Fic: Kama Sokka 3/?
Title: Kama Sokka
Rating: Up to NC17, this chapter R
Pairing: Zuko/Sokka
Warnings: Some language, references to m/m sex, possible crossdressing?
Summary: Sokka gets a Plan to help Zuko take some time off.
Previous Chapter: Chapter Two
The first thing Sokka discovered was that, while his Plans were absolute and total brilliance, putting them in motion wasn’t quite as easy as thinking them up. This was especially true when his Plan required secrecy. It had been true of the Invasion Plan, which had been sheer genius in theory but less than stellar in fact (though that was due to outside circumstances, like Ozai and Azula being eerily omniscient). And it was true of the Harem Plan, as he had come to call it.
The first obstacle was the verandah. It needed replacing, but Sokka wasn’t nearly handy enough with wood, hammer, and nail to have it up before he was thirty. So he had to get some outside guys in on the deal. He didn’t even need to hide the fact that it was for a harem, just the fact that he would be the only member. He swore his new underlings to absolute secrecy, paying them generously out of the pocket change he got as Zuko’s ambassador/consort/fucktoy/harem.
He took on most of the cleaning by himself, starting with that awesome pool. And of course, as soon as he started investigating the heating system, he found pipes. The bad news was that the pipes were so old they were practically useless. So he had to bring in a couple more guys to put in new pipes so the tub could have water. Same deal, he lined their pockets with gold in exchange for their privacy.
The majority of the other stuff he could do on his own. There wasn’t much to dusting and sweeping and scrubbing except the tedium of the work. He did have to venture out once, going to a market to get some cloth for curtains. The pretty girl running the stall gave him a discount after he flirted with her, but it was hard to wrestle yards of cloth back into the palace unseen. The mattress and cushions were even harder to deal with, and Sokka was grateful, for once, that Zuko was shut up with the council all day.
Then, once the suite was all set up and in working order, Sokka had to practice the other part of his Plan: that is, learning to be a proper harem girl. Er, boy. Whichever. It involved learning the same stuff. So he dedicated his days to learning how to serve tea, practicing massage on a pillow, and dancing in front of a mirror to make sure he didn’t look too much like a headless catchicken. And, of course, he had to test out the clothes. Just to make sure they worked, of course.
They did work, and fabulously. Some of the stuff was obviously too big or meant for people with breasts, or too sparkly even for Sokka’s tastes, but otherwise … it came in all colors of the rainbow, billowy fabrics mostly made of silk, and all thin and deliciously soft. Sokka’s favorite was a pair of pants in a fiery shade of orange woven in with some gold. They flowed around his legs like water, with slits all the way up the sides and little gold coins around his ankles. He had to keep it tied on with a scarf – the girl who had worn it before him had hips where he didn’t – but it brought out warmth in his tanned skin. And he just tried to ignore the fact that it could have been worn by Zuko’s several-times-great grandmother.
All in all, it took another month to complete everything. But the time spent was worth it. The harem suite looked like a place worthy of the Fire Lord again. It was no longer dusty and grimy, instead sparkling and clean. Sokka had shaken the dust out of the tapestries, and together with the many flowing curtains in shades of blue and green they kept the walls from looking too stark and cold. The mattress rested in the middle of the room, leaving no ambiguity about what the room was there for, and was comfortably surrounded by cushions and mats. The tea set had been cleaned and restored, ready for use with a fresh supply of tea leaves. With the windows and shutters open, the sunlight poured in from the verandah, lighting the place without the need for torches. Still, Sokka had brought in a few candelabras so they would have light late at night. Through another set of curtains lay the pool, cool for the moment until Sokka flipped the switch to heat it up. And just in case Zuko got in a fighting mood, Sokka’s sword rested on a shelf.
It was perfect. Not too girly, which neither of them would have been able to stand, but definitely a space for relaxing and taking it easy. It was all set and ready for Zuko to be surprised in.
~
The final part of Sokka’s Plan involved an accomplice, and he could think of none better than Iroh. Unfortunately, Iroh wasn’t due back in the capitol for another week. Sokka consoled himself by telling himself he had even more time to practice all of the harem stuff, but he had been doing that for the past month. And damn it, it was difficult to watch Zuko just sink deeper into his work. He had started staying up late into the night to write letters or something, and all Sokka could do was watch. He still held Zuko close when they went to bed, but somehow it felt like Zuko wasn’t all there anymore. So he worried quietly, nose pressed deep into Zuko’s smoky hair.
He was the first one to meet Iroh when the old man returned to the city. He waited at the port, watching eagerly for the ship bound to bring him.
“Hey!” he shouted as soon as the ship pulled in, waving his arm.
“This is a pleasant surprise,” Iroh said, smiling widely as he came down the gangplank. “What are you doing here?”
