From an experiment came something, and that something found love.
Quote from Chapter: "Yeah. Wood smells really good depending on the conditions and right now is a good time to take a whiff." He finished awkwardly."
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|Experiment: Aang|
.Chapter Two.
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Aang couldn't contain his excitement. After the initial shock of his house burning down, he thought about a lot of things. What school he'd be going to? How would the house look? How big was it?
Jun on the other hand seemed uninterested. She fell asleep about ten minutes into the drive. Aang couldn't blame her it was quiet in the car and the repetitive sound of the wheels on tar, could easily lull you to sleep.
But not him. The bright Iights that sprung up on the highway made it look like a bunch of stars. Made him feel like he was in the Milky Way.
He couldn't stop thinking about Zuko either. This would be the first time he had someone actually living together with him. Jun was great for practical stuff but he's always wanted a brother or a sister to talk to about personal stuff. He hoped that he and Zuko could be like that then after he, Sokka and Zuko could all be friends.
Aang just had this huge grin plastered on his face he must look like an idiot.
"Aang," Iroh called and brought he's attention to the front. "Are you okay? You've been grinning for a while now."
He smiled. "I'm just excited." He discovered that Iroh had an accent he was unable to identify but it sounded cool on him.
"Oh, really?" he turned a corner.
"Yeah! I've never been out of my neighbourhood before because Jun thinks that she'll have to bail me out of jail." He shrugged his shoulder. "I don't see that happening though. Oh, and I've never had anyone besides Jun live with me. Well, she doesn't really live with me, more like a daily visit."
Iroh laughed. "You're quite talkative. That's good. I think my nephew may like you."
Aang smiled wider. "Really? I hope so. I've always wanted a brother to tell secrets too." He turned serious. "Not like we're going to hide anything important from you or anything. Just boring guy stuff."
He laughed again. "You're quite optimistic. A fine quality a growing man should obtain through his life."
"Thanks." He scratched his neck.
"Ah, we're here." Iroh said.
They turned onto a gravel path onto a compound. It was night time now so Aang couldn't see the surroundings that well but he could tell that they must have a lot of trees form the sound of rustling.
"You live in the bush, in the city? Woah, didn't know they had places like this." Aang leaned forward in his seat having a better view of the front.
Iroh let out a loud laugh. "Your humour amuses me!"
"So you don't live in bush?" Aang asked cautiously.
He shook his head. "We live here."
Aang looked up and he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
It was totally cool!
The house was like from those fancy houses in those magazines. The front had three steps that lead up to a paved porch. It ran along the length of the house having a barrier to prevent falling and to separate the flowers. It had three beams, the middle one having sort of design. The top right side of the house had been cut out or something. It was just space with a canopy over the little area.
His view was cut off when Iroh drove into a parking space. Yeah, their front yard was a parking lot.
He turned off the engine and stepped out. Aang shook Jun awake. "Wake up, we're here damsel."
She started swatting away his hands. "Leave me alone…"
Aang stopped. "Okay. You can sleep in the car if you want to." She settled into a more comfortable position.
He opened the car door and jumped out. He discovered that the canopy had small lanterns hanging from it illuminating the patio in a golden light. There was a circular wooden table with four chairs surrounding to the right with a plant on it.
Aang grabbed on a beam close by the left side of the stairs and took a long inhale. He then released a contented sigh. That's some good mahogany, right there. He thought.
"Aang?" Iroh's voice made him turn around. "Did you just smell that beam?"
He scratched the back of his head and blushed slightly. It was embarrassing for someone to find one of his weird pleasures. "Yeah. Wood smells really good depending on the conditions and right now is a good time to take a whiff." He finished awkwardly.
Iroh burst out in laughter all the while unlocking the door. "Zuko will really like you and that humour."
Aang smiled. He felt a little better knowing that Iroh thought he was funny.
