A/N: This is my frist Avatar fic, and I am posting it under a friends account. Yes, I know her bio is a bit bitchy if I do say so myself, but I am greatful for such a great friend who lets me post yaoi here. You see, many of my other friends (don't bash them, they are some of my best friends) are against homosexuality in general, and would get mad at me if they knew I was posting this... so let's not tell them. For any of my other writing please look up Koigokoro-Love, for that is my normal account and not a borrowed account.
A/N:I accep flames
A/N: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender, or any of the charactors. This disclaimer covers all following chapters as well.
A/N: Warning this fic contains swearing, crude humor, and a gay relationship.
A/N: My beta is the same person who is letting me post this on her account.
Chapter 1 – Too Far
"Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid." Sokka kicked the ground in front of him with each word.
"Suck it up, Sokka. He's here to teach Aang. You know we need him." Katara's voice of reason came from next to him. Despite the words she said, Sokka could hear the disdain flowing underneath it all.
"I know, but he's still stupid. Stupid, anal, Fire Nation bas- Oow!"
"Watch out for the rock Sokka." Toph said sarcastically behind him, laughing as the Water Tribe warrior hopped on one foot.
"Oh shut up." He growled.
Toph laughed a bit more; flicking a pebble at his head and making him fall over.
"I wish you weren't blind. Then you could see that I was glairing at you."
"Don't worry; I can feel it just fine." She said, walking past him.
"Klutz." The voice of the object of Sokka's disdain came from above him, blocking out the sun for a moment. Grabbing a stick he swung at the firebenders shin – hard. The firebender easily avoided the attack, making the stick come back to hit Sokka between the eyes, just as hard. More snickers from above and Zuko continued walking, leaving Sokka in the dirt, still clinging to his foot, and now leaking from his eyes as well.
"Stupid, firebending asshole."
The first thing Sokka saw when he walked back into camp that night was Zuko. He and Aang were meditating by the fire. He watched as the firebenders chest rose, and fell, and then rose again, following the pattern of the fire. Or was it the fire following the pattern of his breathing? Probably the latter. He was a firebender after all.
Out of sheer spite Sokka picked up a rock and flung it at Zuko, but as soon as it got within five inches of his face, it was swallowed in a small burst of flame. Annoyed, Sokka picked up another, and another and another until there were no more pebbles around him anymore. The area around Zuko was, however, littered with scorched stones.
He spun around in a huff, intending to stomp off to help Momo scratch his ears when a sharp jolt came at the back of his head. Turning he saw nothing out of the ordinary, except Zuko now had a smirk on his scarred face. Stupid Firebending asshole! Sokka thought, enraged by the prince's childish behaviour.
He dreamed of love gone awry that night. It was a colourful dream; colourful colors, colourful outfits, colourful language. Yue and Suki never would have gotten along very well, would they have? But they were fighting over him, and that made Sokka smile in his dream.
But inevitably, the dream came to a close. Sokka lay in the silence of the early morning, awake but still very much asleep. He rolled over wiggling further into his warm bedroll. He wiggled some more, noticing something wrong. There was something sticky in his bedroll with him. Something sticky, and between his legs. Oh spirits! He did not just have a wet dream!
No, he didn't. Nothing erotic had happened in his colourful dream, just a lot of fighting. This wasn't right. Sitting up he looked down at his crotch.
"ZUKO!" He shouted.
"Shut up, I'm meditating." The amused voice of Zuko came from the pulsing fire.
"Don't tell me to shut up you prick! You put sap in my bedroll!"
Zuko smiled, suppressing laughter. "Really now? Are you sure that you weren't just dreaming of what's-her-name Moon Spirit, or Crazy-Warrior-Girl?"
Sokka scoffed, "Of course not!"
"Really? Then why are you blushing?"
"I-I-Your eyes are closed! How can you tell if I'm blushing?"
Zuko opened one eye, smiled more, and then closed it again, the smirk settling on his features. "I was right, wasn't I?"
"Shut-up! Thanks to you, I'm now stuck to my bedroll."
