A/N: I will say this once and only once, but that doesn't mean I think its any less true all the time: Aang should dance in more stories. If there was one thing the episode, The Headband proved to us, Aang is a very fast learner with it comes to anything pertaining to body movements. Especially, The Firebending Masters. Zuko and Aang were just meant to 'dance' and it always seem that the other is the one more meant to know the other steps. I love their fight scenes, because they look like the best dance scenes every. So now I give you my guilty pleasure, … Aang and Zuko dancing.
P.S... The stuff really starts hitting the fan, so duck and cover people.
Zuko gave one last scrutinizing look in the mirror. His short cropped hair spiked with the bit of gel he had put in. He'd taken Aang's clothes as inspiration, settling for black boots and skin tight black pants. His shirt shimmered like liquid in the the right light, but was a fine see through black material. The sleeves while long, had a slit down the top with strings to tie together spaced out to showcase the well toned muscles that ran down his arm . He'd worked hard for them and it was worth showing them off. The look was finished off with a black spiked leather dog collar. Azula had bought it as a spiteful joke, but he planned to wear it quite seriously tonight.
He laid his watch on the dresser. Looking at it, a large sigh escaped. He was giving up knowing what time it was. That meant not being able to see how much or how little time he had left with Aang. He didn't want to think about it, knowing that he was prone to just dwell. He was dressed, ready, and determined to live in the moment. He turned his back on it, walking out of the bedroom, not even sparing a backwards glance.
Aang sat patiently on the couch in the living room. Zuko hated to break his concentration. The monk seemed to be thinking deeply on something. Zuko could guess at a few things it might be. Standing in silence, he watched the monk as Zuko assumed he meditated. A part of him assumed that Aang should look more serene at this, but instead, his brow furrowed as if conflicted. Content to leave him a moment longer, Zuko turned to go, but the sound of his shoes drew Aang's attention. Thoughtful silver eyes opened to look at him.
The gaze quickly turned appraising, Zuko's heart beat a little faster. Aang wasn't being subtle in his looking. The look the monk gave Zuko forced him to remind himself that he was actually clothed.
Asking the entirely obvious, Zuko asked, "Do you like it?"
Aang nodded. Zuko knew that feeling.
"Let's get going," Zuko said leading the way out the front door.
As Zuko locked the front door, he said to Aang, "If Mai should ask for any reason, we never stopped by here. It's a big company policy to never bring clients home."
Aang laughed excitedly and said, "You broke policy for me?"
Zuko rubbed the back of his head nervously saying, "Well, I've broken a lot of them for you to be honest. Surely, you don't think I run around doing these things with every client."
Aang shrugged and gave a devious smirk, but then it dropped and he said seriously, "I had hoped you didn't."
Walking over to his car, he held the passenger door open for Aang. The monk climbed in and turned to grin at Zuko as he closed the door. He paused a moment before climbing in the drivers side and took a deep steadying breath. He climbed in and buckled himself in and looked over at Aang.
"I assure you that I don't go clubbing with my clients. I don't normally take them to places I frequent and I certainly don't do this," Zuko said leaning over and kissing him lightly. Zuko looked at him, grinning as he started the car and said, "I'm sorry, that is a very special service. I'll have to charge you extra for it."
Aang's laughter didn't die down till they made it to the club.
At first, Zuko tried to explain about the club, but from the wide eyed shocked look he got from Aang, he just had to suffice to say that Aang would understand once they were inside. Zuko didn't think it was possible for Aang's eyes to get any wider, but the second they were in the club, Zuko feared they might fall out. While the monk might have all the energy in the world, he stood completely rooted staring at everyone unless guided.
The Boiling Rock was a bit of a specialty club. They welcomed all types, so long as you followed their prison theme. Zuko was convinced that the amount of leather the other people wore was enough to offend Aang's monk senses, but Aang seemed to care very little. Zuko wondered if he might have over stepped his bounds in bringing Aang here, as the monk's eyes seemed to travel from one half dressed person to the next.
"So many people!" Aang said excitedly.
Zuko nodded and led Aang back to a table against the wall.
"Wait here, I'm going to get us something to drink. You look like you could use something," Zuko told him.
Aang nodded and Zuko left for the bar. He ordered two of his favorite drink from a man behind the bar wearing a cop hat that read "WARDEN". Quickly as he could, he made his way back to the table and placed one of the drinks in front of Aang who began to drink from his as soon as it was within reach. Aang took a sip and then pulled a face and then gulped down some. Aang looked at him questioningly.
"It's called a Juicy Cactus," Zuko told him over the music.
Aang nodded and took another gulp. It didn't strike Zuko at the time that he was giving alcohol to someone that hadn't had any before. Aang finished his first drink quickly and Zuko just as quickly got him a second. Aang was half way through the second before Zuko could see the monk visibly relax, but it was also at that time that he realized just who his drinking companion was.
"Zhuko, this is actually good," Aang said with a minor slur.
Zuko laughed and said, "You're going to be completely smashed at this rate. Let's dance."
Taking Aang's hand, Zuko lead them to the dance floor. The volume of the music increased the closer to the middle they moved. Zuko tried to keep them closer to the edge so he could hear Aang. The monk stood at the edge and watched other people, studying them. He seemed to look about the crowd a moment before zeroing in on a pair of dancers. Zuko was worried that Aang was going to decide against this. That thought went quickly out the window as Aang jumped in the crowd and started moving with the dancers.
