Disclaimer: All characters belong to Cassandra Clare
Warning: Forced Body Contacts
Chapter 20: Can't
"Thanks." Isabelle took the mug of hot milk from Simon who was dropping down across her behind the counter. It was only eleven at night and the black market was packed with people. Usually Simon's shop would have lots of customers but a sign on the door brushed them all off. She appreciated that.
Simon handed her a blanket as she sipped. "You are shaking."
"Well, if you have fixed your air conditioning." She put down the mug, snatched the blanket and wrapped it around her body. Even with a coat the shop was still too cold. Simon shrugged. "I will get into it tomorrow." Then he too, shook because of the chills.
Isabelle snickered. "You should get yourself something decent."
Simon frowned at her as if she was a lunatic. "A Yoda sweater is decent enough."
Fondly rolled her eyes, Isabelle didn't even bother to argue with Simon anymore. The brown-eyed man jumped off from his seat and went to embrace her from the side. "You are safe here."
"My knight in Yoda sweater." She leaned into him, resting her head on the collarbone. Although Simon always made silly jokes and references that Isabelle didn't catch, he would be there when she needed him. Like now, a phone call and he rushed to the Mansion, receiving multiple speed tickets. She though suspected he would pay them.
"Let's go to bed." Simon suggested.
"But the customers – "
"They can wait."
Isabelle nodded. It was hardly the time for her questions and she was tired from it all. Simon gently held her and led her upstairs. They stopped at his bedroom door and he pushed her inside. "I will clean the shop up. Warm my bed."
She heavily slapped her fist on his bicep and Simon cried out, rubbing his bruised spot. "My Queen Isabelle, apology for my rudeness."
"That's about it." Isabelle turned and crawled on the nicely done bed, sneaking under the blankets without taking off anything except her shoes. She was facing the window and suddenly she saw a silhouette by the reflection. She jolted and nearly screamed.
"Master Isabelle, how may I help you?"
It was Simon's butler. It bowed and eyes were on the ground. Isabelle wrapped the blankets tightly around herself and commanded. "Nothing from me. But you should go down and help Simon closing the shop."
"Yes, Master Isabelle." It bowed lower and left the room. She collapsed on the bed with sweats on her forehead.
Her body was too tense to sleep. Mentally exhausted, the insomnia was torturing her. The deafening silence was interrupted by a loud voice downstairs.
"Simon listen to me!" The voice was young and accent foreign, soon her boyfriend whispered. It was loud in the small shop. "Could you wait for tomorrow? Izzy is upstairs and your volume would wake her up. She needs rest."
"War doesn't rest." The other man said when Isabelle walked stealthily to the staircase, listening to their conversation. It wasn't that she had better things to do. The light only cast onto the first few steps. She hid herself behind the wall.
"What is it then?" Simon asked.
"Two planets completely vanish from the universe, could you believe that!" The man exclaimed. "They were taken by the transformed months ago and we believe they disappear from the world because everything was looted. They had no values to those monsters and they simply destroy them."
The two men let the fact weight down and Simon said tentatively. "We?"
"I have some friends live near the two planets."
Simon's voice was shaking. She didn't know if it was because he was afraid or due to the air conditioning. "There must be a new weapon. Nothing that I know of can create such effect."
"It isn't a weapon. I would say it is a tool to wipe the weak; the transformed and the Institute promote survival of the fittest. They despise Mundanes. You know, trillions of people were there and they blew their conquests into ashes and dusts." The man said sarcastically in a cold tone.
"Angels." Simon sighed. "How could they make and get hold of such powerful thing?"
"The Institute makes them. They have labs develop those things, better systems than ours. I am warning you now: the Institute is trying to build one here. From my friends' experience they would steal or buy the parts from various shops. And you, my dear nerd, have to look out for those unfamiliar faces and be careful. They can be ruthless to uncooperative owners."
A beat of her heart skipped and Simon replied firmly. "I understand. Thank you, Raphael."
