Disclaimer: I do not own The Mortal Instruments, either the book or the artefacts themselves.
Warnings: Rated for a reason, contains explicit male/male scenes
False Idol
Chapter 7
Luke walked beside Valentine on their way from their last class together. There were only a few minutes before Valentine had to attend a lecture on advanced demonology.
Their previous class had been one concerning deeper, more intricate Marks. Valentine had mastered them quickly and Luke was thrilled with his own small triumph. He was one of the few people who had been successful by the end of the class.
Most of the class had struggled with the patterns. However Luke had noted that Robert Lightwood had also made adequate progress. He also noticed the small nod that Valentine had given him. It didn't bother the dark haired teen though. Robert was in the Circle and they should all support one another. Besides, Valentine had sat next to him, his right hand, and watched over his painstaking work with an appraising eye.
Luke's thoughts swung toward the present when he saw a familiar figure making her way up the corridor. Jocelyn moved with a grace that was exceptional, even among experienced Shadowhunters. Her dark red hair flowed halfway down her back and her narrow, willowy form seemed to have been designed to wear Shadowhunter gear. Luke's mouth went dry at the sight of her and he didn't even notice the way Valentine tensed beside him.
Jocelyn halted in front of the pair and looked Valentine up and down. Luke wished she had spared a glance for him as well.
Valentine inclined his head briefly before addressing her. "Jocelyn, you weren't at the meeting." It was a statement rather than a question and although Valentine had a beautiful smile on his face, Luke noticed the hard edge to his voice.
Jocelyn replied with her own smile. "No, but I heard all about it from Hodge and then from Maryse. At length. Although something tells me that they weren't nearly as convincing as you would have been, Valentine."
"Perhaps it is my passion for the topic that sways so many individuals," Valentine replied loftily.
Jocelyn gave him an odd look. "Perhaps," she murmured. "Anyway, I wasn't particularly interested in a meeting of the Valentine fan club. Speaking of which, when did you become Valentine's number one fan, Luke?"
Luke shifted under Jocelyn's playful gaze. He never felt entirely comfortable in her presence, as much as he liked her. Valentine was much easier to be around. Especially now that some things had been resolved. He tore his thoughts away from that before he blushed.
"Valentine happens to be a very close friend of mine," he stated with attempted confidence. "He helps me study."
"Oh, so that's why your training has improved so rapidly. Congratulations, I suppose. Whatever helps your training. No one denies that Valentine is an excellent Shadowhunter."
"Thank you for the compliment."
"Compliment? All I said was that no one denies it. I didn't even say why."
"Indeed." The hard edge to Valentine's voice had returned and his smile didn't reach his eyes. "A pleasure as always Jocelyn. Feel free to attend my 'fan club' anytime you wish. You are an exceptional Shadowhunter, whatever anyone says."
Jocelyn gave him a smile that twisted slightly at the corner of her mouth. "I'll keep that in mind."
Valentine nodded and swept down the corridor. Luke lengthened his stride to catch his teacher. After walking together for a while, he decided to break the silence.
"That was odd."
"She is a headstrong girl. Here inclusion into the Circle would be of use, but I don't think that she is inclined to take things seriously." Valentine's tone was offhand but icy.
Luke just shrugged. He liked Jocelyn, but this was the first time she had ever really noticed him. Besides, he was happy with Valentine.
Almost as if his teacher could sense his thoughts, he slowed down. "Would you like to sleep in my room tonight, Lucian?"
Luke started and then looked at his feet.
Valentine stepped closer into his personal space. "We wouldn't even have to do anything, if you didn't want to. I would just like to have your body next to me in bed."
Luke looked up and gulped when he noticed how close they were standing. His lips parted unthinkingly, in the expectation of a kiss. He couldn't take his eyes of Valentine's lips. However, those lips simply quirked into a grin.
"Hmm?" Valentine enquired lazily.
"That would be nice," Luke finally managed to gasp. He was appalled by how trite he sounded.
