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Chapter 21

Alec's POV

I took a black shirt and black boxers from the dresser, but the rest of the clothes, although all black and in my sizes, weren't interesting. I took the rest of my shadowhunter gear and got dressed. I just hoped my family and friends would find a way to get us out of here. It definitely wasn't my plan to come here without knowing how to get out again. Until now, everything went how Asmodeus wanted it to and I just didn't know how to beat him, demons were my daily business, higher demons crossed our paths and we made it through but with luck... a prince of hell was a different story at all. Lost in my thoughts I went over to the door and... found it locked. I thought we were allowed to move around freely in this area... I tried it again, but nothing changed I was locked in. I took a look around but here was nothing you could do, I got no books in here like Magnus in his room. I sat down on my bed, I couldn't even play with a sword or throwing knives so I decided to stand up again and just make some exercises to train my muscles.

Nearly an hour later someone opened the door, a young man entered the room with a pile of black clothes in his arms. The silver collar that decorated his throat and his clothes told me that he's a slave, the silver chain went from the collar over to the wrist of a male keeper who came in after the slave and closed the door behind him. "Mister Lightwood, we hope you had a good night. We are hear to help you get ready for the games today. You can take a shower, eat something and then I will bring you over to the arena. My name is Tarak, Gabriel knows how to contact me." The keeper nodded into the slaves direction, let the chain snap back to his wrist and left the room. I looked at Gabriel, he just stood there like a statue. His clothes were nearly as off-showing as Magnus' but he wore dark green silk trousers instead of a loincloth and looked more like a oriental type of slave, not an egyptian type. He was a few inches smaller than me, had light skin, dark blonde hair and had one violet and one blue eye. His ears were those of a faerie but he looked more than a mundane. I pointed to the bed behind me and guessed he will get my intention without me saying it. I turned around and went over to the bathroom getting out of my sweaty gear, as I turned around to close the door, Gabriel couldn't stop fast enough and ran into me, our naked chests touching. "Ahh!.. By the Angel! What are you doing?!" "I laid the clothes on the bed, like you insisted and help you take a shower now." I looked at him dumbfounded. "Help me to take a shower? I'm not a child... I meant you should sit down on the bed, not put the clothes there..."

Gabriel let the back of his hand softly glide over my cheek, which made me realize how close we still were and I made a step back. Gabriel smiled brightly his arm was long enough to still reach me and let his fingers run along the rim of my trousers. "I won't help you like I would do it with a child. I will help you to relax, loose some tension..." My eyes followed his moving finger before looking into his eyes, I was shocked, he was amused and... excited? "Mmh..." I took another step back into the bathroom. "...Thank you for that offer... mmh... but, no thanks... I could handle that myself so... yeah... Take a seat and wait for me... outside! I mean not in here, in the bedroom... fully clothed!... Or as clothed as you are now..." I knew I was rambling but I just couldn't stop it, I was rambling and my hands were everywhere, gesturing from me to him to the bathroom and bedroom. I took a deep breath and tried to get a clear thought out of that mess in my mind. "You really are gorgeous, those marks on your skin, your built like Adonis... you won't force me, if that's the reason your hesitating..." His finger slid from my breast down to my stomach before he grabbed the waistband of my trousers, pulled me close and tried to open the button. I pushed him away. "Hey! Stop it! Go into the bedroom and wait there, I'm not interested!" He looked at me offended, bowed proudly and turned around to leave the bathroom. "As you wish, Mister Lightwood." I exhaled loudly and closed the door before getting out of my clothes and taking a very fast shower, as I left the cabin, my used gear was gone and the clothes Gabriel brought with him lay next to the sink. Where did they get a shadowhunter gear from? I got dressed again and when I entered the bedroom Gabriel stood in front of the window looking outside and a tablet with food and coffee stood on one bedside table.

