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Volatile	By : alexb100 Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Slash - Male/Male > Sokka/Zuko Views: 10507 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The trail ahead was littered with downed branches. Sokka tucked stray
wisps of hair behind his ear as he watched Zuko jump easily over a particularly large trunk blocking the way. It is way too early in the morning for anyone to have that much energy. He failed to hide his smirk. Especially after last night.
Hair returned to tickle his nose. He crossed his eyes, glaring at the traitorous strands. Don’t make me angry, Hair. His hair ignored this idle threat. Needing the distraction from his rebellious locks he asked “So we’re going after your war balloon?”
Speedy-Zuko was setting a brutal pace. “Yes. We need to get it closer to the temple.”
More hair joined their sneaky brethren. “Wait!”
This caused Zuko to pull up short. He turned, face filled with concern. “What’s wrong?”
“I need a hair time-out.” Sticking his tongue out, Sokka fiddled with the bands holding up his wolf’s tail, capturing all his flyaways. Take that, evil hair!
Zuko was less than amused. They continued in silence.
The still rising sun peeked though the canopy of trees, causing Sokka to squint to see the way ahead. The quiet was almost painful for him. This is boooring. “Hmph.” He dropped his voice an octave and with a theatrical flair said, “Sokka, let’s go retrieve my war balloon, if you know what I mean.” He curled his lip in dislike. He thought for a moment then took his voice to a silky whisper. “’Hey Sokka, wanna go get my…” (dramatic pause, he added an eyebrow waggle) “…war balloon?’” His normal voice returned as he shook his head. “Okay. I give up. I can’t really turn it into a euphemism for anything even remotely dirty.“
This made Zuko snort. “That’s because it isn’t. We actually are just going to move the balloon.” He glanced back at the other boy over his shoulder. “Don’t look so disappointed.”
“Okay, okay,” Sokka conceded. “I’m just sayin’ I’d get a lot more work done if there’s a promise of a bit of the good stuff at some point.”
The corners of Zuko’s mouth twitched slightly in that way that would have been a smile if it were anybody else. “I’m sure that it can be arranged.” He held up an admonishing finger to which Sokka waved his hands innocently. “But we have to work first,” Zuko continued with a skeptical look. “It’s the beginning of the storm season for this region. The wind damage can get pretty bad.”
“It would be a big risk leaving the balloon out here,” finished Sokka, thinking out loud. “We should keep it close and ready to go in case we need to use it in an emergency.” The other boy looked at him sideways, a little impressed. Sokka raised an eyebrow at him. “What? I'm not just a hot guy with a towering intellect who's great in bed, ya know.”
Zuko dismissively scouted the tree canopy above them. “Who says you have a towering intellect?”
Today is going to be good.
The pair pushed ahead. Sokka’s curiosity wouldn’t let him hold his tongue. “Why do you know so much about the weather around here?”
“I’ve been to the Western Air Temple before.”
That was unexpected. Blue eyes narrowed at the sight of the miserable scowl that transformed the firebender’s handsome face. Okay. Haven’t seen that look in a long time.
They reached the impromptu shelter that had been abandoned not that long ago. The balloon basket better be lighter than it looks, thought Sokka warily as he eyed the disassembled pieces that had been used to build a tent. He carefully began pulling silk fabric that had been draped across the trees, watching the grumpy prince continue to stomp around the campsite.
Are we going for a new Zuko-pouting record? How long can he keep this up? “Do you want to talk about it?”
“About what?” snapped the cranky firebender.
“About why you’re being such a crab-ass.” The silks finally came free. Sokka began balling up the fabric. “Reminding you that you’ve been here before made you mad. I have no idea why. If you explain it to me maybe I can help.”
Zuko’s whole body sagged, looking anywhere and everywhere but directly at his interrogator. He reflexively tugged at the edge of his scar. “I’m sorry. It’s just… this was the first place we came after I was … banished.”
Oh. Well then. Sokka swallowed hard. He stuffed the silks into the basket of the balloon and brought himself toe to toe with the other boy. “Don’t be sorry,” he began softly. “I have to stop being so nosy. If you wanna talk about it, I’ll be happy to listen.”