"No problem. My robots need some updates; could you get the transportation ready tomorrow noon? I have told Collins about this." There was a chime when Raphael opened the door.
"Yes. Goodnight and see you soon." A soft thud of door shut followed. Isabelle stalked back to the room and curled herself on the bed. Things were getting out of hands.
Will slipped past the closing door when a group of officers walked out from the Commissioner's office. Jonathan Fairchild was sitting and rubbing his templates. He sighed when Will announced his presence.
"What do you want?" The blond man said as he closed some tabs on the panel, not sparing a glance at Will. The view of Vikram once again could be seen through the glass window.
He deliberately took the seat opposite. "I have a lead." Jonathan instantly popped his head up and eyes filled with surprise. "Really?" The corner of his mouth twisted in anticipation and Will smirked at his subtle excitement. "Yes, but you won't like it."
"Why would I not? Tell me what it is." He quickly locked the screen and Will's heart sunk down. It was a protocol but… He doesn't trust you, not after how you fail the case.
A dull pain hammering his skull and Will breathed deeply. "How much do you know about the burglary of the Lightwood Mansion?"
Jonathan tapped the table in an erratic rhythm. "I haven't read anything yet, but Helen told me no one was in the house when it happened. That's all." Will nodded and was considering what phases should be used so that Jonathan wouldn't flip when he told him the idea. A hiss broke his thought.
"Say it or out of my office," The blond man pointed a finger at the automatic door. For a moment his hairs flashed gray under the sunlight. "I have stuff to do."
Will decided to say it directly. He cleaned his throat. "I've talked with Ms. Lightwood last night and she gave us some directions. She thinks it is the Institute."
After his words Jonathan didn't say anything. Will was waiting for any kind of response but the Commissioner remained silent. The tapping stopped and he was glazing at Will. The fire in the emerald eyes burnt fiercer in the dark. Minutes passed and Will could clearly hear his uneven breathing matched with Jonathan's calm one.
"Are you sure this is not your idea?" At last Jonathan spoke and his fingertips rubbing. Will replied, trying to calm his mood. "I have some doubts, yes, but it isn't only me thinking that way – Ms. Lightwood shares the same piece of mind. Her deduction makes sense."
"Like?"
Will was slightly taken aback by the aggressive tone. "The Institute needs money to keep their operation going. Since their transformation their funding have plummeted. I've talked with Jordan from the Gang Division, he said since then the number of kidnapping and burglary has increased fivefold. It is not a coincidence."
"So this Jordan believes the Institute is behind it all?" Jonathan asked and Will confidently remarked. "Yes. This Agent Kyle is the one the Clave has publicly praised for his splendid performance."
"Will," He started and the blue-eyed man already foresaw he was going to persuade him to give up this lead. But he would bet on his faith for the Commissioner. "I know Jordan Kyle and his background, I would say the three of you are pining after the Institute. I need solid evidence, not empty words from biased people."
"Agent Kyle is clean. There is nothing to be picked on."
"You don't know him. Personally he and the Institute have crossed path and I cannot ignore the possibility of him seeking revenge through you." Jonathan said and dismissively waved him off. "Go and find me something useful."
The blond man coldly unlocked his screen and opened reports from officers working on other cases. Will sat there in utter disbelief; Jonathan just banned the most obvious answer to the case. He wasn't a man like that. Angrily he pushed the chair backwards and he spat. "You are the one who is pining; whenever I bring up the Institute you think I do it on purpose. But you will see – there will be more solid evidence."
Just when Will swirled his heels Jonathan said lowly. "I do it for your own good."
His step stopped dead. There was something travelled from his limps to his chest and he felt like he was going to explode. Will argued. "So even if the Institute indeed does all of this, you are getting me off this case?" He looked at his own shadow.
"If it comes to that." Jonathan said.
He snorted and shook his head in defeat. "You have become the slave, Jon."
