A/N- In case you all didn't see, I wrote the zombie fic instead of the Alec is a rockstar fic. It currently as two chapters and I would love it if you guys would read it and review it.
Here's the next chappie. As you all know, I write as I go along, so I'm not sure if this will be fluffy or lemony…
Oh just so you know, this has a bit of crack in it.
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I held up the odd bondages to my eye level, wondering what they had been used for and why they were cheetah print. Or maybe it was leopard… Either way, it was weird to see in the dark corner of my boyfriend's closet, silently laughing at me. Fuzzy, animal print handcuffs, lying alone in a small box shoved underneath mounds of clothes. What they were doing there, I don't even know, nor do I want to know.

In a search for one of my sweatshirts, I pulled away the pounds of clothes on the floor, thinking maybe Magnus had meant to put it in with the laundry pile which was closer to the washing machine. Being the curious person that I am, when I stumbled upon the box I had to open it. I wouldn't call it snooping, not exactly, but I probably shouldn't have been rifling through Magnus' things. He had a rough past and I knew it could be something related to his parents or when he was younger. I just felt like I needed to know.

Imagine my surprise when I saw handcuffs just chilling in the bottom of box, looking weird. Luckily for me, there were no strange bodily fluids stuck in the fur and Magnus was still asleep, so I picked them up for no apparent reason and examined them. The metal on the inside was worn away, indicating they had been used more than once.

Ever since being stuck in Idris and having Sebastian violate me and generally ruin my life, I had a bit of a problem with handcuffs. They didn't make me cry or freak out but I definitely didn't like them. Handcuffs were weird, so S&M, sadistic, just weird. I didn't see the fun in being chained up to something then being hardcore fucked for an hour. That didn't appeal to me.

Did Magnus have a fetish that I didn't know about? It's not like I would stop loving him if he was into that kind of stuff but that's pretty odd, even for him. I know he liked to get his hair pulled and I was fine with that because I liked… never mind. Point is, handcuffs didn't work for me. Neither did chains, whips, or gags.

I wasn't really sure what to do with them once I discovered them. I couldn't just put the handcuffs away and not mention anything to Magnus because that would bother me all day long.

"Why do you have those?" was the frantic voice of Magnus from over my shoulder. The cuffs were whisked out of my hands as he grabbed them from me and I looked up at him. His eyes were wider than they were supposed to be.

"Why do you have those?" I countered.

He blinked slowly. "They… were Camille's?"

"Magnus," I warned.

Groaning, he threw the animal cuffs back into their box and dragged me to our bed where we both sat down. "When I had just broken out of Idris, I had a few flings with a few guys. One of them had a thing for bondage, that's all."

"That's… interesting," I said unsurely.

"You think I'm a whore now, don't you?" he asked.

"No it's just…" I paused for a moment, getting my words and thoughts together. "Remember when you first told me you loved me?"

A smile appeared on his tan face. "How could I forget?"

I smiled back at him and continued. "Well you also said that you'd had a lot of relationships and I can't help but wonder how many you've had."

"What are you trying to say?"

"I don't know," I muttered with a shrug.

"I've only had…" Magnus quickly counted on his long fingers, using both of his hands three times. "Thirty-two relationships in nineteen years."

"I'm sorry; it sounded like you said thirty-two."

"I did," he said. "Not including you."

I'm sure my mouth was hanging open and I was staring at him. Thirty-two partners is ridiculous for one person, I don't care who you are.

"That's crazy," I said. "I've had like, three, maybe."

"Well, I'm counting one night stands and flings as well as actual relationships," he explained. "See, I've had probably twenty something one night stands and less than ten real relationships. I only remember some of my flings, like Michael, and his sister Michelle, and uh Josh, and Benjamin, and Camille and I had a thing for like a day, then there were Jess and Ella, they were crazy bitches, and Ragnor, and-"

"Whoa," I interrupted him. "Pause, rewind, play. Did you just say Ragnor? As in our Ragnor?"

"Ooh, yeah I forgot to mention that didn't I?"

"Pssh."

"It was an accident, really, we were in Idris and I thought he was the guy I was with and he wasn't and we made out and other things happened…"

"Right," I said skeptically. "Wait… did you… did you two have sex?"

"Only once!" he exclaimed. "But then we decided to just be friends and I'm not into him like that."

"Ew! That means I have Ragnor on my lips and in my mouth and… on my dick!"

I continued to freak out about him and Ragnor until Magnus finally got me to calm down a bit and stop screaming. It was just weird, thinking about two best friends gettin it on and then being totally okay with it all afterwards. Once I'd taken a few minutes to breathe and calm the hell down, I realized Magnus looked a little upset, which I guess made sense. I'd kind of exploded.

"Why have you been with so many people?" I asked quietly.

"I don't really know," he murmured. "Guess I was looking for the right person. Without my parents around I didn't know what to do… needed some affection."

He must've read the expression on my face because his own changed drastically. He could read me like a book, my eyes being the things that gave me away every time. Magnus could tell when I was lying, when I was sad, angry, confused, lusty, anything at all he could figure out no matter how hard I tried to conceal my emotions.

"Alexander, I've only truly loved one person in my life and that is you. I told you once, and I'll tell you again, I've never said 'I love you' to anyone else, okay?" he said quietly. "You're my one and only."

I smiled enough to make Magnus breathe a sigh of relief and he reached around to give me a warm hug. It was a long embrace, one of the things I loved most about him. He was such a good hugger.

"Hey Magnus," I said quietly, still hugging him.

"Yeah?"

"…We're really fucked up."

He laughed into my shoulder and pulled back to look at me. "I know, but we make it work."

A/N- This is not my favorite chapter but I've been off lately, in writing I mean. Hm, I'm just stressed out. Once the holidays start, I'm gonna be on a roll. Don't worry bout that. Please review for me? Eight more reviews and I get to five hundred. So excited.
-Ella, who would love some five hundred reviews.