Relieved gold eyes came up to meet blue. “You have to understand.” Zuko struggled to find his words. “I’m not used to all of this.” He vaguely waved his hand through the air. “Having a… friend. You actually care about how I feel. You’re the first person outside of my uncle who’s ever done that and that includes any real girlfriend I’ve had.” He sighed in exasperation. After a moment, Zuko dipped his head, trying to shield his embarrassment. “You’ve been more than generous. I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
Well, fuck. Sokka didn’t think it was possible that he could have hated Ozai more. Now he wanted to set fire to the body after he strangled the man with his bare hands, just to be sure the bastard was dead. “I’m offering to help so take as much as you need. You should know me by now. I’m pretty lazy so I wouldn’t be doing something if I didn’t want to.” Sokka batted his eyelashes as he whispered, “Besides, I like it when you take advantage of me.”
Sokka leaned back to admire his work. Bashful-Zuko-face was cute as hell.
It took a few more hours to finish disassembling the campsite. Sokka wiped the sweat from his forehead. Time for a little action.
“Oh, Zuko.” Sokka called sweetly. “I’d like to introduce you to an old friend!”
“Really? Who’s that?” Zuko asked, distractedly winding rope into the basket.
Sucker! Sokka undid his belt. “It’s Mister Penis! Say ‘hi’ to the nice prince, Mister Penis!” He dropped his pants and shuffled forward hobbled at the ankles, Mister Penis bobbing to and fro.
Twisting in confusion, Zuko did a double take when confronted by the half naked Water Tribe boy and his friend. Sokka pulled out his deepest baritone and timed his hips to wiggle as he spoke. “Hello, Prince Zuko! It’s Mister Penis. Nice to see you again!”
The honest laughter that poured from Zuko’s mouth was the sweetest thing he’d ever heard.
Sokka kicked away his pants, scowling in mock anger. “How rude! Mister Penis does not like to be laughed at.”
“We’re out here to get work done, you crazy bastard,” said Zuko, not able to keep the smile out of his voice.
Now it’s my turn to pout. “C’mon. We did plenty of work. Now it’s fun time!”
Zuko turned his back on Mister Penis and resumed coiling rope, still laughing. “Let’s finish here first.”
“No! Now that Mister Penis has come out of hiding, only one thing will make him go away again!”
“And that is?”
Spirits, he has to stop feeding me these lines. “He needs to spend some time with a nice set of pillows.” Sokka wrapped himself around the other boy’s back and ground his dick into the very pert pair of Fire Nation pillows attached to Zuko’s body.
“Uh, Sokka.”
“Hmm?” he murmured, idly nuzzling the other boy’s neck.
“We have a problem.” said Zuko softly.
Sokka slowly realized the body underneath him had stiffened in his arms and not in a good way. He peered lazily in the direction of whatever had caught Zuko’s attention. “What's wr-oh crap!” His dick attempted to crawl its way inside his body in terror.
“Hi guys.” Standing a couple of feet from them, watching with great interest was The Duke. “Katara asked me to tell you that lunch is ready. Whatcha doin’?”
Sokka tightened his grip around the body that was his only shield from tiny inquisitive eyes. “Oh, I’m just giving my buddy here a big hug. He was pretty sad just now.” He thumped his hand against the petrified firebender's chest. “There, there, Zuko. There, there. See? All better.”
“Huh.” The small boy tilted his head curiously. “Why aren’t you wearing any pants?”
Sokka’s blush was so powerful he suspected his heat off his bare ass could have melted the North Pole. “You’ll find out when you’re older.”
The Duke’s face turned very, very serious. “Why do grownups always say that?”
“Distract him!” hissed Sokka into Zuko’s ear. He planted a hand on the other boy’s lower back, gave a hard shove and spun himself around, frantically searching for his trousers.
Zuko looked like he had just been asked to face an entire battalion of pissed off Azulas. “How am I supposed to do that?!? I’m not good with little kids!”
