Note: This is, of course, my very first fanfiction. I know very well my punctuation is probably terrible, I hope it isn't too terrible! Please enjoy either way. c:
"Enng! J-Jet! …Please, faster- I can't-" Zuko pleaded as his arms snaked around the other's neck and pulled the darker teen closer to him, whisperings of encouragement and love moistened the other's ear as the thrusting did exactly as he had instructed. As the boat rocked, Jet rocked with it five-times faster in pace to please the boy underneath him whom locked their mouths together and continued to support the action by low moans. Despite initiating the kiss, Jet quickly took over and pressed his tongue between the swollen pink lips of his one-night lover. Zuko ran his hot tongue against the considerably cooler one that was already searching through his mouth, another moan ran past his vocals and subtly sent vibrations in to the mouth that was crushing in to his with sweet intentions.
Jet pulled from the kiss, a trail of saliva still connecting their lips together before it broke under the strain from Zuko leaning his head back in the final thrust of Jet's hips, while strong hands held his pale body in place as the extension of Jet buried itself deeper in the scarred teens lower half. Warm seed splashed along Zuko's inner walls, making him shudder in the pleasure of the heat and burst himself along his own torso. "Spirits, Li", Jet huffed as he pulled out, his load soon coming with him. His thin fingers pressed against the entrance, going in easily before he pulled out, more escaping and sliding down on to the hard wood of the ship. "I suppose three times without pulling out, there's bound to be a lot." He grinned and looked up to the still shuddering boy, whose expression had changed from erotic to agitated in two seconds flat. A natural talent for this refugee.
"What?" Jet asked, rather annoyed by the other's expression at the moment.
"You know what!" Zuko hissed, quickly sitting up from the overly warm wood of the ship. More of Jet's presence left his body, and a chill went up his spine causing the teen to straighten his back in attention as a squeak left his vocals.
"Obviously, I don't know! Do you always get extra bitchy after sex? What is your deal?" A sly smile crossed his lips at the scene of Zuko, despite being frustrated with the male in front of him his previous expression was washed away completely by this grin. He leaned over and caressed the soft skin of his face, "Come on, Li. If you don't tell me, I'll never know." That charming air around Jet was what managed to get Zuko here in the first place. It was only a matter of time before it was pulled out as another temptation.
The original plan was to sneak around the ship, gather food that was being withheld from the other refugees heading to Ba Sing Se, and their association with each other would be over. Of course, that's not how it turned out. Weak under pleasure after being cornered by the one who called him self 'Jet, leader of the Freedom Fighters' after the heist was over. Zuko was swept up in to this man's pace in more ways than one, which lead to the present. Zuko, otherwise known as Li [to avoid being found out he was Fire Nation], and Jet having intercourse with each other in a storage room.
Zuko stood trying to get away from Jet's alluring aura, his legs felt like jelly underneath him as he walked and gathered his clothes from around the area they had used. "This is your fault! If you hadn't gone on about how we were 'the same', I wouldn't be in this situation!" He hissed and started throwing on his clothes, using one of Jet's to wipe away any semen from his body, before starting back to his Uncle, whom he was sure was worried about him.
"It just wasn't right!" Zuko clenched a tight fist, his knuckles grew white from the pressure. "I'm Prince Zuko of the Fire Nation! I may not have my honor, or…even my nation…but at least I have my dignit-"Zuko released his fists and let his hands hang loosely at his sides. The scarred teen processed his life over and over within the few minutes he stood on the deck, right outside the storage room. Soon his hands turned in to fists again, his left being pulled back and rammed directly in to the wooden wall, "What dignity! I just gave my ass to some bastard!" Zuko yelled, unaware and uncaring for listening ears that might have been in the area.
As he turned to leave a hand quickly grabbed the back of his brown shirt, the sudden lunge backwards caused his legs to give out and topple over and in to the same male he had just yelled at and left. Jet's red shirt was absent from his torso, probably because he had used it to remove the evidence from his body the most he could before he left the storage room. "Hey- Let me go, leave me be! Don't talk to me, don't touch me, don't even look at me!" Zuko struggled, but a strong colored arm wrapped around his shoulders.
Zuko looked up, Jet looked down.
"As much as I enjoy a challenge, I can't do that. Li." Jet frowned, not feeling to happy at the words that were spilling out of the refugee's mouth. He had overheard Li screaming about his dignity being gone from their act earlier, and he certainly wasn't to keen on being called a bastard…but he had been called worse before so he let it go. "You and I- we ARE the same. I'm being serious, Li…if you join the Freedom Fighter's you won't have to worry about those Fire Nation scum! They won't hurt you, I'll make sure of that. I'm a man of my word, you know." Another charming grin…
"I have a hard time believing that. -And I don't need to worry about them! They- They won't hurt me." Zuko knew very well that was not the truth in both cases. Jet just seemed like a liar, and he knew very well that if the Fire Nation got their hands on him he'd be a dead man.
The pale teen struggled against the grip and tried to get free, due to his awkward angle, he hardly had the footing to do anything effective. In fact, his squirming just caused him to fall deeper in to Jet's chest.
Jet's mocha eyes locked on to Zuko's golden ones. His free arm traced from Zuko's chin, across the jaw line, and up. Fingering the scar lightly before his hand was swatted away, the action caught Jet off guard. Overall, his grip loosened and Zuko was able to free himself in a single twirl. Although he wobbled, his footing was surprisingly stable.
They now stood in front of each other, toe to toe.
"Li, you can't tell me that you received that scar from anyone other than the Fire-Freaks. I like you…although we haven't known each other long, I know we've connected. Because, we're similar…" Another hand was brought up and caressed the pale flesh of the other, before it was once again hit away. Harder.
Zuko's expression strained from his own anger and confusion. "Don't touch me. We're not the same, whatever led you to this decision you're wrong! What ever happened in there," Zuko made a robotic movement of his arm to point towards the storage room they were still standing in front of, "Was a mistake." The scarred teen turned on his heel and started walking stiffly towards one end of the ship, in hopes of finding his uncle.
Jet watched, his hand ready to be thrusted towards the retreating form again, but instead was pulled back to his side. "This isn't over yet, Li!" He called out to the figure whom replied with his middle finger. Another smirk crossed his face, "Remember Li, I do love a challenge." With that said, the other left the scene to find his two companions.