H'okay, this one took some more thought. Many agree that Alec should wait so…this is mostly Magnus with a glimpse at Alec. Let me know if I channel him well. Sorry it was a bit spaced from the last chapter. I am trying to be somewhat consistent without sacrificing the quality.

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…..Magnus…

The room was silent, save for the purrs of Chariman Meow who slumbered at the foot of the bed. Black hair in a crown of spikes peaked out from the blanket as heavy breaths moved it. Serenity was absolutely everywhere. Then as if on some unseen cue to ensure chaos reigned; Ke$ha's voice rang out "Where they go hardcore and there's glitter on the floor!" the smartphone blazed out in glory. It was Saturday! In a rush that would make an anime artist proud, Magnus leapt out of the bed and landed on his...face. He let out a groan "Why hello Mr. Floor, I do believe this was an invitation because you missed me so much? My apologies however we can't keep meeting like this, in fact if you are so rude again I will put in wall to wall carpet that would not only appreciate me but cushion any fall. Now if you'll excuse me." He stood up, cleared his throat, and then danced around "It's Saturday! Hell yes!" he cried out. Meow stared at him, mewling in confusion at first, then fear as Magnus plucked him up and smooched him so hard the noise echoed in the air.

Magnus plopped his cat on a feather pillow as he sashayed to the bathroom. Then he shrieked "DAMN IT I SLEPT WITH GEL IN MY HAIR! OH MY GAAAWD!" How the hell did he manage this?! Desperation hit him in the stomach so hard he felt like he was going to puke. With shaking hands he picked out some random fuzz from his back spikes and jumped into the shower. Heavy duty shampoo would do the trick! However when his hand groped for the bottle, it hit air. There lay a note on the wall, barely legible from the water:

Dearest Magnus,

We need to go shopping love!

-Magnus

No shampoo, no sandalwood body wash, no conditioner. He had hand soap…and he was desperate. Fuck it, he had to try. With flicks of his wrists he let his poor hair have it. Thirty minutes later his hair lay limply around his shoulders. At least he was clean, now for something to put in as a measure against the brittleness he could swear was already setting in. Looking around his eyes spied a tub of moisturizer. Could he really use bodybutter in his hair? He tried a small area of wet hair and…aha! Soft silk touched his fingers after he worked the heavy stuff in. Like a pirate in search of gold he grinned, greedily fingering the tub of heavy conditioning cream. Slathering his hair, brushing then blow drying made his hair shine and he swore to do this again, writing a reminder to leave on his bathroom mirror:

Dearest Magnus,

Screw conditioner, use Bath and Bodyworks body butter.

Fabulously yours,

Magnus

….

Black skinny jeans? Check. Green glittery top that makes his eyes pop? Yessir. Hair down in front spiked in back? Who would doubt it not to be true? Black slip on shoes with glittery shoelaces that also glow in the dark? Heck yeah. Wallet, chapstick, lotion; he pat his pockets and gave one final nod. Ready at last, he grabbed the burlap sack with the key to it all inside and whistled as he kissed his cat, and locked the door, all but dancing to Lightwood Creations. Never would he have guessed that his heart could beat so loud that he would hear it; it was certainly new. Determined NOT to be nervous he shook his shoulders and sauntered in. No longhaired girl in sight. Score.

Slinking along like a panther Magnus zeroed in on the door that he knew held a very stunning young man with a certain something, a something that he was determined to figure out what. Whistling he strolled in, nearly gasping with pleasure at the sight of black jeans (not skinny but no one's perfect right? Well okay maybe he was close to it even with holes in his clothes) black short sleeved shirt that showed off fairly defined biceps, black combat boots and black floppy hair that was hanging so far forward it was a wonder the boy could see. Grinning Magnus let on that he was there "Alexander darling! You must be my knight in emo armor!" he cried out as he settled the bag down by the creator's legs.

Alec spun to face him, his eyes hidden behind huge sunglasses. Gently clearing his throat he pointed to a table "Set it there, I should be able to fix it in a few hours" he murmured, turning back to his current project.

Hell. No. Magnus snapped his fingers hard enough the boy jumped "Let's not be so hasty" he purred "We can chat right?" he settled himself onto a stool across from Alec, pondering his target, no, victim? Not right either, er….man candy? Yeah, that worked.

