[ Not too sure about this chapter but I left you all with a cliffhanger & I wanted to update . . . so . . . enjoy I guess? ]
Alec was confused. He had never looked at another boy like this before, but seeing Magnus there with a caring look on his face simply made him melt. Mr. Bane was undeniably good looking but Alec wasn't bi, no, he didn't like boys. He liked girls. In fact, he really liked girls.
But, nonetheless, Alec kissed him in the heat of the moment. Strangely enough, he liked it. It was different and new and he only wanted more. But unfortunately, all good things must come to an end.
And when he put his glasses back on to Magnus' feminine-like face, the only word that came out of Magnus' mouth was "oh".
Oh.
Out of all of the words in the English dictionary, Magnus chose to say oh. He immediately knew that it hurt Alec.
"Leave," Alec mumbled, blush rising to his cheeks. He was so confused and more than anything furious.
Magnus was speechless. He didn't know what to think of it- or anything, for that matter. It was like he was frozen. His thoughts were stuck and his lips were locked. He wanted to say something, he really did, but his brain seemed to disagree.
He wanted to tell Alec that he enjoyed it. He wanted to lean in and kiss him again. He wanted to say that he really thought Alec's scars and burns were beautiful but he simply couldn't.
So he got up, turned around, and left Alec sitting on his bed with tears in his eyes, and a strong feeling of rejection in his gut.
"Woolsey, I'm home," Magnus called, stepping inside of their shared apartment. Magnus slipped his keys onto the hook in the wall and kicked off his shoes. He walked into the kitchen and set his briefcase on the counter before stepping into the living room.
As usual, Woolsey was sitting there watching the tellie with a bowl of ice cream in his lap, stuffing his face. Magnus chuckled as he sat down next to him.
"How was work?" Woolsey wondered, with chocolate ice cream oozing from the corners of his mouth as he spoke.
"Alright I suppose," Magnus hummed, leaning back into the sofa.
"You're home later than usual," Woolsey noted.
Magnus bit his lip, "Uh, yeah. Something came up," he explained plainly.
Woolsey nodded cautiously, "You alright? You seem a bit off." he wondered.
"I'm fine. A bit tired, 's all. It's been a long day. I think I'll go to sleep now. I'll see you in the morning," Magnus said, giving Woolsey's shoulder a gentle squeeze.
"Goodnight, Magnus."
Magnus smiled gently then walked down the hall and into his bedroom. He closed his door behind him and plopped down face-first onto his bed, causing the mattress to jiggle. He huffed into the strong, clean scent of his pillow and sighed deeply.
He tried falling asleep but all he could think about was Alec. Alec's luscious hair, his bright, red eyes, and that large burn across his white cheek. The way his lips moved against Magnus' like a soft ballet . . . and the way that Magnus didn't really want it to stop.
In general, just Alec.
Why couldn't he get the beast boy out of his head?
"Have a nice day at work," Woolsey told Magnus the next day as he made his way out the door.
"Thanks, Woolsey. I'll try."
He walked down several blocks to reach Alec's apartment complex. During his walk, he listened to his music play through his ear buds, and the faint sound of his shoes tapping against the pavement with each step. He was feeling a bit nervous about seeing Alec after what had happened the day before, but music usually calmed him down.
Magnus sucked in a deep breath as approached Alec's door. He slowly gathered up enough courage to knock on the door. A shock of fear went up his spine as he waited impatiently for Alec to answer.
After several moments of silence, Magnus had enough. "Alec open the door," he grunted.
Nothing.
"Fine then," Magnus mumbled to himself. He set his briefcase down onto the floor and pried his fingers through his pocket as he searched for the spare key that Maryse had given to him. He smiled when he curled his fingers around the small little piece of metal. He slipped the key into the lock and twisted his wrist to unlock it. Smiling in satisfaction, he put his key back into his pocket, picked up his briefcase, and walked inside.
"Alec?" Magnus said as he closed the door tightly behind him. He looked around but there was no sign of the beast boy.
He must be in his bedroom, Magnus assumed. He walked into the younger boy's bedroom, expecting to see him sleeping on his bed, but he was no where in sight. He then started panicking.
"Alec?" he repeated, looking around the apartment. Alec wasn't in the kitchen, the living room, or anywhere. When Magnus was about to give up and go home, something caught his attention. Sitting on the counter was a note written sloppily across a sticky note.
Mr. Bane,
I've decided to leave. Don't come looking for me.
-Alec.
Magnus' breath shook as he re-read the note over and over again. What did he mean leave? Leave where?
