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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 4

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 Yue.

Usagi Youkai was Zuko, Iroh, and Suki.

Read and review please.

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“Then lets go.” Zuko got up.

“Okay.” Sokka stood up and grabbed her purse. “Just let me go to the bathroom first. Where is it?”

Zuko smirked. “Male or female?”

“... No chance of an employee bathroom?”

Zuko chuckled. “In the back.” he lead him though the kitchen to the bathroom.

Sokka was slightly surprised Zuko didn't make him use the female's restroom, and followed him into the back.

Zuko pointed to the bathroom. “Here. I'll meet you out front, alright?”

“Okay.” Sokka went inside, did his business, then met Zuko out front. “Ready to head back?”

“Yeah, been ready.” Zuko waved to Iroh. “Uncle Iroh, we're leaving!”

Iroh looked up from serving tea. “Alright, you two have fun.” He smiled.

“Bye.” Holding onto his purse, he let Zuko wrap his arm around his waist and lead him back to the school.

Zuko sighed once they arrived. “Two more classes.”

“Home ec and metal shop.” Sokka smirked at the thought of Zuko in an apron.

Zuko made a face. “Shut up, I hate home ec. Let's skip again”

“No way. I know for a fact you have that class with Suki. And I'm not missing you in an apron.”

“Damn you.” They make it back to school as the warning bell rung.

“Fuck you.” Sokka retorted as a comeback without thinking.

“Other way around, babe.” They made it to his class, where there weren't many guys.

“Ew. Pervert!” Sokka smacked Zuko with his purse, trying to beat him again.

Zuko grabbed his purse. “Like you're not use to it by now.”

“Would you please stop trying to get into my pants, just for five minutes?”

Zuko corrected him. “Up your dress.”

“Skirt.”

“That too.” Zuko smirked.

“Jerk.” Sokka sat down and pouted.

Zuko took a seat as well.

“How many times do I have to tell you, hands off my ass and out of my skirt before you listen?”

“As many times as you like.”

“Then stop touching me.” Sokka hissed and turned away.

Zuko shrugged. “I can't resist the urge.”

“You never had a problem before yesterday.”

“You weren't in a skirt that showed your hips so well before yesterday.”

“You've seen me in pants that were tight enough.”

“But they didn't show off your legs.”

“You've seen me in swimming trunks.”

“Why are you getting so technical?” Zuko asked.

“Cause all of a sudden, you decided to molest me when I put on the skirt, after knowing me for spirits know how many years and not even giving me a hint you liked me. Wouldn't you?”

Zuko sat back, frowning.

“What?” Sokka was confused at Zuko's sudden sullenness after being extra happy and grabby for the day.

“Nothing. Go talk to Suki.”

“You're sulking.” Sokka was being stubborn about it.

“Go talk to Suki if you're going to talk to Suki.”

“Fine. Be pissy. See if I care." he stood up and went over to Suki, hoping she would recognize him.

Suki was sketching on a scrap of paper at a table when Sokka came up.

“Hi. I'm Shoko.”

Suki looked up. “Oh, hello, nice to meet you.” She held out a hand to shake, obviously not recognizing Sokka.

Sokka shook her hand. “Nice to meet you. So, Zuko's being a prick.” Sokka was being completely blunt. “Mind if I spend the period with you?” Sokka flashed his ‘manly’ smile.

“No problem, he's like that all time. You get use to it.” Suki asked a question curiously. “So, are you a new student?”

“No, I'm just visiting Zuko and came to school with him for the day.” he sat down next to her.

“You're visiting him?”

“Uh-huh. I didn't want to stay in his house all by myself, and I'm not going to be here long anyways.” Sokka was half reciting the story Zuko had fed him before.

“Are you two close friends?”

“He's my boyfriend.”

Suki blinked in surprise. “Really? Wow, I didn't know he took on steady girlfriends.” she added thoughtfully.

“I'm the first one to be able to put up with him for long periods of time. What about you? Do you have any love interests?” He hoped that Suki will recognize him with those words.

“Well... There is this one guy, and he's a really close friend of mine, but... I'm really not so sure about him anymore.”

“Really? Why not?”

“I don't know. He's nice... but I keep getting the feeling that he's not completely straight.”

“Is that bad? I mean he doesn't need to be completely straight to still like girls.” Sokka pointed out.

“I know, but...” Suki lowered her voice. “I think he's in denial.”

“Really? Is he a friend of Zuko's?”

“Maybe, its hard to tell, they're always bickering like an old married couple.”

“Jet you mean?”

“No, I mean Sokka. But he's not here today.”

“I haven't met him yet, and Zuko hasn't said much about him. What's he like? I bet he's really manly.”

