Hello! I wanted to thank everyone who reviewed on my last chapter, they really encouraged me to get cracking on this new chapter. This time it's from Magnus' point of view ( I was super excited to write his perspective of meeting Alec. ) and our lovesick idiots will finally meet.

I will be trying to update a chapter once a week if homework and school doesn't interfere too much. :)

None of you can imagine the feels I have planned for later. ( Kudos to a friend at school for coming up with the idea. ) *insert diabolic laughter here*

Disclaimer: I do not own the Mortal Instruments or any of its characters, or any references that may or may not be made.

Anywho, I hope you guys like this one!

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For Magnus Bane, his day couldn't have been any worse. On any other day his alarm would have woken him, he would have gotten out of bed, had a wonderful breakfast, and been on time for his photo shoot that afternoon; but luck hadn't been on his side this morning, and everything had gone horribly wrong.

His first mistake had been drinking far too much the night before, though in his defense he was Magnus Bane and he couldn't say no to a drink, especially when offered by such an attractive suitor. His second mistake had been bringing said attractive suitor home, because the bastard had decided it would be a good idea to turn off Magnus' alarm clock. When Magnus had woken that morning at noon he'd thrown a fit, and kicked the idiot right out of his apartment.

This led to him in the bathroom, hastily applying his makeup, and trying to dress in something worthy of his status. It wasn't easy trying to squeeze into tight leather pants while applying eyeliner, yet he'd done it somehow.

Chairman Meow had managed to get under foot, and Magnus had cursed the stupid feline who had caused him to spill coffee all over himself. On top of sleeping in, he'd been forced into a second wardrobe change and hadn't managed to leave his loft until 12:55pm. Even if he lived a few blocks away from the studio it was impossible for him to get there on time for his first appointment of the day.

Stumbling out of his apartment, Magnus closed the door with the heel of his black combat boot. His camera was draped over one arm and he had a bag over the other. Armed with a second cup of coffee in one hand and a pair of dark sunglasses blocking out the wretched, wretched sun, Magnus sprinted down the stairs. With his luck that morning, taking the elevator was guaranteed to make him even later for his appointment.

He reached the ground level, where he found his electric blue 2014 Chevy Stingray parked and ready for him. Digging his keys out of his extremely tight back pocket, Magnus unlocked it and slid in. The car had long since lost its 'new car' smell, and he was tempted to buy a new car. He had the cash to spare, but he'd grown an emotional attachment to his old Great Carsby.

The engine purred to life, some bran new pop song filling the space of the car. Magnus' gaze slid towards the numbers of his dash; 12:59pm.

Well, at least he was going to be fashionably late.

The drive to the studio seemed to be dragged on longer with every minute passing 1 o'clock. It wasn't until he pulled into his reserved parking place did he pause to check his makeup in the mirror. His eyeliner was professionally done - by his own hand of course - black hair spiked up with the perfect amount of purple glitter at the tips. No outfit was complete without glitter.

Satisfied with his appearance, Magnus grabbed his coffee and rushed through the large sliding doors to the studio. Inside his assistant, Catarina sat behind her desk. She looked up as he entered, a strand of her long electrics blue hair falling out-of-place. He rushed over, pausing to take a long drink of his coffee.

"Is he here yet? The model?" Magnus asked, adjusting his bag over his shoulder as he shot a glance down the hallway.

Catarina hummed as turned away from him to type something down on her computer. "He was here ten minutes ago."

Magnus grunted and pushed his sunglasses back up the bridge of his nose. God his head hurt; he rubbed irritated at the spot in between his eyebrows. "Catarina-"

"Advil's already on your desk, take some before you start shooting."

Magnus shook his head in admiration. He couldn't understand how she knew what he was asking her before he actually asked it. He'd known Catarina long before he had reached his current status and wealth. Catarina had been the one to smack him over the head when he was being stupid and set him back on track. He owed her a lot, far more than he would admit.

