2. Pain

I can't get enough pain, I like it rough. Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all.

"I'm going to run to the market! We need new spark rocks and a few vegetables!" The old man called as he left the house. Jet sneered. Why not just firebend, old man?

Jet sat on the neighboring roof, watching through Li's open window at the apartment. Now, Li was all alone, still lying on the sofa, hand behind his head. He barely registered his uncle leaving, just waving him off.

It was getting dark and the light in the firebender's apartment was starting to go out. Jet didn't know why Li didn't just raise the fire? Why were these two so determined to lie, even when they thought they were in private.

Jet jumped from the roof to the small balcony outside of Li's window. He was able to conceal himself for a moment, in case Li heard anything. When he leaned forward, peering into the window, he saw the sofa empty. He heard a door shut and then running water.

Weighing his options, and then saying the hell to all of them, Jet slipped skillfully into the apartment. He was able to do it earlier, when the two were at work to steal the spark rocks, but now one of them was home.

Saying fuck it, Jet started snooping around the kitchen for any belongings that could give away who they were. If Li came out and confronted him, Jet could always kill him, right?

When he found nothing in the kitchen, he went over to the table next to the sofa. The only thing on that was a small dagger, made from the Earth Kingdom. Jet threw it down in annoyance.

He was walking to get back to the window, when he caught a glimpse through the open door to Li's room. Li's back was turned and Jet could only stop and stare at the taught muscles of his back. How effortlessly the skin pulled over them when he moved his arms. The flex that his shoulder blades did when Li started undoing his pants.

And if Jet wasn't starring already, Li's ass was changing that. Jet had been with both boys and girls before and didn't really care for a preference when there were more important things going on, but this could certainly change things.

Li folded his clothes and turned to put them in a drawer and Jet got his side view, the lean stomach contracting ever so slightly as he walked, and his cock, just so... there. Jet's mouth watered.

He thought of many ways he could go about this, but Jet was Jet, and when did he ever do anything gracefully?

This life is filled with hurt, when happiness doesn't work. Trust me, and take my hand. When the lights go out, you'll understand.

Jet's swords were around Li's neck in an instant and Jet used them to pull him back, flush that gorgeous fucking backside against Jet's hardening dick. Li gasped and tried to pull forward. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Just... shut up, okay?"

Jet rubbed his clothed dick over Li's bare ass, trying to get fiction, not wanting to look Li in the eyes. Li struggled again, managing to undo his neck from the swords and flying forward. When he regained his footing, he turned, so unashamed that he was naked, his dick looking a little firmer. Jet smirked.

"What's wrong with you?"

"You liked it on the ferry," Jet pointed out. From the moment they met, Li couldn't keep his hands off of Jet. Or maybe it was the other way around. Either way, there were plenty of secret handjobs in closets on the ferry. And Li got off to every one of them.

"Yeah, back before you became a psychopath! You've been stalking me all night!" Jet motioned to the window, through the open door, and Jet realized that you could see the roof perfectly through it.

Instead of fighting him, he just smirked. "If you knew I was watching, then why'd you get naked?"

"I thought it'd get you to leave!" Li snarled, his cheeks flushing a little.

Jet rolled his eyes and stalked forward. He wanted to make him hurt, make him bleed, make him beg for it, like the filthy fucking firebender he was. When they got close enough, Jet gripped him by the hair and told him these things. Li moaned, his bath forgotten, his anger forgotten and when Jet pushed him to his knees, Li obliged.

He let Li work him out of his pants, but kept a firm hold on his hair, pushing him forward, making him swallow his cock. Jet was angry, so angry, and he took out that anger on every thrust into Li's mouth, loving the sensation when they boy gagged a little, the breath on Jet's stomach cooling him off.

When Jet's other hand found it's way into Li's hair, he fucked his mouth harder and Li could barely keep up, so he stopped trying. He sat on his heels and let Jet use him. And something about it was so fucking hot that his dick was leaking with precome without even being touched.

Jet pulled him off forcefully, and before Li could catch his breath, there was hot white splashes on his face, covering his lips and cheeks and even a little bit in his hair. Jet was gasping above him, looking down at his canvas.

Li smirked to himself before looking up, meeting eyes with Jet, and licking his lips, scooping most of Jet's come into his mouth.

Jet moaned and used the hand still in Li's hair to throw in on his back, Li crying out in pain. Jet hovered over him, barely letting a thigh touch Li's aching dick. He breathed onto Li's come-covered face and danced his fingers over Li's tense stomach.

"Jet, please-" Li choked out, bucking his hips to make contact with anything.

"Please what?" Jet growled at him, heat filling up his eyes. This is how he wanted his enemies, begging and humiliated. He only wished Li's uncle would walk in right now. See what a fucking disgrace his nephew was, belly up, covered in another man's come, begging to have his cock touched. How the firelord would shame him.

"Touch me." Li gasped, his fingernails digging into Jet's clothed back.

"You're not fucking worthy of touching. You sicken me." Jet did lean his thigh down, though, putting the tiniest bit of pressure on Li's dick, who moaned like he'd never been touched in his entire fucking life. "Get yourself off, fucking firebender. Work for it."

And oh, Li worked for it. He thrusted his hips up, bucked so visciously against Jet's thigh, moaning and gasping like it was all he knew how to do. Jet got bored, though, and pulled back completely. Li whined at the loss, then gasped when Jet flipped him over, brought him up to his knees again.

Jet pressed himself against Li's ass again, gripping his neck in one hand, his cock in the other. The faster he stroked Li, the more pressure he put on his throat. Li was gripping the dirty carpet under them, moaning breathlessly.

"Look at you. Filthy fucking street whore, begging to be touched with someone else's come running down your face. What would your precious nation think of you here? Fucking disgusting."

Li arched away from Jet, spilling all over the carpet and Jet's hand. Jet released his throat and felt a whole other wave of come cascade across his fingers. When Jet let him go completely, Li slumped forward, gasping for air.

Jet slid his come covered fingers into Li's hair, gripping it tight and pulling him back, "You're dead, firebender. Just wait till I get the proof I need."