Disclaimer: Characters belong to their owner

Pairing: One-sided JetxZuko, AangxZuko (and that's Aang on top, not Zuko)

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Mansex, language

Notes: Dedicated to newXmoonXfox for putting this plot bunny into my head

Zuko often wondered how he managed to get himself into stupid messes. He rarely went looking for trouble these days, and yet it still managed to find him.

And this trouble came in the form of one ex-freedom fighter known as Jet.

For years, everyone believed Jet dead. Only recently did anyone discover that he had spent several long years recovering and rehabilitating. Eventually, he became more involved in town politics and finally, an emissary.

Zuko had been quite pleased to see him alive. Unfortunately, he had not anticipated that Jet would decide to flirt with him.

And by flirt, that meant kissing.

For a few seconds, Zuko had been shocked, but then quickly recovered. But did he actually punch Jet. Oh no. He slapped him. If Zuko had not been furious, he may have been embarrassed. He glared at Jet.

Jet stared at him, smirking, though the side of his face was red, and would probably bruise.

The sound of a throat clearing startled them both, and they looked to the doorway.

Jet knew from the moment he saw Zuko he was special. True, he had never anticipated firebending as part of the equation, but after several years of lectures and even a few fights over the matter, he had let go of most of his anger.

It helped that he saw how Zuko handled the Fire Nation, attempting to undo and repair the damage done.

And on top of things, Zuko had certainly become a handsome young man. He had caught Zuko in his studies, still in his Fire Lord regalia, except that he had let his hair down. It had grown past his shoulders, the dark hair framing his pale features. Jet never really cared about gender when it came to attraction, and he certainly didn't hesitate when he came to the decision to kiss the Fire Lord.

He knew that Zuko would lash out. What he didn't expect was Aang.

And really, he couldn't stop staring.

He remembered Aang as a short, lanky childish boy. 'Adorable' and 'cute' were appropriate labels.

But that Aang appeared to be a thing of the past. Where before, Jet felt he towered over the Avatar, Aang now stood about a head taller than him, so he now seemed to tower over both him and Zuko. His muscles had filled out from what must have been consistent training, and though he wasn't bulky, he certainly wasn't the lanky boy from before. To Jet's delight, Aang wore no shirt, apparently having returned from some training. That made it possible for him to admire his abs, and the sweat only highlighted the power in his figure.

As for going further south…

Well, it certainly appeared to Jet he had filled out everywhere…

Still, he was not a complete idiot. Aang leaned against the doorframe, a smile on his face, but Jet knew it was not a happy smile. That smile told him that he should probably start looking for an escape route, or else he would get tossed around like a rag doll.

"Hello, Jet," Aang practically purred. Jet shivered as the rich bass washed over him. He felt that somehow he had been cheated in missing the changes in the Avatar.

"Aang…it's good to see you. You've…ah….changed…"

"Have I?" Aang asked, pushing away from the doorframe and silently taking a step into the room.

"I was quite shocked to hear that you were alive still. I'm glad that you survived."

"Are you?" Jet asked, mesmerized at the way Aang slowly moved towards him, almost like a tiger stalking its prey.

"Of course. There may be some bad blood between us, but you certainly proved your heart is in the right place. Most of the time."

"Most of the time?" Jet forced himself to remain still, even as Aang stopped in front of him.

"I suppose you didn't know that Zuko and I are partners?"

It took Jet just a second to digest these words, and in his mind, the realization was quickly followed by the words, 'oh shit.'

As if reading his mind, Aang's smile grew.

"It's quite all right, Jet. I can understand that my Zuko can be quite irresistible. But now that you know, I'll warn you." Aang's eyes narrowed, and his smile disappeared. "If you ever touch him again, I will break you."

Jet shivered, this time from fear. Somehow, coming from Aang, the threat seemed quite menacing without even knowing specifics.

"I thought you were a pacifist," Jet said, mentally kicking himself for even talking back.

"Everyone draws the line somewhere, Jet. But don't worry. You'd still live."

Jet cleared his throat, glancing at Zuko, who seemed calm now, and then at Aang. "Well, then I'll just be leaving…"

"We'll have to catch up some time," said Aang, a more friendly smile on his face now.

"Uh, yeah. I'll let you know when I'm free."

"I'm sure I'll see you at a meeting sooner or later. We'll set up a time. Have a good day, Jet."

"Yes, um. Bye."

Jet managed to not sprint out the door.

"You can be terrible," said Zuko, rubbing at his lips.

"I can," Aang agreed. "I may be the Avatar, but I'm still human."

"And possessive."

"Oh, just a little," Aang replied, pulling Zuko towards him, holding him close. "Let me help you with that."

With no more words, Aang bent down so that their lips could touch, and he took little time in sliding his tongue inside Zuko's mouth. He could taste the foreign flavor of what must have been solely Jet, and he growled. Zuko moaned and shivered against him at the feel and sound.

Aang had considered refraining from molesting his Fire Lord at least until the evening, but threw that idea out. He growled in frustration as he tried to get all of the official robes off of Zuko, and unfortunately for him, Zuko wasn't helping him at all. Instead, he was laughing at Aang's attempts.

"Tease," Aang said, slowly pushing Zuko towards a couch.

"Only for you," replied Zuko, letting the robes slip down his shoulders, and kicking off his shoes.

Aang pulled him close again, running his hands underneath Zuko's thin tunic, then down, pushing the pants down and off. He raised an eyebrow.

"No underwear?"

Zuko huffed. "It gets hot in those damned robes, you know."

"I know," chuckled Aang, getting Zuko fully unclothed.

"Anyway, you shouldn't talk," Zuko replied, slipping a hand down the back of Aang's loose pants, feeling the firm flesh underneath his fingertips.

"No, I guess not."

Zuko undid the ties to Aang's pants, and Aang kicked them off and away. He pushed Zuko onto the couch, crawling on top and tasting Zuko's skin. Yet he did not spend too much time marking him. Aang was far too impatient at the moment to spend time on foreplay. Zuko didn't seem to mind too much, placing one leg over Aang's shoulder and trying to push him closer.

Aang knew from the way Zuko acted that there was no need to prepare him, so he pushed into Zuko in one slow, continuous motion. Zuko groaned, his eyes closing, fingernails biting into Aang's back. This spurred Aang into moving faster, causing the couch to rock with each thrust. Zuko didn't bother to remain quiet. The guards had been warned about disturbing the Fire Lord and Avatar, and so the sounds were not very unusual, even though it still caused quite a few of them to blush.

With the force that they moved, it took little time for them to reach their limit. As they lay intertwined, little sparks of pleasure still pulsing through them even after their orgasms, they kissed. It took a while before they finally parted and Aang slipped out carefully.

Zuko stretched, watching as Aang gathered their clothes together.

"Aang?"

"Hm?" Aang stopped to look at his lover.

"I just thought I'd mention, you're not the only one who's possessive."

Aang grinned. "Oh, don't worry. I can't ever forget that."

Fin