Here's the second chapter everybody. This isn't exactly my best writing, though, so please bear with me if you notice any flaws.

Disclaimer: I don't own either of the brilliant characters. The lovely Cassandra Clare does.

Chapter Two

Magnus kissed me quickly – but not without a fiery passion – and jumped off the bed in what could only be described as a giddy fashion. He raced over to his closet and threw a number of articles of clothing onto the bed next to me. "Well, what a splendid present, darling," he said while chucking things at me. "You know, you have the most wonderful ideas. Mine is pretty grandiose too, if I do say so myself."

"Oh, really?" I said, sitting up and trying not to let the fear show through my voice. All that I could see before me was an endless pile of rainbow. And sparkles. Lots and lots of sparkles. The terror was starting to sink in.

"Mmhmm," Magnus said, and waltzed over to stand next to the bed. Spreading his arms wide, he declared in a gleeful voice, "I'm giving you a MAKEOVER!"

I had already guessed what he was going to say, but he had said that last word with such delight that I regretted having felt nervous. Today was his birthday, and he deserved everything he wanted. I managed to put on a happy expression and said, slowly at first, "Sooo…where are we starting?"

Magnus gave a small squeak of delight – which was very un-Magnus-like in my book – and pounced upon the pile of clothes. "Green? Purple? Oh, I don't remember picking up this little number." My eyes widened at the sight of a hot pink tank top underneath a black fish net top, decorated with a large black leather belt.

"No, no, no," he said, stuffing it at the bottom as I sighed with relief. "Oh! Look at this!"

And he brought out a black vest. It looked like one of his Victorian gentleman vests, complete with the little pockets and buttons. Except this one was noticeably Magnus. Very Magnus. The vest was completely covered in black sequins. The pockets were covered similarly, except that they were silver. A simple white collar adorned the top of the vest, and the buttons shone with blue glitter. I flinched away from the thing involuntarily.

"And it would look lovely on top of this!" he said, and pulled out a deep blue dress shirt that sparkled everywhere. I wouldn't have been surprised if the tag had read "1% Cotton, 99% Glitter".

"Oh, come on, Alexander," Magnus said imploringly, upon seeing the look of extreme distaste on my face that I had been trying so desperately to hide. "We haven't even gotten to the best part!"

I gulped.

He ducked under the bed and pulled out a slim white box with spidery silver writing engraved on it. Magnus made sure to make a fine show of lifting the top of the box off and tossing it to the side. Then, as elegantly as he could, he picked the garment up and drew it out of the box ever so slowly so I could clearly see…

"RAINBOW LEATHER PANTS?!" My mouth fell wide open in almost-mock horror. "Magnus! Are you serious?"

He shrugged nonchalantly. "Actually, I am. And I expect you to put this entire ensemble on right now," he smirked.

I knew it was his birthday, but there was no way that I was getting into rainbow leather pants. "B-b-but Magnus, isn't it kind of, u-um, c-cl-clashing with the shirt?" I tried to sound like I knew the clothes didn't compliment each other when in reality, I had no idea what would match with what.

Magnus laughed light-heartedly. "Honey, don't doubt me. Besides, that's the whole point of rainbow." He threw the vest, shirt, and pants at my face. "Now change. Right here, right now."

Even if I knew he meant to say it nicely, there was no hiding the tiny hint of malice in his voice – or maybe it was mischief. Yeah, definitely mischief. But he couldn't possibly be serious, I mean, rainbow leather pants?

Magnus probably saw the refusal that was clearly displayed upon my face, because just then, he crept up to me and draped himself across my shoulder. "Please?" he murmured enticingly, grazing his fingers across my chest and sticking out his lower lip. "For me?"

As hard as I tried, I just could not withstand that look on his face. Come on, Alec, I willed myself. Resist! But the High Warlock of Brooklyn wasn't somebody that one could easily resist. Well, maybe I was the only one. Oh, when had I become so weak?

