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Forest Fire	By : Zarek Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Slash - Male/Male > Jet/Zuko Views: 12897 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author’s notes: Please forgive me - not just for the delay (sorry, hit a mental block), but for a few typos I made in the last chapter. How embarrassing. *hangs head in shame* Hopefully, no one noticed them. Or cared.

Ah, yes! And before I forget again, thank you all for the kind reviews you left. I appreciate them!

Forest Fire
Chapter3

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This bandit was obviously insane.

Zuko grew increasingly nervous as Jet’s hands roamed the counters of his body. How far was this peasant planing to go? What if-?

‘Stop it,’ Zuko thought to himself angrily as his mind quite helpfully supplied him with any number of things that could be done to him in this position. He was letting himself consider defeat. He was bordering on that cowardly emotion of fear. Unforgivable! There had to be a solution to this problem.... some way to gain control.

The prince closed his eyes, concentrating on breathing slowly and evenly. Meditation had never failed him before. Zuko needed to ignore his body. He needed his mind clear to think. There had to be a way out... A way to get free so that he could crush the other boy into the dirt and reclaim his armor...

Jet glanced up as the prince stopped struggling. It almost looked as though the firebender was... ignoring him? Jet hated being ignored. Baring his teeth in irritation, the bandit clamped his hand down on Zuko’s crotch and clenched his fingers.

“Agh!” Zuko’s body contorted automatically, and he flung out a string of curses in retaliation. Smugly, Jet turned the clench into a rough caress, and dragged his nails lightly through the dark, curling hairs of the firebender’s groin. He felt the muscles begin to tighten, and glanced up to see the prince’s face darken a shade.

It was becoming more and more obvious that the firebender found this to be a humiliation. And yet, there he was, his body responding to his captor’s ministrations. How much more humiliating would it be if Jet could make him enjoy the torture...?

With that in mind, Jet softened his touch, ghosting his hands over Zuko’s chest until he could feel the hot body shudder beneath his fingers.

“Ah, so you like that, do you?” he purred, tracing a path to the firebender’s waist.

Zuko’s eyes flew open, and he scowled. “Of course I don’t!” he snapped viciously. “You - It just tickled, that’s all.”

Now there was an interesting thought. Tickle torture. Jet mulled the idea over for a moment, then discarded it. The punishment wouldn’t be as fun if his captive was laughing at him while he did it.

Jet slid his hands down further, pausing just below Zuko’s abdomen and chuckling. “I see,” he said softly. “You want me to cut to the chase, is that it?”

“What I ‘want’ is for you to release me! Face me like a warrior!”

Jet smirked. Interpretation was a wonderful thing. He lowered one of his hands, circling his fingers around the firebender’s manhood. He began to stroke it - slowly, to enjoy the sharp intake of breath he got in response - and watched Zuko intently. When it seemed as though the prince focusing more on his body than on his escape, Jet slid down and slowly drew his tongue along the underside of the erect member. He had to do this carefully; this would be decidedly uncomfortable for the both of them if the firebender were to start bucking again.

‘Damn!’ Zuko’s mind twisted around itself, conflicted and anxious. He shut his eyes tightly, trying to banish both the image and the feeling of the bandit's warm, wet mouth close over him. Zuko clenched his teeth, swallowing thickly. His entire body was becoming overheated, his muscles tightening. Good; this degradation would be over soon, then.

He was furious when Jet suddenly pushed himself away, just as the tension was about to be released. “What the hell is wrong with you!” he yelled, his eyes flaring as he lifted his head to see what was going on. “If you’re going to do something, do it!”

Jet smirked. “So eager, all of a sudden?” He stood to unwind his belt, and began to strip off his clothes. “Some warrior. Acting like a wanton whore.”

Snarling in frustration, Zuko let his head fall back against the ground and glared up at the leaves in the trees above him. He did not like where this was going. Not at all. It was bad enough he was in this position, worse to be insulted on top of it, but now he was being made to wait, as well?

“I hate waiting,” he muttered through his teeth. Even in this situation, delay was intolerable.

Jet tossed his pants carelessly over the pile of confiscated armor and knelt between Zuko’s knees. He twisted around to pull up the bent metal rod that kept the firebender’s feet pinned to the earth, but did not undo the bindings. With his ankles tied, the prince would not be able to kick easily, much less do any fancy firebending footwork.

Partially freed, Zuko seized the opportunity and snapped his legs up to clamp around the bandit’s waist. If he could twist hard enough to topple the bandit to the ground, the leverage might be enough to free his wrists-

“Don’t even try it,” Jet warned immediately, his left hand shooting down to press around the firebender’s member. “If you take me down, I’m taking this with me.”

Zuko froze. Then, swearing, he let his legs drop. Jet kept his hold and raised his free hand to his lips. He ran his tongue over the first two digits, maliciously enjoying the way the firebender’s body began to fidget nervously beneath him.

“Are you squirming from fear or anticipation?” he asked around his fingers, a superior smirk quirking the corner of his lips.

