Alexander Gideon Lightwood: Shadowhunter and Downworlder

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Note: Hey, I'm back! I had a huge writer's block. Plus, I been really busy cleaning out my Apartment. Here's a chapter as promised, and low and behold, it's a Lorenzo and Underhill chapter! Enjoy!


2 years ago…. Two days after Alec and Magnus’ wedding.

Lorenzo's POV:  It was a typical boring day. I was partaking in my usual coffee at my usual coffee shop; The Cat on the Roof. *A location of my own making * While I did enjoy going to Hunter’s Moon, it was mostly a Werewolf bar. The Cat on the Roof is an all Warlock coffee place. At least until Alexander Lightwood brought the Downworlders and the Shadowhunters  together. Now any kind of being goes here now for a cup of coffee or whatever. Speaking of Shadowhunters, one in particular keeps eyeing me from across the shop, just sipping his coffee pretending to be minding his own business. Nice try, I’ve been watching too, and you haven't looked away for at least 10 minutes. Seriously, he does this every day. On the third day of him watching me, I discovered who he actually was. He was the handsome one who complimented my dancing skills two days prior at Magnus Bane and Alec Lightwoods wedding. Now here he was, just staring at me. Though with my looks, I certainly don't blame him. Still, I better see what his deal is.

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Lorenzo walked over to Underhill's table and sat down. Underhill smiled warmly and spoke.

“Hmm, 2 days.”

“I beg your pardon?” Lorenzo rebutted.

“It took you two days to finally come over and sit with me. “ Underhill said, smirking while sipping his coffee.

“It would have been less if you just came and sat down at my table and actually conversed instead of just watching me. “ Lorenzo stated, a bit hot under the collar.

“True, but I just couldn't work up the courage to approach someone so handsome as you. “ Underhill agreed.

Lorenzo went red in the face, and it wasn't  just from his  Ginger Spice Latte. He couldn't believe this Shadowhunters boldness.

“Surely a good looking man like yourself has a boyfriend, and wouldn't bother with the likes of me…?” Lorenzo asked. He seemed to have touched a nerve, as Underhill frowned.

“Yes, well, we broke up. “ Underhill muttered. “Long distance relationships don't work, no matter how hard you try. “ He went on, sipping his coffee sadly. “You see he serves at the L.A. institute. He got a promotion and was relocated. I didn't want to leave New York, but he said we can visit one another and video chat… but… when I invited him to the wedding… he met someone else… apparently they escaped together from Jonathan's wrath and bonded. “

Lorenzo sighed. He was 484. He had many relationships. Some he ended, but some were ended for him. He knew what it was like to be dumped all too well.

“I’m sorry to hear…but, why are you telling me all this?” Lorenzo asked.

It went quiet… then Underhill  spoke.

“I like you. I like how you put 3 equal spoonful’s of sugar in your coffee, and you put your hair back so it doesn't get in the cup. I like how when you read, you smile because you genuinely love the story, I like how you save half of your muffin and give the other half to the stray dog nearby. I apologize if I sound like a complete stalker, but I was just too nervous to say anything. “

Lorenzo went red again but replied.

“You and your boyfriend just broke up, I am no rebound. “ As Lorenzo got up, Underhill grabbed his hand. Lorenzo's heart jumped out of his throat almost.

“I-I know you're not. I just… I just want to get to know you… please…can you give me that chance?”

How could Lorenzo say no to that? He rubbed his forehead out of both surprise and frustration.

“Very well. However, we will remain friends first. I don't just date anyone. I barely know you. “ Lorenzo stated.

“I know, I meant what I said. I want to get to know you, and you get to know me. Starting now?” Underhill points to the chair. Lorenzo sighed and sat back down.

Lorenzo's POV:

And so, we as what the young ones refer to as ‘hung out'. We talked at the coffee shop, and we on occasion went to the movies and seen a concert here and there. Including seeing that talented boy Simon at Hunters Moon. A month flew by, and I hated how much I liked him. However, it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows  for long. He was sent on missions a lot and I was busy with High Warlock business. It was busier than ever since Downworlders United with Shadowhunters. I had to accommodate Werewolves, vampires, etc to be portaled into Alicante. Before I knew it, a year and a half had passed. I heard Underhill was transferred to the Toronto institute to help rebuild and my heart shattered. I thought I would never see him again. Until, about a year ago, not long after I heard about Magnus' promotion, I saw him again. He was taller, and his hair was shorter, but still curly. He was in Hunters Moon having an Ale. I was ready to let him have it. However, as I walked in he looked grimacing. Like he just lost something.

“Andrew…” was all Lorenzo could utter.

Underhill looked up, and smiled sadly.

“Hello Lorenzo. Been a long time. “ He replied, sipping his beer. His eyes were red, he had been crying.

Lorenzo nodded and sat down, speaking again.  “You know, I came here to chew you out for vanishing without warning. However, I noticed how sad you were. What happened?” Lorenzo asked. Underhill nodded and replied.

“My Grandmother died. She had a stroke. The whole family is broken. Mom went off the wagon, Dad refuses to talk to anyone, and my Sister is in complete denial. “

“Oh, I’m sorry for your loss.” Lorenzo grimaced, putting his hand on Underhill's. “Will there be a funeral?” He added.

“Yes, tomorrow morning. W-Will you come with me?” Underhill asked. “I know I have no right to but—” Lorenzo stopped him in his tracks.

