The Unlikely Trade

Chapter 2

A/N: Wow! I can't believe I got 10 reviews already! Thank you so much! Anyway, I know some of you are concerned about the Clary/Magnus thing. You see, I wanted a… special sort of love triangle, one that you wouldn't see often. There aren't many CLAGNUS stories out there either, and I just wanted to experiment a little? Do you see my point?

Anyhoo, enjoy this chapter!. Don't forget to review!

Simon POV:

Simon was frantic. His best friend, taken by Raphael. He didn't even get to say goodbye, and she sacrificed herself for him.

He had to stop the new wave of tears coming before he knocked on the familiar apartment door. He hadn't been there in weeks, since Alec and Magnus broke up. Magnus was the only person he could go to; if he told anyone else, they would barge into the Dumort and Raphael would kill them without a second thought.

Crossing his fingers one more time, he knocked on the door. Simon hoped that Magnus would at least have some special place in his heart for Clary; he'd watched her grow up, and even as heartless as he claimed to be, Magnus was always protective of the ones he loved.

A minute passed by, then another. Simon was started to get nervous, and impatiently tapped his foot until the door swung open, leaving a very disheveled warlock.

Surprisingly, he wasn't bedazzled. Magnus' black hair was still as spiky as ever, but he only donned a black t shirt and…

Purple boxers. He wasn't wearing pants. Never mind, he did not look normal.

Magnus regarded him for a second before getting ready to slam the door in his face. Simon barely put his foot through just in time to stop it.

"What do you want?" Magnus' yellow-green cat eyes glinted in the light, dangerously, like a panthers.

Simon regarded him for a few more seconds, and then whispered. "Clary's in trouble."

Magnus POV:

Clary. Magnus' heart raced when he realized the little girl was truly in trouble, and Simon wasn't lying.

Only, she wasn't a little girl anymore.

Magnus struggled to keep a calm composure. Clary was special; she wasn't like every other shadowhunter. He had watched the girl grow up; from when she was two years old, holding his hand and kissing his cheek, not even being able to pronounce his name correctly.

And now she was in trouble.

"What do you mean? What happened?"

"Raphael kidnapped me and threatened to kill me if Clary didn't come to Dumort. Technically, since I don't have the Mark of Cain anymore, he has custody of me, and can kill me. Clary took my place, but that isn't what he wants her for…"

Magnus' eyes glinted brighter and brighter by the second. "Well, what in the bloody hell does he want her for then?"

"He wants her. Wants. Her." Simon looked him in the eye, and he finally came to a realization.

Not looking back, he slammed the door in Simon's face and got dressed; since he was going to Dumort, he couldn't wear his usual sparkly attire, so he settled for a black jacket and simple jeans instead. Magnus wasted no time chanting the words for a portal, and once it was ready, stepped through.

…..

Magnus walked on the top corridor of the hotel. Only the vampires and a few other people knew about the nicer part; but it was reserved for the clan leader. He was fairly certain Raphael couldn't do anything to him; he owed him, big time. If not for Magnus, the head vampire wouldn't be here.

He didn't even knock; just barged into the room and stomped around it. But he stopped abruptly at what he saw.

There, Clary leaned against the arm of the sofa, safely asleep, while Raphael's head rested on her lap and the rest of his body stretched out against the sofa. His hand was holding hers while the other hung lazily off the couch.

They looked…Peaceful.

Magnus hated peaceful.

With a swish of his hand, blue glitter erupted from his palm. "Wake up! Come on, wakey wakey!"

Raphael woke with a start. His dark eyes searched around the room dangerously as he sat up and stood over Clary as if he was guarding her. Clary still slept peacefully.

Silly girl. Even now she's still a heavy sleeper.

"Why?" Magnus glared at Raphael. The vampire seemed to understand what Magnus was asking, for he dived into an explanation.

"Before you go crazy, I want you to know that this is the safest place for Clary at the moment from her physco brother."

He already knew that. Besides, that wasn't what he came for anyway.

"I want to stay in a room here."

Raphael was about to protest, but Magnus waved him off. "You owe me, Santiago." He paused, and then went on. "Besides, you can't just keep Clary to yourself. She needs to talk to some people; and I can help protect her even more is I stay here."

