START OF PART TWO


Sunday, October 7th, 1900, a quarter to noon

"I really had a lot of fun this weekend," Sokka said, draping his arms over Zuko's slender yet boyish frame, "I wish we could stay here together forever. "

Zuko, who was in front of him, adjusting his robes, and who didn't take kindly to having his robe disheveled spoke, "I did too." He lightly smacked away Sokka's arms.

"A lot of fun." Sokka reiterated, whispering in Zuko's right ear, proceeding to nibble on it lightly, as to convey his feeling, but to leave no mark. Couldn't have the fire Lord with visible hickeys now could we?

"And you said that you weren't demonstrative," Zuko reminded him gently, "You're very demonstrative."

"I may not be very good at romance," Sokka conceded, turning Zuko ninety degrees clockwise, so as to make the face to face. "But I make up in other places. I have other skills"

"But, Soks, you don't understand," Zuko's expression and blushing cheeks were almost demure in their gentleness, cute in their awkwardness "I don't want romance. I just want you." Zuko reached up, putting his hand behind Sokka's head, and drawing him into a kiss. This kiss was gentle, warm, and passionate. Sokka hugged Zuko closer, as their osculation deepened in intensity. Their tongues played with and tickled each other. Zuko's blush deepened. The Fire Lord moaned into the kiss, feeling a sort of arousal that wasn't sexual, a sort of attraction that wasn't fleeting. He felt wanted and loved in a way that he never felt, not even with Mai. He wanted to be with Sokka constantly.

After a few moments of warm embrace, the couple separated. Zuko said it first, the words sounding, feeling right passing from his lips, "I love you, Sokka."

"And I love you, Zuko," Sokka returned the sentiment, feeling it more and more every second, he was with the Fire Lord. Zuko was his man, and no one, NO ONE ON EARTH, could tell him anything contrary. This wasn't just some casual friends with benefits situation, or some little fucktoy that Sokka would tire of and throw away. Zuko was… he struggled for a word, it was on the tip of his tongue. Soulmate?

Zuko did one of those cute things that made Sokka blush with delight. Gleefully looking back into the mirror, Zuko smoothed out the silk once more doing a little shimmy where he gyrated his hips almost childishly, "I have a boyfriend," the Fire Lord sang a silly little ditty, "I have a boyfriend and no one can have him cause he's mine."

Sokka blushed, and shook his head nodding no. He was not negating that he was Zuko's boyfriend, rather, he was trying futilely to mask his embarrassment. Zuko saw it in the mirror. He pouted. "What? I don't have a boyfriend?"

"Yes, of course you do," Sokka looked into Zuko's eyes via the mirror. He proceeded to plant a peck on the Fire Lord's cheek. "And I'm thrilled to have you too. It's only that dancing isn't your gift and neither is singing."

"Well for your information, Master Sokka of the Southern Water Tribe," Zuko looked back at his boyfriend through the mirror and spoke jokingly though with an almost convincingly serious tone, "You have seen that I am quite flexible, so dancing is something I am good at, Mister Two Left Feet. You dance pitifully. And besides, these stupid robes just don't show how well these hips move. And after what you did to my throat with that big cock, forgive me if my voice hasn't recovered yet."

"You're right, Zuko, I won't, or my dick won't do anything to damage your voice further, but the yelling my name out in bed might be straining it too." Sokka smirked.

"You can't deny my right, MY ROYAL PREROGATIVE, to suck that beautiful piece of meat you call a part of your anatomy. So don't threaten me like that again. And, as for my shouting, well, I don't shout anywhere else so all that tension has to come out at some point."

"Oh, it cums alright," Sokka said, still smirking.

"Oh, when will you stop being so lewd?" Zuko slapped Sokka's arm lightly only to feel that it did not yield. It was rather like smacking concrete. "I am trying to have a conversation and it always ends up back at sex. Sex, sex, sex."

"When you stop being so… lascivious. And besides you like talking about sex more than I. You like doing it too, lascivious Lord." Sokka pulled a word out of the dictionary to complete his joke.

Matching wits, Zuko returned fire, "I'll stop being so lascivious when you stop being so… licentious."

"And I promise to stop being so licentious when you stop being so… lecherous," Sokka answered back.