Snarling, Zuko clenched his knees around Jet’s waist and jerked him forward. Jet’s left hand released its hold to brace against the ground. Without missing a beat, Jet lowered his other hand and pushed his saliva-slickened fingers into the prince’s entrance. Zuko choked out a strained cry in both surprise and pain, his back arching away from the ground.

“Didn’t I tell you to be more careful?” Jet bent forward pressed his lips against Zuko’s chest, his teeth closing lightly around one taught nipple as he slowly moved his fingers in and out of the prince to stretch the opening. “Relax,” he advised, his voice muffled against the too-hot skin.

Zuko winced, his breathing growing more and more labored. Relax? When this was being done to him? When all his muscles were clenching around themselves and his stomach was twisting and his skin was on fire and his loins were - oh, hell, he didn’t even want to think about how he felt down there!

“Just hurry up,” he hissed angrily. “Or are you nothing but talk?”

Jet raised his head, his eyes narrowing dangerously for a moment. His gaze drifted over the prince’s face, lingering over the dark burn marring the otherwise smooth face. Apparently, ‘careful’ wasn’t a term this Fire Nation soldier was familiar with.

“Fine,” he said shortly, puling his fingers away . “If you’re going to beg for it.” His hands gripped at Zuko’s waist, yanking his hips up. He leaned closer, his lips brushing against the scarred ear. “But don’t think you’re getting off easy just ‘cuz I’m going faster.”

“Stop talking,” Zuko growled against his neck.

“I don’t take orders from Fire Nation scum.” Without further preamble, Jet plunged himself into the prince. Zuko bit back a gasp of pain, and clamped his teeth back into Jet’s shoulder. As Jet began to thrust into him, he bit harder, scrunching his eyes shut and trying not to think about this disgrace. His father would disown him all over again if he ever found out about this. Disown him and incinerate him on the spot.

Their chests slid against each other, smooth in comparison to the almost painful friction of Jet’s thrusts. But little by little, the discomfort was being replaced by a guilty pleasure. Zuko’s entire body was tingling, abuzz with need. The harsh motions of Jet’s onslaught rocked Zuko’s body against the ground; one of the metal bindings around his wrists worked itself loose, and Zuko flung his arm around Jet’s neck, pulling him closer.

Damn that bandit scum for doing this to him. And damn himself for taking pleasure in it.

The short, restrained gasps that pulsed against his neck felt like a heartbeat to Jet. He wanted the heart to beat faster. Harder. He wanted it to rupture in a wild explosion, to be consumed and disintegrated by the very fire it fueled.

He rammed harder into the prince, and was rewarded by a strangled exclamation that may or may not have been a curse. Angling his head slightly, he brushed his lips over the prince’s neck, his tongue flicking out to lick away the salt before he began to drag his teeth along the skin. He shifted his position, one hand snaking around the Zuko’s waist to keep him braced, and the other drifting down to once more circle around the firebender’s manhood. He was not gentle this time as he pumped it steadily. His own body was burning with need, crying out for him to release the tight coil twisting in his groin, and he had no more patience for indulging in foreplay.

Zuko hips undulated against the assault, as though trying to coax more pressure in and upon himself. It was the strangest feeling, this duel sensation of assault. Despite his better logic, the prince found himself wanting more. This wasn’t nearly enough.

“Harder,” he growled. “Or are you really this pathetic?”

“If you can handle it,” Jet grunted back, and drew back to slam full-force into the prince.

Zuko cried out, tiny pinpricks of light dazzling his vision momentarily. “Is that... all you got?” he gasped, his legs clenching tighter around the bandit’s body to trap him closer. His only response was another display of light dancing before his eyes as his was pounded back into over and over again. It was intoxicating... and over all too soon.

The prince stiffened as he climaxed, and he clung to Jet tightly as his body shuddered. Jet’s own body echoed the climax a moment later, and he continued to thrust raggedly in an attempt to draw out every last drop of pleasure that he could. He finally collapsed over the firebender, hot and sticky and reveling in the faint tingling that suffused his skin.

Zuko lay still beneath him, too spent to do much more than gasp for air. After a moment, Jet pushed himself up and reached for his pants. Without a word, he gathered up the rest of his clothes and Zuko’s armor, and hefted them up in preparation to leave.

The sudden absence of the bandit’s body left Zuko cold, but the chill shocked him back into action. He reached over to pry away the remaining metal hook from his hand, then shot forward to work on tearing off the bindings around his ankle. This was no time lay around panting like a beached fish!

“You’re quick to energy. I like that.” Jet laughed, and started off at a quick pace into the trees. “Well, I’m off with the spoils of victory,” he called mockingly over his shoulder. “So long!”

“Fuck you!” Zuko shouted back, his fingers yanking viciously at the knots.

“Ha! Maybe next time!”

And with that last barb, the bandit was gone. Zuko cursed, and managed to snap one of the knots. He untangled his ankles and sighed in exasperation as he looked over the few scarps of clothes laying in ruin around him.

It was going to be a long walk back to the ship.

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