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Dude Looks Like a Lady	By : Kigen Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Slash - Male/Male > Sokka/Zuko Views: 10287 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Dude Looks Like a Lady

Chapter 3

By: Kigen and Usagi Youkai

Me and Usagi Youkai started a Zukka roleplay; a long one that revolved around Zukka, Sokka and him looking girly in a dress. And well, this was the result. The uncensored version will be put on adult fanfiction . net, under the name chu-leh. The censored verison’s still pretty graphic though. Now is the beginning of the day of the bet.

Each chapter will have who played who at the top.

I was Sokka and Smellerbee.

Usagi Youkai was Zuko, Iroh, and Longshot.

Thanks for reading, and please review.

Disclaimer: Lack of mpreg on the tv show; clear proof it does not belong to me and Usagi.

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Sokka looked at Zuko. “But isn't he, like, asexual?”

Zuko rolled his eyes. “Just because he's quiet, doesn't mean he's asexual.”

“I already told you, he so knew it was me this morning.”

“He didn't even speak to you this morning, how are you so sure?”

“Longshot doesn't talk with words. He talks with his eyes!” Sokka waved his arms frantically, almost hitting Zuko in the face with his purse. “If you don't believe me, get Smellerbee to translate for you.”

“Then we'll get her to translate, but he's the straightest guy, so he'll have to do.”

“Fine. And if he gets it, I totally win the bet.”

“He won't recognize you like no one else has recognized you.”

“He doesn't have to know it's me. He just has to know I'm a guy, right?” Sokka asked.

“Yeah.”

“That'll be easy then.”

“We'll see.”

“Kay, he should be in the library right now I think. Come on.” A smirk covered Sokka's face. “Hope you're ready to loose.”

“That's what you said before Ty Lee.” Zuko pointed out as they headed to the library.

“Well, Ty Lee's not smart. Longshot is. He'll know instantly.”

“So you say.” They arrived at the library and went inside.

“There he is. Let's go prove my manliness now.” Sokka strode over to Longshot, who was picking books out from the nonfiction section. Smellerbee was with him, so she was ready for interpretation. “Hi Longshot.”

“Hey Shoko, Zuko. Need something?” Smellerbee asked.

Longshot just looked up from his book.

“Yeah, actually.” Zuko answered. “Shoko here has a question.”

“What is it?” Smellerbee asked.

“Well, um...” Sokka though of how to word it without giving anything away. “I was wondering if Longshot thought that I looked, um familiar?”

Longshot though deeply for a moment, then shook his head.

“Are you sure?” Sokka asked desperately.

'You look like Katara a little' Longshot said with his eyes.

“He says you look a little bit like Katara, a friend of ours.” Smellerbee translated, assuming 'Shoko' didn't speak Longshot.

“And that's all?” Sokka’s face fell completely.

Longshot nodded.

Sokka head fell and his face darkened. “Okay. Let's go Zuko.” he took Zuko's arm and left, clearly pouting.

Zuko cleared his throat once they left the library. “Who did you say was ready to lose?”

“The bet's still not over until the day's over.”

“I know, I know.” Zuko smiled confidently.

“We still have fifteen more minutes until your next class. How should we kill it?”

Zuko shrugged. “We could find a janitor's closet and do what other couples do.”

Sokka rolled his eyes. “You wish Zuzu. I'm just pretending to be your girlfriend. Besides, friend or not, you're not ramming anything up my ass.”

Zuko smirked. “As tempting as that sounds, I was thinking of making out or something. Fifteen minutes isn't enough time to do you.”

Sokka looked at Zuko for a second before his smirk returned. “Look, I know that such a fine, studly specimen like my self is irresistible; but we aren't dating each other, so keep your hands away from my ass, and the rest of my body.”

Zuko corrected him. “Feminine specimen.”

“You know what's under this skirt. If you care to remember, you saw it quite clearly this morning.”

Zuko nodded. “I did, but that doesn't mean you're not very feminine looking.”

“So you like guys in skirts?” Sokka asked.

