Hihi, pretty people! My beautiful twitter people voted on a vampire Clace fic, so here we go, we have vampire Clace! Thank you to those who wished me a happy birthday last week, ahhh, you're so sweet. Also, for those who have been asking about my ko-fi, wanting to commission me to write fics or would like to know a bit more about what I have planned in the future, twitter is the better place to do this, because I'm notttt the most active in checking my messages on here, but I promise I still do! It just takes me a little longer :)
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Tags/Triggers: Alternate Universe | Vampires | Dom/Sub Undertones | Explicit Sexual Content | Dominant Clary | Sire Clary | Blood Play… because, well vampires?
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, or the title, which comes from Give In To Me by Garret Hedlund and Leighton Meester.
There was always tension when another coven was passing through their territory, whether it was just for a day, or if they were going to be visiting for longer than that. Even when they were a coven that the Morgenstern coven had a strong affiliation with, there was always an underlying tension, even just a slight one, that came from another coven being in their space. It was worse when it was Camille Belcourt's coven, because they did not have a strong affiliation, their truce was fragile at best, something that neither of the two heads of the covens were particularly willing to work on. It had gotten worse almost one hundred years ago when one of the vampires in the Morgenstern coven had taken a lover who used to be with Camille.
Their name was Magnus Bane and they had had a long history with Camille because even though they weren't a vampire, they were an incredibly powerful warlock who had been alive for longer than a lot of vampires. The way that their relationship had ended hadn't been good but they had made it work with distance, but when she had found out that they were involved with another vampire, she hadn't reacted well. Not that she had any say over who Magnus got involved with, but it just so happened that there wasn't the best relationship between her coven and Clarissa Morgenstern, who had been leading the Morgenstern coven for the past hundred years, and had known Camille since both of them had still been young vampires. It was plain jealousy and her own ego that Camille couldn't get over when it came to Magnus and Alec Lightwood's relationship, but there was just something even more competitive when it came down to Camille and Clarissa.
Thankfully, things hadn't gotten pushed past the tense stage. Camille and the three guards that she had brought with her who were part of her harem only stayed the three nights that they had said that they would, speaking with a couple of witches in the north end of their territory about some business that apparently had to be conducted face-to-face. Clarissa hadn't been too happy when she had first been notified by Camille's coven that they wished to come onto their territory and stay for a short while, but it seemed as though it had gone smoothly, and Jace Herondale, Alec and several other guards had just returned from escorting them to the edge of their territory lines and even though they had notified Isabelle Lightwood the moment Camille and her guards had left the territory, it wasn't until they were back at the manor that the tension fully just...Let go.
It wasn't a party, exactly, that they were having, but the main rooms of the manor where the coven lived got a bit louder than they usually did. The lights were dim and the music was loud, and the smell of sex and blood was strong in the air.
"Everything went alright?" Clarissa asked, her eyes on where Alec was approaching Magnus, who was standing with Isabelle and a couple of werewolves who were part of their coven. Even though it had been a couple of days that Camille had been in town, Clarissa had said that she wanted Magnus to keep their distance, make sure that they stayed away from her because she just didn't want to risk anything flaring up.
But tonight, before Camille had left...Magnus hadn't been able to help themselves, especially since Alec was one of the guards who would be escorting Camille off the territory. Their make up was absolutely flawless, although it wasn't as though there was ever any flaw to be found in their make up, but the outfit they had chosen to wrap themselves in was more extravagant than usual, all black and gold and dripping lace. Camille's face when she had been met Clarissa at the front gates of the manor to bid her farewell, her eyes had fallen on Magnus, the anger had been clear.
Magnus had loved it.
Clarissa had been able to taste his glee in the air, and she had stifled her smile behind her red curls as she ducked her head forward, before smoothing out her expression and exchanging pleasantries with the other coven leader. Camille had left with her shoulders stiff, and there had been a moment at the large gates where she had paused and looked back at them, and Isabelle and Maia Roberts had both tensed behind her, but then she had kept walking, until she had disappeared from sight, and Jace and Alec had followed after them with their guards.
