A/N: Hi! Okay, so I totally know I have an AU to work on, but I'm having a little mind-clogging right now, so to clear it up I'll write a short one-shot! It MIGHT turn into a full story IF I get enough reviews, so keep your fingers crossed.

So without any more delay, smutty Zuko and Sokka galore!

How could Aang possibly want to go to school? It was nothing but boring classes and guarded doors and mean teachers looking for any excuse to bite your head off. Plus, hello, homework! And it wasn't just any old school – it was flippin' Fire Nation school!

His greatest enemies were surrounding him, and just one punk with a stupid plan could pull off that headband and he's dead.

Sokka rubbed his temples, head throbbing. He knew Aang was the Avatar and everything, but he still marveled at how childish he could be. Even if he was twelve.

Sokka lay down on the hard cave floor and stared outside. It was afternoon, the bright sun shining over this – Sokka hated to admit – scenic Fire Nation land. How a people could turn bad in this land surrounded by waterfalls and wild flowers and grassy slopes, he had no idea.

Maybe all firebenders are just born with bloodlust and bad fashion sense, he thought, catching a pair of girls walking through a field below picking flowers in gaudy red robes. He shifted some more and went over a list of things to do in his head. Clean Boomerang? Done it three times. Go over the maps again? He thought his head might explode if he did. Wonder what was taking Toph ad Katara so long at the town nearby? Yes.

Where were they? They had left that morning saying something about sales and clothes, but of course Sokka hadn't been awake yet so he hadn't really listened. Of course they would go shopping – they were girls, even if Toph was a slightly macho girl.

Sokka sighed and decided to go for a walk. It was better than doing nothing, and he felt like admiring the nature around him, so he walked the opposite direction of the town and started into the forest.

Zuko felt trapped by his own life at the palace. He had everything; visiting Mai, royal servants, his honor, his father's love. Or did he?

That was what he kept asking himself as the days dragged into weeks. His father was just as hard and cold as he remembered. Now instead of running into Azula when they butted heads over the avatar, she was right next door, which, frankly, scared the living hell out of him. And Mai . . . well, she was the same; gloomy, apathetic, critical. And a few years ago, he had loved that darkness she held around her.

Now he was kind of annoyed by it. Instead of dreaming about her, there was a different figure in his dreams; he could never see the face or body, just the outline of small but defined shoulders, hair pulled back and startling blue eyes piercing through the murky cloud and into Zuko's brain. The shadow figure would draw him close and hold their indistinguishable face close to his, their breath on his lips . . .

. . . and he'd wake up with very messy sheets.

He had to get some release. At the palace it was impossible to jack-off; servants were everywhere, and the last thing he wanted was the word about Prince Zuko pleasuring himself spreading to every person in the palace.

So he left; he was able to bullshit his way through a lousy excuse to his father about leaving with no escorts or servants, and to Zuko's surprise he actually let him have his mini vacation with little argument. Maybe he was more understanding.

Or maybe he just didn't give a damn, said the voice in his head.

He borrowed an ostrich-horse from a local farmer and rode out to the countryside, to the eastern woods where the flowers were most prominent and a waterfall he remembered seeing was found. Setting up camp was easy, just a simple tent and fire, though he did bring a rather thick and comfy sleeping bag.

He set up his base in a secluded spot by the waterfall, trees and thick bushes hiding him from view as he finished making camp. He sat on the ground, wondering what to do. He was horny, but the quiet out here made him stop and just think about what he was doing with his life.

Sokka walked along until he heard the faint sound of a waterfall and started heading towards it. The faint murmur became a roar as he approached the pool and fall, smiling in an idiotic way as he caught the tiny rainbows in each wave.

He then noticed how hot it was, and how he was sweating. And he was thirsty. He looked around and decided the area was clear before slipping out of his clothes. It's a good day for a swim anyway, he thought, unaware of the guarded golden eyes watching his from the bushes.

Zuko couldn't believe what he was seeing: The Avatar's ally, alone and in Fire Nation territory! Instantly his mind flew to one point: Was the Avatar with him? Zuko looked all around but couldn't see the giant bison or the Water Tribe girl anywhere. What was her name? Kathara? Kana? Something with a 'k.'

Zuko racked his brain until he remembered the Avatar calling out the boy's name during a battle – Sokka. His name was Sokka? Such a weird name.