“Yeah. You have a problem with it?”

“None at all. Did you get the last guy you were with to wear a skirt for you?”

“Nope. Of course, he's not as girly as you.” Zuko said.

“So he's really manly. Who is he? I still wanna know.”

“If you win the bet, I'll tell you. Otherwise you're not getting it out of me.”

“I'll let you kiss me if you tell me.” Sokka offered.

Zuko was surprised, not expecting Sokka to make that offer. “Really?”

“Well if I wait until you win the bet, I'll never find out.”

Zuko thought for a minute. “You really want to find out that bad?”

“Yeah. Let's just go to where no one can see us first. And not the janitor's closet ”

Zuko smirked. “The computer lab should be empty right now.”

“Okay.” he took Zuko by the hand and went with him. Checking to make sure no one is in there, then went inside with Zuko and locked the door. “Now who did you sleep with?”

Zuko sat on top of a desk. “How bad do you want to know?” He gestured for Sokka to come closer.

Sokka moved so he stood in front of Zuko, a hand resting on his knee. “Since you seem so intent on getting my pants, I want to know where else you've been first.”

“Fine, but it was only once and it was only because we were experimenting.”

“Noted. Who was it?” Sokka asked.

“Jet.”

Sokka stopped for a moment, blinking. “I thought it was a girly guy.”

“I never said he was girly at all.”

“So... I was right about Jet being all over you that one week?” Sokka made a face. “Ew...”

“Yup, but he really wasn't into it than much.”

“That's just weird... You got him to be bottom?” Sokka was a little surprised.

“I wrestled him down, but yeah.”

“And he still agreed?” Sokka was having a difficult time with the mental pictures.

“It took some convincing, but yeah.”

“Ah. I hope you know I'm not ever gonna be able to look at him without imagining you and him going at it ever again.”

Zuko smirked. “Does it turn you on?”

“I'm not answering that question. I'll just leave it to your sick imagination.”

“Alright, now about that kiss.”

“Keep your hands above the waist Zuzu.”

“Fine.” Zuko rested his hands on Sokka's hips, pulling him closer.

Sokka squirmed a little from being close enough to feel Zuko's warm breath on his lips. He licked his suddenly dry lips nervously. “Well, what are you waiting for?”

“Just you.” he leaned forward, kissing Sokka softly, but firmly.

Sokka, slowly, a bit unsure kissed back as he began to relax and moved his hands to Zuko's upper arms.

Zuko’s arms wrapped around Sokka's waist more, deepening the kiss a bit.

Sokka let out a muffled squeak of surprise, as he was pulled closer to Zuko's body and had his mouth invaded by a wiggling tongue. He let his tongue caress Zuko's for a moment longer, before pulling away. “Zuko?” he asked softly, panting slightly with lidded eyes.

“Hm?” Zuko smiled, fully enjoying it as he still held Sokka to him.

Sokka leaned teasingly closer. “Hand off my ass.”

Zuko squeezed Sokka's ass. “I think my hands are pretty comfy there.” he nipped Sokka's bottom lip playfully since he was so close.

Sokka pulled away so his face was just out of nipping range. “The rule was hands above the waist.”

“Relax, they're just resting there.” He leaned closer, kissing Sokka again.

Sokka let Zuko kiss him again, even allowing Zuko to slip his tongue in again before pulling away. “The deal was one kiss.”

“Doesn't mean we can't keep going.”

Sokka opened his mouth to retort, when the bell rung. “That does though. Too bad Zuzu. Better luck next time.”

Zuko grumbled under his breath, hating the bell for interrupting.

“Where's you English class and who teaches?”

Zuko got up. “Down the hall, Professor Zei, the text book reading nut.”

“Aw, does Zuzu have to read yucky books? At least it's not A Tale of Two Cities.”

“I read that last year. Now he's all pumped about The Desert. And how many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me that?”

“You can tell me as many times as you like, but I'm not gonna stop. Zuzu.” he added for good measure. “At least you don't have American Lit. There is nothing, NOTHING as horrible as The Jungle.”

