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Volatile	By : alexb100 Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Slash - Male/Male > Sokka/Zuko Views: 10509 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I don’t own ATLA and make no money from this.
I didn’t think I would be writing more of this but here we are. Unbetaed so apologies for that and double entendre abuse.
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Zuko had taken to asking Sokka to spar at random times.
To members of the Fire Nation royal family, the word ‘spar’ apparently translated to ‘fuck like minks’. Sokka had no problem with this, though he was grateful that Master Piandao had skipped that chapter in his training.
Their frequent disappearances had not gone unnoticed.
“That’s some dedication to the craft,” Haru had commented conversationally over dinner one evening.
Zuko nonchalantly looked over at Sokka before he shrugged and said, “It’s important for people who do weapons work to learn different techniques. The more time we spend handling each others’ swords, the better.”
Unfortunately for Sokka, he was trying to wolf down his dinner. ‘Unfortunate’ because Zuko’s choice of words caused him to inhale a mouthful of rice. He began sputtering violently. Oh gods. He’s trying to kill me. Teo helpfully pounded him on the back as he tried to catch his breath. Through his tears Sokka could see Zuko was pointedly ignoring him but noticed that the corners of Zuko’s mouth were twitching slightly.
Son of a bitch did that on purpose! Sokka felt sudden swell of pride. I must be rubbing off on him. A silly grin made its way onto his face. He dreamily replayed scenes from the previous night’s activities in his head. In more ways than one, anyway.
Haru took a seat next to Zuko, handing the firebender a share of dinner. “As a bender, do you think it helps to learn to use a weapon?”
Zuko swirled the food in his bowl, giving the question serious consideration. “Definitely. Fighting with a weapon is very much related to fighting without one. It makes you an all around better fighter since the weapon gets you to work from a different perspective. You understand an armed opponent better too.”
“Do you think you guys could teach me a few moves?” Haru asked hopefully.
The loud clatter of a food bowl hitting the stone floor startled everyone. Sokka ducked his head as he grumpily recovered his bowl. “Sorry,” he mumbled. Not jealous. Not. Not. Not. He pouted, fidgeting while waiting for Zuko to answer.
“I don’t know, Haru. At some point maybe, but not right now. Outside of training Aang, I kind of have my hands full with Sokka.”
Damn right you do! Sokka chewed furiously to hide his smirk.
Smug eyebrow was raised to full smug level as Zuko continued. “Sokka has a hard time managing his own weapon but he’s starting to get the hang of it. We practice a lot because he can only take sparring in short spurts.”
So. That’s how it’s gonna be, huh? Sokka laced his fingers together and stretched his hands outwards above his head, knuckles cracking. You wanna dance? Let’s dance.
It was tough to keep the snark out of his tone but Sokka managed. “You know Haru, don’t let Zuko fool you. I think that his problem is that he’s jealous that my sword is so much bigger than his. It’s a problem for a lot of guys.”
Zuko scowled at him fiercely. Sokka cheerfully ignored this. You messed with the wrong smartass, buddy.
“Zuko may talk a good game but I think I give him a pretty good workout,” Sokka rose from his seat and added a little swagger as he gathered his water skin. “Yup. I’d say it’s the best workout he’s ever had. Maybe we’ll let you watch sometime.” He couldn’t help but peek back at Zuko. The firebender seemed to be in physical pain, massaging the bridge of his nose.
Yes! Outwardly, Sokka was all sweetness. “Ready to go?”
Zuko gave him a little sneer. “Most definitely.”
Sokka led the way with Zuko following as they make their getaway. Neither had gotten very far when a blast of air and an eager Avatar popped up between them
“Can I come watch you guys spar?” Aang asked, hopping on one foot then the other in excitement.
“NO!” came the answer in unison.
Aang flinched, eyes growing so huge that they looked like they were going to take over his face. “Okay, okay. Just thought I’d ask.” Shit. He looks like I just stepped on Momo.
Zuko shot a look at Sokka with a clear message. This is your fault. Fix it.
Sokka put a hand on Aang’s shoulder. “I’m sorry Aang but you can’t come with us. Do you remember how Zuko’s firebending pretty much sucked right after he joined us? Well, it’s kind of like that.” Sokka dropped his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “Sometimes he has problems performing. You know. In front of an audience. The boy needs his space.”
Aang nodded sympathetically. “I get it.” Sokka let out a puff of relief. Aang headed back to the temple, pausing in front of the sulking Zuko. “Don’t worry Zuko. Everybody gets nervous sometimes. If you keep practicing, maybe eventually you’ll be able to do it in public!” Sokka had to bite down hard on the inside of his lip to stop himself from reacting. Oh Aang. So sweet. So damn clueless.
“Thanks, Aang.” Zuko crossed his arms and looked the exact opposite of thankful.
“No problem! Have fun!” Aang said congenially as he blasted back to the campfire.
Sokka put on his best innocent smile. The glare Zuko shot him said that Zuko was going to do evil, murderous things to Sokka as soon as they were clear of any witnesses. Gods I hope so.
