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Something New this Way Comes

Somewhere in the deep underground a cry is heard.

"Those filthy half-breeds have blocked our access!"

The sound so great it resonated along the walls for many seconds. In the middle of this underground tavern a giant bridge connected the two sides, and a domed canopy laid in the center of the bridge. It faced a waterfall. The beginnings of said waterfall could not be seen; for the entrance was too far up even for fairy eyes.

The white columns of the canopy stretched high providing shelter for the enigmatic room. They held billowing fabrics made out of some sheer material, which would gradually change to match the different colors of night. An enormous round circle of shiny metal made up the interior floor. On the outside a giant slab of marble framed the room and there in the corner recesses three very important Fae held court.

A male stood stiffly off to the side. His spiky midnight blue hair offset his pale luminous skin; it had the sheen and polished of a pearl. The white of his eyes held a trace of light blue. The color of his eyes was so dark you couldn't tell where his began pupil or ended. Around each eye there were seven black swords. He was covered in armor entirely made from smoothed out black diamonds. The hard material was worked so that it gave him the flexibility he needed in battle; along with the almost impenetrable defense of a black diamond. The only two decorations were a large blue sapphire in the middle of his breastplate and a long silver sword at his side.

"Oberon darling, I wish you would join us," said his fair Titania.

Titania had a head full of pink flower petals for hair and tiny green vines that wrapped around her, some with small flowers or buds. She is dressed as a dancer. Her white sleeves long and flowing, while her skirt just above her knees flared out. Everything about her made her look like a spring rose, except for the tiara on her head made entirely of black diamonds.

Oberon made his way over to the two females. One his beloved Titania and the other, none other than the fiery haired Seelie Queen. Each masters at plotting and scheming in their own right.

"We have never needed entrance into the Nephilim's land; only our mere essence is needed." The Queen replied in a both peaceful and deadly voice.

Titania tilted her head to the side. "I do not understand how will we- oh." Then it all became clear. The three powerful fey had their plan and were left smiling mischievously into the night.

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By now almost a week had past. Ragnor had needed a few days to recover from his over exertion. He had never needed to do more than one dimensional door in the past; with this new quest he was pushing his limits more than ever. Alec had been the perfect nurse for Ragnor. Always fussing about to see if he needed anything; even spoon feeding him his food. All of which was scrumptiously made from the shadowhunters own hands.

Ragnor sat in a stool at their kitchen island; watching a sexy blue-eyed shadowhunter prepare his food.

"Alec, I am more than capable of making my own breakfast."

Even though today was the first day back to work for Ragnor, Alec had insisted on pampering him the whole morning. Not that Ragnor really minded in the slightest, but he had to say something to keep things interesting.

In the past Ragnor had always preferred women and he was what many would consider a grumpy warlock. However, after many hundreds of years living on earth he found himself to loosen up more and enjoy the little things in life. He still preferred women, but a very few selection of men had the capability of catching his eye.

Alec being one of them. He brought over their plates of steaming food, placing Ragnor's neatly in front of him.

"I know you are, but I don't want to take any chances on overexerting your energy. You need yours more than I need mine." He placed his own plate on his spot next to Ragnor and went back to the fridge.

"What do you want to drink?"

"Orange juice will be fine dear." Ragnor had fun with their little arrangement and would imply as often as he could that Alec was his 1950s wife.

Alec's mouth twitched and his eyes narrowed. He wanted to make a comeback to Ragnor's little remark, but the best he had up his sleeve was to "humph," and scowl. He placed a glass with ice in front of Ragnor and began to fill it with orange juice.

"Enjoy." Alec demanded.

That is exactly what the warlock did; he dug into his bacon, eggs, and toast, but that wasn't what satisfied his hunger. No, what was more filling was watching Alec eat. He had an unconscious habit of making breakfast excruciatingly sexy. He would make small noises of pleasure every single time he would take a bite of his food. Ragnor was completely hypnotized by the young shadowhunter. Currently, he was watching Alec stick his yummy tongue out and seductively wiping a crumb from his delicious lips.

"I have something different planned for today." Alec mysteriously said.

"Oh?" Ragnor arched a brow, this was news. He scooped up some scrambled eggs with his fork.

Alec nodded and slightly hunched his shoulders.

"What do you have planned?" Ragnor casually ran his fingers across Alec's shoulder.

Alec gently shrugged them away and tried to keep the air of mystery. "Something." He said and began cleaning up.

"Alec." Ragnor used his warning tone; he was not a fan of surprises. When Alec made his way into Ragnor's domain to pick up his dishes, the warlock took the opportunity to snatch Alec's arm and pull him towards him. "What is it?"

He pulled a little harder than expected and found himself face to face with the shadowhunter of his dreams. "Let go of me." Alec swallowed; he had tried to sound confident, but ended up sounding a little out of breath. This was exactly the reaction Ragnor was trying to get out of him. "Not until you tell me what you have planned." Ragnor whispered against the shadowhunters lips.

