Standard disclaimers apply.

Warnings : Non-con (coercive), allusions to attempted non-con (violent), OOC, AUishness after Siege of the North Part I.

"Why are you giving me a tour of the war prisoners?"

"Well, I know you've probably never taken any down in the Southern Tribe, so I thought it might be interesting... And there's one in particular I think you're gonna like seeing, Soak-ah."

"It's Sokka." Like it would take the tenth time he said it when it hadn't any of the previous nine. At this point he was pretty sure Hahn was doing it on purpose. As if the older boy didn't provide enough annoyance through being arrogant, condescending, higher social status in spite of his incompetance and, oh yeah, engaged to Yue. He had to mispronouce Sokka's name constantly.

Yue. After she had given back the energy from the moon spirit to save the wounded koi, the girl Sokka loved had collapsed, once more as weak as she had been as a baby. The healers thought she would live, with the reserves of a young woman rather than a newborn and the strength to eat and drink, but they didn't know if she would ever have the vibrancy and life she once had.

Sokka knew of her recovery only second hand. Only family was allowed to visit her, which included her fiance, but not the boy who had actually loved her.

And now that spirit cursed fiance had taken it upon himself to invite Sokka (or rather Soak-ah) on an inspection of the Fire Nation soldiers who had been captured when Zhao's disapearance and the return of waterbending in a full moon had turned their near victory into a rout. They had already looked in on a moltly collection of officers and those claiming noble enough birth to be worth individual ransom as they awaited the replies to their personally written letters. These had been accomodated almost as guests, their given words of honor (and the threat of being forced to await mass ransom with the peasants) considered enough to keep them from causing trouble. Now they walked through a chilled corridor looking in at firebenders kept even colder as the subfreezing arctic water ran over the walls and floors of thier cells.

"To stop them from bending" Hahn had explained, but the Southern Tribe boy was skeptical. Zuko had spent the entire day in a freezing snowstorm and who knew what before that sneaking into the walled city but he had seemed sufficiently fiery when he had leaped from Appa's saddle, quite suddenly unbound as Zhao struck down the old firebender who had tried to defend the moon-koi. He had screamed only one word, "Uncle!" as he'd torn through Zhao's elite guard in a matter of seconds and taken off after the Admiral himself.

"Now we can't bother the fancy pants, and the firebenders are too dangerous, plus, you know, cold in there," Hahn was saying as Sokka came out of his thoughts and they passed into a warmer area. "So this section is where the fun is." They approached a single guard who rolled his eyes slightly at Hahn, but walked away without a word when the teen passed him a few coins.

"Most all the guards will take a walk for a couple silver, some just to be nice. Baka's the only one who won't at all, I think he's got it in for me over a girl. He even sided with Goldie against me, if you can believe that."

"Goldie?" Sokka had a pretty good idea where all this was going and wasn't sure why Hahn wanted to share it with him. On one hand, not the kind of thing Aang would approve of by any stretch, but on the other hand, a man (or teen) had needs and he couldn't feel much pity having heard stories of how the Fire Nation treated their own war prisoners. Though on the other, other hand, perhaps anything the arrogant Northern Tribe teen was acting so smug about was wrong just by association.

"Heh, you'll see why I call him that. Won't tell me his real name... or anything really. Doesn't talk much at all except to answer the healers' questions when he first was brought in. Had some bad burns, must have gotten caught in the crossfire or been in a tank that got sliced." They were passing by small cells, mostly single occupancy, fire nation soldiers with most of the pride rubbed off by a couple of weeks in captivity. "And here's my favorite beauty! Goldie, turn around and let Soak-ah have a look!"

As he looked at the soldier facing away from them in the cell (younger than any of the others, he thought) noting first the singed and tangled hair, then the well muscled back and finally that unlike the other prisoners he had his wrists shackled behind him, he automatically growled "It's Sokka." (Eleven and counting.) But hearing that, the soldier did turn around, quickly, and Sokka forgot all about Hahn's name problem. "What the fuck is he doing here?" It came out as a gasp, rather than the yell he had been planning, which was probably just as well.

"I ask myself that all the time," the older boy said smugly, running his eyes openly over the Fire Nation teen's bare chest and arms. "He should be chained up in my quarters, but unfortunately I don't think he's tame enough yet to offer his parole as a 'servant'. Little spitfire still won't even behave in here, had the nerve to give me a bloody nose last week!" He continued to ramble as Sokka just stared in shock. That high topknot was down and stubble covered his usually bare scalp, and he wore only a tattered pair of red pants rather than his usual officer's uniform, but the southern tribesman couldn't help but think that even without the scar it would be impossible not to recognize Prince Zuko. His proud stance, even after being a prisoner, his pale, almost white skin, his fine features and of course the eyes Hahn had so creatively named him for. Golden eyes that had widened with recognition at Sokka's presence then narrowed as his lip curled in obvious contempt for the other tribesman he stood beside.

"And they agreed to bind his arms, but Baka and the healers swear up and down he's not dangerous so they won't go any further. And I can't exactly complain that he kicks like an ostrich horse, because I barely dodged the question of why I was in his cell the first time." The rambling seemed to be coming to a point as Sokka tried to figure out what Zuko was doing in this section. Why wasn't he with the nobility awaiting ransom? Spirits, why wasn't he with the firebenders? "And even the guards who are cool with my visits here won't help me out with him, they think it's funny how spunky he is, and I think they might have a betting pool on how long it will take to break him."

