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Life in the Fire Nation was luxurious, for Sokka at least. Ever since Zuko brought him as the Southern Water Tribe Ambassador, he’s been getting special treatment all around. Both as a result of being a close friend to the Firelord, and the Avatar. He knew important people.

He lives in the palace, of course. Zuko insisted on accommodating his stay, regardless of how long it would be. The room he was given was nothing short of glamorous. His bed was huge, and also the most comfortable thing he has ever slept on— Six pillows and two blankets. Rich people were insane. He had a bathroom attached to his room, and people brought him food every morning. Comparing his life now to his life at the Southern Water Tribe was a joke. Back home, he shared a room with Katara and fought over who gets to eat the tastiest part of their food. Now, he’s living like a Prince.

He still has to do his job, of course, but that’s a small price to pay for this life of luxury. 

Today, he had a meeting.

The meeting itself was mind numbingly boring, but he had to keep up pretenses for Zuko at least. The man was overworked, and it reflected in today’s meeting. 

Sokka fidgeted with the corners of the scrolls placed in front of him, something about trading routes to a Fire Nation town he’s never heard of. The council members droned on about the different approaches they were taking— and how was the Firelord reacting? Simple. He wasn’t. The man’s eyes had fluttered shut at some point during the speech, not that Sokka was watching him.

He looked peaceful this way. His eyebrows relaxed for once. 

The Firelord was exhausted. 

Sokka frowned as Zuko lightly jolted, eyes snapping open as he realized that he fell asleep in the middle of a meeting. Luckily, no one but Sokka noticed. The tension returned to Zuko’s body, eyebrows back in their permanently furrowed state and eye bags heavier than the last time he had noticed them.

He should do something to help his friend out, get him to relax in some way. He held on to that thought as the meeting finally came to an end. He intended to talk to his friend, but Zuko was long gone. The man abused the skills he had learned as the Blue Spirit way too often. 

Sokka got up in a hurry, hoping to catch Zuko near the exit somewhere, but he wasn’t that lucky. He sighed, knowing that this meant he’d have to search the palace. Zuko was good at many things, but hiding when he didn't want to be found was probably his most treasured skill. It didn’t help that the palace itself was huge, and even with Sokka’s fantastic directional skills, he still managed to get lost at least twice a week.

He began his search in the places that Zuko frequented but came up empty at every corner. After half an hour, Sokka was getting frustrated. Clearly, the Firelord was not going to make himself seen anytime soon. He gave up his search and decided he’d just try to talk to him when Zuko showed up. 

He made his way back to his quarters, huffing in annoyance upon realizing that he’s in the furthest wing from it. Stupid Zuko, unknowingly sending him on a gooserabbit chase.

When he finally made it back to his room, the Firelord in all his glory was sprawled out on Sokka’s bed, taking a nap. He honestly had no words— why would Zuko even be in his room in the first place? He let out a breathy laugh, really just surprised with the scene in front of him. 

The sound made Zuko stir, turning to his side and holding Sokka’ s pillow closer to himself. The sight made his heart stutter, heat creeping up his neck when he realized how much he liked seeing the man in his bed. 

His feelings towards Zuko have been festering for years, residing in the deepest parts of his heart. He couldn’t ever indulge them, of course. Their friendship was too precious to him to risk, and not to mention their political positions in the world.

But Tui and La , Zuko made it so hard to ignore those feelings.

He looked beautiful. His robes slipping off his shoulder, his crown crooked in that gorgeous long hair. Suddenly, he didn’t really care about the time he wasted, grateful that he got to see Zuko like this. 

Trying to shake himself out of his thoughts, he walked over to Zuko and began gently untangling the crown from his hair. This wasn’t the first time he’d done this, so he knew from past experiences how thankful Zuko would be for the lack of uncomfortable tugging on his head. 

Zuko tightened his grip on the pillow and hummed in pleasure. His little movements make Sokka melt a little inside. He loved seeing the Firelord so unguarded. A special kind of Zuko that was only reserved for Sokka. 