"Do you want to eat something, too? It's enough for both of us." I sat down and took a sip of the coffee. Gabriel turned around but didn't move over. "I'm not hungry, but thanks for the offer." I rolled my eyes, ate something and let Tarak lead us to the arena afterwards. Everybody else was gone, I definitely was the last candidate. In the arena I had to pass the complete line of candidates and one of them tried to attack me, but a wall of blue sparks stopped him and made his punches boom like in a hall. Tarak snickered behind me before he pushed me forward and said: "Maybe he isn't a fan of the entertainment program from last night." "What do you mean? I know they hate me cause I'm a nephilim, but..." Tarak looked at me as we arrived at the end of the line and I took my place. "You gave us quite a show with the neko last night. I believe you're still sore, aren't you? The candidates... they all saw it... and went crazy about it. We had to lock you in your room and protect you. They only get to kill you with an audience in the arena."

I swallowed hard and let my gaze wander over the other candidates in the line. They looked at me with hate and excitement. Tarak snapped his fingers and a portal opened, a small form of it, showing my weapons on the other side. He nodded in the direction of the watery looking surface and without saying something I stuck my arm through and grabbed a seraph blade, then the rest of my equipment. I began to draw some runes when Tarak left and Asmodeus began his speech, I didn't listen until a projection showed Magnus half laying on a bench, panting heavily, his eyes half closed. "... find the neko and steal a kiss. I'm sure you can smell him! Feel the thick cloud of arousal that surrounds him, like last night!..." And Asmodeus was right, I could smell Magnus instantly, his own smell, a bit of cedar and sandalwood, manly, fresh, warm and just full of arousal, as if we were having sex and I sniffed at his sweaty skin, taking all of him in. My own breath hitched and as I looked around... I wasn't the only one. The werewolf began to transform into a wolf and I saw his nose working, taking in Magnus' odor. There even stood a Vermithrall in the line... could a horde of worms even smell something? I just wished Clary was here and could give me a rune to scent something like that werewolf could.

I applied a rune for heightened speed when we were transferred into the gaming area. I took a look around, I was alone, surrounded by hedges and green grass, a maze. I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on Magnus, his scent and the bond I felt to him as if our souls were connected. It nearly was as unexplainable as the parabatai bond, but it was there. There... not much, but definitely Magnus' scent. I chose the way to my left and followed the smell as fast as I could, sometimes closing my eyes to concentrate on it. After about twenty minutes, just passing green hedges and grass and flowers I heard steps. Mine were soundless thanks for a rune, but whoever it was, he or she recognized me, I heard a snarl. I whispered "Aebel" to the seraph blade and heard a second snarl... a werewolf I supposed. I took the hedge for cover, without pressing my body against it, it would have been too loud. After a minute the form of a werewolf became visible, he growled loudly baring his sharp teeth and saliva dripping to the grass on the ground. Before he turned into my direction completely I attacked his side, ramming the seraph blade into his ribcage right behind his foreleg, the werewolf made a sound like a mixture of a scream and a howl. Before he could turn his head and bite me I rolled away over his flank, ripping the seraph blade out of the wound in the motion.

Red blood shot out of the deep wound, covered the silver white fur and spotted the hedges and grass with red color. I took a few steps back and saw the legs of the downworlder give in under him. He didn't try to attack me again, I heard his unsteady breathing, maybe I didn't only stab his heart but also his lungs. He collapsed and sank to the ground changing back into his human form. I made two steps over to him, but he already took his last breath so I only closed his eyelids, looked around and went around the next corner searching for Magnus again.

Magnus' POV

The ways and corners just all looked the same! Maybe I was running around in the same circle for the last minutes without recognizing it. It felt like hours passed by because everything was so blurry and walking was so exhausting. I turned the next corner... or the same for the tenth time... and saw a Vermithrall coming my way. What the hell is such a thing doing here? How will a buildup of worms even have sex with me?! I shook the following thoughts out of my head vehemently, turned around and ran away from that thing... or I hoped I was running, it felt as if I was... Thank Lilith, Vermithralls were hard to kill but ... stupid.

