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Tension	By : kurojidarkspear Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > General Views: 4954 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Tension
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A/N: Fun times.

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Chapter One: The Royal Chambers

He was never a big fan of the Fire Nation—it was entirely too hot, no matter what time of year he visited. The Palace and Royal City of Caldera were even worse to visit, especially since little if anything—visually—had changed since Ozai’s defeat. So now he stood before a massive portrait of the former Fire Lord, a little tempted to set it on fire himself. After awhile he decided against it, but then he sneezed, splattering (to his horror) a big glob of snot onto the painting. Glancing around, he frantically tried to wipe it away, but the paint smeared, suddenly making the bottom of Ozai’s robe look like it was melting.

“Ambassador Sokka?”

The Water tribesman nearly yelped in surprise, whirling around with a sheepish look on his face. He shifted slightly to cover where he’d ruined the painting and stammered, “Y-Yes? T-that’s me.”

The woman, a Fire Nation “hospitality representative” (or so she’d introduced herself), peered at him suspiciously for a moment before saying, “They’re ready for you now.”

Sokka nodded, but didn’t move.

“Please follow me, Sir.”

“I know where the Throne Room is. I’ll be there in a minute.” Overenthusiastic grin.

“Sir,” she said sternly. “Please follow me.”

“Ah… fine,” huffed Sokka, begrudgingly stepping away from the painting to follow the woman. If she noticed his offense, she made no indication. He sighed in relief as they turned the corner, but then realized— “Hey, uh, the Throne Room is the other way… lady.” She’d said her name, but… What was it? Kaia? Maya? Gaia?

“My name is Kichi.”

Not even close. Sokka mentally kicked himself, but continued, “Where are you taking me? The letter said there were important ambassador-y things to attend to.”

“Please just follow me, Sir.”

Sighing, the Water Tribe Ambassador nodded in defeat. Kichi led him past the Throne Room and then took a series of twists, turns and stairways that left Sokka utterly confused. They passed gardens, ballrooms, baths and a seemingly endless number of closed doors before she finally stopped at the front of a huge corridor. A fine red carpet extended from where they stood, past dozens of exquisite Fire Nation sculptures and paintings lining both walls, and finally to a great door.

He looked at Kichi incredulously. “Lemme guess. I gotta go through there.”

In lieu of a verbal reply, Kichi bowed and went back the way she came, leaving Sokka to decide: big scary door or big scary labyrinth back? Confident in his ability to handle whatever was behind the door versus his ability to handle going hungry lost in the Royal Palace, he chose the door. Waltzing down the hall he used both hands to swing the rather heavy door open. Inside, the warrior discovered a lavish room that smelled of spices and coal.

“Sokka. I’m glad you could make it,” greeted a voice—the Fire Lord. He stepped around a large papyrus screen in the middle of the room.

“Zuko, what… am I doing here?” asked the Water Tribesman, growing nervous and a little sweaty. Either the room was hot, or his warrior sense was tingling. Despite the couple years that’d passed since the end of Sozin’s War, he still felt a little nervous standing unarmed in a hidden chamber with the man who was once his worst enemy.

And then it got a little more worrisome. A second person appeared around the edge of the screen—the Fire Lady. She regarded him for a moment, and then said in her usual cool tone, “We invited you, didn’t we?”

“You said there were important political matters to attend to,” protested Sokka. Great. Two people who’d expended large amounts of time and energy trying to kill him in the past. “If you’re gonna kill me, I don’t think that’ll really go over well for politics.”

Zuko didn’t look amused. “What exactly did the letter say, Sokka?”

Noting that his old friend hadn’t quite confirmed there was no murder planned for the evening, Sokka pulled the letter from his pocket and read out loud, “Your presence is requested for an evening with the Royal Family on matters of international relations.” He looked up at them, one eyebrow raised.

“You really are slow on the uptake,” sighed Mai, glancing away with her trademark bored expression. “Just tell him, Zuko.”

