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Dude Looks Like a Lady	By : Kigen Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Slash - Male/Male > Sokka/Zuko Views: 10288 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Dude Looks Like a Lady

Chapter 6

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.

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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Zuko woke up earlier since they hadn't stay up the night before. He was happy to see Sokka curled up and asleep, their bodies spooning. He kissed the back of Sokka's neck, enjoying the warmth.

Sokka murmured incoherently in his sleep, shifting and rolling onto his other side. He snuggled into the pillow and Zuko as he fell back asleep.

Zuko smiled and unable to help the temptation, kissed Sokka's soft lips, holding him close to him.

Sokka mumbled into the kiss, kissing back before blinking his eyes open sleepily. “Zuko?” he was obviously only half awake. He pulled away with a groan. “What time is it?”

Zuko grinned. “6:15.”

Sokka groaned, rolling onto his other side to face the wall again. “Then I'm going back to sleep.” Sokka pulled the blanket over his head.

“Uh-uh, time to get up. I'm awake and I'm not wasting my time with you being my slave.” His hands reached under Sokka's shirt, stroking his side and back.

Sokka shivered. “Then cuddle like you were last night. It's too early.”

“No.” The firebender’s hand slide up, rubbing his thumb over Sokka's nipple.

Sokka groaned softly, trying to twist away. “I'll let you kiss me if I get to sleep?” he tried. It worked yesterday.

“No, we're on my time now.” he kissed Sokka’s neck, continuing to roll his nipple between his fingers.

Sokka gasped loudly, shivering violently. “Ahh... Zuko. It's too early.” he bit his lip to keep another moan from escaping.

“Doesn't sound too early to me.” Grinning again, Zuko suckled on a spot on Sokka’s neck to make another mark. His other arm slid under Sokka, fingers tracing his stomach.

Sokka shivered, moaning softly. “Can we at least eat first? You know I don't wake up all the way until I have food and caffeine in me.”

“We're comfy in bed, there's no need to leave it.” he nibbled Sokka's earlobe teasingly.

Sokka groaned. “And you know I'm not going to enjoy this as much if my stomach’s not full. Not to mention I'd whine and whine.” Sokka said, squirming at Zuko's ministrations.

Zuko hushed him softly. “Nope, you're mine for the day.” Both of Zuko’s hands rubbed Sokka's nipples, enjoying his reactions; half asleep or not.

“Nnnn.” the water tribe boy groaned, hands twisting in the sheets. “Zuko...”

Zuko just continued his assult on Sokka's neck and chest.

Sokka gasped, hands leaving the sheets to grasp at Zuko's shoulders. “Slow down.” he whimpered.

“Give me a reason why I should.”

“It won't be any fun if you tire me out so early.” He was tried.

“But you make all those great sounds.” Zuko turned Sokka to face him, kissing him.

Sokka sleepily kisses back, pulling away. He'd tried another approach. “I'm not used to it and the more unsure I am about it the less likely you are to top me?”

“That's why I'm going slow.” Zuko kissed him again, this time more heatedly; hands running around Sokka's body.

Sokka linked his arms around Zuko's neck. “Don't flowers usually come before making out?” he buried his face in the crook of Zuko's neck when Zuko hugged him, trying to get back to sleep.

Zuko nipped Sokka's lip. “Don't go back to sleep.”

“But I'm tired and you’re comfy.” Sokka buried face deeper in Zuko's neck.

Zuko sighed, unable to believe Sokka was trying to go back to sleep on him. He sat up, taking Sokka's arm and making him sit up as well. “Fine, you can have food and coffee, but no going back to sleep.”

“I don't drink coffee.” Sokka sat up and rubbed his eyes. “Mountain Dew.”

“Fine, but no sleeping.” Zuko got up.

“You can't keep me up all night.” Sokka followed him down the stairs.

“I'm not planning to.” They headed down stairs for breakfast.

Sokka went sleepily, sitting down at the table. He crossed his arms, resting his head on them. “What's for breakfast?”

“Cereal and anything you can cook.” Zuko got some Cheerios and milk from the fridge.

“Oh yeah. You can't cook.” Sokka looked through the cupboards. He pulled out a box of Kix, got a can of Mountain Dew out of the fridge. Opening the box, he poured the cereal into the bowel, and the mountain dew into the cereal.

Zuko grimaced. “That's disgusting.”

“You think you'd be used to seeing me eat it by now.” he started to eat.

“Not in the morning. No wonder you're so high strung.”