"To keep you alive it is necessary. The Lightwoods have already aired their concerns of your nosiness and you should be glad that they don't complain having you to investigate the breaking and entering of their house. Next time it won't just be the Branding. The law is hard but it is the law."
Fingers clutched into fists and Will strode out the suffocating office which stunk of discipline and hierarchy.
Magnus picked the loose strings of the hem of the gray embossed sweater, lolling on the garden swing. Robots didn't feel cold, but he felt it nonetheless.
He laid down and stared into nothing. Checking the internal clock, he still had half an hour to spend. Looked at the curtained living room window, Magnus imagined the scene inside.
When Alec and Magnus were alone, especially in the bedroom, the blue-eyed man was all touchy-feely. He would cling on the robot and ask him to lie down with him, claiming Magnus provided better warmth than the heater in the cold winter. More than once Alec's body brushed against his sensitive areas and Magnus, ashamedly had reactions.
Shame, and also bitterness. He didn't know if the sensitive areas were located there because of his human template. Every time he thought of that he felt the heaviness of free will. In this four months with Alec, Magnus had begged the invisible presence for an answer of why he couldn't be a simple robot.
Magnus was grateful to his maker that he was given feelings. Now, he wasn't so sure if it was a gift or a curse.
"Hey, want a drink?"
He opened his eyes. Jem was standing in front of him, holding out a hot can of chocolate. He shook his head politely and declined. "No, we don't drink but thanks."
"Oh," Jem said and looked rather embarrassed. "I thought robots like you could. Sorry about that." Magnus flashed him a reassuring smile and moved his ass to the right. Jem took the seat next to him and mumbled a thank you.
Being a little shorter, Jem's feet were dangling. Magnus slightly swung the set and the sounds of sipping filled the silence between them. It had been almost two months since their first meeting and the time the human stayed with Alec had been increasing bit by bit. It made him gagged.
Magnus didn't know if he should be angry with Alec for the fact that he had not once raised doubts towards his behaviors and attitudes. Maybe the human had an extraordinary acting so convincing which Alec was fooled perfectly. The chance was small because Magnus was well-aware of the difference between them. But it at least provided some comforts.
Jem quietly sipping the chocolate and blowing hot air to his palms, trying to warm them up in the freezing wind. Magnus suggested. "You should get back in the car and turn up the heat. I know you are an Aristo but you can still suffer from frostbite."
"I want to keep you company." Jem said and leaned forward, staring at Magnus's lips. "I don't see the water vapors coming from your breaths."
Magnus cocked his head and explained, after all Jem wasn't an expert on robotics. "We don't breathe." This confused the psychiatrist. White smoke steamed from his can of chocolate and his mouth. "Yet you gasped when I told you about my friend Magnus Bane and I saw you taking deep breaths when you were nervous."
Suddenly Magnus felt a pang inside his chest. Of course being nice to you doesn't mean you are friends now. He looked down at his higgledy-piggledy laced boots.
"It is programmed – to make me more natural." Just like then he thought his throat was dry, it was all affected by his emotions. His core operator reacted to his feelings and his physical responses were controlled by it. Magnus felt the need to swallow, even it did nothing to help.
He didn't realize this until Jem pointed it out. Everything about him was programmed and set by his maker. Stiffened, he was suddenly conscious of his body.
What if this was what the human Magnus would do when he thought about disturbing thoughts like this? He was just a robot reacted to things according to certain systems. Basically he was doing the expression of Magnus Bane. There was only one Magus in the world. He didn't count. The idea terrified him.
"Are you okay?" His shoulder was shaken and he looked to his left, meeting Jem's worried glance. He smiled briefly. "Yeah… just bored."
"I am such a bad companion." Jem joked and jerked significantly, trying to make the furniture swing. Magnus subtly helped him by kicking his feet on the ground.
According to Ragnor and Aline, Alec didn't really make them. He brought the two robots from the black market and reformed them by a blueprint which was done by Magnus's maker. Therefore to be precise Magnus was the first robot which was claimed to have a human soul.
