FIC: On Display (AtLA, NC-17)
On Display
By Keelywolfe
Sokka/Zuko/Jet
NC-17
Summary: This will make more sense if you've read: Things To Do When You're Bored
Note: Yep, my brain is still a little on the nutty side and it wants a threesome. I decided that I'd better oblige it. AU, set in some strange universe where Jet is around, Zuko is Fire Lord, and Sokka is just happy to have them both.
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Once, not all that long ago, the chambers of the Fire Lord had been lushly decorated; Squat carved tables and shelves loaded with porcelain knickynacks and dust catchers that probably had some sort of cultural significance that Sokka had never bothered to discover. Not that it really mattered because the first week after he and Jet had started sleeping in here on a regular basis, they'd all disappeared.
He might have taken insult at that, maybe some kind of not-so-subtle hint from the servants that they were probably thieves that were hocking the royal family treasures if it weren't for that fact that they'd broken at least three of them in that one week, including a very lovely, very old table that had been meant to take the weight of a delicate statue and not that of three people. None of it on purpose, of course; it was just that sometimes they bumped into things on their way to the bed and it was pretty damned hard to see with your face pressed against someone else's.
So, yeah, all the pretty, fragile things had vanished and in their place were some newer, sturdier tables and cushioned benches, including the one Jet and Sokka were sprawled on right now. Alone.
"We should have stayed," Sokka said, a little grumpily. His feet were in Jet's lap and the other boy was stroking his foot thoughtfully, not quite enough to tickle.
"We should have," Jet agreed, just this side of testy. He pressed his thumb into the ball of Sokka's foot, ignoring his hiss of pain that slowly eased into relief. Whoever designed the boots that the Fire Nation people wore hadn't made a friend in Sokka. "If we had," Jet continued, "He would be here right now and we wouldn't be worrying about him."
"Yeah," Sokka said unhappily, dropped his head back to rest on the arm of their sofa. Zuko had had to attend a formal dinner and at the time, Sokka had thought it was the epitome of kindness that he hadn't insisted on Sokka and Jet coming. Not that he was ashamed of them, but he knew how much they hated all the schmoosing that went with it, all of the subtle digs and ever since that one where a drunken noble had propositioned Sokka
(Hey, I heard Water Tribe boys are good with their mouths, is that true, boy?)
and Jet had cut off the man's topknot along with a good portion of his clothes...well, it was probably just better for all concerned that they stayed away.
Only, it was already very late, the stars had been brilliantly overhead for hours now and they were still waiting up. If they'd gone, it would have been easier for Zuko to beg off earlier, since the threat of public sex usually got him moving pretty fast for the doors.
Speaking of doors, the one to their chambers swung open and one decidedly exhausted Fire Lord made his way through it, already stripping out of his outer robe.
"I was really expecting you two to be asleep by now," Zuko said tiredly, tugging his hair loose as he quietly kicked the door closed. It was getting quite long, a silky curtain dark as the deepest water that fell past his shoulders. Sokka's imagination was already wrist deep in that softness but then reality slapped him in the face as he watched Zuko toe off his shoes, nearly staggering in his exhaustion.
Resigning himself to a serious lack of sex, Sokka smothered a sigh and stood, bare feet patting lightly against the carpets. "Here, let me help you--"
He barely had a chance to squeak out a protest before he was facedown on the rugs, both his hands held crossed at the wrists in the small of his back, and that soft hair was pooling over his shoulder as Zuko licked at his ear, his smirk pressed into Sokka's neck.
"You jerk!" Sokka snarled, trying to twist his wrists out of Zuko's hand. But his grip was firm, holding both his hands in one of his own and he could feel Zuko laughing softly, soft breath like a caress.
"That's not properly respectful to your Lord," Zuko chided, mockingly. Yeah, like he and Jet both hadn't heard that a hundred times. A day.
"Let me up and I'll show some respect on your ass."
"No, I think I like you right here." He pushed a knee between Sokka's legs and forcing them apart despite his struggles.
"Why am I always the one who ends up face down on the carpet," Sokka complained, wriggling irritably. All he succeeded in doing was rubbing his ass against the front of Zuko's pants and that probably wouldn't get him released any time soon.
