Star of the Show
Valentine/Sebastian/Jace
Jace didn't know what had happened. One moment he was walking through the dark forest and the next he was waking up tied to a bed, his father and the demon that had killed his brother hovering over him. The older Morgenstern's smile glittered in the moonlight. Jace could almost feel the venom dripping from his teeth. A pale white hand flashed out into the darkness and slid down his bare chest, causing an icy tremor to run through him.
"Father," he growled.
Valentine laughed. "Mhm."
Jace glared at Sebastian, his stomach turning. "Abomination." Sebastian's grin widened and he trailed his fingers over the elastic of Jace's boxers. Jace spit in his face.
"Looks like we've got a fiesty one," Sebastian said, wiping the spit from his face and rubbing it slowly on Jace's chest, applying enough pressure that it was uncomfortable. His other hand reached down to rub absently at Jace's upper thigh. As much as he hated the feeling, Jace couldn't help but groan at the feeling. Sebastian smiled at his father. "May I?"
Valentine reached out and rubbed a thumb down Sebastian's face. "Of course, son. Make him scream."
Sebastian dived towards the bed, swinging one leg up into the air to straddle Jace, who's eyes were wide with terror and hate. All three were caught in that frozen tableau, stock still, like a display of mannequins.
Out of the darkness stepped Alec, the eldest of the Lightwood's, wearing a crisp grey suit with a soft blue tie, perfectly tailored to bring out the blue in his eyes and the creaminess of his skin, picked by none other than the fabulous Magnus Bane.
"Hi," he said, smiling brightly, "I'm Alec Lightwood and I'm here today to talk to you about what's right and what's wrong in stories. While it's okay to let your imagination run wild, there really are things that should be left alone. Incest, for one, is a big no-no, as we can see here. As is forceful sexual play - IE, tying someone up and fucking them until they explode without their permission. Note my choice of words - WITHOUT PERMISSION." He looked over his shoulder to see the long, lean spike topped silouette in the doorway, swinging a rope in lazy circles. He swallowed heavily. "With permission is fine. Also, no putting any of us in drag. Or making us sleep with Simon."
"What's wrong with me?" cried Simon from the window, indignant.
Alec made a grab for a broom lying nearby and hissed at Simon, jabbing him with it until he left the sill. "We all know how fun it is to take someone's story and run a little wild," Alec said, straightening his tie and pushing his hair back. "Have you ever read Cassandra Clare's Harry Potter Fanfiction? She completely changed the characters - and that's a good thing! Making character's and stories your own is a sign of a domineering imagination."
"Did someone say domineering?" asked Magnus sultrily from the doorway.
Alec's cheeks coloured and he bit his lip for a moment. "In a minute," he said, shooing his boyfriend with a hand. "So this is a message from the fandom, from those who simply read the books and move on, and from us characters - there are some stories that should go untold and some places Fanfiction really doesn't need to go."
"Alec!" Magnus called in a singsong voice. "Don't make me start without you!"
Alec swallowed hard and half-grinned. "Thank you for listening."
He hurried out of the room and the scene on the bed jogged back into life, only without the sexual perversion. Jace burst out of his bonds and punches flew. In the distance, Alec cried out in wonderful anguish and everything was as it had to be.
THE END