“Of course I will. Alicante does accommodate Downworlders now. I’ll get Caterina to watch over for me. “

“Thank you Lorenzo. “ Underhill said softly.

“But of course, what are friends for?”

Lorenzo's POV:  ‘What are friends for?’ Tsk, that's subtle. At this point I was hopelessly in love with him. However, he was at the Toronto Institute now, and as Underhill himself told me: Long distance relationships don't work. So I would be the responsible one and be a helpful friend.

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Little did Lorenzo know, Underhill was transferred back to New York as a request to the Clave. When Inquisitor Lightwood asked him why, he said to Alec “I have a chance at what you have. “ The Inquisitor smiled, and granted the transfer.

Alicante…. 3 PM 

The funeral was small, and like all funerals, depressing. After Underhill gave his eulogy, everyone went to the graveyard and buried his Grandmother. Before the dirt was thrown, a Silent Brother performed the ritual, sending her spirit home. There was a Wake, but Underhill didn't want to go. Instead he wanted to go to a bar, and be with the one person he wanted to be with.

The Drunken Nephlim: Established 1194

“Another Ale over here. “ Underhill said to the bartender, who nodded and refiled his glass.

“Andrew, you're not going to get fallen down drunk are you?” Lorenzo asked, sipping his Martini.

“Of course not, I just wanted to knock back a few with the man I transferred back to New York for. “ Underhill stated casually.

Lorenzo almost choked on his drink. “W-What?!” Lorenzo muttered.

“Lorenzo…. It's taken a long time for me to realize this. My Grandmother dying made me finally see the light. Life's short, for me anyway. Lorenzo, I want to be with you. I love you. “
Before Lorenzo could say anything, Underhill planted a big kiss on him. Lorenzo instantly melted. ‘Shit.’ Was all Lorenzo could think in his head. He loved him too, and wanted the same thing. To be with Underhill.

Alicante Grand Hotel …

The two feverishly went back to their two bed room, pushing the beds together they immediately started taking off each others clothes, kissing eachother strongly. Lorenzo embarrassingly hadn't had sex in 20 years. He had just gave up hope that he'd find anyone. Now that he had, he was happy to finally give himself over to Underhill. After removal of said clothes, Underhill wasted no time, kissing down Lorenzo's chest, he took all of Lorenzo in his mouth. Lorenzo cried out, desperately trying not cum from just that. He hadn’t realized how lonely his body was until that moment. He held his short orgasm as long as he could, not wanting to seem like a loser virgin. Underhill was just too good.

Lorenzo's POV:
Oh god please no… This is supposed to be a long winded night. I refuse to be the loser who explodes too early. Come on body, calm yourself…! Ughh, he's just too good at this…!

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With that final thought, Lorenzo exploded in Underhill's mouth, who surprisingly, swallowed every drop.

“Ah, apologies. Truth be told, I haven't been with anyone in 20 years. My body isn't used to this kind of attention. “ Lorenzo apologized.

“It's okay. You have nothing to apologize for. I understand. Don't you dare hold yourself back. Enjoy yourself. “ Underhill replied, lifting Lorenzo's legs into the crook of his arms.
Once he added a bit of lube (Which Underhill always had on him), Lorenzo's mind went blank. He got excited with lust, but also love, looking up at Underhill in a ‘It's okay go for it way' Underhill nodded and pushed his way in, cleaning out the 20 year old cobwebs. Lorenzo moaned loudly. He thought there might be pain after so long, but it was probably masturbation that kept it from hurting. Yes Lorenzo engaged in this. He doesn't seem as the type to do that, but with the stress of being High Warlock he needed some sort of release. He threw his head back in pleasure as Underhill started to move. It felt fantastic. The best part is it was with someone he loved. He leaned upward for kiss, which Underhill gladly accepted. They started off slow, but then their kisses became hotter, and more hungrier. The two then proceeded to fuck like jack rabbits. Underhill had Lorenzo in every corner of the room, and then once they came, they switched places, Underhill  bent over, holding on to the bed post of the left bed , (Seeing as they were singles before being pushed together.) with Lorenzo kissing the back of his neck. Sex was like riding a bicycle: you never forget. Lorenzo was ruthless with his thrusts, which Underhill didn't seem to mind, as his moans filled the room.

“Uhh… nmm…. Lorenzo….with the rate you're going I’m…..I’m….”

Before Underhill could finish his sentence, his orgasm surged through his body. Lorenzo came from Underhill tightening around him. The two then collapsed in bed.

“Ahh… “ Underhill groaned. 

“Uhh… “ Lorenzo muttered.

They spent a few minutes in silence, catching their breath. Finally, Lorenzo spoke.

“My my, I didn't know how much I needed that. “

“Mmm, agreed. “ Underhill replied, kissing Lorenzo softly. Lorenzo smiled and kissed back. Clearly they were happy, grinning from ear to ear throughout the kiss.

Lorenzo couldn't get enough. 20 years of build up was pouring out. It was almost as if Underhill read his mind, climbing on top of Lorenzo, proceeding to make love once again.

6 months later they moved in together. Love was strong between these two. They would stick together through anything. When Lorenzo told him about the approaching  uprising, Underhill swore to assist. They were going to help nip this thing in the butt.

Note: Hope you all enjoyed! Next Lorenzo x Underhill chapter will be Underhill's POV!