Hey there readers... I'm am so bad, I haven't uploaded in... a looong time... I'm so sorry for those waiting to read this chapter! I guess I just had a reeeeal lack of inspiration... On another note, I feel like screaming with JOY at all of you lovely people! Sometimes, when I feel down, I just go and take a look at the reviews and BOOOM I'm all fired up again to write the next chapter. See? Reviews. Do. Matter!

Hopefully, you are all satisfied with the story so far.

Love all you reviewers and readers ~blows kisses and cookies~ Lets do this! Also, I know there are those of you out there who prefer Jet as the Uke. Yes, you rare breed of Jetko lovers, I've written a little something for you this time too.

Warning: JetxZuko, boyxboy love... YAOI and shonen-ai... mainly YAOI. Please do not read if you don't like.

Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: The legend of Aang/ The Last Air Bender or any of the characters or it's story line but this story belongs to me... it's just similar is all...

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Zuko got a chill up his spine and then he sneezed. Some one, some where was talking about him. Probably Iroh. The two had split up weeks ago. His uncle going to reform with some old friends, as Zuko was trying to do now.

Not that the Avatar was his friend in any way, shape or form but Zuko had finally figured out what he needed to do. Aang hadn't mastered fire bending yet, and after what happened in the great earth kingdom city, Zuko didn't want to risk losing someone he cared for again. This war needed to end and the Avatar was his only ticket.

Of course, finding the twelve year old and his companions was a long and touch journey and even if he did find them, the chances of him becoming Aangs fire bending teacher was near zilch. In fact, those chances were come where in the negatives.

He had been travelling for weeks with little sign of the Avatar, and little word from his uncle. Zuko was completely alone, walking on foot and barely surviving off what he had or what he could scavenge from the side of the road.

He had heard rumours his sister had visited the city and taken it back into the hands of the fire nation. Her search for the Avatar was now on as well, so Zuko had to work fast. Azula was deadly at best, he doubted Aang could survive an encounter with her.

As he rested in the last village before yet another forest, riddled with bandits and fire nation soldiers and earth kingdom soldiers, there was an argument of sorts going on outside. It was keeping vaguely quiet, but the subject of the conversation wasn't hard to hear.

"If we go now, we can finally do something about winning this war!" One man growled loudly at his companions.

"But the rebellion is weeks away, the war will be over by the time we get there." Another countered.

"A soldier from the rebellion had been travelling this way! He'll be able to lead us there in no time."

Zuko didn't have the energy to roll his eyes at the group of men. They were going to get caught before they even found this rebel soldier because they were so loud.

Fire nation soldiers were making their way down the street and the men dispersed. Zuko hid up on the dark balcony of a desolate building, hiding perfectly in the shadows. The soldiers were speaking loud enough for him to hear.

People in this place obviously thought secrets weren't important enough to keep quiet.

"There's been a string of sabotages all along the Northern squads. Always at night time, when the men wake up, their supplies are gone or their clothes are missing and their armour is in the river..."

Zuko couldn't help a little smirk. He knew a soldier couldn't do his job without armour let alone clothing. He had been running around at night time and doing what he could in the little time he had to do damage.

"Then there was a string of disturbances coming from the West! Men going missing on the day tours, misfortunes going off and maiming and disarming men left right and centre! They think it's the spirits going on a rampage!"

Zuko furrowed his brow. He hadn't done that. Was this the work of that rebellion the other men had spoken of? By the sounds of it, this rebellion was catching up fast. Apparently, they were only four days away to the West from the village.

The scarred teen had to make a choice. Either stay the night and get as much rest as he could before setting off again and keeping ahead of these rebels, or keep moving and risk falling asleep some where in the forest.

He didn't want to be running around after this rebellion had passed because the soldiers would be on their toes and keeping an eye on every one, even people passing through, and sneaking around would be much harder.

