Author's Note: Well, I hope someone out there is enjoying this, but if you're all not, that's fine. I am secure in my anonymity. And masculinity. And femininity. And divinity. I'm pretty secure all around.

This is almost completely one long scene that I divided up. Why did I divide it up? Because I'm obnoxious. Having said that, I hope the smut is smutty enough, or not too smutty, and that no one spends the rest of their day gouging out their eyes. If you do, please don't send me your doctor's bills, because my parole officers wouldn't like and neither would the nurses on the leprosy ward. Or the eighteen prostitutes I keep in the basement.

Personal anecdote time! So when I was a kid, I had a friend who lived near Chico. Her name was Leann, and she was a twin. Last month I find out her twin has disappeared off the face of the earth and Leann is no longer Leann but (and try not to be too surprised here) Leander. Another of my friends who grew up there became a masseuse who specialized in "happy endings." So the lesson here is, the California Valley will suck out your soul. I'm such a condescending know-it-all, but it's part of my duty having grown up in the Bay Area.

Man, there is hella trouble I could be getting into right now and instead I am writing this crap. Shitting fuck, I am out of here.

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Jace's neck was seriously itching. A bug must have bitten him, or maybe the collar of his new shirt had rubbed against him for too long, because it was nearly painful it itched so badly.

When Leann began smearing gel onto his dick, though, he stopped noticing the itch. Instead, he raised his hips into the air and made a noise in the back of his throat that he knew she would appreciate. One hand slipped onto her hip and pressed down gently, subtly urging her to lower herself onto him.

His eyes moved back up to Alec's face. He knew that Alec was avidly avoiding eye contact. But while Jace knew it was true, he wasn't entirely sure why it was, or even what he could do about it. His best friend's eyes were closed as he sucked on Leann's ear. Around the swell of Leann's hip, he could see that Alec's hands were massaging her ass.

"Ready, set, go," Leann breathed and pushed herself down onto Jace's cock. His eyes closed halfway and he exhaled slowly as the heat and pressure sent a wave of pleasure through him.

She stopped moving when she had fully engulfed him.

Annoyed, he gave her the most pitiful look he could manage.

"Don't stop," he murmured.

But she wasn't looking at him anymore. Rather, her eyes were on Alec, who had pulled back awkwardly. Her hands were smearing the gel onto Alec's dick, and the blue-eyed man's expression went from stony to soft in an instant.

"Your turn," she told Alec. Her body still belonged to Leann, but her voice was Leander's, deep and low.

"I… but what if…"

"Come on, just do it," Leander whispered, pulling him closer.

Jace could feel Alec's hands gently touching Leann's ass, and when they slid inside of her, he could feel the pressure against his member. A knuckle swiped against the underside of his prick and he nearly bit his tongue off in surprise.

It… didn't feel terrible. And it didn't hurt that Leann's vaginal muscles fluttered excitedly around his cock while she got fingered.

Alec pressed his dick to Leann's anus and slowly began to push into her, his hands on her hips to hold her firmly in place. Her own hands flew to Jace's shoulders to steady herself as she straightened her back and lifted her chin.

Sneaking another look at Alec's concentrated expression, Jace ran his hands down Leann's sides to her hips, letting his fingernails brush down Alec's stomach. Their fingers touched for a moment, and Jace suppressed a smile when a shiver passed through Alec's body.

Alec's cock, through the wall of Leann's ass, throbbed against the underside of Jace's own dick, and he bit back a moan when Alec's balls tickled his thighs. It occurred to him that the lengths he was going to in order to Not Think About That Stupid Whore were not only extreme, but in danger of screwing up his friendship with Alec.

But those worries, and everything else for that matter, dissolved into nothing when Leann whimpered.

"Just… just wait," she said, digging her nails into Jace's shoulders.

Alec dusted kisses over the back of her neck, and held her hips tightly. Swiftly, Jace scratched the back of his neck and then gripped one breast, massaging it gently before tweaking her nipple.

Leann moaned and Jace felt her muscles tighten deliciously on him.

Alec made a surprised noise and gasped, "Stop."

Swiftly, Jace's eyes moved back to Alec's face, which was contorted into a pained expression. Apparently the fit was a little too tight for Alec, and Jace wondered if it felt terrible, or if it just felt so good that it hurt. Tilting his head in wicked curiosity, he tweaked Leann's nipple again, and she groaned, her muscles contracting.

"STOP," Alec growled, and Jace was pleased to see Alec's face cringe even more. He repeated the motion, and watched as Leann moaned, her back arching just a little.

Alec's hand reached around her to clamp down on Jace's wrist.

"Jace," he growled. "Stop it."

Belligerently, Jace twisted again, not looking away from Alec's face. Leann whimpered and twisted just a little. The fingers of Alec's hand dug sharply into Jace's arm, so hard that Jace knew they would leave bruises.