"A few reasons," Zuko had a hand beneath him now, working at the ties of his pants and Sokka gave in and lifted his hips a little to help. Might as well go with it, since there was a fair chance there would be an orgasm at the end if he did. Or well, there would be one if he didn't, too, but the former tended to be faster.
"One, Jet never falls for it. Two, it's in your nature to try to help."
"Yeah, you can never stand to see pathetic creatures suffer," Jet called over, snickering.
Zuko seemed to be ignoring him but Sokka could picture the sour glare he was sending in that direction. "And three," nuzzled against his ear. "You like it."
It was on the tip of his tongue to protest that no, he did not like to do this on the floor, no matter how soft and plushy the carpets were, thank you very much, but with Zuko's warm hand wrapped around his cock, fingertips lightly teasing the tip, his argument didn't quite seem worth making.
"Jet, come here," Zuko said, softly, his breath ruffling Sokka's hair. There was a ring of authority in his voice and this was how he sounded when he commanded his subjects, and every one of them would jump at his command, resentfully or otherwise.
He heard Jet slide off the bench, the light pad of his feet on the carpeted floor as he walked over to them, "Of course, sire, what would you have me do, sire?" Jet mocked, sliding to his knees in front of them. He'd abandoned his shirt hours before when they'd first gotten here and it was still tangled with Sokka's in a crumpled ball in the corner.
A thumb pressed against Sokka's lips and he parted them automatically, letting it slide just inside to rest briefly against his tongue before it withdrew, rubbing wetly over his lips.
"Let him suck you," Zuko whispered, licking a wet stripe up Sokka's cheek to his ear where a tiny gold hoop hung. It had been a gift, one of the very few Sokka had accepted. He caught it between his teeth, tugging gently. "Let me watch."
Sokka struggled just a little, tugging at Zuko's grip on his wrists just to feel it tighten. It was like a game he used to play as a child, clamoring and wrestling with the Katara until one could pin the other, rubbing their face in the snow until they cried uncle, but if Zuko wanted him to plead for mercy, wanted to watch him do this, Sokka would concede.
No, Jet never fell for it, never let anyone dominate him, but Sokka would and did, would give either of them what they needed, even if they would never ask. They didn't have to ask.
He let his lips part, felt Jet's fingertips touch lightly under his chin, tipping his head up. The slick tip of Jet's cock glanced off his mouth, the clear salt heat wetting his lips and he opened for it, let the heavy bulk of it pry his mouth open.
One hand under his chin and another still tight on his wrists, a third threading through his hair, following the curve of his head as Jet sighed above him. Three hands holding him still, and he could feel the heaviness of Zuko's breath on the back of his neck, his free hand rising up to cup Sokka's cheek so he could feel Jet gliding in and out, his forefinger light on Sokka's lower lip, barely touching them both.
Cool air touched his backside, Zuko managing to tug his pants down even without his help but it was hard for Sokka to pay attention to that. All his focus was on the hot thickness in his mouth, on the soft sounds Jet was making over him, his hand tight on the back of Sokka's head as he pushed forward, thrusting almost too deep, almost rude, but Sokka could go along with it, working his tongue hard on the tip just to hear Jet choke.
He didn't realize his hands were free until he felt Zuko's both on his hips, hauling him up on his knees but by then it was too late to protest; he braced himself on hands that were still numb and tingling from Zuko's punishing grip when Zuko pressed himself into the cleft of Sokka's ass, sliding inside. The angle wasn't good and it wasn't quite slick enough, but the sound Zuko made, a deep, vibrating groan that Sokka could feel inside made it worth it because he loved it, loved this. He loved them, loved both of them even if he couldn't say it.
Jet's little whimpers were starting to take on an edge of desperation, words faltering from his mouth as he shoved in deeper, his hand brutally tight in Sokka's hair. "Fuck, yeah, that's it. Take it, you want it, take it, you bastard, fuck him hard, Zuko, come on!"
