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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 5

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.

Usagi Youkai was Zuko.

Thanks for reading and please review.

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“Not until tomorrow.” Sokka crossed his arms, pouting. “I'm going home and changing now.”

“I'll come too, I need to get those clothes home and washed before Azula gets home tonight.”

“I thought she wouldn't notice.”

“I like to take precautions.”

“Of course. What time should I grace your presence tomorrow?” Sokka was still sore about losing.

“Seven thirty.”

Sokka groaned. “I can't sleep in?”

“Nope, I'm getting as much slave time from you as I can get.”

Sokka rolled his eyes. “Why not just have sleep at your house?” He paused to curse his stupidity as he hit his forehead with his hand. “I really need to keep my big mouth shut...”

Zuko grinned. “I like your big mouth. You just have to learn to use it for other purposes.” Zuko lead Sokka to his house.

“No raping. And making me perform oral sex still counts as rape.”

“I know, I know,” They arrived at his house. “You can borrow some of my clothes until tomorrow if you want.”

“They won't fit me.”

“You could run around naked.” Zuko said, smirking.

“No. No way in hell. No nudity.”

“Then you can borrow something.”

“Fine. Nothing obscene. I'm not your slave until tomorrow.” Sokka pulled the shoes off his feet and sighed in relief from the lack of girl shoes.

“Fine. Anything should fit since you're shorter than me.”

“By like, two or three inches.” Sokka pouted. “Just because I have sleek muscles and not bulky like yours.”
“You're girly, that's why.” Zuko said as they headed up to his room.

“Am not.” Sokka sulked. The loss of the bet had been a major blow to his masculinity.

“Are too.” Zuko shut the door after them and went over to his closet.

“Get a pair of boxers too.” Sokka pulled off the jacket and tank top, pulling off his bra.

“You're not wearing my underwear.” Zuko tossed him a black shirt and found some black pants for him to wear.

“Well I'm not wearing these panties any longer, and I'm not going around commando.”

“Tough luck.” Zuko tossed him the pants.

Sokka wrinkled his nose. “But these panties are really tight. It's not fun.”

“Too bad.” Zuko turned to watch since Sokka hadn't taken off the skirt yet.

Sokka grumbled under his breath about sadistic firebenders. “Jerk.” he picked up the clothing and headed towards the bathroom to change.

“What, no show?”

“No. If you want a show, pay Jet some money and I'm sure he'll strip for you.” Sokka went into the bathroom connected to Zuko's bedroom and slamed the door shut. Zuko heard the distinctive ‘click’ of a lock.

Zuko leant against the wall beside the door. “I'd rather see you strip.”

“Tough luck Zuzu.”

“I might have slept with Jet, but he's not as attractive as you are.”

Sokka rolled his eyes even though Zuko couldn't see. “Should I take that as a compliment?” he came out dressed in black. “Any reason I'm posing as a goth?”

“You're not wearing enough chains or fishnet to be goth. And I didn't think you'd like any of my red.”

“Doesn't anyone in your house own a single piece of blue?” Sokka was still wiping the makeup off his face. “Ugh. The mascara won't come off.”

“No, and here.” Zuko took the rag, dabbing it on his tongue and rubbing away the mascara.

Sokka grimaced as Zuko wiped it away. “Ew. Your spit.” Sokka wrinkled his nose. “And I'm going to start leaving some of my clothes here.”

Zuko grinned. “You going to be coming over more?”

“Knowing you, you'll figure out a way to make me come back. And I'm not getting stuck wearing panties again. Do you have any idea of how tight these are on the family jewels?”

“Seen them, and they look sexy.” Zuko reminded Sokka as he wiped away mascara on the other eye.

“Because you're a pervert who likes male cross-dressers.” Sokka closed eye and grimaced. “You try wearing them, they aren't comfortable.”

“That's the point, they're suppose to look good, then you take them off.” Zuko got all the makeup off. “There.”

“And put the boxers back on. Thank you.” Sokka wiped away all remainders of spit.

