56 + Jalec, please? :)
Jalec (shadowhunters) + 56. “It’s so good to see your face.”
Canon Universe, set before the show’s/book’s canon.
~1,890 words
A/N: hello sweetie!!! first of all this one took me a bit longer just because i wasn’t home to finish it because i was writing this thing i was on fire in my seat ksjdfgkjgnkrkj idk it got away from me a little, but i had toooooooons of fun and i sure hope you enjoy it! thank you so much for this, i missed writing jalec, damn
as always this is pretty much not proof read im very very sorry for the weird mistakes
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The hilts of the seraph blades Jace is holding feel warm in his hands. He’s been gripping them for quite some time, and even though his runes are all in perfectly working order he still feels unsure as he looks around and doesn’t take him long to figure out he’s severely outnumbered.
Perhaps, a tiny voice in the back of his mind quietly provides, he should’ve waited a little longer for backup. He scowls, takes a big breath in and refuses to acknowledge that because he’s got this.
So he moves.
The way he moves is instinctive, slashing and stabbing, kicking and pushing at the lesser demons on his path, his body almost moving in autopilot as he blocks and counters attacks.
The narrow way of this tunnels under the city where these demons have been hiding works in his advantage, but still, he is very much outnumbered and next thing he knows he’s stepping back to where the tunnels get wider, intertwine with a perpendicular one in that clearing, and Jace is a lot more exposed.
Fuck, he thinks as he steps back, takes a minute to access his surroundings, just like every demon seems to be, looking at him and observing trying to figure out his next move.
Jace is a good soldier, he’s the fucking best they’ve got, in fact, but the problem here is that he’s just one. There’s no way he can cover all angles in a place like this, and okay, he needs to be realistic just about now and start thinking of a way to get out of this because, if he keeps just fighting, there’s no way he’s getting out of this in one piece.
But then, with impeccable timing, he feels, more than he sees the presence of his parabatai.
“Jace!” Alec calls out as him and another five shadowhunters spill from the tunnels that converge into the clearing Jace is backed against, and just like that, everything is set into motion again.
With a swing of his seraph blade that lands straight into the shoulder of the demon running into him, Jace can’t help but laugh, feeling the adrenaline spike all over again, “It’s so good to see your face,” he says as Alec gets close enough.
Even with the erratic movements of the fight, Jace can see the annoyed frown on Alec’s face.
“You’re a fucking idiot, did you know that?!” Alec says, stopping a moment to accusingly pointing his dirty seraph blade at Jace for good measure, “an absolute fucking idiot, didn’t I tell you to wait?”
The smile stays on Jace’s face, a sort of euphoric relieved one (although he’ll never admit it to Alec) as he swings his blade around, moves to Alec’s side on instinct and they start fighting together. “Well, yeah, but-”
“No buts!” Alec yells, as he takes out one of the demons rather violently. Jace spares a glance and his eyebrows go up in his forehead in a mix of amusement and admiration. There’s a pause and Alec turns around to face Jace for a moment. “You keep getting yourself into deep shit and it’s my job to dig you out of it and you honestly test my fucking patience, you just needed to wait.”
They both start moving at the same time again, swirling around each other with the effortless ease that comes from knowing each other’s moves and fighting styles so well, covering every angle. When Jace comes up in front of Alec again, protecting Alec’s exposed flank and taking out the demon that swung at him, he takes a second to look at Alec, who’s looking back, pouts giving him the most ridiculous face and says “sorry.”
Alec groans, rolls his eyes and shakes his head, moving once again to stride towards the last demons near him, “I swear I hate you,” Alec says, but there’s no heat in it.
With a smirk, Jace follows his movements, knowing Alec’s approach like it was his own, and they both finish off the last two demons. “No you don’t,” Jace says, breathing worked up from all the fighting.
In resigned silence, Alec gives him a pointed look then turns away to inspect his weapon, instructs their colleagues to have one last look around the tunnels before they leave first. As everyone starts dispersing in groups down the tunnels, Jace turns as well, ready to follow.
“I’ll give a hand-,” he starts, but Alec interrupts him.
“You are not leaving my sight any time soon,” he says in that authoritative tone he makes work so well as he finishes wiping his seraph blade and puts it away. They both stare at each other for a while in silence, the tension building between them.
A small teasing smirk spreads across Jace’s face, “you’re so hot when you’re angry,” he says, voice dropping lower, still loud enough to echo in the walls on the clearing.
Jolted, Alec’s mouth falls open and his first reaction is to look around, see if anyone heard him, before he faces him again - something flips in Alec’s eyes, and Jace can’t bite off his own smirk.
“Jace, what the hell,” Alec says, voice low, frowning at him as he lowers his face, almost like a warning.
And fuck, honestly, it eggs Jace on.