“What ever.” Zuko said as they arrived at his class room.

Sokka noticed the class room was only half full so far, them having been a bit early. “Which desk is empty?”

“First come, first serve.” Zuko lead Sokka to the back.

Sokka sat in an empty desk beside the one Zuko picked. “I don't know about this Professor Zei guy. He's not crazy like Aunt Wu, is he?”

“Nope, he's a little more obsessive about stupid stuff.”

“As long as he doesn't make me stand up in front of the class and introduce myself like Wu did, and call me an adorable dear; we're fine.”

“Nah, he'll just go on about ancient literature and everyone will ignore him as usual.”

“Fair enough. Wake me when it's over.” Sokka pulled his book out of his purse, and was fully intent on ignoring everyone until the class was over.

Zuko smirked. “If we made out I doubt he'd notice.”

Sokka looked at him sideways. “Too bad we're not testing that theory.”

“You know you want to continue what we started.”

“Not with an audience I don't.”

“Come on, no one is paying attention.”

“There are at least twenty other people in the classroom. One's bound to notice.”

“No one's going to care, a bunch of guys have brought in their girlfriends to make out. Professor Zei doesn't even notice.” Zuko argued.

“I don't care if they'll care; I'll care. I never knew you were an exhibitionist.”

“I'm not. It's like making out in the hallway, but you don't get in trouble.”

“No.” Sokka turned back to his book.

“Come on.” Zuko ran his fingers down Sokka's leg.

Sokka squirmed away. “No.”

Zuko said in a sing song voice, “You know you want to.”

Sokka turns to Zuko, slightly horrified. “That was creepy. Don't do that.”

“Then come over here.”

“Make me.”

Zuko reached over and stole Sokka's book. “What are you reading anyway?”

“The Hobbit. It's a classic. Now give it back.”

“What are you going to do for it?”

“Fine, don't give it back. I'll just listen to Zei talk.” he pouted, trying to ignore Zuko.

Zuko smirked. “You'll just go out of your mind with boredom if you do that.”

Sokka humed, still ignoring Zuko.

Zuko teased. “Come on, 'Shoko', don't you want to give your boyfriend a kiss?”

“He already got two, one of which he didn't even earn. Zuzu should be satisfied for the moment.”

“No, because the bell interrupted us.”

“Pervert. I'm not kissing you.”

Zuko spoke again, in the sing song voice. “You know you want to.”

“Don't do that voice!”

“Why not?”

“Because it's creepy and disturbing and wrong.”

Zuko simply continued with the voice. “So come over here and I'll stop.”

“No.” Sokka plugged his ears.

Zuko rolled his eyes.

Sokka kept ignoring Zuko, until he became bored. Leaning over he pecked Zuko on the cheek and snatched his book back. “Happy?”

Zuko grinned. “More so than I was.” he grabbed the book before Sokka could get it out of reach. “But that's not what I meant and you know it.”

“I hate you.”

Zuko yanked the book back, holding it out of reach. “Come on.”

“Later? When people aren't watching?” he pushed out his lower lip, and made puppy eyes. Few could resist Sokka's puppy eyes.

Zuko tried to resist, but sighed, throwing Sokka his book. “Fine, but I'm holding you to the later thing.”

“Thank you Zuzu.” Sokka opened his book again.

Zuko made a face. “Stop calling me that.”

“You could have been hunnybun, but no. You didn't let me. It's your own fault Zuzu.”

“Damn you.”

Sokka stuck his tongue out teasingly in victory.

Zuko didn’t even give a warning, because he had warned Sokka before. He grabbed Sokka's arm, yanking him into a kiss.

Sokka eyes widened with a squeak as he was yanked out of the desk and halfway into Zuko's lap from the force of the pull. As soon as he could pull away from the brutal kiss, Sokka shoved at Zuko, ignoring the snickers and lusty stares of the others in the class. “Zuko!” he hissed.

Zuko grinned. “I told you not to stick that out at me many times. You're the one that choose not to listen.”

