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After he cleaned up the dishes—which he didn't, really, Magnus was very helpful in that aspect, using his magic to move them to his sink, although he'd still have to clean them later but it was helpful all the same considering there were a lot of plates and cups and empty platters—everyone gathered in his living room, a not very lived in living room. It was actually pretty boring looking at it now, compared to his bedroom and bathroom that were filled with his things. It wasn't like he had much company in the past to have it look nice for or anything.

"So...is this really your place?" Sirius asked. He sat on the couch with Remus and Magnus on either side, then Alec next to the warlock. In his hand was a glass of wine Magnus had gladly shared, and he had said when Sirius asked for one, "nobody enjoys drinking wine with me anymore. It's all about the hard liquor."

Jace sat on a smaller couch with Harry, and Isabelle, being the only lady, took his recliner—a very expensive one that he got for his birthday last year.

"Yeah, it's my place. Why do you ask?"

Sirius had a grin on his face Jace found similar to the kinds of grins tricksters got. "I don't see any weapons lying around."

Jace smirked. "As if I would keep them lying around. Anyone could easily pick them up and use one; I don't like sharing my blades willingly or not."

Isabelle nodded. "It's true. He never shared his toys with us."

Alec agreed. "I let him borrow my dagger once, a really priceless one, and he let demon get slime all over it. And I was not going to use that again."

Jace remembered that dagger. It was a pretty weapon, with jewels from across the waters that were found relics by Shadowhunter's. To be honest, the jewels it shouldn't have been put onto a weapon, but it did look cool. The dagger was sharper than a mundane scalpel and could cut through the thickest of demons skins but Jace had made the mistake of tossing it at a demon that secreted slime and pus and Alec vowed to let it burn with the demon, and Jace caught it ablaze later, sighing in sadness along with his brother of a good weapon lost.

Harry chuckled. "That reminds me when Sirius let an ogre loose and it swallowed his wand."

Sirius shivered. "Had to get it back, so I tore the ogre open with my spare wand and it exploded and my wand hit me in the face, covered with green blood and guts and slimy shit." He shivered again.

Everyone laughed.

"But enough talking about demon and ogre guts, I want dessert!" Sirius exclaimed.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Siri, it's only been 10 minutes since dinner."

"This is a routine by the way," Remus said, grinning when his partner nudged him in the ribs. "Sirius's stomach is an endless pit."

Magnus set his wine on Jace's little table in front of the couch. "Well, I suppose I could go for some dessert."

"Fine, fine," Harry sighed. He sat up, and Jace avoided looking at his backside with great difficulty. He caught Alec's eyes and his brother sent him a stupid smile, to which Jace flipped him off.

The dessert was a pie. An amazing, delicious, apple pie that Harry had made from scratch. Jace was just glad to know what it was, but even more glad to eat it. Everyone, even Isabelle who ate so little, ate the whole piece with melted ice cream on top.

Harry blushed at the compliments like he didn't know he was a great baker, and it was obvious he was because that pie rivaled any he'd seen on TV. Not that he watched cooking shows by his self; usually it was at Magnus's.

Jace kissed Harry, tasting the cinnamon and apple on his lips and tongue, and smiled with his eyes. "It was amazing, love. You'll have to cook it for me again sometime."

Harry nodded, cheeks still tinted pink. "Y-yeah, 'course I will."

"You better not turn my Harry into a housewife, Shadowhunter," Sirius growled.

Harry took Jace's hand. He smiled at Sirius and said, "I've already taken the job."

"Can I get you an apron?" Jace asked, watching Sirius spurt out incomprehensible words in shock.

"Only if it says 'Kiss the cook', anything else wouldn't be up to par."

"You can borrow mine if you'd like," Magnus said.

Harry shook his head at the warlock, and his eyes reminded Jace of Sirius's earlier, gleaming with mischief. "No, I don't do borrowed." He waved his hand.

"I know just the store to get one!" Isabelle said with a wide grin. "At the mall there's this beautiful shop, I go there all the time to get new pans and cute little things for the kitchen."

"Why?" Jace and Alec asked monotonously.

Isabelle gritted her teeth, her hand twitching at her side where her whip lay wrapped around her arm under her sleeve. The mood was killed, turned from teasing to tense with the sense of battle lurking once Isabelle went for her whip. Jace saw Sirius and Remus stiffen, and Harry gripped his hand tightly. Everyone in the room had been in a war, of course they were tense. Tense, but ready, if the need to battle called, which it wouldn't because Jace knew Izzy wouldn't pull that whip out unless it was really necessary. When she was offended she took it right to heart, and Jace knew he was a jerk to say things to her about how awful her cooking skills were—they were very, very bad—but she shouldn't take things so seriously all the time.

So he said that to her. "Iz, really, don't take things so seriously. It was a joke." He motioned his eyes at the two next to Magnus.

Isabelle seemed to catch on. She took a deep breath and her hand inched away from her arm and she nodded. "Sorry," she said, specifically to the two older men sitting on the couch.

They both shrugged it away.

Harry tucked his body in close to Jace's side with a soft sigh. Jace's arm naturally came around Harry's waist to keep him there.

"Aww!" Isabelle grinned. "You're so cute, Jace."

