Simons head flew back as he muffled a cry. He had done his best to contain his dignity by remaining silent however whatever self respect he had left drained out of him as the heat consumed him. It was futile to hide his pleasure, especially with the smoldering hands that were roaming his body, he couldn't recall how this came to be, he only hoped it would never stop.
His breath began to quicken as a tongue trailed down to the hem of his pants, he stalled his breath when he realized his partner was starring up at him with glistening lustful eyes waiting for approval, but before Simon could say a word a slender finger came up and slipped his pants right off. Feeling the hot breath hover over his yearning member made him breathless, however that didn't last long before the predator engulfed him completely "Jace!"
Simon sat upright suddenly in obvious disbelief. He was stunned by his dream, especially since it had that arrogant shadow hunter in it. Catching his breath and trying to dispel those traumatizing thoughts he layed back down hoping, almost praying he would never dream again. However in his attempt to sleep he heard a light tap at his window. Lazily he ran a hand through his hair and shuffled out of bed. He starred groggily at the wooden floors that seemed to reflect a yellow hue and he wondered how sunlight had appeared so suddenly. He could've sworn he had just closed his eyes. He froze when he realized it was Jace sitting impatiently on the roof waiting for him to open up; the light of the moon reflecting off his golden skin. Slightly flushed he unlocked the window and with a swift jerk lifted the heavy pane. Before his transformation he had never felt a breeze from that damn thing, now he didn't need the night air yet still he was happy to have the choice. Jace fluidly slipped inside and Simon watched as he looked around the room with that protective arrogance he usually had. Simon could only blush internally thinking up all the different kinds of insults Jace was about to spew about his anime posters or D&D action figures but to his surprise he remained silent. That is until their eyes met. He noticed right away that Jaces eyes bore dark shadows beneath them somethings not right he thought. He realized that aside from his usual arrogant aura Jace looked paler, his face was drawn, his cheeks shallow, like he hadn't eaten or slept in days. Simon couldn't help but stare at him with sad eyes, he wasn't sure what was going on, or if he would be of help. To his surprise he initiated the conversation.
"Dude you look like hell" Simon stated before he could think it over. Nicely done Lewis
"Really? I hadnt noticed" Jace spat. There was clear fatigue in his sarcastic remark. Jace suddenly made his way to Simons desk and solemnly cast his eyes to the floor as he took a seat. Simon couldn't help but notice that his golden hair almost looked silver in the moon light. His eyes were covered but Simon felt chills run up his spine as he realized Jaces gaze was no longer on the glossy floorboards but on him. His eyes reminded Simon of a lions, beautiful, dominant and alluring, meant to call out to its prey and Jaces gaze was doing just that.
Simon was a bit surprised with himself he thought he had gotten used to that look, the predators captivating eyes, especially considering their recent history. The biting incident had happened weeks ago however since then it has continued 2 to 3 times a week even.
Out of desperation in the following weeks they had seeked each other out, secretly finding hidden spots and crevasses throughout the abandoned parts of New York to do the forbidden; letting Simon drink his fill and Jace experience ecstasy. It had become a pact, a routine and they silently swore to tell no one, especially not Clary. She would only worry and get involved like she always did; her recklessness would undo their addiction. Besides what would she think? She'd feel left out and wallow in pity believing she wasn't good enough for them but Simon didn't feel sad at the thought of her being left out, for once he relished at the thought of her forgetting them, life would be simple, he'd have all he'd need, simply Jace. What am I saying? Clarys my best friend, I love her he thought. His head swam with unfamiliar thoughts and emotions and as they did he hadn't noticed Jace had left his spot and was lurking towards him trying to capture Simons clouded eyes in his gaze.
Simon jolted back as he felt one of Jaces warm fingers slide beneath his chin and tilt his head back towards him. He stared in a trance.
"You know why I'm here" Jace said seriously. Simon starred back in silence his thoughts had ceased momentarily and he rose from his seat doing what Jace had made obvious. Tonight however he seemed to stall.
"Do it" Jace said a bit more assertively. His eyes glowed fiercely and Simon drew closer unable to say a thing. He was hypnotized by the fiery gaze and a bit envious of the way Jaces strong chest rose and fell so calmly when in his mind he knew he'd be trembling. His hands were already on Jaces shoulders staring at the beautifully tattooed necked. He wanted nothing more than to sink his teeth in and install new marks and so without another word he tightened his grip on him and began to feed.
Simon relished in the familiar warmth of his blood. He loved the way it poured sloppily down his throat so warm and welcoming while Jace stood holding them both in place doing his best to keep there bodies balanced. They were both enthralled at the sensations they were giving each other however behind Simons closed eyes images began to appear. The image of their consented first feeding, and the unmistakable bulge that had appeared in Jaces pants after it. He had believed it was a natural reaction for guys when they were feeling such intense… um pleasure, yet at that very moment he wasn't so sure. His mind wandered on reminding him of the dream he had just dreamt; the heat that emitted from Jaces wandering hands as they explored his body, the way Jace met his eyes in such a lustful way and the way he tasted… not his blood but him. He tasted of blood, of sweat, of sunlight… Simon pulled away abruptly realizing something he had completely dismissed.
"Leave" Simon said suddenly. Jace starred back at him slightly taken aback. Simon almost smiled at the vulnerability in his expression.
"Simon whats wrong?" How long had it been since he said my name? he thought. He looked away and spoke with more authority.
"Nothing. Just… leave please. I- we shouldn't do this anymore." Jace for a moment looked as if he didn't understand english then he spoke.
"Whats wrong? You were fine with it a second ago" he barked. "Simon I know this is what you want" he said almost crooning it to him, stepping a bit closer. Simon starred back a bit flushed knowing he spoke the truth.
"We could get caught or hurt. Just look at you!" He spewed out. "Jace its gone on long enough! We cant do this, I don't wanna hurt you" then he thought of the one thing Jace would acknowledge, it was low but Simon knew it would work. "What about Clary? I bet shes worried about you, shes pretty smart, shell figure it out soon enough" Simon said talking in just one breath.
"Clary.. whos Cla-" Simon and Jaces eyes widened for a moment as they realized what Jace was about to say. How could he forget about Clary? He loved her! They loved her! And yet there they stood astonished by the recognition that neither of them had her in mind in quite some time. Simon looked almost hurt when Jace didn't meet his gaze.
"Maybe you should g-" But before he could finish his sentence Jace was already gone, disappearing into the dark of night, leaving Simon to cope with his enhanced awareness that his yearning wasn't just for blood… it was for Jace.