A/N: None of the Mortal Instruments characters belong to me. All belong to Cassandra Clare.

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But then again, these completely AU personalities belong to me!

Chapter One

The late night smells of rain and spring breeze flew in the air as Jace shifted in his bed. He was wide awake. He always was. He hated to sleep, mostly because of the nightmares he had about Valentine and also Sebastian.

His golden eyes trailed over his neat room, making out the outlines of his dresser, the door and the nightstand but unable to see the colors in the pitch blackness. Even if he said otherwise, he hated the dark. Valentine used to lock him up night after night to teach him a form of 'lesson' down there. He nearly died three times.

As Jace closed his eyes for the hundredth time that night, he could hear something from Alec's room. He couldn't even explain the sound. He groaned in anger as he pushed back the blankets and slipped out of his bed.

He slowly walked over to the door, then stopped, looking over himself. Dark blue button up shirt and pajama pants. It's kind of awkward walking into Alec's room when you're a boy and not fully clothed.

Like a zombie, Jace dragged himself to Alec's room next door to his. He quietly knocked on the door but nobody answered. He could still hear a strange sound coming from the room.

Jace gripped the doorknob and turned it, opening the door. His half asleep eyes went wide and his body went ridged at the sight. Alec was sitting on his bed jacking off! Jace quickly swung the door close, blush painting his face. He never thought in a million years he would ever see Alec doing that!

While standing there, the door swung open and Alec was standing in front of him. Jace backed up a little bit. Alec looked really angry, his eyes staring into Jace's soul and his lips formed a thin fine line. Jace was about to turn around and leave when Alec grabbed him by the front of his shirt and yanked him into his room.

Jace landed against the wall and Alec stood in front of the door, leaning against it with his arms folded across his chest. He sighed. "You didn't see anything, Jace."

Jace blanched. He said nothing. Alec glared up at him. "You didn't see anything, did you?" Alec asked. Jace raised an eyebrow. Alec walked up to Jace and grabbed him with both hands by his shirt. "I asked you if you saw anything, Jace!?"

This pissed him off. Jace yanked his hands off of his shirt. "Shut up. You can't tell me what do you, and I'm not good at listening anyway. Maybe I'll go tell Magnus you were jacking off while thinking of him!" Jace grinned.

A strange anger Jace had never seen shot through Alec. He grabbed Jace's shoulder and threw him harshly on the ground and Alec followed him there. Alec squeezed hard on Jace's wrists as he lifted them above his head.

"Get the hell off me, gay ass freak!" Jace screamed. Alec's eyes went wide, but slowly soothed. His grip loosened a little. Jace was about to make another smart remark when the grip tightened even more than before, starting to cut off blood circulation in his hands. Jace tried to squirm away as Alec licked his lips.

Without warning, Alec's lips crashed against Jace's. The blond was completely taken by surprise, but then it hit him. Alec…was kissing him!? His legs started kicking and flailing as Alec roughly pushed to gain entry into Jace's mouth, but his lips were sealed.

Angrier, Alec threw Jace's wrists together above his head and held them down with his right hand while his left roamed his body. He let it slip under the hem of Jace's pants and onto his bare hip.

Jace's breath hitched. He could feel himself shaking as Alec slowly moved his hand down his leg and to his inner thigh. He tried to scream but Alec was still pushing his lips against his. Jace squeezed his eyes shut and felt hot tears sting the edges, when suddenly, Alec seemed to freeze.

The older parabatai lifted his head, staring down at Jace, who was breathing quickly and shaking, his eyes wide with fear. Alec smiled as he pulled his hand from Jace's pants and lifted the restraints on his wrists. "Whaddaya know, high and mighty Jace is scared of sex?"

He chucked and started to get up off Jace when shaking hands gripped his shirt tightly. He looked back down at Jace, the grin on his face fading as he saw his parabatai, the one he lived with since childhood, considered a family-like closeness towards him, shaking with half open eyes as his breath came in short gasps of air. He was hyperventilating!?

A/N: So I dunno if anyone kinda recognizes the ending a little. I originally got this idea from ChloeHollingsworth's Everyone has their breaking point FanFiction. Sadly, though, it has been on hold for a few years and it seems she isn't willing to continue (but I'm not speaking for her, I'm just saying what it looks like) so I originally thought "Hey, let's make a continuation." but then I was like "wait wat?"

So this is like a…Based Off Of fic of ChloeHollingsworth's fic. Give her some credit!