How long? Sokka almost laughed out loud at the question. He'd put Appa down as collateral on a bet of 'forever'. It was amusing to hear the prince called spunky, though. "So, what do you think, Soak-ah?" What did he think? He thought this asshole had humiliated him more than once, burned down a village that gave them shelter, chased them across the world and tried to kidnap Aang, not to mention tied his sister to a tree. But he also thought that the guy asking for his assistance was a jerk without a soul who was going to marry a girl he didn't deserve, and the Southern Tribe teen liked the idea of Hahn not having something he wanted. So, what did he think?

A rather cocky smile spread over his face as he took the keys from the older boy's hand. "I think you Northerners are a little sheltered if you're worried about a prisoner kicking your ass literally with both hands tied behind his back," he said, entering the cell and closing the door between them. "And that you clearly don't know how to talk to Fire Nation if you can't get what you want even so..." He heard an annoyed snort from Hahn, who was probably now looking forward to Sokka taking a good kick himself, but just walked over to the prisoner.

"Hey there, Prince." He said it quietly and saw the gold eyes jerk nervously to see if the other tribesman heard. "That's interesting, you've never been shy about flaunting your title before. There's some nicer rooms for the valuable types, should I tell the Chief who you are so you can get an upgrade?" He kept his tone low and could hear Hahn shifting and grumbling behind them, clearly wondering what he was saying and why he hadn't been attacked yet.

"No." He didn't think he'd ever heard Zuko speak so quietly, and decided he liked the sound of that rough voice in a whisper. He reached out casually and ran his fingers over one bare shoulder, seeing golden eyes blaze at the presumption, but the prince stiffened to stop himself from jerking away or attacking.

"Hmmm, I wonder why... but I also wonder what you'll give up to stay anonymous." He traced a collarbone then up the other boy's throat. "What do you think, pretty prince? You willing to earn my silence on your knees?" He touched one finger to the pale lips as he spoke, enjoying the helpless anger in Zuko's eyes and the unexplained but very obvious fear that stopped him from lashing out in violence at the proposal.

But he wouldn't have been Zuko if he hadn't lashed out somehow. "Didn't think you'd be like him," he growled, still too quiet for Hahn to hear, "so do you hate me that much or can't any of you pathetic water peasants get a girl?"

He almost took the bait - he had been pining for Yue or he could have been swimming in girls - but for once he had the power in an encounter with the prince and he wasn't going to let go of the control. "As a matter of fact, I hate you quite a lot," he said in a light tone, letting his fingers glide up the pale cheek to trace the edge of the darkened scar. This time Zuko did try to jerk back, but Sokka grabbed his chin with the other hand and held him still while familiarizing himself with the brutal disfigurement. "And I hate him too, so having something he can't is a nice bonus." He was pleased to feel a shiver go through the other boy as he touched the ruined flesh around his left eye. No one was allowed to touch him this way, he knew instinctively, but Sokka could and he was, because Sokka had the power here. "And you are quite a beauty."

"Now get on your knees." And the prince did, and Sokka just smirked at the look of hate in those golden eyes, because oh spirits, he had a prince on his knees in front of him and if that wasn't the universe finally making the humiliations of the last few months right with him, he didn't know what was. Wait, except maybe the shocked and angry gasp from outside the cell was even a little better, because that boy would be a prince himself soon when he married a girl he took for granted and didn't deserve, and he was going to see some rube from the Southern Tribe get what he'd wanted for himself.

He parted his tunic and unlaced his leggings and he was going to lean forward and force the other boy's mouth open, but apparently he'd forgotten for a moment who he was dealing with - unwilling or not, if there was one thing Zuko was incapable of being, it was passive. Sokka had barely pulled his already hard length free of his clothes when the prince ran a wet tongue over both lips and moved forward to take him in, jaw loose but lips pursed, creating a sense of penetration that startled a curse out of him as he flung out an arm to brace against the wall of the cell.

Then a whole string of curses burst out, because he was all the way in Zuko's mouth and there was wet warmth and suction and a tongue doing things he didn't really think royalty were supposed to know how to do. Maybe guys just instinctively knew what other guys wanted, but none of the Earth Kingdom girls that Sokka had managed to lure in with charm, reflected celebrity or a hint of the exotic had been anything like this and he was pretty sure they hadn't been inexperienced. His legs couldn't hold him anymore even with his hand on the wall, and he sunk to his own knees, barely remembering the prince's bound arms in time to grab his shoulders and take some of his weight.

If the sudden awkward angle of his body bothered the other boy he didn't give any sign, just kept doing the insanely erotic things he had been. And just as Sokka thought he was regaining enough equalibrium to take control of the situation, maybe say something coherent or move his hands to a grip that was more commanding and less hanging on for dear life, the prince took a deep breath in through his nose and suddenly that mouth was an inferno, just barely this side of painful, and Zuko was swallowing him down, milking his orgasm right out of him and Sokka threw his head back but it was too much to even scream.

Then he felt something hit the back of his skull and the world came back to let him look up at the ceiling then over at the prince gracefully rolling back onto his heels and rising to his feet and curse it all if the bastard wasn't smirking, and maybe there was good reason, because Zuko had started on his knees but Sokka had ended on his back, and there was no doubt who had been in control once the act had actually started. But the tribesman was too sated to get upset about it, and if he had to take a smirk from the prince, well, he could give one of his own to Hahn on his way out of the cell as the Northern Tribe boy simply gaped at what had happened.

"Gotta know how to talk to them," he said cheekily and was glad his voice was too roughened from his panting to squeak. And as the other teen angrily moved into the cell, Sokka leaned blissfully against the corridor wall to watch the jerk without a soul get his ass kicked. Yup, the universe was defitely making it all up to him today.

A/N My first truely porny fic! But don't be gentle, if I suck at lemons I want to know so I won't ruin my plot based stories with them. ;-)