=o= STILL ONE WEEK AGO =o=

From the moment Jake had jumped off, everything had gone completely wrong.

Somehow the human inside the airship had known, and had thrown Jake off balance before the grenades could be thrown in the proper spots.

Tsu'tey watched, unable to do anything on top of the Turok, as the ship went down and took Jake along with it.

Gripping the Turok hard, Tsu'tey managed to get the beast to glare at him as he said, "If you care or respect your Hunter at all, you will bring us down there to save him."

The Turok looked at him, merciless orbs regarding Tsu'tey's determined features. With a shrill cry, the beast suddenly pitched downwards, wings tucked at its sides as it dived too fast for Tsu'tey to keep his eyes open.

They reached the spot of the crash faster than the Na'vi had anticipated, but he recognized the spot and fear immediately began to dance on his spine. This was near the place where Jake had said his 'shack' was, whatever that meant. But Tsu'tey knew it held great importance.

"No, that way!" Tsu'tey pointed, attempting to redirect the flying beast. This was much harder than when he could simply direct through the bond, but he had no other choice.

Thankfully, Toruk got the message and shifted course. But the trees were too densely packed for the winged beast to get through. The moment Tsu'tey heard the sounds of fighting, spotted with familiar cries of pain, he jumped overboard.

The lush vegetation slowed his fall, almost too much. By the time he was nearing the ground, he saw Jake gasping and struggling on the ground, as though he couldn't breathe, and Neytiri pinned under the dead form of a sleek black hunter.

A Sky Person was within one of the human mechanized suits, almost as big as the Toruk himself. The Dreamwalker was laughing, and was slowly lifting one of his mechanical legs, attempting to pulverize JakeSully under him. Time seemed to slow with the frozen beat of Tsu'tey's heart.

Such dishonor.

To kill in such a disgraceful manner.

But above all, he was going to kill JakeSully.

Tsu'tey felt unbridled fury sweep through him.

He saw red.

With a piercing war cry, Tsu'tey adjusted his fall and sprung off of a trunk at the last second, toppling the mechanized behemoth with a forceful tackle, hardened carbon bones and years of trained muscle absorbing the pain. His dagger was out. Once, twice, three times he stabbed the man.

The Sky Person looked at Tsu'tey as though he were the devil himself, surprise filling his widened eyes. Fear was laced in those arrogant orbs. The Na'vi warrior bared his teeth, feeling deep within him that this man deserved no mercy.

And with a swift flick, suddenly the Sky Person didn't have a head.

When the red slowly washed away from his vision, he could hear Neytiri sobbing behind him, saying Jake's name over and over again.

Tsu'tey slowly stood, turning to watch as Jake would gasp and heave and struggle, only to go still and silent, and then suddenly repeat the pattern all over again.

His perceptive eyes swept from Neytiri's grieving form over him, towards the obviously human-constructed box-like building next to them. This must be the shack Jake spoke of. His eyes traced the dents and grooves on the exterior, obviously resulting from attacks from the mechanized hulk that lay dead next to him. Why would the Sky Person damage the building… unless…

…there was something to be protected inside!

Tsu'tey charged through the broken glass, searching the interior of the place with his restless gaze. He heard before he saw the human gasping on the floor, reaching towards one of the masks that protected them from the more toxic fumes of the Na'vi's home world. Skidding to a kneeling position beside the Sky Person, Tsu'tey yanked the mask free from its casing and placed it on the human's face, just like it had been placed on Grace's.

When it didn't do anything, Tsu'tey shook the unmoving warrior. When he still lay still, the Na'vi leader smacked him in the cheek.

Coughing, Sky Person's eyes opened wide and his small hands twisted the side of the mask. Suddenly a whoosh sound was heard and the human's chest rose and fell as it took in much appreciated oxygen.

When Jake realized where he was, what body he was in, and who was holding him, he started to panic. Tsu'tey had never even seen Jake's human form before. Shouldn't the Na'vi warrior be killing him right about now?

The chuckle that came from Tsu'tey startled him so much that he almost forgot to breath, "Don't tell me… you were giving up already… JakeSully."