“Eh.” Zuko tossed the rag away, wrapping his arms around Sokka's waist since he was so close.

“Uh-uh.” Sokka pushed away. “I don't think so. I'm no longer Shoko and therefore, not your girlfriend. If you want to play grabby hands, you'll have to wait until tomorrow.” Sokka was teasing him and knew it.

“Says you.” he took Sokka's chin in his hand.

“Sooo...” Sokka ignored the hand on his chin. “What's our next bet gonna be?”

“Depends on what comes up. What else are you in denial about?”

“Oh no. You're the one in denial this time.”

“Oh? Why?” Zuko asked.

“You still haven't told me why you were so pissy in home ec. And since I lost the bet and you don't want to tell me; I'll just have to win another bet to find out.”

Zuko snickered. “Right, whatever, You're not going to get that out of me any time soon.” he leant forward, kissing Sokka lightly.

Sokka pulled away. “Nope.” he held his hand to Zuko's mouth. “The only way you're getting kisses out of me before tomorrow is to tell me why you were so pissy. Otherwise, hands and lips to yourself.”

Zuko frowned, but really didn't feel like bringing it up. He pulled away. “Then what else should we do? It’s too early to go to bed.”

“Dinner sounds promising. Not to mention there are other things to amuse ourselves that don't include tongue and hands.”

“Yes but they're a lot more interesting.” Zuko went to the bathroom, getting Azula's clothes and then heading downstairs to put them in the washing machine. “Should we order pizza or something?”

Sokka shrugged. “No complaints. Though, I still wanna see you cooking... in an apron.”

“You're not the one that won the bet, now are you?” he put the clothes in and started the wash, going into the kitchen to the phone to order pizza.

“Which is why we need another bet. I wanna day where I can torment you.” Sokka followed Zuko, whining slightly.

“You have to win one first. What do you want on the pie?”

“Whatever. You're the picky one Zuzu, not me.” Sokka flopped down at the table to wait for Zuko.

“You're not the girlfriend anymore, so stop calling me that.”

“Fine.” Sokka pouted, crossing arms. “This is so much easier now that I don't have breasts.” he noted.

“Uh-huh.” Zuko ordered the pizza, getting a meat supreme, then hung up. “It should be here in a half hour.”

Sokka stood up. “Lemme use the phone. I gotta call Katara and tell her I'm not gonna be home tonight. When are you letting me go home tomorrow?”

“The day after.”

Sokka rolled his eyes. “Of course.” He called Katara, but got the answering machine. “Hey Katara, this is Sokka. Yes; Zuko won the bet. I'm not gonna be home tonight, or tomorrow. So, I'll see you Sunday. Stay out of trouble, bye.” he hung up.

“So, want to watch a movie?”

“Sure. Are we gonna rent one or use your collection?”

“Pick a title and we probably got it.”

“I dunno. I just want an action movie. One with a lot of fighting and explosions, and no sappy love story.” Sokka had, had enough girly stuff for the day.

“How about Casino Royal? James Bond.”

“It's Bond. There's always a girl who Bond bangs. No romance.”

“Lethal Weapon?”

“Never watched it. What's it about?” Sokka asked.

“Two cops. One's kind of suicidal, the other one is a family man.”

“Kay. Lead away to the movies Zuko.”

Zuko walked into the livingroom where there's a wide screen tv, surround sound, and at least two bookshelves full of DVDs. He searched the titles and pulled out Lethal Weapon. He went over to the tv to load it. “Get comfortable.” He pointed to the large couch a couple yards away.

Sokka flopped onto the couch, bonelessly. “How'd you find it so fast?”

“Azula has a DVD and CD OCD where she has to organize things. I've gotten use to her system.” Zuko popped in the DVD and took the controller with him to the couch.

As soon as Zuko was sitting down, Sokka propped his feet in the firebender’s lap. “I see.” he turned his head to where the movie was starting.

Zuko smiled. “Sometimes I switch around DVDs to drive her insane. She'll be there for an hour making sure everything is in order.”

