Chapter 23: Some cringy Clonathan. Jonathan is a bad, bad guy. I hate him. Clace angst. Clary finds out everything Jace has been keeping from her. As I said before, the next few chapters are going to be rough. Just keep in mind that Clace is my #1 ship. I'm just mean and like to twist my angsty seraph blade. Idris is coming soon…and Auntie Amatis. Thank you so much for reading. We can get through this 3
POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNING: non-con and drug use (Rated M).
I do not own any of the characters, only the illustrious Cassandra Clare owns them. I do, however, own this particular story, so please don't be lame and copy/paste it elsewhere.
Previously: "... 'I got Clary's text. Tell her I'm working a case until late and will see her tomorrow as planned…Keep her safe. And keep your fucking hands off of her. Happy New Year, dick.' Jonathan laughed out loud. If Jace weren't the biggest thing keeping him from Clarissa, they might have been friends."
By the time Jonathan ushered her into the limo, Clary was practically incoherent. My little aphrodisiac, Faerie Nectar, really affected her…of course the four glasses of champagne I plied her with helped that along…as well as the tequila shots with her friends. I really worry about their livers…She had nearly passed out on the way out of the had been ready for that, though. He quickly gave her a few capsules of activated charcoal with a full bottle of water before walking her out. It would take about an hour to be effective. As he helped Clarissa into the car, he instructed Axel to drive around the city for a few hours or so before taking her home. Axel had given him a knowing smirk and nodded.
Jonathan crawled into the back of the limo with Clary. Finally alone. She watched him with drooping eyes, as she rested against the far corner of the sprawling back seat, snuggled into his tuxedo jacket. Jonathan's cock twitched as he spied her creamy leg peeking out the side slit of her gown. Jonathan reached over and turned the heat in their compartment, way up as he felt the limo pull away from Pandemonium. He removed his black tie and began unbuttoning his dress shirt, as he slid across the seat towards her. "If you're cold, Clarissa, I can keep you warm."
Clary giggled and shook her head and smiled. "No Jonny. I'm actually getting too warm…" Did she just call me Jonny? She is really out of it. Adorable. Clary slid the jacket down her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. "I feel so damned good…I wish Jace was here…fucking Starkweather. Let's call him, Jon." She licked her lips and closed her eyes, running her hands through her hair. As she lifted her arms, her breasts slid up, exposing more freckled creamy skin. Jonathan wiped his hand over his mouth and swallowed as his dick hardened painfully. Still horny, obviously. I should have given her more…she'd probably be riding me by now…and not thinking about Jace fucking Herondale. Jonathan looked up and saw Axel watching Clary intensely in the rearview mirror. Arching an eyebrow at him, he reached into the door for a remote control. After pressing a few buttons, a black privacy panel rose and the interior lights dimmed to a dark golden glow. He could see Clary squinting in her inebriated haze. "I can barely see anything, Jon… Marco…play with me!" She giggled again and leaned back against the limo wall. So cute.
Jonathan closed the distance between them and snaked his arm around Clary's waist, pulling her close, while his other hand gently stroked her exposed thigh, higher and higher. "Polo… I think your detective is too busy, love. I'm here though…whatever shall I do with you?" Clary hummed and closed her eyes and fanned herself. "Can we open a window? I'm so hot…this dress." Jonathan chuckled. "It sure is hot, Clarissa…maybe we're wearing too many clothes." He slid his hand around to the back of her dress and slowly unzipped it, his eyes widening as the silk bodice fell away, exposing her breasts to him. Jonathan ran his eyes over the sparkling emerald necklace adorning her neck above her bare chest. My beautiful Idrian queen. Clary's eyes remained closed and she tilted her head back and let out a small moan. Jonathan swallowed and pulled her onto his lap, arranging her gown over them, so her bare legs straddled him beneath it. He thrust his aching arousal up against her and leaned into her neck, licking it and kissing her jawline. Clary gasped, tried to pull away, and wiggled her hips with her struggles. I could cum right now.
