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keelywolfeCouldn't Drag Me Away
By Keelywolfe
NC-17
Sokka/Zuko
Summary: Here it is, finally. The Talk...er...sort of.
Tenth in a series:
No Turning Back
Division of Time
Conflicted
Manly Pursuits
Interlude: Aang
Say Anything
Interlude, Suki
Random Curiosity
Envy Was A Fever
Notes: Yeesh, I am just busting pages on this series. Hey, might as well go with it while the muse is willing!
~~*~~
It just wasn't right. Sokka was the plan guy, a man of action, the guy with the boomerang/sword, and the one true master of sarcasm. He preferred his speech to contain insults and mockery. But laying here on the ground, his pants sticky and uncomfortable, he was supposed to have a heartfelt conversation with Zuko, plan guy the second.
If there was any consolation to this, Zuko looked a lot like he'd just bitten down on a skunk beetle. Plus, Katara had left her towels and they were pretty helpful with the whole 'sticky' aspect of the situation.
Okay, so. Talking. Talk-ing. About stuff. Yeah. There was a lot they needed to talk about, like what had happened in the bath, and yeah, that had been eating at Sokka for a couple of days now, and what they were doing with each other and that Katara knew and probably a few other things but when Sokka opened his mouth, out tumbled something completely different. Splat.
"What the hell was that with Aang? Why would you even do that!?"
Great, now Zuko looked guilty, tossing his own formerly clean towel aside. "It wasn't what it looked like."
"Really? Because it looked a lot like you were mapping out a path to his tonsils! I guess that was just part of the training, right? I gotta admit, you guys must have learned some great techniques from those dragons because I've never seen anything like it."
"Sokka--"
"No, I think I understand!" Sokka said mockingly. "You breathe fire into your enemies, right? Why didn't the fire nation think of this before, you could just kiss everyone to death!"
Zuko looked like he was five seconds from trying out that technique on Sokka. "Would you shut up for five minutes and let me explain!"
"No, no," Sokka shook his head. "You know what, you don't have to explain. It doesn't matter. I don't care who you kiss or sleep with, I just don't care."
He almost went on, his stupid mouth running off like it was in a marathon except Zuko...just closed up. Every trace of his sullen anger and frustration vanished into ice even faster than Katara could have made it.
"I'm well aware of that," Zuko said, quietly, his face impassive."Are we done talking now?"
See, this was why he hated talking. Once he started, he couldn't shut up.
"No." Sokka exhaled, twining his hands together. It gave him something to look at, weaving his fingers into each other and out again. "We need to talk about the other stuff."
"No, we really don't." Zuko said it with absolutely certainty, like when a person said the sky is blue or the moon is a pretty girl from the northern water tribe.
"Yes, we do, I can't stop thinking about it," he admitted. "I...I...I practically raped you," Sokka spat it out, like vomiting up some diseased part of himself. For the past few days that little thought niggled through his head, Zuko's expression in the bath, his reluctance, and Sokka hadn't wanted to admit it, hadn't even let himself consider it until Katara had mentioned how vulnerable Zuko was. Sokka had forced him to do it and Zuko had been avoiding him because of it and then he'd been kissing Aang...it was all just really confusing. Maybe he was hoping for a too much from a little talking.
Especially since Zuko was being spectacularly unhelpful, staring at him blankly, "You what? Are you serious?"
"Of course I'm serious!"
Baffled, Zuko shook his head. "I thought we were past that whole prison thing."
"Prison--no, not that!" How was it Zuko could be so oblivious? Sokka had been fretting about it for the past few days because of course Zuko would be upset, Sokka hadn't even given him a chance to protest before he'd shoved him up against the side of the tub and went for it, and Zuko'd been a virgin to girls and everything!
"Okay..." Zuko said, considering. "Was I even there for it? I'd like to think I would remember something like that."
"In the tub!" Sokka exclaimed. "I held you down and practically forced you!"
He wasn't sure he'd ever seen Zuko completely speechless. Usually he managed to find something to say and if Sokka was a man of sarcasm then Zuko was prince of gloomy speechmaking. Former prince. Whatever.
"I see," Zuko finally strangled out. "You really believe that, don't you."
"Yes!" Sokka snapped. "I mean, look at you, you're all...all...vulnerable!"
The ground was really, really hard in the fire nation. Sokka knew this because it had just run into his head. He managed to blink at the dirt, felt his eyelashes brushing against the ground when a pair of boots walked into his line of vision. There was a crunch of gravel as Zuko crouched down next to him, hands gentle on Sokka's head.
"Why the hell didn't you block that? It was completely obvious," Zuko said, irritated, as he prodded in an entirely painful way at Sokka's brand new bruise. "You should pay better attention."
Oh, sure, it was his fault the ground had attacked him. Wait, ground didn't attack when Zuko was around, which meant-- "I don't think I was expecting you to hit me."
"If you're going to say stupid things like that, you should expect it more often."
Zuko eased him into a sitting position and Sokka blinked up at the sky, rubbing the dust out of his eyelashes. Hmm, there were two Zuko's here...two and a half? No, just two. Like one wasn't enough. Two could be fun though, wow, two could be a lot of fun, only one of them was pushing up one of Sokka's eyelids, peering inside before he hissed softly. "We better go see your sister."
"Oh, sure, now you want my sister!" Sokka snuffled. His head ached and he kind of wanted to bury his face into Zuko's shirt and go to sleep."I'm just not enough for you."
Zuko went very still for a brief moment, then helped Sokka climb reluctantly to his feet. "Am I enough for you, Sokka?"
And now he wanted to talk, so unfair! "I..."
"Sokka, I don't expect you to choose. You don't have to, you can have us both. Just not at the same time, all right?"
" 'k," he mumbled.
