Malec/Jalec/Malace Smut

Who will you choose, Alexander?

They spotted it, the first time, during a Clave meeting. Alec was supposed to be presenting something to representatives, known for despising those who were different from them. Already, they all knew Alec was in for a rough time but the actual meeting was painful.

Jace was sat on one side of the table, right at the back, there to give Alec prompts if Alec lost his train of thought. Magnus was sat right at the front, there for moral support and also because he felt the Clave needed to be aware that he was there only to supervise and not to put up with any of their crap. 

It was going alright. Alec was doing so well, both Magnus and Jace were proud beyond words. He hadn't stuttered or forgotten anything, addressing members of the Clave by their names, making eye contact, remembering exactly where demon activity had risen and fallen. Jace and Magnus found themselves lured into a false sense of security. They were five minutes away from Alec finishing when and old representative decided to speak up. 

"I suppose you've gotten all this information from Downworlders?" The way the word was spoken made Alec and Jace flinch. Magnus just rolled his eyes.

"Some of it, yes. Though all of it was collected by me and my people here." Alec countered. Jace held his breath, he could already see the signs of panic on Alec's face.

"Is that so?" Another asked. Alec's eyes went to them and he nodded, not saying anything this time. Magnus sat up a little straighter, watching Alec a lot more carefully. 

"Just how many of you are sleeping with Downworlders to collect this extensive information? Your sister and that seelie and of course you and your Warlock. Anyone else we should watch out for?" There was murmured agreement. Jace flinched again, shaking his head when Alec's eyes fell on him.

Alec looked at Magnus who gave him the smallest of smiles, his chest tight at the sight of Alec's shame-flushed cheeks.

"I-I don't see how that has anything to do... To do with what we are discussing." Jace felt the stutter more than hearing it. He felt the heat of embarrassment and the rise of panic, tension falling over the room. 

"It has everything to do with what we are discussing. How do we know that this Warlock isn't working against us? He's always here and he has you, my dear boy, at his feet. I'm sure you'd tell him anything in return for some quick and shameful activities." Yet another representative had jumped on the band wagon. 

Alec was shaking now, barely contained as he tried to regain control. "That has nothing to do with anything. I'd prefer it if-if you stayed out of my personal affairs and focused more about- upon what we are trying to- to..." Alec looked back at Jace, hazel eyes shining with tears only Jace and Magnus could pick out. Jace and Magnus both realized at the same time, with a sinking feeling in their gut, that Alec had lost control.

"Gentlemen," Magnus started. Jace sighed in relief as the Warlock stood. "I'd prefer to keep the discussion of my sex life to a minimum, unless you're interested in experiencing some of those quick and shameful activities I can offer." He sent a wink to one of the people who had insulted his boyfriend, earning a look of disgust. Unknowingly, Magnus had placed himself in front of Alec, arms crossed and shoulders squared, sheltering the Shadowhunter. 

"Forgive me, Warlock. I merely wanted to find out if this meeting is actually for our benefit or for yours." The man who spoke was met with golden-green eyes, narrowed and cold. 

"Do you really think being stuck in a room with men who look as old as I am is to my benefit? No. I'm here to protect a Shadowhunter you think deserves to be ignored and questioned because he has an open mind. My, my. What an interesting little mind you must have." Magnus' voice was cold but amused.