I tried to concentrate, which wasn't a very easy task, breathing still felt nearly impossible and my skin felt like it was on fire, but I didn't want to cross the path of the worm-bundle again. I leaned my back on a hedge after a few minutes and tried to calm down, closing my eyes. I just recognized someone in front of me as I felt hands running through the fur behind my cat ears and down my hair, gripping it tightly and pulling me up into a standing position. I couldn't suppress the moan, it just felt so good to be touched and the hands were so cold on my heated skin. "You're even more attractive in person. I can't wait to have you in my bed and lick the sweat off your skin." I looked down onto a female vampire with straight black hair running down her back, brown eyes with green spots, looking Asian related and watched her hands moving to my neck and to my stomach. I moaned again at the cool touch, my head fell back into my neck and my eyes closed again. I felt her tongue touching my left nipple, gliding up higher to my throat and her fangs boring into my flesh. I pressed my hand down on the back of her head, pulling her closer and moaning uncontrollably, my hips moved against her stomach, my now hard length searching for some friction.

She left my throat and pulled my head down to connect her lips with mine, her tongue invaded my mouth and we both moaned. It didn't bother me that I could taste my blood on her lips, I needed the contact. I pressed her body into mine, rubbing my arousal against her like an animal and then... she was gone. I stumbled forward now that the body I leaned on a second ago was gonr. I let myself glide down the hedge in my back and grabbed my straining cock under the loincloth with one hand as I sat in the cool grass. A few seconds I played with the thought to jerk off, but I knew it wouldn't give me the relief I wanted and it would allure other candidates even more than my actual condition. That was number one... one of five... I had to find Alec! I let go of my throbbing dick and stood up with wobbling legs and knees. I touched my throat and then looked down on my fingers, but the bite wound wasn't bleeding that much. I passed the next corner und stumbled forward, but it somehow felt wrong, so I turned around and walked the other way. I felt a wave of heat hit me after I turned around, is that what the others felt? Or was it just my drugged and aroused mind?

As I wanted to cross the next corner I bumped together with something or someone. I felt arms wrapped around my waist to steady me and looked into blue eyes... but not Alec's. "Hello gorgeous! I waited long enough to get my hands on that body..." The hands of the warlock crawled over my chest and although I knew that man, his name is Richard Wyatt a warlock who chose the way to practise black magic, the last time I saw him was two hundred years ago, I moaned unashamed at the contact. I needed the contact more than anything else. My breath hitched and my eyes closed as I laid my head down on his shoulder. His tanned skin felt cold against mine and as I opened my eyes again, I saw his scorpion tail twitch from left to the right over his shoulder. He grabbed my erection through the loincloth and stroked it with a heavy pressure. I moaned loudly, my head shot back again but was pulled down immediately and his lips crashed onto mine taking the sound I made away from my lips. It was so freaking hot, my skin tingled everywhere and felt like burning in flames the same time. He broke the kiss and grinned up to me before he vanished and left me alone again even more aroused than before.

That was just number two, how should I survive this!? I thought about it to just sit down and wait for the aphrodisiac to loose its effect, but I knew it would take too long. I whimpered as I tried to stand tall and walk to the next corner.

Alec's POV

I heard that shrill sound in my ear again and looked up in the air... The second projection, a warlock this time. I saw him kissing my man, rubbing his arousal and Magnus moaned and kissed him back eagerly, his body moving against the other man. It wasn't much different to the scene with that asian looking vampire girl before and it shattered my heart into a million pieces again, just like before. "Fuck!" I wanted to hit something, but everything here was soft green nature! A few minutes ago I killed an Eidolon but there were still fifteen possible winners when I wouldn't find him soon. I felt the tears sting in my eyes, but I pushed them back and tried to take a few deep breaths. He wasn't doing it on his free will... he was drugged... he didn't want that... but why did it look like he wanted to fuck them both, then?! It didn't matter anymore, maybe my enemies heard my first outburst of fury already. I grabbed my hair tightly and screamed: "ARGHH! Fuck!" I stood straight again and kept walking a few steps until I heard it "Alexander?!" I turned half around, that was close and now that my fury subsided I could also smell him, nearly taste him on my tongue.

"Magnus!" I started walking again "Alexander! I'm here!" After every corner I crossed, I looked left and right, I could feel how close Magnus is, the air got thicker with every step. "Magnus?" "Oh fuck, hurry up, Alec!" I heard running steps and pushed hedges, there! A movement in the green showed me where he is. I ran as fast as I could and saw a man standing in front of Magnus, he touched Magnus' cheek and just smiled. On his left arm was a white snake crawling its way to Magnus' face. "Astaroth... nice to meet you, tell me a story." I heard the mocking tone in Magnus' sentence and remembered a legend which said that Astaroth couldn't speak. The dark haired man changed into a golden haired woman, the snake on her arm now black. "You're mean, Magnus Bane. You know he can't talk. So I think it's my turn to steal the kiss now, his loss." Astarte and Astaroth, my mind raced on high speed. Lucifer gave Astaroth the body of a snake after Astaroth was fused with Astarte, when he was taking the control she took the place of the snake and it was white, when she took the control... the snake!

