Jace's POV

I sit uncomfortable squirming in the backseat of Luke's pickup truck as we drive back to his house. It had been already a half hour since we left Hunters Moon and we were still only halfway to the house. I kicked my legs slightly and tried to squirm inconspicuously. My butt was still terrible sore from the spanking I had received at the bar.

God, why does the trip have to be so long? Better yet, why does Luke's hand have to be so Goddamn hard!

"Jace, you alright back there?" Luke peered at me over his shoulder, a smile forming at his lips. I glared back at him and shook my head "no". My backside was throbbing because of him and he's laughing!

"I'm not laughing at you, Jace. I just find it rather amusing your constant squirming –you make it seem like what I gave you was the hardest thing to endure. And don't blame me for punishing you –you brought that on yourself, young man." He spoke firmly and I realized I had been voicing my thoughts out loud. I grimaced as I tried to shift my weight onto my hip but the stupid seatbelt was preventing me from moving very much.

"Sorry. I know you wouldn't have hit me without good reason to." I mumbled softly, knowing Luke would hear it, but hopefully not Clary. Apparently she did because she cast a sad glance my way. I buried my head shamefully in my hands and resumed writhing in my seat.

Stupid Luke. I'm a Shadowhunter; I don't need to be wearing a freaking seatbelt. God, this hurts!

I have always had a high resistance for pain, but I suppose that didn't apply to my backside. I usually tried to never show I was in pain but this time it was seemingly impossible. I slowly reached over to unbuckle the seatbelt restraining me but Luke's voice stopped me.

"Don't you dare undo that seatbelt, Jace Lightwood. I don't care if you are a Shadowhunter, wolf, warlock, mundane, whatever it is –you ride in my car, you wear a seatbelt. I'm sorry if it makes you uncomfortable, but you are just going to have to endure a while longer."

I let out a frustrated groan. How could he possibly know what I was going to do? I guess Clary was right; Luke really does have eyes in the back of his head. Or a little mirror at the top of the car that gives him access to see what I'm doing in the backseat.

I narrowed my eyes at the little mirror, pondering what would happen if I would just break it. I was snapped out of my thoughts by Clary's soft, gentle, Clary-like tone.

"Jace… Are you okay? You seem like you're really in pain. I've never seen you that way before." She looked at me with appeared to be love –a love she shouldn't be feeling and neither should I. We should love each other –that much is true –but as the brother and sister that we are. Yet we don't; we love each other as lovers would.

I remembered she had spoken to me and I answered, "Yeah I'm fine. Haven't you ever been hit by Luke before? You should know how I'm feeling right now."

I watched in confusion as she shook her head. "I've never been spanked by Luke before. Or my mother. Or by anyone really. I think you're the first one Luke has ever done this to."

I stared horrified at Luke. We paused at a red light and he glanced back at me.

"It's true, Jace. You are the first person to cross me so much that I spanked you. And I didn't hit you; I spanked you. Learn the difference, kid."

I stuttered a bit. This was totally unfair! "Wait I don't think that's fair! You sp-sp-punished me back at the bar, but you've never done it to anyone else before? And you said if I "misbehaved" you would do it again –what about Clary? Simon, even?"

Luke sighed. "They've never really given me reason to have to resort to that; you, however, are another matter entirely. I mean it though; you better hold your tongue and do as I say or you will find yourself sporting another sore backside."

He turned back to finish the drive home and I glared down at my hands. That really wasn't fair. I, Jace Lightwood, am getting threatened with spankings when my sister –I shuddered as I thought of Clary as my sister –and her ridiculous mundane are getting off everything they do, scotch-free.

"Alright guys, we're here." Luke announced and I shot out of the car so fast you would've thought it was on fire!

I stood outside the house rubbing my backside with a vengeance. God, this was ridiculous! I have never felt so childish before. I forced myself to quit rubbing and I turned back to get my single bag from the bed of the truck.

"Tomorrow we'll go buy you some more clothes, Jace; I know you don't have much with you." Luke stated. I nodded and started heading to the house with Clary walked by my side. I eyed her sideways, longing to kiss her, hold her, touch her... But I can't. She just had to be my sister, didn't she?

"Alright Jace, you're going to be sleeping in the bedroom upstairs, down the hall and to your left. The one to the right is my room." Clary informed me. I looked at her and gave a tight smile and nod to acknowledge what she said.

Luke stepped in front of us all of a sudden and I had to hide my tiny flinch. I forgot how fast werewolves could be, even in human form. He unlocked the front door to the house and stepped aside. I waited politely for Clary to walk in before entering myself.

I entered Luke's place and sighed gratefully. Sometimes I didn't think I deserved some things that happen to me -I definitely didn't deserve to be kicked out of the Institute, but I didn't think I deserved for Luke to be taking me in either.

I began to walk up the stairs when a firm yet gentle hand descended upon my left shoulder. I turned around slowly, eyebrow raised in question. Luke raised one of his eyebrows as well and I let mine drop to its proper position.

"I'm about to order some dinner, Jace. What do you feel like eating?" He asked as he removed his hand from my shoulder. I shrugged. "Whatever you order, I'll eat it." Luke sighed and went to the kitchen and I heard his muffled conversation with what seemed to be a pizza place.

I began to walk up the stairs and tried to remember which way Clary said to turn to go to my room. Right or left? Left...

