SLA: Picture 2- Concerning Sisters
Title: Snapshots of Life After- Concerning Sisters
Rating: M
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Pairing: Jet/Zuko
Genre: General/Romance
Summary: Zuko's life as the Fire Lord isn't easy: it comes with its fair share of stumbling. Lucky for him he's got Jet to help him through.
WARNINGS: yaoi, mature content, fluff
Disclaimer: I do not own any recognizable trademarks displayed in this work of fiction. The ideas and writing are mine, however, so I would appreciate that my rights be observed in that respect. This disclaimer is applicable to the entirety of this story.
Jet was having a chat with Sokka (the Southern Water Tribe ambassador) and Teo (ambassador for the New Air Nomads) when Zuko returned from his trip to Agni-only-knew-where.
And spirits, but he looked awful. Whatever these monthly trips were, they completely drained the life out of the proud firebender. Jet had had the sense not to ask, because he somehow knew that asking what was going on would just provoke Zuko’s temper. The Fire Lord had gotten much better about that temper, probably due to the pacifying influence of his uncle. It wasn’t Jet’s influence in any case. He loved seeing Zuko mad, cheeks tinted red and eyes burning with bright anger. In any case, the trips were making Zuko look dead on his feet and ten years older than he ought to. Sokka and Teo made their excuses and left, but Jet barely noticed them leave.
Zuko walked right past him, intent on going straight to their chambers and, if Jet knew him at all, not talking to anyone for the rest of the day. Jet shot out a hand and caught his wrist as he passed, pulling sharply. That rewarded him with a lap full of fuming, exhausted firebender, but Jet was used to that.
“Let me go, Jet.” Zuko snarled, fighting to stand. Jet did no such thing, instead tightening his hold and clamping Zuko’s arms to his sides.
“Not until you tell me what’s wrong.” Jet said reasonably. Zuko’s only response was to growl low in his throat and twist, slippery like an eel-viper, straight out of Jet’s grasp. Then he was up and moving, covering the short distance to the bedroom and closing the door firmly in Jet’s face. Jet growled, eyes narrowing. So he wanted to play that game. So be it.
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Zuko sighed softly, slumped against the door. Jet wasn’t trying to pursue the matter - that was unusual, but reassuring. He moved to the changing-screen and slowly pulled off the heavy robes of status, not stopping until he was clad only in his wine-red linen pants. He pulled the crown from his hair, placing it on the dresser and running a hand through long ebony locks.
He stared at the bed for a long moment, a lump rising in his throat. Maybe he should tell Jet. Maybe he would understand, offer the support that Zuko so desperately needed. But then again, he’d probably be angry. Jet didn’t exactly have the best temper in the world. There was a slight noise behind him, and suddenly he was pinned to the bed, a warm, familiar weight resting on top of him.
‘I didn’t check the windows-’ the fleeting, almost-panicked thought ran through his head as a hot mouth attacked his shoulders and warm, callused hands slipped down to rest on his hips. He let out a strangled gasp, and felt Jet’s mouth curve in a smirk.
“Tell me what it is, Zu.” He murmured, low and hot into Zuko’s undamaged ear, before nibbling his earlobe lightly. Zuko’s breath hitched as Jet’s hands wandered, one working its way between the bed and the firebender to rest on his stomach just above where he wanted it.
“I - I don’t want you to be - hnn - mad…” he choked out, Jet’s fingers tickling the sensitive skin along his hipbones. Jet’s hands stilled.
“Why would I be mad?” He asked, a serious tone bleeding into his words. Zuko frowned, letting his face drop into the pillows as he muttered an answer. Jet seemed unsatisfied, as he roughly flipped the teen over onto his back, brown eyes clashing with gold. “Tell me.” He insisted, almost glaring at Zuko. Zuko flushed, wondering why he was suddenly feeling like an awkward sixteen-year-old all over again.
“I was - I was visiting my sister.” There. He’d said it. He squeezed his eyes shut, not wanting to see any of the emotions he was expecting in Jet’s eyes. Jet gave a harsh chuckle.
“Why are you visiting the one woman who would gladly kill you without a second’s thought?” Jet demanded. “That bitch doesn’t deserve your loyalty, your love. She tried to kill you on several occasions, if you don’t remember.” Zuko looked pained. “Look at me, Lord.” The last part was a sneer, and Zuko reluctantly opened his eyes. Jet’s held anger, pain, a dark hint of betrayal, and just a tiny smudge of sympathy. He felt a little more hopeful, and that gave him courage to try to formulate an answer.
“She’s my sister, Jet. My baby sister…” all he managed was a breath, choked by his own sudden, overwhelming pain. Tears beaded in his eyes, but he did not let them fall. “I can still remember when we were kids, before Ozai really got to her. I loved her, I still love her.” And then Jet was kissing him, anger still present in the set of his body against Zuko’s, and Zuko surrendered, feeling utterly spent.
