Jet Fucks Zuko, how's that for a title?

I haven't written in years, so here's hoping it doesn't suck too hard. If you've got requests/premises for other Jetko fics, throw them my way, cause I love this pairing. Enjoy.

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"Hey, wake up!" A familiar voice rang in Zuko's ears. "Is everyone from the Fire Nation as lazy as you?" As his eyes opened, he was greeted with a familiar sight; a cocky grin that could belong to only one person.

"Jet!" he shouted, springing up from where he slept. "Stop sneaking in like that!"

Jet laughed. "What kind of way is that to say hello? Didn't you miss me?"

The rogue had paid Zuko these uninvited nighttime visits an awul lot lately, by sneaking through the window of his humble Upper Ring apartment; and no amount of protest or threat could dampen his audacity. "In fact I didn't," Zuko replied with a scowl.

"What a liar," Jet sighed, seating himself on the bed.

Zuko's face burned. He WAS lying. Even if he could lock the shutters on his window to keep the other boy out, he wasn't sure he would want to. He didn't have time to invent another comeback before he found himself straddled, his wrists pinned down above his head.

"Ready to go again, cutie?"

"Don't call me that!!" Zuko shouted. He squirmed under Jet's body and tried to pry his hands free. His grip was surprisingly strong. If Zuko had really, really wanted to, he probably could have freed himself...probably.

Jet found his half-assed efforts to get away amusing. Did he do it because he knew Jet liked it? Or was it just for show, to protect an over-inflated ego that couldn't admit to liking being dominated?

"You fire benders are all alike," Jet chuckled. Zuko thought to say something like 'I'm not a fire bender', but he'd said it so many times already, there was no use. And besides, he was a little distracted by the pair of lips that had just latched themselves onto his neck.

"S-stop it..." Zuko muttered. Pretty soon he'd have to keep his mouth shut altogether if he wanted to keep from moaning. Jet nibbled at him roughly, sure to leave a bright mark on his pale skin. Keeping one hand on Zuko's pinned wrists, he used the other to pull open Zuko's shirt. His mouth moved down over the exposed chest, stopping to toy with Zuko's nipple.

Zuko bit his lip, but it did little to supress the noise from escaping. Jet grinned with satisfaction. "Is this your sensitive spot, Lee?" His lips and tongue continued their work, driving out an even louder sound.

Zuko felt his face turn bright red. He hated himself for not being able to control the noises he made, and he hated himself even more for craving this feeling of helplessness. Jet's hand made its way down his body and quickly found his arousal. His experienced touch made Zuko shiver. Jet knew there was no longer any need to hold him down, even for show. The battle was won, and the hot-headed fire bender was like putty in his hands.

He stroked the length slowly up and down, and felt it twitch. Zuko squirmed again. Jet's own erection couldn't be ignored much longer. Jet swiftly pulled off Zuko's pants and shirt and threw them to the floor. While he started removing his own clothes, Zuko noticed him admiring the naked body in front of him. "Don't stare," he muttered.

"You've got nothing to be embarassed about--"

"I'm not embarassed!" Zuko interrupted.

"Your body is amazing. I could just devour it."

Seeing that Jet's tan and lean form was now exposed as well, Zuko couldn't help thinking the same thing.

Before he'd discarded his clothes, Jet had pulled a small vial of oil from a pocket. Not looking to waste any more time, he covered his fingers with it. The other hand gripped Zuko's soft thigh and spread the legs apart.

"Wait, not ye--" Jet ignored him and shoved in two fingers. Zuko gasped. "Fucking bastard," he breathed. "I s-said...un...ah..." His breathing got faster as the fingers stretched him from inside. Jet's head leaned down to run his tongue up Zuko's cock before fully engulfing him. The combination of sucking and fingering had Zuko fully beyond control of his moaning, and he had to clamp a hand over his mouth. Jet went from two fingers to three. What before felt invasive, now Zuko couldn't get enough of. No matter how deeply Jet thrust the digits in him, they weren't enough.

The mouth around his cock made the pleasure start to intesify.

"Unh...Jet..I'm, I'm gonna c-cum..."

"Oh no you're not," Jet said. He removed his mouth and fingers at once, and instead starting stroking his own throbbing length.

Zuko could almost cry out at the loss. He glared at Jet, though not looking very menacing. His pale face shone with a scarlet that almost glowed in the dark. His mess of black hair was sticking to his face with sweat. "What do you think you're doing?!" he demanded.

"What is it, Lee?" Jet ran a teasing finger up and down Zuko's thigh. "I don't know what you want unless you tell me."

"Fucking asshole..." he mumbled.

"What's that about fucking an asshole?"

"I meant you!!"

"Is that what you want?" That cocky grin was back. "Want me to fuck you?"

Zuko sighed. "Yes..."

"If you insist." Both of Jet's strong hands gripped his legs, pushing his knees towards his chest. He quickly sheathed himself in Zuko's tight hole. The look on the fire bender's face was priceless in more ways than one. He pulled himself halfway out, and thrust back in. No effort to be gentle; he knew his toy liked it rough.

"Mmm..." Jet closed his eyes, relishing the tight heat encasing him. "You really wanna cum? I'm gonna make you cum from nothing but me pounding your ass."

Zuko wondered if he even COULD come from that alone, but he had little time to ponder it. Jet's thrusts got faster and harder. He was probably moaning loudly, but who knew? He didn't hear, or see, or think. The only part of his brain still functioning was the part focusing on the pleasure of Jet's cock filling him. God, if only Jet could get even deeper.

"Ah, ah....deeper...."

"If you want," Jet grunted. He moved his hands to Zuko's hips and pulled him into each thrust, filling him to the hilt each time. Zuko's moans elevated in pitch.

"Jet...Jet...!!"

"That's right," Jet smirked. "Keep saying my name."

"Jet, I'm g-gonna...cu--" before he even finished the word, the building pleasure climaxed and Zuko sprayed his cum all over his own torso. With a lot of panting and some hard thrusts, Jet followed and filled Zuko with his thick load.

"Look what a mess you are," Jet sighed. As he pulled out, Zuko felt a warm stickiness dripping out from him. "Little slut," Jet chuckled. Too incoherent to curse him out, Zuko kicked Jet's side. Jet got up and leisurely dressed himself, leaving Zuko with his own mess. "I knew you'd come from nothing but me fucking you," Jet remarked, a triumphant smile on his face.

Zuko blushed. "Fuck you," he muttered.

The cocky teen leaned over him and planted a kiss below his scar. "Night night, cutie."

Zuko aimed a punch to Jet's face, which he quickly dodged. With one leg out the window, Jet looked back at him. "Maybe I'll be back tomorrow night."

The exhausted fire bender sighed heavily. He just couldn't keep up faking, at least not ALL the time. Something that almost, almost could have been a smile flashed across his features for an instant. "Seeya."

Jet winked before jumping out, and was gone. Not for long, hopefully.