11. Hotel

Alexander didn't know where he was.

As soon as The Dragon's name had passed Magnus' lips he had turned to run. His heart was racing, his head was reeling and he could hear the other boy's voice repeating the name over and over again.

The Dragon had promised Magnus his parents back, the same way that he had promised the Angels a life full of glory. He had made the boy a Hunter for the Fallen and Alexander was certain that he had a plan.
The Dragon always had a plan. There was not a single move he made without calculating how things would turn out to his profit.

Somewhere on a crowded street Alexander came to a halt.

The Dragon was caged. Captured in the pits of Hell. So how could he have killed Magnus' parents? Made Magnus a servant the way he had had the Angels serving him?

Slowly Alexander turned in circles, stumbling a little when a few people pushed him out of the way. There were skyscrapers around, a few shops, cafés, and restaurants but there was nothing he could identify. Nothing he had ever been to before.

Momentarily he felt like slapping himself for his stupidity of simply running off but decided that the humans around him would possibly decide that he had a mental disease and needed to be locked away. He had heard Jace talking about mental asylums and didn't feel any longing to be sent to one.

"Alec!" The voice had turned so familiar to Alexander that he would have recognized it anywhere and he wasn't surprised when he turned around and got eye to eye with Magnus. He was out of breath, his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead and his eyes shimmering sadly. He seemed to have been running after Alexander. "Alec, wait, I'm sorry, I…" he broke his sentence off when someone rammed into him and complained about teenagers being in the way all the time.

"I want," Alexander started quietly, trying to avoid Magnus' gaze but he found his eyes drawn to the other boy constantly. "Home," he finished and hung his head, wanting – needing – Magnus to get out of the way, to leave, to let him come to terms with his thoughts but Magnus wouldn't budge. Instead he reached both hands out to touch Alexander's shoulders and pull him into a hug.

Despite the fact that he knew that Magnus was siding with The Dragon the hug felt warm and safe and comfortable and he wished to stay that way forever. In this little world where there were no Deals, no Heaven and no Hell. Just him and Magnus.

"Come on," Magnus said gently, ending the hug long before Alexander was ready for it and he pulled him through the street in silence for almost half an hour.
Terrible thoughts were racing through Alexander's head. Thoughts of Magnus bringing him to the Dragon, of being enslaved again, of being tortured.
But Magnus led him into a building that he didn't know, small but clean and Alexander watched in interest as Magnus talked to someone behind a counter, handed the person some money and received a key instead.
Alexander let him advance up the stairs, following quietly into a room that Magnus locked as soon as they both had entered it.

"What?" Alexander asked shakily as he looked around the room, at the large double bed, the hideous curtains, the door into a small bathroom, a mirror on the other side of the wall and the two small tables on each side of the bed.

"Sit down," Magnus said and pointed at the bed where both of them sat a few seconds later, next to each other, their legs dangling from the side. "I stay here over night when I can't bare going home," Magnus explained, obviously determined not to look at Alexander. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you before. About the Deal, I mean. I just…" He sighed as if he were terribly exhausted and buried his face in his hands.

Alexander dared to rob himself a little closer, wrapping an arm around the other boy's shoulders cautiously. "Magnus," he said testily, just to try out the way the name felt on his lips, with no real intent to say anything at all. He remembered asking Magnus once if he was different from everyone else and being told that there was something special about him and he wondered if that was the reason Magnus had told him about all of this or if he told everyone this story just before he handed the Fallen over to Lucifer.

"I don't want you to get hurt, Alec," Magnus said and his voice sounded shaky, muffled by his palms that were still pressed against his face. "I never meant for it to get like this"

Alexander nodded; unaware of the fact that Magnus wouldn't see it and he used his second hand to pry Magnus' hands from his face. The other boy looked up at him with bloodshot red eyes and his lower lip between his teeth. He looked a mess, worse than Alexander had ever seen him before. He was broken and helpless and it was so sincere that he leaned forward and rested his forehead against Magnus' just to be closer to him.

"You must hate me," Magnus pointed out quietly and Alexander could feel his hot breath washing over his face.
"No," he replied easily and thought about shaking his head until he realized that that would have meant uncomfortable friction for the skin on Magnus' forehead.

