Yes, this is exactly what it looks like. Luke/Raphael slash. I cannot believe nobody has done this before ... but then again, you probably can't believe I'm writing tones of chapters based on the two conversations they've had ...

But I am, and I really hope you like because I've been writing this for at least half a year, and I'm not finished yet. I already have more than 10 chapters, but I won't post them right away. I'm hoping that some feedback will finally make me end this story.

Anyway, the characters may seem a bit OOC, since it's not like we have that much information on them. Raphael is also twenty-four and not fourteen, because if not it would be pedophilia, even if he's one hundred years old. Another thing I've changed, because it makes no sense if he's been transformed for a couple of years and is already second in command. So yes, just pretend you don't know anything about his history.

There will also appear a lot of OCs, and Raphael's history will take an interesting turn ... I hope.

There are probably more things that I should say, but for now, enjoy this first chapter :)

Also, rated M for a reason, and this is like the second time that I try writing lemons, so be nice.

Disclaimer: I don't own Mortal Instruments. Obviously, I mean did anybody had a doubt for even a second ?


PART 1

It's the Edge of the World

Chapter 1

Getting Raphael's number had been easy and hadn't awakened suspicious. And why would it? As the pack's alpha Luke needed to be in contact with the vampire's chief of New York's clan.

Technically Raphael was only second in command but from what Luke had heard, and he had been looking for those rumors, the clan didn't have any problems with Raphael being in command. Luke had thought this weird because from what he had gathered Raphael couldn't be more than a hundred years, not to mention he had only appeared in New York for some years, maybe ten or twenty.

If he was honest to himself, Luke didn't know exactly why he was calling the vampire. He had just come from the Institute and was supposed to be going home to eat with Simon and Clary. But for some reason he had dialed the vampire's number and was waiting to see if he would push the green button or not.

It was already after sunset so chances were the vampire would answer. Raphael had told him they should arrange a meeting, but he hadn't said on the same day. And Luke had other things to think about.

And maybe that was it. He had so much to think about, with Clary, and Jocelyn and even Jace. Maybe he needed to be reminded of how it felt being in control, to not rely on destiny, but on himself. He was pack chief, which meant that there was no werewolf with more power than him in his pack, but he didn't feel like he was chief. He felt… he felt like he was losing control, like there was a hurricane going around him and everything he could get his hands on to put him back on earth was just gone.

Valentine was back, and with him memories than were best left forgotten. Jocelyn was in a coma, maybe never waking up. Clary was in love with his brother, even if she didn't accept it or see it. Gretel and Alaric were dead, along with many pack members. Pack members who he should have saved. He put them in danger, and he knew this, but Jocelyn… She was in Valentine's hands and even if he didn't love her as he once had, he wouldn't let her die, not to mention that he knew Clary would have gone without him. Clary was like his daughter, he couldn't have allowed her to die. Unfortunately, that didn't make the guilt disappear.

He clicked the green button and waited. He was in control of his own life.

"Si?" After a few seconds somebody picked up and it took some time for Luke to realize this, "hello? Anybody there?"

"Yes, sorry. Raphael, is that you? It's Luke, Luke Graymark."

He heard a laugh from the other side, "when I said we needed to talk, I didn't mean right now. And I thought you said you would send somebody to make an arrangement," there was no accent on the other side, Luke noted.

"Yes, well, why leave for later what you can do now?"

"It's a good mojo," Raphael said and the last word sounded weird coming from the other man's lips.

"Anyway, I thought we could meet."

There was a pause, "tonight?"

"If you're not busy," Luke said and made himself control his beating heart. This was sounding stupider as the minutes passed.

"I'm not. When and where?"

He looked at his watch. Right now it was seven and thirty, and he still needed to have dinner, "ten p.m. on Black Lips?" It was a mundi place, but for some reason Luke didn't want to meet Raphael on a place where they could be known or, more precisely, interrupted.

There was no pause this time, "sure. Te veré más tarde," and he ended the call without waiting for Luke to say something.

Luke understood enough Spanish to know it was time for him to go home. Later he would talk to Raphael.

He didn't know why he didn't tell Clary that he was leaving, but going to bed. Actually, it was better this way, at least Simon and Clary wouldn't try anything if they knew he was in the house. Or so he hoped.

He left through the door on the back. Not so much as to not wake up Simon, but more because if he wasn't there then he really didn't want to know.

He didn't really believe the two of them would do more than kissing; he trusted Clary, but still… he remembered when she didn't even knew what sex was. Sometimes he missed those times.

He thought of taking his van, but for some reason he went into the garage and grabbed the motorbike. He didn't usually ride it, mostly because he normally was with more than one person, and because he was afraid that if Clary found the motorbike she would start riding it, and get in an accident.

