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Sixty three... sixty four... sixty five. Sokka paused. He turned his head to the side and threw his arm over his eyes, letting out a groan of discontent. He’d been out alone after their latest narrow escape from fire nation soldiers. After making sure no one was hurt, he left, citing his need to cool off in the solitude of the hunt. The others had been reluctant to split up so soon after a fight, but if Sokka had to listen to one more minute of fussing he was going to go nuts. He had been out only a little while before he made a poorly planned lunge for a fat sparrowkeet,
(He hoped that stupid bird was happy) slipped off a hill and hit his head.
When he had awoken an indeterminate amount of time later, he had found himself in a chamber underground. Normally Sokka would have been freaking out already, but he had lost his ability to care sometime between hour three of evasive maneuvers and hour eighty of watching Aang moon over his sister. He hadn’t been threatened or interrogated yet, so Sokka assumed he hadn’t been captured by the fire nation. That was the one plus in this absolute deluge of awful events. Thanks to fire nation goon #467, Sokka’s little group had been sidetracked on their mission towards the North Pole, they were nearly out of supplies, his head was throbbing from the hit he took, and he STILL hadn’t caught any food. Aang and Katara weren’t expecting him back for hours and hours, and to top it all off he couldn’t make out any of the features of the room because the people who built this place were clearly too stupid to add any windows.
There was no one here to see him, so with the combination of the last few days, the cold, and his pounding headache, Sokka felt justified in taking a little while to feel sorry for himself.
Rolling back over, he resumed counting his heartbeats, hoping that the sun would rise soon and miraculously light up the chamber. The stone was cool under him, partially soothing the ache in his temples. Figuring he should try and be proactive, Sokka tried to focus on his surroundings. The room didn’t seem to be terribly big and didn’t seem to be in any danger of collapse. There was very little light and a hint of... was that perfume? Luckily he hadn’t heard any living thing in the amount of time he had spent there. Sokka took a moment to send a quick prayer of thanks to La for the absence of any creatures with a hankering for a Sokka sandwich.
Somewhere in the process of wallowing in self pity, a noise had started. Confused, Sokka sat up and squinted in the near darkness to try to find the source of the odd rustling sound.
Suddenly the far wall began grinding apart, and the rustling soon resolved itself into the pained grunts of another person falling down a hole. Too shocked to react, Sokka froze in place as the fuzzy shape of a body came to rest on the floor and any light emitting from the hole was blocked out again as the walls slammed shut.
Stupid! He should have made a run for it as soon as there was an exit.
Sokka was pulled from his thoughts as the other person picked themselves off the ground and shakily stood up. Sokka nearly called out to them, but was shocked into silence when they lit a fire in their palm. The other person was a fire bender! Sokka scrambled to his feet, blindly feeling for his club or boomerang, desperate for a weapon to defend himself with. With nearly theatrical relief, Sokka felt his fingers close around the familiar shape of his boomerang as the sound of Sokka moving alerted the other to his presence.
“Who’s there!” A voice called out.
“Show yourself!”
Sokka could only gasp in fear as he recognized the voice. It was Zuko! The fire nation prince had found them again! Sokka took a small amount of solace in the face that it was him facing Zuko and not Katara or Aang. His fears were only confirmed as the prince found a torch on the wall and lit it, casting the room in golden light. The other boy turned to face Sokka. Anger and recognition washed over his face, the scar further contorting his expression into a hideous grimace.
“Peasant!” He cried, entering a defensive stance.
“Where is the Avatar! Why did you trap me here!”
Sokka searched frantically for a clever thing to say. Perhaps it was the headache, or all the time spent laying on the floor, but for some reason the only thing that came out was:
“Hey don’t pin this on me! I’m trapped here as much as you are.” Because he clearly had a death wish, he continued.
“Listen pal, if you keep calling me a peasant, I might start getting the idea that you don’t like me.”
