Disclaimer: I don't own Netflix's "Shadowhunters." Everything belongs to whoever owns them, my wishful thinking aside.
Authors Note #1: Because, let's face it, we all needed a little something-something after the season finale.
Warnings: season one spoilers – including the finale. Vampires, sexual content, sex, blood, blood drinking, first time, kinda like a gay virginity loss thing-thing, canon appropriate language and violence.
Extasis
Chapter One
He felt like an accident against Simon lips when the fledgling surged up and kissed him. Furious and desperate as they stood alone together in the hotel. The fallout of their fight raining down around them as the broken sprinkler heads in the ceiling spewed water over the lavish furnishings.
"I have come to a conclusion," Simon said breathlessly, chest heaving as he sucked in air he didn't need. A blood-tinted string of saliva keeping them connected as the blunt of the fledgling's fangs glinted in the low light. Unashamedly on display when Simon chased his lips, mouthing at the corners as the hand that'd settled on his hip without him noticing clenched in time with the moment's pulse.
"Oh? Que es eso?" he snarled, voice so wrecked he barely recognized it. Muting a curse in his mother tongue when he looked down and realized his hands were still fisted in the front of Simon's stupid jacket. Keeping him close as a section of one of the marble pillars shivered down a polished side and crashed across the tiles behind them.
He hissed, showing the fledgling his teeth despite their closeness. Despite how he could feel Simon's hardness pressing against his thigh as his own did the same. Showing his hand – showing how much he wanted - as the last of the duck-down from the destroyed cushions feathered down around them like the lightest rain. Part of him still not ready to forgive Simon's betrayal as the man shuddered against him. And yet- their combined arousal was already tinting the air. Sending the shadows of those who'd been watching from the eves elsewhere. Each of them knowing full well where this particular road would lead.
Perhaps they'd known all along.
Perhaps that was why Simon had been allowed back into the hotel without his permission.
Why he'd made it up to the lounge before he'd sensed him.
Why none had sprung to back him when Simon had refused to leave until they'd spoken.
Simon had a way of inspiring loyalty in people.
Even if he did not extend his own kind the same courtesy.
He growled, baring his fangs again as the thought hit close to home. Sharding itself into a thousand fractured pieces. Just like the gilded mirror he'd thrown Simon against when he'd dared to meet his eyes from across the room. Tone low and expression hopeful as apologies fell from his lips like endearments. Turning resentment into rage when he realized how easily he could cave to it. How he wanted to. Needed to.
But instead of speaking, Simon just shook his head. Darting in to nip at his lower lip, then his chin, showing deference and lust as the implication of the act threatened to make him dizzy. He swayed forward, hands migrating upwards as the sharp of his nails raked gentle furrows down the pale of the fledgling's throat. Stuck somewhere between wanting to push him away and encourage him repeat the action.
In the end, he didn't have to do either.
Because Simon did it again.
The intent was unmistakable and bold, just as much as it was impossible. But he seized it regardless, pulling it close – safe - as a rumbling purr left him like an exhale. The sound made Simon quiver and look up, watching him through the fan of his lashes as the barest curl of the fledglings tongue flicked out to bathe the pulse point just underneath his chin.
His nails dug into the flesh of his palm, leaking iron.
The fledgling couldn't know.
What such a thing meant to their kind.
But the demon in him only chuffed encouragingly, animally-pleased. Letting go of an asserting little churl he didn't know his throat could even make as his hips ground up against Simon's like he just couldn't help himself. Jerking into the solid, lanky weight of him as his own inexperience rushed headily to the forefront
Qué coño estaba haciendo? Había bargo- no como esto- no-
"Simon...dios" he breathed, hating himself for how he advanced a step. Slowly backing the fledgling towards the nearest wall as he tasted his lips with a brutalized groan. "Qué demonios estás haciendo?"
"I know what I'm doing," Simon panted, doing something with his tongue that was so utterly sinful his hips stuttered. "I know what I want. I'm so sorry, I just- I know now. If you even want me back that is- Raphael, fuck-I-"
He tried to break away, throat thick with it, but only succeeded in lurching back a half-step. Taking Simon with him when the fledgling refused to let go of his lapels. Dark hair wild and glittering with pieces of marble and broken mirror. Keeping them suspended for a long moment before gravity took them back and suddenly he was pinning the man against the wall. Scenting down his skin and clothes with an exaggerated pull. Hissing the man still when he threatened to squirm. Wanting to memorize every unfamiliar scent and put together the pieces that made up the smattering of weeks since Camille's escape. Since Simon's betrayal. Since-
Dios.
He rocked back. The curl of his nails an ever present threat as the dark voice he'd been fighting ever since the man's scent had reached him demanded what they'd wanted all along. What he'd claimed for his own so thoroughly that even the rest of the clan had taken note. Hindsight was a terrible creature, he realized. Because even from the beginning he'd treated Simon differently. Like he was special, worthy. Like-
His fingers flexed, awkward but caught when his arm firmed around the small of the fledglings back. Chin tipping up to nuzzle at the swollen plush of his lips until Simon opened for him. Tracing his tongue down the sharp of the man's fangs before Simon got greedy and tried to own it. If he hadn't known better he would have blamed the tightness in his chest on some warlock's spell. Hating himself more than he ever had as the dark voice gained ground in his mind's eye. Whispering things he'd almost forgotten. Things he wanted to forget. Things he couldn't in good faith ask or claim for his own.
It was too much.
All those weeks without this?
Without Simon?
He'd refused to admit it. Even to himself. But each one had been endless and dull in a way that made him realize just how silent his days had been before Simon's inane chattering had rushed in to fill them. Before Simon was zipping around the hotel with his newborn excitement, endearing himself to even the grimmest of their clan as he bullied people into movie nights and spontaneous board games he seemed to procure out of nowhere. Turning their training into an exercise of control as he fought the urge of pin the fledgling to the ground until he submitted. Wanting more than anything to smell himself on him and no one else whenever the man returned from the Institute and carried other people – other scents - on his skin.
Life.
Simon was life.
He'd been an unexpected spring to an eternal winter.
And now, not only was he here, right in front of him, but Simon wanted-
His chin jerked up like a sword thrust.
"This is not-" he started, momentarily losing his train of thought when one of Simon's hands inched downward. "I don't share."
"You won't have to," Simon returned, emphatic but with blown pupils that almost made him believe it. Thoughts of Clary's bright hair, cupid cheeks and Simon's adoring eyes following her abruptly dissolving when he looked up and found Simon's eyes on his face. Expression stripped so bare he couldn't help but look away.
He wanted to ask how and why now.
He wanted to demand everything the man had already said with his lips and tongue.
He wanted to feel the bones in the fledgling's throat flex and give under his hands.
He wanted to tear the truth from his bones writhe naked it in it.
But instead-
"Prove it," he growled.
A/N: Thank you for reading, please let me know what you think. – There will be one more chapter, stay tuned.
Reference:
The title "extasis" is the Spanish word for: "ecstasy."
""Oh? Que es eso?" – "Oh? What is that?"
"Qué coño estaba haciendo? Había bargo- no como esto- no-" - What the fuck was he doing? He'd never- not like this- not-"
"Qué demonios estás haciendo?" – "What the hell are you doing?"