"I just don't know what to do," Magnus continued and closed his eyes while his hands wrapped around Alexander's waist, pulling them so close together that Alexander had to lift his legs and drape them across Magnus' lap to be able to sit comfortably.
They stayed in their embrace for a while, Alexander's mind reeling with what he was supposed to do or say, what would help Magnus out of his situation but he couldn't think of anything.
You couldn't break a Deal with The Dragon.

"What does he want with the Fallen?" Magnus asked after a while and the question startled Alexander. He had thought that Magnus would know what the plan was about.
"I don't know," he answered honestly but his voice was shaking a little. He didn't want to think about what The Dragon would do with the Fallen that he got his hands on.
"He takes them into his room," Magnus continued in a quiet voice. "And he stays in there with them over night and the next morning they are gone"

Alexander sucked in a breath and he felt his eyes filling up with tears. He didn't want to think about it. Whatever The Dragon was doing he didn't want it to be his concern, not now, not now that he was getting used to human life, not now that he was starting to enjoy it.

He closed his eyes tightly and felt Magnus' lips skimming the skin right underneath his eyes, collecting stray tears and wiping them off with gentle kisses.
"I'm sorry," he whispered against his cheek but Alexander wasn't sure what he was apologizing for now so he remained quiet, letting Magnus resume the gentle brush of lips against his skin.

When Magnus' lips had reached his own Alexander felt his pulse quicken, his heart raced in a speed that was unbelievable and he whimpered quietly when Magnus' tongue dipped into his mouth, entangling his own in a desperate dance.
Hands roamed his back over his shirt and every once in a while Magnus would dig his nails into his shoulder blades, making Alexander moan quietly into the other boy's mouth.

Their kissing was ended by Magnus who pulled away, his lips glistening from the coat of saliva and his eyes glittering like the stars in the night sky. "I don't want…" he started and Alexander's heart dropped. Had he done something wrong? He felt painfully aware of the fact that he didn't know what he was even doing all of a sudden and the thought that Magnus had realized that as well coursed through him like a thunderstorm.

Magnus' eyes were clouded with something Alexander couldn't name and his chest was rising and falling a lot faster than it usually did. They just stared at each other for a few seconds until…

"Can I see your scars?"

Alexander knew what he meant immediately and he reached one hand back, his arm bending in an awkward angle as his fingers trailed over the spot where his wings should have been. He knew that there would be scars, even though he couldn't feel the broken strands of the remains.
Slowly he nodded and lifted his arms as if to show Magnus that he was allowed to take his shirt off to make it easier for him to take a look.
The other boy obliged immediately, lunging forward quickly to pull the shirt over Alexander's head and drop it on the floor.

Shivering slightly Alexander tensed when Magnus crawled behind him, his long, slender fingers tracing the fine white lines crisscrossing his back. A cool breeze seemed to wash over his bare skin and the contrast to Magnus' hot breath made Alexander squeeze his eyes shut and hum low in his throat. A few moments long that was everything that happened; nimble fingers tickling sensitive skin until Alexander shrieked in surprise when Magnus' lips skimmed his neck and shoulder blades, his fingers wandering from his back to the sides of his body, holding onto his waist tightly.

"You need to tell me to stop if you don't like something," Magnus whispered in his ear and then they were face to face again and the other boy was pushing him down onto the bed with gentle force, peppering little kisses over his collarbone. The heat that Alexander had felt when he had been in the cave with Magnus returned, his breathing got erratic and a tightening in his lower regions made him whine in confusion. Something was happening to his body that he couldn't find any explanation for and he tugged on Magnus' shirt to make him aware of it.

"Shh, it's okay," the other boy assured him before continuing his caress of Alexander's skin, nipping, licking and kissing all across his chest and abdomen. "I don't know if…" Magnus started hesitatingly as he looked down on Alexander, desire evident in those intense dark green eyes. "I don't know if I should do this," he finished his sentence and leaned forward to leave a lingering kiss on Alexander's lips.

