-Throws herself at reader's feet- Don't hurt me! I know I should have been working on this chapter, but lemons are so hard! I have trouble with wanting things to be anatomically and emotionally right. Plus I've been writing further along in the story, which doesn't get this scene done. Yes, I know, I'm a procrastinator. Damn me.
And I haven't mentioned it before, but this is a sex, then love story; not a love then sex, then end story. And I think some things have to start with a big push, and amazingly I think I keep them more in character this way. Besides, Zuko isn't with the avatar group so it's not like they have time to build a great relationship, not yet at least.
I'm giving too much away, sorry, just read.
And I warn the squeamish:
YAOI LEMON! SKIP TO NEXT CHAPTER IF YOU'RE SQUIRMISH OR ARE DISGUSTED BY TWO GUYS HAVING GRAPHIC SEX! If you just don't like gay guys: WHY ARE YOU READING THIS?
-Smiles pleasantly- Thank you for reviewing everyone, the reviews have been encouraging, lets see if you all review for this chapter just as much.
Zuko lay still in the dark, listening to each breath they took. That sound alone was enough to calm him, a steady rhythm of air. He allowed his mind to wonder, thinking about the current situation. It was quite obvious that Sokka had come from that village that the supplies were going to, and that the avatar was still in the village. It would be useless to try to go after the air monk at the moment though; traveling miles to the village, which was probably on the avatar's side, with no ship and no back up would be pointless and a waste of time. And the next problem was that the air bender could fight, very, very well...
Sokka took in a breath and sighed softly, stirring the prince out of his thoughts and his focus falling on the darker skinned teen. Sokka was now producing his own body heat now that he wasn't freezing, and Zuko couldn't help but enjoy feeling another's body against his. He attached the joy to reason; like any other human being, weeks at sea could be frustrating; physically, mentally, and sexually. His own teenage hormones were bothersome at times; he wished them gone like he did human compassion. He really wished he had not heard sailors' tales; not the ones of tuna as big as a whale, but the ones that were more private and only told in small drunken groups in taverns. He'd heard a handful of them while scouting for work.
He could feel Sokka easily through the sheet; it left nothing to the imagination. Sokka's body was curved into his comfortably and his knitted fingers rested on Sokka's flat abs. Sokka wasn't completely muscle built, but a nice physique, true to his water tribe ancestry; more built for agility than power, and maybe a layer of baby fat to survive in the freezing temperatures, making him feel soft. Absently, his hands adjusted and he did feel the other tense up ever so slightly in front of him. It kind of occurred to him that Sokka was still awake and not going to fall asleep easily like him.
His yellow eyes came to focus on the back of Sokka's neck and he paused. The water tribe teen's dark skin was still damp from the rain, though warm from their mingling body heat. Sokka's shoulders were covered by the sheet tightly, trying to retain as much heat as he could. He wasn't even an inch away from Sokka and on impulse he breathed in a bit deeper, taking in the subtle scent of perspiration and Sokka's unique winter like smell. He couldn't say he was surprised that Sokka had a watery smell to him, being of the water tribe, and it was a calming yet intoxicating aroma.
Sokka couldn't stop a cold shiver from running down his spine as he felt an extra warm breath roll over his skin as Zuko breathed out. He was tense, all over; even when he tried to relax muscles he couldn't stop being aware of everything. Every intake and exhale of air, every twitch of muscle, and every shift in the air he noticed. There was a strange intimacy to the moment, though not a comforting one. He was basically in the arms of the enemy; a pair of very warm and strong arms, but he tried not to think of that detail.
He couldn't stop the ring of the old fortune teller's prediction in his head and he tried to focus on reasonable thought; it was very difficult. Just because they were in an intimate position didn't mean they were going to do anything, he reasoned. He knew, even though Aunt Wu had not said it directly, she had meant sex with a man. He could see it in her eye, that strange accusing look that was bordering on amusement. He kept trying to reason that it was all coincidental, that it was all mind tricks that made him paranoid.
