Ok, firstly, I was very disappointed the the amount of WillxMagnus awesomeness so I decided I'd make some of my own, get the ball rolling!
After writing this, I got alittle attached to these guys and the situation and may, depending on feedback, develop it into a longer story. However at the moment it is something of a one-shot. So let's see what happens :)!
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS AND DO NOT CLAIM TO OWN ANY OTHER CREATIONS OF CLASSANDRA CLARE'S GENIUS.
Also, if you didn't read the description there is explicit boy-love, yaoi, homosexuality, and whatever else you want to call it. Of course, if that offends you, don't read. Common sense :)!
Blue flames flared up and suddenly vanished into the darkness. Will Herondale stared blankly at the smoldering mark where the demon had once been. The wrong demon – again. Perhaps, he thought, disappearing forever, shrinking into the woodwork, would be easier than this. He grew weary of this process; overwhelming hope, disappointment, rage, and overall mental and emotional anguish - lather, rinse, repeat. He guessed this was to be expected of course, as big and blue were basically as vague a description as one could get. This had to be the fifteenth demon they had summoned this past week, all of which were big and blue and not the one he was searching for. Will gritted his teeth and slammed his fist into the floor, sending sharp pain up his arm and a cracking sound across the room, landing on one exhausted warlock's ears.
"Mr. Herondale!" Magnus Bane trudged through his weariness and dropped at the young nephilim's side, "I know this is frustrating but-"
"Frustrating? Frustrating!" Will snarled, "This is more than frustrating it is the utmost existence of torture!" He curled his body around his injured hand, resting his sweat-soaked forehead on the cold wood floor. It was easier to focus on the pain and the cold rather than the thoughts racing through his mind. It was easier to just... black out.
Magnus frowned and lay a hand on the boy's dark locks, gently, as not to startle him- much like an injured dog. That was exactly how he looked, body curled in upon itself, quivering and ready to bite. He looked wild and dangerous and yet the sight only softened the warlock's heart further. Grabbing him under the arm, Magnus hoisted Will up onto clumsy feet and lead him to overly plush velvet couch. Camille always did overdo things, Magnus thought fleetingly. Soon his attention was focused as he felt a warm liquid drip onto his bare foot. Blood. Will's hand, hanging loosely off the couch as he lay in a tired daze, oozed the red substance from nearly all of his knuckles and had already begun to swell.
"Tsk. It is a wonder you've yet to get yourself killed." He whispered to the nearly-unconscious boy beneath him. "Archer!" In no time, Camille's servant entered the room, the permanent scowl etched into his face unwavering. "I need cloth and water. Quickly!"
Archer bowed out of the room quietly and returned within minutes with a small cup of ice cold water and a scrap of what seemed to be an ugly old bedsheet, printed with a flower pattern fit for a queen, tacky and out of date. Magnus waved Archer out and laughed inwardly at his own joke and ripped a small piece of the fabric with his teeth, then dipping it into the cup and wiping away the fresh blood from Will's hand. Gently, he pressed the cool cloth harder against the boy's skin and wiped away as much dry blood as he could. When the wound seemed clean enough he wrapped it tightly with the remaining dry fabric. Satisfied with his work, he wrung out the wet cloth, ridding it of most of the blood and used it to dab away the cold sweat of on Will's forehead. He was asleep now, and Magnus could only hope that his dreams were far nicer than his reality. He sighed, setting the cloth back into the cup and sat back against the couch, leaning his head back to rest of the legs of his sleepy guest. With a side long look, he studied Will, who seemed to be suffering from a rather terrible fit at the time, and sighed.
"So much for sweet dreams"
Will awakened in his room at the Institute. He frowned as unwanted sun beamed into his face through a crack between the curtains. Grabbing up his covers, he pulled them over his head and rolled away from the brightness. As he rolled, something tickled his nose. He looked down and saw an ugly, bloodstained fabric wrapped around his hand. Now that he thought about it, his hand did seem to have a dull pain seeping into it. Will pulled himself up against his body will, along with pulling up the memories of the night before. The beady eyes of that demon, blood dripping from his clenched fist, and very vaguely, he remembered a shadowy figure leaning over him, wiping the sweat from his brow. Magnus? But why would a downworlder be concerned with him, a shadowhunter? Then again, he thought, Tessa is- No! She didn't love him. She couldn't. He had been nasty and foul to her as often as he could force himself to be, no one could love him the way he had treated her. A pang of regret and sorrow echoed inside of him. The echo seemed to go on forever, as if he were hollow. His thoughts were then interrupted by the squeak of his door opening. Will, not bothering to look up at the intruder, scowled and threw himself back under his sheets. Let it be a demon, he thought, let it eat me now, just get it over with.