Of course, nowadays worrying about an automobile accident seemed stupid with everything that was happening. Everything that could end in Clary getting hurt, or Simon, who as the years passed had come to mean something to Luke.

When he parked the bike it was only nine and forty five so he decided to go in and get a drink.

He thought of sitting at the bar, but decided against it and went to a table for two people in the corner, waiting for the waitress to appear.

When Raphael finally arrived, Luke was already nursing his third beer.

He wasn't a big drinker, especially since with his werewolf metabolism, it took more alcohol than to a normal human to get drunk, but today he felt so tired.

He just wanted to forget, and since it didn't seem like he was gonna get lucky, getting drunk was the second best option.

"Already drinking? For how long have you been here?" Raphael asked without a hello, simply sitting on the chair opposite from Luke's.

"Just a couple of minutes. I got bored waiting for you."

The other man laughed, "I'm right on time, you're the one that arrived earlier," he said and Luke looked at him more closely.

Raphael was wearing a white shirt, with two open buttons, and a golden chain on his neck. He looked different from how he had looked in the morning, more relaxed. Luke wasn't sure if that was because he was away from the Institute and Maryse or for another reason.

"Maybe," Luke answered, not really wanting to start a discussion over something as stupid as this topic of conversation was. "You know, the last time I was alpha, it was when meetings between vampires and werewolves weren't really needed. But maybe that was just the pack I was hanging with; they weren't exactly what one would expect from a werewolf."

"Oh?" Raphael asked after asking for a drink and putting something in it, blood more likely, from a recipient he brought.

"Yes, they lived very close from Idris."

"Right," the other gave him a smirk, "you're the Nephilim that was transformed into a werewolf. You're lucky you weren't transformed into a vampire."

It was true, vampire blood was poisonous for Shadowhunters; normally somebody who was bitten had to drink holly water for it to go away.

"Yes, well, I don't think that younger me thought like that."

"Right," Raphael took a drink, "Nephilins hate us more than we hate each other."

"You mean vampires and werewolves?" Luke asked, taking a sip from his drink. For some reason hearing that Raphael hated him annoyed him.

"Sí."

Luke thought about telling him he didn't hate him, but didn't seem to be the right thing to say, instead saying, "well, I and you are here and we haven't killed each other."

Raphael smirked, "yet."

Luke couldn't really see it as a threat, so he just rolled his eyes, "it would be really stupid if we died killing each other with all that's going on."

Raphael lost the jokiness in his eyes, "yes, you're right. The world of shadows is changing, and I cannot imagine not being here."

"Maybe in hell there's television," Luke said looking at the other in the eyes while he took one last gulp of his beer.

Raphael smirked, "are you saying I'm going to hell?"

"You're half demon. I'm half demon. Do you really believe we're going to heaven?"

Raphael laughed, "you believe in a heaven and a hell?"

"Well… there are angels, so… they must come from somewhere," suddenly Luke felt a bit silly and called for another beer, "don't you?"

Raphael was still smiling but there were emotions hidden in there. Pain, anger, hurt. "I don't really believe that angels exist. In my opinion the first Shadowhunter was an accident, a charm that went wrong… or right, depending on who you ask. As for Heaven and Hell… I learned a long time ago that if there is a God he isn't interested in us."

"You really don't believe," Luke said. He knew this because vampires could only say 'God' if they didn't believe. It was why holly water, crucifixes and even passages from religious books worked against them. It wasn't because they were afraid; it was because of the faith that was put upon those objects.

"I don't," Raphael asked for another drink. "A meeting between the alpha wolf and the chief vampire is normally made two or three days after they become chief. In these meetings we try to work out or differences, so that we can work together, or at least, try that our clans don't start a war. And the reason you have never done this is probably because there aren't many clans and packs that do this. But Camille… well, she has a past with werewolves."

Luke didn't really feel like changing subject, he wanted to hear more about Raphael's opinions but he could see the other man wasn't planning on sharing more, so he entered the game, raising an eyebrow, "a past with werewolves?"

"Yes, she used to date one," he put his palm up when Luke opened his mouth to make more questions, "and that is all I will say about the matter."

Luke closed his mouth, "very well."

He wasn't a child anymore; he could accept a no, even if all his bones in his body were screaming for more information.

A romance between a werewolf and a vampire weren't very common. One night-stands? Sure. But vampires starting alliances because of it? That was something Luke didn't know much about.

They stayed silent for some minutes while they drank.

"So… now, what?" Luke asked when the silent was too much for him.

"Like I said, we discuss our matters. For instance, if one of your werewolves goes into my territory I am allowed to kill him," Raphael said and Luke noted a smirk there and amusement in his eyes.

He couldn't help the blush that came on his cheeks, which was never a good idea while around vampires. He could see Raphael's eyes on his cheeks. "Yes, about that…" he scratched the back of his head, "sorry, but Clary… well, if a human goes into your territory you kill them, don't you?" There wasn't any judgment in his voice; he had killed his share of people and he knew it was in a vampire's nature.

