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Magnus swirls the last bit of his whiskey in the glass before tilting back his head and drinking it. He always liked the taste of whiskey, especially the kind he got here in the club. Sometimes it was too sweet, but he couldn’t resist the touch of cinnamon and chocolate in it. He places the empty glass on the table and shakes his head when a server asks to give him more.
His eyes glance around the room. Booths line the walls in colors of black, red, blue, and purple. Not too goth, but not bright and sunny either. Magnus would generally dislike the lack of color, thinking it’s too depressing, but it fit both the owner, Camille, and the space. Dark drapes hang next to floor to ceiling windows, but tonight they’re not covering them. Lights from other buildings can be seen from where he sits, and if he moved over there, he would be able to see the stars.
Light, classical music plays through the room and people move to the beat through the room as they talk, laugh, and touch each other. Because Camille didn’t want to scare away the newbies or have someone from the next building over taking pictures, this room is purely PG-13. Light touching over clothes and making out in the booths or on the dance floor was okay, but nothing more. If you wanted to fuck or play, you had to go to one of the playrooms further in the club.
One of Camille’s ideas for the club she lovingly titled All Tied Up, was a dress code. All subs are given a collar when they step into the main room. A black collar means they are looking for a temporary dom. A red collar means they’re looking for a long term/permanent dom. Blue means they already have a dom and are searching for another. Purple means they have a dom and are perfectly happy with that. Green means undecided, all of the above, none of the above, whatever that meant. The colors made it easier for doms to know if they were available for their needs.
For the doms, their dress code was a little stranger. They had to wear an article of clothing in the color that showed off their status to the subs. Black for temp sub, red for long term sub, etc. Magnus didn’t like that rule much, as he was only looking for a temp sub. He wasn’t allowed to wear any of his favorite colors. Before he’d made the decision to only have temporary relationships, more accurately one night stands, he supposed he was a green. But green did nothing for his complexion so he quickly moved on to black.
Magnus looks around the room again, seeing a sub kneeling on the ground next to a table a few down from his own. The sub is a woman and her head is bowed perfectly with her arms behind her back. His eyes drift up to the dom sitting next to her. He hadn’t seen him before, but the man was lucky to find such a sub. Her collar is red. He hoped she could find what she wanted here.
“Don’t you look depressed,” a sultry, teasing voice comes from behind him. Camille slides into the booth across from him. Her red dress clings to her body. She tilts her head and smiles her red lip-sticked smile. Her blonde hair is braided against her head on one side and the rest of it flows over her shoulder and onto the top of her breasts. “What’s wrong? There are so many delicious subs in here tonight. Why don’t you take one to a backroom and spank the shit out of him or her before you fuck them? I’ve seen you turn down four tonight.”
“Not in the mood.” Magnus suddenly wishes that he’d taken the offer of more alcohol. “I don’t know why I even came tonight. No one here has piqued my interest at all.”
Camille shakes her head and gives him a knowing smile. “You’re not usually so picky. You’ve also never made it a secret you’re only interested in fucking someone once or twice before you move on. I mean, you are wearing black right now. So why not find a sweet little thing or big, strong hunk to fuck tonight and move on like you always do? Why is tonight different than all the nights that came before?”
Not answering, Magnus watches her turn to look out at the crowd. The red dress matches her pale skin tone perfectly and he waits for the tinge of jealousy that normally hits him when he sees her in another dress that color. It doesn’t. They’d tried dating five years ago when he was twenty-five and just starting to get into the scene. She’d taught him most of what he knows but it hadn’t taken long for the two of them to realize they were both doms. The man she would eventually find her was lucky indeed.
“So,” Camille turns back to face him with her eyebrow raised. “Why are you here if you’re not interested in playing? Don’t tell me you’re just here for my whiskey.”
Magnus chuckles and picks up his empty glass. “You’ve caught me. I only come here for the delicious whiskey.” When she doesn’t laugh, he sets the glass back down. “Don’t start with me on this, Camille. I’m not going to change my mind. I’m not here for a boyfriend or girlfriend, a partner, a lover, and certainly not a wife or husband. My clothes here are black for a reason and I’m not going to change my mind.”
Camille makes a derisive noise but she doesn’t say anything. Magnus looks back at the crowd. There were plenty of red collars in the room. He’d been like them, once. He came here after he dated Camille and wore a red tie and cufflinks. It hadn’t taken long before a blonde haired man with sparkling green eyes came towards him. They’d talked for four hours before the club closed. The next week, they’d gone into one of the rooms in the back.
Caleb was the perfect sub. He always knelt when Magnus wanted him to without saying a word. He took the whip beautifully and he absolutely loved being tied down. Their kinks matched up near to a T and they shared almost all of the same hard limits. Magnus had even thought about proposing towards the end of the relationship. One day though, he’d come home to find all of Caleb’s things gone. A note on the table only bore the words “Don’t follow me. I know you won’t believe me but I do love you. Don’t follow me.”
Of course, Magnus hadn’t been able to accept that. He hired private investigators and put far too much money into tracking Caleb down. Turned out, he was with another man. Magnus had ripped up the photos when the P.I. gave them to him. Almost two years together and Magnus had no way of knowing how long the bastard had been cheating on him while living with him. Fucking paying for everything the little shit wanted.
Yeah, not again. Never again.
Magnus hadn’t come to the club wearing red ever again after that. The only thing he wore was black, and other than the terrible fact there was no beautiful colors mixed in, he was perfectly happy with the situation. Whenever he wanted to, he could take a sub to the back and play with them. Sometimes he brought one to a hotel and fucked them there, but he never brought one home and he never would again. He’d be single forever and he was okay with it.
“I think you’re lonely.” Magnus grunts but doesn’t respond. Camille bulldozes on. “You were with me for a bit. Then you were with Caleb, who hurt you terribly. You’ve been single for two years now and have every right to be if that’s what you want. I don’t think that’s what you want though. Sometimes just mindless fucking is enough. You’re not the type of person who’s satisfied with mindless fucking though.”
“I have been for two years,” Magnus growls, wishing the fucking server would reappear with more whiskey. “Maybe I am lonely but I can ease that loneliness by talking to you and doing a scene with a sub a couple times a month. I’m not getting into this again. I’ve told you more than once that I don’t want another relationship. Not after Caleb.”
“How much control over you are you going to let him have?” Camille frowns. “He was a piece of shit that cheated on you. He was the problem in that relationship. You’ve allowed him to close you off to a lot of good people that could have made you very happy. One night stands aren’t going to warm your bed at night and tell you they love you. Don’t you want love?”
“No,” Magnus shakes his head but looks away from her so he can’t see the look in her eyes. “No, I don’t.”
“I don’t believe you.” Camille exhales loudly. “Fine, if you want to just fuck until you die, then be my guest. I’m going to go find my future husband.”
Magnus can’t help a smile and he winks at her. “Good luck to the poor guy.”
Camille winks back and slides her hand down her thigh seductively. “I don’t think he’ll be complaining much, darling.”
“Bye, love.”
Watching her walk towards the dance floor, Magnus sighs and rises from his seat. He wouldn’t find what he was looking for tonight. Maybe he’d be back tomorrow.
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Alec stares around his new apartment. He’d just finished carrying the last of his boxes upstairs. Eleven whole boxes. It was embarrassing how little he owned now. He sighs and picks up one of the boxes to take to his new bedroom. Starting over was going to suck. He couldn’t believe it had been less than 48 hours since his world upturned.
When Alec had gone to college, he’d met Jonathan his second day there. The other man was a senior, tall, light blonde, and had the greenest eyes Alec had ever seen. More than a few of the girls in their sole class together made moon eyes at him all semester, and Alec couldn’t deny that he’d also stared. Out of all of them… Jonathan had chosen him.
Being young, barely eighteen, virginal, and naïve, it hadn’t taken much coaxing before Jonathan had gotten Alec into his bedroom. They’d spent the entire semester either in class, eating, sleeping, or fucking. It had been the greatest time of Alec’s life. At the end of the semester, when Jonathan graduated and had to move out of his dorm, Alec thought for sure the other man would leave him.
No, that hadn’t happened. Jonathan got an apartment near campus and asked Alec to move in. Despite his parents’ disapproval, he’d jumped at the chance. About six months into the relationship, Jonathan showed him a video of a couple performing a scene. Alec hadn’t even known what BDSM was at the time, and their relationship was purely vanilla. It had excited him, seeing men getting tied up, blindfolded, and spanked.
They tried it out that night, a tie wrapped around Alec’s eyes and another around his wrists. He would have been embarrassed how quickly he blew his load that night, if it hadn’t been for Jonathan’s equally swift orgasm. They both decided then and there that they wanted that type of relationship. They did their research, discovered what they did and didn’t want to try, and everything was great.
Everything was great… until it wasn’t anymore. About three years into the relationship, Jonathan started pushing against Alec’s soft limits. Some of them Alec decided were okay, others were pushed into the hard limit category. At first, Jonathan respected the hard limits. Until he didn’t. He’d start off small, picking the ones Alec wouldn’t get that upset over if the boundary was crossed.
Jonathan eventually decided he didn’t just want to be Alec’s dominant in the bedroom. He wanted to live 24/7 in the life of BDSM. Alec, still loving Jonathan, wanted to do whatever it took to make the other man happy. He gave in.
It had been hell, kneeling on the hard, stone floor of their kitchen everyday while Jonathan fed him scraps from his plate. Alec had to ask permission to eat, take a shower, talk, and even sleep. The power trip had clearly gone to Jonathan’s head because he would gleefully give those “rewards”… and take them away. The slightest thing would piss off Jonathan and he might not get to eat that night.
At the beginning, Alec would frequently use his safeword. Most of the time Jonathan would listen but sometimes he’d just be “so in the moment” that he claimed he hadn’t heard the word. It only got worse as time wore on. Jonathan would frequently “mishear” the safeword and, later, said ignoring the safeword was for Alec’s own good. It would help Alec grow.
Grow, funny.
It hadn’t made Alec grow. Quite the opposite, really. He shrank into himself and never told Jonathan what he needed, for fear that he would piss off the other man. He ate less, drank less, took showers less. He never went out unless Jonathan was with him or he was at school. There was always an excuse why he couldn’t go home to the Lightwood house, all made up by Jonathan.
Surprisingly, Jonathan didn’t hit Alec unless they were doing a scene. That was the line he repeatedly promised Alec he wouldn’t cross. But when they were doing a scene, all bets were off. Alec frequently had bruises all over his back, behind, and legs. Jonathan could do what he wanted, when he wanted, and wouldn’t accept the safeword for any reason. Alec wasn’t allowed to wear anything but long-sleeved shirts and jeans. When he got hit in the face, he wasn’t allowed to go outside at all until he healed.
It had all come to a head just a week ago when Alec finally snapped and punched back during a scene. Jonathan had screamed at him to get the fuck out and that Alec was a failure of a sub. Who would want a sub like him? He’d asked Jace to move in with him because he couldn’t handle the embarrassment of running to their parents.
The worst part was, he didn’t know what he was going to do now. Alec had never had a job, having agreed with both his parents and Jonathan that he should focus on his studies. That had worked until Jonathan convinced him to drop out of school a semester and a half before graduation. He saw it now for what it was: Jonathan’s complete and utter control over his life. Jonathan used pretty words, saying that he wanted to get married and adopt, and that Alec could be the stay at home parent.
Thank fucking god they didn’t get married or try to adopt a child.
Alec finishes putting his boxes in his room and moves out to the living room. The place was sparse, Spartan almost, with a TV on the wall and a black couch in front of it. There were no plants, no paintings on the wall, no knick-knacks. Nothing but a couple shelves with some movies on it. He moves into the kitchen and rummages around, finding two each of cups, bowls, plates, forks, spoons, and knives. A single skillet, saucepan, and baking sheet sits on the stove.
The only place Alec doesn’t go is Jace’s room, but he imagined it looked much like the rest of the space. He knew Jace didn’t really stay here much, and only came to get some more clothes or when he and his girlfriend Clary had a fight. Alec felt guilty knowing he would be living here more than Jace did. For free… Well, except for food. Jace asked him to pay for his own food.
Feeling around blindly for his wallet, Alec opens it and thumbs through the bills. Seventy dollars and some change. The credit cards had already been cancelled. He had seventy measly bucks to his name. An apartment of his own was out of the question, considering the cheapest he could find online was for a small 1,200 dollar studio in a… less than safe neighborhood. He had no job experience, couldn’t bear to ask Jace for money, and the idea of crawling back to his parents for help made him physically ill.
He was fucked.
A humorless laugh escapes Alec and he sits at the tiny kitchen table. He carefully counts the money again. How much food could he buy with seventy dollars? It wouldn’t even get him a full week of groceries unless he bought the cheapest things he could find. Ramen noodles, cheap mac n’ cheese, and cans of soup. He didn’t have to eat three meals a day. He could get by on a pack of ramen once a day if he had to.
No meat as that was way too expensive. No sweets either. Fuck, he hadn’t thought about toiletries. Deodorant, shampoo, and body wash were necessities, and he didn’t want to use up all of Jace’s. Toilet paper too.
What was he qualified to do? Alec had a high school diploma but no degree. He supposed he could flip burgers somewhere but could he make enough money that way to get an apartment and stop mooching off Jace? Likely not.
Sighing, Alec stands up and carefully sticks the money back in his wallet. He walks through the apartment aimlessly, wondering what the fuck he was going to do. This couldn’t be a long term solution. He steps into his new bedroom and stares at the mattress sitting in the middle of it. The walls were bare white and the only thing in it was the boxes he’d brought from his and Jonathan’s apartment.
“I’m fucked.” He whispers. “I don’t know what to do.”
Alec slowly starts to unpack his boxes.
Notes:
I reached my 1,250th comment a few months back and decided that every 250th comment after will receive the same gift-fic prize that the last person did. The gift-fic will be your own request/idea and it will be in the fandom that you comment in. It'll probably be just a one-shot (unless I get struck by a massive wave of inspiration) and will likely not exceed 2500 words, but you will get to request the type of fic I write. There are some ships/genres/subject matters I'm not comfortable with so this won't be a free-for-all but I will do my best to give you a great "reward" for sticking by me for the past 2 years.
Current Countdown: 34
Chapter 3
Notes:
Warnings for this chapter are sexy times and very light BDSM of the non-Malec variety.
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Sweat slides down Magnus’s forehead and he swipes it away with his forearm. It was unusually warm in the playroom, and his play with the gorgeous sub in front of him was only making things warmer. He looks down at the young sub. Ryan had approached Magnus tonight, all charming smiles with mischievous chocolate colored eyes. Magnus knew right away the brat could do with a good spanking. Camille hadn’t been wrong before that he needed to get out there more. So, he’d brought the young man back to this room with him.
There had been no hesitation when Magnus ordered him to undress. Ryan had done so slowly, with sexy smiles and little wiggles of his hips. He’d pulled the brat over his lap and spanked him a few times, enjoying the soft gasps and whimpers. Ryan had ground his cock against Magnus’s and had earned a few more swift swats when he tried to get himself off just like that.
Now, Ryan kneels on the bed, pert reddening ass up in the air and practically begging to be fucked. Magnus palms himself through his pants and squeezes. There’s a box of condoms on the table with plenty of lube. It would absolutely be pleasurable to fuck the senses out of the impish sub. Magnus frowns. He didn’t want to. Ryan is gorgeous and he himself is hard as a rock. Despite those things though, he didn’t want to fuck the other man. It wasn’t going to happen.
Clearing his throat, Magnus gives the sub one last smack on the ass, enjoying the soft yelp that comes from the other man. “My apologies, Ryan. I don’t think I’m really in the mood to do a scene right now. I’m sorry.”
Ryan looks over his shoulder and pouts, wiggling his ass as he does so. “Are you sure, daddy?” Magnus fights back a grimace. He loathed being called daddy. “I’ll be good for you, I promise.”
Magnus smiles and smacks Ryan’s thigh. “Maybe another time. I’m sure there’s another dom out there that’ll rock your world. It’s not going to be though.”
The other man pouts but starts to get dressed. Magnus waits until Ryan is done before he opens the door and holds it open for him. Ryan darts in for a quick kiss and Magnus returns it before smacking him on the ass one last time. “If you feel like finishing what you started,” Ryan grins. “I’ll be on the dance floor for a couple hours.”
“What I started?” Magnus smirks and pushes the other man out of the room. “I’m pretty sure it was you coming to me with that smile of yours. I don’t think I’ll be taking you up on your offer but I’ll remember it. Enjoy your night.”
Ryan gives him a lingering look over his shoulder before walking down the hall. Magnus waits a few minutes and rubs a hand down his face. What the fuck was wrong with him? He’s never turned down doing a scene with a sub once going back to a room. He frowns as he moves down the hallway and into the main room of the club. Ryan is already dancing on the floor with two doms behind and in front of him.
Magnus moves over to his favorite booth and sits down, his unbuttoned shirt hanging free. A waitress comes by and he orders his favorite whiskey. Not three seconds after the glass is set in front of him, Camille waltzes over and plops in the seat across from him with a knowing look on her face. He growls, “Whatever you’re about to say, I don’t want to hear it.”
“Touchy,” Camille smirks and takes a drink of her wine. She gazes over to the dance floor. “Do you know what I see?” Magnus grunts instead of answering. “I see an unsatisfied sub after leaving your room. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a sub unsatisfied after doing a scene with you. What happened?”
“You’re not supposed to ask that.” Magnus shakes his head and drinks his whiskey in one swallow. He grimaces. “I just wasn’t interested in fucking him, okay? I spanked him and got him on the bed. It was fucking tame compared to the stuff I normally do with a sub. He was on the bed with his pink ass in the air and I suddenly just didn’t want to do it.”
Camille frowns. “You weren’t hard? Even after spanking him?”
From anyone else, the question would have infuriated him and sent him walking, but not from her. Magnus shakes his head. “No, I was hard. I was very into it. All of a sudden, I just wasn’t anymore. Maybe I was just too far into my head. After our conversation before.”
“I know I was being pushy.” Camille stares at him. “But I don’t think I was wrong. You’ve been fucking away your life since Caleb left. That’s fine for some people but I don’t think that’s who you are. Mindless sex wasn’t enough for you when you met Caleb and it wasn’t enough for you when you met me. You and I were incompatible in the bedroom but we did have a foundation of friendship before we went into the bedroom. You are not even allowing yourself that with these subs.”
“I don’t want to be their friend.” Magnus looks over at the dance floor and isn’t surprised to see that Ryan’s gone. To a room or home, he didn’t know. “That pretty sub, Ryan. I don’t want to be his friend. I just wanted to spank him and fuck him until I suddenly just didn’t want to anymore. What the fuck is the matter with me?”
“You already know what I think.” Camille takes another drink from her glass. “I don’t think a scene and done is enough for you anymore. Maybe you could consider coming in here wearing red next time. Different subs would approach you then. Ones who are interested in more.”
Magnus shakes his glass when another waitress walks by. He buttons his shirt while he waits. “I don’t think I’m interested in more, Cam. Maybe I should just stay away for a little while and build back my appetites. Last month I went to the back rooms every day I was here. Maybe I’ve just had enough of it for a while.”
Camille shakes her head. “It’s your life and only you know what’s best for you. I don’t think you’re right though and I don’t think you even agree with what’s coming out of your mouth. You’re lonely and that’s not going to end because you come here and paddle an ass or two. If paddling an ass or two was what you needed then you never would have hesitated to sleep with Ryan. What was different this time?”