They made their way towards the house in a slow, drunken shuffle, Zuko carrying Sokka more than not. Halfway there, Zuko gave in and just scooped Sokka over his shoulder like you might carry a sack of cabbages. Sokka didn't protest. It made his head hurt worse to have all that blood pounding through it but it gave him a pretty nice view of Zuko's ass, and as soon as he got his hands working again, he was fully planning on grabbing it. As it was, if he wasn't bouncing around so much he would have put in a good attempt at biting it. What was the use of sleeping with someone who had an ass so tight you could bounce rice porridge off of it if you didn't get to bite it?
He heard the creak of the door, saw the ground change into floor as they pushed inside, still bouncing against Zuko's back as they made their way to the main sitting room where it was coolest.
Sokka heard the girls chatting before he saw them, perfectly understandable since his head was still in the direction of Zuko's ass. There was a clatter of china against china, teacups, maybe, and he heard his sister gasp in surprise.
"What happened?" Katara exclaimed, although it was so obvious that she meant, 'what did you do to him?' Oh, and now she was concerned about him. She'd been all worried about vulnerable little Zuko until he'd tried to smack Sokka's brain out through his ear. Guess they showed her.
"He might have a concussion," Zuko said, neatly avoiding the question. Sokka could hear the rumble of his voice through his back. Weirdness. "It was sort of an accident."
There was a heavy implication in his voice and Sokka stared at his back in disbelief. Had Zuko just insinuated that they'd done this having sex? To his sister??
It worked. He could practically hear the gears in Katara's mind turning as she crouched next to him and suddenly his line of sight included his sister's face. Hrmph, Zuko's ass and Katara's face was not the taste sensation he'd been dreaming of.
"Hi, Katara!" he said brightly. "My head hurts!"
Katara poked at the bruise on his head in an entirely painful way. Why was it healers always had to poke at things that hurt before they fixed them? She pursed her lips a little and shook her head."Never mind, I don't want to know. Set him down so I can get a look at this."
"Were you two hanging from the trees or something, hotman?" Toph belched, slurping down her own tea. "That's why you should keep those activities on the ground. Besides, I can't see a thing when you take it to the air."
"We weren't hanging from the trees," Sokka announced loudly. He decided to ignore the rest of that on account of it being too disturbing to hear. The second his feet found purchase on the floor, he flung his arms around Zuko's shoulders and nuzzled at his neck. Hmm, weird, Zuko's body temperature was usually a little higher than normal but his face felt stinging hot against Sokka's lips.
Zuko pushed him away a little and gave Suki a helpless look. Hey, Suki was here, too! Sokka beamed at her from his nice little spot against Zuko's chest. Mmm, pretty Zuko smelled good.
She raised her hands and backed away with a laugh. "No way, you broke him, you deal with him."
"Yeah, deal with me," Sokka said breathlessly. He started sucking on his neck sloppily, mmm, yummy, and Zuko inhaled, before he said tightly. "Heal him before I give him a matching one on the other side."
"You've got it," Katara muttered, and Sokka felt cool wetness against the side of his head. It felt gorgeous and he groaned through his mouthful of Zuko, pushing against those gentle hands as they pulled the ache from his head.
Mm, that was nice, much better, and oh dear heavens, he was making out with Zuko in front of Katara. A kiss was one thing but this--! Quickly, he spat out his mouthful and wobbled back unsteadily.
There was a colorful suck mark decorating Zuko's neck like a badge. "Sorry about that," Sokka said, weakly. But hey, if Zuko hadn't tried to kill him, this wouldn't have happened. And what was with the whole, you should have blocked that thing, anyway? It had been months since Zuko had tried to kill him, was it his fault he was out of practice?
"Hold still!" Katara said sharply, pushing up one of his eyelids. Sokka resisted the urge to bat her away. One head wound and suddenly everyone was fondling his eyeballs. Whatever she saw, it seemed to satisfy her. "He should be all right. Sokka, you should lay down for a little while. And you--" she pointed at Zuko, "Should keep an eye on him. Try to keep the head wounds to a minimum, please, I don't think Sokka needs any more brain damage."
Zuko looked like he was about to protest, but he folded under Katara's fierce glare. "Fine," he sighed, sliding a wary arm around Sokka's shoulders. "Come on."
Not entirely sure he wanted to spend any time with the person who'd cause his most recent injury, Sokka reluctantly leaned against the other boy and allowed himself to be led out of the room. They were halfway down the hall before it hit him.
"What do you mean, any more brain damage?!"
~~*~~
The silence between them hung heavily and Sokka wasn't in any mood to break it, silently following where Zuko was leading, his eyes on the floor. It was only when they turned into a room at Sokka realized they hadn't been heading to bedroom he'd taken when they arrived here.
This one was bigger, darker with the curtains drawn and he barely saw the twitch of Zuko's hand before the candles on the table flickered to life. He'd never actually been in Zuko's bedroom. All of their discreet bedroom times had been in Sokka's room, all carefully coordinated to whatever insane schedule Zuko kept in his head to ration out Sokka's time equally. He'd long since decided it wasn't worth arguing about and if he wanted a little spontaneity, well, there was always the closet. And the kitchen.
Just getting on the bed made him think that next time he was sneaking into Zuko's room in the middle of the night because this mattress was way better, and bigger, than his. The coverlet was lush and velvety, a deep red that matched the curtains and the rugs, and the headboard was a scrolling mass of golden curves. His family might suck but as far as Sokka could see, being a prince did have its perks.
Zuko pulled down the blankets and ignored Sokka's protests as he tucked him into the bed clothes and all, tugging the covers over him before climbing on it himself. Instead of getting in, he sat cross-legged on top of the blankets, his hands in his lap.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you," Zuko said, finally.
"It's a shame you did such a good job of it then," Sokka muttered, rubbing the still-tender side of his head.
Zuko scowled. "I was trying to prove a point!"
"What, that if I try anything like that again, you'll beat the crap out of me?"
"No, that you can't force me to do anything!" Zuko snapped, "I don't believe this! First Suki, now you! Neither of you made me do anything I didn't want to do, all right?"
