Hey there readers! Gosh I suck at drama. But none of you are allowed to tell me that, I already know. So, how was the last chapter? No matter how long ago I may post this- for future references- I don't mind any one telling me. ^ ^
So, this chapter. I believe it is the one all of you `Mature Jetko scene` crazed people have been hoping for. I pray to what ever magic I have in my imagination and hands that this chapter pleases you. NO SKIPPING AHEAD TO THE GOOD STUFF PLEASE! ALSO! Please forgive any spelling/ any grammar mistakes.
Warning: YAOI! Boyxboy. JETKO- Jet and Zuko. Lemony scene. Don't worry, I'll warn all those feint hearted when it is about to pop up- ( haha- perverted mind at work here!) I'll signal the upcoming event with this little sign here and end it with this as well (*).
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters. I do not own Avatar: Legend of Aang/ Last Air Bender.
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Zuko and Iroh had found themselves a new life in Ba Sing Se. Iroh had managed to do well for himself, opening up a lovely tea shop. Zuko, of course, was working there. It had been exactly two months since the farm incident. He hadn't seen hide nor hair of Jet. The only reason Zuko may have been logically expecting the freedom fighter to show up is that he might want to kill Zuko. Although, there was a terrible aching in Zuko's chest. No matter how many people he talked to or tried to get acquainted with, there was always that ever present void of `Jet-less-ness`.
Unbeknownst to Zuko or any one for that matter, Jet had managed to find himself in the great earth kingdom city as well. Smellerbee and Long shot were the only ones to come with him after their home was burned to the ground and every one thought Jet was dead. The boyish young girl was the only one to have found a job, so the other two were living off of her.
Jet spent his time out side of the cramped, run down apartment they had found themselves in. Being in a city was new and annoying for Jet. He was so unused to the loud and busy nature of the people and the city. He had a constant headache from it. In fact, his headache got worse and worse every day.
The lousy advice from the doctors- who didn't give him any medicine- was to get plenty of rest and to drink a lot of water and keep hydrated. Firstly, they couldn't afford the cleanest water- so that was probably more of a hazard to his health than not drinking enough. Also, he was far too restless and twitchy by nature to lay still. Even in his sleep he twitched, no matter how peaceful he may have looked. So he wasn't getting much sleep either due to bad head aches and restlessness.
Smellerbee had come in one day with some `samples` of things from the nicer district.
"Hey guys, come try this."
Longshot and Jet were met with a cup each of the most delicious smelling tea they had encountered. Although, Jet was sure that scent was familiar. Jet wasn't too sure about it at first, questioning everything he could about it before he even picked up the cup. Where did she get it- who gave it to her- did they look like a shifty drug dealer... normal things like that.
Smellerbee scolded him and he ended up drinking it- whether or not he wanted to. Within minutes, his headache was subsiding. He was glad, but then got stuck on the idea that Smellerbee really did get it from a drug dealer who was selling off the market medicines.
He got another hit for that one.
"Stop being stupid. I got it as a free sample from this cool old man who owns a tea shop in the nicer district. He said he would pay me in money and some free samples of tea."
Jet was still uncomfortable about that information. An old man giving young girls `free samples` of something that might be illegal? Maybe it was just in his mind, but at least it was giving the paranoia in his mind something to settle on.
That evening, he decided to investigate. Since he was in full `freedom fighter` mode, Jet was darting across rooftops, his hook swords barely making a sound as he swung them around in his hands, using them to swing off of washing lines and the like.
He landed quietly on the roof top to the tea shop. Hook swords poised in case he was caught- which he was pretty sure he wouldn't be- he spied into the window. To his utter shock- so utter he damn near fell off of the thin balcony railing- Li was wandering around inside the warmly coloured, heated tea shop in an apron- an apron of all things- serving tea.
Serving Tea.
Jet quickly regained what little dignity he had lost gaping in his mind as he collected his severe case of scatter brain. That old man Li must have been with must have been the old man Smellerbee was talking about. Li had spoken highly of his uncle what's-his-name in the brief conversations Jet had gotten out of him between selling potatoes and awkward silences months ago. In fact, his uncle was really the only thing he openly spoke about.
Li's hair was still short, a little longer, but still short. Now Jet was a little stuck. He had wanted some action- `catching low budget drug dealer` kind of action- but instead he was faced with this? This of all things? Then the tea shop scent met his nose. Li had smelled of that tea. No wonder.
What was he supposed to do? He knew what. And he was coming back later that night to execute it.
After the street lamps were lit throughout the city, Jet set out on his secret mission. Although he thought he knew what he was doing... he really didn't.
