Bonjour. My Friend and I have written a story for our own entertainment, so If you no like, You no read. Capische?
In this story Simon and Raphael are together, as they usually are in my stories.
As Alec walked down the blustery street towards Magnus' flat, he considered the reason for his early arrival.
Earlier that day, Magnus had swung by Institute demanding him to "be early tonight, cupcake, because I have to get you ready!" Well, 'swung by' wasn't really the term. More of an 'appeared in his bedroom while he was changing' kind of term.
And after Magnus had informed him of that, the warlock had told him he probably should "put some clothes on before he got any ideas". Which of course was when Izzy had barged in looking for the glittery eyeliner Magnus had borrowed last time he had been at the Institute, surprising both men and making them fall over onto the bed.
Which brought him to another subject: his grace, which Magnus had been obsessing over for the past week."Really, biscuit, all that grace absolutely wasted on hunting after those wretched demons, when you could be spending it on me!"
Back to the beginning. Alec was very suspicious about comment "get you ready". Last time this happened he had ended up dressed as a woman in the Shakespearean Downworlder community theatre.
Opening the door to Magnus' loft with his very own key, of which he was very proud,he heard some very peculiar sounding music. It sounded like music Isabelle and Meliorn had been talking about...something to do with Spain?
He was greeted at first step with a very excited Magnus. Alec noticed with some trepidation that his pants were very tight and his jacket was open with his sparkly chest muscles showing slightly. A red sash was tied suggestively around his hips, which seemed to be shaking more, now that he had someone to shake them at.
"Darling! Just in time for dancing lessons!" Magnus said with way to much excitement. Alec was appalled, stopping in the doorstep, Imagining himself spinning around in a pink tutu. "Magnus, that's not very manly, and don't call me Darling!" Magnus stopped moving around, and raised his well plucked eyebrow. "Alec."
Alec, who had flopped down on the couch, determined not to move, turned towards him. "Yes?" "Alec" repeated Magnus again "You are gay."
Alec, feeling even less manly, blushed a bright pink.
Magnus winked. "You get to see me in these pants all night long If you dance with me, buttercup!" Alec glance involuntarily at the back of Magnus' pants, and mumbled something about him not wearing the pants all night. "What was that, cupcake?" Magnus plopped down next to him. Alec covered his face with his hands. "Nothing"
Magnus grinned and pecked his cheek."Maybe later, but first the dance. Come, I need to dress you. We have a double date with another certain couple!" Alec's head peeped over his arms. "Who?" He asked. "You'll just have to see!" Magnus disappeared into his overly large closet. Alec got up and then immediately jumped onto their extremely comfortable bed.
Magnus' head popped out of the doorway. "Don't even try that Alec, I know what you're thinking. We still have to make it to the studio in an hour, and I need to use that time to make you pretty!"
Alec rolled his eyes. This was getting less and less manly by the minute. Magnus bounced happily out of the closet with an armload of sparkly clothing. Alec felt like he should be scared at the prospect of another night spent dressing up, but Magnus' happiness overpowered his feelings of anxiety. He got up and started towards the warlock, with the intention of telling him that he would rather do something else, but decided that it would be better to just demonstrate what kind of 'other things' he meant.
After a few minutes of showing Magnus what he had in mind, Alec decided that maybe this wouldn't be such a bad night after all.