The vampire thought about it for a second. He flickered his gaze to Clary, then to Magnus.

"You'll stay in the room farthest away from ours." Magnus raised an eyebrow. "I'm not sure if anyone could sleep with Clary screaming my name." Raphael smirked and Magnus let out a growl. The warlock couldn't believe this was happening. The Clave couldn't do anything; it stated in the Accords that Raphael had custody of Simon, and if someone chose to take Simon's place, then their owned by Raphael.

Magnus' eyes flickered dangerously one last time before he turned and stepped out. He sulked all the way to the door Raphael had mentioned and ungratefully slammed it behind him.

After clumsily throwing his suitcase on the bed, Magnus sat down on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands.

Clary. The redheaded girl he had watched grow up. The sweet, temperamental woman she had come to be. So strong, independent, brave, intelligent, stubborn.

So beautiful…

Raphael's POV:

The vampire would not let Magnus spoil his mood. He gracefully walked over to where Clary slept and kissed her forehead.

As he settled his head into her lap again, (he seemed to like it there a lot) Raphael pondered over what tonight would bring. He grinned as he looked over at the bed; currently unoccupied.

He would take her tonight. The very thought of it sent whatever blood he had flowing southwards. He would go all night if he had to; she needed to stay awake.

Angel boy, no doubt, would want to come after her. Raphael wouldn't hesitate to kill him; Jace had no chance breaking his way through the vampires, even if he brought a whole army of Nephilim.

Raphael fell back asleep with a smug grin on his face.

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The silver moonlight lit up the room as Raphael slowly opened his eyes. He looked up to see Clary's tired face forming a yawn. She must have woken up at some time during the day and now she wanted to go back to sleep.

Here we go. He grinned seductively up at her and happily noted that she didn't move him off her yet.

"Sorry, Hermosa, but you can't go back to sleep."

"Try and stop me." Said Clary.

"Planned on it." He was grinning even wider now as he got up and sat properly on the couch. Clary gave him a questioning look; she obviously wasn't keeping up.

Before she could speak again, Raphael covered his mouth on hers. She gave a gasp off surprise, and then he felt fingers coming up to slide on his chest and neck to wrap themselves in his dark curls.

Clary's POV:

Raphael's mouth moved on hers passionately. She was so lost in this kiss; and she had no idea why. She felt his tongue ask for entrance and for some reason, Clary immediately opened. His tongue searched feverishly in her mouth and she let out a moan of pleasure.

A pair of strong hands picked her up by her thighs and she wrapped her legs around Raphael's waist as he stumbled over to the bed. She needed to breath and broke away for a second. He responded by kissing her neck and jaw.

What am I doing? Jace, don't forget Jace. Her thoughts where interrupted when he laid her gently on the bed as if she would break. His hands slid over her stomach and hiked up his shirt that she was wearing; she felt him grin against her mouth.

When his hands came to cup her breast, she was brought back to reality.

"No. Stop-I don't want this." Clary reached for his hand that cupped her breast and tried to remove it.

"Yeah, that's why you're aroused right now and you where moaning a couple seconds ago."

She blushed, remembering his damned vampire senses, but made a move to get out from under him. He quickly grabbed her hands and braced them above her head with one of his own.

She felt her heart speed up. "No. My virginity belongs to…to Jace." Clary couldn't meet his eyes, but she could tell that what she said angered him.

"You belong to me; no one else. And I will do with you as I please." Growled Raphael.

"No."

"Look at me, Hermosa." When she didn't look, he used his other hand to grab her chin and force her eyes to meet his. "You will enjoy this. By the time I'm done with you, you won't even remember your own name."

Clary didn't want to believe him, but his eyes held no bluff in them. She gulped down a sob; she wasn't ready for this.

He must have seen the fear in her eyes for he leant down and gently kissed her. "It's going to be alright; I promise." His words where oddly comforting and Clary nodded. If this really was the rest of her life, she had might as well embrace it. It was better than the life she'd been living before.

He kissed her one more time before sliding the shirt off of her. His eyes hungrily took in her exposed body and he bent down to kiss her stomach all the way up to where the end of her bra was. "You're so beautiful…" And then he took her bra off. His tongue flicked over one of the nipples while his other one fondled with her left breast.

