Chapter 11 and things are getting steamier.


Sokka finally had the opportunity to relax since he had been in this palace. It was time for some self loving and he wasn't going to let anyone get in the way. He sat on his bed, more like lay down and spread his muscled legs. He shut his eyes and started to use the great gift that nature had endowed all men with, fantasy. It was beyond fantasy, really. It was vivid experience, that felt, smelt, and seemed as real as anything. It was as if this all happened or will happen

The fantasy wasn't about Yue or Suki, but turned to Zuko. He was unashamed of it, because Zuko had proven himself to be sexier than either of them. They, in this fantasy were in the forest together. They both were sat on the banks of a river in the Earth Kingdom. Under the canopy of the forest, with only specks of sunlight shining though, they sat legs spread, pants totally kicked off. They were just being two friends, brothers in arms jerking off together, releasing stress. Sokka had an idea.

"How about you take care of each other?" Sokka asked

"I ain't-"

"Just hands, it isn't like that. Just a bit of assistance, nothing funny."

"Fine," Zuko agreed quickly, but not so quickly as to seem eager. Zuko was all for the idea but couldn't push too hard or be seen to be too passive.

Sokka reached over gingerly and Zuko did the same. Sokka took a tentative grasp of Z's dick. It was slightly shorter than his, but also slightly thicker. It was uncut as most of the world was and had turned a very attractive shade of rosy red. Sokka loved how warm it was in his hand as he started the stroke he usually reserved for himself.

Zuko did the same taking Sokka's dick in his hand. Also uncut, Zuko liked how hard I felt in his hand.. He liked how Sokka was already oozing precum and how that precum flowed like a river.

"Fuck," Sokka moaned, "Your hand is warm."

Zuko only leaned back, mouth open in ecstasy as he felt Sokka's gifted hands stroke him.


"I see you started without me," Sokka heard the voice of his lover and opened his eyes.

Zuko was standing at the foot of the bed in his full regal robes complete with shoulder spikes, looking him in the eye. He must have entered silently, with those light footsteps and shut the door behind him.

"I would say so," Sokka didn't stop stroking, as he wasn't embarrassed. In fact, Zuko's gaze made him more excited. "Are you just gonna stand there and watch, or are you going to give me a helping hand."

"I think that I can give you more than a hand," Zuko said, approaching the bed even closer. He started to undo the robes. The top layer of silk hit the floor, making the tent under the sheer fabric obvious. Sokka's eyes darted between Zuko's crotch and those fiery, passionate gold eyes. Then his focus moved to the sensual smirk that Zuko gave when he was ready to fuck. And tonight, this wasn't lovemaking, oh no, there was nothing soft about this. It was powerful temptation and animalistic lust.

"Oh yeah?" Sokka asked, "Tell me what you can do."

"I'll do you one better," Zuko said removing the second and third layers of the robing, "I'll show you."

"A demonstration? That does sound better." Sokka's lust becoming obvious in his voice.

Zuko took off the that last layer of silk. All that remained were the red boxers and the golden shoulder spikes. Zuko unfastened the shoulder spikes and they hit the floor with unceremoniously lod thuds. Fire Lord climbed into bed, but not beside Sokka, at first. Zuko got between Sokka's legs. And forsaking Sokka's cock for a while Zuko, he went up and started sucking on one of Sokka's nipples, swirling his tongue around it, as it stiffened in his mouth.

Zuko switched over to the other making sure the other was being stimulated with his nimble fingers. Soon, Zuko moved up and they were mouth to mouth. Zuko was on top as they started making out, grinding his still covered cock over Sokka's. Sokka's hands started wandering around Zuko's body. It was familiar by now, the rhythm feeling of fabric on skin.

Zuko was winning the current battle for dominance, and as tired as Sokka was, he wasn't going to battle too long. Zuko was very considerate in bed anyway, but as their tongues swirled and Sokka found Zuko's ass, Sokka felt a sort of burning in Zuko that was special. Zuko was going to do something mischievous. They pulled apart to breathe, but Zuko didn't go back in. He went down again.

Zuko was full of lust as he found himself crawling between his lover's hairy legs. He did something that Sokka loved. He positioned himself, his nose only an inch from Sokka's cock, his mouth only an inch from his balls. Sokka flinched in a pleasure as he felt Zuko's warm breath on his skin.

Zuko lightly slapped Sokka's hand away. "This is mine now."

At that moment Zuko took the rod in his hand. Sokka's cock was his scepter as far as he was concerned. He started stroking Sokka with his left hand and fondling the balls with his left, cupping them appreciating their heft.

Sokka's head fell back and he grit he teeth. Sokka was always the first to commend Zuko on those long talented fingers he had. Not only were were the hands talented at pleasuring, but they were warm as continued petting him. No lube necessary yet, Sokka loved the friction.

"Fuuuuck," Sokka moaned, "So warm."

Zuko was encouraged, emboldened by Sokka's helplessness. Zuko turned out to be quite the teaser in bed.

