Jet always got what he wanted. Anyone who stood in his way was quickly removed. So when this fire nation scum and his uncle opened a tea shop in Ba Sing Se right under everyone's noses, Jet was determined to expose them. He went to the tea shop, the Jasmine Dragon, every day in hopes to find one of them bending. He would hang around and order a tea once in a while and studied Li's every move. He quickly became a regular there, and, despite himself, ended up talking to the two fire nation scum more than he would like to have. The uncle would always have an entertaining story to tell, or a tea cake to slip to Jet, and Li would pointedly ignore him. It was almost a game. Jet would arrive, Li would tell him to get lost, the uncle would chuckle and wave to Jet and then send out a tea and a cake for him. After a bit, even Li's negative attention to the Freedom Fighter diminished, and the brown haired youth would prance right on it and grin lopsidedly at the pair of them. It was a game really. But, as it progressed, Jet realized it was one he didn't want to end.

"Welcome to the Jasmine Dragon." Li drawled with so much boredom it was a wonder he didn't die from it.

"Hey Li," Jet chuckled, breezing past and flopping down in his usual place, "you look like shit!"

"Thanks." Li sneered, stalking off to go collect Jet's order.

Jet grinned as the scowling teen approached again, "I mean, when is the last time you got laid? Jeez it's like you have a stick up yer ass or something."

Zuko, already used to Jet's barbed tongue, smirked, "Yeah I know I look like shit, but at least I have an excuse." He watched with amusement as Jet sputtered for a second before laughing and taking his tea.

"Nice one." Jet waved to Mushi cheerfully and got an equally cheerful wave in return. Honestly, if these two were fire nation they really sucked at it.

The day passed as normal until it was closing time. Jet had taken to hanging around and helping out. He told himself it was just another way to catch them bending, but in all honestly he just liked annoying Li.

"So have any plans for tonight?" Jet teased, elbowing the banished prince in the side as they washed dishes.

Zuko rolled his eyes and set a plate on the rack to dry, "No, you ask me this every night." He passed a cup to Jet and then began working on a tea pot.

Jet scrubbed the cup viciously, laughing as he slopped water over himself, "Want to know my plans?"

"Let me guess." Zuko replied sarcastically, "You'll annoy the hell out of me while doing the dishes, follow me home on the pre-tense that you live nearby, continue annoying me, talk to my uncle, annoy me some more, and then, finally, leave."

"No, no!" Jet snickered, "You forgot the part when I annoy you!" He laughed until Zuko jabbed him in the ribs, which if anything was more amusing. "You're fun to annoy, Li."

"I've noticed." Zuko grumbled, wiping down the tea pot and setting it on the rack. He dried his hands and then tossed a dish towel to Jet. They'd done this routine a hundred times over, and if anything it was something to look forward to—though the prince would never admit it.

Jet and Zuko had grown close over the months of pestering and badgering each other. At first Zuko had meant it when he told Jet periodically to 'get lost'. But now it was more of a greeting than a threat. Iroh approved of his nephew's new friendship with the strange boy, and was always happy to see him.

That night, as they sat in Zuko's tiny apartment listening to Iroh telling a story about a Princess who turned into the moon spirit, Jet subtly scooted his foot under the table and poked Zuko with it.

The prince arched an eyebrow but otherwise ignored him until Jet decided to take it upon himself to stab Zuko with his toenail. This followed in a completely discreet, deviously subtle foot war while the two young men listened to Iroh's story without any facial expressions. Once the tale ended, along with the foot war, Jet riled Zuko up and bit before saying good night. As he left he noticed Zuko's almost relieved expression and couldn't help snickering. So he thought he was safe did he?

That night, when Iroh was asleep, Zuko was lying awake and thinking about the Freedom Fighter. The former prince sneered slightly; the cocky bastard annoyed him to no end! But there was a certain charm about him that involuntarily pulled Zuko in, despite himself. Zuko rolled over and stared at the wall, starting to drift off, when he heard a soft swish of fabric and a muffled curse word. Suddenly the banised prince was alert and wide awake. He slowly sat up and reached for the closest weapon he could find, a pearl dagger from his uncle. He shifted into a stance next to the window as the person unlocked it and slipped inside. No sooner had the intruder's feet touched the ground was Zuko upon him. He knocked the person to the ground and clamped a hand around his mouth, faster than he could blink Zuko's dagger was at the intruder's throat.

"Wait! It's me!" The person hissed, muffled by Zuko's fingers.

"…JET!" Zuko whispered fiercely, letting his captive go.

"Who else?" Jet whispered back, grinning arrogantly. He yelped as the dagger was suddenly pressed back against his throat.

"Why are you here?" Zuko growled, not in the mood for games.

Jet rolled his eyes and gently pushed the blade away, "To annoy you, obviously." He placed his hands on Zuko's chest and pushed him off, "Jeez you really are uptight."

"Shut up! I am not!" Zuko snapped, sheathing his dagger and tossing it under the bed. "Why are you here, Jet?"

The Freedom Fighter blinked and let a devilish smile unfurl on his face. "To help you unwind."

Zuko wasn't afraid of many things, but that smile suddenly seemed rather threatening, "What the hell are you talking about?" He asked, his voice rising.

