Prohibetur

[ROUX]

Another warlock...another Shadowhunter...and this time, fate dares not be so lenient. Forbidden love is always known to have various outcomes, but when it comes to angels, demons, and their ancestors, the lines have always been clearly drawn -





-or have they?



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[ROUX]

@DarkiusHeavenstein

This fight was not going well...not well at all.
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Of course Alexander had jumped in without thinking - ok, well no. Not without thinking, but it was the thinking that got him in trouble in the first place, thinking that he could take on a greater demon by himself. Just because he carried the 'forbidden' seraph blade Raziel didn't give him invincibility...although he liked to believe so. Right now, however, those notions were going to end up getting him killed. He spun and slashed with his weapon with skill, but though he wasn't reckless in any way, his formerly fluid and calculated movements were beginning to loose the strength behind them. A simple misstep over London's snowy ground however, had basically doomed him. death by precipitation...how...embarrassing. The demon had caught him in the ribs, quite literally almost burning a hole through him, and Alex had a feeling that part of the bone had been pretty much melted to the flame that had burned there. It hurt. And he was almost swaying on his feet, though still holding his sword steady even as the creature laughed at him, mocking him, dragging his death sentence out. He tried one last time, running towards the fiery beast with his sword driving for its heart, feeling the relief when it made contact but knowing the move itself would finish himself off. At least no one would miss him...he didn't have any family left to do so. At least if he was going down, he'd take the demon down with him, and die in whatever honor he had left.

 

[DarkiusHeavenstein]

So it had proven itself not to be a quiet day... not even close.

The demon activity seemed to have increased lately and more powerful demons had found away into this world. It made Benjamin frown as they were either very stupid or very full of themselves to attack a city where an Institute lay so close. Even though his thoughts were quite calm, his feet were not as they hurried over the snowy ground, following the familiar stench of sulfur. This was the third attack he was after, though the first demonic one. The first one had been a crazed werewolf and later on a bloodthristy vampire. So it was safe to say he had not gotten much sleep, yet one would not be able to tell at first glance at his youthfull face. He slipped a bit as he turned the corner and the smell of sulfur and demon ichor suddenly become more penetrating. His golden cat like eyes lay upon the Greater Demon and just as he wanted to call out the name he noticed somehing, no someone, moving in. A shadowhunter, since of course they would come out for demons, with no question and the ever lasting dead wish. He would never understand what moved them to throw away the precious gift of life so eagerly as he in his 500, more or less, years of living had never felt the urge to give up on it. That didn't mean his life had been easy and without pain, no, not at all, but there were also beautiful moments that proven to be worth living for.

Anway back to the scene in front of him, while his boots slipped over the cold surface he snapped his fingers and orange sparks appeared. He was about to cast his spell to launch the demon back and bind him against the wall as the Shadowhunter suddenly moved forward. His eyes grew big as he had forgotten all about his own magic as he knew that the deed of the other would, of course, bring the demon down, yet not without paying the ultimate price himself. He rushed forward as the sword pierced through the heart, or some ohter vital part, of the demon. The beast shuddered and made an awful sound, swearing its revenge, before it fell apart to dust which would spread over the thousand realms. The demon was not dead, but it would take many many years for it to return. His concern was not with the demon, even though his father had been one, no his eyes pinned themselves down on the Shadowhunter. He didn't particularly like Shadownhunters, he rather just tried to avoid running into them as much as possible. Shadowhunters only meant trouble, especially when their last name was Herondales, yet his faith however seemed to be twisted and braided together with this family.

"Have you gone utterly out of your mind?" The Warlock shook his head as he expected no answer, the color of the sparks between his fingers changed for a softer orange, almost yellow. He had seen the wound at the side of the other and no iratze or other rune would be strong enough to heal the wounds a demon left. He mumbled something under his breath and whether that was a profanity or a spell, none would know other than himself as he conjured his magic. It would only be a matter of time before the venom had burned so far that even he could not be of any help and questions could always be asked later. Not only questions to the other, as why he thought it was a good idea to take down a Greater Demon by hemself, but also questions for himself, as in why he had decided to help. This was not his battle, well not really, and he usually was paid to do these kinds of healings. Then again lean build and dark hair had always been his weakness. That and that determinded look of the other as he went in for the last blow, not wanting his own suffering to have been for nothing. Let's not forget the agility and swiftness the other had moved with, gracefully like a cat launching itself at its prey. All together it had formed a tug at his heart he had not felt in a long time...​

 

[ROUX]

