I don't own ATLA and make no money from this.
Set during Boiling Rock Pt 1. I found it odd that Sokka assumed that Zuko would be fine in the cooler. Don't you find that odd?
Rated very mature for silly sexual situations and lots of swearing. Any reviews and criticisms welcome.
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Why is it so fucking cold in here? Sokka had thought a Fire Nation prison would somehow be a little more… firey. Seriously, who builds a prison in a fucking volcano? The same country that uses a giant metal dildo to invade a city, I guess. Worry made him fidget as he peeked around the corner. This whole nation is totally nuts. "Except you Zuko. You're okay."
Zuko threw a suspicious "Thanks?" over his shoulder, realizing it was probably better for all involved to not ask what prompted the comment. Both returned their attentions to their current goal of 'not being caught by a ridiculous amount of guards'. It would be an ignominious defeat indeed if their quest to rescue Sokka's dad ended at 'The Battle of Two Losers Who Didn't Get Any Farther Than The Basement of Boiling Rock'.
This chilly lower level was a little more promising. No guards so far. Sokka had butterflies in his stomach, a little leery of the first bit of good luck since they had arrived. It wasn't all sea prunes and custard tarts though. A hallway of freezers was probably not in need of its own patrol unit but was a little less useful in its 'find a disguise so we don't get our asses beat' aspect they were looking for. The Water Tribe boy scratched his head at the bizarre containers. Was the Fire Lord planning on sending in an elite army of snowmen? Twisted fuck.
Approaching footsteps reverberated off of the copper piping overhead. Zuko nudged him. "Go! Go! Go!"
Sokka's nervousness made him cranky. "Go where? We don't have many options here!"
The empty hallway forced their hand. Zuko latched on to the closest freezer door, mildly surprised when it swung open easily. Even the Water Tribe boy was not prepared for the cold air that blasted them in the face once they got the inner door open. A not so gentle shove sent Sokka flying head first into the giant meat locker.
They wrestled the doors closed, ducking down to avoid being seen. The movement of shadows let them know that their guest had walked past. That was close. Maybe things are looking up. The feeling evaporated as he peered out the tiny window.
A guard was hovering by their door. The short little man was doing a piss poor job of trying to hide something behind his back as he nervously inspected the corridor. Things are looking down. Way down!
"Still there?" hissed Zuko, back to the wall. "What's he doing?"
Sokka ducked down again as the guard made a second pass. "Either the Fire Nation is testing out a new torture device or he's here for tuba practice!"
"What?!?" Their heads collided as they vied for position for a better look.
Helmet gone, the guard was pacing up and down the corridor, mouthpiece of a shiny brass instrument pressed to his lips.
Zuko's puff of disbelief was visible in the cold air. "It's a tsungi horn!" His shoulders sagged. "Why am I not surprised that we get stuck here because of some aspiring musician?"
The squat little guard was going to town on the thing, cheeks billowing like a pelicanfish. Sokka let out an impressed little "Hmph!" when he realized that he couldn't hear their musical jailor at all through the thick insulated door.
"Looks like we're going to be here for a while." The husky note in Zuko's voice made Sokka lose all interest in freezer acoustics.
Sokka shivered as a warm hand trailed up his back, though he was still on edge from their haphazard arrival. "Here? Now?" He couldn't keep the incredulity out of his voice. Or the interest.
"How else are we going to keep warm? Play cards? He won't know we're in here." Zuko raised a single eyebrow. "That is…" Damn it, the boy can even sneer sexy. "Unless you're too picken?"
Blue eyes widened in amazement. Did he just dare me to have sex with him while I'm being the cautious one? This must be opposite day. "How can you be so calm about this?" His dick didn't want to hear any more of that reasonable nonsense. It was fully intrigued by Zuko's plan and wanted to know more. Keep out of this, penis!
Zuko turned serious. "Look, this isn't the first time a decision of mine came back to haunt me. You kinda get used to it after a while." He shrugged. "In the mean time, might as well make the best of it."