“It’s true,” Jace shrugs, a clear mischievous smile spreading on his mouth, despite the fake show of innocence he tries to convey with the word. He can see the tension on Alec’s jaw as he adjusts his weapons, throws warning look at Jace and tell him to “shut up,” before turning around to start walking away, towards the tunnel from which they entered.
But if there’s one thing that Jace is, besides a bit of a little shit, that is stubborn.
“It gets me worked up, I swear,” he says, following Alec, who’s still walking away in bit, strong steps, almost stomping like he’s making a point of walking away. Jace knows him well enough to know that that is exactly what he’s aiming for. He adds, “maybe that’s why i do it,” in a low tone that comes out as husky as he intended it too.
Jace knows he’s playing with fire when Alec abruptly turns around, not that far from Jace and says, with a finger pointed at him and an almost dangerous expression on his face, like he’s about to burst.
“I’m going to punch you in the face,” Alec warns, only half not meaning it.
It does absolutely nothing to stop Jace.
“Fuck,” he drawls out, “even that works for me,” Jace teases in an exaggerated whine that snaps whatever control Alec was exerting on himself.
Jace almost laughs as he feels his parabatai grab him by the collars of his leather jacket, turn him around in swift movement and backing him up against one of the brick walls, hand falling on Jace’s neck automatically squeezing at the sides, making Jace’s mouth fall open in a gasp around the smile on his face, head tilted back against the wall, eyes fluttering before fixing back on Alec.
“Not only do you fuck up my mission,” Alec speaks through gritted teeth close enough that he’s speaking right into Jace’s ear, but not too close that he can’t keep eye contact. He squeezes around Jace’s neck a little bit harder for a moment, “you’re also being a brat about it?”
And this, this right here is exactly what Jace wanted.
The absolute rush that invades his body with Alec’s words makes him hum as he keeps the eye contact. He wasn’t lying - angry authoritative Alec really does things to him. It’s so easy to forget where they are sometimes, and the peak of adrenaline that comes after a fight does not help in the slightest, if the tightness of Jace’s trousers already are anything to go by.
He tilts his head back, brings his chin up in a small act of defiance and keeps looking straight into Alec’s eyes as he bites on his lip.
“What do you think you’re doing, uhn?” Alec says, still tense, quickly glances down the tunnels. He turns Jace’s head just slightly with the hand still on his neck, brings his own face even closer to Jace’s until his nose is bumping against his cheekbone.
“Do I need to fuck some sense into you?” Alec’s voice comes out low, tense, and Jace feels it going straight to his dick, feels his stomach flip and his heart fasten. His breathing gets worked up a little, and he doesn’t say anything, closes his eyes instead.
Shit.
“Do I need to take you down a peg, put you back in your place, uhn? Is that what you need me to do?” The hand around Jace’s neck squeezes for a second, “How dare you tease me like that, is this your idea of “keeping it a secret”?”
With his eyes fluttering open, Jace smirks, something in him pulling him to rile Alec up even further and he’s not thinking properly when he says “I never said I wanted to keep it a secret, did I?”
He barely registers when Alec turns him around, feels the hard cool bricks of the wall against his cheek instead when he meets it and once again, that rush of adrenaline only intensified as he feels Alec’s body fall right into place behind him, flush against him.
“Are you gonna do it here? Uhn? Right now?” Jace breathes, trying to look over his shoulder and feeling absolutely drunk on the arousal that takes over him.
Every single fucking time he’s with Alec, the excitement never fades one bit.
Alec grabs at his hair instead, forces his head back. Jace feels the hardness of Alec’s cock push against his ass, even through all their clothing, feels the way Alec rubs against him for a second.
Jace closes his eyes again, brain completely blissed out, trying to control his breathing with very little success, and then Alec moves so his mouth is next to Jace’s ear again.
“No.” He whispers.
Jace opens his eyes.
“You don’t get to ruin my mission, act like a bratty little bitch, tease me and still get what you want.”
It’s like a bucket of cold water being dumped over Jace. He whines, all shame gone out of the window, when Alec gets go of him and steps back. His hand braces the wall as he starts turning around, eyebrows pulled up. “Alec,” he calls pleading.
Once again, Alec’s hand comes to Jace’s neck and pushes him back first into the wall this time. He brings his chin up, looks down at Jace, “pull yourself together.” Alec tells him, soft, barely above a whisper.
Footsteps start being heard coming back from the tunnels.
“I’ll consider dealing with you once we’re home,” Alec whispers, before his hand loosens up, and he steps closer to peck Jace on the lips, once, a ghostly soft touch that makes Jace groan in frustration, before he pulls back.
He needs to close his eyes for a second to control his breathing.
On the way home, he thinks of all the possible ways he could get Alec to give him what he wants.
Jace is willing to try them all if he has to.
If there’s one thing that Jace is, besides a bit of a little shit, that is stubborn.