For someone who gave orders regularly, Zuko also seemed to take them pretty well, pulling out just enough to shove in, hard, and Sokka drew in a sharp breath through his nose, trying not to choke, trying not to get shoved forward as Zuko withdrew and then in again with enough force that his hips slapped into Sokka's ass, again. He felt fumbling on the back of his head, Zuko and Jet linking hands, sweaty palms against his equally sweaty hair and he sucked hard, working his mouth up and down, trying to get Jet just a little deeper into his throat. Jet cursed, loud and crude, and a shudder went through him, rigid trembling that was all the warning Sokka got before hot bitterness spurting over his tongue.
He swallowed quickly, desperately, letting Jet slide free enough that he could duck his head and fumble a hand between his own legs, stroking his erection hard and it was just in time, Zuko's own sharply indrawn breath made the sensation unraveling inside him spark, lighting a fire all its own behind his eyes and Sokka didn't bother trying to muffle his shout as he came, dripping wet over his own fingertips and the surge of slick heat inside him was the best possible ending, warming him all the way through.
Sokka had no idea how long he was lying on the carpet, but when he finally blinked, eyelashes rubbing against the thick weave beneath him, he noticed that his legs were pins and needles numb from Zuko's weight and Jet was lying beside him, sucking wet kisses down his shoulder.
"Mrgh?" Sokka managed, grimacing as he lifted his head from the spreading patch of saliva he'd been drooling. The mess beneath his hips was worse but really, it wasn't worth thinking about. It wasn't like he cleaned the carpets in this place.
"Yeah, a bath sounds good," Jet said agreeably.
"I don't think I can move," Zuko mumbled against Sokka's back. There was wetness there as well and, okay, Sokka would let both of them dirty him up with one bodily fluid only and drool wasn't it. He heaved Zuko off his back and staggered to his feet.
"Sleep on the floor then," Sokka yawned, stumbling in the direction of the bathroom with Jet close behind. "Jet and I are going to get clean."
"Disrespectful," Zuko grumbled but he managed to get to his feet, trailing after them. Get clean, get dirty, get clean again. Sokka was just fine with that. He thought that naked bodies made better display pieces than any fire nation knickyknack could ever hope to, anyway.
-finis-
Next Chapter
By Keelywolfe
Sokka/Zuko/Jet
NC-17
Summary: This will make more sense if you've read: Things To Do When You're Bored
Note: Yep, my brain is still a little on the nutty side and it wants a threesome. I decided that I'd better oblige it. AU, set in some strange universe where Jet is around, Zuko is Fire Lord, and Sokka is just happy to have them both.
~~*~~
Once, not all that long ago, the chambers of the Fire Lord had been lushly decorated; Squat carved tables and shelves loaded with porcelain knickynacks and dust catchers that probably had some sort of cultural significance that Sokka had never bothered to discover. Not that it really mattered because the first week after he and Jet had started sleeping in here on a regular basis, they'd all disappeared.
He might have taken insult at that, maybe some kind of not-so-subtle hint from the servants that they were probably thieves that were hocking the royal family treasures if it weren't for that fact that they'd broken at least three of them in that one week, including a very lovely, very old table that had been meant to take the weight of a delicate statue and not that of three people. None of it on purpose, of course; it was just that sometimes they bumped into things on their way to the bed and it was pretty damned hard to see with your face pressed against someone else's.
So, yeah, all the pretty, fragile things had vanished and in their place were some newer, sturdier tables and cushioned benches, including the one Jet and Sokka were sprawled on right now. Alone.
"We should have stayed," Sokka said, a little grumpily. His feet were in Jet's lap and the other boy was stroking his foot thoughtfully, not quite enough to tickle.
"We should have," Jet agreed, just this side of testy. He pressed his thumb into the ball of Sokka's foot, ignoring his hiss of pain that slowly eased into relief. Whoever designed the boots that the Fire Nation people wore hadn't made a friend in Sokka. "If we had," Jet continued, "He would be here right now and we wouldn't be worrying about him."