On one hand, he was glad that Zuko was getting some rest. But he was also curious as to why he was here in the first place. He sat on his bed, the sudden movement making his friend flinch awake.

Sokka chuckled to himself, “Hi there.” He raised an eyebrow, silently asking his question.

“Sokka,” Zuko let go of the pillow, pushing himself up into a sitting position and looking around. “I’m in your room.”

“That you are.” He watched as Zuko pulled his robes over his shoulder again, Sokka already mourning the loss of that visual. The firebender stretched his arms, blush forming in his cheeks as he realized that he wasn’t just in Sokka’s room, but in his bed.

“I was looking for you.” He explained, avoiding eye contact. Zuko was flustered and Sokka soaked it in, happily appreciating how adorable the Firelord was. 

“You found me.” He smiled, mentally willing himself not to brush away the loose strand of hair on Zuko’s face. “What did you need?”

“Oh!” He perked up, “I need your help going over some documents on the trade routes.” He blushed again, no doubt recalling his impromptu nap at the meeting.

Sokka couldn’t stop himself from groaning out loud. “No more work for you, you’re exhausted.” 

“What! No! I need to look over these documents.” He insisted, leaning over to Sokka’s side. Sokka silently chastised Zuko with a stern gaze. “What you need is rest.”

Zuko pouted and turned away, back to his original position. “I don’t need rest.” He huffed.

Sokka rolled his eyes and moved closer to Zuko, his hands absentmindedly going over to the firebender’s shoulders. “Look at how tense you are, you need to pamper yourself. Take a hot bath, or at least take a proper nap. Not in the meeting room or my bed this time.” Regardless of how much he liked it. Zuko blinked tiredly as Sokka worked out a knot. Truthfully, he hadn’t realized what he’s doing and now it was too late to back out with Zuko leaning into his touch. 

“You’re good at this.” Zuko turned to look at Sokka through his eyelashes. Buzzing with the praise, he decided that he might as well go along with this.

“Wait here,” He let go, Zuko whining at the loss. “I’ll get an oil and I can give you a proper massage. Make yourself comfortable.” He got up and walked over to his bathroom, already knowing that he was going to regret all of this. This wasn’t good for his heart, but if Zuko liked it then who was Sokka to deny him of the pleasure. 

He picked out a warm scented oil, carefully thought over his actions once more, and decided with finality that he’s going to do this. Sokka’s faced scarier things than giving a pretty man a massage.

Zuko did make himself comfortable on Sokka’s bed. As in, the man stripped the top half of his robes, letting them pool at his waist. Sokka’s heart stuttered. Spirits , he was beautiful.

He just hoped that his appreciation for the view wasn’t evident on his face. Zuko was shameless with exposing his body and no one appreciated it more than Sokka.

“Lay down.” He commanded and Zuko obeyed, laying down on his stomach, his entire back on display for Sokka. He raised an eyebrow, “When did you get the tattoo done?” 

There was a big, intricate design of a dragon, wrapping around his back and dipping into his waistband. The dragon went all the way down to his ass and that made Sokka sweat . 

“Last summer, Aang and I went on another spiritual journey and I got a souvenir this time.” There was a smug tilt to his voice, like he suspected that Sokka liked the tattoo.

Shameless.

“It looks good.” He wanted to see the rest of it. He poured the oil on Zuko’s back, the man hissing at the contact. Not wanting to drag this out any longer, he started to spread the oil on his back, tracing the thin crimson lines with his fingers. The tattoo looked amazing on his skin. “Did Aang get one too?” He asked out of curiosity.

He shook his head against Sokka’s bed, mumbling out words almost incoherently. “Said he had enough tattoos.” Sokka smiled. Yeah, Aang wouldn't have any space for a dragon this big. It was funny to imagine.