“So you molest me during your class? Pervert.” Sokka turned away, pouting. His book was forgotten.

“I warned you.”

“Jerk.” Sokka pouted more before glaring at him. “I hope you know I'm going to get you back.”

“Good luck with that. You still owe me a kiss for giving you your book.”

“I'll think of something. Don't forget, I'm the one who always comes with the plans.” Sokka started to plot different ways to get Zuko back, one which involved being a slut with Jet, but Sokka wasn't sure if that would piss Zuko off or turn him on.

Zuko leaned back comfortably, waiting for the class to end.

Sokka stood up when the bell rang, grabbing his book and shoving it back in his purse. “Do I have to go to your next class with you?”

“Yup.” he took Sokka's arm and headed for gym.

“I don't have to do anything though do I? Walking in these shoes is hard enough as it is.”

“So sit on the bench, its not like you're going to participate in that skirt anyway.”

“Fine.” Once they get to the gym, Sokka took his seat on the bench, pulling out his book and waited for Zuko to get changed.

Zuko changed in the locker room, coming out in shorts and a t-shirt since it was the gym dress code.

Sokka looked up and snickered. “Looks like I'm not the only one with a nice pair of legs.”

Zuko frowned. “At least I don't have girly legs like you.”

“They're only girly because you melted the hair off of them with rotten cucumbers.”

“They were girly even when they had hair.”

“Were not. Now, go run laps or something.” Purely for payback with all the pinching, he smacked Zuko's butt. “Go on.”

Zuko smirked, not offended by it at all. “Fine.” He went to run laps with the rest of class.

Sokka pretended to read his book, but secretly peered over the top of it, watching the guys run laps around the gym. His eyes were trained on a certain firebender's butt in particular as he ran... And Sokka turned his eyes back to the book as soon as he realized that. Spirits, the last thing he needed was for Zuko to catch him watching his ass. He'd get jumped, Sokka just knew it.

The gym teacher announced that they'd be playing basketball and the students got onto teams. Zuko occasionally looked back at Sokka when he didn't have the ball.

Sokka was trying his hardest not to ogle Zuko, when the ball accidently bounced over to him. Leaning over and picking it up, he handed it to another player who makes sure that his fingers lingered over Sokka's as he attempted to wink and look down his shirt at the same time. The boy softly asked a question, and Sokka rolled his eyes.

“No chance in hell.”

Zuko came over when the guy was taking too long and he smacked him in the head. “Quit flirting and get back in the game.”

Sokka watched the guy walk away and shot Zuko a dark glare. “Overprotective much?”

“Hey, you're my girlfriend for the day.” Zuko stole a quick kiss before heading back to the game.

“Jerk!” Sokka yelled before returning to his book, grumbling about horny bastards.

Zuko smirking, he returned to the game, sinking a few baskets.

After Sokka finished grumbling for a while, he went back to his game of ‘I'm reading and so not staring at Zuko's ass.’

Zuko played basketball, maybe even showing off his skills to Sokka as he played.

Sokka watched Zuko, noticing since this is the first time he's seen Zuko in shorts how strong and shapely his legs were, the coiled muscles... And ended those thoughts quickly as the not so female part of him started to wake up.

Zuko stopped when the teacher blew the whistle for a break so another group of people could play. Zuko wiped the sweat from his brow and walked back over to Sokka.

“I never knew you could play.” he was reading his book and pretending that he was not sitting next to a hot, sweaty Zuko; all while trying to will himself down.

“You've never watched me in gym before, that's why.”

“Er...” Sokka tried to think of a comeback, but failed. “So do you play more later, or are you done until gym's over?”

“My team plays the winning team of this round, then gym should be over.”

“Oh.” Sokka tried to read his book, but Zuko's eyes were trained on him. “Stop staring at me.”

Zuko smirked. “Why? You were staring at me during the game.”

“In case you weren't paying attention, I was reading my book most of the time you were playing.”

