This fic is set at the end of the day they met Jet, just after the celebration when he tells Sokka they could use his help the next day. Sorry, Zuko isn't even in this chapter really, but just remember we managed to make it through entire episodes of the real series without seeing Zuko, as hard as it was.
The main pairing for this chapter is Jet and Sokka… sorry. *sweatdrop* I promise it will lead to future Sokka and Zuko ness.
Warnings: Yaoi Lemon, semi-non-con o.O' hand job (for this chapter only)
This fic is betaed by and dedicated to my lovely girlfriend Ritsu-chan.
A little of the "Jet" episode is summarized via Sokka's thoughts in this fic in order to try and maintain the flow of the fic. Everyone please go watch the episode if you can. ^_^ I claim no rights to Avatar the Last Airbender. It is a property of Nickelodeon Studios. Everyone go watch it and drool at its awesomeness!!!
The Trouble In Being Zuko or Sokka
Chapter 2 "Sokka's Instincts"
(Season 1) Location: Jet's Forest Compound
Sokka strutted alongside Jet, feeling oddly happy after his recent feelings of annoyance earlier in the day. Maybe this Jet guy was cooler than he thought. The guy was definitely acknowledging what a strong warrior the Water Tribe boy was. The forest dwelling teen began to explain to him about their group's intended mission the next day to watch for more incoming Fire Nation Soldiers and how they could really use the help if Sokka was up for it. Sokka grinned, beginning to feel far less jealous and far more admiring of Jet, and by the end of their walk, Sokka and Jet were using secret hand shakes and bumping fists.
As they reached their destination Sokka looked up and around. They had just made their way to a different section of the tree-house compound, but before Sokka could say anything to question where they were Jet lifted the skin covering the door and motioned Sokka inside.
"I thought you might stay at my place tonight so the Avatar and your sister can sleep in a bit more. I'm sure they could use the rest." *wink*
Sokka shrugged, figuring it probably was a good idea not to wake them too early given the walk today that his 'instincts' had put them all on. A small drop of sweat trickled down Sokka's head at that thought, and he was rather grateful when Jet offered him a drink from a skin on his belt.
The liquid in Jet's water skin tasted odd. It was very strong, thick, bitter, and gave Sokka a strange warm feeling after drinking some of it, but Sokka wasn't used to turning down any offering of food or food-like things so he took a few gulps gratefully before handing the skin back to Jet who just grinned ear to ear and gave Sokka another odd wink.
"So, Sokka, do have a lot of girlfriends back in the Water Tribe?" Jet questioned as he motioned for Sokka to have a seat on the big futon-like furniture piece in the hut. This and a couple of barrels that seemed to be used as tables were the only furniture pieces in Jet's hut. Sokka thought nothing of it being this place was still far less humble than his igloo back home that he shared with Katara and Gran-Gran. He instead focused on what he could say to Jet to make himself seem cooler.
"W-Well… there aren't really any girls left back home thanks to the Fire Nation… b-but you can be sure I've gotten real close to some pretty girls on the trip, Sokka declared with a wink, as he silently prayed the gesture would make him look more rugged and experienced.
In truth, Sokka had no real idea what he was talking about, but it sounded cool. Besides, he couldn't just let this one go after Katara's earlier chides which involved his lack of experience in the girl kissing department. It was bad enough being made fun of by his own sister, but he wasn't sure if he could take being made fun of by Jet.
Jet gave a small frown and sat next to Sokka, looking into his eyes.
"Not me, man… Thanks to the fucking Fire Nation there are no teenaged girls left in this area… I guess you've totally got me beat on experience, huh?"
Sokka's mouth gaped; he had no idea what to say. He suddenly felt terrible for what had seemed like such a little lie a few short moments before.
"W-Well, I guess I don't have that much experience with girls… I mean… We haven't traveling all that long, and eh, not too many girls want to get all that close to a guy who is going to have to leave at any moment… err…"
Jet smiled knowingly and leaned himself on an arm against the back of his make-shift futon, still looking deep into Sokka's now remorseful big blue eyes.
