The Mortal Instrument is a creation of Cassandra Clare.

The Gift of Destruction

Summary: After CoG, A new enemy is threatening the shadowhunthers, wanting to destroy all of them. To succeed in doing so, it will need Clary's special gift. Canon. M.

This story will be full of romance as well as some lemons.

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Chapter 1 : Simon

He was waiting for Clary to finally come out of the club. Jace already had a hard time agreeing to let her go alone. Now he was thinking that she was pushing her luck taking such time just to get Simon out. He was going to give her another five minutes and that was all. Jace was desperately missing the bed he and Clary were sharing only an hour ago. That stupid geek had to call, putting immediately an end to the heavy make out session.

Jace's hand was finaly making it to the clasp of Clary's bra, his lips slowly making their way up her lovely neck. She smelled so good, a deliciously sweet scent of soap mixed with some lavander. He could hear the vibration of Clary's phone by the bed where her jeans had been thrown.

"Jace, my-" She stopped her sentence when she felt his tongue against the shell of her ear. "My phone…" was all she could make out.

"I'm pretty sure whoever it is, can wait," Jace murmured while kissing the line of her jaw. He was having a hard time thinking straight…

Clary took all the willpower that she had when she stopped his hands from taking completely off her bra. When he felt her hands on his, Jace stopped immediately, supporting himself on the pillow where Clary's head was resting. She quickly put the clasps of her bra back together, likely not liking the feeling of being so exposed. Even though they had been making quite some progress in their physical relationship, they never made love. Or seen each other without any clothes on. Jace understood her shyness and cursed himself, knowing he was pushing her too much for her comfort.

"Sorry," he said immediately, kissing her forehead quickly before looking at her lovely green eyes. "I know I'm pushing you." He got off of her and took her phone from the floor. " Here, your phone,"

She clearly wanted to argue, but when she saw Simon's ID she quickly answer before the ring could go off.

"Simon? Is something wrong?" Clary said sounding worried.

Jace couldn't make out what Simon was saying, but seeing Clary put her free hand on her ear she didn't seem to ear much either.

"Well, it's close to midnight… What?... Can you talk louder?... No, I wasn't sleeping. Listen, can't you go somewhere more quiet?... Are you drunk!?" Clary exclaimed, very much surprised.

Vampires can't get drunk, thought Jace.

She rose swiftly and immediately started to walk back and forth the length of Jace's room. She only did that when she was anxious.

"Yes, I'm with Jace… This is so not of your-" She threw her phone angrily on the bed. "He hung up on me!" She said barely believing it. "What's wrong with him?"

"Vampires can't get drunk, but they can get high." Jace said getting up.

"How can a vampire get high, aren't they… like… dead?"

"They take faerie blood, it can be very addictive."

"Oh god," Clary said Clearly concern. "Simon never did drugs before, something must be very wrong."

"Well, in the morning we could ask him, now we where busy, if I remember right."

Clary barely heard him.

"We need to go get him."

"Great," Jace muttered, taking up is shirt and putting it back on.

Jace was waiting with his back against the brick wall of the Pandemonium, close to the entrance. People were coming in and out, girls often stopping, giving him appreciative looks. He then wish he had use some glamour, he definitively wasn't in the mood for any of this. He just wanted to be back with Clary. Three more minutes and he was going in.

A group of girls, barely older than Clary, were giving him more and more seductive glances. One of the girls, probably feeling courageous and oblivious to Jace's posture of Don't-Come-And-Talk-To-Me, went to find him. She had a short black and pink dress with blond curly hair that went to her waist. The girl had a hard time walking, probably because of heels that were too high. He might once have thought of her as pretty, but now compare to Clary other girls seemed pretty plain.

"Are you going back there?" She asked him clearly wanting to sound casual.

"Are you?" Jace answered folding his arms.

"Yes" she said putting her lower lip between her teeth.

"Well I'm not," at least not in the next two minutes, "so leave me alone."

The blond girl blushed, her mouth opening in shock. She took what little there was left of her dignity and practically ran inside, almost tripping once or twice on her way. After that the other girls were leaving him alone. Good.

Suddenly, Clary got out of the club, pushing her way through the people. Simon was right behind her and looked like he was about to vomit if that was even possible.

"Finally," Jace said, meeting her half way.

"Told you I was able to go by myself. Next time, I'm going demon hunting with Isabelle."

"No, we're not having this discussion again."

Simon was holding himself against the brick, having a hard time standing up. When Clary saw him, she forgot the argument and immediately went to him, putting her arm around his waist, trying to help him stay upright. She looked concern and upset.

"We should take him to the institute."

"He's not sleeping in my room."

"Scared I'm going to rape you?" Simon slurred sarcastically to Jace.

"Maybe it's what you've been planning all along."

Clary rolled her eyes before making her way to the nearest cap.

Jace stayed behind, looking around him, he was having a weird feeling of being watched.

"I don't understand why he did that, it's not like him." Clary told Jace sitting beside him on his bed. "When I asked him at the Pandemonium he changed the subject."

Jace took her in his arms, stroking her hair.

"I know you're worried, but you won't find any answers tonight with Simon being out cold…" He gently kissed her forehead. "You should sleep, it's close to two am. I'm tired and I'm pretty sure that after a day like this one, you are too."

She leaned closer to him, letting go of some tension.

"I don't have a PJ." Clary murmured in Jace's neck.

"You don't need one…" He said, his hands making their way to the hem of her shirt.

"Weren't you tired?" Clary asked, laughing softly and stopping his hands.

"I'm an 18 years old male, I'm never too tired for this," Jace kissed her deeply meaning to show her exactly what he meant. His hands were resting at her hips while his tongue was begging entrance to her mouth, which she opened willingly, allowing him to taste her sweetness. He was pushing her again, Jace thought, slowly stopping their escalating kiss, leaving Clary a little confused.

"You're right," he said kissing her neck once, "we should go to sleep. I'll lend you one of my shirt."

He let go of her reluctantly, making his way to his commode. He threw her a white t-shirt. She caught it and made her way to the bathroom. Jace took the opportunity to strip leaving only his boxers on, wanting to feel her skin on his as much as possible. He was rarely sleeping with Clary. He could easily count the times he had on one hand, but each time, he'd waked up fully rested and even peaceful. A rare feeling that he only achieved when he was with Clary.

He went to his bed slowly getting under the cover, waiting patiently, well as much as he could, for Clary. Finally, after a few minutes, She got out, looking incredibly beautiful wearing only his t-shirt. He liked that sight a lot, even a little too much. Jace put the covers up, inviting her to his side. She practically ran and as soon as she was in his bed, she curled up against him. Her head was on his chest, her right arm around his waist. Jace closed the bedside light before putting his arms around her too.

"I love when my mother and your parents are away, especially for this reason," Clary murmured, kissing his toned chest, an action that caused Jace to close his eyes in pleasure.

"Me too," he said kissing her head in return. "Now sleep and let's worry tomorrow."

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