The Fire Lord pushed back the screen, revealing a huge four-post bed draped in fine red silk. He stood close to his wife, the two of them together like a beautiful painting—the flowing clothes, the perfect hair and flawless skin. “Sokka, Mai and I have taken an interest in resolving a certain… tension between the Fire Nation and the Southern Water Tribe… We would like to invite you into our bed for the night.”

Sokka’s jaw dropped, his gut turning over. “Wait… you w-w-want me to…”

Mai sighed again, raising a slender hand to interrupt him. “Please stop stammering. Would you like some dinner before you decide?” Sokka’s stomach growled loudly. “I’ll take that as a yes.” She waved her hand towards a table at the back of the room.

“Oh… spirits,” hissed Sokka, gripping his midsection. The table was covered, corner-to-corner, in the most delicious-looking Fire Nation food Sokka had ever laid eyes on. Moo-sow dumplings, komodo chicken soup, and… “Is that… teriyaki turkey-duck?”

“Have at it.”

Sokka practically dove into the table—he hadn’t eaten the entire zeppelin ride to Caldera, and quite honestly it was a good excuse to take some time to think about what had just been offered. Mai and Zuko were good looking that was for sure, and he’d admittedly daydreamed about the Fire Lady more than once before, but… He glanced at the bed as he slurped soup, then at the Royals—and nearly choked. Mai had removed her kimono and was standing at the head of the table in nothing but her breast wraps and underskirt. She’d let her hair down, and it hung nearly to her waist, silken and pure black. And to his utter horror, he felt a little twinge in the front of his pants. He gulped and instinctively looked for Zuko, who was standing—still fully clothed—near the screen.

“It takes a great man to stand among benders and keep his sense of self-worth,” said Mai, slowly walking towards him. “And all the great women of the Four Nations want a piece of you. Can’t say that I blame them.” She stopped just inches away and slipped one hand under the table, fingers gripping lightly at the bulge in his pants. “There has to be a reason for all that confidence.”

Jolted by the touch, Sokka leapt to his feet, chair toppling backwards. “I’m just… not sure…”

Zuko interjected, “What we do in these Chambers never leaves here.”

Sokka stared at the two for a long while, jaw clenching and unclenching. He wasn’t entirely convinced this was a good plan, but he was full of good food and could feel blood rushing to his groin. Hesitantly, he nodded.

Wasting no time, Mai closed the distance between them and pushed his vest from his shoulders, her slender hands passing slowly over his muscular chest and back before dipping down to his pants. Meanwhile, Zuko moved to a nearby couch, lounging on one elbow and watching with slitted eyes as his wife practically ripped Sokka’s pants down.

“Impressive,” commented Mai evenly, but her eyebrows were raised slightly. He was certainly bigger than she’d expected, and seemed to have no love lost for trimming the curly brown hairs she found. Brushing her fingernails over his hardening cock, it straightened up a bit, and she gave the Water tribesman a small grin before wrapping her soft fingers around the shaft and beginning a slowly pump her fist up and down.

Sokka leaned into the touch, his initial doubts melting away. Her hand was so soft—the skin of a true noble, someone who’d spent a lifetime with hands folded into silken robes instead of hunting in forests or plowing fields. It was wonderful, bringing him quickly from hardening to throbbing, barely able to contain the urge to push his hips towards her. His pleasure, however, was rudely interrupted by the sudden disappearance of her touch, and his eyes opened.

Still with the tiniest of wicked grins, Mai stood and produced a knife from her underskirt, deftly cutting open the front of her breast bindings.

“Oh… spirits,” squeaked Sokka, head bobbing with her perfect, round breasts—which were bigger than he expected, curving just outside the width of her ribcage. His eyes dipped down as she slipped out of her underskirt, revealing a perfectly trimmed black patch of hair. She was also softer than he’d imagined, curvier—perhaps a misconception due to her attraction to sharp things. He gulped, noticing that there was a holster for the aforementioned sharp things attached to her upper thigh.