"Tsu'tey? How did you-?" Jake frowned.

"Maybe your scientists cannot figure you out, Jake…" Tsu'tey stated slowly, his perceptive orbs catching the slight familiarities about Jake's human form, tracing his strong jaw, that irritating frown, and those innocent blue eyes tainted with years of war, before smiling himself, "…but I believe I have."

Jake's frown started to turn into his trademark grin, his head shaking in disbelief.

Then Neytiri's head popped in through the window and she caught his eyes. Jake's grin faltered, and the look he shot towards Tsu'tey was one of confusion. The warrior felt the small hand squeeze his, before releasing it and reaching out towards Neytiri.

=o= PRESENT =o=

Tsu'tey scowled.

After that point, Jake had been avoiding him religiously.

Not to say that Tsu'tey's dark attitude was helping anything. He had the presence of mind to throw a celebration for the Omaticayans and all the Na'vi. It was a celebration to last for a whole week. He had managed to mask his own emotions well.

That was… until JakeSully flipped him off.

He knew the meaning of such an insult. But then his mind started to turn towards other things. Other… implications of the meaning.

He began to imagine the things he could do… the things he would do… to the hybrid warrior if he had the chance. He would take Jake forcefully, make him beg. Make him scream in ecstasy.

His confidence… his lust… must've shown through, because all of a sudden Jake didn't look so sure of himself.

He grinned to himself. Then Jake's attention was caught by his hybrid friend, while Tsu'tey had his own people to worry about.

Then there was the next night, when Jake had spilled the drinks on him. He had watched, amusement turning quickly into lust, as Jake traced the path of the juice down to his loincloth with a heated stare. The shock on Jake's face when he realized who he was ogling had been delicious. But not as endearing as the reaction to Tsu'tey's obvious advances.

The touches the following nights had been amusing, but they were no longer enough. His veins burned, his body ached. He needed more.

Which is why he had a frightened Norm pinned by his fiery scowl, "Where is JakeSully?"

The reply did not make him any happier, much to Norm's distress.

-o-o-o-

Jake had been at the tail end of a forgotten dream when he was awoken by soft footsteps. He looked down from his hiding place, spotting the Na'vi walking past below.

Before he could stop himself, he murmured aloud, "Neytiri?"

She looked up immediately and Jake cursed to himself. She was one of the last people he wanted to see. Especially tonight.

His skin itched for something he couldn't figure out. Somehow, he knew she wouldn't be able to help him with it. There was a fire burning inside, and she would only tame the edges before it would flare up once more.

Caught, he grinned sheepishly and jumped down, landing with a cat-like grace he couldn't have done in his old, human body.

What he didn't expect was to have Neytiri all over him the next instant. Her hands rested on his chest as she pushed forward, lips locking onto Jake's. He stumbled back, not ready for the extra weight, but used that force to gently push her back.

"Neytiri, what-" He started to say, then her breath hit him in a huge wave, filled to the brim with the intense liquor sap that some of Pandora's trees produced. This wasn't like her. She didn't usually give into the sweet nectar, and even then, Jake had never seen her this intoxicated.

"You've… been acting differently, Jake." She slurred, slowly swaying off balance.

"Woah there." Jake said, catching her by the shoulders and straightening her out, "We've talked about this before, Neytiri. Remember?"

"I… don't know what you're talking about… my Jake." She giggled, trying and failing miserably in her intoxicated state to sound alluring. She began tipping backwards but managed to stay upright, mostly thanks to the hold Jake had on the sides of her arms.

"Oookay, someone's had a little too much." Jake laughed awkwardly, letting her lean on him as he started to walk, "Come on, I'll take you to one of the extra huts."

She just giggled in reply.

It was a little more difficult getting from point A to point B, since Jake had to stop Neytiri at least four times from walking right off the high branches to the leaf-littered ground far below. Perhaps she had more experience slowing her descent, but he wasn't sure she would do so well like this. And he wasn't about to risk a chance to find out.

When they finally reached one of the open huts, Jake pried the female from his side, guiding her towards the door.

