The Malec Chronicles

Halloween

Short story because the pep rally I'm at is boring as hell.

Alec cursed as Magnus caused the full length mirror in their room, burst in blue flames.

"Why would you do that?" He yelled, looking for something to take down the flames.

"Using the mirror to choose my Halloween costume," Magnus replied, standing in front of the mirrior. The reflection of the mirror was different then his actual appearance. He stood in a glittery black cat outfit that appeared tight. It showed the top of his chest, which was covered in glitter. A black tail hung from the back, and ears were placed on the top of his head, whiskers drawn on his cheeks.

"What do you think Alec?" Asked Magnus, turning toward his boyfriend.

"I kinda like it," he chocked, "but maybe something more, I don't now, sexy."

"You don't want me to look sexy," whined Magnus. Alec sighed.

"What I mean is something less, arousing." He numbered the last word, blushing.

"That gives me an idea, but for after our party," said Magnus, turning back toward the mirror. This time he wore a gray cloak and a gray pointy hat. His face was covered in a long gray beard, and he held a brown, rugged stick. "Gandalf looks good on me," said Magnus holding his stick, "YOU SHALL NOT PASS!"

Alec laughed at Magnus's interpretation of Gandalf from The Lord of the Rings.

"I have my costum, now it's yours," said Magnus, pulling Alec toward the mirror. Alec protested, but then he saw the outfit in the reflection. He was shirtless, wearing short very short and very tight red and gold shorts.

"I'm not going as Rocky," he yelled, hoping to change the costum. He then saw that he was wearing a red skirt, held up by brown leather straps. He held a silver long sword and a shield, "Nor gladiator."

Magnus sighed as he changed the appearance on the mirrior. Alec then stood wearing a white bed sheet with two holes made for the eyes. "Is that okay?"

"Perfect," replied Alec.

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The party was in full swing. A little amount of people were invited, yet it was a smash. Alec sweated through the sheet, as Magnus yelled, "YOU SHALL NOT PASS," when ever someone knocked at the door. Jace walked up to him, wearing the same gladiator outfit that Magnus showed him.

"Rockin' party," he yelled over the quiet noises.

"It's Magnus's," said Alec. Jace laughed, and fell on Alec.

"So humble," he mumbled. Alec could smell the alcohol on his breath. "You should have a hole for you the mouth," Jace slurred. He ripped a hole were his mouth was on the sheet. Alec was about to ask Jace what he was thinking, but Jace's mouth attacked his. Alec tried to push Jace off, but he was to heavy. His tongue pushed through Alec's lips.

"What do you think your doing?" Yelled Clary, dressed as Black Widow, an assassinate from the Marvel comics. Jace pulled away from Alec and stared at her.

"I'm see what it's like kissing a dude," smiled Jace, "maybe what it's like to screw one." Alec took this time to kick Jace were it would hurt most. Alec was almost glad that Jace went commando. Jace yelled in pain, and Alec ran toward Magnus.

"PARTYS OVER," he yelled, getting strange looks from Magnus. The room was quickly abandoned, and Alec started to cry in Magnus's chest.

"Jace almost forced himself on me," he cried. Magnus's face turned angry.

"That son of a bitch." His fist was soon ignited in blue flames.

"He was drunk," pleaded Alec. He hated that Jace almost raped him, but he didn't want him to get hurt. He was still his brother. "He never meant to. It must have been a Fearies drug of some kind." The flame died down and Magnus sighed.

"I guess your right. Fearie drugs are powerful shit." Alec smiled, and kissed Magnus.

"Can you help get the taste of Jace off my mouth?" Asked Alec, rubbing Magnus through his robe. Magnus smirked, Alec dragging them to their room, discarding their costumes in the living, not seeing Simon dressed as Hawkeye from the Marvel Comics and Isabelle as Catwomen from DC Comics watching in the corner of the loft.