Clary whimpered and grabbed the back of his shirt, trying to pull him off of her. "Bad Jon…". Groaning, Jonathan wrapped his hands around her waist and slid them slowly up her abdomen, cupping her breasts in his hands. He watched, fascinated as the silken globes filled his hands. He leaned forward, squeezed them together, and ran his nose back and forth across her pink nipples, sucking and licking them. He gently blew cool air across her chest relishing how reactive her tiny nubs were, as they pebbled beneath his tongue. "Is that better, Clarissa?" Clary moaned and tilted her head down, resting her forehead on his shoulder, she slid her hand up and down his abdomen, then she gripped his belt buckle. Oh shit. Jonathan swallowed. She is going to ride me.
She whispered, her speech slurring."Better, baby. Pants off Jace…I need–." Jonathan froze. Anger and jealousy bubbling up within him. She's so wasted, she thinks I'm Jace fucking Herondale. This simply won't do. I want her to know it's me when we finally make love…He turned his head and nuzzled her neck, he groaned, inhaling deeply. But maybe I can still get a little appetizer.
Jonathan lifted Clary up and laid her on her back, climbing on top of her and between her legs. He buried his face between her breasts lightly nipping and licking her silken skin, as he slid his hand up her bare thigh. "Please, Jace. I'm so wet." Clary murmured as she ran her hands through his hair and rolled her hips against his hardness. Jesus. If she doesn't stop those hips I won't be able to stop. Jonathan snaked a hand under her skirt and found her heated center and groaned. He rubbed her laced covered mound with his palm, before moving the delicate material aside. Jonathan raised his head and kissed Clary deeply, plunging his tongue into her mouth as he pushed two fingers deep into her tight heat. So wet and tight…so vulnerable. Mine.
Clary squealed and jumped, trying to sit up, but he held her down. Gasping and moaning against his mouth, she tried to shake her head loose from his kiss, overcome with the sensation. Massaging her from the inside he began wildly grinding his thumb against her clit. Jonathan released her from their kiss, leaving her panting, her eyes scrunched tightly closed as she thrust her hips against his hand. "Clarissa, you're so wet for me. I would love to just fuck your tight little pussy so hard and fill you with my cum." Jonathan smirked as he felt her velvet muscles clench tightly around his fingers at his vulgar language. Naughty girl.
"Too much. Stop." She whispered, arching her back and slapping her hands over her head against the wall of the limo. Jonathan slowly pulled his fingers out of Clarissa and pulled her lacy underwear down her legs. Once free, he marveled at the delicate rose-gold lace panties and stuffed them into his pocket. Mine. "No stopping, Clarissa. I'm not finished with you, love." He then roughly shoved her thighs apart and buried his face in between her legs, shoving his two fingers deep inside her again.
Clary cried out as he sucked her clit in and out of his mouth, her walls tightening around his thrusting fingers. She struggled to sit up again but Jonathan pushed her back down with his palm. Stay. "Stop. Seb– No Sebastian…" Clary slurred, as she reached down to his head, weakly gripping his hair in her hands, she swiped her nails across his neck and whispered. "Sebast— stop…" Jonathan, excited at hearing her speak his other name, growled loudly into her and shook his head, grinding his mouth against her, devouring her. Not yet. Dominate her. He curled his fingers and ravaged her clit as Clary screamed once more, her head thrown back, panting as her pussy exploded around his fingers, milking them with quivering contractions. Jonathan slowly removed his fingers from her still quivering heat and sucked her juices from them, moaning in pleasure. Delicious. I knew it.
Jonathan looked up at Clary, who continued to pant as she looked back at him, her eyes opening and closing. "I said no…" She slowly whispered and slapped him across the face, before relaxing and going limp. She had passed out. The drugs, alcohol…and orgasm, apparently, finally getting the best of her. She probably won't even remember what happened. Pity. It was quite memorable for me. He stroked his stinging cheek. Such a fighter. I'll enjoy breaking her.