“The energy's all natural. The Mountain Dew just kick starts it.”

“Right.” he poured milk into his cereal.

Sokka shrugged, finishing his cereal. He pulled an orage out of the fruit bowl, pealing the skin off. Taking the segments one at a time, he ate them.

Zuko finished his cereal also, putting his things in the sink. “So, admit it.”

“Admit what?” he nibbled on an orange segment before sucking it into his mouth.

“Admit that you look girly.”

Sokka rolled his eyes. “Fine.” Sokka continued in a voice that obviously could care less. “I look girly.”

Zuko grinned, loving the power. “And that you're in denial half the time.”

Still saying it in a way that he obviously didn't mean. “And I'm in denial half the time.”

Zuko sat back. “Come on, you have to mean it.”

“I'm in denial half the time.” Sokka still sounded only half interested.

Zuko asked curiously. “So... what were those other places that make you squeal?”

“Who ever said that were places?”

“Then what else makes you squeal?”

Sokka looked embarrassed. “You have to promise not to tell.”

“I won't tell.”

Sokka squirmed and muttered something Zuko couldn't quite hear.

Zuko cupped his ear. “What? You have to speak up.”

Sokka glared. “I have really ticklish sides...”

Zuko grinned. “And you said they weren't places.”

“I said who said they'd be places?”

“I assumed, hush.”

Sokk mockingly zipped his lips shut.

Zuko grinned. “You'll be wearing that mini skirt today.”

Blue eyes widened as his mouth fell open. “No way...”

“Yup, so get those panties back on.”

Sokka stood up hesitantly. “And what am I going to be doing in the skirt?”

“Calling me Lord Zuko all day, and none of that Zuzu crap.”

“Other than that?” He saw Zuko waiting expectantly. “Lord Zuko?”

“I'll think of something later. Wear a nice shirt with that skirt.”

“And by nice you mean?”

“Something red and nothing big or baggy on you.”

Sokka rolled his eyes. “Should I get the bra too?”

“Nope, nothing as complicated as yesterday.”

“The bra wasn't complicated.” He muttered as he head up the stairs and into Zuko's room. A few minutes later he returned in the black miniskirt, and a short sleeved, red, button up shirt. “Does this meet Lord Zuko's satisfaction?” he asked sarcastically.

Zuko nodded. “It does.” he gestured for Sokka to come over to him, standing up.

Sokka walked over and stood before Zuko, waiting. Zuko took Sokka's hand, spinning him around like he did in the gym, admiring him.

“My skirt doesn't poof out like the last one did.” Sokka pointed out.

“That's fine, it still looks good on you.” crouching down, he ran fingers down Sokka's smooth thigh and leg.

Sokka shivered, but staid silent and dealt with it for the bet.

Zuko stood up again, placing his hands on Sokka's sides. “You're ticklish here?”

Sokka’s eyes widened. “Don't.”

“Give me a reason why I shouldn't.”

“Because it's mean?” he tried the puppy eyes. Zuko tickled him regardless.

Sokka squirmed violently, trying to keep from laughing. He couldn't hold it in as he let out a loud squeal, then burst into giggles. “Zuko!” Sokka laughed. “Stop it!”

Zuko just continued mercilessly.

Sokka struggled until he was able to worm away. “Not,” he panted to catch his breath, “funny.”

Zuko smirked. “It’s hilarious.”

Sokka pouted. “Ass.”

Zuko wrapped his arms around Sokka's waist. “And your point is?”

“You're a sadistic creep.”

“And I'm not wasting any time with by day.” Zuko kissed him.

Sokka kissed him back, pulling away a little earlier than he would; still slightly out of breath from the earlier kiss. “Is anyone home today?”

“Azula slept over at Mai's so she might be back later, and my father's out on a business trip for a week. But it’s just us right now.”

“Okay.” Sokka would never live it down if Azula or them saw him like this.

Zuko kissed him again with that. Sokka returned the kiss, really waiting for Zuko to take the lead, his hands griping Zuko's shoulders. Zuko pushed his tongue into Sokka's mouth, pulling Sokka against his body. Sokka squeaked as he was suddenly pressed against Zuko. His body stiffed, then relaxed as Zuko's tongue gently traced the inside of his lips. Zuko kissed him passionately, fully enjoying Sokka against him and responding.

Sokka pulled away, panting slightly. “Zuko?”

“Mm, yes?” he rested his forehead against Sokka's.

“Can we make out somewhere that isn't the kitchen?” Sokka was still panting softly.

