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Three dark shadows slink along the wall of the Fire Lord’s chambers, each of them sure in their role. They may not come out of this as free men, even if they survive, but they’re okay with that. For the Fire Nation. Having already incapacitated the incompetent guards afront his chambers and ensuring his ambassador—the only other member of his board—was unknowingly barricaded in the library, two of the assassins take their place by the door, while one approaches the ‘Fire Lord’.
Five years since the true Fire Lord had been stripped of his rightful title, since the princess — the rightful heir — had been sent to ‘therapy’, hidden away from the light of the nation. Since this embarrassment had taken the throne. Some people hoped as he matured, he’d grow into his role, and some people were content with how he is now. But the lead assassin’s insides churn with contempt and flat out disgust as he glances over the young man’s face, sleeping on his right side and his scar showing to the world. We’re going to finish what your father started. We’re going to make the real Fire Lord proud. He reaches forward with careful fingers, trying to avoid waking the traitor, and spreads some of the pollen beneath his nose.
He won’t be able to burn this poison out, not like those of previous attempts. If it was made right, it should disable his bending, then lead to a slow, painful death. Once the assassin is certain the pollen has been inhaled, he steps away with a self satisfied grunt. “Long live the Fire Lord,” he whispers, his voice dripping with malice and sarcasm.
“ Dude, shut up, he’s supposed to have killer hearing.”
“Oh, calm down. He’s still — ” The assassin turns back to motion at his sleeping form, only to meet one slitted, cloudy amber eye. There’s a tense moment of silence, before the young man leaps out of his bed with a wordless shout, a lick of flame shooting from his mouth.
“How is he still bending?”
One of the assassins guarding the door falls into a defensive position, throwing off a fast paced volley of fireballs. The traitor ducks and weaves between them, focusing all his attacks on the closest assassin.
“I don’t know! Was it mixed wrong?” The other one makes a move towards Zuko, but is sucked back by a gust of wind. “Shit!” He whips around, meeting the burning gaze of a young man with blue arrows.
“I thought the Avatar wasn’t supposed— !”
With another gust of wind, the grunt is thrown against one of the towering walls, hitting it with a thud! and a groan. Aang crosses the room quickly, to where Zuko’s now driving back the other two assassins, his kicks and punches coming in quick enough succession that they don’t have time to regroup and counter attack, but Aang can see him slowing down, even swaying on his feet, a contrast to his usually high endurance.
Instead of dwelling on it, Aang shoots forward, taking up residency on Zuko’s blind side and helping to drive the last of the two intruders back. Once they’re backed into a corner, Zuko kicks a strong foot out, knocking the leader to the ground. The grunt preps a counter attack, but it’s quickly extinguished by Aang, who hits him with another gust of wind to push him further into the corner. Zuko towers over the leader, staring down at him coolly, a foot resting on his wrist.
“What—” Zuko cuts off with a cough, gasping for breath. “ What did you do to me? ” The leader scowls up at Zuko, hatred dancing in his eyes.
“Fuck you,” he spits, wincing as Zuko digs his foot harder against his wrist.
“What were you planning on getting out of this? Every single time I’ve been poisoned, I’ve burnt it out.” Zuko shakes his head, his mouth twisting up in disgust. “If you’re going to try to assassinate me, at least do your homework. You didn’t even know Aang was here, for Agni’s sake.”
“Maybe don’t give them tips on how to assassinate you?” Aang suggests, shooting Zuko a look from the corner of his eye.
“Embarrassments. Every single one of them.” Zuko breathes out slowly; Aang can see he’s struggling to stay upright, even stumbling on his feet. “Aang, did you alert anyone before you came?”
“Uh- Yeah! Katara’s grabbing the royal guard now.”
“Good.” He stops again, reaching out blindly with one of his hands, his vision blurring beyond any recognition. All he can make out is shapes. Out of the corner of his eye, he can make out Aang reaching an arm out, offering a steady body to lean on.
“Maybe you should sit down?”
“No.” Zuko meets the lead assassin’s triumphant gaze. “They don’t get that satisfaction. They don’t get to think they’ve won.” Aang purses his lips, but remains silent as Zuko leans heavily against him, only slightly uncomfortable as Zuko’s skin heats up, his body already starting to burn out the poison. Zuko glances below him as a soft snort sounds draws their attention, cold humor dancing in the assassin’s eyes.
“This poison isn’t made to be burned out.”
“This poison was also likely made to disable my bending. That obviously didn’t happen.” Zuko tilts his head, his long hair cascading over his shoulders. “You failed. You’re going to prison. You’ll rot right next to my father. Give it up.”
There’s quiet shuffling in the doorway, and a stream of guards roll in. As they secure the room— A bit too late, Zuko thinks bitterly—he and Aang fall back, Zuko’s legs giving out as they collapse on his bed.
“Zuko?” Aang speaks softly, concern dancing in his gaze, the guards clearing out the room of the assassins. “Are you… are you okay?”
“Uh-” Zuko’s voice chokes out, his cheeks flushing red. “Aang,” he speaks softly, fighting to keep his voice steady. “I… I need you to handle something, and I need you to keep it discreet.”
