Disclaimer: No, I do not own Zuko or Jet or the Avatar series.

Insomniac Racoon Chan: This is a small one-shot between Prince Zuko and Jet. It's a bit of a smut... sort of fluffy, but not really. It might turn into a story actually...

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The Worst of Ways

Zuko hated Jet in the worst way.

The peasant only created more trouble for him each time they met.

He hated Jet, in the worst ways possible. Zuko hated that he actually did like the tan-skinned boy just a little, and he hated that Jet wouldn't ever know this.

Zuko was sure that Jet hated him back, but he didn't mind that. Though the reason for the other male's proposal was unexpected, as were there desires for one another. They didn't like each other; they confirmed all they needed was release.

That release had lasted for nearly three months now. Months of days that consisted of Jet sneaking over to the fire bender's uncle's tea shop late when he should have been working, and gave each their release as hard and as long as he could. And still, what they were was not a couple; in fact Zuko wasn't sure if it was even a relationship, as he so called it.

As time grew on, the fire bender feared the people in the village were beginning to think something of he and the other teenager. Zuko's uncle was the most suspicious.

And the young prince wouldn't know how to act if he was discovered being intimate with the enemy. He did know that he would be disowned from his uncle, as he already had been disowned from his father and their clan.

But Zuko also had to think of Jet. Jet had two comrades who looked up to him deeply and hated Zuko terribly. How would Jet feel if his friends found out about he and Zuko? Whenever the fire-bending prince thought of that, he merely scoffed and pushed it aside.

Jet didn't care about the young prince, so Zuko shouldn't care about the damned peasant either, he told himself.

Besides, all of what they did would end soon, so it didn't matter.

Jet was leaving for his home tomorrow morning, and he wasn't coming back.

Zuko sighed, his arms hanging at his sides, he sat on the roof of his uncle's teashop. The moon was full tonight, luminously floating in the sky, and capturing Zuko's amber eyes. He enjoyed nights like these actually. When the village was so peaceful, the sky serene, when no one bothered him, not even Jet.

These nights, reminded him of his mother. Often she would sit out at night with Zuko and watch the moon just with him, telling him stories of the children on the moon, and whispering sweet words into his ears, as he would drift off into sleep safely in her arms.

Zuko missed those nights. He missed being held; missed the comfort of a hug.

Prince Zuko was not as tough as he led everyone to think. He really did have a soft side, but no one ever saw that part of him.

Zuko wrapped arms around his body. He tried to picture his mother; her calm smile and pretty face, and he felt little warmth but suddenly that warmth –as little as it was, was gone just as his mother had gone, and Zuko felt cold; felt bitter freezing within his chest. His mother's face disappeared and was replaced with a rougher handsome one, that of Jet. And Zuko felt heat, heat return to his body, looking into the eyes of his lover.

Wait – why was he thinking of Jet just now? He didn't feel a thing for the other boy, right?

"Feeling lonely without me, Zuko?" a familiar voice asked, surprising said person in perfect timing. Arms came down over the prince's shoulders; he felt and heard husky breathing above his ear.

"Are you that full of yourself as to think that you are all I think about? There are other people in my life you know…" Zuko told Jet, not moving from their position, eyes still locked on the moon.

Jet chuckled, tightening the grip his arms had over Zuko's thin neck. He could choose to hurt the pretty boy at any moment. But Jet wouldn't do such a thing… to something that he considered precious.

"Tch… but I am the most important, Prince Zuko. You can't disagree with that," said Jet with a smirk.

Zuko opened his mouth for a smart answer, but closed it. Maybe he couldn't disagree after all; maybe Jet was right. Zuko didn't have anyone closer to him then the other boy, and thinking now, Zuko knew that it wasn't even as close as it sounded.

The closest thing he had with a person was hatred.

I'm pathetic.

"What are you doing here anyway? Shouldn't you be getting ready for your leave tomorrow," Zuko said, the last part as more of a demand than a question.

Why would such a person like him waste his time with me? He could have surely found another to satisfy his needs.

"Don't get so fired up just yet," Jet chuckled again, this time grinning at his little joke. "I didn't want to leave without saying my goodbyes, Zuko."

Zuko knew what he meant by "goodbyes." He wanted sex of course. And the cocky country boy was sure he would get it.

