Hey there readers! Just to let all of you faithful readers know, I do read your reviews! I always read them! Even if I don't reply! I live off of them, I feed on them! Now that's getting kind of creepy of me... isn't it... sorry.

So, what's going to happen now? Yeah, I'm asking myself too. Hope you've been entertained so far. Not long now. Hehe.

Warning: BOYXBOY LOVE! YAOI! Maybe a bit of swearing and a little fighting, for the weak hearted.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters. They are the wonderful creation of Mike and Bryan.

So now my pretties... ENJOY! XD

Smellerbee twitched at the table. Jet had gone off the previous night, before either her or Longshot had any indication he was going out again. Sure, he would be gone a day or so at a time, but this time something definitely felt wrong. He had been running idiotic `errands` on this Li guy who was supposedly a fire bender. Her finger damn near tapped a hole right through the table when Longshot placed his calming palm over it. She didn't notice she had been holding her breath and ended up panting.

"Hey... do you think he did something stupid and got himself caught...?"

Longshot's reply was a deadpan `Possibly yes` and Smellerbee debated whether or not she should bang her head off of the table multiple times, as if that might change something or get rid of the worried headache which had plagued her since she noticed Jet had gone.

"Maybe I'll wait just a little longer..."
Longshot disagreed with that. She was already late for work enough as it was. Any more waiting and she might be fired.

Although, going to work wasn't taking her mind off of things any more than tapping a hole in the table would. Her mind was swirling.

`Damn it Jet! This is supposed to be our second chance at things. You promised...`

When she showed up at her work place, she was stopped before she fully tied her apron.

"Oh, you didn't get the memo?"

She paused.

"Memo...?"
Had she been fired? Was she really that late?

"Yeah, we're kind of out of business for a while."

Smellerbee's obvious expression of confusion had her co-worker eventually explaining.

"One of the teashops were burned down yesterday. They think it was some sort of attack by a group of delinquents. It had been happening a lot in that area these past few weeks."

Smellerbee panicked and gripped the tassels of her apron.

"A-any one get hurt?"

"Oh, no one was hurt. But, one of the two guys who escaped was taken into custody by those Dai Li agents. Turns out he's been the culprit. A nutter going on about fire benders in the city or something like that."

Smellerbee dropped the tassels. She then ran. She ran straight back to their tiny cramped home, tears brimming her eyes.

`Jet... you promised!`

Longshot flinched as the door was slammed open. When he turned, he took one look at the dis-shelved Smellerbee and knew. He just knew as she went to him and hugged him, grabbing his clothing tightly.

Later that night, in Iroh's teashop, Zuko silently slipped on his dark outfit and placed his mask on his belt. He crept out his window, closing it quietly behind him, and jumped down into the back ally. As he went to put on his mask comfortably, a shuffle and a whistle and Zuko was hit in the head with an incredible force. His head snapped back and he stumbled in the dark ally until he leaned against a wall, hidden in the shadows.

He peered around the side of the wall and standing blatantly on a roof was one man, bow in hand with another arrow already perched upon the string. Although, that wasn't his only problem. He knew some one was behind him, but wasn't fast enough to move. A knife was held to his throat and a husk voice growled in his ear.

"Go on, I dare you... move. I'll let you taste by blade."

Zuko's eyes narrowed behind his mask and he turned his head slightly. He was letting his captor know he was listening. They spoke again.

"Now, you're going to tell me where they took my friend. You know him. Tall, brown hair... Jet."

At the sound of that name, Zuko flinched. Not in discomfort, not in fear. He flinched because he remembered that he was wasting time just being pinned here, that he needed to get to Jet.

The blade pressed more so on his neck.

"Don't play the silent treatment with me, `Li`."

His fake name was spoken in distaste. He spoke quietly but firmly.

"I didn't get him taken away. I'm trying to get him back."

The voice growled, gripping his clothing.

"Why, so that you can kill him before he spills anything about you being a fire bender?"

A near nostalgic ring to how those two words were spat.

He was pushed forward. He stumbled but turned to face his attacker. Well, the other tall one had shown up next to the short grumpy looking one. They had to have been Jets companions, those two in particular he would practically brag about back in simpler times with potatoes and secrets well kept. He decided he might as well remove his mask, no harm could come from them knowing his face since they already knew who he was. Well, kind of knew who he was any way.

"How did you find me...?"

The short grumpy one folded their arms.

