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The room is too quiet.
It really should’ve tipped him off sooner, but Zuko had been on such high alert traveling through the halls of the palace, he hadn’t really spared the planning of what to watch for if he actually made it in here .
He is quiet, at least. Dark clothing down to his feet, muffling every step as he walks into the space, blades drawn as his eyes flick around the space.
His mission was simple: Kill the Moon Spirit.
And Zuko had been under no illusion that it would be easy, that his father was even suspecting that he would succeed, but the thought of actually doing it, of bringing him an impossible prize, was too tempting.
He would have to acknowledge him then. He would have to.
“Well, well. What have we here ?”
The voice sounds from behind him in the dark, and Zuko freezes.
No.
Not just freezes, is frozen, muscles taught and unresponsive as his arms stretch wide, swords clattering to the floor with a cacophonous noise. All of his movements are not his own, and he can’t fight against it at all.
He breathes shallow, panicked , eyes able to dart around the space but unable to even twitch as hands run down his sides, patting his clothing and removing every bit of weaponry he has before tossing them away.
“So then, you are the latest assassin come to try their hand?” And finally there is a face to go with it, as the Moon Spirit circles in front of him.
Zuko has seen him before, only at a distance, and it certainly did not do him justice. He is aglow in the dark, bright white hair and blazing eyes, taking his assailant in with nothing more than faint amusement. “Did you think me defenseless? Did you never pause to wonder why my guard detail was so lacking?”
Zuko still can’t speak, can do nothing but watch wide-eyed as the other man’s - Sokka, he knows his name is Sokka at least- hand runs up the plane of his belly and chest, touch warm and firm through the cloth of his shirt.
His heart pounds, blood rushing and there is no fight to be had against the heat scorching across his face.
Sokka smiles, head cocked as if he knows , and his fingers reach the edge of the mask. “Let’s see who it is, that is trying their luck.”
Zuko can’t even flinch, and his last bit of defense is pulled from him, mask clattering to the floor beside him.
Sokka’s eyes widen, searching his face as his fingers linger along Zuko’s jaw. “Well. If it isn’t the banished prince, come here to win favour no doubt.” His thumb drags light just beneath Zuko’s scar, careful and gentle. “Though my gut is telling me it is not truly your want to do so. Tell me, princeling, who is the hand that is wielding such a pretty blade .” Sokka’s gaze rakes him, head to foot and back, touch still firm along his jaw as he tilts him upwards slightly.
And then Zuko can move, suddenly, body lax once more as Sokka releases whatever hold he had been maintaining. His eyes dart to the weapons that had been thrown, but Sokka’s grip on his chin tightens and pulls his gaze back. “Do not try it. I can snap your neck with a thought, just like I have done to all the others.”
Zuko can almost feel it.
The power , emanating from the person in front of him, energy filling the space of the room as if the air itself is heavy with it.
Sokka is the most dangerous person he has ever met.
And it is no surprise that he is also the most beautiful.
Zuko curses his libido’s apparent lack of self preservation, flush heating across his chest and up his neck as he speaks. “Why haven’t you?”
Sokka laughs, teeth sharp and smile crooked a second before he presses directly into Zuko, pushing him back against the wall with his forearm braced across Zuko’s chest. “I thought about it. But most come here with the intent of gaining glory, some ill advised notion of getting the title of ‘god killer,’ but that is not quite you, is it?”
Zuko can barely answer, suddenly flooded with pressure and heat, with Sokka pressed against his front, speaking inches from his lips. “No.”
Because it seems ill-advised to lie, and because he doubts Sokka could even be lied to .
Sokka nods, smile softening a bit as he continues. “It just seems a waste. Such a pretty princeling coming to kill me, when he could just fuck me instead.” He punctuates his point with a roll of his hips, free hand slipping down to grab a handful of Zuko’s ass, and he can’t help but gasp at the friction even through their clothing.
Zuko doesn’t know when this night went so sideways so quickly, but his blood rushes south so fast he is almost dizzy with it, hands reaching for Sokka’s waist just so he has something to hang onto. “Why would you…” He trails off, not knowing the ending of what he wants to say, but hearing the options circle in his own mind.
Why would you let me live?
Why would you let me do that?
Why would you want me?
But Sokka seems to pick up on it anyway, arm releasing his chest to curl a hand around the back of Zuko’s neck. “Because you’re cute, and because I know it would be good. Up to you princeling.” Sokka watches him carefully, thumb dragging along his frantic pulse in a way that makes Zuko whine at the feeling. “I can either quietly escort you out of the palace, weaponless and unsuccessful. Or-” He leans closer, teeth nipping at Zuko’s ear lobe as he continues. “-we can test the strength of my bed frame, hm?”
