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Chapter III

"Inside the lion's den

hides a beautiful man"

"A warlock? " the young man spoke with a slight disbelief in his voice. "Are you sure, Jace?"

"Deadly sure, Alec, " Alec wondered about it a little. This wasn't very common that warlocks, especially those with a great power, were caught to be slaves in Shadowhunters' homes. "Apparently his name is Magnus Bane, and father knows him from the past."

"I see, " he responded, turning his eyes at his sister, who was training with Jonathan.

From all Lightwoods siblings Alec was the eldest one, he was almost eighteen, only a month and a half and he'll be a legal adult, like Morgenstern. Alec, because he hates when someone uses his full name, Alexander Gideon, was the biggest pride of his parents. The first born, always obeying their orders, being the protective older brother for his sister and younger brother, as well as for his parabatai, Jace Morgenstern, the second son of Valentine. He was one of the greatest archer in the whole Shadowhunters' history, trained by his father and Valentine themselves. He was the ever good son for his parents. Even agreed with their decision about his planned marriage with some shadowhunter girl. He never wanted to disappoint Robert and Maryse, and the whole community, so he obeyed everything.

The outside shell of Alec Lightwood obeyed everything. But the inside of him was quite different.

Inside his head and heart, Alec wasn't a clever boy, though he tried to be. Inside, he was a disappointment to his parents, even though, Maryse and Robert had no idea about it, yet. You see, Alec is what they always hated, what the whole community disliked, a disgrace to the Shadowhunter race.

Alexander is gay. He understood that years ago, when he was about fourteen and fell in love with his parabatai, Jace. The blonde boy with golden eyes was and still is his only love. But Jace would never return this feeling. He's what the mundanes says a ladies man. And so Alec has been hiding this secret from everyone, sans his sister, Isabelle. That girl, by the Angel, if you look at them, you could say they're almost twins, despite fact that Alec is two years older than Isabelle. She's his best friend, like Jace, she keeps his secrets hidden, he's the one she comes for advices, because there's no girl that Isabelle could befriend in the Institute of New York.

Besides Isabelle and Alec, there's the third sibling, little Max. He's just nine and loves the strange books called Manga, the ones that Alec couldn't read, even if he wanted, he simply doesn't understand them. Max is very skinny boy, he looks like Alec, though he has gray eyes, after one of the ancestors, while Alec has inherited his blue ones after Maryse. Max resembles Alec in many aspects, starting with the fact that he wears oversized shirts and sweaters, just like his older brother. Yes. You could never tell that there are not blood related to each other.

"Yeah, " murmured Jace, polishing his seraph blade. That's Jace Morgenstern, always loves to use daggers, seraph blades, knifes, sometimes even swords if he has too. In opposite to Alec, who tries to stick with bows, arrows and occasionally seraph blades. "He's very shiny, you know."

"How do you know? I thought that you haven't seen him, yet," Alec finished picking his blades for the today's training. Once Izzy and Jonathan will be done, he and Jace will start trainingng.

"I haven't, but Max did. And you know, how that midget loves to gossip. " Alec just glared Jace for that name for Max. Yes, Max was nine, but he looked so small, that he could be easily taken for a seven year old boy, and he often was. "Apparently, he's ought to be father's personal slave."

Ah, of course that Valentine would choose the great warlock to be his personal slave. He has a big ego, actually the biggest ego in the whole world, at least that's how Alec thinks. And it's in the genes. Jonathan has it too. Jace as well, even though he states that he's not like his brother and father. By the Angel, Jace even has the same name as his older brother, yes, they both are Jonathan, but when they came to live with Lightwoods, Maryse gave the boy a new name to not confuse them.

"So Max had seen him."

"Yeah, and, I quote, he's looking like a guy from his books. You know, those nartuo…"

"Naruto!" Isabelle popped in, as she jumped at Alec's back. If it was anyone else, Alec would immediately react and pinned the person to the floor and brought the blade to their neck. But this was Izzy and he was used to such things coming from her. "I heard about the new warlock too. I wonder is he hot?"

"He's a downworlder, Isabelle," Morgenstern spoke in his cold tone. "They are meant to serve us. Do not forget it and do not interact with him, do you understand me?"

"Sure, take a chill pill, man," she addressed him and when he turned his back to her, Izzy stuck her tongue at him. Alec and Jace laughed silently at this. "I'm just wondering, how he looks, this…"

"His name is Magnus Bane," Jace added, monitoring Alec to follow him to the middle of the room. The black haired boy went after his parabatai and soon they started to train.

An hour later, they both were sweaty and panting, when Jace was pinning Alec to the floor with his own body. The older one tried to think of the most horrible things, when he heard Jace's heart beating close to his own, his chest on his chest, his muscles, those tough muscles that Alec had repeatedly dreamt about touching.

"Do you yield, my friend? " Jace gritted through his teeth.

"Ugh, I do," Alec sighed, trying to not groan, when Jace pressed harder near his groin. "Get off of me, Jace."

