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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
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Chapter 6 : Successful Hunt

Sokka’s brain worked fanatically, he could NOT allow this to happen. He grabbed his meagre belonging and as soon as the camp got quiet, slipped out the back of the tent. Sokka moved with the skill of an expert hunter, he ghosted by the soldiers without them missing a thing. He made it to the trees, and without a sound, disappeared into the forest. He had seen a map of the general terrain. He needed to head away from the capital, and from Zuko. The were two possible routes to get to ports from where he could leave the Fire Nation. Any sane person would head South East, through the forest and reach the port in maybe 5 days. Or an insane person could head directly South, through canyons, gullies and rock trenches to reach a port in 3 days, assuming you reach at all.

Sokka knowing that he did not have speed on his side – choose to go South. It was dangerous, he realized that, but then so what else was new. He laid a false trail South East, before disappearing South.

The Warrior found a deer trail and ran, pacing himself. He could run at this pace for days on end if he had to, and he made good time through the forest. He ran for a good 3 hours, it would probably have been about 4 am, when he reached the first steep canyon. In spite of the lack of light, Sokka began climbing down. Half way down the rocks, crumbled beneath his hands, Sokka began to fall. He grabbed the space sword and drove it into the sheer rock as he fell, his arms screamed from the stress. But it served its purpose and slowed the fall. Still the sword came lose, and he fell the last 10 meters or so, instinctively twisting his body to avoid major damage.

Sokka saw pretty sparkly stars for a moments, then shaking his head, he took stock. His palms were raw from grasping the sword, his arms ached and his once broken leg, hurt like crazy. There was a sticky substance on his shoulder, and Sokka realized that the worst damage was made when he landed. A rock about half the size of his fist was embedded into his left shoulder. Gritting his teeth, Sokka used the Space Sword and pried the rock out. He took some of the linen he had in is pack and wrapped the wound, all the while cursing Zuko for obviously misunderstanding the situation. He was NOT attracted to Zuko in that way, ...not even to himself did he dare admit, that the reason he had panicked and run... was because his jaw still tingled where Zuko had touched it. Was because, the memory of Zuko’s warm breath on his face still caused unfamiliar emotions to rise in his belly.

NO... NO!! He was not changed. He was exactly the same, he told himself. He would not let Zuko be deluded into thinking he was special, he would find Zuko’s true sacrifice for him. Sokka refused to allow himself to even think that Zuko may NOT be mistaken. It had taken him a long time to accept his place in the world; a pheasant, a warrior, a non-bender, a pawn, someone who was sometimes useful, but not important in the big scheme of things, excess to requirements. He had made his peace with that and he could not allow himself to even hope for more, that way led to more pain. Sokka was really, really tired of pain.

A bit slower then before he forced himself to run. His body hurt, but this was a good hurt, physical pain helped distract from his raw emotions. Dawn was breaking and they would probably have discovered that Sokka was gone, he would have bought himself about a day at most with his false trail, so he could not stop, the warrior forced himself to move on. Focusing on moving his legs and just breathing Sokka put himself into a trance-like state, thinking about nothing except running.

Three hours later, the day was beginning to heat, as the morning sun began to beat down on the warrior. He was running through a canyon when suddenly a draconian shadow crossed the sun, then another, and another. Sokka’s hand dropped to his sword. As he drew it he wondered with grim humor if the scenario he had planned for Zuko, was actually going to come true. It was really be a joke of universal proportions if they found his remains in a few days. Sokka could appreciate the grim humor of it. The creatures leapt down into the canyon, Sokka took a defensive stance as he realized he was surrounded.

Before he could do anything, one of the creatures leapt at him and knocked him down. Instead of teeth, a rather smelly tongue was licking his face. It took him a few seconds to process. “Goosey!!! What the hell!! Get OFF!!”

He pushed the mongoose dragon off, the first thing he saw when he sat up was a pair of golden eyes staring at him intensely. The Fire Lord looked angry and amused at the same time.