Jet's eyes widened and he tackled Zuko the ground, clamping his hands over the banished prince's mouth, "Shh! Do you want your uncle to wake up?"

The scarred teen glared at Jet and mumbled something that sounded rather nasty, before nodding and pushing Jet off him, "Fine, what do you want?"

"Be quiet." Jet cautioned, "I can help you relax but you can't make a sound!" He grinned at his friend's uncomforted look and shivered at the thought of what he was going to do to him, "Trust me?" It slipped out before he could help it.

Zuko looked a little surprised at the question, not the Jet blamed him, before nodding once, "Yeah…"

That surprised Jet, but he couldn't help grinning like a hyena, "Good, now close your eyes and don't make a sound."

The former prince was starting to regret this. He closed his eyes and suddenly all his senses flared. He could feel the breeze from the open window on his heated skin. He could feel his bare skin pressed against the wall, and his loose pants clinging to his warm flesh. He could hear Jet's breathing, heavy but quiet, and he could feel his own excitement rise unbidden. He kept perfectly still as he heard Jet scoot across the floor and then lean over him. He didn't do anything when he felt Jet's hands smooth over his creamy pale flesh, and run along his many scars. He didn't move as the fingers trailed lower, finally resting on the waist line of his pants. But once they were being tugged down did he speak, "Jet…"

"Shh."

"Jet wait, I'm not wearing any—."

"I know." Jet purred, feeling Zuko stiffed in surprise, "Trust me and be quiet." He murmured teasingly, tugging the darker haired teen's pants down. He was a little touched to see that Li trusted him, as he tossed the cotton pants behind them. He watched the prince's face carefully, smirking at the blush that was starting to spread, yet the fiery golden eyes remained closed. Jet grinned and let his hands trail lower towards Zuko's growing erection, before wrapping a hand around the base and squeezing gently.

Zuko gasped and immediately bit down on his lower lip to quiet himself. This wasn't what he had expected when Jet told him he was going to help him unwind. If anything, as Jet's hand began to move patronizingly along his length, it was making him tenser. But the prince wasn't about to argue. It was one thing to touch yourself, but to have someone else's hot hands stroking you was completely different.

Jet watched Zuko fight to keep himself quiet as the Freedom Fighter worked his skills. He ran his fingers over the impressive length, rubbing the slit and teasing along the thick vein. He tightened his grip as he pushed down over the pulsing member, and then allowed his fingers to slide and tease their way back up.

The prince arched into the hand and clenched his jaw to bite down on a moan, it felt so good. He struggled to keep his eyes and mouth closed and he felt his orgasm build. But as if noticing that, Jet pulled away, leaving Zuko straining and unsatisfied. "Jet…?" He began but was silence by a hot pair of lips, sealing over his own. He couldn't help it then but to groan and tangle his fingers in the thick brown locks.

Jet gave himself over to the kiss. He hadn't meant to kiss him, but Li looked so damn good when he was left hanging, a mixture of desperation and anger that made Jet moan to look at him. And Li could kiss. Jet found himself pressed against the teen, their mouths locked and their tongues in a heated battle of fire as they kissed. They finally broke for lack of air, leaving them both gasping for breath and flushed from the intensity of it. Jet was pleased to see Li's eyes still closed, he leaned in close to Zuko's good ear and whispered; "Now you get your reward…"

Before Zuko could form a question, he felt a hot, tight, wet heat engulf him fully to the base. He arched into it and slammed his hand over his mouth to muffle his cry of pleasure. It was so hot and so good…Zuko spread his legs and tangled his free hand in the dark wild hair, murmuring a mixture of encouragement and profanity.

Jet slid his tongue along the shaft and hollowed out his cheeks as he sucked on Li's member. It was soft and tasted better than it should have. He lapped the bead of pre-cum up, smoothing his tongue over the slit as he watched Li jerk and moan. He could feel the member pulsing with warning as he sucked on it with renewed vigor, determined to see what Li looked like in the throes of passion.

Zuko tugged on Jet's hair on warning but the Freedom Fighter stubbornly continued to drag him closer to the cliff. Zuko felt an intense heat coil and build in the pit of his stomach before releasing with a strangle cry, muffled by his own hand. He shuddered and slumped against the wall, letting his eyes slide open in time to see Jet pull away and swallow, licking his lips as though savoring the flavor. "W-why did you do that…" Zuko asked, too tired to bother being mad.

Jet grinned, "You needed it. And honestly I was happy to oblige." His grin broadened as Zuko muttered something and rolled his eyes. He leaned over the exhausted teen, locking eyes with him, "It wasn't all that bad, was it?"

Zuko flushed red and, hating himself, sighed, "No it wasn't."

"Good." Jet crushed his lips against the teen's and, after a brief hesitation, Zuko returned the kiss. Jet pulled the black haired teen onto his lap and pressed Zuko against him, tasting and exploring the fire bender's mouth with his tongue.

The banished prince moaned quietly at the taste of himself mixed with Jet's own flavor and deepened the kiss, panting as his sex high made him light headed.

Jet broke away, his face flushed and his eyes bright, "You better get to bed. I'll see you tomorrow." He grinned and helped the prince into bed, kissing him passionately once more, "Night Zuko, see you tomorrow!" He waved and then leapt out the window, grinning playfully.

"Night." Zuko mumbled, before realizing that Jet had just called him by his real name.