Forest Fire

Author’s notes: I’m afraid my knowledge or armor is limited. I hope I got the terminology right. :\
One more chapter ought to finish this, I believe. Also, a quick note: I don’t think it really counts as blood play, but there IS a little blood in this chapter. Fair warning.

Forest Fire
Chapter2

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Jet straddled the struggling prince, crouching down to undo the latches of Zuko’s armor. “This will come in handy for an undercover mission,” he said as he worked. “Don’t worry; I’ll put it to better use than you ever did.”

“Go to hell!” Zuko snapped. He inhaled sharply; he could still shoot out fire from his mouth, and the boy was in perfect range to be properly fried. But just as he started to exhale, a hand slapped down over his lips, blocking the impending blast.

“Oh, no you don’t,” Jet growled. “I’ve seen that trick before. Am I going to have to teach you a lesson in manners?” With his free hand, he pulled a short length of cloth from his belt. He wadded it up, then pointedly stuffed it into Zuko’s mouth. “That’s better,” he muttered, turning back to the armor.

Zuko twisted his body, angrily trying to dislodge Jet from him. The other boy succeeded in undoing all the clasps and started to draw off the breastplate, and Zuko winced as the metal scraped against his back.

“Ah.” Jet raised the metal plating up, admiring his new prize, then glanced down in consideration. “That’s a nice shirt,” he mused after a moment. “Perhaps I should take that, too.”

“Yuh cah goh HUCG yopheph, ahphoh!” Zuko shot back around the gag.

“What was that?” Jet cocked his head, raising his hand to his ear in feigned innocence. “Sorry, I didn’t quite catch what you said.” He tossed the breastplate to the ground, and slid down to work at the padded corselet that circled the prince’s waist. The tassets were hard to unclasp, if only because Zuko kept twisting and bucking in an attempt to get Jet off him. Jet scowled, clamping his thighs tighter around Zuko’s to keep from falling off. “You sure a feisty one,” he muttered, grudgingly admiring Zuko’s energy. “Guess I should have expected that from a firebender, though, eh?”

A sudden, hard buck sent him flying forwards, and Jet had only enough time to fling out his arms before falling across the prince’s chest. “Uph!” they grunted simotaniously, wincing as the breath was knocked out of both of them.

“Damn...” Jet slowly pushed himself up, sliding back to his original position. “Wasn’t expecting that.” He glanced down at the tassets and continued to work them loose. Pulled the tassets off, he tossed them aside and began to unhook the sides of the corselet, ready to relieve the firebender of another part of his uniform.

For the next few minutes, Jet busied himself removing the remainder of the armor and boots, whistling nonchalantly to himself. When Zuko was clothed only in the thin shirt and pants he wore beneath his uniform, Jet rose to his feet and began to rope the pieces of armor together, for easier carrying.

Zuko finally managed to work the cloth out of his mouth, and spat it out angrily. “I’ll kill you!” he shouted immediately at Jet’s back. “As soon as I get free, I’ll make you pay for this!”

Jet turned to look over his shoulder, leveling a serious look at his captive. “Thank you for telling me,” he said quietly. “I’ll have to be careful that I don’t let you escape, then.” He scooped up his sang kauws, sauntering back to stand over the firebender. “I believe there was a lesson in manners I still need to teach you,” he murmured in speculation. He was silent for a moment, considering. A slow grin stretched over his face, and he straddled the prince, once again settling himself on Zuko’s thighs. With one of his sang kauws, he reached over and began to sever the ties of Zuko’s shirt.

“What the hell are you doing?” Zuko demanded, eyes darting suspiciously from the sang kauw to Jet.

“Putting you in your place,” Jet replied mildly. “I told you I like your shirt. I think I’ll like it better off you, though.”

“What, can’t afford clothes of your own?”

Jet frowned, his eyes narrowing dangerously. The sang kauw cut harder at one of the ties, slicing into Zuko’s skin. “Oops,” Jet said quietly, continuing to cut at the ties. “Slipped.”

He severed the last tie deftly, then cut away the sleeves. This was going to be one lesson that Fire Nation dirt bag would never forget. Jet would strip him of every last article of clothing, and leave him to be found by anyone who happened to be passing by next. That would cut the firebender down to size. Jet would welcome the inevitable rematch, to do this all over again. Assuming, of course, that whoever found the firebender would free him. It mattered little to Jet, either way.

He leaned forward, reaching over to pull away the pieces of what had once been Zuko’s shirt and to check to make sure the curved metal stakes were still secured around the prince’s wrists. Zuko growled, his teeth bared. He didn’t have enough energy left to breath out fire... so he did the one thing he could do. He snapped his head forward as Jet inclined over him, and sank his teeth into the boy’s shoulder.

Jet shouted, automatically trying to pull away. Then, with a snarl, he lunged forward, biting his own teeth into Zuko’s shoulder in retaliation. He could taste blood. A wild taste. It reminded him of battle. Of revenge. He loosened his grip slightly, grinning around the bite. As long as the firebender was all tied up, there was no reason why Jet couldn’t have a little ‘fun’ with him.

Zuko’s eyes widened as what suspiciously felt like a tongue began to move against his skin, and he released Jet’s shoulder in surprise. “What are you doing?” he demanded incredulously, trying to twist away.

Jet braced his hands against the prince, forcing him still. He licked away the blood from the wound, then began to drag his tongue over Zuko’s neck, relishing the taste of salt and skin. He chucked at the firebender’s renewed struggles, and pushed himself up just enough to stare down at his captive’s face. “Are you afraid?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow. “I was just going to leave you here naked, you know. But now I’ve got a better punishment in mind...” He slid down, his eyes still locked onto Zuko’s, until his face was level with the prince’s chest. Slowly, he drew his tongue along Zuko’s sternum, then trailed it over to flick at one of his nipples.

Zuko hissed out a long breath, scrunching his eyes shut and curling his hands into fists. “You sick fuck,” he snarled. “When I get out of this -”

“Yes, yes. You’ll kill me. I know.” One of Jet’s hands drifted down, and began to rub at Zuko’s member through the fabric of the pants.

“Stop!” Desperately, Zuko struggled to kick Jet away. But with his ankles tied and the majority of Jet’s weight on his thighs, he did little more than rock the boy about.

“Careful,” Jet warned in a light voice, easily adjusting his balance. “You’ll only hurt yourself.” Once more picking up one of his sang kauws, he began to saw away at the prince’s pants.

Zuko’s face burned in humiliation. Throwing his head back, he jerked as hard as he could at the metal pinning his wrists down. Damn him! The moment Zuko got free, he’d track that son of a bitch down and make him suffer! The prince ground his teeth, resisting the urge to just begin yelling and hope that one of his men still searching the woods would come to his aid. Damned if he was going to scream like a woman, though, and twice damned if he’d allow any of his underlings to see him like this. A prince about to be violated by a peasant... the very idea was absurd!

Jet finished cutting away the pants and cast them aside, then straightened his back to consider his next move. Zuko continued to struggle, and Jet smiled feraly to see the enemy writhing beneath him. In the end, this is where all the people of the Fire Nation would be. Perhaps not in this exact position, granted, but in a figurative sense... yes, they would be beneath him, writhing under his power and begging for mercy.

“There will be no mercy,” he whispered, inclining back over the prince.