Magnus nodded his thanks to her he turned to head towards his office and studio. "Oh and Magnus," Magnus came to a stop at the sound of Catarina's voice. He raised a curious brow in silent question. "Please, please, the walls aren't sound proof, no sex."

Magnus placed a hand over his heart, feigning hurt. "Why Catarina, I'm offended you'd think so lowly of me that I would stoop to having sex in the office!"

Catarina snorted, she still hadn't bothered to glance back at him. "Mags..." She spoke his name with the tone of a mother running low on patience with a small child.

Magnus sighed dramatically, "Scouts honor, no sex."

"Thank you."

"I hold no promises over a little touching, maybe kissing?"

"Magnus,"

Magnus chuckled, and wiggled his eyebrows. "Yes Catarina, I'll behave." He was about to continue to his photo shoot when a thought suddenly struck him. "Wait, how do you know I would even-"

"Blue eyes, black hair." Came Catarina's reply.

"Ah," A sly grin curved on his lips. "You always did know what I prefer." Turning on his heel, Magnus set forward towards his studio an extra sway in his hips and a bounce in his step.

Perhaps his day would end up being significantly better than how it had started out?

Pushing the door open Magnus strolled into the studio, he glanced up at the clock on the wall. 1:15pm, not too shabby for someone who had only woken up nearly an hour ago. "Terribly sorry for being late, I got caught in traffic this afternoon." Magnus said, he spotted a figure rising from a seat out of the corner of his eye. He assumed it must be the model for the day. Magnus sighed, moving over toward his desk to set his stuff down. "I hope you weren't waiting here too long darling," Magnus turned, his breath catching in his throat and mouth falling open slightly.

Hot damn.

The man standing in front of him was looking incredibly awkward in a crisp, cream coloured long sleeve, that hugged the strangers fit torso in wonderful ways, and a slim fitting pair of dark jeans. There was a baby blue scarf around the man's neck, and every item of clothing Magnus recognised from his own clothing store, MB. He did spot a neat pile of clothes in the corner, which he assumed they belonged to the stranger. But Magnus had never, not in all his years, laid eyes on someone with such blue eyes. The boy's eyes were simply radiant, and that was only at first glance.

Magnus, in his attempt to keep his outward nonchalance, pushed his sunglasses up on his head and prayed they didn't ruin his hair. His eyes dropped, talking in the beauty from head to toe. By the time his eyes came to meet a pair of stunning blue optics, he was pleasantly surprised to see that pale skin was flushed a wonderful colour of red. A slow, elegant smirk curved its way on Magnus' glossed lips.

His day truly had taken a turn for the best.

"Just a few minutes, I was actually late myself." The stranger admitted, Magnus had to look twice though, just to make sure that the man wasn't just trying to make him feel better. But he didn't see even a trace of guile in either crystal clear cerulean eye.

"Wonderful," Magnus said, and he moved to start turning on lights. He hit the button on his computer, booting it up while popping a Advil into his mouth as he went. "Now, darling, I'm sure you're well aware this is a photo shoot. I have a few forms I need you to sign; purely business, and then we can get down and dirty." He winked as he said it, enjoying the way the stranger's face flushed a vibrant red.

Magnus opened his backpack, shuffling through until he found the papers he was looking for. Withdrawing them he set them down onto the table, displayed neatly for the other to man. "You just need to sign here and here, and we'll be ready to shoot," Magnus paused as he set a pen down next to the documents. "I didn't quite get your name..." Or your number for that matter.

"Alec Lightwood," He replied, agile fingers grasped the pen and signed in small refined letters. Alec slid the papers over towards him and Magnus picked it up.

Holding it in between his perfectly painted nails, Magnus grinned as he looked up from the sheet. "Well, Alexander, it's an absolute pleasure to make your acquaintance." He purred and extended his hand, watching eagerly as Alec blushed as he took it. Magnus leaned forward, grinning wolfishly and staring down at the Alec from under his lashes. "Magnus Bane, at your service darling."