I chanced taking a left down the hallway and was rewarded by a nearly empty guest room. I walked in and shut the door behind me, while setting down my bag on the bed. I unzipped it and quickly unpacked the few items I brought and put them away in drawers. I grabbed the bag and put it in the closet before going back to sit down on the bed -only then to shoot back up as I remembered I had not yet acquired the ability to sit just yet.

Frustrated, I mumbled curses at the bed and at my own stupidity before throwing myself face-down on the white sheeted mattress. I heard a knock at my door and groaned loudly. I was thankful and all, but couldn't people just leave me alone for a while?

The ever persistent knock came again but I continued to ignore it. Once it sounded a third time, the person knocking gave up and just walked in. Clary.

I felt as she walked in and shut the door gently before walking over to sit on my bed. She sat at my side while I craned my neck around to look at her.

"I came in to see how you were doing, Jace. You know after what happened with Maryse, being kicked out, that fight, and everything. So, how are you? Doing I mean?" I smiled slightly as Clary stumbled over her words.

"I'm okay. A bit disappointed that the woman I had always thought of as my mother just sent me away from the place I called home for seven years, a bit riled up from the fight, but nothing serious. Thanks for asking, Clary." I flipped onto my side, wincing a little bit and propped up on my elbow. "So, how are you doing, Clary?"

She looked baffled for a moment. "Me?" At my nod she continued. "Um, okay I guess. Despite everything, I'm a bit happy you're coming to live with us. Is that wrong?"

I sighed, hesitating. It was wrong in a way but right in others. I shrugged my shoulders at her question before leaning in to her a little more.

"I can't answer that Clarissa. But maybe you can answer this: would it be wrong if I kissed you right now?" I knew it would, we were siblings after all. But it would feel right.

She hesitantly shrugged and I took that as my cue. I leaned forward a bit more and so did she; our faces were inches apart. "Well, wrong or not I'm going to do it anyways." Saying that, I closed the distance between Clary and I and brushed my lips against hers. She returned the gesture and then she came a little stronger. I responded by grabbing the back of her head and pulling her closer until I was breathing her breath, crashing my lips against hers, feeling hands go around my neck -and then the door opened.

Clary and I paused our kissing and looked hastily at the figure in my doorway -Luke.

"Well, well look what we have here. You two mind separating just a little bit?"Luke demanded. Reluctantly, I flopped back down on my stomach and Clary, blushing, walked past Luke and out the door.

Damn it.

"Jace, the food is here. Come downstairs and eat with us." Luke suggested and I quickly denied the request to join their dinner. Again, Luke insisted I come sit and eat with them. Eventually, he asked me so many times that I snapped.

"I already told you ten fucking times, I am not going to go down and eat that shit! Leave me the Hell alone and stop asking me to come sit downstairs with you, Clary, and the mundane because I know he's there."

SMACK!

"Yeouch!" I exclaimed, rolling off the bed with a hand at my backside. I got to my feet and stared incredulously at Luke.

"Watch your mouth, Jace Lightwood! I will not tolerate that colorful language in this house and I suggest you regard me with respect. We just had this discussion not even two hours ago! You need another reminder so soon?" Luke lectured as I rubbed at the reignited sting blooming across my behind. It may have only been one warning swat, but on top of a sore backside it hurt worse than it probably would have.

"Sorry." I mumbled. I wasn't really sorry and Luke could probably tell as much.

He closed the distance between us and I couldn't help but flinch back as he grabbed my upper arm. "Come on, it's time to eat. Watch yourself, Jace; I'm not kidding." With a firm grip still on my arm, he led me downstairs and into the kitchen where Clary -and guess who? -were sitting at the table already beginning to eat pizza. Luke pulled out a chair and put me in it. I nearly shot right back up, but his hands held me down and I could barely contain the yelp that threatened to escape my lips. Simon peered over at me and smiled, bemused. Tauntingly.

"Well, well. Looks like the pretty bad boy got a spanking tonight, didn't he? Sucks to be you; the famous, rebellious Jace Morgenstern -Wayland, Lightwood -not being able to sit down properly because his ass is hurting." Simon laughed. I was about to say something back but Luke beat me to it.

"Simon watch your language. And quit taunting Jace or he won't be the only one not being able to sit right tonight." Simon gaped at Luke before numbly nodding and returning to his food, suddenly finding it very intriguing.

I smirked and felt Luke's gaze on me. I hid my smile behind my hand and reached across the table for a slice of pizza. I could feel Simon's hard glare on me and I couldn't help myself. I laughed.

"Not so fun teasing me now that your butt is on the line, huh mundane?" I grinned cheekily at him and heard Luke interrupt my teasing.

"Jace!" He called sharply. I shut my mouth before I could get into any more trouble and started nibbling on my food.

After about 25 minutes, I couldn't withstand sitting down on the hard wooden chair any longer. I bounced my feet on the floor before suddenly pushing my chair back and standing up with the excuse of being finished with my dinner.

"I'll be in my room if anyone needs me. But could you all do me a favor? Don't need me." I said as I turned away and bounding up the steps.

I went straight to the bathroom for a shower and before stepping in, I decided to check how badly my rear looked; just out of curiosity.

I stared at the sight of it. It was beet-red with a fresh handprint from the earlier swat.

Damn...

I shook my head and stepped into the shower; twenty minutes later I was out and in bed. I was exhausted from today's events and as soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out like a light.

Luke's POV

I sat at the edge of my bed getting ready to go to bed as Clary said she would be doing so and I assumed that's what Jace did as well. I rubbed my temples before falling onto my back on the bed.

Jace, Jace, Jace... I hope you can learn rules as quickly as combat strategies.