Alec's jaw settled into a hard line. His eyes narrowed, nearly obscuring the cerulean irises, distorting his smooth face into a mask of annoyance that didn't seem to belong on the perfect features. Deep grooves appeared on his forehead, marring the ivory skin just barely visible through his tangled bangs, mouth twisted down in disapproval.
Still, though, Magnus had to suppress a small smile at the sight of his little Shadowhunter. If the ever-arrogant blond and his girlfriend had not been standing there, Magnus would be gushing enough compliments to light Alec's face to a cherry-red hue. It was amazing to see Alexander Lightwood, Jace's past-number-one fan, now instantly be able to shift into a feral creature whenever something interrupted his...tasks.
Magnus's lips failed to comply, and they quirked slightly upward with unabashed amusement.
Alec turned fully now, his eyes locked on Jace's smug face, hands instinctively moving to slide into his jeans pockets. Falling limply to his sides when they found nothing beside his hips but sheer white cotton. Despite that, he sighed heavily, his breath trembling heavily over the alcohol-stained air sifting throughout the room now, fingers clinging in suppressed annoyance to the edge of the fabric swirling out around his milky thighs.
Magnus pulled his blue bottom lip between his teeth with discreet amusement, holding in a chuckle even as Alec tilted his chin up confidently and hissed, "How did you get in?"
Jace's smug expression quickly intensified, and Magnus's amusement inevitably melted into intent suspicion. He simply nodded when Clary's wondering green eyes hovered over his own face, familiar gaze searching his cat-like one for any sign of help.
The blond shrugged. "Back door," he replied lazily, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. Carelessly, he lifted one perfect hand to his perfect face and studied the perfect nails with perfect arrogance.
The overload of perfection that Jace recklessly put on display was making Magnus's head hurt. The boy had no flaws, but the warlock had the growing urge to try and push his buttons, to get him to spill a heart-wrenching secret, then shove that down his throat and give him imperfections of his own.
Shaking the cruel, yet tempting thoughts away, Magnus lifted his sparkly eyebrows, the infamous business face clicking back into place. "How the hell did you know I had a back door? And how, might I ask, did you get in when it was locked?"
Jace was silent for a few moments, the only noise the techno beat of the new song blasting out of the stereos and the overwhelming blend of combined laughter and cheery voices.
Finally, he replied haughtily, "I kicked it down." He lifted one foot up so far it nearly reached the towering warlock's chest. "Heavy-duty shoes, see?" he asked in an overly cheerful voice that quickly grated on the High Warlock's nerves.
Magnus shoved the boot-donned foot away with a vicious growl. His strictly-business facade nearly slipped out of place, but he quickly smoothed his expression over, one hand hovering inches from his throbbing temple, top lip twisted just enough to reveal the gleam of pearly teeth beneath. Anger swam beneath his closed charcoal lids, darkening the gold-green irises beneath to a heated emerald.
The sight of the Shadowhunter's smug face would instantly set him off if he didn't shield his eyes, he undoubtedly knew. So the warlock stuck with his first plan - keep the smokey gray lids clenched over his irises and a partially calm expression on his sparkling face, hiding the disbelief beneath. But his hands still clenched at his sides, balling into tight fists beside the bright cloth over his thighs, manicured fingertips cutting wickedly into the sensitive skin of his palm.
Beside him, he heard Alec's murmur of surprise. Magnus smiled when a warm, heavy hand settled worriedly atop his bare shoulder. His glittery skin heated instantly at the concerned touch. The anger melted quickly from his face, replacing the twisted, unfamiliar expression with one of easy calm.
Sighing, Magnus lifted his hand to close his ringed fingers around the Shadowhunter's. He squeezed reassuringly.
The Downworlder's lids slid open, revealing calm, cat-like eyes beneath. A smile slid effortlessly back to replace the scowl, and he turned the friendly business expression back to face the 'guests'.
Alec watched on in suspicion. The shock in his eyes at the sudden mood change was obvious. The sudden thought that the High Warlock might bipolar flitted through Alec's mind.
Magnus made sure to keep his eyes on Clary's face and away from the blonde's sneering expression when he finally began speaking. Alec's eyes shot back to the attractive warlock's face with intent suspicion.
"So," Magnus began in his low, charming indoor voice, "How'd you know I was throwing a Halloween bash anyway?"
Clary answered before her boyfriend's smirking lips could fully open. Magnus was grateful. "We were in Taki's," she replied quickly, "and we noticed that a lot of people that walked past the restaurant were dressed in costumes. Magnus-worthy costumes," she added with a chuckle.
Magnus smiled and nodded, leaning back against the nearest wall with his arms folded over the sparkling skin of his chest. His eyes were hooded-even more so than usual-and they nearly concealed his cat-like irises. "Yes," he agreed thoughtfully, "I did request the most fabulous costumes to be worn."
Clary nodded before continuing. "Jace thought it would be fun to come and join the party. So we went home and found some old costumes that Maryse had shown me from a Halloween ball that she and Robert attended when they were younger." She absently fingered the edge of the dress that she wore. Her voice trailed off into silence.
