Once upon a time…well, in the future, I mean present… kinda… OK, so three days from now: there was… is…will be… Ah, screw it!

OK, once upon last night there was a man, and his man-whore. I mean…wrong story. Shit! Alright, deep breathe, calm down, alright.

One more time…

Once upon sometime yesterday afternoon, there was a boy, and his boy-friend. Not like "boyfriend" boyfriend, but friend, who happens to be a boy (and he happens to sleep with on occasion). Anyway, Zuko were leaving school as Sokka ran up to him, grabbed Zuko's hand and said: "Feed me!"

Zuko rolled his eyes, and mumbled: "Fine." And they walked to the car, Sokka holding onto the pant loop on the back of Zuko's pants like a leash. They drove to get some delicious, and conveniently quick, food. In the drive thru, while Zuko was ordering, Sokka placed his hand on Zuko's thigh, and began to rub it with a perverted smirk on his face.

Zuko's voice cracked a little as he ordered, and he glanced at Sokka with a raised eyebrow, but didn't say anything. Sokka licked his lips. Zuko turned away, his face red, and then drove around to pay, and get their food.

Zuko had decided to be cheap by not buying himself, or Sokka drinks; He did, however, get one for Azula, because, after all, the princess only drank Dr. Pepper, but there wasn't any at home, but there was plenty of root beer for Zuko and Sokka. But while driving home, the food began to smell so delicious that Sokka could not help but begin to devour his sandwich made of the meat of a chicken, hot, and surrounded by cheese and honey mustard. "Ohm-nom-nom," Sokka said while he munched away.

Zuko glanced at Sokka form the corner of his eye. "That smells good," he said in a slightly glaring mumble.

"It IS good!" Sokka said happily, taking another bite. Zuko made a sad face. He wanted his sandwich of numminess too! Sokka looked from Zuko, to his sandwich, then back to Zuko and pressed it to the other boy's lips saying: "But I get some of yours when we get home! OK?"

"Fine," Zuko said taking a bite as he merged into the next lane of traffic to make a left hand turn. The honey mustard ended up getting on his face, because of the driving and eating and what not.

"How does my meat taste?" Sokka asked with a perverted smirk. "Good?" Sokka giggled and pointed to his cheek, in the same spot that Zuko had the remnants of his bite of heaven. "You got something right there." Zuko moved to wipe it away, but then Sokka yelled that he should always keep both hands on the wheel while driving. "It's OK! I'll get it for you!"

"That is what I was afraid of," Zuko said. By now the thick, sticky liquid was dripping down to his chin as he slowed down the car as is the light turned yellow ahead of him. Sokka leaned over the arm rest and licked away the sauce all the way from Zuko's chin to his cheekbone. Zuko blushed and he hit the breaks a little harder than he had meant to, causing him to bring the car to a jerky stop. "What were you thinking? You could have killed us!" Zuko snapped.

Sokka leaned back in his seat and smiled. "No, you could have killed us. I was saving your life. You could have died if that was on your face for much longer."

"Doubt it," Zuko mumbled, taking his foot off the break and pressing the gas as the light turned green.

They drove for a little longer in silence, and Sokka shifted in his seat looking at the bag of food between his legs. "Can I eat your sandwich, too?" he asked.

"No," Zuko said firmly.

"Can I eat Azula's?" he asked with a sly smile on his face.

"If you want her to kill you, then yes," Zuko said and Sokka smiled and moved to reach for the food. "You know I am not speaking metaphorically, right?" Sokka stopped, making a pouting face. "I thought so."

Sokka set the food in the back seat, so he wouldn't be tempted. But as the minutes passes, and they grew closer and closer to Zuko's house, the time seemed to slow down, and Sokka grew thirsty. He tried to resist the urge, but it grew and grew within him. He eyed Azula's Dr. Pepper. He hated the foul drink, but he was terribly thirsty; parched, really. His mouth was a desert (that's a metaphor, children) a terrible, barren desert.

Sokka slowly forced the straw through the place where the plastic made an opening. It was a tight fit, but they were perfectly formed for one another. Once the straw was in, he knew that he had forever changed the hole of the lid, but he did not think about it at the moment. All he wanted was to get satisfied. One moment for pleasure and an eternity of pain; was it worth it?

Sokka lowered his face to the cup and took one long sip of the drink; it tasted disgusting, but it felt so good. Better than anything in the entire world. He moaned, and Zuko glanced at Sokka to see what he was doing. His eyes grew large as he realized what grave mistake Sokka had made. "What are you doing!? Azula will kill you! Why would you drink her Dr. Pepper?!"

Sokka raised his face and gave Zuko his lot puppy face. "It's your head, not mine," Zuko said.

Sokka's eyes grew large. "Don't tell her! I didn't take a drink I absorbed it a little. That's all!"

"You- what?" Zuko asked, confused.

"Absorbed it" Sokka said slowly, for clarification. "And if you tell her any different, I'll fuck you so damn hard in your sleep you'll feel it for a 5 months, 23 day, and 19 hours!"

Zuko blushed a violet red. "Fine," he mumbled angry.

"Oh no!" Sokka yelled, looking at the straw. "There's pop on the straw! She'll know! I'm dead!"

Zuko eyed the straw and said simply: "So wipe it off."

Sokka grabbed the straw and frantically tired to wipe it off on his shirt. "It won't come off! It's on the inside!" He blew into the straw, and sucked it fast to try and get rid of the drops of Dr. Pepper. "Ah! It's no good! No good!" he screamed, and threw the straw out the open window. "Azula didn't get a straw, you hear me?!" Sokka yelled. "She can go murder the drive through guy, but not me!" Sokka paused. "Wait! You have straws at home, right?"

Zuko raised an eyebrow. "Yes…" He answered slowly, turning the corner.

"PERFECT!" Sokka screamed happily. "I win! YAY!"

"Congratulations," Zuko said unenthusiastically.

Sokka leaned in close to Zuko as he pulled into the driveway and whispered in his ear: "Remember: if you don't tell her, I'll give you a special treat." He winked and got out of the car. Zuko looked at Sokka, slightly dazed, but sure of one thing: Azula must never- ever- find out.