Pandemonium: Chapter 10
The main characters depicted herein are loosely based on the characters created by Cassandra Clare in her Mortal Instruments series; other characters from other works of literature, television series, movies, and/or songs may appear, they are the sole property of their creators; some characters do not exist elsewhere because they are creations of my own imagination. Regardless of the character's owners, this work you're reading is purely a work of fiction; any resemblance to events past, present, or future is completely and utterly coincidental.
I normally hate to bore you with these stupid author's notes, but I have to cover a few things. As I've been mentioning for a while now, I will be going on a brief hiatus for the next week and a half-ish. There are some changes going on that I need to get accustomed to before going back to my writing. Even though I won't be publishing anything, I still will be around to reply to reviews, PMs, and of course read and review other individual's works (both Fanfiction and Published).
Final Note:Things get a little handsy this chapter. If gay lemons are not your thing, I would advise you skim the chapter for the parts that aren't lemon-y. In addition to that, the end moves back to the realm of the framing device, so if you're not interested in that part, do what you must. I hope you enjoy this chapter, and please take the time to review!
Alec furiously paced around his room in circles. With each circle, he delved deeper into self-loathing, asking himself questions like "Why did I go for that stupid hug?" and "Why did I have to cover my crotch? Now Izzy knows everything." Yet which each question, the only thing that was really nagging him was the desire in his pants, and the deep longing for Magnus' touch again.
Even now, Alec could smell the faint residue of sandalwood on his skin. It reminded him of Magnus, and that drove him even more mad, both with frustration and desire. Trying his best to control himself, Alec ran his hands through his hair. Looking down at them, he found that they seemed to sparkle a little; some of Magnus' glitter fell off onto him.
Rather than making him angry, this only made Alec even more desirous; he imagined what it would be like to be covered in Magnus' glitter from head to toe as a result of all their embraces and other touches. Alec let out a soft groan; his erection was going nowhere.
His mind turned to one possible solution to his hard problem...like every boy he had engaged in that activity before, but once, when he was 14, his father had caught him in the act; he had been informed that it was a sinful and shameful thing to do, and that next time his hands would be tied behind his back. Alec never understood why it was sinful and shameful; it had always seemed like a natural, fun thing to do, but his father was his father, and so he resisted temptations whenever they came.
Today though, was different. His father was miles away, and he couldn't resist temptation for the life of him. Every time he moved, his mind turned to Magnus, the way he moved like a panther, the beauty of his scent, the touch of his muscular arms around him; Alec gave up. "There's no point." he thought to himself.
He moved over to his bed, and carefully removed all his clothing. He lay down on the bed, but not before taking a look at himself in the mirror; his angular face showed the anguish of a scorned lover; his abdominal muscles were in there regular shape of six, contracting occasionally and standing more prominent than ever; he then moved his eyes down to his erect penis, where he was greeted by a member so fully engorged with blood he wondered how he would have ever kept it concealed.
As he lay down, his mind turned to Magnus again. He began recalling the smell of sandalwood, and the sight of his emerald eyes. Slowly, Alec's hand reached for his penis, where he made an open fist, and began to gently move it up and down the shaft. His mind started to turn to Magnus' body, and the feel of his tight muscles underneath his shirt, especially the way his back shuddered under Alec's own touch.
Alec's imagination moved forward with Magnus; he thought about the taste of Magnus' lips on his own, and the ferocity with which they would kiss; he imagined kissing Magnus' neck, gently sucking the soft skin; he conceptualized kissing Magnus' often exposed collar bone, gently biting down on the skin to watch Magnus shiver with pleasure. All this was accompanied by Alec's hands, moving up and down his shaft in a rhythm that was slowly accelerating.
He then pictured Magnus devoid of a shirt. The thought of Magnus' bare skin made Alec give a low moan of pleasure. His breathing became ragged as his body strained under the pressure. His hand began to move even faster. His other hand started to gently touch his testes and massage them, providing him with even more pleasure.
Shirtless Magnus in Alec's imagination was covered in muscles that rippled as he moved lithely around. He was-like Alec-also entirely hairless, except for at the bottom of his navel. There stood a soft patch of dark hair heading directly downward.
Alec's hand was beginning to slide with much haste, his desperation for a release evident through his moans and ragged breathing. Alec then tried to remember what Magnus' reaction was to his embrace. Could Magnus have had the same reaction his body did? Was it possible that he too was in such a state?
Unable to help himself, he imagined Magnus stark naked, with his beautiful, long, hard penis sticking out from a tuft of black hair in his groin. He then imagined Magnus lying down on his own bed, in his own chamber, gently touching himself the way he, Alec, was doing so right this moment.
The image of Magnus pleasuring himself was too much.
Like a river breaking a dam, Alec exploded with pleasure. Within fractions of a second, all of his muscles simultaneously contracted, and then relaxed. He let out all of his pent up passion in one long, loud moan, and watched as he began to ejaculate everywhere, covering his entire bedding in his semen.
Alec closed his eyes and relaxed. His heart rate went down, and his breathing returned to normal. He slowly felt the calm collectiveness returning to his mind, now that his body had been sated.