He gently lowered Clary's gown down over her legs and straightened her bodice, zipping her dress back up…he carefully arranged her breasts back in place and smoothed her hair down…my own little doll. He smiled at her sleeping form. I wish I could keep you. He pulled out the stolen lace panties and wiped his face clean of his Clarissa's essence, then stuffed them back into his pocket.
He leaned forward and gently kissed her lips as she sighed, hummed and leaned back against the limo wall. He was still extremely aroused, not able to find the release he had hoped to gain with Clarissa. Jonathan smiled, as if an idea just occurred to him. He reached forward and pulled the front of Clary's bodice back down, exposing her full, breasts, still flushed from his previous attentions. He pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of her bare breasts and the necklace glittering above on her neck. He then unzipped his trousers, pulled the lace panties from his pocket, and proceeded to jerk himself off, while staring at her naked chest.
Jonathan had just finished tucking his shirt back in, when his phone buzzed. He looked at the text. "It's almost 3:30, the party ended at 2. Where the fuck is my girlfriend? I'm at her place." Jonathan rolled his eyes. Herondale. He smirked and texted back. "We've been driving around the city, watching fireworks, battling traffic. I'll have her back to you soon." Jonathan glared down at his phone, annoyed that his night with Clarissa was ending so soon. He wanted to take her home with him…finish what they had started. Make her realize his name was the only name she should call out in ecstasy. Wake up with her in his bed. Patience. Idris is five days away. She called me Sebastian…too bad he's 'dead'.
Thirty minutes later, the limo pulled up in front of Clary's building and Jonathan could see a very stern blonde detective waiting in the lobby, with his arms crossed. His jacket was pulled back, his badge and sidearm visible. Ooh. I'm so scared. "Well, here we are, Clarissa." Jonathan gestured out the window. Clary was finishing the bottle of water he'd given her when he woke her, after receiving Herondale's text. Clary was a little more sober, it seemed. The water, charcoal, and long drive had given her body time to metabolize the drug. She hadn't given Jonathan any indication that she remembered what transpired between them. She said Sebastian…right before I forced her to cum. I can't even…What else shall I force her to do?
Clary smiled shyly at Jonathan and blushed. "I think I'm still pretty tipsy, Jon. I'm sorry if I said anything inappropriate. I don't remember much after Magnus took me on stage. Shit! Izzy and Simon are engaged! And you are such a great dancer." Clary's eyes and nose crinkled adorably as she drunk grinned at him. Mine.
Jonathan opened the door, stepped out and helped her exit the limo. "Nonsense, Clarissa, you said nothing untoward at all. It was a pleasure escorting you tonight. I had a wonderful time. I'll text you in a few days about Idris, okay, love?" Clary nodded and leaned up to kiss his cheek. "Happy New Year, Jon…and thanks again." She turned and walked up the steps to meet Herondale who was already halfway down to her. He reached down and scooped her into his arms, cutting his eyes at Jonathan before leaning down to give Clary a deep kiss. Jonathan smiled coldly at Jace and slid into his limo, slamming the door. Long game. Stay focused on your prize.
Clary opened her eyes and groaned as the morning– afternoon light seared into her brain. Shit. Hello hangover. She felt strong arms tighten around her waist and hands slide up to cup her breasts. Jace. She sighed and cuddled back against the muscular wall of heat spooned behind her, smiling as he rolled his hips against her backside. Hello Little Jace. "Happy New Year, baby" he murmured into her ear. "Are you hungry? I have scones for you…and coffee…" She sat up, the covers falling down to reveal that she was completely nude and her hair was still mildly damp. Did I shower before bed? She turned to Jace, who's eyes kept dropping to her bare chest and leaned forward, kissing him lightly on the lips. "That sounds wonderful. I'm starving, baby. Um. Why am I naked? Did we–"
Jace shook his head and smirked. "No, Red. Although it wasn't for lack of trying on your part…did you do tequila shots or something? You were pretty horny and stripped naked as soon as we hit the apartment last night and practically dragged me to the hot tub." He pursed his lips and reached a hand forward to stroke her right breast, then leaned forward and nipped her nipple playfully. Clary shivered. He looked so sexy, with no shirt on and just his boxer briefs. "I would never have sex with you, when you're that drunk, baby. It wouldn't be right…although we did do a lot of kissing." God I love him so much.
