Chapter One

"Sebastian"

"Clary..."

The redhead rolled over in the bed. Facing her was Jace. In the bright sunlight that passed through the window and filled the room, his golden hair was almost a glowing pale yellow and his amber eyes looked metallic. It also set off his tan.

Clary felt an intense happiness in her heart. He was hers and she was his. He wasn't linked to Sebastian anymore. They were together, and that was the only thing that mattered now.

"Clary." Jace said again, his voice containing a tinge of impatience, but it was mostly amusement. "Quit staring at me."

Clary rolled her green eyes. "I'm not," she informed him.

"Yes, you are, but that's okay. I understand that I am stunningly attractive."

Clary sighed. "I'll say it once and I'll say it again, I forgot how annoying the unpossessed you are."

Jace grinned, showing off his adorably chipped tooth. "You know-"

The bedroom door swung open suddenly, hitting the wall with a resounding thwack. Clary blushed and buried herself under the covers, but all Jace did was scowl and say, "Isabelle. Don't you ever knock?"

Clary lifted the edge of the duvet a bit for a tiny peek. Sure enough, the tall, brunette girl was standing in the room, in all her glory. She wore a low tank top, jeans, and black killer leather boots that came up to her knees and had stiletto heels. Her gold whip was curled around her wrist, and her familiar ruby red necklace winked even from afar.
"It's not my fault," Izzy said, annoyed. "Mom wants you to talk to her in the library now. Oh, and Clary, I think you should hide."

Nodding, Clary got up, straightened her tank top, grabbed her backpack, and exited Jace's room. But not before hugging Isabelle. "Take care," she said, looking up at Izzy (who was at least five inches taller than her).

Isabelle's expression softened. "You too."

When Clary returned to the Institute, nearly five hours later, she found Jace waiting for her in his bedroom.

Well, not exactly waiting. He was sitting on his immaculately-made bed, reading, of all things, poetry from his carefully alphabetized collection. He looked up when he saw her, his expression brightening. "You came back."

"Of course I came back." Something in his expression was different-and then she was suddenly in his arms and he was kissing her.

She teased him at first, her lips unyielding, until he groaned and pulled her closer, biting her bottom lip. Giggling against his mouth, she finally let their tongues battle for dominance, ignoring the bit of heat that seemed to radiate of his skin like a wave. Heavenly fire-which the Silent Brothers were still trying to look for a cure for.

Abruptly Jace broke off the kiss and slammed his bedroom door shut. Grabbing his stele, he drew a special rune on it. Privacy, probably. Then he resumed kissing her-deeper this time, his lips trailing down her throat.

He gently led her to his bed. Clary's heart skipped a beat. He wouldn't touch her-not like this, anyway-for the longest time, afraid he would burn her with his touch of heavenly fire. Slowly he laid her down under the covers, as if she were a piece of delicate china that would break easily. He was still pleasuring her with kisses, letting his lips roam all over her-her throat, her shoulders, her chest...

Gasping, she temporarily broke off contact with him and removed her shirt. Jace took her in slowly, his golden eyes full of love, although she doubt she looked beautiful.

As if sensing her insecurity, he trailed his hands down to her sensitive breasts. "It's okay," he whispered. "I love you Clary. You know that, right?"

Her voice was softer than his had been. "I know."

Sighing, he reached behind her. Clary sat up, and began taking off his shirt. Once it was gone, she trailed her hands over his golden muscles, the runes on his biceps, everything. He fiddled with the silver button of her jeans, until he was pulling the loosed denim down her legs. She kicked the pants off herself, and their kissing resumed, as hot and as languorous as ever.

His hands were on the clasps of her white cotton bra now (why couldn't she ever remember to wear those fancy black lace ones?). "Is this okay?" he asked her.

She nodded, and without further ado, her bra was off, exposing her pale breasts to him. She couldn't help it, she blushed, but forgot about it when Jace trailed his hands over them, kissing a path from her throat to them. She sighed against him, and began pulling down his jeans too.

Once they were off, she tossed them against the room, trying not to look at the bulge there. Then she moaned in pleasure-he had brushed her hands over her white panties, which were now soaking wet. Without even asking for permission now, he began to slide them off, and bent his head to lick her sensitive spot.

