Hi I'm really new to this. I hope this isn't too cracky
Magnus stared at the cream-colored walls, bored. The Conclave was at a tentative peace with the Downworlders, and nothing overly interesting was happening. He was so bored, when Camille offered him a place in an undercover Shadowhunter mission, he jumped at the chance. He didn't know it would put him in a party with that creepy head of the Pandemonium Club, de Quincey. Now Magnus was so bored that even marveling at his own fabulousness had lost its charm. Not that he was the only one thinking of his body.
"Magnus Bane, I'm so glad you could make it," de Quincey 'call me Alexei' said smoothly. "I was especially hoping you'd come," he winked flirtatiously.
Magnus shivered. It was one thing to have fans, it was a whole different category to have a stalker. De Quincey had made his intentions for Magnus obvious, even whispered them in Magnus's ear at a meeting.
"It is my pleasure to be here," he simpered. When will this bloody plot be over so I can get my cute little arse away from this unwanted attention, he thought to himself.
De Quincey seemed to have similar thoughts about Magnus's bottom. he 'accidentally' brushed it as he walked by, bound by his duty as host to welcome new guests and leave Magnus alone, to Magnus's immense relief.
Magnus considered de Quincey. He was certainly handsome, with stick-straight white hair that reached his shoulders, and skin so pale and creamy it looked blue. He had a pale and angular face, and was very lithe. De Quincey caught Magnus staring and winked again, purposefully forgetting Magnus's relationship with Camille, whose replacement should be arriving any second now. She had better come soon, or I swear I will go insane! I'm too handsome for that! He thought viciously. But no such luck. The real Camille had most probably instructed the changeling to come fashionably late, leaving Magnus to deal with his not so secretive admirer.
"Magnus, darling, I noticed you looking and had to see if it was I you were watching." De Freaky's back, thought Magnus. "After all, attentions from the handsomest Downworlder at my party do not go unnoticed," Alexei praised.
Magnus had to hand it to him, de Quincy's claims were most certainly correct, if not glaringly outright. Magnus was the most handsome man he knew, with his dark coloring, foreign features, gold-green cat eyes, tall body, and silky long black hair. His laid back mannerisms made him seem comfortable wherever he went.
"Of course," Magnus said sleekly. "I was trying to see if anybody had arrived, you see I'm waiting on dear Camille. But in the meanwhile, I was admiring my view." Magnus smiled coyly, the taste of a successful lie on his lips. He had managed to subtly remind de Quincey about Camille without rudely turning him down.
Alexei smiled in a predatory way, and slid his hand down Magnus's back. A little too low, Magnus internally shivered.
"Come dear Magnus, I have what to discuss with my good friend," de Quincey started leading Magnus into a side room, away from the antechamber and guests. His smile now showed more than a hint of fang.
"Really, Alexei I must wait for Camille. Heaven knows she'll flog me for my poor mannerisms."
"What heaven knows shouldn't have the ability to hurt us," was the response.
Magnus saw Alexei lock the door, and knew all of the wheedling in the universe would not get him out of this. Showing no outward reaction, he raised an eyebrow at de Quincey's angle.
"Oh Magnus! Camille won't be coming any time soon. Besides, she will not know we've had our little fun." De Creepy's hands explored Magnus's very good looking body. "She will not know, if she wishes to retain her social standing." The thinly-veiled threat hung in the air. "In fact if you don't do as I say, you will no longer have a lady of interest."
Magnus thought deeply to himself. Curse my damned sense of chivalry, he speculated. Meanwhile, Alexei's hands were getting too personal, causing Magnus's rebellious body to react. He moaned and blushed internally.
"Child of Lilith you are beautiful," Alexei murmured. He sensed Magnus's well hidden discontent and pulled hard at his silky hair. "Remember what I said about Camille," he threatened.
"I don't care for her," Magnus purred. "I am a Warlock, useful even to Shadowhunters. A lowly vampire like her will not live forever like me. You on the other hand are strong enough to be with me forever," Magnus lied. De Quincey's grip on his hair loosened.
"I have waited a long time for this," he confessed. "I invited Camille to come hours later so I could have you to myself." He started untying his cravat, after he discarded his and Magnus's waistcoats.
Magnus gulped. He was certainly not defenseless, and in most cases would welcome any attention, but here he was being threatened and controlled. As his shirt was getting unbuttoned, he tried to plan an escape. Eventually he was lying on the table, dressed only in his underclothes, as Alexei started to strip.
anyone wants another chapter, they must tell me. Can you believe this started out as humor? Also, I'm really sorry if Magnus was OOC, I know how annoying that is. I tried to stick with cannon, but this does deviate a little. If you want Magnus to escape, tell me