"Stop, Jace, stop, please," Alec was moaning it now, and he opened his eyes. Their eyes met, and for some reason, it was enough for Jace, and he lowered his hand from Leann's breast.

Leann raised her hips and slowly lowered them, sliding up and down on Jace's cock. "Move now," she whispered.

Pushing back his desire for a frenzy of movement, Jace lifted his hips carefully and swirled them as she rocked on his lap. He could feel Alec's gentle and slow thrusts, and met Leann's lips halfway when she bent to kiss him.

Their bodies began moving in a desperate syncopation, each searching for the rhythm of the other two. Jace could feel his hips trembling in frustration, and the back of his neck burned and itched. Leann's wet heat and friction was so good, and brushing against Alec's skin made his toes curl, but for some reason, for the first time in his life, the sex wasn't enough. He wanted to throw Leann down and fuck her as hard as he could, using as much force as he could manage.

It didn't make sense.

His Shadowhunter strength had always been more than enough to please himself and his partner (and possibly five other people). Even with Clary, who provided more game than any other girl he'd ever met, very little exertion was required to light up his nerve endings and empty his load.

But Clary, while a good lay, had never felt this warm, this exciting, and this dangerous. Alec and Leann felt so incredible that he should have been fighting with himself to last longer.

Instead, he had to chew on his lips and clench his fists as his body cried out for him to take more, more, more. More would mean losing his calm. More would mean accidentally shattering Leann's pelvis. More would mean crossing a line with Alec. Jace didn't want to even imagine that line, let alone what lay beyond it.

Even when Leann's thumbs pressed at his nipples and her mouth closed on his as they moved together, Jace could not hedge the lust in his mind and the tension in his groin. Their bodies were moving faster, and as they found the right rhythm, the only sound the soft slap of skin and Leann's low moans.

Alec thrust so fiercely into her that he lost his balance, one hand darting out to catch himself on the back of the couch. Leann leaned to one side to make room for him, so close to finishing that her shoulders were trembling. She lay her head on Jace's other shoulder and clung to him as he took over the movement, doing his best to keep his thrusts in check.

Alec's hand was right next to his head.

Their eyes met.

Alec's eyes were unguarded and vulnerable, and Jace was blown away by how much he looked like a child, almost like Max. For moment, instead of Max, he looked like himself the night that Max had died, empty and scared and broken. Jace stared at his best friend's face, cheeks flushed with sex and liquor, lips red and parted, breath hot and fast.

"I… I'm not chicken-shit," Alec panted. The wall was back up in his eyes, and he grimaced. He moved closer to Jace, whose eyes drifted shut, knitting his brow as the itching on his neck grew worse and the frustrating lust built up in his gut.

Lifting one hand, Jace gripped the wrist that Alec was propping himself up on.

"I think you are." He leaned forward as he said it, his voice nearly breathless.

"No." Alec moved closer, and their noses were nearly touching. They were so close that their breath mingled in the air, hot exhalations making it difficult to breathe.

Jace wondered what was happening; why his chest was so tight and he was suddenly terrified and more determined than ever not to show it.

"Then," he panted in Alec's face, "fucking prove it."

Neither of them moved, their hips still working at Leann. Alec's nose brushed against Jace's, and he tilted his head slightly, rubbing their noses together. Jace's breath came harder, and he stared defiantly at Alec.

The challenge had been issued, and now Jace's eyes locked onto Alec's, waiting for him to make a move, start a fight, initiate a competition. He bared his teeth in a grin as the aggression in him peaked; his neck was burning and itching so fiercely that he felt sure he was sitting against a light bulb, but it only made his fervor that much more intense.

And suddenly it hit Jace. This wasn't a fight, and Alec wasn't going to hit him. So then what was he doing? Jace had always been able to predict what his parabatai would do, and Alec seemed content to stay within the limits of his expectations, stopping before he left his comfort zone. Exactly like in Idris, so many years ago, when Jace had issued another, similar challenge, and Alec had backed down.

Like Jace had expected.

Alec kissed him, descending on his mouth so hungry and rough that their teeth knocked together. Jace was not expecting this. He blinked and stared at Alec, terribly confused. And as he sat there and stared, Jace realized the confusion felt sogood.

And so did Alec's lips against his.

And then it was as if everything cranked into motion. His mind began losing its grasp on thinking, and his heart started pounding in his chest, and the pleasure of kissing Alec spread through his body, and Leann's pussy sliding up and down his cock wasn't just nice, it was hot and slick and soft and tight and real.

Jace kissed him back, body thrumming with the fading frustration and sudden desperation to orgasm. He closed his eyes when it became too dizzying to stare at Alec's burry face. The blindness made his whole body vibrate with excitement at each unexpected touch.