"Please," Alexander whimpered, not sure for what. Maybe he wanted the feeling to stop, maybe he wanted Magnus to continue, maybe he wanted to flee or maybe he wanted to stay like this forever. He just knew that he wanted something.

Magnus seemed to take the uttered plea as encouragement because with a small smirk on his lips he unbuttoned Alexander's pants and pulled them down, leaving him in Jace's silky gray boxers, that, when Alexander looked down on himself, seemed to tent weirdly. A small part of him wanted to reach down and touch the strange bulge but Magnus was quicker, moving one hand over it to massage it gently.

The touch made Alexander flinch in surprise at the intensity. If he had thought it would be like any other touch he had experienced then he was wrong. This was strange and torturous and pleasant and too much.
With a yelp he pressed his legs together and drew his knees up to his body. A feeling of embarrassment that he had never experienced before coursed through him and he felt his cheeks heat up.

"I'm sorry," Magnus said quickly and turned to lie down next to him, reaching one hand out to gently stroke the side of his face.

"What?" Alexander asked quietly, avoiding looking directly into the other boy's eyes. He wanted to know what that had been about, why he was feeling the way he was, how a simple touch could have such an effect on him but he didn't know how to ask in a way that would not seem utterly ridiculous to Magnus.

"I thought," the other boy started and the uncertainty in his voice made Alexander look at him again. "I don't know what I thought, I just… I didn't mean to push you…"

Curiously Alexander reached a hand out to run it over Magnus' left cheek, tracing the outlines of his lips with his thumb and then he robbed a bit closer, pressing their bodies together so tightly he thought he could feel Magnus' heart beat against his own. All of a sudden Alexander felt too aware of all the clothes clinging to Magnus' body, rubbing against his own bare skin.

"Do Angels…" Magnus started but he broke his question off the moment he started it. "Never mind," he said and closed his eyes, sighing softly. "Of course they don't. Have you done what we are doing before?"

Alexander just blinked in confusion. He had tried to kiss Jace before but it hadn't felt nearly the same. In fact he didn't even know what word to use for what they were doing. It was a completely new sensation to Alexander, his body yearning for more, more and more and yet he didn't know how to get more out of kissing and touching Magnus than he already was.

"Come here," Magnus said quietly as he sat up, pulling Alexander with him, their legs tangling together.

"What now?" Alexander asked shakily and he knew Magnus understood that he was talking about the situation they both found themselves in. "Can I help?" A chuckle and the shake of his head was the reply his question got and then Magnus leaned forward to connect their lips in a lazy kiss for just a few seconds.

"I'd like you to spend the night here with me," Magnus said as he wrapped both his arms around Alexander's lithe frame. "And tomorrow I'll rent a car and I'll drive you out of town. We'll find you a place to live at, somewhere you'll be safe"
The plan didn't sound like a good one to Alexander but he didn't find the strength in him to protest. If it was what Magnus thought would be best then it was unlikely he'd be able to change his mind. Now that he knew where this whole talk about leaving was coming from a tiny part of himself found it best to flee as well.
The other part, the Fighter part in him, the one part that was left of his being an Angel, however, protested furiously against the prospect of escaping the oncoming threat.

"Come with me?" Alexander pleaded hoarsely and closed his eyes so he could only assume that Magnus was shaking his head.
"No dice, darling," the other boy said with a soft chuckle before kissing Alexander's forehead. "No matter how much I wish I could"

A/N: Oh, heh, well, I was scared of posting the actual lemon so I split the chapters. Filler-Chapter alert going on here. I really hope you liked it anyways :)

Also, thank you all so much for the lovely reviews and for sticking with me, you guys are the best! :D

And, about Max being called "Max" and not "Maxwell" or any of the sorts; I have them calling him "Max" because he is a very young Angel and Isabelle and Alec think very fondly of him. Were he to be addressed by other Angels or the like they would call him Maxwell :)

I'd really like to actually reply to all the reviews I get but I hate answering reviews as an A/N, it seems really odd. I'm trying to figure out how to best answer all of your guys' questions without clogging up the A/Ns though so as soon as I figured something out I'll let you know :)

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Nicky