A/N: I think this is the last chapter—pairings are Zukka (of course), implied Jetaru (if you squint), and slight Kataang.

Sokka gaped, really he did. The house—mansion—was like—he couldn't even wrap his arm around it and he forgot to keep his mouth shut. One of his hands went through his hair and wrapped around the rubber band keeping it up in its pony tail, walking on auto pilot up the sidewalk through the drizzling rain with Zuko behind him. June was the only one of the three that remembered the blanket.

"Kami," Sokka finally breathed, gawking on their doorstep until Zuko pushed him aside, hiding a pleased smirk, and unlocking the door.

"Ladies first," He drawled, and Sokka glanced back at June, who just stood there internally snickering before looking back to Zuko, who was staring straight at him.

He straightened his shoulders, "I'm a man."

June rolled her eyes, pushing past the pair and into the house, "Just keep telling yourself that,"

Sokka walked in after her, "What's that supposed to mean?!"

She just smiled, pretending to ignore him and continuing down a hall. Sokka glanced around but as he stepped to follow her, Zuko grabbed him by the shoulder, pulling him in another direction. He squeaked, but Zuko didn't react, just half dragged half carried him up a flight of stairs and then another.

"What are you doing?" Sokka finally gasped when Zuko flung open a door and they stepped into a black room, with swords and maces on the walls, pictures of corpses plastered all the ceiling, "Is this your room?"

He scoffed, pulling open a closet door, "Please," He grabbed a red bundle of cloth and tossed it at Sokka, who held it up in front of him to reveal a scarlet, satin robe. "It's my sister's. I think you're about her size."

Sokka snorted. "I am way too manly!"

"Do you like it in De Nile?" Zuko said, trekking across the large room and opening a door that Sokka hesitantly walked to.

"I'm not in denial." He muttered to himself just before Zuko pushed him into the room, the door clicking just when he spun around.

"Take a shower or whatever," Zuko's muffled voice said, and he glanced around, eyes finally resting on a glass shower. It was big. "Have fun."

He surveyed the bubble bath and perfumes, and then grinned to himself.

"Okay, I will."

After an hour, Zuko marched up the stairs to his sister's room, ignoring June while she yelled to him her departure. He ripped the door opened and staggered back. Sokka was standing there, in the robe, wet hair sitting on his shoulders and dancing around in a storm of suds.

When Sokka saw Zuko, he snickered and sprayed jets of Azula's hair moose in his direction, oblivious to the door clicking locked, watching the bigger boy slide down the wall with happy eyes, bouncing on the balls of his feet, but then he frowned at a sudden plucking sensation in his gut.

"Um, Zuko?"

"Yeah," He said almost uneasily.

"Sorry about—uh—you know."

It was silent, and even Sokka froze, but then laughter filled with the room laced with relieved tension. "Sure, man, yeah, sorry for the times I kicked your ass."

"No worries, I let you win those fights." Sokka waved it off, sitting besides Zuko while the older boy laughed. He didn't notice or care about the slipping sleeve and his revealed shoulder. "Besides, you stopped before the year even ended." He smirked, "I must of scared you off."

Zuko snorted, "Whatever, I got sick of listening to you cry."

"Why?—because you're weak!" Sokka quickly quipped back, sticking his tongue at Zuko and smirking satisfied with himself.

"You're a retard."Zuko chuckled and jumped up to his feet. "Jet's coming over in a bit."

"Oooooh," Sokka wriggled his eyebrows in what he thought was suggestive, "Gonna have some man-loving tonight?"

He just scoffed and rolled his eyes, dropping a bundle of clothes that Sokka hadn't noticed before at his feet, "Come down whenever," He shrugged, opening the door and then added as an afterthought, "Maybe there will be."

It took Sokka a moment to realize he was referring to the 'man-loving'. He stood up, face beet red, and wondering if the older boy had taken him seriously. He gagged at the thought of Jet and Zuko, before giggling at his earlier image of them in pretty princess costumes.

The next day at school, Sokka was oddly pleased with himself, remembering the other night when he'd barged into Jet's attempts at making out with Zuko. He reveled in the memory of popping out of nowhere and ordering Zuko to take him home—the look one Jet's face was priceless. If someone offered him a million kagillion dollars in exchange for it, he'd say no without a second thought.

It was ruined when he walked into fifth period, and he saw Jin humping Zuko. Well, he felt betrayed, first of. She was, after all, his freshman, and therefore obligated to have the same non-romantic feelings as he did for the scar faced boy. He didn't feel like he was trespassing onto their privacy when he let the gym door slam behind him, and stomped to the boys locker rooms. Stupid man-whore Zuko, he seethed to himself and began to strip rapidly.

