To all my readers, I'm really sorry about the delay. With having a job, loosing a job, finding a job, going to school, paying for school, buying a computer, fixing a computer, returning a computer, and buying a computer...I've had little time to do anything. I hope this is satisfactory, but something tells me I'm off my game. PLEASE REVIEW AND HELP ME OUT! Oh, and my next story out will be the next chapter for pedigree pup.

Warning:LEMON ALERT! MANSEX!

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Sokka huddled closer to the fire, straining to see that old parchment in front of him. Dawn was only a few hours away, leaving him very little time to get some rest. He had a tight schedule to keep, if he was going to keep Team Avatar on track. They needed to get close enough to the Fire Nation capital to organize an assault. They needed to be there early enough to coordinate all the groups arriving. His master schedule had allowed them three weeks of preparation time, more than enough to sharpen the tip of the spear.

Still, the words haunted him. It was something of a riddle his mom had left him. Hakoda had long since given up. Kya was the scholar of the family, but she hadn't been able to solve it before her death. Katara had her necklace, but all Sokka had were these notes, scribbled on a torn piece of parchment. An owl-cat screeched in the distance, echoing eerily through the camp. It was nerve-racking camping in the forests. He knew it was illogical, but something about Fire Nation trees just seemed so ominous. Still, caves were not a constant option, seeing as Appa's misfortunes had left him terribly scarred. Setting the paper aside, Sokka tried to get some sleep.

Moonlight drifted through the sparse trees, filtered by a light mist coming in off the water. Yet, despite the lulling sound of the ocean, and the general peace of the forest, Sokka still couldn't sleep. His fingers itched, almost burned, to hold that tiny piece of paper. Usually, he could set it aside and move on, but lately, Sokka felt a heavier and heavier need to crack the riddle. Something rushed through him, not quite adrenaline, but a form of spirit or energy, and his body rejected the notion of sleep. Drawing the thick woolen blanket around him, he once again sat staring at the piece of paper, its words reverberating in his minds-resonating until they took on a life of their own.

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"Sokka? Sokka!"

Inhaling sharply, Sokka blinked rapidly, trying to force some moisture into his eyes.

"Aang? What are you doing up so late?"

The monk gave him a puzzled look. "Late? According to your schedule thing, we were supposed to start taking down the camp a while ago."

"Really? Why didn't anyone get up on time? Gah! Now we have to sacrifice our bathroom breaks! Eat something to plug you up because we can't stop unless we reach Ember Island by nightfall!"

Katara walked into the camp, absently bending the water out of her hair.

"Hey Sokka. Did you keep watch all night? You look terrible."

"Well thanks, little sis. I just wanted to make sure you were safe is all."

Aang broke in quietly, knowing Sokka well enough to recognize the sarcasm.

"Sokka, if something's wrong, we need to know. We can't afford to be anything but our best when we invade the Fire Nation."

Sighing in frustration, Sokka kicked at a rock, slumping down near the fire pit.

"Nothing's wrong, it's just, I couldn't get to sleep last night."

"Why not? Was it Yue again?"

Sokka sighed, rubbing the knots in his temples. "No, not Yue. Here, it was this."

Aang looked at it closely, trying to figure out what it meant. Katara saw the scrap, and realization suddenly shown on her face.

"Sokka, is that…?"

"Yeah, it is."

Everyone jumped as a huge rock burst out of the ground, an ever-nonchalant Toph lounging forefront. "Snoozles, what's up? My feet say you look terrible. At least, more so."

Ignoring her, Aang turned to Katara. "You know what this is?"

"Yes, I do. It's Sokka's prophecy."

Toph spat rudely into the air, sending a donkey-fly crashing under its weight. "Sokka's what now?"

"His prophecy. Every Southern Water Tribe infant has a prophecy spoken over them at birth, no one knows how or why, but the matriarch of the family prophesizes something about the child's future. Usually they become clear within two or three years of the child's birth."

A bright smile broke through Aang's face. "Really, that's awesome! Wait, how come Sokka's hasn't happened yet?"

"Don't know. Mine came true pretty quick. Strong is she, born this day. Blood of lives past in her dwell. Heart and heart shall guide her might. A vessel of the ancients' spirit. Strong is she, born this day. Basically, I was going to grow up to be a strong water bender."

Lounging on a patch of earth, Toph waved briskly in the air. "That's nice and all, but I'm blind. I can't read what Sokka's says. Anyone care to enlighten a blind girl?"