With a cry of inarticulate rage, Zuko launched himself at Sokka, sending a wave of fire out with his fist. Sokka ducked, throwing his boomerang only to see it clatter off the far wall. Note to self, he thought hysterically, get more weapons meant for enclosed spaces. He dodged a punch and sent one back as the two fought, kicking and swinging and rolling around as each tried to get a leg up on the other. The small space made it impractical for the large fire bursts Zuko usually favored, leaving them unusually evenly matched. Lost in the rhythm of the fight, it was only when they had bumped up against the stone and Sokka had managed to partially pin Zuko that he realized they were getting nowhere. Shaking Zuko he said as much.
“Hey asshole” he growled at the boy, putting more weight on his elbow as Zuko tried to squirm away.
“Chill out and listen to me for a second!”
Angry golden eyes were suddenly fixed on his face as the prince stopped moving. Sokka momentarily quailed under his gaze, but quickly recovered.
“We’re both stuck here, and if we keep fighting like this neither of us are going to get out!” The angry prince snarled and finally managed to break his hold. Instead of resuming his attack though, Zuko leaned back for a moment, chest heaving as he too took stock of their situation. Apparently reaching the same conclusion as Sokka, he reluctantly agreed.
“Fine.” He panted. “but the second we get out of here all bets are off.”
Despite the adrenaline and weariness still coursing through him, Sokka found the strength to roll his eyes.
They got to their feet, each looking for any hints that the other would attack. They found none.
Immediate danger averted, both boys moved their eyes from each other to their surroundings. The room wasn’t very big. The floor was made of the same gray stone of the walls and as Zuko lit up more torches it became clear that there was no door. Deciding to dwell on that later to avoid panicking, Sokka focused on the most confusing part of the room. In the center was a bed. A large one opulently made up and looking as if the owner had only stepped away for a minute. At the sound of clinking glass, he looked over to see Zuko peering at a bottle he had taken from a shelf lined with similar containers. The prince squinted at the almost indecipherable label and opened the bottle, giving it a sniff. His face turned oddly pale and he poured a little out and rubbed it between his fingertips. Whatever he found must have been worrying because he started muttering frantically under his breath and darting his eyes around the room. Zuko looked like he couldn’t believe what was happening as he wildly dove at the bed, moving the pillows to reveal an inscription carved into the headboard.
Sokka followed him warily, still not willing to let his guard down. He interrupted Zuko’s muttering.
“Hey uh, you wanna tell me what this is?” Sokka spoke awkwardly, unsure of where they stood now that they weren’t trying to kill each other.
The prince jerked his head up, finally ceasing his words. His face red and his eyes looking anywhere but at the bed. He stammered out an unrecognizable string of syllables that Sokka didn’t think belonged to any language. Even more confused, Sokka pressed forward.
“What? Where exactly are we?” He said, getting a little impatient, upset at their continued proximity to each other and Sokka’s continued absence from his friends.
“It’s nothing!” Zuko cried, somehow turning redder. Sokka shot him a look.
“Listen man, if this is important you need to tell me.” Wilting, Zuko reluctantly continued.
“There’s a legend or- or a tale but I’m sure it doesn’t apply, really there’s no way there’s one here and really no way we’re going to do that so it doesn’t ma-“
“Just spit it out!” Sokka snapped, Zuko’s nerves sparking his own as he tensed up his hands by his sides. The other boy startled, standing up straight like a child being chastened by a teacher.
“It’s an old temple,” he explained. “To a goddess named Jōnestu. Commonly worshipped over 1,000 years ago in the lower Shu region of the earth kingdom. Her followers mostly died out after-“
Sokka cut him off. “I’m not looking for a history lesson.” Sokka was bewildered at Zuko’s behavior. As soon as they weren’t at each other’s throats he turned into an awkward babbling boy that randomly started telling the nearest person about things he knew. Suddenly Sokka was struck with the realization that Zuko was only a little older than him.
Sokka sighed. “Just get to the point” he was too tired for this.
“Please.” He added as an afterthought.
Nodding, Zuko continued.
“She was a goddess of fertility and- and passion.” Zuko wouldn’t meet his eyes. Sokka started to feel a creeping sense of dread.
“Temples like this were built to honor her, but after her following faded, they’re said to have turned into more like traps. Places like these are desperate for worshippers so... so the only way it’ll let you out is if you...” Zuko’s blush made its way down his neck.