"Yeah," Sokka said unhappily, dropped his head back to rest on the arm of their sofa. Zuko had had to attend a formal dinner and at the time, Sokka had thought it was the epitome of kindness that he hadn't insisted on Sokka and Jet coming. Not that he was ashamed of them, but he knew how much they hated all the schmoosing that went with it, all of the subtle digs and ever since that one where a drunken noble had propositioned Sokka
(Hey, I heard Water Tribe boys are good with their mouths, is that true, boy?)
and Jet had cut off the man's topknot along with a good portion of his clothes...well, it was probably just better for all concerned that they stayed away.
Only, it was already very late, the stars had been brilliantly overhead for hours now and they were still waiting up. If they'd gone, it would have been easier for Zuko to beg off earlier, since the threat of public sex usually got him moving pretty fast for the doors.
Speaking of doors, the one to their chambers swung open and one decidedly exhausted Fire Lord made his way through it, already stripping out of his outer robe.
"I was really expecting you two to be asleep by now," Zuko said tiredly, tugging his hair loose as he quietly kicked the door closed. It was getting quite long, a silky curtain dark as the deepest water that fell past his shoulders. Sokka's imagination was already wrist deep in that softness but then reality slapped him in the face as he watched Zuko toe off his shoes, nearly staggering in his exhaustion.
Resigning himself to a serious lack of sex, Sokka smothered a sigh and stood, bare feet patting lightly against the carpets. "Here, let me help you--"
He barely had a chance to squeak out a protest before he was facedown on the rugs, both his hands held crossed at the wrists in the small of his back, and that soft hair was pooling over his shoulder as Zuko licked at his ear, his smirk pressed into Sokka's neck.
"You jerk!" Sokka snarled, trying to twist his wrists out of Zuko's hand. But his grip was firm, holding both his hands in one of his own and he could feel Zuko laughing softly, soft breath like a caress.
"That's not properly respectful to your Lord," Zuko chided, mockingly. Yeah, like he and Jet both hadn't heard that a hundred times. A day.
"Let me up and I'll show some respect on your ass."
"No, I think I like you right here." He pushed a knee between Sokka's legs and forcing them apart despite his struggles.
"Why am I always the one who ends up face down on the carpet," Sokka complained, wriggling irritably. All he succeeded in doing was rubbing his ass against the front of Zuko's pants and that probably wouldn't get him released any time soon.
"A few reasons," Zuko had a hand beneath him now, working at the ties of his pants and Sokka gave in and lifted his hips a little to help. Might as well go with it, since there was a fair chance there would be an orgasm at the end if he did. Or well, there would be one if he didn't, too, but the former tended to be faster.
"One, Jet never falls for it. Two, it's in your nature to try to help."
"Yeah, you can never stand to see pathetic creatures suffer," Jet called over, snickering.
Zuko seemed to be ignoring him but Sokka could picture the sour glare he was sending in that direction. "And three," nuzzled against his ear. "You like it."
It was on the tip of his tongue to protest that no, he did not like to do this on the floor, no matter how soft and plushy the carpets were, thank you very much, but with Zuko's warm hand wrapped around his cock, fingertips lightly teasing the tip, his argument didn't quite seem worth making.
"Jet, come here," Zuko said, softly, his breath ruffling Sokka's hair. There was a ring of authority in his voice and this was how he sounded when he commanded his subjects, and every one of them would jump at his command, resentfully or otherwise.
He heard Jet slide off the bench, the light pad of his feet on the carpeted floor as he walked over to them, "Of course, sire, what would you have me do, sire?" Jet mocked, sliding to his knees in front of them. He'd abandoned his shirt hours before when they'd first gotten here and it was still tangled with Sokka's in a crumpled ball in the corner.
A thumb pressed against Sokka's lips and he parted them automatically, letting it slide just inside to rest briefly against his tongue before it withdrew, rubbing wetly over his lips.
"Let him suck you," Zuko whispered, licking a wet stripe up Sokka's cheek to his ear where a tiny gold hoop hung. It had been a gift, one of the very few Sokka had accepted. He caught it between his teeth, tugging gently. "Let me watch."
Sokka struggled just a little, tugging at Zuko's grip on his wrists just to feel it tighten. It was like a game he used to play as a child, clamoring and wrestling with the Katara until one could pin the other, rubbing their face in the snow until they cried uncle, but if Zuko wanted him to plead for mercy, wanted to watch him do this, Sokka would concede.
