Clary was drinking blood from a mug lazily, waiting for Simon to wake up and half distracted with the sweet smell of blood mixed with coffee, to notice the boy in question stealing her mug. Clary panicked, and Jonathan, manning the coffee pot, was too slow to stop him.

"Good morning, Clary,", he hummed, and Clary rose up, the plea for Simon to not drink it dying in her lips when Simon took a sip and spit it out. "This isn't coffee. This tastes like… Blood, actually."

Clary bit her lower lip, letting the fangs show, and Simon was nice enough to put the mug on the table.

"Clary, I have several questions,", Simon started, giving a step back, and looking to Jonathan. Simon frowned, and Jonathan shrugged. "Most of them can be summarized by 'when' and 'why isn't Sebastian freaking out'."

"I learned about it a few weeks ago, got used to it.", Jonathan replied. "I mean, it's not like Clary wasn't a night owl before."

Simon paused, and nodded, sitting in the extra chair. Clary sat back, and took back her mug, drinking one more sip from it, trying to seem casual before answering.

"'When' was that night we went to Pandemonium, you know?", she replied, and a lightbulb seemed to go off in Simon's head.

"Oh! So the blonde dude you walked off with was your… Vampire dude?", Simon tried, and Clary and Jonathan looked at each other.

"My sire, you mean?", Clary tried, and Simon nodded. "Who was he? I have no memory of him."

"He was… Tall, blonde, and looked a bit like Sebastian, now that I think about it.", Clary took a sip of her mug, trying to not blush. Maybe she had a thing for her brother for longer than previously thought. "Wait, wait, Clary, do you like, feed from the vein?"

"Not usually,", she lied, and Simon beamed up, almost as bright as the sun. "Why?"

"Can I see?", he asked. Clary paled, and she could see Jonathan doing his best to stifle a chuckle. "You feeding, I mean. Please?"

"You won't be able to see if I'm drinking from you,", Clary tried, and Simon seemed dejected for one second before his eyes trailed off to Jonathan. Clary noticed. "No! I'm not drinking from him!"

One thing was to drink from her brother's tasty vein alone, in the privacy of his room. Another whole different thing was to drink from Jonathan while Simon watched. Clary wasn't subjecting herself to this.

"Actually, I think that'd be very interesting,", Jonathan chirped, beaming like the bastard he was. "I was never fed from before. It'd be very interesting."

Clary glared at him, and Simon, innocent to what was actually going on, smiled to Clary.

"See? He doesn't mind, Clary! Please?", Simon almost begged, and Clary, deciding to regret her entire life, took a deep breath.

"Fine, but this is a one time thing, you hear me, Simon?", she growled, and Simon, excited as a puppy going for its first walk, nodded. She rose up, walking to Jonathan and sitting on his lap, blushing. "And if I hear one commentary from either of you, I swear to God, I'm cancelling this sick little show."

"My mouth is zipped,", hummed Jonathan, clearly having way too much fun, if the way his eyes shone were any indication. Clary glared at him and bit down his neck, as hard as possible, drinking up. For some reason, Jonathan's blood tasted differently, something sunny coming up and that, surprisingly, Clary could understand - he was getting off in being watched by Simon. Clary smiled to herself, and kept going. If he was enjoying it so much, as she could feel his manhood harden under her. Boy, would that be hard to explain - especially if the moan he was struggling to let quiet was any indication.

When Clary was well fed, she plucked her fangs from the tiny wounds, licking them before getting off Jonathan's lap, cleaning her mouth with the back of her hand.

"That was…", Clary waited for the bomb, and the absolute awe in Simon's eyes told her enough. "Incredible! Sebastian, what was it like?"

Jonathan still seemed a bit out of it, scooting the chair closer to the table, but Clary knew, very well, why.

"It was amazing. Like drowning in good feelings.", if Simon's eyes shone a bit bright, Clary was going to burn.

"Clary, I'm going to be intrusive. Tell me everything.", Clary smiled, fangs showing. At least Simon had taken it well.