Suki burst out giggling. “Sokka? Oh, spirits no. He talks big a lot, and it’s cute and all, but it’s all in his head.”

“So, he's girly?”

Suki calmed herself down, smiling. “Yup. One of the girliest looking guys in school and he doesn't even know it.”

“I've seen a picture of him. He looks manly enough.” He was trying so hard to fight the denial sinking in.

Suki raised an eyebrow. “Sokka? I doubt it.”

“He has to shave. That's more than Zuko has to do.” Sokka was becoming a touch too defensive.

Suki frowned. “Wait, what?”

“Um, never mind. I'm gonna go see if Zuko's still being pissy. It was nice meeting you Suki.” Sokka hurried over to where Zuko was sitting and sat down next to him. “She thinks I'm a girl.” Sokka plopped his head on the desk.

Zuko smiled. “I told you so.”

“No, she called Sokka girly. Not Shoko, Sokka.”

Zuko shruged. “You're too feminine for your own good.”

“The bet's not over yet.” Sokka changed the subject. “Now why were you pissy a little bit ago?”

Zuko rolled his eyes. “You're still on about that?”

“You were being all sulky and emo, more emo than you've ever been. So yes, I'm still on about that.”

“Drop it, ok.”

“When I win the bet, I'll make you tell me.”

“Fine, you just keep dreaming like that.”

“It's not gonna be a dream much longer.”

“Right, what ever.”

“Why can't you just accept that I’m going to win?” Sokka asked.

“Because you've been losing all day.”

“We still have a period left. And we're going to find Yue once this period's over and she'll know it's me.”

Zuko sighed, muttering under his breath. “Denial.”

“Pervert.” Sokka shot back.

“At least I can admit I'm a pervert.”

“I can't admit to being something I'm not.” Sokka was reapplying his lip gloss again because it's tasted like berries, and he liked the taste.

“You're in denial, that's why.”

“You're the one in denial. Once Yue sees me, she'll know it's me, be completely weirded out; and you will have to be the one to admit he's wrong Zuzu.”

“You said that before Suki. When are you going to realize that you look like a girl?”

“When are you gonna realize I don't?”

“When it’s not true. Every person in this school can not be wrong when they all think you're a girl.”

“Maybe they think your girlfriend Shoko is a cross-dresser, or a transvestite or something; and are just too polite to say so.” Sokka suggested.

“Jet wouldn't be too polite, he'd have asked outright what corner I'd picked you up on.”

“So what if we fooled him? He's not the hardest person to trick.” Sokka pouted. He was losing and knew it, but would not admit it.

“Fact is, you still look like a girl.”

“You have yet to prove anything.”

“I'm not even going to try, everyone else is proving it for me.”

“I'm not going to admit anything that isn't true. The only way to make those words come out of my mouth is when you win the bet and make me; which will never happen.”

“That's another thing that I'll add to my list.”

“Hope you plan on another bet, because it'll never happen.” Sokka pouted, crossing his arms and looking away.

“Whatever.” Zuko sat back, listening to the teacher ramble on about things they were going over.

“Aren't I going to see you in an apron?” Sokka asked after a while, bored and wanting to see it.

“Probably not today, or ever.”

“Aw, but I wanted to see it. Please Zuzu?” Sokka batted his eyelashes.

“Stop calling me that.”

“No way. Today and when I win the bet are the only days I'll get to call you it without fear of horrible burns. I'm milking this for all it's wroth Zuzu.” he chuckled.

“When I win I'm going to make you call me something completely different.”

Sokka smirked. “Master Zuzu?”

“Shut up.”

“Make me.” Sokka’s smirk quickly disappeared as he held his hands up in warning. “Kiss me and I'll start screaming rape at the top of my lungs.”

Zuko rolled his eyes. “You're no fun.”

“Of course. If you want any part of me, you're going to have to work for it. It's already in high demand.” Sokka smiled; pleased with himself, and leant back in his chair.

“Why work for it when you give it up so easily?”

“I am not easy. I'm just not picky of who gets a piece of me. After all, why deny the public of what they so desperately want?”

Zuko shrugged. “Doesn't matter anyway because I'm going to get you all day tomorrow. Good thing tomorrow is Saturday.”

“Don't you mean you're going to be MINE tomorrow?”

“Nope.”

“Not that it matters, what plans are you scheming up in that perverted head of yours?”

“You'll see.”

“No I won't. You're gonna be my slave for the day. Might as well indulge in your fantasies before I crush them.”

Zuko shook his head, wagging his finger. “Nope, mine are a surprise. What are you planning Miss. Confident?”

