Rating: T
Genre: Supernatural/Horror
Summary: Jet runs. It's not enough. (Dark Vampire!Fire Nation AU)
The wind is biting and the sea spray is cold and the stone chills Jet's feet through his boots, but he keeps heading farther out, hopping from rock to rock, knowing that eventually he's going to run out of rocks. They are close. He can feel their touch pressing onto his mind, making the wounds in his neck ache.
Some primal, animal part of his brain, concerned only with pleasure, wants to go back to them. He hates it.
The rocks are getting farther and farther apart, and eventually he misses one and has to swim to it through the icy cold waters. He doesn't have the energy or willpower to try and get to the next one, not when he's spending it all on trying to keep them out of his mind, keep his mind out of their hands. Their touch on his mind, specifically his touch, felt like something warm stroking his back, his neck, curling up through his hair, ghosting along his arms, and the shivers from the cold water started to mix with shivers from those touches. Go away, he thinks, yells at them through the hold they have on him.
Darling, he whispers through their link. You're cold and hungry with nowhere to go, and I'm tiring of this hunt. Come home to me and Mai.
He knows their names already, from before they'd started this hunt, from before he knew what they were and thought they were only an innocent couple looking for a good time. From before they'd sunk their fangs into him, Zuko first, then Mai. From...before.
He can feel Zuko getting closer. Of course Zuko would have no trouble on the rocks, not like Jet had; a thousand years of practice would ensure his safe step. But with Zuko getting closer the control gets stronger, and more and more Jet has to fight just to keep himself on the rock, just to keep himself from turning around and running into a warm embrace that the thrall over him insisted was waiting for him. They're monsters. There's nothing but chains waiting for him.
You know that's not true, darling, Zuko's voice whispers inside his head. Jet almost believes him.
Mai's voice is in his head now. It's far less kind. Come on, Jet. Zuko's getting tired and so are you. Come back.
He nearly does. But he manages to stay up until he feels a hand gently tugging on his hair, and the skin-to-skin contact overwhelms his mind with desire. He wants to drape himself over them and feel their touch. He wants Zuko to pick him up and carry him away. He wants to let them kiss him and explore him and do whatever they wanted to him.
"Come now, darling," Zuko purrs, and Jet is powerless to resist him as he slides an arm around his back and under his knees, lifting him up just as he'd wanted to. "Let's go home."
I mean, of course he's wrong about 'nothing but chains waiting for him' and they treat him nicely after. I'm still a shipper.