A/N: Surprise, surprise. 2 chapters in one night?! The chapter is inspired by a scene from the 'From Blood and Ash series' by Jennifer L. Armentrout. If you're stuck for reading material over the festive period. Do yourselves a favour and read it. It's one delectable sexy read. Anyway, I hope you'll like this chapter.

Clary POV

I can feel a weight on me. I open my eyes. It's still night time and I can see two obsidian eyes staring back at me. Jon is on top of me, watching me. "What are you doing?" I ask carefully. He's still, like a statue, taking me in. I feel something hard pressed against my belly, oh god. Suddenly, very slowly and almost deliberately I feel him sliding down my body, still looking at me with that dark gaze of his. It's hunger that looks back at me. I feel him tucking my top up. What the fuck, "Jon, what are you doing?" He's still not answering me. I can't move under his weight. "Jon!" I shout. Nothing. Suddenly I can feel his tongue on my stomach. Is he licking me? "Jon," I try again. Nothing. I try to get up, but I can't. I put all my strength into it and I almost manage to shuffle up, but suddenly I hear him growling at me, and he moves swiftly back up my body. He's got me pinned to the bed by my neck. He's above me. Watching me silently. His head is moving slowly from one side to another as if to assess me. He moves like an animal. "Jonathan?" I whisper. He leans towards me, coming closer and closer to my face, oh please no "Jonathan. Please stop. If you hear me. Stop. Please. You don't want this." I want to cry out in frustration. He's getting closer still, then his lips are on mine and I squirm. His tongue is trying to push its way into my mouth, but I've got my lips pressed together tight. He's growling, squeezing my throat harder, blocking my airways. I'm going to die. I'm trying to fight him, shake him off somehow. I keep trying to shake my head to get him off, but to no avail. He's going to suffocate me. I let him in cringing inwardly. He still has me pinned to the bed by my neck, but at least he's not blocking my airways anymore.

I can feel his tongue in between my lips, he's slowly exploring my mouth. I'm rigid. I can feel his tongue darting out and caressing mine and my body responds involuntarily. It's fine I tell myself. For a second I go all gooey and all I can taste is dark chocolate and pines. My toes curl in response and something within me wants to let go. It wants to respond and take more. My brain takes hold of my traitorous body and I can feel myself going rigid again. I've blocked every sensation.

A deep moan escapes his lips and simultaneously I can feel his hard member pressing into me. Slowly, and almost deliberately he starts rolling into my hips. I can feel his hugeness against my in comparison very small sex. 'Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. What is happening. It's not Jon. Something has possessed him." Suddenly he loosens the hold on my neck and starts sliding down my body again. He squeezes my left breast, hard and a groan escapes my lips. "That bloody hurt Jonathan." He still hasn't uttered a word and I'm still pinned down. He's too strong and I can't escape. How far will he go? He lets go off me suddenly, but then harshly grabs my thighs and starts pushing them apart. I push myself up using my elbows, really carefully not to startle him. He's lying on his belly, his head is in between my thighs and he's literally staring at my private parts. I'm only wearing a long T-shirt, which is pushed up my belly, so he sees my thin cotton underwear tonight... he can basically see much more than should be allowed to. I take a sharp breath and carefully try again "Jonathan, please. Please don't do this. Please wake up." He's definitely in some kind of trance. His pitch black eyes look up at me. He assesses me again and a sound escapes him, which sounds very much like an animal sounds when catching its prey.

He slowly starts to move his head towards my centre. Fuck, "Please Jon, No. No. You hear me? You can't do this! Wake up!" He doesn't hear me, he just looks at me hungrily, then grins devilishly and takes my centre into his mouth. I squirm. Through the fabric of my panties I can feel his tongue pressing against my sex. I'm trying to shuffle away from him, trying desperately to fight him off. I'm screaming at him, but nothing reaches him. I want to die. At the same time a contradictory heat starts pooling through me, its starting point is where his tongue connects with my centre. My brain is losing that awful fight against my body. I can feel him pressing the fabric of my cotton panties against my sensitive region and I can feel the heat of his mouth against it. It's doing something to me. Unintentionally, I rub myself against his mouth, I can feel the pressure of his tongue against my sensitive spot and a low moan escapes my lips.