He crept along the shiny tiles on the roof of the tea shop. He sat stock still on the roof, listening to the quiet but audible movement inside, looking in secretly every now and again, until about midnight. He had located Li's room, the fire bender slept by himself. Once he was sure Li was in bed, he slipped down off of the roof onto the balcony, unlocked the window and crept inside.
There was a lump on the dark bed. Jet quietly closed the window behind him and made his way in the shadows over to the bed. Slowly, a hook sword reached over the blankets and Jet quickly ripped the green materials off the lump to reveal two pillows. A line of cold metal radiated against the skin on Jets neck.
It was somewhat unsurprising that Li wouldn't be that vulnerable, but it was disappointing since Jet thought that he had at least a chance. Li spoke in a gruff, quite voice.
"What are you doing here...?"
Jet let a small smirk tug at the corner of his lips.
"I think you know that a better question would be... what am I not doing here... because I think you already know the answer, am I right...?"
Jet lifted his hook swords so that Li could see them and then dropped them onto the bed. They landed with a soft pat onto the soft materials. Li was sceptical.
"Fine, I do know damn right what you're doing here."
The swords shifted in the scarred teens hands a mere inch, but they did not drop. Zuko continued, his voice low and quiet and his breath damp against Jet's skin.
"I'll give you one chance to walk away and leave me and my uncle be."
Jet let out a chuckle of sorts.
"My quarrel isn't with your uncle unless he is a fire bender too."
Zuko didn't say anything and Jet almost took that as a `yes my uncle is a fire bender too you nit wit` when Zuko murmured quietly.
"No."
The prince cocked his swords closer to Jet's neck.
"So what will it be...? I'm asking you nicely to leave now."
Jet could see how Zuko's hands tightened on the handles of the swords and he smirked.
"But you already know what I'm going to do... don't you Li..."
As much as Jet really didn't want to admit now, he and Li had grown rather close and fond of one another. They had learned to read each other well in the brief month or so they had known one another. That meant that Zuko knew Jet wasn't leaving, let alone leaving without a fight.
Jet added.
"You know you can't kill me where I stand now, since you wouldn't honestly kill an unarmed man."
Zuko muttered under his voice.
"I wouldn't kill you..."
But it wasn't even a whisper and Jet didn't catch it. The prince actually allowed Jet to grab his hook swords from the bed, and as the teen twitched with the promise of a fight, Zuko cut in.
"One last thing. We will fight outside and where nobody can see us."
Jet's face sunk into a dark scowl, but Zuko couldn't see it as he was still behind Jet, swords poised at his neck.
"Why, so that you can use your fire bending?"
His voice had risen but Zuko's didn't as he explained in frustration.
"No, so that I don't wake up my uncle and so that no children see us."
As late as it was, swords clashing made a lot of noise and that usually led to curious people wandering outside to see what was going on. Honestly, Zuko didn't want any body else getting hurt. He didn't really want to do this in the first place.
Jet, as honourable as he would allow himself to agree to a fire benders wish, reluctantly nodded. The swords fell from his neck and the two exited the room through the window. They leapt across roof tops until they were somewhere near a lake where the high stone walls kept them in silent shadows. Nobody else was around at all.
Jet chewed heatedly on his stem as he glared at Zuko. The prince had an equally scary face on as they stood poised in their ready stances. Jet lashed out first, he charged and slashed and swung. Zuko, even though he was more skilful, still found it difficult to block the attacks with any form of ease but he did it fluently. Jet was swinging with hatred. The tanned teen wasn't even terribly tactical as, when he missed, he would just try and hit again, careless so far of his own defences.
Zuko could only hope such hatred would run dry before he was forced to do any serious damage. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case and Zuko was left with only one option, minus fire bending, as he was knocked down and didn't have another choice. So far it had all been blocking, but now was the first real moment in which Zuko struck back.
The scarred teen drove the hilt of his sword into Jet's stomach. The tanned teen was exhausted more so than Zuko and took the hit badly, stumbling around and barely keeping his feet. Zuko struck back again and again until Jet was a bundle of exhaustion on the floor, bleary eyed and gasping. Zuko stood over him, the tip of his blade inches from Jet's tanned nose. Zuko was a little battered; his un-scarred cheek swelling, his lip bruised and bleeding a little. It was only fair do's that Jet was just as, actually more so, beaten that him.
Zuko stood up straight and placed his swords away. Jet shouted at him.
"What the fuck are you doing? Go on, kill me! Kill me or I'll just come after you!"
Zuko replied.
"I know."
Maybe Zuko was hoping too much, but he was certain that, since he didn't kill Jet, the freedom fighter wouldn't come after him again. Then again, he had come to know Jet fairly well and knew that his high hopes were just in his imagination.