“I don’t know,” Magnus says honestly. “Everything was great. I enjoyed spanking him. I enjoyed him on the bed with his ass in the air. My body was ready to fuck him but I… I didn’t want to. I wasn’t in the right headspace.”
“Hm,” Camille’s brow furrows. “It’s good that you ended it. Both the sub and dom need to be in the right headspace for this to be healthy. It’s also interesting that you didn’t do anything more wild than a simple spanking with him. That’s tame for you. You didn’t want to do anything more with him? Even at the start when you were still into it?”
Magnus frowns. He typically loved blindfolding and tying up his partners when doing a scene together. Hairpulling was another favorite, and wax play to an extent. For being a dominant for as long as he has been, he had pretty mild desires in the lifestyle. Only the smallest amounts of pain got him off, and it was always more the submission than the pain.
“You didn’t.” Camille answers for him. “You didn’t feel the slightest desire to tie him up? I know that’s a favorite of yours.”
“And yours,” Magnus deadpans. “You called this place All Tied Up, after all. And no, I didn’t feel any desire to tie him up or pull his hair or blindfold him or anything.”
Camille grins and finishes off her wine just as the waitress lays down a glass in front of Magnus. “That’ll be enough for him, dear.” She looks back at Magnus and her grin disappears. “I’m worried about you. Either stop coming here for a while or try to move on. I mean really move on, not just fucking random men and women a few times a month. You deserve better than Caleb and you deserve better than this.”
Magnus drinks his whiskey in one shot again and sets the glass back on the table. “I’m not ready for another relationship.”
“I’m not asking you to do that.” Camille reaches over and lays her hand down on his. “I’m asking you to maybe date a little. You could wear red next time you come in and go on a few dates if there’s anyone here wearing red that takes your fancy. You don’t have to marry that person or anything like that. What’s the harm in having a cup of coffee with someone?”
“You know what the harm is.” Magnus scoffs. “The harm is that the cup of coffee turns into a date once a week. Those dates once a week turn into two dates a week and then three and then four. And then we’re living together! Isn’t that marvelous? Then one of us considers proposing while the other one dashes off in the middle of the day. That is the harm in having a cup of coffee with someone.”
Camille sighs and pulls her hand away. She rises from her seat. “You are far more cynical now than when we met. I don’t think this is healthy and I know deep down that you agree with me. Come in red next time and see if there’s anyone wearing red that you click with. Go out for a coffee. If it doesn’t work then it doesn’t work and I’ll quit bugging you. If it does work… you get to be happy. I want that for you.”
“Fine,” Magnus gets up from the booth and claps Camille on the shoulder. “I’ll wear red next time and I’ll prove to you just how much of a disaster this is going to be.”
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Alec carefully fills out his twelfth application. The kitchen table was strewn with them, and he’d have to be careful to take the correct one to the right restaurant. That morning, he’d woken up early and gotten started. He’d walked to all the fast food restaurants in the neighborhood and had even gotten brave enough to go into the fancier places. All he needed was for one of them to want to hire him.
After his job hunt, Alec had walked to a grocery store a few blocks down from Jace’s apartment. There, he loaded up his basket with ramen, mac and cheese, and bought almost expired beef to put in hamburger helper. All that together would last him over a week, if he was careful and ate minimally. There was still fifty-two dollars in his pocket. The hamburger helper had smelled so good as it cooked… but he only allowed himself three bites before he put it away.
One of the fast food places had a wage of fifteen an hour. Alec was hoping that was the one that would take him, though he wouldn’t be greedy and turn down someone else. Fifteen an hour would help so much with toiletries and other necessities. He was living here for free but food was costly, and so was all the other things he needed. Jace wasn’t even asking for lights and gas, though Alec would kick in for that once he could.
Being a waiter absolutely didn’t interest him at all, but Alec’s pride wasn’t so big that he refused to go into one of those establishments. Hell, all of his pride went out the window when Jonathan started abusing him. He’d hate being a waiter but money was more important than his wants right now.
Stomach growling, Alec gets up from the table, opens the fridge, and pulls out the container with the hamburger helper in it. He grabs Jace’s other spoon and eats a bite while pulling another application to him. It was a shame he couldn’t get better jobs. He didn’t have a college degree and he wasn’t sure what a high school diploma could get him. A lot of the places he’d like to look at require at least a Bachelor’s. He had enough credits for an Associate’s but…
What the fuck was he supposed to do? Alec was way too embarrassed to ask his parents for money or to help him go back to school. Jonathan had been his mistake and he had to suffer the consequences of it. Working at a fast food restaurant couldn’t be a long term solution if he wanted to get out of Jace’s hair. Fifteen bucks an hour was great and it was a start, but not near enough. Maybe he could move out of the city? Moving would be expensive but so is living in the city.
Anything that could save a few bucks was good for him.
Someone knocks on the door, pulling Alec out of his thoughts. He glances down at the now empty container. Fuck. He wasn’t supposed to eat so much of it. Only a bite or two… Frustrated, he throws the container in the sink and wipes his hands before moving towards the door.
Alec glances out the peephole and smiles when he sees Aline in the hallway. He opens the door. “Aline!”
Aline grins and leans in for a hug and Alec steps aside so she can come in. “The moment I heard you were shacking up with Jace I raced over here. What smells good?”
“Uh,” Alec cringes. “That would be the entire pan of hamburger helper I just ate like a hog.”
She gives him an appraising look. “Not a hog. You look like you could do to gain some weight.”
Alec grimaces. Yeah, he probably could. One of the things Jonathan liked to withhold from him was food whenever he was angry. Kneeling on rice was horrible. Not because of the pain, but because of how much he wished he could eat it. Once, when Jonathan ordered him to throw it away after their game, he’d been tempted to eat it instead of throwing away the bloody rice. Not even he was able to stoop that low.
Trying to push that thought away now that he had actual food, even if bad food, he leads Aline into the kitchen. “Want something to drink? We’ve got water, soda, or I can make you some coffee.”
“Water, please.” Aline looks around the kitchen while Alec grabs the jug from the fridge. “Jace’s place is pretty decent. You looking for a job?”
Alec grimaces and hands her a glass of water before he pushes the applications together. “Here, you can sit down. I’d whip you something up to eat but I doubt you’re having cravings for mac and cheese or ramen.”
Aline frowns as she sits down across from Alec. “I didn’t know things had gotten so desperate. I know you and Jonathan were having trouble. He could have at least given you some money before he kicked you out.”
“I had seventy bucks in my wallet when he told me to get out.” Alec exhales loudly. “The credit card got declined when I went to the gas station to fill up. I bought shit food at the store today and got an application within a five mile radius of here. I need a job like five days ago. I can’t even use my car because it’s on empty. I don’t know how it even made it to Jace’s garage.”
“How’d you feel about being a waiter or bartender?” Aline looks at the stack of applications. “I make twenty dollars an hour at my job but I get tips on top of that. Let me tell you, those tips are fire. I only work three days a week and can easily afford my studio and all bills every month. I don’t know if you have any bartending skills though. They’re the ones that make bank.”
“I’ve never tried before.” Alec frowns. “Wait, don’t you live in like, a three grand a month apartment?”
Aline grins. “Yeah! I told you the tips were fire. I brought this one dude like six glasses of some hoity toity whiskey I couldn’t even pronounce and he gave me a hundred dollar tip.”
“What?!”
“Right?” Aline laughs. “So afterwards, I went over and asked the bartender how much that whiskey cost. That particular bottle cost eight grand. The least amount in tips I’ve gotten so far in one day was a little less than two hundred. The most I got was thirteen hundred. I’m never leaving this job. They’ll have to carry me out kicking and screaming if they want to fire me.”
Alec opens and closes his mouth several times, speechless. He’d probably kill for two hundred bucks a night. Thirteen hundred?! Aline was so much more personable than he was but he could kiss ass all night long if that’s it took to get a few hundred bucks a night. It all just seemed too good to be true though.
“Where do you work exactly? What requirements are there? Do I need a degree?”
“Nope.” Aline shakes her head. “I work at a club and they don’t care what degree you have or if you even have one. You have to sign a non-disclosure agreement though.”
Alec frowns again. “Why do you have to sign one of those?”
“They have a lot of rich clients there.” Aline gets a dreamy look in her eye. “I saw a famous actor in there one night. I wanted to take a picture so bad but I don’t want to be sued to oblivion. You get a few free tokens once a month too if you work there. If you want to play.”
“Play?”
“Yeah. It’s a BDSM club.” Aline winks when Alec gasps. “Yeah, I know that you like to play. We talked about it back in college a bit. I wasn’t really interested but man, some sexy shit gets up to in there. I started using my tokens a few weeks back just to see if I’d like it. They’re very careful in there. All members need to provide recent STD results. There’s bouncers and shit. Nothing sexual is allowed in the main room at all where I waitress. You’ll get paid a bit extra if you’re willing to go clean up the playrooms. That can be pretty nasty but I’m addicted to purses so you bet your butt I sign up for the cum and piss.”
Alec chews on his lip and thinks about everything she’s just said. A couple hundred bucks a night wasn’t something he could really turn down. That was on top of the twenty dollars an hour wage. If he only worked five hours a night… that would be a hundred dollars plus that sweet tip. Aline got a couple hundred on a bad night. There was no way he could make that much money at a fast food place. Hell, probably anywhere else.
“Are you sure…” He says slowly. “Are you sure that this is safe? Like paying taxes, no police coming on raids, or any other bullshit?”
“Oh yeah.” Aline’s cheeks puff up and she lets out a huge gust of air. “You haven’t met Camille. She is a stickler for rules. A totally lady Dom. It is honestly kind of impressive to see her crack a whip, literally and figuratively. Probably because she doesn’t want to go to jail. She’s got the non-disclosure agreements and the STD tests for all members. Staff don’t have to get the tests unless they use their tokens to play. I’ve had to get a test done since I decided to try playing. Have to pay taxes. Camille’s got a license so the police can’t bust down the doors and raid the place.”
Alec hadn’t been planning on playing or doing a scene anytime soon. Hell, he’d probably never trust anyone else enough to ever do it again, and trust was essential in a BDSM relationship. As long as he didn’t have to participate, he could work at a club. He’d be willing to learn how to bartend if that got him a better wage.
Cleaning the playrooms wouldn’t be bad either. Gross sure, but it wouldn’t be anything worse than what he’d been cleaning for years with him and Jonathan.
He needed money, and like he thought earlier, he had no more pride left.
“Do you think you could get me an application?”
Notes:
The things you do for money 🤣🤣🤣 Alec's gonna get more than he's bargaining for here.
Chapter Text
Magnus stares at himself warily in the club’s bathroom. He’d carefully chosen a black suit but added a silky red tie and red buttons to match. The most impressive part were the ruby cufflinks at his wrists. Those had cost a mint and would likely draw more than a few eyes tonight. He had no intention of being a sugar daddy after what Caleb put him through, but he liked the idea that some of the doms would be jealous of him, while the subs would do anything he wanted.
Maybe he was a terrible person.
A part of Magnus wanted to say fuck it and leave. None of the subs here would be able to satisfy him the way Caleb had, and he’d never let them close enough to betray him the way Caleb had either. Wearing red had been more a favor for Camille instead of moping all night like he’d initially planned. Now he was suddenly starting to regret wearing red. He wasn’t anywhere remotely close to being ready for a relationship and he knew that.
The only problem with leaving was Camille had seen him walk in, throwing a huge grin his way when she’d noticed he had red on. Ugh. If he knew her, and he did, she was probably pacing outside the restroom to pounce on him if he tried to flee the club. There was no use. He had to go out there and face the firing squad.
Magnus pulls open the door and is entirely unshocked when Camille is standing outside, staring at him and tapping her foot against the floor. She quickly looks him up and down, nodding with a satisfied smirk. “I knew you’d look really nice in red.”
“I’m leaving.”
Camille narrows her eyes and raises to her full height. “You are absolutely not,” She lowers her voice. “Leaving this club.”
“Oh please.” Magnus waves his hand. “Don’t use your domme voice on me. That shit didn’t work when we were together and it certainly isn’t going to work now.”
“I should have spanked you more when I had the chance.” Camille purses her lips. “You could use a spanking right now.”
Magnus’s cock starts to grow hard at the thought of spanking some sub’s ass red. Jesus, he really needed to get laid if just the word did this to him. “I could use a spanking. Are you volunteering to let me spank your ass? You are wearing red after all.”
“You can’t handle this ass.”
“You’re not wrong.” Magnus sighs and pulls on his jacket sleeves. “I don’t know if I’m ready for this, Cam. Caleb—”
“Is gone.” Camille links one of her arms through Magnus’s and tugs. He follows her reluctantly down the hall. “And he’s never coming back unless he wants me to get my hands on him. There’s nothing that’s expected of you right now. Maybe you’ll find no one of interest tonight or the next night or however long you decide to wear red. If you don’t, that’s fine. Maybe being single and just sleeping around is enough to satisfy your needs. What if you miss out on someone really special because you’re too afraid to try?”
“I need a whiskey.”
Camille drags Magnus over to his favorite booth and pushes him down on the seat. She signals a server. “Aline, ring him up the top shelf whiskey.”
“Yes, Camille.” The black haired woman winks at Camille and smiles at Magnus. “Mr. Bane.”
“Uh,” Magnus glances between Camille and the retreating Aline. “That felt weird. What are you up to?”
“Who,” Camille gives Magnus an innocent look. “Me? I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Magnus stares at her. “The last time I saw someone wink at you, you literally pulled his pants down and spanked him right in front of me. That was a sub, but still. Please tell me you’re not trying to hook me up with that server.”
“Aline?” Camille waves her hand and sits opposite Magnus. “Of course not. Aline has expressed interest in taking part more in the club. She’s only shown up a few nights to play but she looked gorgeous in her outfits. Smart, funny, and pretty. There really is only one problem concerning the two of you being in a relationship.”
“I’m not interested but I’ll play along. What is the problem between Aline and I? Who knows, maybe she’s my future wife.”
Camille grins. “Her future wife might have a problem with that. She’s a lesbian.”
“Ah, that complicates our relationship a bit.” Magnus chuckles just as Aline sets his whiskey in front of him and a glass of wine in front of Camille. “Thank you, Aline.”
“You’re welcome, sir.” Aline turns to look at Camille. “He’s in one of the back rooms. Should I go…”
“Yes, please.”
Magnus stares at Aline as she walks away before he levels a glare at Camille. “Tell me that you don’t have a poor sub hiding back there to ambush me with. You already picked one out for me, haven’t you? You need to stop treating me like I’m your fucking sub and let me live my life the way I want to live it.”
Camille narrows her eyes at him and Magnus refuses to flinch or react in any way. She crossed a fucking line. “First,” She growls. “You do not ever take that tone with me or I will kick you out of this club so fast your head will literally spin. Second, I do not have a sub waiting for you. There is a young man waiting back there,” Magnus opens his mouth to speak but Camille slaps the table. “I am speaking, Magnus. He is a friend of Aline’s who has fallen on hard times. His, from what I’ve been told, financially abusive ex-boyfriend kicked him out of their house with only seventy dollars in his pocket. He needs money fast and Aline asked me to hire him. Aline knows you’re an excellent tipper and was hoping I would let her friend bring your drinks.”
Oh. Magnus clears his throat. “Um…”
“I expect an apology.”
“Well it’s not the first time you’ve meddled!” Magnus drains his entire glass of whiskey in one go. “Fine! I’m sorry. I jumped to conclusions and was being kind of a jerk.”
“Apology accepted.” Camille glances over her shoulder. “They’re coming in now. Be nice to him. I think I might like him more than I like you.”
Magnus looks up and stills. Aline is standing next to a black haired man with blue eyes. He’s a little too skinny for Magnus’s liking, but he’s the perfect height and just about… yeah, perfect. He looks at Camille and hisses, “You didn’t say he’s a fucking wet dream from Ireland!”
“Oops, didn’t I?” Camille raises her brow and takes a sip of wine. “It must have slipped my mind. My bad.”
“I knew you set this up!” Magnus straightens in his booth and watches Aline and the gorgeous man approach them. “I knew it! I take back my apology! You deserve to be spanked.”
“The moment I saw him, I knew I had to introduce you two.” Camille looks completely unapologetic. “Now, I don’t know if he’s a sub, but some flirting is completely harmless. If it doesn’t work out, I’ll take that spanking.”
Aline grabs the black haired man’s arm and pulls him the rest of the way to the booth. “I’m sorry I won’t be able to be your server this evening, Mr. Bane, but Alec would love to serve you.”
Alec’s cheeks turn red and Magnus refrains from laughing. How much, exactly, would Alec be willing to serve him? “Thank you, Aline.” He makes eye contact with the blushing man. “Just get me a whiskey, please.”
“Yes, sir.” The result is instantaneous; Magnus’s cock goes from soft to hard at the sound of the title. “What brand would you like?”
“Aline can show you,” Camille says and shoos the two of them away. Once they’re out of earshot, Camille looks at Magnus with a smug look. “You are hard as a rock.”
“That’s none of your business.” Magnus shifts uncomfortably in his seat. “He’s got a pretty face and he called me ‘sir.’ Calling me sir might have been purely him being a gentleman.”
“I don’t know.” Camille continues to smug as she rises from her seat and leans down towards him. “When he was being trained, he practically trembled like a puppy every time he was praised for doing the simplest tasks. He at least has a praise kink. He might have more that you’d like to explore with him.”
Magnus looks at the bar, where Aline and Alec are talking to the bartender. “He could be completely vanilla except for the praise kink.”
“True.” Camille picks up her glass and starts to walk away. “Or he could just be shy and needs a firm daddy to put him over his knee. Up to you.”
Ugh, Camille knew he hated being called a daddy. Magnus watches her leave before he looks back up at the bar again. Alec is gorgeous, he can’t lie. Tall, dark hair, blue eyes, legs for fucking days. Magnus palms his cock through his pants as he thinks what those legs would look like wrapped around his hips. Or the man on his lap with his pink ass in the air. Or in his bed with ropes around his wrists and ankles…
Alec turns from the bar and starts back with a tray perfectly held over his arm. He eases himself around the people dancing and starts towards Magnus. Alec’s eyes lower as he gets closer. Yes, definitely submissive, but not a form of submission that Magnus liked. He never told his subs to look down. He loves eye contact because it never lies. No matter what words come from someone’s lips, the eyes will always tell the truth.
Had Caleb looked him more in the eyes, he might have seen the truth of his deception sooner.
When Alec gets to the table, he lays the glass of whiskey carefully down on the table. “Can I get you anything else, sir?”
“Look at me.”
Alec shuffles on his feet before he lifts his gaze until he’s staring just beneath Magnus’s eyes. Yes, either exceptionally shy or submissive. Magnus takes a drink of the whiskey and sets it back down with a clink. “My eyes.”
“Okay,” Alec says reluctantly before he meets Magnus’s gaze. “Is there anything else you need, sir?”
Magnus smiles at the other man and decides to test the waters. “Thank you. You brought me my favorite whiskey and I didn’t even have to tell you what it is. You did very well.”
For a moment, Magnus thinks he may have laid the praise on too thick, based on Alec’s surprised expression. That surprise turns into a grin and Alec bounces on the balls of his feet excitedly. “You’re welcome, sir. It was really Aline. She told me what your favorite is. You should be thanking her.”
“I’ve thanked Aline enough.” Camille was right. Alec has a praise kink. What other kinks were below the surface? Magnus gestures to the seat opposite him. “Would you like to have a seat?”