That set Sokka back on his heels. Did Zuko really not care that he was possibly risking his future, his life, on a whim? The whim of some pathetically scrawny Water Tribe jackass?
"Bock, bock, bock, bock. Squeeel."
I must have totally gone bonkers. Standing there stone faced, mockingly clucking at him like a picken was the (fucking cocky) former prince of the Fire Nation, exiled (smug asshole) heir to the throne. Was this childish taunt supposed to get him to cave in like a five year old?
Damn straight it would.
Sokka grabbed the other boy by the back of the neck and gleefully licked the dip in the other boy's throat. I think I'm in love. He found himself with an armful of one slightly frayed but toasty warm firebender.
It didn't take long for pants to disappear. Sokka let out a little girly squeak as his bare ass brushed the icey wall. He wouldn't admit it (no way, no how. Nope-nope-nope) but he had become a bit of a cold wimp. During their travels he had started really enjoying the warmer climates. Hope I get a big taste of heat right now.
He was surprised at Zuko's nonchalance at the frigid temperature. "Doesn't the cold bug you?"
The firebender smirked as he pretended to ignore the question, kneeling on the frozen floor to admire the half hard boy in front of him. Glancing up, he let out one long syllable as flames curled from his lips: "No."
Sokka couldn't decide if he wanted to hump the other boy's face or flee in terror. A warm, callused hand took care of that choice by wrapping around his very happy penis. That blazing hot tongue gave him a little lick and he almost lost it. His daydreams could not match the reality, no matter how crazed it got. With those eyes and that mouth, the bastard prince had gotten more than his fair share in the sexy body parts department.
The guard breaking through their only light from the window brought Sokka's lusty high crashing back to earth. Guilt nearly consumed him. Not only did Zuko drop everything to come with him, now he was offering what might possibly be the best hummer on the planet? He thought it was all over once he admitted that he had let Zuko come along without mentioning that they might not be coming back.
So hey, haha, one little detail I forgot to mention was this is a suicide mission! Whoopsie! The prince had every right to hate his guts.
Sokka reached out to the kneeling boy and gently pushed him away. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but you have to STOP!" The wounded look on Zuko's face was exactly what he didn't want. "Sorry! I mean, look. You're risking a lot for me and you don't have to. The last thing you need to give me is this." He brought the other boy to his feet. "If anything, I'm the one who's going to owe you big time if we get out of here in one piece. Like we're talking 'a million blowjobs' big!"
"Is that a promise?"
It was a feat of willpower to not fuck that leer right off Zuko's face.
The Water Tribe boy couldn't speak. How can he not hate me? The uncharacteristic silence stretched out until Zuko spoke up. "Neither of us knows what's going to happen when we go out that door. Might as well as go out with a bang."
All Sokka could do was let out a half hearted chuckle at the crappy pun. I need to make this right. He watched the oblivious tsungi horn player take another silent lap past their door.
"Bock, bock, buc-ock."
I've created an insatiable monster. Thank goodness.
Sokka turned on Zuko with a playful snarl. "Think I'm a big picken, do you?" He spun his evil creation around to face the wall and pressed against Zuko's pert assets. "I'll show you a big bang."
The firebender was grinning like a fool until Sokka's hands reached the sensitive skin of inner thigh. Hitting an octave he probably hadn't reached since the onset of puberty, Zuko yipped as he tried to get away. "Hands! Cold!"
"What?" Sokka said innocently, not letting up on his exploration. "I thought you could deal with the cold." Making Zuko squirm was something he could do all day. And all night.
"Some of me can handle the cold a little less than the rest!" the prince snapped. "Those parts are important to me!"
"Those parts are important to me too." Sokka's chilly hand wrapped around Zuko's cock and twisted, earning a broken high pitched wail.
Startled by the echo in the small chamber, Sokka leaned back to scan the small window for their musical friend. He slumped in relief. Good. Still going at it. Practice makes perfect, my good man.