Sokka shifted uncomfortably in the heat of their bodies, both trying to get as much as he could and trying not to be in an intimate position. He tried not to move so much because he knew without turning around that he was keeping Zuko awake; the prince would make a disturbed sound and then Sokka would go still, then a couple moments later he would adjust again and the cycle would continue. Finally Zuko got fed up with Sokka's fidgeting and pulled his arms from around Sokka. Feeling guilty about making Zuko move, Sokka turned onto his back to look at the prince, only to find Zuko hadn't moved all the way, the fire bender having then maneuvered to having both arms on either side of Sokka, elbows supporting him over the darker skinned teen.
Sokka felt his heart pounding against his ribs as he stared into Zuko's yellow orbs, his stomach tightening uncomfortably. He suddenly had a déjà vu feeling, remembering when he had hovered over Zuko, wondering what a kiss would feel like. He swallowed quietly, trying to moisten his dry throat, and he couldn't move a muscle even as Zuko lowered closer to him, his intentions clear. Sokka convinced himself it was curiosity that kept him still and not the want to kiss the prince that kept him in place.
Their lip barely brushed and Sokka's face immediately was covered in a light blush, a little more than unsure about this whole situation. The second time their lips touched they melted together perfectly, drawing a noise of uncertainty from the water tribe teen. Zuko ignored the noise, figuring if Sokka really wanted to stop he would push him away and say so, but he didn't, Sokka was intrigued by the sensations running through his body. Their lips moved together, confidence growing in both of them, the kiss growing stronger, more passionate. Sokka breathed heavily between the kisses, arms resting on Zuko's shoulders, then slid down his firm arms; Zuko's strong demeanor was very intoxicating. Zuko drove the kiss further, sliding his tongue out, licking the other's bottom lip, putting a pause in the momentum they had. Sokka allowed the exploring tongue to push past his lips and curiously he joined the mock battle between their mouths, his reasoning brain being clouded once again.
They only broke off when their lungs screamed for air and they breathed heavily in the cold hut, their breath visible in the chilled air. Their eyes locked as soon as their lips parted and they waited; each waiting for the other to react. Sokka gulped quietly, staring into those intense and equally desired filled eyes. He felt his bodily needs stir wildly as Zuko breathed hot air on his face. Suddenly trying to prove Aunt Wu's prediction wrong seemed so… stupid. Zuko was over him, just touching him like he'd never been before, and… if the prediction was true…
Zuko was slightly surprised when Sokka's arms slid up and around his neck, leaning up, pressing their lips back together, and drawing the fire bender back down. Zuko didn't hesitate, responding to the kiss, pressing his body to the other's, making Sokka writhe under him a soft sound coming from the both of them as their skin touched. Zuko really hadn't been expecting the darker skinned teen to respond with a kiss of his own; it was, in a sense, encouragement. Sokka's fingers ran over Zuko's strong upper arm muscles as his hands clenched into fists, too focused on their mouths to do anything with them, but at the same time, he didn't know where to put them. Zuko's hands were more curious and confident though and while one arm supported him over the other teen, his free hand slid down Sokka's side, taking in the sensation of soft dark skin.
Sokka squirmed a bit, feeling insecure again; Zuko was an unpredictable enemy still. Just because he'd been nice tonight didn't mean Zuko wouldn't hurt him tomorrow... fact was that he was in a very vulnerable position under Zuko, and he really didn't like that feeling.
Zuko watched Sokka squirm under him, Sokka having broken the very kiss he started, clear uncertainty in his movements and his eyes. Sokka wasn't completely stupid, Zuko could see, he wasn't going to immediately trust him after only a couple hours. But the subtle pauses of uncertainty weren't enough to denture the fire bender; if Sokka wanted to stop, fine, he'd have to say so, or push him away; he wasn't forcing anything on the other teen. Besides, speaking might just break this fragile spell between them, like any one word would scare the other away.