"Except the part where I just about held you down and—are you okay?"
Zuko had both hands over his face and he was making a weird sound, so strange that Sokka didn't even recognize it. He hunched over, curling in on himself and just making that horrible noise, low and pained. Oh, god, he'd broken him, he'd--wait. Sokka eyed him narrowly.
He was laughing. Laughing hard and damn, he was horrible at it. It sounded like a rusted wheel being pried loose. Come to think of it, he wasn't sure he'd ever heard Zuko laugh at all, much less like this.
Suddenly the bed was soft beneath his back and Sokka was trying to convince his lungs that yes, they could still breathe and now would be a great time to start. Zuko was kneeling over him, one leg on either side, and slowly he lowered himself to sit on Sokka's hips.
He was still grinning, eyes bright. It was probably one of the scariest things Sokka had ever seen, "So tell me again how you raped poor, defenseless little me," Zuko cooed.
"Come on, I--erk!" Sokka found himself abruptly face down on the bed, Zuko tight against his back, and he lifted his head enough to spit out a mouthful of blankets "Hey!"
"We all know how helpless I am. I never could have stood up to you...you animal!" Good lord, Zuko was almost giggling. It was like being in a nightmare. He decided then and there that Zuko was only acceptable when he was surly and depressed. "How could you have ignored me yelling at you to stop!"
"Okay, okay, I get your point!" Sokka half-heartedly thrust an elbow back at him and Zuko rolled off, still snickering. "I still think that it was--"
A hand covered his mouth, stifling him and Zuko gave him a serious look. "Do you really want me to hit you again? I don't mind but you might want to avoid another concussion."
Sokka batted that hand away, "Look, you were a virgin before all this, okay? I didn't even know and--would you stop that!" he yelled, exasperated because Zuko was laughing again and it was just disturbing!
It finally trailed away into little snorts and chuckles."Is that what you think? Sokka, you do know that this isn't the first time I've done this, don't you?"
A faint, cold feeling trickled into Sokka's stomach, lingering there unpleasantly. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, I've done this before. With a guy."
No. "You did not. You were as tight as an old lady's money pouch that first time."
Zuko flushed brightly, his eyes flicking away. "Just because we didn't get into advanced techniques doesn't mean that I never sucked anyone off before you. It also doesn't mean I didn't fuck him."
"Wha..."
"So you can stop worrying about me being 'vulnerable', okay? I know what I'm doing...what are you doing?"
Sokka was wrestling his boots off, tossing them over the side of the bed with a clunk. "I want you to fuck me."
"What?" Zuko blinked at him, and then scooted backwards against the headboard, crossing his arms over his chest. "No."
Okay, no was not the proper answer to that statement. The proper answer was yes and sir and how hard.
"Why not?" Sokka demanded, sitting up to pull his shirt over his head. "I want to, I know you want to, let's do it, right now."
"You wanted to talk!" Zuko accused, stabbing a thankfully flameless finger at him. "So we're talking."
"Screw talking, screw concussions, screw all of this! And get over here and screw me!"
"No!"
"Argh!" Sokka flopped back on the bed. "We're in a bed together and we're both clothed! It's not right!"
"Too bad," Zuko said sullenly. Sokka narrowed his eyes, studying him. Okay, Zuko was totally ogling his chest out of the corner of his eye. Encouraged, Sokka stripped off his trousers, draping himself over the pillows and running a light hand down his belly. Aha!
There, Zuko just glanced at him and swallowed. Hard.
"It's a shame, though," Sokka sighed regretfully, letting his hand drift down between his legs. "I bet fucking me would be great. I've never done that before, you know." he glanced at Zuko from under his lashes and found the other boy watching him raptly. "I bet I would be really hot inside. I bet--"
"Stop it," Zuko said tightly. His tongue flicked out, wetting his lips. "We need...talk..." he trailed away, focused on Sokka's hands as they played between his legs, one hand curled around his erection, stroking himself hard so that the rosy head peeked out over his hand. The other was cupped around his balls, slipping lower down where he wanted Zuko to be right now.
"Mm, that feels good," Sokka whispered, arching up into his own hands, stroking himself a little harder.
"Wait," Zuko closed his eyes and exhaled slowly, that universal seeking calm method that Sokka had seen every bender do from time to time. Then he opened his eyes and quickly stripped, shirt and pants tossed over the edge of the bed and Sokka was drawn instantly to his cock, already hard and heavy between his thighs.
Yelped a little in surprise when Zuko grabbed him and instead of pushing him down on the bed, pulled him to straddle Zuko's hips.
"If you want to do this, then you do it," Zuko said, drawing his knees up so that Sokka was cradled in his lap.
"Like this?" Sokka said disbelieving. He scooted back a little, felt the hot press of Zuko's erection against his backside.
"Just like this," Zuko nuzzled at his jawline.
Sokka swallowed. "Okay, yeah. I need some, you know, stuff."
"Believe me, I know." He felt Zuko fumbling and then slick fingers slid into the cleft of his ass, pressing gently. Where the hell did Zuko keep that stuff, Sokka wondered dazedly, gasping a little as a single finger breeched his body.
"Easy," Zuko soothed. "It just hurts a little. Just a little and then..."
And then had better be everything Sokka was hoping for. He buried his face into the sweat-damp skin of Zuko's shoulder, spreading his legs a little wider and choking as Zuko pushed in another finger, twisting them a little inside him, spreading that slickness.
"Okay, Sokka," Zuko pulled his fingers free and lay back on the bed, his hands resting lightly on Sokka's hips.
Okay. Yeah, right. Sokka reached between them with shaky fingers, finding the hot length of Zuko's cock and holding it as he shifted his weight above him, positioning himself. Geez, Zuko was really big and even knowing that he'd had no trouble fitting into Zuko's body wasn't very encouraging. Maybe he wasn't as accommodating as Zuko, maybe firebenders were different, maybe Zuko was a big slut and--
"Ah!" Zuko gasped, eyes wide as Sokka slid down. Oh, spirits, it hurt, it really hurt, it burned, but Sokka grit his teeth and forced himself down another inch. A whimper escaped his throat before he could bite it back, high and sharp to his own ears.