They stepped inside the house, Aang fully expected to see some marble floors and two stairways with a prince standing on top looking down on his servants. But what he saw was different.
The inside looked surprisingly homey. The walls were painted a light burnt orange. The couch was a chocolaty brown colour sort of like milk chocolate. Two armchairs facing each other, on each side of the couch with the same colour. There was also a coffee table in the middle of the room made of wood with a couple of magazines laying on it. You had to take a small step done onto the carpeted area all these things were located. There was a flat screen TV which Aang had never seen before. A table was behind the couch on the raised platform where people could eat. The kitchen was what took up most of the back part of the room. The counter went in a semi-circle and he thought that it was granite. That's what most fancy houses usual have as a counter right?
Aang stepped down on the carpet and fell to his knees. "This place is so cool!" He started rubbing his face into the floor.
Suddenly Aang's butt was pushed into the ground. "What the hell are you're doing acting so weird in someone else's house?"
Aang turned his head but didn't get up. "Oh Jun, you woke up, huh? You have a little drool on the side of your face." He indicated on his face where it was.
"Here?" she was feeling her face.
"No, a little higher." He sat up cross-legged.
She moved her hand. "Here?"
"Oh no a little to the right." Aang snickered. There was nothing on her face.
"There's nothing on my face, is there?" She crossed her arms and glared down at the boy.
"Well…there is this one wrinkle…" he started.
"WHAT!?" She spun around to Iroh. "Where's the bathroom Uncle?"
"It's upstairs, the last door down the hall." He replied.
Jun went zooming up the stairs. She always did this whenever he mention wrinkles. She would be in the bathroom for hours agonizing over her facial features.
Aang just fell backwards on the carpet and started laughing his guts out. "Hahahaha!"
"You really like troubling Jun. I've never seen anyone get her so riled up before though."
For some strange reason Iroh gave a small sad smile after that.
"Want something to eat Aang?" he asked returning to normal.
He got up from the floor and sat on the couch. "Yes, thanks."
Aang thought this place looked cool mainly because he's never seen such a fancy house before. He just hoped he wouldn't break anything while he was here.
"Zuko isn't here as yet but he'll be home soon." Iroh called from the kitchen.
Aang decided to look around instead of touch things. He saw a picture frame with a lady on the coffee table. She had long hair. It was really dark and reached all the way pass her butt. He's never seen such long hair. It was being flung in the wind and the picture captured it. She was wearing on a kimono that had different flower patterns of many colours. She had ember eyes that were currently looking down on something. It was a small boy. He had shaggy hair and the same coloured eyes. He was looking up into his mom's eyes sparkling with joy. He was holding his mom's hands looking like he was trying to pull her somewhere. Judging from the back ground, they looked to be in a garden with all those flowers.
That must be nice. Spending time with a mom. Aang thought. I wonder how that feels.
Just then, the door opened and Aang swore that a super model just walked in. He was tall. His skin, from what he could see, was lightly tanned. He was wearing on a black v-neck t-shirt and black skinny jeans. The gap in the shirt was big enough to expose a little section of his chest and collar bone. The shirt did good to expose his arm muscles. They look like you got swing on them. They were big but not like pro wrestler big, just enough fir his size. His eyes, it was like specks of gold and bronze were mixed perfectly to this specific colour. His hair was thrown back leaving his forehead exposed. He had a slight frown which looked perfect on his face.
"I'm home, uncle." Aang saw that he took his shoes off at the door. He hadn't even noticed that there but he was more interested in Zuko's voice. It sounded so assertive but smooth at the same time.
"Ah, Zuko." Aang watched as Iroh walked to Zuko. "You'll be getting a new roommate."
Zuko didn't say anything at first but then he looked irritated. "What?"
Aang stood up and that's when Zuko finally notice his presence. Aang kind of wished that he hadn't. Zuko looked him up and down like he was a lab experiment, he was neither fully interested in the topic but he had to view it just to see what would happen. He suddenly felt self-conscious about his appearance. He was still in his school uniform. He had on a white long sleeved shirt that got rumpled during the day. His tie wasn't on properly and his jeans probably had dirt on them. He felt like crap.
