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Underhand Methods	By : pancakevillain Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Slash - Male/Male > Jet/Zuko Views: 9493 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Underhand Methods

PWP.(Kinda)
Jet/Zuko

“Here, have some tea.”
Zuko lifted his gaze from his meal to the teenager holding the cup in front of him, taking a moment to regard the boy suspiciously before setting down his chopsticks and accepting the offered cup with a small nod and a whispered “thank you”.
They were still on that damned boat through Serpent’s Pass, and the captain had kindly informed them of another two hours of journey before reaching the gates of the great city of Ba Sing Se.
Jet flashed his crooked smile, giving the other boy a small slap on the back before seating himself opposite the latter. Both young men were silent as Zuko continued his meal, Jet’s steady gaze set on the boy in front of him and nothing else, not even the bowl of rice in his own hand. The both of them had waited until they had fairly distributed the food they had “freed” to each of the refugees on board. Zuko downed his tea.
Another while passed in silence, before Jet broke it.
“Have you thought about what I said, Lee?”
Zuko’s eyes didn’t meet Jet’s, but he quietly replied.
“I don’t think so. My uncle needs me.”
Jet let out a laugh, leaning closer, so near that the Prince could see the tip of that annoying piece of grass the freedom fighter kept chewing on. He rubbed his eye as his vision turned blurry.
“I was thinking you’d say that.”
Zuko’s gaze shot up to meet Jet’s. The blurriness was getting worse. His vision was turning dark, his limbs losing strength. He could vaguely make out Jet’s figure as he dropped his bowl, feeling himself lose balance and lean toward the side.
Fuck.
“Good night, Lee.”

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Zuko woke to find himself bound.
“What’s...going on?” His head felt as if it was being torn in half, throwing his head back, he scanned his surroundings. He was in a sparsely furnished room, seemingly the living quarters of someone.

...Jet.

Zuko felt that familiar rage overcome him as he struggled to break free, grunting, unable to bend, defenseless and vulnerable. At some point in time however, his waist tie had come loose, his tunic falling open easily. He kept trying to pull his hands free, his eyes surveying the room again for anything to help him accomplish his objective, but found nothing.
He heard the door open.
The person who leaned against the door frame was smirking.
“Release me!” the Prince growled; his golden gaze hardening as he glared at the teenager that stood there.
“Now, now, Lee...No need to get so worked up.” Jet entered the room, closing the door behind him languidly.
His eyes were regarding Zuko with a gleam that Zuko could not recognize from another male. The Prince ignored the alarm bells ringing in the back of his head, starting to struggle again, but still keeping an eye on the other individual in the room.
“Lee, calm down. I’m not going to hurt you.”
Zuko stopped, turning to glare at Jet once more, before smirking.
“Hurt me? I’m going to KILL you.” Zuko’s golden eyes gleamed with challenge, a look that Jet met with equal fervor.
“You’ll be surprised what I can do to you, Lee.”
“Why did you capture me?”
Jet stopped pacing, settling himself comfortably on the bed.
“I didn’t want to lose a gem like you, Lee. So I took you forcefully.”
Zuko’s glare hardened, but he remained silent and motionless.
“You’re my prisoner until you decide to join us.”

What the fuck happened to freedom of choice?!

Zuko turned away.
“I’ll never join you.” He felt a dull pain in his heart as he said it.

He was the Crown Prince of the Fire Nation, one of the very people who caused them all this pain in the first place.