Zuko shifted up enough to press a kiss against Sokka's mouth, breathing into it, "Relax, Sokka." His hands slid down Sokka's hips, petting him, tenderly soothing, and tears stung Sokka's eyes. He blinked them away. "Relax for me. It'll feel good, I promise, it'll feel so good."
Easy for him to say. Sokka took a deep breath and let it out, another, trying to focus on Zuko's hands on his thighs, one straying inward to slide around Sokka's softening cock. The sweet pressure around him was a decent distraction and he managed to slide down another inch, groaning as the burn returned. Was this how Zuko had felt in the bath? If it was, Sokka owed him way more than an apology.
"Wait!" Zuko's hands were like iron shackles on his hips, holding him still.
"What?" Sokka gritted out, thighs tense and shaking as he held himself up.
"Wait, you're so...tight...I'm gonna...too soon..." Zuko panted, his face tense. He bit his lip, breathing deeply and the look on his face, the flush to his sweat-damp cheeks, the white gleam of his teeth against the swollen red of his lips, was just about the hottest thing Sokka had ever seen. He was beautiful, Sokka realized, just sexy as all hell, and Sokka was the one making him look like this. He really did want this, wanted to do it to Sokka and no one else.
Without really thinking about it, Sokka relaxed, easing the rest of the way down despite Zuko's pleading gasps. Zuko was all the way inside him, felt like he was crammed in, and Sokka knelt there over him, shaking, unyielding pressure inside him.
"Sokka...you have to...move," Zuko managed, rolling his hips up a tiny bit as if he couldn't stop himself.
Right, move. Experimentally, Sokka raised himself up and slowly slid back down. It didn't hurt as much, but it wasn't all that great and...
"Gods!" Sokka gasped, throwing his head back and shoving back down hard, trying to find that spot again because--"Ah!" he wailed, right there, that one spot inside him felt so good, his vision wavering as he wriggled his hips desperately to rub Zuko against that one little place again and again.
"Sokka!" Zuko's voice was a high, thready moan, "Oh, my god, you--"
Yeah, Sokka couldn't say, yeah, you were right, you were so, so right, and he had one hand around his cock and the other braced on Zuko's shoulder, grinding down, trying to get Zuko in deeper, and why hadn't he known it would feel like this, they could have been doing this all that time and he hadn't known.
Dimly, he heard Zuko whispering, barely audible over his own heartbeat thundering in his ears. "I...love..."
The rest of it was drowned in a shout as Zuko thrust up hard, his entire body stiffening and shaking, and oh, man, he could feel it, the heat of Zuko coming inside him, and hips jerking weakly against Sokka and that was all he could take, the hot sweep of it over his vision as he shoved himself down hard and came with a choked moan, spurting over his own hand and Zuko's bare chest.
Afterward, Sokka felt like he still had a concussion, vision blurred and body aching. He dimly felt Zuko moving him, pulling out and that woke him up a little. He hissed in pain, biting his lip.
"You're going to be sore tomorrow," Zuko murmured, faintly apologetic.
"I'm sore now," Sokka mumbled, not particularly concerned about it. Was that what he'd been afraid of? If Aang thought the delivery carriers in Omashu were a wild ride, then he had some serious growing up to do. And Zuko, wow, he really did know what he was doing, and the things he'd said, he'd--
His daze was fading and suddenly Sokka felt very awake, remembering what Zuko had said, or what he'd almost said.
Almost being the important word, there, Sokka told himself hastily. He could have meant anything. He could have been saying he loved doing this or he loved how this felt or that he loved cheese, he could have meant anything!
Except how he probably hadn't. Except how he was pulling Sokka back into his arms and pressing light, damp kisses against his shoulders, nuzzling against him and again, that unexpected tenderness, Zuko touching him with aching gentleness, mindful of his sore muscles.
Zuko, he knew, was strong and determined and...vulnerable. Sokka swallowed hard, suddenly understanding with pure, crystal clarity exactly what Katara had meant.
He wished he hadn't. Would have given anything to fall back into sex-dazed ignorance and maybe he could pretend because Zuko didn’t say it again, didn't say anything, his breathing evening out as he drifted off to sleep. Sokka waited, counting his own heartbeats and when he got to a thousand, he eased out of the circle of Zuko's arms.
He could have left. He could have gone out and soaked his sore muscle the way the benders did after their training. He could have gone to his sister and asked for a little more healing...okay, no, he couldn't do that, pretty much ever. But he could leave.
Only, Zuko was a very light sleeper and he would wake up the second Sokka slipped off the bed. Sokka could see it as clearly as if it had already happened, his golden eyes watching as Sokka pulled his clothes on and crept out the door and he wouldn't protest or complain. He wouldn't say a word.
Instead, Sokka carefully rolled over, making little, hushing sounds when Zuko murmured in protest, lightly stroking the other boy's hair back and tucking it behind his ear. The scarred side of his face was buried in the pillows and with it hidden, Zuko looked absurdly young, his skin smooth and bare as a child's.
He could have left. He could have slept. But Sokka just lay there instead while the candles burned low and guttered out, watching Zuko sleep.
-finis-
By Keelywolfe
NC-17
Sokka/Zuko
Summary: Here it is, finally. The Talk...er...sort of.
Tenth in a series:
No Turning Back
Division of Time
Conflicted
Manly Pursuits
Interlude: Aang
Say Anything
Interlude, Suki
Random Curiosity
Envy Was A Fever
Notes: Yeesh, I am just busting pages on this series. Hey, might as well go with it while the muse is willing!