Sokka blurted out the first thing that came to his head. “How the HELL did you find me so fast? I did not leave a trail!!!”

The other soldiers sat on their mounts pretending hard not to be there. Zuko answered. “Sokka, if you seriously don’t want to be found, don’t leave loyal mongoose dragons behind. We were going to follow your false trail, it was brilliant by the way, but Goosey headed straight south. I decided to follow him.”

Sokka’s jaw dropped as he stared at the Mongoose dragon which was looking at him with doe eyes. “Traitor!” Sokka grumbled.

“Don’t be mad at Goosey, Sokka.” Zuko said dismounting, his guards following suit. “Goosey just missed you and so did I. Why did you run from me Sokka? I am a monster Sokka that you had to run away from me?”

Zuko asked the question in a forlorn and a strangely hurt voice, and Sokka squirmed a little, wondering why the hell did he fell so guilty all of a sudden. “I..I.. wasn’t running away from you Zuko, I’m just trying to stop you from making a mistake. I’ll help you find your real sacrifice Zuko, you misunderstood.”

“So you are okay with being the sacrifice when you are to be eaten, but when you are to be loved, I am suddenly mistaken?” Zuko asked his eyes narrowing again.

“Eerrr.. essentially, yes!” Sokka said, without warning he flung dirt into the fire Lord’s eyes and leaped up on Goosey’s back and turning leaped over the guards behind him, his sole aim as far away from Zuko as possible. The guards scrambled back on the mounts and were in pursuit. Clearing his eyes, a feral smile curved on Zuko’s lips as he mounted up as well. Dragons were hunters after all.

Now that he knew Sokka was safe and alive, he could enjoy the rest of the hunt. Blood thrummed in Zuko’s veins, he had not felt this alive in a long time. Sokka was indeed a worthy prey!

On Goosey, Sokka fled. He looked for narrow passes, he could not allow them to surround him again. Dodging and running, Sokka finally saw a wide ravine, there was a bridge across it. If he could get across first and cut the bridge then he had a good chance of escaping. The waters below the ravine, should cushion the any of the soldiers if they fell. The soldiers were hot on his trail. Seeing the warriors plan one of the soldiers released a bolo, tangling Goosey’s feet, Goosey stumbled and fell. Sokka back flipped off Goosey and in one move had his sword at ready.

“Goosey, get to the other side, I’ll hold them off.” Sokka ordered.

“Look Warrior, we do not want to hurt you, but you are coming back with us. There are too many of us, you don’t have a hope of escaping.” One of the soldiers that Sokka had been playing Pai Sho with said almost pleadingly. Sokka’s only response was to lift his sword, he had no idea where Zuko and Savin were, he was just grateful they were not the ones he was fighting.

Two elite soldiers rushed at Sokka, swords drawn, hoping to overwhelm the young warrior quickly. Sokka easily side stepped them both, hitting one on the back of the head with his sword hilt, as he twisted and kicked the other in the side. The one he kicked ended up tethering at the side of the bridge, Sokka grabbed the other dazed soldier her had hit by the collar and slammed him into the other soldier. Both soldiers ended up hanging on to the edge of the bridge.
Zuko and Savin sat on their mounts watching the battle. Zuko had been infuriated when he found out Sokka had gone. When he realized that Sokka had run on foot, alone, the fury had given was to a coiling fear. A fear that Zuko had never come close to experiencing, what if he lost Sokka? Having only just found the warrior, the thought sent chills down his spine. His men had underestimated Sokka, they had been careless and allowed his Prey to escape, the only reason they still had their skins was because Zuko had not wanted to waste time flaying them. Now he was enjoying himself watching the fight. Sokka had always been an innovative, entertaining and deadly fighter. He was going to let Sokka teach his men a lesson in humility and make sure that his men were never foolish enough to underestimate the Warrior again.