The blonde boy obeyed and lifted himself off of Alexander. He reached out his hand towards the blue eyed boy and pulled him off the floor. He dusted off his sweatpants and a shirt and went to put the dagger back on its shelf.

"You did good, Alec," said Jonathan. He and Isabelle were sitting on the stairs, observing them. "Though I must say that you need to learn more tactic, if you want to beat Jace or me. I can teach you. I know all Jace's moves."

"You don't," said boy popped in with a grimace on his face. "Besides, I'm better than you."

"You wish, little brother," he bickered with the other Morgenstern. "I have far more fighting skills than you. And I'm better looking."

At that Isabelle laughed out loud.

"Whose side you're on, Izzy?" asked Jace, glaring at his brother. "Alec, tell them. Tell them that I'm the hottest shadowhunter, ever. And the best too."

At that moment, Alec was red on face, as Jace looked at him expectantly. The older boy looked around stepping from one foot to the other; he always did it whenever he was embarrassed, like in that very moment. He hated to be in a center of attention, and now he has been, as all of the eyes were turned at him.

"Um...um…" he stuttered, looking into a direction of the door. There was like two hundred meters between him and the hall. He could run and avoid all of them and this stupid conversations that makes him uncomfortable. He could, but the bigger question was, would he be succeed? Well, it was worth of try. "I gotta go, I think that dad is back, and I want to talk with him...yeah...you stay here and…"

"You didn't answer, I'm the hottest, right?" Jace stand before him with a grin on his face, blocking his way. "I am, right?"

"Ye...yeah...but I have to go, now," he passed the boy and literally ran out of the training room. Unfortunately for him, he bumped into something hard, yet warm. Moreover, he fell on that thing.

"Ouch," he heard a warm, deep voice.

Alec lifted his head off of someone - yes he was lying on someone at that moment - and looked before him. His eyes were roaming over a caramel chin and neck. The more he was getting up, the more he observed. He collapsed on some man. He never saw him before. When his eyes laid on the man he had fallen on, he was shocked. He was beautiful. His hair was put up in spikes. He was shining, could he be a fairy? Alec had seen fairies twice in his life, one when he was visiting Penhallows in Idris, with his parents, and the second time was when he was eight and Valentine had brought one to the Institute, only to send her to Blackthorns in the Los Angeles. But this man didn't have pointy ears like they had, so he wasn't a fairy.

Then Alec caught the eyes of the man. They were gold-green, looking like cat eyes. He was staring now into Alec's blue eyes with a curiosity and something else that the boy couldn't figure out.

"Hello, there," he spoke up, after they got up from the floor. Alec was stunned. The man was looking at him from head to toes, even ogling him, the way boys are ogling Izzy or girls ogling Jace or Jonathan. He swallowed hard, trying to avert his gaze from the unknown man, but he couldn't. The exotic beauty of the man was drawing him in. "I'm Magnus Bane, who are you?"

"A..Alec Lightwood. So you are the warlock, who came to the Institute? " the archer asked and Magnus only laughed a bit.

"Yes…"

"Bane! " he was interrupted by the loud voice of Sathera, the werewolf, middle age woman, who was their cook. Alec was afraid of her, since the day she came to the Institute, fifteen years ago. The young man flinched when the yellow eyes of the werewolf woman fell on him with the angry expression; though he didn't know to which one of them the furiousness was directed at. She came closer to them, and yanked the warlock to her side. "Apologies, Master Alec," she addressed him, bowing her head. Alec offered her only a small smile and a nod, before she turned to Magnus. "Bane, you cannot approach either of the masters without the earlier order or ask. It's against the rules!"

"I don't play by rules…" he clearly didn't know the name of the woman or just was cocky. Magnus sent the woman a bored expression and turned his eyes back on Alec; ogling him once again. He opened his mouth again, as if he'd like to say something more, but Sathera didn't give him any chance. She pulled him in the opposite direction and led him out of the hall. Before they disappeared around the corner, Bane glanced at Alec once again. The lustful look he gave the boy, sent shivers down his spine.

…

After his first encounter with Valentine tonight, when he found out that he'll be a personal slave of the shadowhunter, Magnus was led by some werewolf man named Kylios straight to the big room in the right part of the Institute. As Bane recalled, from the memories of the London Institute a hundred years ago, it was ought to be the old cathedral, the one place where all of the downworlders could have been; the unsacred place. Now it was full of single beds; dear, they even looked uncomfortable, from that far. There was one table, pushed to the sort-of-a-window; Magnus was sure that someone made that window, not so long ago. He remembered clearly that cathedral in the London Institute didn't have one. There was also a closet, one, middle-shaped, made of the dark wood, maybe cherry wood. The walls were poorly white; at least they used or should be white, that's what Magnus has thought; but in real they were in an ugly greyish color, with some runes painted on the ceiling. The warlock guessed that these are reminders of the cathedral.