Why me?

The prince knew he should have refused the other male; and broken their ties severed by hate or not. But he couldn't do it. If this were their last time, it wouldn't matter, right? It wouldn't matter how many times Zuko came, no matter how many times he lost himself in the essence that was Jet, it would all be the same; they would continue to hate each other, and Jet would leave tomorrow morning, to leave Zuko alone as he always had been.

Soon Zuko was on his back, unclothed and uncomfortable with the cool shingles scratching against his pale skin. But he didn't care, because Jet's tongue was in his mouth, and his hands were roaming anywhere and everywhere they pleased.

Zuko moaned into Jet's mouth, as the tan boy pressed his arousal against Zuko's own. The prince groaned, his fingers clutching and twisting the dark hair on the dominant teenager's head. Jet suddenly bit Zuko's lip, and the fire bender dissolved into him, his mind leaving himself.

He hated Jet in the worst way. He felt pleasure during their sex, but as for feelings he felt nothing, because,

Zuko hated Jet; hated the way he would let his tongue slide around Zuko's pink nipples, and then the peasant would bite down on them gently, just to extract a pleased moan from his lover, and he would continue on with the rest of his skin, licking and sucking, and pulling the porcelain flesh between his teeth on the most soft parts of his body, just like Jet was doing now.

Zuko hated Jet when he prepared Zuko, slipping wet fingers one by one into his tight hole, and asking him if he wanted the teenager's cock yet – teasing him with scissoring motions, and then leaned down to kiss him, to silence his cries, like he was doing now.

Zuko hated Jet in the worst ways, when Jet would ease all of himself into Zuko's entrance, making sure they both felt good until he continued, and then pull out half-way, putting an arm around Zuko's back, and resting one hand on his hip, only to slam back inside of him harder each time, withdrawing screams and moans of pure bliss, like he was doing now.

The prince hated when Jet made his hips buck and his body writhe, he hated him when he made him cum, but hated when Jet would release inside of Zuko all the more; when he filled up Zuko good, and then removed his dick from the fire-bender and leave him to clean himself, but he wasn't doing that now.

Jet wanted to make their last time more memorable. Jet wanted to do something he had never done with Zuko before; something that Zuko would never think Jet would do, something to capture the boy finally, to make him always remember the other forever.

Zuko was surprised at the change of Jet when he wrapped both of his arms around Zuko, and pounded into him more and more, with his head just over Zuko's shoulder. Zuko was even more surprised as Jet began to chant the fire prince's name, and he was shocked even when he felt his heart skip a beat, and when his arms came around Jet's back, and his legs wrap around Jet's waist, he was surprised.

He was surprised when he also called out Jet's name, eyes closing tightly, and he moaned it and screamed the three-letter word again and again, none of the other caring now if they were discovered there on top of the roof.

Zuko's eyes were half-lidded, steamy, when the latter spoke to him, kissing him on the mouth first, and still thrusting inside of him slowly, "let's come together okay?"

All the prince could do was nod once, emitting a sweet noise from within his throat, as his fingernails clawed into Jet's skin, and they whispered their names back and forth back and forth again until both climaxed at the same time exact; with Zuko's back arching as the hot white liquid sprayed his inner thigh area and stained Jet's stomach and Jet releasing his semen inside of Zuko. Their screams joined together as it happened.

Zuko hated Jet for getting so close to him this way; he hated Jet for holding him and then kissing him as pulled his cock out slowly, like he was doing now.

"Let me embrace you this one time, Zuko," Jet whispered into Zuko's ear, as he held him securely.

Zuko hated himself for giving in to Jet's request, for allowing himself to close his eyes after the tan-skinned boy said it, and for also wanting for Jet to hold him slightly feeling it somewhere inside his heart.

As that night ended, the moon had begun to fade away, and Zuko knew that Jet's departure would not be as nice for him as he thought it would be.

After that night, Zuko discovered, that he did in fact hate Jet, but not in the ways he always did.

Zuko hated Jet for making him fall in love with the peasant boy, and that, Zuko concluded was the worst of ways to hate someone.

Authors notes: Well, I hoped you liked it. Like I mentioned earlier... it might turn out to be a story. I just like the pairing of Zuko and Jet. So, review and tell me what you think...