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I found a note from Alec hanging on the exterior of my lacy curtains when I arose from my slumber this morning.

Magnus-

I forgot to ask you last night, but I need you to secure warlocks for our side. If there are any warlocks you trust, please contact them.

I left a spare key on the counter in the kitchen so that you can come and go as you please.

I will be home around noon. Please make yourself at home.

-Alec

It was funny how having Alexander expecting me to do something really helped me to get my ass in gear like nothing else had in months. I had already woken up early. Okay, a little bit early; it was 8:30 and I had already changed out of my pjs, transformed the living back to its original state, done my morning facial cleansing and minimal makeup (just some black eyeliner, mascara, and clear lip gloss). I threw on some forest green skinny jeans and a tight hot pink v-neck that was lightly sprinkled with green glitter. I left my hair down, but ran a little glitter gel through that gave it a bit of structure.

I sat down at the dining room table, snapped my fingers to get some coffee and a cinnamon roll from a local shop and pulled my cell phone out. I knew that I could definitely call Catarina and Pablo to ask if they would stand with the Clave if needed. I trusted them. There were no other warlocks I could contact by phone with this type of question. It would be best to conduct this business in person in order to assess the situation correctly. I needed to see the male or female's reaction up close and in person.

Things were different for warlocks than it was for all of the other classes of downworlders. We didn't hang out in packs or clans or have a place full of our kind to come home to every night. Warlocks are loners. It was not uncommon for two or three or more to be very close friends and to even stick very close to each other for a while when it was convenient or necessary for survival, but more often than not warlocks stayed out of each other's business and lives.

It had worked for me and my friends rather well for all of our lives. I suspected that it stemmed at least partially from the nature of our conception and our upbringings. Not too many warlocks were raised fully by their birth parents. Not too many warlocks ever met (or would want to meet) their demonic parent. The other parent was usually long gone once they figured out what they had spawned. Point is, social norms that other downworlders and even shadowhunters and mundanes dealt with were lost on us.

As I suspected, the call to Catarina was simple and quick. She agreed to do what she could to help the Clave and got off the phone promising to get together with me soon to catch up and to get more details into the current situation. That girl was always busy so I knew it would probably be a while before I would actually be seeing her.

As I was thinking about that, my phone rang.

"What the hell happened to your place?" It was Pablo.

"I was just about to call you. Why didn't you answer when I called last night?"

"I was busy making a portal for one of your regular customers. Some impatient young warlock- Elijah or something- he's pissed at you."

"Oh yeah, that asshole. He simple refuses to learn how to perform the simplest of spells. If I actually gave a damn I'd be worried about his long-term well being."

Pablo chuckled but it was short-lived. "Seriously though, I just left your apartment. Its fucked up."

"That's why I called you last night." I said with some attitude. "They did it with faerie smoke." I heard Pablo gasp. "I was looking for a place to crash."

"Oh shit! Fucking faerie smoke! Someone was trying to kill you, dude! Your whole building is corroding away."

"Shit! I guess I wont be going back there for a while."

"Where are you right now?"

"Um somewhere safe. I've put protections up here and everything. Look, I'm actually working right now. Don't gasp. I'm fulfilling my duties as the warlock representative to the Clave." I said in my most regal voice.

I went on to explain to Pablo about needing to secure more warlocks for the Clave. He was in, of course. I asked him about the warlocks he used to be close to. Pablo decided to take a recruiting mission to Mexico. He had had quite a few friends that he trusted back there that he used to hang with about a century ago.

He would be leaving in a day or two and I told him I could take on a couple of his more important clients while he was away as long it didn't interfere with whatever I was doing at the time. As of very recently I actually had things to do.

"I still don't get how they even got close to you like that. That smoke is only effective indoors. You did have your wards up, right?" Pablo asked me.

"Um, I may have let them in with magic…without checking to see who it was first." I answered sheepishly, waiting for him to reprimand me.

He sighed. "I probably don't have to tell you how incredibly stupid that was because that was incredibly stupid. Don't do that again, Magnus. I can't belie-"

"Alright, alright. Geez, Pablo, I get it. I'll call you later." I hung up without waiting to hear him yell at me some more.

By the time I got finished talking to Pablo it was almost 1pm. I guessed Alec was running late. I had really run out of things that I was willing to do that day, so I decided to quit until the boss gave me further instructions.

I was feeling restless, though, and watching TV was making it worse and the Chairman was busy ignoring me in favor of getting used to his new surroundings. I didn't want to leave since Alec would probably be back soon and I was curious as to what he had found out today, if anything.

I resorted to doing something that I haven't done in several months. I put a soundproofing spell on Alec's apartment so as not to disturb his neighbors. I snapped my fingers and his furniture jumped to the perimeter of the room. I turned on a music app of my phone and did a simple spell that amplified the music.