Taking a breath, Sokka took back the paper. "Sorry Toph, I'll read it for you. It is my prophecy after all."

"Strong is He born this day. Moon and Ocean herald Patriarch. Lives gone and lives to come, in union only shall balance form. Ancient strife, come anew, as strife shall forge the dam. The Midnight Sun comes again, mortal as He left. Flame and Fire claim its rite, for the epoch cannot undo. Celestial provision, the might of kin shall shelter and strengthen. Shackled by the mind, phantasms haunt and worry. Willingly chained to servitude, a bond accepted and acknowledged. Born to lead a land, not of His heart, and bear the Union of Two. A scar that binds, healed by a scar, a testament to love that is true. An ancient totem, lost to time, surfaces from deep waters. Strong is He, born this day, who wields the Heaven's dark tooth. Strong is He, whom ancients bow, and the Sun is held in debt. Strong is He, to Him be bound, in time unfettered. Strong is He, whose succession is tied to water everlasting. Strong is He, born of the skies, His blood come again. Strong is He, born this day, unto us His favor be and grant us His prosperity."

Silence spread through the four, no one really seemed to know what to say. Aang was the first to break the quiet. "That sounds like Avatar stuff to me…"

Toph snorted loudly, "Well it can't be Twinkle Toes! You're the Avatar and not Sokka. Anything useful you wanna add?"

Aang smiled brightly. "I know. I just always wanted to say that! Sokka gets to say it all the time and I thought that this would be a great way to test it out…hmmm…feels good. You don't have to do anything but you still feel smart 'cause you spoke first!" His face getting more serious, he asked, "His sounded a lot different then yours. Do you know why?"

Katara got a pained look on her face. "I don't really understand it myself, Aang. Master Paku explained some of it to me. The Water Tribes have extremely strong ties to each other, and to our element. Because of that, the Moon Spirit gives us insight in our lives. Every prophecy is written down as it's spoken, because once the Spirit leaves, the prophecy can't be recalled. That's why our mom kept this paper, that's why Sokka keeps it. Usually the prophecies are short, and cryptic, but easy to understand with time. Sokka's is really long, and the entire feel of the message is much different. It seems like a completely different phenomenon."

Standing suddenly, Sokka shoved the paper in his pocket and started grabbing all his stuff.

Let's get going! We have an invasion to attend!" Pumping his fist until he fell over backwards, Sokka plastered a smile on his face and held a swagger at his hip.

Looking at every one warily, Aang nodded. "Everyone on Appa. We have somewhere to be."

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Dusk was creeping across the horizon as the gang reached a medium sized crater. Sokka felt eternally grateful that all conversation had steered clear of his 'prophecy'. Something told him that, whatever the prophecy meant, it would change his life drastically. He wasn't sure that he wanted that. He like being Sokka of the Southern Water Tribe-or the Boomerang guy, or even the short-lived ponytail guy. Still, there wasn't anyway to stop destiny from coming true.

The sun was still high enough in the sky to support some well deserved frolicking and fun-filled antics. Lounging in the water was relaxing, and everyone was splashing about merrily. Though currently engaged in fierce water battle between Aang and Katara, he felt oddly separate from the group. He wanted to be somewhere else. He didn't know where or why, he just felt like going somewhere. His musings were cut short as a giant wave from the two benders threw him forcefully against the shore. "Haha, you win guys. Seriously didn't think that I was enough to push two powerful benders to such lengths."

Katara giggled lightly, "Sokka, you know we'd never go easy on you!"

Sighing tiredly, "Yeah, I know. Hey guys, I'm gonna go for a quick walk. My feet are restless and I just wanna work it out before I get settled in."

"Okay Sokka. You know, if we hurt your feelings, we didn't mean to. Honest!"

"I know. I just, I don't know. I wanna get some sleep tonight, and think that clearing my head is the best way." Without another word, Sokka threw a wave over his shoulder and started heading out of the crater.

Katara watched him go, a soft, "Be safe" calling after him.

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Zuko lounged on a worn cliff face, his legs dangling carelessly over the edge. He felt like he needed to get away from all the politics that surrounded Azula and her companions. Mai was the only one of the three he could actually stand. Mai was fine, great even, but there were times like these when he just needed to be alone. Sighing softly, he tried to find relaxation in the sea breeze. Ahh, but he just couldn't! No matter how calm he felt, no matter where he went on vacation, there was this burning in his heart, this urge to get out there and do something! Naturally, his first thought was the Avatar. That Water Tribe girl, Katara, she could've brought him back. He knew the Avatar was still alive.