Did he really had a soul, or did his core operator fake the idea of it?
His head hurt just by thinking that. He sighed heavily and leaned back, bringing his legs up and his weight swayed the swing. Jem lowered his finished can and said, while looking at the direction of the front porch. "Magnus is in there for 30 minutes, right?"
"Um." He muffled out a noise through his nose.
Jem's bare hands were rotating the metal can. "Magnus had told me what they did; Alec is improving very quickly."
"That's – great."
"You don't like it."
Magnus jumped out from the set and his boots landed heavily on the grass. Jem watched him with wide gray eyes.
"Are you accusing me that I don't want Alec to be better?" Jem's words were a sword penetrated right through his heart. At the moment the only two things he could feel were rage and disappointment to himself. However, he wasn't sure where did it come from.
"No!" The man with gray hairs immediately declared and too, stood up from the swing. The can was compressed by his clutch. His chest rose and fell dramatically under the trench coat. "I am saying you don't like the idea of Alec and Magnus together, do you? You must think I can't see it, but I damn well can." It was the first time Magnus heard him using a strong word. Jem dropped the can on the ground and moved towards Magnus, capturing his elbows with tight grasps.
"Magnus," He said as he looked into his amber eyes. "I understand you. People say robots with souls are evil, yet you, Ragnor and Aline prove them wrong. Your emotions are real and please believe me on that."
"So what? It doesn't mean anything." Magnus countered.
"It means everything from my point of view." Jem loosened his grips a little but still hanging on. "You do want Alec to heal, but you are jealous."
Magnus gulped, despite he had nothing to swallow. "I am not." He turned his head away to avoid the glares.
"Don't be ridiculous. I can see it in your eyes that you love Alec, not the same way as Ragnor and Aline. Please don't lie to me." Jem said.
There were seconds of emptiness before Magnus spoke with quivering lips. It was wrong of him to think of Alec that way; he was his master, all he held towards him should only contain respect and obedience. "What can I do?" He mumbled the question he had asked millions time during his time in the household. "Alec is doing great, we all know that. I have to withstand it for his sake. I must."
"Just remember that my friend isn't replacing you."
"How is he not doing that? Anything is better than me." Magnus drew himself out from Jem's grips. "Alec thinks he is me. Why couldn't Alec tell us apart?" As the other man trying to speak, he interjected. "Don't tell me all those nonsense that we are not so different because we are. I am not Magnus Bane and he isn't me."
Practically his blood was boiling and he tasted rusty iron in his mouth, if he could. Jem looked at him sadly and admitted. "True that you two are not the same and the point is Alec doesn't know any of this. Those features are only amplified because deep down we know you and him are two individuals. Alec doesn't but he loves you, not my friend."
The only thing he heard, was that Alec loves you. "Why would you say that?"
"That?" Jem frowned at his sudden change of topic and caught his elbow, lighter this time.
"You said Alec loved me. Why would you think that?" Asked Magnus. At that Jem sighed hopelessly. "By the Angel."
Magnus said in a hurry. "Tell me."
"Only Angels know how you two can be so blind." The shorter man smiled fondly. "I know what lovers do when they are near each other and when they are not. It is from experience."
"Detective Herondale…" Magnus had suspected it by the tattoos on their hands, not many people would have their bodies inked the same pattern with another person from same gender. Popular in women but not men.
"Yes. We've been together for I don't know how long, probably since my birth." His smile widened at the mention of his love. "Trust me, when I saw how you two acted around each other, my instant thought was how much it resembled us – Will and me. There was a time when we were both scared to open up, to admit our feelings to each other that we became too cautious and careful. That is what you two are doing."
Jem let go and bent to pick up the can that he dropped minutes ago. "The love between you and Alec is evident. No man is wise in his own affairs." Magnus stood there completely stunned. He muttered. "Are you saying this to make me feel better? Because I don't."