No, Jet never fell for it, never let anyone dominate him, but Sokka would and did, would give either of them what they needed, even if they would never ask. They didn't have to ask.
He let his lips part, felt Jet's fingertips touch lightly under his chin, tipping his head up. The slick tip of Jet's cock glanced off his mouth, the clear salt heat wetting his lips and he opened for it, let the heavy bulk of it pry his mouth open.
One hand under his chin and another still tight on his wrists, a third threading through his hair, following the curve of his head as Jet sighed above him. Three hands holding him still, and he could feel the heaviness of Zuko's breath on the back of his neck, his free hand rising up to cup Sokka's cheek so he could feel Jet gliding in and out, his forefinger light on Sokka's lower lip, barely touching them both.
Cool air touched his backside, Zuko managing to tug his pants down even without his help but it was hard for Sokka to pay attention to that. All his focus was on the hot thickness in his mouth, on the soft sounds Jet was making over him, his hand tight on the back of Sokka's head as he pushed forward, thrusting almost too deep, almost rude, but Sokka could go along with it, working his tongue hard on the tip just to hear Jet choke.
He didn't realize his hands were free until he felt Zuko's both on his hips, hauling him up on his knees but by then it was too late to protest; he braced himself on hands that were still numb and tingling from Zuko's punishing grip when Zuko pressed himself into the cleft of Sokka's ass, sliding inside. The angle wasn't good and it wasn't quite slick enough, but the sound Zuko made, a deep, vibrating groan that Sokka could feel inside made it worth it because he loved it, loved this. He loved them, loved both of them even if he couldn't say it.
Jet's little whimpers were starting to take on an edge of desperation, words faltering from his mouth as he shoved in deeper, his hand brutally tight in Sokka's hair. "Fuck, yeah, that's it. Take it, you want it, take it, you bastard, fuck him hard, Zuko, come on!"
For someone who gave orders regularly, Zuko also seemed to take them pretty well, pulling out just enough to shove in, hard, and Sokka drew in a sharp breath through his nose, trying not to choke, trying not to get shoved forward as Zuko withdrew and then in again with enough force that his hips slapped into Sokka's ass, again. He felt fumbling on the back of his head, Zuko and Jet linking hands, sweaty palms against his equally sweaty hair and he sucked hard, working his mouth up and down, trying to get Jet just a little deeper into his throat. Jet cursed, loud and crude, and a shudder went through him, rigid trembling that was all the warning Sokka got before hot bitterness spurting over his tongue.
He swallowed quickly, desperately, letting Jet slide free enough that he could duck his head and fumble a hand between his own legs, stroking his erection hard and it was just in time, Zuko's own sharply indrawn breath made the sensation unraveling inside him spark, lighting a fire all its own behind his eyes and Sokka didn't bother trying to muffle his shout as he came, dripping wet over his own fingertips and the surge of slick heat inside him was the best possible ending, warming him all the way through.
Sokka had no idea how long he was lying on the carpet, but when he finally blinked, eyelashes rubbing against the thick weave beneath him, he noticed that his legs were pins and needles numb from Zuko's weight and Jet was lying beside him, sucking wet kisses down his shoulder.
"Mrgh?" Sokka managed, grimacing as he lifted his head from the spreading patch of saliva he'd been drooling. The mess beneath his hips was worse but really, it wasn't worth thinking about. It wasn't like he cleaned the carpets in this place.
"Yeah, a bath sounds good," Jet said agreeably.
"I don't think I can move," Zuko mumbled against Sokka's back. There was wetness there as well and, okay, Sokka would let both of them dirty him up with one bodily fluid only and drool wasn't it. He heaved Zuko off his back and staggered to his feet.
"Sleep on the floor then," Sokka yawned, stumbling in the direction of the bathroom with Jet close behind. "Jet and I are going to get clean."
"Disrespectful," Zuko grumbled but he managed to get to his feet, trailing after them. Get clean, get dirty, get clean again. Sokka was just fine with that. He thought that naked bodies made better display pieces than any fire nation knickyknack could ever hope to, anyway.
-finis-
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