"Scarred face, posture like a stick's up your ass... Jet didn't leave out much in his drunken descriptions of you before he found out you were a fire bender."

Zuko still felt a pang at how those last two words were spoken. Having figured he had spent enough time with these two, he put his mask back on.

"Well, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go and rescue him. You two are welcome to join."

The short grumpy one snorted.

"How could a kid like you possibly save Jet? He's one of the best fighters I know and if he is easily caught in this place, you don't stand a chance."

Zuko, obviously insulted, spun to them and argued in a rash tone.

"I'm not a kid!"

The response came with another snort.

"Seriously? You're like... sixteen."

Zuko pointed an accusing sword at the two of them.

"So? You can't be more than fifteen your selves."

The reply came short and sweet.

"Jet's seventeen..."

Zuko was caught out on that one. He could have sworn with the childish ways back when they were selling potatoes, that Jet was merely tall, but definitely younger than himself. Eventually, after a little awkwardness, figuring out Smellerbee's and Longshot's names, the fact that they weren't both boys and some trust issues, the three had established a half decent plan on how to rescue Jet. The only problem was, even after they spent most of the night finding out that Jet was under Lake Laogai, more than likely being held in a highly complex and confusing labyrinth of halls and rooms, under heavy guard... a half decent plan wasn't nearly what it would take to get to him, let alone rescue him.

They waited until earth benders had emerged from the water via a hidden tunnel made of stone. As fast as they could, they quickly leapt from their hiding place and down the tunnel as it was closing. Having reached the eerie green tunnels, the three split up and were on their way to saving Jet.

As the plan would have it, Jet and his Freedom Fighters had this whistle they would use to communicate with one another. Zuko had never really needed to whistle before, but considering the situation, he was a fast learner. His fast steps and wall crawling abilities helped him avoid many guards which trooped about the halls.

In a dank, dark cell, a very bruised Jet sat slumped and exhausted. Only a day of interrogation and he was already like this? He was sure he could handle more than this before. Then again, there were parts when he was sure he had blacked out some how. All he could remember was a green light and some voices and then he would wake up utterly exhausted again. Even beaten. Was he mentally resisting something?

He didn't get to ponder it much more when he heard a tweeting. What poor bird had found itself in such a dank prison? There was something very familiar about that whistle. Something in his brain just wasn't clicking though. Probably had something to do with that green light and those black- outs. There was a whistling outside of his cell door and with the clear accuracy of the pitch and tone, Jet's head shot up.

Even though it was a whistle of a Freedom Fighter, a blue masked person clad in black stood in the doorway of his cell. Then Jet soured. What kind of cruel, delusional trick was this? The mask was then removed and in the low green light, Li's face... Li's?

Bleary eyes tried to focus in on who was really in the door way. It couldn't really be Li... could it? The relieved and worried expression on Li's face concluded that yes, it was really him. He ran over to Jet's chair and cut the straps quickly. When Jet stood, he grabbed the shoulders of the other teen and brought him in close.

Not for a hug. Hell no. Jet pressed his lips onto the scarred teens mouth. This was definitely not going to be a tender kiss as not to bruise, this was going to bruise. He could tell Li was taken by surprise by the sudden hunger of the kiss. Jet damn near undid his clothes there and then. He had shoved Li against the cold wall and moved his hands down to entwine with Li's. He then pinned Li's hands against the wall too. He pressed their bodied together as much as he could. Their necks craning from the pressure they were applying to the mouth contact, wet and hot and tasting so damn good.

Both of them, though fairly tired and exhausted, suddenly found a new source of energy. They broke off and panted, basking in one another's warm breath and radiance. Their foreheads touching, Jet brought his hand up and gently placed it on scarred skin.

"Took your time bright eyes..."

They were about to keep going when someone cleared their throat in the cell door way. Jet turned to gaze approvingly at his two friends.

"And the whole gang is here."

Li was still panting. His head was lowered and turned out of sight from the other two as he attempted to wipe away saliva that wasn't his which was smeared over his lips.

Smellerbee was nudged urgently by Longshot. She then urged the two boys out of the cell.

"C'mon Jet, you can smooch later."

Jet took Li's hand with that cocky smile of his.

"I don't have a problem with that."
Li put his mask back on and the four of them were in the halls, finding their way back to the exit. Unfortunately, they ran into an issue.

There was suddenly much shouting and footsteps and before they knew it, they had been found out. Jet and Li were separated from the other two, but they managed to find a tight spot to hide in as the guards hunted them down. Li commented through his mask.