Their tongues were magnets, meeting swiftly, easily, smashing into each other between their lips. Alec's tongue found Jace's teeth, and Jace nipped it before sucking it into his mouth fiercely.

Alec began to make low keening sounds, like he wanted to moan or cry out but his pride would not let him. He fucked Leann with an increased frantic pace as Jace sucked on his tongue.

The half-stifled noises made Jace's guts swirl into knots; they sounded so feral that he wondered if Alec was imagining Jace sucking another part of his anatomy. He let go of Alec's tongue, startled by the thought, and scraped his teeth across it.

Leann had turned her face to look at them, and when Jace exhaled sharply at one of Alec's moans, she gave a strangled cry. She writhed between the two men, inner muscles clenching in orgasmic spasms. Jace could feel Alec pull away from the kiss slightly.

"Jace, sto–" Jace silenced Alec's protest by sucking the other man's lower lip between his teeth. Biting down, he tightened his grip on Alec's wrist when tremors shook it. As he realized that Alec's tremors were the result of approaching orgasm, Jace opened his eyes, eager to watch.

Alec groaned as he came, the arm holding him up shaking wildly, Jace pinning it in place to keep him up. It fascinated Jace to watch Alec's face; his eyebrows lifting as if in amazement, and then coming together as if in pain, his lips trembling, and his eyelids fluttering.

Their lips mashed together again, and Jace took the lead this time; Alec's slack mouth could barely form a kiss, panting and shaking and still making soft warm noises in the back of his throat. Their kiss broke as Leann whined and began to wriggle away.

"Wait," Jace gasped, "I'm not done… hold on…"

"Too much," Leann replied breathily, clumsily gathering herself into a ball on the other side of the small couch. Her eyes were watering as she whined, "No more. I can't take it."

Jace growled in frustration and pressed the heels of his hands to his eye sockets. It was partly to hide his eyes from the erotic image of Leann and Alec, covered in sweat and body fluids, and it was partly to keep from clawing at the back of his neck, which was itching again. God, did he smell something burning?

He inhaled deeply, trying to regain control of himself. Something touched his dick and he lowered his hands to look.

Alec knelt between his legs, pulling his condom off. A surge of heat went through Jace, and the dark blue eyes flashed up to give him a look that he could not read. Alec's expression was heated and heavy, and some emotion that Jace had never seen before flickered in and out of it.

"Alec…" he started to say as Alec lowered his face and wrapped his lips around Jace's cock.

And then there was only heat and wetness and suction on his erection and kneading hands on his thighs and a tongue rubbing at him. The sensation was like a sledgehammer to his body, and he doubled over.

He buried his hands in Alec's hair, mouth hanging open as he made small choking noises. Alec was too fucking good at this; he knew where to touch, he knew when to touch, and he knew just how.

Jace nearly moaned at how unfair it all was. He couldn't last long like this, not with Alec's mouth urging him on. There was too much tongue, too much heat, and, God help him, too many emotions. Slowly sitting back, he grit his teeth and felt his hips tremble as he forced them to not shove his cock further into Alec.

"M… more," Jace managed. As soon as he'd said it, there was a hand between his legs, stroking his testicles and tickling the soft skin behind them. It moved further back, and Jace held his breath. He couldn't rip his eyes off of Alec, even though his face was nearly hidden by his hair.

A finger probed at his anus gently, not enough to push inside, just enough to massage it, and Jace's legs shook spastically for a few seconds. His mouth was still open, wordless now, and his face was so hot, and his neck burned so badly, and his cock was throbbing and his balls were nearly aching.

Alec's eyes flicked up to glance at him, and Jace's entire groin throbbed, his balls rising, his ass clenching, his prick jumping excitedly.

"Ahn." The noise grunted from his throat even has he tried to stay silent.

Alec sucked Jace's prick into his mouth so deeply that the cum shot straight down his throat. His tongue became gentle and slow, but it did not stop until Jace's fingers released his hair. Jace closed his eyes, but he could not relax his tense body.

When Alec's lips pressed to his open mouth, he responded dizzily, sorry for a moment that Alec did not taste of his jism.

"Breathe," Alec whispered. Jace hadn't realized he'd been holding it in, and exhaled shortly before sucking in cool air greedily. They kissed again, tongues deep and slow.

Not breaking the kiss, Jace drew his arms up and tightly wrapped them around Alec, who hugged him back so swiftly that it was obvious he'd been waiting for the opportunity. Jace's fingers wound into Alec's hair, fisting tightly into the strands.

He was soaring, happy and blissful and floating, so content in the moment that he never wanted to end the kiss. A thought, in the far corner of his mind, nagged at him, suggesting that he ought to take this more seriously because it was all going to come crashing down on him sooner or later.

But he couldn't muster up the effort to give a shit.