-Sexual Content Warning!-

3

Soaked

"Where are you going?" Magnus asked. Alec smiled.

"We are going out. Jared invited us to hang out today," he said, tossing Magnus his make-up bag. Magnus frowned, cynical and suddenly angry. The day was going so well, why did he have to bring that name up?

Ugh, he's still clueless.

"Did he invite me, or you?" He asked shortly, staring at the glitter and black-smeared bag.

"He invited both of us. Me, Jace and you. Well, Jace brought it up before I could think to."

Jace? JACE figured this out before you? He wanted to scream. Jace is an admitted idiot! God, Alec, I'm supposed to be the insensitive one, not you! He shook his head, standing and going to his closet, taking out a silver leather jacket and a hot pink V-neck T-shirt, which he tossed into the chair in front of his vanity, now fishing for pants.

"I can't," he mumbled shimmying a pair of lime green skinny jeans on. "I can't I have a client to talk to." Alec frowned, staring at his back as he changed.

The warlock wouldn't meet his eyes.

Beg me to with you, Alec, he pleaded silently. Ask me to wait until tomorrow. Let me know you want me around. Please care, want me with you…

"Well, okay," Alec sighed. Magnus wilted internally. Alec looked disappointed, but it was an expression his lover missed.

Damn it.

"Maybe some other time," he said softly.

"Maybe you and I can grab dinner tonight?" Alec offered, smiling a little. Magnus turned to him, hating himself for smiling back. He couldn't help it.

Damn it, why can't I hate you? He couldn't. That smile told him flat out that he could never, ever hate him, even if he was angry.

"Sounds good, darling," he said.

"You alright?" Alec asked, looking concerned.

"Never better, baby." It was a blatant lie, but luckily, it also went unnoticed by Alec. What else is knew?

"I'll be back later," he assured, pecking him on the cheek before walking out the door.

Magnus sighed, looking down at the floor.

"I love you," he whispered to no one. "I love you more than anything, more than life itself. I love you smile, your eyes, your skin, your hair, your voice, your lips, your hands and that cute little nose. I would do anything for you. I'd die for you, I'd kill for you, I'd sell my soul to the Devil, to the Clave to the Fae, whoever wanted it if it meant saving you, or even if you asked me to. You're my whole life, my life. I can't live without you now. Not even if I tried, or if I wanted to try. And I…I don't know if you know that. And I don't know if you feel the same way."

He took a shaky deep breath, snatching up his makeup and plopping down in front of his mirror and applying enough eyeliner to kill a horse to his eyes. He spent another twenty minutes on it and another forty –for lack of anything better to do- on his hair.

What the hell was his problem? He was Magnus Bane, Magnus the Magnificent, the High Warlock of Brooklyn! He feared none and was feared by all! He wasn't meek, or scared, or quiet! He was loud, rude, crude, powerful and intimidating! He wasn't weak! 800 years on this Earth and he was acting like some puny mundane. No, hell no, absolutely not.

But that all changed when he saw that face. Alec held his heart in his hands. He controlled his mind, his body, his feelings, his very soul with chaste naivety. It wasn't Alec's fault he made the warlock melt into a puddle when he looked at him a certain way. It wasn't Alec's fault he went straight through his armor, through walls he'd spent centuries building and struck every nerve in his heart with every word he spoke.

Those deep blue eyes rendered him helpless. That smile made his knees weak. His skin and lips made his heart flutter. The thought of losing what he loved most made him scared. God, he was so scared. He couldn't lose him. He couldn't live without him now, he loved him too much. He'd let him too far in to get hurt like that now.

He shut his eyes; another steadying breath.

Having nothing better to do, he spent another four and a half hours cleaning his loft from top to bottom, pointlessly rearranging furniture and even organizing his hair-care products. And when he was done with that, he repainted his nails, even taking the time to set jewels in out of sheer boredom.

And when that was done he played with his cat, smiling lightly as he chased the felt mouse on a string, batting at it with tiny paws.

"Where do you think he is?" It was 6:30. The cat glanced up at him for a moment, lifting a shoulder as if to shrug before resuming his pounce on the toy.

He fed the tiny creature and sat with him on the couch, absently patting his head.

It was 8:30. And now he was doing his very best not to imagine what could possibly be happening at that very moment.


Alec's porcelain skin against satin sheets, the city outside illuminating the room at the Institute. His lips were tangled in another's. Tanned, scarred hands held him, body just as bare as Alec's caressing muscles and crevices, tracing the white lines and runes that decorated his back.

The lips moved to soft alabaster; Alec keened softly, fingers tangled in light brown locks and running down the nape of his neck.

The foreign boy shivered a little, delving his tongue into Alec's mouth. Alec's hands traveled over his biceps and his chest, loving the feel of this new skin. The other boy moaned, leaning his head back before softly kissing Alec's collarbone and chest.