Alex hadn't expected to wake up again. He'd always doubted the concept of heaven, a place where no wrong was done and everyone's greatest dreams were made possible...he'd seen to much death for that. Even the righteous ones, even himself - not that he was all that good, persay - they were supposed to be on the 'good' side were they not? They were the Nephillim, the Shadowhunters. They protected not only their own, but the mundane world at that. But the things they did...it was still killing. Demons themselves, now Alex couldn't stand, not one bit. It had been demons that murdered his entire family, murdered them before Alex could have even a chance to know them. But even though he had a perfectly good reason for fighting as he did, he hadn't always been the most honorable in his duties, and neither had the Shadowhunters as a whole. How many times had he seen those from where he lived strike out wrongfully of for the most frivolous reasons against the Downworlders? And that was without even mentioning the blatant dislike they had for the other, 'lower' race, and most of all warlocks. In fact there were serious issues of trust between those on the council currently, significantly between the London Institute and the New York Institute - or at least, that was where the conflict had started. It began as a family matter, a Lightwood conflict of course. And the reason he himself knew about it, or was so close to it, was the fact that it was the ancestors of Anna Lightwood that were currently running the London Institute opposite their cousins running the other. Alex lived with them, thAnd when Alec Lightwood became...sexually involved with the well known Warlock Magnus Bane....of course, the sides were drawn. Dawn, in the sense that the English half of the Lightwood family wanted nothing to do with Maryse and Robert, or their children. It was considered a disgrace, where Alex was from, and that...that didn't even include homosexuality as itself. That had already been looked down upon. And this never mattered to Alex, never had, because he was as straight as the rest of them were, his mind never thinking of another man that way.


Not until now, that was.


If he'd expected anything at all, it was to open his eyes to nothingness, maybe pure white, maybe pure black, maybe he wouldn't be able to open his eyes at all. But he did, and two things registered at once. First, the horrible pain the coursed through him, from head to toe, of course stemming from that spot on his side. The second thing he noticed...the man, the warlock above him - the warlock that had his hands on him, sending some sort of magic through him, though that wasn't why it was such a shock to him, though it should have been. No, Alex was more concerned with the proximity of the other man, who was leaning over him, and the first thing saw. And for the first split second after taking the man's face in with his eyes, Alex had...wanted him. Wanted him, in the sense that he wasn't supposed to - though if there was one that wouldn't damn he didn't know, since this one was a Downworlder. And the worst kind - he was half demon. The thing Alex hated so much. So his first instinct was to move, to try and rear up and away from the invasive hands that had pushed up his shirt to get to his wound. But he shouldn't have even tried, and the moment he did, he only got about two inches off of his back before the pain suddenly flamed, causing him to slam back against the ground instead, biting his tongue and making a strangled sort of growl in order not to scream at the pain, blood running from the side of his mouth now from his teeth.

 

[DarkiusHeavenstein]

Though his magic would work just as perfectly above the clothes, it worked better underneath it. And well, maybe that were just non-professional reasons to have a better look at this Angel's child. The soft yellow glow spread over from his fingers over the perfect skin, not smooth and untouched, as his eyes moved over several scars and marks, but still perfect. There was a time he might have been able to love them, but Nephilim made tragic lovers. He had heard the stories from Bane, how he had witness Edmund Herondale loose his heart to a mundane girl and later was stripped of his Marks, how Will had lost his heart to the lover of his paratabai, or something like that, they had not been in close contact during that time, and he knew the tales of James whom had lost his heart to a girl that could not love like Herondales loved, fully and till their last breath. After that he had not heard much about the Herondales or any shadowhunters, not from Magnus' side at least. It was about the time he had offered his services to the Nephilim for the last time ever and even that had not been his fault. If he remembered the words correctly that had been spat in his face they sounded like this 'You are no longer wanted here and your services are no longer needed, demon inbred'. He had steered clear from all that included anything that had to do with Angels or their childern, yet he had not left London. Shadowhunters could be prideful, but their pride was misplace. He had lived for far longer and also had his pride, which meant he would not leave his city because some arrogant Angelchild said so. He looked down at the face that seemed so peaceful now..


Until the eyes opened...


Benjamin had not expected much gratefulness, but at least a bit of shock, but instead he was granted hate and disgust. The glow around his fingers fell away the boy moved, or at least tried to get away from him. The attempt, which had been stupid, had quickly come to an end, but the Warlock knew enough. For a moment he wondered how Magnus had been able to keep up with all of this, but then again Alec had been more openminded, something which was unexpected from the Lightwoods. He watched the blood on the others face and instinctively moved his hand forward, only to mask his movement by running the hand through the liberty spikes. "Fine, than I won't help" If he could just have kept his eyes close for just a moment longer... but that was a wish that would never be granted. At least he had done what was accepted, as he could do much more for the other, besides Shadowhunters were strong and the Institute closeby. Yet the demon had a good grip on the boy and the venom would spread fast. "Just so you know, I normally would charge a lot for this kind of magic... Healing a demon wound, sucking out the venom... It is not quite pleasant work..." He didn't actually know why he said those words, though it was true, back in the days and that was before the Circle of Valentine, he would have been paid a lot for healing the Shadowhunters after their encounters with demons. And in his opinion that was only fair as the demon energy he pulled from such wounds directly infested on him, yet as being demon born, it only had a weak effect on him. He also had no idea why he had not just gotten up and left by now, it was clear the Shadowhunter didn't want his help, even though he needed it. Maybe it was the sliver of emotion he had seen just before the hate and disgust set through, but then again he could be just imagening things. After all Shadowhunters made tragic lovers, they lived too fast and died too soon, especially for someone who was immortal and would spend all his eternity on Earth.

