This is the chapter we've all been waiting for...the rating is now officially 'M'!Don't get too excited though...because...well, you'll see.
Also, guess what? Today's my birthday! *crickets* but anyway, this is my birthday present to you, so enjoy. And review, that could be your present to me.
Oh, and, I refer to Gabriel as blond...if he's actually brunet, sorry _ I haven't read TID in a while so...yeah.
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Roonilwazlibross: Wow okay -laugh- thanks, I hope it was happy crying...and good job on your story! (again, "How To Bake Cookies With Your Parabatai" a Heronstairs fluff)
What was so intriguing about the Herondale boy-William, William, Will-that Gabriel Lightwood could barely keep his eyes off of him?
He wasn't just a boy, he was the boy, the one all girls wanted, and, the one that many guys admitted, would turn gay for. Gabel both understood and didn't. William was beautiful, yes-unruly jet black hair and ruddy skin and oh, those beautiful blue eyes-but he was a bastard.
No, the bastard of all bastard.
Maybe he hated Will because he was able to match his temper.
Maybe it was because of his beauty.
Maybe it was because Gabriel could never have him.
Yes, that was it. He was
Forbidden.
Especially since he had that girl, Tessa.
Tuesday, May 14, 1878 was certainly a strange day for Gabriel Lightwood. He had woken up to find that his bed-sheets were covered in an off-white stain, thanks to a very pleasurable dream about...him, William Herondale, Will. (Gabriel had to smile just thinking about it)
Then he found that Gabriel was gone, with Sophie.
Yes, that Sophie. The maid of, of course, Will.
He had gone to Blackfriars Bridge, only to find (of course) Will's parabatai and his fiancee. He'd promptly went home and went riding.
Where he nearly lost Mercury, his favorite horse. Which was surprising, because Mercury usually obeyed Gabriel's every command.
Yes. It had been a very strange day.
Gabriel contemplated this at about 9 pm, walking absentmindedly wherever his feet were to take him. And then his eyes and mouth were covered and he was shoved into an alley. He kicked out behind him and there was a gasp, and he was let go, only to be pinned against the wall by none other than
"Will!" he gasped out.
The other grinned, cheeks flushed, eyes too bright. And all of Gabriel's intentions to escape disappeared as soon as Will's lips crashed down on his. He tasted good. Of alcohol and cigars and there was an undertone of pure Will:, something heady and sweet and dangerous, almost like a poison.
Will pulled back, then sighed, laying his forehead on Gabriel's shoulder. "Gabriel, you know I'm not going to stop."
Said boy nodded, limp, accepting. "I know. Make it good, okay?"
Of course, he could have easily fought off the half-drunken Will, but...this had to be a dream. Will was the straightest boy around, he loved Tessa...but there was that crippled parabatai of his...
Could Will really...no. There was Tessa. Will was a heartbreaker, but, he truly loved her. Gabriel knew it from the way Gideon said Sophie's name, from the way Jem looked at Tessa, from the way Henry's eyes melted when he saw Charlotte. It was the same with Will.
And yet, here Will was, and here Gabriel was, and-
"Why?" Gabriel managed, turning his head to rid himself of those soft lips and that delicious tongue. Will, undeterred, merely moved down and began to lick and suck on his neck.
"I assume you mean why I'm..." Will languidly rolled his hips into Gabriel's, who gasped as he felt a hardness against his leg.
"Yes!"
"I'm drunk and horny. You obviously want me, and you're a virgin." Will slurred, (so that it sounded more like: I'm drun'an'orny. Y'obviously wan'me, an'yera virgin) hands tracing firey trails under Gabriel's shirt, bringing it up and over the younger boy's head.
"Won't someone see?" Gabriel bit his lip, trembling, as Will moved down to map out the blond's chest with teeth and tongue.
"Dunno, don' care." Will's voice was slightly muffled against the line where skin met cloth, and Gabriel realized that his and Will's hands were fumbling for the button, and then the offending trousers were off and by the Angel, where did Will learn how to do that-
Gabriel gasped, eyes shooting open as that delicious warmth left. "Will!"
Said boy turned and grinned lazily, pausing from where he was walking (with a slight stumble) away. "Yes?" he drawled.
Gabriel struggled out of his pants completely, awkwardly running after the raven and shoving him against the alley wall, face against bricks. "You are not leaving. I'm the hardest I've ever been and you're going to satisfy me now!" Gabriel bit sharply on Will's neck, sucking as he tasted blood, and Will arched against him with a low cry.
"I'll let you top, just this once." Will panted, hands struggling to tug down his trousers, and then Gabriel spun him around and Will's lips pressed into his, and now Gabriel was against the wall, and he was almost frantically grinding his hips into Will's in a vain effort to relieve the almost painful pressure, but it (if possible) only made him harder.
Will laughed against Gabriel's jaw, and the Lightwood scowled and shoved three fingers into the Herondale's mouth. Who gasped and gagged, but soon regained composure and sucked with the same skill as before, and Gabriel almost came right then; merely pulled his fingers away.
"Jem is a brilliant teacher, I see." Will murmured.
Emerald eyes went wide in disbelief, and azure danced wickedly. "Let's see if you're better than him."
Which should have, would have, disgusted Gabriel, but only made him want Will more. And maybe, just maybe Jem.
"You're slow." Will nudged Gabriel, and then his face contorted in pain as he-
Oh, by the Angel...definitely the hardest he'd ever been.
"William Herondale, if you don't hurry and get those fingers out of you, I swear I'm going to do you like this."
Lidded cerulean eyes danced. "Ooh, Gabey's getting kinky...I like it..." he leaned in and nipped Gabriel's lower lip and the younger leaned into him, dimly noticing that both of Will's arms were coiled around his neck. Which meant...
Gabriel ripped away from Will, roughly turning him and pinning him against the wall, not even warning him as he forcibly rocked his hips against Will's.
Sleep was settling over Gabriel like a warm blanket, and then Will turned to harshly bite at the Lightwood's earlobe before whispering, "You're much better than Jem, and...for the record, I wasn't that drunk."
Jem turned to Gideon, eyes unreadable, face flushed. "That was..."
Gideon nodded, staring at his younger brother, curled in Will's arms. "Unbelievably, incredibly hot."
Alternate End:
When Will woke, he realized three things:
1) He had a splitting headache.
2) Gabriel was wrapped in his arms.
3) They were both naked, and there was a suspicious-looking dried off-white stain between his legs.
He ran a hand through his hair and let out a long sigh, eyes closed, a soft smile on his face as he remembered. Then he grimaced. "I swear, I am never drinking again."
The sad news is, this is the last chapter of Forbidden (and if I do write more, then JK!) Know why? Because I've run out of couplings. So if you want more, refer to chapter 2. Thanks