The Prince of Hell

I forbid you

Chapter 8

Magnus Bane. Thoughts of the warlock floaded Alec's senses like a virus, every neuron in his brain lighting up, whispering the warlock's name whilst his heart danced circles in his chest, each syllable lyrics to a happy beat.

After his parents left the training room and Alec had talked things over with his friends, it quickly became clear to him that there was no way he would be able to simply go back to his training. Infact, it probably would've been dangerous had he even attempted it, not with his mind's inability to focus on anything else but Magnus.

An hour, that was all that was standing between him and the warlock, between him and the answers he so desperately needed.

He had quickly left the training room, his friends asking if he needed company, which he'd graciously turned them down. He needed to be alone. He needed to think, prepare himself mentally... and physically, if his first encounter with the warlock was any indicator. Also, he really needed a shower.

Clad in his usual shadowhunter black, Alec made his way through the halls of the Institute, and to the small sitting room where Magnus would be waiting for him.

As the two shadowhunters posted at the door stepped aside, Alec gripped the gold colored door knob, taking a deep breath, then slowly releasing it.

He knew there was something between him and Magnus, he could feel it. And seeing the warlock again, being able to talk to him, it would give Alec the affirmation that he needed. He would finally find out if what happened between them was real. Everything was about to change. His life was about to change.

~ooOoo~

"What now?" Alec asked. His eyes locked with Magnus' as they both stood transfixed in a loose embrace.

He had thought about what he wanted to ask Magnus, what he wanted to say. But now, standing in the warlock's presence, being engulfed by his magnificent scent, the absolute power and strength that he radiated, Alec was almost speechless, his brain scrambling to form coherent thoughts. Everything he had thought about, the conversation he'd planned out in his mind, had simply flown away with the wind.

"Well, it depends," said Magnus, fighting to keep himself together and act somewhat not uncouth. He could feel himself being pulled apart at the seams as he got lost in blue eyes. There was just something about those swirling pools of blue gazing up at him in search of answers. The innocence they held could melt the coldest of hearts. Yet still, the closer and longer one looked, that same innocence melted away, relenting to the fires of passion and mischief that burned in the distance, just abaft restless curiosity and burgeoning desire.

"On what?" Asked Alec.

"On you, my sweet omega. What do you want?"

"Oh." Alec was taken aback for a moment. He stepped out of Magnus' embrace, though only but an inch, his eyes casting down, breaking their eye contact for a moment. He couldn't really remember anyone ever asking him what he wanted before. This was all so very new to him.

What did he want?

Well, he wanted a mate... obviously. But much more important than that, he wanted love. He wanted a partner. He wanted someone he could build a life with. Someone who could see beyond him being an omega. Someone who saw him for who he was. Someone who saw Alec. Could Magnus give him that?

Magnus also knew what he wanted. It was the same thing he had always wanted. Love. True, real, genuine, love. Someone who would love him for him, and not because of who he was or because they wanted something from him. He wasn't certain, as it was far too early for that, but he felt he could have that with Alexander if given the opportunity. He so very much wanted that. But, it wasn't just up to him. He needed to know if Alexander wanted that as well.