…Alec…..
Spicy waves hit his nose, and then whistling filled his ears. He turned at the sound of velvet floating over the air. That man was back. Ever the snoop, his sister had told him the customer was a guy of an even greater height than himself and gorgeous to boot. Isabelle had taken time to gather every minute detail about the man. He wore sandalwood, a fragrance she hated but Alec seemingly liked. Caramel skin she said, that flowed in even tones and was smooth. Raven hair perfectly styled around intensely green and yellow eyes. He also donned plenty of eyeliner and glitter to accent his designer clothes. Obviously the man took care of his looks…not that it mattered. Alec was both happy and miserable when the man had called, happy because the man literally had him hooked in only a few words and sad because not a damn thing would come of it.

"I don't chat" Alec replied softly "Leave the piece and your number. I'll call you when it's fixed" cool and even. There, he could do this. 'Don't open yourself again, only pain awaits and it won't always be yours. Can't be selfish and risk the safety of your family, no matter how lonely you get' he chanted this over and over in his head. Maybe if he screamed, the darkness would shatter and give him a glimpse…he only wanted a glimpse. Foolish thoughts never got anyone anywhere. He shook his head, thankful he had the foresight to wear sunglasses today. With confidence he almost believed, he walked to the work table and pulled out the glue, and smoothing tools one by one "The piece" he repeated. The footsteps followed him, stealing his breath.

"You don't have to be so cold" a voice mewled right by his ear. He gritted his teeth against the shiver that his body begged him to allow. No weakness in front of him, this man that made his skin crawl with goose bumps.

"I'm not cold" he replied tartly. He was being professional. That wasn't a crime. "The piece or you may leave" he huffed. Laughter rang in his ears and he had to grip the table. Floating….that's what he felt like he was doing. Such a sound! He nearly whimpered. Rolling his useless eyes he inhaled, tapping his fingers.

"You're so cute when you're angry" The man cooed as he laid the pieces on the table. Clanking around, Alec could tell it was all in big pieces. He nearly stuck out his tongue. The man could have fixed this himself. Business was business and who was he but a blind man clawing the dirt for a way of life? Silently he began to feel the edges. "Please leave now" he whispered "I don't work well with an audience"

"I'll leave" the voice was even. Trying to ignore the pang of disappointment, Alec leaned into the feelings of relief. That is until "If you promise to go out with me"

Alec nearly glued his fingers together "W-what? Sir I don't even know you" he spluttered. He spun to face this new light in his life, yes light. He radiated so strongly that Alec swore he could see him glow.

That laugh rang out again "The point of dating dear Alexander is to get to know one another right?" he purred, like a house cat, purred. "I won't leave until you say yes" he breathed into Alec's ear.

Cocky bastard, he sure knew what buttons to press. "Yes, alright?" huffing out a breath he fanned a thin hand "Please go now" he begged.

"Pick you up here Monday at eight?" he chirped. Was he a cat or a damn bird? Alec's head spun, but he ignored it in favor of the pleasant warmth that spread through him. He had been asked out, for the first time.

He blushed deeply and nodded "S-sure…" he frowned "What do you plan to do?"

Clapping smacked the air "Dinner and perhaps a picnic? Movies are a bit hard to get to know a person in" thank God. Movies would require headphones and a lengthy description of his disability. Maybe Alec could fake being with sight a little while longer.

Nodding again he turned to the work "Very well. See you here on Monday" Good, his voice didn't shake. He could do this, he could fake it. He'd just have to leave his sight dog Meadow at home. Difficult but doable, this date may not be such a disaster. Now, if only he believed that he was good enough to be on this date in the first place. Perhaps he'd ask this ma—oh wait "I don't even know your name" he said shakily. Shit.

…..Magnus…

"Magnus Bane darling, my name is Magnus Bane" cool and smooth. He had the poor boy shaking deliciously but damn if he wasn't adorable to the highest power. May said powers give him the grace to not maul the blushing virgin. Better to take his leave before Alec blushed himself into an early demise. With a glitter wave and a wink "Till Monday gorgeous" he made a kissing sound and sauntered out of the store. Then promptly skipped all the way home, forgoing the taxi ride. In need of some serious plo—er plan.., eh who was he kidding, yes, yes he was totally plotting. He was a damned diva, and proudly wore his glittery title. To hell with all those who didn't like it, they could sit and spin in all their ugliness. Alexander Lightwood would be his new conquest. The term 'Man candy' was well and all but he wanted so much more from that body. Staring at him for an hour certainly cinched his apparent label for this feeling.

Licking his lips he set himself in front of his closet "Damnit what does one wear to a hunting trip when the game is a really, really, reeeeally hot man?" he whimpered and threw himself onto his bed, covering his forehead with the back of his hand. His cat mewed at him. Yep, he was going to need to shop for a new You-Can't-Resist-Me-If-You-Tried wardrobe. Oh the things one did for lust. …

I'm not too sure about this chapter. Let me know! R&R!