Magnus had been very happy.
When Adam Lambert had been very unconscious…
Then the Bitch had to go and screw that up.
"GET OFF ME!" The Royal Pain in the Ass, himself, screamed.
"No!" Magnus screamed right back, attempting to duct tape his rowdy guest hands back together. "If you would just listen to me I-"
Adam flipped over where, instead of on his stomach, he was now on his back. Adam's hands were free. Their eyes met for a moment.
"Don't you dare-"
Adam swung his fist up to meet a surprised Magnus's face. Magnus reared backwards, clutching his nose. Adam scuttled towards the tarnished door of the shabby motel room (he'd been in enough crap motel rooms to know when he was in one). Magnus shook his head back and forth, once his vision quickly cleared, he darted after Adam and grabbed the back of his designer jacket (Magnus made a mental note to ask him where he got it), slitting it up the middle.
Adam turned back around and saw what damage Magnus had done and shrieked
"YOU BITCH!" He grabbed a hold of Magnus's collar "THAT WAS MY FAVORITE LEATHER JACKET!"
Magnus laughed.
"SHUT UP!" Adam screamed again, shaking Magnus back and forth. "Or I'll…I'll…"
"You'll do what? Sing me a lullaby?" By this time Magnus was beyond caring what this little piece of shit said, and idiotically (and very Jace-like) ignored the fact of who had their hands wrapped around who's neck.
"I SWEAR-"
"Oooooh did I make the poor little pop star angry?" Magnus cooed.
Adam swung his right knee up and plunge it into Magnus's gut. Magnus doubled-over, clutching his stomach.
"Not so tough now are-"
Magnus shot up like a bullet, head-butting Adam in the tummy, sending them both tumbling over each other. Magnus used his nails to dig into Adam's skin, with an animal like ferociousness, they rolled around, and clinging to each other to make sure the other wouldn't run away, while throwing around random and uncoordinated punches and kicks.
They jerked, scratched, irked, slashed, screamed, bashed, shouted, hit, flouted, bit, and all around pretty much tried to maim one another.
Nails were chipped, hair frazzled and ripped, clothes were disfigured and vengeance delivered, and now they lay side by side breathing heavily. Throwing small punches at each other, they were weak and brittle punches though.
"Lambert,"
"Yeah?"
"You suck shit, but I have to admit you kick some mighty fine ass."
"Thanks…you aren't so bad yourself?" He said confused by the younger (crazy, but incredible sexy) looking man's calmness.
Magnus sat up suddenly, looking Adam in the eyes. "I think my boyfriend likes you." It came out rushed and miserably.
"Ummm…okay."
Magnus sighed; well at least this was a start.
"Do you know why I invited you here, my little subscripted antagonist?" Magnus headed. Then stood up and looked down at the (compared to the Warlock) young boy sitting on the crusty floor.
"By 'inviting' you mean, stalking, injuring, then kidnapping me, bringing me to this dump, and duct taping me to a chair?" Adam said, motioning his hands all around the shabby room.
Magnus ignored this and moved on "You are here because I require something…" He finished off mysteriously.
"What something?"
"Something worth chasing you 'til the ends of the Earth for…"
"What is it?"
"Something that could very well change life as we know it…"
"But what IS IT?"
"Something that stands between love and hate, good and evil, Life and Death…"
"WHAT? WHAT?"
Magnus was back on the floor with Adam, he slowly leaned in, his hot breath tickling Adams ear, he whispered hoarsely and surreptitiously "I need…"
"Need what? WHAT?"
"Your…autograph," Magnus quickly leaned away, shoving a pen and piece of paper in his face.
"…."
Adam froze. His lips jerked. His eye twitched vigorously.
"Let me get this straight…you stalked me?"
"To an extent, yes."
"Then you tear up my bus, and nearly killed me and my band, my friends, in the process?"
"Yep, almost, but not quite."
"Then you abducted me, tied me to a chair, let me piss myself-"
"I told you, you could've used my sink-"
Adam held up a hand, and Magnus let him continue on his entertaining, but totally pointless rant.
Adam paused "You did all this for a FUCKING AUTOGRAPH!"
"No silly, I don't want just an autograph…I was hoping for more of message or declaration of your gratitude for having such a great, amazing, beautiful, strong, talented, astounding, wonderful, astronomical, good, handsome, charming, elegant…"
TEN MINUTES LATER…
"creative, ingenious, awe-inspiring, mystifying, captivating, radiant, arresting, ravishing, winsome, glamorous fan such as my boyfriend, Alec. Magnus finished off in one breath.
Adam stood there for a moment, not moving. Magnus debated on poking him with a stick, just for the hell of it, when suddenly Adam began to laugh.
It started off a chuckle, but then grew into a rage of uncontrollable laughter. Adam was choking somewhat, desperate to get some air, tears running down his face, though his makeup didn't smear, which made Magnus slightly jealous.
Magnus began to laugh too, he wasn't sure why, but he took Adam's uncontrollable twitching and the nutty, mad gleam in his eyes as a good sign.
"So," Magnus stopped laughing after Adam had calmed down. He was now downing a bottle of whisky Magnus had magically popped up when Adam was slowly drifting into madness. "Are you going to do it or what?"
"Nope!" Adam exclaimed, bubbling out little giggles.
"WHAT! Why not?"
Adam smiled and winked "Because I have a better idea."
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With Love -R ;)