"You must listen to each of the Masters, even though you're Master Valentine's personal slave," Kylios spoke, as he pointed to a bed that Magnus could take. "If you don't obey any of them, they will kill you. The worst are Morgensterns. Valentine and his sons. Both of Jonathans are cocky and they're thinking that they are the best here. The youngest of the Lightwoods is a nice boy, he doesn't treat us like a crap. Miss Isabelle is similar to Jace Morgenstern, very prideful, but yet, she has a pure heart. She won't offend or attack you if you will act good towards her," Magnus was nodding to this information, as he sat down on his supposed-to-be new bed. He laid down a few shirts and pants of his, the only things he could take with him; after all, the slave can't have many things, practically he should only have things that his masters will give him. Bane was sure that Valentine would never give him a single thing, he despised the warlock. "The parents of Lightwoods, Maryse and Robert are barely here, they travel a lot with Valentine. There is, of course, Hodge Starkweather, he stays in here all the time, apparently he was cursed to not leave the Institute. He's the tutor of the young Masters and the tactician here. He's very vise. Ah," he suddenly snapped his fingers, Magnus raised his eyebrow at him. "The last inhabitant, Alec Lightwood. A very noble, young man, a great fighter. He's very quiet but nice, unless you try to attack his family, then...let me tell you, it didn't end up good for a young werewolf who tried to force himself on Miss Isabelle. Young Master Lightwood slaughtered the boy then with no remorse."

"Interesting," he mused, didn't want to hear anymore about the kids in here. He really didn't care about them, except for his possible, future object of seducing, Isabelle. But first, Bane decided to try and find out everything only by hearing and talking with other downworlders here; which were werewolves only. Magnus had a theory, that Valentine picks only the Children of the Moon only because his ex-best friend and parabatai is now a werewolf. Morgenstern knew that and he hunted on Luke for years now. Magnus knew, that it's a revenge, because his ex-dead-wife had chosen Luke over him and their eldest son. She had chosen death over life by his side as his queen.

"You will meet them all, eventually," the werewolf continued. "Both young Morgensters are very demanding, mark my words. And god protects you if you don't obey. You will die as fast as the blink of an eye.

"Got it. Obey them," the other man nodded. "Alright, so what now?"

"We'll go to the kitchen, and Sathera will give you further orders, and explain you all of the rules. Let's go, Bane," he led him out of the room and soon they found themselves on the corridor leading to the kitchen.

"Could you help me, Kylios?" they heard a boyish, high-pitched voice. They turned around and approached a small boy in a green, bagged sweater with some book under his arm. He pushed his foot behind the other and looked at the ground, before he spare a glance at the werewolf and warlock.

"Of course, Master Max. What can I do for you?"

"I lost my glasses and I can't read. Can you help me look for them? Alec, Izzy, Jace and John are training and won't let me inside the training room," Max explained. Kylios went closer to the boy and took his hand in his own. Then, they left the corridor and Magnus's cat eyes.

'Great,' he thought, ' how am I to find the stupid kitchen now?'

So Magnus started to wander through the halls of the New York Institute, trying to find the kitchen, but he had no luck so far. He groaned, whenever he found himself on the wrong way. And of course there was no one in the halls, who could direct him. He was walking right next to some big, wooden door with iron latches, when he heard some muffled voices. He moved closer to the door, hoping that maybe that is the kitchen, when suddenly they were opened too fast and something hit him hard on his chest, making him fall to the ground.

"Ouch," he yelped, opening his eyes and meeting a black mesh of a hair. So someone pushed him to the ground. Magnus tried to make some move, but the body on his own wasn't that light, and he couldn't use his magic. So he had to wait, until the pusher will lift himself off of him. That someone, that man, as Magnus guessed when he felt the man's groin near his own, finally lift his head up.

And, oh, boy, Magnus was stunned.

The boy, looking like a teenager, maybe he was seventeen maybe older, locked his eyes with him. Bane was truly amazed when two pools of blue were staring at him. The warlock couldn't draw his eyes off of him, even when they got up from the ground and the man took in his look.

Oh dear, the young being before him was truly beautiful. Blue, electrifying eyes, surrounded by the thick, black eyelashes. Sharp, small nose, thin lips. Perfect, porcelain skin, rosy cheeks. Nevertheless, the most important was that the man had blue eyes and black hair. His favorite combination.

"Hello,there" Magnus said casually, smiling flirtatiously at him. He couldn't stop himself, even though the boy was a shadowhunter. "I'm Magnus Bane, who are you?"

"A..Alec Lightwood. So you are the warlock, who came to the Institute?" the boy asked and Magnus only laughed a bit. This Alec was adorable.

"Yes…" then they were interrupted by some werewolf woman, who started to scream at him. But Magnus didn't care, he just kept staring into Alec's beautiful eyes and face. As he was pulled away from him, by the woman, he gave Lightwood the last glance and a smirk.

At night, as Magnus was lying in his bed, he couldn't stop thinking about Alec Lightwood, even though it was truly wrong. He had a mission to fulfil here. And damn him if he won't succeed.

But that doesn't mean that he can't have fun during it, right?

After all, who would have thought that inside the lion's den, hides a beautiful man?

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