He returned his attention to his wonderfully wanton creation and reclaimed the important parts with a firm grip. "Tuba-man really can't hear us so you'd better let it all out." Zuko was more than happy to oblige, gasps visibly punctuated with breathy bursts of vapor.
The need to get inside this boy was overwhelming. Sokka hastily stuck a finger in his mouth. Hmm. Guess my hands /are/ cold. Spit cooled rapidly on heated skin as he teased the other boy open gently.
Zuko was having none of that. He jerked back and forth, not sure which hand he wanted, just knowing that he wanted more.
Spirits I had better make this good. "Slow down there, buddy," warned Sokka. He swallowed heavily as the prince gave him a feral growl with a look that radiated pure sex.
The Water Tribe boy nodded vigorously, tongue tripping through his response. "Well, I know we've been working on this negativity problem of yours but after taking the current circumstances into consideration I believe your response is completely appropriate!" Where the hells did that come from? Stop babbling!
Anxiety was still tickling at the base of Sokka's brain. The pressure to make this mind blowing was intense. Hand shaking, he maneuvered to give the firebender what he wanted. He couldn't gain traction. What.. what's happening? Impossibly he was starting to soften.
Traitor! His penis was his lifelong partner in crime! Now, now when he needed full backup was the time his dick had a panic attack? Fate was a total bitch. He suspected that giving Zuko the most disappointing lay ever was not the best way to repay the boy's loyalty. Sokka let out a little whimper as things shriveled even more.
Stop freaking out, you idiot!
Sokka focused his attention on the sweat along the taut lines of Zuko's back. This is not the end!
This did not need to be some last hurrah fuck. They were not going to die in this place. They were going to make it out of this freeer. They were going to find his dad. They were all going to get home safe and he was going to fuck Zuko so long and so hard once they got there that neither of them was going to be able to walk straight for a week.
Ideally that last bit would not happen in front of his dad.
Mr Penis sprang to attention. I knew you wouldn't let me down, old friend! Sokka repositioned and pushed forward. The prince had long since run out of patience. The other boy pushed back. Hard.
They moaned together at the not-quite-ready friction. Sokka's massive pile of neuroses was not fully in check, forcing him to struggle for control. "Hold still or all you're gonna get is the best twenty seconds of your life!" he commanded. His own body ignored him making little involuntary motions as it wanted in-in-in.
They took it slow. It took a little while to get the right fit but when it did it was pitch perfect. So hot it almost burned, so tight it almost hurt. Almost. Confidence restored, the Water Tribe boy took control.
This enthusiasm was just what the firebender was looking for, the first full thrust forcing the boy to catch himself, melting anywhere he touched the icy walls. Zuko refused to yield further, taking anything he could get. The sigh of relief he offered once they found their sweet spot was a thing of beauty.
Sokka played with angles, loving the different tones he could get out of his own personal sexmonster. Deep and throaty or short and high pitched, he wanted it all. He added a firm grip, offering friction to bring a delicious layer of complexity to those cries.
Spirits. This display of raw abandon was empowering and humbling all at once. He doesn't hate me at all. That made him very, very had no idea what he had done to deserve any of this but he wouldn't take it for granted again. He picked up the pace, throwing in every dirty trick he knew, which was quite a lot. Zuko appreciated this. It didn't take much before all of the firebender convulsed, pulsing into the hand waiting for him. Not long after, Sokka followed. Exhausted, they shifted to the floor together.
The prince mumbled incoherently into the Water Tribe boy's shoulder. "What?" Sokka laughed. He pressed his ear to Zuko's shaggy head to hear him better.
"Don't think this gets you out of what you owe me once we escape."
"Pfft, no. That was just a small sample. You'll get The Full Sokka Experience once we're home." Now we just need to find my dad and get out of here. The broad smile he felt against his skin made him forget their troubles for a while.