Sokka looked away from the other teen, turning his head and looking at the far wall, unable to hold Zuko's gaze when he was so unsure of himself, his hands sliding down Zuko's arms again, Zuko stared it him profile a minute, then gazed at Sokka's body. Technically, Sokka was still welcoming him, even if he was being shy at the moment. Zuko's lips descended on Sokka's neck, sucking on a small patch of skin, making Sokka jump slightly and look back to Zuko. Sokka's blue eyes met Zuko's yellow again, and the intensity made the water tribe teen blush, realizing Zuko was just looking at him; it made his stomach tighten from self consciousness, he wasn't use to being just looked at.
Zuko slid the hand on Sokka's side under him, the touch causing Sokka to arch into Zuko. Their bodies pressed together and Sokka couldn't suppress a moan, feeling any uncertainty melt away for the time being, being replaced by lust. Their lips met with fervor and their bodied were flush against each other, shifting and rubbing in need. Zuko's hand slid down, over Sokka's hip, dragging the underwear from his dark skin, revealing an already semi-hard on. Sokka was slightly embarrassed about Zuko seeing his body, but didn't stop the kissing, at least until Zuko pulled back to slide off the last of his own garments, tossing them to the ground. Sokka blushed as his body was completely exposed, but Zuko didn't linger long, descending upon Sokka's lips again, more forcefully than before, passion growing as more skin touched.
Sokka was nervous, yes, but not enough so that he would stop. Maybe if he'd been in a non-amorous mood, yes, he would have shoved Zuko away and ran. His mind and reason were not even on anymore, too clouded in his body's needs and body's logic that Zuko was filling his needs; touching him and kissing him... he did grow timid when Zuko Zuko's one hand kneaded his thigh, but Zuko didn't go any further before he whispered in Sokka's ear.
"If you have any doubts, say so." Sokka paused, actually now being able to think. Yeah, he had doubts, who wouldn't? He hated fire benders and Zuko was the prince. Also this was Zuko, the guy that had been trying to catch Aang for what ever reason, and still on top of it all, he was a man... a man that held him just right and touched him where it ached to be touched. He defiantly had doubts... but... It all didn't seem to matter now.
Sokka took Zuko's face in his hands and kissed him deep; he didn't trust his vocal cords with telling the other, because he did have doubts but he didn't want Zuko to stop. Zuko took the incentive to continue, spreading Sokka's legs apart and maneuvering between them, breaking off the kiss. Sokka vaguely wondered exactly how this was going to happen. He'd never had sex with a man before, or for that matter, sex at all. Zuko's fingers trailed down, ghosting over Sokka's genitals, making Sokka gulp nervously as they grazed his anal passage; well that answered a couple questions.
He gasped and felt his body tense as one finger pushed in a fraction of the way. It wasn't that it exactly hurt, but it did feel out of place. The digit was removed and Sokka glanced up at Zuko to see the other sticking his three fingers in his mouth, covering them thickly with saliva. A part of Sokka found it a bit gross and was surprised when one of those slicked fingers pushed into him; it really, really felt weird, he wasn't use to any of this. He winced as another joined the first in him, stretching out his ring of muscles. Sokka took a deep breath and leaned his head back, looking at the ceiling of the hut, trying to relax. He realized his fingers were gripping in the cot hard and he loosening them, noting that yes, he was still really nervous. The third finger was slightly easier then he imagined after he relaxed, it even felt good and his back arched forward slightly from it, a moan being pulled from him.
The fingers seemed to leave just as quickly as they had come to Sokka. He looked from the ceiling to Zuko, seeing the prince lean closer, feeling Zuko's knees slide under his thighs, elevating them up off the bed. Sokka breathed heavily before their lips met again heatedly. He moaned softly in disappointment when the short kiss broke, but his mind wasn't focused on his loss for long because he felt Zuko's dick pushing into him. Sokka cringed and let out a pained gasp, being stretched more and pushed into; it hurt, but at the same time there was a sensation of being filled that shockingly felt very good.
