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Alpha Zuko/Omega Sokka smut. (What else needs to be said?)

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All in all, there were worse times to go into heat. He’d felt it coming on when they’d first arrived, like his body knew the invasion was over and they were safe for the time being at the air temple.

While Aang and Zuko had been away learning from the Sun Warriors, it had gotten stronger, like an itch only made worse by scratching. Even in the earlier days of their travels, he hadn’t remembered it being this bad, the buildup this long and agonizing. And now, at what he could only hope was its peak, it was impossible to think of anything else but being stuffed full of cock.

Not only that, but like something rational welling over the mess of disjointed fantasies, he felt a deep shame. How was he supposed to protect his sister and the little tribe they had formed for themselves if he was an omega? As soon as he’d been given the talk, he’d been sure that he would grow up to be an alpha, just like his father and most of the other men. But then he’d had his first heat, back home before any of this had started — and he’d thought something was wrong with him. That the spirits had made some kind of mistake when they’d created him.

It had occurred to him many times — haunted him, even — that maybe that was the real reason the other men had left him behind. It wasn’t that he’d been too young, or that he needed to protect the tribe. His father had left him behind because he’d known Sokka would be an omega. All those reassurances during the invasion — an invasion that had failed miserably — they were empty, and now Hakoda was rotting in a Fire Nation jail somewhere. Waiting for Sokka to save him. Because Sokka was never really done proving himself, not to his father, not to anyone.

And now with Zuko on board? Sure, Aang’s whole thing was forgiveness and nonviolence and blah blah blah, but his decision meant that the rest of them had to deal with Zuko too. If he found out Sokka was an omega, then, well, he could kiss any chance of Zuko ever respecting him goodbye. 

Not that he really cared if Zuko respected him from, like, a personal perspective or anything. It would just be more convenient, right?

It had occurred to him that maybe Zuko was an omega too, and that was why he was so pissy all the time. And maybe it was why he’d been disgraced in the first place — no nation would want an omega as their crown prince.

But what Zuko wasn’t an omega? What if he was an alpha?

Sokka gritted his teeth and stopped moving his fingers at the effect that thought had on him. He’d gone to a remote part of the temple and locked himself inside to ride out the heat. Toph and Aang were too young to have presented, and he couldn’t turn to Katara for obvious reasons, and the other ones, as far as he knew, either hadn’t smelled his heat or were too polite to comment on it.

So he was alone. In some poor dead air nomad’s bedroom. With his fingers stuck up his wet asshole, where they had been for the better part of the day. (They were probably all pruny now, not that he’d taken them out to look.) He couldn’t satisfy himself like this. Earlier, he’d tried every object available to him in the closed space, including, yes, his boomerang. He was that desperate, but his little experiment had not ended favorably. It was just too flat and wide — not to mention pointy. Ouch. 

…Not that he was averse to some pain during sex, but he wanted someone’s hands grabbing his waist, he wanted to feel the slap of their thighs against his as they fucked him, filled him.

He started thrusting faster with his fingers at that. That was the good thing about being railed from behind. He didn’t have to picture anyone’s face. He couldn’t imagine that Yue would’ve still liked him if she’d known the truth about him, and Suki… when he had to picture someone, he would picture her, but she was just the default until he found someone he liked to imagine fucking him. He’d come a long way in respecting the strength of women since when he’d first met her, but he still wasn’t sure if he liked the idea of submitting to a female alpha.

Not that a he liked the idea of submitting to any alpha. Well, he did like it, but he didn’t want to like it. And he wasn’t sure if a male alpha was really any better, but an unbidden image of Zuko came into his head again, and he groaned through his teeth. Instead of stopping this time, he worked his fingers faster, even though his hand was starting to cramp up bad again.

Zuko wasn’t evil anymore, right? (Not to mention dropping the ponytail was a major glow-up, and in spite of the scar, he was… not so bad on the eyes.) He’d helped Aang learn firebending from the dragons. He was probably hanging out and eating dinner with the others. It was about that time — and Sokka noticed that he was hungry.

Hungry for Zuko’s cock, that voice in his head taunted him, the same one that told him that his father and the whole tribe was ashamed of him and maybe the others were all sitting around making fun of him right now—

Surprisingly, the idea of looking up at Zuko from between his legs was more welcome. He shut out all the other thoughts telling him to be ashamed, but the emotion still welled up in him as he wrapped his other hand around his cocklette and stroked himself as he thought about what Zuko would taste like, Zuko grabbing a fistful of his hair and fucking his mouth, Zuko filling his throat, his ass.