It was only when this collectiveness returned to his mind, did Alec realize what he had just done. Despite his-correct-arguments about it being natural, he began to feel an immense amount of guilt. He quickly found a washcloth and cleaned himself off; he then moved to his bedding, which he slowly did his best to clean, though it was mostly all stained now. Finally, he put his clothes back on, and crawled under the covers. He couldn't leave his room now; it would be too obvious what he had just done. He decided that it was best to only leave in the morning, when hopefully everyone would have forgotten about the day's events.
-The Next Morning-
Alec awoke feeling more refreshed and alive than ever. In fact, he was entirely chipper for the duration of his morning routine, until he saw the stains on his bedding. After recalling what he had done the night before, his foul mood quickly returned. Alec and Izzy had breakfast together in complete silence. He did his best to retain a straight, unreadable face, whilst she blathered on incessantly about her tour of the castle with Simon.
Alec didn't bother listening to her for the most part; instead he tried to focus on the day ahead, especially his daily meeting with Magnus.
When he arrived downstairs, Carstairs was already waiting for him. He was quickly informed of his schedule for the day; it would be packed with meetings, from the Alderman of the various parts of Alicante, to a boorish meeting with the Earl of Lawbka. Then Carstairs said something to unnerve him; he said, "I would be careful of that Clarissa Morgenstern; I wouldn't be surprised if her father sent her hear to spy on you, to find out your weaknesses and use them to dethrone you."
He thanked Carstairs for the information. It was the perfect thing to keep his mind off Magnus for the morning at least.
That was until Magnus walked into the meeting.
Magnus was dressed in brightly colored blues that made his eyes look like the ocean. He seemed to have taken an extra effort this morning to make his hair even more sparkly, and to smell even more strongly of sandalwood. Alec was immediately reminded of the night before and his imagination.
He simply nodded to Magnus, acknowledging his presence in the room; Magnus spoke at length about a number of topics that ranged from crime in the City of Bones to economic distress in the City of Lost Souls. The entire time, Alec only paid attention to Magnus' mouth; the shape they made with each syllable was particularly tantalizing for him.
Eventually, Magnus finished speaking; as he got up to leave, Alec got up too. He didn't really know why he did it, he just felt it was necessary. Then Alec spoke: "About yesterday, I just wanted to thank you. Afterwards, I felt better."
Magnus looked at Alec with a new light in his eyes; he smiled wryly and murmured, "Any time." Then he proceeded to move towards the door. Again, rather uncontrollably, Alec said, "Wait! Don't go."
He reached for Magnus' hand. Upon touching it he felt a jolt of electricity pass through. Carefully studying Magnus' expression, he realized that it was one of hunger, deep hunger.
Before he could realize what was happening, Magnus crossed the space between them and was right above him. He looked down at Alec and said, "You know, blue eyes, you really confuse me. Sometimes I'm not sure what you want..."
Alec barely heard a word of what Magnus had just said. He only knew one thing: he wanted to taste Magnus' lips. Involuntarily he moved his head up and forward, and planted his lips on Magnus'.
Magnus, not normally one to be taken by surprise, was completely shocked. However, he soon recovered, and upon realizing what was happening, he took control of the situation.
He growled deep in his throat, and shoved Alec's body to the wall. He began to slowly part his lips and kiss him with a ferocity heretofore unbeknownst to Alec. Then through the aperture he forced his tongue into Alec's mouth, and gave him a whole new level of pleasure and experience. Alec began to whimper a little, but Magnus couldn't care less. He attacked Alec's mouth as if he would never taste another mouth again in his life before he died. He pushed Alec further against the wall, and then began to move his lips off Alec's and down to his neck. He started to suckle the delicate skin on Alec's neck, growling with a deep seated hunger all the while. He left a number of marks on Alec's neck, claiming him as his own. He then moved down to Alec's gorgeously exposed collarbone. He nibbled a bit at the skin, which caused Alec to start moaning. In order to respond, Alec's hands moved on and grasped the firmness that was Magnus' ass. He fondled the well shaped semi-circles causing Magnus to growl deep in his chest. He pushed himself on to Alec so that he could feel Magnus' large erect member on his own, and he renewed his authority over Alec's mouth, which, with his tongue, he reclaimed as his own.
"WHAT!?" shouted Clary.
The Professor stared at the paper for a few minutes, then looked up at me expecting more.
I smiled shyly and said, "No more for tonight. It's late, and we have much to cover tomorrow."
With a disappointed look, he nodded, and packed up his materials. He swiftly said good night, and then moved up the stairs to his chambers, where he would sleep.
I sat at the table for a while longer, then I too made my way upstairs to my room. There I pulled out a sheet of paper and recalled my interactions with the Professor. That's where I am now, still recording my thoughts.
It's late. The world around the tavern is surrounded by darkness. It is best to sleep soon, lest I fail to wake up in time tomorrow for the Professor.
As soon as I finish writing this, I will blow out the candle and go to my bed to be enveloped by the darkness.
The darkness that will surround me, though, is nothing. That is a warm, comforting darkness; it is nothing like the darkness within, a cold uncaring darkness that grows with each passing second.
The darkness of a man about to die.