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His  eyes. His face. The way his jaw was sharp and chin was well rounded. The way his black hair fell messily onto his forehead. He was a work of art, something to be admired from the far and not  to be touched. His body was slender, my hands yearned to travel over every inch of it. I wanted to feel his soft lips on mine, on  my neck and chest, all over my body. I wanted to lay him down, to take my time and show him how desperately I needed him. His breathe would give my body chills, every inch of me feeling exposed to him as he hovers over me with a seducing look in his dark almond eyes. His lips would cover mine and his hands tangle in my hair, my own hands gripped the bed sheets as he trailed kisses down my neck and towards my chest, inching lower and lower with each peck. My back arches, brining me closer to his bare stomach that was covered in dense, hard muscles.
"Alec". His name flowed out between my lips in a pleasurable sigh.
He looks up at me, his eyes meeting mine.
"Magnus", he says against my lips.

"Magnus. Magnus!"
My head shot up, eyes flying open. Clanging of glasses filled my ears, along with the chatter of the werewolves that surrounded me. Some drunk, and some drinking to drowned out their sorrows, just like I was.
"God damnit, Magnus", Bat said irritably, the owner of Hunters Moon bar. "This is the second time you've blacked out drunk this week!"
I drug a hand over my clammy face, trying to make the world stop spinning. My stomach felt like it was tied in knots and my head felt as if I had gotten punched by a wolf while I was out, which wouldn't be so surprising.
"You need to go", Bat ordered.
"Isn't this what bars are for", I forced out, my throat felt awfully dry. "For people to come in and drink because they have issues in their life that they cant solve so they resort to alcohol?".
Bat folded his beefy arms across his chest, most likely trying to look intimidating. It amused me. I had been with fairies more intimidating then him.
"No, that is what we do" he growled. "You can't just waltz up in here acting as if you're normal in this place. I'm sorry, Magnus. You've got to go."
"Guess you're not desperate for business" I muttered, rising off the bar stool that had made my butt completely numb. There was no telling how long I'd been out. "Thank you like always my dear, Bat. I shall see you tomorrow night."
All of the wolves stared as I walked by, knowing that there was something wrong. It wasn't every day that you see the High Warlock of Brooklyn passed out drunk in a werewolf bar.
"Do not come back in here, Bane!" Bat shouted, only to be drowned out by the slamming of the entrance door.
  The streets were wet, puddles soaking the bottom of my leather boots as I trudged home. The sky promised rain, but when you had magic, getting wet was a option. But magic was too draining, it was something a warlock could do in his right state of mind, not in a intoxicated and depressed one. I could never figure out why I went to the bar to drink, there was a perfect cabinet in my lofts kitchen that held all of the best delectable wines and beers. Maybe the term drinking is no fun alone was true. Thunder cracked loudly above me. It almost sounded like the crack of the shadowhunters whip as she killed a demon in the Pandemonium club the other night. My eyes squeezed shut as memories of him flooded back. He was wearing all black. Long sleeves covered his arms, but not hiding the fact that he was well built. His eyes were a dark brown, his eyebrows the same color. I was sitting in one of the corners with a Fey, sipping a Daiquiri when he walked in. She was pulling at my clothes and whispering things into my ear that I completely tuned out, I couldn't focus on anything as he walked through the crowd of mundane's and downworlders dancing. He held a gleaming knife at his side, his leather clad hands gripping it with what looked like anxiety. The mundanes couldn't see the knife, nor could they see him and the other male and female that was with him. They were hunting, judging by the fact that were all covered in gear and weapons. Even though my lips drew at the other two hunters, I couldn't let my eyes leave the one. Downworlders around noticed them, the crowd had begun to lighten as they scrammed for safety. Some ran, but some stopped and starred. What looked to be a vampire had approached him. She was dressed in a tight, short black dress and had set her hand on his shoulder. He stiffened, shrugging her off. A small smile played on my lips, then suddenly he looked my way. It happened fast, but our eyes had met for a split second before he hurried to catch up with the other shadowhunters. It had shot something through me. A feeling that I couldn't quit describe. I knew they were there to kill, but it was none of my business, so I downed the drink and decided to leave with the Fey. I regret brining her back to my place, as I always regretted the people I brought home. Male or female, it did not matter. One night of pleasure always led to a lifetime of regret.
  Chairman greeted me as I walked into the living room, brushing his head along my pants demanding to be pet. He looked a bit bothered, which rose my senses from their low state to a very alert one.
"Didn't think you'd ever come home", a voice said.
I immediately created a spark in my hand, ready to solve this break in issue. The spark dulled when I seen who it was. My lips curled and I suddenly got the urge to vomit.
"What are you doing here, Camille? I really need better locks on my door."
The vampire looked skimpy as usual, probably dressed for another one night stand with me.
I set my keys down on a random coffee table and kicked off my boots, shedding off a jacket also.
"Look here", I said in a serious tone, pointing at her. " I want you to get out. I am in no mood for your petty games. So please, show yourself to the door."
Camille smiled, trying her best to seduce me. "Oh, Magnus, baby. What has got your feathers so ruffled? It seems like you could use something relaxing."
"Like watching you burn on  a stake?".
She scowled. "You're funny. I was thinking a one on one conversation?".
I laughed. "A conversation? With you? This little one has been enough, now get out."
She rose off the couch she was laying on and made her way towards me. "You have been a little off lately. Who is it this time? Perhaps the little shadowhunter boy you were drooling over the other night?".
"How do you know about that?", I spat out.
"Don't play stupid, Magnus. You know I was there too. He was cute, very cute. A perfect toy for us."
She put a hand on my chest, her eyes trying her best to trick me into doing whatever she wanted at the moment. I let out a disgusted snort and lightly pushed her back.
"You will not lay one hand on him. Do you understand me?".
"Why so protective over him? He made eye contact with you once, do you really think he even knows who you are? Pretty boys like him aren't gay, Magnus."
"Oh my god", I breathed out, starting to rock on the heels of my feet from the agitation. "Get. Out. Of. My. House."
Camille gave me one last smile, rising on her toes and kissing my cheek. "See you around."
I slammed the door behind her, setting a spell on it to where it could not be opened.
"What a night", I sighed.
The Chairman followed me to our bedroom, jumping onto his rightful spot on my bed. I smiled, at least there was someone willing to give me genuine company throughout the night. The nauseous feeling still hasn't subsided. Camille wanted to make me slam my head into the wall. How could I had ever been so stupid to spend years with her?
It was done, over. She was history.
The bed felt welcoming as I fell onto it, burying myself under the sheets. Sleep was the only thing that could fix this feeling that was overwhelming, but I knew that when I woke, it would come right back. He was all I saw in my dreams.