Zuko is kissing him before Sokka can even finish the word, hands shooting up to grab his face and pull him in, and oh, Sokka’s lips are soft and cool against his, tongue slipping in greedily to wrap around his own.
Sokka makes an appreciative noise, and his hands grab at Zuko’s clothes, pulling ties free and getting him exposed in a blink. Zuko steps out of them without a thought, and doesn’t even get the chance to reciprocate before Sokka pulls loose of his own, robes falling away to pool at his feet and oh fuck .
If Zuko thought he was beautiful before .
Sokka is miles of smooth dark skin, decorated with intricate tattoos that wind in patterns all along him, eyes still glowing white as he leans back with a smirk. The moon spirit lifts a hand to his hair tie, pulling it free to let the ivory strands fall loose down his back, and the movement catches Zuko’s eye as he finally notices the twin piercings adorning his nipples.
They are silvery, shimmering in the dim glow, and he doesn’t hesitate to drop a hand to one and rub his thumb along the peak of the bud where the metal runs through.
Sokka’s reaction is instant, breath hitching and hips bucking, cock dragging deliciously against Zuko’s with the motion. He does it again, rewarded with a breathy gasp, and then Zuko cannot resist for another second, getting an arm around Sokka’s waist to pull him close and bending to get his lips around his nipple and sucking .
Sokka’s hands rake into his hair, tangling to hold him there as his chest heaves against Zuko’s face. “Yes, yes , fuck princeling, just like that, you’re so good .”
The words slip heat down his spine, and Zuko hums happily around his prize, tongue laving along the cool metal before he nibbles lightly at the bud and tugs. And then he is being wrenched back, making a disappointed noise as it leaves his mouth before he is brought eye to eye with Sokka once more.
The Moon Spirit is breathless, eyes blazing and looking at him like a meal , and Zuko can feel the throbbing pulse of Sokka’s cock jutting against his hip. “Sensitive?” He grins, licking across his teeth, and it is… probably unwise to tease Sokka of all people, but Zuko’s brain is no longer concerned with his safety apparently.
Sokka’s eyes widen in shock, before a sharp look crosses his face, and Zuko barely has a second to react before he is being pulled from the wall and shoved down to splay on Sokka’s bed. “Oh princeling, what a surprise you are.” He follows him down, throwing a leg over Zuko’s hips to straddle him as he settles.
He’s glorious like this, and Zuko has no doubt he is looking at a god above him as Sokka leans back and runs a hand through his white mane of hair to try and tame it back somewhat, cock jutting proudly against his belly. Even it is beautiful, dark and flushed, curving lightly and Zuko wonders if he might be able to convince Sokka to fuck him instead next time.
And that is already a dangerous line of thinking, that is already asking for more than would ever be safe, but Zuko already knows that he will never be satisfied with just once. That he will not be able to recover from the taste of Sokka’s kiss or the feel of his hands.
His hands run up the soft warmth of Sokka’s thighs, coming to rest at his hips to anchor him as he rocks a bit, needing some kind of pressure against his own cock where it's leaking against his abs. Sokka goes with the motion with a smile, letting his weight fall harder and reaching to take Zuko’s cock in his hand with a pleased hum. “Perfect, this is going to be good .”
Zuko’s head drops back as Sokka strokes him, spreading his precum down until everything is slick and hot and he would be fucking into his fist if his hips weren’t pinned right now. As it is, he can barely breathe, hands surely leaving bruises on Sokka’s hips where they have turned to a vice, and whining through his teeth when Sokka rubs his thumb firmly back and forth beneath his sensitive cockhead.
Sokka’s smile is a wicked, wolven , thing. Teeth sharp and catching his own lip as he keeps going, relentless until Zuko sits up with a snarl and yanks his hand away. “Hm, so impatie -”
He doesn’t give him the chance to finish, kissing the smugness right out of his mouth as he presses up hard. Sokka is still cool to the touch, and if anything it stokes the inferno running in Zuko even hotter, tongue slipping into his mouth to chase the taste of him.
Sokka’s hands slide into his hair to tangle, gripping him to angle it just-so, and making a pleased sound as Zuko remains pliant to his touch. He smiles into the kiss, easing back to nibble at his lips, teeth sharp and threatening as they tug at them a bit.
He’s still rocking, cocks pressed tight together, and Zuko can feel the heady throb of him against his own and seeks it out as he trails his mouth and teeth down Sokka’s jaw to dig into his pulse point and suck .
He is rewarded with a gasp, and the hiking of a heart rate he can feel against his lips, as Sokka’s fingers in his hair tighten painfully and hold him where he is.
A quiet ask for more that he is more than happy to offer.
Zuko stays like that for a bit, nibbling and sucking and tugging at the skin, until it is purpling with fresh bruises, and each bite has Sokka’s hips jolting against his own. When he does pull back, its to the vision of Sokka fully flushed, breathing heavy through an open mouth as he watches him with a hungry look.