Magnus took the time to study their fancy clothing.
The redhead was donned in a beautiful dress that looked as though it was woven from the finest silk. The actual dress was a gorgeous blue color, just a few shades off from his Shadowhunter's pretty, pretty eyes. Magnus smiled sincerely before continuing his analyzing. A corset-type top wrapped around her torso, actually adding curves to her flat chest and slim hips. White strips of satin connected the edges of the corset, creating a web of woven silk across the thin sliver of pale, bare skin across the center of her sternum. Beneath the corset, the skirt flared out in a wide circle around her legs, the hem sliding down to the hardwood floor. The entire bottom was a pale, pretty blue color.
Magnus frowned again when his eyes absently traveled over to study Jace's costume. His grimace quickly softened into a small smile, though.
The blond Shadowhunter was dressed quite spectacularly in a black tuxedo, a crisp white undershirt shining beneath the black overcoat and simple black tie. His slacks matched, as did the boots that donned his feet, despite their bad-boy air they seemed to give off. Cleverly, he had pushed sunglasses up into his crown of blond hair, effortlessly managing to pull off the James Bond look. And, to pull it all off, a simple pink daisy was placed neatly in his breast pocket, standing out brilliantly against the drab colors.
All in all, Magnus had to admit, Clary and Jace made a fantastic looking pair.
But the High Warlock found himself grinning absently when his eyes found Alec's through the waft of hot air and pulsing lights draped over the room.
Alec smiled back at him, his hands still playing with the thin white fabric swirling out around his slender, muscled thighs. Magnus watched his twitching fingers intently, his sharp gaze even more focused on what was hidden strategically beneath.
When his cat-like gaze finally darted back up to the other two Shadowhunters' faces, he realized they were filing away, quickly disappearing in the sea of grinding guests and whirring voices, leaving Downworlder and Nephilim to finally be 'alone' once again.
There was a slow, oblivious moment of silence. And then Magnus spun around with a quick, feral grin and an exaggerated sway of his bare hips.
Alec eyed him curiously. A smirk played on the edges of his pale lips, although it faltered slightly when Magnus took a deliberate step forward, venom blue lips tilted playfully upward. His long, graceful hands were pressed to his slender hips, nimble fingers splayed out across the golden skin between his hipbones. His movements were slow, purposeful. Seductive.
Alec's own mouth parted in awe. Even though he and the High Warlock of Brooklyn had been in a relationship for nearly a year - kissed recklessly in public, straddled each other on the hard, uncomfortable stairwell leading up to Magnus's loft, had... relations beneath the silky sheets of the warlock's queen-size - the sight of his lazy, yet sharp stare, the lean, contracting muscles of his chest and arms, the golden skin stretched tight over sharp hipbones and high cheekbones still struck Alec into bewildered silence.
Magnus smirked at his Shadowhunter's blinded expression. He stepped fluidly up to meet the boy, hands shifting position from his own hips up to the Nephilim's broad shoulders. Heat seemed to radiate from every bare inch of skin, and Magnus shuddered absently.
Alec's hazy eyes snapped back to reality when he felt the unexpected, yet completely familiar scent of Magnus slap him in the face like the back of the warlock's hand. It was sweet and citrusy, tangy and exotic, and utterly Magnus. If it could be bottled, it would no doubt be Alec's crack. Not that it wasn't already.
He smiled tentatively up the tall warlock, pale irises shining beneath the rapidly shifting lights dancing over the room. He lifted his own large hands to cup Magnus's slender face between his palms. The rough, calloused pads of his thumbs stroked tenderly across the lightly tanned skin stretched over high cheekbones, sprinkled with a dusting of glitter. The soft, tender movements elicited a shiver from Magnus. Those long fingers tightened absently over Alec's bare shoulders.
It was almost a minute later by the time Magnus's lithe hands slid away from the shifting muscles in the Shadowhunter's broad shoulders. But they quickly hooked back onto the boy - this time around his slender waist, long arms effortlessly pulling the blushing Shadowhunter closer to himself.
The light pink hue in Alec's cheeks darkened instantly at the close proximity of their bodies. Magnus was smiling down at him, smokey gray lids drooping low over his gold-green irises, nearly obscuring the cat-like pupils and familiar, heated stare. Alec found his lips parting expectantly, the warm hands cupping Magnus's face sliding back to grip the colored spikes standing erect with a copious amount of gel.
Magnus smiled - the warm, affectionate smile he reserved only for Alec.
Leaning forward, he complied to the boy's silent wishes, pressing his venom blue lips to warm, soft, pale pink ones that instantly responded to his touch. The fingers in his hair tightened instantaneously, the pale lids sliding closed over oceanic irises.
Alec sighed against his mouth in raw pleasure. One hand slid down the back of the warlock's slender throat, down to the naked muscles of his glitter-coated back, tightening and releasing with each movement of their lips together, to finally come to rest against the supple curve of Magnus's backside. The warlock gave a low, throaty moan that sent shivers zinging down Alec's spine, lighting his nerves on fire, unconciously tightening the grip his fingers had in the Downworlder's spiky hair.