Still growling under his breath, Sokka hopped to his bag, high up in Appa's saddle. After a considerable amount of stretching he managed to make it fall off, his boomerang with it.
"Ow," he moaned, rubbing his head.
Searching through it, he found his hunting knife, extracting it and moving to sit by the fire. Although it was morning, there still wasn't enough light to do this safely.
"I'd warn you to be careful with that, in case you cut something off, but I don't think that's needed." Zuko commented.
"Well, at least you can't find anything to mock in my skill with a knife. Thank you." Sokka said grudgingly, but still surprised by the complement.
"No, I just don't think there's anything there to cut off."
"Oh, shut up!" He said, throwing a rock at the prince. Just like last night, it was blocked before it could do any damage. He didn't care though, too occupied by the problem of the sap. Leaning over himself, he shuffled through the fabric, pulling it as far off of his boxers as possible, and then cutting the sap that was connecting it.
He had freed himself from the bag by the time the rest of the gang was up. At least he didn't have to suffer the embarrassment of falling for another once of Zuko's pranks in front of everyone else. There was the time he had been lighting the fire, and it just wouldn't light, until after an hour of frustration it exploded in his face. It had taken days for his eyebrows to grow back in.
Standing up, he started to make his way to the bag he had left on the ground. The sun was almost all the way up now, but it was still chilly from the night. He could tell it was going to be calm flying.
Taking a step he heard a rip and fabric pulling at his legs. Looking down made him blush even more.
"What was that?" Toph asked.
"Nothing," Sokka insisted, his voice higher than normal. Awkwardly, he tried to cover up the ripped fabric that was hanging uselessly around him. "Shut up, Zuko! And Aang, don't even start."
"You have to admit though, that was pretty funny." Katara said, bringing him some new boxers and pants.
"No it wasn't!"
"Yes it was."
"Shut up, Zuko. It's all your fault."
"So?"
"So that gives you no right to say anything."
"Kind of like how you had no right to carry on about when you glued my shirt to me?" Zuko retorted. "Or when you sewed my bedroll shut. Or how about the time you soaked my hands in grease so that they caught fire when I was showing Aang some new moves?" The prince was on his feet now, his muscles tense with frustration.
"You kept going on about when you poured fire sauce in my food! And when you kept throwing rocks at me while I was meditating."
"That was you throwing them at me!" Zuko roared.
"You threw them back! Mine didn't even hit you!"
"It was still frustrating! And you weren't the one meditating, now were you!"
"That's it!" Sokka yelled as he lunged at Zuko. Zuko ducked, swinging his foot up in the air to make contact with Sokka's newly-clothed bottom.
Sokka reached for his sword, pulling out the black blade and hurtling at the Firebender, tip pointed directly at his face. Zuko stepped out of the way, sending fire balls after the warrior as he flew past. Sokka's hem was singed, smoking a little as he slashed at Zuko's bare chest. Zuko punched, fire extending past his fist and catching Sokka's shoulder, just as Sokka's blade slashed the outside of Zuko's wrist.
More fire flew and more black blade flashed at each other, both intending to kill, until Aang's voice broke through the concentration like ice. "STOP!"
They both froze, too shocked to continue by the tone in the 12-year-old avatar's voice. "Look at what you're both doing!" He shouted, fury that had not been seen in his gentle face now coming through with full force. "You've caught Appa's fur on fire, as well as a tree, and his saddle is slashed. You almost cut Momo's head off, not to mention the damage you've done to our stuff. This has gone on long enough. You are both acting foolish and I am ashamed to call you my teacher and friend. Smarten up."
For the first time Sokka and Zuko looked around the camp. Smoke was coming off of trees and clothing, bedrolls and backpacks were all split open. The damage would take at least another day to repair, if not longer.
"Sorry Aang," Sokka said sheepishly.
"Yeah, sorry," Zuko muttered, looking down at his feet.
"You should be. You're going to spend the rest of the day here cleaning up, and starting tomorrow you are going to spend your days and nights next to each other until you can get along without fighting." Aang said. No one had heard so much anger in his voice before, and the two teens agreed without a word, too afraid of what would happen if they didn't.