Malec One Shots

52. Guard (AU)

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Song ~ Alina Baraz & Galimantias - Unfold
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(SORT OF SMUT SO IF YOU DON'T LIKE THAT SORTA THING THEN DON'T READ BC THERES A BJ AND A MAKE OUT SESSION. IF YOU CAME HERE FOR THAT SORTA SHIT THEN GO AHEAD IM NOT STOPPING YA)

Alec watched as Jace helped zip Izzy's dress up, a matte grey bodycon dress that stopped mid-thigh, with knee high boots as black as her hair that was pulled up into a sleek ponytail. Jace wore grey jogging bottoms and a white tshirt under a black coat, all monotone down to his black converse. Alec wore all black. As per usual. His hair was mussed and naturally wavy across his forehead, his black jeans skinny but not too much, a black tshirt tight against his biceps, broad shoulders, and torso, with a black leather bomber jacket. He wore his combat boots. His only decent pair of footwear. The guards were in their own clothes, fitted to blend in. Clary in a matching dress to Izzy's yet in a striking mustard yellow, and Simon in a elegant royal blue outfit akin to Jace's. Chase had black jeans too, an embroidered red and gold shirt, black heeled boots, and layers upon layers of jewellery coiled around his neck and wrists. His hair was tied up with a red sash and his makeup like liquid gold.

Alec, his sister Izzy, and their adopted brother Jace had bodyguards. It wasn't pleasant most of the time, but Alec had learned to cope. When he'd first met Chase he barely talked to him, just acknowledged his presence. Now they were, not friends, per say, but more than acquaintances. The presence of the man was somewhat calming, knowing that he had someone that wouldn't rat on him or get him into trouble for nothing. He was pleasant, Chase was pleasant. Alec had Chase, obviously, Izzy had some guy called Simon, and Jace had a fiery redhead called Clary. He had a good time in the family grounds doing what he wished, training, eating, reading. So when he was roped into going to that stupid new club outside the grounds, he instantly wanted to shrivel up in a hole.

At the venue, Alec curled up in a booth beside Chase. His immature siblings and their guards were out enjoying themselves, and Alec didn't know what to do with himself. A waiter came over, flashing Alec a small wink as he recognised him and passed him a tumbler of something as gold as Chase's makeup, and as sweet as honey. Whiskey. He glanced over the the bar, where a man was sat, and nodded his head as thanks whilst taking a sip. "What do you want?" Alec asked Chase. He looked offended. "I'm your guard, no need to be grumpy." He retorted, and Alec furrowed his brows. "No, what drink do you want." Alec tried again, pinching the bridge of his nose, and Chase's eyes lit up. "I couldn't, I don't want you spending your money on me." Chase chuckled, the apples of his cheeks a rosy pink under the fluorescent lights of the club. "My family doesn't govern me, I will spend what I wish on who I wish." Alec called over a waiter with hair like pansies and skin like buttermilk. She flashed the two a smile. Alec looked at Chase accusingly, who let out a small cough. "A martini, please." He said after a second of eye contact with an irritated Alec Lightwood. The waiter smiled again, all teeth and warm eyes the colour of ocean spray.

That's how the night went on. Alec sat at the booth with Chase, sometimes talking, sometimes not. Chase found himself looking at the Lightwood heir more than his job contract entitled him to, focusing on his arms and shoulders when Alec shrugged off the bomber jacket. A thin film of sweat glistened on his skin. Every so often the others would come back, Izzy and Jace pleasantly buzzed, and Clary and Simon smiling ear to ear. Unprofessional, that was what both Chase and Alec thought. When the four came back for the third time, Jace's shirt was pulled halfway up his torso, and Izzy's dress was hiked up even higher on her thighs. Alec sorted his siblings out, and sent their guards personal warnings to take care of them instead of fucking around like hormonal teenagers. "But that's what we are!" Came Isabelle's slurred reply.

After a long while of drinking alcohol and talking, both of the sillier siblings were drunk. Alec didn't get drunk. He didn't drink much anyway. Chase seemed the same, even though he'd reluctantly accepted more drinks from Alec as time passed on. He was unfazed. As the music dimmed down, Alec decided they had to go home. Clary slung a surprisingly thin arm around Jace, helping him walk out, and Simon made sure Isabelle was decent before curling an arm around her waist and guiding her out of the club. Alec just pulled his jacket on and sauntered out as if he owned the place, Chase in front of him swaying his hips.