"Don't sweat it Sokka… everyone else here thinks I'm totally the ladies man too. A guy's gotta' keep up his rep right?"
Sokka sighed, looking down at his hands bashfully.
"S-Sorry…I err…"
Jet suddenly took both of Sokka's hands into his own, drawing Sokka's eyes to look into his own mysterious darkened eyes once again.
"You have nothing to apologize for, Sokka. The Fire Nation is the ones who should be apologizing… those bastards! If it wasn't for them I'm sure we would both have adorable girlfriends."
Sokka nodded slightly, feeling a bit speechless for once in his life. He could hardly make any sort of sarcastic joke about something as serious as this.
Jet let a soft sigh cross his lips and moved closer, still holding Sokka's hands gently between his own. Sokka felt odd and warm, not only from his unusual drink earlier but also from the warm hands clutching his own. He felt as if Jet truly was lonely and hurt by all of the bad things that had happened to him. He would have reached out and hugged the guy, but he was worried that would seem a bit strange coming from another guy at their age. So, Sokka just bit his lip a little and raised his eyebrows in worry, trying to think of something funny to say to lift the mood. Just as Sokka was about to tell his joke about the two otter-moose, Jet broke in with a rather poignant question for a hormonal teenage boy,
"S-Sokka, have you ever wondered what it would be like to kiss a girl?"
Sokka blushed deep. Jet definitely had figured out that he had been exaggerating. Sure, he'd kissed Suki, but it was a mere quick peck, and truth be told, Suki had been the one to kiss him. He decided to just pretend like this wasn't absolutely humiliating and just answer the question.
"Heh... What guy hasn't? Am I right?"
Jet declared as he smirked and quirked an eyebrow at Sokka to help punctuate his point.
"Ever thought about tryin' it out so when you finally do find a girl she won't think you're terrible at it?"
Sokka didn't want to say anything about his practice sessions with pieces of fruit when his sister and Aang weren't around so he managed to squeek out, "H-How…er… you mean with your hand or something… err… I mean…" *blush*
Jet's smirk grew. The inexperienced, not to mention adorable, Water Tribe boy was playing right into his hands. This was almost too easy, and tomorrow he would have the boy's sister and the Avatar help with his plans to flood out the fire nation, but NOW was time for fun.
"W-Well I thought every guy had tried it with his hand… and fruit…"
Sokka face-faultered a little.
"I was thinking we might have a hand up on every other guy if we… well… maybe it's a stupid idea…"
Jet slipped his hands off of Sokka's slowly to give him a little space for this next bit and looked down at his own lap now, looking up only with his eyes and a soft puppy look.
"W-What's a stupid idea? I mean… Aang told me some old Monk guy told him 'there are no stupid ideas just foolish people with closed minds', if that makes sense…"
"Yeah Sokka, I guess it's pretty wise, actually. You're a pretty smart guy."
Sokka smiled and squared his shoulders, sticking out his chest with pride.
"Yep. Yep. So, what is this idea of yours?"
Jet looked down at his lap again, being careful to time this just right while trying hard to seem as bashful and inexperienced as possible.
"W-Well, I was just thinking that since neither of us had much experience that we could well… practice together and give each other tips."
"Y-You mean with fruit?"
"Well, actually I was thinking we'd look pretty dumb kissing fruit and I don't really know how seeing how each other looks while kissing will help all that much so…"
Jet let a silence fall, waiting to see if Sokka would draw his own conclusions, which he did, much to Jet's chagrin.
Sokka blinked a few times, feeling really embarrassed, but oddly curious too, his teenaged boy hormones getting a bit of the better of him.
"Soooo… you think we should… try kissing each other?"
Jet had to bite the inside of his mouth a bit to keep from smiling too much.
"Well, I was going to suggest we practiced on each other's hands, but your idea sounds ok too. I mean, that probably is the best way to assure we'll become great kissers… although it IS sort of embarrassing… but we wouldn't have to TELL anyone…"
Jet glanced up at Sokka's eyes again, somewhat hopefully, still playing bashful.
