#jagnus

Nevertheless, Jace didn't know what he was asking for. Magnus was many things, but he did not do anything without informed consent.

He took another sip as he leaned back to his table. "Why would the perfect little soldier of the Angel want to be claimed by a Downworlder like me?"

A stubborn set of his jaws, no information was forthcoming. "Would you do it or not?"

"Not without an explanation for why you need to be claimed by a demon. It is permanent, you can't just go back on it. You will be mine for as long as you live, and for longer. So I'm asking again: why?"

Tense silence. Then, "So somebody else wouldn't be able to possess me."

Ah.

That explains it.

"Unfortunately if somebody would really want to possess you, being claimed wouldn't really help. They would feel uncomfortable, or unwelcome, but it wouldn't stop them."

"No. But I would be yours."

Magnus narrowed his eyes. "And you think that means- what, exactly?"

Jace smirked with that cocky grin Magnus both adored and hated. It irritated the fuck out of him, and made him ache to dominate the brat even more than usual. He just knew the angel would be the most delicious bratty little sub ever.

"That if anybody would be such a moron to try to possess me, you'd make sure they wouldn't be able to try it again."

Magnus allowed himself a tiny satisfied smirk. "You are quite right about that."

There was a thoughtful look in Jace's eyes, and the half-demon knew what it was about.

"And I would always be able to feel you, Feathers. I'll always know how you are feeling and where you are." With one step, he was standing in front of the little angel. Lowering his voice, he purred, "I would know what exactly you were doing. I would feel your hunger when you forget to eat, I would feel the rushing adrenaline in your veins as you throw yourself in a battle. I would even feel your passion, your want, as if it would be mine. Would you really want something like that?"

There was a soft look in Jace's eyes, something vulnerable, as if one wrong move from Magnus, and he would break beyond healing. It was not just about trying to avoid being possessed without his consent. He wanted to be Magnus'.

And Magnus wanted Jace to be his.

"Yes," Feathers breathed almost too quietly to hear. Then, he said yes louder, more confident. "I want to be yours."

The claiming process was easy enough (he just had to make a shallow cut over Jace's heart, push his magic and blood into the wound and seal it together), but the bonding…

Magnus thought he was ready for anything life could throw in his way. Yet, he was definitely not ready to feel Jace, and to feel himself in Jace.

His previously dormant instincts, his sheer possessiveness was going off the rails, his attention was solely focused on the delicious cocktail of passion, insecurity, depression and love that was Feathers.

It was a heady feeling.

"I… I can feel you," Jace whispered in awe. Magnus could feel that emotion as if it was his. As if Jace was-

Ah.

Jace was his, wasn't he?

Magnus could smell the way their scents mixed, he could smell himself in Jace; a hint of spices that were previously missing. He smelled devine - and more importantly, unmistakably Magnus'.

He drowned in his little angel's feelings. It took everything he could do to stop himself from tasting, inhaling, consuming Jace in every way, shape or form. He wanted to fill Feathers up with himself; he wanted to swallow him whole.

All he wanted was to own Jace's body, soul and mind, to consume him and never let anybody touch him ever again.

So, he did.

The hunter's whole body gets rigid at Magnus' first touch on the healed skin over his heart, but the demon could almost taste the want and the nervous anticipation of his little angel.

Jace's arms wrapped around Magnus, to steady himself and to pull them close to each other. They were chest to chest, their puffs of breath mixed together.

"Magnus. I can feel you in me," Jace breathed, and that was what broke the dam of Magnus' self-control.

He leaned down, kissing Jace. The soft gasp that left Jace's lips allowed his tongue to slip in, to explore Feather's mouth throughout. Jace's hands flew up to clench in Magnus' hair, lightly pulling on it, driving him mad with want.

His little angel was just so damn delicious.

Buried demonic instincts took over. A low, possessive growl rolled up from the base of Magnus' chest, something that was definitely not human.

The answering whine and the rush of foreign hunger was more than enough to know it didn't bother Jace in the slightest.