 

[ROUX]

Alex glared, if only out of habit, as he mentally assessed the situation. He could still feel the pain sweeping through him, threatening to pull him under and to unconsciousness again - and he probably would have stayed that way if his body hadn't reacted on instance to the healing but decidedly foreign magic. Now magic, he was no stranger too, for reasons he'd never revealed to anyone but his parabatai. But this kind was from the other aspect of it, the demonic side, regardless of the use, and he'd reacted as any Shadowhunter would and became immediately wary of it. That, and it was his natural reaction to be careful around anything that was, or was related to a demon - so of course a warlock would qualify near the top of his list for most hated things. Especially because for that one moment he'd felt something that would no doubt both puzzle and bother him later when he thought about the unavoidable of why he had indeed thought the unthinkable. But now he had to focus on the present. He knew he'd die if he didn't let the other help him...but letting a warlock help him was the last thing his pride wanted him to do. How many times had Alyss told him his pride would be the death of him? Countless. Though it looked like an exception would have to be in order...he didn't have a problem throwing his life away in exchange for the demise of a Greater demon. But letting himself die just because he didn't trust the being that was healing him? That wouldn't do. And then there was the question of why this one was helping him anyway, and why he was he even still here - he'd obviously seen Alex's initial reaction to the situation as a whole.


He looked up, his expression unreadable as he tried to figure out what exactly he should say. "I...I don't know why you want to help me..." he said, rather truthfully so. His voice came out a bit strangled, as he was talking around the blood that had caught there but he didn't even have the energy to turn his head and cough it from his windpipe.

 

[DarkiusHeavenstein]

Benjamin endured the glaring as his face was clear of any emotion. He simply watched the other as he made his decisions, whatever they may be. There had been something in that determined fighting face and the soft, almost innocent, face of the other while he had been unconscious. Something that was worth staying for and even now as he was being glared at and probably being assessed on how trust worthy he'd be. However he could see the pain eating at the others consciousness, waiting to drag him down again, even though he had to admit the Shadowhunter was very strong in not giving in to this. As the darkness could only be a bliss for the constant stinging pain he should be in, Benji himself had no idea how it was for Nephilim to be wounded by a demon that much. There was a bit of curious twinkle to his eyes as he studied the other, the angle of his jawline, the subtle marks on his skin for as far as they were shown.


However the twinkle was killed the moment the other looked back up to him. The studying reduced to only the look in his eyes as the question surprised him. There was a certain simplicity to his voice and that answer, since the strangled tone of the other worried him more. Maybe that was their problem, maybe they just worried too much for those whom did not worry enough. "As for your next questions, I would be happy to answer all of them once you are healed. I doubt Marax would let you get away easily..." He blinked his eyes suddenly as he looked at the young male before him. "They never found him, back in 1870's something... Lottie was leading the London Institute at that time..." Those were good times, times where they had not been shunned. After all Lottie had taken in Will Herondale and well, Will and Magnus... they had changed the view on Warlocks, yet only for a short duration of time.. "And yet you killed him... single handedly... This will not be the end, this will absolutely not be the end" He shook his head, as some of the red blood coloured the virgin white snow. Immediately his attention was back to the task ahead. "Now let's go, I can't heal you here out in the snow... My place is nearby, closer than the Institute" Not that he would have gone to the institute otherwise. He was not welcome there and he respected that wish, no matter how foolish it was.

 

[ROUX]

Alex knew he should have been completely abhorred at the idea, at the suggestion that he let himself be taken into a Downworlder's home for anything but Clave business, and this was to be treated, no less. But was there more? That really was the question floating around Alexander's still throbbing skull. He had never believed things happened without reason, that any one would so things without reason. When he'd asked the Warlock why he would help him, a Shadowhunter, he had basically stated he didn't know. Even said beforehand that he would have usually been paid to do this. Of course, he could have been lying about why he'd saved Alex's life, but it still brought up that same question of why. And if he really didn't know, there was something...something more that one of them had to realize sooner or later. Alex just hoped it wouldn't be a situation where he'd let himself be dragged into a trap - of any kind.


Right now however, when he'd made the choice to not only agree to let the Warlock help him, but also to take him to god knows where the man lived, he'd turned his head. And when he'd turned his head he'd had to look into those eyes, those golden eyes, and he'd been a loss for words at the moment. When he'd first seen them he'd been half dead really, but now? They were brighter than ever, and whats more they brought the strange feeling back. The feeling that burned slowly from his face, down his chest, and crossed into regions that they shouldn't have, not like this, not for him. He blinked, suddenly coming to the realization that he was blushing, and he quickly redirected his gaze to the snow directly in front of the half-demon. He found his words again, speaking them carefully this time to try and hide his initial reaction, trying to slip back into the cold and wary expression that he trusted himself to hold.


"...Alright. But nothing...nothing but this," he added after agreeing, shivering at the snow below him that he'd started feeling the chilly wetness from on his back and neck. He figured this wouldn't take too long...right? He could get back to the Institute in a day or two, maybe less. He would sneak out depending on how he was feeling, not depending on the advice he was given - he'd been told he was never one for doctor's words, and had exasperated the silent brothers on more than one painful occasion. He shifted, trying to escape the cold against his back, making him wish he'd just been able to lie with his eyes shut when the Warlock had been leaning over him, touching him, creating that tangible heat -


"I can't just call you Warlock," he muttered quickly, interrupting his thoughts by speaking again. "My name is Alexander Herondale...and who are you?"