She was glad they were back now.
For more reasons than one.
"They left with no problems..." Jace's voice was quiet as his eyes remained ahead, always so alert, even when he didn't have to be, never letting down his guard when around his Queen. "Although Camille made it clear that she still wanted Magnus." Clarissa's nostrils flared in annoyance, and her fingers tensed. She leaned back in the elegant throne that was elevated in one corner of the room, the high back draped in black silks and her fingers curling into the red velvet of the arms. Jace's eyes flicked back, looking down to where she was tensing, and licked his lower lip before looking forward again. "She won't do anything. We handled it," his voice was level, deep...Calming. Clarissa's eyes moved to him and she purposefully relaxed her hands, knowing that he would instantly feel the shift.
And he did—she saw the way his shoulders slumped slightly where they were just above eye level for her, from where he was down a few steps from her throne, just as she had expected. She knew Jace well.
Of course she did.
She was his sire, and he had been by her side for nearly two hundred years now.
She knew him almost better than she knew himself.
"Alec doesn't look concerned," Clarissa noted as she looked down to where Alec had his arms wrapped around Magnus, his mouth pressed against his neck from where they were dancing closely together. With the heavy smell of blood and sex in the air, it wasn't going to be long before their were hints of blood running down Magnus' throat. And if Alec was comfortable enough to let go, if he felt that his mate was safe, and Jace was saying that it was handled, then Clarissa trusted their judgement.
"She's long gone," Jace confirmed and Clarissa nodded her head as her eyes swept the room slowly, taking in her coven. She could feel Jace's eyes on her, his head slightly turned to the side so that he could look back at her, and a small satisfied smile curled the corners, always loving the attention that Jace gave her. He couldn't help himself, and she understood the pull, because she felt it toward him, but she couldn't help the way she stretched out her neck slightly, making it look longer and more inviting before her eyes flicked to meet Jace's. His gaze was steady as their eyes met, and his lips tugged in a slight smirk in response.
"You don't seem to be doing a very good job at guarding your Queen," Clarissa noted with amusement, and they both knew it was a joke because Jace was hyperaware of every single threat in the room who might get close to Clarissa, and he would put his life down for her in a second.
"I didn't realize you had any issues with my guarding skills," Jace's eyebrow quirked. "Do you think I require more training?" Clarissa's smile shifted, becoming more dangerous, especially since there was a hint of one of her sharp fangs showing.
"Stop flirting, do your job," she told him, waving a painted fingernail back out over where their coven was dancing.
"Yes, my Queen," Jace was still smiling as he turned to look back out at the celebrations.
It wasn't until the warning of dusk came, that things began to slow down, the coven leaving the main hall and making their way up to their rooms. Clarissa had red staining her lips now from tumbler she had been drinking from, they were no longer red from dark lipstick she had been wearing, rather from the tainted wine. She was one of the last ones to leave the large hall, leaving behind some humans that were trusted to look over their manor while they were asleep, along with several werewolf and a witch who weren't going to bed with them.
Jace's footfalls were only a steps behind her as they walked up the stairwell to the West side of the manor where Clarissa's chambers were. Both of their sensitive ears could hear things that were happening on the other side of the doors that they passed by, but none of it was surprising and things that they hadn't heard before.
There was a guard outside Clarissa's chambers, a vampire would stay through the night hours and would switch out to another supernatural being in their coven who could stay awake through the day time hours, so it was Meliorn Hassouné, a seelie, who was standing on guard. He nodded at Clarissa, and then at Jace as he opened the door and held it for both of them to pass through, Clarissa sweeping through first with the sheer black train of the skirt she was wearing trailing on the carpeted ground as she walked toward, Jace's gait a lot more purposeful and heavy, still wearing the boots that he had been wearing when he had escorted Camille and her people out of the territory.