"Good. I'll see you there at dusk."
Valentine stepped back and continued down the corridor. He left Luke feeling far more flustered than he had felt during their encounter with Jocelyn. He silently berated himself for not leaning in and kissing the older teen when he had the chance. Now he had to wait until this evening.
(-)
Luke stood outside Valentine's door. He doubted that his teacher was aware of his presence. The dark haired teen was anxious enough about entering Valentine's room during the day, but in the evening, to spend the night, he was close to panic. Nonetheless his heartbeat sped and a warm feeling spread through his body at the thought.
It was different when Valentine came to his room. That was familiar ground, his own territory and if Valentine came to him then he could just take his cues from his mentor. This was different. He felt like an invader.
He took a deep breath and steeled himself. Valentine had called him his right hand. The entire Circle had seen him stand by his side. Even if he didn't always trust his judgement he trusted Valentine. He knocked on the door and entered when he heard the soft assent from within.
Valentine was topless when Luke entered and his bottom half was clad in loose black pants. Valentine locked his gaze with Luke's pale blue eyes when the younger teen could finally stop staring at his bare chest.
"I was worried you would leave before you knocked," Valentine uttered in a low voice.
Luke licked his lips. "You knew I was out there?"
This elicited a nod from his teacher. "It had to be your choice," he replied simply.
Luke perched on the edge of Valentine's bed. The mattress refused to yield. He raised an eyebrow. "Hard bed."
"Indeed. I allow myself few luxuries."
He smiled and sat next to the younger teen. The mattress dinted minutely under his heavier frame.
"Although," he continued playfully. "Having you here is a luxury all of its own, Lucian."
Luke smiled and leaned in to kiss his teacher. Valentine pulled back.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
Luke nodded.
Valentine slid an arm around Luke's waist and pulled him closer. He trailed kisses down his student's jaw line and neck. Luke tilted his head back and exposed his throat with a moan. Teeth scrapped lightly against his neck and he leaned into the touch.
The arm around his waist tightened and bore him down to the bed.
Luke's clothes were quickly discarded and Valentine ran a possessive hand down his student's body. Luke was panting and gasped when Valentine's hand found his nipple. He felt overwhelmed when Valentine brought their lips together. Surrender was the only viable option, the only choice he wanted. He wrapped his legs around the older teen's waist.
The friction between them was incredible. Even Valentine was groaning as his hands explored Luke's torso.
"More," Luke managed to pant.
Something odd sparked behind his teacher's eyes and the smile that blossomed on his face could only be described as predatory.
"As you wish," he whispered.
He removed his pants and the next moment Luke felt Valentine's slender finger inside him. He arched and moaned. Valentine was gentle but restrained. Tension was clear in every line of his powerful body. Luke's pulse was racing.
When he was finally entered he cried out Valentine's name. His eyes were riveted on the older teen above him. Valentine's own dark eyes bored into his. They veritably blazed in the low light.
To Luke it seemed as if their bodies moved perfectly together. Apparently Shadowhunter grace had other uses. Valentine was still measured in his thrusts but there was a slight edge of desperation that Luke had not remembered from other encounters. He mistook it for passion.
Valentine muffled his final cry in Luke's shoulder while Luke just threw his head back in ecstasy and uttered a low moan.
Afterwards they lay side by side and Valentine played with a stray wisp of Luke's dark hair. He realised why Valentine had invited him to stay the night. It was very pleasant to simply sleep in the same bed as Valentine. It was indeed a luxury.
Luke still felt a little guilty because he hoped that Jocelyn would want to join the Circle so that he could see more of her. He knew the Circle was more important than that, but he still hoped. Of course the strongest guilt came from the fact that he still liked Jocelyn despite what he had with Valentine. Somehow the emotions were different, but he still felt like a traitor for liking her. He sighed to himself. He felt like this so often that it would be nice, just once, to feel noble like Valentine.