"Why not? And for the record, what I said is true." Jem said.
He should be happy, but he couldn't get rid of the churning chill inside his stomach as if the snows had immersed under his skins and invaded his organs. His body responded and Magnus shuddered. He wrapped his arms around himself like he was actually freezing. Jem nearly took off his coat for Magnus.
"He doesn't love me; reliance isn't love." Swallowing was hard, then Magnus realized it was because he didn't have a throat in the first place. All he was doing was pushing air into his tube by the human-made tongue. "We can't." Magnus said as he stared right into Jem's uncertain pupils.
Jem who had stepped back, moved in closer and studied his face. He must be looking like an idiot with a gape mouth and hollow eyes. "Sure you can, Alec can." He was whispering as if getting any louder would startle Magnus. Said robot glanced at Jem's soft face.
"You don't get this, do you?" Magnus asked, however, it came out flat and sounded more like a rhetorical question. Before Jem could speak, Magnus shook his head and squeezed a cynical laughter.
"Then tell me." Jem asserted.
As quickly as it came, the laughter faded into the roars of blast. Magnus backed away from Jem and he stumbled, thighs crashed into the flowers along the stone path.
There were movements in the room. Someone was standing next to his lying body, breathing heavily. His eyeballs moved around under the lids and as if it was his nature, he opened them.
But instantly he shut them. It was too bright; he groaned in discomfort and a female voice came through his eardrums. "I have turned down the light, please open your eyes."
It was tender and motherly. Slowly he tried again and this time the blinding light was gone. Turned his head slightly around, the room was bare and white, a row of computer was on his right, screens hanging in the air. A woman dressed in brown was smiling at him. "Morning."
"Where am I?" He sat up swiftly, feeling energetic and fresh. He rotated his joints and found them functioned well. "Testing room. How do you feel?" The woman asked.
"Fine." He said and wanted to get out from the examination table, however, the woman put a hand on his chest. She looked disturbed. "Not yet. Do you remember your name?"
"Name…?" Mumbling, he fixed his glance at the ground. He searched it within his brain but nothing came up. "I don't think I have one." Finally he said after a few attempts to dig it out form his database. "What is yours?"
"You don't need to know." She then bent down to grab a tablet. "I have to leave for a minute taking care of other things so I will send you something to read. Entertain yourself when I am away, is that alright?" Fingers danced on the tablet and a second later, some files were automatically in his head. It amazed him.
"Woah."
"What is it?" The woman inquired carefully.
He said while opening those files. "Just – it is amazing, isn't it? You can directly give me the file inside my head!"
She looked at him with surprise and she deposited the device at the end of the table, running towards the line of computer listing data. He yelled after her. "My system is working! I just think it is brilliant." Her movements stopped and her features softened.
"That's great," She said and strode to snatch her tablet. "I will be back in ten minutes." Then she exited the door at the far left corner and he tried to keep himself occupied by reading those boring texts.
He knew he was a robot even no one had told him so. The system installed spoke the word ROBOT pretty clearly and he had no doubt about that. But he didn't know he was different until he scanned through a report.
It was written that a robot was built based on a template – an Aristo volunteer Magnus Bane. At first he didn't put much attention on it, simply scanning the pages but soon he found something strange and wrong.
He felt light-headed as he finished and he stumbled off the table, trying to reach for the door. Yet before he could touch the knob, the same woman came in. In his slightly blurry vision, he saw the grays in a smudge of brown and how they tingled his skin.
"Um…" He whimpered as he slid down against the wall, wishing the dizziness would go away. The woman quickly kneeled and cupped his face. "What's wrong?"
"I can't see straight and – " He bent and heaved with nothing came out. Robot shouldn't have reactions like this, they wouldn't feel sick because of facts, statements or ideas. Is he a faulty goods?
Just by thinking a pain shot through his brain. He yelped and buried his head between his knees. "Please, make it leave! Oh, it hurts so bad…" He spluttered.