Zuko’s sigh of pleasure as Sokka added pressure sent shivers down his spine, but he suppressed it to preserve any semblance of normalcy in the situation. He continued to rub at the tense muscles, making sure to take his time working through the knots on his shoulders. He continued to let out small breaths, the little noises getting sharper with every move. The guilt gnawed at Sokka’s gut, he couldn’t help how attractive he found Zuko at this very moment. It felt like he was taking advantage of his friend. 

Zuko, completely oblivious to Sokka’s inner struggle, let out a soft moan as Sokka moved his focus to a spot on his lower back.

This was going to be the death of him. 

He continued to work– silently this time, his flustered state preventing him from attempting any conversation– trying to focus on anything but Zuko’s reactions. He was still at the man’s lower back, it seemed like a particularly tense area for his Firelord. He totally didn’t just keep rubbing there for the noises Zuko kept making.

Eventually, Zuko stopped shying away from his sounds. He must’ve noticed that Sokka wasn’t commenting on them and got even more comfortable. The groan he let out was criminally seductive, but the shaking that followed? That completely destroyed Sokka. He could feel his pants getting tighter as Zuko’s shaking increased. With a proper final moan, Zuko twitched away from Sokka’s touch.

Oh .

Did Zuko just–?

His Firelord turned around, his face scarlet and his eyes half glazed over and glistening with incoming tears. Sokka glanced down at Zuko’s pants and noticed the damp spot forming around his crotch. “ I’m sorry—“ Zuko gasped, out of breath. 

Did he just actually just massage an orgasm out of Zuko? Oh, he was completely screwed. He made the love of his life cum untouched. Any clear and logical thoughts Sokka previously held on to were completely gone now– replaced by raw lust. 

“I’m so sorry— I’ll leave. I’m so sorry.” Zuko panicked, getting up to gather his things– hurriedly trying to pull his robes back on. Sokka stopped him by reaching his arm out, letting it rest on Zuko’s hand. He nearly flinched away from the heat, but he held still. 

Fuck it. Fuck any reservations he had about making his move. With Zuko this sensitive just because of his fingertips, it would be a crime to deny him more pleasure. Political disasters be damned, he could not suppress this need any longer.

“Don’t,” He gulped, the words feeling heavy in his mouth. “Don’t apologize. Don’t go.” He breathed heavily, still not completely processing what just happened.

Zuko paused, looking over at Sokka properly and finally glancing down to see his growing situation.

“You—?”

“Yeah.” 

Zuko’s eyes widened. He sat back down on the bed and got comfortable again, which this time meant that he spread his legs, giving Sokka a proper view of what he caused. Zuko was still hard. Shameless.

“Can I— can I touch you?” Zuko asked, tracing lines along his own soiled pants, ever so slightly twitching from the sensitivity. He looked like a painting straight out of an erotic novel.

Spirits .

Zuko knew what he was doing and he was good at it. He didn’t have to try very hard, he already had Sokka wrapped around his finger.

Sokka moved forward, aligning his hips with Zuko’s. He gasped as he felt the friction in his crotch, the Firelord looking at him through his eyelashes like Sokka is a meal to devour. “Kiss me,” His eyes glowed a faint golden. “Please— Sokka, Kiss me.” He begged .

He wasted no time crashing his lips against Zuko’s. He spent years fantasizing about what it would feel like to kiss the man he’s in love with. He expected the man’s lips to be warm— he is a firebender, but Zuko’s lips were almost too hot to touch. Not that it stopped him. He kissed him feverishly, chasing the burn on his lips. Zuko gasped to catch his breath, smoke trailing out and eyes glowing brighter. 

Sokka has kissed firebenders before, back when he was still trying to move on from Zuko. This wasn’t like that, this was new. The way Zuko was looking at him was barely human.

Honestly, he didn’t care. Sokka borderline worshiped the man. 

