sensation that sent his nerves on end. The wetness from before was back, but now it was circling the flap of skin at the head of his organ. Zuko jumped and gave a short scream as a tight wetness enveloped his organ and began to suck. Quickly Zuko raised his right arm over his mouth, clamping his teeth down on his lower forearm to suppress himself from making any other unwanted and embarrassing noises. It was all he could do as the fiery hot waves of pleasure pulsed from his groin up throughout the rest of his body.
Sokka’s grin grew at the revelation of Zuko being a screamer. It was all so perfect and kind of cute at how he was trying to hold it in. ‘Annoying Prick, you’re not so in charge now are ya.‘ Though, that surprisingly wasn’t enough. Sokka wanted to hear the Prick beg… on top of wanting to bang the Prince fast and hard.
He hadn’t gotten this far by being timid. It should be easy to get the Prick begging. All he had to do was find the Prick’s sweet spot, and then not finish. Yes it was unnaturally crewel. Yes it was pure evil. But Sokka convinced himself it had to be done. Hard teeth began the search and found the set of nerves Sokka knew that was there.
It wasn’t long till Zuko once again lost what little control he had left over his body. Strong hands pinned down his pelvis while his hips fought to thrust his penis into the tight wetness. Every nerve in Zuko’s core burned as the fire ravaged deep within him, filling his being with pleasure he never thought anyone could ever ignite in him. The cool tightness was engulfing him, coxing, enticing the fire within him to come out. Zuko was beyond ready for the Idiot to finish what he started. His deep voice attempted to cry out with the spasms. But just as he felt the anticipated release, the Idiot stopped.
Forcing his eyes open, Zuko willed them to focus though the pleasure induced haze on the Water Tribe teen. Zuko could painfully feel the knot of fire at the end of his penis. Gods how he needed it to come out! Was the other boy really that stupid to stop to soon?
A deep brown face came into focus and Zuko came to the starling revelation that the Idiot did know, and he purposefully stopped at that moment. There was a smirk, Gods how he hated being smirked at, that told Zuko the other teen was expecting this and enjoying it immensely. Zuko wanted his temper to flare to life, but his body’s need for sexual release suppressed it.
Groaning, Zuko attempted to move and bring about the needed release himself. But heaver arms held him in place. ‘shit…’
“Say my name.”
The words were soft. Gentle. And it wasn’t until after the tongue left his unmarred ear that Zuko realized that they had been spoken at all. Blinking away the tears Zuko realized he couldn’t formulate the teens name. Zuko had come to know him as simply, the Idiot. Focusing on his breathing, he closed his eyes. He had to remember the Idiot’s name or he was never going to get what he needed. That bastard. Zuko forced the images of traveling with the trio during the past few weeks into his mind. Scenes of the Idiot with the Avatar and the Waterbender conversing slowly came into focus, but whenever they stared to say the Idiot’s name their voices went silent and all he could see was their lips moving. Zuko didn’t bother with suppressing his groan of frustration. He didn’t need the Idiot fondling his nerves while he was being forced to think!
Sokka’s blood hammered throughout his body. This was it. He had the Prince right where he wanted him. And he finally managed to force the Prick to call him by his actual name! There was no way Zuko could get out of it now. Sokka let his left hand travel to the Pricks ass, fingers lightly touching the entrance. Soon they both were going to get what their body’s desired.
Sokka’s eyes were locked on Zuko’s mouth, awaiting the signal to proceed. His groin throbbing with the anticipation of finally entering that tight wet… wait. Sokka’s mind processed an important piece of information. Zuko wasn’t wet. ‘shit… wet was only a girl thing???’ This was the worst possible time to learn that piece of highly important information.
Anxiously Sokka observed Zuko’s face. His eyes were tight shut, brow furled in obvious forced concentration. No sound came from his lips, though Sokka could tell he was trying to lip sync his name. For the first time Sokka panicked. His instincts told him that he couldn’t do what he intended without something to imitate the slick wetness women apparently automatically produced.
Frantically he eyes flew around the tent. The ferocity of the storm had subsided, but rain still came washing in under the door of the tent. Into his open bag. Pooling around… the Jar of Horned Leopard Seal Wax! Oh the Gods did like him after all!
“…Sokka…”
The voice was deep, low and unsure of itself, but Sokka still managed to hear it over the pounding of his heart. Victory washed over Sokka’s face and he responded by leaning down and ardently kissing those soft quivering heated lips. Sokka felt Zuko’s body arch. It was searching for his body, for the needed caresses to finish its burning passions. But that wasn’t what the Prick was going to get. He rolled the heated teen over as far as he cold onto his front. Sokka trying to emulate the deeper sexier voice Zuko had produced. “What was that?” Sokka whispered seductively into his good ear.
Growling in frustration and pain Zuko responded, “You heard me.”
“Did I?” Was the innocent response.
Zuko was done with the Idiot’s games. He wanted the Water Tribe teen to shut up, quite playing with his ass and move those hands around to the front. “Yes, Sokka… You did.” He growled the Idiot’s name louder to make sure there was no doubt about it.
Giggling Sokka stood up. It seemed that now Zuko had consented to his will the Prick was turning back into his usual cheery demanding self.
Sokka stood and Zuko quickly pushed his body up into a seiza sitting position to grab the extra annoying teen’s wrist. What the hell was the Idiot doing? Zuko had done what was requested of him. Now he demanded his reward! That Idiot just couldn’t tease his body like this… he needed release damn it!
