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Magnus Bane sighed softly. Sometimes, the urge to murder anyone who'd been involved in his wonderful lover's rearing (again, in some cases, and in all, much, much slower) was almost overpowering. After all, he wasn't sure who had filled Alec's head with so much nonsense, and it was very possible that many had pitched in.
Seriously, what kind of person would think that weapons had to be scrupulously maintained at their best, but warriors? They should suck it up and tough it out...unless they were in desperate need of medical assistance, and even then – there was a whole facade to maintain. It was just so eminently stupid. Did someone watch Monty Python and the Holy Grail and decide that the black knight was a role model? And were they drunk, high or both?
Magnus loved that Alec would still fight, still protect people, because there was always someone going rogue. Or too young, as a creature, to figure out there were ways around anyone's needs that were sanctioned. Frankly, his boyfriend was hot as all fuck when he left, ready to put some idiot in his or her place. But when Alec would shrug away his attempts to spoil him rotten when he came back, well, that had to stop now. Magnus had to see his beloved's aura dim every day, he could fucking see tension and worry accumulate day by day, and he was going to stage an intervention. Right. Now.
“I've been thinking,” he purred, appearing suddenly at his beloved's back. The warlock hid a smile against Alec's neck, enjoying the boy's shiver. “Maybe I could contribute to your training?”
“How?” Always eager, Alec. As if he needed anything but a good old R&R right now.
“You're brilliant at fighting, of course, but – what happens if someone manages to capture you? By underhanded means, I'm sure.”
“Capture? I've always assumed I'd just get killed if I ever lost.”
Magnus tzked. “As if anyone with half a braincell would let someone as precious as you go to waste.”
Alec went deliciously red. Proving his point, really.
“Now, of course we'd rescue you – but I was thinking, maybe you'd like to learn some escapology?” He quirked a smile.
Alec laughed. “You just want an excuse to tie me up.”
“Maybe.” Another purr.
Alec was smart...just not as far-seeing as he would undoubtedly grow up to be. Few twenty-somethings were, to be fair. “So, where do you want me?”
“On the bed, of course.”
His beloved raised an eyebrow. “Seriously? I get captured and they tie me to the bed?”
The warlock shrugged. “I would.”
Alec grinned. “Oh, I don't doubt it.” A sigh, and he caved. “Fine. Back or front?”
“Prone.” Oh, but he loved how well his boyfriend followed directions. Now, if only he did so even when Magnus was trying to simply be nice, he wouldn't have to play like this. He could have wished it done, but instead took his time actually tying him up to the headboard, silk the same blue of Alec's eyes encircling each wrist and, later, ankle, like an enduring caress. Just because it was soft and wouldn't hurt, it didn't mean that it would ever let him go. The warlock smiled to himself. When he stepped away, Alec couldn't stay quiet. A soft sound of confusion and disappointment left his lips, and Magnus almost went right back, but no. He wasn't going to throw his plans to the wind so easily.
“Patience,” he murmured, “I'll be right back.” He needed a breath himself. When his boyfriend realized that sex wasn't on the table...well, not immediately at least, he'd certainly protest. He'd just give himself a moment to admire the gorgeous sight in front of him, and actually remind himself he was here to help first, not indulge his wonderful lover. Just that hint of neediness hit him hard – Alec would never gift that part of himself to anyone else, not so openly – so he distracted the both of them, before it could derail the evening. “Or maybe, you'll already have freed yourself and come get me.” A challenge, even an impossible one, was always a good way to entertain his beloved.
On his way out of the room, the warlock turned off the light, igniting instead a few strategically placed candles with a gesture. The subtle lavender aroma they emanated would serve his purposes nicely. He actually slowed purposefully on his way, because as much as he believed Alec wouldn't be able (or even eager) to free himself, well, it wouldn't be the first way his adorable lover surprised him, and he'd never stop relishing when it happened.
But neither of them wanted to be parted, right now. Cupping a crystal vial, he walked back to the bedroom, and stopped to ruffle gently Alec's hair. "I''m here, gorgeous."
His boyfriend flushed, again – he'd get used to all the praise he deserved being heaped on him someday, but clearly not yet. To cover his embarrassment, Alec huffed, "Come on."
"You're my prisoner, remember? I'm not going to let you hold the reins this time." Magnus smirked to himself, brushing the tip of his fingers against warm skin, all along, while he walked to the foot of the bed.
Alec shifted minutely, trying to get more contact, to direct him. Too many times the warlock had chosen to just give into whatever the boy wanted – even Raziel would agree that Alec deserved everything. And next time he surely would.