 

[DarkiusHeavenstein]

There was a short silence as their eyes met and he was captivated by them. No matter how cold they were, how wary of the situation and how they judged him. He could see more in them as they seemed to soften for just a slight moment as the moment was broken by the other looking away, as if he was ashamed of something. He was delighted as he saw some color return to the males face, or was it more than just some color? Once again he was playing with the question whether his mind was playing tricks on him, but if it did, why? That would be a question for later as the other spoke again and hesitatingly took the offer. It left Benjamin to be surprised, pleasantly surprised, even though the Shadowhunter didn't really have another choice. Even though he could take the hint form the cold voice that he wouldn't spend a moment longer than necessary, never the less his lips curled up in a pleasant smile. "Of course... nothing more"


But there would be more, so much more, whether they wanted it or not and whether they realized that yet or not. As the other shifted in the snow, he moved forward. His arms quickly moving around the others body for a gentle, yet firm, grip as there was no way the Shadowhunter would be able to walk himself. A red spark escaped from his fingers as he moved up to a standing position to make sure they would be covered with a glamour. Not that he was worried about any mudane eyes seeing them, but he rather wanted to be sure than sorry. He doubted the Shadowhunter would be thrilled about being carried around, bridal style, let alone that he would want any curious eyes to see him in this state. His muscles showed themselves under the dark tight fabric of the shirt he was wearing, yet seemingly with little effort he started moving towards his place, the penthouse, just a block or two away. The words and the following question made him look down at the angelic face of the other, once again surprised though the other did have a point.


"Alexander Herondale, I must say it is a particular way of meeting..." The words were spoken just to taste the others name on his tongue. Herondales make tragic lovers. The words resonated in the back of his mind, but he shut the voice down. Lovers, there was no way they had reached that state or would reach that state anytime soon. Yet the words started to sound more and more as a challenge to break the love curse that lay on that Shadowhunters family. "Benjamin Vylar, the Great Warlock of London" His voice was just a calm murmur as he crossed the street. Another spark from his fingers and the door in front of them swung open, revealing his cozy, yet spacious penthouse. At the moment decorated in mostly white and calm colours, though the bar on the other end made up for it with its flashyness. "Yet most call me Benji, but you can call me anything you'd like." Even Warlock with that disdained tone, only Shadowhunters seem to be able to produce. The last words however were not spoken out loud as he laid the other down on the couch carefully.


"Now let's get to work. Wouldn't want to keep you here longer than necessary, right?" He just hoped the joking tone would mask the slight hurt good enough. There had been a time the Herondales had their doors open for Warlocks, and would frequently ask for help or visit, but that time had long been gone. If Magnus only knew he was having the latest Herondale on his couch, though he seemed to be too obsessed with his Lightwood boy. Maybe there was still hope for better times, but he knew the hardships the two of them, and the boy's family, went through. "Try not to move and... never mind, just try to lay still. Demonwounds are tricky things" Trust was a bit too much to ask from someone that had learned to distrust everything that came not from Angels. His eyes searched for the others as the yellow glow came back to his fingers and moved over his skin like they had done before. Never staying too long at one place as he wanted the wound to heal gradually and even. Besides the first thing to do was getting the venom out, which was also the most painful thing to do, for both of them. He could already starting to feel his fingers tingle, and not in a pleasant way, as he absorbed the energy the demon had left behind. Marax had proven itself again to be a tricky fellow as he knew the headaches would quickly follow. His eyes moved back to the other face to trace for hints that the other couldn't take it anymore, yet knowing that, being a shadowhunter, Alexander would be too stubborn to show them.

Spoiler

Inside;

Outside/Balcony;

Bar;

 

[ROUX]

Alex was going to protest the minute Benji picked him up - he'd decided to use the name he had been told was most common...at least in his mind - but the facts that he couldn't carry himself for one thing, and the Warlock was so undeniably warm for another, caused him not only to stay passive but also to lean in to the other's chest. A very chiseled chest at that...this one was strong, that was for damn sure, he could feel the muscles under his shirt ever so well and of course, he wasn't trying to on purpose. His eyes nearly closed again as he breathed out, the motion still hurting but the warmth that enveloped him was working so nicely with the darkness that threatened to overtake his vision - at least until the other spoke again and he realized he was now in a completely different place, something further enforced by the sudden disappearance of the chills from the cold winter air piercing through even the gear he had on, and the warmth being enforced past what the Warlock had already given him. His eyes shot back open when he was set down on something soft, and after a few quick seconds of his eyes darting around out of habit, he concluded he was indeed in a penthouse, on a couch no less. The slight disappointment of the lack of touch from the other man was short lived, as soon after he was situated on the fine piece of furniture the hands were on him again, working in the same spot as they were before.


