So we've got some Malec going on in this chapter because, well, Malec is life. Shit, that kiss? I don't know how many times I've rewatched that, especially with all the gifs and videos plastered over Facebook and Tumblr. Oh, and another thing that is life right now is Sound of Music. I'm watching it as I edit and I'm completely in love still. This movie is life, man. Don't know how many times I've seen it!

"I can't believe you're back," Alec murmured as he rolled onto his stomach, looking across at his boyfriend who was standing in the doorway with his finger hooked through the loop of his tie and tugging at it. "It feels like it's been forever since I've seen you." Magnus Bane grinned as he took in his naked man on the bed.

"It's only been a month," Magnus said.

"You saying that you didn't miss me?" Alec quirked an eyebrow and Magnus rolled his eyes.

"Aw, you going to go and pout about it?" He teased lightly.

"No," Alec tilted his head to the side and looked down the Indonesian man up and down. "I can think of other ways to remind you that you missed me." Magnus dumped his bag on the ground and his eyes glowed with lust as Alec rolled off the bed and walked over to where he was standing. Magnus looked at him for a long beat before Alec was dropping to his knees on the carpet and pulling at Magnus's belt buckle and zipper until the expensive pants were at a pile on the ground and Alec's mouth was on his half hard member. Magnus let out a long moan, his hands going to Alec's hair and tangling in the strands, pulling hard. Alec's tongue worked over his boyfriends cock until Magnus was moaning and his thighs were shaking. Just when he thought he wasn't going to be able to handle anymore without exploding, Alec's hand replaced his mouth and his tongue moved to lave over his sac.

"Fuck, Alec," Magnus groaned as he felt the knot inside him tightening to the point where he was going to snap.

"Come on, baby," Alec looked up at him through his thick eyelashes with a sinful smile that made Magnus let out another moan and reach down to guide his boyfriend back to his cock. He thrust his hips forward to meet Alec's mouth, until he let out a growl and emptied himself onto Alec's waiting tongue. Alec's let out a moan of approval as he swallowed Magnus's seed and then slowly pulled back, wiping the back of his hand over his mouth. Magnus only took a few seconds to recover before he gave Alec a good shove and sent him stumbling back toward the bed.

"My turn," Magnus purred as he fell forward, stretching over his boyfriend.

"Is this how it's always going to be?" Magnus asked, leaning over to touch his hand to Alec's shoulder. The dark haired boy sighed and lifted his head from where it was resting on the pillow. "You and me...Sneaking around."

"I don't know, Mags," Alec murmured, his heart feeling heavy as he said the words. "I mean, things aren't the same as they used to be. They've changed. In some clubs it's not a big deal to be gay. But...I mean, I don't know if it's going to be like this forever. But I don't want to put us in a position where we're hunted." Magnus swallowed hard at the words and shook his head, taking in a deep breath through his nose before laying back down on the pillow. "Because that's something that might happen," Alec said stiffy. "I'm a part of this family, they're all I've ever known, but there's a code that they live by, and if you break that code...Well. Things don't always go your way. You break an oath."

"Have you thought about leaving?" Magnus asked, his voice low. Alec took in a sharp breath and looked over at Magnus, his eyes narrowing.

"Magnus..." he began warningly.

"Let's not talk about it right now," Magnus decided abruptly, shifting on the bed so that he was straddling his boyfriend and he put his hands on either side of Alec's head. They had already been three or four rounds, and both of them were tired, but the instant Magnus's naked body was stretched out over Alec's, he felt his cock twitch and react to the beautiful man. Magnus lowered himself, his lips biting down over the skin of Alec's collarbone, nipping at the bone and sucking hard and marking him, causing Alec to groan and writhe underneath him. "I can think of a hundred other things that I would rather talk about..." Alec let out a short laugh and rolled his eyes.

"You want to hold a conversation right now?" Alec asked breathlessly as Magnus lowered his kissed to Alec's right nipple, laving it with his tongue.

"I thought you liked it when I talked to you," Magnus murmured.

"Sometimes," Alec was feeling completely disorientated as Magnus slid further down his thighs, his lips leaving kisses over his toned torso, making his way down to the apex of his leg. Magnus nosed at his trimmed pubic hair, and Alec let out a guttural groan as Magnus took his cock into his mouth, flattening his tongue as he slid his mouth time. "Sometimes I like it when you don't talk better..."

"Mum?" Clary called out, frowning as she stepped into her parents home. It was a little after six, and the sun was setting in the distance, and there were no lights on inside, so the house was pretty much in darkness. Clary flicked on the lights in the lounge and looked around. "Mum?" She called out again.

"Hey, baby," Jocelyn came into the lounge, looking harried, her hair a mess.

"Uh, mum?" Clary tilted her head to the side as she took in the buttons that were one button hole off their correct placing. Jocelyn's eyes were wide as she looked down and quickly rearranged herself. Down the hallway, there was the sound of a door closing and Jocelyn winced at the noise. Clary took in a deep breath and ran her fingers through her wavy hair, throwing it over her shoulder. "Who's that, mum?" She asked icily.

