The Porn Bunnies attacked again! I just want to make it clear that this is meant to be funny so please don't take it too seriously.

Warnings: Slash and DubCon

I don't own ATLA.

"I'm not sure I understand…" Zuko's head tipped to the side in confusion even as his mouth began to twist into an uncertain but devious smirk. He eyed the "intruder" that his guards were presenting before him, bound and gagged and, interestingly, all but naked. There was just a thin white loincloth covering his more indecent extremities. The blue eyes blazing with indignant fury only added to his growing amusement at the situation.

"We found him lurking on the grounds."

The captive struggled against the accusation and attempted to yell out a furious retort. No doubt a clever one, Zuko thought to himself, smiling only slightly.

"And he's naked because?"

"He had weapons, Sir. After confiscating them we submitted him to a strip search to make sure there were no more."

"I see. And you haven't redressed him… why?"

"Psychological punishment, Sir. Humiliation."

Zuko bit his lip against the uncharacteristically gleeful smile that was threatening to break out across his face. He never expected such a situation to pop up when he personally assigned this newly trained troop of guards to palace duty. It was such a simple task and somehow it had lead to this. A bound, gagged, half naked, Water Tribe warrior fuming at him from his conference room floor.

He took a few steps forward and reached out a hand to caress the captive's cheek, lightly. The man looked up at him with murder in his eyes, eyes that right now resembled all the fury of a typhoon.

"I believe I can finish his interrogation on my own. You are dismissed."

"But Sir! He could be dangerous!"

Zuko eyed the protesting guards with all the ice of the captive's homeland as he continued to run his finger lightly along the tribesman's jaw line.

"Dismissed." He turned his gaze back to his prisoner. "He won't hurt me. Will you?"

The angry growl that answered his question said that the man would very much like to hurt the Fire Lord but the guards left anyway, grumbling with reluctance. Zuko waited until the heavy doors had been closed and barred before crouching down to the captive's level.

"This is unbelievable. What were you doing that was so suspicious that they'd bring you to me like this?" He indicated the man's state of undress with a regal wave of his hand. His captive only stared, seemingly attempting to burn holes through Zuko's skull, only he wasn't the fire bender in the room, he wasn't a bender at all.

"You never fail to amaze me. I should leave you like this."

The man blanched and Zuko smiled evilly, rising to his feet and delicately trailing his fingertips across the man's shoulders. He gracefully walked a small circle around his kneeling captive as he pondered the man's nonverbal response.

"I guess you probably wouldn't like that… but you just look so tempting."

The anger in the man's eyes seemed to intensify tenfold as Zuko lightly teased a fingertip across his swollen lips.

"So tempting," he mused. "I think I will keep you like this… at least for a little while, until I figure out a proper punishment for you." At this the man bucked wildly against his bonds, furious.

Zuko only laughed and roughly pulled the gag from the man's mouth, eyes sparkling with mirth.

"You son of a bitch! I'll get you for this!"

"Really? And just how do you plan to do that? Tied up as you are. You're at my mercy."

"Untie me! Right fucking now! This isn't funny, Zuko!"

"Oh I beg to differ and it's Fire Lord Zuko." He knelt down again so that he could trace the contours of the man's sculpted chest, enjoying the way the body before him tensed and shivered when his fingers grazed too close to the loincloth.

"Do-don't t-touch me…"

"You don't sound like you mean that… Do you, Sokka?" He leaned in closely so that his warm breath brushed the tribesman's ear as he spoke. The man shuddered but refused to cave.

"You're going to pay for this."

Zuko merely smirked and nipped at the tribesman's earlobe, not exactly lightly.

"Wrong. I'm going to enjoy this."

Zuko's hand was suddenly at least ten degrees hotter than it should have been as he brushed it across the tribesman's naked back and the lusty gasp he received in response to the ministration only increased his sadistic delight. The young man continued to struggle feebly against his bonds but his heart had gone out of it, something that was clear to the Fire Lord.

"Let me go." Sokka growled, masking the low moan that managed to slip past his lips as Zuko's heated skin suddenly focused on his chest, particularly an exposed and sensitive nipple.

"I don't think you really want that." Zuko's whisper was husky with desire against Sokka's cheek and sent a shiver of arousal through the tribesman's body.

Sokka unconsciously leaned into the touch, only snapping back when he heard Zuko's soft chuckle.