It didn't even took me a second to get over to them because of my rune, I raised the seraph blade and let it slice through the snakes body beheading it. Astarte screamed in such a high frequency that I let the seraph blade fall down to hold my ears shut with both hands. A strong compression wave pushed Magnus into the hedge he was leaning on and threw me a few feet through the air into the next hedge behind me. "Ouch..." I struggled to get out of the green and took a look around, everywhere were black spots and strains, some were from blood some were pieces of flesh. I picked an nearly intact ear from the gear over my stomach and stood up, throwing the ear away. I knew I didn't kill Astaroth but it was enough to kick him out of this game. Walking over to Magnus only took a second, I grabbed his wrists and pulled him out of the hedge. "Are you okay, honey?" His eyes needed a second to connect with mine and then became sad. He grabbed my face with both hands and kissed my forehead, my cheek, my jaw while saying: "I'm so sorry... so sorry... I'm burning, Alexander... I'm so sorry. I love you..." My hands slid over his hot skin and to the small of his back, Magnus moaned at the slightest contact. I pulled him close, my nose nuzzled in the crook of his neck and inhaled his unique aroma. His thick, erect length pressed into my hip, a deep, guttural moan hit my ear and my hip started moving on its own, rubbing against his dick and making him moan even more.

I took his head in my hands and forced him to look at me, my hips still moving against him: "I love too, honey. Never forget that." I kissed him hard and with all I got, my left hand scratching down his spine and my right hand gripping his thigh and pushing it up to my waist before going up to his ass. At that moment I wasn't interested if anyone saw us, I would've fucked Magnus right on the spot, but I was transferred into my room in the middle of the kiss. What have I done? Now I can't protect him of the 'false' candidates anymore...

Magnus' POV

No, no, no, no, "NO! Father... I beg you, let me out of here. I want Alexander... only Alexander..." In my mind I heard my father laughing. He wouldn't react otherwise, I knew it, but I was so exhausted and horny. I looked down on my hands and up my arms only now recognizing that I was covered in blood and pieces of Astaroth and Astarte. "Eww..." I picked up what I could get from my skin and threw it to the ground, the second thing I just realized now was that bad, foul taste in my mouth. Alec was covered in blood too and I... kissed his face overall... I'm just stupid sometimes.

I walked a few feet to get out of the body waste bag, the disgust let me calm down a second, like in the moment Astaroth stood in front of me, he just had such a bad breath, it was disgusting. My mind played with the possibility to just wait for two other candidates again. I didn't want to walk or run, I just wanted to leave this green hell. After the trouble we made here, there wasn't a lot of searching needed, we were loud enough, even a blind candidate would find me. I looked to the left and saw the bench I started from... or another one... it didn't matter. I went into that direction but was stopped at the next crossing. "Hey little kitty..." I rolled my eyes at that, it just remembered me of Jace. "That joke is too old, to laugh about it... no wait... I didn't even laugh the first time I heard it." I turned around and saw a man leaning with his shoulder on a hedge, his arms crossed over his chest. He was wearing a black suit, expensive and tailor made for him. His long blonde hair came down to his back in soft curls, emerald green eyes sparkled with joy and his light skin was flawless. "Rosier... It's long ago. You're still working for my father?" I took a step back and away from him. He was my ex and his effect on people was even more worse than my neko influence when I'm aroused, but he can control it, that was his job. Although considered a lesser-demon, Rosier still lead humans into being seduced against their will and is linked with tainted love, putting frothy, foolish words on the lips of smitten lovers. He had been a low rank angel before, but he still was a fallen angel after all, like my father. His power over other individuals was immensely high.