With a deep sigh, I stood up from the bed and spread the clothes out in front of me. Magnus's face lit up with delight. He settled into a cross-legged position next to the pile. "Come on! Let me see you put it on!" he said, his eyes showing his clear anticipation to see me in something that wasn't as drab as my usual clothes.

I had gotten quite used to undressing in front of Magnus – and wasn't he the one to do the undressing for me every night that I spent here? – so I didn't feel embarrassed about stripping my clothes off. What really irked me was the thought of putting something tight and sparkly on.

So there I was, standing in my underwear, trying to figure out where to start. "Ooo, put the pants on first!" Magnus said.

Wanting to please my boyfriend, I grabbed the silly excuse for leg-wear off the bed and held them up at my thighs. I was surprised at the way they seemed to be exactly my size as Magnus was obviously taller than me. "Uh, Magnus? These aren't yours, are they?"

"Why, of course not, dearest. I took the liberty of going out by myself and buying you an entire new wardrobe because I knew you needed a complete makeover." He gestured at the pile of clothes. "I just had to wait for you to give in and let me dress you up," he said hurriedly. "Now what the hell are you waiting for? If I had known better, and I do, believe me, you're stalling. So put those pants on!"

So ever so reluctantly, I raised my left leg…

THUMP

"Alexander, what are you doing on the floor?"

"Trying to get into this death trap that you call pants!" I growled. I lay on the floor, on my side, in an extremely awkward position. My leg was halfway into the pants, and I was almost curled into a ball with my arms almost at my shoulders. "How is it even possible to put these on?"

Magnus walked up behind me and crouched down. "You're doing it all wrong, that's the problem."

"Oh, so there's a right way?"

I turned my head back just in time to see Magnus roll his eyes. "Come on, Alexander, if I can do it, you can too."

I was about to say something snappy in response, but just then, Magnus grabbed my right leg and shoved it in the pants. He took the waistline and pulled me up. I gasped aloud as I felt my legs being gripped tight by the pants. He whipped me around to look me in the eye. "See? All you needed was a little help."

"Magnus," I grunted.

He eyed me expectantly. "What?"

I had planned to yell at him about how stupid he was to have come up with this stupid idea of dressing me up like I was a brand new doll that had come with a wardrobe of clothing and accessories, and how plain stupid he could be sometimes.

But then saw his eyes, his brilliant cat-eyes ringed with makeup. I saw the way they were sparkling, sparkling, as he stared at me. He didn't look at everybody the same way that he was looking at me right now, with…love, even if it was laced in with a little bit of quirkiness. I couldn't let him down, no matter how much I loathed to be standing in rainbow leather pants, on his birthday.

How could I have ever thought of him as stupid?

I sighed deeply. "Move so I can put the shirt on."

He smiled brightly and grabbed the garment from off of the bed. "Allow me, love," he said, unbuttoning the shirt. "Now hold up your arms."

I obeyed reluctantly as he slid the shirt on me and buttoned it back up. He slowly smoothed down the crinkles on my chest with both hands. "It fits perfectly," he murmured so quietly that I wasn't even sure that he had said it. "Get the vest."

I snatched it up in my hands and put it on hastily. "Uh, Magnus?"

"What?"

"Is everything supposed to be so tight?"

All he did was cross his arms and chuckle.

I fidgeted where I stood. "Especially in, uh, certain places." I jumped when he squeezed me in one of those certain places.

He placed his hands on either side of my face. "It's fine. Trust me. And stop squirming!" He grabbed both of my wrists and brought them together. "All we need to do now is dress you up."

My jaw dropped. "But Magnus! Aren't we already finished?"

Magnus burst out laughing. "Oh, Alexander! You could be so funny sometimes." Then he dragged me to the other side of his room. "Now sit down."

I had thought that an ensemble of rainbow leather pants, a sequined vest, and a blue dress shirt had been Magnus's worst idea ever. But as I got closer and closer to the small table that was pushed against the wall, my eyes widening with every step, I realized how terribly wrong I was.

Oh, the things I do for the people I love.

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