I was never one to do many traditional fitness activities like weight lifting or working out. When I was in the mood to sweat I chose more fun and exciting pastimes such as engaging in passionate sex or (not nearly as fun) a dancing session.

I didn't have anybody that I could have passionate sex with (well I did, but he was resisting me right now. I mean, I really was hoping he would have joined me in the tub last night. Oh well.) so I just had to settle for the dancing. I wanted to keep myself well rehearsed in case I got back into the party scene again.

I spent the first 30 minutes just feeling the music and moving around to it just loosening up. The songs were mid-tempo to upper-tempo. I starting dancing with more focus, doing moves that I already knew and trying out some new ones that I made up as I went. I worked up a sweat and pulled off my shirt, slinging it over my shoulder to use as a towel as a slower song came on. I was about to skip ahead until I realized it was a song that I was very familiar with. Sexy Love by Ne-Yo. I immediately thought about Alexander and wished that I had been able to dance to this song with him back when we were together. I just wished that I had danced with him more. Actually, thinking about it, there was so many things that we never got a chance to do. Things that we could have been doing all this time if I had not have been an impulsive dickhead and broken up with him.

I was thinking about all of this as I moved to the song. I danced slowly, bending my knees and twirling my hips and pelvis seductively and stepping back and forth, side to side, pretending Alexander was there with me. I could just see him in my mind's eye. I put my hands out to where his hips would be, as if my hands were resting there.

If he were there he would have definitely had a nice little body and facial blush going on. He would have been trying so hard to look down at our feet so I would have been having to almost permanently have my fingers underneath his chin, lifting his head up so that ours eyes could meet. When he looked into my eyes I would never look away. I would tell him how much I needed those gorgeous blue eyes and after some serious coaxing he would finally hold my gaze. The longer we danced, the more his confidence would grow. I'd hold him closer so that I could feel his heartbeat. Our breathing would become in synch and heavier as our temperatures rose from our exertion and arousal. After staring into each other's eyes for what would feel like forever we would finally kiss as we were still grinding against each other sensually.

The song ended but I was too much into my own fantasy to let it end there. And the lyrics were so perfect for how I felt about Alexander that I snapped my fingers and made it replay so that I could pretend dance with him longer. I was so far gone that I started humming and singing along as I danced. I threw my head back to the beat and used my shirt to wipe the sweat off of my face and chest. What happened next sent a major jolt of electricity straight through my veins.

Alexander had come up behind me silently and he placed his hands lightly on my hips. I froze. He had to have been an apparition. I must have been pretending so well that the Alexander from my imagination came to life and was doing sexy and seductive things to me under his own autonomy.

He groaned lowly and ground his hips forward gently against my ass.

"Alexander…?" I had to see if he was real. I turned the volume of the music down some.

"You can't keep doing this to me. Are you trying to drive me crazy?" He asked, his voice sounding strained.

"I'm not trying to." I said, like the tool that I was. It was the wrong thing to say because he dropped his hands and jumped back a good few feet away from me. He turned away looking upset.

"I'm very sorry." He adopted that formal sounding voice that be had been using with me since we started talking again. "I shouldn't have lost control like that. It wont happen again."

Well fuck. I should have kept my mouth shut, maybe tried for a kiss or something. Of course I'd ruined it. I had to try to fix this.

"I'm not sorry, Alexander. I didn't plan that but why can't we just go with how we're feeling?" I took a few steps towards him and was surprised that he turned back toward me.

He sighed. "I want nothing more than to give in to my base needs right now." He ran a hand through his hair. "I want you." He said forcefully, his voice deep. "I know you know that."

I took another step toward him. I could touch him now, easily, if I just barely reached out. He was watching me. I could just tell that he wanted me to touch him. That he wasn't going to make the first move. I was conflicted though. What if I touched him and he came to his senses and slapped my hands away. What if he kicked me out and refused to ever see me again. I was being dramatic but I just didn't want to mess this up and this was a very delicate situation.

What I did know was that I couldn't just let the moment pass and do nothing. I had never been that person. The one who just let opportunities like this slip by. I slowly reached for his arms.

He kind of clinched up a bit, but he let me place my hands on him. I let my hands slip down to his and pulled him closer after I saw that he still wasn't resisting. "Hey, we don't have to do anything too crazy, but there's nothing wrong with a little bit of touching like this, is there." I asked him softly.

"I don't think I can spend too much time with you without touching you, but I do feel like this is wrong." He looked so conflicted.

"It doesn't feel wrong."

Alec sighed. "Ok, it feels right. That's what makes it so wrong."

I decided to go for it. "Alexander, dance with me?" I turned the music back up and took a step back. I looked steadily into his eyes and held a hand out. He could decide if he wanted to take it or not.

Alec looked from my eyes to my hand a couple times before grabbing my hand in a swift motion. It was as if he had to do it fast or he wouldn't have done it at all.