~~*~~
It just wasn't right. Sokka was the plan guy, a man of action, the guy with the boomerang/sword, and the one true master of sarcasm. He preferred his speech to contain insults and mockery. But laying here on the ground, his pants sticky and uncomfortable, he was supposed to have a heartfelt conversation with Zuko, plan guy the second.
If there was any consolation to this, Zuko looked a lot like he'd just bitten down on a skunk beetle. Plus, Katara had left her towels and they were pretty helpful with the whole 'sticky' aspect of the situation.
Okay, so. Talking. Talk-ing. About stuff. Yeah. There was a lot they needed to talk about, like what had happened in the bath, and yeah, that had been eating at Sokka for a couple of days now, and what they were doing with each other and that Katara knew and probably a few other things but when Sokka opened his mouth, out tumbled something completely different. Splat.
"What the hell was that with Aang? Why would you even do that!?"
Great, now Zuko looked guilty, tossing his own formerly clean towel aside. "It wasn't what it looked like."
"Really? Because it looked a lot like you were mapping out a path to his tonsils! I guess that was just part of the training, right? I gotta admit, you guys must have learned some great techniques from those dragons because I've never seen anything like it."
"Sokka--"
"No, I think I understand!" Sokka said mockingly. "You breathe fire into your enemies, right? Why didn't the fire nation think of this before, you could just kiss everyone to death!"
Zuko looked like he was five seconds from trying out that technique on Sokka. "Would you shut up for five minutes and let me explain!"
"No, no," Sokka shook his head. "You know what, you don't have to explain. It doesn't matter. I don't care who you kiss or sleep with, I just don't care."
He almost went on, his stupid mouth running off like it was in a marathon except Zuko...just closed up. Every trace of his sullen anger and frustration vanished into ice even faster than Katara could have made it.
"I'm well aware of that," Zuko said, quietly, his face impassive."Are we done talking now?"
See, this was why he hated talking. Once he started, he couldn't shut up.
"No." Sokka exhaled, twining his hands together. It gave him something to look at, weaving his fingers into each other and out again. "We need to talk about the other stuff."
"No, we really don't." Zuko said it with absolutely certainty, like when a person said the sky is blue or the moon is a pretty girl from the northern water tribe.
"Yes, we do, I can't stop thinking about it," he admitted. "I...I...I practically raped you," Sokka spat it out, like vomiting up some diseased part of himself. For the past few days that little thought niggled through his head, Zuko's expression in the bath, his reluctance, and Sokka hadn't wanted to admit it, hadn't even let himself consider it until Katara had mentioned how vulnerable Zuko was. Sokka had forced him to do it and Zuko had been avoiding him because of it and then he'd been kissing Aang...it was all just really confusing. Maybe he was hoping for a too much from a little talking.
Especially since Zuko was being spectacularly unhelpful, staring at him blankly, "You what? Are you serious?"
"Of course I'm serious!"
Baffled, Zuko shook his head. "I thought we were past that whole prison thing."
"Prison--no, not that!" How was it Zuko could be so oblivious? Sokka had been fretting about it for the past few days because of course Zuko would be upset, Sokka hadn't even given him a chance to protest before he'd shoved him up against the side of the tub and went for it, and Zuko'd been a virgin to girls and everything!
"Okay..." Zuko said, considering. "Was I even there for it? I'd like to think I would remember something like that."
"In the tub!" Sokka exclaimed. "I held you down and practically forced you!"
He wasn't sure he'd ever seen Zuko completely speechless. Usually he managed to find something to say and if Sokka was a man of sarcasm then Zuko was prince of gloomy speechmaking. Former prince. Whatever.
"I see," Zuko finally strangled out. "You really believe that, don't you."
"Yes!" Sokka snapped. "I mean, look at you, you're all...all...vulnerable!"
The ground was really, really hard in the fire nation. Sokka knew this because it had just run into his head. He managed to blink at the dirt, felt his eyelashes brushing against the ground when a pair of boots walked into his line of vision. There was a crunch of gravel as Zuko crouched down next to him, hands gentle on Sokka's head.
"Why the hell didn't you block that? It was completely obvious," Zuko said, irritated, as he prodded in an entirely painful way at Sokka's brand new bruise. "You should pay better attention."
Oh, sure, it was his fault the ground had attacked him. Wait, ground didn't attack when Zuko was around, which meant-- "I don't think I was expecting you to hit me."
"If you're going to say stupid things like that, you should expect it more often."
Zuko eased him into a sitting position and Sokka blinked up at the sky, rubbing the dust out of his eyelashes. Hmm, there were two Zuko's here...two and a half? No, just two. Like one wasn't enough. Two could be fun though, wow, two could be a lot of fun, only one of them was pushing up one of Sokka's eyelids, peering inside before he hissed softly. "We better go see your sister."
"Oh, sure, now you want my sister!" Sokka snuffled. His head ached and he kind of wanted to bury his face into Zuko's shirt and go to sleep."I'm just not enough for you."
Zuko went very still for a brief moment, then helped Sokka climb reluctantly to his feet. "Am I enough for you, Sokka?"
And now he wanted to talk, so unfair! "I..."
"Sokka, I don't expect you to choose. You don't have to, you can have us both. Just not at the same time, all right?"
" 'k," he mumbled.
They made their way towards the house in a slow, drunken shuffle, Zuko carrying Sokka more than not. Halfway there, Zuko gave in and just scooped Sokka over his shoulder like you might carry a sack of cabbages. Sokka didn't protest. It made his head hurt worse to have all that blood pounding through it but it gave him a pretty nice view of Zuko's ass, and as soon as he got his hands working again, he was fully planning on grabbing it. As it was, if he wasn't bouncing around so much he would have put in a good attempt at biting it. What was the use of sleeping with someone who had an ass so tight you could bounce rice porridge off of it if you didn't get to bite it?
He heard the creak of the door, saw the ground change into floor as they pushed inside, still bouncing against Zuko's back as they made their way to the main sitting room where it was coolest.