Clary hummed and slipped out of bed and Jace groaned and flopped onto her pillow, his eyes following her. She winked at him and walked to her closet, pulling out clothes and underwear. She walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. She filled a cup with water and took a few ibuprofen for her headache and brushed her teeth. Standing in the bathroom door, still naked she ran her hands through her hair and looked at Jace as he watched her from across the room. "Are you coming, lover? I'm so tired and hungover, I don't think I can even wash myself properly. I need–" Clary squealed as Jace bounded across her bedroom and scooped her over his shoulder, and smacked her ass playfully as he kicked the bathroom door shut behind them.
Clary was finishing her second cup of coffee with a delicious chocolate scone, Jace had picked up from Java Jones, her favorite coffee shop. Jace came up to her, took her hand and pulled her up from the kitchen stool. She smiled up at him, then frowned. He looked serious. "Clary, baby. I need to talk to you about last night… um, about the case Alec and I were called to." He led her over to the couch and they sat down together. Oh no. Something bad must have happened, she thought. He took a deep breath and turned towards her, their knees touching. He looked down, as if trying to think of where to start. Clary reached up and cupped his cheek. He's so worried. Someone must have died. Her heart began to race. "Jace, you're scaring me. Just tell me what happened. Is it someone I know?"
Jace sighed and pulled her hand down and held it in his lap."No, no. Not really. It's that Sebastian. He's dead." Clary jumped when he said that name. Clary's eyes grew wide. "What do you mean? He's dead? How did you– I can't say I'm sorry to hear this." Clary shuddered. "I mean, good. He can't hurt anyone again… there's more, isn't there?" Jace nodded and kissed her hands before continuing.
Clary listened to Jace intently as he began to tell her about being called to investigate a triple homicide in the building next door to hers. He told her about finding a man and two women, shot in the heads, that it was probably a drug-related hit from a rival dealer. Shit. Right in my neighborhood. So close to us… He then told her the victims were Sebastian Verlac, Seelie Rigani, and Kaelie Whitewillow. He went on to tell her that Seelie and Sebastian were likely the ones to drug her drink on Halloween, that Kaelie had informed him that Seelie was the devil waitress. Kaelie… the woman from the alley pictures…and video. Clary sat stunned and listened to Jace, nodding. Jace told her that they suspect that Kaelie, Seelie, and Sebastian took the alley pictures and made the video to isolate Clary, so Sebastian could stalk her without interference. Stalk me? What does he mean by stalk me?
He went on to describe what was found in the apartment…the surveillance pictures, the velvet box, the costumes, wigs…the obvious roleplaying, the videos projected on the walls…of her. Of me? The videos from the cameras I found in my apartment. The policeman on the scene would have seen them…Alec. Clary started to tremble. Jace pulled her tightly against him, rubbing her back.
Clary didn't hug him back, just sat, frozen in shock. Those women were dressed-up like me? Role playing? Sick. He's been watching me from the building next door? He had a box of intimate things he stole from my apartment? He was so close to me… Clary's ears began to ring and her heart started racing. Tears filled her eyes as she got up and ran to her bathroom and threw up in the toilet. Sebastian had been stalking her. What the fuck is wrong with people?
Jace watched Clary run out of the room. Fuck. He hadn't even told her that Starkweather wanted to speak to her personally on Monday, to debrief her about closing the assault case because of Verlac's death and to inform her about what they found in the sick fuck's apartment. Jace got up and went into Clary's room.
