A\N: So this is an idea I'm playing with where Magnus is a cannibal and Alec is slightly psychotic. I haven't decided yet. Hope you like it.
Rating: M for description (not that I'll get into to much detail), Sex of course and foul language.
1.
The kiss was sloppy. His companion still new to the whole experience not that he minded. He thought it was cute. Adorable even. He ran his fingers through the black locks and smiled into the kiss at the purr he received in return and pulled his partner closer.
"W…we should st…stop…"
"Do you want to?"
He moved down to kiss his neck and sucked on his collar bone grazing it with his teeth teasingly.
"N…no…"
His companion blushed and let out a small moan as he went back to nipping and sucking on his neck while his hands kneaded the flesh of his hips. He was nice and plump. Meaty. He bit harder making his companion whimper as he drew blood. He lapped at it with his tongue and bit down harder, biting through.
The man clawed his back, not that he cared. The pleas became garbled as blood poured down the front of his shirt. He let out one last straggled moan before he slumped forward against the other male limp.
Magnus pulled back, glad at his choice to wear a coat over his outfit. Blood stains were a bitch to get out of satin. He took out his handkerchief and wiped the blood from his mouth and stepped over the body.
Magnus rounded the corner and tried to grab onto the wall as someone ran into him but missed by a few inches, his nails scrapping the brick as he went down, sprawled on his back.
"Shit, sorry," the young man currently lying on top of him apologized as he started to sit up.
"Usually I ask a man to buy me dinner before I let him get on top of me, but I suppose I can make an exception for you~" Magnus chuckled.
The younger man blushed and cleared his throat awkwardly as he stood up. He offered him a hand up. He was dressed in a pair of grey basketball shorts with a black t-shirt and running shoes. His hair was raven black and long enough it curled under his ears, pale skin and bright blue eyes.
"Do you have a habit of knocking men down? Or was I just lucky?"
"I was going for a jog and I must not been paying attention…" he apologized.
"At night? Isn't that dangerous?" Magnus asked. "This is New York. You might get jumped."
"I can take care of myself," the younger crossed his arms over his chest. "Trust me on this."
"I suppose I'll have to take your word for it," Magnus smiled.
"What about you? Aren't you afraid you might get jumped?" he asked.
"I live a few blocks up, I'll be fine," Magnus answered. "But I appreciate the concern."
"I should head off. Gotta get home…sorry again about running into you," he apologized.
"It's quite alright," Magnus replied.
He watched him jog off and started walking back to his apartment. He hung up his coat and shut the door picking up his cat.
"He may not have been meaty, but there are more uses for him aside from a main dish~" he said going to the kitchen.