“Do you need Katara?”
“ No!” Zuko shifts, his gaze fixed on the wall. “Get Sokka-- please. ”
“But you were poisoned?”
“They got the mixture wrong,” Zuko answers through clenched teeth, his cheeks turning impossibly more red. “There’s only one way to really deal with this mixture.”
“What mixture?” Aang tilts his head, reaching over to rest a hand on his shoulder. Zuko bites his tongue and fights to stay out of his reach, pulling a blanket over his lap. “Zuko?”
“It’s… Don’t make me say it, Aang.”
“I can’t trust you to be okay if I don’t know what it is.” Zuko lets out a quiet groan, doubling over to hide his face in his hands.
“...sex pollen,” Zuko mumbles. Aang chokes on his own breath, his voice breaking.
“Why would you tell me that?”
“You made me!”
“So you’re—”
“Don’t ask.”
“Wait, you and Sokka? Are together? ”
“...Yeah.”
“I—”
“If you don’t get out I’m going to light myself on fire.” Zuko can’t bring himself to look at the young bender, his body overriding in shame.
“Okay… Sokka. Go get Sokka.” Aang shoots to his feet, starting towards the door. He stops as further realization dawns on him. “Wait, so you can—”
“ Go!” Aang gags to himself, darting out of his chambers.
“Ew, ew, ew, ew,” he’s muttering to himself as he - quite literally - runs in to Katara.
“Sweetie! Is Zuko okay?”
“Yeah, he just needs Sokka, he was…” Aang clears his throat, his cheeks tinged red. “He was poisoned.”
“Why is he calling for Sokka? I’m the healer.”
“Katara, please don’t ask.”
“But-”
“Trust me, he needs Sokka. He needs a… different strain of healing,” Aang settles, meeting Katara’s gaze.
“Different strain…?”
“He needs…” Aang stops, his hands dancing through the air. “ Sexual healing. ” Katara blanches, her eyes widening.
“I need a minute to…” She turns away from Aang, looking ill. “So… it was sex pollen?”
“Yes.”
“And he needs… sexual help?”
“Yes.”
“And he… asked for Sokka? ” She glances at himAang kicks the ground. “Oh spirits. Aang!” She shoots him a half hearted glare. “I don’t want to think about my brother —”
“You wouldn’t stop asking! I didn’t want to lie to you, sweetie!” Katara gags, shaking her head.
“I guess, yeah, he’s 20 so I knew, but I didn’t want to think about it .”
“Well I’m the one running a booty call for the Fire Lord!” Aang answers, his voice raising a few octaves.
“...I think we’re suffering equally.”
“I agree. Let me finish this so I can bleach my mind. Of everything. Ever. ” Katara nods, stepping aside so Aang can continue his frantic dash down the hall. As he approaches the library, he hears thudding footsteps coming in his direction, and he slows down as Sokka comes into view. “Sokka! Zuko was—”
“I know, I just heard. They barricaded me in the library.”
“Okay, he—”
“Is he alright?” Sokka’s frazzled, and if Aang didn’t know, he’d chalk it up to an overly worried best friend. But the deep fear gleaming in Sokka’s eyes takes on a whole new meaning, and Aang reaches out a comforting hand to place on Sokka’s bicep.
“He’s okay.” Sokka lets out a monumental sigh of relief, the tension in his muscles seeping out. “He asked for you.” Aang shifts uncomfortably, staring off to the side. “Uh… he was drugged—”
“Drugged? Is Katara with him?”
“No, not exactly.”
“Why the hell not? Is that dumbass refusing treatment?”
“No, actually… there’s nothing Katara can do to help…?” Aang can’t make eye contact, choosing to stare at a wall behind Sokka instead. “It’s… a different type of drug, one that can only be helped… physically ?” He shifts a bit, hoping Sokka understands. He glances at Sokka’s blank, questioning face. Of course. “Uh… like… when two adults like each other very much—”
“Are you giving me the birds and the bees talk?”
“...Yes?”
“I’m older than you, kiddo. Besides, what does this have to do with- oh. ” Understanding dawns over Sokka’s face, and his cheeks flush almost as deep as Zuko’s had. “Uh… so you know?”
“Yeah.”
“Did you… tell anyone?”
“‘Tara. Otherwise she would’ve stormed in there herself.”
“Well… surprise?” Sokka raises his shoulders in a shrug, raising an eyebrow. “So, he sent you for me?”
“Yeah, it’s definitely not what I thought I’d be doing as the Avatar, but,” he shrugs, “Whatever I can do to help my friends. But, for the record? I’m disgusted. I don’t want to know about anything, ever again, you understand?” Sokka lets out a snort, shaking his head.
“Trust me, I didn’t want you to know either.” Aang walks off, shooting a light hearted glare behind him, watching as Sokka rushes in the direction of Zuko’s chambers. His boyfriend’s chambers.
