-Sexual Abuse this chap!-

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Jace stepped into his room just in his shorts, toweling his hair. Clary couldn't help but stare. His finely toned body still glistened with a few drops of water. She followed one as it trickled down his neck and his chest, saw it weave in and out of the muscles on his stomach until it disappeared under his boxers. She swallowed hard.

"Are you okay?" He asked quietly.

"Yeah," she smiled a little. "Just admiring the view." He smiled very faintly. She frowned. No smart remark, no cocky smirk, just a tiny smile. He sat down next to her, tossing the towel in the hamper. She looked at him, waiting for him to say something.

"Something wrong?" She asked when he remained silent.

He turned suddenly, taking her in his arms, holding her close. She hugged him back, her face in his neck. "Shh," she soothed. "Hush, it's alright, Jace."

"You're everything to me," he blurted. "I mean everything. I, I don't know where I'd be without you." She kissed him deeply, touched by his words. She couldn't believe he'd admitted to that. She lied down on top of him, pushing his curls back, languidly kissing his neck, right where the collar had been.

He shut his eyes, sighing and holding her. "I missed you so much," she said softly, forehead pressed to his.

"I missed you too," he breathed, eyes closed as she resumed kissing his neck. "God, Clary." He rolled over, sending her underneath him. His gold eyes were locked on hers. He stroked her cheek, brushing her bangs from her eyes.

"I love you. I love you so much." He was trying to covey how much she meant to him, how much he needed her. "There aren't words," he whispered. "I can't describe how much I love you, I-" She pressed her fingers to his lips, swallowing hard. The way he was looking at her was almost unbearable.

"Then, then show me," she said shakily. He kissed her gently, cradling the small of her back.

"Your mother will be here soon." She kissed him, breath shaking as she traced the white scars that decorated his beautiful body. He shivered.

"She can wait."

"Mom, I'm not helpless," Isabelle scoffed.

"I know you're not, Isabelle' that's not what I'm saying. I'm asking you how you knew where they were," Maryse said.

"I asked that vamp they talked to before they left where the alley was. I ran into an elf headed that was and she told me about the portal and what was on the other side of it. She showed me this makeup shop a Draeni ran. He said he'd do my makeup and did it gratis when he found out I was going to get Magnus.

"It took three weeks for me to find that stupid vampire. If I would've gotten there sooner."

"Why didn't you tell us?" Robert asked. "We could have helped." She shook her head.

"You would have tried to stop me or gotten the Clave involved. That would have gotten them killed," she said pointedly.

"Right."

"Is Alec alright?" Maryse asked, sounding a little desperate.

"He's fine, Mom. He's with Magnus."

"So that automatically makes him alright?" Robert asked skeptically. She smiled a little.

"If you've seen them together like I have, you'd know the answer to that."

"Mmno, no, god, please…please!" Magnus moaned, hiding his face in Alec's chest. "I'll be good, I'll be good, UHN! Stop it, stop it, please!" Alec opened his eyes, instinctively hugging Magnus tighter, caressing the back of his head.

"Magnus, hey, hey, wake up. It's alright, shh."

Magnus opened his eyes, looking up at him, shaking. "It's alright," Alec nodded, gently pressing his lips to his forehead. "Was it him? Was he hurting you?" Magnus shook his head, not meeting his eyes. Alec stroked his cheek. "Talk to me, baby. Who was hurting you?" He shook his head again. "Baby, please. I can't help you if I don't know what to fix."

"It happened centuries ago," he breathed. "There's nothing to fix, now." Alec looked at him sadly, cradling his face, thumbing his sharp cheekbones.

"Please." Magnus looked at him, eyes bleary.

"It was 1605…"

I don't know how I got there. It was cold, dark. My hands were chained above me, back pressing against icy stone, body stark naked.

I fought to get away for some time, thinking that I'd been caught by soldiers ready to burn or hang me. It wouldn't have been the first time for that, either.

My powers were useless upon trying to get out, so I knew that mundanes hadn't captured me. God, was I right.

He was a warlock, much larger than me, and he kept several others that looked around my age in these cells. I could hear them crying and moaning in this dimly lit dungeon.

He grinned at me, white eyes sparkling in the torchlight.

"My new toy," he laughed, coming closer to touch me. I fought, gaining nothing except loss of energy.

He turned me around, my cheek now against the frigid rock. He touched me everywhere, suckling on my neck and back.

He pressed a pliable, wooden rod to my cheek, grinning at me.

"Playtime starts now."

He didn't use it on my back. I wished he would have. I cried out, in pain, humiliated. It lashed my thighs, tearing skin before it went back to its original destination. I shut my eyes, biting my lip and shaking my head.

"STOP IT!" I demanded.

My legs were numb when he stopped. I couldn't hold myself up, and he knew that.

The rod clattered to the floor, and I fell a moment later, unable to stand. I breathed raggedly, trying not to shake.

He strapped my calves to my thighs, leaving me exposed. "I'm going to have so much fun breaking you in."

I don't know how long it was before I whimpered at the sight of him. A chain hung around my neck, acting as a collar and a leash all at once. I was always gagged, my hands tied in leather behind my back.