Sokka turned a deep shade of crimson, wondering why he had suggested such a thing when Jet's idea had been so much less humiliating in comparison, but the idea was sort of tempting. He HAD spent quite a lot of time lately thinking about what kissing would be like. Maybe this was what teen guys did when they were palling around; practice kissing, talk about hot girls, exchange battle strategies… Sokka wasn't really sure, but the kissing idea was becoming more tempting each time he thought about it, and he knew he couldn't just let the awkward silence stretch on much further.
"I… er… I guess… it's like fighting… I mean… the best way to get better IS to practice…" Sokka wiped a bit of nervous sweat from his brow as he willed himself to stay cool.
"As usual, you are SO right, Sokka… but… are you sure you want to… I mean… I don't see how it could HURT anything…"
Sokka shrugged. He guessed Jet was right. Practicing kissing couldn't HURT anything and if anything, it would make him a better kisser for future girlfriends so he wouldn't have to worry whether he was doing it right or not.
"Uh… how should we…"
Jet let a small smile show.
"Maybe we could start with where to put our hands. I mean, I always wonder what I should do with my hands."
This thought relaxed Sokka a little. They didn't have to jump right in to kissing. There were all sorts of positioning details that needed to be worked out.
"That's a good point… Where do YOU think is a good place?"
Jet took a drink from his skin and offered a drink to Sokka who gladly accepted, his mouth feeling parched from all of the recent embarrassing talk, although he supposed it had been just as embarrassing for Jet.
"Maybe we should start with hugging then. I mean, that might be a good way to figure out ideal hand placements."
Sokka burped a little and handed the skin back to Jet feeling a bit cozy and warm. He figured he was probably just a little fuzzy from all of the day's activities. Sokka took a deep breath and held out his arms with an awkward smile, praying this wasn't some sort of secret humiliating joke Jet was playing on him. The Water-Tribe teen was quite surprised when Jet answered silently by gently pulling Sokka onto his lap a little as his arms wrapped around the younger teen. Sokka felt pleasantly surprised as the awkwardness began to melt away a little and he found his fingers moving up Jet's back slowly to land in his hair as he inhaled Jet's scent. The other boy smelled of green tree sap, a very curious scent to the arctic-raised boy.
Jet smiled greedily over Sokka's shoulder.
"This isn't too bad. Does it feel ok to you, Sokka?"
Sokka wanted to answer out loud, but he feared his voice might crack a bit more than usual so he nodded and squeezed Jet a bit tighter, gasping a little as their chests touched. He finally managed to whisper, "A-Are my hands in the right places?"
Jet nodded softly and reached a hand up to gently tug at Sokka's hair tie, which he pulled from Sokka's hair and tied around his own wrist.
Sokka was surprised but didn't get a chance to protest as Jet made his intentions clear, using his fingers to massage Sokka's scalp which just felt really relaxing and caused the younger teen to make a soft "mm…" to which he quickly covered with "ah… That… You… You're pretty good at this… err…"
Jet knew he had Sokka just where he wanted him so he leaned even closer to Sokka and whispered into his ear with hot breath.
"You too, Sokka. Maybe we should move on to the next part."
Before Sokka could answer Jet's mouth closed around the top of his ear and softly began to lick. Sokka made a soft squeek and his eyes widened as the sensation went straight toward a certain spot in his pants. He sharply inhaled in attempt to calm himself but didn't make it very far on the calming front before Jet's lips suddenly met his own, and Jet's warm tongue probed into his mouth without warning. Sokka felt somewhat pleasantly surprised as the other boy's tongue caressed his own and he slowly adjusted himself to returning the motion. He felt the only unfortunate thing was the rather mortifying tightening in his own pants. When Jet finally pulled away both boys were left panting.
"That's pretty good, Sokka, I think we're getting the hang of this."