"We do, and don't worry about it; my vampires were starting to get bored. Sooner or later they would have started something."

He raised both of his eyebrows, "when they're bored they start a war?"

Raphael laughed, "war is such a strong word. And, please, don't tell me your wolves just go around cooking."

"Actually, they do. To the mundis our quarters look like a Chinese take-away, so when they call, the younger ones usually cook," he didn't even think before telling this to Raphael. He knew he should be more careful towards the information he gave him about their quarters, but he couldn't believe that Raphael would attack him. Wouldn't believe.

Raphael laughed. This one seemed more natural and more real than the previous and Luke couldn't help but to like the sound.

Raphael laughed until the bars patrons started looking their way.

"I am sorry, but this is just… priceless," he smiled at him and Luke couldn't help but to copy the gesture.

There was something about Raphael… he didn't look innocent. In reality, he looked like if you touched his hair, or any part of his body, for that matter, or even looked at his way he would crack your neck without second thinking. But then he laughed, and Luke felt himself craving for the knowledge of how the other man had been as a human. God knew Luke wasn't the same as he used to be.

"And if one of your vampires goes into my territory we're allowed to kill him?"

Raphael didn't lose the smile, but it didn't seem so real anymore. "Yes. It's in our law," his head moved to the side like a dog's did when it was curious about something. "What do you know about our laws?"

Luke didn't really understand the question, "ah… you mean, the Council's laws?"

Raphael shook his head, "No, no, I meant our laws. You do know that all Shadows habitants have their own laws, right?"

Luke must have done something to show his confusion because Raphael continued, but not annoyed, Luke noted.

"For instance, Faerie law isn't really known by anybody besides them. Werewolves law, well, you'll have to ask more about it to one of yours, since I'm not into everything, but I do know that for one of you to become a chief you have to kill the prior."

Luke nodded; it was the first thing he had learned when becoming a werewolf.

"Then you have the laws of how one of you becomes the second in command, the third and so on."

Luke knew there was a chain of command but he wasn't sure how that happened, "and how does that happen?"

Raphael laughed before answering, "a vampire giving a werewolf information about our laws. The world must be coming to an end," he looked seriously at the other man, "and it maybe is."

Luke only sipped his drink, not wanting to get into Raphael's topic of conversation. The more he got to know vampires, the more he realized that mortality wasn't something they cared about. That dying wasn't really important; in fact it was something most of them hoped to know one day. Luke had always thought weird that most vampires, the ones that weren't proud and didn't die with a snarl and threats, died with a smile.

Raphael, probably noting his discomfort, nodded and continued. "It is by power that the chain in command in a pack is chosen. If you died by natural reasons then your second in command would be chief until somebody tried to kill him. It isn't against your law to transform a human, only if he is a child or a pregnant woman, since that usually leads to the baby dying or having problems."

Luke didn't tear his eyes off Raphael while this torrent of information fell on top of him. Werewolves didn't tell their laws like this, so matter of fact. They liked to tell stories and to tell about the past, reason why Luke had never paid much attention and didn't know much, actually.

"There are also other rules about territory, but you'll have to ask one of your buddies, since I only know about vampires. Vampires and warlocks laws are basically the same. Death penalty doesn't exist, no matter the circumstance, and the council that decides our punishments for breaking the law, like killing somebody, is the same. It is also against the law to transform the one you love, but that's mostly for warlocks. Transforming a human or even a Shadowhunter into an immortal being is… well, it is hard but the pain is also said to be so much that most can't survive or are never the same again."

Luke nodded, not noting the other man had stopped talking until he drank.

Most of this information had been new, and he knew there were still things Raphael wasn't telling him, but it was his law so he didn't push.

When he came for Jocelyn he had accepted to leave his old life behind, both the Shadowhunter one and the werewolf. It hadn't been hard, since his Nephilin life had ended years before and being a wolf had always been more of a curse than a choice. But now that he had a new pack, he was starting to miss those days. Was starting to wonder about 'what if?'. There were so many, making his head hurt from thinking about it. He asked for another drink and they changed subjects.

They finished their talk about their politics and then went to talk about meaningless topics, but Luke didn't mind. Talking with Raphael was good; he was an intelligent man and didn't treat him like anything that he wasn't. He treated him like they were equals, and not his superior like his pack mates did or like he wouldn't understand him, like Clary did.

They kept drinking and talking until both their brains were starting to get slower and it was taking them longer to speak an entire sentence.

At three a.m. they were finally expelled from the bar and they stood outside still laughing from Raphael's story.

When they finally stopped they stood looking at each other for some minutes.

Luke knew he should just go. He wasn't that drunk that he would get into an accident, and even if he did, he would heal before any ambulance could arrive.