The space sword, cleaved through the weapons of the soldiers. Sokka totally exploited the confining space on the bridge. His movements looked erratic and uncontrolled to the soldiers, but from their vantage point both Savin and Zuko could see the thought that went into each move. Sokka was not thinking one step ahead, he was anticipating his opponents 4, maybe 5 steps ahead. He used the soldiers attacks against each other, neutralized force by flowing with the energy, avoiding rather then confronting the flames head on. One by one, the soldiers fell, either knocked out, or they ended up clinging to the side of the bridge. Blood mostly from the soldiers slicked the bridge, and weighed on the air.

Zuko and Savin were both getting ready to enter the fray themselves, when they suddenly noticed the waters below the bridge churn, and erupt. Drawn by the blood, the Water Eel Snake now sought its prey. Immediately the warriors turned to the real threat, releasing bursts of fire at it. Sokka and the other soldiers still standing began grabbing unconscious soldiers yanking them to safety. The Eel Snake ignoring the fire balls sent in its direction, lunged at one of the dangling soldiers. Without thinking Sokka, grabbed the hilt of his sword with both hands, and leapt at the Eel Snake. With all his momentum and strength he pierced the sword through the eye of the creature. The creature shrieked! It shook its head violently and Sokka still holding the sword was sent flying up in the air.

There was an enraged cry from below, blue flashed intensely as bolts of lighting was poured into the Eel snake. His fists flaming, Zuko propelled himself into the air, and caught the falling body of his prey. The momentum carried them close to opposing cliff’s edge. Sokka seeing they were falling short once again used the space sword as a brake, giving Zuko the opportunity to get his legs on the rock face, and propel them upwards. Zuko had his arms around Sokka’s waist, propelled their movement. Sokka his back plastered to Zuko, used the sword to cut through rocks, falling debris and flaming parts of the Eel Snake. The two finally ended up rolling and panting on the other side of the cliff.
Savin seeing to the safety of his men, had a box seat view of the whole maneuver, and he could only gasp in awe at how well the two had worked together to save their lives. Without planning, the two moved as a singular unit, angling their bodies almost instinctively to give the other space and trusting the other to play their part. Savin had heard of the battle on Boiling Rock, where witnesses had reported Zuko and a water warrior had fought as one, holding off successfully against Azula. Savin because he knew Zuko’s style, and knew that Zuko mainly fought alone, had believed the claims to be an exaggeration. As he watched the two now, he realized that it was no exaggeration, alone each were capable and deadly, together, they seemed unstoppable. He was finally beginning to have an inclining as to why the seeming unassuming warrior had been chosen as the Dragon’s prey.

Savin and his men reached the two who were puffing and panting as they lay on the ground. Adrenaline finally leaving his system, Sokka’s arm went limp as the wound on his shoulder opened under all the strain. He tried to ignore it and sit up, but pain shot up his leg, the knee in his weak leg had somehow been dislocated. He groaned in agony. Immediately Zuko was by his side, “Sokka! What the hell did you do to your self?” Gentle hands turned the warrior and helped him to sit upright. Zuko’s eyes narrowed in anger over wound. “You hurt yourself, you fucking hurt yourself! Never do this again Sokka, I will not allow you to put your self in needless danger and hurt yourself unnecessarily. I will not have it!” Zuko growled with all the authority of the Fire Lord behind him.

Sokka panting in pain was a little intimidated, but there was no way he was going to simply role over. “Like hell this was unnecessarily. I’m doing this to stop you from making the worst mistake of your life you stupid jerkbender!:” Sokka replied blue eyes glaring into gold.

Savin was checking Sokka’s leg interrupted. “The knee is dislocated My Lord, shall I put it back in? Or should you wait for the healers?” Savin directed his question to Zuko.

“Hey! That is my leg, you ask me! Not his lordiness over there, put it back in now!” Sokka groused.

