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Zuko sighed as he raised his boot from yet another patch of ground that had suddenly become mud. He hated being in this place, but it had to be done. A ton of criminals had been released to fight off the encroaching on the day of Sozin’s Comet and his father’s defeat. As the new Fire Lord, it had fallen to Zuko to orchestrate their recapturing, many having scattered once the battle seemed won. He was still cleaning up the mess a couple of years later. He had received intel a month ago about an extremely powerful firebender terrorizing the villages that lived in this jungle with the threat of burning it all. With Aang and Katara off facilitating, and Toph ill suited to the shakey ground here, he needed to call upon Sokka for help. Zuko couldn’t take the man alone without the immolation of this beautiful place, so he was essentially just to counter the other firebender. But, as the trek into the depths of this place grew longer and longer, Zuko’s irritation with the environment only blossomed, to the point where he was half considering burning it down himself. There were no solid rivers or lakes to bathe in, the heat was awful, and someone always had to stay on watch which meant that, with the insects that always came nipping, sleep was horrible, when it could even be gotten. There was no privacy, so themotions…and other things, stayed pent up. The fact he had to walk downwind of Sokka just ticked him off further. The Water Tribe warrior reeked after three days of this expedition. They didn’t have any practice of deodorant or scents to cover their scent up and, while Zuko had brought some Fire Nation ones. They…had been lost when a thorny bush gave way to a half mile mudslide, spilling their packs and the contents all across the slope. At the time they had agreed that it was more important to keep going, but Zuko was severely regretting that choice. Sokka’s smell was salty, as most guy’s were, but to a degree that made Zuko wonder if it was from the close relationship to the sea the tribe he came from had. It was bitter, and just constantly in Zuko’s nose. He eventually spoke up.
“Sokka, would you mind not raising your arms so much? This jungle doesn’t smell the best, and you don’t either.” Sokka turned, his nutmeg-skinned arms falling to his side briefly before he raised his voice right back,
“You smell too, Princey, and you haven’t been hearing me complain about it. I’m doing all the work while you stand back there.”
“You stink like a horrible beach. I smell better.”
“You just can’t smell yourself! You’re like burned clothing and ash!!”
“Am not!”
Sokka stowed his blade, and dropped his voice, saying, “Wanna bet.”
“What?” Zuko paused, caught a little off guard by the change in demeanor
"Do you. Want to bet. That you smell just as bad, if not worse than me."
"How would you even prove that?" The Fire Lord asked quizzically.
"Doesn't even matter. I asked you, do you bet."
"Fine! Whatever!" Zuko said, temper flaring.
Sokka stowed his machete away in its sheath, rolled his shoulders, and then unexpectedly launched himself at the Fire Lord, who was bowled over in seconds. Sokka was forcing the noble’s body to fold in on himself, compacting Zuko's sweaty body and soaked clothes into a protesting ball of Fire Nation indignation. The sooty smell Sokka had talked about stuffed Zuko's nose, making him wrinkle it. It was overwhelming this close, unmasked from, as per usual, by the brain’s normal ability to tune out constant stimuli. Zuko flailed out, gagging before be choked out,
“Sokka, I got it, let go!” The Water tribesman relented, letting the pale prince out, who sat up, huffing the semi-clean air, still having to smell a ton of Sokka stink. Which reminded him, “Fine, fine yeah I smell but, not as bad as you do.” He expected Sokka to retort just as he had, but the dark haired man just lifted his arm, and took a deep whiff of the hairy pit, before putting it down and shrugging.
“It’s not that bad.” Zuko sputtered, while Sokka considered. “But, I suppose…by the bet you also have to take a deep smell too. And Vice versa. So.” Sokka sank back down, grabbing Zuko’s head, manhandling him and showing his head into the opposite pit. Zuko’s mind was overwhelmed once again, both by the scent and the fact he was just being bodied about by the other warrior. Made to do such dirty things just because of a dumb bet and the other’s strength. Something about it caused a stir in him, which led to him just inhaling deeply, and with more, drowning in the salty scent. Sokka chuckled and pulled him out, Zuko’s head still swimming, in a daze. Sokka cocked his head and snapped his fingers in front of Zuko’s eyes. The raven haired firebender blinked hard, styring to clear his mind, but upon opening he simply saw Sokka going into Zuko’s own pits, causally, and thinking on it after taking a deep smell, before actually leaning in again to lick a stripe up the trimmed hairs that were leaden with sweat, like most all of them. Zuko was aghast and, getting worked up by this, such a clear departure from the prim and proper presentations and pageantry of the Fire Nation. It was refreshing honestly, as well as arousing. When it became alarming, when Zuko realized, with their proximity to each other, Sokka had noticed the effect he was having. His knee, planted directly against the throbbing bulge Zuko was now sporting. Their eyes met, both, stunned into silence.