Sokka shrugged, walking with him back towards the palace. “I have a favor to ask you, actually,” he said, lowering his voice.
“Oh ho!” Iroh chuckled, tucking his hands into his sleeves. “This sounds promising.”
Sokka smiled, quietly glad that Iroh was back. “I have a plan for getting Zuko to take a break from his work,” he explained. “It means getting him to one of the old parts of the palace. Can you get him away from his advisors tomorrow at around noon?”
“Hmm,” Iroh muttered, nodding. “It may be difficult, but I can do it. Does he know about this?”
Sokka scoffed. “Of course not. If he knew about it, he’d just ruin it.”
Iroh nodded, agreeing. “So if I may ask, what is this plan?”
Sokka blushed and looked away. “Well … I can show you where I want to get him? I think you’ll get it then.”
“Very well,” Iroh said, easily following Sokka down the winding passages into the older parts of the palace. “My, it has been a long time since I have been here. I had forgotten it was in such disrepair.”
“Yeah, I had a lot of cleaning to do to get the place up to snuff. Took me a whole month to get it the way I want it.” Sokka stopped in front of the door to the harem suite, turning to look at Iroh. He looked the old man dead in the eyes, making sure he knew he was serious. “This is a total secret, especially from Zuko. You have to promise not to tell anyone else about it. And … really don’t tell anyone what we’re going to do in here.”
“I promise to keep it a secret,” Iroh said, holding one hand up.
Sokka eyed him for another moment, then opened the door and let Iroh in. The older man made quiet sounds of approval, especially when he saw the tea set. Sokka fidgeted a little, still kind of uncertain of Iroh’s reaction.
“You know what this place was used for, right?” Iroh said, turning to him and raising an eyebrow.
Sokka blushed hotly and fidgeted more. “Uh … yeah. That’s kind of why I chose it.”
“Well, I am sure Zuko will be very pleased. I know I wouldn’t mind relaxing here.” Iroh smiled kindly at him. “Thank you for doing this for my nephew. If I know him, he will need a break.”
“He really does,” Sokka said, nervousness fading into worry for Zuko. “He’s barely sleeping. He works late every night. And he isn’t eating enough.”
Iroh chuckled quietly. “Silly boy. I will get him over here tomorrow so you can convince him to take some time off.”
“Thanks, Iroh.” Sokka clasped his arm briefly and turned to lead them back out.
Rating: Up to NC17, this chapter R
Pairing: Zuko/Sokka
Warnings: Some language, references to m/m sex, possible crossdressing?
Summary: Sokka gets a Plan to help Zuko take some time off.
Previous Chapter: Chapter Two
The first thing Sokka discovered was that, while his Plans were absolute and total brilliance, putting them in motion wasn’t quite as easy as thinking them up. This was especially true when his Plan required secrecy. It had been true of the Invasion Plan, which had been sheer genius in theory but less than stellar in fact (though that was due to outside circumstances, like Ozai and Azula being eerily omniscient). And it was true of the Harem Plan, as he had come to call it.
The first obstacle was the verandah. It needed replacing, but Sokka wasn’t nearly handy enough with wood, hammer, and nail to have it up before he was thirty. So he had to get some outside guys in on the deal. He didn’t even need to hide the fact that it was for a harem, just the fact that he would be the only member. He swore his new underlings to absolute secrecy, paying them generously out of the pocket change he got as Zuko’s ambassador/consort/fucktoy/harem.
He took on most of the cleaning by himself, starting with that awesome pool. And of course, as soon as he started investigating the heating system, he found pipes. The bad news was that the pipes were so old they were practically useless. So he had to bring in a couple more guys to put in new pipes so the tub could have water. Same deal, he lined their pockets with gold in exchange for their privacy.
The majority of the other stuff he could do on his own. There wasn’t much to dusting and sweeping and scrubbing except the tedium of the work. He did have to venture out once, going to a market to get some cloth for curtains. The pretty girl running the stall gave him a discount after he flirted with her, but it was hard to wrestle yards of cloth back into the palace unseen. The mattress and cushions were even harder to deal with, and Sokka was grateful, for once, that Zuko was shut up with the council all day.
Then, once the suite was all set up and in working order, Sokka had to practice the other part of his Plan: that is, learning to be a proper harem girl. Er, boy. Whichever. It involved learning the same stuff. So he dedicated his days to learning how to serve tea, practicing massage on a pillow, and dancing in front of a mirror to make sure he didn’t look too much like a headless catchicken. And, of course, he had to test out the clothes. Just to make sure they worked, of course.