She stood across the room at the window, looking across at the other building. She wore a long dark green fleece pullover, black leggings, and thick fuzzy socks. Her long red curls were pulled up into a loose ponytail. Beautiful. Her shoulders shook as she cried silently. He walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, he set his chin on her shoulder and followed her eyes across to Verlac's bedroom window. How long had that pervert been watching her? "Clary, sweetheart. Starkweather wants to talk to you Monday morning. He took me and Alec off the case, because of potential conflict of interest…because of my relationship with you…and there's more." He sighed nervously, squeezing her tighter..
Clary turned around in his arms and looked up at him, sniffling, she rubbed her eyes. "More? Are you serious? What else?" Jace leaned down and put his hands on her face, kissing her gently. "Yes. The night you got the pictures and that video texted to you…after you left my apartment with Jonathan. Remember I told you I had the team come in and do a thorough search of my apartment and what they found? Clary nodded slowly. "Yes, Jace…you already told me that you fou–" Jace shook his head at her. "No, sweetheart. I didn't tell you everything. Four surveillance cameras were found. I don't know how long they were there, but one of the videos confiscated from Verlac's apartment was of you and me…um at my apartment… when you had on the purple dress." Clary's eyes widened and her body stiffened in realization. Jace continued. "Baby. I also got a report last night. We had forensics cross-ref the cameras in your apartment with mine…they were all placed by the same people. It was Sebastian…all the videos we found in his apartment were from our apartments…okay?" Fuck. She's going to blow.
She stepped back from Jace, shaking his arms off, and swallowed. "Okay? Why am I only hearing this now…why didn't you tell me anything about the cameras in the first place, Jace? I mean…don't you think I should have been informed that someone may have been recording us– being intimate at your apartment?" She took another step back and crossed her arms over her chest. Her green eyes blazed at him across the space, full of hurt. I'm so sorry. baby.
Jace looked at her solemnly and nodded. "Yes. It's just. I didn't want you to worry any more than you had to…I was trying to protect you–your panic attacks…" Clary put a hand up, cutting him off.
She narrowed her eyes at him and tilted her head. "Protect me? From what, Jace? The truth?" Shit. Jace reached out to take her hands in his, but she pulled away and walked past him. "Don't, Jace." Fuck. He turned and slowly walked after her. She sat heavily on her bed, facing away from him.
She put her head in her hands, her voice breaking. "So let me get this straight. You knew about the cameras in your apartment for weeks, but didn't want to worry me. Got it. So, weeks later, when I find similar cameras in my apartment, where some sick pervert has been watching me do…well everything, while fucking jerking-off and stalking me from nextdoor… it still didn't occur to you to tell me what was going on. To protect me. Okay." Jace kneeled in front of her and pulled her hands from her face. Her green eyes were filled with tears. Jace swallowed. "Clary, baby. I'm sorry–" I should have fucking told her.
She jerked her hands out of his and shook her head, crawling backwards away from him to the other side of her bed. "Sorry? Don't say that to me, Jace! I had every right to know about those cameras. For fuck's sake, Jace. You weren't the only one being filmed. I don't want to be protected from the truth! I was lied to my whole life by the people I trusted the most– my own parents…to fucking "protect me". What else aren't you telling me?" Jace looked down and rubbed the back of his neck. "I knew it! You fucking tell me, Jace. I better not have to find out any surprises from fucking Hodge Starkweather! Tell me! Don't protect me." She yelled, jumped off the bed and walked over, kneeling beside him, grabbing his shirt sleeve.