The two were quiet in the bedroom, as Jace locked the door behind them, and then double checked that the curtains and metal shutters were firmly in place over the windows, despite the fact that these were all securely closed. When he turned around, Clarissa was sitting no the edge of the large, four poster bed, head tilted to the side with her curled, red hair falling over her shoulder, her figure on display in the tight black body suit she was wearing under the sheer skirt that fell from her narrow waist. Jace approached her slowly, his steps measured across the plush carpet, before he was directly in front of her, and Clarissa arched an eyebrow at him as their eyes met.
In human years, their ages weren't that different, Jace was actually a year older than her, in human years, but that wasn't something that was important.
Clary had been alive for nearly five hundred years, and she had turned many vampires in her time, but Jace was different.
He was special.
The bond that her and Jace had...She'd never shared that with anyone before.
And she never wanted to share it with anyone again.
Clarissa lifted a foot and extended it toward him, where the black stiletto was strapped around her delicate, pale ankle and without dropping his gaze, Jace was kneeling down in front of her, his cool fingers sliding over the thin skin of her ankle before finding the straps of her shoe and beginning to expertly undo them before he was sliding off her shoe and putting it down on the ground beside them. Clarissa didn't say anything as she put her foot down, into the carpet, and lifted the other foot, and Jace did the same thing, taking off her other shoe and putting it to the side before lowering her foot to the carpet, and remaining on his knees in front of her.
"Make me feel good?" The end of the words lilted up slightly, as though in a question, but both of them knew it was more of a statement, one that Jace was more than happy to comply with. A smile curled his lips, showing off both of his upper fangs clearly for the first time before he was leaning forward.
Despite his impatience, he didn't tear through the flimsy skirt that she was wearing, the sheer black skirt that hung down over her thighs and knees and down to her ankles, but he slowly began pushing it up, so that he had a completely unobstructed view of her pale skin. Clarissa's chin dipped forward to watch as he leaned forward, his eyes raised to look at her through his thick eyelashes as he pressed a kiss to her knee. His lips were soft against her skin, his fangs carefully kept tucked behind them, one of his hands travelling up her calf, nails gently scratching as he reached behind her knees and dug his fingers in.
Clarissa's eyes began to burn red as she looked down at him, biting down on her bottom lip as she stared down at him, and if she needed to breathe, now would be the time that her breaths would start getting heavier and a little out of control, as both hands now gripped under her knees and began pulling her thighs apart. But it had been so long ago that Clarissa had been human, the days when her breathing had gotten shaky through sex were just a whisper in her memory.
Jace didn't rip at her body suit as his thumbs kept travelling upwards, pressing into the muscle of Clarissa's thigh, nails digging in slightly, but nowhere near hard enough to break the skin, even though it would be so easy for him. But even though there were times when things were rough and they were tearing each others clothes off right from the start and their teeth and nails were pulling at each others skin, there were other times it was very clear who was the one in charge, who was the older one, who was the more powerful, and that Jace was in submission to her, not just as his Queen, but also as his sire, and also their commitment to each other in their relationship, no matter how unusual it may be, given who they were.
As his thumbs began pressing against the elastic of the bodysuit, that edged over her hips, Clarissa's eyes properly shifted, burning a deep red as one of her fangs pierced into her lower lip, and the scent of her blood bloomed into the air.
Jace's eyes narrowed and instantly shifted into a similar, responding red, and his nostrils flared at the smell of her blood, which was the best smell in the world for him.
"Clary..." his voice came out levels deeper than it had been before, his nails pressing painfully into the tender inner skin of her thighs as they got closer to the crotch of her body suit. "Fuck," he sounded almost pained as he stared up at her, and that was a particular sound that she loved running through his voice, making her smile in a playful way.