He clung to Jet’s back as the other rid them of their remaining clothing, murmuring incoherently as Jet’s mouth and hands traced hot patterns against his skin. Moments later slick fingers were making damp circles on his skin before sliding inside him with nearly obscene ease. Jet curled his fingers, teasingly brushing the spot that made Zuko see sparks along the edges of his vision. He moaned, breath short, and Jet kissed him again, hot and wet. Then the fingers were gone, and Zuko momentarily forgot how to breathe as Jet slid into him without warning. Jet gave Zuko only a moment to adjust before setting an almost punishing pace. Zuko’s legs wound around his hips, so that the young Fire Lord was clinging to him, tears leaking from his tightly closed eyes. They weren’t tears for the sex, though.
They were tears for the rending feeling shooting through his chest, the feeling of hopelessness in the face of something far to difficult to face. He wasn’t lying - hell, he was the worst liar in the known countries, Jet told him that often enough - he still loved his sister. Even in the face of all she’d done to him, all she’d wanted to do to him, there was still that sickeningly hopeless love for the sister he’d never really had. It was a terrifying feeling, and Zuko could only cling to his one anchor to reality it that moment - Jet.
Their coupling was over unusually quickly, Zuko crying out, a strangled choking sound, Jet following not long after with a sharp inhale of breath. He let it out as a gusty sigh against Zuko’s ear as he slumped over the slightly shorter man. Zuko clung for a few more seconds before reluctantly unwinding himself from his lover.
“I wish you wouldn’t keep these things from me.” Jet said, voice low and rough. Zuko closed his eyes, swallowing briefly.
“I know. I never know how you’ll react, though.” He replied, looking almost timidly up at Jet. Jet groaned.
“Don’t look at me like that, Zu. I’m not going to run you through or anything.” Jet hated it when Zuko took on that sort-of-vulnerable kind-of-scared look that reminded him sharply of the abuse Zuko had suffered at the hands of the man who had called himself Zuko’s father. Zuko nodded, eyes going distant for a minute.
“I’m not stopping my visits.” He told Jet matter-of-factly, fire rekindling behind his eyes. Jet half-sighed half-chuckled.
“No, I guess you aren’t.” He replied. Zuko looked briefly surprised. He’d expected more of a fight. “I’m coming with you.” Zuko immediately frowned and opened his mouth to argue, but Jet found a better use for his mouth. When he’d quite finished stealing Zuko’s breath, he smirked. “That’s final, by the way.” Zuko huffed in the annoyed way that Jet knew signified he’d won this round, and Jet saw a faint shadow lift from his eyes.
“Fine, have it your way.” He grumbled. Jet smiled, and stole another kiss.
“I knew you’d come round.”
Rating: M
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Pairing: Jet/Zuko
Genre: General/Romance
Summary: Zuko's life as the Fire Lord isn't easy: it comes with its fair share of stumbling. Lucky for him he's got Jet to help him through.
WARNINGS: yaoi, mature content, fluff
Disclaimer: I do not own any recognizable trademarks displayed in this work of fiction. The ideas and writing are mine, however, so I would appreciate that my rights be observed in that respect. This disclaimer is applicable to the entirety of this story.
Jet was having a chat with Sokka (the Southern Water Tribe ambassador) and Teo (ambassador for the New Air Nomads) when Zuko returned from his trip to Agni-only-knew-where.
And spirits, but he looked awful. Whatever these monthly trips were, they completely drained the life out of the proud firebender. Jet had had the sense not to ask, because he somehow knew that asking what was going on would just provoke Zuko’s temper. The Fire Lord had gotten much better about that temper, probably due to the pacifying influence of his uncle. It wasn’t Jet’s influence in any case. He loved seeing Zuko mad, cheeks tinted red and eyes burning with bright anger. In any case, the trips were making Zuko look dead on his feet and ten years older than he ought to. Sokka and Teo made their excuses and left, but Jet barely noticed them leave.
Zuko walked right past him, intent on going straight to their chambers and, if Jet knew him at all, not talking to anyone for the rest of the day. Jet shot out a hand and caught his wrist as he passed, pulling sharply. That rewarded him with a lap full of fuming, exhausted firebender, but Jet was used to that.
“Let me go, Jet.” Zuko snarled, fighting to stand. Jet did no such thing, instead tightening his hold and clamping Zuko’s arms to his sides.
“Not until you tell me what’s wrong.” Jet said reasonably. Zuko’s only response was to growl low in his throat and twist, slippery like an eel-viper, straight out of Jet’s grasp. Then he was up and moving, covering the short distance to the bedroom and closing the door firmly in Jet’s face. Jet growled, eyes narrowing. So he wanted to play that game. So be it.
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Zuko sighed softly, slumped against the door. Jet wasn’t trying to pursue the matter - that was unusual, but reassuring. He moved to the changing-screen and slowly pulled off the heavy robes of status, not stopping until he was clad only in his wine-red linen pants. He pulled the crown from his hair, placing it on the dresser and running a hand through long ebony locks.