Zuko broke the silence first, “It-It’s not what it, looks like!” He stared at Sokka’s face, desperate for his reaction.
“What it looks like…is that I won.” Sokka smirked. “Since you enjoyed my manly smell, Mr.. High and Mighty Firelord.”
Zuko sputtered again, searching Sokka’s features for anything but, the pride the other had of winning, but when his eyes drifted, he noticed a similar bulge in the blue garment of the Water tribesman. “Hey!” He called it out.
“What?” Sokka quirked an eyebrow
“You, you enjoyed it too! My, body oder.”
“Nah, I don’t know what you’re taking about.”
“I can see it!” Zuko said, and reached forward angrily. The nutmeg hands made a grab for the pale one, but, Zuko connected first, grabbing the bulge Sokka was displaying, opening his mouth to retort again. He stopped, frozen, as his brain caught up with his actions, and the two breathed heavily once again, inhaling each other’s scents, warm bodies inches away from another, Zuko’s features dusted with pink. His brain raced for something to say, and falling on, “Wow.”
“Hm?”
“I just…what, is this dude? There’s no way you’re this-”
“Oh, yeah it is.” Sokka said, pride regained in moments. “What, does the Firelord not have that impressive a prick, so he’s a prick about it~?” He ribbed teasingly.
“I, Hey! I have a great dick!” Zuko couldn’t believe he was going along with this but, the closeness, the masculine scent being thrown up by the both of them and the break from the tensions just had him coasting along on this. Plus there…was a possibility his mind was supplying, that he immediately put into words. “I bet you mine is better.”
“You’re on, Zuko.” Sokka said, immediately standing up and looking for a short tree, before he began to strip down. Zuko watched, not moving, as more and more of the male’s muscular body was revealed. It had been, years since he had seen the other undressed, and they had been kind indeed. The lanky form had filled out, with both muscles and a dusting of hair that gave Sokka a powerful figure, but not bulky. Wirey, corded muscle, instead of a beefcake. Sokka turned, as he finished folding up and putting his shirt and pants, only in a white fundoshi on the tree and asked, “Are you just going to sit there?”
Zuko struggled up, rubbing his face lightly, and began to strip off himself. He was still pale everywhere, and ruling hadn’t given him all that much time for body training. He had however, maintained what he had the best he could, still worthy in a fight. He slipped off traditional Fire Nation undergarments, to reveal a hard and long 9 inches, with pronounced veins going up the shaft, ending in a pink head. He crossed his arms at Sokka, who reached down, undoing the Fundoshi, and revealing a 6 incher, that was twice as thick as Zuko, glans beautifully dark against the skin, foreskin intact.
“Soooo. I think I win.”
Zuko could not keep up with Sokka’s brazenness, and just, stared. Even with all the sweat, dirt, and grime that had accumulated on their travel, Sokka looked, hot. Breathtakingly so.
“Helllooo. Earth to Zuko.” Sokka called out, Zuko shaking his head.
“Mine’s longer.” He said halfheartedly.
“Not about the length. People like it when they feel stretched and full. You’ll go deep but.” Sokka stepped forward and, actually poked the head of the cut dick, a dollop of pre getting on his finger. “You won’t fill em.”
“...people?”
“Oh yeah. I mean, surely you’ve messed around a bit? Rituals and trials of manhood?”
Zuko got redder, looking away, as he shook his head.
Sokka laughed, before dropping his voice and stepping even closer, his warm dick touching Zuko’s skin. “Well, you want to~?”
Zuko could only nod, as Sokka’s smile widened, as he asked, “Would you like me to lead?” He gave a final nod, looking back at Sokka, the smile morphing into a smirk.
“We still have the other bet to settle. So, lie down for me.”
Zuko nodded and complied, a small thrill shooting up his spine and another perl of pre-come emerging from his tip. This felt good, obeying willingly. To someone he trusted. He laid back, looking down to make sure they were on solid ground. When he looked back, he saw Sokka’s hairy and, pungent ass descending on him. His eyes widened, and he had only a second before the cheeks were atop his face, drawing him into the salty scent. It was the strongest it had ever been, and Zuko loved it. He opened his mouth to talk, but found it had the effect of letting the taste in. It was better than anything Zuko had had before. Manly and powerful, and so much.
Sokka spoke out, as Zuko’s tongue went out to explore and gather more taste. “Yeah, lick it up, taste around a little~ I’ll do the same, plus a little extra to prepare you. Then, I’ll be able to win both the bets at once.”
