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"It’s not the same without you.” Zuko's voice comes out in a harsh whisper, his voice raspy as his hands continue to explore the exposed skin of Sokka’s back. He hates sneaking around. Hates the long periods of time he has to endure without the other man by his side. Hates the trips Sokka takes as part of his newfound duties as a Water Tribe ambassador in the Fire Nation.
Zuko wants to be selfish, just this once. Just this once he wants to keep Sokka with him always, but they both know of the honor that Sokka has placed on him. Of his father’s expectations. But Sokka yearns to be with Zuko on the nights he’s away in some distant land. Unfamiliar surfaces beneath him as he attempts to sleep for the coming days of meetings and delegations. He finds his sleep is better when in the embrace of a certain Firelord.
“I know.” Sokka can’t help but reply in the same tone, his lips moving forward so they gently touched Zuko’s, a free hand carding through silky black hair as he yearned to bring him impossibly closer. To meld their bodies together as one so that Sokka would never have to part from Zuko again.
But they would settle for this, for their small moment of tranquility where the only thing they cared about was the sensation of the other man and the sound of the crackling fire that kept them warm.