“That's just cruel. If it was anyone other than Azula, I just might feel bad. Katara's the same way with her photo album scrap book thing. If I mix up one of the pages, she throws a fit making sure everything is perfect down to the number of dots on the flower stickers.”

“Yeah, well that's women for you.”

Sokka chuckled. “Jet has things he's OCD about. You ever go into his house and open a door, almost all the way; but not quite? Drives him crazy. He'll sit there, annoyed, until he finally gets up to open the door all the ways. It's hilarious because he'll sit there for hours sometimes, just glaring at the door.”

Zuko laughed loudly. “That's crazy, I didn't know that. I have to do that to him.”

“It's really funny if Smellerbee and Longshot are there. Then he'll try really hard to act like it doesn't annoy him because he doesn't want to look bad in front of his gang.” Sokka snickered at the past memories.

Zuko’s laughter quieted down. “Now I really have to do it to him.”

Sokka hmmed and watched the movie as it started, shifting his legs uncomfortably every so often. Zuko smirked because he guessed it was the underwear. He lifted his arms like he was stretching and wrapped it around Sokka's shoulders as he put them down.

Sokka rolled his eyes. “Okay, I don't know which was worse. You being a horny bastard, or you being a corny romantic.”

“Shut up.” He pulled Sokka a bit closer, enjoying the movie.

“Didn't I say no grabby hands?” he didn't move away though, being Zuko wasn’t being perverted, so he didn't mind as much.

“I'm not grabbing. There is something called cuddling.”

“And you say I'm girly.”

“Hey, its usually the man that is the romantic.”

“Have you been watching some bad romances? Usually it's the woman complaining about the guy not being romantic.”

“One usually doesn't hear the woman buying chocolate and roses for the guy, and the women don't pick the fancy Italian restaurants lit by candle light. The women only put on pretty dresses and take advantage of it.”

“That's during dating. Once in a relationship woman are the one's who do sweet, little, thoughtful things for their boyfriends, and are the ones who want to cuddle and be shown affection. Without sex.” Sokka added.

“Yeah, but we're not boyfriend and girlfriend, and we haven't gone on a date.”

“I thought we went on one during lunch. Or are Shoko and I different people?”

Zuko thought about it. “I don't know.”

“About the date or about me and Shoko?”

“It wasn't a date. It was lunch and I'm not sure about you and Shoko.”

Sokka nodded. “If you take me on an actual date, we need to go somewhere where your uncle won't sit with us, and I'm wearing man's clothes.”

“That's no fun.”

“You think one day in woman's clothing will make me into a full fledged drag queen?” Sokka asked. “I don't think so.”

“I could hope, but I didn't expect it.”

“You want something in a skirt, go back to Song or Jin. Mai might even put one on for you if you ask real nice.”

Zuko rolled his eyes. “You don't get it.”

“Yeah, I do. You like guys in skirts. But since you like skirts so much, it'd be easier to get a, oh I don't know. Maybe a girl into one?”

“I don't like girls.”

“I know. Though, I'm wondering why you ever went out with any of them if you didn't like them. Even if you didn't want people to know you liked boys, you could've always said no.”

“Yeah, but society doesn't work like that, and neither does my family. Azula only dates guys because of appearances.”

“No way. Azula? I mean, yeah I knew she'd never submit to a man; but I thought she'd just be a dominatrix or something instead. Who's she been with?”

“Well, I know Ty Lee and her have been together, at least twice, but think she has a new target she's eyeing.”

Sokka grimaced at the mental images of Ty Lee and Azula together, but quickly pushed it aside, hopefully never to return again. “Who?”

Wondering if he should really tell Sokka, but Zuko gave in. “Suki.”

Sokka eyes widened as he sputtered. “WHAT? ” He had to have heard Zuko wrong, he just had to.

Zuko winced when Sokka yelled in his ear. “Suki. Suki, the girl in green that always has fans with her.”

“I know who Suki is I'm friends with Suki. I've dated Suki. I've kissed her, I've-” Sokka cut himself off when Zuko looked at him.