"What? You like this, Sokka?" Zuko started slapping Sokka's dick into his face. Zuko was absolutely delight by the clear, sticky lines of pre-cum that were left across his face. Zuko took his right hand off of Sokka's sack and, using his index finger gathered the pre-cum and sucked it off his finger. Now, using that wet finger, Zuko started collecting the precum from it's source as Sokka was leaking like a faucet.

"Could you stop teasing me already?" Sokka was biting his lip, he looked down and saw Zuko bowed before him, his plump rear in the air, covered in red cloth. He looked into Zuko's eyes glistening with lust. The way the light played around in them, thrilled him, and excited him anew.

Zuko, ever the devil, stuck out his tongue, and starting at Sokka's balls, slowly and only using the tip of his tongue licked all the way up, lapping up the precum. "Teasing? I don't know what you're talking about."

"Just get to it already."

Zuko sighed with fake disappointment. "Alright, fine."

"Thank y-" Sokka didn't have a chance to finish before Zuko was going to town on his cock. Sokka used his hands to guide Zuko's head down. Zuko was going deeper and deeper and was using his firebending to make his mouth nice and warm for the water tribesman.

Zuko was bobbing up and down like the pro he was. Zuko's hand were now fondling his crotch through his underwear. There was a conspicuous dark spot now forming where his pre-cum leaked. He kept up the pace of Sokka's prick as he took off his underwear, slipping it hurriedly down his leg.

"Fuck, Zuko, I'm gonna-"


Monday, October 1, 1900, 1:09 AM

Sokka shot straight up out of bed. He was wasn't a wet dream this time, but his cock was uncomfortably hard and throbbing. He was humiliated. This was the ninth night in a row where he dreamt about how sexy Zuko was to him. It was warm in the room and he was only wearing some pajama bottoms. Red silk of course.

The first three nights, he had gotten up, and hopped into the shower and turned on the coldest water he could. He would wait until the life drained out of his cock and go back to bed, not getting back to sleep at all. He was glad that the shower obscured the tears of frustration that fell down his face when he realized that Zuko was meaning more and more to him than just friend. If he called Zuko cute in his head once more he was going to scream. He wanted to make Zuko happy, make him feel 'good'. Sokka was a little slow on the uptake and in a degree of denial. He did not quite know what making him feel 'good' meant.

On nights four through six, he just sat in bed, still crying, but less as he stroked himself through the cloth. He wouldn't quite cum, but he would simply stare rather blankly at the ceiling, contemplating what these feelings meant. Ironically, he took on the quite Zukonian task of pondering his destiny. It was a lot less clear now that he was now entangled in a winding sheet of political intrigue. He was growing fonder and fonder of Zuko, but what would that affection mean? Zuko liked him, but was this feeling too dangerous? Did it threaten Zuko's place in the throne? What would all those stuffy Sages think? What were the constitutional ramifications of all of this?

What would his father think? Katara? Aang? Toph? How would they react?

The last three evening found him wanting to pick up the telephone and talk to Zuko. He didn't know about what, but he wanted to hear Zuko's voice. He wanted Zuko beside him. Maybe they could even share the same bed. Again, Sokka was glossing over (ever so lightly) the reason he would want to share a bed with Zuko. It wasn't just sex, truly. Sokka wanted intimacy with him. It made him feel right to have Zuko with him. Zuko may not have been his prince, but Zuko was starting to command his heart and his thoughts.

Let's not kid ourselves though. Sokka, as any eighteen year old boy would be, was still quite interested in sex. He was horny all the time especially with all the sheer fabrics these aristocrat types (and now he) wore. He wanted to get personally acquainted with every square inch of Zuko's body, every groove and dimple, every orifice. He wanted to see if those things he had read about firebenders were true, where their mouths really warmer? Did they really exhale smoke when they were in ecstasy? Could they really breathe fire when they orgasmed? Where they really completely smooth and hairless down there? Freely now, he came to the thought of Zuko giving him… what did Zuko call it?... uh, right, a blowjob. He would rub away and thick lines of cum would cover his chest. He would get himself semi-hard thinking of Zuko lapping it up. His cock would come back to full length, girth, and rigidity thinking about Zuko's body glistening with oil and sweat. His fascination was with Zuko's muscles now. The Fire Lord was lean and Sokka found himself wanting to lick every single inch of Zuko. He wanted to taste him, to feel his heat.

Sokka was in the throes of a powerful emotion. He couldn't suppress it and he damn sure wasn't going to anymore. He had denied this for too long. It started when the Prince invaded the tribe in that hot uniform with the shoulder spikes. It smoldered as they played cat and mouse while travelling the world. The embers got hotter as Zuko came over to the good side and was with him constantly. Now it was a full golden blaze, just like the color of Zuko's eyes.

Yea, Sokka had finally come to the realization that he wanted Zuko. He wanted him in every way. He wanted his heart, his mind, his body, his soul. He wanted Zuko.

And he wanted Zuko BAD.