"William?" the gentle voice of his parabatai barely managed to fill the silent room
"Go away, James. I am not in the best of moods."
Jem laughed softly, "When are you ever in the best of moods?"
Will's silence was answered by cool air hitting his body as Jem pulled away the covers.
"Hey!" Will grasped for the blankets but was too late. Jem pounced on him, pushing him against the sheets.
"It is time to get up." Jem smiled.
"How can I do that when you're on top of me?"
"Well, I thought we'd have a talk beforehand."
"About?"
"How exactly did you get in here last night?"
"What?"
"Well, I was up pretty late last night and even still I didn't hear you come in."
Will narrowed his eyes at the boy leaning over him, his face looked particularly taunt this morning, the circles under his eyes nearly the same gray-silver as his hair.
"You had another fit?"
Jem looked away with a trace of shame in his face. Will grabbed the boy's chin, tugging it down nearly nose to nose with his own.
"James."
"Yes?"
"How bad was it?"
Jem didnt answer but he didn't have to.
"I should have been here." Will growled at himself, pushing himself up against his friend, sending them into a seated position, with Jem almost sitting in his lap.
"Will" Jem said in such a concerned voice, "I-" A small knock came from the door and both boys turned to see quite the embarrassed looking Sophie staring at them in shock.
"Sophie, what-" Will began.
"I'm sorry! Charolette sent me up to see if you was, I mean to say if you were home yet and I did knock but the door was already open a crack and it just sort of opened on its own and-"
"Sophie, breathe." Jem said and Sophie paused to inhale a gulp of air.
"I are- am sorry for interrupting um... whatever it was you were doing." She flushed and bowed her head, hurrying out of the room.
"Really," Jem shook his head as he turned back to Will, "It is a wonder that girl's head does not fall off her shoulders sometimes."
"Well, I am surprised it didn't." Will smirked, "Given our current position, she probably received quite a shock."
Jem looked at his parabatai curiously, but then-readdressing their position- realised the problem. He flushed wildly though he wasn't sure why. He and Will didn't have those feelings for each other but he supposed it would be hard to deny if anyone were to catch them in such close contact. Jem jumped off of his friend and sat on the end of the bed.
"Sorry, I didn't realise it." he laughed awkwardly, but Will gave him a hard stare, causing him to stop dead. "What is the matter, Will?"
"I should have been here last night."
"Will, you can't blame yourself for such-"
"I should have been here. Its my job to help you through this. To be here when you have your... episodes. But I wasn't. I'm sorry."
"Will..."
But Will ran out of the room, luckily still dressed in his clothes from the day before. Unluckily however, he turned the corner, running directly into Tessa. Her big gray eyes stared up at him in surprised. He knew she could read the look on his face. He hated letting her see him like this, so... he kissed her. He didn't know why but he felt had to or he would explode. Her lips were pure bliss that pushed everything else to the back of his mind.
"Tessa-" Will started in a soft voice. But pulling away, everything came back. He remembered everything and knew that he couldn't have her. She could never love him, even if she had wanted to. He wouldn't allow it. Besides, she and Jem would soon be married, then she would be off-limits anyways. Maybe he could stop loving her... his voice hardened. "Tessa." He shook his head and stomped off, leaving Tessa, dazed and confused.
Magnus sat by the fire, sipping a cool glass of wine.
"-and then the poor dear just fainted! Right there in the middle of the room! How embarrassing!" Woolsey Scott cackled, laying on the velvet couch, feet in the air and wine in hand.
Magnus feigned a soft smile and looked back towards the fire. Woolsey – sensing a distance – stretched and sat upright. "What is the matter, Magnus?"
"Nothing much."
"Is it Camille?"
"She said she would be home tonight."
"Oh? Then why did you invite me? Unless you doubt her arrival?"
"Well..."
The door creaked open and for a split second, Magnus looked up with the most hope he had allowed himself in weeks.
"Mr. Bane." It was only Archer. Magnus' face fell, he knew what came next.
"Yes?" He asked to the fire.
"My mistress sends her deepest regards. However, she-"
"'has come across an unexpected situation that requires her immediate attention.' I suppose she's delayed her return another two weeks?"
Archer sneered, "Three actually."
Magnus sighed and plopped down onto the couch next to Woolsey, "Wonderful. Thanks for the information, Archer. You are dismissed."
Archer left with a reproachful scowl, leaving a more than awkward silence hanging in the room.
"Magnus, I-"
"It's fine, Woolsey. I expected it."