"Yeah, baby?" She asked, her voice lilting and light and so sweet that it made Jace's head swim in a way that no one else ever could. "You thirsty?" She asked, and she tugged at her lip before releasing it from the grip of her fang, and a drop of blood spilled down, over her lip and down her chin, staining her pale skin in vivid red droplet that had the dark veins under Jace's eyes beginning to rise with not only his arousal, but his bloodlust.
"Yes," Jace replied, and even though his large hands were gripping her smaller hips, and his body was so much larger and muscular than hers, knelt before where she was sitting on their bed, it was clear who was in charge.
Clarissa reveled with her power, while Jace thrived with his submission.
They held the position for a moment, the tension palpable in the air as Clarissa's lip healed itself, stopping the fresh flow of blood and making Jace want to whimper, but he held it back, not moving as he waited...Waited.
And then Clarissa nodded.
Jace's movements were so fast they were a blur, finally tearing at her clothes. His fingers shredded the flimsy black skirt, Clarissa's petite body being pushed back onto the bed, a gasp coming from her, her red lips curled upwards as Jace blanketed himself over her body, pinning her down against the bed in a way that had her smirking. He pulled back slightly, just enough so that his eyes could dip down to look at the blood that was tacky on her chin and then they were looking back up, their burning eyes meeting each others.
Then he was licking at the blood on her chin, and the growl that left his throat wasn't human.
The flicks of his tongue were thorough as he cleaned her chin, and Clarissa's eyes rolled back, her long, thick eyelashes flickering and back arching off the bed and pressing her body against Jace's.
One of her hands was pinned above her head by Jace's hand, his fingers banded firmly down against the silk of the duvet covers underneath her, but her other was free at her side, and it curved around to pull at the shoulders of the jacket he was wearing. It was leather and reinforced material, and Jace pulled back just enough to shrug it off, and then her cool hand was gripping at his shirt, her fingers tearing through it, shredding the material easily and making Jace let out an amused huff as he stared down at her with glowing eyes. Clarissa grinned back at him, and even though she could easily pull her hand away, she liked where it was trapped under his bigger one, although that didn't stop her from shredding through his shirt even more, from the neckline and downwards, to the hem, the slash gaping open and leaving his back bare. Then her nails turned inwards, scratching at Jace's back and breaking the skin, and drawing another growl from Jace, his lips pulling back and displaying his fangs clearly to her.
Clarissa bared her fangs back, her head pulling off the bed, her red curls splayed out around her face, and Jace faltered, his eyes widening as though surprised, but then his eyes were widening even more at the cool air touching his skin now that he was exposed.
All it took was Clarissa looping her leg around his waist and exerting just the tiniest amount of her strength, and it was more than enough to flip them over, so that Clarissa was perched over Jace on his waist, with a sly smirk on her face as she was perched over his waist, her thighs tight on either side.
"Taste good, baby?" She asked as she looked down to where there was a smear of blood on his bottom lip from where he had licked it off her chin.
"Always," Jace's voice came out in a rasp and Clarissa's smirk grew.
"Let me taste you," she murmured, and Jace was tipping his head back instantly, exposing his throat straight away, and the dark veins under Clarissa's eyes instantly began to lift, the bloodlust clear, before suddenly she was lunging forward, her body a blur before her fangs were sinking into Jace's neck, a flash of pain before there was only pleasure and Clarissa was drinking deeply. Jace groaned, his hips thrusting upwards against Clarissa, trying to chase after how good it felt while still stretching his head back to give her his neck, and Clarissa groaned before she pulled back, blood spilling from the corners of her mouth, eyes closing as she savored the taste—although her body was being thrown backwards a moment later when Jace was throwing her off and climbing over her.
Clarissa giggled, suddenly looking like a delicate twenty-three year old underneath Jace as she was pressed into the pillows and he was braced over her, and Jace stared at her for a moment, and the love in his eyes shone through the bright red as their eyes met, but then his eyes dropped lower, to where her mouth was stained with his blood, and his movements shifted back to almost feral. He tore open her bodysuit, and underneath—underneath there was nothing.