Zuko gasped, that was a word used to describe dirty old men. Zuko could not deny 'dirty'. 'Man' was self evident, but dammit he was not old, "And I'll put away my lecherous ways when you put away your… libidinous ways. Zuko was ready to win this one.

"Well, you're lubricious." Sokka answered.

"And, you're libertine," Zuko answered, "Your turn, bet you can't think of one."

"You actually wanna bet that?" Sokka said, having something naughty in mind.

"What?"

"If I can't come up with another 'L' word to say lewd, you can do anything to me in the bedroom. If I can, you have to do anything and everything I say in the bedroom for the next three nights."

"You know what" Zuko answered, feeling that he could not lose, "Make it a week because you're not going to think up another word for that, not one that starts with the letter 'L'."

"Are you sure, really sure that you want to this to yourself Zuko?" Sokka asked. "I won't be as gentlemanly as I have been so far."

"Are you sure about this Sokka, I think I would have you licking me up and down. Head to toe."

"You sure are cocky Zuko," Sokka added, "but 'cocky' is not the word I had in mind. Are you sure you want this bet. There's no backing out."

"Yes, Sokka," Zuko turned and grabbed Sokka's hand, and shook it, "I am willing to bet my body. Somehow I think I'll win either way."

"Okay Zuko," Sokka was going to make a dramatic build to it, "You think that I am lewd, licentious, libidinous, and libertine. I think you are a lascivious, lecherous, lubricious, and last but not least, lustful Lord."

"Damn." That was all Zuko could manage, "Damn it."

"I think since I just won that bet, we'll be doing a lot of that over the next week among other things. But do not worry about it because I think that you will be getting a lotta pleasure out of this. Call it my way of helping the greater good."

"Fuck, that's the simplest word for that too. Dammit," Zuko was kicking himself behind that lousy lapse in his judgment.

"Looks like you're in trouble, haha," Sokka laughed as his devious mind came up with new ways to pleasure him. It was going to fun to see what he could and would come up with.


3 PM, Conference Room

"Welcome back, Milord," Hashi said gleefully from his normal seat in the Conference Room. "And Master Sokka, it's good to see you back in your most rightful place." Sokka was seated, lotus position, on the lowered platform to Zuko's right as usual. He, Sokka, nodded to Hashi, glad for the compliment, but wary of its intent. There was something about Hashi that was, well, to be frank not off-putting, that wasn't the word. It was just about Hashi that Sokka wasn't quite sure of. He had a loyalty to Zuko that seemed to go far above and beyond plain duty. The motivation of Hashi's service was far surpassed a mere sense of duty. (You'll find out why that is later.)

"So did anything happen while we were gone?" Zuko asked, "Any news from the colonies?"

"No, Sir," A nameless Sage answered.

"Any dispatches from Aang?"

"No, Sir," the same Sage answered, "Nothing as of yet."

"Nothing at all? Watch it all cascade in at the worst possible moment," Zuko remarked, acknowledging how unpredictable things are, "Hmm, well is there any news in particular about out efforts to negotiate with the Earth Kingdom Government?"

"Well..." the nameless Sage stopped and looked across the table at Hashi.

Hashi did the talking, "As of now, there's no real governmental machinery to speak of. The Earth King Himself is making all of the moves. With his, um, aggressions in the colonies, getting an envoy, meaning someone, anyone who is trained in diplomacy, has been nigh impossible. The only thing that is making things slightly easier for the Fire Nation's position is that Prince Iroh helped to return Ba Sing Se to Earth Kingdom control. My f-," Hashi paused, and stuttered a bit, "My feelings are that his voice might be drowned out a bit, sort of diluted because he did that as part of a collective. The White Lotus as a whole is thought to have some sway with the Earth King. There are many more Earth Kingdom voices in that order, so I cannot say with any exactness what is going on with the Earth King's thoughts. We are not even quite sure what his rhetoric indicates. I cannot even tell you with certainty what he's being told."

"So, you mean to tell me that I can have no clue as to what he is thinking especially as he has been ordering troop movements."

"Yes," Hashi continues, "Unfortunately, we don't have any intelligence."

"You know, I think I am going to have to go to Ba Sing Se and talk to him myself. It sounds like he's out of his mind."