Where in the icy hells did they go?!? Sokka was fairly confident his attire had not yet acquired the ability to move by itself. “Be creative!” he snapped back, still clumsily trying to find his clothes without dangling his junk in front of a child.
The firebender hesitantly knelt down to the small boy’s eye level. “Hey there, Duke.”
“The Duke,” the boy corrected automatically.
Cheeks flushed slightly at the admonition. “Sorry. The Duke. Anyway. Do you want to play a game?”
The child nodded vigorously, forcing him to adjust the overly large helmet perched on his head. “I like games.”
“Good!” Gold eyes fluttered as Zuko desperately tried to figure out where he was going with this. “Uh, I know! Let’s play the Secret-Keeping Game!”
The look the Duke gave him was highly suspicious. “How do you play that game?”
“Ha.. aha!” Sweat dripped down Zuko’s neck. “Well, you see… ah… we all go back to the temple and we don’t tell anyone about anything you saw here for as long as we can, all right? “
“That’s not much of a game.”
Zuko let out a groan of misery.
Damn, you /do/ suck with little kids. Sokka watched them both as he fumbled with his newly found pants. The firebender was probably wondering how long it would be before he was impaled by a giant spike of ice through the back once they all returned to camp. Katara was going to kill them both slowly and painfully if she found out they had been humping all this time.
The Duke wiped a bit of snot off his nose with the back of his sleeve. “How about we open negotiations?” The sleeve wound up being cleaned on the seat of his pants. “What do you have to offer?”
Zuko’s jaw fell open. Why was he surprised? The kid had hung out with Jet. Of course the little shit knew how to blackmail somebody.
“Okay, okay.” The firebender dug at his scalp as if that would help him pull ideas out of his head. “How about I give you my share of dessert at dinner? Ah… for a week!”
The Duke raised a very Jet-like eyebrow in interest. “Keep going.”
“You can have Sokka’s share too!”
“Hey!” No longer naked, Sokka looked up in indignation as he finished tying his belt. “Don’t I get a say in all this?” Zuko shot him a withering glare.
The small boy looked thoughtful for a moment then stuck his hand out. “Deal.”
With a nervous little laugh, Zuko took the small hand in his and gave it a firm shake.
Sokka hung his head in his hands. We’re doomed.
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The next couple of days were pure hell. The two teens had agreed to keep their hands off each other just in case The Duke decided to change the terms of their agreement. They didn’t want the others to see anything else incriminating if the little blackmailer started blabbing.
No dessert and no cuddling. And no licking Zuko’s anything. For a whole week! Sokka wasn’t sure what he had done to deserve such torture. They kept sparring for real, which was great, but it was very hard to resist the temptation to get in a few good gropes.
Sokka made his disheveled way to breakfast. He moodily picked at his food, hair hanging loosely in his face. He was so depressed he hadn’t bothered putting up his wolf’s tail. He barely registered Zuko watching him like a hawk.
“Whatsamatter, Snoozles?” asked Toph, picking her teeth. “Sparky not giving you enough action when you’re sparring anymore?”
He felt his own heartbeat race as both boys shot wary looks at each other. Toph let out a little evil cackle. With gritted teeth, Sokka rose to start clearing the dishes. Stupid heartbeat.
Hovering at his elbow the moment he got up was Zuko. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah,” Sokka conceded with a small smile. “I’m just missing… stuff. Thanks for asking. How are you doing?”
“Fine. I’m fine.” The firebender looked like he was precisely not fine. Sokka waited expectantly.
“It’s… uh. You.” Zuko stuttered and after a deep breath, he fired off an explosive volley of words all at once. “Idon’trememberseeingyouwithyourhairdownbefore.” There was a blush. “It’s… nice.”
Sokka let out a little whimper. It took all his willpower not to fling the other boy over the wash basin and bugger him sideways in front of everyone. “I have to go now,” he squeeked.
Zuko nodded dumbly in agreement. They both turned on their heels and made a beeline for the furthest spot away from each other they could get.
It was difficult trying to sulk by himself in the corner trying to ignore an erection. Katara dumped sacks of dirty clothes at her brother’s feet. “Can you help me with this stuff?”