What happened next was not expected, but pleasing all the same. Alec roughly threw the plates across the island counter and grabbed Ragnor. He closed the gap between them and successfully captured his lips. The warlock had been teasing Alec all week long, and he was in no condition for Alec to do anything about it. It was about time he did. Fervently, he kissed Ragnor forcing his tongue inside and making sure to take his time tasting him. He trailed his hands down Ragnor's sides, stopping when he reached the warlocks hips. Ragnor made a sound of approval and kissed Alec back; matching move for move and keeping up with his pace. Alec moved his hands over Ragnor's hips, slipping them under his bottom. In one swift move he took hold of Ragnor and lifted him onto the kitchen counter. Where they continued their make-out session. Alec in between Ragnor's legs and Ragnor's arms wrapped around Alec. Hearts beating wild and fast; both were consumed by a force greater than their own. Both were scared to death about what was happening between them, but were enjoying every second of it. They came up for some much needed air; Alec quickly recovering and moving towards Ragnor's neck. He began sucking and nipping on it; Ragnor could only throw his head back and allow it. They were both breathing heavily now, with Ragnor letting out moans of pleasure.

Just when they were ready to take it up a notch a piercing scream cut through their naughty time.

"Oh no my eyes! I'm scarred for life!" Both startled away from each other, and were left dumbstruck.

Ragnor recovered first and hopped off the island counter. He looked up to find his good friend Catarina Loss with a big smirk on her face. He wiped at his mouth and hid a smile behind his hand.

"Catarina? I was not expecting you."

"You weren't? Didn't the Warlock Ambassador tell you he invited me?"

"No he didn't." He looked over at Alec who was in a panicky state of trying to compose himself.

"U-um yeah, I'm the ambassador" Alec timidly looked at Catarina and gave a small wave.

Catarina's eyebrows rose. "You're Ambassador Lightwood?"

"What a way to meet the ambassador," said a cheeky voice coming from behind Catarina.

"The Gemini Twins" Ragnor sighed.

"Castor, Pollux, you were invited too?" Catarina didn't sound disappointed like Ragnor; she was in fact pleased.

Pollux the younger and fairer of the two spoke first. "We were my lady. We received the ambassador's message all the way from Napoli. We are both surprised-"

"But pleased to find you all here and in such conditions," Castor seamlessly finished his brothers sentence. It came natural to them; like breathing air.

Ragnor shook his head and sighed again. "Alec, why did you call these two…warlocks?" He wanted to use a different word; one that more suited the idiocy of the two brothers.

Castor and Pollux were known as the geniuses of the warlock world. There were no other warlocks who could pick up spells as fast as Castor and Pollux could. As a result, The Gemini Twins held great knowledge of the magical world. They've been a popular commodity ever since their legend like birth. Castor being the alpha of the two; had a pompous personality. Always believing he was god's gift to earth and constantly flirted with anything that he could find. Pollux had firmer personality. The warlock could be as serious as the grave and believed himself to be a warlock leader. He was always focused on completing his duty and being an example for all warlocks to follow. Both had the same warlock mark, and would be difficult to tell apart if it weren't for their distinguishable personality. Like Magnus, their mark was small. It was difficult to spot, but every hair on their body was in fact not hair at all. Instead of hair the brothers had feathers; tiny fine golden white feathers. They were the only warlocks that could temporarily get rid of their mark should they choose and be completely fine. Castor was widely known to shave his feathers from his arms, legs, and other unmentionable areas according to his lovers.

"Of course he invited us-" Pollux began.

"We're here to save your sorry ass." Castor ended.

Ragnor's eyes narrowed.

Alec quickly turned to Ragnor to alleviate the situation. "Ragnor don't be angry, but I am the Ambassador for Warlocks. And I just wanted to make sure that you-know-what didn't happen again, I got you some help."

"So, you invited these two idiots?"

"Ragnor," Catarina chided. "Come now, Alexander did the right thing by calling us. I can help you when your energy feels low, and The Gemini Twins can pick up from where you left off."

Simultaneously Ragnor and Alec said "I don't like to be called Alexander.", "He doesn't like to be called Alexander." Both looked at each other, blushed and looked away. Ragnor being more of an expert at composure and deceit, recovered first.

He cleared his throat. "Well if you insist on it Catarina then I suppose I have no choice, but to work with these two buffoons."

Pollux said nothing and did not take the bait. Castor on the other hand could not help himself.

"Oh? Only if she insists on it? Does your fine ass lover not have anything to do with it?" He grinned widely; like a cat that had just gotten his cream.

"Enough." The firm voice surprisingly came from Alexander. "We have to get going. We've only done three dimensional doors out of Angel knows how many. We have to get done with as many as we can today. Next week is the biannual Accords ball and if we don't have Alicante secured, we could be open to attack."

All three of the warlocks nodded their head in agreement and got. Ragnor snapped the kitchen into order and began giving instructions to the rest of the three. He was in serious mode for the rest of the day. The only distraction came from a shy Alec, when he nervously reached out his hand to take his. Ragnor was surprised, but smiled encouragingly and squeezed back in approval. For the rest of the day the two remained in close proximity and would hold hands whenever possible.

They were the last to make their way out of the apartment; before they joined the others Ragnor held Alec back to whispered something sweet to him.

"Thank you, Alexander."

For once Alec didn't mind being called Alexander. He smiled and leaned in to lay a kiss on Ragnors lips.

"Your welcome."

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Author's Note: Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I've been having mixed feelings about my beloved; it has thrown a kink into the creative process. Anywho, what did you think of the chapter? All the new characters come from some sort of legend and my horoscope is coincidentally Gemini. In the next chapter we have the ball! I wonder how it will go and who we will see there? Don't worry I will tie up some holes that I left open; like what the heck is going on with Ralec. I know they are so up and down.

Thank you so much for reading and please leave a review.

PepperB