"Zuko this is Aang. Aang this is Zuko." Iroh introduced.
Zuko didn't say anything he just looked at Aang's face alone this time. He was started to get nervous from the staring and decided he should break it.
"Um…hi." He said. He used his right hand to play with a loose string on his shirt near his pants. He really needed a distraction from this scrutiny.
Zuko finally stopped staring at Aang. "Whatever." After that he walked up the stairs.
Only one word could come up in Aang's mind. Asshole.
He just stared at him like that and didn't even respond back like a normal human. Whatever my ass. I don't think I'm going to like him.
"Sorry about that. I forgot that Zuko needs time to open up to people first. After that, I'm sure you'll like him more."
More? When did I even like him? Aang thought.
"Here." Iroh handed Aang a plate with a cheese sandwich on it. "You must be hungry."
"Thanks." Aang smiled. He couldn't believe that someone like him could be related to someone as nice as Iroh.
He sat back down and bit into the sandwich. He hadn't realized he was this hungry until he basically inhaled the bread in his mouth. He leaned back against the couch just as Jun was walking down the stairs.
"I see that Zuko still has that fantastic attitude." She said the sentence with sarcasm. She went in the kitchen. "I said hi to him and he didn't even so much glance in my direction. Uncle, if you want me to smack some sense into him and give him some advice, I don't mind. Especially the first part."
Aang heard Iroh laugh. "Oh, he's just being a teenager. You know how they are when they reach a certain age."
"Aang never acted like that." He heard her voice rise higher. "And if he did, he would know what he would receive."
Aang could easily imagine her standing in the kitchen glaring at the back of his head.
"Yeah, yeah." Aang said from the couch. A spoon was flung that barely missed Aang's head. It hit the wall beside the TV and fell of the wood landing.
He spun around only to see Jun looking slightly pissed. "Tch, I missed. You're becoming rude Aang." She wagged her finger at him.
He got up from the couch. "You're becoming violent Jun." he wagged his finger at her just like she did.
She folded her arms and pouted. "…I know." She mumbled.
Aang laughed. Jun could be cute sometimes.
"Oh Aang, you probably want to take a shower. You've been in those clothes for the whole day."
"Thank you Jun for telling me I stink so kindly." Aang bowed to her which caused her to smile. He went by the door first to take off his shoes. He saw that there were black and white converse there.
Hmph! Even his shoes are cool? That's so unfair. Aang flung his shoes and they 'accidentally' landed on top of Zuko's. You know, accidents happen.
He stood up with a small smile on his face and went up the stairs. As he was walking up, he noticed that the orange colour slowly morphed into a creamy yellow. It looked very interesting and he wondered if any other part of the house had that design.
He finally reached the top of the stairs and he almost passed out from eye stimulation. Zuko was walking out the bathroom just oozing pheromones of the "beg me and I'll fuck you thoroughly" kind. He was closing the door sideways which meant he hadn't seen Aang as yet and his body was turned in his direction. His chest was bare of any material and it really should just stay that way. He had a complete six pack. Each bump looking just as highly defined as its pair. Then his eyes went back up to his shoulders those too looked like someone or some god sculpted them for him. Every inch of this guy was muscled correctly. Aang's eyes were having a hard time just focusing on one feature but he couldn't help but notice the shift of the towel when it crept lower. His smoky grey eyes just followed those two lines that help identify where a certain package would be located. Then the towel moved again and Aang saw some small black hair peeking out.
Luckily before he was caught drooling like a horny dog, he looked up to Zuko's face.
He really has nice eyes. Wait, eyes? Aang realized that he was looking up which meant that he was being stared at with gold lasers. He heard this soft thud sound too which he vaguely registered as footsteps. Oh! He's walking to me!? Shit!