They did work, and fabulously. Some of the stuff was obviously too big or meant for people with breasts, or too sparkly even for Sokka’s tastes, but otherwise … it came in all colors of the rainbow, billowy fabrics mostly made of silk, and all thin and deliciously soft. Sokka’s favorite was a pair of pants in a fiery shade of orange woven in with some gold. They flowed around his legs like water, with slits all the way up the sides and little gold coins around his ankles. He had to keep it tied on with a scarf – the girl who had worn it before him had hips where he didn’t – but it brought out warmth in his tanned skin. And he just tried to ignore the fact that it could have been worn by Zuko’s several-times-great grandmother.
All in all, it took another month to complete everything. But the time spent was worth it. The harem suite looked like a place worthy of the Fire Lord again. It was no longer dusty and grimy, instead sparkling and clean. Sokka had shaken the dust out of the tapestries, and together with the many flowing curtains in shades of blue and green they kept the walls from looking too stark and cold. The mattress rested in the middle of the room, leaving no ambiguity about what the room was there for, and was comfortably surrounded by cushions and mats. The tea set had been cleaned and restored, ready for use with a fresh supply of tea leaves. With the windows and shutters open, the sunlight poured in from the verandah, lighting the place without the need for torches. Still, Sokka had brought in a few candelabras so they would have light late at night. Through another set of curtains lay the pool, cool for the moment until Sokka flipped the switch to heat it up. And just in case Zuko got in a fighting mood, Sokka’s sword rested on a shelf.
It was perfect. Not too girly, which neither of them would have been able to stand, but definitely a space for relaxing and taking it easy. It was all set and ready for Zuko to be surprised in.
~
The final part of Sokka’s Plan involved an accomplice, and he could think of none better than Iroh. Unfortunately, Iroh wasn’t due back in the capitol for another week. Sokka consoled himself by telling himself he had even more time to practice all of the harem stuff, but he had been doing that for the past month. And damn it, it was difficult to watch Zuko just sink deeper into his work. He had started staying up late into the night to write letters or something, and all Sokka could do was watch. He still held Zuko close when they went to bed, but somehow it felt like Zuko wasn’t all there anymore. So he worried quietly, nose pressed deep into Zuko’s smoky hair.
He was the first one to meet Iroh when the old man returned to the city. He waited at the port, watching eagerly for the ship bound to bring him.
“Hey!” he shouted as soon as the ship pulled in, waving his arm.
“This is a pleasant surprise,” Iroh said, smiling widely as he came down the gangplank. “What are you doing here?”
Sokka shrugged, walking with him back towards the palace. “I have a favor to ask you, actually,” he said, lowering his voice.
“Oh ho!” Iroh chuckled, tucking his hands into his sleeves. “This sounds promising.”
Sokka smiled, quietly glad that Iroh was back. “I have a plan for getting Zuko to take a break from his work,” he explained. “It means getting him to one of the old parts of the palace. Can you get him away from his advisors tomorrow at around noon?”
“Hmm,” Iroh muttered, nodding. “It may be difficult, but I can do it. Does he know about this?”
Sokka scoffed. “Of course not. If he knew about it, he’d just ruin it.”
Iroh nodded, agreeing. “So if I may ask, what is this plan?”
Sokka blushed and looked away. “Well … I can show you where I want to get him? I think you’ll get it then.”
“Very well,” Iroh said, easily following Sokka down the winding passages into the older parts of the palace. “My, it has been a long time since I have been here. I had forgotten it was in such disrepair.”
“Yeah, I had a lot of cleaning to do to get the place up to snuff. Took me a whole month to get it the way I want it.” Sokka stopped in front of the door to the harem suite, turning to look at Iroh. He looked the old man dead in the eyes, making sure he knew he was serious. “This is a total secret, especially from Zuko. You have to promise not to tell anyone else about it. And … really don’t tell anyone what we’re going to do in here.”
“I promise to keep it a secret,” Iroh said, holding one hand up.
Sokka eyed him for another moment, then opened the door and let Iroh in. The older man made quiet sounds of approval, especially when he saw the tea set. Sokka fidgeted a little, still kind of uncertain of Iroh’s reaction.
“You know what this place was used for, right?” Iroh said, turning to him and raising an eyebrow.
Sokka blushed hotly and fidgeted more. “Uh … yeah. That’s kind of why I chose it.”
“Well, I am sure Zuko will be very pleased. I know I wouldn’t mind relaxing here.” Iroh smiled kindly at him. “Thank you for doing this for my nephew. If I know him, he will need a break.”
“He really does,” Sokka said, nervousness fading into worry for Zuko. “He’s barely sleeping. He works late every night. And he isn’t eating enough.”
Iroh chuckled quietly. “Silly boy. I will get him over here tomorrow so you can convince him to take some time off.”
“Thanks, Iroh.” Sokka clasped his arm briefly and turned to lead them back out.