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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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A great big thanks to BlueFlesche for editting my chapter - thanks sooo much. ANd remaining mistakes are all me.

Sapphire Sophilia; lnfinitysDaughter, Kuragari; Hopw it was worth the wait. Thanks for the support, *grin oh definately it gonna be a hot ride, as you can see I have plans for the ex-water tribesmen, hope you enjoy it

eve4mem : Ahhh thanks. That is what I am shooting for, Sweet and HOT. Though I think that they did hurt Sokka a lot, he just never made a big deal out if it. But at least here... *winks

ray : Yup Im that nut. Hope you like this different angle form Inu stuff... lots more well... sex.

You wonderful reviewers encourage me to continue, suggestions, ideas and requests are welcomed. Reviews are sooooo needed. *grin

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Chapter 8 : Sokka's role

Sokka's eyes opened slowly. For a few seconds he luxuriated in the warmth, then an intrusively bold finger stroked his nipple, and Sokka jerked as memory came flooding back. Spirits, what the hell had happened? The best orgasm in his life had just been given to him by the fucking Fire Lord.

Speaking of the Fire Lord, what the heck was he doing, cuddling Sokka to him as if he was a catapuss-teddy soft toy? Sokka turned to yell at Zuko to let him go, but the words died in his throat. Zuko was fast asleep, his shoulder-length hair tossed as he buried his nose at the back of Sokka's neck. The Fire Lord's breath was deep and even; he looked so peaceful – contented, even. Sokka suddenly did not have the heart to disturb him.

Calling himself 500 different kinds of a softy and pushover, Sokka eased out of Zuko's embrace. He planned to get out of bed and give himself some space to think. That was his plan, at least, but just as he got free of Zuko's embrace, he swung his feet off the bed and slipped, ending up in a rather inelegant sprawl at the bedside.

Zuko blinked as he stared in amusement at the man in an awkward position on the floor. "How the heck can someone as deadly and as graceful as you are in battle be such a klutz the rest of the time?"

Sokka went bright red as he tried to untangle himself, muttering a constant flow of curses under his breath. He found himself looking at anything except the Fire Lord, for meeting Zuko's eyes was almost impossible.

Zuko chuckled, "And the better question would be, why do I find both parts of you so utterly enchanting?" The fire bender dropped his tone, and the words emerged with a sensual slant. Sokka's jaw dropped as his head jerked, "Zuko, by the Spirits, you can't say stuff like that!"

Zuko's smile was that of the badger-cat who had just consumed the best part of the cream. "Sokka, of course I can say that, you ARE my prey, or perhaps you need more convincing on the matter, hmm?" Zuko asked playfully. The Fire Lord actually felt euphoric, as if he was drunk with joy. For the first time in years the Fire Spirit was not draining him and finally he could laugh and feel again. Zuko felt alive, so damn good, and the source of all that was HIS! And damn it, he wanted to taste that exquisite skin on display before him.

Sokka caught the hungry flash in Zuko's eyes, and the blush spread throughout his body. He snatched the blanket to cover his most prominent feature that was becoming more prominent in response. "Arrrggghh! Zuko! Stop that! Ahh, what the hell is wrong with me? I like girls!" Sokka almost wailed.

Suddenly the humour died in Zuko's eyes. "Do you find it disgusting, Sokka, to have a male give you such pleasure? Was it repellent to you, to come from my touch?"

Sokka wanted to say yes, he wanted to rant and rave, but he looked into the hooded golden eyes, and once again the words simply stopped. The fire bender had been through so damned much, had walked through hell since he was young and somehow managed to keep his soul intact. Sokka found that the lie would not leave his lips, bringing more pain to the scarred man who suddenly seemed so damned vulnerable was simply.. impossible. His shoulders sagged. "No, Zuko, no! It wasn't anything like that, it was- well, errr, errr... Guys like guys— ahhh, I mean, other guys like other guys all the time. I- me- I'm just used to being attracted to women," he finished lamely.

"Have you every found a male attractive, Sokka?"

"Hmmm… Attractive as in pleasing to look at, sure, attractive as in 'I wanna go to bed with you,' hell no!" Sokka responded.

"So... no other guy has ever touched you like I did? Has anyone been inside you?" Zuko pressed.

"Spirits, Zuko, are you insane? I'd skin a guy who tried to touch me like that! I've had sex, but seriously, no girl would dream of doing what you did." Sokka was caught between outraged innocence and the need to die of embarrassment as he realized what he had just said. He sank to the bed and buried his face in the palms of his hands. "Please put some food in my mouth so that I stop talking!!" he wailed.