"Jared," Alec breathed, digging his fingers into his shoulders.

"What about Magnus?" Jared whispered, gingerly cradling Alec's calf and holding it next to his hip.

"Magnus who?" Alec smirked. They locked in their passionate embrace again, bodies entangled with each other as if they were one person.

"Jared!"

Magnus woke with such a violent start Chairman Meow hissed and jumped a few feet away before gingerly returning to his spot beside his master.

He pressed his hand to his forehead. His hands were shaking, face covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

"And people say an imagination is a good thing," he mumbled. He looked at the clock again. It was 9:30. He frowned. "Alec?" He called. No answer. Chairman Meow shook his head, mewling softly. "And I get chastised for being ten minutes late."

He swallowed. None of that. I'm fine. I got stood up by my boyfriend by the golden boy I'd had to fight for attention and that sniveling little foreign-

The door opened. Alec walked in, face dappled in sweat, an apologetic smile on his face, a rose in his hand.

"Hey," he smiled, offering Magnus the purple flower. "Sorry I'm late. Lost track of the time. We were sparring."

Magnus plucked the flower from his fingers, turning it over in his hands without much expression. "You, Jared and Jace were sparring?"

"Nah," Alec shook his head, peeling off his jacket and shaking out his damp hair. "Jace took off with Clary at about one to uh, go to lunch," he grimaced a little.

The flower suddenly burst into flame.

"Oh!" Magnus exclaimed, tossing it into a glass of water not far away. Alec's eyes were large too. "Sorry," Magnus mumbled. He truly was. Alec half-shrugged.

"No big deal." Magnus swallowed.

"So…so you and Jared were alone for eight hours?" He asked.

"Yeah," Alec smiled. "He taught me a few things even Jace didn't know. It was great."

It was like he was carving his heart, carelessly, each word another dig.

"So, how did it go?" Alec asked.

"Fine," Magnus said shortly, not looking at him.

"You want to-" The warlock stood, his face void of any and all emotion.

"I'm not hungry," he grabbed his jacket, throwing it over his shoulders.

"Where are you going?" Alec asked, confused.

"Out," he barked. "Don't wait up."

"Magnus, wait-"

The door slammed hard enough for him and the cat to flinch.

"I'm sorry," Alec said, frowning. He glanced over at the cat. "What did I do?"

The cat shook his head and stood, rolling his eyes and strutted into Magnus's room, tail twitching in a know it all kind of way.

"Great, now even the cat won't talk to me."


Magnus swung through the door into the dark room, vision swimming. He was trashed, and damn happy about it. For now, the horrible ache in his heart was filled with whiskey, martinis, tequila and a wide array of other hard liquors.

He started staggering toward his bedroom, yanking off his coat and tugging off his boots ramming into a wall as he did.

"Sorry, sugar," he slurred. He went into his bedroom, collapsing next to Alec, twisting out of his tight jeans and skin-tight T-shirt.

Alec rolled over, squinting. "Magnus?"

"Nope, Mary Poppins!" He exclaimed, throwing his clothes to the other side of the room. "God, you can't breathe in that shit."

"You reek," Alec stated sleepily. Magnus nodded.

"That's probably because of all the alcohol I drank," he said thoughtfully. Alec frowned.

"Why did you-?"

"Doesn't matter." Magnus kissed him, tears in his eyes. "You know I love you right?"

"Yeah," Alec said, still confused. "I love you too."

"You sure?" He sniffed.

"Hey," Alec wiped a tear that escaped to his cheek away. "Of course I'm sure, what's the matter, baby?" Magnus shook his head, burying his face in his chest.

"Could you hold me?" He whispered. "Please, just for awhile."

"Yeah. Magnus, what's the matter?" He asked gently. Magnus shook his head harder.

"Please, just hold me."

Alec wrapped his arms around him, kissing his forehead. Magnus felt vulnerable and small. He never felt that way. Alec shut his eyes.

"What's wrong? I can't fix it if I don't know what's wrong," he whispered. Magnus just sniffed. Alec listened for a moment, felt him shaking lightly. He was crying. "God, Magnus, what? Please!"

Still no answer. "Please, please hold me."

He held him, stroking his stiff hair. He fell asleep in a few minutes. Alec took a long look at him. Surprisingly, Magnus's hair and makeup were still perfect. Such control for a drunk.

His nails were done and he'd been dressed to a T. Now Alec understood. He'd stood him up. He didn't call, didn't say a damn thing about it. He shut his eyes, cursing himself. Some boyfriend he was.

"I'm sorry, Magnus."

Chairman Meow gave a small noise that could've been considered a snort. The little cat circled on the end of the bed, shaking his head and rolling his eyes before laying down.

Stupid Homo sapien.

-You know it's bad when the cat gets it, right?-