Even after having Ragnor stay at his house almost the whole day, making it literally impossible for Alec to get to the apartment and clear out all evidence, the place was squeaky clean when Magnus and Ragnor got home.

It was completely vacant. There weren't even clementines in the fridge anymore.

"This is complete bullshit!" Ragnor snapped. "Look at the fucking bookshelves!"

The bookshelves were cleared of all books, just like the couch and bed were cleared of sheets and the guitar was gone. Any sort of object that a person would touch was gone, even the frickin' potted plants.

"This is insane," Magnus muttered. "And so thorough, holy crap."

"I don't understand!" Ragnor cried. "How would he know?"

Well, Magnus knew the answer to that question. Magnus figured Alec just texted Jace or something after Ragnor's outburst. And if Ragnor ever found out about everything else Magnus hadn't spoken up about, Magnus could and would be tried for withholding information.

Geez, this was so annoying.

"Whatever, let's just go," Magnus said. "I called the station, they're sending over agents to search for fingerprints."

Ragnor looked despairingly around the room. "They probably won't find any."

Judging by the strong scent of lysol that hung in the air, Magnus agreed. Jace was good, he'd give him that.

Or maybe it was Isabelle.

Maybe it was Max?

Ugh, Magnus' head hurt.

"What do we even do at this point?" Ragnor whined. "Magnus, this sucks."

"Whether we like it or not, the deal is when we'll really get ahead on things," Magnus mused. "We'll capture Guzmán and Alec at the same time-"

"Alec?"

"Uh. Yeah. Alexander."

"Okay, what the fuck is Alec?"

Magnus groaned. Of course he had to go and do something stupid. "It's what his siblings called him. You know, when they captured me."

Ragnor was still giving him a funny look and Magnus didn't blame him. "Okay…no more nicknaming the criminal we're gonna arrest."

Magnus shrugged and gave him a charming grin.

Ragnor rolled his eyes.

Magnus ended up dropping Ragnor off at his own house and, by the time he got back to his own apartment, it was half past six. Alec had had plenty of time to leave.

Magnus stepped into his home and hung up his coat, took off his shoes, and walked in on Alec daintily sprinkling cheese into a frying pan. His hair was wet.

Magnus let out a deep sigh. "Should I even ask?"

Alec glanced over at him and smiled. "You could, if you wanted to."

Magnus cleared his throat. "Why are you here-still?"

Alec pointed at the frying pan. "I wanted to make an omelette."

"You can't make an omelette in the comfort of your own home?"

"We're out of eggs."

"Ah."

Magnus sat at the counter and stared at his hands. This was his life now. Living a lie to his best friend and co-worker, then coming home to a criminal he was trying to get arrested. If they were in Phineas and Ferb, Alec would be his nemesis. Alec was the Joker to his Batman! The Stanley to his Dorothy Zbornak! The Eggman to his Sonic! The Bowser to his-

"Want an omelette?"

"...Sure."

Alec smiled, seemingly genuinely happy. "It won't disappoint. I can actually cook, unlike my sister."

This dude ran a business that illegally distributed cocaine to all of New York.

He, like, was a criminal.

He was a bad guy.

"Hey, Mags, you okay? You look like you're having an existential crisis or something. Or contemplating something deeply. Or something."

Magnus made a pained noise. "You sell cocaine to all of New York!"

"And parts of Chicago."

"You're a criminal! You- I need to put you in prison! You deserve to be put in prison! But you...you're just…" Magnus groaned and dropped his head onto the table.

"Do you want to break up?"

Magnus growled and glared. Alec snickered.

"Well, thanks for that pointless tirade, Kyle Broflovski," Alec said, giving him a salute. "Cheer up! Have some eggs."

Magnus stared at the omelette Alec placed in front of him. It looked really good. Like, mouthwatering good. And Magnus wasn't even an omelette kind of guy. "Thanks."

Alec put his plate down and sat across from Magnus. "No problem." He got up, opened up the fridge, and pulled out some orange juice. "OJ?"

"Sure."

Alec poured two glasses and handed one to Magnus. He grabbed a candle that Magnus always had lit by the oven and put it in between them. Alec sat down across from Magnus and grabbed Magnus' hand. "Thanks for coming out with me tonight-"

"Oh my God!" Magnus couldn't help it, he burst into laughter. "Put the candle back, you idiot."

Alec grinned and moved it to the side. "I'm smooth though, right?"

"As sandpaper."

Alec pouted, but it was taken over by a goofy smile. "C'mon, try it! I promise, it'll be good. I had to learn how to cook after Izzy gave Jace food poisoning."

Magnus held up a finger. "I've gotta clean my palette." He took a giant sip of orange juice.

"Ready, Alton Brown?" Alec asked with raised eyebrows.

Magnus scoffed. "He's the host, not the judge. Duh." He readied his fork, but then-

"Wait, wait!"

Magnus paused, fork poised, eyebrow raised.

"Let me feed you," Alec said.

Magnus stared.

Alec shrugged.

Magnus glared.

Alec stuck out his bottom lip and goddamn did it look cute.

"Ugh, fine."

"Cool!" Alec grabbed the fork from Magnus' hands and there were fun little tingles when their fingers brushed. "Close your eyes."

Alec could pull a gun on him or take him hostage or shove cocaine down his throat.

Magnus closed his eyes and waited.

Almost timidly, he felt the fork press against his lips. Magnus opened his mouth and took the bite of omelette that was on it.

"Whoa!" Magnus' eyes opened. "That's actually really good! Holy crap!"

Alec practically lit up. "Max likes when I make him omelettes."