Zuko sat there, unsure what to do. Should he capture him and force him to spill where the Avatar was? Or was he dead? No, he couldn't be; the waterbender would have used the Spirit Water she showed him in the Catacombs in Ba Sing Se for sure. Maybe he could use Sokka as bait for –

Zuko's thoughts halted as he saw the Water Tribe boy swivel around, looking for anyone in the area. His breath caught in his throat and his heartbeat soared when he saw them – those sharp, vibrant blue eyes like sapphires standing out from his mocha skin.

Suddenly the silhouette from his dream was completed like a puzzle, and this boy – Sokka – was the piece. Zuko couldn't believe it.

I've been having wet dreams about a boy? Impossible! There's no way . . .

The boy started taking off his clothes, and Zuko saw the slim build, the lean muscles underneath the clothes. It was perfect. To his horror, Zuko felt himself stiffen to an almost-complete boner. No. No no no no nononono. No way. How can I . . . I'm the Prince, I like girls . . . boobs, curves, long hair, boobs . . .

Sokka stripped off his pants, showing off a curved butt and well-defined legs. Zuko had to cover his mouth with one hand and brace a tree with the other from the fierce electrical jolt that shocked his spine and made his nether regions absolutely hard.

Zuko tried to quiet his heavy breathing with little success and felt a bead of sweat run down his neck. What the hell was happening? He had never felt THAT with Mai, ever. He looked up to see Sokka in only his underwear jump into the water, coming back up with a sigh as he floated.

Zuko licked his suddenly dry lips and almost yelped as another bolt coursed through his body when he stared at the boy's abs. "I want to . . . lick them . . ."

He clapped his hand over his mouth. What? What did he just say? How was this boy controlling him like this? He almost groaned when Sokka got back out, water dripping down every crevice it could find.

No. No more. This boy wasn't going to tease him anymore. Zuko's member was already so swelled and hard there was no way he could fully satisfy himself on his own. He started moving towards the boy stealthily.

Sokka was cooled down thanks to the water. He made a mental note to bring Katara and Aang here, the water was so pure and clear. Suddenly he heard breathing and footsteps running at him; he turned and held out his arms in defense, only to have them grabbed at the wrists by . . . Zuko?

"What the f–"

His legs were kicked out from under him, and Zuko pinned him down, leg between his thighs.

"Zuko!" He spat, struggling to get out of his hold to no avail.

"Aang's not here," Sokka said venomously, still not looking at him directly. "And guess what? Even if you did kidnap me, no one knows where I am, so they wouldn't chase after you anyways, you firebending son of a bitch!"

He waited for some snarky reply, but all he heard was ragged breathing. Sokka looked up at Zuko's face –

Whoa, was all Sokka could think of when he saw he red rise in Zuko's face. His mouth was parted and he licked his lips hungrily. His eyes were a fierce gold veiled in . . . was that lust? Desire?

Oh dear god, Sokka thought as he realized something was poking him in his thigh. Was Zuko . . . was Zuko hard?

Before he could think to say anything, Zuko bent down ad roughly pressed his lips against Sokka's. Sokka whimpered when he felt Zuko lick his lips demandingly, ordering for entrance. Zuko lapped at those incredible soft lips he had dreamed about until with a whine of defeat Sokka parted them.

He dove in, fighting with Sokka's tongue for dominance until he won and moved from his lips to his ear. He licked the shell, earning a shiver; he bit the lobe and got a curse muttered under his breath. Zuko smirked for a moment, then continued his ministrations.

He licked down Sokka's neck and kissed and sucked, giving him a nice purple spot on the tender flesh. Zuko moaned at how supple his skin was; so soft ad smooth, and smelling ever so slightly of winter, of fresh snow and icy rain. He unclasped the white tooth necklace around Sokka's neck and threw it impatiently, feeling Sokka shift accidently against his groin. His moan reverberated up the nape of Sokka's neck and into his ear like a whisper, making Sokka groan.

"Zu . . . ko . . . why are you . . . nngh . . . aah!"

Zuko gingerly kissed one of Sokka's nipples and felt a thrill at his reaction. All these little sounds Sokka made were driving him crazy with need. He licked it and watched as Sokka's body arched into his touch as he put his mouth on it and sucked.

"Ooh, aah . . . nya . . . s-stop dammit! That – ah! – tickles . . . o sweet gods . . ."

Zuko growled in his throat as his member twitched violently. He wanted it now. But if he took his pleasure quickly, he'd feel needy again in no time. Better take it slow. For now.