The very thought of Zuko made him…

Sokka struggled for a word… The very thought of Zuko made him…

Gay. Not simply happy, or content, or gleeful, or delighted but gay.

Now here was the tricky part for Sokka. How was he going to tell Zuko. Should he wait? Should he try to do it slowly? Should he pick up that telephone right now and confess? As Sokka pondered there was a similar perturbation (and masturbation) happening down the hallway.

If only Zuko knew...

First, that Sokka had finally come to terms with the fact that there was a burning attraction towards him that were reciprocated.

Second, that he and Sokka were having the same dream at the same time each night.

Third, that Sokka was now plotting to see him naked and get them naked together.


Zuko had been less ashamed of his feelings, though over the last few weeks, was losing hope. It seemed to become more and more possible for his love to go unrequited. One of his ancestors had lived and died a virgin (or so she said). When she died in 1603, his family had come into the line of succession. If he were to do the same, there was no telling who would succeed him, or verily, if the institution would continue to exist.

The two loves of his life were impossible as far as he knew. Mai was dead and Sokka was a heterosexual. He was depressed by those facts.

He knew for his sake that he should not have felt that way. And, if he could not help feeling it, he could not let it show. He would be reticent and reserved in all things.

No.

He could not do that either. That kind of silent, emotional retardation caused the war. It caused the imperialism that defined the last century. It was without a word that the attitudes and policies that allowed for the attempted takeover of the world and scarred to nation's reputation crept into the minds of his people. These people, His people were known for their great industry and resolve, but they were also known for their accepting, fun-loving, dancy, with a sense of knowing when to enjoy life.

Those latter characteristics were wiped out by a century of dutiful service in pursuit of something unattainable, and unwittingly (to the people) evil and wrong.

Zuko was readying himself to love Sokka and for that love to be one-sided.

If only he knew.

Sometimes, he wished that he could just pick up the telephone and confess his love for the Water Tribe boy. Zuko would give up the Nation, give up his crown, scepter, and dignity (of title) if it meant he could be with Sokka.

Whatever the case was, he knew that something big was going to happen between them, He and Sokka. He didn't know what it was, but he was approaching the change with dread and anticipation. Something was telling him that it was going to be good. Any time now, he expected the Water Tribesman to bust through the door and ravage him.

Maybe one day it would happen. Weeks ago, Sokka had said that Zuko's soulmate was much closer than he could have imagined. Sokka had not meant to, but he gave Zuko a growing feeling that his soul mate was so close that he could touch him or talk to him on the telephone.

It was one in the morning, and he was not going to disturb Sokka's sleep. He was certain that Sokka was asleep, probably dreaming about something as far away from his place as he could.

Zuko was certain that he was going to need to get the both of them away from the palace soon, just to take a break from all of the developments going down. He would think about that more in the morning.

"Maybe I could get us a weekend at Ember Island, just to fish, hunt, and have a barbeque." Zuko was kidding himself when the real thoughts came to the forefront, a he paced the hardwood floor. "Might seduce him too. What's Friday? The fifth? We could leave Friday afternoon come back on Sunday night. It's only seventy miles from here."

He looked back at the clock in his room.

1:44

Zuko climbed back into bed and lay on top of the sheets. He was wistful and hopeful. He had the butterflies the same way he did when he was twelve and he thought about Mai all night. It was the same attraction he had to Sokka, though being an adult now (or close, 17 for a couple more months now). He could express it more deeply. It was more than a crush. Zuko had said it before, but he was moving away from a passive hope that fate would bring them together.

Just twenty minutes ago, Zuko was content to let Sokka pass him by. But no longer. He rose out of bed and started pacing again. He was going to have Sokka and nobody in the world was going to stop him. Zuko was going to go imperializing. He wanted to be the prince of Sokka's heart, his mind, his body, his soul. He wanted Sokka.

AND HE WANTED HIM BAD.

Every bit off him, those big blue eyes, those broad muscled shoulders. Water Tribe men were supposed to be hairy… was Sokka? Did he shave down there? Was that package really as big as the rumors suggested? Could Sokka really go all night long? How far could Sokka shoot his load? How much of it was there? How did that cream look contrasted in that mocha skin of his? What did Sokka taste like? Was he a good kisser. The thoughts were carnal and Zuko knew that. Was there any more guilt about those thoughts?

Not even a little.

If only Sokka knew...

First, that Zuko was no longer just going to sit on the sidelines, but actively pursue him.

Second, that Zuko was going to use some cunning measures and seductive tricks in the pursuit of happiness. Zuko had some ideas to try and create the mood that someone like Sokka would appreciate.

Third, that Zuko's happiness would hinge upon whether or not Sokka loved him. Zuko was never one to gamble, but now Zuko was wagering everything he held dear for Sokka. In a move that reminded him of why he admired Sokka; he threw his all into this and was more focused on the goal than anything else. Destiny wasn't his care now, just pursuing the ultimate happiness. Sokka would be the keeper of his heart, the master of his liberty and Zuko would not be a Fire Lord, so much as he would be, in the most loving possible way, Sokka's slave.