“I saw you looking back to that book for an excuse.” He leaned closer to Sokka, seeing what page he was on. “You're still on the same page you were when I went to play.”

“How do you know what page I was at? A little anal about details there?”

“I just remember seeing that line when I was here earlier.” Zuko pointed to it.

“Fair enough.” Sokka turned his gaze to the book again. “Who says I was watching you?”

“I saw you.”

“Maybe I was watching the guy who was guarding you. He was practically glued to your side the entire game. How would you know the difference?”

“Simple, I just know.”

“Whatever you say Zuzu.” he turned to his book in clear denial.

Zuko didn't comment that time, but he sat back, sliding an arm around Sokka's shoulders, waiting for the next game.

“People are staring.” he said in a low voice. “And drooling.” he added as an afterthought, looking at all the people.

“That's their problem, not mine.” Zuko pulled Sokka closer to him. “They're just jealous.”

“And you're just touchy feeling. Stop clinging.”

“I'm not, clingy would be something else.” To demonstrate, his hand lowered from Sokka's shoulders and groped Sokka's rear quite blatantly.

Sokka turned beat red and attempted to beat Zuko with his book. “Pervert There are people watching And I already told you hands.” whap. “Off.” whap. “My.” whap. “Ass ” hard whap.

Zuko defended himself with his hands, though he found it completely worth it. He yanked the book away with the extra hard whap. “Stop hitting, damn it.”

“Stop groping damn it.” Sokka crossed arms and pouted.

“It’s too hard to resist.” he slyly wraped his arm around Sokka's waist. “You have such nice curves.”

Sokka hissed lowly, doing his best to remind himself he was in a room full of sweaty, horny young men watching him closely, though it was a bit hard to forget. “They're manly curves damnit! Stop touching me!”

“Face it. No one has recognized you as a guy. You look like a girl. No ifs ands or buts.”

“These clothes hide my man body; the makeup my man face. I'm changing my voice, and we still have lunch and a couple periods until the bet is over. I haven't loss yet.”

“The clothes show off your body, the make up defines your face and you're making every man in this gym drool over you. And not all of these guys are gay, I can grantee you that.”

“I'm just hot enough to turn strait man gay.” he pouted.

“Almost, but not quite.” Zuko kissed Sokka’s pouting lips.

Sokka pulled away. “Okay, that so counts as the kiss I owed you for the book.”

“You pulled away too fast.” he grasped Sokka's shoulders, pulling him into a real kiss.

Sokka squealed in surprise, trying to fight the kiss. He gave up when Zuko wouldn't let him and waited until it was over. Once Zuko released him, he pouts. “Why is your gym teacher letting us make out on the bench and not yelling?”

“He's watching the game, and I wasn't lazy during the game. He's tough on the people who don't put forth effort.”

“That's nice. And Zuko?”

“Yes?”

“Don't think I can't feel your hand going up my skirt. Keep you hands out of there.” Sokka pulled away, and pulled a tube of lip gloss out of the purse, along with a mirror; and reapplied another coat of the shiny pink makeup.

Zuko grinned. “It’s fun to feel those legs.” Curiously, he asked. “I'm assuming Katara taught you to reapply?”

“Yes she did. And I need to put more on after you rubbed most of mine off with your sneak attacks.” Sokka put the cap on the gloss and dumped it and the mirror back in his purse.

Zuko smirked. “It’s worth it, isn't it?”

“To see the little smears of pink on your lips after the first kiss, that you never noticed? Defiantly.”

Zuko shrugged and licked away the gloss. “Like wise.”

“You still have some on you.”

Zuko wiped his mouth on his arm.

“It's gone. I think you'd look better in a more purply shade though.”

“Then borrow some from someone and I'll happily reapply it from your mouth.” Zuko smirked.

“Try thinking with the head on your shoulders and not with the one in your pants. It'll make you seem like less of a pervert.”

“Does it really look like I care?” He wrapped an arm back around Sokka's waist. “I like being perverted when it gets you to pout.”

“Then I'm not pouting for the rest of the day.” Sokka turned his head away, biting his lip so he didn't push it out.