“What's the diffrence? No one else is here.”

“But it's weird to make out in the kitchen.”

“You're so picky.” Zuko complained lead him into the living room.

“Of course. Did you expect any different?”

“No, not really.” Zuko sat in the couch, pulling Sokka into his lap. He wrapped an arm around Sokka’s girly waist

Sokka squirmed as he had to basically lift the skirt around his waist to spread his legs enough to straddle Zuko's lap. The light blue panties were easily seen.

Zuko was grinning, really enjoying the power. “This is a very nice view.”

“Pervert.” Sokka pouted.

“Lord Zuko.” the firebender reminded him. He kissed him, hands caressing Sokka's ass.

Sokka pulled away as the kiss ended. “Lord Zuko then.”

Zuko pulled his hands back, knitting them behind his head, grinning. “Entertain me.”

Sokka raised an eyebrow. “And how would I do that? Details please.”

“Use you imagination, just stay where you're at.”

“Don't blame me if I do bad then.” he rested his forehead against Zuko’s, thinking for a moment of what to do that wouldn’t result in him jumped. Deciding to just try something, he slowly dragged his fingers along Zuko's scalp to see what would happen.

Zuko shivered because it was such a light touch.

Seeing it as a good sign, Sokka continued to trail his fingers through Zuko's hair, eventually massaging his scalp. “This work for you?”

Zuko hummed, definitely enjoying it. “Yeah, that's good...” he closed his eyes.

Sokka continued to massage. “Good.” he experimentally grazed his teeth along Zuko's earlobe, sucking on it.

Zuko smirked, humming at the sensations.

Sokka moved his massaging hands from his scalp, down to his neck, letting his lips trail and nip along his jaw line. “How about that?” his breathed fans Zuko's lips.

Zuko shuttered in pleasure, turned on a little. “Yeah, keep going.”

“ As you wish Lord Zuko.” he pressed his lps chastly against Zuko's for only a moment. His hands kneaded the back of Zuko's neck as his mouth suckled on the collarbone. Zuko groaned lowly, his hands getting antsy. Sokka squeaked as he felt a special part of Zuko waking up; quickly pulling away. “Okay, I think we're done now.” he smiled nervously.

“Uh-uh, keep going, you're doing good.”

“Yeah, a little too good. I wanna stop now.” Sokka squirmed, causing Zuko to hiss though his teeth.

“No, you're my slave for the day, keep going.”

“Not when Zuzu is poking me.”

Zuko frowned. “Sokka, keep going.”

Sokka bit his lip nervously. “Okay, just one thing first.”

“What?”

Sokka got up. He grabbed a pillow and placed it on Zuko's lap, then sat down on the pillow. “Can Lord Zuko live with this?”

“No, because then your warmth isn't on ‘Zuzu.’ ” He slipped the pillow from under him, taking Sokka's hips in his hands and scooted Sokka closer.

Sokka turns bright red and sputtered, really not liking the situation.

“So are you going to continue or am I going to have to?”

“Depends. If you continue, do you mean you massage you, you massage me, or you make Zuzu grow up?”

“If I continue, it will be a lot more forward.”

Sokka shifted uncomfortably, thinking things over. “Keep Zuzu under control and I'll keep going.”

“That's really hard to do when you're touching me.”

Sokka rolled his eyes. “As long as you don't start grinding against me or grabbing me through my pants. Better?”

“I'm not agreeing to that, there was no ban of frottage.”

“There is if you want a massage.” Sokka crossed his arms.

Zuko smirked. “I'll take grinding over a massage any day.” Zuko turned, pinning Sokka against the couch cushions. His body was still between Sokka's legs, his body over him.

“Ack!” Sokka squawked as he was flipped over. “Rape! This counts as RAPE!”

“Shut up” Zuko kissed him deeply.

Sokka squeaked at the kiss, squirming in sudden desire to get away from Zuko. But having the movement, along with the kiss and questing fingers only started to wake up another part of him. Zuko kissed Sokka breathless before moving down his jaw, pressing his pelvis against Sokka's. Sokka gasped air into his deprived lungs, eyes widening as he feels Zuzu press into him... and him pressing back.

Zuko smirked. “You're enjoying this too.”

“That thing has a mind of it's own.” Sokka argued.

“So does mine, but I litsen to mine.” Zuko grinded against Sokka a bit.

Sokka turned red and groaned. “Stop...”