It took a moment for Zuko's breath and thoughts to catch up to him as he watched Aang dancing with the crowd. The dance lights flashing over him as he moved with the people. Aang seemed to dislike the distance, because Zuko quickly found his hand in Aang's as the monk dragged him over and started dancing.
Swinging his hips was something Aang picked up quickly. Zuko was back to classifying monks as aliens. He'd known that Aang had a fluid movement ability, but even as a beginner, he was putting Zuko through his paces. Aang turned out to be the best mimic Zuko had ever seen. With only a short time of watching any dancer, he quickly picked up their moves and was able to quickly add them to his own growing dance routine. Zuko found himself wondering if it was Aang or the drinks that had him unafraid to try anything that the other dancers were doing.
He certainly wasn't going to complain about Aang's hands that seemed to be making there way all across his chest. The traveling hands of Aang worked their way from chest flowing over his shoulders and down his back easily as Aang closed the distance between them. Still, shock set in as he felt Aang grinding down on his leg, but his eyes closed in pleasure on their own. Their bodies creating friction to the beat of the song.
"Zuuuko," Aang said into his ear. It was loud enough to be heard, but Zuko doubted those dancing nearby would be able to. Aang went on, "You do realize that you are soooo risking your afterlife for doing such things?"
"I'm pretty sure you happen to be doing these things too," Zuko pointed out.
"Good point, don't stop," Aang said, Zuko could feel the smile pressed against his ear as the monk whispered the words there.
It became clear that they were quickly forming a crowd of on lookers. Aang seemed spurred on by the watching people and turned up things. Zuko had to pull out his best just to keep up. A few times, Aang pressed against him or passed him in such a way that 'intimate' didn't even begin to cover it. They just flowed and moved together over one another mixing and grinding with hands roving. Losing recognition if it was the beat of the music or of the heart he could perceive in the chest he just caressed. Forgetting the crowds of people as his eyes were unseeing, just his body feeling. Too easy would it have been to lose where his body ended and Aang's began, but every part of him that touched or was touched seemed to tingle with sensation. Their dance so electrifying, Zuko thought thought their friction might create fire.
Aang was testing out his newest dance technique by turning his back on Zuko and planting his butt firmly on him. He guided Zuko's hands across his chest as he synced both their hips in a swinging motion to the beat of the current song. Zuko didn't need much prompting. He could feel Aang's hands sliding down the side of his legs as they swayed and moved to the music.
"Damn Zuko, I'd turn down working for me too!"
The call of Zuko's name caused Aang to pause which promptly stopped Zuko. He turned to the source of the obnoxious voice. Jet grinned at him from just off the dance floor. The way he held his phone, Zuko could tell he had been taking pictures. It would be only a matter of hours before Mai wound up with a copy. Zuko rolled his eyes.
Something irritated Zuko. He would be all too happy to blame Jet and take it out on him, but he knew it was something else. From the start of their dancing, something gnawed at the back of his mind, but he was so focused on Aang and his body he couldn't think straight. Even now, all his body told him is that he should still be further pressed against Aang.
"A jerk by the name of Jet. A some times client that I often try to avoid," Zuko said into Aang's ear.
Jet, unfortunately, moved closer. He took in a long look at Zuko before his eyes traveled up one side and down the other of Aang. Zuko allowed him one look as its Jet who at least managed to return his sanity to him and give that odd voice in his head a chance to finally be heard.
It just felt like it was going to fast and he was going to slow from his desire. No matter how many times he told it to slow down, he couldn't make out what it was trying to tell him. That just seemed to frustrate him.
"I've been guessing for a long time, but nothing beats seeing it with my own eyes. That was some hot dancing there," Jet said trying to get a rise out of Zuko.
"Just ignore him. Everyone else does any ways," Zuko told Aang.
"I don't know which of you is the kitty when you both got doggy collars on."
Zuko grabbed Aang's hand and forced his way past Jet. If his mind didn't feel so frayed like he was missing the obvious, he probably would have engaged Jet and given the idiot the fight he wanted. Jet was never one to take just being brushed off.
Zuko's mind caught up enough with him to state that it was Aang's dancing. Sure it was odd for a monk to be at a club dirty dancing, but a part of his mind fairly screamed that was going at it from the wrong angle, and even if it was correct, it was only the icing on the cake. The cake was extremely important, but Zuko figured that he could figure it out after more time with his amazing dance partner. The light slowly flickered on in Zuko's mind. Aang wasn't just a dirty dancing monk, he was a good dancer. Really good. Too many points stated that it was his first time in a club and Zuko had watched him learn and mimic. His movements quick and agile on his well toned body. He was fast at picking up body movements. It was all in the movements. Aang flowed, much the way a fighter-
Zuko's thoughts hit a brick wall as he felt the hand forcefully tugged from his, but by the time he turned Jet was hitting the ground and Aang's stood over him with his foot inclined towards Jet's throat and his hands held in a form that was clearly martial arts, but Zuko had no idea what it was.
"It would seem the cute little kitty has claws," Jet said from the ground.
"Jet, do yourself a favor and get a life," Zuko said as he grabbed hold of Aang and dragged him away.
"Bring your kitty back to play some time," Jet yelled to him as he forced Aang out of the club.
"You and me, we need to talk," Zuko said to Aang.
FN: Chapter was a bit longer than my others, because OMG, the plot showed back up! For those of you who have been waiting and guessing, I think I just gave you a great big 'Here it is' sign.