He jumped as he felt Jet’s rough fingers on his cheek, sliding down to his chin, leading the fairer boy’s face to his own.
“You will.”
Zuko jerked backward as something was brought to his nose, unintentionally taking a lungful of the foul scented thing. Jet’s hand had slipped to hold his head in place, making sure that he breathed in a good amount of whatever it was in the little glass bottle he held.
When the freedom fighter finally let up, Zuko was close to passing out.
He fell to the floor, his mind cloudy and disoriented; he still managed to choke out a question.
“W...What was...that?” Jet had chuckled softly, capping the thing and slipping it into his pocket; he replied in a tone that Zuko didn’t know whether he could trust.
“It’s something really great. You’ll love it.”
Almost a second after Jet finished his sentence; Zuko realized that something was wrong.
“...You! You drugged me!” He glared at the other teenager, all the fury surging in him once again, at having been so careless. His body was starting to burn up, a heat that itched, a sensation that he had never before come across. He let out an uncharacteristic whine as he pressed himself further against the floor, trying to control his body, his breathing and his mind. He heard Jet come closer, and he could vaguely make out that crooked smile on is lips. The freedom fighter squatted next to him, warm brown eyes running over the Prince’s entire figure appreciatively; about to move closer when Zuko suddenly pushed himself off the floor, using the wall as leverage, landed a kick square in the other teen’s chest, sending him all the way to the other side of the room.
“Don’t...come any closer.” The Prince was panting, his glare not leaving Jet’s face, stubbornly ignoring the heat that continued to build in the bottom of his stomach. He unconsciously pressed his legs together to try to relieve some of the effects of the drug, a subtle movement that Jet almost didn’t catch.
…almost.
Jet let out a laugh as he composed himself, brushing invisible lint of his shoulder.
“Feisty, arentcha? You sure you want to be like that?”
Zuko didn’t have the strength to reply, merely collapsing against the wall behind him helplessly, warily keeping an eye on the freedom fighter. The heat was getting worse. He tried not to respond when Jet made his way closer, and when a fist landed on the wall beside his head. The freedom fighter’s other hand reached to touch his cheek again, this time trailing upward to his scar.
“Whatever happened to you must have been horrible, Lee.” Jet seemed occupied with the contrast of the different textures of the skin that his fingers touched – the roughness of the scar and the smoothness of the fair, unblemished skin of the rest of his body. Zuko fought not to lean into the touch.
“So why don’t you just let go for a little while? Just feel this.” Jet’s voice had dropped as he finished his sentence, his lips brushing against Zuko’s lightly, teasingly.
Zuko steeled himself.
“Fuck you.” The Prince tried to turn away, but the freedom fighter’s hand kept his head in place, this time a full set of lips pressed against his own, the hand that was not holding his head hand slid down his front, palming a hardened nipple. Zuko had unintentionally let out a moan at the sensation, allowing Jet more access into the Fire Prince’s mouth.
The heat wasn’t helping.
He couldn’t think clearly, too caught up in the sheer volume of pleasure he felt from such a simple act, Zuko caught himself a moment later, biting down on the tongue that was invading his mouth, smirking a little as Jet pulled away with a curse. The freedom fighter replied with a glare and a none too gentle shove, pushing the Prince to the floor and straddling him, hastily pulling the already open robe down fair shoulders. The tanned teenager chuckled as he felt the effects of the drug on the boy underneath him rubbing against him.
“So you’re not immune after all.”
Zuko’s eyes widened as Jet got off him and flipped him, so that his back was to the tanned teen. Every sound he made was amplified in his own ears – the heavy and uneven breathing, the soft whimpers...his heartbeat. He felt strong hands pull his hips upward, against the other teenager’s, and he almost whimpered when he felt “that” pressing against his ass, hard and warm and awkward. Tanned hands undid his pants, slipping past his undergarments and finally reaching the other boy’s crotch, tentatively stroking, as if testing the waters.
Zuko cried out as a rough finger swirled around the tip, before giving it a firm stroke, the sensation had never felt so strong before – he fought to keep his voice in, to control his breathing so the dizziness wouldn’t overcome him.
“L-let go!” He tried to struggle, but the freedom fighter was stronger, holding him in place as he continued his administrations, Jet’s hot breath against his ear.
“You let go.”
Zuko couldn’t comprehend how just three words held such an impact on his brain, but the feel of the other boy grinding against him coupled with the hand down his pants was really too much for him to handle all at once.
“S-stop!” He glared and pushed backward, against the hard chest behind him, shuddering as the other boy ignored him, this time licking the shell of his ear while his free hand splayed across the Prince’s stomach to hold him up.
“You’re such a hypocrite, Lee.” Jet’s voice was so soft Zuko could barely hear it. The latter stifled the moans that threatened to erupt, the searing heat from the freedom fighter’s every touch was driving him closer and closer to madness.
“Why...Why are you doing this?” The Fire Prince’s voice sounded weak to even himself; whining softly as Jet increased pressure on his member, shutting his eyes tightly to try desperately to regain control.
Jet didn’t reply immediately, instead hoisting Zuko off the floor with him, and setting him down on the single bed in the room. The freedom fighter hummed a tune as he untied the Fire Bender’s legs, spreading them and arranging himself comfortably between them, reaching to caress the unscarred skin of the Fire Prince’s face.
“I’ve told you before.” Jet paused then, regarding Zuko’s half-naked state with pleasure.
The drug had taken full effect by now – Zuko’s body was completely on fire, every sensation that assaulted him was amplified a hundred times, his throat was dry and his lip stinging from having bitten it while trying to control his voice. Jet spent a moment just staring – having a beautiful, strong person drugged and tied up, at your mercy in your bed wasn’t something you came by everyday. He was amazed how delicious the other teen looked then, fair cheeks stained pink from the drug, panting in short and dizzied breaths, the tunic the Prince wore teasingly undone and falling prettily around his elbows, dusty nipples almost begging for attention. The pants he wore was hanging low on his hips, as if waiting to be pulled off by the freedom fighter, the tent in the front of other boy’s pants, however, delighted the tanned teen the most.