Even as he thought of continuing despite tired, Zuko was dozing off where he crouched. Kicking in the window shutters, he quietly rested in the dark and empty room of the house.

His dreams carrying him deep into the burden that had been in his chest since Ba Sing Se.

Zuko sat on a tacky wooden stool behind a rickety stall. The leaves above his head rustled apart every time the breeze hit, separating them and allowing the sun to beam onto his face. The heat was nice against his scarred skin. His eyes closed to the warmth, but he was still a little cold from the breeze.

Another warmth covered his scar and his eyes drooped open. Jet smiled suggestively across the stall . Zuko knew his cheeks were bright red with a blush and at the time he would have jumped back and probably shouted an insult. But his own hand came up and touched the back of Jets. The tanned fingers moved to the back of his neck and pulled Zuko partially across the stall.

Jet's lips teased at a distance, brushing lightly over Zuko's soft mouth for a second before hovering all down his jaw and to his neck, just breathing hot breaths over the younger teens skin and making Zuko pant in turn. Then Jet harshly sucked on a tender point on his neck, the skin burning delightfully as Jet sucked harder. A pop sounded as he unlatched and began to lick and gently nip at the red skin.

Zuko buried his own head into the warm crook of Jet's shoulder, lightly grazing his teeth over a tan neck and panting, gripping the front of the others top and hauling him onto the make-shift counter top. Kneeling in front of Zuko, Jet sat with his top half crumpled and sliding from his shoulders along with his shoulder pads. The younger teen pulled the tanned boy closer, gripping his waist and pinning them both together.

The scarred teen ran his hands up Jet and heard the gasping groans as his fingers invaded under earth kingdom clothing and over flush, tan muscles. Jet's head hung forward, breathing louder than before while Zuko gently but firmly pressed his lips against his stomach and up the toned chest.

It wasn't long until Zuko was back up at that deliciously delicate neck again, coating it until it was damn near soaking and red with bite marks and points where he had sucked it raw.

Jet pulled lightly at Zuko's dark hair, still short like it was back then, at the stall. Not that they ever did such at thing at the stall in broad day light at the side of a main road, but just thinking of all that made Zuko push against Jet, having them some what lying down on the make-shift counter top.

Jet gasped and moaned in strained quietness, his thighs clenching Zuko's hips and pinning him more firmly against his crotch.

"Mmn, Zuko..."

He groaned. The heat radiating from his body every where Zuko ravaged with his fingers was almost electric. Having turning Jet's neck nearly entirely red, the scarred teen pushed into a deep kiss.

Jet moaned helplessly at the friction between their tongues, squeezing tighter with his legs and pushing his hips harder into Zuko. The tanned teen broke away and Zuko moved down to his chest. "Ah! Damn... ha...ah...hnn!"

Zuko looked up at Jet's expression with heavy eye lids. The tanned teen had the perfect mixture of pleasure and want and desperation, Zuko deliberately stopped.

As soon as he did, Jet sat up and clasped either side of his face, arching into Zuko as he let the younger teen ravage his lips and mouth. Zuko pushed his tongue in as far as he could as fast as he could, he was rushing now and he didn't know why.

"Zuko... ooooouh... Zuko don't go..."

Jet begged when Zuko pulled back, lips glossy and red from kissing, just like the tanned teen sprawled before him. His shirt some what ripped apart laying bare a beautiful upper body; the chest, the shoulders, that neck!

Jet began to groan, louder and louder with Zuko merely running his fingers oh-so-lightly from his neck down the centre of his chest, over his collar bone and to his stomach, slowing as his fingers curled at the top of Jet's trouser line.

"Ah! Ha...ha...oooh...Zu-...aaahuh... Don't go." Jet pleaded as he pushed his hips into Zuko's palm.

Zuko was staring at the blackness that would be the back of his eye lids. Slowly, his half opened his eyes and stared hopelessly across the floor tot he bare, cracked wall opposite him. Damn, did he feel like that was right now or what.

