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“So what are we doing here, Jace?” Alec asked slightly angry, looking around the club full of downworlders.
The club was painted with red lights, trying to help express one’s sexual desires. “Why, chasing a demon, of course.” Jace answered back in annoyance, rolling his eyes as he got through men dressed in full leather or women dressed in high black leather overknees.
When Alec followed his brother anxiously, he knew he was being watched. He saw whips, feathers and ropes; and he certainly didn’t know what this place was at all. And mostly, why he was here anyway. Because when he looked down on himself, he knew it wasn’t just a normal mission, being dressed in a harness and only a skirt with overknee socks. Jace said it was necessary to dress him like that, to catch their demon’s attention, but Alec did not expect to catch a warlock’s attention instead.
Magnus Bane had been watching the commotion at the club with mild interest, his golden eyes scanning the crowd for any familiar faces or potential clients. As he leaned against the bar, sipping on a colourful drink, his gaze landed on a group of Shadowhunters - one of them catching his eye in particular.
Alec Lightwood. Magnus had heard of him before, of course, but never seen him in such an...interesting outfit. The harness hugged his toned torso, leaving little to the imagination, and the skirt showed off his long legs. Magnus couldn't help but feel a stirring of desire at the sight.
He watched as Alec's brother, Jace, led him through the crowd, the downworlders parting like the Red Sea to let them through. Magnus wondered what they were doing here - it wasn't often that Shadowhunters ventured into his world, especially not dressed like that.
But then, he caught Alec's eye - or rather, Alec caught his - and Magnus knew he had to have him. He sauntered over to the two Shadowhunters, his hips swaying with each step.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" he purred, his voice low and seductive. "A Shadowhunter, dressed like a downworlder? And a very fine-looking one at that." He licked his lips, eyeing Alec up and down. "What brings you to my humble abode?"
Alec looked next to him, up into those golden eyes. He raised an eyebrow, taking in his sight as well, trying to analyse if he was the demon they were searching for. When he realised it was just a warlock, he sighed, his hand waving in the air to show the older man to get away from him.
“Is this your club?” He asked, looking around the scenery again, trying to identify the demon from their mission. The Shadowhunter decided not to spill out any secret information, for the downworlder’s sanity and safety and for his own.
The dim red light was practically warming up his pale skin as he took some steps back, seeing his brother taking a mundane looking woman to a private room - the demon.
Magnus chuckled at Alec's dismissive gesture, his eyes dancing with amusement. "Yes, my dear. This is my club," he said, taking a step closer to the Shadowhunter. He could smell the faint scent of sweat and leather coming off of Alec, and it was making his mouth water.
"But that's not why you're here, is it?" he continued, his voice low and silky. "You and your brother are on a mission, I can tell. And I'm willing to bet it has something to do with that demon over there." He nodded his head towards where Jace had disappeared with the mundane woman.
Magnus took another step closer to Alec, his hand reaching out to brush against the leather strap of the harness. "But you're not interested in the demon, are you?" he murmured, his lips brushing against Alec's ear. "You're interested in something...a bit more...pleasurable."
Alec winced once he heard a whip landing across flesh behind him, not daring to look up and see what the downworlder couple were doing. He felt the warlock’s hot breath against his ear and as he turned around to meet his gaze, he crossed his arms. “What kind of question is that?” Alec asked, his eyes narrowing. He couldn’t concentrate with the loud moans and sounds of whips or wet noises - he just wanted to get his mission done.
“I am a Shadowhunter, as you have already identified; of course I am only interested into slaughter that demon.” Alec moved his palm in front of Magnus’ chest, their height difference showing how small the Nephilim was compared to the warlock. He wanted him to stand still, not wanting any attention, and decided to go to the place Jace has disappeared.
Magnus couldn't help but chuckle at Alec's defensive response. He knew the Shadowhunter was lying - he could practically smell the desire radiating off of him. But he didn't push the issue, instead stepping back slightly as Alec moved away.
"Suit yourself, darling," he said with a smirk, watching as Alec made his way towards where Jace had disappeared. He could hear the sounds of death coming from the private room, and his curiosity was piqued.