She arched her back at the sensation, but she couldn't move her arms, for they were still firmly pinned above her.

He released her only for a couple seconds to slide his own shirt and pants off. The only thing separating them was Clary's panties and Raphael's boxers. His erection very clearly formed a tent in his boxers, and Clary's eyes widened at the sight of how big her was.

Raphael caught her stare and chuckled. Then he started to slide her panties off; with his teeth; not once breaking eye contact with her.

Once the "unneeded" article of clothing was off of her, Raphael spread her pale legs apart. Sighing, he took in what had been hidden from him for such a long time.

His tongue swirled hungrily over her clit before plunging inside her. Clary let out a moan and, since he had finally released her hands, instinctively wrapped around his dark curls. She felt him smile against her forbidden core as he went on with his attack; pleasuring beyond point.

Something was building up inside Clary, and just as she was about to let go, Raphael came back up and kissed her.

She let out a whimper of dissatisfaction at his sudden stopping, but faltered when he started kissing her neck again. His hands fondled with her breast and she let out a moan.

"Please…" Clary didn't even know what she was begging for, but once she felt his erection against the inside of her thigh, she started to panic.

Raphael looked at her one more time before taking both of her hands with his own. He guided her to the waistband of his boxers and slowly started sliding down.

She forced herself to look as his erection sprang free. Her heart was beating a mile a minute, but before she could protest, he kissed her again.

"This is going to hurt, love. Hold on to my arms, okay?" Clary started shaking her head no, but couldn't do anything while his hips spread her legs farther apart.

She grabbed onto his arms for dear life. Clary was torn whether she wanted this or not; her body said yes while her mind said no.

Raphael looked at her one more time before cupping her face with his hands and gently kissed her. Then, he slid himself inside her.

Clary almost screamed at the pain; it felt as though he where stretching her entire body. He went still; he literally holding back from pounding into her. But he couldn't; she was his angel, he didn't want to break her.

As a tear slid down her face, he ducked down and kissed them away. "Shhh... Shhh… I'm here…" He looked at her one more time before rubbing her nose with his. "I'm always here."

After another minute or two, the pain subsided. He gently moved in her; and a wave of pleasure came among Clary. He grinded into her at a gentle pace, not wanting to hurt her. "So… tight… Clary, you feel so good." Raphael forced himself to remain at a steady rhythm.

Soon, Clary started meeting his thrusts with her own. "Faster… Go… faster…" She whispered in her ear. He complied by speeding up, and Clary arched her back and wrapped her arms around him. Again, something was building up inside her.

"Let go, Hermosa." He whispered huskily in her ear. She listened, unconsciously screaming his name and releasing. His seed exploded into her as he whispered her name in content.

Raphael wasn't worried about her getting pregnant; it was impossible. That's why he hadn't used protection on her.

What he didn't realize was that she had extra angel blood in her.

They were both breathing heavily, but he soon recovered. He flipped her over so she was on top and he was sitting on the edge of the bed.

Raphael possessively grabbed her hips and started moving them against him. He kissed her neck as she wrapped her arms around his. It felt so good like this; with Clary on top. He ran her hands over her shoulders and back, not once stopping his movements.

Clary was in pure ecstasy. For some reason, it felt so very right; with him filling her, moving in her.

Her thoughts of Jace fled her mind once again when she let go.

Magnus POV:

The warlock currently wanted to be sick. He could hear them, perfectly clear. It disturbed him more than it should, for some reason.

But, for some other unknown reason, Clary's moans made his erection stand up. Though, it didn't help when she screamed Raphael's name; at least five times through the night.

Is he going to give her a break?

Raphael's POV:

Clary slept peacefully on his chest. Her face full of pleasure; pleasure he had brought her; would forever stay etched in his mind.

As would tonight. Never before had he been happier. He looked down as Clary muttered his name against his chest. Raphael wrapped an arm even tighter around her waist; he was never, ever, letting her go.

Sighing with content, he laid his head back against the pillows, falling asleep with a smile on his face.

A/N: Sorry this seems a little rushed. My city is currently having a festival and I bloody hate it; no one can get anything done. Anyway, don't forget to review! All ideas are greatly appreciated!