It hurt, he wasn't going to lie, but the feeling of the Warlock touching his skin Alex was all too aware of it being a sinfully pleasant compensation for the pain that he felt. Though he supposed the pain was a good thing, at least for him, because it was bad enough how...sensual the touches were with it. And he didn't think the other was trying, which just made it more annoying how his body reacted to it. He was trying to blame it on the fatigue in his mind, that maybe whatever those healing sparks did were making him susceptible to other things as well, but he wouldn't dare let himself look down, down past Benji's hands. It would only make it worse to acknowledge what was there and when that happened..he was completely sure the other's eyes would follow his own gaze. So instead the Shadowhunter focused on the man's face, which he noticed wasn't exactly grimace free either. Not that was surprising to him, and only made his questions from earlier that much more complex. Was it causing him pain just to heal? And someone he didn't know, shouldn't even like at that? Alex was just as wary as he was grateful at this point, and for all the emotions and thoughts spinning around in his mind he still couldn't think of a valid reason the other might have. That, and when the other had made the comment with the slight joking tone earlier, Alex hadn't missed the trace of some kind of sadness within his voice. So of course, his formerly hard edged gaze softened with what might have been a hint of the concern he didn't even know he had wanted to give as he watched the other work.


"Does it...hurt you?" he asked quietly, his brown eyes staring up questioningly as he tried to keep the pain he was feeling out of his voice.

 

[DarkiusHeavenstein]

Benji could have blamed the softened glance in the other eyes on his mind playing trick. He could have blamed the other moving closer to him on the cold outside. But this... this was certainly not something he could blame on anything else, but... attraction. Even if he wanted too, he knew healing didn't cause that kind of things and neither did the pain the other was unmistakenly feeling. He would just have to ignore it, for now at least, the tension in the lower regions of the other, which he spotted from the corner of his eyes. Now was not the time to think about how to resolve that problem, yet it once again struck something deep within him. Herondales made tragic lovers, he there and then made a promise, in silence, to himself. He was gonna show Magnus he was wrong. Though he knew that might not be as easy as it seemed right now. And definitely not as easy as it had been for the Warlock to win over Alec Lightwood, even though they had their ups and downs, their struggles and their fights. His cat like eyes moved from his hands back to the others face as the voice sounded differently this time. It was like a soft melody in contrast to the harsh, distrusting voice from before. For a moment the meaning of the words even slipped him as he looked into the brown questioning eyes.


"Not as bad as it hurts you" He finally answered his question. He wasn't gonna lie about it, though the question had surprised him, once again in a pleasant way. Not only because it made him realize how little those Nephilim actually knew about the Downworlders they shunned so much, but also because it maybe meant that Alexander, he liked that name more and more with the minute, seemed to care. He noticed how the glow around his fingers started to fade and the stabbing pain in his brain increased. If he had not had to deal with that werewolf and the vampire accident he would have been on full energy. He needed a drink, and a smoke, and maybe a kiss from those sweet forbidden lips... He blinked his eyes as he realized that his gaze had been observing those lips for probably far too long already. "I need a break.. It wasn't much of a question, just a statement as he let the glow turn orange to numb the pain of the other, at least for a short duration of time, before he pulled back his hands abruptly. The painful stings weren't helping with the thoughts, the images, he tried to ban for so hard, since nothing worked better than sex against headaches. Just as quickly he got up to his feet from the sitting position next to the couch, the sudden rush making him see stars for a moment, before the pain shot through it as a white flare.


"I hate demons.." It was just a low growl as he looked down at the other, knowing very well he would not disagree on those words. It was the truth however, even if he might owe his life to one, he did hate them and their sick games. Yet if it had not been for one of those ugly creatures he might not have stumbled upon this beauty that was now occupying his couch. Again he tried to not let his eyes wander too far of the others body, just enough to make it seem as if he was checking upon the wound, while his attention was more to that in the corner of his eyes. He turned away towards the minibar, before his insticts would get the beter of him. "Do you want something to drink? Or eat?" And with that question he realized how hungry he was, for two things, and one of them could be solved a lot easier and would probably be accepted by the other. Yet the other one would most certainly bring back a lot more energy to heal. A smirk lay on his face for just a second as he reached out for a nice bottle of red wine, the other one taking two glasses, before moving back to the other one. He didn't think for one second about how it would look like he was trying to get the other drunk as he filled both glasses, totally ignoring whatever answer the other had given that was probably lost somewhere as his mind had taken a trail for things that would certainly not happen tonight, no matter how much he would want it. "So how did you find Marax?" His eyes were curious again, since focussing on that matter was the only way to keep his brain from focussing on other things.

 

[ROUX]

Somehow, the Shadowhunter slightly doubted the other's words. He looked pretty in pain to be honest, and he wasn't sure if maybe he himself was feeling more but he was blocking out most of it as his training required him to do, or if the other had lied to him...or at least played it off. He wasn't sure why he cared either way, it was probably due to the fact that the man had taken the time, the energy to care for him. The number of people who had done that for him without being forced - well Alex could count them all on one hand. And now this one was nearing the list...the only reason he wasn't on it was because Alex simply couldn't decipher the intentions the other had. But they didn't seem to be ill willed, and that was for sure. A bit of guilt actually flitted across his face when the other announced that he needed a break, and Lex couldn't blame him, judging by the pain that had shown on the other man's face beforehand. He nodded, his eyes following the Warlock as he straightened, removing his hands before asking about the food or drink, then obviously going off to get just that.