Grumbling, furious at the Avatar, at his sister, at himself…Zuko spotted a lone figure break the horizon. Having nothing better to distract him from his own angst, Zuko watched the stranger approach. Soon, he was close enough to see the face, despite the quickening dark. It was a teenage boy, maybe one or two years younger than himself. Sitting up straight, Zuko knew that boy; it was the peasant who always traveled with the Avatar!

Without another word or thought, Zuko sprang off his perch, determined to capture his only lead. The dusk added to his stealth, which was already sharply honed. Unbeknownst to he enemy, the Fire Nation Prince had swiftly circled behind the prey, and was quickly coming within attack range. Giving no warnings, Zuko delivered a powerful strike at the boy's neck, knocking him unconscious with a single blow.

Watching the figure crumple to the ground, Zuko was already planning how to smuggle his prize back to the capital without alerting his sister…

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Sokka raised his head groggily, trying to figure out where the hell he was. He knew he wasn't on Ember Island anymore; he had come out of his drug-induced stupor when he was being smuggled onto a small ship. If anyone recognized his ties to the Avatar, he would bet his boomerang that they had taken him to the capital. Sokka hung his head tiredly, he was gonna be tortured…there was no room for torture on his schedule! Just like firebenders, no consideration whatsoever!

Shaking the cobwebs out of his mind, Sokka tried to get a read on the room he was in. It was fairly large, and entirely open, seemingly carved right out of a volcano. It was hot and humid, and, if he strained as far as he could, he could see a door and a window boasting a view of thick white steam. His reconnaissance was hindered by his bindings. He was shackled in an odd, metal contraption that secured his neck and wrists in tandem with one another. Iron clasps tethered him the ground, forcing him to bend over, feet spread apart. From his position, he was facing a wall in an unused portion of the room. Sokka could see a bed and other furnishings out of the corner of his eye.

Cringing, Sokka braced himself as he heard a solid door open and shut ominously. Heavy footfalls worked their way across the room, echoing lightly in the sparse room. Sokka tried to think of someone, anyone, who could link him to the Avatar…but there was no one he knew that would've been on Ember Island! Grunting slightly, a pair of hot hands grasped his chin, forcing his gaze to meet his captor.

"Zuko!"

Sokka stared into a pair of amused, golden eyes. There was something off; the prissy lordling was trying to hide something from him.

"Well, I'm a little embarrassed, but you know my name, and I don't know yours. What is your name, boy?"

The Fire Nation Prince spoke in a disarmingly sweet tone, but Sokka was too smart to fall for it. "You mean you fucking kidnap me without knowing who I am? No wonder Azula is considered the smart one."

Smirking as irritation flashed through the prince's eyes, Sokka had to wonder what he was doing here, and why the prince was being 'nice'-if a disturbingly strange form of the courtesy. "Why am I here Zuko? Let me go!"

His breath caught as Zuko grabbed his neck, the other's face lowered right next to his ear. Sokka felt his heart jump as Zuko thumbed his neck, fingering his pulse.

"Uncle told me that Water Tribe natives are infamous in their ability to endure torture. To the point of it being impossible, unless you have someone they love. I think, though, I am going to have to try a new tactic with you."

Sokka knew the situation was escalating, and there was nothing he could do about it. His captor's eyes glinted dangerously.

"I am going to seduce you…and break your heart."

Revulsion ripped through his stomach. This, this, this lunatic was going to, to take his virginity? Why the hell would he want that! Rape him! No way in hell! With that thought, he began to thrash against his bindings, trying to escape. He tried to block out Zuko's voice, ignoring that fake tone.

"I know. That's what I thought at first, too. My Uncle discouraged this, though. He said the heart is a product of balance, and that balance puts me at risk as well. Whatever risk it is, I am willing to take it."

Sokka flinched as a ripple of heat cascaded around the room. "You won't seduce me, you ass! There's no way in hell you're gonna get me to do anything, you bastard!"

"No way, hmmm?"

Sokka looked over, curious. Zuko was holding a bottle, about the size of a large apple. It shone a deep red, but, he couldn't sense anything vile from it.

Noticing his look of confusion, Zuko smirked at his prey. "This is oil from a Phoenix Blossom. It's an odd plant; its oil is highly sought after. It has a relaxing scent, and does wonders for the body. However, its most curious trait is that, when heated, it becomes a fierce and almost intolerable aphrodisiac…but only to the Water Tribe. As luck would have it, I have a whole bottle for my own uses."