It’s only a second, a flicker, but Alec’s eyes quickly go from the seat to the floor next to Magnus before they snap back up to below Magnus’s. “I really should get back to work. Do you need anything else right now, sir?”
Disappointed, Magnus leans back in the seat. “No, thank you. Put this on my tab under Magnus Bane. I’ll want two more before I leave, if you’re not too busy.”
“Yes, sir.” Alec smiles but his fingers fiddle with the edge of the tray. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
Magnus watches the other man hurry away. If he could run, he probably would. Alec disappears down the hallway leading to the back rooms. That didn’t look good for Magnus’s chances with him, but he had learned a few key details from that exchange. Alec has a praise kink, undeniably. He didn’t meet Magnus’s eyes unless ordered to. And, most interestingly, he at least considered kneeling instead of sitting.
Alec is a submissive. A gorgeous submissive that any dominant in here would sell their soul to the devil to get their hands on first. Magnus takes a drink.
Hell, he might be willing to sell his soul to the devil to get to touch Alec first.
Notes:
I reached my 1,250th comment a few months back and decided that every 250th comment after will receive the same gift-fic prize that the last person did. The gift-fic will be your own request/idea and it will be in the fandom that you comment in. It'll probably be just a one-shot (unless I get struck by a massive wave of inspiration) and will likely not exceed 2500 words, but you will get to request the type of fic I write. There are some ships/genres/subject matters I'm not comfortable with so this won't be a free-for-all but I will do my best to give you a great "reward" for sticking by me for the past 2 years.
Current Countdown to 1,750: Less than 10
Chapter Text
Alec carefully counts out the money he’d made tonight on Jace’s kitchen table. He’d thought it would be rude to count it at work but he couldn’t help it as soon as he got home. Aline had come with him, asking to use his shower. He felt bad that she’d been cleaning out playrooms while he served guests. There weren’t a lot of them sitting at the tables. Most came up to the bar and the bartender could deal with them.
“Holy shit,” He whispers. “785 dollars.”
Not believing it, Alec counts the money again. Yep, 785 bucks. He couldn’t believe it. That was for one shift, and he wouldn’t even be getting his first check until next week. The 785 was just his tips too! He’d made twenty bucks an hour tonight on top of that. If he somehow managed to make that a few more times this month he could really start saving up.
Camille had said if he did well the first two weeks, he could be on full time. Her idea of full time seemed awfully different than his, considering Aline only worked three days a week. She’d even given a cheeky grin before passing him three tokens before winking and saying she’d love to see him in another capacity.
Those tokens… Alec slides his hand into his pocket and pulls out the tokens. They were silver and the same size as a quarter. The only thing it had on it was the name of the club. It had surprised him not to see a design or logo, but he imagined some people might get judgmental about that. There was always someone acting judgy about the BDSM lifestyle.
Alec had been tempted to hand the tokens back to Camille but he didn’t want to be rude. After Aline had left the other day, he’d looked up everything he could find about Camille’s club. It was ridiculously expensive to be a member there and giving back the tokens might make him seem ungrateful for such a great opportunity. The clientele was pretty decent. He’d been worried about someone touching him or getting grabby like he’d heard at other clubs, but Aline assured him that most of them were too afraid of Camille to touch the staff.
The ones who weren’t afraid of Camille and got handsy against someone’s will were literally tossed out on their ass, according to Aline.
He studies the tokens for a few more seconds before he tosses them on the table. Aline could have them if she wanted. He knew she liked to play now. When he’d gotten the tokens, he couldn’t help but think about that really good looking dom. Mr. Bane. Magnus.
Alec hadn’t acted submissive with any of the other doms that he saw tonight. At least, he didn’t think he’d acted submissive around any of them. A few had caught his eye and he’d smiled, been polite, and did as asked, but he was never submissive. Aline had told him later that a few of the doms seemed disappointed by him not showing any interest beyond politeness.
Despite that, Alec almost couldn’t help but act submissive with Magnus. He’d almost kneeled in front of the man when he asked him to sit down, for fuck’s sake. Making eye contact hadn’t been difficult with the other doms he served tonight but Magnus had been another story. It had been a struggle to obey, but he’d finally looked up into green eyes with a ring of gold around the iris.
When Alec returned to the table near the end of his shift, he discovered that Magnus had left him 500 dollars as a tip. He’d been shocked and asked Aline if that was normal. She’d just said Magnus must have really liked his service because he gave her a hundred dollar bill the last time she served him.
Footsteps come up from behind him and Aline whistles. She sits down across from him wearing one of his old t-shirts, sweatpants, and a towel around her head. “How much did you make tonight?” She nods at the money. “Looks like quite the stack.”
“785.”
Aline’s eyes get wide. “On your first day? How much of it was from Magnus?”
“Uh,” Alec hesitates. He didn’t want to offend her considering his tip was five times the size of hers was. “He gave me 500 of it.”
“Are you serious?” Aline laughs. “Oh my god. He’s never been that generous with any of the servers. Even the ones he thinks are cute. Do you know what else is weird?”
“What?”
Aline smirks. “He was wearing red.”
Alec frowns. “So?”
“Red means looking for a relationship. Well, looking for a sub or dom, long term. Let me tell you, that man has never worn red the entire time I’ve worked there. I’ve talked to some people about him and apparently, he had a really bad relationship. His ex-sub cheated on him or something and he’s never worn any color other than black to the club. Tonight was the first time he came in red. Some of the subs were very excited and all over him. Yet…”
“…Yet?”
Aline’s smirk widens. “Yet, he only had eyes for you. He barely looked at the other subs and turned them away. Camille even tried to ask me if you are a sub without actually saying the words.”
“Huh,” Alec shrugs uncomfortably. “I guess I don’t mind if he thinks I’m good looking. I need the money and he was polite. Did you tell Camille I’m a sub?”
“No.” Aline shakes her head. “I told her that you just got out of a relationship and Jonathan didn’t let you have much money. You needed a job fast and I said you were a good worker. She tried to push but I told her I’m not privy to your private life. She and Magnus are really good friends. I think she’s just looking out for him.”
“She seems nice too.”
Aline turns pink. “You haven’t seen her when she turns all lady domme. I wish she were a lesbian, or at least bisexual. She’s polite but she has a temper that you don’t want directed at you. She’s no nonsense. Don’t act a fool and you’ll be fine in there. Gossip at the club is that they used to date.”
Alec stares at her. “Excuse me? Did I hear you right? I thought they were both dominants.”
“Oh, they are.” Aline chuckles and gets up from the table to grab the pitcher of water from the fridge. She pours them both glasses of water. “This is just gossip, but word is she introduced him to the scene. Magnus was her sub for a little while, but decided he was more a dom. They always look like they’re arguing at the tables but you can tell that they’re really close. So did you think he was cute?”
Cute? Alec laughs. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”
“Well,” She grins and slides one of the waters over to him before sitting down. “I couldn’t exactly say did you think he was the sexiest man you’ve ever met in your life.”
“I thought you were a lesbian.”
Aline shrugs. “I am a lesbian. That doesn’t mean I don’t have eyes. He’s like three inches taller than you. The perfect amount of muscles. Confidence for days. Most subs leave the playroom with a smile on their faces after he’s done with them.”
Alec frowns again. “Most subs? Not all?”
“This is gossip again,” Aline says reluctantly. “You can’t spread it around, but the last few weeks he hasn’t been finishing any of his scenes. Subs have left the room with him disappointed and looking for someone else, or they leave. I heard another dom say Magnus must have lost his balls. I don’t think that.”
“What do you think?
“He’s lonely. If his ex really cheated on him then he’s probably feeling vulnerable. He doesn’t want to let anyone too close or he’ll get hurt. I think that’s why he showed up tonight in red. Meaningless scenes aren’t enough for him anymore.”
Hm. Maybe she’s right. “That could be it. It’s not my business though.”
“Are you coming back to the club?”
Alec nods at the money. “That’s just from one shift. I’ve got to go back. Everyone was nice and I didn’t have to do anything gross. You said I could make more if I cleaned the back rooms?”
“Yeah.” Aline pulls out her wallet from her pocket and roots through it. “Camille tacks on some extra money if you’re willing to clean up in there. It’s usually okay but you have to be willing to clean up cum and the odd piss. Hey, how would you feel about Chinese food?”
Chinese food is Alec’s favorite. He can’t really spend the money though. “Its four in the morning. Where are we going to get that?”
“There’s a place that’s open twenty-four hours. I’m dying for some sweet and sour chicken with fried rice. I can pay for it. Let’s celebrate your first shift!”
A slow grin fills Alec’s face. “Okay, can I get some eggrolls?”
“Yeah!”
Maybe things were starting to look up for Alec after all.
Chapter 7
Notes:
Warnings for this chapter are Magnus getting well acquainted with his hand 😏😏😏😏
Chapter Text
Magnus taps his foot rhythmically against his desk as he stares out the windows of his office. Being the CFO of his father’s finance company had its perks, and this was a major one. Sitting in an office on the 49th floor of the building was a great confidence boost, being able to look out over the city as if he owned it.
True, his father’s office was at the top of the building on the 50th floor. Also true, there were plenty of taller buildings in the city. Still, it made him feel great being able to look out over the city. The people below were smaller than ants racing around trying to avoid being squashed by those above them.
Huh, he really is a sadist.
Working at his father’s finance company hadn’t been remotely close to what he’d dreamed of doing when he was a kid. Magnus wanted to be an astronaut at five, a lawyer at seven, and a scientist at twelve. There was a long year when he was fourteen that he wanted to be a circus performer. His parents regretted taking him to go see that show and never did again. By the time he was eighteen, he knew he wanted to start his own business and be his own boss, but he still wasn’t sure what he wanted to actually do.
Magnus’s father had put his foot down and demanded he go to school for his finance degree. He didn’t really know what he wanted to do, so it seemed as good a degree as any. Math always came pretty easy for him and he’d soared through college with high honors and the Dean’s List, despite partying the majority of every semester. The day he graduated college, he got his first job at his daddy’s company. Some of the guys teased him about it but meh, whatever.
They weren’t making over 450k a year. Plus bonuses.
It was boring work and it was often tedious, having to schmooze up to his father’s friends and co-workers, but whatever. Asmodeus had been talking about retiring over the last few years, and then Magnus would be the CEO and not the CFO. That would probably be more fun than what he does now. At least it couldn’t possibly get any worse.
With the money he has, Magnus could probably start his own company. The problem was that he couldn’t think of anything his parents would approve of. They’d be furious if he started a bar or club. He could imagine the heart attack it would cause them if he even considered starting up a club like Camille runs. As far as he knew, his parents had no idea what he liked to get up to in the bedroom, and it would be best if that stayed a secret. Asmodeus had fired plenty of people for embarrassing him or the company. Magnus doubted being his son would save him from that fate.
The only problem with having money has been dating. Magnus had slept his way through half the people in his dorm by the time he was twenty and had exclusively dated a couple of them too. The problems came after he got his cushy job at the family company. Suddenly, there were plenty of women and men wanting to date him. He knew he was good looking but come on; he knew what they wanted from him.
He’d met Camille at a bar when he was twenty-five and they had a very passionate, yet brief, relationship where she introduced him to BDSM. The most he’d ever done up until that point was a light spanking and he couldn’t believe the things she taught him. The thing about Camille though was that she’d already bought her first club at that point. Camille made way more money than he did and he knew she was safe as a friend and had been as more too.
Obviously, it hadn’t worked out, especially when he stupidly asked her if he could spank her instead of her doing it to him one day. They’d broken up and he’d started sleeping with people at the club, wearing red but not finding anyone that really clicked with him until a year later with… Caleb.
Magnus had had a lot of time to figure out all of the kinks he enjoyed by then, and Caleb had enjoyed almost every single one that Magnus liked. They fit. They were madly in love. And Magnus spent a couple hundred thousand dollars on the cheating shithead in nearly two years. He’d decided never to be with anyone again after that, unless it was doing a scene in one of the back rooms at Camille’s club.
Now at thirty, Magnus was starting to feel lonely. He wanted a relationship and he wanted to be able to trust someone, but he’d trusted Caleb. All Caleb wanted was his money. He didn’t think he could go through that with someone else.
It didn’t help that when he was supposed to be finding someone at the club the other night, he’d been slobbering over that server, Alec, like a dirty dog. Those sweet blushes, the lowered eyes, the consideration of kneeling, the trembling like a puppy at the simplest praises, and his continued use of the word “sir” had all indicated that Alec was a submissive. One, maybe two, of them at once would have raised his brow but all at once? Yeah, Alec was a sub.
Magnus had spent the last couple of days weighing the option of pursing something with a server at Camille’s club. It wasn’t against the rules if the server participated in club activities. All of the servers earned tokens to play with, if they chose. Camille had gleefully told Magnus that she gave Alec tokens prematurely for “doing such a good job.” Maybe next time Magnus showed up, Alec would be wearing a collar.
It probably wasn’t a good idea to get involved. For a variety of reasons. Alec is in his early to mid-twenties and that could prove to be problematic. Not only would people think Magnus was taking advantage, but young people sometimes tended to do dumb things. It could be only dumb enough that Magnus might spank him over it, but it could be even more serious than that.
Problem two. Camille claimed that Alec had just gotten out of a relationship. Magnus didn’t know how close Alec had been with the ex, whether the ex was his dominant or not, and how long they’d been together. Alec might be too emotionally vulnerable to be getting into another relationship so soon, and Magnus wasn’t about to take advantage of someone vulnerable.
Problem three, the worst of them. Aline had told Camille that Alec’s ex was financially abusive and kicked Alec out of the house with seventy bucks in his pocket. Based on Alec’s appearance, it looked like he hadn’t had a full meal in a while. While that tugged at Magnus’s heartstrings more than he wished it did, it was a glaring red flag. Caleb took advantage of Magnus’s wealth, and he hadn’t had a past anywhere as remotely bad as Alec’s might be. Alec might see Magnus as an escape and…
No, he couldn’t do that. He couldn’t be used again.
Even if Alec is the most beautiful man he’s ever seen in his life. It just couldn’t happen.
Despite thinking that, Magnus can’t help but picture those reddening cheeks, and wondering what the other man looked like with a pink ass and neckties around his wrists. No blindfolds. He wanted to see everything Alec was feeling through those blue eyes. The thought has Magnus’s cock hardening and he glances at the door. He didn’t have a meeting for an hour and his receptionist would page him instead of opening the door.
And it wasn’t like he’d never done it before.
Magnus glances at the door once more before he turns his seat away from the windows. As high up as they were, it wasn’t possible that anyone from the street would be able to see him. There were other buildings though and he wouldn’t put it past someone to be using binoculars to spy. He unzips his pants and pulls his hardening cock out of them. He spits in his hand and slides it up his cock, brushing his balls as he does.
Leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes, Magnus strokes his cock slowly, thinking about Alec while he does. He wonders what Alec looked like under those black trousers and white button-up. What noises he could get Alec to make. Was Alec a naughty sub that disobeyed just to see how far Magnus would push a punishment, or a good sub that gets rewarded far more than he’s punished.
Good. Magnus grunts softly as he thrusts faster into his fist, thinking about Alec wriggling like a puppy dog at his praise. Magnus wasn’t even Alec’s dominant and Alec had wanted so badly to please him. Naughty subs were fun, and he loved them, but good boys were the best to play with, in his opinion. God, he hoped Alec didn’t like to call his dom “Daddy.” That would just kill it for them.
Precum slides down Magnus’s cock and he groans, sliding his hand up to the head and playing with his balls with the other. He pictures Alec in his bed, spreadeagled, his wrists and ankles tied to the posts while Magnus fucks into his sweet heat, making the man cry out over and over again. Not stopping until Magnus was done. Then they’d go again.
That, or Alec could come here to the office, get beneath his desk, and suck him off while he’s in a business meeting with a partner, trying to avoid making sucking noises while Magnus pulled on his hair. That thought has Magnus lifting his hips faster, fucking against his hand and panting loudly.
A sharp buzzing noise fills the air, making him jump. “Mr. Bane?”
Magnus growls and hits the button for the phone. “What.” He says sharply. “What do you need?”
“Um,” Callie, his receptionist, squeaks. “I’m so sorry, sir, but Mr. Harlow is here for your meeting.”
“I don’t have a meeting with Mr. Harlow.”
“Yes, you do, sir,” Callie says apologetically. “I left a note on your desk when you went to lunch.”
Magnus glares at his desk and finds the note on his laptop. The laptop he was supposed to be using right now instead of masturbating to fantasies about Alec. He growls. “Fine. Tell him to come in here in five minutes. I need to wash up.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Fucking fuck.” Magnus gets up from his desk and walks into the bathroom that he’s eternally grateful is in his office. He considers finishing up in here but knowing his luck, Mr. Harlow would walk in and hear him jacking off. His father would never get over it. “Fuck.”
Magnus tucks himself back into his pants uncomfortably and splashes some water on his face. He needed to get Alec out of his head.
And there was only one way to do it. Maybe Alec would be interested in using his tokens.
Chapter 8
Notes:
Alec's cleaning up and thinking about bodily fluids in this chapter 👀👀👀
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Alec grimaces as he unplugs some scent thing from the wall before plugging in a new one. The room smells overwhelmingly like sex and cum. He almost regrets telling Camille he wouldn’t mind cleaning the back rooms. The only thing that makes him not want to leave is that she’s paying him very well for this, and really, he doesn’t have much pride left after everything Jonathan did to him.
With the money he gets tonight, he’ll be able to buy good groceries like carrots and blueberries. His paycheck this week will be able to help him afford rent for a cheap place. He’d saved up every penny he got from his first check and all his tips. Jace wasn’t charging him for rent but Alec didn’t want to leach off his younger brother for more than absolutely necessary. Because of that, Alec was becoming strangely okay with getting flirted with by surprisingly hot doms, and Magnus was his favorite of the flirts, and yes, even cleaning up cum.
Thank god he hasn’t had to clean up piss yet. He might literally throw up and have to get Aline to come in to clean the cum, piss, and puke up at the same time. That was one kink that Alec would never be able to understand. He’d never kink shame anyone but… ugh. At least clean it up yourself.
Oh well. Alec was getting paid way more for this than he got for waiting. Even the tips were way better than the waiting tips. And yes, that included Magnus Bane’s tips. The only thing that was disappointing was he wouldn’t be seeing Magnus tonight, but he really shouldn’t see the other man anyways. He’d just been dumped in a horrible way. There was no way he was getting into another relationship anytime soon. No matter what type of relationship.
Alec wouldn’t be lying though if he hadn’t been thinking about maybe using one of the tokens. Just one. Just to try it out. Aline had gently suggested it might be the best way for him to heal from what Jonathan did to him. It would be a controlled environment here. Nothing would happen that he didn’t want to happen. Camille would murder a person if they touched him against his will or hurt him in any way that he didn’t make explicitly clear he wanted.
Still, Alec was unsure about it. He’d just gotten out of the relationship with Jonathan. Could he be a good sub, even for just a single night? Every interaction he’s had with Jonathan over the last year has led to him flinching or crying or worse.
And the sad truth of the matter was he didn’t think he could ever trust someone enough to be naked with them ever again. The scars that Jonathan left on him were not just emotional but physical as well. There were scars in his knees from where the rice had dug into them. He’d been whipped, flogged, cut, scratched, bit, beat, and everything else that Jonathan could think of. They had left marks. Some of them healed completely. Others left scars that have never completely gone away, especially his back. He never wanted anyone to see his back. That was Jonathan’s favorite place. He’d either have to be in the dark in the bedroom, which could have bad consequences with BDSM involved, or he’d have to get close enough to someone that wouldn’t be disgusted with what happened to him.