But instead he stayed planted and when Raphael put one of his hands on his cheek and the other on his waist he was only half surprised when he was kissed.

He kissed back without thinking. Raphael was cold; something Luke didn't really mind since his body temperature was warmer than a normal human.

Their tongues touched and it was a battle for dominance, one that Luke didn't plan on losing. His wolf was right under the surface, but it wasn't calling for the vampire's blood. Instead, it seemed to want more. More heat, more skin, more tongue. More.

They kissed until they were both panting. Luke for necessity and Raphael because… well, maybe because of habit. Luke wasn't sure and his brain wasn't cooperating on thoughts that didn't include putting his hands on more of Raphael's skin.

Raphael smirked at him, "maybe we should take this to somewhere else?"

Luke knew he should say that they had done more than enough, that this had been a mistake but there was something in Raphael's eyes… there was lust but Luke could see the fear of rejection in there. A fear that the other was trying hard to hide.

Luke kissed him, "where do you want to go?"

Raphael's smile made it worth. It would make everything worth.

"There's a hotel just a block away," he said, pointing to where lights could be seen.

"Okay," Luke smiled, "race you there," and then he took off.

For a second Raphael's laugh followed him but in a moment the other had passed him and was already at the hotel's door, which luckily was still open.

Actually, the other man was so fast that when Luke finally arrived Raphael was waiting for him at the lift with a key on his hand.

The elevator was desert and they kept kissing in there.

They finally stopped at the seventh floor and Raphael was quick to open the door.

When the door was closed and they were alone in a place with a bed Luke started feeling that maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all but was stopped by Raphael's lips on his mouth.

This kiss was an experiment, sweet and calm. Like a first kiss should be, Luke mused. It made him feel better; he didn't like meaningless one night-stands. He didn't really expect tomorrow to wake up with Raphael in his arms, who obviously wouldn't be because of the sun, but he still didn't want to say no.

Raphael was his equal; he could take whatever he gave him. And right now it looked like he would take whatever he could and then ask for more. Ask until Luke didn't have anything left in him.

He found himself not minding at all, instead taking hold of Raphael's waist and turning the kiss from an innocent peck to tongues and teeth. Raphael ripped off Luke's shirt, who only laughed in response.

When they felt on the bed both of them had lost their shirts and shoes. They rolled around the bed until Luke was on top.

For a second he didn't know what to do but Raphael's eyes, normally brown but now black with lust, were urging him on and Luke put his lips on his neck, going down and down.

He stopped for some seconds in each nipple, biting the right one and hearing the other man moaning. Of course Raphael would be a masochist.

When he arrived to the pants he licked as far as the pants would allow.

"¡Ai mío dios! ¡Vas ser a mi muerte! ¡Muévete!"

Luke laughed, not really understanding what the other man was saying.

"Relax," he told the Spanish man.

He opened the other's belt and took off the pants. He blew on top of where Raphael's cock was and held down the other's hips when he tried to get them higher.

He kept it up, even going as far as licking the boxers, until a noise, like a puppy would do, escaped the others lips and finally Luke took off the boxers and swallowed as far as he could of the other's cock.

He hadn't done this in a while, but he remembered the basics. Don't bite and take only as far as you can.

When he felt the other was close he took off his mouth with a pop and started kissing the other's cock.

Raphael kept moaning and writhing under him.

"¡Por favor, te mueve!" Luke liked how the other sounded when begging but deciding that was enough he put his mouth back on, with his hand on the skin that his lips couldn't reach and started an easy rhythm.

It didn't take more than a couple of times before Raphael was coming inside his mouth, making obscene sounds. Sounds that Luke wanted to keep recorded on his mind for as long as he could.

He let go of the other and kissed his way to the other's mouth.

They kissed lazily until Raphael, with an urge of strength, put Luke on his back, with his hips straddling his waist.

"It's payback time. And you know what they say," he said while kissing his way down, taking his time with every piece of skin he could put his lips on. "Payback's a bitch."

Luke was hard as a rock when Raphael took his cock in his mouth and couldn't stop the sounds coming off his mouth. He wasn't really a screamer, but he knew he made noises. He normally tried to keep them on, but Raphael told him to make all the sounds he wanted.

"I want to hear you come. Para mí."

Raphael took it slow and went as far as putting one digit circling his entrance. When the finger finally pushed in, it was a mixture of pleasure and pain and with Raphael's name on his lips Luke came.

Raphael did as he had done and came kissing his skin until their lips met once again.

They kissed for some seconds until finally they pulled their boxers on and went to sleep under the covers.

Luke kept expecting the other man to go, but Raphael only put a hand on his waist and his head under his shoulder.

It didn't take much for Luke to fall asleep, knowing that the other wouldn't be there when he woke, but not regretting a minute of it.