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Naked and Vulnerable	By : Kigen Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Slash - Male/Male > Sokka/Zuko Views: 7447 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Naked and Vulnerable

By: Chu-leh

Sokka tentacle porn, because I promised it to a great writer a long time ago. I hope you all enjoy. Read and review please.

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Sokka ran.

His legs pumped as hard as they could as he waded through the gunk and muck of the swamp.

He tried to duck, to weave his way through the thick foliage. But no matter what he did, he could not escape the vines that followed him mercilessly.

It seemed he no sooner hacked off one vine, only to have another grasp his arm or leg.

Letting out a strangled cry, Sokka fell into the murky water. A vine wrapped around his calf and jerked him off his feet. Frantically, the water tribe boy's hands sifted through the muck, the mud. He tried desperately to find his machete, only to have his wrists captured.

Sokka wheezed as a vine hit hard into his stomach, knocking the air out of him. The vine continued to move, wrapping around his waist. More and more took advantage of his momentary weakness. They wrapped around his arms, his legs, his chest; eventually lifting him into the air. Coughing, he forced air into his deprived lungs.

This didn't make sense. How could the vines attack him like they were? It didn't make sense. It couldn't happen, it just couldn't. Something else had to be going on.

A low chuckle caused him to whip his head around in hopes of finding the source of the noise.

He found it, but it wasn't what he was expecting.

A boy, another member of the Water Tribe, lounged on a thick branch. The teen, maybe two or three years older than Sokka watched the smaller boy with amused eyes. He wore only a pair of blue leggings and boots that reached up to the tops of his calves. His dark hair hung at the bottom of his shoulder blades, half held up in a ponytail.

"Who are you?" Sokka demanded, swearing to himself as the vines efficiently relieved him of his boomerang.

The boy just chuckled.

"Hey, stop laughing and help me out!" Sokka jerked around helplessly in the vine's grasp.

The boy just chuckled yet again, making a beckoning motion with his hand. It confused Sokka for a moment, until he felt the vines bring him closer to the teen.

This boy, this guy...

He was bending the vines.

"What do you think you're doing?" Sokka screamed and writhed as the vines better wrapped around him to the point where he could barely move. "Stop it right now! Let me go or I'll-"

Sokka's words were cut off when the teen pressed his lips to Sokka's in a harsh kiss.

Blue eyes widened in shock, before Sokka began to shake his head wildly, breaking free. "What do you think you're-"

The teen grasped Sokka's chin roughly, holding his head still as he crushed his lips against Sokka's once more. This time, a vine wrapped itself around Sokka's face. The slimy vine kept his head still as the teen's hands came free to run down the length of Sokka's body.

Sokka squeaked into the kiss when the teen's hands began to massage the flesh of his hips and rear.

Pulling away from the kiss, the boy smirked darkly at Sokka. As his hands moved to better cup his rear, Sokka began to feel fear's icy fingers grip at his insides.

"What are you going to do?" Sokka asked. His gaze was firm, but he could not keep the tremor of fear out of his voice.

The teen didn't answer, but held his hand out to the side. With a snap of his tanned fingers, the vines came to life once more. They slid inside Sokka's clothing, causing him to shiver as the cold muck that dripped from the vines slid down his warm skin. The vines pulled, tore at his clothing, leaving shreds to fall to the swampy ground below. The vines reached for his weapons, wrapping around them and flinging them into the muck.

Opening his mouth to scream, a vine shot past his lips to fill his mouth.

Naked and vulnerable, he whimpered. Sokka shuddered, gagging from the swamp water that filled his mouth. The putrid taste and small invaded his sense.

With only his necklace on, his body was brought closer to the older Water Tribe boy. The other boy's hand raised, his fingers toying with the ivory necklace.

Sokka shivered, this time from the feel of fingers against sensitive skin.

Raising his eyes, as though asking Sokka if he would behave, the teen allowed the vine to slip out of Sokka's mouth.

The moment his mouth was free, he spat at the teen. The wad of saliva mixed with swamp slime hit the teen's cheek.

But rather than become enraged or even upset, it only seemed to amuse him. He liked the fire in Sokka's eyes. After all, what fun was it when prey submitted right away?