A strong hand caught Sokka's jaw and the overacting young man found himself staring into the compelling eyes. "There is a better way to stop you from talking." Zuko's mouth closed on Sokka's and this time the kiss was ravenous. Zuko gave no quarter; he pulled the blue-eyed man into his arms and, as was his right, plundered the hot cavern. The warrior fought at first, tried to pull back, but Zuko knew the moment his flames engulfed Sokka's will; he felt the rising passion, which melted away all defenses. When he finally raised his head, Sokka was shaking from the force that had overwhelmed him.

"Are you going to skin me for touching you, Sokka? Are you going to fight me, hit me? I won't stop you, Sokka. You may see it as if I am stealing your life; I am – so if you want to hit me, go ahead."

Sokka stared at Zuko, his fingers curled as he stared into the burning golden eyes. He tried, really tried to be furious, to hit the Fire Lord, but the anger refused to rise. Sokka was no fool, he knew of the problems, of the Fire Lord's desperation. Sokka felt that Zuko was clutching at straws, as much a victim as Sokka was. His friend did not deserve his anger. Sokka's hands uncurled and his shoulders sagged once again.

"You can't do that, can you, Sokka? You can't hurt me, can you; I'm one of your own. We did the big things, the bending, we protected the people. You were the one getting hit by rogue waves, buffeted by rocks and winds and singed by fire, but other than joking complaints, you never once retaliated. You always forgave us, but if one of us accidentally hurt any of the others, you were on them like a wolf-hawk, all protective and fierce." There was a strange gentleness in Zuko's eyes as he was finally appreciating the full extent of what the other had done for them. He kept one hand on Sokka's face as the other massaged the tense arm muscles. "You, Sokka, it was you who protected the gAang, from ourselves, from each other, from others. Your plans always made sure we were safe, your jokes broke the tension, and your shenanigans reminded us of our humanity. You protected us, Sokka, always. That is one of the reasons you are such a perfect prey, Sokka. You may deny what is between us, fight me, but you will never hurt me. And while I am looking after the needs and safety of the Fire Nation, you as my prey will protect me, in spite of myself."

Zuko spoke as he stroked Sokka's cheeks with his thumbs. The warrior's blue eyes were clouded, his nostrils flared as he tried to control his breathing. The gentle touches and words wormed their way into his blood, and despite himself heat began to rise. He shook his head. "What are you doing to me, Zuko? How can you do this? How do you make me want this?" Sokka clutched at Zuko's arms; he felt confused, lost, yet his body felt alive, needy. A part of him said he should be pulling away, but he didn't want to, he wanted to press closer, get closer to the heart of the flame. He was being pulled in two by his own emotions, so he froze and found himself unable to move at all.

Zuko reached out and ran his fingers through Sokka's soft brown hair. "Shhh... I am not making you want this, Sokka; it's a kind of recognition. Once my soul was changed by the spirit, it recognized your soul as its perfect counterpart. Our souls ache for each other, and from that, our hearts, minds, and bodies respond." Zuko leaned forward and nuzzled the tan cheek, and then his tongue made flicking forays at Sokka's ear. "I'm glad no man has touched you like this, that I will be the only one to be inside of you. Only in my arms will you come apart like that. You can be assured no other man will even touch you in that manner. If they even tried, what would be left of them would not be fit to be called ash. You are mine, Sokka: my prey, my sacrifice, my warrior, just mine."

"To hell with that." With a surge of will, he suddenly pushed Zuko away and jumped off the bed. "I'm nobody's prisoner, Zuko; I want out of your pretty little prison."

"I'm sorry you see the training rooms as a prison, Sokka, but even I cannot change traditions. You have to stay in these apartments for a month and limit your interactions with others during your training period. That is the custom and the law – which I will not and cannot change. Until the training is complete and the unification ceremony occurs, the Dragon is on the edge, and it would be dangerous to everyone if the tradition was broken."

"You think I won't try to escape, Zuko, just because you did 'that' to me?" Sokka spat out.

Zuko chuckled and stood up as well, allowing the sheets to fall to the floor and exposing himself fully for the first time to the agitated man. Zuko was well pleased when bright blue eyes widened in shock and then as if compelled to, ran over his body. Color drained and then infused Sokka's skin, his Adam's apple bobbing as he tried to moisten his suddenly dry throat. The aggression earlier apparent in his challenge faded away as passion once again mounted. Zuko almost casually reached out and pulled the warrior into his arms so that for the first time they were skin to skin. Their cocks pressed against each other and immediately hardened. Sokka's fists curled at his side and he whimpered at the fierce rise of temperature in his blood.

