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Burning Love	By : InvokingRainbows Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Slash - Male/Male > Sokka/Zuko Views: 8145 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 4: Wood
“Fine, fine.” Sokka said, waving a hand dismissively as he got up from his seat around their evening fire. He and Zuko had been given the duty of keeping the fire going that night, and it was starting to get low. Katara had been nagging him for at least 5 or 10 minutes to get more, and he’d finally relented.
The pair of them left camp in the same direction, a health foot or two of space between them. Sokka had figured out enough by now to keep his mouth shut when he was around Zuko. It wasn’t like the other had said anything horrible to him, but he’d definitely been keeping his distance and Sokka didn’t want to instigate any kind of confrontation.
They made their way silently into the nearby woods and Sokka started to gather some small, dry sticks. “Look for some bigger logs.” He said without looking at the other, figuring he would be ignored anyways.
How was it that Sokka was the one who did the thing, yet it was Zuko who was feeling guilty about it?
The trek into the woods was quiet and uncomfortable, or maybe that was just him. He hadn't actually promised Aang that he'd fix things with Sokka, but now he felt obligated to do so. Obligated and frustrated by the weird tension between them.
Zuko didn't like apologizing. Apologizing meant he was admitting he was wrong, and that was a weakness. He wasn't even sure whether he even should apologize; he technically hadn't done anything wrong.
The situation had been awkward, so he'd left the hot spring. Sure, he'd been avoiding Sokka for a while, but it wasn't as if the other teen had come seeking him out, either.
Zuko was at a loss.
"I..." he began, pausing and reevaluating what he was going to say, "... freaked out," he admitted reluctantly.
He knew the apology should be tacked on at the end of that, but couldn't force himself to say it.
"I'm not used to being so... casual," he chose the word carefully, "with people."
Sokka hadn’t expected anything let alone what sounded very suspiciously close to an apology. He stood up and glanced over at the other, taking in how tense he looked. Well, he always kind of looked like that, but he could see his teeth were clenched.
“It’s cool.” He said with a small shrug. “It was kind of a weird moment.” He admitted, glancing away and rubbing his hands against his upper arms to warm up a little. It was a cold night.
“I’m sorry.” He said after a moment. “I mean, I shouldn’t have pushed you to change so much so quickly. Sometimes I just do things without thinking.” That last bit sounded familiar. Too familiar. “Okay, most times.” He said, blushing a little. “So uh, can we be friends again?”
Standing from a crouch, logs in hands, Zuko observed him through the trees for a moment. It was dark outside - the moon was new and the stars obscured by cloud cover, the chill mountain air whistling ominously through the ruins, tugging at clothes and hair.
He could just make out Sokka's shivering, watching him shift in place to try to conserve heat. Almost absently, the idea of going over to stand next to him, to share warmth, floated to the forefront of his brain and Zuko grimaced.
These feelings definitely weren't of friendship. Zuko didn't know where this... crush? fixation? had come from, but he hoped it went away soon.
"Yeah," he said at last, a little unsure, "friends."
Sokka felt the weird warmth emanating from the other again, and moved a bit closer to him absentmindedly. He let his eyes move over the other again, for the first time in a while, and found his mind wandering into places it probably shouldn’t.
He was thinking about their almost-kiss, and how certain he’d been that Zuko had wanted it to happen as much as he did. Reading Zuko was hard, though. Everything just seemed to make him flustered or angry. Good things, bad things, emotions.
Biting his lower lip, he decided to do what his father would have done. Just go for it. The worst that could happen would be…well. He didn’t want to think about that, considering how skilled Zuko was at fighting.
He turned to the other completely and let his small bundle of sticks fall down before pushing him back a few paces until he was pressed up against the trunk of a towering tree. He leaned in before the other could freak out and run, and pressed his lips to the fire prince’s. He held it for only a moment, then braced himself for whatever reaction was to come.
Zuko noticed, of course, when Sokka drew closer. He didn't protest, because they weren't actually touching and he did realize that he radiated heat like a furnace. The perks of being a fire bender and all that - they naturally ran hot.
He wasn't really paying as much attention as he should, worrying more about not tripping over things in the dark and finding decent wood. The clatter of Sokka's sticks alarmed him and he looked up, searching for a threat while Sokka crowded him backwards against a tree.
"What is it?" he asked, but his only answer was cool, slightly chapped lips pressing against his own.