But he didn't follow. Instead, he leaned against the bar once again, taking another sip of his drink as he watched the downworlders continue to indulge in their carnal desires. He was content to let the Shadowhunters do their thing - for now. But he had a feeling he hadn't seen the last of Alec Lightwood.
Once Alec arrived at the private room of the club, seeing Jace throwing a seraph blade to him - he quickly grabbed it and sliced off the demon’s throat. Blood spilled down the floor, his own hands covered in sweat and crimson.
Alec grimaced in disgust, trying to shake the drops off his hand.
Jace laughed. “You should go visit the bathroom now.” He said mockingly, looking down the ground as the demon’s body slowly turned into ashes.
“What about you?” Alec asked confused, already opening the door. Jace shrugged, “I have to inform the clave that the mission is done. However, I need you to stay here, in order to watch out for any other demon.”
And when Alec went out the room, leading his way to the bathroom to wash off his bloody hands - he didn’t see Jace’s knowing smile who knew he just made the warlock and his brother a big favour.
Magnus watched from afar as Alec emerged from the private room, his hands covered in blood. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement at the sight - there was something about the Nephilim's raw power and strength that was incredibly alluring to him.
As Alec made his way towards the bathroom, Magnus followed at a safe distance, his eyes never leaving the Shadowhunter's form. When the Shadowhunter disappeared into the bathroom, Magnus took the opportunity to slip in after him.
He found Alec standing at the sink, washing the blood off of his hands. Magnus leaned against the doorframe, watching him silently. He could feel the tension in the air, the unspoken desire between them.
"You know, Alec," he said finally, his voice low and seductive. "You don't have to pretend with me. I know what you really want." He stepped closer to the Nephilim, his hand trailing down Alec's exposed arm. "You want to be dominated. You want to be taken. You want to be mine."
Magnus leaned in, his lips brushing against Alec's ear. "And I'm more than willing to give you what you want."
The Shadowhunter looked startled, his head jolting up to meet Magnus’ eyes through the mirror; feeling the warlock behind him so close made his heart beat faster inside his chest for whatever reason.
“Oh, I see. Now we are stalking.” Alec mumbled, an eyebrow raised as he turned off the water tap, still staring back at the mirror into the warlock’s eyes. “Who do I have the privilege of conversing with?” The Shadowhunter continued, rolling his eyes.
Magnus smirked at Alec's response, his hand still resting on the Nephilim's arm. "Stalking? Hardly," he said, his voice low and playful, observing the Nephilim almost hungrily. "I just couldn't resist the opportunity to get a closer look at you."
He stepped closer to Alec, his lips brushing against the Nephilim's ear as he spoke. "As for who you have the privilege of conversing with...well, let's just say I'm a friend of the downworld."
Magnus leaned back, his eyes scanning Alec's face. "But enough about me. Let's talk about you. You seem...tense. Is there something I can do to help you relax?" His hand trailed up Alec's arm, to his shoulder, then up to his neck, where he began to massage the tense muscles. "Just let go, Alec. Let me take care of you."
“How do you…know my name?” The Nephilim asked, shuddering slightly at the light massage around his neck. He quickly masked his face, grabbing a towel to dry his hands as he glanced to the side, meeting the warlock’s golden eyes in the mirror again. “You very much seem to me like a stalker. And I think it would only be fair if you would tell me your name back.”
Magnus chuckled at Alec's question, his hand still massaging the Nephilim's neck. "I'm a warlock, darling. I know everything," he said with a smirk. "But my name? Fine, let's just say I'm known by many. But you can call me Magnus."
He leaned in closer to Alec, his lips brushing against his ear again. "And as for me being a stalker...well, that's up for debate. But I prefer to think of it as...taking an interest in someone." He nipped at Alec's earlobe, his fingers still working their magic on the Shadowhunter's tense muscles.
"You're still tense, Alec," he murmured. "Let me help you."
“I am tense…because I have just killed a demon.” He answered stoically, leaning in to the touch and nipping, holding the towel still in his hands.
That is what he was telling himself over and over again - he was only here because of a mission. Jace telling him, that he needed to watch out for more demons. But his mind and body craved for something else; and yet even if he didn’t understood it, he soon would.