The blood pounds in Sokka’s ears as he briskly makes his way to Zuko’s quarters, his mind running haywire with what he might see when he gets there. They had been seeing each other privately for about six months now, both choosing to keep it quiet for now. Sokka’s not quite sure what they are, what they’re going to be someday, if they’re ever gonna go further with their relationship. But he’s okay with that, right now. Because he’s happy, and more importantly, he’s making Zuko happy.
Sokka’s just praying to whatever spirits are listening that Zuko’s okay.
He nods at the fresh guards stationed outside Zuko’s room, stopping to speak with them quietly. “I’m gonna stay with Zuko tonight. I’ll call you if we need you.”
“Ambassador Sokka, there was just an attempt on his life.”
“Yeah, and you guys didn’t manage to stop that either. I assure you, he’ll be fine for tonight.” Sokka glances over them. “We’ll figure out something with the guard tomorrow. Go check the rest of the palace, then set up patrols around the palace and the perimeter.” The guards glance at each other, but nod anyway, setting off. Sokka looks up at the imposing doors, knocking on the wood.
“St-stay out!” Zuko’s voice, strained and breathy, sounds from the other side of the door.
“It’s me,” Sokka calls in response, opening the door a crack and getting met with a wall of hot air. “Shit, dude, you trying to boil yourself alive?” He slides in the uncomfortably hot room, closing and locking the door behind him.
“My body… it’s trying to burn out the pollen.” A quiet groan falls from Zuko’s lips, and Sokka finally turns to glance at him, his jaw almost literally falling open. Zuko’s sprawled out on his bed, his robes hastily half opened, his skin drenched in sweat. His legs are thrown open, giving Sokka an astounding view as his fist slowly works its way up his cock—red, angry, and demanding attention. Sokka’s gaze trails up Zuko’s body, trailing over his pink flushed chest, his bit up lips, finally stopping on his hooded golden eyes, half closed and meeting Sokka’s blue one’s levelly. Zuko drops his head back, a soft sigh falling through his lips. “Sokka. Help. ”
Sokka slowly picks his way across the room, the heat emanating from Zuko’s body becoming borderline unbearable the closer he gets to the Fire Lord. “Uh… Zukes? Sunshine?” Zuko blinks at him through hooded eyes. “You want me to help you out, right hun?”
Zuko lets out a pitiful whine, a sound that goes straight to Sokka’s dick, and nods his head rapidly.
“I need you to cool down, okay?”
Zuko’s hips roll, his muscles trembling from the tension he’s undoubtedly carrying through his body.
“Sweetheart, listen to me.” The pet name recaptures Zuko’s attention; he looks back at Sokka. “I can’t help you when you’re too hot to touch. You need to get your temperature under control.”
Zuko takes in a deep, shuddering breath, as Sokka braces himself against the heat and pushes forward to sit opposite on the bed from him. After a few ragged breaths in and out, Zuko finally lets out a sigh, a long string of fire falling from his mouth and the room finally cools down a couple degrees. Sokka’s eyes widen, gulping, before he rolls onto his hands and knees and crawls up the bed, closing the distance between him and Zuko. “I ever tell you how hot that is?”
“You could… stand to mention it a bit more.” Zuko lets go of his cock, sliding his hands up Sokka’s back instead and pulling him into a desperate, messy kiss. Their teeth clash and knock against each other, and Zuko wastes no time sliding his tongue into Sokka’s mouth, a soft groan falling from his mouth at the physical contact. After a few moments, Sokka pulls away, ignoring the whine that follows from Zuko.
“Zuko…” his voice is husky and rough from arousal, but he cups Zuko’s jaw, pulling his gaze to him. “Zuko, you’re not in a great headspace. I need you to verbally tell me you’re okay with this.”
“Sokka,” Zuko whines again, arching his back in an attempt for some sort of friction. “ Please. ”
“Please what?”
“Please, Sokka, I need you, Agni, I need you so bad. Please, fuck me.” Sokka’s mouth goes dry. I might be into begging. He tucks that away for later, focusing now on pressing a soft kiss to Zuko’s lips again, his free hand dragging down Zuko’s chest, rubbing the rough pad of his thumb over Zuko’s nipple.
Zuko lets out a soft sigh, his dull nails digging into Sokka’s shoulders. Sokka pulls in a breath through his teeth, pulling away from Zuko’s mouth again and moving to the corner of his mouth. He trails wet, smouldering kisses along his jaw to the soft spot beneath his ear, nibbling at the delicate skin softly.
A gasp falls from beneath him, and suddenly Zuko pushes him to the side, rolling on top.
Zuko tosses his royal red robe to the side, bracing his hands on Sokka’s shoulders as he adjusts to straddle Sokka’s clothed thigh, rolling his hips and letting out a soft, satisfied sigh as his cock rubs against the soft silk of Sokka’s pants. Sokka rests his hands on Zuko’s bare hips, the corner of his mouth quirking up as he adjusts to get a better view. “Havin fun?” A soft moan answers him.
Sokka reaches up with a free hand, tucking a loose strand of hair behind Zuko’s ear. “Look at that,” Sokka starts, his voice filled with awe. “My pretty baby, working himself up. Shit, Zuko, you look so good.”
Another whine falls from Zuko’s lips, his nails digging into Sokka’s skin again.
