Woohoo another chapter! I feel bad for not updating sooner but this chapter was seriously a bitch. I had to literally sit my own ass down and force myself to write.
Anyway please enjoy this chapter because I have put a little citrusy goodness in this one… so if you DON'T want to read the Boy + Boy action, please skip over Magnus' first little italicized part.
Disclaimer- I'm not feeling too witty today so I'll just say I own nothing. *tear*
(Song by Billy Joel)
Read! Fill your minds with my crappy similes and word choices!
MB
"Magnus…" moaned the pleading boy beneath me as I ran my hands across milky pale thighs and dragged my tongue over one pert nipple.
"Sshhh, darling," I cooed, placing a kiss here and there on his bare chest. He whimpered when I teasingly used a finger to stroke his puckered hole. "Be patient."
His uneven panting, quiet gasps, and smalls moans of pleasure filled the room and stoked the fire growing larger in my nether regions but they were nothing compared to the strangled cry of my name when I pushed two fingers past the tight ring of muscles. I let out a smaller moan when his walls clenched around my digits and my dirty mind immediately imagined them clenching around a very different part of my body. I moved up his lithe form to take his already swollen lips into a possessive kiss. I didn't wait for entrance but instead just pushed hungrily into his wet cavern. I fucked him thoroughly with both my tongue and now three fingers as he bucked his hips up; trying to get me to give him more.
I trailed down to his neck; vigorously attacking the sensitive flesh with licks, bites, and sucks to mark him as mine.
Mine. No one else's.
I thrust in a fourth finger to find that special spot in him – the one that would make his back arch and his toes curl. And he did just that when I twisted my slim digits and brushed past the bundle of nerves.
"Ah! Magnus, please!" I smirked and pulled out of him. He gave a frustrated whimper but a shiver took him over when I came up to trace the shell of his ear with my slick tongue. A wave of pleasure rippled through him when I purred seductively, "Please what? Tell me baby; I'll give it to you."
His breathing picked up as he threaded his fingers through my hair and tried to find some way to voice his need while I toyed with the soft skin of his inner thighs. Truthfully I wasn't being very fair to him. It couldn't have been easy trying to speak with my hands ghosting over every sweet spot he possessed.
My hand roughly grasping the base of his cock is what finally did it. "AHH! Magnus just fuck me already! Please-," He rambled on – begging me, pleading me to take him in the most sinful way possible…
My eyes shot open. Holy fucking shit.
I had dreamed about Alexander Lightwood before, don't get me wrong, but never had one been so vivid, so real, so arousing. I looked down and saw that I was already laying in my own sticky mess. God, I couldn't even begin to pinpoint all the feelings coursing through my body at that exact moment.
I first identified lust. I wanted that boy. I wanted his body – to hold him and feel him and have him writhing underneath me. If I could just kiss those rose petal lips once I would be able to die happy.
Second was awe. How could one boy get me so worked up? I had been with countless models and actors that exerted confidence and flaunted their bodies without a second thought. So why could I barely think when a shy, under aged, disheveled beauty came into the mix?
Third was regret. Regret for not kissing him right when he'd complimented my music. I was outwardly bi and he'd never been seen with a girl on his arm – EVER – so I suppose there was a chance he had the same preferences. And the way he blushed… couldn't that mean he thought about me the same way I was think about him at every waking moment?
The final emotion was determination. I couldn't remember a time when I had felt the need to have something so bad, and I was always given what I wanted anyway. Nobody had ever made me feel this strongly before and if I were to let that pass I would have to be a complete moron. That one, blue eyed boy was the only person that could make me feel as though I could actually have a relationship with someone who wouldn't hurt me or scar me or leave me. He made me feel like I could maybe be myself again.
I sat up, running a hand through my messy black hair, and looked out the window right next to my extravagant bed.
I'm making this a personal challenge. I will see Alexander Lightwood again and when I do I am going to make him mine.
I chuckled. The poor boy has no idea what's coming for him.
AL
Immediately after walking through the front door of the house, I took a moment to brace myself. After all the time I'd spent walking home, I'd gotten to realize I didn't really want to speak to my mother or my sister about the incredible night I'd just had. I felt like the memory should be only mine and the questions the two of them were about to ask would be intrusive and meddling. Especially Isabelle since she's the one person who knows I'm gay.
"In here, Alexander," I heard my mother call from the living room. She was sitting on the white designer couch – surrounded by all her other designer furniture – wearing a simple black suit that extenuated her sharp features. Even though she looked as intimidating as ever, her eyes softened when I sat across from her.
"Hi," I said when she didn't speak first.
"You know I trust you, right Alexander?' That's my mom; always right to the point.
"Yeah and I really am sorry about being out for so long."
She almost didn't let me finish apologizing. "That's alright sweetheart. Just explain to me how you so greatly lost track of your time. I thought you were just going for a walk."
