Chapter Three: Bitten

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Cassandra Clare.

Author's Note: This takes place when Alec is left at Magnus's while the rest of the gang visits the Fair People.

Time: City of Ashes

Genre: Drama, Romance, and Angst

Rating: PG-13

Date Finished: May 24, 2012

Magnus lead Alec to a hotdog stand on the corner of the street by his apartment. No one else was in line or is sight for that matter. It was a rare occasion for that to happen. Alec was relived. No one could see them.

Magnus stepped up and studied the menu. There was so many choices. It was worse than trying to decide what spell to use to avoid doing everyday tasks with manual labour. He looked at Alec for help. "What should I get, Alexander?"

Alec looked at the menu. "Well, what do you like?" His beautiful blue eyes stared up at Magnus.

Magnus looked at the menu. The trouble was not what he liked, but finding something that he did not like. "Well, I kind of like it all." He wanted so badly to answer the question by saying that he liked Alec. He thought that that may be rather inappropriate.

"You can order a hotdog with all of it on it," Alec suggested.

Magnus clapped Alec on the shoulder. "That is a very good idea, Alexander."

Alec noticed that the hotdog guy was giving them very strange looks. He did not blame them. Magnus's hair looked as if it had not been combed for weeks. He wore a long trench coat with red and blue polka dotted bellbottoms and a green striped shirt. Alec himself was wearing a green sweater and black jeans. Unlike Magnus, he did not like to draw attention to himself through his wardrobe.

"Are you ready to order?" the hotdog stand manger asked.

Magnus studied the menu for one final time. "Yep." He paused and got an evil look on his face. "I would like the whole lot."

The hotdog stand manger got a confused look on his face. "What?"

"The whole lot!" Magnus exclaimed.

The hotdog stand manger did not understand.

Alec cleared his throat. He thought that he had better step in before Magnus cursed the poor man. "He wants everything on it."

Magnus nodded. "That is exactly what I said." He stared the hotdog stand manger in the eye. "You looked as if you thought I was speaking a foreign language or something."

The hotdog stand manger pays no mind to Magnus. "And you?"

Alec ordered a simple hotdog with ketchup and onions.

Magnus gapped at Alec when he placed his order. "Is that it?" He did not understand how someone could order so few items on a hotdog. "Is that all you are getting on it?"

"Um, yeah," Alec said.

Magnus through his hands in the air. "Unbelievable!" He mutters a few similar words under his breath.

Alec shrugged. "I don't like to bite into a bunch of things."

Magnus had a horrified expression on his face. He was just stunned. In fact, he was almost in shock. "That is not normal. When you bite into a hotdog, it should feel like your jaws are being bitten by all of the stuff in it."

Alec raised an eyebrow. "Maybe I don't want to experience my hotdog like that."

Magnus just shook his head. "The point of eating a hotdog is to feel like you are being bitten."

Whenever Magnus said bitten, it made Alec think of being bitten by a vampire or werewolf. Being bitten by either one of those monsters was terrible. It made you just like them. Being a Downworlder would not be a fun experience. It did not sound pleasant. No, he did not to feel as if he was being bitten. He just wanted to eat and enjoy his hotdog without thinking like that.

Magnus waved his hand in front of Alec's face. "Earth to Alexander."

Alec looked at Magnus. "No, the whole point of eating a hotdog is not to feel like you are being bitten." He paused trying to collect his thoughts. "It is about enjoying what you are eating."

"Some people do enjoy being bitten," Magnus said as he stared up at the blue sky. The blueness of the sky reminded him of Alec's beautiful blue eyes. Thinking about the Shadowhunter's beautiful blue eyes made him feel blissful. "In fact, I have heard that a vampire's bite is very enjoyable-"

Alec had to cut him off. There was no way he was going to discuss their world in the middle of a mundane street. There was no way. The hotdog stand manager was not paying them any mind as he prepared their hotdogs. This was a good sign or perhaps they were just that lucky.

Alec did not know what to say. He just gave Magnus the dirtiest look he could muster and through it at the warlock. It must had been a pretty bad look, because Magnus become very quite very quickly.

After hushing Magnus up, the warlock got a daydream look on his face. He was dreaming about Alec in his battle gear and fighting to save the lives of the people he cared about. He was a fierce warrior who would not back down. He pictured a demon pinning him down and Alec coming to be his saviour. Once Alec had killed the demon, they would kiss with passion in front of everyone and not care who saw them.

And Magnus would get to stare into Alec's beautiful blue eyes.

Alec was gapping at Magnus. He was holding a hotdog in each of his hands. Magnus wondered when he had gotten them.

"What?" Magnus asked as he took his hotdog from Alec. It was piled high with everything on the menu.

"What were you thinking about?" Alec asked.

Magnus took a bite of his hotdog. It was blissful. "That's for me to know and you to find out," he said as he swallowed what he had just bitten into. "I will tell you when the time comes." He swept away from the stand and headed back toward the apartment.

Alec took a bite of his own hotdog. He guessed that he was supposed to follow.