There was just Clarissa.
Jace's eyes were burning as he looked up at her and she just smiled, even though her icy body felt hot with the way he touched her. She had been with too many lovers for her to count in her life time—other vampires, sirens, fae, warlocks—and none of them had ever made her feel the way that Jace did. That included the other vampires that she had sired in her years being alive—Alec and Isabelle being among those as well—but the way that she felt toward them...It was so completely different with Jace. It always had been, and it always would be.
He tore apart her bodysuit as though it was personally offending him, throwing the shredded fabric off the side of the bed, and Clarissa couldn't help the way she giggled again, her body rolling slightly, before he was pulling back so that he could take her all in.
"Want a bite, baby?" Clarissa asked, almost teasingly, beginning to lift her chin, and Jace's fangs were bared as he looked down at her pale throat, over her collarbones, to her bare breasts and her nipples that were hard and pebbled.
"Yes," Jace exhaled heavily, his eyes shining such a bright red, and the smear of red on his bottom lip too much for her to ignore. Clarissa pulled herself up to lick at the smudge of blood, smiling at the quiet growl from deep in Jace's throw, before she was letting herself fall back onto the pillows and turning her head to the side completely.
Jace didn't hesitate before he was burying his fangs in her throat.
Clarissa's hiss, and her expression of pain was much briefer than Jace's, and then she was letting out a delighted laugh and curling forward, one of her legs snaking around his and Jace's teeth sunk deeper into her throat, letting out a growl at her slight shift in movement as he pinned her in place, his hair tickling under her nose. It was only pure, white-hot pleasure that was coursing through Clarissa's veins now as Jace drank from her, and he was messy.
Fuck, she loved it.
He wasn't as messy as he was when he was a fledgling, that was something else completely different, but it had been a tense past couple of days and so they hadn't been able to spend much time together recreationally. Because of that, they hadn't slept together, and they hadn't drunk from each other, and even though it was common for them to go days, sometimes weeks without drinking from each other—especially Clarissa, who only needed to feed every few months if she really had to make herself last—they usually didn't make themselves wait. Usually when they went to bed together at dawn, they fed from each other if they hadn't already done so at some point through the day, especially Jace, because he was insatiable.
But when things were uncertain, that took the backseat until they were safe.
And now that they were…
Dark red rivulets of blood trailed down Clarissa's neck, over her collarbones, dipping down between her cleavage, from where they were escaping the corners of Jace's mouth. Usually he was a lot cleaner when drinking, although not as clean as Clarissa who barely spilled a drop, but he was clearly needy tonight, and Clarissa didn't mind. She indulged him, her head turned to the side, her leg tight around his as her nostrils flared at the smell of blood filling the room. It smelt so good, and she was so wet, and she rolled herself up against Jace as he drank, making little whining-growling noises against her, his nose burying itself in her skin, breathing in her scent until finally, she'd had enough.
"Come on, baby," Clarissa's voice was impatient but fond as her long fingers twined in his shaggy hair, nails scratching at his scalp before she was giving his head a sharp tug. "Want you to fuck me." Jace's mouth was smeared in blood when he was pulled back and she clicked her tongue as she smirked. "Such a mess," she grinned and Jace's eyes flared red at her, at the slightly condescending tone, but she felt the way he was vibrating on top of her, just as turned on as she was. "Come on," she repeated, this time her smirk melting into something that managed to get Jace to move even faster.
A pout, her lower lip pooching out slightly.
Jace only hesitated a millisecond before he was lunging forward, and his fangs were sinking into her lower lip, piercing through the flesh there and spilling blood down her chin as her hands ripped at his pants. They worked together well, fast and a blur but obviously coordinated and well in sync with one another, a pair who had spent countless years getting to know one another, and were going to spend countless more.