“That pretty little cock rubbing against my leg must feel so good, huh?”
A soft grunt reaches his ears and Zuko’s eyes squeeze shut,a blush settling across his cheeks. “Sokka, please…” Sokka chooses that moment to rock his hips up against Zuko, who lets out a quiet hiss. “ Sokka .”
“Use your words, pretty baby.” Zuko’s head drops down, his eyes finally opening and coming to meet Sokka’s gaze.
“If you don’t—” He cuts himself off with a breathy sigh, his hips stuttering. “If you don’t do something within the next five seconds, I’m replacing you with my fingers.” Sokka lets out a quiet laugh, shifting slightly to pull his tunic off. Zuko immediately leans forward, biting at Sokka’s collarbones, nibbling his way up to Sokka’s neck. Sokka’s chest rumbles beneath Zuko, offering an appreciative hum.
“Where’s your oil, baby?” Zuko rolls off of Sokka’s lap, motioning towards his nightstand. Sokka pulls himself out of bed, digging through the drawers and withdrawing the familiar, half empty vial. He takes a second to kick his pants off, snorting when he notices the small wet spot from Zuko’s precum, before rejoining the older man in bed. Zuko’s got a loose fist wrapped around his cock, lazily stroking himself as Sokka clambers back in bed, greeting him with a sweet kiss.
Sokka pulls away slowly, kissing his way down Zuko’s lithe torso, pausing over his nipples. He gives one a quick swipe of his tongue, rolling the other bud between his thumb and forefinger, pulling a soft gasp from Zuko’s swollen lips. Shit. Sokka glances up at him — Zuko’s mouth dropped open, his eyes unfocused and hazy, fixed on some point Sokka will never be able to see. He already looks so fucked out. He continues working his way down Zuko’s chest, littering him with kisses, sharp nibbles, and soothing licks, until he finally reaches Zuko’s happy trail.
Sokka trails soft fingers along Zuko’s inner thigh, relishing in the soft shiver it draws from him. He can feel Zuko’s cock give an interested twitch as Sokka’s hand gets closer, hovering just a hair away from making contact, before he pulls away again, going back to kneading his hands into Zuko’s thighs. “ Sokka,” Zuko whines, dropping a hand to reach for himself again, only to be caught by the wrist and pushed away.
“Hands off.”
Zuko huffs, fighting to free his wrist and pulling at Sokka’s wolf-tail, pulling the hair band out and humming as Sokka’s hair cascades down, hiding his face from Zuko. Zuko slides a hand into Sokka’s hair, the silky smooth strands familiar between his fingers. Sokka nips at the delicate skin covering Zuko’s thighs, making him let out a soft squeak, his fingers tightening into a fist and tugging at Sokka’s hair. Sokka lets out a quiet groan, spitting on his palm and finally wrapping his hand around Zuko, giving his cock a few quick pumps.
He leans forward, flicking his tongue over Zuko’s slit, gathering a few drops of bittersweet precum on the tip of his tongue, then he goes over it again with a broad tongue. Zuko rolls his hips, his grip on Sokka’s hair tightening slightly. Sokka lowers his face, placing a strong lick from the base all the way to the tip before pulling the head of Zuko’s cock into his mouth. Zuko let out a strangled groan, his freehand coming up to slap over his mouth. Sokka pulls his mouth off of Zuko, squinting up at him.
“No no, none of that.” Zuko shoots Sokka a hazy, questioning glance. “I wanna hear you.”
“Sokka,” Zuko breathes out, his eyes slipping shut.
“That’s better, sweetheart.” Zuko rolls his hips again, using his grip in Sokka’s hair to push his face towards his cock again.
“Please.”
Sokka wastes no time this go around, suckling Zuko’s head into his mouth, twirling his tongue around his head and popping off for a second to press another broad stripe over his slit, sinking over him once more. Zuko forces his hips to remain on the bed, fighting the urge to chase the warmth of Sokka’s mouth, though his foggy mind is screaming at him to jackhammer up into the wet heat. Instead he tugs at Sokka’s hair again, pulling a groan from him that vibrates perfectly through Zuko’s body, lighting his nerves on fire.
Sokka sinks lower, pulling his tongue along the vein running on the underside of Zuko’s cock. He pulls back slowly, sucking in a deep breath before enveloping Zuko one more time, opening his throat and slowly sinking his way down until the head of Zuko’s cock nudges against his throat andSokka’s nose is buried against Zuko’s pubic bone. Zuko lets out a wild groan, finally giving into his instincts and rolling his hips up, a wave of pleasure curling his toes as Sokka’s throat tightens around him, a fresh wave of saliva coating Zuko’s cock as Sokka gags around his movement, fighting to keep his head where it is.
Zuko glances down, taking in all of the glorious sight that is Sokka. He’s holding eye contact with Zuko, watery eyes gazing up through thick eyelashes, his cheeks flushed and hair wild from Zuko’s tousling. His mouth is stretched around Zuko, easily accommodating him as he works his way in and out with short, shallow thrusts. Sokka lets out a soft hum, and the vibrations are enough to tip Zuko over the edge. The only warning he's able to give is a choked “Sokka,” before the Fire Lord’s back is arching, the heat in his stomach bursting forth in an overwhelming wave of pleasure, his thighs tightening around Sokka’s head. Sokka keeps working his mouth over Zuko, letting him ride out his orgasm.