Neither option felt possible for Alec, so he’d have to be alone. No more flirting with Magnus or any of the other doms. He’d be polite and serve them, but he absolutely would never think about kneeling in front of Magnus again. Hell, what if Magnus never came in again? A guy could dream, right? Never mind that Magnus and Camille were best friends and ex-lovers and ex-BDSM partners.
Alec sighs and pulls his phone out of his pocket. He can’t even believe he has a phone right now. Aline was literally the nicest person in the world and had let him have her old one. He clicks on a music app and sticks earbuds in, keeping the volume down low enough he’d hear if someone called to him or knocked on the door.
He starts with the bed, pulling the sheets off of it, bundling them up, and tossing them into the black, rolling laundry basket Camille had given him. Re-sheeting the bed isn’t fun and he has to do it three times before he finally gets it right. The sheets are the softest cotton he’s ever felt and he gives himself a mental reminder that when he wins the lottery, he has to buy a set of these sheets.
Humming under his breath, Alec uses sanitizing wipes to get all the spots off the X-cross before he gathers all the toys in the rooms, even the ones he’s not sure if they’ve been touched or not, and puts them in a tub to go be sanitized properly. He was secretly grateful that he wasn’t expected to do that. No money in this world could get him to do that. The sheets were bad enough. Alec picks up a black dildo that looks like it’s at least fifteen inches long. Seriously, it was almost as long as his arm. How did it even fit?
Despite the music, Alec can hear a voice says, “Is that your favorite toy?”
Alec drops it and jerks his head up to see… Oh god, kill him now. Magnus is leaning against the open door with a smirk on his face. Alec’s cheeks burn and he stutters, “I-Uh-No, you’ve got it wr-wrong! I’m just cleaning!”
Magnus says something too softly for Alec to hear over the music and he quickly turns it off, pulling the earbuds out of his ears and shoving them into his pocket. “Sorry, what?”
“I said,” Magnus grins and looks Alec up and down. “What’s a sweet, innocent man like you doing in a room like this?”
“I’m not so innocent.” Alec blurts out before he flushes a deeper red. “I didn’t mean that in a bad way.”
“Oh?” Magnus looks at the tub where a black dildo is hiding. “What way did you mean exactly? Have you ever done this kind of stuff before or have I just been assuming you’re a sub?”
Alec looks at the X-cross and the toys in the box before he looks at the freshly made bed. “I’ve done some of this stuff before.”
“Which stuff?”
“Um,” Alec picks up a flogger, whip, cock ring, dildo, and vibrator. There’s some other stuff in the tub that he’s never even seen before. He looks at the X-cross again. “I’ve never done that before.”
Magnus hums and crosses his arms. “Camille has told me that she gave you tokens to take part in the club. Would you have any interest in doing that?”
Yes, yes, and yes. Alec shoves that thought down deep as far as it will go. “I’m not sure. I’ve never been part of a club like this. I’ve heard they can be kinda… seedy and dangerous.”
“They can be,” Magnus admits. “If you go to the wrong place. Camille’s clientele are different here. Has anyone made you feel uncomfortable.”
“No.”
“Have I made you feel uncomfortable?”
“Uh… No.”
Magnus’s smile disappears and a frown replaces it. He rights himself and Alec’s eyes widen. “I didn’t mean uh, no. I meant no. You haven’t made me feel uncomfortable at all.”
“Don’t lie to me.” Magnus’s voice deepens and Alec would be lying if he didn’t admit Magnus’s dom voice was fucking hot. Alec’s eyes lower. “Look at me.”
“I’m not,” Alec glances up before his eyes flutter back down. “I’m not very good at doing that.”
“Try,” Magnus’s voice softens. “Look at me. Tell me why I make you uncomfortable and don’t lie. There’s nothing I hate more than a liar.”
Hoo boy. It shouldn’t be hard to look someone in the eye, especially a man that Alec couldn’t help but admit he was very attracted to despite the recent dissolution of his last relationship. Jonathan never let him look him in the eye unless he demanded it. That didn’t happen very often, and now Alec was finding it very difficult to meet Magnus’s eyes in a way that was not normal even for a submissive like him, who liked to serve. He hesitates a little bit longer before he just sucks it up and looks at Magnus, their eyes meeting, and it takes everything in him not to look away.
Magnus’s eyes soften, or they were always that way, Alec doesn’t know, and he takes a couple steps closer before he grabs the door. “Would you be okay with it if I closed the door?”
“Yes,” Alec says automatically. “I’m fine with that.”
“Good,” Magnus shuts the door and the click is too loud in the quiet room. “Can you tell me why I make you uncomfortable?”
“It’s nothing you did,” Don’t look down. Don’t look down, Alec. “It’s just that, I don’t know what Camille or Aline told you, but I just got out of a relationship that ended pretty badly. I wasn’t interested in a relationship at all when I came here and then I was kind of shocked by my attraction to you. I’m more uncomfortable by my attraction and uh… wanting to serve you, than anything you did.”
Magnus frowns and nods slowly. “So you’re not ready for a relationship. At all, outside of here, or is the club a place that you’re open to?”
“I don’t want anything serious at all,” Alec admits. “I was with my ex-partner for over four years. I’ll admit that I became curious about these token things after I met you but I haven’t even known you... Two weeks? I’ve only worked here five days out of those two weeks, and I know I’ve gotten so many hours just because Camille thinks you like me.”
“I do like you, and us knowing each other for a short time doesn’t matter,” Magnus shrugs. “I’ve fucked people I’ve known for a couple hours in here. That’s the beauty of this place. You can find exactly what you need or Camille will die trying to get you what you need. Trust me, I think she’d sacrifice her soul if it meant I found my true love here. You could be a in-club only sub and nothing happen outside, if that’s what you’re interested in.”
“I thought red meant you’re looking for a long term thing.”
Magnus laughs and looks down at his red tie. “Yeah, it does. That doesn’t mean I’m not open to something shorter term. I’m actually more into that. Camille convinced me to wear red the last couple weeks but you and I share a bad history with our exes. I’ve decided I’d much rather just stick to just playing in the club with no strings attached.”
“I’m sorry.”
Magnus makes a meh face. “It’s not a sacrifice. A lot of the subs are really pretty.” He grins slowly. “You’re really pretty. How old are you, Alec?”
“Uh, twenty-three.”
“Great,” Magnus crosses his arms again. “So are you interested in seeing where something would go with me? Have you gotten tested? It’s a requirement to play here.”
Alec drops his gaze. “I, um, I can’t. I can’t afford it right now. Maybe when I’ve been working here for a while and you’re still interested—”
“Look at me,” Alec shakes his head. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Camille shouldn’t have but she told me you were kicked out by your partner without any money. I don’t give money to my sexual partners, but I can pay for your test, if you’re interested. I’ll give it to Aline. I trust her enough to be honest.”
Why would Magnus get into any kind of relationship with someone he doesn’t trust? Alec nods and glances up at Magnus again. “I’ll get the test.”
“After you get it, come back and we can talk over limits. We can see if we’re compatible before we even go into a bedroom. Are you okay with that?”
This was moving so fast. Alec needed to say no. He should say no. But… He doesn’t want to. There was a good chance that Magnus would think he’s weird that he doesn’t want to take his shirt off, and he’d leave. That’d be fine. He could handle that. And Magnus wasn’t wrong. This was the safest place for Alec to play, if anyone would be interested, and be perfectly safe at the same time.
The sad truth was that Magnus was literally the only person he was remotely interested in playing with. That instant need to submit had filled him the moment they met and Alec couldn’t deny it. He nods. “Yes, I’m okay with that.”
“Good,” Magnus moves forward and lifts Alec’s chin with a finger. “I’ll see you back here in a few days. Now, you’d better get to work or Camille will whip you into shape.”
Alec flushes and watches Magnus walk out of the room. He was in big trouble.
Chapter 9
Notes:
Da-dum-dum! Time to talk about limits! There's a lot of BDSM sex talk in here and a brief mention of bodily fluids.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Magnus frowns as he takes a drink of whiskey. He sets the glass down too hard and tugs on his tie nervously. This wasn’t at all like him. He never got nervous, especially concerning subs. Not even Caleb made him feel nervous when they were together, and he’d once loved Caleb more than anything else in the world.
Alec made him feel nervous. Maybe it was the little, sweet blushes Alec gave him when he suggested the two of them start a club-only relationship here. He’d mistaken that sweetness for innocence at least until Alec had shown him the toys he’d used before. To be fair to himself, the toys that Alec showed him were rather tame in the BDSM world. A small vibrator, a small dildo, a whip and flogger that probably barely hurt at all, and a ring.
Maybe Alec preferred the sensation over the pain? Magnus could work with that. Sure, he liked spanking the hell out of his subs, but he also liked the gentler kinks too. He didn’t really want to spank the hell out of Alec either. Those sweet blue eyes, sweeter blushes, and embarrassed smiles dragged out the protective side that Magnus hadn’t really wanted to feel since Caleb left.
Come to think of it, Magnus hadn’t really even felt that kind of protectiveness with Caleb. Caleb was upbeat, full of laughter, and, quite frankly, a bit naughtier than his subs normally are. Magnus probably spanked him more than all of his subs combined. Caleb hadn’t needed a protector. And yet…
When they’d come up with their limits and other things, Caleb had said he likes using “daddy” instead of “sir” or “master.” Magnus had quickly shut that down and Caleb hadn’t had a problem with it. At least as far as Magnus knew.
The guy Caleb cheated on him with was probably “daddy” now.
Whatever.
Magnus narrows his eyes as he takes another drink before looking up at the bar. Aline laughs at something the bartender says and Magnus looks back down at his table. Alec said he’d come tonight, and Camille had said his test results had come in negative. But it’s been twenty minutes since they were supposed to meet. Maybe Alec had decided not to do this after all. That disappointed him more than it should have.
Especially considering Magnus is no longer wearing red. A fact that Camille had been, admittedly, frighteningly angry over. He’d considered just handing her a flogger and letting her go to town after seeing her face turn as red as her dress. She hadn’t even come talk to him after seeing him walk into the club. Maybe he should just go buy a red collar.
Ha.
Aline steps up to the table and lays down another glass of whiskey. She looks over her shoulder at the door before she says, “Can I get you anything else, Mr. Bane?”
“Forgive me if I’m being too forward,” Magnus clears his throat and hands her his empty glass. “But I thought Alec was supposed to be coming here today.”
“Well,” Aline looks uncomfortable and shrugs. “He might have changed his mind. He said he was coming when I talked to him a few hours ago but he might have, well… Chickened out. It really hasn’t been very long since his breakup and might need more time to get over it.”
Magnus shouldn’t be disappointed. He’d been turned down before. It was the nature of the club. There was always someone there that could make it up to him. But…
Aline hurries on. “I think he does like you though. It’s just that—”
“Get back to work!” Camille appears in front of them out of thin air. Magnus swears to god and everything else that’s holy. She fucking appeared out of thin air right in front of them. “Aline, go work! Magnus, sit up straight, for fuck’s sake! You’re not going to be anyone’s dom if you slouch like a schoolboy!”
“Sorry, ma’am!” Aline dashes away and Magnus makes a face at Camille. “What crawled up your ass and died? I thought you liked Aline.”
“I love Aline, but I’m doing you a favor!” Camille looks behind her towards the hallway leading to the bedrooms. “Over here, darling.”
“Oh, Camille.” Magnus groans. “Stop trying to hook me up with red-collared subs!”
Camille smirks at him. “This one has on a black collar, for your information. He’s also got gorgeous blue eyes and black hair and pale skin that looks delicious when red.”
Magnus perks up. “Alec?”
“Come on, darling. Don’t be shy. Magnus won’t bite unless you ask him to.”
Magnus doesn’t turn around to stare, even though he really wants to, because he doesn’t want to scare the other man off. His fingers tap against the top of the table nervously and he balls his hand into a fist. It wasn’t like him to get nervous, damnit! He was acting like Camille had said: a schoolboy.
Alec steps around the booth and stands outside of it, opposite Magnus. He tugs at his black collar and Magnus looks down at his clothes. It’s the same black trousers, white button-up, and black tie that Camille has all her servers wear. Maybe he didn’t have anything nicer. Whatever. Magnus didn’t need nicer clothes.
“Hi, Alec.”
Alec nods at him and his cheeks flush. Camille was absolutely right; his skin did look delicious when red. Speaking of Camille, she grins as she looks back and forth between them. She rests her hand on Alec’s shoulder. “Why don’t you sit down and I’ll have Aline bring you something to drink, Alec?”
“Uh,” Alec sits down across from Magnus, still tugging on his collar. “Nothing for me, thanks.”
“On the house, darling.”
“What?!” Magnus scoffs. “You never give me stuff on the house!”
Camille raises her eyebrow and looks pointedly at his whiskey. “Maybe if you didn’t drink whiskey that costs eight grand a bottle, you’d get things on the house. But fine, you want on the house, you get on the house. I’ll give you a glass of my cheapest whiskey.”
Magnus makes a face. “Never mind.”
“So, Alec,” Camille smiles at him. “What would you like? We have everything you could ever want and don’t worry your head about the price. I’ll even throw in a glass of Magnus’s favorite whiskey. On the house.”
“Hey!”
“Uh,” Alec glances over at the bar. “I’m not much of a drinker. A rum and coke if you’ve got it.”
“Of course.” Camille winks. “I’ll send that over with Aline and leave you two boys to have a chat.”
Magnus rolls his eyes as Camille saunters away. “I’m sorry about her. She’s my best friend and thinks she needs to insert herself into every aspect of my life. Also, you can take off the collar if you want. I know you don’t like it.”
Alec lets out a whoosh of air and grins as he takes the collar off. “Oh, thank god! I don’t know how the subs do it in here. It’s so constricting.”
“That’s part of the point,” Magnus takes a sip of his whiskey. “It’s something that you’ll always feel against your neck, so that you can always feel your ownership. It’s not for every sub though. I hated mine, but I am a dom after all.”
“Aline,” Alec looks at him shyly before he glances down at the table. He twists the collar around in his hand. “Aline told me you and Camille used to be in a relationship. That you were her sub.”
Magnus nods. “I was. Needless to say it didn’t work out very well. We both wanted to be in control.”
“Here you go,” Aline walks up to their booth and sets down Alec’s drink. She leans forward and looks into his eyes. “What’s our word?”
“Coconuts.”
“Good!” Aline waves at Alec. “Have fun! Just wave if you need me!”
Magnus’s eyebrow raises. “Coconuts?”
Alec’s cheeks get darker and he picks up his rum and coke. He takes a big drink before he lowers it. “It’s our safeword.”
“You…” Magnus purses his lips to keep from laughing. “You and Aline have a safeword? I thought she was a lesbian.”
“She is.” Alec shakes his head and starts to laugh. “She wants me to be safe. I’m supposed to call her over and tell her that we need to leave because we forgot coconuts at the store. It’s if I’m uncomfortable with you.”
Magnus grins slowly. God, he looked so gorgeous laughing. “It sounds like the two of you have a strong friendship.”
“We do.” Alec laughs again before he takes another drink. “Are we going to talk about… you know?”
It takes a supreme effort not to snort. Or laugh. “Do you want to talk about… you know?”
“I thought you wanted to talk about limits and stuff.”
“I do.” Magnus slides a folder towards him, opens it, and hands Alec a piece of paper. He pulls a pen out of his pocket. “Those are all of my limits. I’ll need to know yours before we get started. I respect both hard and soft limits. I tend not to even touch soft limits at all. If you’re even the tiniest bit uncomfortable, I’m not interested in it. Do you understand?”
Alec nods and looks down at the paper in his hand. “I thought this was going to be a contract.”
Magnus rifles through his papers until he gets to a contract he’d had his lawyer draw up. “This is one, though I don’t think there’s a need to sign it. Camille’s lawyers are brilliant and you’ve already signed an NDA. That agreement covers both of us, Camille, the other patrons, and the club. This agreement would just be between us, though we both already have the same exact protection from the club. Do you want to?”
“No, I trust Camille.” Alec slowly reads down the paper. “You don’t have many soft limits and only a few hard ones. How long have you been doing this?”
“Five years. You?”
“No way!” Alec looks up and smiles, though Magnus notices that he doesn’t quite meet his eyes. It’s like Alec’s looking at his cheekbone instead. “Me too. Though you’re much more experienced than I am. I haven’t even heard of some of the stuff you like to do.”
Magnus smiles back before he uncaps his pen. “Can I ask you some questions?”
“Sure.”
“You’re twenty-three, right?” Alec nods and Magnus writes that down. The age gap wasn’t huge, but some people would have a problem with it if they ever left the club. Not like that was going to happen. “Are you okay with me being thirty?”
“Yes, I prefer older men.”
Magnus forces back a grin. Good. “What are your soft limits?”
Alec takes another big drink, draining the glass before he stares pointedly at his paper. “Mine are going to sound so tame and vanilla compared to yours.”
“That doesn’t matter. We all have different needs. What are yours?”
“I’m…” Alec hesitates. “I’m iffy on giving oral. I got choked once and I don’t like it rough.”
“So you don’t like face fucking?” Alec shakes his head. “Okay, that’s fine. Face fucking is a hard limit and oral is a soft limit. I’ll ask for permission any time I want to receive it. Are you okay with getting it?”
“Yeah,” Alec frowns. “But that’s not fair to you.”
“Look at me.”
Alec shakes his head. Magnus reaches across the table and takes Alec’s hand. “Alec, I need eye contact when we have important conversations like this. I was lied to in the past and eyes don’t lie. I won’t ask you to do it very often because I know you’re shy, and I know your kink is to serve your dom. Please look at me, or this can’t go further.”
A beat passes, then another. Magnus isn’t sure that Alec is going to obey him, but the other man slowly raises his head and looks at the same spot. Magnus’s cheekbone. Good enough. “I’ll decide what’s fair to me and you decide what’s fair to you. Now, I had a suspicion that you don’t like pain. Is that a hard limit?”
Alec’s eyes widen and he kind of shakes and nods his head at the same time. He shrugs. “It’s complicated. I like to be spanked with a hand but nothing else. No floggers or whips or chain or any of that weird stuff I saw in the rooms. No body fluids except the fun one. Nothing super dangerous like electrocution. No nipple clamps. I’m fine I guess with some toys but I prefer human touch. I really like… I guess sensational stuff?” Magnus smiles and mentally fist bumps the air. “I really, really love blindfolds. Like, a lot. And feathers and ice. Wax is iffy because I’ve only ever done it a couple times but I liked it when I did it.”
“Gagging? And how do you feel about aftercare? I like to give a lot of it.”
“Absolutely not.” Alec shakes his head again. “I don’t like choking, gagging, or anything that makes it where I can’t talk or breathe. I like bondage but only tying up my arms with something I can break out of easily. And I love aftercare. The more the better. It’s really tame stuff, I know. I’m sorry.”
“Oh no,” Magnus finishes writing it all down. He smiles at Alec reassuringly. “I can work with that. Is there anything else you really need me to know right now? Places you don’t like to be touched? Super ticklish in your armpits or something? It doesn’t have to be a soft or hard limit. Just something you need me to know.”