Clarissa was a mess underneath Jace, blood smeared from her mouth and down her chin from her lips which were already healed, and Jace's nostrils were flaring and his eyes were glowing as he braced himself over her and looked down proudly at the mess he had made. His eyes swept over the blood, where it continued, smudged over her collarbones and chest and she shook her head playfully at him, before rolling her hips purposefully and arching an eyebrow.
She didn't need to ask again.
Jace shifted onto his knees and was lifting Clarissa's hips before he was pulling her down onto his cock, filling her up with a brutal thrust.
It wasn't often that Clarissa made much noise, and the high pitched whine she let out as she was filled and Jace began an unrelenting rhythm of pulling her down on his cock was one that satisfied Jace on a primal level and Clarissa's body just—she went limp in Jace's arms, letting him completely take over, which wasn't something that always happened. The instant that Jace felt the give, that he felt her body give way underneath him and just relax in his arms, he became almost feral, and that was when Clarissa got even louder.
Her moans and sighs and the sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, and Jace's eyes were glowing the brightest red that they had been in days. The veins under his eyes were rising, becoming more and more vivid, even though he had just drank from Clarissa moments before, and as she gasped and opened her own glowing red eyes, she smirked up at the hungry look on Jace's face.
"Bite me, baby," she managed to gasp out, even as Jace was manhandling her at a relentless pace and her hair was becoming more and more messed up around her face.
Jace didn't need to be told twice before he was lunging forward and his teeth were sinking into her neck, messier than it had been before, and it meant that his fangs sinking into his neck weren't as clean and the pain was more, but—she didn't care. The euphoric wave crashed over her as quickly as the flash of pain, and she felt dampness spill down her neck as Jace sucked at her messily, and all she did was lay there and let him take, because it just felt so fucking good to let go. And it was only with Jace—only ever with Jace that she could completely let go.
"More," she gasped out, and her nails dragged across Jace's back as his fangs got deeper, digging in until her nose was filled with the satisfying smell of his blood, blooming fresh in the air.
The way that Jace loved her was brutal, and dangerous, and animalistic, and never ending, and she clung to him as he fucked her.
"You close, Clary?" Jace's words sounded slightly slurred and pained in her ear, his nose nuzzling just underneath it, at her messy clutch of hair, and his fangs were withdrawn from her neck, but his tongue was lapping at the blood that was leaking from the small puncture wounds. His tongue was so velvety and wet, and the euphoric feeling was making her veins sing and her mind buzz.
"Yes, baby," Clarissa hissed out. "Just—need to taste you." Jace let out a groan as he pushed himself up on his palms, his hips still thrusting and filling her with his cock, before he was twisting his head to the side and presenting his neck to her. The tiny bite marks had already healed, and there was only a small smudge of blood across his neck from where she had fed from him earlier, completely different from the eager mess that he had made over her, but this time, Clarissa's bite was harder, deeper, more vicious, filled with more lust and Jace let out a choked sound as his hips jerked. The poison from her bite filled him quickly, any pain disappearing in an instant as the endorphins flooded through him and suddenly his body was curling forward as he groaned low and deep, and she knew….She knew that he was spilling inside her.
And it just made his blood taste even sweeter, and it was enough to have colours exploding behind her eyelids as she came, her jaw clenching and teeth digging in a little deeper as she tightened around Jace's cock.
Jace could have cleaned them up quickly, within a few seconds even in his dazed state, but Clarissa was more alert than him, and she smiled up at his glazed expression as she gave him a kiss on his bloodstained lips before rolling him over with a simple flick of her thighs. She had them clean within a blink of an eye, before the lights were off, and the shutters were triple checked, because the sun was going to be rising at any moment now, and then she was sliding back between the sheets, next to a completely clean and very satiated Jace. His body was cool under her palm as she rested it over his chest, empty of a heartbeat but full of love for her as he pressed a kiss to the crown of her head.
"I love you, baby," Clarissa whispered.
"I love you, too."
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