That was useful, if only fro the fact that it gave Alex time to think...and thinking about other things to remove the rather heated tension below that he prayed Benji hadn't seen, though the other's eyes had been so obviously fixated on him. Probably not even in that way...not every warlock was like Bane, right? Right. And Alex himself shouldn't have been thinking those thoughts, those thoughts that had never been a question any other time in his life, not even as a child rowing up and hearing about Alec Lightwood. Really, he had met the man and he seemed nice, despite the fact that after the elder Shadowhunter had left they'd been delivered nothing but warnings about ending up like him - funny how it seemed that besides all that was wrong with what the man was doing he'd ended up happy. And wasn't happy what you should want to be? Apparently happiness wasn't part of the bargain when you joined with the Clave.


His mind flitted from this and to the other's words on the subject of demons, which of course Alex had agreed with. But then...he was shocked that the other shared his feelings. Not because he was a Downworlder this time, but more because Benji had a demon for a father - which one that was Alex didn't know. But he had always longed to know his own parents, but he wondered how it must have been, how it was for Benji to know his own and loathe him this much. He could see the depth of the anger in the Warlock's eyes before he'd turned, and he wouldn't forget it anytime soon. But for now, the appearance of glasses and wine had curved his thinking to the face that he was indeed thirsty. Very mush so indeed, and though he didn't drink and he should have been careful, he didn't hesitate to take the glass the other had offered him and down it in one full gulp, setting it back down with a blush at his swift action. It didn't even occur to him that the other could have poisoned the contents, or may have been purposely trying to get him drunk. All Alex knew was that he'd been offered drink - and a delicious one a that, despite the noticeable buzz he was now feeling. It did help to curb the pain beyond what Benji had doe for him, and he licked his lips, looking up at the question.


"Find him? Oh I didn't find him...the bastard ambushed me. I was supposed to be heading back to the institute for a meeting. Something I'm sure to be questioned about when I get back," he mumbled. He wasn't ever fond of politics, especially not concerning what it was. And now he was trying to control his emotions towards this man across from him, and the alcohol wasn't making that any easier, and what physical evidence was there hadn't at all gone away. More the opposite if anything else. Frustrated, Alex leaned forward, groaning, but catching the bottle within his fingertips, not even registering what he was doing until he had the entire thing at his lips, taking it down in gulps trying to satisfy the burning in his throat.

 

[DarkiusHeavenstein]

Benjamin watched how the other took the glass eagerly from him and downed the red liquid in one going. A soft smile spread on his face as he sipped from his own drink, though he was used to alcohol. The smile was caused by the fact that the other had just taken the drink without much of a question or much distrust either. He had just taken it and drank it, not even caring to check it. He listened to the others voice as he disclosed the information, slowly letting him in. No longer looking as disgusted, by far, and wary as when they had been out in the snow. His eyes fascinated him in a great way, how they held so much emotions, yet hid it at the same time. "Ambushed..." He had repeated the word slowly as his mind went over the million reasons a Greater Demon could have to interfere with the life of a Shadowhunter. More specifically this shadowhunter. The thought bubble however bursted as he noticed the other reach for the bottle and not much later gulp down the liquid inside.


Concern grew stronger within him, and probably started to show on his face, by the time he moved forward. Too much alcohol in a little time span after losing quite some blood and being wounded was never a good idea. As he moved to once again sit down beside the couch, he noticed how the bulge in the pants had not disappeared yet, though it was less noticable at the moment. "Did he say anything to you?" The question was ment to keep his thoughts on trail as he gently took the bottle. Normally he wouldn't care, he would just let them drink as much as they wanted, even if it would make them do stuff they would regret, or wouldn't remember the next day. He wasn't sure whether that last thing or something else was moving him to save the other from himself. "And what meeting? What are they talking about now?" Normally he was very well informed about the Shadowhunters politics, their decisions and their meetings and it slightly irritated him this one had slipped from his attention. Besides it was important for him, and the rest of the Downworlders, to know this kind of things, since mostly it involved them or actions against them. The grip of his free hand on the bottle had gotten firmer as he took the wine away from the other, setting it away on the coffee table behind him. Purposely. Since that meant the other had to come very close in order to retrieve the drink again. Benji looked up at Alexander, noticing how his cheeks slightly had colored and blaming that fully on the alcohol.


Still the little voice in the back of his head told him there was more to it, much more to it and once again reminded him of the tension. A tension that without doubt was caused by his own actions. As he gulped down his own wine, before the other could take that and not wanting to keep too far behind on the other, his eyes skimmed over the body of the other. Immediately he threw away his interest in demon motives and Clave bussiness, not caring to hear the answer anymore as he gave in to his initial hunger. Why was he even trying to hold back as the other seemed to be so willingly, so desperate? His fingers trailed on the others side, just like they had done before, yet without the yellow glow as his eyes watched carefully for the reaction on the others face. "You know, there is a much quicker way to restore my energy..." His lips had curled up into something between a smirk and a sly smile. His eyes were once again lingering on those sweet forbidden lips, wondering how the lingering wine would taste from them. His body moved, sneaking closer like a snake, or a cat, he didn't think much about his next action as he looked deeply into the others eyes, before closing the last bit of space between them. He had no idea what kind of reaction to expect from the other as he could feel his heart beat speeding up, from the excitement and maybe even fear, as their lips met. The taste of wine that lingered on those soft lips seemed even sweeter then before, and he was for sure that this could be a taste he would be addicted to. He had known that before he had made his move, which he had planned on being more careful and delicate. You could only hold back your instincts for so long and his limit was reached, right the moment he had spotted that stir in the lower regions of the other. All together it was a miracle he had managed to put it out for so long, before moving upon his intents.

