I have edited this and I've decided to add on to it; it will end up being a Zuko/Sokka but there will be Jet/Sokka first. I still stick by my claim that Jet is a little psycho and dominating, but hell, he's got the seme attitude to boot.
This is more of my masochist thoughts, though not so extreme like 'Burned, but not by Fire'
Warnings: Shonen-ai/Yaoi: boy/boy relationships so don't even bother telling me you don't like it because the Zuko Mary-Sue fans (And the one Jet fan that flamed me) can kiss my butt so I'm warning you now. Swearing; Only some. Domesticated Violence; because sometimes people are so lonely, they stay with the people that don't treat them right.
Sokka leaned against the wooden railing, staring out it the endless sea of leaves. His fingers were absently tearing apart a leaf, just for something else to occupy his mind, but it didn't help much. He wondered why he kept returning here, it was stupid and desperate of him, he knew that. He tossed the stem of the leaf and it fell to the forest floor, and then picked off another green leaf from the nearby branch, proceeding to tear apart that one as well. He was only wearing his pants and his blue over shirt was thrown on, but not tied, he hadn't bothered.
He felt an arm slide around his shoulder and someone pressed their body against his, making him stiffen, even though he knew who it was.
"Hey, you shouldn't stay outside." The person whispered into his ear and he shivered uncomfortably when the piece of grass ticked his neck.
"Get off, Jet." Sokka replied coldly, turning some to push the Earth Kingdom native away from him. Jet frowned, but backed off for the moment. He was only sporting pants, just incase one of his gang came along.
"Why did you even come if you're going to be all bitchy?" Jet asked and Sokka looked back to the tree tops.
"Just, not now." He replied, "Can't you wait an hour? Let me rest"
"Just because I can doesn't mean I will." Jet mumbled; sliding close to Sokka once again, securely wrapping an arm around Sokka's waist, dragging the grass from his mouth and letting it fall on the wooden planks. Sokka looked over his shoulder and frowned at Jet.
"Jet..." Sokka began to protest, but Jet grabbed his one arm and spun him around fully, back up against the railing, kissing the shorter teen. Sokka tried to tell Jet to stop, but all that was evident of his protesting was his voice being muffled by Jet's mouth, not allowed to make a coherent word. He gave up after a moment, knowing Jet liked his way. The taller teen pulled back after a good moment, leaving Sokka breathless from lack of oxygen from struggling.
"Now," Jet whispered and Sokka listened, knowing Jet only said things once, "Back inside, unless you want splinters from out here." Sokka frowned and pushed Jet away, the wild haired teen allowing Sokka to make his decision, stepping back. Jet smirked and followed Sokka back into the tent that was supported by the tree branches, a mat in the center of the floor, which they'd been using not too long ago. Sokka had hesitated at the end of the mat and Jet came up behind, grasping his shoulders firmly, though not with bruising pressure.
Sokka didn't notice it at first; he just stared at the woven mat, chastising himself for running back to Jet for the physical attention. He'd just wanted one round, not the constant repetition of sex after sex, but he knew that is what he would get from the teen that lived in the trees.
"You never seem to listen well, do you?" Jet asked and Sokka snapped out of his daze, finding himself being forced to his knees quiet effortlessly by Jet. "I said lie down."
"Jet, I'm tired," Sokka said sincerely, exhaustion clear in his voice, and he didn't fight off the rogue, he just didn't feel like fighting now. "Give me an hour, seriously."
"All you have to do is lie back." Jet said, turning Sokka onto his back and pulling him by his hips to him.
"Bullshit and you know it." Sokka spat bitterly, really not wanting Jet to screw him to tears again, but he couldn't physically fight it, Jet wanted it his way, and he always got it.
"Sure it is." Jet mumbled before crashing their lips together in a non-gentle way that Sokka both hated and loved at the same time. Sokka shut his eyes and tried to imagine that it wasn't Jet, that maybe instead of cold fingers he could feel an intense radiating heat off of the other. Jet moved from his lips to his neck, biting tender caramel skin harder than he should have, more teeth bruises would join the others from earlier. Sokka turned his head away and looked at the wall of the tent, eyes lightly watering from the sharp spurts of pain, even letting out a pained whine at one point.
Sokka's mind was only on one person though and he tried to focus on that instead of the pain. He whimpered, knowing how this endless cycle would conclude; his pride scattered on the floor, left writhing in frustration, begging for release. For some twisted reason, Jet loved to see him beg and plead; it was humiliating and if it didn't feel so good, he wouldn't be doing it.
He gasped a name when Jet bit particularly hard, nearly breaking skin, seeing white for a brief moment from pain and he found Jet had stopped all together, leaving Sokka to catch his breath, wondering why Jet had stopped.
"What did you say?" Jet demanded; irritation was clear in his voice, that wasn't good.
"What?" Sokka asked, confused, not exactly sure what he had said in the moment of pain, but he did have a vague idea in the back of his subconscious, behind the daze of exhaustion.
"You said his name, I heard you." Jet hissed and Sokka held his breath, shocked that he'd said it himself.
"Its not, I don't..." He stumbled to explain himself, he knew he should have never mentioned the fire bender around Jet; but it was only wishful thinking, he knew he could never have him...
"You're still fawning over that bastard?" Jet hissed, "Have you already forgotten what his kind did to your village." Sokka fell silent; no he hadn't forgotten, nor forgiven his mother's death, not while Jet brought it up over and over again. Jet leaned close to Sokka's ear, "You told me you hated fire benders, so why do you swoon for the prince of those pigs?" Sokka looked away, a sadness shading his face.
"I don't swoon over him..." He paused, side stepping the question, "don't bite so hard, I still have to go back with Katara and Aang you know." Jet huffed, taking Sokka's chin in his hand firmly, asserting his dominance over the water tribe teen.
"Stop thinking about him, because you'll never have him." The words were menacingly true and Sokka couldn't look at Jet anymore, jerking his head to the side, irrepressible anguish on his features, eyes watering.
"Just fuck me already." He said and Jet smirked as Sokka shut his eyes tight again; it was so easy to manipulate and control, he almost felt bad for it... almost, but not quite. After all, it was all about control, and he wasn't about to let a Prince Zuko have what was his.
There, I reworded a few things and I feel much better for it. The next chapter will be soon enough, please leave nice reviews