Zuko kissed him heatedly again, grinding against Sokka harder. Sokka bit his lip whimpering as the friction got more intense. Zuko groaned lowly, glad Sokka wasn't fighting very much. He thrust his hips forward and grinded into Sokka hard.

Sokka moaned. “If you make me,” a whimper as his fingers dug into Zuko's back, “cream myself...” Sokka let out a low whine. “Rape; bet's off.”

Zuko growled and stopped, frustrated. “You can't tell me that you don't want it.”

Sokka panted, trying to catch his breath. “I already told you; romance before sex. I'm weird that way.”

Zuko was torn between getting off then or having Sokka for the rest of the day. He scowled and backed off. “Fine.”

“Thank you.” Sokka sat up, catching his breath and trying to will himself down.

Zuko got up, at full staff and very uncomfortable. He headed up to the bathroom in a huff. Sokka smirked at Zuko's lack of control. He got on the couch and turned on the tv. A pillow was in his lap to hide his skirt and his problem. He should have been more miffed that the pillow was bigger than his skirt.

Zuko came back later, finally dressed and released, though still agitated. Sokka had fallen half asleep from lack of anything good on tv. He woke up the rest of the way when Zuko entered and yawned. “Back so soon?”

Zuko answered unhappily. “Yes.”

“Don't be pouty just because I didn't let you have your wicked way with me.”

“And I should be happy that you stopped it in the middle?”

“There wasn't a middle because nothing happened.” Sokka was pouting again.

Zuko rolled his eyes. “Just how deep in denial are you?”

“We did not have sex, so nothing happened. We are not going to have sex, so nothing will happen.”

“It doesn't have to be sex to be in the middle of something.”

Sokka thought for a moment, realizing that Zuko was right and pouted. “I'm still not touching that.”

“And you didn't, and obviously you won't let me touch yours.”

“I already told you, romance before man sex. If you want it, try working for that and not the sex.”

“Well obviously I'm not going to romance you in time so I'm shit out of luck.”

“Finally you understand.”

Zuko rolled his eyes again. “At least I'm not in denial like you.”

“At least I tell you what my intentions really are, unlike you.”

“You don't like to hear my intentions and you know it.”

“Doesn't matter if I'd like it or not. I still wanna know why you've never acted like you had a crush on me until we started the stupid bet.”

“Would it have mattered?”

Sokka thought about it, then nodded. “Yeah, I wanna know how serious you are when you're trying to get inot my pants.”

“You have to be serious to want to get into someone's pants? Haven't I made that clear since yesterday?”

Sokka started to look a little pissed. “So you only want me for a fuck?” his voice was starting to get a little cold.

Zuko spoke a little neutrally. “Well I didn't expect much of anything else. You do like girls after all.”

“I said yesterday I was equal oppertunity. I like girls AND guys.”

“Which do you like more?”

Sokka shrugged. “I like people for people. Gender's second. Girls are just easier to get along with and date.”

“Have you ever dated a guy?”

“Define date.”

Zuko gave him a look. “You should know what a date is. Any kind of date.”

“If you can define a date as being home alone, hanging out and a kiss or two and cuddling in general, then yes.” Sokka rolled his eyes. “Really, if I hadn't done it before, don't you think I would have just called the bet off yesterday with you molesting me?”

“No.”

“No to that being a date or me calling off the bet?”

“You calling off the bet.”

“Well I would of if I wasn't used to it. You were majorly freaky yesterday.”

“And who was the one that you hung out with, because that's not a date.”

“None of your business.” Sokka crossed arms and pouted.

“I told you about Jet. It’s only fair.”

“Only if you promise not to kill him or hurt him.”

“Why would I kill him?”

“Because you seem to be freakishly possessive of me. Promise?” Sokka asked.

“Yeah, promise.”

“Haru. Who else would it be?”

Zuko blinked. “Haru? Seriously?”

Sokka nodded slowly. “Yeah. Why so surprised?”

“He doesn't seem the type. He's almost as girly as you, and just as much as a bottomer.”

“Well we were experimenting, just like you and Jet did. Only we stopped at cuddling and kissing instead of boinking. I mean, we're close enough that it wasn't that weird.”

“Ah.” Zuko headed into the kitchen to think,

Zuko didn't say to follow, so Sokka laid back down on the couch, flipping mindlessly through the channels looking for something to watch.

Zuko came back not too much longer. “Let’s go out for lunch.”

“Fine, let me go put on my bra and makeup.” Sokka stood up.

“Nope, just as you are, I told you I don't like boobs.”

“No way. I don't want to be seen in a skirt.”

