It's been a while and I'm so sorry for those who've been waiting, but I've been busy with other things such as My Hero Academia ~ that show is adorable! This has SMUT be warned! I do not own Avatar the Last Airbender ~ !

Having been invited to stay the night while Sokka finishes up his sword, the group sits in a large dining room decorated with fine drapes and polished woods. And ever since Piandao told them that he knew the nature of which their relationship took, Jet's suspicious eyes had never left the old man's form, eyes constantly watching his every move and tensing when the man's fingers so much as brushed against the handle of his own weapon – Zuko understands Jet's suspicious nature regarding their old teacher and is fine with staying near the dusky teen's side until further notice, content to let Jet do his own thing so long as it wasn't anything stupid.

Piandao puts his soup spoon down, taking a napkin and dabbing at the corners of his mouth, "So, Prince Zuko, Lion-Heart," Jet's entire body turns rigid, "Have you two kept up with your practices?"

"Yes." Jet spits before Zuko can so much as offer a rebuttal, "And I don't see why you care."

Toph murmurs a whoa-a-a while Aang and Katara cast confused glances in each other's direction.

"I care because my teaching would have been for nothing."

"In case you forgot, you only taught me a few lessons before you left." Jet growls, grip on his eating utensils tightening, "I don't think you have room to worry about your teaching having been for nothing."

Piandao lets his lips dip into a subtle frown, "You were violent."

"What did you expect?!" Jet snaps, slamming his utensils onto the tabletop. The room is tense, everyone left in quiet suspense, eyes wide. "I was taken from my home! I was forced to work with ash-makers!"

Toph lets his words sink in, lets the dots connect; Aang's initial response is shock, but that is overruled by the waves of concern washing over him; Katara is just shocked, her mouth agape; and Zuko is frozen in place, shock clear in his amber eyes.

Piandao finally speaks, "Some good did come out of it, did it not?"

Jet blanks, his mind working overtime to catch up to the present until finally realizing what the old man is hinting at – he stands suddenly, lips pulled back into a snarl, pouring his hate and spite into his next words:

"Fuck you."

As he's leaving the table, he hears Piandao sigh as if put upon, as if Jet were nothing more than a nuisance, "I suppose I was wrong. You're still the temperamental child you were all those years ago."

And Jet loses it, his mind shifts into overdrive, memories come flooding in of his family, the fire, the Fire Nation soldiers looking down on him, everyone spitting at him. The fear, the hurt, the hate smelting into something tangible in this very moment – he spins on his heel, vaults over the table, and attempts to tackle the older man, but Piandao moves and grabs Jet's shoulder, he spins them around and slams the snarling teenager into the hardwood floor. Being pinned does nothing to stop his anger, he snarls and snaps, spitting insults and tries his hardest to get at the other man, fingers itching to be covered in blood.

This Jet startles the others, he's like a feral animal that would sooner rip your throat out than cuddle, an animal that calls for the blood of anyone and anything standing in his way. This Jet is the one Aang had seen when he'd held Zuko hostage, if only for a fraction of a second and much more contained than this one that seems all too real.

"Lion-Heart!" Zuko barks, voice edged with a vicious lace. Jet tenses, realizes what he's doing, the Prince rises and moves towards the two men. "I've got him Master Piandao."

Piandao nods and lets up on his grip only for Zuko to haul Jet to his feet and drag him out of the room.

Toph breaks the silence, "What was that about?"

Piandao straightens himself out and gestures for another bowl as his previous one was upended, "That was a glimpse into the past – but he does appear to be tamer."

oOo

Zuko throws Jet into the room they'd been given, a room meant for the both of them as Piandao had said, the Prince is glaring at his lover with all the righteous anger he can manage, the latter not daring to peek a glance at his beloved, knowing full well he'd done wrong.

"What was that?"

Jet sits on the bed, turning away from Zuko, "Leave it alone."

Zuko glares a little while longer before he takes a deep breath and approaches the bed, "Jet," he sits beside the other, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from his body and rests his forehead against his boyfriend's shoulder, "If you're hurting – I want to know. I don't want you to suffer alone anymore." he presses a kiss to Jet's jaw, "Otherwise that was really uncalled for."

Jet sighs, feels tears beginning to spring to life, "It – he reminds me too much of the past. Memories. Feelings. Smells." he turns his head and nuzzles Zuko, "I just want to forget it all."

"Then let me help."

