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The Morning After -Part 1
Alec wakens slowly, senses coming online a bit at a time, immediately taking note of the strange sensations that tell him something is definitely not quite right.
First off, he feels as if he is lying on a giant marshmallow instead of his firm (ok for that, read lumpy, hard as a brick and way too short) mattress in his room at the Institute. This bed seems to mould itself to his body, enveloping him in a warm, supportive hug. The scent of sandalwood and burnt sugar that he likes so much, burrowing its way into his nose. He inhales deeply and snuggles happily into the pillow, silk sheets sliding smoothly against his naked skin. Wait! What? Alec freezes.
His eyes pop open and he tries to sit up. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Worst idea ever. His head explodes with pain, a sour taste rising in his throat. The muted glow in the room feels like the light of a thousand suns is trying to burn his retinas out of his head. Screwing his eyes closed he groans feebly and collapses back against the pillows before mentally steeling himself. Right, one thing at a time. Giving himself a mini pep talk, You can do this Alec, you're a shadowhunter, he gingerly opens his right eye then, a moment later, his left, blinking a few times to clear his vision and acclimatise to the morning light. Ok. So far so good.
He is lying on his back in a heavy, dark wood 4 poster bed, the hangings made of a deep crimson silky fabric. Lifting his head slowly he squints through the pain and tries to come to terms with the odd sensation that his brain isn't quite moving in sync with his body. The silk sheets he is currently enveloped in match the fabric hanging above him, and oh Raziel do they feel good against his skin. Although he's never set eyes on Magnus's bedroom he knows instinctively that that is where he is. Even without the familiar scent of sandalwood, he would have known. The whole room just seems to scream Magnus, from the deep red fabric of the bedding and curtains, to the black walls and the artwork that hangs around the room, everything is so intrinsically Magnus it's obvious. Which gives him a whole new dilemma to think about.
Inching his way up the bed, Alec pulls himself into a sitting position against the headboard, crimson silk pooling around his hips, and flicks on the bedside lamp. He lifts the sheets, just to check, even though he already knows what he'll find. Yup. Definitely naked. In Magnus's bed. His naked ass on Magnus's silk sheets. With the mother of all hangovers. Fuck!
Before he can spiral any further the bathroom door opens and the man in question steps into the doorway towelling his hair dry. Another towel is slung low around his narrow hips, droplets of water running down his honey brown skin, turning to gold where the light hits them. Alec's mouth turns dry as he drinks in the sight before him. Muscular shoulders and arms flex as Magnus rubs at his hair with the towel covering his head. The silky soft caramel skin of his chest contrasts perfectly with the darkness of his nipples and.....oh dear god.....there's a silver bar through one of them. And boy does that do things to Alec that he never would have expected! He reluctantly drags his eyes away from the glittering bar, all the while trying to fight the blush that's working it's way up his chest and neck. He should look away. Yup that's the sensible thing to do, just look away.....just..... Sharply defined abs draw his eyes down towards the deep cut V of his adonis belt, just visible above the towel, and Alec stops breathing. Fucking hell, Magnus is stunning!
The sound of a throat clearing brings him crashing back to reality. "Alexander! I thought you'd still be asleep!"
"Magnus! I...uhm......" Whatever Alec was going to say disappears when he looks up at Magnus's face. Hair damp and tousled, face devoid of makeup, Magnus is laid bare before Alec in a way he's never seen before. He looks younger and softer this way, more vulnerable, and to Alec's mind, every bit as gorgeous as the man he is more used to seeing. The uncertain expression on his face makes Alec's heart constrict. He is obviously not used to being seen like this, without his makeup and jewellery, without the armour that he wraps around himself when he faces the world. Alec opens his mouth to speak, to say something, anything, but just at that the bedroom door rattles then slides open, killing whatever words he had intended to say.
Izzy bounces into the room, pulling Alec's attention away from Magnus, her mouth is moving and noise is coming out but his fuzzy head can't make any sense of what he is hearing. Or seeing for that matter. He addresses the warlock currently hovering uncertainly in the bathroom doorway, unable to take his eyes off Izzy, even for a second. "Ummm Magnus, why does my sister look like a giant pink rabbit? What the hell was in those cocktails you made last night?"
As if pulled from a dream, Magnus clicks his fingers and in an instant he is fully made up, hair perfectly spiked and highlighted to match his outfit, necklaces and rings in place. His deep purple shirt, tight black pants and highly polished heeled boots are the final pieces of his everyday armour. Stepping confidently into the bedroom he opens his mouth to reply to Alec's question.
It is Izzy that answers him instead, words tumbling from her mouth in excitement. "It's called a onesie Alec! It's so warm and cosy. Look, it's got ears..and a tail..Magnus conjured them last night for us to sleep in. We've all got them! Clary is a unicorn, Simon is a cow and Jace is a really grumpy lion! Isn't it great! You need to get up Hermano! Come on. Come on! We need to talk about last night!" Alec feels breathless just listening to her! She makes a move as if to grab the sheets on the bed but Magnus steps forward, blocking her path just in time. "I don't think that's a good idea Isabelle, why don't you give Alexander a few minutes to gather himself together and we'll be right through."
Izzy looks puzzled for a second or two before her mouth makes an exaggerated o shape, a look of realisation dawning on her face as she eyes her brother's bare chest. Eyes sparkling with glee she backs out of the door without another word, sliding it closed behind her.
Alec blinks slowly at his sisters retreating figure then turns his head and fixes Magnus with a confused stare, motioning to his naked torso. "Magnus? What the fuck did we do last night and why am I naked in your bed?"