Pandemonium: Chapter 12

As usual, I'd like to take a moment to point out that the majority of the characters depicted herein are the sole property of Cassandra Clare; it is also important to give credit to those authors and creators whose characters I have borrowed for some of the allusions in my story.
I'd like to apologize for part of last chapter. I hope Alec's existential nihilism wasn't too depressing for you. It does serve a purpose for later chapters. Additionally, you might want to know that the quote during the existential nihilism part is from the wonderful Samuel Beckett play Waiting for Godot. Finally, I'd once again like to beg for reviews. Enjoy!

Magnus began to chortle. Well it started that way at least; within a few seconds, that light chortle became a full throated laugh.

Alec turned pink, covered his face with his hands in shame. "What have I done?" he thought to himself. "I've made a fool of myself, and now I'm even more ruined than I already was."

Magnus abruptly stopped laughing, and said in a low husky voice, "You know blue-eyes, you're incredibly cute looking when you do that. It makes you just oh so irresistible."

Alec's inner voice began to question again. "Me? Irresistible? The only thing about me that is irresistible is the irresistible need to punch me in the face."

Magnus took one long, dainty, well manicured, finger, and pulled his chin up. Then he gave Alec a light, chaste kiss on the lips signifying that Alec was in fact, not dreaming.

Magnus picked Alec up, and gently lowered him on his lap. Alec found that his head fit in perfectly in the crook of Magnus' neck, so he placed it there. For a while, the two of them just sat there, comfortably sitting together, reveling in the newfangled emotions that were coursing through their minds and veins. They hadn't realized they'd been sitting for so long because they were interrupted from their silent thoughts by a knock on the door.

"It's me" Izzy said, "Let me in."

Neither of them were willing to leave from their respective positions. It was simply too comfortable. Magnus was giving Alec a warmth he had never felt before. Nonetheless, the Alec eventually got up, unruffled his clothes, and opened the door.

Izzy flew into the room, and started babbling once more. She kept on talking about discretion, and dates, and dress. To Alec's surprise, Magnus quickly responded to all of Izzy's points, especially the one about dress. Apparently, unbeknownst to Alec, he dressed poorly. Then Magnus said something that gave Alec a big shock.

"If you're going to be my secret boyfriend, my paramour even, then I expect you to dress nicely."

"P-p-p-paramour?" Alec asked as he once again turned a bright shade of pink.

"Well yes, blue-eyes" replied Magnus. "That's what we're going to be, right?"

Alec didn't know what to say. Half an hour ago, he was in his room crying about the fact that Magnus had kissed him, and now here he was about to call Magnus his paramour? For him, it was utter insanity, yet he couldn't resist the temptation to say yes. The thought of having Magnus all to himself, to call him his paramour was too enticing for Alec to let go.

Rather than express himself verbally, he did the only thing he could think of. Alec walked up to Magnus and kissed him on the lips, letting him know in no uncertain terms that he agreed wholeheartedly.

It took him a second to realize that his sister was standing right there, mouth agape.

Alec became scarlet and started mumbling, "I-i-i-i uhh Izzy, I-I-I-uhm..."

Izzy laughed and then said, "Oh shut up, you! I thought that was adorable. You two are the cutest things ever, even if you cant dress yourself."

Alec let out a nervous smile, but at the same time rolled his eyes at Izzy.

Then the door blasted open, with Jace storming in, dagger blazing, and eyes staring daggers straight at Magnus.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER!?" He demanded accusingly of Magnus.

Magnus, calmly and rather cooly said, "Hey goldie locks, try to not use ambiguous pronouns. Who are you talking about?"

Jace looked at Magnus with rage and contrition. Nobody had ever called him something so childish before, and then insulted his grammar on top of that. He stammered in rage, "C-c-c-c-clary! She says she won't see me today, and to ask you why!"

Magnus chuckled, and gave a knowing glance at Alec. Then with a grin he said, "She just needs a moment to breathe. It's been a hectic two days for her, especially after yesterday."

Jace glared at Magnus, unconvinced, and still pointing the dagger at him.

"You know," chimed in Izzy "I could talk to her. After all, she may need some womanly conversation, and I don't think batty old Queen Charlotte would be any help."

With that, Jace lowered his dagger, and mutedly agreed that Izzy was probably right. Then he swiftly turned to Alec and said, "So why are you here anyway?"

Alec's cheeks flushed immediately. He hadn't expected Jace to notice him here, or worse ask the question. He quickly said, "Magnus and I had some-uh-business to attend to."

Jace relaxed, and Alec relaxed with him. Jace simply nodded, glared at Magnus, and then left the room.

Izzy quickly said, "Well I have to have some girl talk time with Clary, so I guess I'll just leave you two to your 'business.'"

As she walked out of the room, she gave Alec a small wink, which only made him turn a deeper shade of red, bordering magenta even at this point.

Magnus then quickly grabbed Alec by the waist and pulled him closer. He immediately planted his lips on Alec's. He meant business.