“I, uh,” Alec looks around the room. He sticks his tongue in his cheek and looks down at the list of Magnus’s limits in front of him. “Um, I have a hard limit that might make you want to do this at all. I should have started with it but I didn’t know how you’d feel about it.”
This time Magnus doesn’t say anything when Alec looks down. He knew Alec wouldn’t look up even if he turned on the dom voice, and that was really not a good idea right now. Everything had been going great until…. Now. “What’s your limit?”
“I don’t want to take off my shirt. I don’t want you to touch my back either. Over or under my shirt.”
Notes:
This one wound up way longer than I intended and was going to end with them going to one of the bedrooms in the club. That'll be next chapter 🤣 I just can't decide if I want their first sex scene to be from Alec's POV or Magnus's.
A sort of first date for our boys! A real date is upcoming!
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Chapter 10
Notes:
Kinky talks 😏😏😏
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Alec stares at a point above Magnus’s head. He wants to look down but he also knows Magnus needs eye contact. Hopefully this was enough “eye contact” for the man to be satisfied. He doesn’t want to see disappointment or rejection or anything else negative in those eyes. Even though they barely knew each other, the rejection would hurt. Not that Alec would blame him for it. What kind of sexual partner wanted to sleep with someone who refused to take off their shirt.
Let alone let their partner touch them over or under the shirt.
The silence is long and uncomfortable. Should Alec just get up and walk away? That’d be really fucking weird, and even more uncomfortable. It was clear that Magnus was trying to come up with a way to end this, whatever this is, without offending Alec. Alec didn’t feel great about that, but it was something he expected. He could, in theory, hide his scars even without his shirt on, but the chances of Magnus seeing them were high, especially if Alec is blindfolded. He didn’t want to see the look on anyone’s faces after seeing them, especially a sexual partner.
Magnus clears his throat and takes a sip of his whiskey. “You want to wear a shirt during scenes.”
It’s not a question, but Alec nods. “Yes.”
“Even during sex?”
“Yes.” Alec nods. “At all times. And I don’t want my back to be touched either under or over the shirt.”
“What about your chest?”
Alec frowns and thinks about it for a second. He was fine with his chest being uncovered. Jonathan never touched that, shockingly. Still, he wasn’t sure how it would work letting Magnus look at and touch his chest without his back being bared as well. “As long as my back is covered, I don’t care. I guess I could wear a button-up shirt.”
The suggestion seems like a weak, and uncomfortable, one for Alec. Magnus taps his fingers against the table and takes another swig of his drink, draining the glass and plopping it down on the table. “I have to admit,” He says quietly. “This is the strangest hard limit I’ve ever heard of. May I ask why?”
“No,” Alec shakes his head. “Our conversation and what’s going on here will be over if you ask me about it. I understand if you’re not okay with that answer and I’m perfectly willing to go back to being just your server here.”
Another uncomfortable silence falls on them. Alec half expects Magnus to march off or use his Dom voice, which is sinful. Alec looks over at the bar. Aline is standing next to Camille and they’re both staring at them. Aline says a word and Alec’s pretty sure it’s coconuts, but he looks back down at the table where the contract and list sit. He didn’t want to leave. And he didn’t want Magnus to leave either.
It wasn’t fair. Alec knew what he was asking from Magnus wasn’t fair. Trust. Alec was willing to trust Magnus with his body, for the most part, but not with his mind. They should really both walk away from each other right now. BDSM requires trust and they were entering a relationship where Alec was withholding something. Something that Magnus likely can tell is important.
“I don’t like this,” Magnus finally says and Alec nods, not looking up. Yeah, he figured it was going to go this way. Maybe he should mouth coconuts at Aline and get the hell out of here. “I feel like you’re withholding something from me and I don’t like it.”
Alec nods again. “I understand. Maybe it would be best if I—”
“But,” Magnus interrupts. “Neither of us are wearing red. Neither of us are looking for a relationship or anything long term. We could fuck today or play today and tomorrow go on and fuck other people. You don’t owe me anything and I don’t owe you anything either. If we were looking for an actual relationship then yes, I would push you for an answer or I would walk away. But we’re not, right?”
“Right,” Alec says slowly. “I just got dumped by my long term boyfriend. I’m not really looking for anything serious.”
“What exactly are you looking for then?”
Alec frowns again and looks up. He doesn’t quite look at Magnus’s eyes but at his cheeks. The man had ridiculously high cheekbones. “I… I’m not sure. I guess to just dip my toe back into the lifestyle and see if it’s still for me and then go from there. I don’t want to rush into anything like I did with my ex. My ex and I had very differing limits and it caused some fights.”
Magnus nods. “Was he your first dom?”
“Yes. First and only. He found out about BDSM and introduced it to me. He liked things I didn’t like and vice versa.”
“Was he into pain?” Magnus asks bluntly. Alec cringes. “Sorry, but that’s what it sounds like. You said that you don’t like anything really painful when we were discussing our limits, and if he liked things you didn’t like, it sounds like he wanted to cause pain.”
“Uh huh,” Alec admits. “Yeah, he liked pain. I just don’t think I was enough for him.”
What Jonathan needed was a slave. And Alec had been that slave, until he couldn’t take it anymore.
“Can you look at me or is too much right now?”
Alec lifts his eyes from Magnus’s cheekbones to his eyes and lets them linger for a few seconds before he squirms in his seat and looks down again. “Sorry.”
“No,” Magnus chuckles. “No, don’t be sorry. You have a service kink. Trained a little too well, in my opinion, though perfect for other doms.”
“Do you like service kinks?”
“I do. Look at my cheeks or chin or whatever you were looking at before so I can still see your eyes.” Alec obeys him and looks at his cheeks again. “You also have a praise kink, which I love even more than your service kink.”
“I didn’t know I have a praise kink.” Alec murmurs. “I mean, I get happy when someone praises me but doesn’t everyone?”
Magnus leans back in his seat and grins. “You more than get happy when someone praises you. Watch,” His voice deepens. “You’re such a good boy. You’re perfect for me.”
Alec breaks out into a grin and he squirms in his seat like a puppy. At the same time, his cock starts to harden under the table and he lets out the softest whimper. Across from him, Magnus’s grin widens. “So, do you think maybe you have a little bit of a praise kink?”
“Maybe,” Alec says slightly breathlessly. “Maybe just a little. Do you… like that?”
“Oh, I love it.” Magnus chuckles again and it hits Alec differently this time. His cock presses painfully against his zipper, and Magnus is clearly aware of Alec’s predicament. “I am okay with all your soft and hard limits, including your back. I’ll respect them. Are you okay with mine? I do… have something I’d like to add though, if you’re amenable.”
It’s hard to think with the pressure of his zipper pressed against his cock, but Alec nods. “What is it?”
“It’s not a fair request,” Magnus smiles ruefully. “And you’re free to say no and we’ll still do this. As long as we’re doing scenes together or sleeping together here, I’d like you to not sleep or do scenes with any of the other doms.”
He’s right, it’s not a fair request. That was bordering on red collar territory. Alec looks around the room at the dance floor and other booths, the bar. There were plenty of great looking subs and doms here, but none of them made him feel as nervous and, embarrassingly, precious as Magnus made him feel. He shakes his head. “I’m monogamous. So I wouldn’t do anything with anyone else while we’re doing stuff. As long as you do the same.”
“Fair’s fair.” Magnus agrees. “I’m monogamous as well, even though this is a casual thing. I’ve been cheated on before and I can be…” He grimaces. “A little possessive. Just a little.”
Alec flushes. “I like a possessive dom. Just a little.”
Magnus reaches into his pocket and pulls out some cash that he throws on the table. “Would you like to join me in a room?”
God yeah. Alec’s cheeks burn hotter but he nods. “I would.”
“Come on.”
Alec takes Magnus’s proffered hand and follows him toward the hallway he knows leads to a dozen rooms. After cleaning them, he knows there are rooms for all kinds of kinks with all kinds of toys in them. Which room was Magnus going to take them to? He doesn’t miss the shit eating grins on Camille and Aline’s faces as they pass the bar and a security guard.
“I thought it would be appropriate,” Magnus says quietly as they turn the corner and he stops at a door three doors down from the left. “If we did this here.”
Here is the playroom Magnus had caught him holding a fifteen inch dildo. Alec’s cheeks might literally start a fire at this point. “That’s okay.”
Magnus pushes open the door and gestures Alec to walk in first. The bed looks different than it did before, even though Alec knows that’s impossible. It had the same white sheets and black silk blanket with matching pillows. The floggers, chains, and whips still hang on the walls and the X-Cross still sits where it’d been before. All the dildos, vibrators, cock rings, and more goodies still sit on a low row of dressers. A smart speaker sits on one of the dressers and he knows it’s attached to the surround sound in the room.
It was a lot and Alec couldn’t believe they were about to do this. What was Magnus going to want to start with?
Alec turns to look at Magnus as the older man loosens his tie and starts to take off his cufflinks. “Should we talk about safewords?”
Magnus shrugs and lays his tie and cufflinks down on one of the dressers. “We don’t have to tonight but if you want to, that’s fine. Red, yellow, green, or do you have another idea?”
“They’re fine.” Alec frowns. “What do you mean we don’t have to talk about them though? Aren’t we going to…”
“Yeah, eventually.” Magnus gestures at the toys. “I want to do a lot of this stuff with you, but I think it’s a better idea if we have vanilla sex the first time. It’ll determine whether or not we’re sexually compatible before we start with kinky stuff. We have to build up to that. Is that okay?”
That was… considerate. Strangely considerate that Alec hadn’t anticipated. He nods. “That makes sense. I kinda thought you’d want to try out that dildo on me you saw me holding before.”
Magnus chuckles and snags it from the dresser. He runs his fingers down the length and pumps it a few times before he tosses it back on the dresser. “Tempting, but you said you prefer the human touch. So…”
“Lay down in the bed.”
Chapter 11
Notes:
😏😏😏
Chapter Text
Magnus smirks as he watches Alec sit down on the bed then stand up and toe off his shoes before sitting back down. When he reaches for the buttons of his shirt, Magnus waves his hand. “I’ll do that. Just lay down.”
Alec flushes and leans back against the satiny black sheets and matching pillows. Magnus stares at him hungrily as he sets his phone, wallet, and keys down on the dresser next to the smart speaker. “Do you want me to put some music on?” He didn’t really want to play music but some subs need it, not that they’re doing a scene. “Anything you want.”
“No,” Alec shakes his head. “I don’t really like listening to music during sex. Only if it’s during a scene and I’ve got headphones on.”
“You like that?”
“Uh,” Alec’s skin turns a darker red. “Yeah. It’s one of my favorites. Especially if I’ve got a blindfold on at the same time.”
Magnus’s cock presses against the front of his trousers. He’d have to remember that once they started doing scenes together. He imagines Alec’s wrists tied at the headboard, Magnus’s own black tie wrapped around his head and headphones covering his ears, blocking out everything but the music. Alec wouldn’t be able to hear his moans but Magnus would. Yeah, they definitely had to do that as soon as they got into the scene.
Humming softly under his breath, Magnus pulls his suit jacket off. “Are you okay with your pants being off? I know you have a problem with your shirt but what about your other clothes.”
“I’m fine with that. And I’m okay with my shirt being unbuttoned if you want that.”
Magnus wanted more than that, but he didn’t want to say that and scare the other man off. It was almost scary how bad Magnus wanted to rebuff Alec’s hard limit and ask why, despite the fact they’re both wearing black. This was supposed to be a one and done, maybe a few times and done, but most definitely something they both expected to end. Neither of them wanted a relationship, and yet Magnus didn’t want to think about seeing whatever this was end.
Slowly, Magnus unbuttons his own shirt before reaching down to unbuckle his belt. His hands unbutton his trousers and slide down the zipper. He doesn’t miss Alec’s chest heaving or his breath becoming… well, breathless.
Magnus kneels on the bed and slides between Alec’s knees. The other man spreads his legs wider so Magnus can fit, and Magnus runs his fingers down Alec’s jaw. “You’re so fucking beautiful, do you know that?”
“Uh, su-sure.”
Grinning, Magnus presses their chests together as he kisses the spot he’d just touched with his fingers. He drags his lips down Alec’s jaw to his chin to his lips. Alec gasps softly and Magnus takes advantage of the other man’s shock, pressing his tongue into his mouth. Alec lets out a soft moan as their tongues brush against each other. Magnus’s cock presses painfully against his pants and he’s afraid tonight’s going to be over much faster than he’d hoped. The other man tastes like rum and coke and spearmint gum. A combination that might normally make him gag but this time just made him want to fuck the other man.
Magnus pulls away reluctantly. “You’re fucking gorgeous,” He kisses down Alec’s neck and sucks at his Adam’s apple. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I met you,” He bypasses the buttons of Alec’s shirt and moves down his chest, hovering just above one of his clothed nipples. “I need you, Alec.”
Alec whimpers and his hips roll forward, his cock pressing against Magnus’s belly through his pants. Magnus grins and dips his head, wrapping his mouth around Alec’s clothed nipple, and sucks hard. Alec’s whimper becomes a moan and he grinds his cock against Magnus’s belly harder. Magnus pinches Alec’s other nipple. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make Alec’s moans louder and longer. He wished he could see them harden into sharp points and discover what color they are, but he didn’t want to make Alec uncomfortable with the shirt situation. For now, this was enough.
Reluctantly, Magnus pulls away from Alec’s nipples and kisses his way down Alec’s chest to his belly. The shirt has ridden up a little bit and Magnus gets treated to black hair going down in a thin line towards Alec’s pants. Magnus scrapes his nails through the hair, earning himself another roll of Alec’s hips and a sharp moan.
Fuck, he knew he wasn’t going to last long. Neither was Alec. Magnus quickly unbuttons Alec’s pants and drags them and his boxers down his legs. He looks down at the treat in front of him, naked except for his shirt. He’s tempted to take off his own clothes, but after reading what Alec liked on his list… he knew Alec really, really enjoyed being fucked naked, while his partner is clothed or almost fully clothed. They weren’t doing a scene but he still wants to please him.
Besides, they’d have lots of opportunities to do this however many ways they wanted.
Magnus reaches over to the bedside table and grabs the lube and a condom. He kneels between Alec’s thighs and wraps his mouth around his cock without warning. Alec cries out and jerks his hips forward, nearly choking Magnus. Magnus grabs Alec’s hips and holds them down against the bed as he bobs up and down on Alec’s cock. He releases one of Alec’s hips and grabs the lube, opening it one-handed and pouring it into his hand. He gets his fingers wet and moves them between Alec’s cheeks, rubbing them against his hole.
Alec makes a choking noise and his legs spread wider. Magnus pulls up Alec’s cock until only the head is in his mouth and sucks hard, just as his first finger breaches Alec’s hole. He alternates sucking the head and pushing his finger in further. When Alec’s moans grow louder and his balls tighten, Magnus grabs the base of his cock and pulls all the way off. “Ah, ah. You’re not coming until I’m balls deep inside of you.”
“No,” Alec whines, purely uninhibited. “That’s not fair.”
Magnus grins and he pushes a second finger inside of Alec, stretching him and searching. “Don’t worry, babe. You’re not going to have any complaints after I’m done fucking you.”
Fingers brush against Alec’s prostate and Alec’s cock jerks forward, precum sliding down his cock and making Magnus want to forget about what he just said. Fuck, what was this man doing to him? Magnus clears his throat and pushes a third finger inside. He pumps them a few times. “You’re fucking gorgeous,” He mutters. “Can you feel how your body doesn’t want me to leave? It’s sucking me in, trying to keep me from leaving. You were made for this. You were made for me.”
Every word is matched with a thrust of Magnus’s fingers. Alec writhes on his hand and Magnus stares at him greedily. He wasn’t sure where this possessiveness was coming from but he couldn’t stop it. He wanted Alec. He needed Alec.
Magnus eases his fingers free from Alec’s body, enjoying the whimper that escapes Alec’s lips when he does so. He opens the condom and rolls it down his shaft before generously coating it with lube. “Lift your hips, baby.” Alec does and Magnus slides a pillow under them. “Spread your legs.”
Alec’s skin flushes again and does as he’s told, putting himself fully on offer for Magnus. Magnus presses one of his hands into the bed beside Alec and uses his other hand to press his cock against Alec’s hole. He rubs it in circles for a few seconds before he pushes forward. Alec’s eyes shut as the head of Magnus’s cock spreads Alec’s hole and enters him. Magnus lowers himself over Alec until their chests are touching each other, giving him a minute to adjust.
Magnus slides a little further inside as Alec clamps around him tighter than he thought he would. “I should have prepped you more.”
“I’m fine,” Alec growls. His eyes are still shut. “You don’t have to be so gentle.”
“If you’re still talking, I’m not doing this right,” Magnus kisses Alec’s jaw and thrusts forward a little bit, making Alec’s back arch and their chests press harder against each other. “I want to savor the moment. We can only do the first time once.”
Magnus takes pity on Alec and presses forward again, easing himself in slowly until his balls touch Alec’s ass. Alec inhales sharply and Magnus peppers his jaw and cheek with more kisses before taking his mouth. He pulls out of Alec until only the head of his cock remains before his hips snap forward. He swallows Alec’s moans as their skin hitting each other makes a sharp, wet noise.
“Fuck,” Magnus growls against Alec’s lips. He starts up a quicker pace and slides his fingers into both of Alec’s hands, making the other man take his weight. “I’ve never wanted anything more than you right now.”
Moving their hands up above Alec’s head, Magnus takes both of Alec’s wrists in his and holds him down. Alec makes that same choked moan noise and wraps his legs around Magnus’s hips, drawing Magnus deeper inside of him. Alec’s cock presses against Magnus’s belly, drawing wet lines against his skin. He knows Alec is closer than he’d like, and so is he.
“Come for me,” Magnus wraps his free hand around Alec’s cock and starts jerking it in time with his thrusts. “Come on, baby. I want to feel it.”
Alec’s thighs tighten around Magnus’s hips and his back arches. His blue eyes close again and his mouth opens on a silent moan, his body stilling save for his cock moving against Magnus’s belly. Magnus feels the slickness of Alec’s come but he can’t take his eyes off of Alec’s face. Alec looks like an angel. A real, defiled angel against the sheets, and it was Magnus who defiled that angel. Never mind that Alec had already had another Dom. This was different.
Growling, Magnus releases Alec’s hands to grab his hips. He thrusts faster and harder, moving the bed underneath them as he does. Alec writhes underneath him and reaches up with his freed hands, scrabbling at Magnus’s shoulders and drawing pink lines into his skin from his nails. The pleasure-pain of Alec’s nails makes Magnus pull back one last time and snap forward, stilling as his come fills the condom.
Magnus’s chest heaves as he rests himself over Alec, kissing his sweet lips and cheeks. He never wanted this night to end.
Chapter 12
Notes:
Warnings include BDSM, tying up, kinda rough sex I guess 😅, and a cliffie ending that might make you mad at me 🤣
Chapter Text
Alec is on a high that he’s never been on before. He’d read about this type of high in naughty sub forums, and they’d barely done anything involving BDSM tonight! When Magnus had held down his arms… damn, Alec has never been so horny in his fucking life. This high was everything that was wrong with his and Jonathan’s relationship. Jonathan had never been able to get Alec here. Not during vanilla sex like he and Magnus had done tonight, and not once ever during BDSM sex.
He couldn’t imagine what true BDSM sex would be like with Magnus. His heart might actually stop.