When he finally collapses on the bed beneath him, Zuko lets out a shuddering sigh, his muscles melting into the soft sheets below him. Sokka pulls off below him with a pop , taking a second to catch his breath before speaking softly. “Zukes?”
“Yeah?”
“You… you came dry.” Zuko glances down to where his cock is still standing at attention, leaking precum and flushed a furious red.
“ Shit, ” Zuko breathes out, blinking away frustrated tears. “I still- I’m still…”
“You’re still… worked up? ” Sokka questions, frowning at Zuko’s nod. “You must still be feeling the effects of the pollen. I’m afraid the only way to handle this is to ride it out.” Zuko’s eyes slide shut, his cheeks flushing red.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize, sweetheart.” Sokka shifts up, pressing a gentle kiss against the border between Zuko’s scar and his healthy skin. Zuko blinks up at him slowly, shooting a soft smile at him, the one reserved for Sokka’s eyes only. The one that says I trust you. Sokka can feel the smile on his own face growing impossibly wider, and he leans down to press a gentle kiss to the corner of Zuko’s mouth.
“Sokka?”
“Yeah?”
“I… I think I love you.” Sokka’s heart stills in his chest, the smile sliding off of his face. Sometimes he hears something so wonderful, so amazing, he can’t help but assume he made it up. But no, Zuko’s right in front of him, twisting his fingers anxiously. “Sokka?” He can basically feel the panic radiating off of Zuko, and Sokka surges forward to press a sweet kiss to Zuko’s lips, pouring everything he can, everything he is, into it. When he finally pulls away, he speaks quietly.
“Zukes?”
“Yeah?”
“I know I love you.” Sokka can feel the fluttering in his stomach, the warmth in his chest, the way he might literally melt under Zuko’s affectionate gaze. He reaches forward to tuck a strand of hair behind Zuko’s ear. Zuko blinks a few times, his cheeks flushing a different shade of pink.
“I’m gonna… slip back into whatever that mindspace was.”
“The drugged state?”
“Yeah… but… I appreciate you. So much.”
“Are you thanking me for having sex with you?”
“...Yes?” Sokka lets out a snort, reaching up to poke at Zuko’s cheek.
“No problem, buddy.” Zuko squints at him.
“You’re an idiot.”
“Yeah, but you love me,” Sokka teases, leaning in for another gentle kiss. After a couple moments, it morphs into something more desperate, something clawing, biting, and pulling. Zuko ruts up against Sokka’s hip, chasing the sturdy friction his body offers, needy, breathy whines starting up. “That was quick,” Sokka comments, rolling his hips to meet Zuko’s desperate thrusts. Zuko balls the sheets in his fists below him, a low groan sounding. Sokka leans in for a rough kiss, greedily swallowing the sounds slipping from Zuko’s pretty little mouth, one hand coming to grip at Zuko’s jaw and the other pinning Zuko’s hips.
Zuko’s upper body surges up enthusiastically to meet Sokka’s mouth, easily granting access to Sokka’s exploring tongue and giving it a soft nibble as it maps its way through his mouth. Sokka finally pulls away, wiping a long string of spit from his lips with his thumb. Zuko follows the movement with blown pupils, blinking a few times and reaching up to catch Sokka’s wrist, pulling Sokka’s hand to his mouth, enveloping his thumb and giving it a firm suck, dragging his tongue along the calloused pad of Sokka’s finger. He digs the tips of his fingers into Sokka’s wrist, holding it in place as he peers up through his lashes, making smouldering eye contact. He pulls away slowly, a small smirk gracing his lips as Sokka lets out a soft ‘ fuck’.
When Zuko finally lets go of Sokka’s wrist, the blue eyed man wastes no time reaching across the bed to where the abandoned vial of oil sits. He lifts it to his mouth, clamping his teeth around the lid and twisting it open. Sokka glances up to catch Zuko tracking his movements carefully, following each minute movement with a blazing interest, leaving Sokka flushing under his gaze. He sits back on his heels, nudging at Zuko’s thighs to prompt him into position. Seamlessly, wordlessly, Zuko shifts, scooting his hips closer to Sokka and bending his knees, giving Sokka an unobstructed view of his pretty pink hole, a sight Sokka swears he’ll never grow tired of.
“Look so pretty, baby, all spread out for me like that,” Sokka babbles, not entirely sure that he’s making sense but too clouded by an intense sense of lust to care. Judging by Zuko’s whines, he’s doing something right. Sokka focuses on his fingers, coating them generously in the slick substance. With a soft hum, Sokka leans down, pressing a soft kiss to Zuko’s jaw as he languidly circles his finger around Zuko’s entrance, drawing another loud whine from the short Fire Lord pinned beneath him.
“Sokka,” Zuko gasps, rocking his hips in an attempt to chase Sokka’s finger. “Stop teasing me.”