Sokka blinks, before listing to the side slightly to reach into a pot at his bedside, coming away with fingers slick and dripping, and Zuko gets the idea instantly, making a disgruntled noise before his own hand intercedes and coats itself on Sokka’s palm. “I will do it .”
It is almost a snarl, the demand made with no care of who exactly is in his lap right now, but Sokka seems unbothered, simply shooting him an amused look and gesturing for him to get on with it, then.
Zuko smirks, spreading his own legs a bit to knock Sokka’s wider around them, and bending his knees to brace up against Sokka’s back. He takes his time, running his oiled fingers over Sokka’s cock first, both because he hasn’t yet, and to slick himself even further with a bit of his precum before he slips his hand between his legs and teases along his entrance.
Because this is something he’s good at. And something he enjoys, and Zuko leans up for another kiss to cover the moan that rips from Sokka as he breathes a bit of heat into his hand and slips the first finger in.
Sokka gives to him easily, relaxing into the press even as his eyes snap open, glow a little brighter than before. He makes a questioning noise into Zuko’s mouth, but Zuko just hums in response, licking along the seam of his lips before pushing his tongue through at the same time as another near searing finger.
Zuko throws his free arm around Sokka’s hips as he jolts, breaking off with a whine as his fingers claw into Zuko’s hair. “You- you , fucking firebender .” But it isn’t angry, near a laugh as Sokka bucks down against his hand.
Zuko smiles back, taking the opportunity to search properly, fingers dragging firmly along his walls until Sokka starts writhing against him in earnest, adding another finger to pet along the spot that has precum flowing steadily to drip onto Zuko’s belly.
Sokka is so beautiful, red-flushed and viscous as his eyes narrow, hands freeing from his hair to grip his jaw and pull his attention. “You better fuck me right now , princeling, or I will not be held responsible for using you for my own needs.”
The muscles in Zuko’s back freeze taut, unmoving for a moment before Sokka releases the hold to make his point.
It should be frightening. The easy display of such power should not have Zuko grinning, wanting , as arousal sits heavy in his belly at the thought of just being thrown back and used . But the visual is enthralling, to lay unmoving, just as a toy, just as a seat , for Sokka to ride and find his own pleasure on.
Sokka blinks at him at the pause, grin slowly spreading across his face as his fingers tip beneath Zuko’s chin. “Well, aren’t you full of surprises.” His hand drops further, laying light across Zuko’s throat, thumb stroking along the thundering pulse. “I could certainly indulge another time, but I want you properly for today.”
He levers up to his knees, removing Zuko’s hand with a slick noise before reaching into that pot again and smearing Zuko’s cock with whatever lube it contains.
Zuko doesn’t even have a second to breathe before he is lined up and sinking into blissful, velvety heat, biting hard into his own lip to keep from bucking up at the feeling. Sokka makes a gorgeous noise, half whining and half laughing as he descends, mouth open and panting as he finally sits flush. “ Fuck , I knew you would be good, spirits, you’re so thick .”
He rises and falls once, testing, back arched as he builds a slow rhythm, and Zuko is drowning in the feeling of tight pressure and heat all around him. The angle of having Sokka spread across his lap puts his chest at easy access, and Zuko couldn’t resist the decorative metal if he tried , leaning up to pull one nipple back into his mouth and bringing his hand up to tug and pinch at the other one.
He sucks hard, relishing in the sharp gasp as Sokka loses all pretense of carefulness, riding faster and faster until the room is filled with the slap of skin on skin and the slick noise of Zuko’s cock shoving in and out.
Zuko wants him to come, wants to see him come so bad, can already feel the pool of his precum sitting on his belly where it drips down, and he wants Sokka to add to the mess. He wants to be filthy with it.
He can hear the desperation climbing, Sokka’s whine growing sharper, and he pulls off with a pop to look up at him briefly. “What do you need?” His throat feels like gravel, and the words definitely feel that way as they leave him, but Sokka just looks down, eyes bright and panting.
“ Bite me .”
And Zuko can certainly oblige, grinning as he snaps his hips up in time to Sokka’s fall, getting his mouth back on his nipple and sinking his teeth in around the metal, hard .
Sokka shouts, hips stuttering as they continue to move, losing all sense of rhythm as his cock pulses, striping Zuko with streaks of hot white cum as he clutches at Zuko’s head to keep him where he is.
Zuko hums appreciatively, sucking at the metal still and laving his tongue over the stiff nipple before leaning back. “Can you do that again?” Sokka blinks down at him, breathing hard, abdomen still spasming as he raises a brow in question. “Can you come like that twice in a row?”
Sokka’s eyes widen, smiling wickedly as he nods. “Yes. I can.”