Sokka continued to make his way out of the temple assuming that Zuko would follow, periodically checking to make sure that Aang was truly gone. He turned to see if Zuko was still pouting but found that he was alone. Sokka turned 360 degrees. Nothing. Where’d he go?
The attack came out of nowhere. Tackled from behind, Sokka had the air forced out of his lungs as he was thrown roughly into one of the massive stone columns. A strong hand pinned his wrists above his head and he started to panic. Were they being invaded? How did someone get in without anyone knowing?
“I have problems performing, huh?” The husky, hoarse whisper tickled his ear. Sokka almost fainted in relief. That, and all the blood in his veins had relocated to his dick.
An extremely warm body pressed into Sokka’s back and he let out a little moan as an equally warm tongue ran up the back of his neck.
“C… c… come on,” Sokka stuttered as he felt Zuko’s erection grind against his ass. He returned the favor, pleased at the little hiss it earned him. “It got rid of him, didn’t it?”
“And I can’t handle your big sword either, hmm?” A hand snaked between the column he was pinned against and his very eager dick and stroked Sokka firmly through his pants. Thrusting like crazy was a good option but he couldn’t decide in which direction. He was ready to go through the roof when Zuko did that little thing he did with his tongue against the crook of Sokka’s neck. The sneaky firebending bastard had gotten very good at getting Sokka worked up into a frenzy as fast as possible. Not complaining. Nonononono. Not at all. Quite pleased in fact.
He felt a sudden chill as Zuko’s body heat disappeared and his hands were suddenly freed. He clutched at the column in front of him in frustration. What are you up to now?
“Sokka?” His sister’s voice echoed in the long corridor. “What are you doing?”
Sokka tugged his tunic down as far as it would go, praying to every god and spirit he knew that it would cover up the tent in his pants, and spun around wildly. “Nothing!” he squawked. “Just some, ah, stretches!” He did some twists at the waist to demonstrate. He tried to surreptitiously scan the corridor as he did so. No sign of Zuko. What the fuck? Is he some kind of sex ninja?
“Right,” Katara said suspiciously. “I wasn’t sure how much sparring you were going to do without this.” She extended one arm holding a familiar scabbard.
He flushed beet red. Idiot! “Aha, ha! Yes! Space Sword!” Sokka snatched it from her hand and tried to use it to cover his very indignant erection. Down boy. We’ll be back in business soon enough. “Well, we were planning on working on, er, some hand to hand combat today anyway. But thanks for bringing it. Appreciate it. The help. And stuff,” he trailed off awkwardly.
Sokka cleared his throat. “Well, I’ll see you later. Gotta go kick Zuko’s ass.” At least that part was true. He sprinted away from her, plotting what he would do to that giant cock tease if a murder attempt didn’t happen first.
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The predetermined rendezvous point for the evening was perfect. The small drainage basin near the temple was grassy and secluded. The opportunity for swim under a full moon was a big plus, and it afforded the boys some much needed privacy.
Useful since Zuko was usually pretty noisy. A smug smile spread across Sokka’s lips. Yup. I bring out the best in people.
He navigated stealthily through the brush, hoping to hold on to the element of surprise. There was some splashing audible in the distance. His mouth went dry as he caught sight of the figure in the water.
A wide expanse of exposed pale skin stood out in the bright moonlight. Every inch showcased lean muscle brought about by hours of diligent training. Standing waist deep in the water, the stark contrast in colors made Zuko look like a living classical statue as he rubbed vigorously at his head.
Oh, for fuck’s sake. I’m getting turned on by him washing his hair. Do I really have it that bad?
Sokka stripped faster than the speed of light and slid noiselessly into the cold glacial water. He kept just under the water’s surface, stalking closer to his unsuspecting target. He exploded from the depths with a yell of “Shark attack!” His prey was shocked into immobility. He grabbed Zuko by the waist and hoisted the other boy over his shoulder, letting them both fall backwards for a good dunking.
They wrestled playfully in the water for a little while, each taking the opportunity to get in as many gropes as they could. They scrambled up the embankment, breathless. Sokka fiddled in his satchel for a length of cloth. He saw that Zuko was empty handed. “Didn’t you bring a towel?”
“I don’t need one.” The firebender took a few deep breaths and Sokka watched in fascination as steam curled off of the pale wet skin. Even Zuko’s shaggy head was dry after a few seconds. “Whoa! That’s freaking cool!”
Zuko arched an eyebrow, a sultry smirk on his lips. “Can I try something?”
Ohhh, I know that look. This promises good things. “Fuck. Yes.” Zuko guided him to the ground, spreading Sokka out like a rag doll. The anticipation was difficult to contain.
“Hold still!”
Sokka froze meekly at the order. Zuko seemed to be meditating slightly. Sokka’s dick revived full force when smouldering gold eyes slowly opened. He had never wanted to lick anyone’s eyeballs before.
Zuko hovered inches from Sokka’s face as if studying every pore and pimple. Sokka tried not to squirm under the close scrutiny. What is he doing?
The wait was not very long. Zuko kissed the spot under his ear and puffed out a bended-warm breath over wet skin. Sokka trembled as the heat spiked a flare of lust that warmed him to his toes. Oh gods. So good.
