I thought there was something of a dearth of Jalec fics, so I'm starting a long one. There will be plenty of smut (there's already some in this first chapter!) and lots of sexiness. This chapter is a bit short because I didn't want to shove 2,000 words in your faces right away. Please review, whether you enjoy it or not, and tell me what to improve and what to include! Enjoy!

Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

-Dylan Thomas

Alec Lightwood sat up suddenly in his bed, covered in a light sheen of sweat, and trembling slightly. With eyes wide open, he looked wildly around, and pushed his hair out of his eyes. Through the one small window in his room, sunlight was beginning to show.

If anyone else had been there, they might have thought he was having a nightmare, judging from his frightened expression and distress. Sometimes he spent whole nights in a state of what seemed to be agony. They would have had no clue what was really going though his head.

It seemed to him that it happened every night now. He couldn't have what he wanted during the day, so every time he went to sleep, he knew what he would see; the one thing he couldn't have.

His adoptive brother, Jace.

With a gentle whumph sound, he fell back onto his pillow. It was so tempting to finish off the problem (the rather large problem) that had been caused by his usual dream. It wouldn't hurt anyone, he reasoned, and no one would ever find out. Sure, it might make things infinitely more awkward, but only on his side. Jace would never know. With a sigh of disappointment in himself, that he was giving in once again, he reached down, underneath the blankets, and let his thoughts drift back to what he had been dreaming about…

Jace was above him, his lips hovering a scant centimeter away from Alec's. His beautiful golden eyes were pursuing Alec's, never letting him look away. It was like every moment that the two of them had met eyes, but with the shared passion that Alec had always longed for. Then suddenly, Jace's lips were on Alec's and his hands were everywhere.

With the smirk that Alec knew so well, the one that never failed to send a bolt of desire straight through him, he started moving lower, all the while kissing Alec's skin. His lips never lost contact with the smooth surface that was scattered with scars of old Marks. Then he stopped, just inches above the waistband of Alec's boxers, the only thing he wore to bed every night. Giving his trademark smirk, he looked up at Alec, teasing. The quirk of his mouth was lovely, but Alec wanted those lips to be doing something else as soon as possible.

Jace gave him an impudent wink, and licked a long line from the waistband up to Alec's bellybutton. "Fuck, Jace," Alec said. He got an innocent look in return. "Just do it already."

Jace kissed Alec's navel gently, and with a swift movement, pulled his boxers down. With no warning, Jace's lips were on Alec's cock, giving long probing licks as he prepared his long-time friend, and current boyfriend. Alec groaned involuntarily as Jace sucked him farther into the hot recess of his mouth, and started to massage Alec.

Alec was utterly lost in the images of his fantasy, when suddenly there was a knock on the door, and without warning, it sprang open. With a stifled yelp, Alec withdrew his hand at lightning speed and tried to arrange the blankets to look like he had just woken, and hadn't been doing…exactly what he'd been doing. Despite that, he couldn't hide his flushed face or heavy breathing.

Jace was standing in the doorway, fully dressed in Shadowhunter gear "Alec! You know we've got to go check out that building today on the east side. Isabelle said she thought there were some demons there—or maybe just squatters, she wasn't really sure—so get your ass out of bed so we can eat breakfast, and then we're on patrol." Finishing his rant, he leaned against the doorway. Then his eyes narrowed as he fully took in Alec's appearance. Finally a grin broke out on his face. "Oh," he said knowingly, "sorry Alec, I can see you were, ah," he raised his eyebrows sardonically, "occupied before I came in here." His mouth quirked in a way all too reminiscent of the images that had been going through Alec's head moments before. Alec had to stifle a groan at the sight.

"Uh, yeah," he managed to force out as way of a reply. His dick was aching from the strain of having to sit here acting as if everything was perfectly fine, and this was only a bro moment, nothing else.

"I'll leave you here to finish up," again, that horrible smirk from Jace, "but come down to breakfast. Isabelle has managed to make semi-edible scrambled eggs." With that he closed the door, leaving Alec to himself.