A/n: heehee... ^-*

Disclaimer: Cassandra. Clare. :D =-= (this is getting tedious)


"Uh oh," Alec grunted, straining against Jace's arms. "I think Church is hungry. Or something."

Jace chuckled breathlessly, moving back slightly as Alec gave another push. "No…fake-outs."

"It's…not a…fake-out, stupid."

"Su-ure."

Church rubbed his face against Alec's leg impatiently. When that got no reaction, he switched tactics. With one angry screech, he buried his right claw deep into Alec's leg; the one he was resting his weight on.

Alec gave one short yell before he fell into Jace, both boys falling on the floor in a tangle of limbs.

"Alec!"

"I told you Church was at my feet!"

"Get…off!"

Jace flipped Alec over, landing directly on top of him with their faces inches apart.

Alec flushed. "This is actually really awkward."

Jace laughed. "Only because I win."

Alec avoided his eyes. "Could you please get off now?"

"Why would I do that?"

"Mostly because you're straddling me in the middle of the hallway, and—give me back my hands!"

Jace had Alec's hands pinned to the floor as he laughed, not realizing Alec's discomfort. "First, say that I win."

Alec's eyes glinted mischievously. "Or what?"

"Or…" Jace was at a loss. "I…don't let you up."

"Let me up…" Alec lowered his eyelids halfway, looking like a snake in the grass. "Or… I'll kiss you."

Jace narrowed his eyes. "You wouldn't."

"Oh no? Watch me." When Jace didn't react, Alec, with all the speed of a Nephilim, leaned forward and pressed his lips to his, smiling as Jace froze.

It was nothing bad; only the press of lips, soft but unyielding, and the mild taste of sweat from both sets. Alec laughed as Jace jumped back, several seconds too late, swiping a hand across a beet-red face.

"I did warn you."

"I didn't think you'd actually do it!"

Alec faked a yawn, wide and overdone, saying, "I'm tired. Go away."

Jace glared at him. "I can't believe you kissed me."

"Me neither. You're a horrible kisser."

"Alec…" Jace's voice was low and dangerous, only making Alec laugh that much more.

"It was just a kiss…" Alec raised an eyebrow. "Unless…"

Jace looked uncomfortable, but couldn't help asking, "Unless what?"

Alec snorted. "Go to sleep, Jace. You're delirious." He stood up from the cold ground of the Institute and walked into his room, closing the door behind him. Church slipped in before it closed all the way, nudging Alec again.

He looked down at the cat and rolled his eyes. "That was a disappointment, wasn't it? Magnus is a much better kisser." The cat meowed as if in agreement as Alec stripped down and crawled into bed. It made him think of the much warmer, more colorful room he had just left, and he blushed, bringing a hand up to the red marks across his neck and chest.

Oh, yes. Magnus was a much better kisser…

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A/N(2): From here on, I think I'm actually going to have a plot... a new character... some mystique, and some very bad puns. Hope you still read it!

{3}, Grey Silverstone