The taller boy smirks, maneuvers Zuko into his lap and meets his gaze, "I know what you can do."

"Jet." Zuko starts, he knows this problem won't go away simply by having sex, but he doesn't know what else to do – he definitely doesn't want to think of his Uncle right now. "What did you have in mind?"

Licking his lips, Jet grabs Zuko's hips and rubs their groins together, a little gasp escaping Zuko, "It's been a while since I was able to touch you, to hold you ~ not with the kids around."

Zuko purrs, fingers tangling in Jet's hair and giving a tug, the taller teen hissing, Zuko presses his lips to Jet's Adam's apple, "They're not here now ~ and we have all night." the firebender licks a stripe up Jet's skin, the latter shivering in delight, "I want to take care of you ~ lay back for me?"

"Of course ~ ," Jet grins, he props himself on his elbows, watching Zuko stand and start removing his sash, "Anything you want, Love ~ ."

"Anything ~ ?" Zuko hums as he slips out of his shirts, he kneels between Jet's legs, eyes never breaking contact, he rests his hands on Jet's knees, trailing them upward, "You know what I want."

"Done."

Jet begins untying his tie, letting it fall where it may and lifts his hips up, pulling his pants down with Zuko's guidance – the Fire Prince's eyes become half-lidded, he licks his lips and leans forward, grabbing the base of Jet's cock and guides the head closer to his mouth, letting the tip of his tongue lick the swollen head, tonguing at the slit. Hand gripping and squeezing the base, he milks what little precum he can before swallowing the shaft, taking as much as he can and using his hand to cover what his mouth couldn't. Jet moans above him, hand reaching down and tangling his fingers in Zuko's hair, nails raking over his scalp, the sensation is pleasant and the Prince lets his boyfriend know this when he moans, the noise causing his throat to vibrate.

Jet mewls, "Fuck baby ~ so good."

Zuko pulls off with a quiet slurp, licking his reddened lips and stares at Jet for a moment, fingers idly trailing along spit-coated skin, "Would you ever let me?"

Jet purrs when Zuko toys with the bulging vein underneath, "Let you what?"

Zuko's fingers trail to Jet's inner thighs, "Take charge."

"I - ," Jet hesitates, he thinks about it and he knows, loves, and trusts Zuko enough to allow it but the thought of losing control – is too much. "I don't – think I can do that, right now."

"Okay." Zuko hums, he doesn't press, instead, he leans forward, rubbing his cheek against Jet's dick, "You're so big."

"You like it ~ ."

"I do ~ ." Zuko coats his fingers in saliva, but as he reaches behind himself, Jet stops him, "What?"

"I got a little something for that."

Zuko pulls away and watches Jet stretch, reaching for the nearby stand – when Jet returns he's holding a small glass jar of what appears to be massage oil.

"Wha - ?" Zuko reaches out, takes the jar in hand and stares, "Where did you get this?"

"I figured Piandao gave us the go-ahead to fuck around since he put us in the same room, so I took a little something-something from his washroom."

"I - ," Zuko pauses, thinking over this and shakes his head, "Never mind."

He pops the cork and takes a quick whiff; it's a little flowery but whatever, it's better than spit. Coating his fingers in the stuff, he reaches behind himself and presses the first finger up against his entrance, he bites his lower lip and adds more pressure. One finger slips in, easy enough. Adding a second finger he lets his mouth drop open, almost there. A third makes his mouth drop open, a little gasp flying free. The stretch feels too good to not acknowledge – he rolls and swivels his hips, thrusts his fingers in and out, loves the feeling, gets lost in it.

But he's soon brought back by a breathless fuck uttered by Jet, whom of which he just so happened to have put a show on for – Jet is hard and he's stroking himself, having taken some of the oil and smeared it over his dick, pupils blown and mouth parted.

Jet is beautiful.

Zuko shuts his eyes and whines, he feels wet and his gut is boiling, "Sorry."

"No need to apologize."

Zuko stands on shaky legs and crawls over Jet, straddling his hips, "I need you."

Jet pushes himself up, lifts his hips up as he holds his boyfriend down, his dick slipping between Zuko's ass, head brushing against the entrance in ways that makes their blood sing, "I'm right here."