The kiss was slow, passionate, and it sent fire searing down Alec's spine and through his legs. His knees buckled, and he allowed himself to fall against the warlock, pressing as close to Magnus as possible with the clothes between them. Those would have to be disposed of soon....
Magnus's long arms moved to twine fully around Alec's body. He drew the Shadowhunter firmly into himself, insinuating one hand up into the mess of curly dark hair framing the boy's beautiful face. His cheeks were flushed with dark color, the hands against Magnus's backside warm and calloused through the cloth there. One strong, muscled thigh lifted up and hitched around Magnus's hip, pressing their sweating bodies even closer together. Magnus groaned softly and quickly shifted his position, moving so that Alec's thigh perfectly slid into place beneath the warlock's slender hip.
The roar of noise around them faded as Magnus raked his fingers as gently as possible through Alec's unkempt locks, scraping his manicured nails over the sides of the boy's scalp, through the messy curls, eliciting little shivers from Alec even as the boy locked his thigh into place around Magnus's side, lifting himself almost completely off the ground. He silently thanked the angel for choosing to wear a pair of tennis shoes with thick bottoms.
Much to Magnus's disappointment, Alec finally had to pull away, ragged breaths wheezing out of his lungs and blowing sweetly across the flushed warlock's face. He shamelessly inhaled the familiar scent of peppermint and desire.
Gasping for air, Alec disconnected himself slowly from around Magnus, sliding back a couple steps to lean against the closest wall. The sides of his flushed face and the naked skin of his chest gleamed with sweat. He had to smile when the sudden thought that kissing took more out of you than Shadowhunting passed through his mind.
Magnus slid up to lean beside Alec, back to the wall, arms folded casually over his sparkly chest, face as calm and smooth as though nothing had happened. But the faint smudge of venom blue beneath his bottom lip and the gleam of sweat against his throat and forehead told otherwise.
Tilting his head to the side, Magnus caught the boy's admiring gaze and smiled, flashing pearly whites. Alec grinned tentatively back, his pale blue eyes glinting lazily in the flashing strobe lights.
After a few minutes of silence between them, Magnus turned his head back toward the Shadowhunter. His fingers brushed unintentionally across the boy's, but he used that to twine his long fingers lovingly through the paler, shorter ones.
Stroking his thumb across the skin of Alec's knuckles, he finally spoke, "So?"
Alec looked up at him. Confusion was etched on his face in the appearance of deep grooves between his brows. "So?" he asked slowly, throwing the question back at Magnus with true blue confusion.
Magnus chuckled softly. He smoothly reiterated. "So, how was that?" His voice was low, raw, dripping with affection and curiousity.
Alec paused, his hand falling limp inside the cocoon of Magnus's own fingers, and his eyes glazed over, gaze going distant as he processed the simple question. Color crept up his throat and into his cheeks. His voice was an adorable stammer. "Um-it... it was... Well, uh...." He trailed off into silence for a few thoughtful seconds, and then he turned a sudden smile on Magnus, his hand squeezing the warlock's own assuringly. "It was amazing," he replied confidently. Then he cocked his head innocently, turning pale irises on Magnus through a fringe of dark lashes. "Just like you."
Magnus froze, and then his face melted into a genuine smile, his cat-like gaze sharpening, the irises darkening with some hidden emotion that Alec couldn't quite put a name to. "I love you," he whispered, moving sideways, then turning to face the Shadowhunter. Reaching up, he cupped Alec's strong jaw in the palm of his free hand, careful not to break the knot of their twined fingers. He lowered his head and pressed another kiss to the boy's soft lips.
This kiss was quick, but gentle, not at all like the rushed, hard kisses of their last make-out session. This one lasted much shorter, and Magnus broke away with a little sigh of pleasure.
"So much," he added with an exquisite grin.
Color washed once more into Alec's face, lighting his cheeks to a cherry-red hue. But he grinned back and nuzzled his nose against the soft line of the warlock's smooth jawline. "And I love you," he breathed against the golden skin of his throat.
Magnus shoved himself against the dark wall with a feral grin, bright eyes dancing with unabashed excitment. "So," he started again, this time with mischief hanging in his low tone.
"So..." Alec replied hesitantly, internally blanching at the sight of Magnus's mischevious expression.
"So," Magnus purred again, turning his back to Alec with the quiet rustle of his tall shoes on the floor, "Bedroom?" His head tilted back over his own shoulder with expectant curiosity.
Alec froze. But then his neck cracked loudly with the force of his sudden, vigorous nodding. "Hell yes," he breathed unsteadily.
As the bedroom door closed with a quiet click of the lock sliding into place a few minutes later, the sound of ripping fabric and loud breathing was swallowed by the beat of the catchy music, and the cheerful, oblivious voices of the grinning guests.
Well, all except for a sudden, breathless scream from inside the large, locked bedroom, but that was easily dimissed.
THE END
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