“Whatever you say, your highness,” Sokka responds, finally letting his finger slide into Zuko. Zuko, ever the overachiever, wiggles his hips until Sokka finally pushes his knuckle flush against his skin, letting out a quiet, breathy moan. Sokka pauses for a moment, watching the flush spread across Zuko’s cheeks, down his chest, and reaches with his free hand to tweak a nipple between his fingers, increasing the pressure until Zuko groans and shifts beneath him. He pulls his hand away, pressing a soothing lick to the bud, all the while keeping his wrist moving, his finger pulling out to the tip before sliding back in at glacially slow pace. Zuko pushes his hips up, yet again looking for some sort of friction, some sort of release, his angry cock throbbing with every slow movement of Sokka’s hand.
“Another,” Zuko demands, meeting Sokka’s gaze with a challenging glare.
“Are you sure you can handle that, baby?” Sokka’s voice is teasing, but his question is genuine. Zuko’s eyes sharpen, his lips pulling into an irritated frown.
“Would I be asking if I couldn’t?” Sokka rolls his eyes— brat —but complies, pulling his finger out and obediently sliding his second finger in, relishing in the way Zuko groans and rolls his body beneath him. Sokka leans in again, this time setting his mouth to work around Zuko’s pulse point, soft, deliberate nips grazing against his skin.
“Mark me.” Sokka’s eyes leap to Zuko’s gaze, his fingers stilling.
“Sweetheart—”
“Please.” Sokka sighs at Zuko’s pleading gaze, working at his lip.
“You’ve never let me mark you before.”
“I want it now.”
“I’m not sure that I… I’m comfortable doing something like that when you’re drugged up.” It’s an awkward position to have a genuine conversation in, Sokka’s fingers buried to the knuckle in Zuko’s tight heat, but there are worse things they could be doing.
“Sokka—” Zuko grinds against the air, his voice cutting off in a whine.
“I- I’ll do your collarbones. So you can hide them.” Zuko’s obviously less than thrilled with the compromise, but any complaints he may have are lost in his breathy sighs as Sokka sinks his teeth into the thin skin covering Zuko’s prominent collarbone. Meanwhile, Sokka continues moving his wrist, scissoring his fingers and working to stretch Zuko open. He strains his wrist, shifting his fingers further inside, and crooks his fingers, searching for that bundle of nerves he knows will drive Zuko wild. Sokka pulls away from Zuko’s collarbone, smirking at the small mark staring back at him.
Sokka’s pulled back from his momentary distraction as Zuko tenses up, a loud groan falling from his lips. Sokka snorts softly, crooking his fingers again and rubbing against what he’s pinpointed as Zuko’s prostate, drawing another loud moan from him. “Like that, baby?”
“Sokka…” Zuko digs his nails into Sokka’s back in response, bucking his hip into the air. “I… need more. Please. ” Sokka finally slides his third finger in, pulling himself off of Zuko to watch Zuko stretch around his fingers, thrusting slowly as he waits for Zuko to accommodate his intrusion. Slowly but surely, Zuko starts grinding against Sokka’s fingers, his hand falling towards his cock.
“No.” Sokka pushes his hand away again, drawing a desperate, completely wrecked whine.
“I- I- Please! ” Sokka hums quietly, trailing his fingers from the base of Zuko’s cock to the head with a feather light touch. Zuko thrusts into the air, the teasing touch almost worse than absolutely nothing. A soft sob falls from his lips, his thighs trembling around Sokka’s hand. “I’m ready. Please, Sokka.”
“You sure, baby?”
“Yes, sir. ” Sokka freezes at that, his jaw dropping open. Gods. Shit. As if being struck by lightning, he jumps to action, grabbing the vial of oil and coating his palm in it, quickly and soppily coating his length in it. All he can find himself thinking of is Zuko, his Zuko. After ensuring he was covered thoroughly, ignoring Zuko’s pleas for him to just take him dry, Sokka finally lines himself up adjusting so his palm was fisted up next to Zuko’s head, next to his fanned out hair.
“You ready, sweetheart?”
“Sokka, please, please just take me, it hurts, please, need you so bad,” Zuko’s babbling away, his eyes squeezed shut and his hands trailing up Sokka’s arms. With a shuddering breath, Sokka nods uselessly, finally sinking himself into Zuko.
Zuko is always so tight, so hot, so good, a fact Sokka enjoys telling him as he works his way in. Today was no different. “Agni, Zuko, you feel like heaven. So hot… so— fuck!—” Sokka drops his head on Zuko’s shoulder, his teeth clamping down on his bottom lip as he fights to keep himself from saying ‘fuck it’ and pushing himself all the way in.