"A reigning Fire Lord going to visit Ba Sing Se?" Hashi asked, astonished enough to actually sit back into his chair, "That would be unprecedented."

"Well, not now, in the new year." Zuko proposed, "The colonial situation has to be dealt with and settled first. I can't touch that or they'll just yell 'imperialism'. Besides I am unprecedented in many ways; what's one more broken tradition? If I go to Ba Sing Se during my time on this throne, and given the fact that I do not have the intention of abdicating, being overthrown, or dying, there would be a good historical moment. The Nations coming together after 100 years of war. I would want it photographed."

"What, my Lord?

"Standing on the steps of the Earth Kingdom Palace shaking his hand." Zuko had a mental picture of it.

"But, My Lord, it has never, ever been done before." Hashi was visibly and audibly worried. "Fire Lords have never gone abroad while on the throne."

"You sound quite hesitant, uncharacteristically hesitant. What's concerning you?" Zuko replied, never having seen Hashi shaken.

"I am. I mean it's only… I don't know how to put this into words." Hashi struggled. "You've not even been on the throne for fifty, one hundred days yet. Here at home, I don't know how it would go. I am not by any means conservative, but that would even test the progressivism of even the most forward minded people."

"Politics," Zuko exhaled exasperated, "I'm supposed to be 'above' it". In that moment, Zuko acted out the very first recorded use of air quotes."

Sokka chimed in, "There are several other problems here. I don't know if Hashi see them the way I do, but here's how it looks to me. First and foremost, you don't have NO relationship with Him." Sokka used the double negative to add emphasis. "If there is any sort of relationship building, Aang would have to be the bridge and he's too busy right now. And," Sokka put a finger up to his lips in a pensive pose and when he started to speak again he used it for stressing things of import, "And Aang is busier than any of us know right now. Now there is a bit of political risk if, after the colonies are sorted out, Aang is seen as trying to build the bridge between the Earth Kingdom and Fire Nation."

"Political risks abroad, Master Sokka?" Hashi asked, intrigued and genuinely interested.

"More like perception issues. In the Earth Kingdom and Water Tribes, places where I think we ought to also be concerned, they might view it in one of several ways. Firstly, it may look as if Aang is in the employ of the Fire Nation. In wanted only to start a relationship, others might view it as him working just for us here trying to get a good deal for the Fire Nation, you know like we 'bought him out'. Or, if I'm being honest, they may think that we're sort of, and please pardon the expression, 'pimping him out'. They might think we're taking advantage of him and using him. They might think he's just a naive kid and that we're exploiting his youth and inexperience."

Hashi was nodding in understanding, but was dismayed at how right Sokka was. The other Nations, especially the Earth Kingdom, had the Fire Nation by the throat against the wall. The Fire Nation had earned this precarious position and the knowledge of that fact only served to make him feel worse.

Sokka's thesis continued, looking up at Zuko, "OR, they might think that you're too scared Zuko, so you send out the 'little kid' to bite the bullet. Remember he's thirteen."

Zuko pouted, "So what do I do?"

"Express an (earnest) desire to talk to Kuei in the press." Sokka's eyes were wide with realization.

"What?" Zuko asked.

"Master Sokka," Hashi's voice was full of astonishment and awe as he put together what Sokka meant, "You are an absolute genius. I'm so glad you're on our side."

"Who's still lost?" Zuko asked in jest with a few Sages banging on the table in front with honest and bemused agreement.

"It's like…" Sokka started.

"Pai Sho." Hashi came up with just the right analogy, "You have to think six, seven, ten moves ahead. This is going to be a wa- a contest of who can be perceived to want peace more. If you are interested in negotiating peace. I know you are, but the world needs to know it. So if you start expressing it in the papers, they'll hear in Ba Sing Se loudly and clearly that you want peace. He'll look like a warmonger if he won't even talk to you. And that will make him look bad in front of his own people."

Sokka continued, "The only thing is that we have to pick the words you say carefully. You can't send too strong a message to the Earth Kingdom but you absolutely cannot appear to weak here at home. Do you understand what I mean Zuko?"

"I do." Zuko said nodding, "So basically I have to act and speak perfectly for an indefinite amount of time. Possibly, and most probably until I die"

"Yes." Sokka answered. "That would be accurate."