I still remembered that I never knew if my feelings for him were true or just his will. "Do you like the drug that runs through your veins? It's my creation." Rosier was such a beautiful creature, no one could deny that, but in his eyes you could see the evil ulterior motives, when you didn't get lost in them before that... He came closer now and I took a step back with every move he made towards me. "I can feel it rushing through your veins like fire. You can't breath, as if every time you want to fill your lungs with oxygen it just fills with desire." My back pressed into a hedge, but I still tried to get back even more, my hands grabbed the leaves and my breath hitched. It was like being soaked into a bubble of thick air, you can't breath anymore, it was like oil running down your windpipe. "Would you believe me when I say that I invented it just for you? We will be such a great couple..." I forced my eyes open as I felt his hand cup my cheek, his thumb caressed my cheekbone. "... what you made of yourself, as if you were made out of my mind, a walking seduction..." His finger glided over my lower lip and I moaned, opening my mouth a little bit, inviting him. My eyes slid shut and I just devoured the pleasure. "...I let a lot of my power flow into that drug, believe me, Magnus... no matter who will be there to soothe your desire tonight... you will let him or her fuck you senseless." My lips quivered under his breath which ghosted over my sensitive skin, a shudder running down my spine and I said in a whisper: "Kiss me... I need to feel you..." What?! Wait! "Please touch me..." My tongue poked out from between my lips and licked the tip of his index finger which still laid loosely on my lower lip. NO! WAIT! What am I doing?! No!

He came closer like in slow motion, his tongue slid over my lips and I opened them eagerly for him. I moaned into his hot mouth, my body pressed into his, completely melting into his embrace. I felt like a doll and somewhere deep in myself the little voice knew how true that had been, but that voice was washed away by silence. I felt his hands on my back and my ass, his fingertips massaged my aching, wanting flesh and I was putty in his hands. I didn't even realize when he laid me down on the cool grass, his body covering mine, his lips moving with mine, his hips thrusting together with mine, he was everywhere and I loved it. He broke the kiss and I looked at him dazed. "See you soon, baby." He vanished and I took a deep breath, my mind felt as if I was crushing through the surface of the sea after nearly drowning. It was a bliss to think my own thoughts again without being pressed away. "Fuck... I hate that bastard..." I let my head fall back into the grass and closed my eyes, breathing fresh air and cool down a bit.

My eyes shot open when I heard a movement but no footsteps. "Whoa! You're not number five, my friend!" I shot up and went into the other direction, away from the Vermithrall and around a corner. I walked a few steps and then stopped, in that direction was the Hunger demon coming my way. I squinched up my face and decided to find another way around the Vermithrall, he was slower than the Hunger and I didn't have to fear to be eaten instead of kissed... I turned towards Vermithrall and stopped dead in my tracks. A few feet away from me stood a man with blonde curls, all in black, a shadowhunter gear and an activated seraph blade in his raised hand, but with his back to me. He looked directly to the Vermithrall and I heard a: "Ew... Fuck!..." He switched into a childish female voice "... you should land somewhere in the uncrowded space, don't worry haha..." "Jace?!" He turned around and... for sure... Jace! "Holy shit! Come here and kiss me!" He smirked and said: "Magnus! I knew some day you will give in and confess that you want me." I growled at that, although the drug still worked and my body screamed for the contact, his behavior pissed me off. I stormed over to him, grabbed his collar with both hands and pulled him to me, my lips connected with his and we both moaned into each others mouth. His seraph blade fell to the ground and his arms wrapped around me, his hands pressed me into his chest, I felt the throwing knives' cool metal on my hot skin. My hands went into his golden locks, my fingers closed to a fist into his soft hair and pulled at it. He moaned deeply as a reward and his hand found its way down on to my ass, pressing my leg up to his waist. He pushed my hole body back to the hedge and closed every inch between our bodies, his hips grinding into mine.

His tongue played with mine while our hands tried to hold onto something steady. When air was needed he broke the contact of our mouths and sucked the sensitive skin of my throat between his lips. But then he was transferred to another place and I almost fell over without his body as a backing. My head cleared up slowly and I wondered if Jace counted as number five or if I needed to run away from the worm-package and the 'all you can eat' demon. Then I felt the short dizziness after the transfer and found myself standing in the white room, my prison.