Disclaimer: I don't own Netflix's "Shadowhunters." Everything belongs to whoever owns them, my wishful thinking aside.

Authors Note #1: Because, let's face it, we all needed a little something-something after the season finale.

Warnings: season one spoilers – including the finale. Vampires, sexual content, sex, blood, blood drinking, first time, kinda like a gay virginity loss thing-thing, canon appropriate language and violence.

Extasis

Chapter Three

He came down from the high to find himself clutching at Simon like he was the last permanent thing on earth. Rocking against him with the zipper of his slacks ripped down and Simon's hand snaked inside his briefs, stroking him.

He hiccuped into Simon's skin, licking the wound clean as it closed up. Jittery and languid with it as he tipped his chin, snarling without heat as he welcomed the line of bloody kisses Simon started trailing down his skin.

He felt intoxicated. Powerful, unsteady and embarrassingly close already as Simon's slow strokes continued. Somehow managing to be maddening and everything all at once as the kisses turned into suckling bites that traced the line of his jaw and lingered on the flat-line of his pulse.

He must have said something. Done something. Made some sort of sound because before he could process it, Simon had their positions flipped. Firming him up against the wall as he hushed a negative into the arc of his throat.

"I got'cha," Simon rasped, a fractured note of the same blasphemy as the fledgling fumbled with the buttons of his own jeans. Giving him a half-second to process the intent before their cocks brushed, gliding together with a slick shiver that had him willing, as Simon's hand closed around them and started to-

He caught the man's chin in his hands, bloodying his lip as he stole a kiss. Then another. Turning it filthy in a way he didn't know he was capable of as Simon whimpered into his mouth. The hand on their cocks momentarily loosing it's rhythm before tightened back around them with a force that made him grunt.

He would be red – flushed and humid with it – if he'd been capable.

He was sure of it.

Because this wasn't like anything that had come before.

It was more.

It was Simon.

His eyes fluttered shut, decadent with it when Simon stuttered a curse. Adding a twist to the upstroke that swiped the blunt of his nail over the crown of his cock. Catching on quickly when his hips tried to knife forward. But Simon just grinned and did it again. Driving him wild as he bared his teeth at the ceiling and hissed with pleasure.

And to think that less than a year ago that sentence would have been meaningless.

Dios, what a thought.

But even then, everything came trembling to a stop when Simon lurched away, panting. Leaving him grasping at air, tractionless and exposed, before he realized the man folding down on his knees in front of him. Looking up at him with eyes that had no right to look as human and fragile as they did the moment his cock kissed the fledgling's lips and slipped inside.

The note he sang was pure and darkly bold when Simon took him in. Enough to tart the air with something new as Simon mouthed the head of his cock almost teasingly. Watching him closely as a suspicious frown crinkled creases across his forehead before understanding gradually flashed like a mortifying tidal surge across the fledgling's face.

"Oh man, Raphael…is-is this okay? Jesus- have you ever done- oh fuck-"

He hadn't.

Not like this.

Never like this.

He liked the way his name sounded when it rolled off Simon's tongue. Unable to stop himself from curling the flat of his palm down the fledgling's cheek. The taste of him still electric in his mouth as Simon swallowed around him in a way that was so different from the pretty girls with sun-kissed skin he'd dutifully brought home to meet his mother. The one's that smelled like the flowers in his abuela's back garden and the earth breathing.

His hips threatened to jump forward again when Simon added the barest hint of fang. Only pinning him flat against the wall like an afterthought when he tried to get more of that dangerous, tight press. Not looking completely opposed to the idea of being given more than his fair share as the fledgling's tongue swirled around the flare of his glands. Making him hiss out a featured moan as he slammed his hand back against the wall. Caving in the drywall with his fist as paint and plaster flaked down the sheer of his ruined slacks.

He looked down – wanting to watch - and nearly lost it.

Because Simon had a mouthful of cock and he was still managing to make noise. Even now, as he cupped the fledgling's chin and forced him to look up - saliva leaking messily out the corners - the air around them was alive with little whimpers that made him burn on the inside as the wet slick of Simon's mouth tightened around him.

Oh-

He hissed, head thudding back against the wall. Overstimulated and suddenly so very close that as his hand firmed in Simon's hair – tugging. Trying to warn him as his hips spasmed, jerking on the very edge of pleasure as Simon just shook his head, determined. Taking him deep as he lost the last shred of control he'd been clinging to and came with shuddering groan.

Hermoso.

And suddenly, for one terrible, blinding moment, he swore he saw sunlight.

It wasn't until later, much later when his perception of the hours was more than a bit skewed and he was half covered by a breathing landscape that scented so strongly of his that he had knew the others would likely never let him hear the end of it.

He stretched, coddling Simon's grumbling as he turned, gathering the fledgling into him. Pressing soft kisses into the fine, downy hairs on the back of his neck as Simon gusted a pleased sound into the destroyed cushions. The pale of his ass flush against him as his cock twitched hopefully. Too sated to commit to anything more than a gentle, off-center rhythm.

"Te extrañe," he whispered, letting the words free without regret as somewhere in the deepest reaches of the hotel, a clock chimed the hour. He blinked slowly, sphinx-eyed and lazy, suppressing the urge to yawn. It was almost sunrise. Heralding the slow drag as the members of his clan retreated into their rooms for sleep.

But he was still surprised when the fledgling answered like he knew.

"I missed you too, you know," Simon replied into the dark. Toes curling as he found his hand and tangled their fingers together as the darkness kept them close.

His smile was small, but honest when it aired out between them. Shaking his head as he looked down at the man in his arms. Unable to help the thought as it whispered through him. Murmuring that if it was a sin to chain an angel to the ground, perhaps it was fitting that his soul was already damned.

A/N: Thank you for reading, please let me know what you think. – This story is now complete.

Reference: Please forgive me for butchering the Spanish language, I am google translating.

"abuela" – "grandmother."

"Hermoso" – "beautiful."

"Te extrañe" – "I missed you."