Zuko's eyes just came closer and Aang's body temperature was starting to rise. His breathing was slowing with each step, just getting shallow.
The thudding noise finally stopped because Zuko was in front of him. He could see a lot more clearly now. Zuko was obviously taller than him by maybe a foot. He had to look slightly upwards into his eyes. His hair was really black like the colour. Aang's eyes followed a single water droplet that was rolling off of it. It fell off and Aang willed himself to keep his eyes up. But he was rewarded with the partial sight of seeing it bounce off his chest and touch his cheek. It felt like it was boiling for a second against his cheek before cooling rapidly.
That gaze Zuko was sending him was a look of pure dominance. They were commanding you to obey and do nothing else. Aang wanted him to stop looking down on him but he couldn't look away. It actually felt good.
Why was he mad at him for again?
"What the fuck are you staring at?" Zuko questioned.
Aang wasn't expecting him to talk. Damn, that voice is just molten lava to the bones. "…huh?"
"Idiot." Zuko cursed out. He grabbed the door that was on his left, went in and slammed it shut.
Aang was momentarily shocked but quickly regained his senses. "Asshole," he muttered to himself. "that's why I hate him."
He walked to the bathroom cursing himself mentally.
Was I really getting turned on by that ass? He entered the bathroom and locked the door.
He removed his shirt and flung it on the floor. Ugh! Yeah, he is hotter than a volcano but he's attitude sucks balls.
I can't believe that I might be having feelings for a guy. Sexual feelings at that. He tugged out his tie and let it fall.
But, he stepped out of his pants. I had a feeling I was for a while now so it's not really surprising.
He removed his boxers. But come on hormones, Zuko? Zuko!? I've barely known the guy for more than five minutes and he already called me an idiot and act like I was an annoyance to the world. He's the annoyance not cute little me.
Now he was standing fully naked in the room with his hands on his hips. Wow, calling myself cute and not minding…I really am gay.
He looked around and instantly felt relax. The room was big probably the same size as his bedroom. The floor had navy blue tiles covering the floor with a drainage hole in the middle of the room. The walls had this tree wall paper covering. The whole ceiling was covered with green leaves wallpaper. There were light fixtures hanging from the wall illuminating the place.
He walked up to the bath and noticed that there was two knee high, wooden seats placed on the left with two shower heads in front of each.
It was bowl-shaped and could most likely fit two people. He saw that there were holes in the bottom so he thought it could double as a hot tub. There was a rectangular window above it.
Rich people…are scary. He thought.
But he had to stop admiring the bathroom and actually bathe. He sat down on one of the stools and grab the shower head. He turned the knob and tested the water to see if it was the right temperature then he started bathing.
He let the water run down from his head to the tiles.
He picked up some shower gel close to him and started lathering his whole body. When he came to his penis, he took extra care because he it needed special attention. He read on the internet that penis were 'dirty'. The only reason he was looking up penises in the first place was because the first time he became hard, he had just woken up from bed and he had no idea how that happen and he sure as hell wasn't going to ask Jun. He looked at a couple images of penises too because he was wondering if most penises were supposed to look like his. He always thought they were strange and weird looking. He rarely liked looking at his but when the time came for him to gaze upon he made sure the effort wasn't wasted.
Even the mechanics of a penis were weird. Blood rushes down there and it just magically rises? That sounded so freaky the first time he heard it. He had a slight panic attack when he saw that too. He didn't do any physical activity that would get the blood pumping after that for a while because he was afraid his whole body would get rigid form the blood. But he researched it more and it was from the erectile tissue down there. And according to internet, only penises had erectile tissue.
He also found out about masturbation and thought that was scary. Rubbing it until this liquid squirted out. He was mentally scarred when he watched this video on how to masturbate.
He got shivers just thinking about it.
Wait, shouldn't I be freak put that I've been thinking about penis. He thought. Oh yeah, I'm gay. That's going to take some time to get accustomed to.