Zuko chuckled. “That's not the only reaction I like when I'm perverted, so I'm not stopping.”

“I'm still not going to pout for the rest of the day.” He just couldn't fight the half pout he was trying so hard no to show.

Zuko smirked. “It’s in your nature. You can't fight it forever.”

“But every second I fight it is a second you don't see it.” Unwillingly, and without noticing, his face turned back to the pout.

Zuko smiled. “Too late.”

Sokka picked up his book and hid his face in it. “You still can't see it. Now go play. You're coach is waiting.”

Zuko got up, still smirking. “I'll be back soon.” Pushing aside the book, he kissed Sokka's cheek, then went to play the game.

Sokka twitched, trying to contain himself. “Jerk.” he muttered. But his eyes were soon, again, following Zuko's pale form as it darted along the basketball court.

Zuko was playing hard again, sinking a bunch of baskets.

“Damn, sexy bastard.” Sokka turned to his book and refused to look at him the last five minutes of class, throughly sulking.

Zuko’s team won and he snuck over to Sokka; since he was not looking. He sat beside him and grabbed Sokka's hips. “Boo!”

“Ack!” Sokka jumped up startled, dropping the book and being pulled into Zuko's lap. “You jerk! Don't sneak up on me like that!”

“You were the one not paying attention.”

“You still snuck up on me. Now let me off your sweaty body and go change. You're going to make me smell.”

“Alright.” he set Sokka back down, getting up. “I'll change and then we'll go eat.”

“Finally. Food.” as if on cue, his stomach gurgled. Sokka blushed and hugged his arms to his stomach.

Zuko chuckled and went to the locker room.

Sokka had his head turned to the side, and was completely ignoring the few guys who had the nerve to hit on him, actually punching one in face when he got too feely. What the hell was taking Zuko so long?

Zuko came back out, fleshly clean and in his regular clothes. He walked back over to Sokka. “Ready?” He held out a hand to help Sokka up.

“Sure.” Sokka took Zuko’s hand and stood up, brushing off his skirt. “What?” he saw the look Zuko was giving him as he straitened his clothing.

“Oh... nothing...” Zuko pulled his arm around over Sokka's head, getting him to twirl slowly; admiring the way the clothes showed off his hips.

Sokka stopped twirling and stared at him. “Okay, Zuko? Being a little creepy here. No dancing in the gym.”

“Fine. Be that way.” he slid his arm back around Sokka waist, grinning again. “Now to the lunch room.”

“It's nice out. Can't we eat on the bleachers or something?”

“Sure. Let's get lunch first though.” Zuko got into the lunch line.

Sokka made a point to get behind him. “Please tell me the crazy cabbage guy isn't working today.”

“I did see his cart outside...”

“Ew... Can't we sneak off campus or something? I don't think I can stomach another cabbage surprise.” Sokka made a face at the mere thought.

Zuko laughed lightly. “Sounds good. Lets blow this joint.” He got out of the lunch line and headed to the door.

“Where are we going, and are you paying?”

“Yeah, I'll pay.” Zuko teased playfully. “We'll make it our first, official date.”

“Oh, but Zuzu, you and your precious Shoko have already gone out so many times...” he batted his eyelashes, equally playfully.

Zuko smiled. “We'll get some food from my uncle's shop. Its not that far away.”

“He makes stuff other than tea?” Sokka was surprised. He had had Iroh's tea often enough, but his food was something he hadn't tried before.

“Mostly sweet and sour duck.”

“Oh.” Sokka shruged. “Okay... We're not testing the dress on him, are we?”

Zuko thought about it. “It’s not necessary because he's not part of the school.”

“Thank god. What will he say when he sees me in a dress though?”

“How should I know? I'm not my uncle.” The arrived at the Jasmine Dragon Tea shop. “Here we are.”

“Nice place.” Sokka looked around at the pretty decorations as he and Zuko were lead to a small table by a waitress.

Zuko sighed, sitting down. “Three more classes.”

