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“Alec we need-”
“I’m going!”
Alec’s rage made Izzy stop in her tracks. He looked ready to burst and this just seemed to be a trailer of his pent up frustration.
“Wait where are you going?!” Her heels clicked on the wooden floorboard as she round the corner to the fighting area.
“I don’t know okay! Just... just somewhere away from all this!” his hands were shaking as he put on his royal blue shirt.
Izzy sighed. She knew this was coming after all she only told him it's only a matter of time.
“Fine. But if you gonna go to your boyfriend please put on that leather jackets he likes the most.” She winked and laughed as pink tinted her brother’s cheeks.
“He’s not-”
“Yes yes I know. He’s not your boyfriend, just the person whom you kissed in front of everyone and in whose presence you are reduced to a blabbering mess. Don’t you wanna return the favour?” She asked as her brain listed all the things her adorably shy and sexy bro can put on.
“Huh?”
“What? Don’t tell me you don’t wanna see the high warlock stuttering just because of your looks hmm? Oh come on big bro, you have it in your sexy body to make him drool. And I know the perfect thing Magnus would like you to put on. Orrr, which Magnus would love to remove.”
Her giggle was the answer to Alec’s rosy cheeks. Well, he thought, it isn’t that bad. I like him so he’s worth it.
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Okay I take it back. Nothing is worth this!
Izzy had explicitly described all dos and don’ts and Alec was ready to throw himself on a sword.
Finally, after what seemed like a century, Alec came out of the Institute. He was much paler due to the excess flow of his blood to his face because he just realized, his sister was too frank. A mental note to self, Alec thought, never listen to sisters. They can kill you without leaving a trace.
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When the Shadowhunter finally entered Magnus’s flat using the key Magnus has given him (it was too soon but as Magnus has said, “You already unlocked my heart dear. What’s a door to stop you?”), he was sure he can at least take Magnus by surprise, but he was thrice sure he’ll faint with all the blood leaving his heart and going many places.
He proceeded into the barely lit room, his jeans making him feel cramped. Hell why did he listen to izzy? She had put him into a skin-tight “glamorous” black jeans with thin and equally tight deep purple T-shirt. His black jacket and boots were unchanged but his face, God his face! What is Magnus doesn’t like it? I'm sure as hell looking like a walking mannequin trying to act like Adam Lambert. He was wearing kajal and slightly thick and messy eyeliner giving his eyes a smoky look, bringing out his eyes like the ethereal blue moon in the midnight sky. Hmm maybe I’m not looking that bad, I mean, if he likes me in old faded clothes the-
Unfortunately all his thoughts were deleted from his brain; probably his brain too was blasted because what he saw from the window was far more enticing than the New York view.
There standing by the balcony shirtless was none other than Magnus freaking Bane! His right hand was extended and left in an arc above his head, as if practising some kind of fighting art. And by the angel those biceps and muscles!
He probably must have made some noise (Angel, please don’t let that sound be like of dying cat) because Magnus dropped his hands and turned, so gracefully as if he was dancing.
“Um hey.” Both were fixated on others body- one covered in surprising themes while other, well, if you consider as sinfully low lying yoga pants a clothing then yeah, was kinda in a state of undress (with which Alec is completely okay).
“Alexander, what a surprise my Angel! Didn’t anyone told you warlocks are bad people, they love to own and ravish special beauties.” The warlock licked his lips as he eyed his innocent Angel. Alec biting his lips does not helped him in any way. It only smudged his light rosy pink lipstick, averting Magnus’ eyes to those delicious lips.
“Uh what... what were you doing?” he gingerly sat on the couch, the purple curtains were suddenly his centre of attention.
“Practising some former arts I learned back in Indonesia. It's called Pencak Silat. Wanted to flex my muscles.” As if to prove his point he stretched his arms above his head, taunt and perfectly tanned muscles grabbing Alec’s full attention. His mouth was suddenly dry as he licked his lips and bit down on it.
“want a drink.” Magnus offered with a smirk, fully knowing the effect he was having on Alec.
When Alec nodded, he moved to make them martinis, but the mid day light reflected from his dangling chain and reached Alec’s eyes. It's was a simple chain with, a pendant with M in the middle of a circle. He also caught the sight of a golden bracelet and four rings, two in each hands.
“You look nice.” Seriously!? Nice! This is what you came up with! Oh lightwood you are so screwed.
“Well thank you my sweet muffin. You yourself look quiet.... edible.” He blushed and mentally face palmed. He was here to shock Magnus not vice versa.
“And.. so do you. Who knew something this hot was hidden under all those silk and leather.” Okay, where is Alec lightwood and who is this! Did I just flirted without stuttering?
Magnus was equally amused though he smiled smugly and handed him his drink, their fingers brushing, sending tendrils of electricity in both of their bodies.
“Well darling, isn’t it unfair that you got to see me this way but I don’t? And we are not counting the time I walked on a shirtless and sweaty you.”
“Why?” he thanked the angels his voice did not wavered.
“Cause darling,” Magnus lifted his face with his pointer finger, “I wasn’t allowed to shamelessly ogle you that moment.” A pink tongue gently tasted his bottom lip and all his control vanished in thin air.
Their lips met with an urgency, wanting to taste and devour each other. Alec put his drink on.. something and grabbed Magnus spiky hairs pulling him down and licking his lips. He smirked and gave his angel the access. Two tongues met in a heated dance, licking feverishly into each others mouth.
At last the mundane need of oxygen made them stop as they rested their foreheads on each other.
“You.. you look really good Mags.”
Magnus huffed a laugh and took the shadowhunter’s bottom lip between his teeth, pulling until it fell from his hold. Alec growled inhumanly at how sexy it all was.
“Darling you have no idea what you are doing to me. I just wanna kiss every inch of you. Show you how much I love. Worship you the right way.” Alec outlined Magnus’ abs with feather-light touches.
“Then show me.” His blue eyes cleared all and any doubts from Magnus' mind.
And well by the evening, Alec Lightwood surely knew just how much the High Warlock adored him.