“You’re beautiful,” Magnus kisses Alec’s jaw and strokes his hair with the hand he’d held down Alec’s wrists with. “Stunning. A fucking angel. You’re an angel.”
Alec’s heart races as he tilts his head back to give Magnus more room. Each compliment Magnus gives him makes him fly higher and higher and higher and fucking higher. Flying so high that he doesn’t think he’ll ever touch the ground. If this was how he was going to feel after doing a scene with Magnus, he wasn’t sure how long he was going to be willing to keep this as a friends with benefits or casual, or whatever Magnus wanted to call it. He already wanted to wear red the next time he came to the club, and they’d only had regular, vanilla sex one time.
Magnus’s fingers slide through Alec’s and he presses Alec’s hands down into the mattress. Alec’s cock gives an interested twitch and he groans. “Magnus.”
“Not finished yet?” Magnus chuckles and thrusts his hips against Alec’s, their cocks rubbing against each other. “How would you like to do a little bit of a scene? Nothing big, just spank you a little bit and tie up your wrists. Would that be okay?”
Alec whimpers at the idea of his wrists bound together and his ass up in the air, red and waiting. “Please, Mag—er, sir.”
Magnus laughs louder and nips Alec’s jaw before he swats his hip. “Turn onto your belly.” Alec obeys him and flips over, even though it’s difficult with Magnus not moving from above him. “I’m sir during a scene. What are the safe words?”
“Green, yellow, and red,” Alec says eagerly. “Sir.”
“God, you look so fucking beautiful like this,” Alec gasps when Magnus squeezes his cheeks. “How does someone like you exist? Let me grab my tie.”
Alec bites his lip as he feels the bed dip. His senses are in overdrive as he listens to but doesn’t see Magnus walk away from the bed. The footsteps come back and the bed dips again. Hands gentler than he’s used to take his hands and he watches a black tie be wrapped around them. Then they’re tied around a slat in the headboard.
Magnus tugs on Alec’s hands gently. “See, if you don’t like what’s happening, you can break through the binds easily. Is this okay?”
“Yes, sir,” Alec squirms as his cock digs into the sheets beneath him. “Touch me.”
Alec doesn’t expect the smack that Magnus gives him on the ass and he yelps. “I’m pretty sure I’m the one that decides when and where you get touched when we’re in here,” Magnus’s voice is smug and it only makes Alec’s cock harder. The sheet beneath him is slick from his precum. “Your skin is already turning red just from that little slap. So, how many times should I spank you for trying to order me around?”
Magnus hums and strokes one of Alec’s cheeks and then the other. Alec’s eyes close and his breath deepens. Giving up control felt… so easy, so freeing, when it never felt like this with Jonathan. Magnus’s voice seems very loud when he says, “How about seven? That’s my favorite number.”
Alec opens his mouth to say that was fine with him but a swift slap to his ass makes him yelp instead. The sharp pain is immediately met with a warm hand rubbing against his ass. He can still feel the pain but the tender sensation almost completely removes it. He whimpers and presses his hips harder into the bed.
“Don’t come,” Magnus warns. He smacks Alec’s ass again before he does the same massaging he’d done the first time. “You’re not allowed to come until I’m inside you again. If you come, I’m not going to fuck you until we see each other here next time.”
“Uhh,” Alec tugs in his restraints and moans. “That’s not fair, sir. I’m being good.”
“If you’re really good then I’ll let you come,” Magnus’s voice deepens. “How many times have I spanked you?”
“Two, sir.”
“How many more times do I need to spank you?”
“Five, sir.”
“Count them.”
The hand smacks the right cheek and Alec groans. “Three.” Magnus massages him there before smacking him in the exact same place. Alec cries out louder. “Four.” Magnus massages both of his cheeks before smacking them both at the same time. “F-Five and… six?”
“Yes, baby,” Magnus practically purrs. “That can count as six. Is that too painful for you? I know you don’t like to be spanked really hard.”
Alec tries to think about it through the fog that’s settled over his mind. He smiles. This was so… so… easy compared to what Jonathan did to him, and he loved it. “No, it’s just right. Are you… satisfied with it this easy, sir?”
Magnus answers him by sliding one of his finger down the crack of Alec’s ass and he pushes his finger inside Alec’s still slick hole from the lube they used before. Alec moans loudly and arches his back, his hips thrusting back and forward. “Oh, yes, Alec. I am very satisfied with it like this. What number?”
Alec’s confused for a second before he says, “Six, sir.”
Magnus spanks Alec a seventh time, but this time, his finger is still inside of Alec. Alec chokes on a moan and his insides spasm around Magnus’s finger. Magnus pushes his finger in and out of Alec’s hole and he struggles to keep from coming. “I-I-I can’t—”
“I’ve got you,” Magnus pulls Alec’s legs up until he’s on his knees. He can’t get on his hands with his hands tied up the way they are and his chest is pressed against the bed. “Safe words?”
Alec groans. “Green, yellow, red. Sir.”
The words are barely out of Alec’s lips before Magnus cock slams inside of him. He can do nothing but moan and cling to the binds around his wrists as Magnus thrusts in and out of him at a pace much faster and harder than the one he’d given to him earlier. He feels his shirt start to ride up his back and panic starts to set in but Magnus’s hand pulls it down and grips Alec’s hip through the shirt, keeping it from riding up again. The panic eases away and Alec closes his eyes to enjoy the moment.
The hand not on Alec’s hip presses against the back of Alec’s neck, forcing him down deeper into the mattress. He’s completely trapped, defenseless, with his ass in the air and his wrists tied to the headboard.
…And he loved every single second of it.
A hand wraps around Alec’s cock and strokes it in time with the thrusts. It doesn’t take long before Alec is fighting back from coming. “Sir… Can I?”
Magnus grunts and his hips smack into Alec’s ass, making a wet slapping noise fill the room. “Come for me, baby.”
Alec throws his head back and orgasms harder than he did the first time, his insides spasming around Magnus’s cock as his cum shoots from his cock and lands on the bed. He doesn’t stop moaning as Magnus continues to stroke his cock through his orgasm. Magnus’s thrusts slow and become more wild.
“Where the fuck have you been all my life?” Magnus growls. His hips snap forward hard. “You’re fucking perfect. You’re fucking…”
Whatever Magnus was going to say is overwhelmed by a low, deep moan as he slams into Alec one more time. Magnus stills as he comes inside of Alec. The hand wrapped around the back of Alec’s neck instantly loosens and begins to massage instead. As does the hand on Alec’s hip. Alec’s eyes flutter shut at the warm comfort. He barely feels the other man leave his body or hears the condom hit the basket.
The tie around his wrists is unwound and he allows his body to be turned until he’s on his back again. The same care that had been put into his hip and neck is massaged into his wrists. He hums under his breath as he feels himself entering the same high that he’d been in earlier. Yeah, he’d been right. His heart was definitely going to stop if they kept doing this together. How could it be so good with someone he’s only known for a few days?
Magnus’s lips press against his jaw and moves to his lips. He nibbles them and kisses them and sucks on them. “How are you feeling?”
“Good,” Alec mumbles sleepily. He wasn’t sure how he was going to be able to walk out of here after all that. “How are you?”
“Just good? I’ll have to try harder next time,” Magnus teases him and kisses him again. “Might be the best night of my life.”
The declaration was strangely romantic, and not the first time Alec felt that way throughout the night. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t starting to have feelings, especially after how… compatible the two of them were with each other, in and out of the bedroom. Alec knew that he had to find a way to get rid of those feelings. He wasn’t anywhere near ready to get into a new relationship and Magnus was very clear about only wanting to be with people casually.
A beeping sound comes from the dresser that Magnus had put his wallet, keys, and phone on. Magnus groans. “Someone better be dying. Someone really better be dying.”
Alec chuckles as Magnus gets off of him and he sits up. He reaches for his own phone on the bedside table and clicks the button on the side. There’s eight missed text messages and he clicks the screen off. Aline was probably the one blowing up his phone. He grins. She’d probably treat him to an inquisition the moment he walked out of here.
“Ah, fuck,” Alec looks up at Magnus, who is frowning at his phone and shoving himself back into his pants with his other hand. “I have to go. My company’s having a mini-emergency and apparently, they can’t handle it without me.”
“Yeah,” Alec glances at his phone. “It’s almost two in the morning. I should get home. Are we…”
Alec doesn’t want to ask if they were going to continue this. They were supposed to be casual. Magnus said they could fuck tonight and fuck other people tomorrow. This could very well be the only time they do this.
“Are we… good?” Magnus grins and wraps his tie around the back of his neck. He tucks in his shirt. “I’ll be back here tomorrow if you’d like to continue. No pressure.”
“I have a shift tomorrow,” Alec exhales softly. He didn’t want to look too eager for more. They were casual, after all. “But it ends at one, so I could play after. If you want to.”
Magnus’s grin widens and he walks over to the bed, leans over it, and plops a kiss on Alec’s lips. He doesn’t have time to deepen the kiss before his phone dings again. Growling, Magnus leans back. “I’ll see you tomorrow, babe. You can stay here as long as you want. Maybe you can escape before the Camille and Aline Inquisitorial Squad attacks you.”
Alec laughs and covers himself with his shirt as Magnus steps over to the door. “That’s exactly what I was hoping to avoid.”
Magnus winks. “You can’t escape them. See you tomorrow, babe.”
“Bye,” Alec grins and leans back in the bed as soon as the door closes. “That was amazing. I can’t wait until tomorrow.”
Alec closes his eyes and lays in pure luxury for who knows how long. He’s positive both Camille and Aline are standing outside the door, waiting to pounce on him the moment he opened it.
He really should go or he’d fall asleep in here. Reluctantly, Alec gets up and grabs his phone. He scrolls through the texts from Aline and smiles as they range from concerned to pleased to ecstatic with a million exclamation points. The last text is from an unknown number. Alec frowns as he clicks on it.
I know where you are. If you don’t come home, I’ll come for you.
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Magnus glowers at his computer screen but he doesn’t actually see what he’s been trying to read for the last half hour. All he could think about was Alec.
They’d had four more scenes after their first and it was amazing, physically at least. The two of them seemed to fit together even better than Magnus had fit with Caleb, and he had once thought he and Caleb fit together perfectly. Of course he hasn’t made himself vulnerable for that to ever happen to him again. After his first night together with Alec, Magnus had felt himself wavering. Before he’d even seen Alec again, he’d considered asking Alec if the two of them could find a place between black and red.
Pink, maybe. A date. Not a relationship. Just a date or two to see if it was just purely physical between them.
That was before their second scene, and then their third, and then their fourth, and finally their fifth. Last night. They’ve been together every night this week and still Magnus couldn’t believe how good they fit against each other, nor how intense the scenes were. The sex wasn’t even really that kinky. Magnus has flown way higher with far more pain-loving subs… or at least he thought he flew higher with them. Alec, pain-hating Alec, took him somewhere else completely.
At least physically.
Mentally… that was something else.
Magnus didn’t need a mental connection to do a scene with a sub when they were both wearing black. Most of the time with them it was a spanky here, a spanky there and wham, bam, thank you ma’am. Of course all limits were respected but it was always akin to one night stands. There has to be a level of trust in BDSM but not the deep level of trust an actual relationship needed.
And yet, after only five times being with the other man, Magnus found himself desperately wanting to be at a place with Alec that they needed to be open and honest with each other. Magnus knew he was acting like a hypocrite. He knew he was acting jealous and possessive. He knew that they both went into this not wanting an actual relationship. They were both free to fuck one day and fuck someone else the next time.
So why the fuck was Magnus so angry that Alec wasn’t being open and honest with him?
Being the sadist he is, Magnus had known immediately the second time they did a scene that something was bothering Alec. Sure, Alec smiled and joked with him and they had some of the best sex Magnus has ever had in his life. But as soon as they were done, Alec had gone back to having an edge to him. Not to mention, he kept glancing at his phone like it was a literal rattlesnake. That continued into the next few scenes, getting worse each time. And aside from an “I’m okay,” that’s all he got from Alec.
If they were in a relationship, a real relationship, Magnus would have the right to push Alec for answers. With his subs before Caleb, and Caleb, he took it as a sort of job to take care of his subs. Their needs would all be fulfilled by him or he’d die trying. Seeing them nervous, scared, or worse made him feel like shit. He wanted to take on their pain that was caused by other people and things and let the only pain they receive be from him. And pleasure too.
Magnus couldn’t do that with Alec. Well, he could, but it’d be breaking the black wearing rules. It was supposed to be casual. He isn’t Alec’s dom. Alec isn’t his sub. Alec could tell him tomorrow that he’d like to be trussed up by some other dom at the club and…
God fucking damnit. Magnus didn’t want to even think about that. Alec being touched by someone else… being kissed by someone else… being fucked by someone else… It made him feel sick to his stomach thinking about his Alec belonging to someone else. This was getting out of control. Magnus should put an end to this… whatever it is.
The phone on Magnus’s desk beeps and his secretary’s voice comes through. “Mr. Bane, Camille’s here to see you. Do you want me to send her through?”
Magnus should say no. He really should say no. Work has been crazy lately and even more so right now. But he really needed to talk to her about whether or not it was a good idea to end this casual thing with Alec or not. “Tell her to come in.”
He shuts has laptop as the door opens and Camille steps into the room with a huge, shit eating grin on her face. “You’ll be sad to know that last night Alec used the last of his free tokens for the month.”
Magnus raises his brow, waiting for her to continue. She does. “You’ll be happy to know that I’m going to break the rules in my own club. Alec gets to use the services of the club for as long as he works there and, because she brought you two together, Aline as well. Isn’t that just swell?”
“Perfect,” Magnus mutters and wishes he hadn’t let her in here. Knowing Alec had free access to the club and all the other doms after what he wanted to talk about with Camille made him sick. “That’s just swell.”
Camille’s huge smile disappears. “Why, thank you, Camille. How very thoughtful of you, Camille, to give me more time with my Irish beauty. What crawled up your ass and died, asshole?”
“I think,” Magnus clears his throat and he watches as Camille walk over to his liquor cabinet. She pours them both drinks before she moves back over to the desk. “Yeah, cause I really should be doing that while I work. Look, I think Alec and I should end our casual thing.”
“Yes!” Camille fist bumps the air without spilling a single drop of whiskey. “I knew it! You two are going to be wearing red the next time I see you.”
Magnus downs his entire glass of whiskey in one gulp. “Nope.”
Camille frowns. “What do you mean? Nope?”
“I mean no,” Magnus sighs and leans back in his chair. He wishes he could have another slug of whiskey right now. “We’re not going to be wearing red and we’re not going to be doing anything together anymore.”
The darkness that passes Camille’s face would be comical if it wasn’t aimed at him. She just looks straight up scary when she looks at him like that. “And why may I ask are you doing something so stupid? Don’t you realize how amazingly you two fit with each other?”
Oh brother. Magnus knew. He knew so well how they fit together. Therein lay the problem. “He’s keeping things from me. He’s bothered by something and I can’t ask him what’s wrong because we both agreed neither of us want a relationship. We both agreed that this is casual. I don’t have the right as his actual dom to ask him questions like this. He’d have every right to run if I start pushing for answers.”
Magnus isn’t expecting the slow smile to form on Camille’s face. It was almost scarier than her domme look. “Well, I suppose we both know how to solve this little problem. Without the two of you going your separate ways. And don’t act like you could handle seeing him with another dom while you nurse your whiskey. Your jealousy would be off the charts.”
“You’re probably not wrong,” The idea of seeing Alec with another dom twisted his guts, but he didn’t know any other way. Magnus could handle secrets with the other subs. He couldn’t handle secrets between him and Alec. “But I don’t know how to solve this without me ending things with him. I can’t ask him to be honest with me like a real dom would be. We’re casual.”
“You don’t have to be. Casual.”
Magnus glares at her and is annoyed when she smirks back at him. Clearly his fear of her domme look wasn’t mutual when it came to his. “Yes, I do. Even if I wanted a relationship, which I don’t, he doesn’t. He at least had a financially abusive relationship he just got out of. Neither of us want more.”
Camille throws up her hands. “So you’d rather just let him go? You’d rather see other doms dance with him on the dance floor, buy him drinks, touch that perfect porcelain skin of his?” Magnus feels that gut twist feeling again. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Your letting him go makes me think that you have feelings for him. strong feelings that you can’t just ignore and fuck away. So you’re leaving him. Is he scared of a relationship, or are you?”
“We both agreed,” Magnus grits his teeth. “We both agreed that we didn’t want a relationship.”
“Yes,” Camille nods. “You both agreed… before. You agreed that you could stop seeing each other casually at the club if either of you had a problem with the arrangement, or if you liked someone else, or if you grew bored, or whatever. This isn’t like that. You’re not bored. You don’t look at any of the other subs in the club. You like him. You want him. So why not go out on a date outside the club? What could one date do?”
“Because he doesn’t want to.”
Camille stares at him. “Are you a fucking idiot?”
Magnus’s hackles rise. “Stop fucking pushing for once.”
“He clearly wants you!” Camille practically shouts. “You’re being a fucking moron! You’re going to let go of literally the most amazing person you’ve ever met because… what? Because he stares at his phone? Because he’s a little uncomfortable when he reads a text? So the fuck what? How do you know that’s not his landlord and he doesn’t want you to know he doesn’t have enough money for his rent? Or what if his brother wants him to dress up like Big Bird and go to a kid’s birthday party with him to perform? Why does it have to be a big thing he’s “hiding” from you?”
The image of Alec wearing a Big Bird costume makes Magnus snort with laughter. God, he’d literally kill to see that. He almost instantly sobers. “If we’re together, I can’t abide secrets. Not after last time, and it’s not fair to demand that of a sub. I’m fucked up. I don’t want to drag him into that fuckedupness.”
“I think you already have dragged him into it,” Camille sighs. “You don’t see the way he looks at you when you turn away from him. You don’t see the look on your face when he waits on tables. I’m not telling you that you need to marry him and share all your deep, dark, dirty secrets with him. I’m asking you to put yourself first for once and ask him out for a coffee. Ask him what his favorite colors are. Make out in the car like a couple of horny teenagers. Walk him to his door after a date and kiss him goodnight. Get to know him outside the club.”
“But what about the se—”
Camille puts up her hand. “If… If you two become official, you can tell him that you’ve noticed him looking at his phone with a concerned look on his face. You’d like to help him. If he lies and says he’s okay, then end it then. You’re an expert at seeing when people lie. And I don’t think that man could lie to save his life.”
“Probably not,” Magnus agrees. A coffee date didn’t sound so bad. But still. “Camille, I can’t handle it again. Caleb destroyed my life. I can’t handle it again if Alec keeps secrets like Caleb did.”
“Look,” She stands up. “It might end up very badly, but it could also end up very good. A coffee date. Taking a walk at the park. It’s not asking much of him or you. Anyways, he might say no.”
And there’s the rub. What if Alec said no? Magnus would be humiliated. “I’ll ask him out on a date.”
“That’s all I’m asking. You better get back to work.”
Magnus snorts. As if Camille hadn’t kept him from working in the first place. “See you tonight.”
Camille walks out of the room and Magnus glances at his phone. A date. A little date. Maybe he could do that. Just a small one though.
Chapter 14
Notes:
Alec reveals Jonathan's abuse in this one.
Kinda got a little teary eyed while writing 😅
Chapter Text
Alec nearly drops his second bucket of glasses this shift and he looks warily around the kitchen to make sure no one, especially Camille, saw him break hundreds of dollars’ worth of glasses. He knew Camille only got the best for her club, and the idea of dropping just one of these glasses fills him with anxiety. The last thing he needed was to break something valuable at the best job he could ever hope for.