With the sun barely breaking the tree line, the room was still pitch dark. Zuko had a little issue he needed to get rid of down below before he could go any where. Although, just thinking about how alone he was and how much he missed a certain person was enough to depress and therefore deflate any pitched tent.

In the dark of the morning, Zuko stole a couple of food rations from where the fire nation squad kept their separate supply of food away from the villagers. Once sure he had enough things to last him a while, the scarred teen quietly made his way out of the village and into the shadows of the trees.

Travelling off of the proper roads until dusk drew near, Zuko began to search for a suitable and safe area to sleep.

Being a fire bender, he didn't need to sleep on the floor and set a fire. He could just climb a tree and used the heat to warm himself up in the branches. Which saved him from being spotted via smoke or stumbled upon by soldiers or worse.

He found a comfy branch at a decent height. High enough to hide, not high enough to kill him if he were to roll over in his sleep. It wasn't difficult for him to fall asleep because he was so tired. Snuggling up into himself, and keeping his broad- swords close, Zuko lulled into dreamy land.

Although, his dream barely begun, let alone was it going to last. Just as he was back under those leaves, under that warm sun... before Jet came into the picture, a cracking sound drew him partially from his slumber.

Then, a full on spear cracking through the branches and flying just past his face woke him up completely. He jolted to reality and automatically gripped at the branch, clenching his tights about the wood.

Unfortunately, the spear cracked the branch right the way to the trunk of the tree. Thus, the branch broke away into nothing for Zuko to sit on. Blinded by the sun, which was just about to go down, and rather disorientated as to what exactly was going on, the scarred teen stood no chance against the inanimate branches coming at him from all angles.

Eventually, after bouncing off of a couple of branches, Zuko landed with a thud and an `oof ` on the ground. Some of the tree falling on him as he staggered to stand up quickly. Surrounding him was... nothing. Nobody in sight. But Zuko was no fool.

"Come out, who ever you are."

Nothing, not even the wind.

"Shw your face you coward!"

That got a little something. In fact, quite a few stepped from the shadows.

With a split second to guess, the teen was guessing mercenaries or slave traders. Partially taking a defensive stance, his hand lightly holding the hilt of his broad-swords, Zuko narrowed his eyes and quickly and skilfully counted how many surrounded him, even the ones he couldn't see.

"What do you want...?"

Zuko asked, very aware of the hidden people moving in.

A tall, burly man grunted a chuckle.

"We're a little low on money. Could you help us out...?"

Zuko could have just given them his supplies and what little money he had, but that wouldn't be very much like Zuko, would it? He pulled his weapons and bared the at the stranger.

"Go rob somebody else."

The man then grew angry and loud.

"As much as we're going to take your belongings, boy, we're taking you as well."

Zuko turned and rammed the hilt of one sword into a man who tried to jump him, but he wasn't fast enough for the other two, who threw ropes over either hand and pulled on them. The teen was then flung to the floor, his wrists bound quickly.

The two men then flipped him over and held him to the floor, pinning his legs apart.

Zuko had struggled until his legs were pulled apart and held in place. Then, he froze.

These men were planning something a little different. So, Zuko pulled away from the two men, jamming his shoulder into ones face and breaking his nose and head butting the other. That got him beaten badly when the men finally had him pinned and spread again.

They beat him for a good minute or so, leaving him bruised and bleeding. The burly man knelt before him and harshly grabbed his chin. Zuko's eyes were drooping from exhaustion and the sun had now gone down completely.

"Little boys should do what they're told. Now, don't struggle and we'll let you live. Of course, we're going to sell you to the highest bidder, and you need to know what to do."

He chuckled and placed his hands on Zuko's thighs, pushing them a little further apart. Zuko couldn't keep his eyes open. He was in a partially drugged state. One of the men beating him must have had some drug in their hand when they covered his mouth.

The shadow of the man made the world darker, and Zuko was helpless.