After Aang decided he was satisfied with his cleanliness and his sexual orientation, he got up and discovered a new problem.
No towels.
Of course there wouldn't be any towels. What kind of world would it be for me to get towels?
Aang picked up his clothes off the floor and bundled it into a ball. He wasn't going to leave the room No way was he going to let anyone see him like this much less in someone else's house.
"Jun?" Aang called. Hopefully she would hear him. "Jun?" he called louder.
"Jun!~" he shouted.
The door by the stairway opened suddenly and Zuko popped out. "Will you shut the fuck up?"
He was really starting to piss off Aang. "No. I'll scream till my lungs fall out."
Zuko scowled at him. Aang was expecting him to go back inside but he did the complete opposite. He left his room and stalked to Aang.
"What the hell do you want her for?"
Woah, he really is tall. "Um, a bath towel." He pulled the door closer to his body.
"Tch." Zuko turned away and went back in his own room.
Aang sighed. He still needed a towel even though he was happy that he got Zuko mad. It may become his secret pleasure.
Just as Aang was about to go on a mental curse cycle, a hand that was holding a light green towel stuck out in front of the door. "Take it then shut up. Your're annoying."
Aang waited a couple of seconds just to piss Zuko. "Hurry up!"
He chuckled and took the towel. "Thanks."
"Whatever." Zuko muttered.
Aang closed the door and couldn't resist. He sniffed the towel. It smelt like old spice He wondered if this was Zuko's towel. Of course, it wouldn't be his towel but he did get a slight smell of Zuko when he came from the bathroom and it smelled like this towel.
He stopped smelling the towel and started whipping himself off. He was just acting like a stalker!
He started hitting his right hand repeating in his mind: "Bad Aang. No like Zuko. Zuko asshole."
He wrapped the towel around his waist. He wouldn't mind walking around the place like this. He exited the bathroom and his foot hit something soft. When he looked down he was surprised. There were clothes there neatly folded clothes on the floor. He picked it up, unfolded it and sniffed it.
The shirt also smelt like Zuko. The shirt was big like he suspected. He pulled it over his head and pushed his hands through the long sleeves. He also put on the boxers that were on the floor.
Aang felt like a girl. He hadn't even been in the house for more than a day and he was already wearing on his "crushes" clothes and sniffing them.
He leaned against the wall and slid down on the floor. What is wrong with me?
"Aang." He turned his head to the stairs and saw Jun. "Were you calling me?"
"I was but never mind." He said.
"Oh, well come down stairs were having diner." she turned to Zuko's door and pounded on it. "Dinner grumpy pants. Come down stairs." After that she went down the stairs.
He stayed on the ground inhaling the scent, who knew that spice smelt this good. Zuko's door opened a few minutes later. He glanced over at Aang on the floor, scowled then went down the stairs.
Aang got up and went down the stairs close behind Zuko. He stared at his back. He was seriously muscled finely everywhere and he looked just as good as he did from the front. He thought he looked too much like a twelve year old to attract any attention from girls much less guys. He sighed when they reached the bottom of the stairs.
They both walked to the table where Jun and Iroh were already waiting with plates of spaghetti. Jun sat with her back facing the kitchen, Iroh sitting opposite and Aang sat opposite of Zuko. Great now when he wanted to stare at random areas, his eyes would natural just stare at him then Zuko would think he's weird.
He stared down at his food and he felt happy knowing that they didn't put meat in his own. He also could tell that Jun made this from the way the tomato sauce smelled. He was about to dig but then he heard some word being muttered.
His head snapped up. "Is that Japanese?" he asked excitedly.
Zuko raised his head up because he was curious.
Iroh answered for Aang. "Yes. How did you know?"
"Um…" Aang scratched the back of his neck. "Not sure…"
"Aang has just been able to know different languages when he hears them." Jun added.
