Notes: Dedicated to Criztalinz and Kyogre because their comments made another plot bunny show up.

Zuko knew that Aang loved him. Aang proved that in the many ways he showed affection. But he also knew that Aang loved many people, even if not sexually. Yet that was how their relationship started as well. After all, it took a while before they became as physical as they were now.

Zuko never thought of Aang ever betraying him. It simple wasn't in his nature. But Zuko sometimes imagined Aang leaving him for someone better, like someone prettier, or someone who didn't have quite the same temper. He would wonder when Aang would come to him and gently tell him that they could no longer be together.

Really, he couldn't figure out why such things bothered him far more than with Mai. Looking back, Zuko could see how possessive he was of her. Of course, he would only find out later that he was possessive of her as a close friend, but he didn't want to think about that. The whole situation had been rather embarrassing and painful, though Mai now enjoyed to watch him squirm when discussing it.

With Aang, the need to touch Aang, especially when others were around, scared him. He had made numerous people uncomfortable just by watching their every move around Aang.

Aang barely paid attention to such details.

Yet the fear of losing him would come and go. What he never expected had been having the fear instilled in him because of a friend.

Really, he knew the conversation had been innocent enough. Toph and Aang talked about relationships, and joked about previous ones.

"You know, you must have a thing for teachers, because so far you've been with two. Should I worry?" Zuko had heard Toph say to Aang.

"Maybe you should," Aang had replied with a laugh.

The two had laughed, but Zuko had turned back, deciding not to join the two as he had originally planned. He had not brought it up, but the seed of self-doubt had been planted.

Zuko hated the spring festival. It wasn't that he disliked affection. On the contrary, he loved touching Aang and being touched by him. In fact, they had been lectured several times that bedrooms were created for a purpose. Hallways were meant to be walked in, and the gardens were public.

But the spring festival purposely focused on couples, which in itself wasn't a problem. The problem were the people looking for a partner.

Zuko had been asked out a few times by some of the aristocratic women and a few men when his relationship with Aang became public.

However, people flocked to Aang. He really couldn't blame them. He had grown to be a very handsome man, he had a good heart, he was powerful, and his personality was infectious.

It didn't make him feel any better.

"Zuko, do you mind if I borrow Aang for the rest of the afternoon?" asked Katara, watching as Aang amused the crowd with several jokes.

"No, not at all," Zuko replied, lying, but doing his best to appear as sincere as possible. Katara glanced at him, raising an eyebrow, but decided to remain silent.

Aang knew something was wrong the minute he walked into the bedroom. However, it took him several seconds to process the fact that Zuko was glaring at him. Instead, he became distracted by what Zuko wore.

Zuko wore a royal blue silk tunic, tied at the waist. He was leaning on his elbow, so the fabric had fallen off one shoulder, teasing him with a view of his chest and a nipple. The silk pants didn't do much in hiding Zuko's strong leg muscles.

The only reason that Aang didn't pounce was the fact that he finally looked up at Zuko. The other was smirking, but not in amusement. The dark hues of the silk and Zuko's hair made him appear even more pale.

"Did you have a good time with Katara?" Zuko asked. Aang opened his mouth, but blinked. He was fairly sure that the phrase 'dripping with venom' was invented for the way Zuko had just spoken.

"Uh, yes," he replied finally, watching Zuko carefully. "I'm sorry I didn't warn you about us having dinner. We didn't really plan anything."

"Of course not. Why would I be angry?"

Aang thought about this. Why indeed would Zuko be angry? It had not been the first time that Katara and he had met to catch up on things. Perhaps something during the day had irritated him?

"How were the meetings?"

"The same as usual," drawled Zuko. "They tried to lecture me, I told them exactly what I thought and eventually they agreed."

"Oh, well, that's good…"

"Of course. Not all of us get to enjoy the festivities all day long."

Aang knew he was getting closer, but wasn't quite there yet. He took a few steps closer.