The Prince purrs, rubs himself against Jet as the formerly known Lion-Heart makes shallow thrusts until the head catches and slips in, Jet moans and Zuko gasps. The firebender's mouth falls open when he feels the slick sensation of the head brushing deliciously against his inner wall, feels himself filling up until Jet bottoms out. They sit in the dark, face to face, arms wrapped around each other, with nothing but the sound of their heavy breathing to keep the silence at bay.

"You okay?" Jet asks, Zuko nods, pressing kisses to Jet's skin.

Zuko lifts himself up, loving the weight of Jet's hands on him, and lets his body drop, impaling himself on his lover, both moaning in unison – licking his lips, Zuko keeps Jet's hips in place with his thighs, he rests his hands on Jet's shoulders, lifts himself up, and falls back down, finding a steady rhythm that reduces Jet to wordless sentences.

The scarred teen leans forward and kisses Jet, Jet eagerly returning just as good as he gets. They kiss, never getting tired of each other's mouth. They touch, mapping every little detail of skin. They turn desperate, feeling like they could melt. Zuko's rhythm turns frantic and soon he's bouncing with Jet a slurring mess, growling and oh-so close to release, until Zuko stops everything and just rolls his hips.

It takes a fairly long moment for Jet to realize Zuko isn't doing anything but circling his hips, he tries to lift his own hips but the firebender has him kept firmly in place:

"What're you doing?"

Zuko smirks, a purr on his lips, "What do you think?"

"Teasing." Jet growls, frustrated.

Zuko chuckles, "Maybe not what you think."

Snarling, Jet wraps his arms around Zuko and tosses him to the side as he bucks his hips, the Prince letting out a surprised yelp seconds before he's facedown in the sheets, ass in the air. Jet presses against him, rubs the head of his cock against Zuko's entrance, watches Zuko tense in response – without warning, Jet pushes in, grabbing Zuko's hips he starts a quick and fervid pace. Each thrust making Zuko's hips jolt, the Prince buries his face in the bed and moans loud and unabashed, willing to let anyone close by hear him and what Jet was doing to him, what Jet was making him feel. Leaning over Zuko's body, mounting him, Jet rests his chin on Zuko's shoulder, presses kisses to the firebender's cheek and ear, a stream of curses and praise leaving his lips each time Zuko pushes back to meet him.

When Jet comes, he keeps on fucking the Prince down and dirty, listening to the noises the younger makes until his back arches deliciously and comes. A low keening noise escaping the proud Prince.

Grinning lazily, Jet watches his own come trickle out and trail down Zuko's thighs, he finally rolls off of Zuko to lie at his side, the Prince letting his body fall to the bed. They meet each other's gaze and Jet smiles, reaches out with his hand and holds Zuko's scarred cheek in his palm.

"I love you."

Zuko smiles, eyes tired, "Love you too."

Still smiling like a love-struck loon, Jet scoots closer and throws an arm over the small of Zuko's back, shielding him from the world as they fall asleep. The next day, the two accompany the others to Sokka's little ceremony. Piandao giving an uplifting and inspirational speech that makes Jet sneer every once in a while:

"I'm sorry Master." Sokka starts, "You're wrong. I am not worthy. I'm not who you think I am, I'm not from the Fire Nation – I'm from the Southern Water Tribe. I lied so I could learn swordsmanship from you." Sokka holds the sword back up for Piandao to take back, "I'm sorry."

Piandao frowns then turns, "I'm sorry too."

The man swipes at Sokka, the latter dodging in time and pulling out his own sword to block the blow. The others stand, ready to help, but Sokka holds his hand out to them, "No, this is my fight. Alone."

The following fight is interesting – but Jet loses interest halfway through, fights were no fun unless you were actively participating in them. When Sokka is thrown to the ground with Piandao holding his sword to him, the others jump from their place and move to help their fallen friend, but Piandao does not attack and instead speaks, addressing the group:

"I think I'm a little old to be fighting the Avatar."

The group eases, "How did you know?"

"Oh I've been around a while, you pick things up." Piandao takes the towel from his servant "Of course I know from the beginning Sokka was Water Tribe. You might want to think of a better Fire Nation cover name. Try Li, there's a million Lis."

Jet elbows Zuko with a grin on his face, Zuko glares at the teen and elbows him back, albeit harder, the action makes Jet laugh. In the end they're given a pai-sho tile, the white lotus tile, both Jet and Zuko trade looks over the group of kids.

I'm honestly nervous people no longer read this, but for those who do, I'm sorry it took so long! You can thank Angela for the smut as always!