“I dunno. Probably just lazing around all day, making you do things for me, calling you Zuzu... It'll come to me as I go along.”

“I think I could survive that.”

“Of course, I could be cruel and tell you to make out with Jet or something.”

Zuko shrugged. “I wouldn't mind that either.”

Sokka thought really hard. “I could tell you to kiss Mai.”

Zuko’s nose wrinkled. “Good thing I'm winning.”

“Not for long.” Sokka hummed happily. “So, do you actually do anything in this class?”

“Every other day.”

“And this is one of your lucky, do nothing days, isn't it?”

“Well Fridays are always the review days. If we started something and didn't finish it would go bad over the weekend.”

“And you finished yours already?” Sokka asked.

“Yup.”

“So when I win, I'm making you put on an apron; Katara's pink one with the puppy dogs on it.”

“You won't win.”

“That's not what you'll be saying when you're wearing the apron Zuzu.”

Zuko sighed. “You're so annoying when you're in denial.”

“And you're annoying when you're perverted, but you don't stop on my account.”

“True enough.”

“There. So I win.”

“You wish.” Zuko said.

“I won the argument.”

“Only because you're in denial.”

“Am not.” Sokka pouted.

“You're in denial and I'm being a bit of a pervert. I think it evens out.”

“A BIT of a pervert? Someone's who a BIT of a pervert doesn't grope my ass at every opportunity and steal kisses in the middle of a crowded classroom.”

“Hey, I could be a lot more perverted. You should be grateful I'm sticking with th little things.”

“You be any more of a pervert than you are and I'm going to kick your ass.”

“I'm not. I'll wait for tomorrow, when I win the bet.”

“Will not. Be prepared to kiss Mai.”

“Keep on dreaming.”

Sokka jumped to his feet when the bell rang. “Yes Now to find Yue and to win the bet so I can get out of this skirt. And we're skipping metal shop.” he started out the door to head to where Yue will be having her study period.

Zuko frowned since metal shop is one of his favorite classes, following Sokka.

“No argument?” Sokka was slightly surprised that Zuko agreed to no shop class.

Zuko thought about it. “If I miss metal work class than we're going to do something constructive with that time.”

“We're not making out.” Sokka said firmly.

“Then we're going to my next class.”

Sokka shuddered from the thought of many flames, fire benders, and hot metal. “Define making out then.”

“Me kissing you, with tongue and touching.”

“Hands above waist.”

“Maybe, depending on how you respond.”

“We are not have sex, oral or anal, in the middle of school. No hand jobs either.”

Zuko rolled his eyes. “I said make out, not have sex.”

“It's hard to tell with your perverted mind. Looks there's Yue. Come on and prepare to lose.”

Yue looked up from her ethics homework she was doing in study hall. “Oh, hello Zuko. What brings you here, and who's your friend?”

Zuko slipped his arm back around Sokka's waist. “This is Shoko, she's visiting the school and wanted the grand tour.”

“Hello Yue.” Sokka looked at her with pleading, hopeful eyes. She of all people had to know who he was. She was his last hope

“Well, it's nice to met you Shoko.” Yue smiled pleasantly. “How long have you known Zuko?”

“Ah... a fair number of years.” Please, please Yue. She had to recognize him.

“That's nice. You two must be very close to be spending the day together.”

Zuko smirked. “Oh yes, very close.”

“That's wonderful. By the way Zuko, do you know where Sokka is? Haru and I haven't seen him all day.” Yue asked.

“He's home sick. He’s got a sore throat.”

“Oh, thank you. It was nice meeting you Shoko.”

“Nice meeting you too. Bye.” Sokka walked away with Zuko, face sullen and quiet.

“Give up yet?” Zuko asked.

“We still have forty five minutes left.”

“And we can use that time wisely in the janitor's closet.”

“We're not using the janitor’s closet. Any chance any of the guys in your shop class are strait?”

“There are no women in that class, so any girl who steps in is like a big slab of meat to a bunch of drooling dogs.”

“But I'm not a girl.”

“But you look like one, and that's all that it takes.”

“I do not look like a girl.” Sokka pouted.

“Do you really want to go to the class and find out?”

Sokka thought for a moment. What would be worse, being felt up by a bunch of horny fire benders, or getting felt up by Zuko? Though, Sokka figured the only difference was the number of people leering and groping. “We’re still not using the janitor's closet.”

“We could use the bathroom.”

“Which are dirty and gross.” he knows Zuko'd push him against the wall if he could, and he really didn't want to with the dirty bathroom wall. “Aren't there any other empty classrooms or something.”

“Maybe. I think the one at the end of the hall is empty this period.”