“Pick the chair up,” she commanded, unfeeling. He complied immediately, nearly tripping over his own feet. “Sit.” He practically collapsed into the chair, knees thankful to be off the hook. Mai knelt on the cool marble before him and, without ceremony, wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. The Water tribesman exhaled long and slow, white-hot pleasure shooting through his body. Her mouth was warm and wet, and he barely blinked as he watched her soft lips slide up and down the skin while her hand started pumping him again. It was here—and he didn’t know why, but told himself it was guilt—that he glanced over at Zuko as discreetly as he could. The Fire Lord had undone his robe and had one hand wrapped around his shaft, rhythmically stroking himself as his golden eyes watched the other two intently.

Mai grazed her teeth against Sokka’s skin to get his attention back, bringing up a hand and giving his balls a slight squeeze. She could comfortably fit a little less than half of him in her mouth and sucked firmly with each slow draw, steadily building the pressure in his groin After awhile she felt his fingers slip into her hair, a gentle pressure urging her down—she relented almost immediately, pushing him into the back of her throat.

Sokka’s eyes practically bugged out of his head as she pulled back again. A string of that thick, sticky saliva from the back of her throat connected the head of his cock to her lips, and she was panting ever so slightly, breasts heaving. He reached down and grabbed a hard, dark nipple between two fingers, smiling when Mai’s face flashed with honest surprise for a split second. Suddenly Zuko appeared in Sokka’s periphery, sans robe. He peered down at them as Mai started palming Sokka’s cock again, her eyes never leaving his face. The Fire Lord said coolly, “Doesn’t her mouth feel good?”

“Yeahhh,” replied Sokka, admittedly not paying attention to the other man.

“Do you want to come in her mouth?”

The Water tribesman moaned, his dick twitching just thinking about it.

“If you want to come in her mouth, you’ll have to ask her if it’s okay.”

That got his attention. Sokka finally tore his eyes away from the beauty jerking him off to look at Zuko, whose own dick was slick and shining with pre-cum, poking up and out of his hakama. He wasn’t quite sure how to react.

“Trust me. You want to.”

Sokka looked back down at Mai, brows furrowed. He was going to have to make a decision quickly—there was a familiar tingle developing his balls, his body beginning to tense in response to her firm stroking. “Mai… would you… let me… come… in your mouth?”

She grinned wickedly in response, then parted her lips and took him in—all of him, right to the base, making him nearly double over. His toes curled and he wrapped both hands in her silky black hair, using every ounce of control to stop himself from slamming his hips against her face. Her throat was hot and tight and as she began to move, expertly sliding the sensitive head in and out.

Then suddenly Sokka was aware of movement, and he opened his eyes to see Zuko had settled himself behind his wife, wrapped an arm around her hips. Before the Water tribesman had a chance to react, he found himself sharing a woman with the Fire Lord. Mai moaned as Zuko thrust himself into her wet folds, the vibrations sending bolts of pleasure through Sokka’s legs. He grunted as the motion of Zuko’s hips slightly bounced Mai against him, knew he couldn’t take much more. Tangling his fingers in her hair he drove himself into her mouth in earnest, hips pistoning until he felt that tingle, and he pulled all the way out for a few seconds before shoving back in, as far as it would go, and came. Mai’s throat quivered around his cock, and he knew she might gag, but he kept her head firmly in place, knees shaking as she swallowed. When he was done he slipped out, his quickly-softening dick flopping unceremoniously against his thigh.

If his roughness had been unpleasant, Mai made no indication. Sokka watched in a post-orgasmic daze as Mai’s head bobbed over his lap, tiny mewling sounds escaping her throat. Then Zuko pulled her upright, leaning back against the table and bouncing her on his lap like a rag doll—giving Sokka a front row seat. The Water tribesman leaned forward, mesmerized, barely taking the time to blink as he watched Zuko’s cock slide in and out of Mai’s pussy. Aside from a few peeping escapades as a kid and the horrendous time he walked in on Katara and Aang, he’d never watched other people having sex before. He could feel himself hardening again, his breath quickening as he stared at the juices coating Zuko’s dick and balls. Mai was still making those small sounds, her breasts bouncing and swaying in rhythm. Supporting her weight with one arm, Zuko reached around with the other and used two fingers to spread her open just a bit more, just enough to give Sokka a better view of each stroke.