“Sokka, hurry up ,” Zuko demands from below him, but his tense body screams that he still needs time to adjust. Sokka runs a soothing hand up Zuko’s thigh, his fingers feather light against Zuko’s burning hot skin. Zuko lets out a shuddering sigh, his body slowly relaxing as he works to adjust for the stretch. After a few moments, Zuko finally gives a short nod. Sokka leans down, pressing a soft, loving kiss to Zuko’s lips, his eyes sliding shut as he pushes himself in, inch by inch, savoring the soft whimpers Zuko’s letting fall out of his mouth. When Sokka finally bottoms out, he lets his head drop and a soft groan falls from his lips, Another soft whimper sounds from below him, Zuko’s nails digging into Sokka’s back, so hard Sokka’s sure Zuko’s leaving marks that’ll last for a while.
While waiting for his lover to give him the go ahead, Sokka busies himself pressing soft kisses to Zuko’s collarbones, to his jaw, to his neck, to beneath his ears, to the edge between his scarred and healthy skin. Zuko finally shifts below him, grinding his hips in an attempt to bring Sokka closer, further in, to get some sort of movement.
“Want me to move, darling?”
“Yes, please.” Sokka lets out a satisfied hum, adjusting so he can watch Zuko’s face as Sokka slowly starts grinding his hips, one hand falling back to Zuko’s hip to hold him in place, the other propping Sokka up as he drapes his body over Zuko’s, as if he were shielding him from the world. Zuko’s head falls back in silent satisfaction, his eyes fluttering shut and his mouth dropping open in a silent ‘oh’ as Sokka drags himself out at a glacial pace. Once he’s almost completely out, Sokka reverses his movements, making his way back in. As he bottoms out, his hips pressed flush against Zuko’s, Zuko slowly pulls his eyes open, staring at Sokka through a lidded gaze. “So pretty…” Zuko’s voice comes out as a sigh, but his words are unmistakable.
Somehow, this is what makes Sokka blush, from the tips of his ears to the middle of his chest. Nevermind that he’s buried to the hilt in Zuko’s ass, it’s the soft gaze and whispered praises that gets to him. With a shuddering sigh, Sokka presses a soft kiss against Zuko’s jaw. “You’re perfect, sunshine. I hope you know that.” Zuko’s gaze is glazed over, the effects of the drug still fogging over his mind. “Absolutely perfect. So gorgeous.” Despite the swirling fog dancing in Zuko’s golden eyes, a spark of recognition breaks through. A soft smile graces his face, the flush that Sokka felt similarly spreading over Zuko’s cheeks.
Zuko reaches up with a free hand, cupping Sokka’s cheek for a tender moment, before slipping it into his hair and giving it a harsh tug. “More… please.”
“You rarely forget your manners, do you, Fire Lord?” Sokka teases. Zuko squints at him, opening his mouth to shoot back a sharp retort, but Sokka chooses that moment to rut in suddenly, a shit eating grin filling his features as a quiet ‘ ah-! ’ breaks from Zuko’s mouth, his head falling back. “What was that, sweetpea?”
“ Fuck you. ” Zuko hisses, but there’s no malice behind it.
“No, darling, I’m fucking you .” Sokka responds, ducking his head with a soft snort as Zuko swats at him. Sokka adjusts his stance again and props himself up against the headboard, his head dropping down as he starts jackhammering into Zuko, feeling the jolt of Zuko’s body below him as Sokka begins fucking him in earnest. The only sounds in the room are the slap of skin, Zuko’s groaning, and Sokka’s quiet praises.
Sokka’s torn between wanting to slide his eyes shut from the overwhelming pleasure and fighting to keep them open so he can watch Zuko fall apart below him, become putty in his hands. Zuko’s hand starts drifting south, only stopped by Sokka shoving his wrist away. “No touching.” Sokka’s hips stutter as he grabs Zuko’s waist, pulling him closer, flush against Sokka and into a new position, before he picks up his unrelenting pace again, the bedframe thudding against the wall behind them. With the change in position, each of Sokka’s thrusts rubs against that small bundle of nerves, so consistently that Zuko’s left seeing stars, his eyes rolling back with pleasure. Without warning, Sokka pulls out, patting Zuko’s hip.
“Roll over.”
“S-Sokka…”
“Sir,” Sokka corrects, watching the flush spread up Zuko’s cheeks again. He nods twice. “Use your words.”
“Yes, sir… anything, sir,” Zuko responds, waiting for Sokka’s nod of approval before rolling on his stomach, arching his back to prop his ass up. Sokka grabs Zuko’s waist, pulling him closer and slipping back in with one smooth roll of his hips, one of his hands reaching forward and tangling in Zuko’s long, black hair. Zuko’s been reduced to a panting mess below him, and when Sokka speaks, it comes out deep and rough.
“You like that, huh, baby? Doing what I tell you? Hm?”
“Yes sir,” comes Zuko’s breathy answer.
“Being such a good boy for me, such a good boy, Zukey.” Sokka’s not quite sure his rambling is effective, until he hears the soft whimpers coming from below him.
“Thank you, sir. Wanna be good for you. Wanna be such a good boy for you.” Sokka tugs on Zuko’s hair, before letting go and kneading his hands into Zuko’s ass instead. Wonder how a hand print would look . He finds himself thinking, and chooses to file that away for later. With the state of mind Zuko’s in, it’s not a good idea right now.