"So… that's diplomacy," Zuko said realizing that he was now going to be in a diplomatic dance.


9:30 PM, The Royal Bedchamber

"I dismissed all the servants from this part of the building just like you said, Sokka." Zuko said to Sokka as the latter lay on Zuko's spacious bed still completely clothed in a white undershirt, thin-materialed trousers but no shoes or socks. He looked at Zuko and didn't like his appearance. Too many clothes of course. Those robes needed to come off.

Zuko (because of his expression) looked meek and innocent in front of him. It was ironic considering that Zuko was anything but. The Fire Lord spoke again, "Since I lost that bet, and I am your slave, I suppose you want me to-"

"Don't suppose anything; just listen." Sokka said authoritatively.

Zuko's semi twitched. He blushed and bowed his head, liking the control Sokka decided to take.

"Now," Sokka said, dragging the word out, "As you readily admit, you made a bet and lost it pitifully and now I am your master for the next week. Every part of that sexy body is mine. I get to tease, lick, tickle, caress it all. Hmmm… I wondering what I'll do to you first."

Zuko was starting to tremble with excitement. His cock was now fully erect creating a sizable tent in under his robe. Sokka stood up and walked towards Zuko. Getting behind the Fire Lord, Sokka paced back and forth, almost circling like a vulture. Sokka stopped directly behind him and put his head on Zuko's shoulder. He turned his head and whispered into Zuko's ear.

"Zuko," Sokka's voice was thick with lust, "I love it when you squirm under me."

Sokka's hands started to travel. One hand started to crudely fondle Zuko's cock through the silk. The other was cupping one of Zuko's buttocks and giving it light squeezes.

Zuko shuddered and moaned lightly.

Sokka, taking a great amount of pleasure in the reaction continued to speak. "That's what this week is going to be about, Zuko. Getting you to squirm and moan at my touch is going to be my mission all week to have you shaking with pleasure.

"S-s-s-Sokka,"Zuko moaned.

"Sshh," Sokka whispered, as he started to unfasten the robes that Zuko had worn all day. The layers of silk all fell away after some trying, and Sokka still dressed inspected, his now unwrapped present. "Look at what we have here. Somebody's excited." Sokka proceeded to lick his right index finger and swipe it quickly over Zuko's leaking slit., collecting some precum on his finger. Sokka licked it off in Zuko's face. Zuko was starting to throb at the sight.

"That tastes good," Sokka remarked, " But this isn't about you, this is about me."

"Mmhmm," Zuko nodded, not knowing that he was about to get the worst news.

"All this afternoon, I was thinking about what I would do to you," Sokka sat on the edge of the bed and unfastened the trousers he was wearing, leaving the his undershirt on. "I finally came up with something. You are going to have to earn the right to cum every night the next week. You're not going to cum tonight unless you earn it, or tomorrow, or Tuesday, or Wednesday, or Thursday, or Friday, but on Saturday, and that all depends on whether or not you're a good boy and if you know how to work for it."

"BUT-" Zuko wanted to protest. This wasn't fair.

"But nothing, Zuko," Sokka continued, "If you're a really, really good boy you might even earn something really special on Saturday. "If I catch you trying to jerk off without my permission. I'll have to punish you."

"Sokkie?" Zuko had taken to calling him that in the afterglow, not that he was experiencing that now. The mushy pillow talk that they had developed in such a short amount of time was embarrassing for either of them to think about. "I don't know if I could-"

"Zuko, don't make this any harder on yourself. If you work for it, you'll cum. If I'm not impressed it's blue balls for you." Sokka got up again and kicked the trousers elsewhere in the room. He walked to Zuko again and stood behind the Fire Lord, pressing his still underwear-covered crotch into Zuko's bare ass. He started grinding his Sokka reached around "I want this week to be about tension. I want you to earn the right to…" Sokka grabbed Zuko's cock and started stroking it. The Fire Lord was trying his hardest not to cum, and he didn't want to 'be punished' so he used those muscles that Sokka had read about and made sure not to ejaculate.

Sokka was putting Zuko through hell, but stopped, letting go of Zuko's part and completely detached himself. He walked over to the bed and sat on it, legs dangling off the bed, feet on the red carpeting. He finally removed his underwear and took off his shirt too. His boner was throbbing and leaking. Zuko looked over and licked his lips.