For a moment neither of them spoke
“If you what?” A drop of sweat rolled slowly down Sokka’s back.
“Honor the goddess’ domain.” Zuko spoke every word like it physically pained him.
“And how do you do that!” Sokka cried, tensing his arms, pleading silently for the other boy to just get on with it.
“The inscription says it,” Zuko said, unwilling to continue the conversation directly.
When no more seemed to be forthcoming, Sokka impatiently prompted him.
“Well? What does it say?”
The prince looked back at the headboard.
“it’s an old dialect not commonly spoken anymore, but it roughly translates to: May your conquests here under Her light bring you pleasure.”
A horrible realization rocked Sokka.
“That means to get out we have to- to what? Have sex?!“
“Essentially, yeah” Both of them suddenly found the floor very interesting.
Zuko coughed. “So you can probably guess the rest of it. The bed is for... that, and the bottles are full of lube.”
Sokka choked on his own spit. Despite knowing where the conversation was going, the sudden reality of his situation set in with the finality of that last line. His face got hot and he threw his hands up in the air.
“Well I’m not going to do that!” He spun around and started looking the walls up and down critically.
“There’s got to be another way out of here.
Sokka’s outburst seemed to shock Zuko out of his momentary trance and he also set about checking the room. Both of them studiously ignored the other.
20 minutes and a lot of awkward silence later, it was concluded that the whole room was solid. They had checked everything from behind the shelf to suspicious looking bricks, all to no avail. They’d even tried lifting up the bed (and if Sokka had noticed how Zuko’s arms bulged when he did, no one was there to judge him for it) as well as pulled on the torches to see if there were any secret doors.
More awake now and headache finally fading, checking around had given him a lot of time to study Zuko. Sokka had never thought about it before when he was too busy dodging fireballs to care, but Zuko was kind of... pretty? His regal features and slim, toned figure combined with his sheer power presented a picture that was equal parts dangerous and intoxicating. Sometime before he’d fallen into the chamber, Zuko had taken off his armor, and without it he looked much smaller and less terrifying. The perfect size to hold against him, a traitorous voice whispered in his head, to slot under his chin, to- Sokka had to take a minute to lean his head against the cool rock. Would it really be so bad? He couldn’t believe he was even considering this, but other efforts were getting nowhere, and once faced with it, Sokka couldn’t stop thinking about how attractive Zuko was. After a not so long deliberation he figured there was no harm in trying. After working up his courage, Sokka finally spoke.
“So have you ever thought about just doing what it wants?” Sokka said with an air of forced calm.
Zuko’s head jerked up from where he had apparently been trying to find some meaning in the bottle labels, golden eyes wide and disbelieving.
“You want to- with me?!” His tone was incredulous.
“Do you see anyone else around here that fits the bill?” If Sokka’s voice shook a little Zuko didn’t mention it.
“Well I-“ Zuko glanced around frantically as if trying to find someone to admit how crazy this was.
Zuko took a deep breath. With one final fruitless look around the room, he turned his eyes back to Sokka.
“You’re sure?” He said slowly, as if Sokka was going to suddenly declare it all to be a joke.
Sokka had never been more serious. If they couldn’t get out he was going to die anyway, so he could brave any fire shot at him from angry princes. Decision made, he set about working on the next step.
Unsure how to start, Sokka slowly approached Zuko while he looked at the water tribesman like he was some kind of vision, ethereal and disbelieving.
Reaching the other boy, Sokka hesitantly placed a hand on his waist, half expecting Agni himself to strike him down for daring to lay a hand on the prince. The only sound in the room was their harsh breathing. As if in some kind of trance, Sokka leaned forward and carefully pressed their lips together. Zuko gasped under him and went rigid, his arms shaking with the force of his grip as he clenched his fists. Sokka immediately withdrew.
“You don’t have to.” Sokka said with urgency.
“If you really don’t want to I’m sure we can find a way.” There were a lot of things Sokka was willing to do to get out of here, but he would rot before he forced himself on someone who was unwilling.