“Too bad, you're doing what I say today, remember?”

“But can't you go out with Shoko? You didn't mind yesterday.”

“I'm going out with you. And if you put on a jacket I don't think anyone will notice. Hell, everyone will assume you're a flat chested girl.”

“Fine.” Sokka left, getting the same jacket as yesterday. Zipping it up, and brushing out his hair, he put on the sparkly lip gloss. He came back down the stairs. “Do you approve?” Sokka asked with a mock bow.

Zuko smiled. “I do.” He held out his hand for Sokka to take.

Sokka rolled his eyes, and followed Zuko to the doorway. He slipped on the same shoes from the day before. “Where are we going?”

“Somewhere with Italian food.” He put on some shoes.

“You know this doesn't count as a date, right?”

“Why not?”

“I told you yesterday, a date with Sokka and not Shoko includes your uncle not being present, and me wearing man clothes. As you can see, we only have half of that going on.”

“Then it’s a half date, but none the less, a date.” Zuko took Sokka's hand, leading him out the door and shutting it after them.

Sokka raised an eyebrow. “Half date? Fine. Are you gonna do the man thing and shower me with flowers and stuff then?” he teased.

“Nope, we're going to get a candle lit dinner and I'm going to sweet talk you.” Zuko lead him towards the restarant he had in mind.

“It's lunchtime.”

“We can do dinner too later. Two half dates would make a full date.”

“Kinda desperate?”

“I don't think I'd be getting another chance anytime soon.”

Sokka shrugged. “You probably would if you asked right.”

“Aren't you dating Suki?”

“Dating, not seeing exclusivly. Plus, she doesn't like me anymore, remember her conversation with Shoko?”

“Zuko: She doesn't know she told you. And FYI, girls are always badmouthing their boyfriends behind their back.”

“We weren't going steady. We were just dating once and a while. I went on a date with Yue two weeks ago. Suki knew, Suki didn't care.”

“But the point is that you're still dating them.”

“And I can't date you too?” Sokka asked.

“I don't share.”

Sokka shrugged. “Maybe I'd date you solely if you asked right.”

Zuko was skeptical. “Really?”

“If you asked right, probably. Depends how you ask and how I'm feeling.” he did tend to follow his insticts, so he couldn't know for sure until Zuko asked. “And before you try it, asking me while I'm in a skirt isn't asking right.”

“Well I wasn't going to today. Today is my day where I do get you in a skirt.”

“I know, I know. Don't rub it in.”

Zuko smirked as they arrived at the restarant, which is a little fancy, but not totally strict. “Here we are.”

Sokka looked around. “Is this one of those places with three different kinds of forks?”

“No, this is where they have two forks. It's not too uptight, but it serves good food.”

“So I'm not going to get kicked out for using the wrong fork?” He was used to fast food places.

“Nope. The extra is mostly incase you drop the first.” They went inside, asking for a date seat.

Sokka and Zuko were lead to a small, private table for two. Sokka blushed as the waiter or host or whatever he was, pulled his chair out for him. Zuko sat in his own seat. A waiter light the candle stick in the middle of the table, giving them each a menu before leaving them alone. Zuko was smiling because the waiter had called Sokka madam a few times.

“Don't say it.” Sokka was trying to figure out what was on the menu, since some things he had never heard of before.

Zuko asked innocently. “Say what?” He looked through the lists, knowing most of what everything was.

“Never mind.” Sokka muttered as he looks through his menu.

Zuko picked out what he wanted and set aside the menu. “That not only our fellow classmates and teachers think you're a girl in a skirt, but other people do as well?”

“I said shut up.” Sokka hissed, picking out what he wanted. “I'll have the penne primavera stuff.”

Zuko chuckled, drinking the water that was pervided.

“What's so funny?”

“You.”

“I'm not funny.” Sokka pouted.

“You're being cute too.” Zuko leant on the table.

“And you're being perverted again.”

“Am not. How am I being perverted?”

“Okay, not perverted, flirty. I'm just used to calling you the other one.”

“There something wrong with being flirty? You said you wanted to be romanced.”

“Nothing's wrong with being flirty. I'm just used to you being the other.”

“So you said.” Zuko pointed out as the waiter came back to take their orders.

“Penne Primavera please.” Sokka said softly, not looking at the waiter.

Zuko gave his order and the waiter walked off again.

Sokka shifted around nervously in his chair, trying to think of something to say. It was weird, being like this with Zuko. “So... do you come here often?”