 

[ROUX]

The nephillim was already halfway through what was left in the bottle when it was taken away from him, and though he did give a small noise of disappointment when it slipped through his fingers. he had swayed for a moment listening to the questions that were asked of them, and he shook his head at the first one - a bad move considering he now felt like ha was going to fall over from something other from the pain. "No, he never - oh -wait there was...something. He called me...angel blood. But then, we all are aren't we, Nephillim I mean...but anyway, that's all he said, besides the usual curses. In his own shoddy language of course, which I'm apparently now supposed to understand - but I always have. didn't really think much of it," he muttered, obviously not thinking too much of it now either. But then again, he wasn't thinking much of anything right now, and the things he was thinking much of he didn't think he could let himself have. The question of the Clave's business he basically just shrugged at, half because one part of his mind wouldn't let him share what he did know, and half because what he knew wasn't really that important anyway. Or at least nothing he thought the Great Warlock of London would care about that is. No, that title hadn't escaped him in the slightest, and it hadn't surprised him either. Maybe it was something about the way the man carried himself, but the name fit all too well. even that had made the question of why Benji would rescue him just that much more confusing. He wasn't an important Shadowhunter, or at least he didn't consider himself to be. Why him?


He absolutely would have asked again, maybe with more force this time, had the man's last comment not taken him off guard. He didn't know what he was getting at, until Alex saw him move. Towards himself, that was, and without the bottle. For a split second, he ruled it off as just being that the break was over, that maybe he was inching closer to start that process again, but that option was squandered by the hand that ever so slowly trailed down his side. Alex had stopped breathing at that point, eyes wide at the warlock who now loomed over him, in all his spiky haired cat eyed glory. Alex had no idea what the other was going to do, going to try to to, but no matter how many signs there were to what happened next, he still hadn't expected the lips on his. The Shadowhunter's hands came up, and he was going to push against the other's chest, shove him even, but instead they just rested against the surface, and softly at that.


Obviously kissing a man was much different that what he'd been experienced with - not that he was all that experienced anyway, but still. It was...gentle, but not fragile, there was something oddly...heated about it, whether that was the way Benji felt against him or the heat from his own need, he wasn't sure. But he did kiss back, even if only out of instinct, and even when he fully realized he was doing it he kept going. What was strange however, was that he was the one being led in this, he'd let the other take the reigns here without question, as if he was plying the girl in this. It should have bothered him, but then again, he was kissing a half demon and he hadn't minded that, though he should have - and very much so. Instead however, he was pressed against the chest of a warlock, making sounds that only deepened his blush as he writhed against the other man, trying to get closer rather than get away. He was breaking so many rules right now it was unbelievable. If anyone from the institute found out...well, no, really any Shadowhunter at all. He'd be ruined. Bur for right now, he wasn't sure he had the ability to care, proving that point when he pulled the Warlock closer by the collar.

 

[DarkiusHeavenstein]

Benjamin did get an answer to his questions, at least the first. Just like Alexander he didn't think too much of it right now, though he would probably break his brain over it at a later point. The second question was answered with a shrug and that was all fine by him, for now at least. He had noticed the unspoken question in the others eyes, before that was replaced by shock. Sweet innocent shock, yet he was not stopped. Almost just as sweet as those soft lips. He could feel the hands move to his chest and his muscles tensed, bracing himself for the anger and the rejection. But again he was pleasantly surprised by this Herondale boy as there was no force in the hands. He kissed slowly, careful as if he awaited the moment it would all been thrown back at him. He smiled as the other kissed back, a bit unsure and inexpierenced maybe, but then again how much expierence could you expect from a... how old was he even? Or better said how young, since they were all young and their lives were far too short. He knew that and still it was not something that kept him back. He should know, he did know, that something like this could only end badly. That he would be left with a broken heart, but for now he didn't care about that either. For now there was just him and the Shadowhunters body underneath him, asking for more attention, for more heat and he wasn't gonna deny that.


Definitely not now that the other drew him closer by his collar. Without breaking their kiss Benjamin moved himself upon the couch, carefully placing himself on top of the other. He made sure that he would not hurt the other as his legs were placed beside the lean body so he could carry his own weight. The hand that had been tracing the others side had made his way up, over the others chest and now rested in the nape of the others neck to support him. The kiss had been a bit of lazy, slow, just meant to test the waters, but the reactions of the others body made him confident enough. His lips followed the trail of dried blood, giving a bitter taste to the sweetness, as they found their way to the others neck. Every now and then he replaced the kisses with soft bites. He enjoyed every second, every bit of skin he was allowed to kiss as he was very well aware of how quickly this heated situation could change. He purred softly, content, as he had nibbled his way up to the others ear, sucking on the earlobe. It was a game of figuring how far he could go, how much the other would allow him to do, and he couldn't get himself to care about the consequences this game might have. Neither about the fact that this was more than just some game. This was not someone he picked up from a bar, just for the sake of fun, this was someone taught to hate every fiber of his body. Yet Alexander was so willingly, whether that was alcohol induced or not. He gave himself so quickly and so fully, all the reservation he had shown before were gone in this very moment.