"Geez, you should be a chef or something. I taste seasoning I didn't even know I had."

A small dimple appeared in Alec's right cheek with the force of his smile. "You really like it?"

Magnus nodded. "Why do you deal cocaine when you could open your own restaurant? And with your voice, you could provide live music!"

Alec scoffed. "Allegedly deal cocaine-"

"I actually vividly recall you giving cocaine to a guy in a dark ally."

"Pssh, yeah right. And then you hit your head, so obviously you aren't remembering correctly. I was giving him candy."

Magnus gave him a level stare. "That's just as sketchy. If not more."

Alec's smile was angelic. "But not illegal." He batted his lashes and Magnus was more than positive he learned that move from Jace. But damn, it was hot.

"Okay, two seconds ago you were an innocent blushing maiden-"

"I did not blush!"

"-and now you're being annoying," Magnus pouted. Alec's mood swings from happy chef to snarky drug dealer and occasionally to the paranoid dude trying to avoid the cops was very tiring. But also intriguing. And maybe hot. Maybe.

"Hey, two seconds ago you were telling me that I'm incredible at everything," Alec shrugged.

"Not everything. Just cooking and singing. And being annoying."

"I'm annoying!" Alec complained, but the cute tilt to his smile showed that he was more amused than anything. "You're the one who cracked an egg on my head." He pointed to his wet hair. "By the way, I used your shower."

"Mm, that's why you smell good for once," Magnus teased. Alec did smell good. He smelled like sandalwood shampoo.

"For once?"

"Mm. Normally you smell like street sewers and sin."

"Sexy."

"No, not really. You smell like cocaine too, sometimes."

Alec cracked a smile and raised an eyebrow. "Oh, sure. Mr. Upstanding Cop knows what cocaine smells like. I bet you've never even been around it."

Magnus shrugged. "Sure I have." He remembered plenty of college parties where the stuff was passed around like it was Fun Dip or something. Magnus had always kept away from it. Now the alcohol on the other hand...

"As evidence?" Alec asked, interrupting Magnus' reminiscing.

"Nope. At parties."

Alec laughed. "You? Parties?" He paused and stared at Magnus for a second. "Actually, I can see that. I figured all that makeup was a clue that you're gay, but I suppose it does scream party animal as well."

All that makeup? Magnus was wearing just a little bit of eyeliner! Well, maybe more than a little. Either way, it was sexy.

"I'm bi," Magnus grumbled, deciding to ignore Alec's makeup comment.

Alec shrugged and grinned. "Gay, bi, doesn't matter. Doesn't change the fact that you're only attracted to me."

There it was again. That attitude that Magnus was sure he'd picked up from Jace.

"Cocky are you? Maybe I'm not." Magnus crossed his arms and Alec gave him a teasing smile around a bite of omelette. He swallowed and Magnus watched his adam's apple dip. Why was that so cute? Ugh!

"If I were to kiss you right now, you'd kiss me back."

Magnus shook his head.

Alec smiled and leaned in.

When their lips met, Magnus knew he was a goner. There was just something so painfully addicting about Alec's soft lips and the way they fit so perfectly against Magnus' own. It was so endearing, the way the big bad criminal would start off strong, determined, and the second their lips touched, he allowed Magnus to take over and guide him. Alec was obviously not much of a kisser, but he let Magnus take control and teach him. And, hot damn, did he know how to pick up on stuff fast.

Alec pulled away quickly, brilliant blue eyes heavy-lidded and mouth parted. Magnus was concerned, until Alec stood up and moved around the table.

Their lips met again and Magnus dragged Alec closer by his thin hips. His thumbs teased the skin right under Alec's belt buckle. He even had a defined v-line, which turned Magnus on more than it should have.

Alec's fingers twisted in Magnus' hair and pulled, dragging a low moan from Magnus' throat. Alec pressed his forehead against Magnus' and whispered against his lips, "You like that? When I pull your hair?"

It was an honest question, but to Magnus it sounded like something a porn star would say.

"Yeah," Magnus sighed, and Alec twisted just a little bit harder.

Magnus dragged the bottom of Alec's shirt up and over his head, barely breaking their kissing just to get it off. He let his hands explore Alec's hard biceps and his sculpted torso that narrowed to a perfectly slim waist. He was sexy.

Magnus never wanted this to end.

The thought came with the jolting realization that yes, it would end, and the night would bring tomorrow; the day of the deal.

The day that the police were going to capture Alec.

And Alec had no idea.

Suddenly feeling queasy, Magnus pulled away.

"Magnus?" Alec's voice was like glass; strong, but about to crack.

Magnus cleared his throat and pulled away. "Um, maybe you should go?" It wasn't supposed to sound like a question. "You should go."

Alec cleared his throat, suddenly looking awkward and out of place. "Uh, okay?" He ran his fingers through his messy black hair.

"Sorry," Magnus said, not sure why. "I just-"

Alec waved a hand. "I get it." He didn't look upset, he just looked disappointed. He tried to cover it with a weak smile. "See you 'round, fuzzy boy."

He moved to the door and grabbed the handle, sleeve over his fingers. Magnus stared at his hand.

"Told you you'd let me kiss you," Alec teased. He tipped his imaginary hat and slipped out the door.

Magnus started at the door knob. Alec had grabbed it with his sleeve; he didn't want to leave finger prints. He didn't want to leave any trace of himself for the police to find.

Magnus eyes drifted towards the kitchen. To the fork Alec had been using. The pan handle that he'd held. The goddamn spatula. All without a sleeve. All with his bare fingers.

Wordlessly, Magnus grabbed each separate utensil and dropped them in the dishwasher.

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