Still rolling one nipple around and holding Sokka down, he trailed his hot kisses and licks down to Sokka's navel, where he made the Water Tribe warrior cry out when he dipped in his tongue and kissed the sensitive skin around it. "So . . . hot," Sokka choked out. Zuko's mouth was fiery, like lava with a tongue.

Zuko used both hands to rub up and down Sokka's chest, hearing small sighs and gasps of pleasure. Zuko licked his swollen lips as he cupped Sokka's hard member through his undergarment.

"Aaah!" He moaned, arching even higher and unintentionally bucking into his hand. Zuko smirked, then leaned up to hover his lips just by his ear.

"Hey, Sokka?"

Sokka blinked at him, intelligence coming back into lust-filled eyes. "Wha – what?"

"I'm not holding your hands down anymore."

Sokka stared at him, not understanding, then moving his arms around to feel that they were indeed free. He blushed a severe scarlet. "I . . . I, um," he stuttered, covering his face with his hands.

Zuko kept his fingers at the underwear's waistline. He licked up the center of Sokka's chest, making him shiver. "Do you want me to stop?"

"Yes. No. Well, I, um . . . it wasn't . . . feeling bad, I mean . . ."

"Beg for it."

"What!" Sokka threw off his arms and stared Zuko in the face, seeing that serious smirk on his face. "Beg for what?"

He licked a nipple, making Sokka bite his tongue to keep from whimpering. "You know what."

Sokka gulped and leaned forward, catching Zuko off guard with his deep kiss that screamed need as he feverishly licked at his mouth. He wrapped his arms around Zuko's more muscled shoulders and gripped his black locks, rubbing his neck and making Zuko moan instead of the other way around. When they parted, Sokka panted for air and stared at Zuko, embarrassed and (in Zuko's mind) adorable as hell.

"Good enough." Zuko's voice cracked as he pushed Sokka down and attacked his mouth like an animal. He broke away and placed his hand at Sokka's waist, locking his amber gaze with Sokka's azure one.

And then he slid underneath his loincloth and gripped his throbbing dick.

Sokka held his hands over his mouth and tried to keep back his sounds as Zuko slipped off his underwear and started stroking his length with slow, steady caresses. His toes curled and his back lifted off the ground. Zuko rubbed a particularly sensitive spot just under the tip and he lost it, bucking wildly.

Zuko whispered, "Don't hold back your voice, Sokka," and dipped his head, covering his member and sucking. Hard.

Sokka couldn't take it. Zuko's course hand rubbing his chest, his husky voice, and now his incredibly searing mouth on his cock.

He screamed and arched almost parallel to the ground, gripping Zuko's hair and yelling out a string of incoherent curses. His seed exploded in Zuko's mouth

Zuko guided Sokka through his aftershocks, then tried to decide what to do with the cum in his mouth. He forced himself to swallow the slightly salty taste, a stray bit running out of the corner of his mouth. Sokka watched him and gripped his shirt, pulling him down to lick the cum off his face. Zuko moaned and kissed him again, rubbing the back of his thighs sensually.

He pulled away and leaned back, sitting on his knees and letting go of Sokka's legs to undo his sash. He struggled to do it himself, his mind too clouded with thoughts of Sokka to focus. Sokka sat up and did it for him, then throwing it across the clearing. Zuko admired his lean muscles flexing in the twilight as he shed Zuko of his shirt.

Zuko leaned against him and pressed their bare chests against each other, making them both shiver and nipping Sokka's ear.

"Shall we go inside?"

Sokka looked at him with hooded eyes, his member regaining hardness. "Inside?"

Zuko stood up, and Sokka saw the obviously engorged rise in his pants. He blushed and took Zuko's offered hand. Zuko led him to his camp where he saw the tent and remains of the burned out fire.

When Zuko stepped inside, Sokka tackled him against the large sleeping bag and pinned him down, biting and sucking at one place on his neck.

"Ow! What are you . . . uun," his eyes rolled back in his head as Sokka started rubbing his hand against his bulge. He pulled off the red fabric and was faced with a large, aching member begging for release. He swiped his tongue under Zuko's belly button, (who knew the prince of the Fire Nation had an outie?), and blew out a cool stream of air over the skin, causing goosebumps.

He leaned down and licked the tip of Zuko's length, sending a ripple through the prince's entire body. Then he stopped.

Zuko glared at him through dilated eyes. "Why the hell did you stop?"

Sokka blew over his member, still looking at his eyes. Zuko flinched, still glaring. Sokka grinned evilly.

"Beg me."

Zuko's eyes widened. "Are you serious?"

"Go on."