Sokka nodded and was astounded to find himself eagerly leaning in as Jet leaned in for another kiss. This kiss was much faster and rougher, but it felt amazing, and Sokka was taken aback by the new sensations as he felt one of Jet's hands slide down his back to cup at his butt. Sokka wasn't sure if a girl would like this or not, but he certainly found himself hard pressed to stop the kiss and mention it. Instead he squeezed harder on Jet's back, pulling himself even more into the other boys lap, which was becoming rather awkward with their leg positions sticking off the futon.
Before Sokka could struggle for a better position Jet was laying back on the futon and positioning Sokka to lie atop him, straddling the forest dweller. Sokka thought nothing of it finding this position to be much more comfortable and much easier to kiss Jet. Before long, the two boys were forced to part for air once again and Sokka let his head rest over Jet's shoulder as he panted and gave a little kiss to Jet's ear. Both of Jet's hands were now on Sokka's bottom, squeezing just a little. Sokka's teeth suddenly clenched as he realized his rock hard boner was pushed up against Jet, but then he sighed a bit of relief as he realized the other boy was still wearing his armor which was poking Sokka rather uncomfortably in various places.
Jet brought a hand up to stroke at Sokka's back and continued to squeeze at Sokka's bottom with the other hand. Before Sokka realized what was happening he could feel the collar of his shirt was falling loosely off his shoulder. He reached to adjust his collar from Jet's chest where one of his own arms had been resting. The other hand was still in Jet's hair. Sokka was beginning to feel a bit awkward now as he wondered if they would stop or talk about how the kissing was or what, but his thoughts were interrupted again as Jet spoke up.
"Wow Sokka… You really are good at this."
Sokka leaned up and smiled bright at Jet, feeling a bit relieved for some reason.
"You're pretty good yourself. I don't think you even need the practice. If I…"
Sokka didn't get to finish as Jet cut him off with a quick little kiss. Sokka giggled a little, feeling warm and stunningly comfy as he tagged the boy right back with a quick kiss before feeling Jet's hand slip into the back of his collar and run down his bare back, causing Sokka's collar to slip right back off his shoulder once again. The calluses on Jet's hands felt surprisingly erotic to Sokka. They were the mark of a seasoned warrior and this idea made Sokka almost crave Jet's touches which caused him to gasp at his own thoughts. How could he think such a thing about another boy?!
Jet could feel the other teen beginning to tense above him and decided it was time to quicken his moves again before the other teen had too much time to think. He moved his mouth onto Sokka's once again for a deep fast rough kiss as his hand caused the rest of Sokka's tunic to tumble from his shoulders, making the perfect spot for Jet to move down with his mouth, biting and sucking, making sure to only mark the places where Sokka's tunic normally covered.
Sokka couldn't help but squeak and moan under Jet's ministrations, and he quickly moved his own mouth to Jet's neck, refusing to be outdone. That's when Jet's mouth moved to one of Sokka's nipples, teasing and sucking. Sokka struggled to hold his hips still now as his chest arched into Jet's mouth and his hands clutched at Jet's chest through his armor tunic, his thoughts unable to keep up with his actions.
Jet began to wish he'd removed his armor before he'd started this as armor removal would now be rather awkward, but he hoped to time it just right. He felt Sokka's legs tense on either side of him and knew this was the right time to make more of a move as he let his hips tilt up ever so slightly.
Sokka squeaked again, much to Jet's amusement, and felt himself push slightly back against Jet's added pressure to his groin. Jet answered in kind and Sokka just lost it as he found himself grinding harder into Jet again and again.
Jet knew if he didn't slow the other boy this would all end a bit too soon so he used this opportunity to sit up and tug off his armor top.
Sokka blinked a couple of times, feeling his cheeks spread with blush as he watched the other boy, suddenly feeling like he himself had started something really humiliating. His legs tensed again and his arms came to cross across his own, now bare, chest as he sat atop Jet, still straddling him and willing himself to hold still. He gave sort of a goofy face as Jet looked up at him and tilted his hips up to remove his uncomfortable armor panel belt.
"This is poking me… I bet it doesn't feel too comfortable to you either," Jet simply stated, rather calmly.
