A/N This is the first work I've had enough courage to publish! Chapters are short but will hopefully be plentiful!

-Windy

Rated M for sexual implications and actions as well as potential language.
Disclaimer: All characters/settings belong to Cassandra Clare.

He stepped up to the taller boy, who shivered. Will reached forward but Jem recoiled against the wall behind him. Laughing softly, Will wrapped the slight figure into his chest. He sniffed, stiffening in his attempt to pull away. Will's eyes darken as he grabs Jem's wrist, preventing him from moving further away. A slight struggle ensues in which Jem is pulled from his feet and fully into Will's arms; his legs wrapped around his waist. Ever so small, a smile peaks out from the face buried in Jem's neck.

"You know, this would go a lot smoother if you were more cooperative."

Jem shook his head. "Please, just not right now. What if someone sees?"

Will bites his neck hard in response. Moaning softly, Jem adds, "Besides, you aren't prepared to… you know…"

Lifting his lips to Jem's ear, Will asks, "What do I know?" Before proceeding to nibble lightly on his earlobe. The pale boy's face goes scarlet.

"You know…that…" He trails off, unsure whether Will had picked up on what he meant or not.

Will has to give a particularly hard suck on the now-ravished neck in front of him to keep from grinning. "I'm sure I don't know what that you're talking about. Is it this?" He bends to kiss the hollow of Jem's throat. "Or this," as he breathes against his ear, "Maybe this?" Biting down on the broader boy's lip, Jem prevents withdrawal from the kiss. Detaching his face from Jem's, Will continues.

"What about that?" he asked, as he pushes on the narrow boy's navel to rub their bodies against one another.

Jem gasps, "That, definitely that."

Will incites the motion again, despite the protests of the other boy. "Really, what if someone sees? Besides, I don't feel much like it now." He pushes at the younger boy's chest futilely, as Will is far stronger than he is without the Yin Fen.

Leaning in, the raven haired boy growls, "I don't much care what you feel like now: I only care that in ten minutes time you will feel wanting, pleasure, pain, and a lack of control like never before. And you will enjoy every moment."

Jem squeezes his eyes shut, unsure if he is turned on or frightened by Will's threat. "Okay, okay," he replies. "Can we at least go home first?"

"I thought you'd never ask."