Zuko grasped onto Sokka’s shirt as he pulled away.
“No! I-“ He paused and looked at the floor, shoulders tensing.
“I don’t- I don’t know how.” The prince admitted.
“Wait! I just mean I’ve never…”
The words sent an unexpected bolt of heat down Sokka’s belly. His intent to reply was cut off as Zuko continued talking.
“A-and I know I’m not very nice to look at.”
Sokka couldn’t believe it. Sparing a moment to freak out about how weird it was to be comforting Zuko of all people, he lifted Zuko’s head to stare at him with an unyielding gaze.
“Are you kidding? You’re gorgeous.” The words came out in a rush, Sokka’s voice rough but sincere.
“When I saw you down here I couldn’t believe it. Couldn’t believe someone like you had fallen right into my lap.” To punctuate his statement, Sokka pulled Zuko down on top of him. The prince followed easily with wide eyes, clutching at Sokka’s shoulders.
“If you think you’re not hot you have another thing coming.” At his words a heartbreakingly vulnerable expression came over Zuko’s face.
“I...” He slowly gained courage. “I think you’re pretty hot too.” A slow, easy smile took over Sokka’s face.
This time when Sokka kissed him, Zuko kissed back. This was like no chaste kiss Sokka had felt before. This was hot and heavy and wet. He explored the other boy’s lips, lightly biting Zuko’s lip and licking deep into the heat of his mouth. It was addicting. When Zuko pushed him away, it was all Sokka could do to stop, staring at him with his pupils blown wide.
They looked at each other wide eyed before surging forward again, the force of the kiss knocking their teeth together as both boys gasped for air. They didn’t stop until both their lips were red and swollen with kisses. Finally pulling away, Sokka leaned down to whisper in Zuko’s ear, his breath sending a shiver down the prince’s back.
“Then I’d better make this one count huh?”
Zuko moaned at his words, rolling his hips up into the warrior.
Some of Sokka’s nervousness vanished. Now that he knew there was nothing holding them back, he could commit himself fully to the exploration of their bodies. Important questions like how exactly he was going to explain this to the others and how he was ever going to be able to focus when they inevitably clashed with Zuko again were totally pushed from his mind, replaced with the rhythm of their hips against each other. Sokka felt Zuko hardening as he ground down, lips never separating. How had he ever thought this was a bad idea?
Before too long he had to pull away.
“If we keep going on like this I’m not going to make it to the bed.” Sokka panted.
At the reminder of how far this was going to go, nervousness passed over Zuko’s face again. Sokka leaned back down and kissed it away, soothing the boy with hands stroking across his back.
Somehow they made it onto the bed.
Zuko looked decadent on the sheets. The flush on his cheeks and his disheveled appearance were immensely satisfying to Sokka. He had made that happen, the hungry expression on Zuko’s face was for him and him alone. He was broken out of his musings by the feeling of Zuko’s hands sliding under his shirt. Agreeing wholeheartedly, Sokka ripped his shirt the rest of the way off and made quick work of Zuko’s confusing amount of layers. Bare chested kissing was a whole new world of sensation, he could feel acutely the slide of skin on skin as he slowly moved downward on the prince’s body. He paused as he came down to Zuko’s tented crotch. Curiously, he pressed on the bulge with the palm of his hand and was rewarded with a moan. Transfixed, he pulled off the rest of Zuko’s clothes, receiving little help from the boy himself who was more interested in tracing the muscles on Sokka’s chest. Both of them gasped as Zuko’s erection was exposed to the air.
He’d never been so close to a dick that wasn’t his own and he was enthralled by the sight of it. Paler than his own, it hung heavy in front of him. Experimentally he gripped it in his fist and slowly stroked the length of it. The sound that came out of Zuko was shaky and wild, echoing in the room. Encouraged, Sokka did it again, palming himself as he did. Suddenly he was struck with an even better idea.
“Can I put my mouth on you?” Sokka trembled with want.
The other boy looked at him, eyes wide.
“Yeah, y- yeah” his voice shook.