“Tell me how good you feel, sweetheart.” Sokka’s always been a talker in bed, but it takes some goading to get Zuko to vocalize his pleasure. But spirits , if it isn’t the hottest thing.
“S...sir… feel so good, filling me up so good, I wanna… I can’t—” Zuko’s stuttering, his mind racing for words but not coming up with much more than ‘fuck’ and groaning sounds.
“Tell me what you need.”
“T-touch myself… please Sir, let me…” Tears were forming in the edges of Zuko’s eyes, the build up of pleasure in the core of his stomach bordering on painful. “Let me cum.” Zuko’s broken, pleading voice was officially too much for Sokka, and he nods breathlessly. No way could he ever even dream of denying Zuko of anything when he was begging like that. Faster than a bolt, Zuko’s hand flies to grab his cock, red and angry after such a long period of neglect.
The soft, dirty sounds falling out of Zuko’s mouth seems to triple as soon as he starts pumping, and within moments, Zuko’s falling apart again, his second orgasm ripping through his body with his mouth thrown open in a silent shout. Sokka can feel Zuko’s thighs shake under his hands, and a groan of his own falls through his lips. “Zuko… can I?”
“Yes, yes please, please, Sokka-” Zuko keeps babbling incomprehensibly beneath Sokka as he adjusts his hips one last time, chasing his orgasm at a drilling speed, his eyes finally squeezing shut as that all-too familiar wave of pleasure crashes over him. Sokka’s nails dig into the soft skin covering Zuko’s hips, a soft string of curses falling softly from his lips.
“Shit… Zukes… so good. So good.” Sokka, thoroughly spent, slumps onto Zuko, his face nuzzling into the middle of Zuko’s back, and pressing gentle, loving kisses along the sweaty, flushed skin. Zuko’s breath takes a while to even out, his face pressed into the mattress.
And for one, sweet, glorious moment, they just lay there. Together.
Sokka finally, slowly, slides himself out, watching with an interested gaze as a mixture of his cum and the oil they had used slides down Zuko’s inner thighs. After a second, he blinks himself back to attention, meeting Zuko’s gaze with a warm smile. “How you feeling, lovely?”
Zuko twists around to look in Sokka’s direction but studiously avoiding Sokka’s gaze. “I think it’s done.”
“The beast is asleep!” Sokka crows, receiving a pillow to the face for his efforts.
“Idiot.” Zuko rolls his eyes when Sokka presses a sloppy kiss to Zuko’s cheek. He then tumbles out of bed and lets himself into the Fire Lord’s personal bathroom. Sokka grabs a couple rags, wetting them with warm water. Once he rejoins Zuko, Sokka kneels at the edge of the bed, using soft drags of the washrag to clean his boyfriend.
“...You didn’t think the… the ‘sir’ stuff was weird, did you?”
Sokka glances up in alarm.
“‘Weird’? Zuko, that was hot as shit. And the whole… listening to what I say? That was really good for me.” Sokka flushes, rubbing at his neck. “And I really liked you telling me how you wanted it. And how good it was.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I liked knowing I made you feel good.” Sokka tosses the spent rag to the side, letting it plop on the floor near the pile of their clothes. I’ll pick it up tomorrow.
“I was… I was almost scared to ask. I thought you’d make fun of me or think I was weird or disgusting or—” Zuko’s on his back, his hands flying around his stomach as explains his own hesitation.
“Baby.” Sokka’s hands come to rest on Zuko’s, forcing them to still. Zuko glances up, meeting Sokka’s eyes. “I love you. Of course I want to play sex games with you.”
“‘ Sex games’? ” Zuko parrots, his eyes wide in disbelief. Sokka laughs, pressing a soft kiss to Zuko’s hairline.
“Yes. Just tell me what you want to try, okay?” Zuko nods twice, his forehead resting on Sokka’s chest. He’s relaxed, his body loose, about to doze off before-
“ Fuck. ” Zuko shoots into a sitting position, ice running through his veins.
“Hm?” Sokka’s immediately on his guard, halfway out of the bed. “Are we being attacked again?”
“No, Sokka… I had Aang come and get you.”
“Yeah?” Sokka yawns, settling back in bed and glancing at the locked door once more.
“... He fucking knows, Sokka. ” There's a couple of moments while Zuko's words sink in. When they do, though, Sokka blanches, his eyes widening.
“He told me he ran into my sister on the way,” he says, mostly to himself, before shaking his arms wildly, his face scrunching up. “Oh La, how am I ever going to face her again? Oh spirits, Zuko, we have to run away and change our names.”
“I think that’s the only logical answer,” Zuko concurs, but neither of them move to get out of bed. “Tomorrow?”
“Yeah. We’ve got our whole lives to run away. It can wait one day.” Sokka glances out the window, then down at the boy he’s holding in his arms. Tomorrow, he’d have a long, angry chat with the guards about failing to protect one of the most important people in his life. Tomorrow, he’d set up a better vetting program and tighter security.
But that was tomorrow. And tonight, he could just relax, secure in knowing that as long as he’s here, Zuko’s safe. And happy.
“I love you, Zukey.”
“I love you, Sokka,” Zuko responds, already half asleep.