They kissed with the ferocity of two lovers who had been separated by leagues; the passion between them was so high and tense, that they barely took the time to pull back and breathe. At first it was a contest of whose tongue would claim the other's mouth, but soon it became clear that Magnus had the upper hand. He devoured every part of Alec, taking in his scent, feeling Alec's hands shake around his back, and even hearing the sound of Alec moan softly from the masterful movements his tongue was making in his mouth. Slowly, Magnus put his hands to Alec's shirt, and started to lift it up from the hem, giving him just the slightest glimpse of Alec's moon pale skin and the strong defined angles that made his muscular stomach.

Then Alec pulled back, started panting, and looked away from Magnus. He spoke softly and said, "I-I-I-I don't think I'm ready for that yet."

Magnus embraced him tightly, letting Alec take in all of him, from his well defined muscles to his extremely pungent scent of sandalwood.

"Whatever you want darling, I'm yours entirely, you tell me what you want, and it's yours."

For some reason, Alec's face turned another shade of red. Then he quietly said, "I have to go. I can't be the master of my domain for much longer."

Magnus frowned a little. But then he immediately cheered up, and said "I'll be thinking of you. Especially when I go to my bedroom." The last part was accompanied by a wink.

Alec seemed so flustered at this point, that the only thing he could think of doing, was running out the door, which he promptly did, but not before looking at Magnus, who blew him a kiss.

Magnus sat back at his table, and tried to pick the papers back up again. He even tried to go back to work, but it was to no avail. His mind wouldn't stop wandering from Alec. No, not Alec, Alec was the prince he served; Alexander, that was the boy he kissed; that was the boy who was his paramour; that was the boy, though he wasn't aware of it then, who would drive him mad with love, an emotion he thought he would never feel again.

It was then that Magnus too realized that he could no longer be the master of his domain. Ever since Alec had walked into his office and kissed him, he had been raging with desire. It was incredibly difficult to control himself; the worst was when Alec was sitting on his lap. At that point, he was shifting ever so slightly, so that Alec wouldn't notice that he was sitting on something a little too hard to be Magnus' leg.

Magnus quickly walked out of his office, and nearly ran out of the palace. His house was a ways away in The City of Fallen Angels. "There's irony to that," Magnus thought, "I'm madly infatuated with a fallen angel."

Magnus burst into his house, and shoved open his door.

He didn't even bother removing his clothes fully, instead he quickly landed on his bed and set his erection free. Unable to control himself anymore, Magnus set to vigorously thrusting his hand back and forth, each moment imagining different visions of Alexander, his beautiful blue eyes, the way he blushed at almost anything, the softness of his voice, the unsure way in which he carried himself, the cute way he looked at boys' asses when he thought nobody was looking, his own beautiful round, firm ass, his dark, anguished angular face, the delicate taste of his lips, the way he moaned ever so softly during a deep kiss.

Before Magnus could even realize how far things had gotten, he was moaning loudly, calling out Alexander's name, and pumping furiously. His imagination turned to Alexander right that moment, who, for all Magnus could tell, was engaging in the same exact action, who was-hopefully-thinking of him in the same way.

This thought drove Magnus over the edge, and like a river cascading over a cliff to the bottom of a lake, Magnus let out a loud ragged moan and watched as he released himself everywhere. He found his penis pulsating in his hand, ejecting semen in a way that he had never felt before. His clothes were ruined, covered in stains, but he didn't care.

The only thing he cared about was Alexander.

-Somewhat Concurrently-

Alec ran into his antechamber, where he found his sister standing over the couch, looking at different outfits.

Izzy turned when he entered and lifted up a skinny, sheer black dress, and asked, "Do you think this will look good for your ball?"

Alec was too hot and bothered to answer.

Then Izzy walked up to his shoulder and rubbed something off of him. She showed him her hand; it was covered in glitter. Izzy started laughing. She jubilantly said, "You're covered in the stuff! It's adorable, and you even smell a little like him too!"

Upon hearing this, Alec quickly ran to the bathroom and drew himself a bath. There was no way he could go to the rest of his meetings looking and smelling of Magnus. It was too obvious. Despite that Alec still secretly harbored feelings of elation. He loved the idea of smelling like Magnus, of having some of his glitter on him. It made them closer, even if they were so far away.

Alec quickly undressed and entered the tub. Unfortunately he couldn't fail to notice that his desire for Magnus was extremely evident. As he sat in the tub, he realized that he couldn't be the master of his domain for much longer, so instead he quickly began to recall the kiss, and rub his hand back and forth. The taste of Magnus' lips on his own; the way that Magnus growled like a panther; the way his eyes bored holes deep into Alec's soul; the delicate, yet strong contours of Magnus' shoulders and back; the way that Magnus could make him so hard from even the slightest touch.

Alec's desire was more urgent than he must have realized because in that instant he released everywhere with a loud moan. He found his penis pulsating in his hand, spewing forth his semen all over the tub and his naked body.

Even after cleaning himself and making sure that he didn't smell of sandalwood, Alec stayed in the tub. The water was warm, like Magnus' embrace.

That was where Alec felt safe. For the first time in his life, he had felt warm and safe, and it was only in one place: Magnus' arms.