Woolsey frowned but didn't press the matter. Instead he refilled both of their glasses and went on rambling about some woman whose bosom nearly popped out of her dress. Magnus had nearly fallen asleep when the door opened yet again.
"What is it Archer?" he sighed, impatiently. The only reply was a loud, unfamilar laugh. Magnus and Woolsey jumped up, ready to pounce.
"Mr. Herondale?" Magnus gaped
"Maaaaagnus!" Will stumbled over an armchair and drew Magnus into a somewhat painful embrace. He reeked strongly of alcohol.
"Mr. Herondale, what on earth-?" Woolsey began but couldn't seem to figure out what he should ask.
Magnus understood the feeling, there were so many questions, He decided to go with the closest one in his mind.
"Are you- are you drunk?"
Will laughed loudly again. Despite being coated with the drink, the laugh was a wonderful tune to Magnus' ears. He so rarely heard anything close to merriment from this boy, it was refreshing, and almost relieving.
"Of course I am! Such a silly man you are, Magnus Bane. It is a wonder we didn't befriend each other sooner!" Will held his sides and collapsed next to – rather on top of – Woolsey. "Say, I don't remember this couch being so comfortable!" He lay down, his head on the werewolf's lap.
Woolsey laughed as well, patting the boy's head in amusement, "My, he's much friendlier this way. You don't suppose we could keep him drunk forever? He'd be such a pleasure to have around."
"And what exactly do you think the Clave would think of us then, Mr. Scott?" Magnus warned, although a bit amused himself. "They would have us hunted and our heads on their walls for sure." He watched as Will snuggled himself against Woolsey, but was suddenly hit with a thought that nearly knocked the wind out of him. He looks... cute.
Magnus shook the thought out of his head. Getting involved with an angst-ridden teenage shadowhunter was a bit more than he could chew at the moment.
"Um," Woolsey waved a hand between Magnus and Will, he hadn't realised he had been staring the whole time. "Sorry to interrupt but perhaps something should be done about our little friend?"
"Ah, yes." Magnus gathered himself and hurried over, grabbing Will's arm and pulling him off of the couch gently. He wrapped the arm around his own shoulders, half-walking half-dragging the boy's nearly limp body across the room. "I'll be back in just a minute."
Woolsey laughed and winked, "Take you're time, my boy, take you're time."
Will giggled, actually giggled, as they stumbled into Magnus' bedroom.
"What is so amusing?" Magnus asked as he sat the black haired boy on the bed.
"You're eyes!" Will laughed again, "They're so... so... bright! Like a kitten! Here, kitty, kitty!"
Magnus smiled and lay the boy down, tucking his arms and legs underneath the blanket, as tightly as possible so that he wouldn't roll out of bed in his drunk stupor and hurt himself.
"Mother, not so tight. I can't wiggle my toes!" Will's voice sounded sad and far away, it tugged on Magnus' heartstrings so hard they could have snapped. He pulled the covers up to the young shadowhunter's neck and, for some reason, kissed his forehead without a second thought. As he pulled away, he saw Will's face take on a whole new expression; confusion and regret.
"Jem.." He whispered.
Magnus sat back on the edge of the bed, rubbing Will's arm in an awkward attempt to comfort whatever terrible fantasies that were running through his mind.
Will whipped his head to the side and whispered, more desperately, "Tessa."
Magnus swallowed hard, "Mr. Herondale, are you-?"
He was cut off pulled down into a hard, drunken kiss. A tongue slipped across his lower lip, instinctively, Magnus allowed it to enter his mouth. A hand pressed his lower back, pulling him in close as the tongue explored further and further. Soon Magnus felt himself spin and land on his back. Opening his eyes, he was shocked with quite a wonderful sight. Will, eyes glazed over in lust, pinned him to the bed.
"M-mr. Herondale, what are you doing?"
"Tsk" Will sighed playfully, "Magnus, don't you think we've made it to a first name basis by now?"
"Well, I-"
"Last names are quite impersonal", he continued, burying his face in the warlock's neck, "I believe we are a bit closer than that." Will slowly began tracing the soft curve of Magnus' neck with delicate kisses.
"Well, Mr. Heronda-" Magnus received a sharp bite in the most sensitive area between the neck and shoulder, "WILL!" his voice cried out of its own accord.
Said boy smirked against his skin, "That's better." he began to lick the sore spot, soon turning into light nipping. Magnus was sure there would be a mark there tomorrow, but at the moment he could care less. After all, a highly attractive young man was licking his neck, there was hardly time to think about anything else. Slowly, Will worked his way down to the loose collar of Magnus' shirt and came back up for another sloppy kiss. His hands fumbled as he unbuttoned the shirt and finally after a few moments of frustration he broke away from the kiss, panting slightly.