Magnus could sense the tension radiating off of Alec, but he didn't push the issue. Instead, he continued to massage the Nephilim's neck and shoulders, working out the knots and kinks. He could feel the tension slowly leaving Alec's body, replaced by a sense of calm and relaxation.
"That's better," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "Just let go, Alec. Let me take care of you."
As he continued to massage Alec's neck, Magnus couldn't help but feel a sense of possessiveness wash over him. This Nephilim was his - at least for the moment. And he was going to enjoy every second of it.
When Alec got dragged to a vip lounge with red leather chaise lounges, seemingly on a little stage where one had the perfect view all over the club as well as the spectators over the vip area - he did not expect to find a fluffy looking, wine red pillow next to Magnus’ chaise lounge.
He raised an eyebrow, not knowing how to react properly to this situation for sure. As the Nephilim saw how Magnus sat down on his couch, sipping at his freshly conjured drink with a snap of his fingers and looking around the club with an uninterested look on his face, Alec knew he had to react carefully now.
For whatever reason, he received no attention from the warlock now; probably because he wanted him to find out what he had to do or how to react properly on his own.
The Shadowhunter’s gaze fell on the red pillow from before, looking all inviting to be sat on. Alec decided to do just that; instead then, he decided to kneel on it.
Something was telling him it was right, and when his knees touched the fluffy pillow, his feet behind his ass and hands neatly laid down on his knees - he felt Magnus’ hand patting his head, knowing he has made just the right decision.
Magnus could sense Alec's hesitation, his uncertainty about what to do next. But when Alec kneeled on the pillow, his posture submissive and obedient, Magnus couldn't help but feel a surge of pride.
It seemed the Nephilim knew how to act, his instincts already screaming for submission, as if Alec was just a natural being at that.
The Warlock leaned forward, his fingers trailing through the Nephilim's hair. "Good boy," he murmured, his voice low and seductive. "You know how to please me."
Magnus took another sip of his drink, his eyes scanning the club, fully aware of the fact that he couldn’t get drunk. But he loved the feeling of the hot and almost poisoning taste of the alcohol, trying to call him down somehow.
He could see the downworlders mingling together, lost in their own pleasure and desires. But his attention was solely focused on Alec, the Nephilim kneeling obediently at his feet.
"You look so beautiful like this, Alec," he said, his fingers still playing with the Nephilim's hair. "So obedient. So...submissive. You're mine, Alec. Do you hear?"
Alec nodded and sighed at the praises and dirty talk, leaning in to the touch, trying to make the warlock pleased. His innocent deer eyes looked around, finding downworlders fucking while tied up, or others who fucked their mouth, while the subs were completely covered in full leather, leaving only their mouth open.
He has discovered them earlier while following Jace through the hot crowd, and of course, Alec did not recognise anything of this in general, not knowing that those were the most kinkiest and usual BDSM-outfits. Looking at others fucking, while he still sat obediently at the warlock’s feet - he couldn’t stop but feel slightly aroused, even if he couldn’t quite understand his whole situation.
Magnus noticed the way Alec's eyes wandered around the club, taking in the various scenes of debauchery and kink. He could sense the curiosity and arousal emanating off of the Nephilim, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride.
It was going as he expected it to be, and he wanted to try to push this boy, wanted to find out what else he could do for him.
"You like what you see, don't you, Alec?" Magnus murmured, his fingers now gently tugging at the raven coloured hair. "All these downworlders, lost in their own pleasure and desires. It's a beautiful thing, isn't it?"
Magnus took another sip of his drink, his eyes scanning the crowd again. He could see the lust and desire in their eyes, the hunger for something more. And he knew what they wanted, and that Alec was no exception.
"You know, Alec," he said finally, his voice low and eyes gleaming hungrily. "I could show you something even more...pleasurable. Something that will make you feel things you've never felt before." He leaned in closer to the Nephilim, his lips brushing against his ear. "Would you like that, darling?"