Jace lowered his head and sighed, nodding. "Okay Clary. There is more. On Halloween night, when you were attacked, I learned from Kaelie that Seelie was a drug dealer working for Sebastian. I made the connection and how it related to you later, when you told us your attackers name at the hospital. Kaelie told me that Sebastian was obsessed with a rich redheaded artist…that the artist had painted the murals at Pandemonium. You, Clary. She said that he made his women dye and curl their hair to look like you…and he'd have them draw at an easel naked and play a bunch of sick sex games. It seems that's what all three of them were up to when they were ambushed and executed. So, that means he was stalking and watching you before Halloween. He didn't meet you by accident. Your attack was planned ahead of time." Clary stiffened next to him, stood up and walked back to her bed, her back to him. Fix this. Make her understand. I love her so much.
Jace scrambled up and rushed up behind her, wrapping his arms around her. He lowered his face down and kissed her neck softly. "Clary, baby. I'm so sorry. I– I don't know what else to say… I couldn't tell you so many things because of the investigation and…your panic attacks. I need you to understand that I just wanted you to feel safe to protect–"
Clary cut him off, murmuring. "To protect me. Yes, you've said that a lot…" She gently disentangled herself from his arms and turned to look up at him. She put her hands on his cheeks, ran her eyes over his face and smiled sadly. Her green eyes swimming with tears. Don't cry baby. "You see, Jace. You don't get to decide what is best for me…what I can or can't handle. No one does. I make those decisions for myself, and you didn't let me do that. You weren't honest with me…you kept me in the dark. I have told you how I feel about things being kept from me. But you ignored that…you think I'm too weak to handle difficult shit."
He turned his face in her hands and kissed her palm. "Clary, baby, please listen to me. I didn't mean– I don't think you're weak." Clary dropped her hands to her sides and stared sadly into his eyes and sighed. "I want you to go, Jace. I don't want to see you tomorrow. Don't come over. I have a lot of things to think about. Please." No, no, no. Jace shook his head as his heart began to race.
She backed away from him and sat on her bed, then looked up at him, impassively. "Clary. Can't we just talk this through, baby. I should have told you everything about Sebastian…and the cameras. I wish I could take it back. Please forgive me." Jace sat down quickly beside her and pulled her into his arms, kissing her lips. Clary pressed her hands against his chest, not returning his kiss. He always does this. Thinks he can kiss everything better. She angrily shoved him away from her. "Jace, stop it. I don't want to talk to you right now. I need time to process all of this. I told you to go. I can't forgive you right now." She got up from the bed and ran out of her room. Jace jumped up and followed her to her front door. "Go!" She pulled open the door, but a large hand slipped past her and slammed it shut. Why is he such a fucking caveman?
Clary whirled around furiously, pressing her back against the door as Jace placed his other hand on the door, caging her in. She looked up into his golden eyes. He returned her gaze, running his eyes over her face, his eyebrows furrowed. Then he sighed and moved his body against hers. "Okay, Clary. I'll go, if that's what you really want. I learned my lesson from last time, sweetheart." He leaned his head down, grazing her ear with his lips. Clary felt her heart flutter and her lower abdomen clench with desire. Damn it, Herondale. It's not going to be that easy. "I love you, Clary Fray. Don't forget that. I'll give you your space, babe, but I will see you on Monday at the precinct." Shit.
He pulled away from her and she slipped around him, away from the door. He grabbed his jacket from the closet, keeping his eyes on her. He raked his eyes up and down her body as he slipped it on. What's his game? Clary raised her eyebrows at him, annoyed. She started to turn away when she felt him grab her arm and pull her against his chest, smashing his lips to hers. Clary moaned into his mouth, allowing his tongue entrance, and returned his kiss. Not fair! Jace slid his hands down her back, cupping and squeezing her ass, as Clary reached her hands up into his hair. She gripped his hair and pulled, forcing his face back from hers. He hissed at the pain, but smirked down at her lustily. "You can't kiss or fuck this better, Jace. I said go." She opened the door and he walked into the hallway. "You're going to forgive me, Clary. Because you love me and I love you. I'll see you, Monday." Clary slammed and locked the door behind him. "I do love you Jace, but I don't know if I can forgive you…" She whispered to herself. A lump formed in her throat and she burst into tears.