He stared at the bed for a long moment, a lump rising in his throat. Maybe he should tell Jet. Maybe he would understand, offer the support that Zuko so desperately needed. But then again, he’d probably be angry. Jet didn’t exactly have the best temper in the world. There was a slight noise behind him, and suddenly he was pinned to the bed, a warm, familiar weight resting on top of him.
‘I didn’t check the windows-’ the fleeting, almost-panicked thought ran through his head as a hot mouth attacked his shoulders and warm, callused hands slipped down to rest on his hips. He let out a strangled gasp, and felt Jet’s mouth curve in a smirk.
“Tell me what it is, Zu.” He murmured, low and hot into Zuko’s undamaged ear, before nibbling his earlobe lightly. Zuko’s breath hitched as Jet’s hands wandered, one working its way between the bed and the firebender to rest on his stomach just above where he wanted it.
“I - I don’t want you to be - hnn - mad…” he choked out, Jet’s fingers tickling the sensitive skin along his hipbones. Jet’s hands stilled.
“Why would I be mad?” He asked, a serious tone bleeding into his words. Zuko frowned, letting his face drop into the pillows as he muttered an answer. Jet seemed unsatisfied, as he roughly flipped the teen over onto his back, brown eyes clashing with gold. “Tell me.” He insisted, almost glaring at Zuko. Zuko flushed, wondering why he was suddenly feeling like an awkward sixteen-year-old all over again.
“I was - I was visiting my sister.” There. He’d said it. He squeezed his eyes shut, not wanting to see any of the emotions he was expecting in Jet’s eyes. Jet gave a harsh chuckle.
“Why are you visiting the one woman who would gladly kill you without a second’s thought?” Jet demanded. “That bitch doesn’t deserve your loyalty, your love. She tried to kill you on several occasions, if you don’t remember.” Zuko looked pained. “Look at me, Lord.” The last part was a sneer, and Zuko reluctantly opened his eyes. Jet’s held anger, pain, a dark hint of betrayal, and just a tiny smudge of sympathy. He felt a little more hopeful, and that gave him courage to try to formulate an answer.
“She’s my sister, Jet. My baby sister…” all he managed was a breath, choked by his own sudden, overwhelming pain. Tears beaded in his eyes, but he did not let them fall. “I can still remember when we were kids, before Ozai really got to her. I loved her, I still love her.” And then Jet was kissing him, anger still present in the set of his body against Zuko’s, and Zuko surrendered, feeling utterly spent.
He clung to Jet’s back as the other rid them of their remaining clothing, murmuring incoherently as Jet’s mouth and hands traced hot patterns against his skin. Moments later slick fingers were making damp circles on his skin before sliding inside him with nearly obscene ease. Jet curled his fingers, teasingly brushing the spot that made Zuko see sparks along the edges of his vision. He moaned, breath short, and Jet kissed him again, hot and wet. Then the fingers were gone, and Zuko momentarily forgot how to breathe as Jet slid into him without warning. Jet gave Zuko only a moment to adjust before setting an almost punishing pace. Zuko’s legs wound around his hips, so that the young Fire Lord was clinging to him, tears leaking from his tightly closed eyes. They weren’t tears for the sex, though.
They were tears for the rending feeling shooting through his chest, the feeling of hopelessness in the face of something far to difficult to face. He wasn’t lying - hell, he was the worst liar in the known countries, Jet told him that often enough - he still loved his sister. Even in the face of all she’d done to him, all she’d wanted to do to him, there was still that sickeningly hopeless love for the sister he’d never really had. It was a terrifying feeling, and Zuko could only cling to his one anchor to reality it that moment - Jet.
Their coupling was over unusually quickly, Zuko crying out, a strangled choking sound, Jet following not long after with a sharp inhale of breath. He let it out as a gusty sigh against Zuko’s ear as he slumped over the slightly shorter man. Zuko clung for a few more seconds before reluctantly unwinding himself from his lover.
“I wish you wouldn’t keep these things from me.” Jet said, voice low and rough. Zuko closed his eyes, swallowing briefly.
“I know. I never know how you’ll react, though.” He replied, looking almost timidly up at Jet. Jet groaned.
“Don’t look at me like that, Zu. I’m not going to run you through or anything.” Jet hated it when Zuko took on that sort-of-vulnerable kind-of-scared look that reminded him sharply of the abuse Zuko had suffered at the hands of the man who had called himself Zuko’s father. Zuko nodded, eyes going distant for a minute.
“I’m not stopping my visits.” He told Jet matter-of-factly, fire rekindling behind his eyes. Jet half-sighed half-chuckled.
“No, I guess you aren’t.” He replied. Zuko looked briefly surprised. He’d expected more of a fight. “I’m coming with you.” Zuko immediately frowned and opened his mouth to argue, but Jet found a better use for his mouth. When he’d quite finished stealing Zuko’s breath, he smirked. “That’s final, by the way.” Zuko huffed in the annoyed way that Jet knew signified he’d won this round, and Jet saw a faint shadow lift from his eyes.
“Fine, have it your way.” He grumbled. Jet smiled, and stole another kiss.
“I knew you’d come round.”