Author's Note Hello everyone, been awhile since I have posted anything. Due to Kiyori-Chan wanting fluff, here ya go. Now I am terrible at fluff, so its not really fluff. But there's no sad parts, so that should be good enough! This was just a random idea, and I have no idea where its heading, or if it'll just be a one shot... That all depends on you all! REVIEW if you want another chapter. Or if you want to tell me it was great, or to tell me it was terrible. Either way, REVIEW!
I do not own The Mortal Instruments Series, or the characters, that would be the lovely Cassandra Clare.
"Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be a gerbil?" Magnus asked, eyes wide with the sudden epiphany. His hands grabbed Alec's jacket, stopping them from their walk, his eyes serious and wondrous.
Sighing, Alec shook the warlock's hands off. "Magnus, you're drunk." He wasn't all that impressed, for they had been at dinner. Alec had enough trouble being in a fancy restaurant while wearing a suit, but to add a drunken warlock on top of the mix was too much for him to handle.
Magnus squinted at Alec, as if he couldn't quite focus on him. "No I'm not, Alexander!" Magnus argued, though his words slurred slightly and it sounded like "Aleshanjer." He shook his head like a disobedient child, frowning at Alec. "I'm a Warlock, I can't get drunk!" He countered, a goofy smile appearing on his face as he continued walking. "So there." He continued striding forward, ignoring Alec's comment of, "Obviously they can."
Alec's cheeks were still red from the embarrassment of the night; the dinner had begun pleasantly enough. Alec had worn his best suit, Magnus wearing a ridiculously expensive silk suit with blazing, highlighter green tie, and streaks in his hair to match. They'd ate foods with foreign names, creating a hit and miss game. One plate Alec was given had ended up a plate of fish eyes which he had returned, while Magnus-A shoot in the dark-went for a random item and it turned out to be a delicious berry custard. However, Magnus decided that he needed a drink with such a fine meal. One drink turned to two, five more soon following. After a while Alec lost count, and the waitress appeared regularly to get rid of the empty glasses and getting Magnus another drink. Alec had stopped after two glasses of wine. Magnus had ordered random drinks, some strong enough to down an elephant.
"You're no fun," Magnus complained as they walked. Alec had been silent, fuming over how wasted Magnus was. Magnus's eyes suddenly widened and his smile turned to a frown. "Is it something I said? Something I did? Please Alec! Whatever it was, I promise I will make it up to you!" Magnus grabbed Alec's shirt from the front, clenching the fabric tightly in his hands. "Please don't leave me! I don't know what I'd do if you left me!" Alec slowly peeled the Warlock's fingers off of his shirt, ignoring the small sob from Magnus as he did.
"Magnus," Alec began in a soothing voice. "I would never leave you. I just think that we should get you home so that you don't get yourself hurt." Alec did not want to keep Magnus in the dark streets for too long in fear that he would cause some unwanted attention. I turned out, Alec's fear was justifiable; A man walked by, keeping to himself, and Magnus grabbed his arm, swinging him around. "What's your problem?" The man looked scared and confused as he tried to get out of the warlock's iron-grip. "I heard what you said you little creep! And I'll make you pay." At this point, Magnus's hands had begun glowing, sparks shooting in every direction.
Jumping in front of Magnus, Alec grabbed the Warlock's hands, smoothing his thumb over Magnus's hands while ordering him calmly, "Magnus, let the man go, or I will leave you right now." Yes, Alec felt dirty from the threat, and Magnus's look of utter fear pained him, but he needed to get Magnus off the mundane.
Luckily, Magnus let go, and the man was set free, instantly breaking into a run. Alec sighed, twining his fingers with Magnus's. Though Magnus took this as a romantic gesture, and snuggled closer to Alec, Alec had merely been doing it to keep a hand on Magnus and keep him from assaulting another victim. Alec continued walking, though was pulled back by Magnus. When he looked back at the warlock, Magnus had a strange expression on his face. His one eyebrow was raised as he watched Alec critically, his lips curving into a suspicious smile, eyes twinkling with mischief. Magnus, what are y-" Alec was cut off as Magnus hurled himself at the shadowhunter. Alec fell to the ground, landing on soft grass, wet with dew. Magnus's lips were pressed against Alec's, forcing his open. He'd never seen Magnus sloppy, but the Warlock's fingers slipped as they pulled at Alec's shirt.
Groaning, Alec pushed against Magnus's chest. There was no point, however, for Magnus seemed to just take this as a turn-on and his movements quickened as he murmured, "I love you so much." Alec couldn't help but kiss Magnus back. There was something in the Warlock's touch-Alec suspected some kind of magical dust or spell-that caused Alec's senses to go crazy, making rational thought near impossible.
