CODE NAME: VAMP

CN:V.1 - Well, Fuck Me

Jace was bored.

All he wanted was to go home and sleep for a year. But, it was his grandmother's birthday and he, as the heir to her fortune and her only living relative, he was obligated to attend. Not only that, he was also supposed to mingle.

"So Jonathan Christopher..." Raphael Santiago, one of his grandmother's business partners said his name in slight Spanish accent.

"Jace." Jace automatically corrected.

"Jace." Raphael grinned. "What are your thoughts about the Institute?"

"That's classified information." Jace said. "I have no idea what my grandmother does with the Institute. Now, the magazine or the orphanage or the bookstores or the..."

"I get it." Raphael snapped. "You have no idea what the Institute is."

"Right." Jace said. He looked up and saw one of his mother's employees, Magnus Bane walk in with a tall, dark-haired and scowling man and a tiny dark-haired girl. Jace rolled his eyes. He'd met the Asian a few times and he'd spoken to him once. He was his grandmother's Head of IT and according to Imogen, he was a genius; good at his job. Apparently, he was head hunted by a lot of powerful companies around the world but he was working for HERONDALE'S.

Jace watched him stand on his toes to whisper something to the tall man before kissing his cheeks.

Oh.

Apparently, that was his boyfriend. The dark-haired girl rolled her eyes and walked away from them. Jace watched as she walked away. She was beautiful but not exactly his type.

"Jonathan." He sighed as he heard his grandmother's voice. "I'd like you to meet someone."

Jace rolled his eyes before plastering a smile on his face and turning to walk towards his grandmother and the man she was talking to.

This night could not end fast enough.

"Jonathan, this is Jonathan Morgenstern." Imogen said. "His father was a good friend of mine."

Jace looked up at the tall man standing in front of him. He was blond, like Jace, except his hair was close cropped. He had cold grey eyes and a sardonic smirk on his face. "Jonathan?" he asked. His voice deep.

"Call me Jace." Jace said. "So as to avoid any confusion."

"Of course...Jace." Jonathan said, giving Jace the once over. Jace stifled a shiver. The look reminded him of that creepy swim coach in middle school who liked to watch the boys undress.

"Jonathan is a philanthropist." Imogen was saying. "He works with children. Orphans and abandoned kids."

Jace nodded, wondering why Imogen had to do this to him every time. He wasn't interested in HERONDALE'S. All he wanted was to cook and bake and maybe shoot at things in his free time.

"...with social and psychological issues." Jonathan was saying. "I had it all. This is a way of giving back."

What a douchebag.

Jace smiled and nodded. As they were talking, a tall man with red hair walked up to them and smiled at Imogen. "Imogen, it has been too long."

"Monsieur Verlac." Imogen smiled, kissing both cheeks and giggling slightly when the redhead did the same to her. "I didn't know you'd be here tonight."

"And miss your birthday?" the redhead said in a slight French accent. "When Jonathan told me, I pushed my flight to next week."

"This is my grandson, Jace." Imogen grabbed Jace's arm. "Jace, this is Sebastian Verlac, Jonathan's partner."