Zuko reaches for Sokka’s legs, pulling them forward to wrap around his back before sitting up and tossing Sokka down to splay on the bed. “Good.” He starts to thrust again, properly, hooking an arm under Sokka’s knee to drag it up and let him go deeper. “ I want to see it. ”
Sokka hisses, head dropping back at the sudden rearranging, hand gripped into the pillow above his head. “Mmm, won’t take much, fuck you’re so - fuck -” His other leg tightens around Zuko’s hip, encouraging him to go faster, harder , and he notices that Sokka’s cock is still hard and flushed, never softening at all.
He somewhat wants to ask if that is a power thing, but mostly he is already lost in the weeds of his own pleasure, chasing and dodging the tightening in his own belly as he tries to last just a little bit longer. “I want to see you come.” He hikes Sokka’s leg further, nearly bending him in half. “I want you to make a mess all over your pretty nipples, so I can suck them clean.”
His free hand comes up to make his point, pinching and pulling at them once more, and Zuko loves the little jolts Sokka gives each time, arching up into him and moaning openly into the air between them. “Yes, spirits, please .”
Zuko drops his head, teeth gritted as he fucks in harder and harder, shoving Sokka up the bed a bit, stronger than he means to and it takes him a minute to realize that it isn’t all him . That some of his muscles are pushing way harder than he has asked for, and he blinks down at Sokka with a knowing look.
But the Moon Spirit is unrepentant, apparently keen to get fucked hard enough to bruise, because he just grins back, making a quick gesture with his index finger that has Zuko’s arm snapping forward and collapsing his entire weight onto him. “I’m not fragile.”
Zuko glares. “ Greedy .” But he obliges, throwing his back into it until Sokka is making little hitching gasps, toes curling and hands white knuckled in the bedspread. It’s too much, he’s going to come, both from the sight and the restless pleasure of being used like this, but he wants Sokka right along with him.
He bends, angle awkward but worth it to snag his teeth into a piercing and pull hard, enough that Sokka’s nipple stretches from his body before he releases it to snap back, and that is all it takes.
The noise that leaves Sokka will be seared into Zuko’s memory forever, half snarling as his whole body writhes in his hold, weaker strips of cum landing across his chest and collar bone from where he is folded up beneath him.
Zuko doesn’t stand a chance after that, barely registers his own abdomen tightening, balls drawing up as he pumps into Sokka, as deep as he can get with Sokka’s leg still pulling him closer still. It is blinding, pleasure so hot and burning Zuko can barely breathe as he rides out the wake of it, but coming to is another experience entirely.
Because Sokka has pulled him tight to his body, voice rough but quiet and gentle as he pets down the back of Zuko’s neck. “So good for me, so perfect , what a lovely thing you are, Zuko.”
It is the first time he has said his name since they began, and it sounds so soft and warm coming from Sokka that Zuko’s breath hitches, chest suddenly tightening against the sudden flood of wanting.
Not for sex, or not just for sex, but for him .
He pulls back a bit, watching Sokka heave breaths along with him, gazing back up with a soft look and running a hand up to hold Zuko’s jaw.
Zuko wonders if he can feel the sudden panic, guesses that it is probably likely but the normal angry reaction to cover the weakness never comes. Instead he just leans into Sokka’s palm and closes his eyes as he wills his heart rate to calm.
It takes a minute, before his body begins to shout at the prolonged position, and he carefully pulls Sokka’s leg from around him and slips his softening cock out with a mess of cum coming with it.
Sokka hisses, but stretches as his limbs are freed, glancing down at himself and back up with a coy look. “Well. All yours if you feel like keeping that promise.”
Zuko follows his gaze to the streaks of cum across his chest, laughing softly and settling down on top of him to do just that.
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He wakes with the dawn, early pinking light just beginning to edge in on the blackness of night, disoriented for a moment before the events of his previous evening come hurtling back to him.
And Sokka is still dead to the world, curled up against his back with his arms draped loose around Zuko’s waist, breathing softly into the skin of his neck.
Zuko is so comfortable.
Sore .
But comfortable.
Warm and satisfied, and feeling an odd sense of safety he doesn’t remember having since he was a child. Which should be impossible, considering. With one of the most dangerous people on the planet spooned up behind him, but the only feeling he can summon in response is bone deep relief.
He takes half a second to eye the small pile of his weapons strewn in the corner of the room, brow tightening in the wake of his arrogance the night before, and then he just shifts, shuffling back more firmly into Sokka’s hold and smiling when his arms tighten reflexively.
Sokka makes a drowsy noise against his jaw, leg shoving between Zuko’s to tangle ankles. “Okay?”
Zuko can feel the cool metal of those piercings against the skin of his back, and the telltale pulse of a half hard cock pressed into the cleft of his ass, and he can’t help but smile and tilt his head to kiss Sokka’s bicep.
“ Perfect .”
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