Said pants were dealt away with in a matter of seconds, a small whine escaping Zuko’s throat as his bottom half was laid bare for all the world (in this case, Jet) to see. He felt humiliated yet extremely turned on, which was confusing and perplexing to the Fire Bender – but all rational reason(or what was left of it) was thrown out the window when he felt something cold probe at his entrance.
“Wha-…nnhh!” He couldn’t finish his sentence as he felt the first finger enter him, forcing him to cry out in discomfort, yet the heat that coursed through his body didn’t protest at the intrusion, instead welcomed it. The finger slid in and out, and Zuko found himself panting even harder than before, losing all ability to form coherent thought, wincing as a second figure was pushed in to join the first one, this time scissoring and stretching him, curling inside him, searching for that little bundle of nerves that would drive him…
“Aaah!”
…crazy.
He could roughly make out the grin on Jet’s face through his pleasure-clouded vision, ashamed that he was getting off so much on such shameful things.
It’s the drug. It’s definitely the drug.
“You’re beautiful, Lee. So hot.”
Zuko wanted to laugh at that statement.

You don’t know the half of it.

His ass felt wet and strange (so good), he no longer felt pain, even when the third finger joined the first two, all he felt was slight discomfort. Jet’s fingers mercilessly pressed on his prostate, forcing out embarrassing sounds from his already sore throat. He had absolutely no idea where the tanned teen was going with this – what in fuck’s sake was his fingers doing up his ass in the first place?
Jet’s fingers pulled out of him, unbuckling his pants and pulling himself out, not before producing the bottle that contained the same oil he used to stretch the Fire Bender, he poured a generous amount on his hand, coating himself hurriedly with it, he positioned himself at the prince’s stretched pucker.
Alarm bells were ringing in Zuko’s head ever since Jet unbuckled his pants.
“No, wait-”
The Fire Nation Prince hissed when the freedom fighter entered him in one fluid thrust, sheathing himself to the hilt, one hand stroking the fairer boy’s hip and the other holding up a slender leg, Jet fought all calls to just ignore his unwilling partner’s plight and just fuck, but he decided he was a nice guy with self control and he would wait, and also because hurting the other teen wasn’t quite the game plan.
But hell, did that boy look absolutely delicious.