"Shit," Magnus swore under his breath as he stuffed the note into his pocket. He pulled out his phone and dialed Maryse's number speedily.
When she didn't answer, Magnus left her a message. "Maryse? It's me, Magnus. Uh, your son is . . . well, he's gone. I don't know what to say but . . . I'm going to go looking for him. Call me back, please." he said quickly before hanging up.
He didn't want to call the police because if he did, he would have to give a description of Alec and, well, that wasn't exactly the easiest thing to describe. So police were out of the question.
He picked up his coat and walked outside. And, as if the heavens had planned to deliberately make Magnus' life hell, it started raining. Magnus didn't have a car so he'd have to do a lot of walking.
He decided to check downtown. He walked around the shops and pulled up his hood over his head. He gritted his teeth in annoyance because, damn, fucking Alec Lightwood got him into this mess. Why was he being so immature about all of this? Like a damn twelve year old running away.
He was just mindlessly walking down the street. He didn't know exactly what he was looking for. Would Alec be wearing his ski mask or not? He didn't know. He just kept searching for those identifiable flaming pair of eyes.
Magnus spent thirty minutes looking down town for Alec. He wished that he had Alec's number so he could call him but he left his phone back at his house and that was on the complete opposite side of town. He kept walking.
He felt his stomach grumble with hunger. Yeah, he was starving. Magnus went inside of the small bakery and decided to take a break and fill his empty belly. He ordered a croissant and tea, then sat down and scarfed it all up. He checked his phone and nope, Ms. Lightwood hadn't called or texted him yet. He wondered if Maryse even really cared about Alec well being, or simply her reputation in the modeling industry.
Shrugging, Magnus slipped his phone back into his pocket and continued eating. Feeling satisfied, he threw away the wrappers and continued his search for his student.
As he turned down another street, a soft movement caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. He cautiously went back and gasped at the sight in front of him.
"Alec?" he squeaked. There was a hidden dark alley that lead down in between two buildings. It wasn't noticeable unless you looked hard enough. It was dark and smelly, full of mice and rats. Curled up next to a dumpster was Alec, leaning up against the brick wall. No ski mask- nothing. Just his natural beauty.
His hair was wet and his clothes were soaked. He smelled of animal feces and trash. He looked so fragile and weak, like a China doll.
"Shit, Alec," Magnus muttered, kneeling next to him.
Alec fluttered open his bright red eyes.
"Mr. Bane, I told you t-to not come find me . . . can't you read?" Alec choked.
"Shut up, Alec! You had me scared half to death!" Magnus nearly screamed.
"Oh, so you suddenly care?" Alec grunted.
"Alec, I-"
"Leave me here, I'm garbage." Alec hissed. He pulled his hoodie up further and coughed into his arm, wheezing languidly.
"C'mon, you need to come home."
"Why?" Alec said coldly.
"Because you're coughing and probably sick-"
"You don't care . . . i-it's your job," Alec said, his voice cracking with repugnance.
"I do care Alec, please believe me." Magnus begged.
"Go away. You don't care about me, alright? And if you do, you shouldn't. I'm a fucking monster." Alec insisted.
"You're not, Alec. Will you listen to me?"
"Why? Y'know what, you don't care. You never will. I'm another one of your stupid students and it was dumb of me to think otherwise." Alec huffed.
Alec was cut off by the feeling of a familiar pair of lips pressing against his. He tensed at first from the shock, but then adjusted and moved his back, combing his fingers through Mr. Bane's feathery like hair.
Magnus didn't give it a second thought as he slipped his tongue into Alec's mouth and wrapped his arms firmly around Alec's neck. How could something feel so right yet feel so wrong at the same time?
Alec pulled away circumspectly, looking at his teacher in pure bewilderment. Both of them merely stared at each other, flecks of curiosity and wonder in their eyes.
Alec was the first to speak, "Mr. Bane, I- uh, I'm sorry," he paused, "for running away, I mean. I shouldn't have done that. I overreacted."
"No, I should've reacted better yesterday, I'm sorry too," Magnus explained.
Alec was about to talk when Magnus held his index finger to his cold, cracked lips, preventing him from speaking. He hushed him.
"How about I just get you home, alright? We'll talk later." Magnus said, a slight smile creeping onto his face.
Magnus and Alec weren't even friends, they definitely weren't partners, and acquaintances was an over statement . . . but neither could deny that there was at least something between them. So what were they? They didn't know, nor did they care at the moment.
Alec nodded feverishly, "Yeah, thanks Magnus."
Magnus paused before helping Alec off of the hard ground, "That's Mr. Bane, to you," he laughed.