Maybe that was why he loved it so much, because this was the true boy speaking. Loosened up by the alcohol maybe, but it was undenyable that at least his body liked this. Otherwise he wouldn't get these fierce trembeling reactions of want and need. His lips had found those of the others again, not as careful as before, more demanding now, but still in a gentle way. He could feel his heartbeat getting slower and yet speeding up at the same time, the pain that had come with the healing had been completely forgotten and disappeared. The hand on his nape moved again, the nails trailing softly down his neck, back to his chest again. He knew this moment wasn't gonna last forever, since forever was a long time, and he knew that at some point he would go too far, too quick or the boy would get back to his senses of Niphillim duty. Angel blood. He didn't know why the words suddenly came back to his mind, but it made him aware of how pure the other tasted. By now his fingers were traveling, teasing, over the abdomen of the other as he had certainly not forgotten that tension in his pants. A tension that seemed to make itself more aware in his body also with every passing moment. However he didn't plan to go that far yet, though he knew that those plans could be changed every second, depending on the others reaction. He deepened the kiss, letting his tongue play over the lips of the other, not sure whether he was asking for permission or just waiting for what he demanded. Either way Benji was convinced the other would give in to his wish, or better said he hoped so, since he would not force himself on the other. Not really at least, not yet...

 

[ROUX]

The fact that he was wearing leather pants really didn't help his predicament - or did it? He wasn't thinking of this how he had been before, some might have made an argument that he wasn't thinking at all. But he probably would have said that he was, because one could not ignore the other now over him, tasting him, touching him from above. He might have actually opened his mouth to protest when the other left his lips the first time, though what did come out was a soft moan at the feel of those same lips then moving to his neck - undeniably one of the most sensitive places on his entire body. He shuddered, though not out of cold or discomfort, but at the feeling of the other leaving the sometimes indescribable bites and kisses that sent pleasant waves through his body. His eyes threatened to close from something opposite of the pain he had felt earlier, though there was one thing bothering him. The sheath for the dagger strapped to his thigh was digging in to his flesh in this position, not being as noticeable earlier but now the pressure was undeniable. He'd left it, since the only way he could move to relieve the pain would surely be to provocative for what he was only just allowing himself to do, but now he wasn't so sure. The only problem he found now was the question itself, and when Benji had moved back to his lips to swipe that tongue across, he didn't hesitate to let him in, using it as a slight distraction as he shifted, trying to be slight but not expecting the reaction from himself even at that brief feeling. He really wasn't sure how far he was willing to go, to be honest he was still a virgin, though he'd come close to loosing that factor. If it had happened then, maybe he wouldn't be so wary of it now, even though his body was heartily working to convince his mind.


"Benji," he murmured against the other's lips, his eyes still wide when he broke the kiss. "I...I don't know how to do this," he admitted, and he really wasn't sure of what he was getting at with his own words - covering everything he guessed. He didn't want to stop. But he didn't know how to go on, and he wasn't sure if Benji would continue if that was the truth. Anyone else probably and he would have felt like this was just a random fling, something to be forgotten, ignored. But he had indeed ended up feeling comfortable with this...Warlock, even in his nearly drunken state, solely because of what the man had done for him. For no reason. And he couldn't have, wouldn't have planned on this. But Alex was starting to get the feeling that this wouldn't be something he could just forget, not even now, not the way he was enjoying it.

 

[DarkiusHeavenstein]

Benji took note quickly as he loved the soft sounds of pleasure the one underneath him made. He was sure he could get a lot more lovely noises out of the other. As expected he could feel the lips parting, letting him take what he wanted, inviting him into the knew territory. He didn't wait long to explore the new tastes, the sweetness and pureness becoming more dominant. He made their tongues move together slowly, allowing the other to get used to him, just before he felt it. Better said him, even more against him. The hips slightly moved up that kept even the expierenced Warlock without breath for a moment. The groan was replied by a soft growl of pleasure, trailed with amusement, from Benjamin as the other came up again. He wanted it so badly, and that made two of them. Both of them probably controlled more by their needs and lust, than their minds. The way the other murmured his name, so soft, so helpless and lost, didn't help much. At least not in case the other wanted them to stop. His eyes opened slowly to look at the other, yet he could not remember when exactly he had closed them.


At the rest of the words, indicating the others lost and helplessness even more, his lips twerked up to a smirking grin again. "Don't worry about it... You are doing a very... very good job at it" His lips had found the others neck again, trailing down hot kisses and heated bites. This times his lips moved further, continueing after the slight intermezzo with the gear, to where the clothing had been moved out of his way earlier in order to heal. Once again he did take the wound in concern and made sure not to get near it as he showered the mans chest and not much later abdomen with hot kisses. Alexander was, before everything, still a shadowhunter and that was just a slight reminder of what kind of situation they were really in.