Sokka heard the girls chatting before he saw them, perfectly understandable since his head was still in the direction of Zuko's ass. There was a clatter of china against china, teacups, maybe, and he heard his sister gasp in surprise.
"What happened?" Katara exclaimed, although it was so obvious that she meant, 'what did you do to him?' Oh, and now she was concerned about him. She'd been all worried about vulnerable little Zuko until he'd tried to smack Sokka's brain out through his ear. Guess they showed her.
"He might have a concussion," Zuko said, neatly avoiding the question. Sokka could hear the rumble of his voice through his back. Weirdness. "It was sort of an accident."
There was a heavy implication in his voice and Sokka stared at his back in disbelief. Had Zuko just insinuated that they'd done this having sex? To his sister??
It worked. He could practically hear the gears in Katara's mind turning as she crouched next to him and suddenly his line of sight included his sister's face. Hrmph, Zuko's ass and Katara's face was not the taste sensation he'd been dreaming of.
"Hi, Katara!" he said brightly. "My head hurts!"
Katara poked at the bruise on his head in an entirely painful way. Why was it healers always had to poke at things that hurt before they fixed them? She pursed her lips a little and shook her head."Never mind, I don't want to know. Set him down so I can get a look at this."
"Were you two hanging from the trees or something, hotman?" Toph belched, slurping down her own tea. "That's why you should keep those activities on the ground. Besides, I can't see a thing when you take it to the air."
"We weren't hanging from the trees," Sokka announced loudly. He decided to ignore the rest of that on account of it being too disturbing to hear. The second his feet found purchase on the floor, he flung his arms around Zuko's shoulders and nuzzled at his neck. Hmm, weird, Zuko's body temperature was usually a little higher than normal but his face felt stinging hot against Sokka's lips.
Zuko pushed him away a little and gave Suki a helpless look. Hey, Suki was here, too! Sokka beamed at her from his nice little spot against Zuko's chest. Mmm, pretty Zuko smelled good.
She raised her hands and backed away with a laugh. "No way, you broke him, you deal with him."
"Yeah, deal with me," Sokka said breathlessly. He started sucking on his neck sloppily, mmm, yummy, and Zuko inhaled, before he said tightly. "Heal him before I give him a matching one on the other side."
"You've got it," Katara muttered, and Sokka felt cool wetness against the side of his head. It felt gorgeous and he groaned through his mouthful of Zuko, pushing against those gentle hands as they pulled the ache from his head.
Mm, that was nice, much better, and oh dear heavens, he was making out with Zuko in front of Katara. A kiss was one thing but this--! Quickly, he spat out his mouthful and wobbled back unsteadily.
There was a colorful suck mark decorating Zuko's neck like a badge. "Sorry about that," Sokka said, weakly. But hey, if Zuko hadn't tried to kill him, this wouldn't have happened. And what was with the whole, you should have blocked that thing, anyway? It had been months since Zuko had tried to kill him, was it his fault he was out of practice?
"Hold still!" Katara said sharply, pushing up one of his eyelids. Sokka resisted the urge to bat her away. One head wound and suddenly everyone was fondling his eyeballs. Whatever she saw, it seemed to satisfy her. "He should be all right. Sokka, you should lay down for a little while. And you--" she pointed at Zuko, "Should keep an eye on him. Try to keep the head wounds to a minimum, please, I don't think Sokka needs any more brain damage."
Zuko looked like he was about to protest, but he folded under Katara's fierce glare. "Fine," he sighed, sliding a wary arm around Sokka's shoulders. "Come on."
Not entirely sure he wanted to spend any time with the person who'd cause his most recent injury, Sokka reluctantly leaned against the other boy and allowed himself to be led out of the room. They were halfway down the hall before it hit him.
"What do you mean, any more brain damage?!"
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The silence between them hung heavily and Sokka wasn't in any mood to break it, silently following where Zuko was leading, his eyes on the floor. It was only when they turned into a room at Sokka realized they hadn't been heading to bedroom he'd taken when they arrived here.
This one was bigger, darker with the curtains drawn and he barely saw the twitch of Zuko's hand before the candles on the table flickered to life. He'd never actually been in Zuko's bedroom. All of their discreet bedroom times had been in Sokka's room, all carefully coordinated to whatever insane schedule Zuko kept in his head to ration out Sokka's time equally. He'd long since decided it wasn't worth arguing about and if he wanted a little spontaneity, well, there was always the closet. And the kitchen.
Just getting on the bed made him think that next time he was sneaking into Zuko's room in the middle of the night because this mattress was way better, and bigger, than his. The coverlet was lush and velvety, a deep red that matched the curtains and the rugs, and the headboard was a scrolling mass of golden curves. His family might suck but as far as Sokka could see, being a prince did have its perks.
Zuko pulled down the blankets and ignored Sokka's protests as he tucked him into the bed clothes and all, tugging the covers over him before climbing on it himself. Instead of getting in, he sat cross-legged on top of the blankets, his hands in his lap.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you," Zuko said, finally.
"It's a shame you did such a good job of it then," Sokka muttered, rubbing the still-tender side of his head.
Zuko scowled. "I was trying to prove a point!"
"What, that if I try anything like that again, you'll beat the crap out of me?"
"No, that you can't force me to do anything!" Zuko snapped, "I don't believe this! First Suki, now you! Neither of you made me do anything I didn't want to do, all right?"
"Except the part where I just about held you down and—are you okay?"
Zuko had both hands over his face and he was making a weird sound, so strange that Sokka didn't even recognize it. He hunched over, curling in on himself and just making that horrible noise, low and pained. Oh, god, he'd broken him, he'd--wait. Sokka eyed him narrowly.
He was laughing. Laughing hard and damn, he was horrible at it. It sounded like a rusted wheel being pried loose. Come to think of it, he wasn't sure he'd ever heard Zuko laugh at all, much less like this.
Suddenly the bed was soft beneath his back and Sokka was trying to convince his lungs that yes, they could still breathe and now would be a great time to start. Zuko was kneeling over him, one leg on either side, and slowly he lowered himself to sit on Sokka's hips.
