Desires✅ (Malec) | By Dew

Owned: Part 6

Alec sighed for the umpteenth time, discarding the blue socks before going to look in the closet again. For the first time in his life was he trying to look good for someone and Angel is it hard. There are so many choices and styles and agh, if only he had Izzy...

Alec gulped before shaking his head, as if to will away the saddening thoughts. It was fruitless, to mourn over the loss of his family, he should just accept his current lifestyle.

Which included a certain warlock, and was he the bane of his existence (if he laughed at his own pun, no one can judge him). Their... relationship was progressing, just not in the direction he wants. Almost all of their interactions would lead to him either bent over and being fucked into or kissed breathlessly till he is nothing but a soft mess.

It wasn't like he did not appreciated the sexual encounters, he just wanted something more... intimate. He wanted to lay down with Magnus and watch some stupid mundane movie. He wanted to be cuddled or spooned, while thin fingers massage his head until he falls asleep. He wanted to joke with the man, wanted to see him laugh carelessly, wanted to share his life with him. He knew he was asking for too much, but he was just so alone sometimes, he just wanted to cared for, not lusted over.

Shuffling through a mess of silk and cotton, he finally found the right pair of socks. It was plain black, it looked kind of silly but it was cute in a way, with cute black bows on the top. After wearing the last piece of clothing he looked in the mirror, smiling when he found he looked positively squishy and cuddly with his baby blue sweater and thigh high socks. Maybe now he can spend some sweet time with his bo-master.

He paced back and forth in his room, sipping his sweet strawberry milkshake, looking at the clock every minute. Magnus had said earlier that day to remain in his room till noon, and now it was half past 1. Alec did not wanted to intrude in any meeting which could be going on but it was already pretty late, so it was okay to go out, right?

Throwing caution to the wind and Chairman meow on the bed, Alec made his way to the hall. Though when he remembered the last time he had gone out like this and found Magnus in a... compromising position, Alec thought he should just wait in his room. He was about to turn away when a voice called,

"Hello there", the voice was suggestive, thick with accent, which Alec associated with England. "I assume you are Alexander?"

"Alec", he uttered, before realizing that he should not have opened his mouth. He gripped his glass tighter and started to move back into the room.

"Not so soon sweety, wouldn't your entertain me?" the man smirked, tucking a white strand behind his ear.

"I-I don't think-"

"Aren't you Magnus' pet? You are supposed to entertain his guests", he licked his lips, and Alec could see his purple eyes racking over his body, making him feel dirty under the intense gaze. Alec knew he was a pet but Magnus had treated him with so care, never sharing him and never going to someone else for satisfaction. He thought it was best just to retreat back into his room. But the moment he turned a hand landed on his ass and groped it while the other gripped his waist tightly. He yelped and dropped the glass, struggling to get out of the foreign grip.

"Such a pretty thing, aren't you?" warm breath caressed his blushing ear, his face red from embarrassment, his body frozen in shock and fear. But he was shadowhunter, and he will not let any warlock except Magnus have his way with him.

"Unhand me now, Magnus will not appreciate anyone touching me", Alec twisted and got out of the man's grasp, who looked part shocked and part amused.

"Such a feisty pet, have Magnus taught you no manners", he sneered and reached for Alec again when a cold voice interrupted them,

"You should not touch what is not yours, Malcolm", the last word laced with poison. If looks could kill, Alec thought, the warlock Malcolm would be in hell by now.