As Jet trudged home, bruised and limping a little, he was furious. He slammed the door open and Smellerbee and Longshot both flinched at his loud entrance. Smellerbee scowled with worry as he grumpily trudged to his room.
"Jet! What the hell happened?"
He growled a few things then finished with `NOTHING DAMN IT!` as he made his way into his room. Smellerbee and Longshot exchanged a glance before the girl sighed.
"I guess I'll go and tend to him when he's in a better mood."
Longshot gave the slightest nod and continued with his bread making.
Jet paced in his room for a bit, threw an already beaten up set of drawers across the room, then fell to his knees in the corner. He would never have shown such mercy to Li, in fact, the freedom fighter was about ready to stick him ten times like a pig the moment he got the fire bender down on the ground. Then again... would he really have done that to Li? Cute, socially awkward, fucking unbelievably adorable Li? He pulled at his brunette hair and curled up in a ball.
Zuko trudged home highly unamused and silent. A far more solemn look on his face than usual. When he walked in the front door, his uncle had gotten up for a midnight tea-break. Which meant Iroh had more than likely heard it all and seated himself at the table, waiting for Zuko to come back. Zuko closed the door, his back to his uncle.
"So, where did you go Zuko...?"
The prince murmured some things under his voice.
"Just went for a walk... uncle."
A painfully bad lie. Iroh would wait for him to tell the truth, but Zuko didn't. He stopped dragging his swords behind him until he got to his bedroom. Iroh sighed worryingly.
"Honestly, Zuko... going and getting yourself beaten up like this..."
He sipped his tea.
Zuko sat down quietly on his bed, facing the window with his swords neatly beside him... hardly used. His face tensed as he grew sad. Jet had just tried to kill him. With every swing of those hook swords came a promise of death. He left his swords where they were and lay down, looking at the ceiling.
His dreams led him back to the stall, under the shifting leaves. The sun hitting Jet's skin every now and again. How Jet teased him openly, juggling potatoes and winking at him every ten minutes, getting really close and breathing down his neck in only the best way possible. The hum of his voice. Then to when they were in the tiny abandoned hut. They had only kissed once and it was a quiet sin in the middle of the forest in the middle of the night.
But Zuko's dream let it go further. Jet's warm hand coming up to cup his cheek, the sounds of their breaths as they rearranged themselves without ever disconnecting their lips. Jet kneeling between Zuko's thighs and littering heated kisses down under his jaw under his scarred eye then down his neck.
The feathery sensation under the heavy sucking on the soft flesh of Zuko's neck. The tickling trembles of wet kisses on his collar bone. Jet's long, gentle, warm fingers trailing his clothes until they came to an opening then crossing the expanse of his chest and then down the side of his rib cage to slide around to his back and cup their bodies closer. The unbelievably sweet taste of Jet as their mouths moved gently together and turned only to find a better angle and a sweeter taste.
Zuko's clothes slipping from his shoulders as one of Jet's hands pulled them off, the other hand pulling at Zuko's short black hair to move his head back as the tanned teen hummed desperate for more sensation on Zuko's neck. The deep sound vibrating right through Zuko's shoulder and sending spine arching chills up and down his back.
Zuko's eyes drooping from the heat and the touch of Jet's fingers over various parts of his body. His own fingers tracing the bandages over Jets upper body. He could still feel the movement of the other boy's muscles and ribcage under the white material.
Then, Jet's hand wrapping around his lower body. That moment of shock as Zuko's body arched into Jet's chest, the pressure making Zuko shudder. The feeling of Jet as he pushed against Zuko's wet skin. That moment of sharp surprise and pain. Jet rocking their bodies together, Zuko's legs shaking as they hooked around Jet. He could feel the smooth yet sharp figure of Jet's waist and hips.
Jet's hands at the low of his back and at the nape of his neck. The boy's chin as it sat in the crook of Zuko's shoulder and neck. The hot, hot breathing and the rocking becoming all Zuko wanted. All Zuko needed. The rub of skin on skin. That moment away from...
Zuko shot up, his covers flying half way across the room due to the velocity they were thrown with. Zuko breathed heavily until he realised the very evident rise between his legs. He held his breath and nearly turned blue as he bit into his lip when he came, his hands clasped over himself to stop there being too much mess.
Zuko's breath hitched uncontrollably for more than ten minutes and he shuddered, his eyes fluttering as he brought his knees up and he attempted to curl up into a ball. Face flushed red, sweat sliding down his skin, mouth open and breathing for more air but quietly.
"Damn it..."