Suddenly there is a noise by the door. "Get off her you freak!" Jace screams at him. He's here and he tries to pull Jon off me. Jon snarls at him in response. Next second he's off me and I'm free. I look up and see that my brother has Jace pinned against the far wall, one hand squeezing his neck, the other hand hovers above his chest, his fingers are pressed against it. Jace is red from the lack of air.

"Jonathan!" I scream. "Brother, stop. Wake up." I jump up and approach him slowly to avoid him jumping me, too. I try to touch his arm, and he lets me, but he's not letting go off Jace. Jace is going to die. I can see Jon's fingertips pushing into his chest, blood starts oozing through Jace's T-shirt. Omg he's going to rip his heart out. If he won't strangle him before that. Jace is crying out in pain. I'm paralised for a second, what do I do? I grab one of my blades from the desk and without thinking I slice my arm. Blood instantly seeps out of my wound. I slowly walk towards Jon and I can see that he can smell it, his nostrils are flaring and taking in the smell of the air around him.

He's starting to get distracted. So I try to reach him again. "Jonathan. Brother. Can you smell the blood? Can you smell me? I know you want it more than him. Come. Taste me," I implore him. I can see his head moving, assessing the scent. Slowly he let's go of Jace who's sliding down the wall wheezing for air. Jonathan is moving towards me slowly at first. Then he's on me. Pushing me against the wall, staring at my arm. Smelling my scent. "Taste me," I whisper and he does. He's taking small gulps of my blood, a deep moan escapes his lips and instantly I can feel his body relax against me. He's got me pinned to the wall and I can feel him against every inch of me.

Once again, the same tingly feeling rushes through me, the same sensation I had last night when I felt his lips against my neck. I close my eyes and let the feeling pass through me. I'm still not quite sure what happened after he agreed to stay last night. I know I was exhausted from the evening and my mind was fuzzy. I was half asleep, so I think I may have imagined it. I don't know what upset me, but after Jace's rejection and then seeing Jon with that girl, something snapped within me. I broke down in tears and I couldn't stop. The outpour of tears exhausted me and I wasn't thinking straight. All I wanted was to feel safe and loved and the one person who could provide that was Jon.

But something happened when I snuggled into him. His lips connected with my neck and I think I felt him inhale me and then his mouth started moving against my skin. It felt like delicate, sensual kisses. I could feel his hot breath against my neck and it undid me. It made my skin tingle in the most luscious way. The same way it felt just now. Oh shut up, he's your brother, stop being ridiculous. But what about my reaction to his mouth against my centre? I've just never had anyone so close to my private parts and it was only a natural reaction to it, right? The rest of the time I was trying to fight him off, wasn't I? But what about last night? I didn't want him to stop placing kisses on my neck. What about how I reacted when I saw him with that girl? I think I'm losing my mind. I was clearly hallucinating the neck kissing, an aftereffect from my exhaustion. It felt like a dream. It was a dream.

I stop thinking any further, clearly my exhaustion has driven me mad. I open my eyes and look behind Jon. I see Jace staring at us in disbelief or disgust. He's getting up to come towards us. I can see that he wants to harm Jonathan, who's still taking sips of my blood. I can sense that Jace wants to make him stop, so I hold my hand up, beckoning him to not come any closer. Too late, Jon smells him, turns around and snarls at him. Carefully I take Jon's face in my hand, stroke his cheek. I look into his onyx eyes and point him towards my arm again "You want this more Jon." It's quiet for a while and all I can hear is my brother tasting my blood and moaning quietly against my arm. I don't quite understand this blood thing. He's not a vampire, so what made me do this and why is it working? I make a plan to study demon nature in more detail. Really, it's something I should have done ages ago. Jon stops suddenly. He looks up at me. He looks at my lips and then slowly brings up his thumb to my bottom lip and wipes it across it. I can taste blood on my lips. My blood. I can also feel my body reacting to his thumb caressing my bottom lip. His touch is causing backflips in my stomach, it's dizzying. I push that thought away before it manifests.