Harry titled his head up to look at him from its place on Jace's shoulder, which probably wasn't all that comfortable. "You are cute," he whispered.

Jace couldn't help himself. "You're cuter."

Harry smiled. "No, you are."

"You are cuter than I am, my love, by far."

"God, don't end up being one of those mushy teenage couples you see all over the place," Magnus muttered.

The weird part was that he couldn't tell if he did that to be funny or if he really was turning out to be one of the mushy couples. Honestly though, he didn't mind.

"Shut it, Magnus," he said. "I remember when you and Alec went to the mall at Christmas and Alec told me—"

"Jace, please," Alec begged.

"You two kept making gooey eyes at each other while waiting in line to see Santa. That's mushy."

Sirius choked on his wine. "You went to see Santa?" he asked between laughter.

"He made me!" Alec shouted. "I hate the mall, why would I—"

Magnus huffed. "You wanted to see the 'sexy elves', remember, darling?"

Jace and Harry both laughed loudly, clinging to each other. Isabelle joined in after a second and Remus tried not to, Jace could see him covering his mouth, but couldn't help himself. Sirius was crying in his energetic laughing. And his poor, embarrassed parabatai was sinking in his seat, as red as the wine in Magnus's glass.

The laughing died down to little giggles, and then suddenly Remus exclaimed, "Oh, we have to get going." He was looking at Jace's wall clock above his TV.

"Why?" Jace asked.

"My boy, Teddy, was staying with Andromeda, his aunt, but she could only watch him for so long. We have to pick him up in a couple hours and get back home."

Jace first wondered how Remus had a kid when he was with Sirius, because even if some wizards could bear children, male or female, werewolf children could not be housed in an actual werewolf's body; it was dangerous during the full moon and the risk of the child dying or becoming seriously hurt was extremely high. Then he wondered why they'd be picking up a kid at midnight, which would be in a couple hours.

"It's so late," Isabelle commented.

"Not where she is," Sirius said. "Different time zone."

Harry squeezed his arms, which had wrapped themselves around Jace's waist behind and in front of him on the sofa, and he pressed his face into his shirt. Jace loved Harry's warmth, and having him pressed against his body. He loved that Harry was always pressing against him or hugging him or holding his hand, just keeping physical contact with Jace all the time.

"Don't wana go," Harry mumbled.

Jace would do anything to keep Harry here with him, and be with him all night falling asleep slowly, like they did on the phone. In the morning he would see Harry beside him, feel him beside him in the bed. He pictured his messy hair looking messier, and those eyes foggy from sleep would give him shivers, and though he did see them like that before—it was one morning on their first date set in the morning, when Harry huffed and whined until he had his coffee and blueberry muffin—this would be more meaningful to him.

"Don't want you to," he replied, tangling his fingers in his messy hair.

"See, mushy," Magnus teased.

Jace threw a couch pillow at him, watching it vanish with a snap of his fingers.

"Harry," Remus said, standing from the couch with his partner. "I'm sorry. We have to go."

Harry made a sound like a child would make when it didn't get their way, and sat up, arm still around Jace's lower back. "Can't I stay?"

"I thought you wanted to see Teddy?" Sirius asked, and his brow rose in question.

"I do, but…"

When he turned to look at Jace, Sirius sighed. "I'll tell her you were busy…" He didn't sound happy about it, but smiled at his godson despite that, and Harry got up to hug them goodbye.

At the door Jace shook their hands.

Remus smiled. "You two are good for each other."

Jace tried not to blush. "Thanks."

"Keep him happy, yeah?" Sirius said, slipping on his coat. He glared up from the sidewalk at Jace, and it was a harsh, penetrating glare he would not forget. "If he isn't…you better expect a fight, Shadowhunter, and I don't lose."

"Except to me," Harry said, sliding up next to Jace. He put his head up on his shoulder and grinned. "You lose to me all the time, at bored games, drinking games, in a duel…I could go on."

"We'd be here all night if you did," Remus laughed.

"You're so mean to me, Moons."

Then they were gone after saying final goodbyes, aparating away somewhere.

Jace and Harry went back inside to see the others putting on their hats and shoes.

"Everybody's leaving?" Jace asked.

Magnus slipped on his purple lace gloves—they didn't look like they'd keep his fingers warm, they just looked good. "Yeah, we'd thought giving you two some alone time would be generous of us."

"It is," Harry said with a nod. "Thank you."

Alec came over and pulled Harry in for a hug, and Jace frowned when it lasted too long, and when Harry's eyes flashed with something similar to pain. Then Alec smiled at Jace and hugged him next and did nothing when Jace gave him the menacing eyes. Magnus did the same, without holding Harry for more than two seconds, and then Isabelle, and then they were gone, leaving only the smell of Isabelle's girly perfume on their clothes.

Jace had to ask. "What did he say to you?"

Harry turned pale. "He said that if…if I hurt you he'd shoot an arrow through my dick."


Yup. Dinner party is over. And because it was so long and boring, I thought I'd put up some Jace and Harry time in the next chapter! Aren't I thoughtful? It's complete with cuddles and make-outs, and nudity—just kidding (that's later on).

I'M SORRY TO ALL THE MALES WHO FLINCHED AT ALECS THREAT. I COUDLNT HELP MYSELF.

This was not edited. I was lazy yet again.

-Eve