“When I want a quiet place with good food, sometimes. Better than fast food and not one of the ‘family’ dinner outings.”

Sokka felt a bit awkward, knowing just how much Zuko liked his family. “I see...” he drank from his water glass.

“Still too fancy for your liking or something?”

“Just weird. My family's usual place to eat out for a nice family dinner is like, Perkins or something.”

Zuko nodded. “That's a family thing though.” He reached over, taking Sokka's hand in his.

Sokka blushed a bit, about to pull away, but decided to let him since he was being sweet and not lecherous this time.

“Uncomfortable?”

“Kinda.” Sokka squirmed under his gaze. “Not so much uncomfortable as not used to it.”

“Ah.” His thumb ran over Sokka's knuckles absently.

“I mean, usually it's me being all... dominant and stuff.” Sokka’s fingers twitched.

“I don't think ‘dominant’ is the right word for you.”

“With me and Suki or me and Yue, who do you think would be dominant?”

“Suki would be more dominant than you without a doubt, but you might lead more with Yue.”

“Suki is not more dominant than me.” Sokka pouted.

“Oh yes she is. I heard that yesterday wasn't your first time in a dress.”

“I vaguely remember having to try it on the day before and go shopping with a firebending sadist, yes.”

Zuko smirked. “Katara told me Suki got you in a traditional warrior's garment in freshman year.”

“Yeah. So?”

“So it was entertaining and it proves she's more dominant.”

“She asked me to help put on a fighting demonstration at her fighting school. One of the other girls broke their arm a week before the event and I stepped in and helped. That just makes me a nice guy; not submissive.”

“She got you into a dress, with face paint, and styled your hair. She's got you wrapped around her finger.”

“Again, I willing agreed to it to help a good cause. Suki wasn't even the one to ask me, Koko did. Suki just helped me get on the dress and did that stuff yeah.”

“Fact remains, Suki would be more dominant.”

“Just because she kissed me before I kissed her doesn't mean that I'm uke.”

“You're girly, and like dominating girls. You're in denial.”

“And Yue is just so dominating.” Sokka rolled his eyes.

“How many times have you gone out with Yue?”

“I go out with her and there every so often. She's liked me ever since I helped break her engagement with Han.”

“Do you even like her more than a friend?”

“Of course I do. She's really important to me.”

“And Suki?” Zuko asked.

“She's really important to me too.”

“And what happens if you have to choose?”

Sokka thought for a moment. “Choose which one is more important, or which one I would date?”

“Who would you date?”

“If you had asked me last week, I'd probably say Suki. But she doesn't really like me like that anymore, so Yue I guess.”

“Eh.” His hand left Sokka's, taking a drink from his water.

“Eh?” Sokka mimicked. “What eh? what are you eh-ing about?”

“Nothing.” He was glad when the food came, food getting set in front of him and Sokka.

“Thank you.” Sokka sadi to the waiter as the plate of pasta is set in front of him. He waited until he left before he turned back to Zuko. “You were eh-ing about something.”

“Nothing, just thinking to myself.” He took his fork, digging in.

Sokka began to eat, still thinking about all the things Zuko's eh could mean. And he came up with the most likely one. “You think I don't like Suki and Yue, do you?”

“No, I think you care for them very much.” he stuck a fork full of pasta in his mouth.

“But you think I don't like like them, romantically like them; don't you?”

“Nope, I believe you do.”

Sokka was slightly frustrated. “Then what was the eh for?”

Zuko was a little irritated that Sokka was still on about it, not wanting to talk about it. “You pry too much.”

“I'm curious by nature. I can't help it.”

“You're slightly irritating by nature too.”

“Right back at you Zuzu.” Sokka smiled cheekily.

Zuko gave him a flat out ‘I'm not amused by that’ look. “You're listening to me today, remember? I said don't call be that.”

Sokka responded mockingly. “As you wish Lord Zuko.”

Zuko rubbed his temples. “Just shut up and eat.”

“Fine.” Sokka pouted slightly, before returning to his lunch and fully enjoying the fine food.

Zuko enjoyed the sweet silence and no more questions. He continued to eat, not finding it the romantic picture he had thought of.

Sokka finished his food. Finding that Zuko had told him to shut up and eat, and he was done eating; therefore able to talk again. He smiled. “Something wrong?” He noticed the look on Zuko's face now that he was paying attention.

“No.” Zuko finished his food and leaned back, waiting for the bill. “Just remembering why I never did show you that I was interested in you.”

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Ja min’na-san.
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