Sokka bit at his bottom lip and panted, trying hard to calm down and assess the situation. What was he doing?! How had he ended up making out with another boy?! He clambered for something witty to say.
"Heh… g-guess we got uh… c-carried away… er… one time Aang got carried away while he was peeling a potato for Katara and he peeled it so fast there was only a little nut sized bit left when he was…"
Jet realized that the other boy was starting to panic himself from thinking too much again so he cut him off once more with a hot deep kiss as his arms wrapped around him and pulled him to lay back atop his now bare chest.
Sokka shuddered and struggled to regain rational thought as his bare chest pressed tight to Jet's. Jet just kissed him and massaged in his hair for a bit longer until he was feeling a bit more relaxed once again. This wasn't so bad. So what if Jet was a boy. It wasn't a big deal. They were just practicing and no one was going to find out so it wasn't that big of a deal, right?
Sokka's thoughts dissolved completely as he felt one of Jet's hands slide into the back of his pants, but before he could react Jet's hips tilted forward again and Sokka found himself grinding with the other warrior, his own hips moving completely out of control. Soon, both of Jet's hands were in the back of Sokka's pants where they squeezed tight and blinded him with sexual pleasure and desire which is why when one of Jet's hands moved to the front to wrap around Sokka's arousal the younger teen did nothing to stop him.
Jet kept his movements on Sokka's erection very slow as he tried hard to get him used to the sensation so that he didn't orgasm too quickly.
All rational thought drifted entirely out of Sokka's head now as he bucked into Jet's hand while his eyes rolled back in his head and the calluses on Jet's hands drove him mad.
Jet was very opportunistic and used this moment to pull out his own penis and slide it against Sokka's. This only drove the dark skinned boy more wild, and he found himself gingerly reaching to help Jet in his strokes. Soon, the two of them rubbed and bucked together as they kissed, and Sokka bit Jet's lip, splitting it a little in the place normally covered by his ever present wheat grass he always seemed to chew on. Jet responded to Sokka's nip by poking his finger ever so slightly into Sokka's rear. This pushed Sokka over the edge and he shot hard, covering Jet's chest in cum. Seeing the sensuality of Sokka's ejaculation finished Jet off who added cum of his own to the mix.
Sokka fell atop Jet, exhausted, and covered in semen as his hand loosened around Jet's penis. His head just lay limp on Jet's chest as he fought hard to stay awake and to figure out what to say, but sleep soon took him as he still felt very fuzzy and warm.
Jet awoke the freshly cleaned Sokka early the next morning, shoving fresh hot porridge into his hands before he could manage to say anything. He found himself already mostly dressed save his boots and weapons. It was almost like last night had never happened and despite his deep embarrassment part of him just felt really good. He wolfed his porridge down and stood stretching with a smile starting to form. He supposed there was no reason to really be upset. If Jet wasn't upset or anything then why should he be, right?
Sokka was even beginning to wonder if the whole thing had been a dream anyway when Jet suddenly leaned forward and kissed his cheek.
"We should get going. We've got important work to do," Jet stated with a wink.
Sokka took a moment to give a slightly shocked look before he hopped to his feet. Jet was right. There was work to be done. There was no time to focus on something like last night right now.
Ten minutes later found the two boys joined by the rest of Jet's group as they scouted for Fire Nation. Sokka tried hard to just play it cool and pretend to look as experienced as possible while completely distracted by the preceding night's events. What had it all meant? Why had Jet kissed him that morning? Sokka began to think that the previous night had meant a lot more than just training or practicing, and he wondered if he minded that thought. Just as Sokka had almost concluded that maybe he didn't mind the thought that himself and Jet could be so close and possibly even a couple, an old man from the fire nation showed up, and Jet began to act crazy.
Sokka watched in horror as Jet and his group attacked, beat, and robbed the older Fire Nation gentleman, and all thoughts of the previous night being anything but a huge mistake began to quickly dissipate.