"No thoughts of escape while you are in my embrace." Zuko made that a statement, not a question. "My fierce wolf-hawk, of course you must try to escape when I am not here, that is your nature until we are joined, until you accept that you are only home in my arms. I look forward to testing my wits against yours. However, hear this, Sokka, and hear it well." One of Zuko's arms was around Sokka, holding him close, while the other hand stroked the scar tissue left on Sokka's shoulder from his last escape attempt. "Do not put yourself in danger when you try to escape. I will forgive such actions, Sokka, but if you hurt yourself in the process, if you take unnecessary risks with your person, I will punish you. You will make sure you are safe, my prey, or by Agni, I will make sure you regret it."

So saying, Zuko took Sokka's lips in another long and demanding kiss. The friction between them, the skin on skin contact drove thought from both their heads. Zuko was entranced; his hands roamed the unnaturally pliant body in his arms. Zuko was about to go further when Sokka began to struggle again and then bodily pushed him away.

"Stop, Zuko, by the Spirits, that's enough— hell no, it's too much, too fast. Please stop." Sokka, his head spinning, tried to get some sense of perspective.

Zuko nodded reluctantly. "I'm sorry, Sokka, I didn't mean to rush you. We have the whole period of training to get used to each other. Don't look so worried, I will take it slow, and as much as I want to be inside you right now, I will restrain myself. Step by step, Sokka, I will teach you to respond to me, get you to accept what is between us. Then you will come into your full potential." As much as he appreciated the view, it was too tempting. Zuko handed Sokka a robe even as he pulled on his own.

Sokka quickly made sure he was covered up before turning to face Zuko again. A gong sounded outside, indicating that the women were bringing in breakfast. Sokka made a dash for the bathing room, to dip in the hot pool and scurry out, washing away the residue from the night before. The women had left by the time he re-emerged and once again there was an exotic assortment of food: peacock-quail eggs, spiced breads, and banana-chocolate drinks and the like. He sat opposite the Fire Lord, and both with no real consideration of position began to eat. After the edge of his hunger was soothed, Sokka finally asked, "So what is this training about, anyway? Am I supposed to learn about Fire Nation history and such? And what on earth do you mean by 'full potential?' "

That now familiarly smug and slightly evil smile crept across the Fire Lord's face, and Sokka felt a sinking in the pit of his stomach. He knew, he just knew he was not going to like the answer.

"Well, I can't spend too much time explaining it, Sokka; I have to attend court in a few minutes. Hmmm... What is the best way to explain the training?" Zuko considered aloud, a distinct twinkle in his eye. He stood, walked to the bed, picked up the blanket, and went to stand beside the still seated Sokka. "Here, take this, run your hands over it."

Sokka, slightly uncomfortable at the nearness of the Fire Lord but extremely curious, took the blanket. It was a strange, many-textured material.

"Tell me, Sokka, how many different textures are there in that piece of cloth?" Zuko asked.

Sokka concentrated for a moment. "Hmmm… Initially I thought there were, like, ten different textures, but now I think there are much more, maybe thirty in all?" Sokka said.

Zuko ran his hand along the blanket, inadvertently allowing his knuckles to stroke Sokka's arms through it. Sokka shuddered at the touch. "I can only feel the ten textures that you spoke of, Sokka. Remember I told you that your body synthesizes my fire into passion? Well, the training period is the period when your body learns to do this by becoming increasingly sensitive. Your awareness will increase and your skin will awaken. Everything here is designed to assist in that process. Every single morsel of food that passes through your delicious lips in the next month is made of natural aphrodisiacs." Zuko's fingers traced the stunned Sokka's lips.

"The clothes you are allowed to wear are simple and light to allow the hangings, be it plant or material, to brush your skin and help bring it to life. You are barefoot so that you can feel the many textures on the carpet and flooring. That is just the beginning. I am told there are actually over two hundred different textures used in the bedding and the carpets, by the end of the training period the sacrifice's skin is so sensitive that only he can identify each and every texture used." Zuko leaned down, his lips a few inches away from Sokka's, his molten eyes mesmerizing in their intensity.

"By the time the training period is over, Sokka, whatever you feel now will be about one tenth of what you will feel then. Your passion will burn as hot as my flame, and you will ooze sensuality. My power is the power to command, to direct, to burn. You as my counterpart will embody the power to ensnare, to entice, and to make others burn. Male or female, you will bewitch them, draw them to you, distract them, and very few will have the will to deny you anything. They will come to you like moths to the flame. And they will wail in disappointment, as no matter what they do, it is I who entices, ensnares, and enraptures you. My Sokka." As Zuko finished his explanation, he closed the distance between then and kissed the charmingly befuddled warrior.

Without giving Sokka a chance to absorb and recover from the brain-numbing information overload he had just been dealt, Zuko swept out of the chambers. On the tenth count, just as the second set of doors swung shut, the Fire Lord's face broke into a wide grin as an outraged "Whhhhaaaattt!" echoed off the walls of the palace.

--tbc---

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