He stood still and dumb for a moment, tense beneath the soft touch. It lasted too long and not long enough, and something must have definitely short-circuited in his brain, because his heart was racing and his body was moving without his say-so.
He tilted his head, chasing after the retreating mouth. His own bundle of sticks went clattering to the ground around them, fingers sliding across the skin of Sokka's throat, around to cup the nape of his neck and pull him closer.
His skin was cold and, inanely, Zuko had the fuzzy thought of wanting to warm him up.
At first, Sokka thought Zuko was going to strangle him. The hand moved though, pulling him in closer and he felt relieved. Then, he felt validation that he’d been right about it all along. THEN, his mind finally gave into the moment and he felt all sorts of excitement and curiosity springing up within him.
He allowed the other to pull him in deeper, though after a few simple kisses like that Sokka wanted more. To see more. Touch more. Feel more.
His hands came up to hold the other’s face gently as he kissed him again, his thumb running across the scarred flesh gently. He liked the scar, he found, and he finally broke the kiss.
“You’re so warm. Everywhere.” He said, grinning from his position only a mere inch away from the other’s face, their bodies pressed flush against one another now.
It was always weird having someone other than himself touch his face. Zuko wouldn't say he's had many trysts, but the curious exploration of his burn was always his least favorite part.
He didn't flinch away however, even though he wanted to.
His eyes focused on Sokka's face, obscured by the night and by how close they were. He breathed damp heat across Sokka's lips, rolling his eyes at the comment.
"No shit," he said, then pulled Sokka in again before he started regretting this. He definitely would later, but right now...
Demanding, he licked into Sokka's mouth, quite ready to move beyond chaste brushes of the lips. The hand at his nape crept up the side of his throat, cupping his jaw just beneath the ear, thumb caressing the line of it.
It felt good when Zuko touched him like that. Leaning into the touched a bit, Sokka tilted his head the other way, allowing Zuko into his mouth with little protest. Soon, their tongues were dancing and exploring, Sokka pressing his thigh up between the other’s legs a little.
His hands moved up the front of Zuko’s shirt instinctively, pushing it up while his hands felt their way across his smooth pale skin. He had one of the best bodies Sokka had ever seen, and definitely the best body he’d ever laid hands on.
Deciding that the tree was now only getting in his way, Sokka pulled back enough so that he could try to maneuver himself and the prince into a more comfortable position, though as he did so his foot caught itself in a root from the tree and they went tumbling down, Zuko on top of Sokka once more.
“This seems very familiar.” Sokka said, rubbing the back of his head that had hit the ground a bit hard. Not to be deterred, he reached up and yanked the other down to him by his collar, his lips crashing against the others.
It may have been sad and very telling of just how messed up Zuko was, butthiskind of thing, he knew how to deal with: lust and the mesh of mouths, the push-pull of bodies. Crushes and puppy love, in his opinion, were for the birds and better kept safely far away from his person.
He nipped Sokka's lip in retaliation for the naughty wandering his hands, going along willingly enough when Sokka tried to re-position them. Keyword try.
He went down with anoof!, getting a bony elbow to the ribs and some tree-bits under his knees. A more pleasant result was that he also had a warm body under him; a yappy body, but you couldn't have everything.
"At least it isn't my fault this time," he snorted, obliging when Sokka yanked him down by the shirt-front, slotting their mouths back together.
He shifted so he was straddling the other teen instead of putting all of his weight on him, knees around his waist and arched over him, one hand braced on the ground by Sokka's head.
Sokka enjoyed the playful nibble against his lips, and was hoping that Zuko would do it again at some point. After they’d fallen, he squirmed a little, getting comfortable underneath the other as they kissed. His hands moved again, this time getting Zuko’s shirt off successfully, revealing his perfectly sculpted chest and abs, and that flawless skin.
Breaking he kiss, Sokka gazed up at him for a moment without saying anything.
“You’re so pretty.” He said after a long moment of silence, before pulling the fire prince back down into another heated kiss, his tongue forcing its way passed soft lips, demanding to taste him once again.
His hands had come to rest on Zuko’s exposed hips, just feeling and caressing here and there. He liked the way he felt. Smooth and warm all over.
Sokka's eyes were very blue in the darkness, Zuko noticed. He let the other teen have his way, his shirt hanging open at the front, falling down his shoulders and getting stopped by his arms.