So Alec thought about the Warlock’s request - wondering what place this was even. He had never seen such a thing before, downworlders fucking in public without any shame - looking up at the vip lounge towards Magnus, wanting to receive a look of appreciation which he never gave anyone - and he couldn’t say it wasn’t quite pleasurable, knowing Nephilim would never do this with their own kind.
He turned his head, looking up at his master, his body squirming eagerly on the pillow, feeling the desire coming up.
It was as if something had just taken control over his thoughts, his actions.
“Yes.” Alec answered without thinking twice, without hesitation - oh and what an interesting individual the Shadowhunter was, a fast learner at that.
Magnus grinned at Alec's response, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He could sense the desire and arousal emanating off of the Nephilim, and he knew that he had him now right where he wanted him.
"Good boy," he murmured, his fingers trailing down Alec's neck to his chest. "Very good boy."
Magnus leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Alec's ear again. "Now, I want you to stand up," he whispered. "And I want you to take off your clothes."
He leaned back, his eyes scanning the Nephilim's body. "And I want you to show me just how much you want this. Show me and everyone around us how much of a good boy you can be."
The Nephilim’s eyes widened, a deep blush painted his cheeks and ears of embarrassment. He has considered the idea of getting fucked by that handsome and attractive warlock before when he met his eyes inside the mirror, but now when things got serious, he couldn’t believe what Magnus has just said.
He took in a deep breath, hearing whispers and moaning of pleasures behind him down below the club’s dance floor, eyes all peaked up in interested on the Nephilim once they saw Magnus leaning back and awaiting for the young Shadowhunter’s actions.
Alec stood slowly up, moving and stretching himself gracefully like a cat, before his hands wandered around his harnessed that hugged his upper body like a tight and beautiful embrace of warm and strong arms. He let one finger slip under the leather, then releasing it with a loud slap on his skin.
The Nephilim was very aware of his actions, watching back into the warlock’s darkening eyes of desire - and although he was as bashful as ever, knowing he had to strip in front of his master while everyone could watch him, he couldn’t resist feeling the adrenaline pumping through his veins, a peak feeling of ecstasy.
Alec’s harness fell to the ground on the pillow, his thin and pale fingers wandering patiently around his waistband of his skirt, licking his lips and showing his naked back to the crowd while standing in front of Magnus, a perfect view only for his master.
Magnus watched with interest as Alec slowly stood up, his body moving with a grace and fluidity that was mesmerising. He could of course sense the Nephilim's hesitation and bashfulness, making his lust coming up even more.
As Alec began to strip, Magnus couldn't help but feel another sense of possessiveness wash over him. This Nephilim was his, and he was going to show it to everyone in the club.
He leaned back on the chaise lounge, his eyes never leaving Alec's form. He could see the way the Nephilim's fingers moved over his body, the way the leather harness clung tightly to his skin. And when Alec finally revealed his naked form to him, Magnus couldn't help but growl quietly.
"You are so beautiful, Alec," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. "So obedient. Such a pretty boy, only for me."
Magnus leaned forward, his hand coming to rest on Alec's waist. "Now, I want you to turn around," he whispered. "I want to see all of you."
Alec sighed at the beautiful way his master used his words to get him to do whatever he wanted from him, feeling Magnus’ tight hands ripping off his skirt to the ground.
Little did he know, was that the Warlock had indeed a finger in the pie, blue and soft magic disappearing slightly around Alec as he turned around in his arms so that his naked body faced the crowd, and his ass towards Magnus.
A table appeared in front of him after hearing Magnus snapping his fingers, and he shyly and slowly moved his upper body over it, his hands around the edge of the table.
“Please fuck me.” Alec whined quietly, silent tears of arousal and desperation running down his cheeks. He couldn’t await the Warlock’s big cock inside him already - the Nephilim has never felt so humiliated before. “Please fuck me hard, master, fuck your little slut until my brain is only consumed with you.”
And Alec silently wished Magnus would just do that and keep him for eternity. “Use me for your pleasure, master, please use me as your toy.” Alec groaned, hearing the crowd whispering louder, excited to see what’s going to happen.
The Warlock stepped closer, his hand coming to rest on Alec's bare ass. "You want me to fuck you, don't you, Alec?" he murmured, his voice low and seductive. "You want me to use you for my pleasure."