With slow deliberation, Zuko toured Sokka’s body with his mouth, drying every square inch he could reach. The firebender took his time, shaping their arousal with heat, hands and breath.
It took Sokka a moment to realize that Zuko had stopped. He opened his eyes to see what was wrong. Zuko was watching him hungrily.
Sokka loved it. Just fucking loved it. Loved that look. Loved the fact that he could cause that look. He gently cupped Zuko’s jaw underneath his good ear. I guess I do have it bad.
His dick twitched in appreciation as Zuko began gently warming the base of it with his mouth. With little preparation other than that, Zuko sucked him in whole in one go. It was too much. There’s no way this could last no matter how hard he wished for it. Sokka tried to give warning but Zuko sucked harder, sending him flailing over the edge. He shivered slightly as Zuko continued to lave attention on his sensitized skin afterwards.
Sokka’s brain was so fried that it took a while to work again. He propped himself up on an elbow. Up. Get up. Can’t leave the boy hanging. A shiver went up Sokka’s spine as Zuko began lazily drawing patterns on the small of his back. He went limp, just savoring the feel of it.
Zuko looked like he was slightly nervous. “May I?”
May he what? The fingers moved lower. Oh. OH! That ‘what’. Sokka had never been on the receiving end before but he figured he’d try anything once. Zuko already knew all of the cues that happened if he hit a sweet spot so now was as good a time as any.
“I haven’t done this before so you had better make it good.” False bravado filled Sokka’s voice, trying to mask his unease.
Zuko smiled slightly in relief. “I’m pretty sure I’ve got the mechanics down.”
“You’d better, or your penis and I may have to stop seeing each other.” Sokka swallowed heavily. “What do you need me to do?”
Zuko’s voice, already thick with arousal, dropped another octave. “Just relax. Leave everything to me.” Sokka’s dick wanted some way to record that statement so it could listen to that voice over and over.
The first touch was warm and slick, gentle but insistent. There was a little tension, but Zuko offered up a distracting kiss. Forcing himself to relax, Sokka accepted the intrusion. Slow was the magic word. A still finger felt like way more than enough but when it started to move… Hoo boy. What have I been missing out on all this time?
Automatically, Sokka began to move in counterpoint, thoroughly enjoying himself even as more fingers were added. The next step was a big one, and he wasn’t just thinking that to give Zuko an ego boost. The firebender’s warmth across his back helped soothe the transition. They lay still together, waiting. Sokka was jealous of Zuko’s self control. His body relaxed even further and Zuko slid home… oh god that spot right there.
He lost it. Sokka bucked wildly trying to find that spot again. There was a small laugh from behind him but he didn’t care. Strong arms wrapped around him, trying to keep up.
Even as wrung out as he didn’t want it to stop. He was running on empty but his nerves were telling him otherwise. All good things must come to an end, though. Zuko’s body tightened as he peaked with a cry. They wound down, content to lie there together.
They shifted in each other’s arms. Zuko was almost asleep, reflexively snuggling closer when Sokka’s tongue started to lick a point high on his neck. Sokka hugged him tight, and attacked, applying a large amount of suction to delicate skin.
“OW! What are you doing?” Zuko sluggishly wriggled but couldn’t escape. Sokka let up on the suction and analyzed his work. Pretty! White skin contrasted the purple of the rapidly developing bruise nicely.
“We can dry hump all you want but try not to ditch me in front of my sister next time, mmmkay?” Sokka dove in on a new spot and sucked as hard as he could, creating another hickey to match the first. He admired once more. Satisfied, he released his captive.
“Damnit! What? Gah!” Zuko was nearly incoherent as he twisted this way and that, trying to get into an impossible position to look directly at his own neck. He stopped flailing when it dawned on him that there was no way for him to see what damage had been done without a mirror.
“Don’t worry.” Sokka yawned and settled in to sleep in the crook of the other boy’s shoulder. “It’s just some small love bites.” He felt Zuko relax underneath him and waited until he could be sure the firebender was asleep.
There was an evil smile on Sokka’s face as he murmured aloud. “I’m sure the bruises will go away in a couple of days.”
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“You’re up early,” said Aang as he began his morning warm up for firebending practice.
A big bleary eyed mess, Sokka winced as he gingerly took a seat on the steps in front of Aang. “What? Can’t a guy enjoy the sunrise from time to time? Sometimes you’ve got to just take the time to appreciate the little things.”
Breakfast was particularly tasty. Sokka chewed his food, still mostly asleep, still trying to wait patiently. He was particularly proud of himself for getting his own ass up before Zuko. Letting an annoyed Zuko wake up first was not a good strategy to a long and healthy life.
A snarl in their general direction indicated that Zuko had joined them, uncharacteristically late. Sokka perked up a bit.
“Good morning!” Aang said brightly. “Waitaminute.” Aang gave Zuko a sideways glance. “Why are you wearing a scarf?”
The force of the scowl on the firebender’s face could have blown up a volcano. It was quite simply: awesome. “I’m catching a cold.” Zuko self-consciously adjusted the scarf around his neck.
Gods that was worth it. My work here is done. With a contented sigh, Sokka set out to return to bed to get some badly needed rest.
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