"Well I was, but I ran into Magnus on the sidewalk and he invited me to his place for coffee and then we started talking and I kinda fell asleep on his couch when he went into the kitchen for a sec…" I blushed as I rambled on to her about all of this because it sounded really childish coming out of my mouth. She nodded once, knowing I can pretty much fall asleep anywhere.
"Aright. Do you plan on seeing him again?" I squirmed in my seat. I could almost swear she secretly knew about my little – or not so little – crush on Magnus.
I looked down at the mahogany coffee table and busied myself with tugging on the ends of my sweater. "Um yeah, I guess. He seemed to like me."
She sighed and closed her eyes as she pinched the bridge of her nose the way she always does when she has to explain something to her children. "Dear, I know that you may enjoy that boy's company and his music helped you when-,"
"Mom, what are you talking about?" I asked quickly before she could finish the thought that would many unneeded emotions and memories into the conversation.
"Alec, you and I – actually the whole world – knows the kind of company he keeps and the choices he's made as far as lovers-,"
"Wait a minute," I said abruptly; standing up in a cross between embarrassment and rage, "Is this about how Magnus is… bi?" Of course that would be my mom's first thought. Her son can't possibly be friends with a queer right? What would happen if he rubbed off on him? That would just be unacceptable!
"Alexander-,"
"That is so typical!" I practically yelled at her. I couldn't stand being around her homophobic ass anymore and I made my legs move so I was walking away from her. "I'm going upstairs to get some more sleep. Feel free to call me if you get the urge to criticize any of my other friends!"
I didn't look back to see her face or even of she had moved; I was way too frustrated at her to even give a damn. She may be a loving mother and very good to her children but she also happened to be old fashioned and apparently 'traditional'. As in the 'a bond such as love or marriage should only be kept between a man and a woman' kind of traditional. I could just puke.
I stomped up the stairs in a huff just wanting to get to the privacy and comfort of my room. My anger was flaring so high I completely forgot about my siblings – mainly Isabelle. When I passed by the closed door of her room she must have heard me because she freaking swung that thing open like there was a fire and pulled me into her room with strength I was surprised to find out she possessed.
"Izzy, what the hel-!"
"Alexander Gideon Lightwood you will sit down right now and explain how the hell you were at Magnus fucking Bane's tonight!"
I twisted out of her grasp and looked at my younger sister like she'd gone shit-house crazy. She was wearing her sleep clothes which consisted of short shorts and a spaghetti strap tank top. Her long ebony hair was pulled back into a messy bun that left inky strands falling out at random places. I sighed. "So mom did tell you guys."
"No," she smiled slyly, "I was listening in on the conversation between you and mom had on the phone and I've been waiting for you to hurry up and get your ass home so you could tell me what happened!" Izzy knew perfectly well that I was gay and I had a (*cough*HUGE*cough*) soft spot when it came to Magnus so she was probably thinking we'd been doing the kind of stuff you'd expect Magnus Bane to be doing when he had 'company' over.
"I mean, I know you wouldn't let him get too far ever since-,"
"Izzy I'm really tired so can we do this later?" I jutted in before she – just like my mom – could bring that specific topic into the discussion when really it had no place being brought up ever again. She narrowed her eyes and forced me back to sit on her large canopy bed.
"No way in hell, big bro! I know how you feel about him and something must have happened! How did you guys even meet in the first place?"
"I was just walking when I accidentally bumped into him on the sidewalk and he introduced himself then invited me in for coffee, okay? Nothing happened between us so can I go?" I love Izzy, I really do, but after that whole confrontation with my mom all I felt like doing was crawling into bed and forgetting that there were people out there who didn't accept people like Magnus - or me for that matter. My hopes of her letting this go were shot right in the face when she crossed her arms and looked at me squarely.
"You're not leaving here until I get all the information out of you that I can, Alec. So did you guys 'get it on' or something?" She waggled her eyebrows and I blushed just from the thought of Magnus wanting to touch me like that.
"N-no!" I stammered quickly, trying to squelch all the provocative images that were no doubt running through her mind. "We didn't do anything!'
I took in her disappointed face and continued. "Who's to say he even wants to do stuff like that with me anyway? All we did was talk; he didn't try to pull anything." Oh, great. Now I sounded like I was the one who was disappointed (well maybe I was just a bit…). She smiled at me like only a sister can and sat down next to me on the dark magenta comforter.
"Alec, have you forgotten who you are? Girls as well as guys are tripping over themselves to just be in your presence. Can you really expect me to believe that Magnus didn't seem at all attracted to you?" I dropped my eyes, thinking back to when Magnus had leaned in so close I worried he would hear my heart pounding and then the pointed look he'd given me when he'd slipped his number into my back pocket. I fiddled with a loose string on my sweater and said nothing.
"See!" she laughed, bumping my shoulder with hers, "So what happened really? Did he flirt with you a lot?"
"I guess…" I made sure not to stumble with my words this time, "…he gave me his number and told me to call him."
