This is an eventual ZUKKA fic with somewhat dirty scenes later on. So don't say i didnt warn you!
Summer is over. Which unfortunately means we have to go back to school. I arrive much earlier than everyone else, so I take my stuff up to my room to unpack.
At the sounds of the first engine cautiously manoeuvring the dirt track that leads to the school, I cross the room to kneel on a bed and look out the first floor window at the new arrivals. I'm not watching them, not really, I'm looking for people. I spot Aang, one of my roommates, easily in the crowds below.
He lives in a nearby monastery and the monks there make him shave his head, but he lets it grow during term time because he likes it better that way. But his baldness isn't the thing that makes him stand out most; the large arrow tattoo on his head is his most easily distinguishable feature. The one on his head goes down his back, with other arrows breaking off to twirl around each of his limbs. Apparently he had them when the monks found him abandoned on their doorstep. He was only two and almost starved to death.
As if feeling my gaze, he looks up at me and smiles. He makes his way through the crowds and – within moments – is entering the room. He's the fastest person in a school for people with special talents in the fighting area, just like I'm the most flexible. "How many times do I have to tell you, Sokka! I don't like it when you go on my bed!"
"What? I can't perv up the new recruits?" We both know that's not what I'm doing, but he doesn't show any disbelief at what I just said. I'm not sure if I should be insulted or not. I keep looking out of the window waiting, watching long after everyone has gone inside and the courtyard is eerily empty.
Aang puts a hand on my shoulder "Dinners ready." I don't move, or even acknowledge him. "I know how much you miss him – even I do – but it doesn't look like he's coming today. You know Zuko; he'll turn up eventually." I resign myself and let the shorter boy lead me to the main hall for the welcome back speech, dinner and our timetables for the year.
"Aw, man! Triple martial arts on Thursdays? You have got to be kidding me!" I throw myself onto my bed and give a mock cry of despair. "At least we're in the same classes again." He notes happily. In this school, you are put into classes according to your ability, not your age. If Aang and I were in the same classes again, that means Zuko is most likely to be with us too. Between the three of us, we have three separate normal years, what with Aang being 14, Zuko 16, and me 15. But our age doesn't matter, because were in the top class and are the best in our school in our speciality areas.
A teacher can be heard yelling in the corridor that it is lights out time. "I'm going to hit the hay. You staying up again?" I nod. Over the past few years – the ones that I've been here – I've become insomniac and can only sleep in the holidays or when I become exhausted – usually about once a fortnight. I take the book resting on my dresser-disguised-as-a-bookshelf and begin to read. Now, don't get me wrong – I like action and fighting, but there's only so much of that kind of thing I can take.
I mostly read romance novels. Well, romance is a loose term, it's more like … a gay porn novel? Yes, that sounds right. Only, I keep them hidden because I'd never hear the end of it if anyone found out. I make a nest out of bedding for myself and slowly chew on my left thumbnail as I take it in.
"You know what I want to hear…" Alex purred, completely enjoying his authority over the captive boy. The green eyes of the native met his own amber ones, and within them he could see that he had won. The boy was completely and utterly broken. "Please…" He whined, averting his eyes and rattling his restraints in an enticing manner. "Please what?" The officer teasingly slid his hand down his trousers and began playing with himself. The native, he noticed, was beet red and erect as anything. "Fuck me." Alex looked at him expectantly, waiting for more. "Hard." The native added. This seemed to be what the officer was waiting for because he strode across the room and…
A chink of light was let into the room as the door opened and a familiar muscular figure slunk into the room. It crossed to the only free bed and began rummaging in the bags it had dumped there.
"I should have known you'd be up." Zuko said without turning to look at me. "You know me, watching you and Aang sleep turns me on." He's silent, and only speaks once he's stripped down to his boxers and is in bed.
"What're you reading that's so interesting?" I sigh, turning off the lamp. "Go to bed, Zu, it'll be a long day tomorrow – first ones back always are." Within minutes his breathing has evened out to sleep-mode, so I turn the light back on and continue to read.
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