“You’ve what?”

“Nothing. Nothing that you and I haven't done.”

“Well, point is, Azula's a little obsessive and she'll have a bunch of pictures of who she likes; and I've seen a couple of Suki.”

Sokka snorted. “Yeah. Azula's just a little obsessive like Katara's a 'little' over dramatic. Does Suki know about this?”

“I'm assuming she doesn't yet.”

“How would Azula act is she turned her down? Cause, I'm pretty sure she's strait.”

“Azula has her ways. And unlike me, Azula doesn't stop when someone says stop.”

“I think I need to warn Suki.” Sokka went to stand up, intent on warning his friend about the potential rapist.

Zuko pulled him down. “I'm sure Suki can take care of herself. Don't stir anything up that doesn't need to be. Hell, maybe Suki will like it.”

“Um... I'm pretty sure she's strait.”

“Why?” Zuko asked.

“She just... I dunno. She never really struck me as a lesbian. I mean, spirits. When she and I were dating, she seemed pretty interested in me.”

“Yeah, but she's got that whole butch warrior deal going.”

“There's a difference between tomboy and butch. And Azula may look like a lipstick lesbian, but she's far from being an uke... or whatever they're called for girls.”

“You can't tell with looks. Before this whole bet, did you think I liked girls?”

“Yes, but you have reasons to act. Suki, however, does not. A couple of her Kyoshi warriors have gotten it on with each other, and she never really showed any interest.”

“You never know, she might just give into Azula. She has her ways.”

Sokka muttered. “Like tying her down, gagging her, and raping her.”

“No, She just has to touch some in the right places. Almost like with Ty Lee's pressure points.”

“Ew.” Sokka covered his ears. “I don't want to hear about your sister hitting on girls. Spirits, how do you even KNOW this?” Sokka looked at Zuko, slightly horrified.

“Ty Lee babbled on about it. You can get almost any information out of her, she's such a gossip. She'll go into explicit things whether you want to know them or not.”

“I'm kinda glad now she didn't know I was Shoko.” Sokka imaged how it would have been. Him; in a dress, dating Zuko, being seen making out with Zuko, making Zuko masturbate in the school bathroom. And Sokka was sure Ty Lee'd be able to find out if she wanted too.

“Yeah, be thankful you look like a girl.”

“Do not.” Sokka pouted.

“You do too.” There was a knock on the door. “And that'll be the food.” Zuko got up to get it.

“Do we get to eat in here, or will your sister kill us for getting the room dirty?”

“She only cares about CDs and DVDs.” Zuko put the pizza box on the table, opening it. “Dig in.”

“Finally, food.” Sokka took a piece. “Thank you for dinner Zuzu.” Sokka spoke with Shoko's voice, before taking a big bite of the pizza.

Zuko made a face. “Shut up.” he sat down, grabbing a slice and eating.

Sokka stuck his tongue out, then shrunk back and held up his half eaten pizza slice as a barrier. “Back, back foul demon ”

“I'll get you back tomorrow for that.” He slide his arm around Sokka's waist, watching the movie and eating pizza.

“Clingy, cuddly bastard.” Sokka muttered into his pizza, but didn't fight it.

“Whiny, in denial, girly, boy.”

“Stupid, firebending pervert.” Sokka shot back.

“Just watch the movie.”

“I win.” Sokka smiled before he turned back to the movie.

“For tonight.” he hugged Sokka closer.

Sokka rolled his eyes. They watched the movie, it being almost finished when Sokka finally pulls away. “You're hot.” he said, shifting from the temperature of his now too warm clothes.

Zuko smirked. “You're not so bad yourself.”

“You know what I mean, pervert ” Sokka flushed red.

“You said it.” Zuko took a few deep calming breaths, cooling his body with his firebending.

“I mean that your body temperature's too warm, and that sitting next to you makes me too warm, and you know it.” Sokka crossed arms and pouted, turning back to the movie.