Releasing Alexander's hand Magnus moved around his desk, scooping up camera in one hand he moved towards the studio portion of his office. He moved about, turning on a light here, a soft box there and setting up the shoot.

"Come over here sweetie, I don't bite." Magnus said, and then grinned. "And when I do, it's only in bed."

Alec's cheeks coloured - they seemed to do an awful lot of it - and moved to stand where Magnus had indicated. "You make a lot of sexual innuendoes," he muttered as he moved towards the set with a small limp.

Magnus beamed. "Aren't you observant," He looped the strap from his camera around his neck and began snapping a few experimental shots. Frowning as he fiddled with the settings, he continued taking odd shots of Alec; who shoved his hands in his pockets and smiled at the camera in a way that had Magnus' heart doing cartwheels in his chest. "Alright, let's lose the scarf and the shirt."

"What?!" Alec spluttered.

Magnus peered up from his camera, taking in the indignant expression before him. "I said-"

"I know what you said, but why?" Alec asked, exasperated. "Is it really necessary that I take off clothes?" He cringed as he said it, as if the very idea pained him.

Magnus smiled to himself, his 'radar' was rarely ever wrong, and he didn't think it was betraying him here at all. "To be honest darling, this is a shoot to raise awareness for those living with prosthetics every day, and I do need to get some shots of your prosthetic limb." He said. "If it helps I could always take off my shirt too..."

"No! No!" Alec said, his hands waving in the air frantically. "That's alright; keep your shirt on- clothes on, please."

Magnus sighed, feigning disappointment. "Alright, but if you change your mind..."

"I won't." Alec muttered, already the scarf was discarded and the shirt followed almost immediately afterwards.

Magnus nearly dropped his camera.

It was hard not to drool over such wonderful abs, but somehow he managed to keep his composure. He swallowed thickly, shamelessly staring at the thick muscle that rippled every time Alec moved. "Okay, just do what feels natural. Arm up, run it through your hair- yes perfect!" Magnus chatted on with Alec for a few minutes, opening up the shy man and listening to him talk about himself as he snapped pictures. Occasionally he added the appropriate innuendo here and there just to see the colour rush to Alec's cheeks.

He discovered that Alexander was a retired war veteran who had recently lost the lower part of his leg, and was currently in physiotherapy. He learned the man took his coffee black - no sugar, no milk - and that was harboring a deep set hatred for Starbucks. That was something Magnus was determined to change. It was almost strange how easy it was to talk to Alexander, not that he was complaining, not at all. Though he did find out that Alexander was the eldest brother to Jace Herondale.

"You're related?" He asked, flabbergasted.

Alec laughed, throwing his head back, and Magnus clicked another shot away.

Gorgeous.

"I know, we look nothing alike, mainly because we aren't related." Alec said, his thumbs hooked into the loops of his jeans. "He's adopted, but we might as well be related by blood."

Magnus nodded, he had met Jace Herondale at a party. The blond bastard had got on his nerves and rubbed him all the wrong ways. Apparently the feelings had been mutual, since both he and Jace hadn't spoken since. That was normally what happened after Magnus doused someone in red wine.

"Let's take the jeans off now."

Alec sighed, but complied without complaint. Magnus watched eagerly as the material pooled around Alexander's feet- foot. The prosthetic was there, all too real and metal, but Magnus quickly dismissed it for the eye candy he was getting.

Alec bent to detangle himself from the fabric, and Magnus rushed forward, ever the one not to turn down an opportunity. "Let me do it, I want to take those shoes off too." Getting down onto his knees, Magnus kept his eyes focused on easing Alec's legs out of the shoes.

He was keenly aware of the blue eyes burning holes in the top of his head, Magnus hoped he wasn't being mistaken for thinking Alec couldn't do it himself. His reasons were far more selfish really; all he wanted to do was be able to lay his hands on such wonderful muscle. He was very proud to say he didn't get a chance to touch some rather prominent leg muscles.

