This story is a branch off sequel to my story 'Fire Child'. so if you haven't read it, some details will be confusing. I decided to do the wedding of Zuko and Sokka.There will be Mpreg; Sokka can bare children. Cross dressing: Hehe Sokka in a dress. And Zuko/Sokka; as well as other various parings. This story will be a 2 parter

Mpreg and cross dressing, these are some of my favorite things! Hehe, Enjoy.

"I-I have to what?!"

Zuko sighed out of exasperation, though at the same time, he was glad he was not the only one having to endure the traditions of marriage. However, the servants flinched at the exclamation and one servant girl was trying to calm the Fire Lord's bride-to-be.

"I'm not wearing this! It's a... It's a..." Sokka couldn't even say it, gesturing wildly to the flowing scarlet and gold fabric that was being shown to him, "I can't wear this!"

"It's a traditional garment that is always worn at the bonding ceremony," the one servant girl said, being the only female in the room, she had a better coping ability to temper influenced yelling, "Lord Zuko is the Fire Lord, and the garments are a pair, so you are the Fire Lady." Sokka was not calmed down by the explanation.

"I'm not a woman!"

Zuko shook his head and leaned against the wall casually, watching the scene unravel. The 'garment' was a traditional Fire Nation wedding gown; scarlet, gold, and slim. His own mother had worn the dress, he knew, when she had married his father. He was not conceived when it took place, but his uncle would gladly tell the tale to a group of spectators and he would hear it over and over again. He wondered how Sokka would look in the garment; that is, if they ever got it on the stubborn Water Tribe man.

Zuko caught a movement out of the corner of his eye and his yellow orbs darted to the door that was ajar. He saw one yellow eye and one red eye peering in at the excitement while Sokka was still aghast at realizing he had to wear a very elegant dress in front of a crowd of highly ranked people. Zuko strode casually over to the door and opened it, making two young children jump back and stumble over each other with a chorused yelp. One was a boy, Zuko and Sokka's son, Heisui. The boy was now 9, his birthday had been at the end of spring, and it was now summer. The girl was Heisui's friend, Kaijin, who was not supposed to be in the palace. Zuko stepped into the hallway, closing the door behind him so the people in the room would not be disturbed.

"You shouldn't listen in on other's conversations." Zuko warned and both children stood up quickly.

"We-we weren't listening!" Kaijin replied squeakily, not wanting to get into trouble by the Fire Lord.

"Yeah! We were just, just..." Heisui tried disparately looking for a reason why they were spying, "Uh..."

"We were walking by." Kaijin filled in.

"Yeah, we were!" Heisui confirmed and despite himself, Zuko's mouth cracked into a smile, which was a very rare and only a few people accomplished it; for example Sokka and his uncle.

"If the advisors had caught you, you'd have been in a lot more trouble." Zuko assured them and beckoned them to follow, walking down the luxurious palace carpeted hall. Heisui and Kaijin followed cautiously; the Fire Lord was very intimidating still.

"What... what was my dad yelling about?" Heisui finally asked, braver than most people to talk to the Fire Lord. He was still not yet fully conscious of the ranking system in any element, but he knew that Zuko was a very powerful bender, more than he was, that is why he felt intimidation, not because of a hierarchy, like Kaijin, just from raw power made him respect his other father. Zuko sighed in frustration, something he did not show anyone else but family; he had to be mindful to his son, determined not to be as his own father was to him.

"Sokka refuses to wear the traditional marriage garment." Zuko explained and Heisui tilted his head to the side, wondering why his father would make such a big deal out of some clothes. Sure he knew his father didn't like Fire Nation clothes, but he'd never refused to wear them. Kaijin giggled though, knowing more about traditional Fire Nation events than him.

"I think Lady Sokka would look pretty in the gown." She commented and Heisui's eyes widened in shock that his best friend had just said that.

"What?!" He exclaimed, Kaijin blinking at him, curious to why he had such an outburst, "My dad isn't going to wear a dress! And he's not a girl!"

"So?" Kaijin said quite plainly, "I still think he would look pretty in a royal gown," she looked off a bit dreamily, "I wish I could wear it, it was so gorgeous." Heisui make a childish gagging noise, tongue out of his mouth, index finger halfway in his mouth, like all little boys do, "Oh stop it, its not like you have to wear it."

"If I did I'd burn it." Heisui said and Zuko laughed dryly.

"Sokka would if he could." Zuko assured and stopped at a door, which was Heisui's room, looking back to the children, "Heisui, keep her out of sight, or she'll be thrown out if the advisors see her." Kaijin was a mere villager, a common person; the advisors did not like the thought of commoners in the royal palace, and they also feared that Heisui would develop feelings for her, which in their view, was bad. Heisui was to marry another royal family when he was older, that is what the advisors had tried to do to Zuko, and it might have worked if he had not found Sokka as his love. Zuko was not as strict as his father had been about keeping the blood lines pure. Heisui was half royal blood in everyone's eyes, but he was still royalty none the less and the advisors had decided to breed the Water Tribe blood out in the next generation; if they had their way.