The teens hand went to caress Sokka's face. He lifted Sokka's chin, looking down at him with a look of utter amusement on his face.

Sokka stared back at him, his gaze sharp and unyielding.

A tongue slid out to wet the teen's lips. This was going to be fun.

Sokka's eyes darted about, looking for any way to escape. But it was useless. His arms, his entire body was immobile. His weapons were thrust far away, buried who knew where in the much of the swamp floor. Katara, Aang, Toph, not even Iroh or Zuko were anywhere near him. There was no hope of him being rescued.

What could he do?

He wasn't going to submit to this bastard; Sokka was sure of that. But the teen just kept the same, amused smirk upon his face. The teen seemed to be taking his time touching Sokka. His rough fingertips slid slowly along his lips, his cheeks. They traced the lines of his face, sliding to rub gently at the patch of skin below his ears.

Sokka squeezed his eyes shut in disgust when the teen leaned down to lick his cheek. Soft, gentle, teasing kisses trailed down the length of his jaws, of his ears. His hot mouth suckled the flesh of Sokka's earlobe.

All Sokka could do was squirm and grimace and try to wrench himself free of the vine's unyielding grasp.

The boy reached for another kiss, this time letting his tongue trace along the other's lips in want of entrance.

Sokka stubbornly kept his lips shut.

Frowning a bit, the other's hand reached around Sokka's neck. It traced the flesh softly for a moment, making Sokka shiver lightly from the sensation; before wrapping around Sokka's throat and squeezing tight.

Sokka gasped loudly for air, allowing the teen to slip his tongue inside Sokka's open mouth.

Sokka waited until the hand left his neck before biting down hard of the teen's tongue.

The teen pulled away with a hiss.

Sokka smirked, happy to actually be able to do something to displease te bastard.

Blue eyes narrowed, and Sokka's body was jerked away from him.

Sokka was about to open his mouth to say something, when a vine wrapped around his lips, forcing it's way inside. Sokka glared. A muffled cry escaped his mouth as something wet and slimy brushed against his lower regions.

The smirk returned to the teen's features, though this time far more sadistic.

Sokka could only squirm helplessly as the vines wrapped around his slight arousal; a result that had appeared from the boy's earlier ministrations on his face and neck.

Sokka trashed, tried to move, but the vines just squeezed tighter and tighter around his length, until he whimpered with pain.

The smirk grew wider as Sokka whimpered and squirmed in the vine's grasp. With a wave of the hand, the vine's crushing grip on his length eased.

The tanned skin of Sokka's face suddenly became much paler as the vine began to rub against him. Whimpering around the gag, Sokka tried to fight his body's reaction to the soft caresses.

He failed miserably.

The vine slid from his slack jaw as Sokka groaned softly from a particularly firm caress.

Chuckling at Sokka's poor control, with a wave of the hand, a smaller vine wrapped tight around the base of Sokka's arousal. More vines came, each wrapping lightly along his length. Slowly, rhythmically, they began to slide across Sokka's arousal.

The smirk grew wider as Sokka whimpered and squirmed in the vine's grasp. With a wave of the hand, the vine's crushing grip on his length eased.
The tanned skin of Sokka's face suddenly became much paler as the vine began to rub

His tanned body arched, as he let out a cry of surprise. Sokka tried to buck his hpis, reflexively, but the vines held him too still to do so.

The teen brought Sokka's body closer, his lips wrapping around pointed peaks of flesh on Sokka's chest. His hands running down Sokka's body to massage his hips and rear.

Sokka groaned loudly, mind blinded by lust. He tried to squirm, to move, to do anything to alleviate the burning in his loins; but the vine wrapped around the base of his arousal kept him from reaching his release.

"Please..." Sokka panted, his body covered by a fine sheen of sweat. "Oh spirits please..." he threw his head back with a cry as the vine squeezed tighter around his length.

The man smirked, drawing away from where his tongue had been fucking Sokka's navel. Perhaps he should take some pity on the boy.

He reached down, the vines that were rubbing Sokka's length removed themselves, making Sokka let out a whimper of frustration from the loss of all contact.