Zuko wrapped his arms around Sokka’s head, burying his hand in his hair and loosening the ribbon holding his wolf tail up. He pulled Sokka’s head back down and kissed him again, this time letting his tongue slip in. It was just as hot as his lips, confidently exploring Sokka’s mouth. Not satisfied with just the kissing anymore, Sokka let his hand trail down Zuko’s crotch. He wanted to hear his Firelord make those sweet little noises again. To his delight, Zuko whined into the kiss as he slipped his hand under the waistband, finally getting to really touch him.

“Agni—“ He gasped, a puff of smoke following. “You’re killing me.” He twitched again as Sokka wrapped his hand around Zuko’s cock, using the Firelord’s earlier spend instead of the jar of oil on his too-far nightstand to lessen the friction. Every part of the firebender’s body was burning, and Sokka was sure this wasn’t normal, but watching Zuko look at him– his glowing eyes blurring with tears and puffs of smoke matching the rhythm of his light moans– it drove Sokka insane. 

“Sokka—“ His voice heavy with emotion, “I need to tell you s-something first.” He let go of Sokka’s hair, Zuko’s hand landing on his own to stop him from moving. 

Sokka stopped completely, frozen with the realization of what was happening. Did Zuko change his mind? How were they supposed to move on from this? Was there any way to fix their friendship if this broke it?

Zuko caught his breath, blinking away the tears before speaking up again. “There is dragon blood running through my body.” The gold in his eyes intensified, reflections of other colors visible now. “My physiology isn’t completely— human .” 

Yeah, Sokka would have guessed as much.

“So?” He didn’t really care. This was Zuko, everything about the man beneath him was desirable. 

“You’re okay with that?” His voice sounded small, insecure even.

“It’s you . Of course I’m okay with it.” His hand was still wrapped around Zuko’s dick, and now that he really thought about it, something felt a little different. He let his fingers wander and feel for the sides, noticing that it was lightly ribbed and definitely more lubricated than it should’ve been from his earlier orgasm alone. 

Zuko’s eyes darkened, the flame in them shining even stronger now as he buried his hands back in Sokka’s hair and kissed him again. This time, he was a lot less gentle with the way his fingers wrapped around the strands, tightening his hold as he pulled Sokka’s face closer. 

He wrapped his hand around Zuko’s length again, letting his fingers really feel for the differences this time, and ignoring the overwhelming heat coming from his Firelord’s body. Zuko trembled beneath him as Sokka started to move his hand, slow and exploratory. Every twitch and breath hitch going straight to his own dick, he soaked it all in. 

Anyone else would've been put off by Zuko’s differences, but it only made Sokka’s heart burn for him stronger. His Firelord was gorgeous.

He gave Zuko’s cock a few jerks before ripping away from the kiss and leaning down to his Firelord’s hottest region. He placed a light kiss on the slit as his hand trailed up and down— the motion making a light, wet sound every time he passed the ribbed area. He replaced his hand with his mouth, Zuko nearly howling when he did so. 

He tasted like honey— hot, blazing honey.

He had never had someone taste sweet for him before. Unexpected, but not unwelcome— much like everything he just learned about Zuko’s body.

Spirits – he was getting hotter by the second. Metaphorically and physically.

He slowly started to lower his head, testing the limits of his gag reflex. He failed at withholding a light choking noise once he reached it— but Zuko seemed to like it, instantly reaching out to curl his hands roughly into Sokka’s hair. He could tell the man was trying his best not to push him down deeper. 

He bobbed his head— using his tongue to explore the ribbed edges to Zuko’s cock, and allowing his hand to trail down beneath the man. His rim was oiled up already, almost like he was producing it naturally. The thought made his cock jerk as he pushed a finger in.

The sound Zuko let out was heavenly. 

He pushed Sokka’s head down with both hands buried in his hair, grip tightening as he came down Sokka’s throat. He choked at the sudden roughness, and again at the unexpected orgasm. He didn’t mind it, trying his best to swallow what he could— failing at it as he felt Zuko’s cum drip down his chin.