And he knew he only had this job because Magnus wanted to fuck him. Maybe wanted to fuck him. The last few times they’d been together had been awkward, no thanks to Alec freaking out so much over Jonathan’s texts. Alec could already feel the wall Magnus was putting up and he didn’t like it, but there was nothing he could do. There was no way he could tell Magnus that his ex was abusive, crazy, and might literally be stalking him.
Might be? Jonathan had point blank said he knew where Alec was. There was no might be about the stalking.
Alec could foresee a lot about Jonathan. What he hadn’t foreseen was Jonathan hunting him down and trying to drag him back. Their “breakup” had seemed like the end to Alec. Alec had been kicked out of their house with only a few bucks in his pockets and the eleven boxes Jonathan had thrown together and put on their porch. Their credit cards had been cancelled within an hour after Alec was kicked out.
It was a very quick, clean, brutal break.
So why was Jonathan trying to get him to come back? He’d never forget Jonathan screaming in his face that he was worthless, a whore, and that he’d never amount to anything. That Alec was constantly holding Jonathan back from what he wanted to be, or more like who he wanted to screw, Alec had secretly thought. Not that their relationship was much of a deterrent keeping Jonathan from cheating. Alec would be shocked if the other man hadn’t cheated on him at least once.
Maybe Jonathan had grown tired of doing the dishes and other chores. He had to deal with his slave annoying him when his slave was there, but he didn’t have to do dishes! Alec knew he wasn’t going back. Hell, Aline knew about the financial abuse and might literally murder Jonathan if Alec said he was going back. But…
What would he do if Jonathan showed up outside his door? Jonathan has proven he’s capable of killing Alec. At least beating him half to death if not outright killing him. If Jonathan actually knew where Alec was and Alec didn’t come “home,” then Jonathan might just show up at Jace’s apartment.
He had to tell someone. That was almost scarier than everything Jonathan put him through though. Aline, Jace, and Isabelle would murder Jonathan, chop him into pieces, and weigh them down in the river. Robert and Maryse would insist upon pressing charges and restraining orders, which Alec wasn’t so sure he would ever be ready for. Facing Jonathan in a courtroom? Showing his family, the police, the jury and judge and police officers and media his scars?
No. No, he couldn’t do that.
Magnus? That just didn’t feel right. They weren’t in a relationship and Alec wasn’t sure if Magnus would want to be after all this. Alec wasn’t even sure he was ready for something outside of the club yet. He liked Magnus. He really liked Magnus, but them being physically compatible didn’t mean they should be together. What if Magnus saw his back and…
No, no he didn’t want to think about that. Didn’t want to think about Magnus being disgusted with him. Didn’t want to see whatever fondness the other man felt for him die from his eyes.
“Hey, Alec. Can you come to my office, please?”
Alec looks up just as Camille turns on her heels and starts down the hall towards her office. He follows her reluctantly. He knew those glasses were expensive! She was probably going to yell at him about nearly breaking them, twice. Would she be mad enough to fire him over it? He really couldn’t afford to lose this job, especially with Jonathan trying to drag him home.
As soon as the office door closes behind him, Alec says, “I’m sorry I almost dropped the glasses. I would have gladly paid for them if they broke. I’m sorry.”
Camille turns and raises a brow at him before she gestures to the chair opposite the one behind her desk. “I don’t care if you break a few glasses. We have plenty more. You’ve been a wonderful employee. I actually brought you back here to talk about something else.”
Alec sits down, hesitant. “Did I do something else wrong?”
“Magnus was right,” Camille smiles and sits down across from him. “You really do have a service kink.” Alec flushes and she laughs. “I already figured, what with your eye language and body language. You also have a praise kink, right?”
Alec wiggles in his seat a little bit. “Is he okay with that?”
“Oh,” Camille grins, showing off two rows of perfect, white teeth. “He’s more than okay with it. I may be speaking out of turn but I believe you might be the best thing that ever walked through that door. If I may ask, and please push me away if you don’t want to answer, but have you considered… maybe, wearing red the next time you come to play?”
“I,” Alec opens and closes his mouth a few times. He hadn’t expected this. He’d expected to be yelled at over the almost broken glasses. “I don’t know if I’m ready for that. I like him a lot, but I’ve got…” A crazy, abusive, quite possibly murderous asshole. “Baggage. My ex kicked me out of our house after a very long relationship. I’m trying to get back on my feet, so I don’t know how an actual relationship outside the club would go. Also… wasn’t he cheated on and he doesn’t want to be in a real relationship because of it?”
For a second, Alec thinks he might have messed up. Camille stares at him for a moment before she nods reluctantly. “Yes, that’s true. At least it was true until recently. I don’t know how much he’s told you, but he was deeply in love with his ex, Caleb. They were going to get married, adopt children, and have the perfect white-picket fence life. Until Caleb ran off with another man. He left a, quite frankly, heartless note saying not to follow him and that he was sorry.”
Alec’s jaw drops and Camille nods. “Yeah, it messed up Magnus bad. If I could get my whip on Caleb I would, and not in a sexy way. Magnus has spent every day since swearing off relationships forever. He has never gotten over it and is convinced that anyone he pushes past being with in the club will hurt him again.”
“I knew he was cheated on,” Alec frowns. “I didn’t know the other guy just took off without a word. That’s cold.”
Camille nods again. “It was cold, and Magnus was cold because of it. But…” She smiles at him. “He’s starting to warm up again. The moment he saw you, he was hooked. I believe that he’s starting to fall in love with you. How do you feel about that?”
Alec flushes. He wasn’t sure he was there yet, but he could see it going that way. He already felt more for Magnus than he felt for Jonathan back in the beginning, before everything changed between them. Still, he couldn’t drag Magnus down with him. Magnus didn’t deserve to be thrust into Jonathan’s life. To be forced to deal with him. “I care about him and I do have feelings for him, but like I said, I have baggage and he shouldn’t have to deal with it.”
“Hm,” Camille leans back in her seat and she studies him. “Does your baggage have anything to do with your financially abusive ex-boyfriend?”
It was hard to deny that Jonathan was financially abusive, considering Alec figured that was how Aline had gotten him the job here, but he’d be willing to get with Magnus if it was just financial abuse. Jonathan is… violent. That was different and he didn’t want to…
“Alec.”
He looks up. Her eyes are narrow and he quickly looks at her chin instead. Alec and Aline call this expression her “Domme Eyes” whenever her back is turned. “What kind of dominant was your ex-boyfriend? Did he punish you often? Perhaps… too much?”
“I-I don’t,” He swallows past a lump in his throat. “I don’t understand what you’re asking me. I-I—"
“I think you do,” Camille frowns, her jaw clenches. She looked frightening and Alec is glad that she’s not his domme. “You don’t have to tell me, it’s not my right to know, but Magnus is falling in love with you and he deserves to know if this is going to continue. Don’t you think?”
Alec nods slowly, but he can’t seem to talk. She continues. “I encourage you to get up and walk out if you don’t want to answer me. I won’t take your safety away from you. Did he hit you outside of a scene.”
It’s not a question but Alec nods again, his eyes burning. Camille’s jaw pops loudly. “I’m sorry. He’s not a dom, Alec. He’s… I don’t know, but consent is the most important part of BDSM relationships. Did he ignore your safewords or hurt you in ways that you listed as soft or hard limits?”
“Yes,” Alec whispers. He doesn’t know why he’s telling her this. She’s his boss but he doesn’t know her that well. Maybe because she’s a connection to Magnus. She makes him feel safe and he hasn’t felt like that outside of Magnus in a long time. “He said it was his job to push me on my limits. That I’d be a better sub if he pushed me through my safeword.”
“I hope you know that isn’t true, Alec.”
Alec shrugs. “I know now, but back then I didn’t. I’ve never done BDSM with anyone other than him and Magnus. I didn’t really know the rules. He said it was that way and I trusted him. I loved him. He made it seem good. Like he was making me grow as a person by pushing the things that made me uncomfortable. I… I didn’t think it was abuse until I did.”
Camille’s smile turns sad. “How long did it take you to get away?”
“Four years. We didn’t do BDSM the whole time. Not the first six months. Then he introduced it to me and we did it in the bedroom. Then he wanted it 24/7 and I was kinda okay with it because it was mostly just me serving him, which I like. He turned mean though and I thought I deserved it. He said it’d stop hurting when I became a perfect sub.”
“Jesus,” Camille shakes her head and she turns in her chair. She stares at the wall and shakes her head again, harder. “What I wouldn’t give to beat him bloody with my whip right now. Magnus would kill him if he knew.”
“I don’t want him to know,” Alec crosses his arms tight across his chest. He gnaws on his bottom lip. “I’ve been getting texts from my ex telling me to come home. He says he knows where I am. I’m afraid he’ll show up and I don’t want Magnus involved.”
“Alec,” Camille turns back to face him and he looks at her chin again. “You should go to the police. It sounds like he’s stalking you,” She hesitates. “Don’t answer if you don’t want to, but did he rape you?”
“No,” Alec’s arms tighten around himself and he digs his nails into the skin of his arms. “I never said no. I said wait and I didn’t really want to but I never actually said no.”
“Oh, honey,” Camille sighs and reaches a hand across her desk but she doesn’t try to touch him. He looks at it and hesitates before he uncurls his arms. He slides his hand over hers. She’s a domme, but her hand is smooth and soft and gentle. She strokes his hand gently and he finally looks up into her eyes. “Wait means stop. I don’t want to means stop. It should be enthusiastic consent, especially with what we do. Did you want to have sex with him?”
Alec bites his lip so hard that he thinks he might bleed. He shakes his head, hard. “No,” He clears his throat. “Not after he turned mean. Not after it hurt.”
Camille presses her lips together and Alec thinks she might be trying to stop herself from crying. “I can’t tell you to go to the police, but I do think you need to tell Magnus. He loves you, Alec, even though he’s not ready to tell you. Let him help you.”
“I-I-I’d have to,” The burning feeling is back in his eyes and he shakes his head again to keep from crying. Camille’s hand tightens around his and he finally feels brave enough to tell the truth. “There are scars. On my back. My knees. A little bit on my belly. I’ve worn a shirt during scenes so Magnus doesn’t know about them. I don’t want him to see them and be disgusted with me.”
“He’ll be disgusted,” Camille strokes his hand again. “But not with you, Alec. The only thing you have to worry about with him is whether he’ll beat your ex to death or handcuff him and drag him to the police. It’s ultimately up to you, but I think your feelings for him are stronger than you admitted to earlier.”
Alec nods slowly. Yeah, he knew it after the first time they had sex. That wasn’t casual. Nothing about them was casual. “I don’t want to go to the police yet.”
“Whatever makes you feel safe.”
“Can you be there when I tell him? And Aline?” Alec didn’t feel right keeping Aline in the dark after everything she did for him. “If you’re okay with that. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”
Camille smiles and pulls her hand away from his. She reaches for her phone. “Here? Or we could go up to my apartment.”
“That would be better.”
Alec watches her scroll through her phone. He couldn’t believe he was about to do this.
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Magnus taps his finger against his chin impatiently. He looks around Camille’s opulent apartment. Opulent might not be the right word. Extravagant, bordering modern nobility. Dare he say… too much?
The penthouse apartment, a floor above the club, was straight up luxury. Eight bedrooms, a game room, floor to ceiling windows in all the outer rooms. Not to mention a spa, hot tub, and a sauna. Yes, Camille had somehow roped the owner of the building into allowing her a sauna.
Knowing Camille, she might have actually tied him up and had her way with him until he gave her what she wanted.
Magnus looks up at the chandelier hanging over the dining room table. He’d seen enough movies where chandeliers fall that he doesn’t like to sit near them, but Camille told him to come and sit here, so he did. Not that he understood why Camille called him when they’re both supposed to be working right now.
Camille wasn’t angry at him. Magnus knew that much. She’d sounded… teary when they’d talked on the phone. It was the only reason he’d come running when she called him.
It couldn’t be a death in the family. Camille had no family. She, Catarina, and Magnus were a quasi-family, and Magnus would know if anything happened to Cat. She wouldn’t tell him if something happened to one of the employees. They were protected by their contracts.
Maybe it was legal trouble or something to do with the club, but again, Camille wouldn’t talk about that with Magnus. She’d discuss that with a lawyer and Magnus wasn’t one.
It really wasn’t like Camille to be this weepy. Something was very, very wrong, and Magnus didn’t like being left in the dark like this.
The security system beeps and Magnus blows out a big gust of air. He forces himself to stay seated and not rush into Camille’s foyer to confront her about what is going on. Footsteps come towards the dining room and Magnus’s head turns in confusion when Aline walks through the door. “Aline? What are you doing here?”
“I don’t know,” Aline sits down across from him. “I was downstairs. Camille asked me to come up here and wait for her and Alec.”
“Alec?” Magnus frowns. “Is something the matter with him? He’s been… looking at his phone when we’ve been together. Distracted.”
“He hasn’t told me much. He’s pretty closed off when it comes to his ex,” Aline admits. “His ex sent him a couple text messages. Jonathan wants to get back together. I don’t know how much Alec’s told you but he was like… a stay at home boyfriend. Jonathan convinced him to leave college right before graduation and move in with him. He’s been financially abusive for years. Alec doesn’t want to get back together but it’s obvious Jonathan’s not taking no for an answer. He um… I shouldn’t tell you this because I don’t want to betray Alec’s confidence but Jonathan told him he knows where Alec lives.”
That… That’s a threat. Magnus opens and closes his mouth. “Has Jonathan ever been… more than financially abusive towards Alec? He’s very submissive and been trained a little too well, in my opinion.”
Aline shrugs. “I don’t know. Like I said, he’s so closed off about Jonathan. I wouldn’t be surprised he only copped to the financial abuse because his money problems are so obvious. I’ve never seen any bruises but you’ve seen more of his body than I have. You’d know better than me.”
The shirt. Magnus had stupidly assumed Alec was self-conscious about his body. Were there bruises under there? How could he have been so fucking stupid. He should have noticed. This wasn’t the first time Magnus has seen an abuse victim in a BDSM relationship.
The security system beeps again and Magnus tenses up. They both look towards the door as the sound of two pairs of shoes move towards them. Camille enters the room first, with a pained look Magnus has never, in all his years of knowing her, seen on her face. Alec follows her, with an even more pained face. Magnus wants to comfort him, more than anything, but he’s not sure if that’s welcome right now. It was his responsibility to make sure Alec got whatever he needed.
Yeah, this has moved far beyond the casual affair they’d decided this was going to be.
Alec avoids looking at Magnus as he sits down next to Aline. “Hey, Aline.”
“Hey,” Aline glances from Alec to Magnus and finally to Camille, who sits at the head of the table. “What’s going on?”
“There’s something Alec would like Magnus to know,” Camille glances at Magnus. “And he’d like you to be here too, Aline. He doesn’t want either of you to be uncomfortable though, so you’re both free to leave if you want. The topic is abuse, so if that’s a problem then you can go.”
Aline and Magnus catch each other’s eyes. They knew it. They both knew it. Magnus looks at Alec, who is looking down at the table. “I’m not leaving, Alec.”
“Me either,” Aline slowly moves her hand over to where Alec’s sit on the table. “Can I hold your hand?”
“Mhm.”
Aline slowly picks up Alec’s left hand and holds it in between hers. Magnus wishes he could do the same, but he doesn’t think it’s the right time. Aline chews on her bottom lip before she asks, “There’s no other way to ask this. You’ve told me how Jonathan treated you when it came to money. Was it worse? Did he… hit you?”
“Yeah,” Alec nods. He still doesn’t look up at anyone. “And worse. It was fine when I quit school and moved in with him, but the more we got into the scene, the worse he got. He started ignoring my safewords and said it was his job as my dominant to push me through my limits.”
Magnus clenches his jaw to keep from yelling. His hands curl into fists. He wanted to kill Alec’s ex. What was his name? Jonathan. He’d fucking kill him if he ever saw him.
“There’s, um,” Alec glances up at Magnus and back down. “There are scars. On my back, knees, and stomach. It’s why I wear a shirt during scenes. He didn’t touch me anywhere else because he didn’t want anyone else to know.”
Magnus’s nails dig into his skin. He looks at Camille and mouths a word to her. She nods slowly. “Alec, did you want to have sex with him or do scenes at all?”
“No,” Alec shakes his head again. His hand trembles in Aline’s. “Not for about the last year or so. I didn’t say no though. I just said wait or told him to hold on.”
Yeah, Magnus was going to prison for murder. “It’s not,” He stops. “It’s not consent if you say wait or hold on. It’s not consent if you use a safeword and he keeps going. The point of safewords is to protect you. He didn’t.”
All four of them are silent for a moment before Aline rubs the top of Alec’s hand. “I think you should go to the police. If he’s texting you saying that he knows where you live, then he’s threatening you. I know it’s scary but he’s not going to leave you alone until you’re dead.”
“I don’t want to go to the police,” Alec pulls his hand from Aline’s. “I just want him to leave me alone. It’s too fucking embarrassing. They’ll want to take pictures and stuff.”
Camille and Magnus look at each other again. “Okay,” Magnus says slowly. “Do you live alone?”
“Mostly,” Alec mumbles. “It’s my brother’s apartment but he’s not there often. He hasn’t even been back since I moved in. He pretty much lives with his girlfriend unless they’re having a fight.”
“So you’re not safe at home,” Magnus concludes. Fuck. “I think you should move out of your brother’s apartment. It won’t stop him from following you and trying to find you but it’ll be harder for him to get at you if you’re somewhere else.”
“I can’t afford to move somewhere else.”
“You don’t have to spend any money,” Camille reaches forward and puts her hand on his shoulder. “You can move in here. I’d like to see that bastard get into my castle.”
“Or my place,” Aline smiles at Alec, though he can’t see it from his downward head. “You’ll have to deal with two cats but they’ll like you if you always keep treats in your pockets.”
“Or mine,” Camille’s head jerks to look at Magnus. He thinks of Caleb too. He can’t help it, but Alec and Caleb are two very different people. Alec wasn’t the type to do what Caleb did. “You can come live with me, Alec. It’s not as fancy as this place but there’s security downstairs and I have a system on my door. You’ll be safe.”
Alec sniffs and he wipes his face with his holey black sleeve. “I can’t pay any of you back. I know you have issues with money, Magnus.”
Magnus presses his lips together and looks at Camille. How much had she told him? Whatever. It was going to come out anyway. “My ex cheated on me after I spoiled him rotten. I don’t want to pay anyone’s way, but my home is yours for as long as you want it. How close are you from graduating?”
“A-A semester.”
Another reason for Magnus to kill Jonathan. “Camille and I will see about getting your degree. A few months of school won’t be that bad for us. Do you want to live with one of us?”
Alec looks up at Magnus finally and his heart feels like it might actually stop at the heartbreaking sight. Red tinged, blue eyes meet his. “You. I want to live with you.”
Chapter 16
Notes:
Warnings for this chapter include Alec telling Magnus about his scars. It's kind of gruesome so it might be too much for some readers.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Alec stares up at the ceiling of one of Magnus’s guest bedrooms. He wasn’t remotely tired, but he didn’t know Magnus well enough to feel comfortable looking around the place, watching TV, or even going to get a glass of water. The other man had told him he was free to go wherever he wanted in the apartment and even showed him how to get on his fancy looking computer and Playstation, but he still didn’t feel like it was right to use Magnus’s stuff outside of the fridge and stove.
