Crazypoptartdude: aw Malec indeed. Ah, I can't tell you that unfortunately. I'm writing more, okay? Ahaha. And I have no life either, so it's fine! Hahaha.
riley207: Sorryyyyy. Here, have a quick update to make up for it aha.
eva: I dont know what you mean, maybe it's just me being tired and dumb *shrugs*.
screamtaylor: Thank you! It makes me so happy to get compliments on my writing. Maybe. Probably.
Guest: thank youuuu
SuShadowhunter From Ravenclaw: ahaha can't tell you. She kinda tests him to see how far he go with her and I think it's pretty amusing, too, haha.
ToffeeandFudge: If you insist.
Guys ily lots but you aren't gonna find out who 'Your Majesty' is in this chapter and full-on Malec won't happen for a while purely because of Alec's mindset. Just a heads up.
MagnusPOV
I have never spent so much time with a gay male that isn't going to 'help me out' sexually or romantically. Granted, I've had more sexual encounters that romantic. But this one was truly a mystery. I sighed and took a gulp of coffee, revelling in the feel of it burning down my throat.
"How'd you sleep?" I asked Alexander as he limping into the living room, still looking half asleep. His walking was better than yesterday but the limp would be there for another few days, maybe a week.
"I need coffee." He yawned- adorably.
I held up a Starbucks take out cup and he made a noise which I assumed to be out of gratitude. He took his first sip of the hot coffee and moaned around it, his eyes shut tight. I turned my attention back to Project Runway. Seeing Alexander moan like that would only do things to me which would make this situation a whole lot more awkward. Well, I'm sure he'd feel more awkward than me.
"Wait, why are you still in my house?"
I rolled my eyes. This whole "I don't need help, I can take care of myself" thing was quite tedious. Turning back to him I found him already looking at me. I replied, "To help you. And get you coffee."
He smiled slightly. "Yeah, I needed this."
I let out a small laugh. "Me too. If I didn't have it, I would've probably gone back to bed."
He frowned. "Where are you sleeping? I hope you don't go back every night-"
I patted the couch. "No, I sleep here. You said I could when I got you into your place on that night. You know, before you passed out of course."
He nodded.
"I bet Chairman Meow is missing me. Or rather, missing me putting on his favourite shows. He loves this." I pointed to the screen. It's true, he loves Project Runway. Possibly more than I do.
"Chairman Meow?"
"My cat."
"Your cat likes reality TV?" I could tell he was trying not to laugh.
I narrowed my eyes. "Yes. BTW I can detect the amusement in your voice, Alexander, and I don't appreciate it."
A grin worked its way onto his lips. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It just seems a little... odd."
"Do I seem anything other than odd?" I gestured to my outfit- which was fabulously put together if I do say so myself.
He shook his head still grinning and I couldn't help but smile along with him thinking about how glad I was that he was allowing himself to relax.
JACEPOV
"Can this car go any faster?"
"Probably."
Clary turned to me from the passenger seat with a blank face. "Then why aren't you going faster?"
"Listen, doll face, we've got 60 kilos of cocaine in the back of the fucking car, we can't afford to get pulled over by the popo."
"Ye-," Clary frowned. "Did you just say "popo"?"
"Maybe."
Clary shook her head and muttered "Whatever."
"So that's all the coke gone." I said counting all the money in the living room. Quite a good profit considering we didn't pay for it.
"Thank fuck. That greasy guy in the alleyway of Taki's tried to cop a feel." Clary fake gagged.
"I'm just glad I have my spare room empty. That reminds me: don't you think you should head over to your place? You know, pack some stuff for moving in?" I handed her her half.
"Yeah, true." Clary replied taking the wad of notes I handed to her.
"It was a pleasure doing business with you, doll face."
"Save the smooth talk," Clary counted her half. "Okay, I'll go pack. I'll be back in a few hours."
"Fabulous." I said mockingly. The scowl on her face indicated that she caught my tone.
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GENERALPOV
Clary put her bags down on the sofa then walked into the kitchen in search for Jace. "Yo, I'm ba- Oh, for fuck's sake, I was gone for two goddamned hours."
"Oh, A-are you Ben's girlfriend? He didn't say anything a-about a girlfriend, I swear!" The naked girl standing in the middle of Jace's kitchen said.
"Ben? Oh, Ben." Clary had just remembered the Don't Tell One Night Stands Your Name rule. "Yeah, no, I'm not his girlfriend. Although, I don't appreciate seeing a naked female randomly appear in the place I'm living in." She paused a second before adding, "Male, yes. Female, no."
Then, Jace walked out naked.
Clary shielded her eyes. "FUCK, I TAKE IT BACK I TAKE IT BACK."
"You sure about that, baby?"
"Do not call me that when you're standing there naked, it brings up all kinds of images-"
"I'm not impartial to a threesome."
Clary uncovered her eyes to roll her eyes at Jace. "Oh yeah, great idea," she turned to the girl. "Are you joining?"
The girl scurried out of the room to get her clothes without another word. Jace winked at Clary then followed.
"OI, BEN, I DOUBT SHE WANTED YOU TO FOLLOW FOR ONE LAST QUICKIE." Clary started eating an apple she picked out of the fruit bowl and sat on the worktop.
The girl ran past Clary a few seconds later, albeit fully clothed, straight out of the door.
Jace walked out shirtless and stood in front of Clary. He sighed dramatically. "Doll face, I thought we were friends and then you go and scare away my company."
Clary narrowed her eyes. "What was her name, Ben?"
Jace didn't miss a beat. "Charlotte."
"Wrong. Aline."
Jace frowned. "How do you know?"
"She's Sebastian's sister, you dick." She said through laughs.
"She is? How do you know?"
Clary's laughter had died off and she shrugged. "I like to do my research. On you and your gang."
Jace tensed slightly. "Me? What did you find on me?"
"Honestly?" Jace nodded. "Fuck all. You're sneaky, I'll give you that."
Jace relaxed slightly and he leaned forward so his hands rested on either side of Clary's hips. "Anything else to give me, baby?"
"You're insatiable, Herondale." Clary said then grabbed his face and kissed Jace passionately but, surprisingly, gently. Jace was initially surprised but kissed her back with just as much passion and gentleness. She pulled back slowly after a moment then patted his cheek and whispered, "That's all you're getting, Ben."
The raven-haired young man was struck by how handsome the man in front of him was. He was undoubtedly straight but it was a focal point as soon as you saw him. His strong jawline, his black eyes, his high cheekbones and his hair. His white hair that wasn't white out of old age, it was simply a very pale blonde. All in all, he looked like some sort of Snow King. King being the operative word by how he was told to address him; "sire", "your majesty", "sir".
He was nervous. Incredibly. He was happy he has no nervous traits at that point in time because the sire would have chewed him up and spat him out.
They stared at each other for a moment until the Snow King- as the dark-haired man had mentally named him- spoke up. "This had better be good, boy, I do not have patience for time wasters."
The dark-haired man cleared his throat and took a deep breath. "Your Majesty," the boy said, in an attempt to butter up the regal looking man sat at the mahogany desk. "I think I could aid you in your search."