Distractions (Sokka x Zuko) [COMPLETED]

Chapter Fifteen

    Sokka had settled down in the comfort of his room. His evening was void of any previous engagements so he decided to just wind down and empty his thoughts. This however, was interrupted by a firm knock at his door.

   He quickly straightened himself out and double checked the room to make sure anything that might give him away (i.e. his boomerang) was hidden. Though after he opened the door he came to the conclusion that it was unnecessary. But that train of thought only lasted a second as the expression on Zuko's face switched it off immediately.

    "What happened?" He ushered the Prince into his room, checking the hallway for any people as he did so.

    "He wants... me to be Firelord..." Zuko said quietly, allowing Sokka to guide him to the bed to sit.

    "I thought that was a given?" Sokka raised a brow, sitting next to him. "As the first born aren't you supposed to become Firelord?"

    Zuko turned his head in Sokka's direction but didn't meet his eyes, his expression still blank. And he nodded slightly. That was a fact, Sokka was right. But then why was it so shocking?

    "Do you not want to become Firelord?" Sokka asked softly, trying not to think about the alternative.

    Firelord Azula. He shivered.

    "I... It's not that I don't want to... But I don't want to rule the Fire Nation as it is now," Zuko sighed, running a hand over his head, his fingers grazing the headpiece and staggering over it. "Especially not under my father..."

    "Under your father?" Sokka frowned. 

    Wouldn't he be retiring if Zuko was taking over?

    "Oh and there was another thing," Zuko started, not really processing Sokka's question. "He's arranged a marriage for me."

    Sokka forgot his question as well at that. Instead fear and dread took over.

    "What? When?" He uttered.

    "After the comet," Zuko sighed. "I didn't get the chance to tell him that Mai and I broke up... Not that he would care about that though..."

    Oh then it's fine. Sokka sighed, calming down. He wouldn't get the chance to even plan the wedding then. 

    "We won't let that happen," Sokka proclaimed, taking Zuko's hand and squeezing it. "I promise."

    "Oh yeah, I bet you've planned to take him down before the comet anyways, right?" Zuko finally met his gaze, this time a tiny smile graced his face.

    "Of course." Sokka nodded.

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    "So when are you planning on leaving?" Zuko asked mid spar.

    "What do you mean?" Sokka replied, not really processing the question before answering. "The Fire Nation?"

    "Mainly just the palace, actually." 

    "Uh... In a week?" Sokka mumbled.

    Zuko immediately dropped his sword, his head shooting up. Sokka stumbled over his feet getting his own sword out of the way now that Zuko wasn't in place to block his planned attack.

    "A week?!" Zuko exclaimed. "Why?!"

    "Uh... we're... kind of... invading the Fire Nation?" Sokka shrugged awkwardly. "On the day of black sun?"

    "Black sun?" Zuko frowned.

    "It's a solar eclipse," Sokka explained, putting his sword down. "Firebenders lose their bending."

    "So it's the perfect time to attack..." Zuko nodded along.

    "Yeah," Sokka grinned. "Ah but don't tell anyone! I only told you because I trust you now okay?"

    "I won't tell a soul." Zuko smiled, holding his sword up.

    "Good." Sokka smiled back, picking up his own.

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    Strangely, things were nice. Despite being in enemy territory and having occasional, (illegal), rendezvouses with the Prince- things were nice. Pretty soon after they had started having said rendezvouses, Zuko explained to Sokka how those kinds of relationships were in fact illegal. So not only was Zuko mucking about with someone below his station- he was also having an illegal relationship with a boy. So they had to be really careful with where they were. 

    Other guards had already given Sokka strange looks when they'd found out about the practise sessions with Zuko, but that wasn't necessarily forbidden so they didn't say or do anything about it. But this? They definitely wouldn't be as lenient about it.

    Maybe that's what made it so thrilling.

    Sokka giggled a little as Zuko slid the door closed and locked it. That was always how these types of "training" sessions went. Zuko turned around and he couldn't seem to contain his smile either as they pointed their swords at one another. 

    Clashing their swords against one another, Sokka gave Zuko a little peck over the crossed blades. 

    "Cheap move." Zuko shook his head, the smile broadening.

    "What are you gonna do about it," Sokka teased, blocking a swing and leaning in a little. "Your Highness?"

    Zuko's face flushed red and he quickly switched forms to parry. Sokka eagerly meeting the challenge. It almost felt like dancing, dueling with Zuko. Their feet feet would carry them swiftly around one another and up and down the length of the room and their swords would clash almost rhythmically. As each attack was blocked and every parry carried on longer, their smiled broadened and they both started to look at one another more than they did their duel.

    And then once Zuko won, not a second was spent dwelling on the victory as they immediately dropped their swords and crashed into each other. 

    Today Zuko's lips tasted sweet and his hair was loose around his head. Sokka immediately took the opportunity to tangle his fingers in the soft locks as they kissed, enjoying the little satisfied hum that left Zuko's throat at the movement. Zuko's hands were splayed on Sokka's back, holding him close so that they could press together. This time Sokka had different plans. Pulling away gently, he kissed down Zuko's jaw, then his throat, then nibbled along his collarbone until he was blocked by the fabric of the Prince's tunic.

    "What are you doing?" Zuko whispered, curious but liking where things were going.

    "Hmm," Sokka smiled at him, regaining his height and then softly kissing the Prince again. He lost himself if the feeling for a moment before pulling back again. "I was thinking of trying something new."

    "Oh?" Zuko mused, his hands gliding up to hold onto Sokka's neck.

    "Want me to tell you or do you wanna keep it a surprise?" 

    "Surprise." 

    "Of course your majesty," Sokka pecked his lips again. "Stop me if you don't like it at any point okay?"

    After Zuko nodded, Sokka leaned in again. Kissing him softly, but not any less passionate. His hands slid down to loosen Zuko's sash and then brought them back up to rest on his waist. Zuko's hands in turn closed tightly in Sokka's tunic, seeming to get a rough idea of what was to come. 

     Opening Zuko's shirt, Sokka travelled down further than the collarbone. Ending on his knees, he looked from the tent in Zuko's pants to the Prince himself. His face was flushed and he was breathing heavily. His hands rested on Sokka's shoulders, eyes full of anticipation. Sokka traced down Zuko's stomach along his V-line and ending at the hem of his pants. He looked back up at the Prince, looking for confirmation. And getting a little nod from Zuko- which was all he needed.