"All right, Neytiri. It's time for you to sleep now. We'll talk tomorrow, promise." Jake flashed a small smile, glad for it to be over with.

He never wanted to hurt her. But sometimes, it just couldn't be avoided. When they met, there was certainly a spark he had held for her. Yet as time had gone on, he realized he viewed her more as a best friend than anything else. He had told her this before, but the drink had obviously messed with her head.

Just as he was turning to walk away, he found her hands pulling him back into the hut, the door swinging closed before him.

"Neytiri." He said softly, the darkness greeting him.

She continued kissing him on the neck, fingers trailing down his sides.

"No." He turned quickly, catching her hands as they skittered briefly on his loincloth.

"Jake…" She looked up at him, sadness tinting her gaze.

"I'm sorry." He murmured, releasing her hands, "I can't."

Sorrow flowed over her face before a flash of anger overcame it, "Why?"

Jake flinched as images suddenly scattered through his mind. Images of Tsu'tey barreling towards him on a direhorse, distrust on his face. Of the Na'vi male cutting him with his knife when he had found out what Jake and Neytiri had almost done.

Noticing an opening when she saw it, Neytiri pressed, "Why not Jake?"

Jake backed up, his heel hitting the closed door behind him.

Another image flashed, of Tsu'tey backing away as Jake stepped forward, wary. Then those feral eyes flashed to Jake's newly acquired Toruk, and he paused, wondering. He stayed put to hear Jake out. And finally, after an eternity, he reached a hand out to place it against Jake's chest, 'I will ride with you,' he had said.

"Why?" Neytiri demanded, getting closer, her tail flicking in agitation.

Jake's ears pressed downwards as he shook his head. He couldn't answer Neytiri's question. He couldn't even explain why the images were flashing through his head.

Even as he attempted to shut them out, one last one squeezed through.

It was Tsu'tey, concerned and frantic for the first time, as Jake awoke in the shack, exo-mask pressed against his face. There was an emotion on the warrior's face. But what was it?

It was-

"Tell me!" Neytiri continued, breaking through whatever Jake's revelation was.

"I don't know!" Jake said in frustration, not realizing he had shouted at all until he saw the look on her face. Immediately he calmed himself, placing a hand on her shoulder, "Look, I'm sorry. Sleep. We'll talk tomorrow."

Even in her stupor, she knew she had pushed him too far. Meekly, she complied, turning from him and laying in the bed before he had even gone out the door.

Jake felt guilt pouring off him at how he reacted. She was drunk. He was sober. He should've handled it better.

With a big sigh, he stepped outside and closed the door behind him, one hand running through his hair.

He had barely opened his eyes, taking one step forward, before he stumbled forcibly backwards.

Tsu'tey, chest heaving with all his fierce glory, was standing before him. It felt as though all his focus was on Jake, and the hybrid felt as though he had been struck physically with a spear at its intensity.

"Ts-Tsu'tey…" Jake's eyes were wide, feeling choked as his back hit the solidness of the door behind him.

All the games, all the anger, confusion… it all seemed like it would come crashing to an end. Right there, right now.

Like they were standing at the edge of a cliff, a fatal fall ahead, both were silent.

Fire and heat flashed through their veins, pounding demandingly for something neither knew.

"Jake*Sully*… did you…?" The warrior snarled quietly, unable to finish the question.

"…what…?" Jake's adam's apple bobbed painfully as he swallowed thickly, unsure what Tsu'tey meant.

"Did you… with… Neytiri?" Tsu'tey managed, canines flashing more dangerously than when the Thanator had been chasing Jake.

"What?" Jake frowned, ears flattening at the implications of such a question. She was more like a sister to him. Before he could stop himself, he answered with partial disgust, "No, of course not!"

At this reply, the Olo'eyktan before him froze, features smoothed in surprise. Even his tail held still, so full was his utter amazement. He had suspected…

Had feared…

But somehow, he knew the other was telling the truth.

Jake mentally thought back to his answer with sudden apprehension. Maybe he shouldn't have been so honest. It almost felt like he had left a door opened a crack, and it was an opening he did not want the Native male to see.