"Damn this shirt, it's too hard!" he growled and torn the shirt, popping off all of the buttons and tossed it aside.
Magnus laughed slightly, "That cost money, you know."
Will smiled wildly at the man beneath him and bent down to capture his lips once more. Unfortunately, they had to pause once again so that Will could have a similar fit with Magnus' pants. That would be hard to explain to the tailor...
"Magnus..." Will panted, having removed his own shirt and trousers.
"mm?" he moaned in response as Will raked his nails down his exposed stomach.
"I've never... I mean with a man."
"Oh?" Magnus smirked, grabbing Will's sides. "Well, how do we want to go about this then?"
Will smirked back, "I'll be the man if you don't mind."
Magnus' smile grew and he pulled Will down further, closing any and all space between their bodies. Will pushed him into the pillow with the force of his kiss and they began moving their hands to new places, exploring each other. Magnus' hand eventually found it's way to Will's hard member and gave a soft rub.
Will moaned, already beginning to thrust into Magnus' hand. He was breathing heavily and the smell of alcohol rolled off of him in waves.
Magnus laughed, "Now, now slow down abit."
Will grabbed Magnus' hands and pinned them above his head in a swift movement. Magnus gasped, damn nephilim!
"I don't want to slow down, Magnus." Will bit his lip and let his eyes roam to Magnus' own little problem. He grabbed it roughly and gave it hard strokes, causing the man beneath him to arch off the bed.
"W-Will!"
The boy above him smiled and stroked Magnus' hair. Magnus grabbed his hand and brought it to his mouth, carefully he began to lick two fingers, all the while staring up at Will with lust in his eyes.
Will stared, mystified, "Magnus, what am I to do with-?"
Without a word, Magnus placed the fingers at his entrance, and Will seemed to get the idea. Slowly, he pushed one finger inside of the warlock. Magnus quivered, pushing against the intrusion in excited anticipation. Wasting no time, Will continued on with another finger and began sliding the two of them in and out of Magnus, slowly at first and progressively harder and faster.
Magnus bit his lip, breathing heavily, "Will, I'm ready. I'm ready, please!"
Will withdrew his fingers and positioned himself in front of Magnus' entrance. With an approving nod from his partner, the young nephilim pressed in slowly, encasing his entire length within Magnus' warmth. He felt a rush of sudden bliss.
"Oh, Will..." Magnus sighed. Will looked down at the boy beneath him, completely content. He looked too calm, Will wanted him hot and bothered, begging for more. He pulled out slowly, but pushed in fast. Soon he work up a fast-paced rhythm. Magnus' face flushed heavily and he began seeing white spots in his vision.
"Will! Will, harder, please." Magnus pleaded, "I'm close.."
Will moaned at the sight of Magnus, calling out his name. He pulled out quickly and flipped the boy onto his stomach, pulling him onto his hands and knees, and slammed harder into the warlock's tight hole.
Magnus leaned forward, burying his face into the pillow, "Will!" he had hit the one sweet spot inside of him and caused him to writhe in pleasure. He couldn't hold out any longer and with a loud moan, released himself onto the sheets below. Feeling Magnus' muscles spasm, he lost control of himself and came inside of his warm cavity. Exhausted, Will collapsed to the side, Magnus quickly following suit. They both stared at the ceiling for quite some time, catching their breath. By the time Magnus could speak, Will had fallen fast asleep. Dressing himself in as similar clothes as possible, he gathered the sheets, sliding them gently out from underneath the black-haired shadowhunter and placing them in the laundry bin behind the door. Then, after pulling Will's trousers back on and pulling the covers over him, Magnus left the room quietly and returned to where Woolsey had been waiting, only to find the werewolf asleep, pipe in hand. Magnus placed the pipe on the hearth of the fireplace and curled up with a light blanket in the armchair.
Magnus was ripped from his dreams by a loud slam of the front door. He jumped up and ran to the window, just in time to see a slightly disheveled Will Herondale glancing up at the window, a look of confusion planted on his face. The boy didn't seem to see him and turned, walking away towards the Institute. Magnus sighed, of course he had known Will had been drunk. But still, perhaps there had been a glimmer of hope that...
"It is a bit sad when the marks on your neck were not given to you by your vampire lover." Woolsey stood, smirking with arms crossed, wearing Magnus' good housecoat. "You really oughtn't waste time pining after that boy. A pretty package, but he is nephilim after all."
Magnus shook his head and returned to the window. But maybe, he thought, just maybe...
I hoped you liked it guys, it was my first fanfiction ever published and I feel reasonably proud of it! Rate + Review = I3YOU! :D