I watched her eyes grow huge then change quickly to where she was instead looking at me like I'd already had sex with him. "Alec you do realize that the Magnificent Magnus Bane has just practically asked you out, right?"
I could feel my face getting hotter again and Izzy just laughed. "Well Thank God you're finally getting somewhere in the romantic department."
"Can I go now if you're gonna start insulting me?" I pouted.
She smiled warmly, "Yeah, you can go. Just," she started when I got up and headed towards the door, "Be careful around him, okay? Most of the relationships he's been in are really big with the press and usually end in a huge mess."
I stopped with my hand on the door and my back turned to her. "I know Izzy. I just try not to think about it."
~HSS~
Rough, cold hands pinned my weak body down against the chilled surface of the table and a slimy tongue shoved its way into my mouth when I tried to cry out. The weight of his large body crushed down on me and I couldn't help the tears from pooling in my eyes then spilling over. I squirmed, I hit him at his chest, and I bit his tongue when he pushed it back in my mouth but-
SMACK.
He backhanded me violently and I cried out in pain. He seemed to like that because he grasped my dark hair and pulled cruelly until I made a sound similar to it.
"No, no, no, no, please no!" I begged over and over again. He just pushed down on my body harder and lifted my shirt up to expose my chest. Tears where gliding down my cheeks freely now and I bit back a cry when his hand slithered into my boxers and grabbed my cock harshly.
No, no, no…please God-
"NO!"
"Alec! Alec!" I felt someone next to me, their hands holding my shoulders and lightly shaking me. Immediately, my eyes shot open and I ripped myself out of the grasp of whoever was holding me. I crawled away backwards with my heart beating erratically; ready to sprint away if it was who I thought it was.
I was more than just thankful when I saw it was only Isabelle.
She was staring at me wet eyes and she was breathing hard, looking so worried my heart broke a little. "Thank God, Alec! You scared me so bad!"
I was also breathing hard and I tried to control it but when I couldn't get it back down to normal I gave up. I wiped at my cheeks to get rid of the tear stains and when I spoke my voice was raspy. "I'm so sorry, Izzy. I…" I couldn't even finish the sentence I was so shaken up.
"You wouldn't stop screaming even when I started to shake you. I thought they weren't that bad anymore," she said in a shaky voice.
I sniffed, cleared my throat, and wiped at my eyes some more. "I th-thought so too." Actually I thought they had almost gone away completely. I hadn't had the nightmare in over two months and the last time I'd had it, I hadn't yelled out or even cried. I'd woken up after only a few moments of the torture and had been fine in just a couple of minutes. But I guess I shouldn't have let my guard down because that might have been one of the most vivid episodes my own personal hell that I'd had in two years. It hadn't seemed so real since the time they had first began.
"Shit," I cursed when I felt more tears welling up in my eyes. It was just so damn real. I was scared out of my senses and I couldn't help the frustrated tears from falling. She moved over to where I had scooted away from her and wrapped her arms around me lovingly.
"I'm so, so sorry, Alec." She had started to cry a bit as well – like she always did when she saw what the dreams did to me – and I nodded just to let her know I was listening. "You can cry if you want to."
I couldn't have loved my sister more.
She didn't leave even after I had stopped bawling. We both curled up under my midnight blue comforter facing each other like we'd done when we were kids. Isabelle stayed awake long enough to watch me fall asleep because she knew I was strong, but she also knew that sometimes I just needed someone to be around to care a little extra.
I slept soundly, knowing my baby sister would always be there when no one else heard me.
She can kill with a smile she can wound with her eyes
She can ruin your faith with her casual lies
And she only reveals what she wants you to see
She hides like a child, but she's always a woman to me
She can lead you to love she can take you or leave you
She can ask for the truth but she'll never believe you
And she'll take what you give her, as long as it's free
Yeah, she steals like a thief but she's always a woman to me
She takes care of herself
She can wait if she wants
She's ahead of her time
And she never gives out
And she never gives in
She just changes her mind
And she'll promise you more than the Garden of Eden
Then she'll carelessly cut you and laugh while you're bleedin'
But she'll bring out the best and the worst you can be
Blame it all on yourself cause she's always a woman to me
She takes care of herself
She can wait if she wants
She's ahead of her time
And she never gives out
And she never gives in
She just changes her mind
She is frequently kind and she's suddenly cruel
She can do as she pleases she's nobody's fool
And she can't be convicted she's earned her degree
And the most she will do is throw shadows at you
But she's always a woman to me
She's Always A Woman To Me- By Alec Lightwood
Hey, look at that! The plot thickened! Ya'll can probably guess what happened to Alec, right? Heehees, I'm so mean to him. =3
So… how did you like the lime? It's the first thing I've ever written that's even remotely sexual so feedback on how to make it better or if you thought it was good would be helpful =) And look... some sibling bonding snuck its way in here. If you hadn't guessed already, the song by Alec is for Isabelle- just to clear up any confusion.
Again, I thank anyone who took the time to review my last chapter and thanks for reading!
~Brina-Bot~