Disclaimer: I do not own Reincarnation: The Final Breezemover (but I wish I owned Sukka).

A/N: I only just got into this fanfic thing (I prefer drawing Manga, but my friend Sasahara (aka Ben Takeyo) thinks it'll help improve my manga authoring skills). I'm gonna try my best but I doubt I'll get much acclaim…

Chapter One

"His Boiling Rocks"

It was an unusually cold night that night (if only because for a cave at the edge of a boiling lake situated below a volcano one would have expected it to be a little warmer). Sukka and Zoko sat there around a meek fire both contemplating the events of only a few hours prior…

"I can't believe I failed again." Said Sukka with a pained expression on his young, healthy face. "The escape plan was a complete failure and now I've lost Puki forever."

Zoko couldn't bear to see his newfound friend like this so he got up and sat closer to the young Watertribesman.

"You know, it's not all your fault." said the young virile Fire Prince "If my sister hadn't interfered and Mei hadn't betrayed me it would have been a success." Sukka looked at him with eyes draped in sorrow. "Besides Sukka, I've come to realize just how amazing a mind you truly have." Young Zoko's words were only hiding his most secret thoughts You have an amazing mind Sukka….and an amazing body

Sukka was sitting in there clad only in his crude Water Tribe underwear while his clothes aired out at the front of the cave. The prince took this time to appreciate the delicate contours of his companion's well defined body: his chiseled abs, his firm jaw, his powerful back flexing with strong, sinewy muscle, those rippling biceps…no doubt a product of his sword training. Zoko too, used swords and he was playing around with the idea of crossing swords with Sukka sometime (though presently, he was interested in a differentkind of fencing).

"Hey Zoko?"

Zoko was roused from his sinful thoughts by this sudden question.

"Zoko, do you think that maybe the reason why I lost Puki and Nue is because I'm not meant to have love?...Because I don't deserve it?" Sukka said this with a lost look in his eyes.

"What!? No, of course not Sukka." Said Zoko, he was longing to tell him that all the love he deserved could be found right here in his arms.

"Well it's just that lately I've realized that the only who I really seem to connect with in this motley crew of ours is…well, you." Sukka was looking into Zoko's eyes now, in his mind he fought hard against himself for saying so much Dammit Sukka what are you thinking saying something like that! This guy is a prince!! PRINCES AREN'T GAY!!

As Zoko looked back into those beseeching eyes of his Water Tribe hunk he saw within them a same kind of longing that he recognized at once within himself.

Well I'm trapped on a deadly volcanic island in the middle of nowhere with no chance of escape and danger lurking right across the lake. I might as well take a chance. Zoko steeled his nerves and prepared himself for this death-defying leap of faith. He swallowed hard and let out in the softest of voices:

"Sukka, I love you…"

Sukka's world shattered. He actually wondered if he had somehow managed to ingest some of the Earth Nation's exotic Cactus Water and that all of this was just a hallucination. Then he realized, as he peered into Zoko's eyes just how real and just how wonderful all of this truly was.

"I love you too Zoko…I love you….and I want you….now."

You didn't need to tell Zoko twice. He seized the young warrior's body by the shoulders and planted upon his lips a deep, passionate kiss. Sukka soon returned the favour by making his own lustful assertions with his tongue. Their mouths played over each other in wild sort of beastlike mania and pretty soon their lips weren't the only things moving. Sukka reached his hand beneath Zoko's shirt and grabbed hungrily at his firm chest, playing around with the prince's nipple while delighting in the sounds of Zoko's pleased moans at his touch. Not to be outdone, Zoko decided to one-up the northern warrior by heading straight for his 'North Pole'.

Even through the cloth of Sukka's undergarments Zoko could feel the firmness of his lover's arousal, he decided to waste no time. Zoko borke the marathon kiss-much to Sukka's chagrin-so that his mouth would be free to give some attention to the tanned warrior's nether region. Firelight danced on their half-naked bodies as Zoko slowly undid Sukka's undergarments. Then, he held onto it as firmly and tenderly as he could and with surprising speed Zoko released into the night air Sukka's brown…thick…meaty...

"Sausage?"

"EEEKKKK!!"

Ogiue fell from her chair with a resounding thud. Above her stood Kanji Sasahara holding what looked like two white plastic bags.

"Sorry, Ogiue-san" said Sasahara as he helped her back to her seat "I went and got us some food from that new European restaurant that opened in Shibuya. I got you German sausage, it's delicious and hard to pronounce."

"Oh, well thanks Sasahara-san." said a still startled Ogiue who was at that moment wondering why she gave this boy the keys to her apartment…Oh yes now she remembered, he was her boyfriend.

"What were you doing?" said Sasahara with that innocent smile of his "Were you working on that new doujinshi?"

"Actually it was that fanfic thing that you told me about. I chose to write about a western cartoon since most of the members of the site are westerners. In fact it's sort of ironic that they're mostly westerners when they have pen names like Princess Of Japanese Anime and Kazu, the Ero Prince Of Anime." Ogiue giggled lightly at this fact.

"Well why don't you call yourself 'Ogiue, Fujoshi Extraordinaire'?" said Sasahara with a smile.

"Baka." Said Ogiue (who couldn't help but smile herself when she saw the warmth in Saasahara's face). "So what are you doing tonight?"

"Well, I came over to help you work on that Doujinshi but by the time we get any significant work done it'll be late so I guess…I'll just sleep here tonight." Sasahara paused "That is, if you want me to…"

"Uhhh well, I guess so…if it's for the Doujinshi then I guess there's no choice." Said Ogiue in a voice that poorly hid her uneasiness.

"Yeah…ok." Said Sasahara.

My name is Chika Ogiue. I am a second year student at Shiiou University and I am also a member of the Society for the Study of Modern Visual Culture also known as the Genshiken; it's really just a bunch of dirty otakus who do nothing but read manga, watch anime, cosplay, build models and play porn games. I love Yaoi porn and I enjoy drawing Yaoi manga (though I've only put out one so far) and that's why I'm a member of the Genshiken too. I met my boyfriend in there during my first year. He confessed to me just two days ago and since then we have only kissed once, nothing more. I don't like taking the lead and I hate having to use my initiative…but I want more from our relationship and my want grows stronger everyday.sigh I wish Sasahara-san were more Seme like I imagine him in my Yaoi fantasies…

Disclaimer (the REAL one): Genshiken is the awesome property of Kio Shimoku. Not me. It's never me….NEVER!!cries

A/N: Wow, I never thought that I'd actually get around to finally putting out a fic….neways please read and review! I should have the next chapter up after my exams are over (which is a SUPER LONG TIME from now).