Zuko felt like he wanted to die.
It felt so wrong, yet strangely fulfilling, having Jet inside him. He took a moment to start breathing again (he didn’t realize he had been holding his breath) and his eyes met Jet’s.
“What the fuck-”
Zuko couldn’t finish his sentence (again). Jet took the swearing to be an indication to move on, pulling out of the fairer boy’s tight velvet heat and thrusting in once more, causing the other boy to choke while trying to get his breathing under control again.
The overload of his senses was too much for him to take.
His head was against the wall, the back of his shoulder fitting quite comfortably into the corner. Every time Jet pushed against him, he had no space to move or try to escape, so he did the only thing he could do in the current position he was forced into. He pushed back.

The sounds that the Fire Bender made were delectable. Jet thought he must’ve done something right in his short teenage life for karma to deal him such a prize. Maybe karma didn’t like Fire Nation either.
“J-Jet!” The fairer boy’s grip on his shoulder was death-like and stinging, and he was surprised that he hadn’t started bleeding from sheer friction yet.
The look on the ebony-haired boy’s face was enough to make the freedom fighter want to go on the whole night just to be able to keep seeing it.
He leaned forward, lifting the other boy’s hips a little higher, pushed in a little deeper, earning him a groan and a darker bruise on his shoulder.
“Take it out!” The Fire prince was gasping, as if he couldn’t breathe, pushing himself against the corner of the wall. Jet chuckled, pressing a kiss on a smooth cheek, before completely ignoring the Fire Bender’s protests and started shallowly thrusting in and out, blatantly relishing the little sounds that escaped from that fair throat. Zuko felt agonized. The fire prince growled, unable to stop his hips from pushing downward to meet the freedom fighter’s thrusts in attempt to take him deeper.
“It’s…not enough…”
Jet thought his ears had gone bad.
“What?”
“Harder, you idiot!”
Jet had to fight not to start laughing, complying quite enthusiastically, lifting the boy’s slender hips a little higher once more, increasing his pace and happily let himself drown in that searing velvet heat.
Zuko was absolutely ashamed. He couldn’t control his voice – it just felt too good, too fast, and too wrong. The drug that was still running in his body had banished all rational inhibitions, and turned him into a shameless, insatiable slut.

He was going to kill this bastard once this was over.

“Nnh!”
“You’re like a woman, Lee. Those delicious sounds.” Jet panted in his ear, before proceeding to lick it, the hand that had been on his hip was now stroking him, bringing him closer and closer to his limit.
“S-stop!” Zuko’s hand covered Jet’s, in an attempt to lessen the violent overload of his senses.
Zuko had his arms around the tanned boy’s neck, and he leaned forward a little to bite the other boy’s collar bone sharply, causing the freedom fighter to jump.
“What the hell!”
“…Don’t compare me…to a woman.”
Jet had stopped moving, and both of them just stared at each other for a moment, before Jet started chuckling.
“You’re better than one.”
Zuko’s fair cheeks turned even redder.
“I’m close, Lee. Are you?”
Zuko wanted to slap the freedom fighter, but decided against it, instead answering with a single word.
“Move.”
Jet flashed him that cheesy, annoying grin, and complied.
Zuko came first with a gasp, covering both their hands and his stomach with white, sticky ribbons, his insides clamping down in reflex on Jet, and the freedom fighter followed two thrusts later, filling the fire bender with a groan.
Zuko felt like he was burning from the inside.
When he had recovered enough to speak and shove the drained freedom fighter off of him, he punched him.

“You fucking RAPIST!”
Jet had allowed the punch, being too lazy to dodge it. He flashed the same cheesy grin at the Fire bender again.
“You enjoyed it, didn’t you?”
Zuko’s cheeks coloured even further, before shifting his body in attempt to move away from the tanned teenager.

Both boys hissed.

Jet pulled out of the prince’s body reluctantly, secretly enjoying the sight of his essence sliding out of the other boy’s ass to soil the sheets a little.
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