Zuko licked his lips. "Please. Please suck me, Sokka."

Well. Sokka hadn't counted on him being so blunt about it. He smiled again and his head descended, engulfing his member with his mouth.

Fire erupted from Zuko's fingertips as he gasped and moaned, and he pressed them against the ground to keep from burning anyone. Sokka wrapped his tongue around Zuko's head and used both hands to grind his base. He bobbed his head back and forth, pushing Zuko's cock down further each time. He pulled off Zuko's length and started licking up and down from shaft to base, massaging his balls as he went.

Zuko squirmed and held back moans, only letting out whimpers when they couldn't be contained. Sokka could fell Zuko's breathing somehow getting even faster, and felt more than saw the way he started throwing his head back wildly.

He made a quick choice and stuck his cock as far down as he could and swallowed, using his hand to press on a spot just behind his sac.

Zuko cursed loudly and pulled on Sokka's hair as he came. While he lay there panting, Sokka tried to will himself to swallow it like Zuko, but couldn't make himself do it. He turned and quickly spat it out of the tent.

He sat there and watched Zuko's flushed, blissful face and realized he had passed out. His mouth fell open.

Am I really that good? Or was he just that tired?

Watching his face, Sokka realized abruptly that it was dark out. Katara and Toph were most likely back from their shopping, and Aang was definitely back in the cave. They were probably worried sick about him.

He scrambled up and out of the cave to find his clothes and slipped them on after washing off the strange smell of sex that clung to him. He stopped after he got on his boots and stared back at the tent.

What about Zuko? Sokka wondered what he should do about the boy he had just pretty much slept with. A firebender. A prince. An enemy. An enemy with a sexy voice and beautiful pale skin –

No. Enemy.

Sokka turned and walked away quickly, breaking into a run when he was out of hearing range. He ran all the way to the cave, where Toph announced he was here before anyone else saw him.

"Sokka!" Katara cried, hugging him and then hitting him on the back of the head. "Ow," Sokka muttered.

"Where have you been?" She demanded, staring at him with relief and annoyance. "We almost came looking for you! I thought you had been caught or beaten up or –"

"Look, I'm fine, okay? None of that stuff happened, alright?" Though I did get captured, in a way. "I went for a walk and I got tired so I took a nap, that's all. I just slept and woke up and came running back."

"Okay. Fine," Katara huffed, giving him a small smile. "I made diner, are you hungry? Wait, Sokka, where's your necklace?"

Zuko woke up to feeling cold and lonely, missing the heat of another particular person. He felt around until he realized he was alone and sat up, somehow getting on his pants and scrambling out the tent. He looked around the dark, scanning the moonlit terrain.

"Sokka?" He called, walking back to the waterfall. "Sokka?"

The silver pool was empty. His clothes were gone. Zuko felt dizzy so he sat down on a rock and held his head in his hands. So he was gone? Fine. All he needed was some stress relief. Some action. Not like he liked him or anything. Not like he still saw sapphire eyes when he closed his, or still smelled that wintry scent. He was fine.

He took a deep breath to calm himself and forced his legs to walk back to the tent. On his way something caught his eye; the white tooth necklace he had taken off. Sokka had never retrieved it.

Zuko walked over and felt the hard edges rest against his palm. He brought it to his nose, feeling a thrill as he smelled Sokka on it. This was wrong. He thought this wanting – this desire – would have stopped. But it had only grown worse.

He gripped the necklace and looked up at the moon.

He would see him again, if his life depended on it.

While Aang and Katara were talking about his day at school, Toph sat down next to Sokka. She laid back against the wall coolly.

"So. You fell asleep, huh?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Even without feeling you're lying, I can still hear it."

Sokka gulped. Shit, he had forgotten about that. "Look, don't tell them, please?"

"Why not? You shouldn't be lying."

"Because it's private."

She turned to stare uselessly at him. "Fine." She got up to leave as Sokka blew out a mouthful of air. "But I'm not helping you get your necklace back from Zuko."

His eyes popped. His mouth fell open. "How –"

"Shh," she patted his head. "Just remember that I always know everything. I'll keep your dirty little secret. But you owe me."

Haha! How did you like? Review!

*P.S. This is probably my best sex/oral scene. Give some good advice, k?*

**P.P.S. I dislike using the words "cock" and "dick" in a story, but if I write "length" or "member" all the time, it gets repetitive. And whenever someone uses the word "organ" I think of biology class freshman year. If you have any suggestions, lay 'em on me.

Okay I'm done.