Sokka rushed back to tell Katara and Aang what had happened with the Fire Nation man, but neither of them seemed to be around. So he just sat against a tree, thinking. Jet seemed to have all of them wrapped around his finger with his great charismatic personality. That's when Sokka realized, in horror, that Jet had had him wrapped around his little finger too. Jet had manipulated him. It all made sense to Sokka now as he felt something sink in the pit of his stomach. Jet had… used him.
When Aang finally made it back from wherever he'd been, probably off playing with the others, Sokka tried desperately to convince Aang and Katara as he told them repeatedly how he didn't trust Jet because he was messed and they should just leave. He even made sure to call Jet Katara's girlfriend because a little nagging part of him was terrified one of them might figure out what had happened with him and Jet. Sokka told them the whole story of what had happened with the old man, and to his shock, Aang and Katara didn't believe him. Katara had even made Jet a hat! Jet just covered the whole thing up with some lame story about the guy being a secret assassin sent to kill Jet. The others bought Jet's story hook, line, and sinker, but not Sokka.
Sokka knew now that Jet had manipulated him and would probably do the same to anyone to get what he wanted. The Water Tribe boy was now just desperate to get out of there and leave all of this behind him, but his sister refused to leave, still determined to put her trust in Jet. Sokka skipped dinner that night for one of the only times in his life and hardly slept which proved useful as he awoke to find Jet's team up to something. He followed the team into the woods and overheard Jet's plans to blow up the dam and flood the city which left him horrified. Unfortunately, little time passed before Sokka's prying eyes were discovered and he was captured by some of Jet's group. Sokka knew now that there was nothing that Jet wouldn't do to get something he wanted, and he realized that all of the other night's talk between the two of them must have been manipulative lies. He was so furious at Jet he could almost spit on him.
Jet's minions took Sokka out into the forest, tied him up to a tree, and left him there, where he began to struggle, desperate to diffuse Jet's insane plans and wondering why Jet had told them to just leave. That's when Jet showed up.
"I thought you understood me, Sokka. I thought you understood our fight."
Sokka grimaced and glared at Jet hard, staring deep into his eyes.
"You used me, and now you're planning to murder all of those people!"
Jet scoffed and stepped closer.
"I'm planning to save all of those people from the tyranny of the fire nation, and you used me just as much. You loved it, Sokka."
Sokka's bottom lip began to quiver though his glare became darker.
"You lied to me… you manipulated me."
Jet shook his head and stepped a lot closer, leaning forward to breath hot words onto Sokka's ear.
"You wanted me to. You wanted me to give you permission so I told you what you needed to hear and you loved it."
Sokka gasped, his body suddenly trembling and his stomach dropping.
"T-That's not true!!! You're trying to manipulate me again, but I won't fall for it! I won't let you kill all of those people!" and with that statement, Sokka broke free of the tree and tackled Jet, punching him in the ribs with his tied together fists.
Jet fought back, rolling on the grass with Sokka as they struggled, but in the end Jet ended up atop Sokka, pinning the other teen's hands above his head.
Sokka peered up at Jet with loathing and malice so he was quite shocked when the forest dweller leaned down and kissed him. Had Jet no shame?! As far as Sokka was concerned he'd made it pretty clear that he did not like or trust Jet so he wondered why the named offender had just learned forward and kissed him out of nowhere.
"Let me go! I'm not going to let you blow up the dam!"
Jet ignored Sokka's words and began to kiss and suck at Sokka's ear, causing the warrior beneath him to struggle and squirm as he mouthed his protests.
"What the hell are you doing?! S-Stop it! I'm trying to talk to you! You can't blow up the mmm… Stop it!"
Jet continued to ignore Sokka's protests as he continued to appeal to Sokka's 'instincts' by weaseling a hand into Sokka's tunic as the appalled teen struggled beneath him, but when Jet pinched at Sokka's nipple the boy lost rational thought for a minute and arched into the touch ever so slightly. This only egged Jet on and before Sokka could regain clear thought Jet had tugged down his pants and wrapped a hand around his hard erection.
