You are Everything that I've Been Searching for ~ a Zukka Fanfic

Chapter Four, Relapse

Chapter Four, Relapse

*CONTENT WARNING*

*MENTIONS OF SEXUAL ASSAULT*

Sun streamed through the blinds, Zuko groaned and rolled over, his head was pounding and his mouth was dry. His limbs were tired and his muscles were aching. The bed was soft and warm and he didn't want to leave it.

Despite the aches and headaches, Zuko felt good, he felt comfortable and the feeling was pleasurable. He noticed that there was the distant smell of coffee brewing. Zuko inhaled the welcome smell and rolled onto his back.

He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling letting his eyes adjust to the brightness in the room. The ceiling had a funny little ceiling light, round and small. Zuko didn't remember his room having a strange little light like that, he felt like he had seen this little lightbulb before. Why did it seem so familiar?

Oh shit!

Zuko shot up in bed. He looked around him and was horrified to find he was not in his dorm room.

He was sitting in a double bed with dirty white bedsheets, the duvet had fallen onto the floor and the undersheets were messy and all wrinkled up. The room was small and had white walls and a built-in sliding-door wardrobe on one side of the room.

There was a window behind him that let in the morning sunshine. Despite its yellow warmth Zuko felt shivered. The room was all too familiar, and it was the last place he wanted to be right now.

The door opened and He walked in. He held two cups of coffee, he wasn't wearing anything except boxers, his fluffy hair was even more unruly than normal and his brown eyes were alert as he smirked at Zuko.

"Morning," he said.

"Jet?" Zuko felt sick and it wasn't just the hangover. He stared at Jet blankly before finally saying "Put some clothes on!"

Jet chuckled "Speak for yourself," he said.

Zuko realised that he was entirely naked. He grabbed the sheets and pulled them up further. His entire face went red.

Jet came over to him and sat down on the bed beside him, he offered him a cup of coffee.

"Black, just how you like it," he said.

Zuko glared at him and ignored the offer of coffee. Jet shrugged and put it on the nightstand beside him.

"What happened last night?" Zuko finally asked.

"You don't remember?" Jet asked.

Zuko shook his head.

Jet took a sip from his cup of coffee, "Well, you called me late last night, and I found you drunk and alone at the Night Beats club, you were pretty smashed so I brought you back here and well... I'm sure you can guess the rest" he said, resting his hand on Zuko's leg.

Flashes of memories from last night rushed through Zuko's mind. Loud music, dancing, the smell of sweat, hands, heat, the sound of moaning, the feeling of pleasure. Zuko tried to ignore these flashes of memory but his cheeks flushed. He avoided Jet's eyes.

"Ah, so you do remember," Jet said, a cocky smile played on his lips.

".... You do realise that is technically rape," Zuko said quietly.