"Are you going to tell me what you were doing?" Zuko breathed against Sokka's neck, his unnaturally warm lips barely brushing the skin.

"I wasn't doing anything." He hissed sharply as Zuko bit into his flesh, trapping a pulsing vein between his teeth. "Fuck! You… you're… such… a… ohhh."

Sokka's tirade died when Zuko released his skin, lapping at the abused area with his tongue to encourage the flowering bruise. His fingertips teased at the tribesman's sensitive inner thigh, stroking lightly along the edge of the flimsy white cloth blocking his most valuable assets.

"What, exactly, am I?"

"J-jerk… fucking jerk. Shit!"

Zuko smiled against Sokka's neck and slipped a pale finger surreptitiously beneath the loincloth, just barely touching the base of the man's growing erection.

"If that's what you think of me…" He whispered into Sokka's ear, treachery dripping from his words, as he deftly removed his hand and reached up to grasp the other by the hair and roughly yank his head back. His free hand slipped around the tribesman's hips to rest flat against the small of his back. "I guess I should do what I can to live up to it."

Whatever retort Sokka had planned was forced back as Zuko crushed their lips together, violently and without mercy. The kiss was brutal but it was not clumsy. Their mouths fit together as naturally as if they'd met a million times before and when Zuko broke away Sokka was already whimpering with the loss.

Zuko released his hold on the other's hair, but not before ripping the leather band that kept it pulled back free with his nails. He backed away from Sokka's body and rose to his full height, smirking at the tribesman's attempt to keep his balance with his hands tied behind his back.

He raised his arms above his head and pulled his own hair free of his topknot, allowing it to fall across his face. Sokka watched intently, his inner struggle apparent in his eyes as he tried to tear his gaze away but even if he had been able to, the obvious bulge beneath his loincloth made his desire all too apparent. Zuko's eyes never left his captive's face as his fingers made quick work of the complicated clasps at his neck and he slowly, tantalizingly slowly, peeled away his rich outer robes.

Sokka's eyes were dark with lust and turmoil as he kneeled, panting, at the Fire Lord's feet. Once his heavy ritual wear was discarded and he stood before his prisoner in only thin silk breeches, Zuko smiled a terrifying smile that sent chills, of fear or of pleasure he didn't know, down Sokka's spine.

Zuko was entirely hard muscle and ivory skin, regal in any state of dress or undress and he was smiling. Sokka knew that smile. That smile meant bad things. Terribly, wonderfully, bad things.

"Tell me what you were doing when the guards caught you."

"Nothing!" It was supposed to be an angry hiss. It came out more like a choking gasp. He lost his fervor as he recognized his tormentor's own arousal, large and looming beneath the blood red silk of Zuko's pants, inches from his face. He couldn't take his eyes from it even as his own twitched with need, a need that he couldn't satisfy. "Fuck. Will you fucking untie me already?"

"I don't think so."

Sokka growled with frustration and cut his eyes upward, meeting Zuko's with a furious glare that expressed more than just his anger. He was breaking and quickly.

"You're such an ass."

Zuko leered down at him. "You should learn your place, Water Tribe."

"Untie me and I'll show you where my place is!"

"Am I going to have to gag you again?"

"You try and stick that filthy rag in my mouth and I swear…"

"Oh no. I have something completely different in mind." Zuko cut him off, sinister smile still gracing his regal features. Sokka noticed a second too late where his hands had descended to and how his fingers were twitching slightly as they rested against the knot in his belt.

"Don't you fucking dare."

"But you're already on your knees."

"I bite!"

"And I burn."

And he did, Sokka knew that for a fact. His stomach did flip flops as he watched Zuko slowly untie his belt, loosening the waist of his pants so that, were he to let go, they would be lost to his hips. He tried very hard to ignore how his mouth had suddenly gone incredibly dry and how his own erection was straining against the thing cloth and begging to be let free. He didn't notice how his body betrayed him and leaned forward without direct command from his brain, until he lost his balance and was only saved from landing face first on the ground, or worse in Zuko's crotch, by the grace of Zuko's hand fisting in his hair and keeping him upright.

"So eager." Zuko purred with a dark chuckle, his voice suddenly velvety instead of rough, a sound that went straight to Sokka's dick and hard.

"I hate you."