Sokka thought about his eighth period teacher. “Let's use Bumi's room. He's taking his class outside today for some spiritual enlightenment or something. He hates teaching on Fridays.”

“Alright.” they headed to Bumi's classroom.

“Make sure you lock the door. And the bet's not over until we're off of school property.” he was praying that someone would recognize him on the way out.

Zuko was only half paying attention. “Right.” he locked the door and shut it once they got in.

“Turn off the lights.” Sokka sat on one of the desks, waiting for Zuko.

Zuko flipped off the lights and walked over to Sokka, grinning in anticipation.

“What are you waiting for?” he leaned back, waiting for Zuko to make the first move. “You're the one who wanted to make out, not me.”

“We have about forty minutes left, be a little patient.” He wrapped his arms around Sokka's waist.

“I can wait all day. You're the one who wants to take advantage.” he smirked again. “But then again, who can resist this?” he pointed to his chest, forgetting the fact he had breasts at the moment.

Zuko chuckled. “I'm not into boobs, actually.”

Sokka looked down to see his breasts and turned bright red. “I can't wait to get rid of those.”

“Me either.” he kissed Sokka slowly at first, enjoying the moment.

Sokka rolled his eyes at the comment, before wrapping his arms around Zuko's neck when Zuko deepened the kiss. Zuko pushed his tongue into Sokka's mouth, pulling Sokka against his chest. Sokka mmphs into the kiss and pulls away quickly. “You popped my water balloon.” he stared downward.

“Oh geeze. Then take the other one out.”

“But now my chest is all goopy and wet and gross. And how's it going to look when I suddenly have boobs and then they disappear?”

“So zip up your jacket before we leave and no one will notice.”

“But it's still wet and goopy.” he squirmed away from Zuko and started to look through the closet in the room.

Zuko folded his arms, aggravated by the interruption.

“Keep your pants on, literally. Bumi usually keeps a roll of paper towel in here.” Sokka got the towels and came out. “Make one comment about me coming out of the closet, and I will kill you.”

Zuko held his hands up in mock defense. “Oh, I'm so scared.”

“You should be.” Sokka took off the jacket and tank top, revealing him in a bra. One balloon indeed has popped and the cream was covering his chest.

Zuko stared at him, a grin etched onto his face.

“Eyes away pervert.” Sokka glared as he wiped off his chest.

“Nope.” he said, still watching.

“Shouldn't I be getting paid for this. You know, dollar bills or something?” Sokka asked.

“Only if you want to be a whore.” Zuko walked over to him, running his hands up Sokka's bare back.

Sokka shivered and moved away, putting the damp bra on and tried to stuff it with some extra paper towels. “I was thinking more along the lines of a stripper actually.”

“Nope, because strippers you don't get to touch.” he wrapped his arms around Sokka's waist from behind.

“Then I'll be an escort. I'll go places with you, let you oggle me, touch a little. No hands below the waist.” He slapped at Zuko's hand.

“I don't see the point when I'll have you all to myself tomorrow.” Zuko tightened his grip, kissing the back of Sokka's neck.

Sokka shivered again. “Not gonna happen. Now let go so I can put my shirt back on.”

“It only gets in the way.” Zuko sucked on a patch of skin enough to leave a mark.

Sokka groaned, then smirked when the lips moved away. “Go ahead. But if someone sees us, I win the bet no matter how girly you think I look.”

“I locked the door and the lights are off, and we'll hear them jiggle the handle before they get the janitor and his keys.” He suckled more on the spot, leaving a prominate hickey when he pulled back.

Sokka swore under his breath. “You still have to let go. I want to put my clothes back on.”

“You're not exactly pushing me away.” he licked the back of Sokka's ear.

Sokka squeaked, his knees feeling weak for a moment before he pulls away. “Don't do that.” He wiped his ear off and started to pull on the tank top.

Zuko let him, watching him and grinning cheekily.

“What?” he finished putting on the shirt and pulled the jacket on, zipping it up in pure spite.

“Now,” Zuko turned Sokka to him, pressing him to the wall next to the closet, “about that make out session...” he kisses Sokka, catching them up to the point that they left off earlier.

“Mmph ” once the surprise fades, he returned the kiss, his hand twisting in Zuko's short, choppy locks.

Zuko kissed Sokka hungrily, his arms around Sokka's waist. Sokka moaned, pulling away after the kiss and panting. “I thought that you were going to win the bet?” he said teasingly.

“I am, but that doesn't mean I'm going to pass this up.” He kisses Sokka again.

Sokka kissed back and waited for the kiss to end before he returned his smirk. “But if you win the bet, what will you do tomorrow?”