Zuko would have rolled his eyes, if he wasn’t enjoying himself too much. He chastised himself about wanting to deride Sokka’s competitive spirit, since it was exactly what got him into this position. His tongue hesitantly explored the completely unshaven tangle. He ravished it, running the muscle all over it. He could understand why the other never carried deodorants or the like this was too good. He lost himself in the work, lashing over the hole, the sweat soaked hair, all of it, eyes closed, only breathing through his nose. His entire senses, devoted to Sokka’s warrior ass and the things that came with it. It was, a while before Sokka would raise up, a thread of saliva briefly forming between the dusky hole and Zuko’s tongue, his eyes opening as he looked up at Sokka. The Water Tribesman had clearly enjoyed himself, lightly stroking himself as he repositioned.
“Your turn Zuko.” He said. “But take your time. I know how good my manly musk is~”
Zuko took another minute to bask in it, and stood himself, Sokka laying down. Zuko hesitantly squatted, and adjusted into kneeling, pausing further before Sokka grabbed the pal hips with his commanding hands, forcing Zuko to sit. Sokka buried himself immediately into his work, Zuko’s ass not quite as hairy, since the Fire Nation had a standard of shaving and cleanliness, but he was no less sweaty. Zuko has to bring a hand up to his mouth to muffle a moan, Sokka’s tongue extremely talented, evidently well practiced. It circled Zuko’s pink rosebud, teasing it, before running across it then circling out wider to lick up the sweat that clung along the crevice. Sokka seemingly enjoyed toyed with the fire bender, nay, the Fire Lord, murmured tones evidently pleased with himself that he had such a powerful figure under his thumb. And under it Zuko was mewling, every time the other drew close to the virgin hole Zuko tried to move to bring it in, worked up. Eventually, Sokka complied with the non-verbal pleas, and plunged in, the hot wetness forcing its way inside Zuko. When it did, his back went ramrod straight as an unfettered gasp , easing into a pleasured sigh escaped him. Sokka wasted no time, liberally tongue fucking the noble lord, such that by the time the sensations stopped as he pulled out, Zuko was riding it a little. He looked back, as Sokka guided him off his face.
“Are you ready, boss man~?” Sokka teased, looking up cockily. Zuko nodded immediately, and Sokka guided him, turning him around and scooting forward so Zuko was kneeled, Sokka holding his own dick straight up. His other hand rested on Zuko’s hip again, thumbing it, comforting. Zuko sucked in a breath, but Sokka chided, “Relax. Breathe out, and sink, open. If you tense up,this won’t be easy, or fun~” Zuko nodded, and slowly, lowered himself, tension leaving as his knees sank, Sokka guiding him. The tip of the thick dick brushed against Zuko’s hole, and he closed his eyes. He took a deep breath in and out, and pushed into it, getting the head in in one motion. Another massive moan tore from his throat, all of Sokka’s words about being filled suddenly making sense. This was, fucking amazing. It was, also, just the start. He eased himself down, inch by inch, pleasured noises pumping out of him. When he reached the bottom of it, he had to sit for a moment and gather himself. Spirits, Sokka was thick. Sokka’s other hand came up, both on Zuko now, and, when he indicated he was ready top move, continued to guide him, setting up a rhythm, Sokka thrusting up to help. On the third one, Zuko felt it hit something inside him that nearly whited out his brain with pleasure. He began aiming himself, so each sink down would have that area. Sokka’s hands gripping harder, as for the first time as since this all began, it seemed like Sokka was getting lost in sensation as well, Zuko’s tight virginal hole gripping the thick cock and milking it like no other Sokka had had before. Zuko panted, increasing his speed, fucking himself on the magnificent dick, moaning and whining, getting just as lost. It felt like only moments before his balls began to draw up in anticipation of release. Sokka spoke up,
“Let’s, do it together, hmmmgh?”
Zuko nodded, and Sokka began to count,
“One.” The length filled and, almost felt like it completed Zuko, pleasure running along every nerve.
“Two.” Their balls churned, pent up from the journey, finally given the chance to…
“Three.” Zuko pushed himself all the way down, the cock hitting the spot one last time, his long shaft jolting and spraying the nutmeg chest with pure white cum, even as the length inside him throbbed and released, warm release pumping into him. Zuko could only breath, frozen, more pleasure coming over him then ever before. Sokka smiled, and sighed, “Guess I win both the bets then~”
Zuko nodded, and eventually, pulled off the other shakily, Sokka helped guide him to a seat beside him, where the Fire Lord laid down. The entire area stank of their scents intermingled, soot, the sea, and raw sex. Zuko could feel the warm seed inside him as he turned over to look at Sokka, mouth opening to talk. But his lips were interlocked with Sokka’s own, a deep passionate kiss shared between the warriors, after a moment of primal passion. Zuko was so glad he had lost the deodorant.