He looked up at the man through eyelashes, Zuko’s cock still throbbing in his mouth.

“I’m sorry—“ Zuko breathed out, his face entirely flushed. “I- I didn’t mean to—“

Sokka slowly pulled his head off Zuko’s cock with a pop. “All good, my Lord.” He went back to lick off what he couldn’t swallow. His Firelord whimpered at the title.

Zuko’s eyes glazed over. “Sokka— you’re beautiful.” He said each word in between gasps, like he was desperate for Sokka to know this.

Sokka’s cock pulsated, feeling so neglected it almost hurt. “Will you let me take you?” He asked, slowly moving his finger in and out of Zuko. 

The Firelord eagerly nodded, his gasps too frequent to allow him to speak. 

Sokka added another finger and sped the process up, wanting to get the man stretched as fast as possible. Two soon became three and Zuko was writhing under him. Sokka purposefully avoided the man’s prostate, not wanting him to have another orgasm too soon. Though, Zuko seemed to be more than okay with it.

“Please— Sokka.” He begged, “I’m ready.”

Too weak to deny Zuko any longer, Sokka pulled his fingers out suddenly. His Firelord gasped at the sudden emptiness, his eyes welling up in tears.

He hurriedly unlaced his trousers, cursing himself for not doing so earlier. He finally freed his cock— red and aching— and aligned it to Zuko’s entrance.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He spoke in a whisper, afraid that he didn’t prepare Zuko well enough.

“Darling, you won’t hurt me. I’m made for this.” The pet name did wonders to Sokka’s heart.

He pushed himself in, going slowly so as not to hurt the man beneath him. Zuko didn’t care, reaching out for Sokka’s hips and pulling him closer, forcing him to slam into the Firelord’s body. Zuko wailed, his head falling backwards.

Sokka nearly saw stars. If he thought seeing Zuko like this had a strong effect on him, actually being inside the man almost killed him. He understood what Zuko meant when he said he was made for this— Zuko was so tight around Sokka’s cock, almost like he was trying to milk him.

“Zuko—“ He grunted, fists clenching into his bedsheets. “I won’t last like this.”

Zuko blinked at him, his earlier tears already dry but new ones forming out of pure overstimulation. 

“Inside.” He whispered, “Only inside, please.” 

He made Sokka’s head spin. He didn’t waste anymore time and began moving, his thrust erratic like he couldn’t control himself. His lust completely overtook him.

Could anyone blame him though? Zuko was ethereal, like a sun god laid out right before him. How could anyone control themselves when a god allowed them this?

Sokka sped up, angling his thrust by holding Zuko’s waist– lined with scales that definitely weren't there before. He felt it as he hit his prostate— less by an actual physical feeling, and more by Zuko’s reactions. His eyes flew open, on fire as he screamed. Smoke curled around Zuko’s face, escaping from his mouth and his nostrils. His Firelord was in bliss, and Sokka was the cause of his pleasure.

At that moment, he saw the dragon’s blood manifesting in Zuko. Eyes glowing through his closed lids, scales spreading on his body. They flickered between shades of red and green, like the colors were constantly changing. If he focused, he could swear he saw horns of gold growing on his head, but his hair was all over the place— sticking to the sweat on his forehead. He never thought this would do it for him, but spirits was Zuko celestial. 

Zuko clenched around Sokka as he came for the third time that evening, hands grabbing onto the sheets as he burned through them. Sokka lost control and came in tandem, spilling into Zuko’s body with his Firelord’s name on his tongue like a prayer. He was dizzy with pleasure, weakly falling over Zuko— not caring about the remnant of his orgasm on his torso or the burn he felt from simply touching him. Zuko felt like the sun.

They stayed intertwined for a few more minutes, Zuko only moving his hand to tame the fire that had spread on Sokka’s sheets. It took a while for them to catch their breath again.

“Holy shit.” Sokka was the first to speak, his mind coming back to him.