When the door swung open, he expected a flood of excited boys pulling their clothes off, but instead there was an angry jerk sauntering over to him. "What's wrong?" He asked, a lot too smugly for Sokka.

"Besides you sucking face with a freshman?" Sokka shot back, dropping his shirt to the floor and folding his arms in front of his chest. He decided to keep his pants on. His eyes widened and he had to stop himself from giggling and blurting out—ha! Keep my pants on!

Zuko arched an eyebrow at him, "Aw, are you jealous?"

Sokka reeled back into his locker, and spluttered, "Jealous?—what?! Me?—of what?—you and Jin? Please, why would I be jealous of you?! She's like another little sister to me!"

"Not of me, idiot," His smirk widened the more flustered Sokka became, "Of—"

"Jin?!" His face flushed pink, "No way, I mean, you're a man-whore. You probably have herpes," He wrinkles his nose, "Or syphilis,"

"Hey, I'm totally disease free! And, Jet's a 'man-whore'," He used air quotes, "Too, but I bet you wouldn't have cared so much if it was him, would you?"

"Yes, I, ugh," He began to contradict him, but his mouth clamed shut and he looked away, turning his back to the larger boy, "That's not the point."

"Oh?" Zuko drawled, stalking towards him until he was standing right behind him.

"Wait a minute," Sokka half turned and jumped when he came face to chest with Zuko. "Dude, are you—are you coming onto me? Cause," I don't dig whores.

However, before he could finish his train of thoughts, Zuko's mouth clamped onto his. His mind blanked, and, the next day he'd deny it, but he swooned when arms wrapped around him and pulled him closer.

"Wait," He gasped breathlessly after what seemed like forever, snapping his head away from Zuko, "I don't wanna—don't wanna be like—um, Jet or June, or you know."

"Who says you are?" Zuko quickly replied before slamming his mouth onto Sokka's.

At first, the water nation boy didn't want to separate from him, lips automatically parting when a tongue slid across them beseechingly, and then Zuko's tongue was in his mouth. He couldn't think, and didn't even noticed when he moaned or was pressed closer to the other boy, until someone banged at the door, and yelled for them to unlock it. He jerked away.

"That—that answer's not good enough." He stammered, staring up at the other boy's golden eyes with as much defiance as he could muster. It wasn't much, what with his mind clouded by hormones. "Um, you should open the door."

There was a moment of silence, where Zuko simply gazed down into his aquamarine eyes, and Sokka steeled himself not to feel giddy, and the brunette's head lowered to the other. Sokka got ready to rip himself from Zuko, but then the arms unwrapped themselves from him, and Zuko let out a disappointed sigh before stepping away.

"Fine," He leaned against a locker without looking away from him, "What do you need me to do?"

Okay, he hadn't been expecting that, and Sokka wasn't good at hiding the bewildered look in his eyes, until he cleared his throat and the first thing that flashed in his mind was said, "Take me to the homecoming dance." His eyes widened—God, I'm stupid! He yelled at himself. "Um, wait, no, that was a,"

"A great idea, Sokka," Zuko tilted his head to the side, eyes lighting up. "I'll pick you up at seven." Before Sokka could try and take back his faulty words, he was already on his way to the door. "Wear something nice, eh?"

Sokka's butt dropped to a bench and he proceeded in knocking himself unconscious with the help of a greenish brown locker door.

"Uh," Sokka cleared his throat as he knocked on his younger sister's bedroom door. He couldn't believe he was actually doing this, the day before the dance.

It'd been a week since Zuko asked him out—or had he asked Zuko out?—and the week had been spent with two notes in his locker reminding him, one from Zuko and the other from June, and his face turning various shades of pink and red while the fire nation boy, er, expressed his 'adoration'. Sokka was actually a little impressed. He'd spent most of his high school life walking in on Zuko making out with or groping some boy or girl, but that hadn't happened during the past week. Either Zuko was getting better at the art of 'discreet' or he actually cared. It was amazing how much Sokka wished it was the latter.

"What is it, Sokka?" Katara demanded, door flung open, and Sokka blinked his eyes at where Aang, Toph and Haru sat in her room.

"Uh, I need some, um—help?" Sokka tried not to back away, but then her eyes softened with newfound bewilderment.

"With what?" She inquired, walking into her room and waving him in.

He shut the door behind them, "The—um—dance,"

"Aw," She cooed, dropping onto the spot on her bed next to Aang. Sokka didn't like how close they were. "You finally asked Suki out?"

He blushed and sat down at his desk chair, eying Haru from where he sat across the room next to Toph, actually not looking at Sokka's sister.

"Um, no, I kind of, sort of,"

"Oh, spit it out, snoozles!" Toph snorted, leaning into Katara's bean bag chair, "I haven't got all day."