He was still grinning, eyes bright. It was probably one of the scariest things Sokka had ever seen, "So tell me again how you raped poor, defenseless little me," Zuko cooed.
"Come on, I--erk!" Sokka found himself abruptly face down on the bed, Zuko tight against his back, and he lifted his head enough to spit out a mouthful of blankets "Hey!"
"We all know how helpless I am. I never could have stood up to you...you animal!" Good lord, Zuko was almost giggling. It was like being in a nightmare. He decided then and there that Zuko was only acceptable when he was surly and depressed. "How could you have ignored me yelling at you to stop!"
"Okay, okay, I get your point!" Sokka half-heartedly thrust an elbow back at him and Zuko rolled off, still snickering. "I still think that it was--"
A hand covered his mouth, stifling him and Zuko gave him a serious look. "Do you really want me to hit you again? I don't mind but you might want to avoid another concussion."
Sokka batted that hand away, "Look, you were a virgin before all this, okay? I didn't even know and--would you stop that!" he yelled, exasperated because Zuko was laughing again and it was just disturbing!
It finally trailed away into little snorts and chuckles."Is that what you think? Sokka, you do know that this isn't the first time I've done this, don't you?"
A faint, cold feeling trickled into Sokka's stomach, lingering there unpleasantly. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, I've done this before. With a guy."
No. "You did not. You were as tight as an old lady's money pouch that first time."
Zuko flushed brightly, his eyes flicking away. "Just because we didn't get into advanced techniques doesn't mean that I never sucked anyone off before you. It also doesn't mean I didn't fuck him."
"Wha..."
"So you can stop worrying about me being 'vulnerable', okay? I know what I'm doing...what are you doing?"
Sokka was wrestling his boots off, tossing them over the side of the bed with a clunk. "I want you to fuck me."
"What?" Zuko blinked at him, and then scooted backwards against the headboard, crossing his arms over his chest. "No."
Okay, no was not the proper answer to that statement. The proper answer was yes and sir and how hard.
"Why not?" Sokka demanded, sitting up to pull his shirt over his head. "I want to, I know you want to, let's do it, right now."
"You wanted to talk!" Zuko accused, stabbing a thankfully flameless finger at him. "So we're talking."
"Screw talking, screw concussions, screw all of this! And get over here and screw me!"
"No!"
"Argh!" Sokka flopped back on the bed. "We're in a bed together and we're both clothed! It's not right!"
"Too bad," Zuko said sullenly. Sokka narrowed his eyes, studying him. Okay, Zuko was totally ogling his chest out of the corner of his eye. Encouraged, Sokka stripped off his trousers, draping himself over the pillows and running a light hand down his belly. Aha!
There, Zuko just glanced at him and swallowed. Hard.
"It's a shame, though," Sokka sighed regretfully, letting his hand drift down between his legs. "I bet fucking me would be great. I've never done that before, you know." he glanced at Zuko from under his lashes and found the other boy watching him raptly. "I bet I would be really hot inside. I bet--"
"Stop it," Zuko said tightly. His tongue flicked out, wetting his lips. "We need...talk..." he trailed away, focused on Sokka's hands as they played between his legs, one hand curled around his erection, stroking himself hard so that the rosy head peeked out over his hand. The other was cupped around his balls, slipping lower down where he wanted Zuko to be right now.
"Mm, that feels good," Sokka whispered, arching up into his own hands, stroking himself a little harder.
"Wait," Zuko closed his eyes and exhaled slowly, that universal seeking calm method that Sokka had seen every bender do from time to time. Then he opened his eyes and quickly stripped, shirt and pants tossed over the edge of the bed and Sokka was drawn instantly to his cock, already hard and heavy between his thighs.
Yelped a little in surprise when Zuko grabbed him and instead of pushing him down on the bed, pulled him to straddle Zuko's hips.
"If you want to do this, then you do it," Zuko said, drawing his knees up so that Sokka was cradled in his lap.
"Like this?" Sokka said disbelieving. He scooted back a little, felt the hot press of Zuko's erection against his backside.
"Just like this," Zuko nuzzled at his jawline.
Sokka swallowed. "Okay, yeah. I need some, you know, stuff."
"Believe me, I know." He felt Zuko fumbling and then slick fingers slid into the cleft of his ass, pressing gently. Where the hell did Zuko keep that stuff, Sokka wondered dazedly, gasping a little as a single finger breeched his body.
"Easy," Zuko soothed. "It just hurts a little. Just a little and then..."
And then had better be everything Sokka was hoping for. He buried his face into the sweat-damp skin of Zuko's shoulder, spreading his legs a little wider and choking as Zuko pushed in another finger, twisting them a little inside him, spreading that slickness.
"Okay, Sokka," Zuko pulled his fingers free and lay back on the bed, his hands resting lightly on Sokka's hips.
Okay. Yeah, right. Sokka reached between them with shaky fingers, finding the hot length of Zuko's cock and holding it as he shifted his weight above him, positioning himself. Geez, Zuko was really big and even knowing that he'd had no trouble fitting into Zuko's body wasn't very encouraging. Maybe he wasn't as accommodating as Zuko, maybe firebenders were different, maybe Zuko was a big slut and--
"Ah!" Zuko gasped, eyes wide as Sokka slid down. Oh, spirits, it hurt, it really hurt, it burned, but Sokka grit his teeth and forced himself down another inch. A whimper escaped his throat before he could bite it back, high and sharp to his own ears.
Zuko shifted up enough to press a kiss against Sokka's mouth, breathing into it, "Relax, Sokka." His hands slid down Sokka's hips, petting him, tenderly soothing, and tears stung Sokka's eyes. He blinked them away. "Relax for me. It'll feel good, I promise, it'll feel so good."
