A/N: I obviously don't own the characters. They belong toCassandra Clare. This is rated M for most adult themes of course. May vary between character points of view.

Don't worry. Nothing badish in this chapter. I promise the next one will be good. Just please don't hate me *hands cookies*

Comments are always welcome

Chapter 7: Check up's (Ragnor's point of view)

"Yes Cat, I will make sure he's taken them. I'm on my way over there right now. Yes I have the refill. It's in my briefcase." Ragnor rolled his eyes as he dug the spare key to Magnus's apartment out of his suit jacket and unlocked the door climbing the flight of steps to the man's apartment. "I'll call you later Cat. Bye."

He hung up and put his phone back in his pocket and unlocked the front door pushing it open and wrinkling his nose at the scent.

Smoke, left over greasy Chinese food and sex.

"Morning," Magnus greeted from his seat at the kitchen counter in a kimono robe with a mug of coffee.

Ragnor looked him over and deemed him still mentally competent. He didn't seem anymore depressed than he had been a few days ago which was good.

"Did you have company?" Ragnor asked walking over and setting his brief case down before pouring himself a cup of coffee.

"I did yes," Magnus nodded flipping through the magazine he had. "Seeing as I won't be filming for the next few days I thought 'what the hell'."

"Glad to hear your back in good spirits."

Magnus rolled his eyes and glanced at the bedroom door as it opened.

Ragnor paused mid drink and narrowed his eyes as the blond currently walking over to them clad only in a pair of black silk pants.

"Woolsey."

It wasn't much of a greeting as it was a statement.

"Nice to see you too Ragnor, I'm fine thanks for asking," the blond greeted and took a seat next to Magnus taking a drink from the man's offered coffee cup.

"You slept with Woolsey?" Ragnor looked at Magnus.

"Hmmm there was no sleeping involved so much as being repeatedly shoved face first into a mattress and seeing stars," Magnus answered getting up and stretching.

"You. Out." He pointed to Woolsey and then the door. "Now."

"Guess the funs over Mag pie," Wooley sighed a bit dramatically and set the coffee cup down and grabbed his discarded clothing.

He tugged the back of his robe and gave him a kiss.

"Call me later if you're up for grabbing drinks later. Nice seeing you again green bean," Woosley called over his shoulder as he left closing the door behind him.

"What in seven hells is wrong with you?! Woolsey?! Are you trying to have a repeat of what happened?! I mean honestly! Woolsey?!"

"Okay first of all, no need to yell," Magnus held up a finger. "And secondly, yes Woolsey."

Magnus poured himself some more coffee and grabbed a bottle of vodka sitting on the counter and pouring a little into the cup before taking a sip.

"I thought you didn't care about who I slept with so long as it wasn't 'he who shall no longer be named.'"

"So you thought having Woolsey Scott over was any better?"

"It was just sex."

"And by the looks of it drinking. A lot more than two days worth."

"We got thirsty," Magnus shrugged grabbing a cigarette and lighting it. "I am responsible adult. I don't need you babying me and taking care of me."

"Yes you're adult. An adult with serve depression, anxiety issues and a past history of drug abuse; you can't be left alone for more than a week on your own without some sort of issue popping up hence why both Catarina and I have a spare key to your apartment. And the number one reason why Woolsey Scott is not allowed to set foot let alone share a bed with you."

Magnus rolled his eyes. "Is there a reason why you came here? Or was it just to yell at me."

"I came here to drop off a new script and a refill of your medication. Catarina wanted me to bring it to you."

"Great," Magnus took the bottle.

"Take one."

"Excuse me?"

"I highly doubt you have. So take one. Right now."

Ragnor got him a glass of water.

"You're kidding right?"

"If you want me to leave, then you need to take one."

"Fine. If it will get you to leave."

Magnus opened the bottle and took out one of the pills and popped it in his mouth and drank the glass of water and opened his mouth when he finished.

"There. Happy?"

"Not really but you took it and that's what matters. Call me when you've read the script and just be careful."

Ragnor grabbed his brief case and walked out shutting the door behind him and taking out his cell phone.

"I swear I just want to throttle him," Ragnor sighed taking a drink of his scotch. "Oohh right there. Yesss that feels so good."

Raphael chuckled and continued to massage his shoulders. "You do not want to throttle him."

Ragnor snorted and closed his eyes. "I do. I really do. He just…he's so…-"

"Dependent on you that when he finds someone new he can depend on to be happy it makes you a bit jealous and you have to do something so you can come back and pick up the pieces?"

"…That's not what I was going to say…"

"No, but it is what you were thinking si?"

Ragnor shrugged his hands off and stood up to get another drink.

"It seems like I was right," he chuckled stretching out on the couch.

"I do not want him to be dependent on me…" Ragnor shook his head and leaned against the home bar.

"Really? Because you raced over there this morning. On your day off I might add," Raphael pointed out. "It's okay if you do. No one's going to be mad at you."

"I just don't think him dating the Lightwood's on is such a good idea…His parent's called me planning on pressing charges against him."

He sat back down and downed the drink before setting the glass down.

"Is that why you had me try to make a pass at him? Not that I have a problem with that. He does have a really nice ass. Yo podía comer el culo toda la noche."

"Really. I am sitting right here."

Raphael rolled his eyes and sat up tugging the man down to lay with his head in his lap.

"We both know your ass is mine."

"From the way you seem to go on about Magnus a little assurance would be nice."

Raphael reached down and palmed him through his pants. "I suppose that can be arranged."

Ragnor groaned and bit his lip. "Bedroom?"

"Couch."

He squeezed gently and pulled his hand back.

"Sentarse y tomar sus pantalones y calzoncillos fuera como un buen chico."

Ragnor sat up doing so beging to loosen his tie as Raphael took off his sweats and sat up more grabbing his hips and pulling him into his lap after sliding on a condom.

"You probably would've done really well in the gay porn industry," Raphael mused pouring some lube on his fingers.

"What do you mean probably?" Ragnor smirked. "And who says I haven't?"

"You're to you do to porn," Raphael chuckled working in a two fingers. "Ah excelente, still loose from this morning I see."

Ragnor rolled his eyes and bit back a loud groan as the fingers were soon pulled out and sucked in a sharp breath as they were replaced by something larger and thicker.

"You alright amore?" Raphael kissed his temple giving him a moment to adjust.

"Si…si…" Ragnor nodded.

Raphael began thrusting as Ragnor kissed him the two men soon panting and breathing deeply the sound of skin against skin filling the room.

"¿Vas a cantar para mí?"

Ragnor moaned digging his nails into his back as he neared his release cuming between them a few thrusts later Rapheal following suit as he clenched.

Both men panted and leaned back on the couch. Rapheal eased out carefully and laid them down on the couch drawing small circles on the taller's man's back.

"You should call this Alec guy, just talk to him about your concerns and tell him what happened was a misunderstanding."

Ragnor sighed and closed his eyes. "I will…after another round or so."

Rapheal laughed and kissed him. "I'm going to hold you to that."

Translation:

Sit up and take your pants and boxers off like a good boy. - Sentarse y tomar sus pantalones y calzoncillos fuera como un buen chico.

I could eat the ass all night- Yo podía comer el culo toda la noche

¿Vas a cantar para mí?- Are you going to sing for me?