Suddenly his eyes change colour. They are almost instantly lighter. "Clary?" Jon looks at me like he's just woken up from a dream. I guess he has. "What, what happened?"

"Shhh. It's ok Jon. It's ok." I take his hand and lead him towards my bed. I make him lie down. He's too dazed to protest. I tuck him in and stroke his hair. He looks like a frightened boy. Even though minutes ago he scared me shitless, and I dread to think what would have happened if Jace hadn't interrupted, but I love him too much to dwell on it right now. Seeing him like this, all broken and scared. It breaks my heart. "I'll be right back." I kiss him on the forehead and face Jace.

I move towards Jace who's just applied an iratze to his chest to heal the wound, but his neck is already looking very bruised. That'll take longer to fix. I drag him out of the room and face him. "Jace. What just happened. You can't say anything. To anyone."

"What, are you insane? He just tried to rape you. Then he almost killed me. And then...why the fuck was he drinking your blood Clary?"

I grab Jace's arm with force. "You can't say anything. Promise me that you won't say anything to anyone. Not even Alec. Promise me."

"I can't Clary. He's obviously screwed up and a danger to you! We should report him. Has he been turned by a vampire? Is that it? Have you kept this a secret?"

"Shut up Jace, you've seen him move about in daylight, stop being stupid. Just listen. You can't report him, ok? If you do, if you report him... I promise you that whatever I'll do to you will be so much worse than what Jon just did!" He looks like he wants to argue that, but I stop him, I need to use a different tactic to get through to him. "It's not his fault, ok? I will explain to you what happened, but tomorrow. I promise. Once I tell you, you will understand why we can't tell anyone. But please, if you care about me at all. Please promise me that you won't tell anyone about what just happened. Please?"

Jace gazes at me for a long while. Please let him agree. Otherwise. Otherwise we might have to leave and disappear. Go somewhere where no one knows us. Hide forever. He shakes his head slowly and my heart drops, "But you promise to tell me, Clary?"

I look at him pleadingly, "I will. I promise."

"And are you sure that you're safe with him," he points towards my door.

"Yes Jace, I promise."

"I'm not sure if I should believe you Clary. What just happened. God the sight I came upon. You don't know the thoughts that were running through my head. I would have killed him if he hadn't gotten to me first." I take in a shaken breath "But I guess I'm glad I didn't, you know, kill your brother." He hugs me, "Ok Clary. I promise, for now that I won't say a thing. But you will tell me. TOMORROW." He gives me a stern look, then his expression softens. "Goodnight Clary", he kisses me on the cheek and I turn around to get back into the room. To my brother.

JON

I can smell her. I can feel her everywhere. Our bodies are pressed together in every place imaginable. It's the best feeling. I open my eyes and I see Clary lying on top of me, smiling. Her smile is so beautiful. But this smile. This one is different somehow. It's seductive. "What are you doing Clary?"

"I want you, I want you so much." She presses her sex into my already hard dick and I growl in pleasure. I grab her small hips and press her into me, harder. I take those lovely hips and rub her against my hard member slowly. We moan in unison...

That's when I woke up. Clary was in front of me. Blood on her lips. Blood running from a wound in her arm. What did I do?

The door opens and I see her moving towards me, she looks apprehensive. Is she scared of me? What did I do? Get it together. "Clary, did I hurt you?" I get up and move towards her. I reach out but she pulls away from me. My head drops in terror. I can't look at her if she's scared of me.

I can feel her hand on my cheek. "Sorry Jonathan, I didn't mean to. It's just...why don't you sit down?"

I do. I cover my face with my hands and ask again. "What did I do Clary?" My voice comes out sounding muffled.

"Jonathan, please look at me." She takes my hands away from my face and I look up at her. I smell the blood and remember that she's hurt. I bite my wrist and take her wounded arm, smearing some of my demon blood on the broken skin.

I study the wound and I wait, but nothing happens. This is weird. "It's not working," I tell Clary and repeat myself, "Why is it not working?"