Easy for him to say. Sokka took a deep breath and let it out, another, trying to focus on Zuko's hands on his thighs, one straying inward to slide around Sokka's softening cock. The sweet pressure around him was a decent distraction and he managed to slide down another inch, groaning as the burn returned. Was this how Zuko had felt in the bath? If it was, Sokka owed him way more than an apology.
"Wait!" Zuko's hands were like iron shackles on his hips, holding him still.
"What?" Sokka gritted out, thighs tense and shaking as he held himself up.
"Wait, you're so...tight...I'm gonna...too soon..." Zuko panted, his face tense. He bit his lip, breathing deeply and the look on his face, the flush to his sweat-damp cheeks, the white gleam of his teeth against the swollen red of his lips, was just about the hottest thing Sokka had ever seen. He was beautiful, Sokka realized, just sexy as all hell, and Sokka was the one making him look like this. He really did want this, wanted to do it to Sokka and no one else.
Without really thinking about it, Sokka relaxed, easing the rest of the way down despite Zuko's pleading gasps. Zuko was all the way inside him, felt like he was crammed in, and Sokka knelt there over him, shaking, unyielding pressure inside him.
"Sokka...you have to...move," Zuko managed, rolling his hips up a tiny bit as if he couldn't stop himself.
Right, move. Experimentally, Sokka raised himself up and slowly slid back down. It didn't hurt as much, but it wasn't all that great and...
"Gods!" Sokka gasped, throwing his head back and shoving back down hard, trying to find that spot again because--"Ah!" he wailed, right there, that one spot inside him felt so good, his vision wavering as he wriggled his hips desperately to rub Zuko against that one little place again and again.
"Sokka!" Zuko's voice was a high, thready moan, "Oh, my god, you--"
Yeah, Sokka couldn't say, yeah, you were right, you were so, so right, and he had one hand around his cock and the other braced on Zuko's shoulder, grinding down, trying to get Zuko in deeper, and why hadn't he known it would feel like this, they could have been doing this all that time and he hadn't known.
Dimly, he heard Zuko whispering, barely audible over his own heartbeat thundering in his ears. "I...love..."
The rest of it was drowned in a shout as Zuko thrust up hard, his entire body stiffening and shaking, and oh, man, he could feel it, the heat of Zuko coming inside him, and hips jerking weakly against Sokka and that was all he could take, the hot sweep of it over his vision as he shoved himself down hard and came with a choked moan, spurting over his own hand and Zuko's bare chest.
Afterward, Sokka felt like he still had a concussion, vision blurred and body aching. He dimly felt Zuko moving him, pulling out and that woke him up a little. He hissed in pain, biting his lip.
"You're going to be sore tomorrow," Zuko murmured, faintly apologetic.
"I'm sore now," Sokka mumbled, not particularly concerned about it. Was that what he'd been afraid of? If Aang thought the delivery carriers in Omashu were a wild ride, then he had some serious growing up to do. And Zuko, wow, he really did know what he was doing, and the things he'd said, he'd--
His daze was fading and suddenly Sokka felt very awake, remembering what Zuko had said, or what he'd almost said.
Almost being the important word, there, Sokka told himself hastily. He could have meant anything. He could have been saying he loved doing this or he loved how this felt or that he loved cheese, he could have meant anything!
Except how he probably hadn't. Except how he was pulling Sokka back into his arms and pressing light, damp kisses against his shoulders, nuzzling against him and again, that unexpected tenderness, Zuko touching him with aching gentleness, mindful of his sore muscles.
Zuko, he knew, was strong and determined and...vulnerable. Sokka swallowed hard, suddenly understanding with pure, crystal clarity exactly what Katara had meant.
He wished he hadn't. Would have given anything to fall back into sex-dazed ignorance and maybe he could pretend because Zuko didn’t say it again, didn't say anything, his breathing evening out as he drifted off to sleep. Sokka waited, counting his own heartbeats and when he got to a thousand, he eased out of the circle of Zuko's arms.
He could have left. He could have gone out and soaked his sore muscle the way the benders did after their training. He could have gone to his sister and asked for a little more healing...okay, no, he couldn't do that, pretty much ever. But he could leave.
Only, Zuko was a very light sleeper and he would wake up the second Sokka slipped off the bed. Sokka could see it as clearly as if it had already happened, his golden eyes watching as Sokka pulled his clothes on and crept out the door and he wouldn't protest or complain. He wouldn't say a word.
Instead, Sokka carefully rolled over, making little, hushing sounds when Zuko murmured in protest, lightly stroking the other boy's hair back and tucking it behind his ear. The scarred side of his face was buried in the pillows and with it hidden, Zuko looked absurdly young, his skin smooth and bare as a child's.
He could have left. He could have slept. But Sokka just lay there instead while the candles burned low and guttered out, watching Zuko sleep.
-finis-
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Date: 2009-01-11 05:02 am (UTC)OH MY JESUS THAT WAS HOT D:
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Date: 2009-01-11 06:40 am (UTC)That is all.
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Date: 2009-01-12 04:08 am (UTC)More.
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Date: 2009-01-15 02:07 am (UTC)GREAT!
Date: 2009-01-23 08:51 am (UTC)Re: GREAT!
Date: 2009-02-12 10:49 pm (UTC)<3
Date: 2009-02-05 08:22 am (UTC)Re: <3
Date: 2009-02-12 10:51 pm (UTC)Thank you! I think Zuko is vulnerable in all the weird ways. *G* It's like Iroh told him, that pride is not the opposite of shame. Zuko tries to make himself so strong that he leaves himself vulnerable.
Eh, he's pretty cute, too. *G*
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Date: 2009-03-12 06:56 am (UTC)HAHA O yes and also zuko sarcastically playing the vulnerable one was so hilarious HAHA! <3<3<3
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Date: 2010-06-24 09:35 am (UTC)and i liekd the part with concussioned Sokka ...pretty funny
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Date: 2010-07-19 02:36 pm (UTC)I adore this universe and every new chapter I read makes me go insanely flailing
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