“Ahh… Zuko!” Mai’s volume finally peaked, her hands gripping the table for support. Sokka nearly shot again just watching as a flood of juices visibly dribbled down Zuko’s shaft.

The Fire Lord was watching his friend with a wicked grin as his wife slumped against his chest, panting heavily. Wrapping his hands around the underside of her knees, he lifted her ever so slightly, just enough for his wet cock to slip out. After a moment his hot cum leaked out of her, dripping slowly onto his dick and making the Water tribesman groan softly.

“You’re lucky, Sokka,” breathed the Firebender, still holding his wife up. “Tonight, you can come inside her too if you want.”

Sokka closed his eyes to avoid squirting right there. After taking a moment to compose himself, he stood. No more questions, no more hesitation. He was game.

Zuko flipped his wife so she was leaning over the table. She had regained her bearings by now and shot Sokka a sultry look over her shoulder, pushing her hips out like a cat presenting herself. “Would you like to come inside me, Sokka?”

“Yes.”

“Even though Zuko’s already in me?”

Sokka gave a frustrated growl and decided against an answer, instead striding forward and shoving himself straight into her swollen folds, right up to the hilt. She was impossibly wet, his balls already coated, and tight. Leaning forward, he put both hands on her shoulders and began to thrust, slow and steady, not sure if he could last long enough to keep from embarrassing himself. He hit bottom with each stroke then pulled out to the very tip, relishing in the feel of her slick center. Despite his caution, however, he could feel that tickle building, the red flags going up all over his body. No, no, no… And then, something that was distracting enough to pull him back from the edge—a creak on the table, and he opened his eyes to find Zuko’s pale erection right in his face. He froze mid-thrust, so taken aback he even softened a little.

“What’s wrong?” asked Mai in a teasing voice. “I thought you and Zuko get along so well… You make such a great team…”

Zuko stared straight into Sokka’s eyes, face blank. He was standing on the table over his wife, the missing leg in a human triangle, and his erection was just inches from Sokka’s face.

“I don’t…” He was cut off when Mai clenched her pussy around him. His mouth dropped open in a low moan.

“That’s isn’t so difficult, it it?” Mai continued to taunt him. “I think you enjoyed my mouth around your cock. Why don’t you return the favor?”

Sokka looked back up into the Fire Lord’s face. His cock had hardened again, throbbing slighty. Zuko’s dick was still slick with Mai’s juices, and the scent was hypnotizing. Maybe… just a taste… he leaned forward and flicked his tongue over the pink head. The groan this elicited from the Fire Lord was almost surreal, but Sokka couldn’t say he wasn’t intrigued. He smirked, suddenly realizing how jealous Katara would be if she ever found out. That gave him a tiny burst of confidence, and he relented, taking the head of Zuko’s erection into his mouth.

“Aw, fuck,” hissed the Fire Lord, leaning forward.

The Water tribesman began to push into Mai again while simultaneously sucking Zuko’s dick. The two sensations together was unlike anything he’d felt before, and his erection was so hard it almost pained him. Zuko’s cock was almost uncomfortably hot in his mouth, and he found he could only take the head and a little bit more in. How did the girls do this? Mai, noticing his struggle, pushed back against him until he stopped thrusting. Then she began to pleasure herself on his cock, bouncing her ass against his hips and muttering under her breath between stifled moans. Despite how distractingly good it felt, Sokka was able to focus a bit more on Zuko’s cock, lifting a hand to wrap his fingers around the base and stroke as he sucked, trying to emulate the things Mai had been doing just minutes before.

“Ffffffuck, Sokka,” whispered Zuko, placing his hands on top of the other man’s head. The Water tribesman swallowed and felt a twinge of satisfaction when Zuko’s fingers gripped his hair tighter. He pushed himself to the limit with each downward motion, finding it was easier to take a little more in with each approach. Meanwhile, he could barely remain standing as Mai ground against his hips. He wouldn’t last much longer.