A hand then reached behind his ear, and everything drifted away.
Alec was lying on his side with his arms around Magnus's waist. The robot was humming a lullaby, coaxing him to sleep. But Alec didn't want to; he simply didn't feel sleepy. He grunted. "This isn't working."
"Huh? How about more reading?" Magnus suggested and snatched the book from the nightstand, pushing it into Alec's face. Said man groaned and rolled off, letting go of the lean waist. An arm of his was trapped between Magnus and the headboard.
"I've read too much lately." Alec said and extracted his arm, placed it under his template and using it as a pillow instead of the real one. He wiggled a bit closer to Magnus, whose temperature was lower than usual. "Why don't you lie down with me?"
Magnus raised a doubtful eyebrow. "I suspect it will help at all."
"I don't want to nap," Alec bit his bottom lip when he intentionally brushed his toes against Magnus thigh and brought his left leg up and up until it reached Magnus's inner thigh near his private area.
Magnus sucked in a breath and tossed the book back on the nightstand. He pulled his knees up to avoid his implied gesture. The amber cat-like eyes swam around the frames. Alec then gave up and rolled to lie on his back, stared at the ceiling light bulb. He tilted his head to the other side, not wanting to see Magnus. "Get out from my bedroom."
"Alec," Magnus said dumbfounded and Alec heard rustles of bed sheet and blanket. A hand lightly gripped his exposed shoulder. He shrugged it off and pulled the blanket back up with only his head was outside.
"I am sorry."
Alec pouted. He was too annoyed to respond: why can't Magnus understand how I feel? He had thought Magnus liked him in a romantic way. Alec couldn't tell if he felt the same, yet at least he yearned for his company and it was something entirely different that he asked from Ragnor and Aline. He cared about them of course, more than he would want to at the beginning.
And Magnus had entered his heart that no one else could. He was his family, yet Alec wanted more. Whenever he saw the exotic man a ripple of adoration spread from his chest. There was an ardor of eagerness to pull him close and feel the everlasting warmth.
Discouraged and frustrated, Alec stubbornly ignored Magnus and his tender whispers, wishing to be left alone. He needed time to think. Just earlier he had told Jem about how he felt towards Magnus and the psychiatrist only said to follow his heart. What was there to follow if nothing was settled? He had no idea how to make Magnus realize that.
Magnus sighed at his unwillingness to talk and laid down, attaching his whole front to Alec's entire back with the blanket in the middle. A strong arm reached to his belly and tugged him backwards, making him sink into the curve of the lean body behind.
"Come on, Alec. I am sooooo sorry." A voice spoke near his ear and Alec shivered, curled his jelly body further into a ball. Normally Magnus wouldn't say things like that, slurring the vowels. It was cute, but at that moment Alec simply found them infuriating.
"Get out." Grumbled Alec.
"I said I would be right here with you, didn't I? It would be irresponsible for me to leave you alone."
Alec stuffed his face into the pillow. His voice muffled. "Why are you always disobeying me."
Magnus stiffened and he rested his chin on Alec's hunched shoulder. "I don't know." A hand combed the long black hairs and nails scratched his scalp. "Does it answer your question?"
"Of course not," I don't know is never an answer to anything! Alec screamed inside and sat up rapidly, throwing Magnus on the other side of the bed. The blanket flied off. He grabbed a pillow and hit Magnus with it. "Get out!"
The taller man groaned and held up his hands, blocking most of the attack. With the gradually gaining strength in the past few months, Alec was able to keep it going for a solid time. "Alec, calm down!"
"How many times – " He flung the soft stuffy pillow from the left and it hit Magnus, who whimpered and caught the chance to get a hold. " – do I have to tell you to get out!" They were tugging the poor pillow and both were reluctant to let go.
"Get your hands off my pillow!" Alec shouted and towed it towards him, hoping Magnus would leave him in peace. However, when Magnus loosened his grip Alec instantly fell down by his own force. He cried out and quickly got back up, hit Magnus one more time on his side.