"God, Clary," he said when she moaned in pleasure. "You're so wet." He stuck his finger into them, arching it expertly, making her hips buck and lift as if there were invisible strings. Two fingers. She was in heaven. They stroked her G-spot, making her whimper against him. Three fingers now. She gasped and felt herself tighten against him. She came, giving him a fluttering sensation-

Suddenly a spark shot out. Clary gasped and inched back. But Jace was off the bed, putting on his shirt. "By the angel, Clary," he said, looking horrified. "I...the heavenly fire...I forgot, I, so sorry..."

Clary wanted to yell, wanted to scream. Why did he always have too...but she restrained herself. "Let's sleep."

Jace looked utterly baffled. "Sleep?"

"Yes, sleep," she said, and she pulled on her clothes and tucked herself under the duvet. Jace did the same.

"Good night Clary," he said, and suddenly she was drifting off into darkness.

When she awoke, or so she thought, she was in a cavern. Darkness enveloped her like a fog. She could barely see anything except for a tendril of her fiery red hair. And hear nothing but dripping water. This is a dream, she told herself, but she was still terrified. Everything seemed so clear-like she was really experiencing the moment.

That was when she heard the voice. The familiar, smooth and suave masculine tone, whose owner the Clave had been looking for for months.

"Sebastian." There was no doubt about it, this was her brother. What could he possibly want from her now?

She heard a low chuckle. "Clarissa, dear." His black eyes twinkled in the darkness as she got used to the absence of light. He took a step closer to her. "Miss me, sister?"

"Not a chance," she shot back angrily. "Sebastian, what do you want?"

He smiled, inching closer yet. She tried to move back, then realized she was against a wall. He had her cornered.

"What do I want?" he said, throwing back the question at her. "Aside from the obvious? I want you, sister dear."

"Fuck you." He was closer now, and she shoved at him. He stumbled a bit but otherwise she had no effect on his strong physique.

His smile was eerily creepy. "I plan on doing just that."

Suddenly the darkness and dripping water were gone, replace by a brightly-lit room full of ceiling-to-floor mirrors. The ground was covered by a plush red carpet that felt like velvet under her bare feet-and with a start she realized she was wearing nothing but a loose lace camisole the color of a rosy nipple.

Sebastian then smiled looking, Clary hated to admit, handsome in his white button-down and loose pants. He, too, was barefoot, and staring straight at her sexily. "I have a proposition for you-"

"No." The word resonated from her loudly and clearly with force.

Sebastian, who had been lifting his hand and stroking her face (they were barely an inch apart) put it down. "You don't even know what it is yet, sister dear." In a suddenly seductive voice, he added, "Maybe you'll even like it."

She shivered. His expert hand ran smoothly up her upper leg slowly, with her insides warming immediately to his touch. Her pulse quickened, and oddly she felt a want-and need. He was good at this foreplay. She reminded herself it was biology, that her body didn't always want what her mind wanted, and quickly prayed that she would wake up.

"Now, Clary," he said, "my proposition is that you stay in this dream, for as long as I want-don't worry, it won't take that long-and I'll tell you where I am and where I'm hiding. I won't even change location, promise. And you'll like it."

She tried to ignore his antics. "You're a murderer," she said, "a cold-blooded, cold-hearted murderer-" but he silence her with a deep kiss, his hand brushing against her opening, making her gasp. The kiss was languorous, even more so, she hated to admit than it had been with Jace. She wanted to feel guilty, but she was too distracted with him pleasuring her, stroking his fingers against her very wet spot.

She bit her bottom lip to silence herself from moaning as his hands inched even closer. It began to stroke her, so slowly, and she thought she was going to die of pleasure. She could see herself, reflected a million times in the various mirrors in the room, her face contorted but with an obvious bliss in it.

That was the last she ever saw of herself in the mirrors. Suddenly, the lights dimmed, to be replaced by glowing candlesticks. A bed appeared in the room, and grinning, Sebastian pushed her down on the soft, warm covers.

"Fuck," he said, gritting his teeth, "you're so...hot." And he began to press his lips on hers, and she was almost kissing him back, still holding back whatever remaining dignity she had left for feeling like this.

He trailed kisses down her throat, pleasuring her pale, tender breasts. He pawed at her camisole strongly, impatience showing on his face as his hand pressed down below her breast. He left kisses there, too, and even bit one of them, leaving a dark blue mark. Now her body was growing increasingly warm under his intelligent hands. It was as if he knew exactly what her body wanted. She idly wondered whether this would be considered as rape. Because she wanted it, badly.

She had cursed him, at first, cursed him for trying to do this to her. But now she was cursing him for not bringing his fingers to her crotch...a little more upward than it had been last time.

There. His hands had crept towards the middle of her legs. She bucked them, and he smirked at her. "Told you you'd like it."

