Greetings friends. I bring you gifts. And a nice lemon as well. Yup. Citrus-y goodness. Oh, and I'm sorry for the drama. But our story is just getting warmed up now. Less fluff, more suspense. Or at least that's the plan.

Read and enjoy

Magnus' POV

I absently started to clean up the loft. It had remained a mess since last night's party and I had hardly been in the mood to clean anything at the time. My mind and magic had been numbed after far too many vodka-laced cocktails and Long Island Ice Teas. If I was to be perfectly honest… I was still nursing a substantial headache. I never learned. No matter how many times I lost myself drinking, I always forgot how bad the recovery stage was… especially since my magic took longer to clear the alcohol out my system. I may be a warlock… but sometimes I felt all-too-human.

A sharp knock interrupted my train of thought. I sighed and moved to open the door. This would end up being another not so smart move on my part. As soon as I had slid the first chain from the lock, the door burst open and someone, no… three someones, were suddenly on top of me. And not in the way that I might have been hoping for. One grabbed my wrists and forced them into thick steel manacles behind my back. The other two hauled my to my feet and forced a blindfold over my eyes. Great. This was real high on my list of to-do's… getting kidnapped. Wonder-freaking-ful.

"Magnus Bane… The High Warlock of Brooklyn" I heard the voice whisper close to my ear. The contempt with which he said my name was like a punch to the gut. "You're under arrest for the kidnapping of four Nephilim children. You will be escorted by me and my men, to Alicante, where you will summarily be put on trial for your crimes." They started to push me through the apartment and I dug in my heels. This wasn't happening. It couldn't be happening. And there was no way I was letting them take me in like this.

"You're mistaken!" I hollered. "Listen to me, damn it! I didn't have anything to do with this!"

One of the men slapped me hard across the face. "Don't you speak, downworlder!" He hissed. "Know your place!"

"No, please!" I recoiled when he hit me a second time. "I won't be quiet. You have the wrong guy. I know who did this! Alexander Lightwood told you himself. I know he did!"

"Your kind never learns," the man snapped and grabbed my chin roughly, his fingernails cutting into my skin. I hissed in a breath. "I told you. To. Shut. Up! Next time I won't be so kind, trash."

"The Accords!" I pleaded. "You can't do this!"

The man closest to me groaned. "Michael, give me the tape." I tried to resist, but the Shadowhunter took a firm hold of my face again and forced at least three thick pieces of tape across my mouth. Try as I might, I wasn't able to say anything. "There." He sighed contentedly. "Now you'll learn to be quiet."

I was pushed through a portal, based on the sensations. The assholes were using my own damn portal, I knew it. I struggled harder, but their grips didn't lessen when we got to the other side.

The next thing I saw, after the blindfold was removed, was a stone cell. More specifically myself, locked inside a stone cell. It was no larger than an average hotel bathroom. A single cot was tossed on the floor. Much to my dismay they didn't remove the tape or the cuffs when they left me there, and I had to struggle to get comfortable. I sat down uneasily on the dirty mattress and looked longingly out into the hall. This wasn't going to be good.

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Jace's POV

Alec sat up in bed and started to kiss my neck. I stirred and very slowly opened my eyes. "Mmm. I could get used to waking up like this." I suddenly sat up, forcing Alec down on his back and, hovering over him, I kissed him deeply. He moaned, which made me chuckle. "It seems like you could too, my love."

"You were… incredible…" He said breathily, when I let him up for air.

I ground my hips against his and kissed him as he squirmed and writhed underneath me. "So were you." I lowered one hand and gently stroked his still exposed cock. "Dare to go again?"

He raised a brow. "You want more?"

"Don't you, lover?"

Alec bit his lip, and then smiled a crooked smile. "Y-Yeah. I do." He spread his legs for me and I settled between them, running my hands over his gorgeous body. His breathing had started to quicken and I loved watching the rise and fall of his chest as I lowered my head and took him in my mouth. He gasped and his hands flew into my hair. He tugged playfully at my blond locks.

"Jace!" He groaned, squirming more and more as I continued my assault. I held his hips down firmly to keep him from choking me. "Ahh! Please!" He whimpered and tried to move.

I lifted my head and looked him in the eyes, a superior smirk on my face. "Please what, baby?"

"I… I need you… inside me. Please… Jace." He didn't need to tell me twice. I lifted his legs up over my shoulders and kissed his chest as I slipped inside of him. He moaned in sheer pleasure as I thrust my hips forward slowly and deeply.

"I love you." I breathed.

"Ah… Jace!" He was moaning more frequently, calling my name. "I… I love… you… too!"

I snickered and pushed into him again, pausing to reach out and wrap my hand around his length. I stroked him in rhythm with my thrusts. He began to writhe more and bucked his hips as much as he could.

"Patience… Lovely."

"Please… please, Jace! JACE!" He squirmed as we both came together. He shuddered deliciously and I brought his head up so I could kiss him deeply.

Alec eagerly pushed his tongue past my lips, clearly bored with me being in control. He whimpered as I drew out of him and pulled him into my arms. We lay side by side on the bed, facing each other, with his face pressed against my shoulder. I stroked his hair gently as he came down from his high.

"I love you." I repeated.

"Thank you… for… saving me. Jace." He said suddenly, his voice was very quiet. I looked down at him, tipping his chin back so I could look into his gorgeous blue eyes.

"Where did that come from? Alec?" The boy in my arms tried to look away. "No. Look at me. Please."

"Jace it's nothing." He said simply. "Please. PLEASE don't make me talk about it. Please!" He buried his face in my shoulder again.

"Okay…" I sighed. "Okay, baby. I won't. I'm here for you. When you want to talk… I swear I'll be here." Alec was quiet, so I glanced down again. He had one hand splayed out on my chest, his fingers curling against my abs as he slept. I smiled and kissed his forehead, happy to have my precious boy safely sleeping in my arms.

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Magnus waited for what felt like days. But it was, in reality, only a few hours. When the door creaked open he tried to retreat into the far corner of the cell. He was pleading wordlessly, with his eyes wide, to the man standing in the doorway.

"It's time to go now, Magnus."

Magnus blinked. The voice seemed almost gentle. Compassionate. And he spoke his name in such a gentle manner. Magnus wanted to ask who it was, but the tape prevented him from making a sound. He had to settle for muffled sounds, trying to ask the Nephilim to let him go.

"I'm sorry, my friend." The man knelt down and smiled very briefly. "This is the least I can do. I'm sorry if I hurt you." He reached out. When Magnus squirmed away from him he sighed. "Believe me, I'm on your side. Okay? My name is Rowan. Rowan Lightwood. I'm an assistant to the Consul." With that the young Shadowhunter reached out and very carefully pulled the tape from Magnus' mouth. Rowan smiled again. This time, Magnus really looked at him. He had the same crystal eyes as Alec, but a few shades lighter, and his longer hair wasn't quite black.

He stood, and then reached down to help Magnus to his feet. "It's alright, you can talk to me. I'm going to try to help you. I'll do what I can."

"Who…" Magnus started, working his jaw so he could speak properly again. "Who are… you?"

The young man chuckled. "I already told you that. I'm Rowan. Alec's cousin."

So… thoughts? I introduced a character that my Bestie and I created. Alec's cousin. Perhaps he can help Magnus. *sniffs* I hope so. Sorry. I had to introduce a little bit of drama. And there seems to be more than enough to go around where Nephilim are concerned. I wonder what happens next… oh wait… I already know that bit ;)

Stay tuned.