No, he thought, and he shoved the images out of his mind entirely, knowing it would only be a matter of time before they crept back, and went back to pretending his skinny fingers were a thick cock. But it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. He needed someone (Zuko) to hold him down and fuck him until he couldn’t walk, until the heat was gone, until he was nice and knocked up. To feel his knot bulging inside him. Cumming, flooding his insides. 

Rationally, he knew what a terrible idea it would be to get pregnant. There was still a war he had to fight in, not to mention it would let the whole world know that he was an omega — but he couldn’t deny how wet the thought made him. Clenching his hole tighter around his fingers, he thought about how he’d look like that — about Zuko making him look like that. He uncurled his hand from his cocklette and slid it over his flat stomach, imagining how it would feel when it was round and swollen, the skin stretched taut over his bump. His fingers trailed up to his nipples — of course, he would have a pair of fat tits to match, each dripping with milk.

Ugh. He’d had the fantasy during his past heats, and he hated it. But he had to draw the line somewhere. Sure, he didn’t hate Zuko anymore, and he didn’t really believe that he was still out to get them — but it didn’t mean he liked him. And it definitely didn’t mean he wanted to have his babies, like some poor omega who’d been raped by Fire Nation soldiers. He couldn’t stand the idea of carrying firebenders, but they would be Zuko’s, so it wouldn’t be so bad, because as far as firebenders went, he was all right — but they would still be the descendants of the ruling family that had purged his people, and Aang’s people — and Zuko was still Zuko, and he didn’t like Zuko. When it came down to it, he found the idea of being fucked and bred by him incomprehensibly hot, but it wasn’t like he would ever actually—

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a movement through the dusty little window, a form passing through. He stopped abruptly, fearing that the Fire Nation had found them, or the others were playing a cruel trick on him. 

Or worse yet, Zuko was outside, as if smelling him wasn’t enough, and Sokka’s thoughts had been what summoned him.

He didn’t move until the knock came on the door. Then, in a panic, he pulled his fingers out of his ass and threw on the nearest piece of clothing, hoping he looked halfway presentable.

He unlocked the door and opened it just a crack, wide enough to talk, but not enough for his visitor to see his face. 

But his visitor did not care. Zuko shoved his way inside.

“I can’t sleep because of you,” he said. In the small space, his figure was imposing, and he looked more like a full grown man than a boy. Strong enough to shove Sokka down and have his way with him.

“That’s not my problem,” Sokka stuttered. His embarrassment and shame at the fantasies he’d had earlier was engulfed by the utter mortification of not only Zuko seeing him like this, but his insinuation. “Find somewhere else to sleep.”

“But you have a problem,” he said. His voice was low and husky, and as he took a step forward, Sokka took a step away, his back hitting the wall. “And I’m the only one here who can help you.”

His needy hole throbbed. The fingers that had been in it all day were gone, and it felt so empty, so much emptier than it had mere moments ago. Zuko was getting so close to him, and it would be so easy to give into his heat. To lean in and kiss him, to grab his hips and rub their crotches together, to pull Zuko’s pants down and get on his knees to suck him off.

It took all of his willpower. “No,” he said.

“It—” Zuko glanced behind him, as if to make sure no one was watching them. When he turned back, he was dizzyingly close. “I’m not like I was before. I’ll be gentle. I’ll make sure you enjoy it.”

He felt something brush against his leg, and he was almost too caught up in the lusty gaze in Zuko’s eyes to realize that it was his erection. He clearly wasn’t here just to fulfill Sokka’s needs — the smell of the heat had gotten to him as well.

“Don’t be embarrassed to be seen like this. I don’t care that you’re an omega,” he whispered right in Sokka’s ear, breath hot. Slowly, Zuko reached to cup his cheek. His touch was electric. “That doesn’t change what I think of you… but right now, you need an alpha. You need me.”

Distantly, he realized that his breath was coming faster, his heart pounding harder. The pair of pants he’d thrown on was already soaked. But his arousal was curdling into annoyance — and fear. What if Zuko kept trying to pressure him? That would confirm, in his mind, that he really hadn’t changed at all. 

“No, I don’t,” he decided. “I don’t like you very much, and I don’t want to fuck you.” Sokka shoved him aside.

“Oh, okay. Sorry,” Zuko said, backing off, and Sokka shut the door behind him. “Uh… good luck with your heat?”

“Thanks?” Sokka said. They went on to never have sex.

—FIN—