“Oh? Getting a little hot under the collar?” Zuko grinned suggestively, loving the word play.

“Hot, not horny. Keep dreaming Zuzu.”

“Sometimes dreams come true.”

“But usually they stay dreams.”

“You're just a spoil sport.”

“And proud of it.” Zuko smirked. “After all, I can't just be nice and let you have your way, now can I? If you want something, you'll just have to work for it.”

“I won't tomorrow.”

“No raping.” he reminded, just in case Zuko forgot. “That includes anal, oral sex, and masturbating.”

“I know, I know, I'm not my sister.”

“Good. I don't like your sister.”

“Do you like me?” Zuko asked.

“Depends. Are we speaking friend, romantic, or fuck buddies?”

“All of the above.”

“Friends, defiantly. Romantic, as of now some yeah, but feel free to try and make me like you more. You have a good outlook in that field. As for fuck buddies, not in the least. I don't do that, especially if it involves ME spreading MY legs, for no one I'm not dating.”

“Better response than I was expecting actually.”

Sokka shrugged. “You're a decent guy, cute, and if I didn't like your personality, I wouldn't spend any time with you. I'm not jumping in the sack with you any time soon, but hey.” Sokka shrugged. “It would be cruel to have this body and not be equal opportunity.”

Zuko nodded, smiling a bit. “Good to know.”

“But until then, you're not getting in my pants.” it was a clear, firm warning.

“Fair enough.” Zuko pulled Sokka back to him. “We can still cuddle though.”

“As long as you listen to the hands above waist rule, yes.” Sokka picked up anther piece of pizza.

Zuko grabbed another piece as well.

Sokka stood and stretched as the movie ended. “Another movie, or do we have something else to do?”

“Do you have anything else in mind?”

“Go to Jet's house and almost open some door?” Sokka suggested, half teasingly.

Zuko laughed. “ As entertaining as that sounds, think of something more around here to do.”

Sokka though for a moment, an evil grin taking over his features. “DDR?” Spirits, it was entertaining to see Zuko frustrated from his lack of ability to hit the colored arrows fast enough. Then again, Sokka had been playing longer than Zuko has.

Zuko made a face. “You know I hate that game.”

“But wouldn't you love to see me jumping and hitting the arrows, body shining with sweat, listening to my labored breathing...?” He grinned evilly. Yes, he was a bastard to use Zuko's crush on him to his fullest ability; but really, wouldn't anyone?

“... Fine, I'll get the mat.” Zuko went to set it up.

“Yes! I win!” Sokka started to do a victory dance while sitting on the couch.

“Zuko: Yeah, but I get to see you move your ass around.” Zuko came back with the DDR mat, game and consol, plugging everything in and turning it on. “Have at it. Just don't play an annoying song.”

“What's that? Play Sandstorm until your ears bleed? You got it Zuzu.” Sokka smirked and set the song up.

“Where are my earplugs?” he went to find them.

“But Zuzu, you'd like most of these songs. I mean, they're really perverted if you think about it. Ecstasy? Do it Right? Gentle stress? One of these songs sings about sex and has moaning in the background.” Sokka teased.

Zuko sighed, knowing Sokka was teasing him now. He goes to find his ipod. “I'll be right back.”

“Zuko One of these songs is called Insertion.” Sokka snickered and picked Sandstorm, done teasing for the moment.

Zuko came back with his ipod, wanting to watch Sokka move more than listen to the music.

Sokka was doing his best to hit most of the moving arrows, and did fairly well. His face was screwed in concentration as he tried to keep himself in sync with the music.

Zuko sat back on the couch with a loud song playing from his earphones, enjoying the view, smiling dazzily.

Sokka sighed loudly with relief when the song ended, smiling at Zuko. “Your turn.”

Zuko blinked, taking off his earphones. “No, you wanted to play, I didn't.”

“Come on. It's not fair that you stare at my ass all night when I play, and I can't at least laugh at you once when you do.”

“Give me one reason why I should?”

“Because I want you to?” he unleashed the puppy eyes.