"I'm sure you do." And suddenly the silk barrier blocking Sokka's face from Zuko's groin was gone and his erection was staring Sokka in the face and it was… oh crap. His mind went blank and his breath caught in his throat. He felt a rather vicious tug on his hair and snapped back to reality just in time to watch a bead of pre-cum drip forward from Zuko's tip and to struggle to stop himself from unconsciously licking it away.

Sokka wriggled against his bonds, rubbing his tender skin roughly against the twine, eager to feel the burn of pain, anything to keep him grounded.

"Play nice, Water Tribe, or I'll feed you to the guards and they won't be nearly as kind as I am." With that Zuko yanked the tribesman's head forward with the winning bet that his mouth would already be open, working towards a witty retort, though he'd struggled coming up with any so far.

He gasped as he felt the warrior's soft lips pressing against his tip, so much cooler than his own core temperature and slick with spit. Sokka flicked his tongue across the slit, tasting the dewdrop of liquid there before he forced his mouth open to graciously accept the intrusion.

Zuko moaned and tightened his grip in Sokka's hair as he felt himself being taken deeper into the tribesman's hot mouth that was still cooler than his own. He fought the urge to rock back, conscious enough to remember his captive's bound hands. Pressing closer, he fucked Sokka's mouth lightly in short, swift snaps of his hips that didn't quite cause discomfort to the man below him.

Sokka glared upwards as he worked his tongue around the swollen shaft, his eyes declaring his steel resolve, and when he sucked particularly hard, earning himself a strangled sob of a moan from his tormentor, his perverse pleasure shone through those eyes. Right this second he was in charge.

Without his hands, all Sokka could do was suck and lick and wait for Zuko to move his own hips but it still didn't take long for the Fire Lord to become weak-kneed and rip himself from the warrior's skillful tongue. He stood, gasping and heart pounding, and stared down at his prisoner, admiring Sokka's bruised and swollen lips and the way he was currently running that skillful tongue across them, actually relishing the taste of the firebender, and his eyes that showed all the fury of a winter storm and all the angry lust of a man who would take on an entire army without a second thought as soon as he would take to bed the young king who commanded said army.

It was a thrilling sight to behold and it more than renewed the blood flow to Zuko's already straining erection. The sight of Sokka's own treacherous bulge did nothing to impede his powerful arousal.

"This is the last time I'm going to ask you. What were you doing in the palace?"

Sokka sneered and rose as high as he could on his knees, staring up at the Fire Lord with all the might of a polar leopard. "I. Wasn't. Doing. Anything. Fire Lord Asshole." And then he reared back, confident in his balance due to Zuko's hand still grasping his hair, and spit at the Fire Lord.

It was an unforgiveable affront, though the glob of saliva only landed on his lower belly and quickly dripped onto his erection which was already thoroughly coated with the same liquid, and Zuko's eyes blazed with all the fire that resided within him.

"You'll regret that." He hissed, pulling Sokka's hair so tightly it brought tears to the tribesman's eyes but it did nothing to wipe the sneer from his face or the determination from his eyes.

"Bring it on."

Zuko growled and roughly threw his captive to the floor. Sokka did his best to roll his body, landing hard on one shoulder instead of flat on his face, but a quick stab of pain shot through his limbs nonetheless at the rough treatment. Then suddenly Zuko was on the ground next to him, grasping his arms and shoving him onto his stomach. He felt the firebender's heat above him as Zuko forced his hips into the air, gravity throwing all his weight onto his head and shoulders. His head was yanked up roughly and brutally hot lips caught his at an awkward angle but the kiss was no less filled with passion and anger and, oddly, reassurance, and then it was done and Zuko was kneeling behind him and his fingers were digging beneath the waist of his loincloth, nails ripping the skin with no remorse.

It took little strength on Zuko's part to tear the flimsy material away and expose what little of the tribesman had so far been left to the imagination and Zuko's imagination could never do him justice. He rose up on his knees and positioned himself behind the warrior and leaned forward, putting enough of his weight onto the man below him that he could reach forward without making the man collapse and make his own impressive erection felt against his backside.

Sokka gasped as he felt Zuko pressing against him and his body immediately tensed even as his hips reflexively pushed backwards. He closed his eyes and tried to control his erratic breathing and only opened them again when he felt the pads of Zuko's fingertips pressing against his lips.

"Make your mouth useful for once. Suck." Zuko commanded. To his delight Sokka complied immediately, despite his discomfort, and quickly set about thoroughly coating three of his tormentor's fingers with saliva. He didn't notice Zuko's free hand teasing lightly around the rope binding his wrists together, nor did he notice any extra heat between Zuko's heavy abdomen or his back until the Fire Lord was pulling his fingers free and pushing away from his body.