"You ready to play?" He liked me, a lot. He came for me twice a day, sometimes more. I was touched in ways… There aren't words, Alec. He used me like I was a toy. He beat me, throwing me around like I was a rag doll. He did whatever he wanted to me, and I was powerless to him.

How did you get away?

I knew there would be no one to save me. I had no one, not a soul in the world that would notice I was missing. So I had to do whatever it took to get away.

I had to get some of my powers back, I had to. It was either build up enough strength to get out, or die. My body was trying to give up on itself. I'd blacked out more than once during, my mind deciding my body couldn't take the trauma. I would die if it didn't stop soon.

I stopped fighting him. I needed the energy. I let him…I let him do those things to me. I just lied there and cried. He bruised and beat me still, biting the inside of my thighs so hard he made them bleed. And I didn't fight. He thought I was trying to be good. He let me sleep in his bed. If my hands hadn't been bound I would've slit his throat then and there.

He put me back in the cell one day, around all of the toys and devices he had to use on me.

"If you promise to behave I'll untie you. I won't make it hurt, either," he hissed. Just the prospect of something not hurting made me nod.

He took the gag from my lips, setting it beside me. He took the leather from my hands, letting them fall at my sides.

"There's a good boy."

I was shaking, freezing against the stone.

I grabbed his privates and squeezed as hard as I could, letting the electricity I'd been dying to use on him flow from my fingertips, my face centimeters from his. I watched the light leave his eyes as he stared at me, paralyzed. Tears streamed down my face in anger and relief. I screamed in his face, "WHO'S WEAK NOW?"

He died, right there. I laughed. I don't know why, but I did.

I walked out of my cell and looked down the hall, at all of the other doors holding boys just like me, some warlocks, some mundane. I waved my hand. The doors opened, my clothes were back in place and I ran.

I ran as fast as I could, up countless stairs until I broke free into burning sunlight. I fell back, blind. I hadn't seen it in months. So bright…

I kept running, just trying to get away from that god-awful place. I could never go back, ever. And what Esekial did to me just makes me think of all those times he came and touched me and made me-

"Baby, stop! Stop," Alec held him tight, kissing his cheeks. He'd never felt so fragile, so small in his arms. A few tears trickled down his cheeks, so angry, so heartbroken at what these people had done to his love. "It's alright now. They won't hurt you, I promise."

Magnus's broken eyes, filled with tears and innocence looked up at him. "I, I want to forget them. I want to forget what they feel like." He touched Alec's cheek, kissing him.

Alec looked at him warily. "Mag, I don't think that's a good-"

"Please." His voice cracked. Alec gently stroked his cheek, frowning a little. He kissed him gently.

"We'll go slow," he promised. Magnus nodded, tears still falling down his cheeks. "Are you sure?"

He kissed him firmly. "Yes. Love me, baby, please."

He slowly took his shirt off, softly kissing his neck. Magnus held onto him tightly, stopping himself from shaking.

"Shh, it's me, it's me, baby. It's just me."

Magnus had never been more grateful to have Alec in his life than right now. His hands were so soft, so gentle with him, words kind and soothing. He stopped when Magnus's heart pounded in a frighteningly fast pattern.

"Alexander."

"I'm here, I've got you, baby."

It was blissful, chaste, warm. Magnus let the memories of monsters and bruises fade into Alec's touch. He looked up at him, melting in his sweet eyes. Alec buried his face in his hair, placing butterfly soft kisses on his neck, breathing in the vanilla scent of his skin.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, trying not to giggle when he felt Magnus's cheek blush next to his lips. The warlock shook his head, rolling over so Alec was underneath him.

A surge of relief flooded through the young Shadowhunter. Magnus took control, he wasn't scared anymore.

"You're beautiful, not me, and I love you more than life itself."

When it was done they lied beside each other, gasping softly. They kissed, still tangled in each other's arms.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Alexander."

Chairman Meow shook his head, curling on the rug in the corner. Humans were strange, but if Magnus was happy, then so was he. Besides, if he was happy he'd get something to eat besides dead birds.

Esekial looked up, the alarm on his watch going off. He smiled a little. He needed something else to put in the cages; he was starting to lose money on the lack of business.

Something had come through his portal, hopefully something interesting.

He walked toward the hills, whistling as he walked.

"Miss me?"

He looked at the boy in front of him, the pretty blonde one. He grinned maliciously.

"Did you come back for more, boy?"

Jace shook his head, smiling knowingly, tossing a Seraph blade back and forth in his hand, clad in his Shadowhunter fighting gear.

"I came hear to tear you and the rest of the disgusting scourge that lives here." Esekial laughed, hard.

"Oh really? You and what army?"

"Oh," Magnus said, walking up beside him, adjusting his leather gloves and smiling. "I think he can drum up the numbers. What do you think darling?"

"We might be able to," Alec smiled, aiming his bow. "Izzy?

"I think we can take a," she snapped her whip behind her, "crack at it."

"Okay, even I thought that was bad," Clary came up beside Jace, holding his arm.

"I think they might help though." Simon stood beside Isabelle, pointing his thumb behind him.

An entire army of Nephilim was filing in behind them.

Magnus smirked, kissing Alec's cheek. "Right for his heart, love." Alec pulled the arrow back.

"I don't miss."

END

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