Pandemonium: Chapter 15
Credit to Cassandra Clare for her amazing characters; credit to those creators whose characters I have taken for allusions; credit to myself for some of the characters that you've never seen before. Again, this is purely a work of fiction, blah blah blah. Y'all get the idea.
So nobody answered my questions. This sucks. I guess I'll just go on from here, but don't expect much; I'm not really feeling the need to write to an unresponsive audience.

The piercing silence that had followed Clary's statement was broken by the sound of a shattering glass.

"Mazel Tov!" shouted Magnus.

Simon simply glared at him.

It was Jace who truly broke the silence. "Clary," he said, "what do you mean by spying?"

Clary giggled and rather jubilantly explained, "My father asked me to spy on all of you so that he could find a reason or a way to have Alec removed from his position. That way I could become next in line for the throne and he would control me and tell me what to do like he always does, so in the end he gets to rule Idris like he always wanted. But I don't like him, and I don't like that plan. He's terrible. Alec would do a much better job, especially with Magnus. Those two are the cutest royal couple ever."

Alec just blushed, but Magnus' eyes had widened in a combination of fear and rage. He began to shout, "WHAT HAVE YOU TOLD HIM!? WHAT DOES HE KNOW?! DOES HE KNOW ABOUT US? ABOUT ANYTHING!?"

Clary was taken aback by his tone of voice, and couldn't respond. Not that she needed to, Jace jumped in her defense, shouting: "SHE'S DRUNK AND TIRED. SHE DOESN'T LIKE HIM. SHE HATES HIM. DON'T YOU DARE YELL AT HER!"

The hair on Magnus' back stood up and he bared his teeth at Jace, seething "If anything happens to Alexander because your dumb drunk girlfriend decided to be daddy's little girl and tell that Mafia Boss anything about anything, she's dead."

Jace didn't even take a moment to draw his dagger and step in front of Magnus, threatening to knife him then and there. He coldly whispered, "I don't care what you are to Alec; if you lay a hand on her you'll be dead so fast, the glitter will still be in the air from when you moved your arm to touch her."

The silence in the air was dead and heavy.

Alec was too stunned to do anything, so it was Izzy who took control of the situation.

She gently put glass down, and walked up to the two of them. In one deft movement, both Jace and Magnus were on opposite sides of the room, sprawled across the floor with bewildered looks on their faces.

The prize for most bewildered look, however, went to none other than Simon, who was extremely surprised by his date's physical abilities (which far surpassed his own). In his surprise he took a step back and broke the glass that Izzy had so gently placed down.

Magnus chortled and shouted "L'Chaim!"

Finally, Alec snapped out of his daze and gave a cold look to Clary, who still had no idea what was going on. He walked over to Jace and helped him up (which got him a very sad puppy-dog look from Magnus), then he gruffly said, "Take Clary back to her rooms and make sure she gets to sleep safely. We'll all talk about this tomorrow when we're less inebriated."

He then turned his attention to Izzy and Simon, he told them that it was time to end the party and go back to their respective rooms. Seeing that Alec was close to seething, they obliged and left him.

Alec then turned to Magnus, who as it turned out couldn't hold his liquor quite as well as it seemed; he was a bit tipsy. Smiling a little too gleefully, he said, "Alexander Gideon Lightwood, that commanding tone of yours is making me very aroused. Command me some more."

"Magnus, you're drunk."

"Not nearly enough darling. My vision isn't blurry because you still look like the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

Alec couldn't help blushing at that. Realizing that Magnus was in no state to leave the palace, or even make it down the stairs, he pulled him to his feet and started dragging him to his room.

"Alexander! You have to ask my permission before you ravage me! But you know you have my permission. You always have."

Alec was even more pink at the thought of this, but he gently put Magnus on to his bed.

"I can't sleep with all these clothes on, I'll die under the covers and it will be very uncomfortable."

"Absolutely not. You're drunk and not thinking clearly. You will keep your clothes on, Magnus."

"Oh I promise I won't do anything to you. I would never threaten your virtue, blue-eyes. You're too important to me."