And he knew he wanted just that, he had heard it coming out of his mouth after all.
Alec didn’t even recognise that he got manipulated in the most sweetest way, words of honeyed desire coming off the Warlock, magic making the Nephilim obedient and addicted.
And it was bad, the Warlock knew; maybe even immorally - but he didn’t care, too thrilled was he about what was going to happen next, such a sweet boy under his grasp.
Magnus leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the Nephilim's neck. "And I'm going to give you everything you've ever wanted, my boy," he whispered, opening his jeans so that only his cock could be free, still wearing his jeans and shirt. "I'm going to make you scream my name."
With that, Magnus grabbed Alec's hips and slammed into him hard, his cock filling the Nephilim completely. He could feel the tightness and warmth of Alec's body, the way he moaned and writhed with pleasure.
Brown eyes widened in pain and unexpectancy, voice a loud whine mixed with a sob.
"Yes, that's it," Magnus growled. "Take it, Alec. Take all of me."
He began to thrust harder and faster, his cock pounding into Alec's body with each movement, listening to the Nephilim’s adorable whines and moans of desperation.
"You're mine, Alec," he said, his voice low and possessive. "And I'm going to make sure everyone knows it."
Oh and how much he was showing it, the crowd getting excited and jerking off to the show presented to them.
“Yes!” Alec screamed, his body moving forward in ecstasy, clenching his hands around the table’s edges. His loud whining affected Magnus in a way he could feel him slamming harder inside his tight hole, the crowd already getting off while watching them as if they were a live porn.
The Shadowhunter rolled his eyes back to his head, opening his mouth to let out silent screams, feeling Magnus’ hard cock slamming with each heartbeat. He has never felt so humiliated before - but also never so good at the same time. Hearing other downworlders around them watching them made him bricked up even more, his own cock dripping with pre-cum down the ground.
“Master you feel so good!” Alec panted like a dog, feeling a hard slap at his ass.
Magnus chuckled at Alec's words, his hand coming down hard on the Nephilim's bare ass again. He enjoyed the way Alec’s slick and tight hole clenched around his cock, desperately for more even though he was already fucking him violently.
"You're such a good boy, Alec," he growled, his voice low and possessive. "So tight. So eager for me."
Soon, there he felt reaching the peak of ecstasy; and his hand came down hard on Alec’s ass again.
"Say my name, Alec," he growled. "Say it loud."
“Magnus!” The Nephilim whined, all over and over again. “I am yours, only yours, master!” Alec groaned, loving the way the warlock was so possessive over him.
The Nephilim felt his orgasm coming closer, eyes and mouth all opened wide, ready to jump off the cliff. “Fuck, Magnus! Please let me come!” Alec whimpered, trying to not come until he got permission from his master.
The Warlock chuckled darkly at Alec's words, knowing that the younger man loved it as much as he did it.
He could feel the Nephilim's orgasm building, the way his body tensed with pleasure.
With one final thrust, Magnus slammed into Alec's body hard, releasing his hot seed, his cock against his prostate.
"Come for me, Alec," he growled. "Come for your master."
With that, Magnus gave Alec permission to come, and the Nephilim exploded with pleasure. Alec moaned moaned loudly, tears of happiness running down his cheeks.
"That's it, baby boy," he murmured, his hand coming up to stroke Alec's hair. "You did so good for me."
Magnus leaned in closer, brushing his thumb over the Shadowhunter’s cheeks in a loving manner, wiping off his tears. "So good. You were so good, my precious boy," he whispered. "Look at the crowd. They can admire you, but never touch you. You are all mine, my little slut."
Alec nodded exhausted, trying to catch his breath. He didn’t quite understand what that was right now, hearing the crowd going crazy.
Magnus has made it his final mission of his immortal life to own Alec forever and completely after that - giving him lots of love and after care, the way the young Shadowhunter deserved it. Because Magnus did really destroy his Shadowhunter, and now he just wanted to let him heal and build him up again. And maybe even destroy again.
And when Jace got to hear from his brother that the night at the club ended up very wild and not the way he expected it at all - he could only smirk and laugh, knowing he was the one who really did them a big favour after all.