Zuko’s eyes wanted to bulge out of their sockets when Sokka dropped his pants. He hadn’t anticipated the other teen to have a hard on as well. Embarrassed Zuko turned his head away from Sokka’s erect penis protruding out from under his shirt.
Sokka acted quickly, he knew the Prince was impatient and only temporarily dazed by the intense hormones. Sokka feared he’d disappear on him if left alone for too long. ‘Or fry and eat me for breakfast…’ They had bought it for Appa’s calloused feet, but Sokka was certain the giant beast wouldn’t mind his using some of the Horned Leopard Seal Wax. Sokka lathered himself with the thick goo before turning his attentions back to Zuko who was on his hands and knees apparently trying to locate something.
“Just where do you think your going?” he said slyly wrapping himself around Zuko’s quivering body. Leaving the jar open next to them for easy access.
It took his mind a minute or two, but Zuko was able to figured out Sokka’s intentions. And with the brief repose Sokka unwisely gave him, he concluded he could find his pants and finish the business on his own. Zuko didn’t care that it was still pouring outside. Between being wet and having the Water tribe bastard up his ass, he was sure he’d prefer spending the next few days chilled to the bone as his natural fires relit themselves. He was cut off from his search as cold slimy hands tickled his sides to ascend up his chest and sharp teeth nibbled the side of his neck. Zuko froze as a large throbbing wetness rubbed between his legs and settled itself there under his butt.
Sokka ran his slick hands up and down the Prince’s body, enjoying the involuntary shudders and jerks. Sokka knew he was taller than the Firebender, but never considered it an advantage till now. The extra few inches allowed him full access to the fire teen while keeping his penis flush where he wanted it to be. Teeth and tongue worked themselves up the back of Zuko’s neck to settle on the sensitive spot behind his ear. While fingers fondled and massaged soft spots under the erect shaft and around the dangling balls.
The Prince was hot, both in the figurative as well as literal sense of the word. Sokka reveled in the realization as he ran his fingers inside to lubricate. ‘Yep, just as tight as expected.’ Sokka grinned a secret smile as he fought the extra tightness with his fingers, slowly stretching the crack open while working the wax inside.
Zuko’s knuckles turned bone white from the tense grip he had on his bedding below him. The Idiot had caught him off guard. And before he could think to move in protest, the bastard was at his tender spots rendering his muscles useless again. Grunts of pain quickly intermixed with the groans of pleasure as Sokka pretty much lost focus on everything but Zuko’s ass. The cold jell was wonderfully excruciating on his headed nerves which countered the raw physical pain of his ass being forced open father than it was meant to go. Zuko was about to insist on the whole thing being called off when those long fingers jabbed at something deep inside him which caused his body to involuntary buck and scream.
Sokka stopped. He knew women had a spot inside them, but guys did to? The Gods really were in his favor!
Zuko took the opportunity to pant. He needed the air and time away from the reprising touches. Fire, pleasure and pain were coursing throughout his body. But before his mind could once again focus on thoughts, a flash of white light and pain erupted. Not wanting to scream and wake up the other tent, Zuko bit his lip while throwing back his head. Gods, it hurt.
Sokka froze as waves of pleasure like had have never experienced before flooded his being. The pressuring heat was so intense, so satisfying. He could literally feel his balls expanding. It took all of Sokka’s will power not to thrust wildly into the Prince and relieve himself instantaneously. It was not polite to forget about the one sacrificing their body for your satisfaction.
Sokka forced his hands to slide from Zuko’s hips to his shaft. Soothingly caressing and massaging the wax into the top and tip. Every now and then he’d pull lightly with his hands with his hips swinging slightly forward. It wouldn’t be any fun if the Prince didn’t move. So with forced patience, Sokka waited for Zuko.
It was slow for the physical pain to subside, but when it did the strong flaming waves of passion were there to fill the void. Gradually Zuko relaxed his body and found himself succumbing to the gentile pleasures of rocking back and fourth.
Sokka grinned and sighed with Zuko’s slow moan. And it wasn’t long after that Zuko’s hips were controlling the pairs movements. He was finally getting it. Swaying faster and faster, Sokka began counting after every other heartbeat. He was up to three when Zuko started grunting with each forward motion. Four counts latter, Sokka shoved himself roughly against Zuko’s momentum to be rewarded by a delicious scream.
The shock brought Zuko out of his contentment. He hadn’t been prepared for the sudden explosion of ecstasy created by the slick hands and pulsating mass that was inside him to go against the created rhythm. “ohhh…” he managed to gargle out as the other teen was feverishly moving their hips in a large circular pattern. “…sokka…?”
Sweat was pouring off his body, and he was beginning to get tired. But, hearing his name drove him onwards through the exhaustion. Zuko didn’t need any encouragement to start thrusting against the other boy’s hands and hips. The feelings of euphoria was ten times greater and it wasn’t long before that fiery mass logged in his penis burst forth causing his body to convulse with the aftershocks of fulfilling satisfaction pulsing though his body.
With the Prince’s need sedated, Sokka brought his hands back up to steady Zuko’s hips. At last being able to create the friction he needed, it wasn’t long before Sokka was also convulsing in a comatose state on top.
Satisfied, Sokka pulled out and snuggled around the waves of heat radiating off the other teen’s body.
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ACK ! THAT’S IT !!!!
(Now goes and hides herself in a deep dark cave.)
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