A bit reluctantly-though not all that reluctantly since Alec had a burning desire to see Magnus devoid of clothing-Alec removed Magnus' outerwear leaving him bare chested and in his underwear. One thing was very clear: Magnus was very well endowed and clearly had a burning desire. More than that though, Magnus was more beautiful than Alec could have ever imagined. His skin was tawny and stretched beautifully over his extremely well toned muscles. Inebriated as he was, Magnus still looked like a sexually ravenous panther lying down in Alec's bed.

"Oh you're not going to sleep like that are you, Alexander? If you get to see me like this, I get to see you like this. Take it off."

Alec turned a dark shade of magenta that was probably extremely unhealthy. Alec couldn't do something like this. It was too scandalous. He silently shook his head, denying Magnus' request.

Magnus batted his eyelashes and tried his very best to convince Alec into taking his clothes off, but it was to no avail. Then Magnus got up, angrily and started to pick up his clothes.

Nearly growling he said, "Fine then, stare at me all you like, use me for your little kisses as much as you want because that's what I am to you isn't it, a little plaything to throw away when the time comes to rule Idris. And you actually had me fooled there for a little, but you're just as bad as the rest. Goodnight, Alexander."

Alec whimpered. He never imagined that Magnus could feel like that. He never wanted Magnus to feel like that. And most certainly of all, he did not feel that way about Magnus.

He stopped Magnus in his tracks and kissed him firmly on the lips. At first, Magnus was entirely unresponsive; he didn't even close his eyes, instead he gave Alec a cold stare that effectively said, "Keep on proving me right, blue-eyes."

But then, to Magnus' surprise, Alec began to move them back towards the bed. In the meantime, he gently guided Magnus' hands to the hem of his shirt, allowing Magnus to slowly pull it up over his head. Then Alec did something that even surprised himself; he broke off the kiss and began to move down to Magnus' neck, at first just kissing, then slowly nibbling, and eventually biting gently. The taste of Magnus' skin in his mouth was tantalizing. In response, Magnus began to moan deeply, saying "mmmmmmm, Alec." Alec responded, by moving down to the base of Magnus' throat and suckling the soft skin right above his chest. Magnus' eyes lit up with a fiery desire heretofore unseen by anyone, even Magnus himself. He deftly lifted Alec up, and flipped him onto his back. Magnus attacked Alec's neck, kissing, nibbling, and even biting (not so gently, but oh so pleasurably) his neck. Then Magnus moved down to Alec's collarbones, which had been arousing him since he first walked in that night. Slowly, with kisses and little nibbles, Magnus made his way down Alec's chest. He took a particular amount of time to kiss Alec's nipples and to lick them ever so gently, making sure that Alec's entire body shivered underneath his, and that he would call out, rather loudly, "Magnus!"

The sound of Alec moaning his name made Magnus even more aroused, unable to help himself, he moved down to Alec's stomach, kissing and nibbling down to his waist line. Then in a deft movement involving just his teeth, he successfully removed Alec's trousers, leaving Alec in a similar state of undress as himself. Alec's body was more beautiful than anything Magnus' imagination could have conjured. In addition to having skin the color of moonlight and muscles so well defined that they made Magnus rage with desire, Alec's body was covered in the smallest scars and silver markings, each making him glisten in the slow light, showing off different angles of his adonis like beauty. Of course Magnus noticed none of that. His entire concentration was driven to the small dark patch of hair that extended down from Alec's navel underneath the waistband of his underwear and beyond to the place where he noticed that Alec was very generously endowed, and extremely aroused.

Magnus moved his lips to Alec's waistband, and slowly began to pull back with his teeth...

"No," Alec whispered faintly. He wasn't ready for that. He couldn't do it.

There was faint glimmer of anger in Magnus' eyes, but it was slowly replaced by understanding; Alec would have to come to terms with this in his own way. For now, Magnus was content with having Alec nearly entirely naked in his arms.

Still a little drunk, Magnus watched as his beautiful blue-eyed angel fell asleep in his arms. He had never seen anyone so delicate in his life, anyone so breakable. This was how the belonged, though maybe without the thin fabric blocking their nether regions.

Not entirely sure if his boyfriend was asleep, Magnus softly said, "Alexander, I love you."