"How did you manage to rip them this time?" Katara asked.

The boy shrugged,

"You know..."

He watched in silence as Katara once again sewed his pants. He sighed as he turned his head to gaze out at the scene behind them. Nothing but water. They were once again on the back of Appa. Off to wherever. He wasn't sure. Couldn't remember. Couldn't even think straight. That dream kept coming back into his mind.

"Here." She said as she tossed him his newly sewed pants.

He turned his head back to her and caught them.

"Thanks..." He muttered as he put them back on.

"Try not to rip them anytime soon, Sokka." She said with a sigh as she climbed down the saddle to sit with Aang.

He groaned and laid back. Staring up at the blue sky. He began to feel his eyelids get heavy. He wanted to keep them open, but before he knew it he had drifted into a deep sleep.

He looked around. Where was he?

"Katara? Aang? Where are you guys?" He called out into the darkness.

No sound came back.

He continued to walk the blank ground. Looking all around him. He was alone. He didn't know how he was alone either. It was dark. Nothing around him. But it was cold. Very cold. He kept feeling chilling breezes. Shivering he looked down for a moment, and when he looked up he was in a different place. The chilling breeze had gone. He was over taken by warmth. The darkness had gone. He was in a room. Scared, and confused he look around quickly, backing up.

"What is this place..."

The floor was made of metal, and the walls as well. A small low set table with candles, and a small mat on the floor sat untouched at the end of the room. There were a few long banners hanging off the walls, one he noticed had the Fire Nation symbol on it. And there was a bed. A bed. He stared at it. More confused than ever before. He approached it silently. Staring down at it. That bed looked so familiar. He knew he had seen it before. But where? Where had he seen it?

A hand wrapped around the boy's chest. He gasped, and stood still.

"Sh..." Came a whisper in his ear.

The boy got shivers all over his body.

"Your back for more I see."

The boy was confused. Who was this? His mind went blank. He couldn't remember anything.

"I'll give you whatever you want, boy."

"I..."

"Sh..."

The boy kept quiet as he felt he neck being sucked on. He gasped lightly, scared, but pushed all those feelings aside. He shut his eyes, and was pushed onto the bed. He landed so soft. So quietly. He turned over, feeling very dazed. He couldn't make out who the figure was. He couldn't open his eyes all the way, he couldn't see right. He felt a bare body lay on top of him. He didn't feel his own clothes on anymore. They were suddenly gone. A hand going to his face. Lips on his. Kissing him. He willingly kissed back. Harder. More. The two kissed passionately. So soft, and tender their lips were on the boy's. He felt the person get off him.

"D-don't go..." He pleaded, his voice sounding dazed.

"Im not going to leave you. Im going to make you scream."

The boy didn't know what to do. He felt his legs being pushed up. He bent his knees. What was happening? His eyes shut tight as he felt something hard, stiff, and quite large being inserted into him. A small scream escaped his body.

"I want you to scream." Said the person, as they thrust into the boy.

The boy moaned loudly. Feeling himself stiffen up, and almost leak. The person's hips moved back and forth, and they moaned. The boy's hand's clenched the bed spread. He moaned louder. The person thrust their self into the boy with great pleasure. He screamed in pleasure; in delight. Losing control over his sexual feelings, his sexual pleasures. The motions soon died, and the person had removed their selves from the boy's body. They were both breathing hard. The person leaned their warm body on top of the boy's, their face inches from his.

"What's my name?" The person asked.

The boy blinked his eyes and stared into theirs.

"Your...y-your..."

He felt his body tense up. He shivered.

"Your Prince Zuko..."