Ayah! I must be crazy... This one is just testing the waters. Please be merciful! -bows-
Warnings: Shounen-ai (Zuko/Sokka), slight OOCness, liberty taken with timeline and events
Disclaimer: Honestly, do you really think I own Avatar? If I did, Yue would be dead before she met Sokka, Suki would be a boy, and Zula would be a wuss.
In This Serenity
A fanfiction by Shayde (aka Chuunin Number Seven)
It was a quiet night. Almost too quiet, now that he thought about it, were it not for the faint sound of crickets and the wind. Wait a second; wind? Bah. More like a faint wisp of moving air.
Sokka grumbled faintly to himself, turning over on the blanket that was stretched out under him. It was hot as all hell tonight, with fireflies dancing about like fiery glowing demons. And of course, the Water Tribe warrior had pulled guard duty. So not only was it hot, he also wasn't allowed to let the (mostly) still, warm, and moist air lull him into light slumber.
He turned back over, staying still for a moment before sitting up, stripping his shirt off and dropping it nearby. With a soft sigh, he flopped backwards, starting at the winking stars with half-lidded eyes. Surprisingly, the celestial balls of erupting gas and super heated air were shining brightly. They always seemed to do that when it was hot.
Making a note to ponder about why the damned things always shone brightest on nights when it was already hot enough, Sokka turned over yet again. And met with the sight of a scarred and banished Fire Nation prince stretched out beside him. Needless to say, the more excitable teen yelped, jumping back.
Please note this was not the yelp and jump into a fighting stance of the pre-North Pole days, but the "Oh em gee you're THERE and you're supposed to be SLEEPING you scared the living crap outta me!" yelp and jump of the newly dawned days of allied cohabitation.
Zuko didn't even look over, staring up at the sky like Sokka had been doing before the shirtless one noticed the princeling. Apparently the lack of snarky comments (for the moment) calmed the tribesman down, as he just slid back into his previous spot after a moment.
Out there, many silent spectral watchers are asking in incredulous voices about how in the name of the gods could these two get along? Well, it didn't come easy. Only after a month or so of Iroh lighting butts on fire and Katara drenching people did they finally lapse into a quiet, almost comfortable peace. Almost comfortable.
"... You scream like a girl."
Wrong answer.
Sokka pounced Zuko, glaring.
"What's your problem? I didn't say anything to you!"
Zuko was unaffected as Sokka's hands fisted in his loose sleeping shirt, blue eyes narrowed and smouldering with irritation. The golden-eyed prince simply arched a brow, shifting to slip an arm under his own head and the other around the small of the glaring one's back. Almost immediately, the glare was stopped as the darker one was yoinked forward and kissed gently, restrained emotion smouldering under the surface.
Iroh and Katara could think they tamed the two young males if they wanted. The truth was well known to the males in question, and horribly obvious if you didn't let pride and ego get in the way.
They had tamed each other in the serenity of night.
Dear sweet Shinigami don't kill me for this. >. Leave a review if you like, tell me what you think, but keep the flames under control. I'm new to shounen-ai and Avatar fanfiction alike. ..;;