Zuko shrugged, indicating for Savin to do as Sokka insisted. Zuko propped the Warrior’s torso against his chest, and whispered, “You do realize that you are going to get your leg put together without the benefit of pain killers?” He whispered, distracting he warrior from the upcoming event.

Sokka’s eyes widened, he was going to respond, when Savin yanked the distracted warrior’s leg into place. Sokka saw stars and slumped against Zuko. Over taxed, mentally, emotionally and physically, Sokka slipped into unconsciousness.
Zuko sat on the ground, stroking the sweat soaked hair. He cuddled the unconscious warrior against him, seeing the lines of strain around Sokka’s eyes that had never been there earlier. Sokka was strong, but too thin, too light, there were more scars on his body then Zuko remembered. There was a sadness about him that Zuko despised, the warrior had been put through too much unnecessarily.

“What do we do now My Lord? Do you think you can convince him to stay or will he try to escape again?” Savin asked softly.

“Why ask a question when you know the answer. Of course he will try to run, he is as stubborn as they come. Not only that, out here, he’ll succeed. I learned a long time ago, that it takes a great deal more resources than we have out here in the wilds to hold a Water Warrior.” Zuko stroked Sokka absently as he came to some decisions, he would not allow Sokka to be put in danger again.

“Get the sleeping droughts prepared. The best way to do this is to have Sokka sleeping through the journey, it will give his wounds time to heal and keep him out of trouble. Send messenger hawks to the capital, they are to prepare the training rooms of my Prey to the specifications we discussed. Do not reveal Sokka’s name, he is to be know as Fire by all the guards until it is time for the Unveiling and Unification Ceremony. Sokka was right, if the Avatar or his sister find out they will be an unwelcome distraction.” Zuko said with steel in his voice, nothing would disrupt the training.

“I swore not to touch you before we reached the Capital, and you swore that you will do all that I needed once we got there.” Zuko said to the unconscious man, “Well guess what? When you wake up My Warrior, we will be in the capital, then I will show you who has really misunderstood.” Zuko’s lips ached to touch, but he had promised, and he gathered his flagging control, wrapped Sokka in his robe and reluctantly handed the unconscious warrior to Savin. The Dragon Sporot would only allow the older, securely married Captain to touch his Prey. Savin would act as Sokka’s guardian and healer until the unconscious Sokka was safely in the Training Rooms.

Savin hid his smile at his Lord’s continued attempt to keep his word, that contrasted sharply with the warning look in his eyes. This was going to be interesting, Savin carrying Sokka mounted up, and they moved out.

Sokka would always remember the next few days as a dream. He was exhausted and tired, he hardly had the energy to clean himself and eat the soups Savin poured down his throat. It was as if he was drinking cactus juice again. The world was hazy and sleepy, and reality did not really touch him.

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Sokka awakened. His mind was finally sharp and clear, he cursed under his breathe. Damn Zuko, Double damn that Savin, his brain was clear enough to realize that he had been drugged, for how long he was not sure. And where the hell was he. His body ached a little but he had pretty much recovered. Sokka sat up and took stock of his surroundings. Sweet inviting fragrance filled the air. The bed was huge, 5 over sized grown men could have slept comfortably in it. The bed sheets were strange, it felt weird on his skin, yet comfortable. Many different textures and cloths had been woven together to make the bed sheet and blanket. So intricate were the patterns, he knew they were different cloths but could not make out how different. He figured they must have used at lead 20 different kinds of textures to make one bed sheet. Strange.

He got out of bed and stood up, he was wearing soft cotton drawstring pants and and equally soft tunic. The material was of a quality that Sokka knew was so expensive, that if he combined all the costs of the clothes he had ever worn in his life, he still would not be able to afford a handkerchief of this material. It rippled almost alive against his skin.