Sokka brought his head down and licked Zuko from base to tip. He felt around with his hands and stroked Zuko’s inner thighs as he worked with his mouth. Considering, Sokka pulled back, ignoring Zuko’s groan of protest. Readjusting, Sokka leaned down, put his mouth around the head and sucked. Zuko yelled and gripped his hands in Sokka’s hair, further messing up the already loose wolf tail.
Zuko pulled Sokka up and kissed him roughly, hands fiddling with Sokka’s belt.
As he realized what Zuko was doing, the coil of arousal tightened in Sokka’s belly and he pulled off his pants in record time and ground their newly naked hips together.
Zuko stared down in fascination, watching as their dicks slid together between them. Preoccupied as he was, Sokka didn’t notice Zuko moving until the boy already had his hand wrapped around them both, inexpertly jerking them off together. They both groaned at the feeling. Sokka threw his head back and caught a glimpse of the shelf full of bottles out of the corner of his eye. Breathing heavily, he managed to roll off Zuko.
“As nice as this is,” Sokka said.
“I’d like to fuck you more.” He whispered into Zuko’s ear. The prince gasped at his words, face reddening again as he looked at Sokka heatedly.
Sokka leaned over and picked a bottle at random, uncorking it and pouring some hastily over his fingers. Turning back to Zuko he saw the other boy staring at him closely, eyes fixed on Sokka’s now glistening hand. Sokka went back to him then, the fervor of earlier replaced with a purposeful intensity as he moved his hand low. At the first touch of his fingers both of them inhaled sharply, tensing ever so slightly. Sokka stroked Zuko’s leg to soothe him, relaxing him enough to slip the tip of his finger in his hole. Entranced by the feeling, he pushed it deeper and soon was moving it easily. Zuko’s eyes were clamped shut, his lips parted slightly as he adjusted to the new sensations. One finger became two, and two became three before Sokka was satisfied that Zuko wouldn’t be hurt by the next part.
As Sokka withdrew his fingers, the golden-eyed boy let out a moan of protest, breathing heavily. Sokka gave into the urge to kiss him again. He was so hard it was almost painful.
“Are you ready?” If he didn’t relive some of the pressure soon Sokka felt like he could die. Zuko looked at him with naked lust on his face. It took him a moment to remember how to speak.
“Yes- oh spirits yes”
Sokka lined himself up, the slightest hint of pressure from Zuko’s soft soft skin nearly sent him over the edge as he held onto Zuko’s hips with a bruising grip. Sokka stared directly at his face when he finally pushed in.
Zuko was hot-tight-wet, the slide of bodies igniting the embers of arousal as Sokka threw back his head. He thrust forward, sinking all the way in, forcing himself to go slow to let Zuko get used to the stretch. They sat there for a moment, panting and wild, until Zuko whispered one word.
“Go.”
Needing no further encouragement, Sokka picked up a steady rhythm, reveling in the little noises Zuko was making. Soft moans and curses filled the air as they rocked together. Blindly, Sokka felt between them and gripped Zuko in his fist, alternating thrusts and stroking him. He surprised a moan out of the prince. Looking down at him, Sokka could only think that he had never seen anyone more beautiful. The dusting of pink over his body combined with his inky black hair and yellow eyes made him exotic and intoxicating. His breathy moans and the way he kept saying Sokka’s name only made the picture that much sweeter.
Sokka started to hear Zuko’s moans increasing in volume. His abdominal muscles tensing under Sokka’s fingertips. The knowledge of how close Zuko was only spurred Sokka on, fucking into him with near abandon. Zuko came with a shout, tensing around Sokka as he did. It took only a few more thrusts before Sokka came too, pushing deep as the pulses of pleasure overtook him. He stayed there for a second hunched over before straightening again.
He pulled out, wiping them both clean with a nearby cloth. They exchanged one last kiss, lingering and sweet.
Sokka could feel exhaustion weighing down his eyelids, the trials of the past day catching up to him. Zuko wasn’t much better, yawning sleepily next to him. Sokka slotted himself behind Zuko, tucking the raven haired beauty under his chin and holding him close.
He was sure escaping could wait until morning.