He hated Magnus for being so difficult, and himself for having feelings to a stupid idiotic robot. "I hate you!" Magnus was looking at him with awe and shock. Alec pushed his chest with bare hands and was nearly about to get the robot off his bed.
"Please don't say that."
Magnus then brought Alec into his arms and clutched tightly on his sweater, fingers almost dug into his back. Alec thrashed and struggled but a hand pulled his head into Magnus's shoulder, his words blurry and crazy. With the small space he slammed his fist on the lean chest, trying to detach from the deadly embrace.
Alec didn't get him sometimes; he could be serious, careful and warm, he could also be cold and flirtatious. Why was Magnus so confusing?Why was it so hard to understand a robot? Alec could have love anyone else, but the heart set his eyes on Magnus.
"Please don't hate me," Magnus mumbled into his ear. "What can I do, Alec? What can I do to make you not to?"
Alec stopped his struggles and let Magnus hug him. The heartbeats against his were fast and strong. He pulled slightly away to look into the amber irises. "Tell me you love me."
But he was met by silence and wavering eyes.
Alec closed his and ordered. "I order as your master – tell me you love me." It was nothing but pathetic. Alec activated Magnus and naturally he was the robot's master. Robots were programmed to obey everything from their masters. If he had to order the robot in order to get it, he would.
"I – I love you." Magnus stuttered monotonously and his glance landed on the bed other than Alec.
Alec grabbed Magnus's hands and placed them on his waist, then he wrapped his arms around the brown neck. The taller man was blushing, something that rarely happened. Being so close, Alec sniffed in the sandalwood – their favorite scent. A hand sneaked and filled the palm with a fistful of hairs. Magnus's head was pulled up.
"Say it like you mean it."
Magnus shut his lids tightly in agony. Quickly Alec let go of the hairs but the pained expression still lingered on the face with Asia heritage. He urged and regretted right away because he could hear the despair in his own voice. "Say it!"
"I love you, Alec." He said and Alec immediately launched forward, crushing their lips together.
Magnus strangled out a noise but Alec kept on pressing them, preventing him from saying anything. The hands on his waist were nipping his sides, leaving bruises. Alec enclosed his arms around the neck and made the kiss deeper with his childlike technique, breathing through his nose. Magnus wouldn't open his mouth and Alec abused his lips. Alec teasingly ran his tongue on the other man's bottom lip and lured him to let him in.
About a minute later, Magnus turned his head away. "Alec, please. I can't." His lips were glossed by his saliva and they shone in the curtained room.
Alec was gasping. The kiss was good even though it was forced. He didn't care. He would have Magnus despite of the unhealthy relationship. Anyway, to being with it wasn't healthy at all falling in love with a robot.
"You can," He cooed and cupped Magnus's face, feeling the stubble on his tips. Weird, but Alec focused back on the issue. "I want you to kiss me, Magnus."
"Alec…" He lowered his head and shook it violently. The brown fingers went to Alec's forearms and tried to hold him back. The blue-eyed man adjusted his position and was now straddling Magnus's laps. Said man sucked in a breath. "Please don't make me do this."
"As your master,"
"Please! Alec!"
"Kiss me." He finished.
None of them was moving, and finally Magnus tilted his head up and slightly touched his lips. Alec moaned, regardless of the ridiculousness of the situation. He could feel the trembling against his mouth.
Yes they can.
A/N:
There is a time jump because the story will get incredibly long if I write Alec & Magnus's every encounter.
And to avoid confusion, the Magnus in the last scene is the human Magnus. The robot is outside talking to Jem at that time. So basically the first two scenes are right after the Mansion thingy and then two months later for the rest. However, in between there is a memory which isn't hard to guess whose:)
Tell me how you feel about this chapter? Anything?
A review is highly appreciated and wish you all a good day!:D