Sokka glanced around the room. The bed dominated the room of course, but on one side was a large full length mirror, with a solid looking dresser beside it. The floor was fully covered in a strange carpet. Sokka took a few steps and realized why the carpet was strange. It was made in the similar mismatch of textures that the bed sheets were made of. The feel of different textures on his bare feet, were strange, ticklish even. He searched for slippers or shoes but found none. There were a deck of cupboards to one side. To Sokka's irritation 2 of them were locked shut, the third had more clothes inside, clothes that seemed to be his size. The only other furniture in the room, was a small low eating table with two cushions around it for seating.

There was one big door in the room, Sokka was unsurprised to find it locked. There seemed to be a small enclave covered in cloth that led to a different room. In the short passage Gauzy cloth, strings of beads, and vines from potted plants, hung from the ceiling, caressing Sokka as he walked past them to the second room. This room had the same strange carpeting as the other over. It was dominated by a fireplace with a flume too small for Aang let alone Sokka to climb through. Before the fireplaces, were soft animal skin rugs, and pillows were scattered in from of the fire place. On the far end of the room was an impressive collection of books. A huge desk and two comfortable chairs was placed before the books, and Sokka could see painting supplies stacked carefully on one of the shelves.

Another small passage way full of hanging stuff, led to what looked like an indoor garden. There was a grassy field, that could easily be used as a practice area. Beyond that was a prefect garden. A small koi pond was surrounded by weeping willows. Sokka's eyes swept the outdoor garden, the walls were at least 30 feet high, they were almost invisible, but Sokka could make out the thin bars that covered the open roof area. The bank of room were comfortable and strangely compelling, but Sokka realized without a doubt they were also a prison.

New scents caught his nose, and Sokka hurried back into the bed room area. His stomach began to growl, so he was a prisoner no point being a starving prisoner. 3 women had pulled in a huge cart of food into the room, and were efficiently arranging the food on the table. They were dressed in hues of red, in clothing similar to what Ty Lee used to wear. Only the cloth was sheer and sensual. The women moved gracefully, they bowed low to him, but did not speak to him. In fact they never made eye contact. They quickly moved around the room cleaning it up. Then they bowed to him a second time and opened the huge doors. Sokka tensed to make a break for it, until he saw the door led to an empty corridor of strak white, and then another huge doors. The second doors were patterned with holes, and Sokka could see the impassive masked guards on the other side of the doors. The girls turned to him, and knelt head to floor waiting. Sokka cursed as he got the idea, the guards would not open the door with him in the corridor, and the girls would have to kneel like that waiting for him to leave. Blast that Zuko! Sokka backed into the room, and immediately a hidden mechanism slammed the door of his prison shut, locking it at the same time.

Sokka's fists slammed against the closed door in frustration. What the hell was going on.

There seemed only one thing he could do, eat. The meal was again a little strange but delicious, there were fire figs and raw crystal oysters for starters. Roaster Sparrow Swan for the main course, and an assortment of chocolates for desert. The food slid down well, and Sokka burped in satisfaction. Since there was not much he could do until the Jerkbender gave him some idea of what was going on, Sokka got back into the bed and curled up. Feeling full and warm, Sokka fell asleep, perhaps it was the residue of the drugs in his blood, perhaps it was that his body needed the rest to recover, but Sokka missed the doors opening again and the women quickly clearing the room, leaving a platter of fruit and drinks behind. Sokka missed the Fire Lord walk in after them, and perhaps it is best that he missed the satisfied and smug smile on the Lord's face as his eyes caressed the sleeping form on his bed.

The doors closed behind the women, and Zuko silently shed his robes. Clad only in pants, he sat on the bed. The hunt was over, the prey was his. It was now time to claim what already belonged to him. Zuko's smile grew lustful, it was finally time for the Sokka's training to begin.

---tbc---

lol... long chappie.. and yes I am still evil.

So can you guess what the rooms are about? Seriously next Chappie is not for those underaged. Oh and if there are anything you would like to see please feel free to request, no promises – but I will try if I can.
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