Heisui nodded and they went into his room to play, the door being shut after him. Zuko turned and walked back down the way he'd come, wondering if they'd convinced Sokka to wear the dress yet.

Making it back to the room and peaking in, he only saw 4 people since all the regular servants seem to have left. There was Sokka, the one female servant, a sewing woman and a male seamstress. Sokka didn't look too happy about the set up; for lack of better words, he'd been talked into it until he had no more points to argue. His masculinity, or what was left of it, did not concern them, and neither did his pride. He was currently standing on a short table so he was elevated to a level they could work with. The female servant was supervising as they were fitting the royal gown on his fairly feminine frame. Sokka saw Zuko and gave a disapproving and agitated look.

"How is it coming?" Zuko asked and the female servant grinned while Sokka scowled.

"Lousy." Sokka huffed and yelped as the sewing woman pinned him.

"Don't squirm." The older woman ordered just as huffily as Sokka. The woman was old and had good reason to be grouchy to another grouchy person. The servant girl approached and bowed before speaking to the Fire lord.

"Fairly well, there is not much need for adjustment," she said, idly her eyes drifting to the ceiling thoughtfully, "Though the bust did need to be taken in a bit and the hemming needed to be taken up..."

"Its not my fault Fire Nation people are so freakishly tall! Ow! I wasn't squirming!"

"That was not for squirming." The woman replied coolly and Sokka simmered in his frustration a bit while the male seamstress laughed lightly.

"Also," the female servant went on, ignoring what was going on behind her, "since Lady Sokka is carrying, he will have to try it on again before the wedding to make sure it fits correctly then." The wedding was scheduled for the middle of summer, a month away, and Sokka was already 2 months carrying their next child; it was partially why Sokka was so irritated and moody, and Zuko was still getting use to being around someone so hormonal. The dress would most likely be fine because pregnancy didn't start to really show until around 3 to 4 months; Sokka was already starting to get a rounder belly, his normally smooth abs bulging outward some. Zuko was still amazed that he was going to have another child; he was still getting use to the first one.

"And that's all," the female servant said and shooed him, though politely, "The Lord is really not suppose to see his Lady in gown." Zuko did not like being told what to do and what not to do, but for tradition's sake (and his sake of not being bothered by his advisors), he would agree to leave. With one last glance and his yellow eyes meeting Sokka's blue he could see his bride-to-be desperately wanted to be helped out of this dress business, but Zuko had no reign over how the marriage would be done, besides, he did want to see Sokka in red. He turned to leave then and the female servant shut the door after him before turning to the other 3 in the room, ready to get down to business with the dress.

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"This is ridiculous; I don't want to wear a dress." Sokka whined as he walked down the hall with Zuko, arm hooked with his husband-to-be, leaning against him heavily, feeling the need for contact right now, glad to be in regular clothes again.

"It's only for one evening." Zuko assured him but Sokka's nose still wrinkled defiantly.

"I still don't want to." The Water Tribe man pouted and Zuko restrained a sigh; Sokka could be so childish at times, hormones were only making it worse. A good deal of the time it took a lot of restraint not to snap at him, he remembered the last time he had, only couple weeks before. It was something stupid, he didn't even remember why they had fought, but he remembered yelling and he shot some fire and he had ended up making his lover cry, and it was not easy to make Sokka cry, not normally. It just showed how emotional and unstable Sokka was and it had sent him on a not too common guilt trip. Zuko was not use to being gentle and it was trying on his limited patience, but he'd managed for some time not to get angry; but it was very hard not to blow up when Sokka had a temper tantrum. Luckily so far they were so far and in between, but the dress subject stirred everything up today.

"Don't worry about it." Zuko murmured and as they entered their room, kissing Sokka's temple, hoping that Sokka was in a touch mood, sometimes Sokka wanted nothing to do with him and didn't want any comforting kisses or touches, which actually seemed to be harder on Zuko's nerves because he couldn't do anything. He hated to not be able to do anything; he hated loosing a sense of control and order. Today he was lucky and Sokka sighed, aggravation soothing over audibly. Zuko shut the door and unhooked their arms; instead he wrapped his arm around Sokka's shoulders and his lover accepted it, resting the side of his head on Zuko's collar bone, just wanting to be held tonight.

"How tall was your mother anyway?" Sokka suddenly asked and in the quiet and almost sensual atmosphere, the question almost made Zuko laugh out loud, but he only smiled and hugged his lover a bit tighter, very glad that the mood was lightened.

"Tall enough to face my father." Zuko replied and Sokka sighed pleasantly, a calm falling in the room that suited them both, minds putting off the wedding for another time.

Part 2 will come soon. Review please