Tsu'tey's reaction, however, proved that he had. His tail flicked back, curling with pleasure even as his look and stance became predatory. He almost purred as he stated lowly, "I see…"

Instincts within Jake's gut warned him. Everything about the way the warrior held himself, about how his braids swung over his broad shoulder then hung still, about how those feline eyes tracked his every breath, screamed at him to run. Jake's nerves were charged. Earlier, Tsu'tey had seemed ready to full on attack him. It still seemed like that now, except… with a different undertone.

Tsu'tey's tail flicked.

Jake's sense of control snapped.

Unable to resist the natural urge, Jake attempted to dart forward to escape.

Lightening fast, Tsu'tey shifted to the side, effectively blocking his retreat. Jake tried dodging the opposite way, but the warrior was there once more, his feral grin growing wider. Nervously, Jake chuckled, straightening slowly, hoping to get Tsu'tey's guard down.

Before he could find out if it worked, Jake immediately doubled back, grabbing for the door. Somehow, his mind worked it out that if he was able to enter her room, it would lead to his safety and the warrior wouldn't follow. Maybe it would have worked.

But Jake didn't even get past getting his hand on the wooden door handle before Tsu'tey was there. A muscled body was suddenly flushed against his bare back, the hybrid pinned between a heated body and the rough texture of the door at his front. A surprised gasp pushed its way past Jake's lips, before he snarled. He did not like feeling trapped. He struggled, but found the sculpted body of the warrior behind him fully capable of effectively keeping him in check.

"Where were you going… JakeSully?" Tsu'tey purred, his warm breath against the back of Jake's neck making the ex-marine shiver.

Fear pounded in Jake's veins. Fear of the unknown, of what lay between them, and of what his feelings were on the matter. But he was stubborn, and proud. And he faced Tsu'tey's advances with anger to hide his insecurities, "Even a skxawng could figure that one out."

"Really? Could a skxawng…" Tsu'tey trailed slowly, leaning even closer to Jake's rising apprehension, "do this to you…?"

Teeth grazed the crook of Jake's neck, making his knees week and his breath nonexistent for the span of stretched seconds. The feeling sent a jolt of heat down to his groin, the fire inside flaming with a bright intensity.

"Yes…" Jake trailed softly, eyes half-lidded, before he got a hold of himself. Straightening and getting his bearings back, Jake snarled, "No. I meant no."

"Of course," Jake could hear the arrogant, prideful smirk through the Olo'eyktan's voice alone. Another shiver traveled through him against his will. How was it that Tsu'tey could do this to him so easily? He wasn't some virgin to be swayed by confident, yet intimately whispered words. He hadn't even known another male could do this to him. Was he even okay with that?

Then again, he was the one that had been ogling Tsu'tey earlier.

No! Jake had to focus. He had to get out of this.

A hand sneaking slowly down his side, trailing with determined purpose to his hip, jerked his attention back to the present.

"If you do anything," Jake growled warningly, "I'll shout and Neytiri will hear us."

Impatient, Tsu'tey simply growled back, "Let her."

Suddenly a choked cry escaped from Jake's lips, his form rigid as he found Tsu'tey's hand wrapped skillfully around his cock. Tsu'tey waited, his hand frozen in place over the heated shaft, for Jake to relax a fraction from his rigid control. Ears flattened in rising fury, Jake turned his head slightly to throw a glare at the smug Na'vi male behind him. The ex-marine's body trembled from the nervous edge, feeling as though he were at the tip of spiraling out of control. The fact that a heated body was pressed against his own while a hand had snuck under his loincloth did not help either.

"Don't-" Jake's threat was cut off as Tsu'tey began doing the exact opposite of what he was about to demand.

Tsu'tey's hand began moving on the trapped shaft within his grip. A hand calloused from years of climbing, fighting, and honing to become the perfect warrior were wrapped around Jake's vulnerable cock. The sensations were too much for Jake, extracting a drawn out moan even as he sunk against the door for support, Tsu'tey pressing in from behind helped hold him up as well. He didn't stand a chance against the Olo'eyktan's determination.

In a few words, Jake was fucked.