“Sure,” he said apathetically. He mechanically picked up the bags and followed her out to the small stream where they did laundry.
“You’ve been really down lately. Not getting sick are you?” his sister asked, concerned. A wave of water filled the tub of dirty items at her command.
“No.”
Katara’s face became grim. “It’s because of Zuko, isn’t it? He hasn’t done anything to upset you has he? Because if he has…”
“No! No!” Sokka blurted out. “Zuko hasn’t done anything to me!” That’s kinda the problem.
Her fingers wiggled as she agitated the clothes in the tub. He could feel Katara’s angry glare heat his back as the water sloshed violently over the rim. “He didn’t dump you did he?”
What? All the color drained from his face. “We’re not… We weren’t… He didn’t…” Fuckity fuck-fuck. He let out a groan of agony. “You know?!?’
“Of course I know! I’m not stupid!” She wrung the water out of the soaking laundry, punctuating her words with angry gestures. “You stare. “ Stab. “At each other all day!” Thrust. “You look at him.” Punch. “Like he’s the first custard tart you’ve seen after not eating for a month.” Jab. “A…a… and last week Zuko was humming.” Stab. “Humming!” Punch. ”When you came back from your latest ‘sparring’ session!” She raised a huge wall of water then slumped in defeat, letting the water crash lifelessly to the ground.
“Besides.” She was so quiet he had to lean forward to hear her words. “Teo told me.”
“Teo?!?” Sokka weaved slightly, not sure if he needed to sit down or throw up. “Who else knows?”
“We all know. We’ve known for a while.” Katara couldn’t look anywhere but the ground at her feet. “Look. I don’t like it, but I don’t have to.“ She looked ready to cry. “It was making you really happy, so I could deal with it. But now you’re not happy. And that makes me upset.”
Spirits. I’m a moron. “I should have told you a while back. It was dumb to try and hide it.”
She wiped a tear away with the palm of her hand. “So you guys are ok?”
He didn’t realize how tense he was until it all drained away. “We’re better than ok. Great actually. I won’t hide anything from you anymore.” Sokka drew her up in a bear hug and gave her a light kiss on the top of her head. “You’re the best sister a guy could ever have.”
“Yeah. I know.” Her answer made him smirk. He felt her sniffle unhappily against his chest. “If Zuko hurts you, I swear I’ll freeze his balls off.”
He couldn’t stop the shiver of horror that shot straight from his scrotum. “Thanks. I think.”
They held each other in quiet comfort for a while, something they hadn’t done in a long time.
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“They know?” A loud gulp echoed in through the chamber. “Even your sister?”
Sokka nodded slowly.
Zuko’s face went through a perfect panicky rainbow. Starting with apple red for only a fraction of a second, he went paler than he normally was before stopping at an impressive shade of green. “How am I still alive?”
“She’s fine with it.” Sokka winced slightly at his choice of words. Not exactly fine, but he doesn’t need to know that. “You know what this means though, right?” The Water tribe boy tackled the overly pensive firebender. “We are back in business!”
They wrestled eagerly with each other on the ground, racing to see who could disrobe the other the fastest. Sokka straddled Zuko, rendering him helpless under a highly efficient multipronged tickle attack. “You will never again escape my evil clutches, Prince Zuko of the Fire Nation!” He let out his most villainous laugh.
The flushed firebender went still. “But I have an ally that will always be there to help me.” If they could bottle and sell the husky essence of Zuko’s voice, it would make them rich beyond all imagining.
“Oh, really? Who might that be?” Is he really loosening up a little –oh, oh, oh. Lightening shot up Sokka’s spine as a blazing hot hand wrapped firmly around his dick.
Guh. The golden eyed boy’s playful leer was delicious. Water Tribe brains went squish as Zuko stroked their mutually favorite body part. “I need your help, Mister Penis!”
Sokka couldn’t help but let out a delighted laugh.
From here they took their time getting reacquainted. No need to rush to avoid raising suspicion. No more worrying about getting caught. It was like savoring a fine meal. Once they each got to finish, they took their time winding down together. After a while they went back for a second helping, and a third.
Everything was good again.
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