Just Bite Me Already

Chapter 11

Alec's eyes snapped open - the darkness of his and Magnus' bedroom doing nothing to impede his vision - when a crash resounded through the throne room.

"Magnus, someone is here," Alec said, shaking Magnus awake as he tried to sit up in bed. Footsteps, a muttered oath, then two loud thuds easily reached him with his enhanced hearing, bringing a low growl from the back of his throat. "Magnus, wake up!" he muttered, shaking Magnus harder.

"Five more minutes?" Magnus begged groggily, trying to snuggle into Alec's cool body once more. "Whaaat? We've only been asleep for like two hours," he muttered when Alec continued to shake him.

"There's someone here and they aren't exactly being quiet," Alec said, untangling himself from Magnus and slipping out of the bed. Looking back when he heard the mattress creak slightly, he saw the golden glow of Magnus' eyes in the pitch-black room. "Come on!" he said when the glow disappeared, Magnus, falling asleep again.

Flitting to his closet, Alec grabbed a couple of pairs of sweats and pulled one pair on, flinging the others in Magnus' direction when he emerged from his closet.

Magnus dutifully dragged himself out of bed, already missing the cool cushion of Alec's cold chest to keep the heat at bay. Alec, flitting from the room had him dragging the pants that Alec had thrown at him on and following, albeit at a much slower pace, trying to figure out what was going on. He couldn't hear a thing. Maybe Alec had been dreaming.

"Surely Lilith wouldn't come back here so soon after we...?" Magnus trailed off when Alec shushed him, emerging into the living room where there was a bit more light to find Alec already had a loaded crossbow in hand, his Vampire pressing a finger to his lips.

Alec gestured to the double doors with a flick of his head when he heard the handle turning, his annoyance turning to anger. Lilith making herself at home in the throne room was one thing but entering their loft without so much as a fire message to say that she was dropping by was going too far. Taking up a position in the middle of the living room, across from the front doors, he raised his crossbow and took aim.

Alec watched Magnus' magic spark to life when Magnus came up beside him, his head snapping back to the front doors when the right-hand door opened. Without a moment's hesitation, he pulled the trigger on his crossbow, aiming for whoever had the nerve to enter their home uninvited.

Magnus sent a bolt of magic as a chaser to Alec's crossbow bolt. The irritated huff Alec let out had him snapping his fingers to turn the lamps on, his confusion deepening when he heard a muffled yell. It sounded like...

"What the hell, guys? It's only me," Simon yelled, reaching up to see if he still had an ear. Magnus' spell had missed him by a quarter inch.

"What the fuck?" Alec growled, staring at his sire. There. In Edom. How? And why? "Simon, what are you doing here? We could have killed you!" he muttered furiously, imagining his sister's face if he had to ever tell her that he had killed her new boytoy because he had snuck into their house in the middle of the night.

"Hey! I've been working on my reaction times. See?" Simon asked with a grin, holding Alec's arrow up. "I caught your arrow, which was totally cool, by the way. I just snatched it out of the air like a ninja. I wish Fray was here to see it, she won't believe me..."

"It's a bolt. And what are you doing here? No, how are you here?" Alec asked, scrubbing his hands over his face, scrabbling for patience already.

"What Alexander means is... what are you doing here, Simon?" Magnus asked, patting his husband on the shoulder when Alec looked like he was going to beat Simon around the head. "Not that we aren't pleased to see a familiar face but it is the middle of the night. And we are in hell, sooo...?"