"Are you going to look or are you going to take advantage of your royal prerogative?"

Zuko almost ran over to the cock and knelt before it. He started with his usual playing, but Sokka wasn't having that, not tonight. He grabbed Zuko's head and forced it down onto his cock with an amount of force that shocked Zuko, but made him very horny at the same time.

Zuko's nose was being squished into Sokka's pubes. All the Fire Lord tasted and smelled was Sokka, his prince.

Sokka cock throbbed and twitched inside Zuko's warm mouth. He started to thrust his hips with the same strength and vigor that he used when he fuck Zuko. Sokka's toe curled as the head of his cock smashed into the back of Zuko's throat. Sokka moved his feet over to Zuko's cock and proceeded to use them to fondle the royal anatomy. Zuko had not gone soft. On the contrary Zuko was leaky and Sokka did not want to have to think up ways to 'punish' Zuko, so he withdrew his foot. Zuko moaned from the loss of contact, disappointed that he had not earned it yet. Zuko tried harder to please his lover by making his lips quiver around the base of Sokka's cock. The Water Tribesman liked that immensely and continued to thrash poor Zuko's throat. He was started to come to the edge, so he stopped and removed Zuko's head from off of him. Zuko wiped the corners of his mouth.

"I don't know, Zuko. That was kinda lackluster. I thought you would want to earn this, but… you don't seem into it. I mean if you don't want to cum tonight, that's totally up to you." Sokka sort of bent down and got onto Zuko's eye level, "DO you really want this?"

"Yes," Zuko was too horny to think straight. "I wanna cum. Please?"

Sokka grabbed Zuko by the chin, and playfully gave his reply, "No, not yet."

Sokka climbed into the bed and splayed himself out, his arms and legs spread like a starfish. HIs cock stuck straight up and Sokka had an idea. Zuko grabbed some lube off of the bedside table and got into the bed with his boyfriend.

Zuko took his place between Sokka's legs. "What do you want me to do?" The Fire Lord was desperate for release. He was a slave in this situation and he knew it. In fact, he loved it.

"Ride me." Sokka had inadvertently introduced a new sex position to the Fire Lord.

"Ride?" Zuko asked, "What do you me-" And then it occurred to him. Zuko's cock twitched at the image that he conjured up. He opened the bottle of lube and applied a copious amount of it to Sokka's dick. The application of the lube also served to perk Sokka's dick again. Zuko applied some to his eager hole too.

He went over to Sokka's cock and positioned himself over it. He decided to face Sokka. This was a new way of doing things, so Zuko went down gently. The change in angle meant that Zuko wasn't used to this insertion. He gritted his teeth as his ass was being stretched in a new way. Sokka's cock was so big that he thought he was going to be split down the middle. After a bit of trying Zuko had gotten the whole length inside him.

Zuko's dick made a satisfactory slapping noise when it made contact with Sokka's muscles. Sokka kept his eyes closed and moaned. Zuko was warmer and tighter here than he was their first time a couple of nights ago.

Zuko started to feel that same pleasure that only Sokka could give him and started to ride up and down the thick length. Zuko soon had a steady rhythm going and Sokka grabbed Zuko's hips and bounced the Fire Lord up and down. Zuko's prick went flying up and down to making rhythmic slaps on his lover's abdomen. They sped up as Sokka's used his hips to fill up the royal even more.

Soon they both knew that they were on the edge. 'Can I cum, Sokka?"

"Mmhmm." Sokka said, reaching forward and starting to stroke Zuko's hard cock.

Zuko started riding even harder as he felt the end coming.

"Fuck," they both moaned together as they came, Sokka inside his lover and Zuko all over his boyfriend's chest.


They lay in the bed; it was most certainly pillow talk time.

"Where did you learn to give head like that?" Sokka asked.

"I am naturally very talented." Zuko replied cheekily, snuggling up closer to Sokka.

"Sometimes, Zuko, I think that everything was leading up to this. You and me together. I never thought I'd be in love with a man, let alone the Fire Lord."

"I never thought I'd be in love with the Water Tribe Chief's son, but here we are in my bed covered in sweat."

"And that's the way it ought to be," Sokka said, "We're meant to be together and no one, and I mean NO ONE is going to divide us,"