Much of Sokka's struggles turned to writhing and Jet used the opportunity to apply salve to his fingers from a jar in his pouch. When Sokka noticed that Jet had let go of his still bound hands he tried to bring them forward to push Jet away, but Jet quickly subdued Sokka once more when he inserted a slickened finger into Sokka's rear with his other hand as he squeezed tighter on Sokka's erection with his free hand.
Sokka bucked wildly at first, but then tried to struggle free of Jet once again, hissing and moaning too much to demand that the other teen stop once more. Unfortunately for Sokka, Jet found the one place he'd been looking for in Sokka and began to stroke at it. Sokka went wild, struggling at first, but soon he actually began to push Jet's probing fingers further into himself as his mind blanked of all rational things like saving villages, and he found himself full of desperate desire for nothing but raw pleasure.
Jet's smile was now quite greedy as he released Sokka's erection entirely and slowed his probing fingers in attempt to provoke a reaction in Sokka. Sokka groaned and continued to move onto Jet's fingers as Jet watched in satisfaction. Sokka's hands came forward shoving Jet away but then clutching at his tunic to pull him forward as the boy's teeth dug into his bottom lip and he struggled to regain his self control. To Jet, this struggle of power within the other boy was a beautiful sight. He wanted to drag it on forever but knew he had work to be done. Jets fingers probed deeper as he leaned forward to kiss the writhing boy and nip at an ear, but to Jet's surprise Sokka began to struggle and managed to punch into his semi-captor's stomach with his tied fists. This and the lack of time was definitely a sign to Jet that it was time to end this game for now. There would be plenty of time for sex later, but right now there was a battle to be won. Jet sucked harder on Sokka's ear and quickened his fingers inside of Sokka, forcing the wolf-tailed boy to suddenly scream with ecstasy as he came harder than he ever had, not that he had ever came in the presence of another person before meeting Jet.
Sokka's cheeks were now burning as Jet removed his fingers and slickly cleaned them on a pre-moistened cloth he had in his pouch. Jet wiped up Sokka as well, to the other teen's astonishment and distress. As he regained conscious thought Sokka began to struggle hard as hot tears he willed not to drip burned his eyes. Sokka refused to shed a single tear as he used Jet's distractions redressing him to sock Jet's gut once more, knocking the wind out of him.
This was Sokka's chance; he jumped to his suddenly uneven feet and began to sprint as he made quick work of removing his hands from the ropes. This all went pretty well despite Sokka's shaky legs and he managed to make it pretty far until he ran straight into Pipsqueak and Smellerbee who managed to somehow get the jump on him once again and were soon tying his hands together as Jet caught up. Jet instructed the two of them to take Sokka further into the forest as he left to deal with the explosives, leaving Sokka after catching the boy's eyes to give a smug wink. Sokka was furious and soon made quick work of escaping. He knew someone as shrewd as Jet would have several backup plans though so he went to the village and convinced everyone to vacate.
Sokka was so grateful when he arrived back to find Aang and Katara had also discovered Jets treachery. It was incredibly gratifying to finally get to leave. As the gang flew off and the others thanked Sokka in their own way he forced a bitter smile to his lips, trying hard not to think of all that Jet had taken from him. He swallowed hard and willed his eyes not to fill with tears as he smiled even harder, reminding himself that he should be happy since they were finally leaving. Everything was fine… Well, everything was going to be fine once they were away from Jet. Sure, he had some bad/confusing memories but they were only memories. According to Sokka's instincts everything was going to be fine now, wasn't it?
Zuko trained hard on the deck. All of his instincts told him that he just needed more training, to fight harder and faster, and the Avatar would be his. Capturing the Avatar would not only make him a hero and allow him entry back into his home but also would give him the love, respect, and attention he so desperately craved; though he tried so greatly to deny these wishes even to himself. Zuko's instincts told him that capturing that Avatar was linked to capturing all of his heart's most desperate desires. According to Zuko's instincts everything was going to be fine now that he'd found the Avatar existed, wasn't it?
TBC…
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