Fear finally etched itself across Sokka's face. That's just like the…"Twilight Glory…"

Zuko shot a gaze at his soon to be pet. "Yes, it has the opposite effects of the Twilight Glory. Yet, fortunately for me, you have none of those flowers available. Anyway, let's begin. Where is the Avatar?"

As if by rote, Sokka replied. "He died."

Wincing, Sokka felt those damned hands on him again.

"Shit!"

Flames danced along his tunic, and he squirmed to get away. The fire licked at his body, and he felt his garments fall away. It was happening. He was naked and sweating and Zuko began removing his armor.

"Now, now. Let's not lie. Where is the Avatar?"

"I don't know! He's dead!"

Sokka gulped as the bottle was opened, watching in sick fascination as one slender finger coated itself in oil.

Heat and pleasure erupted across his skin, as that single finger drew lazy patterns this way and that. He felt his body throw itself at the pleasure, his member going stiff within seconds. Whimpers fought their way out of his mouth, his own gasping the only ambience in the room.

"Sokka just let me know."

Gulping loudly, Sokka tried to appease his parched throat. Whatever Zuko had done to him really worked. It was all he could do not to beg for more. He fought for control over his body, once again blocking out that soft, silken voice. Determined, he vowed to not say a single word.

Zuko looked down at his trembling 'partner'. It looked as if the Water Tribe native was going to be difficult to break. He had already gone through the steps. Let the prisoner develop his own horrors. Remove his clothing-an opponent with clothes had more confidence than one without. Develop tangible fear. Any other prisoner Zuko had ever interrogated hardly made it past the first stage…but this boy…Sokka; he might actually have to take things all the way.

Coating his middle finger in the oil, he reached between the boy and started fondling his hole. Listening desperately for any sign of reluctance, any sign of giving in, Zuko was rewarded with soft mewling gags. He…began to lose focus. Sokka was stretched out by the stockade, his long musculature accented by sweat and desire. Zuko…couldn't think of anything else.

Without warning, he dug into the boy, watching with an unhealthy amount of joy as his prey squirmed and bucked under his administrations. One finger was joined by two, then three, and with each entry his prisoner pushed back. Zuko stayed his hand, watching as the teen fucked himself on his fingers. Sweat beaded across Zuko's forehead. Maybe, maybe this is what Uncle meant…that ensnaring another's heart…used his own as bait.

A sharp gasp of pleasure brought him from his daydreams, focusing his attentions on the task at hand. Zuko removed his fingers from the opening, and divested himself of his remaining clothing. Coating his princehood in the oil, he plunged into Sokka, immediately assaulted by the hot, twitching sheath.

Sokka was in heaven…or hell; wherever he was he didn't want to leave! Sparks exploded deep inside of him, flash fires left by Zuko's excavating fingers. He wanted to scream in frustration at the loss of those digits, only to be rewarded by a hard shaft of pure sensations spiking through him.

He waited for, oh spirits did he wait for it. A single tear gathered at his eye, threatening to trail down his cheek. He wished it was a tear of sadness, of revulsion. He wanted it to be a sign of hate! But, gods, did he feel so full of joy! He felt so fucking complete he was crying!

He didn't have much time for contemplation, as Zuko's thrusts became erratic, hitting something inside of him. Sokka blushed a fierce red, but couldn't hold on any longer. His cock jumped sporadically, spraying thick jets of cum that coated his chest and neck. The prince's jabs became impossibly fast, and his weakening pleasure burst through him once again. He could…he could feel Zuko get even harder inside of him…he felt him start to cum, pumping hot seed deep inside of him. Gods, he had never felt so good.

Zuko unlocked Sokka's bindings, pulling the boy with him too the bed. Collapsing at the foot of the monolithic mattress, he tugged his prisoner onto his lap. A light blush spread across his olive skin, not sure how to react. He looked at his victim, only to be greeted by a brilliant smile.

Smirking, he posed a question to his 'lover'. "Where is the Avatar?"

"Damned if I know."

A cheeky grin spread over his face, and Zuko couldn't help but return it. Throwing the captive onto the bed, he quickly became caught up in his interrogations.

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So. Anyone wanna help on this one? Black fang can go two ways from here; progress through the end of the tv timeline and be split into a sequel, or I can continue with one story. Granted, I'll be skipping a lot of the tv timeline, just a little more depth. My inspiration for this story is FIRE CHILD...so...any input would be great.