He licked his lips when Sokka pulled away, catching Sokka's gaze and returning it steadily. If there was anything he had pride in, it was his body. He was still growing, of course, he was only sixteen, but years of rigorous training and conditioning had left him hard and muscled.
He shivered at the chill of Sokka's fingers against his hot skin.
"Pretty?" he repeated, offended, "I'm not the scrawny one, here."
To prove his point, he pried open Sokka's shirt, broad hands caressing down over ribs and and a soft belly. Sokka wasn't flabby, but he was definitely more leanly built than Zuko was.
He huffed when he was pulled back down, but returned the kiss with just as much fervor. Now that he had Sokka's bare skin to touch, his fingers itched to explore some more. They danced up Sokka's side, smoothing over his ribs and finding a flat, little nipple.
He lightly scraped a blunt nail over it, pinching and rolling it between his fingers when it pebbled beneath his touch.
Sokka frowned a little at being called scrawny. He had been about to inform the other that he was the best warrior in his entire tribe for the umpteenth time, but warm hands were moving over his body now and his head was starting to swim.
“H-hey.” He mumbled in soft protest when the other started playing with his chest. It felt good, though. Different. He wanted to feel more, too, so his hands slid from the other’s hips back to his front side, fingertips gliding across rippling abs and up to feel the other’s chest muscles.
Sokka had to admit, he was slightly jealous of the other’s muscles, but in all fairness he didn’t do the same type of training, nor did he need to. “Have you done this before?” he asked, finding himself in a rather new situation. Sokka had never really had sex before. The farthest he’d gotten with anyone had been some heavy kissing, but nothing more.
Nibbling Sokka's abused bottom lip, then licking away the hurts, he hummed an amused noise into the other teen's mouth. Sokka didn't know what to do with himself, apparently. Protesting even while he squirmed and leaned into Zuko's hands.
He pinched the nipple a little harder, just so it would sting. Abandoning that lovely mouth, he instead began to favor the sensitive little spot behind the other's ear and along his neck. He debated sucking bruises into that tempting mocha skin, but decided against it. Zuko himself didn't much appreciate being marked, so he usually didn't do it himself.
"Yes," he answered honestly, though the question gave him pause.
Was Sokka a virgin, then? He hadn't really given it any thought since the guy had had a couple of girlfriends.
Sokka was wriggling around underneath the other, his mind struggling to make sense of all of these strange feelings. It hurt when the other pinched him harder, but felt amazing at the same time and managed to earn Zuko a soft groan of appreciation.
“Oh, that’s good.” Sokka breathed out as the other began to kiss along his neck, the occasional sensation of teeth dragging across his skin sending a shiver down his spine.
Dark hands moved up to graze along the other’s shoulders, finding his face and pulling him in for another kiss. When it broke, Sokka spoke again. “That’s about as far as I’ve ever gotten. You might have to teach me how to be good at this.” He admitted, glancing away and turning a bit red in the face.
Suddenly, Zuko was apprehensive about how far this was going to go. Spontaneity was all great and fine, but he hadn't exactly planned or mentally prepared himself to kiss, let alone fuck, Sokka. Especially when the guy had no experience and they were lying on the cold, hard ground. Actually, probably on tree roots.
He pulled back a little once the kiss broke, trying to clear the fuzz of hormones from his brain and think about this a moment.
"I..." he began, but a rustling in the trees stopped him.
"Hey, guys..." came Suki's voice a little further away, obviously looking for them, but unable to see well in the darkness.
"Are you alright? You've been gone a long time. Sokka?"
Well, fuck. Zuko glanced down at Sokka and knew they were well and properly screwed. No pun intended.
Now that he thought about it, even if Suki didn't find them in this compromising position, it would be well obvious what they'd been up to.
Don't panic,he thought to himself,just get dressed.
Sokka nearly choked when heard Suki’s voice. Biting his own lip hard enough to draw blood to stop himself from yelping or something, he moved out from under Zuko as quietly as he could, handing the other his shirt before finding his own in the dark and pulling it on.
“Sorry, we got into a fight.” He said once the pair of them were dressed. “But we worked it out, isn’t that right?” he asked, draping his arm loosely around Zuko’s shoulders and grinning widely at Suki.
That was something he would have to figure out. His feelings for Zuko vs his feelings for Suki and what everything meant. What he truly wanted. He was more confused now than ever.
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