"Am going with Zuko," He forced it out, and then there was stillness.

The first person to react was Toph, who fell over herself laughing, clutching her stomach and crumpling to the floor racked in giggles. Oh, yes, this was so helping his manhood. For once in his life, he was so glad that Katara was mature to the point of fault, when she spoke.

"Be quiet, Toph, this is great, Sokka!" Aren't we a little too excited? He thought to himself, arching an eyebrow at the arm Aang was slinging around Katara's shoulders. The bald boy quickly dropped it, until she shot him a look and put the arm back. Oh, so now we're being insolent! "What're you going to wear?!"

"It should be something gay—like, really gay!" Toph replied before Sokka could. "I bet you've got something, Harry."

Haru's face went pink, and then Sokka said, somberly, "You know what, Toph? You're right! God," He giggled into his hands, "That'd be hysterical! But," He sighed and scratched the back of his head, "I can't."

"Huh? Why not, snoozles?"

Haru got up, murmuring something about finding Jet.

"I just can't." He shrugged, and looked to Katara, who answered with a knowing smile.

"I think there's something in your closet."

"Sounds gay to me," Toph sniffed in their living room while she waited with Sokka, saying her date was supposed pick her up at seven at Sokka's house too. She shook her head at the description of a pink dress shirt, and gray skinnies and a silver blazer. "I thought you said we weren't going with my gay idea?"

The doorbell rang just when he was about to answer with a severely un-witty response. He jumped up and announced that he'd get it, but frowned when he saw Suki and Zuko standing there. "Hey, Toph!"

He yelled, stepping back from them while Suki smiled at him sheepishly.

"What, snoozles?!" She shrieked back, stomping besides him in her black and emerald dress. "Is my date here?"

"Is your date Suki?"

She smirked deviously, and offered her arm out in front of her blindly, "Oh, definitely,"

Suki's sheepishness increased while she hooked her arm with Toph and the younger girl exclaimed, "Let's roll, love,"

"Yeah, whatever, angel face," She rolled her eyes and winked at Sokka, who blinked at her and turned to Zuko, who smirked back at him.

I blush way too much around this guy. He thought to himself, and he jumped when Zuko offered him a single, scarlet rose. His heart rate must have sped up a thousand times its regular speed when he held it in his hand, and a trillion times when Zuko took his hand in his and pulled him out through the door.

He nearly forgot to lock the door.

Sokka waved to Jin when he spotted her in the gymnasium, but she glared at him, and turned back to the brunette boy she'd been complaining to. He wilted a little, and frowned when Zuko just shrugged. Across the dance floor, Sokka frowned at Haru and Jet doing something he, uh, didn't want to think about. When he saw the shorter boy pout though, he sighed and led him towards the dance floor, wrapping an arm around his neck.

"Dance with me?" He whispered, and when the warm breath slid against Sokka's ear, he shuddered.

"Y-Yeah," He stuttered, walking ahead of him and out of the other's arm, in an attempt to salvage his dignity.

He was getting ready for grinding and convulsing, but it was like as soon as they walked onto the dance floor, the DJ put on a slow song. He didn't even consider that Zuko bribed the DJ when the older boy dropped his hand to Sokka's back and waist, smirking at the way the tan boy tensed and looked anywhere but at his face. For a second, it was quiet, but that didn't last for long.

"Wait the hell up," Sokka narrowed his eyes and glared straight ahead at Zuko's collarbone. "Why do you get to be the boy?"

He knew which position was which from the movies! That's right. Zuko couldn't fool him!

"Um," Zuko drawled as if it was the most obvious thing, "Be serious, Sokka. In this relationship, just who do you think will be dominant?"

His head twitched for a split moment with sudden realization, "Aw, man,"

Zuko chuckled, slyly pulling Sokka closer to him, and then the shorter boy glared up at him, only to gasp when he discovered that Zuko had been gazing down at him the whole time. Without thinking, he pushed himself up on his tippy-toes and pecked Zuko on his bottom lip just barely, and looked away when the scarred boy blinked down at him, unaware of the pure smile stretching across his face.

"Seriously, Sokka? That wasn't a real kiss." Zuko breathed out, smashing his mouth against Sokka, and pulling his hand through the chestnut hair, and then pulling away after a little more than three minutes. "Do you want to go out—like, um, what's it called?"

"Committed?" Sokka scoffed sarcastically, and Zuko smirked.

"Yeah, that, do you?"

Sokka actually blinked at him, a little taken aback before nodding, "Yeah—I do."

They were kissing before he could even fully say it all.

"He's so gay!" Toph yelled from across the gym, turning from Suki after she whispered what was going on to the blind girl, and when he heard it, he didn't deny it.

A/N: Well, I liked it!