"You know, people are crazy during this festival. I swear I got asked out a dozen times, even though everyone knows I'm with you."

Zuko's eyes narrowed just a little, his lips turning down into a frown. "How very lucky of you."

Suddenly, the pieces fell together.

"You're jealous," said Aang, his eyes wide. "Are you seriously jealous?"

"I'm not jealous!" Zuko replied, though his tone said otherwise, and his cheeks colored. He looked down at the book he had been reading.

"You really are…"

Aang was stunned. He knew Zuko had a temper, and could be very possessive, but he always thought Zuko had gotten over these issues. Clearly, he had been wrong.

And frankly, instead of angering him, Aang felt a bit turned on. He knew the way Zuko's mind worked. He would never blame a friend, but believe it was one of his shortcomings.

Aang climbed onto the bed, crawling slowly over to Zuko, who simply ignored him. However, when Aang reached out to touch him, Zuko sat up quickly, grabbing his hand in a tight grip.

"No," Zuko said.

"You know, you're cute when you're like this, acting all greedy over me," Aang replied.

"I am not cute," spat Zuko.

"Oh, but you are greedy?"

"I didn't say that! Stop putting words into my mouth, Avatar."

"Oh ho. We're starting with names again? Now now, dear Fire Lord. No need to get all bitchy…"

With a snarl, Zuko launched himself at Aang. They had an agreement between themselves that whenever they spared, they would never use bending unless they decided beforehand otherwise. So, Zuko attempted to release his hands, now both in Aang's grip, probably to punch him, if Aang guessed correctly. When Aang attempted to pin Zuko to the bed, Zuko would simple flip them back over.

For several good minutes, they struggled, Aang with a grin on his face, Zuko snarling, with a nice shade of pink across his cheeks.

Finally, Aang managed to pin Zuko to the bed, holding his arms down and his legs tangled with his own. However, he didn't expect Zuko to lean up and bite him on the neck.

He sat up, letting go of Zuko immediately, and touching his neck, an incredulous look on his face. Zuko didn't move, his hair tussled on the pillow, smirking, and the tunic hanging from his elbows.

"You asshole! Did you seriously just bite me?"

"Yes, I did."

Aang sputtered, "You cocky…stuck up…"

Zuko's lips twitched, his legs falling open just a little.

Aang's tirade ended quickly, the heat from before flowing back into him. He tore the tunic off before leaning forward to nip at Zuko's lips. Zuko retaliated by moving his hands up and under Aang's shirt, and then running his fingernails down his back, causing Aang to hiss.

"I should spank you," growled Aang into Zuko's ear. "Just for being a brat."

Zuko shuddered. "I might like that, you know."

"Fuck, Zuko…" Aang managed before flipping him over. Zuko struggled a little to get into a different position, but not as much as before. Aang managed to pull Zuko's pants down enough to expose his ass before he pulled himself out. Aang paused for a second, and Zuko looked over his shoulder, nodding once. With a one quick thrust, earning him a shout from Zuko, Aang entered his lover completely. He didn't allow Zuko time to adjust, causing both of them pain and pleasure. It was very rare that they played rough, but Aang knew Zuko didn't mind.

Aang was pleased at the way Zuko shouted as he was repeatedly penetrated, as the bed shook underneath them with the force of Aang's movement. He had to admit, however, that he was a bit worried the guards would burst through the doors the way Zuko yelled when he came, while at the same time, pleased that it was he who caused such a reaction.

Carefully, Aang helped Zuko lay down before he laid down beside him. Zuko winced as he rolled over to look at his lover.

Aang could feel desire surge through him as Zuko regained his breath, cheeks reddened, sweat making his skin glisten.

"You're beautiful," Aang said, pushing hair out of Zuko's face.

"I still don't know how you can say that," Zuko said.

"Because that's what I think. I don't look at just one part of you. I look at the whole you. Everything that makes you Zuko. I love all of you."

"Oh…"

"Including," Aang said with a grin, "the selfish parts."

Fin