Zuko sighed, getting up. “Only once.” he set his ipod down and went up, grumbling, and picked an easy one.

“Thank you Zuzu.” Sokka sat down on the couch, leaning back, ready to laugh his ass off.

Zuko got the first few notes, but started missing once they come in doubles. He got frustrated really easily, feeling stupid for agreeing to this.

Sokka was snickering quietly behind his hand trying to be at least somewhat polite. That all changed when Zuko fell onto his ass, to which Sokka burst out into peals of laughter.

Zuko growled, getting up. “That's it, I'm done.” He went back over to the couch.

“Come on Zuko.” Sokka snickered. “It wasn't that bad...” he giggled.

“You bursting out laughing is bad.” Zuko sat down. “The only thing its good for is getting you to dance.”

“Fine, fine. Deny me my simple pleasure.” Sokka went to stand on the dance pad again. “Any requests?”

“One that makes you jump up and down a lot?”

“I just played sandstorm. And I don't see the point to jumping now that I have no breasts. Nothing jiggles.”

“Gets your ass working though.” Zuko grinned.

Sokka looked over his shoulder, straining to see his rear. “You have a bigger ass than me.”

“You can't even see your own ass.”

“Your's is still bigger.” Sokka picked a song at random and tried to play it.

Zuko shrugged. It really did not matter when he gets to watch Sokka's ass move.

Sokka finished that round, playing several others. After about forty minutes, he turns to Zuko, sweating and a little out of breath. “Aren't you bored yet?”

Zuko grinned happily, shaking his head. “Not in the least.”

“I am. I'm going to take a shower; and raid your drawers for some pajamas.”

Zuko sat up more. “Alright, towels are in the cabinet near the bathroom.” he cleaned up the rest of the pizza.

“And I'm stealing a pair of your boxers!” Sokka ran up the stairs.

“Damn it. The panties were hot on him.” Zuko put the pizza in the fridge.

Sokka took his sweet time in the shower, coming out freshly cleaned, and wearing a pair of sweat pants that were a little too big for him, an oversized t-shirt, a pair of Zuko's silk boxers, and sniffing himself.

Zuko came upstairs, seeing Sokka sniffing himself. “What are you doing?”

“Your soap smells weird.” Sokka explained as he continued to sniff his arm.

“What do you mean?”

“Your soap. It smells like cinnamon or something. Mine smells blueberries. It's weird.”

Zuko snickered behind his hand. “Oh Geeze...”

“What? How would you like to smell like blueberries all of a sudden?”

“First of all, I can't believe you have scented soaps in your house. And second, the cinnamon junk is my sister's.”

“Then what's it doing in your bathroom? And don't blame me for the soaps. Katara does most of the shopping.”

“Hell if I know...” Zuko tough about I before his eyes widened in shock. “Oh fuck. I need to get my bathroom sterilized. I knew Azula was horny when Ty Lee came over that day but I didn't know she was going to use MY bathroom.” Zuko winced.

Sokka’s face screwed up. “Ewww... And I just showered in there!” Sokka wanted another shower, just not in that room.

“I'm calling the cleaning lady in the morning.” he took off his shirt for bed.

“Where do I get to sleep?”

“With me, there's plenty of bed.”

Sokka rolled his eyes. “Of course. Any chance on getting my own?”

“Nope.”

“Of course.” Sokka got onto the bed, stealing one of the pillows and lying next to the wall. “Night Zuko.”

Zuko crawled in with him, only in pants, pulling the sheet up and scooting close to Sokka, sliding his arm around Sokka's middle. “Good night, Sokka.”

Sokka rolled his eyes and grumbled about clingy firebenders before closing his eyes. “Night Zuko. Do me a favor and let me sleep in tomorrow. You shouldn't be hurting too much with need of me when I’m right here.”

“I'm not making any promises.” Zuko smiled and rested his nose and mouth against the back of Sokka's hair, inhaling his scent.

“Eight at the earliest.” Sokka mumbles as he started to fall asleep.

“We'll see.”

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