Alec felt his shirt lift and he pulled his arms up obediently as Magnus threw the shirt away. The wet grass was cold against Alec's bare chest, and he shivered, though Magnus plunged right back down, assaulting him again with passionate kisses. Alec's irritated groan changed to a moan as Magnus's lips trailed from his lips, to his neck, to his chest, as he continued going down.
Alec's mind suddenly kicked in and he shook Magnus off self-consciously as the Warlock tugged at his pants. Alec suddenly sat up, looking for his shirt, which he found thrown a few feet away. He couldn't help but blush at Magnus's hungry gaze. "What, do you want me to take my shirt off?" Magnus asked with a sultry smile. He instantly began unbuttoning his very expensive shirt that was now covered in wrinkles. Alec gasped as Magnus threw his shirt off, whirling around to look at the street. "Magnus," Alec begged. "Please put your shirt back on."
A voice came from near Alec's ear, causing him to jump in surprise. "Why? Do you want to take it off?" Alec's blush deepened and he crossed his arms, still refusing to look at Magnus even though the Warlock had wrapped his arms around the timid shadowhunter. "Come on Alec! Let's have some fun," he murmured, biting Alec's ear, causing him to gasp and jump away.
"I'm not taking advantage of you like this, Magnus," Alec objected. Despite his denial, Alec's jaw was clenched as if he were holding back, the spark of passion hid in his eyes. However, Magnus-even drunk out of his mind-knew Alec too well. The shadowhunter would break soon enough.
"Please Alexander," Magnus whispered into his ear. "Please take advantage of me." The warlock was basically pleading with Alec, though Alec remained stubbornly responsible. "No Magnus, now let's get you home." Alec turned to Magnus just in time to see a Cheshire cat grin on his face as he snapped his fingers, and the warlock vanished. Cursing, Alec swiveled his head around, glaring into the darkness. "What the hell, Magnus?" Alec called out to no one; a woman walking by looked up at him with a frightened expression, quickening her pace away from him. "If you don't come out here right now I swear on the Angel I will move back into the institute," Alec warned hopefully.
Nothing.
"Damn it," Alec swore, throwing his hand sup in the air in frustration. What was he supposed to do? It wasn't like he could go back to Magnus's and hope that the Warlock would stumble his way in by the morning. No, in the state that he was in, Magnus could have very well zapped himself to the damned moon.
Growling in annoyance, Alec looked around desperately, hoping the idiot hadn't gone far. "Magnus!" He called again. "Come out Warlock!" He looked around hopefully, though was quickly met with disappointment.
Grabbing his cell phone out of his pocket, Alec dialed Isabelle's number. "Hey Izzy-No-Yes I am on a date-Well if you'd let me explain I'd tell you why I'm calling you of all people when I'm on a date!" Alec shouted, his frustration now reaching dangerous spilling points. "Magnus is drunk and gone! Did he perhaps zap himself into the institute?... No?" Alec attempted to hide his disappointment. "No, don't worry! You don't need to help, I'm sure he's back at home. Ok. Yeah, thanks. Bye."
Hanging up the phone, Alec stuffed it back into his pocket with unnecessary force, causing the expensive fabric to rip. Rolling his eyes, Alec sighed. Could the night get any worse?
Alec's gaze caught something white flying through the sky. No, it was more like floating from a high up building, slowly floating down to Alec. Reaching out and grabbing the object out of the air, Alec's hand clenched around paper. A note? "Really?" Alec muttered as he read the note obviously from Magnus.
What's Coppery and Glittery and soon to make a pretty mess on the cement?"
Alec read the note again, confused to no end. Well obviously Magnus was sparkly and Coppery, but what did that have to have with cement?
Looking up, Alec searched for the source of the note. His eyes focussed to the top of a far up building. Just barely, Alec could make out the shape of a person standing precariously close to the edge of the top of the building. Alec's heart stopped.
Shaking his head, Alec's feet began sprinting on their own accord. He ran through the building's entrance. It was an office building, and the secretary looked surprised to see someone come in so late, especially when Alec ran passed her and up the stairs.
Floor after floor. Step after step. Alec slowly but surely climbed toward the top of the building. He couldn't rely on the elevators, so instead he relied on how well his body had been trained by shadowhunting. Of course, even in his shape, Alec was gasping by the time he'd reached the top floor. His feet shuffled slightly, feeling like cement blocks, and every gasp ripped through his sore throat.
And yet, there was Magnus, looking down into the busy streets far below.
Feeling a burst of adrenaline, Alec ran across the roof of the building, reaching Magnus in a matter of seconds. His eyes were wide and fearful, staring into Magnus's cheerful ones. Just wait…. Cheerful?