“If someone here recognizes me, does it count?”

“Nope, but don't go shouting it.”

“Yeah, I so want to scream I'm a man in woman's clothing.”

Zuko chuckled.

Iroh came out with a pot of fresh hot tea and spotted Zuko almost immediately, walking over to them. “Zuko, you came to have some tea with a date?”

“Actually, we came for the food, uncle.”

Sokka interrupted Iroh before he could say anything else. “Not you too. Please, please say that you of all people recognize me.” he looked up at Iroh with pleading eyes.

Iroh blinked, taking a better look since Sokka brought it to his attention, though unsure because he was in a skirt. “Sok...ka?”

“Finally, someone notices ” Sokka stood up and hugged Iroh around the waist, completely thrilled.

Iroh smiled. “Well I have seen a number of characters through out my years. Though if you hadn't have said anything, I would have thought you were a beautiful young lady.”

Sokka’s face fell and he sat back down, glaring at Zuko. “That doesn't prove anything.”

Iroh was curious. “What's trying to be proved?”

“Zuko thinks I look like a girl and is trying to get into my pants.” he pouted, not wanting to explain any further.

Zuko reworded Sokka's explanation. “I made a bet that Sokka looked like a girl and if he dressed up, no one at school would recognize him as a guy. Sokka is in denial and I'm not trying to get into his pants... I'm trying to get up his skirt.”

Iroh made an embarrassed face. Zuko was rarely so blunt with his relationships.

“Which you've been up several times today already.”

“I can't help it if you got a nice tight ass.”

“Stop obsessing over my ass! You've pinched it, groped it, smacked it, and spirits only know what else you want to do to it.” Sokka pouted and glared at the same time at Zuko.

“Oh, you already know what I want to do with it.” he smirked evilly.

“Not in front of your uncle!” Sokka hissed through his teeth.

Iroh poured tea happily, sitting down with them since Zuko was his nephew and all. “Oh, no, no, go on. Don't mind me.” He sipped his tea.

Sokka stared at Iroh for a moment. “This doesn't disturb you?”

“Nope.” Iroh smiled. “I'm just glad my nephew has someone to openly communicate with. He wasn't as animated when he dated that sweet Jin girl.”

Sokka turned to Zuko. “And I thought you were anti woman after your little fling with Jet.”

Zuko hushed him. “That was confidential!”

Iroh eyes widened a little, surprised. “You were with that Jet boy?”

“Oh yes.” Sokka went on. “You and Zuko should really discuss it sometime.” his payback for the little scene Zuko created in English has begun.

Zuko banged his head on the table. “Damn you.”

Iroh sweat dropped. “I'll go get your order now and you two can talk.” He got up and went to the kitchen.

Sokka smirked. “You didn't tell your uncle about you and your little fling with Jet?” Sokka asked with mock surprise.

“I told you it was experimentation.” His screwed up his face. “I shouldn't have told you.”

“You got a kiss out of the deal, two kisses even. You can't complain.”

Zuko sighed. “Now my uncle is going to pry and prod.”

Sokka looked satisfied. “Good. Consider it payback for English class.”

“Fine.” Zuko muttered. “He's going to pry and prod about this too.”

“Then I've done my job.”

Zuko sighed. “Fine, we're even.”

Sokka nodded then thought for a moment. “Your uncle isn't going to make us drink tea, is he?”

Zuko looked at the tea sitting on the table. “It’s the only thing he serves to drink.”

“Does your uncle have some kind of obsession with it?” Sokka took the cup and sipped from it. “Not bad though.”

“Yeah, he's always drinking it. I wouldn't be surprised if he had tea instead of blood running through his veins.”

“That's an interesting mental picture.” he wrinkled his nose. “How much longer do we have until we need to head back?”

Zuko looked at the clock near by. “Fifteen minutes.”

“How much longer is your uncle gonna be then? Unless we're skipping your next class too.”

Zuko shrugged. “I don't mind missing science.”

“We need to find Suki and Yue though, and test them. Besides, the more people who see me the better.”