"We need to get back with the others."
Jet pulled Li further back into the hiding place, swapping so that he was in front.

"Knowing those two, they'll be finding their own way. We'll get out, and they know it."

Li asked.

"...What if we get caught...?"
Jet looked back to that blue mask and smiled that smile of his.

"Now why would I want to go and get caught again? If that happens, I'll hardly get to do this more."

The confusion was evident in Li's voice.

"Do what-?"

Although, before he finished his sentence completely, Jet had pushed his mask up and kissed him again. He opened his mouth and Li unconsciously opened his as well, their lips in sync. Jets tongue slipped out of his own mouth and over to Li's, and once it was safely over there, he lightly closed their lips around it. Li's tongue following suit and rubbing against Jet's.

Then their bodied grew closed together and Jet was pushing Li into the rocky walls of their tiny hiding place. Li's hands and come up to clench Jet's shoulders while Jet's hands ran down Li's sides. The sensation of the heat from Jet's palms and moving the fabric against Li's skin had the scarred teens breath hitching, his mouth opening wider as his breath quietly quickened. Li's mouth was open again, therefore letting Jet's tongue work more magic. Jet's hands travelled further down, past the hips, until they had moved around to Li's ass where they gripped lightly but forcefully, pulling their lower halves together tightly and arching Li's back. Jet skilfully moved down Li's neck, sucking on paler, more tender skin.

Zuko's eyes snapped open after he had let out a rather heated moan. He now noticed that Jet was rocking in to him, the friction causing a heat to rise within them. Zuko knew they needed to stop, and hummed in distress at the idea of stopping right after Jet had found his sweet spot. But, the situation called for it, and when they were out of danger and out of this place, they would do so much more and be free to do so.

He was nearly weak with pleasure and found it hard to do anything more than let Jet devour him. But he forced his head to move to Jet's ear. Zuko let out a rather erotic voice as he tried to speak and sound serious, as all he managed to do was breathe Jet's name.

"...Jet..."

That nearly sent Jet off on the final tangent but Zuko managed more.

"Jet, we need to get out of here..."
Even though Jet didn't really have any more control than Zuko, he, too, managed to stop.

"All right. But as soon as we're out of here, you're mine."
With that said, the two of them quickly checked the hall way and were on their way again.

On their travels throughout the tunnels, they had discovered a room filled with weapons and, surprise-surprise, they found Jet's hook swords. After that, there was a weird ringing noise which echoed down the hall and the two stopped. Zuko wondered out loud.

"What was that...?"
Jet sounded a little odd as he commented.

"Probably nothing. C'mon, let's try this way..."

It wasn't long before they came across a large, round room. They didn't slow as they ran through it, but Zuko knew that this wasn't the way he and the other two had previously come. Then again, he had been following Jet. Did Jet know where he was going?

Suddenly, men descended from the roof and blocked their exit. The two stopped instantly, drawing their blades. A man with a long plat of hair down his back came forward and looked the two boys up and down.

"Now where might you two boys be running off to? Hmm?"

Zuko raised his blades higher, silently threatening to harm any one who came close.

"Just let us pass and maybe we won't hurt you."

The man raised a brow, as if he had just been mocked.

"You...? Hurt us? All of us?"

Zuko stole a quick head count and narrowed his eyes behind the mask.

"If we have to."

The man placed his hands behind his back.

"On the contrary, I doubt you would hurt, let alone kill, all of us. In fact, I do believe there will be one left standing, since you won't have the will to do so. Am I right... Zuko?"
The scarred teen flinched at his real name and went to point a sword at the man.

"Who told you that-?"
But his sword was sharply smacked down by another sword, a hook sword. He took a few steps away from Jet, only just realising what the other boy had heard.

"...Jet... I..."
Jet now knew he was not only a fire bender, but Zuko... the Zuko. And the scarred teen was sure that was why Jet had smacked down his sword, but boy was he wrong.

The creepy man said loudly.

"Jet, the king has invited you to Lake Laogai... and he needs you to kill a fire bender."

Jet spun around, hook swords barely missing Zuko as the blue masked teen jumped to avoid being slashed. Zuko asked, his voice nearly cracking.

"Jet?"

The other teen was slightly slumped and when he stood, Zuko could see into his eyes. They were almost hallow. Jet then murmured.

"I would be happy... to accept his invitation... and kill the fire bender..."