As good as my fantasizing about my dancing with Alexander was, it couldn't compare to the real thing. Especially since I could feel pure energy radiating between our bodies. The physical desire was glaringly palpable. Alec and I were clinging to each other as if these were our last moments on earth. Whenever our eyes connected everything, every emotion, just magnified. Surprisingly, I was the one who kept breaking eye contact. It was almost too intense and I found myself almost wanting to push away just so I could catch my breath.

Alexander's hands were slowly caressing the bare skin of my upper body. I tried to hold back my moans, but I wasn't doing a very good job of it. I'd been wanting this boy to touch me for months and now that he was finally doing it, well, I knew what heaven felt like.

Alec took a deep breath and licked and then parted his lips. My eyes widened as he slowly leaned up to me. Suddenly we were kissing. Slow and deep. I still can't do anything to stop the moans that are being produced in back of my throat. This time, though, he's moaning right along with me. It all sounded perfected sinful.

Our kiss was slowly becoming erratic. Our hands roamed all over each other becoming rougher and not as gentle as it was moments ago. Our teeth bumped together and our frenzied breaths mingled as our lower bodies crashed and ground together to our own frantic beat. We only broke contact to catch our breaths for a half second at a time before we were back at it again. I found myself vaguely worried that one of us might pass out or hyperventilate.

Alec paused to pull up his shirt. Why didn't I think of that? No matter, I ran my hands down his sides to help him. Now I ran my hands over his insanely muscled chest and abs. My lips soon followed as I kissed trails down Alec's stomach. My mind ran over all of the things that I could do to him and I was pretty sure that he was going to let me. Just as I was about to dip down lower I saw the front door open.

I have never been a big fan Jace's, which is a huge understatement. At that moment, though, I was willing to risk death at the hands of the Clave as punishment for murdering him slowly.

As soon as Alexander noticed that he was in the living room, he flew away from me like I had the plague or something.

"Well, what do we have here? I thought you weren't even on speaking terms with the warlock." Jace asked in his usual cocky manner.

"Jace don't." Alec said, fighting to get his shirt on as quickly as possible.

"Don't what? What was all that bullshit you were saying the other day at lunch? Just bullshit, I guess." Jace shook his head and looked angry. The bastard.

Alec shook his head. "It wasn't bullshit. I-I made a mistake. Just please leave, Jace."

Jace was getting ready to respond with something witty, I was so sure, but Alec cut him off.

"Please, Jace. Get Izzy and meet me at Taki's. I have a lot of things to tell you guys, ok. Just give me a bit." He nodded his head my way. Jace stared him down for a couple of moments, gave one nod, and then turned and left out the front door.

Alec turned back to me and I already knew that I wasn't going to like what he was about to say.

"Magnus, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have lead you on like that. We can't do…that again."

I shook my head. I couldn't accept that.

"Alec, I love you. I miss you so much. I hurt you and I wouldn't listen to you for so long. I'm so sorry for that." At this point I had no shame in begging. Not when I knew exactly what I wanted. "I want you back, Alexander. Nothing is right without you."

Alec wasn't taking my gut spilling the way I would hope. He shook his head, too. "I'm sorry, Magnus. I can't do this. We just don't fit together anymore."

What the hell did that mean? He didn't even want to make an attempt to fix the relationship. Did I mean nothing to him? That couldn't be true because if it was he wouldn't look like it was so hard for him to turn me down. And he wouldn't have kissed me like that.

"That guy. Was he your boyfriend?" Realization dawned on me. "You replaced me already." Tears were threatening to fall.

"If you mean David- the redhead- that's not my boyfriend. He's not even-" He cut off. "Its complicated. I don't want to talk to you about that right now. I have dated a few guys, but nothing serious."

"But you said earlier that you wanted me. I don't get it. What is the problem?"

"Us! The problem is us." Alexander squeezed his eyes shut like he couldn't bear seeing me anymore. "And the fact that you don't seem to think that you have any issues."

"Alec, I don't want to fight, but I'm not the one who tried to take away the other's mortality. I don't blame you for that anymore, though."

"And according to you, there are no other problems that ever stood in our way."

"Well, no. That was the main one."

Alec's eyes narrowed angrily. "Tell me about your past."

I hesitated. Why was he even bringing that up? "That's not fair, Alec. Why does that even matter? You know everything that you need to know about me. End of story."

"Right." He said shortly. "That's exactly what I'm talking about. I have to go. We need to talk later about Clave business. We should probably keep our interactions work related from now on."

With that he turned and left, slamming the door.

I was left wondering what the hell just happened and how, exactly, did I get this so wrong.

So Jace is a cockblocking sumbitch, right? Don't worry he'll make up for it...

I should be able to update in the next two days. That's the goal anyway.

Thanks for reading!