“We had sex.” Zuko stated, his chest serving as Sokka’s pillow. He felt every vibration caused by those three simple words. He felt it physically, and he felt it in his soul. An admission so raw it changed their seven years of friendship, if you could still call it that.

“Technically, I’m still inside you.” Sokka pointed out, looking up at Zuko. His eyes were dimmer now, almost back to their original shade of gold. Sokka was trying to make light of what happened, but Zuko looked serious— afraid even.

“We did, was it good for you?” Sokka relented, also afraid. He loved Zuko.

“Good.” Barely even a whisper. “Is this just sex to you, Sokka?” This time a little louder, fear still lingering in his voice.

He shook his head, admitting to something he kept so well hidden for years. “No—“ he paused, terrified of continuing, “I have feelings for you, always have.”

He refused to look up at Zuko, his head lowered in shame— yet still comfortably pushing on Zuko’s body.

“You have feelings for me?” This time, Zuko sounded hopeful and that scared Sokka even more. If he was wrong— if he misunderstood that tone, Sokka’s heart would shatter. 

Every inch of him completely belonged to Zuko.

“Yeah, I love you.” He tried to keep his voice stable— like he wasn’t serving Zuko his heart on a platter.

Zuko reached down to pull Sokka face up by his chin, forcing him to face his confession.

“You idiot.” Zuko smiled, baring his fanged teeth and everything. “I’m in love with you— I’ve been in love with you for years Sokka.” 

His eyes widened. Had they really wasted so much time? Could they have done this earlier?

Zuko grabbed Sokka’s face by his cheeks and pulled him up for a kiss, twitching as Sokka’s dick moved inside of Zuko. They were still connected.

“I love you.” His Firelord whispered into the kiss. “You are the single most important thing in my life.”

“I love you— fuck, I can’t believe we wasted so much time.” Sokka felt downright giddy. 

They kissed for a few more moments, feeling emotions great enough to be considered spiritual. Not that it wasn’t– Sokka just fucked a dragon . 

Eventually, Sokka slipped his cock out of Zuko. The firebender trembling as he did so, those quiet sounds escaping his mouth again. He mourned the warmth as soon as it was gone.

“I’m sorry I set your bed on fire.” Zuko said as he looked at the damage done to Sokka’s bed. The dark red sheets are charred and stained with oils and— other fluids.

“Does that mean I get to spend the night in the Firelord’s quarters?” He wiggled his eyebrows, drawing out his words in a tease. 

“Not before we both take a bath— I feel gross.” Zuko complained, his face scrunching up in disgust. 

Sokka leaned back in to kiss him before picking him up bridal style, carrying him to the bath. It was already filled with water and all of his favorite scents, Zuko only had to heat the water. He normally had it prepared early, asking a firebender to come in right before he got in. He never imagined that he’d be sharing it with Zuko.

When they bathed, they washed each other. To them, an action far more intimate than what they had just done. Their hands trailing over each other’s bodies, untangling their hair from the messes they made. Sokka understood what it meant when Zuko asked him to wash his hair for him, his heart warming at the implication. He heard Zuko say that he loved him, but seeing him express it through Fire Nation customs made it feel that much more real. Zuko loved him– actually loved him. This wasn’t something Sokka dreamed up, it was real.

“Can I move you here permanently? I don’t want to spend a night without you again. I’ve had enough of those.” Zuko whispered to Sokka when they were in bed, wrapped up in eachother once again. 

Sokka hummed with a nod in response, nestling his head against Zuko’s chest. “Next time, I want you to use your pretty dick on me.” He admitted with full seriousness. He hadn’t stopped thinking about how it would feel inside of him since he saw it. “Yes.” He answered, once he finally got the thought out of his head.

Zuko chuckled, his laugh breathy as he pulled Sokka closer. Sharing a bed with a firebender was heavenly, especially one that doubled as a dragon.

“Anything you want, darling.” He kissed Sokka’s forehead, his touch lingering. “I’ll take care of you.”