Aang saw Zuko raise his eyebrow across the table. He felt a little weird with the attention but he felt slightly happy that Zuko was paying attention.
"That's simply amazing Aang."
"Yeah I guess. It comes in handy for school a lot."
Iroh nodded and they resumed eating. About five minutes into the meal, Aang could feel himself being watched, specifically by the person opposite him. He glanced up but Zuko had his head down. He went back to eating and felt the stare on him again. He looked up quickly and the same result happened but he could see a corner of his lips twitch up. He looked back down at his food and felt a little happy that Zuko found this amusing but he still has a shitty attitude no matter how good his face looks.
They finished their meal a couple minutes later. Jun and Iroh picked up the plates and carried it to the kitchen. Zuko got up from his chair and started leaving the room.
"Zuko," Iroh called from the kitchen. "Show Aang to your room."
"But Uncle-"
"You can study with him."
Aang heard Zuko mutter under his breath. "…but he looks stupid."
He stood up from his chair and spun around. "I'm not stupid."
Zuko tousled his hair. "I never aid you were stupid I said that you looked stupid. Stupid."
"Well, you look like an asshole. Asshole." Aang retorted back.
Zuko glared at him and Aang glared back. Zuko really did have nice eyes but he shouldn't have them. He's an asshole.
"Okay, okay." Jun said loudly from the kitchen. "You're both pretty boys. Now can you stop fighting and go up in your room and bond?"
"No." The boys both said in unison.
"Funny, cause I don't care. You're still going to go up in the room anyways." She said
Zuko glared at Jun then went upstairs.
"He doesn't like me Uncle Iroh!" Aang whined moving his hands up and down. Yeah, he was going to start calling Iroh his uncle. He just seemed like the fatherly type but just older.
"Aang everybody likes you. Now go up there and make nice-nice with grumpy pants." Jun said making a shooing motion with her hand.
"Fine." He started trudging up the stairs to the devil's den. But to be honest, nobody liked nor hated him, besides Sokka, they all mostly just tolerated his presence. Everyone at school had this Yeah-I-know-you-exist-but-I-could-care-less-about- you attitude surrounding them.
Wow, just realize, my high school life was booorrring. Aang thought.
He stood in front of Zuko's door. He was thinking that he would most likely have locked the door. That's what he would have done. Surprisingly, the door was open.
He slowly poked his head through the opening. He was afraid of flying books or chairs coming at him but instead, Zuko was sitting at a desk looking focus on some book he was reading. He stepped in quietly and sat on the bed that was closest to him. Zuko still didn't appear to notice him.
He must really be concentrated on his work.
Aang was bored so he did what he usually did. Stared.
He lay down on his side, grabbed a nearby pillow and snuggled into it.
Zuko was furrowing his brows as he looked at this certain part in the book. He was also wearing on glasses. He looked like a nerd but a very hot one Aang noticed, grudgingly. Anytime he wore on glasses he looked like an alien. Zuko looked seductive while he scrutinized the words on the pages. Looking like he could just know every detail, every letter, every muscle in his neck that move whenever he shifted.
God did he want to munch on that neck.
He closed his eyes and sighed. His hormones never acted up like they were. Sees a hot girl walk by, nothing. Sees a hot guy walk by, nothing. After a couple more experiments, he declared that his hormones were either dormant or non-existing.
"Get off my bed."
Aang's eyes opened wide when he heard the voice speak. Zuko was standing up by the foot of the bed staring, no, more glaring. He decided that he didn't want to move and flung his whole body on the bed. He was now fully on the bed lying sideways glaring right back at Zuko. If he was going to expect Aang to move from intimidation, he better try something else.
"I don't want to." Aang closed his eyes fully expecting a hit.
"Whatever."
He opened his eyes and was surprised to see that Zuko had moved to the other bed in the room. He was laying down with his back to him.
Aang felt slightly bad but the pillow he was snuggling smelt so good that he didn't care.
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