"What?" Alec croaked, when careful hands surprised him...massaging his left foot, warm oil seeping into his sole.
"You're mine, I'm doing whatever I feel like," Magnus purred. Besides, reflexology would help right now. Especially with just a hint of magic accompanying it.
He'd hoped his beloved would be well on his way to distracted, by now, but the warlock couldn't suppress the surge of pride at the annoyed huff he received. "What you feel like is what I told you a dozen times I don't need, isn't it? I'm fine! Do you want to have fun or not?" A+ for the deduction.
He laughed. "Oh, but I'm having so, so much fun. In fact, if something is necessary it doesn't really fit my definition of the word." There. He even let his boyfriend keep his pretenses up...so long as he could continue.
His warrior tried to kick, but with his ankle trapped, he really couldn't be effective. He twisted, and Magnus would bet all his power that he was witnessing the most serious attempt to free himself of today. He petted a tense calf. "When have I disappointed you, love?"
That made his beloved freeze. "Never." And, well, Magnus pounced on the bed to steal a kiss, because he knew that tone. It was the "I'm the screw-up" tone, and he wouldn't tolerate it.
Once he'd taken Alec's breath away – and hopefully, his nonsense too, sometimes he was tempted to just tug and tug that lovely hair till he could uproot every awful notion right from his brain – the warlock remained in position above him. Neck arched, his boyfriend didn't move either, panting softly and letting himself fall into golden pupils.
As wonderful as it was, Magnus hadn't started this to give the man a crick in his neck. With a quick peck to a cheek and a guiding hand, he invited Alec to lie back, and his lover went, unresisting. "I've taught you a few ways of pleasure, haven't I?" he murmured.
"A few," his boy echoed with a snort.
"Let this be another one," and this time the High Warlock of Brooklyn unashamedly pleaded.
For a moment, no reaction came. Then, "Fine." No more than an exhale, but willful tension went out of his boyfriend.
"Thank you," Magnus said – and he meant it. Scooting back to the end of the bed, he oiled his hands again. "Enjoy." The word carried his smile, even if Alec wasn't watching him at the moment. Slow, slow, he worked each individual muscle, finding knots from past fights and unspooling them into warmth and loose and tickly pleasure, hands and the occasional kiss or lick or even nuzzle. He drew surprised moans, the sudden relief highlighting how deeply coiled his lover had really been, the occasional giggle that Alec didn't even try to contain, and soft sighs, relishing every minute sound.
Magnus made his way up the magnificent body of his lover. And if sometimes his magic contributed to the merely physical exercise...well, it was hard to keep his mind on leashing it when love was filling his senses and mind. Besides, it'd never hurt Alec. It would rather lash back at Magnus himself, and even the chance of that was infinitesimal. His boy enjoyed the occasional shimmer of power, if his reaction were anything to go by. A deep inhale, as if it was oxygen itself. A breathy hum. By the time the warlock had reached the headboard, playing with strong fingers, Alec was half-melted into the mattress, and kept blinking at him. A pleased nod, and the silk fell off by itself.
"Turn around?"
This time, the only complaint was an indistinct mumble.
"Fine, I'll help." If Magnus felt smug for reducing his proud fighter boyfriend to a "too relaxed to roll over" puddle... well, he had every right to be (and nobody would ever, ever know). A questioning hum high in his lover's throat made him smile. "You didn't think I'd ignore your front, did you? So much I love right here." The warlock kissed him again, much more comfortably this time, swallowing the other's happy sigh. "And if you happen to fall asleep by the end of this, don't stop on my account," he said, as soon as he had his tongue back to himself.
"But -"
"I know you're tired, love, but there's a pleasure in giving pleasure. I'm sure I taught you that already. Rest, enjoy, and make me happy. If you don't mind." He let his hands wander, not yet with purpose, just fondness to guide them.
"Thank you."
Magnus shook his head. "I should thank you." It was true, too. It was like a long headache had finally lifted. And hopefully, next time there would be no need of trickery to be allowed to care. The warlock started again, top down this time. He was little more than half-way when Alec embraced his permission and actually fell asleep, moans and sighs turning to the regular, light breathing that comforted him. Magnus finished what he'd started, of course. That he could – that Alec wouldn't jump, battle ready at being touched in his sleep – was another source of pride. One he might mention, at that. And if people got the wrong idea...well, people's mind were too often in the gutter. Alec would disabuse them. Or maybe come to him and inquire. It wouldn't have been the first time, and far be it from him to discourage initiative.