A/N: i do not own these characters

Word Count: 671

Pairing: Alec/Magnus

7.

"What made you join this line of work?" Alec ran his fingers through Magnus's hair while the man smoked another cigarette.

"You mean selling my body for cash?" Magnus asked keeping his eyes closed. "I dunno...I just...did...mostly it was an accident. I picked up a guy in a bar and he thought I was an escort and I went with it."

"You just went with it? You didn't try and get out?" he asked.

"Oh sure I tried...worked for awhile as a bartender and did a few modeling gigs...but this life can catch up to you if you're not careful. Speaking of life...what do you do for a living?"

"I work in a cemetery," Alec answered. "Not very glamorous."

"What do you do there?"

"I dig the graves, bury the bodies, set up the funerals," he shrugged.

He plucked the cigarette from his fingers and put it out in the ash tray. Magnus pouted. "What'd you do that for?"

"I don't want to kiss you when you have a flammable object in your hand," Alec answered. "You can smoke later."

"I can do that."

He smiled and leaned down pressing his lips to his. Magnus hummed and kissed him back twisting a bit so he could wrap his arms around his neck. Alec eased them down onto the bed pushing everything out of the way to give them more room.

"We...we should stop..." Magnus pulled back and looked up at him.

"I don't want to..." Alec sat up a little bit. "Why do you always stop us?"

"I don't want to ruin you..."

"I think it should be the other way around...I'm pretty sure I could ruin you."

"Because you occasionally go on psychopathic binges and come here at 3 in the morning with blood in your hair and soaking your clothes?"

"How did-"

"I fell asleep on the couch one night and heard you come in," Magnus shrugged.

"And...you still let me in?"

"I like you...psychopathy and all."

Alec pulled back and rolled over to lay next to him. "I don't deserve you..."

"What makes you think that?" Magnus asked reaching for the bottle of vodka on the floor and pouring them both a cup.

"You're openly okay with the fact I kill people," Alec pointed out accepting a cup. "And you like me, for the life of me I can't honestly find a reason why you do...not to mention you've seen me go ape shit crazy on a bunch of guys."

"Ah you were saving my life with that last one," Magnus reminded him. "And there are lots of reasons why I like you."

Alec drank some of the liquor to keep himself from going on a rant. "Enlighten me."

"You saved my life...twice. The first night we unofficially met and when I was being robbed. You're the sweetest man I've ever known. My cat adores you and anyone my cat likes I like," he smiled. "You...get me through the long nights...and...you're the reason I haven't taken the gun in my bottom drawer and blown my brains out on the bathroom shower wall. Not to mention you eat my cooking."

"It's not bad food. You should have more confidence in yourself," Alec smiled a bit.

"Hypocrite," Magnus nudged him.

He rolled his eyes and drank some more from his cup before setting it down. "I have to go...early shift," He sighed. "Will you be here later?"

"Probably. I'll leave the door unlocked if I am."

Alec nodded and leaned over to kiss him again. "Don't forget to feed Chairman okay?"

"I won't, he'll start whining at the door," Magnus chuckled. He watched him put on his coat and lace up his shoes. "I don't know what I'll do with myself while you're gone."

"You'll find something, those sketches you were doing were coming along nicely," Alec smiled.

"You saw those?" Magnus asked sitting up. "They're really just...nothing."

Alec shrugged and grabbed his duffel. "Well I think they were great. I'll see you later okay?"

Magnus nodded and watched him leave.