“So that if they all find out you wore a dress you can be marked for the rest of high school? Oh, that sounds really smart.”

“No, so they can see me and know it's me so I can hurry up and win this damn bet.”

Zuko smirked. “Or so you can be humiliated that all your girlfriends don't recognize you.”

“Suki'd know it's me in a second. She's seen me in Kyoshi warrior garb and face paint; this isn't much different.”

“She put that make up on you. I wouldn't have recognized you this morning if I didn't know what was going on.”

“You just used that as an excuse so you could look up my skirt.”

“That to. But really, it’s hard to tell it's you.”

“Your uncle saw through it.” Sokka pointed out.

“You had to hint it. Hell, it wasn't hinting, you BEGGED him to recognize you.”

“I did not beg.”

“You just did not too long ago. You do it with your eyes.”

“How can I beg with my eyes?”

“I don't know, but you manage it.”

“If I could beg with my eyes, I'd have you wrapped around my finger.” Sokka held up his pinky finger, and Zuko noticed a slight gleam coming from the nail.

“What's that?”

“What's what?” Sokka looked at his pinky. “The fingernail polish?”

“You're wearing nail polish?” Zuko smirked.

“Yeah, clear stuff.” he saw the look on Zuko's face. “What? Katara made me.”

“Even so,” Zuko took Sokka's hand, looking at it. “I didn't notice it before.”

“Stop staring at my nails.” he tried to jerk his hand away, but Zuko was holding it tight.

Zuko smirked. “It looks good on you. Let me see.”

“What, you can't grope my ass so you have to drool over my nails?”

“I'll grope you later.” He held Sokka's hand in his, not so much to look, but just to touch.

“You're doing it again.”

“Doing what?”

“Touching me and staring at me. Without any reason I may add.”

Zuko asked curiously; “Does it make you uncomfortable?”

“Of course not.” Sokka shifted a bit, not looking Zuko in the eyes. “It makes you look like a pervert. Sorry for trying to help.”

“Hn.” He let go of Sokka's hand. It was easier to be perverted than romantic like that.

Sokka looked away still. “What's taking your uncle so long?”

Iroh popped out with their food. “Sorry, there was a back up in the kitchen.” He had really been waiting so he didn't interrupt their moment.

“Thank you.” Sokka took the plate and began to eat.

Zuko took his own and ate as well.

“This tastes pretty good.” he tried to make conversation.

“Thank you.” Iroh smiled. “Now I have other costumers coming in.” He went to tend to he other costumers.

Zuko agreed with Sokka. “Yeah, it is.”

“He was spying on us when we were talking, wasn't he?”

“Most likely.” Zuko answered.

“We're going to skip Science I take it, since we're already five minutes late.”

“Yup”

“We're still going back to school though.” As much as he would have liked to skip, Sokka didn't add.

“Right.”

“And we're going to find Suki, and she's gonna know it's me, and then you're going to be my slave for a day.”

“She's going to look you over and ask me were you are, and then you’ll be my slave for the day.”

Sokka paused for a moment. “Even though I'm going to win this bet, if you do, can we change it from public nudity or semi-nudity, to no nudity or semi-nudity at all?”

Zuko smirked, breaking the quiet slump that had settled after the hand holding. “Nope.”

“Can we ban raping then?”

“I'm sure I can get you to want it.”

“It'd take you the whole day... And no having me masturbate myself while you watch either.”

Zuko grinned. “Now you're giving me ideas.”

“Oh god no.” Sokka quickly recovered. “It doesn't matter anyway. I'm going to win.”

“You're still in denial.”

“You're the one who's in denial Zuzu. I'm going to win.”

Zuko rolled his eyes, finishing off his food. “You'll see.”

“Yep, that I'm the winner.” he finished the food. “I'm done.”

“Then let’s go.” Zuko got up.

:-:-:-:-:

Sokka’s chances aren’t looking too good, are they? That, and Zuko’s starting to heat things up. Bad pun; I know.

Ja min’na-san.
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