She ignored him, turning her head to the side, but she could feel excitement in her. She quickly turned back, just as his finger crept in her, arching upward in a deliciously quick motion. She moaned at his touch, then quickly shut her mouth, wanting to take it back.

Sebastian smirked once more. "I suppose...you like it when I touch you here?" He began pumping his finger, ever so softly. She gasped in pleasure, and moaned again, her hips lifting upwards. Expertly, he inched another finger in. "How about...here?" Two fingers now. She felt like she was coming undone in his delicate touch. His other hand began to rub her breast, pleasuring them, until he said, "What if I do this?" and ripped the delicate silk camisole apart and at the sight of her pale breast and rosy, pert nipples, bit down and began sucking them.

Her mouth opened in pleasure. By the angel...

He was sticking in another finger now. She was in heaven. He was pumping them in and out, once in a while diving deep inside and hitting her preferred G-spot. In all that, he never lost focus on her breasts. By now she was whimpering in pleasure, enjoying this so much...a fourth finger was shoved inside her suddenly. She gasped at the sudden stab of pain.

"Shhhh," he whispered seductively into her ear. "Relax...it's just a dream after all..."

Clary's face scrunched up in pain until it was replaced by pleasure. By this time she was riding his four fingers as hard as she could, rocking the bed back and forth despite weighing little and being skinny.

"You're so tight," her brother said, and he used his thumb to rub feverishly at her nub. She finally responded by roaming her arms all over his chest and biceps, making his eyes twinkle happily with lust. And with a tightening of her muscles, she came...riding out what was remaining of her orgasm before it was all gone.

Feeling momentarily disappointed, all that changed when Sebastian took of his shirt. "Fuck," he said, ripping it off, the buttons bouncing across the room. She quickly remembered Jace, and wondered if he would rip his shirt of too, but she immediately forgot about it when Sebastian tore of his pants and swung a leg over one of hers.
She wanted to push him away suddenly, but he grabbed her arm and pinned it to the back of the headboard. "Sorry...but I'm a bit on the big side." He kicked of his boxers when suddenly something, long and dark with veins, appeared. Her eyes widened at his size-surely it wouldn't fit?-and he laughed against her, his breath warm in her still-wet opening. "Just relax," he said, and he lifted his head, his dick suddenly entering her.
She gasped. There was pain, mind-numbing in its entirety, and despite the fact he was doing all he could to distract her-sucking at her rosy nipples, stroking her clit, it wouldn't fade...until it thrust painfully into her hymen. He looked up quickly.

"My sister," he murmured, "is a garden enclosed, after all...too bad this is just a dream...I would've been your first," he finished, sounding regretful. But he was on top of her now, his eyes dark with lust like hers, and he was moving in and out of her. She could feel nothing but waves of pleasure as he thrust in and out...in and out...hitting her G-spot again and again. The sensation was both rough and amazing, and all she could feel was blankets under them, his glorious gaze, and both their hips moving to a rhythm she wasn't sure how she obtained. He began thrusting harder than ever, both of them sweating now, screaming each other's names in delight. She felt the waves of orgasm rush over her, filling her with pleasure, and tightening against his member...but he was thrusting harder and harder, slamming into her with such force that it seemed like the knot in her stomach was coiling again...

"Sebastian?" she whimpered, and he grunted, moving in and out of her faster and faster. "God...so...tight..." The roughness was only made up for the gentleness of his hands on her tiny, delicate waist, as he traced the runes on them.

"Fuck..." he said, and she moaned in pleasure, trying to keep up with his hard pace. She was in heaven now. She began to tighten around him again, and whispered, "Let go..."

"Clary..." Her name rolled of his lips wonderfully, as he plunged into her one last time, burying himself deep within her in her spot, both of them screaming as he finally exploded, coloring her insides white.

He laid in her a while after that, not even bothering to pull out, still twitching slightly. She was spent, he was spent, and they were covered with slick beads of sweat. Finally he leaned down and kissed her on the lips, with her responding easily. The dream was already shifting away from her, and she could barely see his love-filled face, as he whispered, "Until next time...Clary..."

Suddenly she was back in Jace's bed, and realized he had been calling her name. "Clary," he said, "are you okay?"

She nodded quickly. "I am." The last few words he had whispered to her, his location, still rang in her ears. She smiled. God, she loved and hated him. How was that? She shook her head. Staring straight into Jace's eyes, she said the one place she knew her brother was waiting for them at.

"Idris."

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