Malec/Jalec/Malace Smut

Training and Torment

Jace wasn't the type of guy to take advantage of a sweaty, beautiful, tired Alec. He really wasn't. Honestly. But then again...
Alec did look delightfully inviting with his hair plastered to his forehead, lip slowly oozing blood from a hit Jace had misjudged and his bare chest heaving as he watched the blonde haired Shadowhunter.

It had started off as innocent sparring. That's all Jace had meant it to be. That's all Alec had meant it to be. They both hadn't looked at each other and just asked if they wanted to go fuck on the training room floor. That would have been ridiculous, even though Jace had thought about it time and time again. He knew Alec never would because Alec, as much of a little shit as he truly was, would never go that far. His innocence was far greater than his streaks of devious behaviour. That's what Jace adored about Alexander Lightwood. He was an angel in every way and it always got Jace's heart racing. Though, breaking that angelic front down and wrecking Alec to the point where he'd agree to have sex anywhere at any point was a thing Jace was rather good at.

"Jace," Alec mumbled, breathless, shaking his head in an attempt to get some of his hair out of his eyes. It was a pointless effort as the sweat making his skin shine was keeping his hair in place. Jace had to resist the urge to reach out and tangle his hand in the shaggy mess of hair that had needed cutting ages ago.

"What?" Jace asked, both still stood in their defensive positions, fists raised to protect themselves. They'd needed to work on hand-to-hand. Jace wasn't too bad at it but Alec relied too heavily on his archery skills and Jace had agreed to help him get back into the swing of things.

"We're supposed to be sparring, not staring at each other." Alec didn't sound irritated, just mildly bored. The tone was almost infuriating to the blonde Nephilim.

"I know what we're supposed to be doing, Alec." Jace snapped, moving forward quickly. Alec moved out of the way, not expecting Jace to spin instantly, catching the taller male off guard by grabbing him in a headlock.

Alec growled softly, annoyed that he hadn't realised Jace was just playing around with him, feigning an attack to lure him into a trap. Jace's strong arm stayed around Alec's neck, keeping him in the doubled over position but not holding on tight enough to be too uncomfortable. The height difference made the position even more satisfying for Jace, who smirked down at Alec as he attempted to twist free. Jace placed a well aimed kick to the back of one of Alec's knees, moving down slightly as a long leg slid out from underneath Alec and sent him down onto his knees. Jace felt a twist in his gut, almost impossible to ignore, at the fact he had Alec in the position he enjoyed seeing him in most. It was what Maryse would call 'perverted' but he really couldn't care less.

"Now then, Alec. What did we learn from that?" Jace asked, voice deliberately condescending to try and wind up the slightly older Shadowhunter. Alec just groaned, leaning his body against Jace's side before sagging in defeat. What a beautiful sight.

Jace loosened his grip on Alec, which had been a mistake. Alec moved back onto his feet, pushing up and twisting around, suddenly stood straight and away from Jace with a smug smile on his face. Jace looked at him, astonished for a second, before getting back into the correct position, feet planted firmly as he waited for Alec to make the next move. The next move turned out to be moving in close, dropping down to avoid the swatting motion Jace made towards his head, a strong leg sweeping Jace's own legs from under him. Jace fell with a lack of grace that made Alec laugh, though the noise was only a half hearted huff. Jace made a move to get up but Alec was over him in seconds, a foot on his chest with the tip of his boot just under Jace's chin.

Jace gave in on his escape for a moment to admire the view. Alec looked like an angel, seconds after falling. Strong, graceful, proud. Hair and eyes wild, skin glistening and muscles rippling beneath. Jace was half expecting to see wings forming behind Alec, could imagine them perfectly, soot black like his hair and spread in all their powerful glory. The sight took what little breath he had left, leaving him gaping.