Bad Day

Alec held back a shiver as he shuffled on the sidewalk through Brooklyn. It was late, and he was extremely tired, for the day had been arduous. Wincing as he recalled the day's run in with a very angry demon, in which himself, Isabelle and even Jace had been slightly torn up facing. Initially, it had seem wrong to heal every scratch and bruise on his body with an iratze, and only pay attention to the bigger problems such as his chest being slashed at—or Isabelle's rib's being cracked, but now Alec's muscles groaned against the simple action of walking quickly.

Eyelids fluttering slightly, the blue-eyed boy shook the rain off his eyelashes, the droplets leaving only to be replaced by new ones instantly.

It was pouring.

Ignoring the pain and the water and the frustration with himself on not wanting to take the subway all the way with a crowd of unfamiliar people squat against him, Alec decided he'd had a pretty bad day. Scowling, he picked up the pace, paying no attention to the soreness in his legs and back.

And then some blok in a fancy car with his music blaring came up from behind Alec and drove right through what possibly might have been, what Alec thought, the muddiest, wettest, smelliest puddle on the road.

His shadowhunter speed and agility seemingly gone for that moment, Alec simply stared in shock as the brown mud washed over him, adding about a pound to his already sogged clothing. He thought that the rinse had definitely added a nice smelly, browner, stickier sheen to his hair and skin.

"Shit."

Pretty bad day?

Worst day he'd had in a while.

His scowl darkened, and as he wiped the dirt out of his eyes, Alec wondered if he should turn back. It was late, dark, and now he was soaking wet and dirty.

There was only one possible way to make this horrible day become just a bad one again, possibly even a good one, only one person.

Bane.

The golden nameplate itself made Alec's face slightly warmer.

Stealing himself, the boy made up his mind, no matter how selfish it seemed to him at the time. He would buzz up to the apartment, and after apologizing profusely to it's owner, he would simply ask for some hot milk or coffee, and then be out of his shiny hair.

Taking in some air with a hint of mud, Alec pressed his finger firmly to the button for a second.

He hadn't realized he was holding his breath until he heard the static of the other side of the speaker.

He let it out in a whoosh just as a voice slid like ice through the cackly speakers.

"Do you have any idea what time it is?" The voice was a soft growl, and even though not loud, extremely imposing and—well— scary.

After about a second of silence the machine spoke again.

"Well?" It barked, and Alec jumped slightly. Blushing and scratching his head, Alec murmured,

"It's me—I'm sorry I know it's really late. I just wanted to see you...sorry Ma-" The words had come out in a rush but the voice cut him off before he finished.

"Alec, I thought you weren't coming! Don't apologize silly, I'm happy!" The voice was still soft, like he had just woken up, but it was lighter, kinder. Alec smiled happily at the thought that his boyfriend treated him special from the other people who came knocking at his door.

"Just one second." The voice purred, and Alec stuck his hands in his pocket, waiting patiently as water dripped into his eyes.

The door was suddenly flung open, and Alec knew he had been stupid.

His day was getting pretty close to great already.

"Magnus." He sighed, smiling. All his premeditated plans of leaving quickly washed out of his head like the rain.

The warlock grinned, his cat-like, green gold eye's shining. The light from the room was glowing from behind around his tall, slim figure, making the golden skin shimmer.

Alec couldn't help but stare incredulously the warlock's naked torso, and the pajama bottom's slung low on his hips.

Biting his bottom lip, Alec let his eyes take in Magnus' soft hair, straight and soft when not styled, hanging just below the ears, and the long slender neck that was more pronounced by the relaxed hairstyle.

Instead of the usual glitter and colors, the taller man's face was bare, soft pink lips exposed. Natural beauty and hormones practically leaking off of his lover.

Blushing when the warlock's lip twitched into a smirk, Alec guessed that Magnus had known exactly where Alec's eye's had traveled.

"Alec, darling." He drawled, bending down until the fascinating green-gold orbs were level with Alec's. "You can't just say my name like that and then rake your eye's over every inch of my scantily clad figure." His grin widened, showing a series of slightly pointed teeth. "It makes me want to do very nice things for you."

Alec sucked in a breath, his face burning.

"However..." Alec glanced up, Magnus' tone had changed. "I would like to know why the only part of my lovely shadowhunter that I can see is his baby blues." A long finger was now tapping a pink bottom lip, which was very distracting. But Magnus was serious, his slit pupils narrowing to function better in the dark where Alec stood. "While the rest of him is soaking wet and covered in mud."

Alec shrugged.

"I had a bad day." He longed to be in the warm house, and shivered. Magnus suddenly flung the door wider.

"Ah! I'm sorry Alec, hurry up and come in, you must be freezing."

"Thanks." He smiled again at Magnus, who now looked anxious. Alec never complained about anything around physical discomfort.

As soon as he was in the warm apartment, Alec noticed that although it was messy, it didn't have any wet mud dragging across the floor. Quickly, he bent down to take off his shoes, but a strong hand gripped his arm. He looked up, and Magnus was smiling down at him.

"I'll do it."

He didn't know why he blushed when Magnus crouched down and started to untie the laces of his muddy shoes, but he did. Suddenly a thought came to him.

"Oh, but you'll get all dirty. I'm already pretty gross so it won't matter as much..." He trailed of as Magnus looked up at him, grinning. He held out his hands which were in the process of trying to wiggle off the sogged boot.

There was nothing there. Clean as a whistle.

Alec snickered. He should have known Magnus wouldn't have gotten his hands dirty—and a little magic had never hurt....a lot anyways.

Magnus smirked, and proceeded to slip the other boy's shoes off. Then, he stood up, his face inches from the shadowhunter's face.

Once again, Alec's heart thudded irregularly and his neck craned slightly to look up at the tall warlock.

"All done." Magnus breathed. Soft, intoxicating.

Swaying slightly, Alec leaned in, expecting a longed for kiss, but Magnus pulled back and inch, chuckling softly as Alec's face fell.

"How about we do that after we get you cleaned up, love?"

Seemingly giddy with happiness from seeing the other man, Alec did something very un-Alec like. He took hold of the warlocks elbows, massaging slightly. And when he saw those half-lidded eyes flutter slightly, he leaned in closer to Magnus.

"How about some more of that magic you did a few moments ago...hmm?" He cocked his head to the side, smiling softly.

"I could—" Magnus smirked languidly, plucking the front of Alec's dirty drenched shirt with his glittery nails. "But I wouldn't want to run out of steam for later. Though it is and offer hard to resist. You're extremely alluring when you want to be." He added a slow wink, eliciting a predominate blush from his partner. Stepping away, Magnus' wrist flicked slightly, and Alec heard water running from upstairs. Then, still smirking, the warlocks finger twitched ever so slightly, provoking a blue green air to gush into the kitchen.

Running his fingers through his shimmering hair, Magnus started up the steps.

"There's some hot chocolate on the counter out there, plain and dark like you like it. No sugar added." He rolled his eyes, seemingly bored with the idea. "I'm going upstairs to get you're bath all ready. You might want to take those clothes off before you catch a cold."

Alec gulped.

Magnus definitely seem more excited about that idea.

Feeling a little hotter on that note, despite his wet clothing, Alec headed into the kitchen, where indeed, there was a steaming cup of hot chocolate waiting for him.

The cup read, Tasty Warm.

Briefly wondering if Magnus knew what mug he chose each time he flicked his wrist, Alec savored the heavenly warmth as it slipped down his throat.

Sighing, he set the cup down and started to ascend the stairs, each step seemingly causing his heart to thump against his ribs harder, louder.