"I don't know Jon. But we do have more pressing issues to concern ourselves with. Here use my stele."

I do but I'm still freaked out that my demon blood hasn't healed her. Perhaps it's faulty? I best test it later. Have I ever used it on Clary before? Thinking about it, I haven't actually. Perhaps, it doesn't work on her because we're related. I move the matter of my faulty demon blood aside and start applying the iratze, the wound closes instantly. "Here, all better," I look up at my sister and add pleadingly, "Please tell me, What did I do?"

"Jon, you were...you were in a trance of sorts. I woke up and you were on me, caging me in and you wouldn't let me go. Your eyes were pitch black and I'm not sure what you were doing, but I guess Jace found you on top of me and thought you were hurting me. Which you weren't by the way. He rushed towards us and tried pulling you off me, but you attacked him. You had him pinned to the wall and your fingertips were impaling his chest. I thought that you were going to rip his heart out. I panicked, so I sliced my arm open and it worked. You were more interested in my blood. Now I don't know why, but it worked Jon. You got distracted and started drinking from me and Jace obviously saw and it's weirded him out. He thought you got turned into a vampire or something. Anyway, we need to come up with a good cover story, ok? He promised to stay quiet until tomorrow, so we have some time to figure things out.

I'm silent. A million thoughts are rushing through my mind. I was dreaming about Clary and obviously that had brought me to her. That and how I felt about her last night. God if not for Jace, I would have forced myself on her. That's why I was on top of her. Luckily it didn't get anywhere, thanks to the idiot. Obviously, he can be of use on the odd occasion. The blood makes sense. Demons drink the blood of creatures they feel connected to. It's a mating thing and sometimes it happens during intercourse. That's why sex always makes me blood thirsty and I get the urge to mark the other person. Like the girl from the club. But Clary, she's not my mate and we aren't having sex…my demon just got confused during my trance, right? That's it. But Jace, he's seen. It's too late. I must leave. I'm once again a danger to Clary. That much is clear. I look up at her. My beautiful sister. There's a single thought forming in the back of my mind, telling me how cruel the universe is for giving me the one person I can never have. I feel so confused and disgusted, but also thankful that Jace showed up in time. But he's seen. It's too late now. I think I need to leave. I look at my sister, my angel. How I will miss her. But it's for the best.

"Jon, are you listening to me?"

I nod and look at her lovingly. "Clary, I think it's time for me to leave. There is nothing that will make this better. Not even you can talk my way out of this."

She starts to shake her head vigorously. "No. No. Don't you dare leave! Promise me you'll try. Let's, let's tell him that you were cursed as a child and sometimes you get these hallucinations at night, and only the blood of a relative can pull you out of it."

I bark out laughing. "Fuck, Clary. Stop being ludicrous. He won't believe it. Jace is an idiot, but he won't fall for this."

"He will! Just trust me ok. If he doesn't, then we'll leave together. But I promise you that he'll believe me. Ok?"

I study her carefully and the vision of the two of us leaving together looks a lot more enticing. I'm such a weakling. I'm selfish. I know better than to indulge her, but I want this to work. I nod my head in agreement and she jumps up and down the bed excitedly. She's so innocent, it hurts sometimes. She grins at me, "You'll see, it'll be fine!"

It's then that I see the bruising around her neck. I move forward to brush her long hair aside, "Clary, what's this?" I start to shake out of anger, "Did I do this?" I try to get up to leave, but she keeps me in a tight grip and pulls me back down.

"Stop it!" She barks at me angrily. "You were sleepwalking. You didn't know where you were. I'm fine! Stop with this self blaming stuff, ok? I Promise I'm fine!" She smiles at me then and I want to believe her. I get up to leave, "Won't you stay with me, Jon?"

She looks at me with her beautiful meadow eyes. I can't. I shake my head, "I think, it's best we keep some distance, don't you?"

She looks at me as if she wants to argue the fact. But she lets me go. Thank Raziel.

A/N: How did you like it? I probably won't update now until after Christmas, so have a good one!