It didn't dawn on him that his arms were free until he was already pushing against the ground with his hands to relieve his shoulders from their painful position and they started to burn with the effort. He fought through it and leaned on his forearms, resting his forehead against the cool tiled floor, and tried to tell himself that now would be an excellent time to try to get away but then he felt fire against his ankles and then they were free as well and a scalding hot hand was prying his legs apart and he couldn't do anything to stop it.

Zuko focused on cooling himself before he reached between Sokka's legs and grasped the man's erection firmly at the same time that he pressed a single spit slick finger inside of him. The tribesman shuddered and rocked backwards and downwards like he couldn't decide which hand he wanted contact with more, and choked on his words of hatred.

The Fire Lord smiled and pumped once, long and slow and tight, as he slid a second finger in even though the warrior wasn't quite ready for it. Sokka still moaned and it echoed across the chamber and bounced back to them even as he moaned again and Zuko had to bite the tan skin of Sokka's backside that was still silken and soft and not weather worn, to keep himself from joining the cacophony.

He slipped his thumb across the slit of Sokka's dick as he added the third finger and then he twisted them and he curled them and Sokka's moans sounded broken. He began to rock his fingers in and out of his prisoner, always paying attention to the distinct difference in the moans until he pressed them in as deeply as he could, actually leaning against them, and pressed upwards and Sokka screamed.

Zuko decided then to remove his fingers and crawl away from the quivering body before him, not worried in the least that his captive would attempt to flee because the man was shaking with pleasure and, probably, exhaustion, over to his robes, searching for a small pot of oil that he always kept on his person.

"Fucking jerkbender. Will you get the fuck back here and finish what you started?"

Sokka was panting heavily into the ground, ass still high in the air and feeling particularly empty, his brain not even entertaining thoughts of escape any longer. Zuko smirked as he located his treasure and quickly coated himself liberally with it before returning to his post behind Sokka's hips. He positioned himself and dug his fingers into the soft skin below Sokka's hipbones as he pushed in without warning.

"Gods!" Sokka cried as Zuko hilted himself in one thrust, the pressure almost too much to bear but Sokka rocked backwards anyway, to show that he would not be beaten by this or anything else, and the game was begun.

Zuko pulled away until he was nearly pulling out and then snapped his hips forward sharply and, because he remembered from his earlier probing, upward and he was rewarded with a particularly wanton sob from his prisoner who arched his back and threw back his head violently so that his moans, which had not been quiet to begin with, were no longer muffled and filled the room.

Zuko released his grip on Sokka's thighs and leaned forward to wrap one arm around the tribesman's waist and place his other hand against the floor to brace himself as he placed a series of deep kisses to the darker man's muscled back to muffle his own moans of pleasure. He found his rhythm and Sokka found his own against him, angling his hips so that he hit that one spot with every thrust until they were both panting and gasping and moaning in synch.

When he didn't think that he could carry on any longer, Zuko returned his grip to Sokka's cock and began stroking the tribesman in earnest, attempting to keep as much of a rhythm with his hips as he could but he was shaking with need to come himself and it was no easy task. He pulled out one final time and snapped his hips forward as hard and as quick as he could, hitting at just the right angle as he twisted his hand and Sokka shuddered violently beneath him, punctuating his orgasm with a particularly vulgar yell.

As soon as Sokka began clenching around him, Zuko lost his own control and came violently within the tribesman and it took all of his strength not to collapse on top of the man and send them both crashing to the floor. As it was he had to pull out immediately and fall onto his back, relishing the almost frigid temperature of the tile against the heat of his body. Sokka's sweat covered limbs followed soon after, finding purchase wrapped Zuko's torso, his head cradled in the firebender's shoulder.

"I'm definitely gonna need a massage after this."

"Fire Nation prisoners don't get massages after they're interrogated."

"If you're interrogating any other prisoners this way then we're going to have to have a serious talk."

Zuko turned his head and laughed before nudging Sokka's chin up and pressing their lips firmly together. They broke away quickly, both still panting too heavily to do much more but the tender compassion that had been missing before was still exchanged between them. Then Sokka smirked and his, now much calmer, blue eyes glinted with deviance.

"Not that I didn't enjoy this or anything but next time, I get to tie you up."