Set: #4

Week 4: Mars (Action, desire, aggression, energy)

Genres: Romance

Rating: M

Setting: Post-comics

Mars

Action, desire, aggression, energy

Sokka had a secret…

…a secret he had kept for years. A secret that would undoubtedly piss off most of his friends and family. A secret that couldn't continue.

"So…" Azula purred, gazing up at him with beckoning golden eyes. "My room or your room tonight?"

The truth was, Sokka couldn't stop himself from fucking the Fire Nation princess at every possible opportunity. They didn't see each other often, but at every birthday party, wedding, major holiday, any group celebration, even at funerals for spirits' sake, somehow the two of them would find a way to sneak off and bang it out. Some sessions were quick, some were more drawn out. Some were sensual and tender, with eye contact, soft kisses, and affectionate words; others were nasty, dirty, almost hateful, with hair pulling, biting, scratching, light choking, spanking, and words that would make even a hardened pirate clutch their pearls. On a bed, up against a wall, in a palanquin, under a desk, on the bathroom floor… it didn't matter. They would have each other.

"We can't keep doing this."

Ever since he and Suki called it quits, he'd found comfort in the arms – and between the legs – of the firebender. What had started as an alcohol-fueled rebound hookup had somehow turned into something much more perverse. It was wrong on so many levels. Azula had been his most formidable enemy during the war, she imprisoned his ex-girlfriend at the Boiling Rock, she tried to kill Aang, she and Katara absolutely loathed each other, she was his best friend's younger sister… there were so many reasons why their fuck-buddy relationship, or whatever the hell they were, was unsustainable.

"Oh, spare me the theatrics, Sokka," she scoffed, rolling her eyes. "You said that last time… and we both remember how that turned out." She smirked.

Sokka never thought that at age 29 – with his 30th birthday right around the corner – that he'd be single with no prospects, living alone, still figuring out what he wanted to do or who he wanted to be. He always imagined that at this stage in his life, he'd be happily married, maybe even with a kid on the way, but that was his sister's life, not his. Not with Azula swimming through his veins.

"So, let me repeat the question." She crossed her arms as she continued to look smugly at him. "My room tonight, or yours?"

Azula had unwittingly sabotaged every date Sokka had been on since he'd been single. The dates always started out okay, pleasant even, but then they never progressed from there. They were always just okay. No sparks, no fireworks. First kisses made him feel numb. All he could think about was how much he'd rather be kissing Azula, how alive he felt when he was with her. And he couldn't tell anyone about it. Azula was actively ruining his life, and he was letting her.

And he loved it.

"Yours," he muttered.

"See you there."