A sheen of sweat was already on Sokka's face despite the chilly temperature of the hut and he tried holding his breath, willing away any discomfort, but he ended up letting out another gasp of air, causing the sounds he was trying to hold back to erupt from him. He wasn't exactly sure what he said, his mind was too blown away, but after that Zuko had fully inserted himself in his body. He was so glad the price stopped, he thought he'd explode if Zuko just acted on instinct and rammed into the bed. He took a minute to breath and opened his eyes, which had shut from the pain, only to find that his eyes were watery from the impact of it all. For a split second he cursed himself, he definitely didn't want to show any more weakness to Zuko, but wow... this was a totally different shift in everything. He dared to look at Zuko, maybe expecting Zuko to be smirking in self satisfaction that he could be dominated so easily. But instead of finding an arrogant fire bender, he saw Zuko was taking slow calming breathes, as if trying to control himself and he was gazing down at Sokka with a strange softness in his eyes; or maybe it was lust, Sokka could have been mistaken, his eyes were too filled with tears to really tell the difference.
There was a moment where they didn't move and Sokka took that time to individually relax his tense muscles the pain soon dulling, when his breathing evened out Zuko moved, slowly, experimentally, but he moved. Sokka had a hard time not making a sound and he was overwhelmed with the sensations coursing through him. He was amazed it didn't hurt so badly with the first movements, he supposed that time to adjust was enough to help. He shut his eyes again and tried to concentrate on breathing, though the sensations coursed through him, growing deeper and wave after wave of pleasure started to crash in him. His body reacted without thought, even when he tried not to, he jerked when certain angels were taken.
Sokka wasn't positive how long they were doing it, but soon enough pressure was building in him and every stroke of Zuko's cock in him felt faster and harder. He couldn't stop writhing and moaning, his hips meeting Zuko's thrusts finally he gave a strangled scream, body arching nearly all the way off the bed as he climaxed. His body shuttered, a wave of pleasure and exhaustion washing over him and it took a good minute to realize that Zuko had stopped, still filling him with dick and, what he was sure to be, a hot pool of cum.
They were still while they both regained their senses and after they had, Sokka realized again how cold it was in the hut, his sweat cooling him as if he'd been dumped into the ice waters of the South Pole, his body beginning to shiver and goose bumps covered his dark skin. He missed the warmth when Zuko pulled out of him and fear that Zuko would just leave him struck him. His eyes opened hazily and he did his best to sit up, but his muscle felt like jelly and he slid back down onto the cot, arms going around him self to try to keep warm.
He was surprised to feel the thin sheet being wrapped around him along with a pair of strong arms, weight shifting to right beside him on the cot. Sokka's breath was still heavy as he gazed at the prince who also looked tired, but he could see the fire bender wasn't going to show just how tired he was. At the moment, Sokka couldn't care less just who Zuko was, fire bender or not, he pressed close to Zuko's embrace, bathing in warmth and bliss before also being enveloped in sleep; and for the first time in a couple of days, Aunt Wu's prediction was the farthest thing from his mind.
Before anyone can comment, yes, winter has a smell, or at least to me it does. Its snow and cold, but it does have a scent. :D I love winter smell, but I think I love spring the most, cut grass and an open field. It's the good stuff in life
And did I do good? I tried not to make it too cliché because most lemons are horribly clichéd, I don't want mine to be one of them. ;D I'd like to thank the books "Straight?" and "Best of Best Gay Erotica 2" for reference -Blushes- Yes I'm a perv, that's one draw back to being a yaoi fan girl.
:) And thank you all the yaoi fan girls in the Avatar section for all of your support, please review even after the lemon, because there's no shame in reading it. Love ya!