With one hand on Zuko’s ass, Sokka brought the other one up and cupped his balls, massaging firmly. The Fire Lord arched slightly, eyes clenched shut, and breathed, “Sokka, I…”

Seeing where this was going, Sokka pulled back and wrapped his lips tightly around the head, sucking hard. Zuko groaned and exploded into the younger man’s mouth, nearly doubling over at the unexpected suction. Sokka nearly blanched at the taste, suddenly finding a newfound respect for women, but the sudden rush of sticky cum down his throat and the noises Zuko was making sent him over the edge. The Fire Lord slid out of his mouth and he looked down, groaning as Mai’s hips slammed against him just in time to shoot deep inside her, his entire body humming with pleasure and exhaustion.

When he was done he fell away, crashing onto the marble floor. His chest heaved, a sheen of sweat covering his body. And to his secret delight, Mai and Zuko also appeared a bit haggard, if not dreamily satisfied. The Fire Lord cautiously got down from the table and leaned over his wife, peppering small kisses down her back and whispering in her ear. Eventually she nodded, and he picked up her up like a baby doll, planting a soft kiss on her forehead as her arms wrapped around his neck. Despite what had just transpired, Sokka felt a little uncomfortable watching the intimate moment. Zuko carried her to the large bed and set her down in the middle, where she threw herself over and sprawled with a stretch, the perfect daughter of a noble. After pulling the covers over her naked form, Zuko walked back over to his friend.

“I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, Sokka, but if you’ll get dressed I can take you to your room.”

Sokka smirked. “So I’m not even going to make it into the bed?”

“I’d say things turned out fine.” That characteristic grin again.

Nodding, the Water tribesman took to the task of redressing himself as the Fire Lord pulled on his robe. They exited quietly and wound their way back through the Palace in silence. Sokka couldn’t help but mull over the evening’s… events... as they walked paced through the halls. It had all happened—and ended—so fast, an odd juxtaposition for the Fire Nation, which had a ceremony for almost everything. But then again, that was actually a characteristic of Mai and Zuko in battle—quick, decisive.

When they arrived a Sokka’s guest chamber, Zuko turned to face him and bowed slightly. “You can stay here for the night. Please let Kichi know when you’d like to leave.”

Sokka nodded, a little taken back by his friend’s sudden curtness. “O…kay.”

“Anything else?”

Sokka scratched the back of his head for a moment, pondering. “I do have a couple questions.”

“Alright.”

“First: Was it your idea or Mai’s to invite me?”

Zuko almost looked sheepish for a moment. “It was my idea.”

“Mm-hmm. And… why was I… y’know… allowed to… inside? Aren’t you… worried?”

“Actually, Mai is pregnant already. We just found out.”

“Oh. Well. Congratulations.”

The Fire Lord clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Good night. Get some rest.”

Sokka felt a little lump in his throat as he watched his old friend walk away, and in a flash impulse went after him. Sensing his approach, the Fire Lord turned and Sokka pressed their lips together, wrapping a hand into Zuko’s jet-black hair. The Firebender allowed himself just a moment’s hesitation before melting into the kiss, wrapping an arm around Sokka’s waist and slamming him into a nearby wall.

The Water tribesman smirked when Zuko exhaled the tiniest of moans, and bit his bottom lip gently. The Fire Lord’s mouth was unexpectedly warm when it opened to allow him entrance, and he couldn’t help but sigh when their tongues met. If there really was any tension between Fire and Water that to be resolved, Sokka felt it melting away, a knot of want he hadn’t even known was there loosening. And then he felt something else reacting in his body (again) and pulled away, panting, and stared into Zuko’s golden eyes. “You got what you wanted, and I got what I wanted,” he said simply, then moved back towards the room.

Zuko’s eyes followed him for a moment, but he said nothing before turning and stalking away. As the Fire Lord disappeared into the darkness, Sokka closed the door and turned to the bed. Collapsing into the soft covers, he fell fast asleep, head swimming with dreams of how he might propose a similar night to Suki…
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