Alec grabbed Magnus's hand, yanking him down from the ledge of the building with none-too gentle force. He ignored Magnus's complaints or struggle for his arm back, instead snarling at him in full fury, "What the hell were you thinking Magnus? By the Angel I've never seen a bigger idiot in all my life! I mean really, I get that your drunk, but in what world does this seem like a good idea?" Alec had to pause to take a breath between shouting accusations. Magnus took this second to get a word in. "Alec, you don't understand!" Alec glared at Magnus through narrowed eyes. Magnus was just lucky that Alec was still breathing deeply from the run. "I just needed to know that you loved me. And I figured this was a dramatic enough way to know for sure!" Magnus's proud smile faded from Alec's murderous glare. "If it helps, you proved it."
Alec, completely done with Magnus, turned away. He couldn't deal with the idiot, and yet, his feet made him stop. No, he couldn't leave Magnus like this, even if he was a lunatic. "Well if you don't want me to prove next that I have killed before and will do it again, how about you join me back to your house?" Magnus jumped up excitedly, looping his arm through Alec's, smiling goofily as they walked.
Magnus had the nerve to complain on the way down about how tired he was of going down stairs and that it was taking too long. Alec's hand had twitched, willing itself to slap Magnus, though he held it back through a feat of sheer will.
"I mean, why do they even need stairs?" Magnus asked, obviously not catching onto Alec's black mood.
"Stop it."
Still, Magnus persisted. "I mean, who uses them anymore? Everyone uses the elevator. At least any sane person." Magnus sighed in confusion, as if the actions of people truly troubled him so much. "I mean they're so mundane! Anyways, I could just zap myself anywhere, so I don't have to worry about it either way."
"Then why don't you trying shutting up?"
"You're rude!" Magnus pointed out, pouting slightly. Any other time, Alec would have succumbed to Magnus's every will had he given the shadowhunter that look. However, nothing now could reach through Alec's dark mood. He was not in the mood for teasing, pouting, complaining, loving…. Nothing. He had a feeling that he'd rather sleep on the couch for the night rather than with Magnus in their bed. 'If anything, just so that he doesn't wake me up with his complaining.' That was the only thing Alec was looking forward to-other than getting Magnus's drunk ass home; Magnus's hangover the next day. 'I love justice.'
"Magnus, get your lazy ass in that house!" Alec ordered, kicking the Warlock sitting on the steps forcefully. Magnus groaned, but remained still on the steps to their flat. "No," he complained, nuzzling his head into the hard, cold stone of the step. "I'm so comfortable and sleepy."
Alec sighed, about done with Magnus's actions. "Fine," he said, shaking his head. "I'll just go inside by myself. And be lonely," Alec pointed out, looking back at Magnus for a reaction. The Warlock's head rose slowly, eyes widening. "Maybe I'll have a shower, and sleep naked. Just for the fun of-"
"For god sake! Let's get inside already!" Magnus shouted, grabbing Alec's hand and running up the steps with new-found energy. Laughing despite himself, Alec followed, incredibly glad when they finally opened the door to their flat.
"Alright Magnus, you go to bed, and I'll meet you there." Alec ordered. Magnus however, remained, staring at him through hooded eyes. One eyebrow was raised, and his tongue slid over his lower lip. "Or we could pretend the entire living room is our bed," Magnus suggested, his hands reaching out to Alec's rumpled shirt, roving down his chest.
Alec couldn't help but shudder from the contact as Magnus's hands unhooked his buttons with surprising dexterity. Eyes slightly glassy, Alec leaned forward, waiting for a kiss. And of course, Magnus kept him waiting until Alec was basically pleading. Only then did Magnus crash his lips against Alec's. Despite the strong scent of Alcohol, Alec enjoyed the feeling of Magnus's mouth against his, the warlock's tongue flicking gently against his, causing Alec to moan slightly.
Smiling against his lips, Magnus ripped the shirt off of Alec, his hands then proceeding to run over his bare chest and waist. Alec whimpered slightly as Magnus leaned closer, their crotches touching for only a moment, sending shocks through Alec's body.
Magnus's hips shimmied, his jeans hanging precariously low. His eyes were half-lidded shut, as he dove for another kiss. "Please, go to the bedroom and wait for me," Alec begged, though it almost killed him to push Magnus away. When Magnus started to argue, Alec added, "I'm just going to get myself ready." Magnus's eyes widened and he turned on his heel, disappearing in a flash.
Sighing, Alec rubbed his eyes. He felt exhausted from the night and more than ready for a nice rest, and yet he couldn't help but feel pulled toward the bedroom where Magnus waited for him.
But no, Alec planned to wait until Magnus had passed out-which wouldn't take long. He would then grab some blankets and his pillow and crash on the couch. The last thing Alec wanted to deal with in the morning was Magnus's groans and whimpers from a hangover he more than deserved.
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