Alec's hand gripped his shoulder. Magnus was acutely aware of the soft grip, he wouldn't mind having those hands on his hips while he- Stuffing the socks into the shoes, Magnus chased his sinful thoughts away from his head. He had promised Catarina no office sex, and Alexander didn't seem to be the type either.

Finally the jeans came off and he folded them over his arm. Magnus' first mistake was looking up before he got up. He was struck by how close he was to Alexander, and how he had the best view in the house of Alec's body. He definitely enjoyed being on his knees in front of this man, preferably with something long and hard down his throat, but baby steps were fine with him.

As if Alec could sense his thoughts he heard the man's breath catch, dark eyelashes fluttered, casting shadows down over elegant cheekbones. Whether he knew it or not Alec's stomach muscles clenched and-

Damn.

Magnus nearly moaned when Alexander's teeth caught his bottom lip and began to nibble.

The world was so cruel.

Magnus lowered his lashes as well, peering up at Alec with almost a predatory stare. "Maybe we should take the boxers off too." He murmured, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips.

"Magnus!"

Magnus laughed and rose to his feet in one elegant motion. "No nudes, we'll save that for next time lovely." He raised his camera and stepped away, breaking the connection. Taking his place, Magnus zoomed in on the lovely v-line of Alec's hips, he snapped a picture. That one would be for his own personal collection. "Arms up Alexander,"

"I told you, it's Alec."

"Cross one leg over the other Alexander."

Alec sighed. "You're impossible."

Magnus snapped another few shots, observing each one with a critical eye. "I prefer the word magnificent."

Alec crossed his arms, trying to act casual as the camera clicked again. "Is that why you named your store MB? Magnificent Bane?" Alec wrinkled his nose.

Magnus bent on one knee, "Its official name is MB." He said neither confirming Alec's question nor denying it, a ghost of a smile lingering on the corners of his lips. "Some people call it that."

There was something enjoyable in the playful exchange of words between him and Alec, though Magnus was finding it slightly hard to concentrate on the conversation while he had a nearly naked Alec posing for him.

A comfortable silence stretched between them and Magnus continued taking pictures, with the odd command to switch a different position. Magnus couldn't help but have some fun with that. "... Just bend at the knees,"

"Like this?"

"Perfect darling, now stand up, no! Slowly, and stick your cute-"

"By the Angel, Magnus!"

"I love that expression, where on earth did you pick it up from?"

Alec straightened, without doing the provocative movement Magnus had been hoping to achieve. Magnus pouted, but secretly was glad his advances weren't completely being met with resistance. He glanced towards the clock, "Well Alexander, sadly it seems that our time is just about up."

Magnus watched as Alec all but ran to retrieve his clothes from the corner. He couldn't help but watch as Alec concealed himself in an ugly grey sweater and a pair of holy jeans. Magnus pursed his lips and turned his back to the man; personally he enjoyed a nearly naked Alec far more.

Facing away from Alec, Magnus shuffled around until he heard Alec's approaching footsteps. Spinning back around, a piece of paper in hand, Magnus smiled.

"You should expect the pictures to be out within the next few weeks. Feel free to drop by my studio if you need anything at all." Magnus dropped another glittery wink and leaned forward, his hand slipped into a pocket of the sweater. "Call me." He purred and pulled away, just as quickly.

Alec spluttered, unable to properly articulate. Magnus sauntered away to his desk, immensely pleased with himself and watched with curious eyes as Alec began to back away.

"Goodbye Alexander," Magnus said, raising his fingers he wiggled them in a wave farewell.

Alec returned the gesture and fled the studio, leaving Magnus staring at the place Alexander Lightwood had been only moments ago.

It was only later did Magnus realise his mistake, "Damn it, I forgot to get his number."