"I'm sorry, baby," Jocelyn muttered. "I didn't know you were coming over."

"You asked me to come over," Clary reminded her.

"I did?" Jocelyn frowned and Clary just continued to stare at her. "It's Tuesday?" Clary didn't say anything. "I'm sorry, baby, I'm just really spaced out."

"Or sexed up," Clary shot back at her. Jocelyn's eyes darkened and and Clary just shook her head. "I think I'm going to head home," she turned around to head back toward the door.

"No, wait, Clary!" Jocelyn sighed and walked over to her quickly. "Baby, don't go."

"You literally invited me over and forgot about it because you were fucking someone who wasn't my dad," Clary hissed, her green eyes spitting fire as she glared at her mother. At least Jocelyn had the decency to look ashamed and folded her arms over her chest and looked down at the ground.

Clary loved her parents.

It was no secret that she had been a daddy's girl as she was growing up. He treated her like a princess, and she had always thought that he had treated her mother like a queen. It wasn't until she was old enough to understand certain things and pick up on underlying tones that she realized that things weren't perfect between them. Sometimes Valentine would disappear for a night and when he came back in the morning, he would go straight to the shower and Jocelyn wouldn't smile for the rest of the day. Clary understood what it meant when the men joked around that what happened on a run, stayed on a run. A 'run' being when some of the club members drove off on their bikes and could be gone for weeks at a time. When she started going to parties, she would see her father go down the hallway to one of the back rooms, and then Maryse would reach out and touch Jocelyn's hand, and squeeze it gently.

There were two kinds of men in their society.

The kind that were loyal, and the kind that weren't.

And their president wasn't.

And she knew that her 'Uncle Luke' and her mother had a thing going on, and had for some years. She wasn't sure how long it had been going on, or when it started, and she wasn't ready to ask. That was something she had never planned on discussing with Jocelyn.

"Baby," Jocelyn took in a deep, shuddering breath. "I'm sorry, I lost track of time, I didn't..."

"You were fucking dad's VP in his own bed. That's super classy, mum," Clary said snidely. "What if I had been dad? What if he had caught you? He would have killed Luke."

"He might have tried," Jocelyn muttered. Clary just shook her head in disgust and spun on her heel and stalked toward the door. She grabbed the handle and stepped outside, but Jocelyn caught her arm. "Baby, I'm sorry," she sighed. "This isn't something I wanted you to find out this way."

"Mum," Clary shook her head, pulling her arm away from her mother and stepping down from the doorstep onto the paving stones that curled through the garden toward where her car was parked. "I'm twenty-three. What makes you think I didn't know about you and Luke?" Jocelyn tilted her head quizzically. "Come on. I've known for years. Jon's known for years. I'm surprised the whole club doesn't know."

"Some of them do," Jocelyn murmured. "The one's who are loyal to Luke." The phrase of the comment was what made Clary stop. Jocelyn saw that she had gotten to her daughter and she took a few steps closer.

"Luke's the one who's going up against dad?" Clary asked and then she snorted derisively. "Okay, so the other night when you said that you thought there was something going on, you were lying. Because you knew something was going on. Because, well," she snorted again. "Because you're sleeping with the guy who's trying to get dad kicked out of the presidency."

"I wouldn't...I wouldn't say that exactly," Jocelyn faltered.

"You realize what a power climbing whore this makes you look like?" Clary said bluntly and Jocelyn's eyes widened. "Look, you're fucking someone to get back at dad for screwing around on you. I get that. I've got that since I was fourteen or so, and I'm pretty sure Jon got it then too. But you can't ever actually be with Luke, you realize that, right?"

"Clary!" Jocelyn snapped. Her and her daughter stared at each other for a long time before Jocelyn let out a long breath and shook her head. "Luke isn't the only one who wants this. You know that there's a lot going on that hasn't been right for a long time . They're fighting about drugs, and the guns, and the dirty cops that they have under their belt," she lifted her hand to her head and pressed her fingers against her temple. "I wanted to talk to you, because things are about to get messy. And I don't want you to get caught up in all of this."

"Well, that's too bad," Clary said. "You know that. This is my life and my family, and that means that this is my mess, just as much as everyone else." This time, when she turned and walked away, she didn't turn back when her mother called after her. She got in her car and turned on the engine, and drove down the street. Her body was tense and her fingers were clenched around the wheel of the car, her knuckles drained of blood.

Once she got two blocks away, she indicated to pull over and brought her car to a stop. She took in a couple of deep breaths, willing away the tears that had suddenly rushed to her eyes, and picked up her phone, texting the only person that she was thinking of at that moment.

Jace.

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Ooh, and I'll share a couple of songs with that I'm completely in love with at the moment. There's Roman Holiday by Halsey, Style by Taylor Swift (I'm not usually a big fan of hers) and Hurts Like Hell by Fleurie. Tell me your songs, I love new music.

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