"Please..." he panted, straining against his bonds. "Please let me... let me..."

The teen grabbed a hold of Sokka's arousal, making the teen cry out.

"Please... let me... cum." Sokka blushed beat red. He didn't know what he was saying anymore, or who to. He just wanted release now.

Hearing the boy all but begging him for relief, the teen grabbed Sokka's length harshly.

Sokka cried out, moaning, gasping, squirming as the teen's hand pumped his swollen length. He threw his head back, lips open in a silent scream as thick, creamy ropes shot into the air, hitting the teen in the face.

Sokka shagged in the bounds, panting harshly from the strength of his orgasm.

The teen just smirked, wiping the cum off of his face, and licking it off his hand.

Sokka looked so calm and relaxed, still in post orgasmic bliss.

He smirked.

The fun part was just about to begin, and Sokka didn't have any idea what was gonna happen next.

Sokka was catching his breath, and the vines began to move about him. “Huh?" Sokka was starting to gather his senses. "What're you doing?!"

The boy only smirked as a vine began to prod gently at Sokka’s back entrance.

Sokka's face became unnaturally pale for any member of the Water Tribe. "No. You can't be serious!" Sokka trashed in the binds, letting out a frustrated cry as the vines held him too tight to move.

"You can't stick THAT up THERE!" Sokka cried out as the vine slowly began to work it's way inside.

The cold muck of the swamp chilled his insides, though it helped to soften the force of the entrance. It squirmed around inside him, making him whimper and scream.

"You bastard! Take it out! Stop! Take it-"

With a frown, the water tribe teen sent another vine to muffle Sokka's protesting mouth; leaving Sokka to only be able to squirm and moan and cry as the vine explored his most private spot.

The small vine that had been wrapped around the base of Sokka's slowly returning arousal as the teen coaxed the vine bound boy closer to him.

Sokka let out a surprised squeak as he felt the teen's hot, wet mouth envelop his length, sucking and rubbing and teasing him with the tongue.

The squeak turned into a full scream as the tip of the slender vine inside him found the bundle of nerves that make him buck and strain for release.

But the teen was relentless.

Now that the vine could easily slide within Sokka, it began to thrust and squirm and ravage the spot within Sokka mercilessly. At the same time, the teen picked up his speed. Nibbling at the head of Sokka's length, letting his fingers run teasingly along sensitive balls; taking all of Sokka within his mouth one moment, and then leaving to lightly suck at his tip the next.

Sokka moaned, whimpering, tears of frustration falling down his face as he struggled for release from the pleasurable torture. He squirmed, cried. The vine fell from his lips as he begged.

"Please, please, oh spirits, oh spir- PLEASE!" he screamed, bucking his hips into the hot mouth that enveloped him.

Throwing his head back as he was about to reach his peak, the small vine around his length finally showing mercy and starting to loosen.

"Sokka." A voice called from the corners of his mind.

But Sokka ignored it, trying desperately to find a releases from the burning in his loins.

“Sokka..." the voice was growing louder.

"SOKKA!"

With a startled cry, Sokka's eyes opened to see Zuko's face in the dim light, the Fire Lord hovering above him.

“Zuko, what?" he yawned. He was mildly aware of the tightness of his pants.

“You were screaming." Zuko explained, flopping down onto his side of their bed, groaning.

Sokka blinked for a moment, wondering why he would be screaming from the dream...

When it all came back to him in flashes. Bolting so he sat up, his face turned bright red. “I am NEVER trying you're uncle's new teas before bed ever again!"

"Why?" Zuko raised an eyebrow, then he noticed Sokka's 'condition.' Smirking to himself, Zuko's hand fell ontop of Sokka's straining arousal, coaxing a moan out of tanned lips.

"You really should drink my uncle's tea more often Sokka." Zuko let his lips trail along Sokka's bare neck, electing pleasured moans. “They seem to put you in such a good mood.”

Sokka allowed himself to be laid down on the bed, as Zuko straddled his legs.

Leaning down and nipping Sokka's ears, he whispered. "Now just what were you dreaming about?"

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Ja min’na-san!
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