Zuko grinned. “So much more.” Zuko pushed his body against Sokka's, making his point.

Sokka’s eyes widened with a soundless squeak when he felt Zuko's hardened length press against him through his clothing. “Raping is against the rules. Actually, anything that involve me touching that,” he pointed to mini Zuko, “with any part of my body is against the rules.”

“The only rule set up before this bet was no public nudity, and it’s the only one that stuck.”

“And no raping. You agreed to no raping.”

“Well you could willingly give me a blow job to take care of this problem.” Zuko smirked.

Sokka raised an eyebrow. “Who said I'd want to give you one?”

“Come on, unless you want to spend the rest of the time with my obvious dilemma against you.”

“You said make out not sex.” he reminded the firebender.

“A blow job is not sex.”

“It's oral sex.”

“But not ‘Sex.’ ”

“I'm not touching that with my mouth.” He crossed his arms and pouted, his face set.

“A hand job?”

“I'm not touching that!”

Zuko sighed. “Fine.” Zuko kissed him again, more passionately than before.

Sokka kissed back, moaning softly as Zuko's lips left his and begin to trail along his jaw. “You have no self control.” he murmured, letting out a gasp as Zuko's lips teased his neck. “Getting hard from just a few kisses.”

“You've been teasing me all day.” His fingers grasped the zipper of the jacket and unzipped it, his other hand sliding up his shirt.

Sokka shivered as Zuko's fingers trailed along his belly button, grasping Zuko's shoulders while searching for something to ground him. “I was teasing? If I was teasing, then what were you doing?”

“Being tempted.” His hands rubbed Sokka's nipples, kissing his neck at the same time.

Sokka cried out softly in surprise. His knees gave out, the only thing keeping him upright was Zuko's arms. “Don't...” he moaned, squirming and trying to stand upright on his own.

“Don't... stop?” Zuko grinned. “Alright.” He kissed Sokka's neck, his one hand continuing to tease his nipple. The other slid down over his hip, dipping under the skirt.

Sokka gasped loudly and pressed his hands against Zuko's chest, trying to push him away. “No. Stop now. You're getting a little to touchy for my tastes Zuzu.”

Zuko frowned, the nickname being a little bit of a turn off. “You like it though.”

“Not during school I don't, and defiantly not in a dress. Let go please.” He was still trembling a little bit as he tried to pull himself together and to make himself calm down; physically as well as mentally.

“Come on, you wouldn't moan like that if you didn't like it.” Zuko came back up, kissing Sokka again.

Sokka pulled away. “Wether I like it or not isn't the point. You're getting too graby. If you're so confident you're going to win this bet, then you can wait until tomorrow to grope me.”

Zuko sighed. Getting the point that he's not getting back into the mood, he let Sokka go. “Fine, we'll continue this tomorrow.”

“IF you win.” Sokka smoothed his skirt, and started to reapply lip gloss and fix his mussed hair. “Your lips are all sparkly pink again.”

Zuko wiped his mouth on his arm. “I'm going to use the bathroom before we leave.” He headed to the door.

“Have fun. I'll go met you at your locker.” Sokka was plotting that is someone didn't recognize him, he'd just lie and say someone did, but then leave. Maybe he could bribe Haru into realizing it after thinking about it all day...

“And don't try to pull something underhanded or you'll automatically loose the bet.” Zuko unlocked the door, going to the bathroom.

“What makes you think I'd do that?” Sokka pouted as he left the room.

“Because you're in denial and desperate to win.” Zuko answered before he disappeared into the bathroom to take care of his problem.

Sokka muttered to himself, grumbling as he went to Zuko's locker. He leant against it, ignoring the leers and cat calls and hitting anyone who got too close with his purse. At least Jet was smart and kept his distance when he winked at her.

Zuko eventually came back, relieved and cleaned up. “Alright, you all done here? We can leave.”

“I'm ready to leave.” Sokka lifted an eyebrow. “What took so long?”

“Take a wild guess.” Zuko took Sokka's hand, heading out of the school.

“Ew.” Sokka pulled his hand away. “You washed your hands, right?”

“Of course. Don't be so prissy.” He took Sokka's hand again, leaving the school.

“Like I want to touch your hand after you did, that.” Sokka walked as slowly as he could. “Don't forget that the bet doesn't end until we're off school property.”

“A few more feet and you can consider yourself my slave tomorrow.”

“We still have four feet left.” Sokka started to drag his feet.

Zuko yanked him forward; one foot to go.

“Still seven inches.” Sokka pouted once they were off the grass and on the sidewalk, looking very sullen.

Zuko grinned widely, off the school property. “You're mine now.”

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Ja min’na-san.
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