He didn’t want to get too comfortable here because he knew it wasn’t permanent. Magnus was afraid of someone taking advantage of him and Alec couldn’t blame him for that. He’d probably feel the same way if he took care of someone for years and then they took off with the person they cheated on him with. He is close to graduating. All he needed was… was a loan or something. He could get his degree, pay back Magnus for his generosity, and then maybe, when they were on more even footing, they could maybe see if they could have a relationship.
Ha, even footing.
Camille’s “apartment” had shocked Alec. He and Jonathan had lived in a nice enough place. Jace’s apartment fit what Alec thought of as an apartment. Camille’s had been pure… well, he thought she may own more things than the Queen does.
Magnus’s apartment was different. It was very nice with an open floor plan and a breakfast bar and huge TV and video game systems. Jace would be like a happy teenager here if he ever got the chance to come over. There were two guards downstairs and even a fancy looking security system on Magnus’s door. There were three guest bedrooms, which Alec struggled to believe. There was a lot of nice stuff here, but Magnus’s place didn’t look anything like Camille’s. He would be more comfortable here, but not too comfortable. He’d be able to leave and Magnus and he could figure stuff out in different homes.
Alec looks around the room at the painting of an ocean on one wall and dressers on the other. The only window in the room faces the park. There was even a bathroom connected to the room. It was peaceful. He didn’t want to leave. He didn’t want to be a mooch either, and he knew he could never make enough money to split rent here. Not for a few years at least.
Magnus wants an equal in a relationship, or not a relationship at all. Alec would probably never be able to be an equal, not with him having dropped out of school and not being sure what his future prospects were. Aline told him that Magnus is going to be the CEO of some fancy finance company. Alec could never be that successful.
Alec sits up and pushes the blankets down. He eases his legs out of the bed and stands up. He didn’t know what was going to happen between him and Magnus, but he didn’t want to give up any time that they could have together. His feet lead him out the door and down the hall towards Magnus’s bedroom.
Outside the door Alec hesitates. Magnus had suggested they have separate bedrooms so Alec could have his own space. Maybe that meant he didn’t want Alec in his bedroom at all. Oh well, if he turned back now he might not have the balls later to find out what Magnus really wants from this relationship. Because it is a relationship, whether either of them are ready to admit it or not.
He opens the door before he loses the courage to do it. The room is dark except for a strip of moonlight coming in from the bottom of a window shade. The light crosses over Magnus’s large bed. “Alec?” Magnus sits up in bed and Alec realizes he must have been awake before he came in. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah,” Alec feels silly. He holds onto the door. “I, uh, just wanted to know if I could sleep in here with you. It’s fine if you don’t want to.”
It doesn’t help that Alec can’t see Magnus’s face, just a big, dark shape in the bed. “Of course you can sleep in here. I just assumed… Well, that you wouldn’t be comfortable doing that,” Magnus pats the bed next to him. “I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to have sex right now, but we can sleep together. Come lay down.”
Under different circumstances Alec might have been embarrassed by how quickly he moves to the bed and climbs in, but he’s not right now. The sheets are silky and soft, and the two comforters are both soft and warm. “Two blankets?”
“What?” Alec can hear the grin in Magnus’s voice. “I like my comforts. You’ll figure that out the longer you know me. How do you feel about cuddling?”
Cuddling? Alec looks at Magnus. He can’t see Magnus’s eyes but he can see the other man is looking in his direction. “Uh,” He just never thought Magnus was the type to cuddle. “I don’t know. Jonathan was the only person I’ve been with and he hated cuddling. He said it made him too hot and it was girly.”
Magnus makes an angry noise. “It’s not girly. I hope I get a few minutes alone with him in a room,” He sighs. “I love to cuddle, especially after a scene. Cuddling makes for great after care. I like to be the big spoon.”
The big spoon? Oh, Alec’s seen that in movies. He turns on his left side. “Like this?”
“Yes,” Magnus huffs out a laugh and suddenly his chest is pressed against Alec’s back. His knees slot into the back of Alec’s knees. An arm rests over Alec’s side and his hand rests in the little patch of moonlight coming from the window. “Is this comfortable?”
Jonathan was right; it is very warm… and Alec wouldn’t trade it for anything. “Yes,” He whispers. “I’m comfortable.”
Magnus’s nose presses against the back of Alec’s hair and he’s pretty sure the man even kisses him on the shoulder. He stares at the hand in the moonlight. That hand can be rough and it can be gentle. Alec knows that from experience.
Hm…
Alec inches his hand towards Magnus’s. His pinky touches Magnus’s thumb, then the pointer finger, and then finally slides all the way over top of the whole hand. Magnus is still the entire time and his breath is even, but not slow. Alec can tell the other man is still awake, but neither of them speak. Magnus’s hand is warm and Alec slides his fingers through Magnus’s.
“I don’t,” Alec clears his throat. “I don’t want you to see them, my scars. Not yet, anyways. But you can touch them.”
Magnus’s body becomes rigid behind him. Alec can feel Magnus’s chest heaving against his back. “Are you sure? I don’t need to see them. I don’t need to feel them. I’ll take whatever you’re willing to give me.”
“I know,” Alec squeezes Magnus’s hand. “That’s why I want you to know what happened to me. I want to share everything with you, but right now I need it to be in a way where I can’t see the look on your face. I don’t want to see your face if this, well, disgusts you.”
“It won’t disgust me.”
“You don’t know that,” Alec presses his lips together. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes. “If you feel them and you’re not bothered, then maybe you can see them and not be bothered. It’ll lessen the chances of disgust coming over your face if you just saw them. I don’t think I can handle that. I just ask that if you’re disgusted in this moment that you won’t push to see me without my shirt on later. Either end this completely or I can wear my shirt around you forever if you’re not comfortable seeing them. This… exercise can just let you know what you’re okay with.”
Alec knew this wasn’t entirely healthy. He knew he should just take off his shirt and see whatever look Magnus has on his face when he does. But he doesn’t want to let Magnus go and he doesn’t want to see a disgusted face. This is the only way around both of those things. He knows deep down that he looks ugly under his shirt. He knows Magnus wouldn’t want to be with him if he saw just how ugly Alec really is. But he knows Magnus thinks everything else is beautiful, so maybe that was enough for them.
“Move my hand however you want. You’re in control.”
Was it difficult for Magnus to relinquish control like this? The other man is a Dom, after all. Alec slowly slides their hands to his chest, just between his nipples. “There’s nothing here,” He can barely feel his lips as he whispers. “He liked my chest the way it is now,” He slides their hands down his belly until they reach the edge of his shirt. “My knees have rice imprints in them. He made me kneel on them for hours. The first hour isn’t terrible. It’s actually kind of boring. But the longer they dig into your skin the more painful they become. It doesn’t help that your legs go numb and you can feel every part of that piece of rice digging into you.”
Alec nudges up the edge of his shirt and slides their hands up under it. Magnus sucks in air when his hand tickles the skin beneath Alec’s belly button. What’s left of it. There are six lines in a row there. “He used a knife on my belly,” He breathes out. “This was when he really started to ignore my safewords. He wanted to do a scene using a fake knife but switched it out for a real one. I didn’t know until it cut me. They never totally healed. He said it was an accident but he kept on doing it while I…”
Screamed. While he screamed. Alec’s never felt pain like that before. He uses his thumb to push Magnus’s thumb against his bellybutton, where torn flesh meets them. “He liked piercings and he wanted me to pierce my bellybutton. I didn’t want to so he did it during a scene while I was blindfolded. I started wiggling to get away from him and he ‘accidentally’ ripped it out. He said it was my fault for moving around so much. He gave me stitches himself but he did a bad job and it never healed right.”
Alec moves Magnus’s hand to a patchy spot a couple inches away from his bellybutton. “This is from the wax of a candle. I wasn’t sure I wanted to do anything with fire and this was something else he did while I was blindfolded and handcuffed. I couldn’t get it off and it burned me so badly it left a mark.
“The rest, well,” Alec lets go of Magnus’s hand. “The rest is on my back. He mostly whipped me but he did other stuff too. It’s worse than my stomach. I don’t know if I’ll ever be okay with people looking at it.”
Magnus is completely silent. Alec frowns when he realizes the other man is shaking against him. “Are you okay?”
“No,” Magnus sniffs and Alec realizes he’s crying. “No, I’m not. I’m going to strangle him if I ever see him. He abused you and I’m so proud of you that you fought your way out of it.”
“But I didn’t,” Alec mumbles and stares at the wall. “He kicked me out and I went to Jace’s apartment. I didn’t do anything.”
“He’s been texting you, right? Trying to get back together.”
Alec nods. “Yeah.”
“And you’re not going back, Alec. That’s you fighting. You want better for yourself, for your future,” Magnus nuzzles Alec’s neck and Alec closes his eyes, tears dripping onto the pillow and making his cheek wet. “I’m so proud of you. I’m so proud of you, Alec.”
Alec blindly reaches for Magnus’s hand and Magnus squeezes his, presses their hands against Alec’s chest, and holds him tightly. Too tightly.
But Alec wasn’t about to ask him to stop.
Notes:
So I cried 🤣 Really. It takes a lot for a chapter to get me to cry but this one got me. Alec using Magnus's hand to touch his scars has been an image in my head since before starting this chapter and I was dying while writing it.
Chapter Text
Magnus frowns down at his phone before he glances back at his computer, but he doesn’t focus on what’s on the screen. He knows he has an important meeting soon but he can’t stop thinking about Alec. It’s been three days since Alec “showed” him what Jonathan did to his body, and he hasn’t wanted to let the other man out of his sight.
Jonathan.
That’s the type of man that gives the people in the BDSM community a bad name. Magnus has met men like Jonathan, though he’s never, at least he hopes not, met someone as bad as him. People who hurt their subs, really hurt their subs, and got off on it. Magnus feels slightly like a hypocrite because he’s gotten off on punishing his subs too, but that was purely consensual, and what Jonathan doesn’t realize is that the subs are the ones with all the actual power.
If only Magnus had known about this before getting into a relationship with Alec. And there was no denying that’s what’s happening right now. He’s got feelings for Alec, and the other night proved that Alec felt the same way. The trust between them had been more powerful than any trust another sub has ever given Magnus. In fact, it went beyond the trust between sub and dom. It was… Magnus isn’t ready to say love.
But maybe it was love.
If not love… it was protectiveness. Magnus has never wanted to protect someone as much as he wants to protect Alec now. It had felt good to come to work knowing Alec was safe in his home. In his bed. Eating his food. Watching his TV. He’d offered to let Alec live with him until Alec got back on his feet, but it was getting more and more tempting to ask him to stay. Not forever.
But maybe forever.
For the first time in years Magnus thinks that he might not have been as in love with Caleb as he thought he was. They were good together, both in the scene and out of it, but Magnus never looked at Caleb the way he looks at Alec. Maybe Caleb realized that. The cheating was fucked… but maybe Caleb just didn’t want to go through the motions like Magnus wanted. Maybe Magnus didn’t want to be alone and used Caleb so he wouldn’t be.
God, Magnus is a terrible human being. What does Alec see in him?
Alec…
Magnus looks at his phone again just as his computer’s email dings. He ignores the email and taps on the phone screen. Alec’s text pops up again and he looks at it, frowning.
Jace texted me to come to the apartment to help him move some of his stuff to Clary’s. I’ll be back to your place by the time you get home!
Something about the text felt… wrong. Magnus isn’t sure if it’s his dominant possessiveness, or if there’s something else going on. Jace and Alec haven’t even seen each other once since Alec moved into that apartment. They text sometimes but Jace is, according to Alec, rather… obsessed with his girlfriend, Clary.
And Magnus got that this was the pot calling the kettle black, considering his growing feelings for Alec and his possessiveness of him, but Alec had said Jace is up Clary’s ass unless the two of them are fighting, and then he pouts to Alec and Isabelle about how unfair life is. Magnus doesn’t know Jace, but would Jace ask Alec to come help him move stuff from the apartment, or would Jace only ask him to come over if they have to have a drink over how annoying Clary is?
The computer dings again and Magnus sighs. He really doesn’t want to go to this meeting with his father. Working here was miserable, even though he does like all the money he makes on the job. His father had destroyed any sort of creativity out of him when he was a teenager because Asmodeus believed going into the arts would make Magnus poor, and if Magnus was poor then it would be Asmodeus’s fault.
A few seconds after the computer dings, his work phone rings. “Fuck,” Magnus mutters and picks it up. “What, father?”
There’s a pause. “Uh, it’s not father.”
Damnit. It’s his secretary. “Sorry, I’m just in a mood. What do you need?”
“Well, father just called and said you need to, I quote, get your lazy ass up in his office right now. He’s not going to tell you again.”
“Tell him from me that he can kindly go fuck himself,” She laughs, and Magnus rubs his hand down his face. “Tell him from me that I’m busy right now and have some work to get done. He’s more than qualified to meet with the president himself.”
“Are you busy right now?”
Magnus pauses. “In my heart and soul, I am.”
“That doesn’t count, Mr. Bane.”
“Josie,” Magnus sighs. “Call me Magnus. Mr. Bane is unfortunately my father, and your boss’s boss. I’m not actually busy. I’m worried about my…”
“Your boyfriend!” She giggles and rocks back in her seat. “Camille told me all about the Irish wet dream!”
Magnus wants to murder Camille. He also forgot that his best friend and his secretary were also friends. “He’s not my boyfriend.”
“Yet.”
“…Yet,” Magnus rolls his eyes. “We haven’t closed the relationship because we don’t know what the relationship is yet. I’m looking at a text he sent me and I’m suspicious of it.”
“What do you mean?”
Magnus feels like a creep for being so possessive over Alec. He almost doesn’t answer her, but she’s the most normal person he knows outside of Cat, and you couldn’t exactly say Cat is normal. Plus, if he asked Cat for advice, she’d just hang up the phone on him after telling him not to bother her during nursing hours.
“Well,” Magnus glances at his phone again. “He had to move into my apartment for personal reasons. He got a text from his brother a couple hours ago to ask him to come move some stuff to his girlfriend’s place. The only thing is, the brother and Alec haven’t really talked since Alec moved into the brother’s apartment. I guess the brother is super into his girlfriend and his focus is always on either himself or her, and Alec kinda…”
“Gets the scraps,” She finishes his sentence. “What a bro.”
“Yeah,” Magnus agrees. “Now he might be the nicest guy in the world, but the way Alec’s talked about him… It just seems to me like Alec cares more than Jace does. That’s not my place to say, and I could be acting like a big freak, but I just feel like Jace wouldn’t text that. Alec also told me that Jace never asks him for help, ever.”
“Maybe he’s asking for help now,” Josie reasons. “Like you said, you don’t know him. Maybe he realizes he should talk to Alec every once in a while, like a normal brother.”
“I just feel like something is wrong.”
“Your spidey senses are tingling. Just call him and tell him you’re worried about him. You’re so cute that he’ll probably like it. Oh, father just emailed me telling me that if I have to, I need to march into your office and drag you out by the ear. Shall I tell him that you’ve gone for lunch?”
“Yeah, you can do that,” Magnus picks up his cell phone. “I know he wants me there so I can take over the company one day, but I don’t know how much more of this boring shit I can take.”
“Tell him that, Mr. Bane.”
“Do you volunteer as tribute?” Magnus chuckles dryly. “I’ll let you go. Try not to let him bring you down.”
“You either, Mr. Bane.”
Magnus slowly lowers the phone into its cradle, and he lights up his cell. It wouldn’t be possessive stalker behavior if he calls his almost-sorta-boyfriend, is it? He hasn’t had a boyfriend in years. He’s not sure how he’s supposed to act right now, especially considering he and Alec haven’t had the most… conventional start to their relationship.
All he’d say is he misses Alec. No, that would make him sound too desperate. Magnus is not a desperate man. No, he could just say he thought of Alec randomly and decided to say hi. That’s actually pretty cute and romantic. Alec would love it.
What is Alec doing to him?
Magnus pushes the button to call Alec before he can tell himself to stop acting like a creep. The phone rings four times before a voice that’s not Alec’s picks up. “Hello?”
“Hey, uh, Jace?” Magnus cringes. He did not want to meet Alec’s brother this way. “Is Alec there? Could you tell him it’s Magnus?”
“Oh, I’m not Jace,” The man has an accent that Magnus can’t quite place. It sounds somewhat French, somewhat German, but different. “I’m Alec’s boyfriend, Jonathan.”
Bile rises into Magnus’s throat and for a second, he thinks he might actually throw up. No. No. He found Alec. Somehow lured Alec away from his apartment… maybe even stealing Jace’s phone to do it. “If you touch him, I’m going to kill you myself.”
“Ooooh, scary,” Jonathan laughs. “Everything is purely consensual between us. He just needs to learn his place.”
“Alec is an absolute fucking angel,” Magnus growls and shoves his wallet and keys into his pockets before he races towards the door. “His place is wherever he wants to be. You, on the other hand? You’re the fucking devil and I’m going to send you to hell myself.”
“Come near us and you’ll regret you were ever born.”
The call clicks off and Magnus immediately calls Camille as he bowls people over to get into the elevator. “What do you want, Magnus? I need my beauty sleep.”
“Meet me at Alec’s place.”
Camille is instantly alert. “Why? What’s wrong?”
“I need a witness,” Magnus repeatedly jabs the basement button, and the doors finally shut. “I need you to be there so you can tell the judge I happily murdered Jonathan Morgenstern.”
“Finally!” Camille laughs. “I’ll get Aline. She’ll want to help. Maybe she’ll be smarter than us and actually call the police.”
“She can do what she wants,” Magnus hurries out of the elevator and towards his car. “But I’m seriously going to fucking kill him if he touched a single beautiful hair on my boyfriend’s body.”
Alec.
Hold on.
Chapter 18
Notes:
I have been looking forward to this chapter for TWO YEARS.
Warnings include a hostage situation and violence.
Chapter Text
Alec feels like he’s going to puke. He can’t even open his eyes without that swirly, nauseous feeling overwhelming him. Just thinking about puking makes his stomach roll even more than it already was. He just knows that he cannot, under any possibility, puke right now. His life literally depended on it.
Because there is tape across his mouth, his hands are bound, and he’s tied to a chair.
Would Jonathan let him suffocate on his own vomit? Alec really didn’t want to take the chance that Jonathan might not try to save him. Jonathan has been violent before, but he’s never actually tried to kill Alec before. Then again, Jonathan has also never used some computer app, program, thing to spoof Jace’s phone number and text him using it. He’s also certainly never knocked Alec out once Alec got inside, tied him up like this, and duct taped his mouth shut.
Alec breathes deeply through his nose, and he tries to get his bearings without the use of his watery, nauseated eyes. He’d been so excited when he got the text from Jace. It’s been a while since the two of them talked in person, and Alec was even considering telling Jace about Jonathan. He already told Aline, Camille, and Magnus, and was starting to consider the possibility of pressing charges. So Jace could have helped him tell the rest of the family.
The anxiety eases somewhat knowing that Jace isn’t here. His younger brother is safe, as long as he doesn’t come home. He’s not sure what Jonathan would be capable of if Jace came home and surprised them.
Fuck, Alec sent Magnus a text telling him he was coming here!
What would Magnus think if Alec didn’t come home, and he knows he should be ashamed of himself for calling Magnus’s home his home, but he’s not. Would Magnus think Alec is just like Caleb? He hopes not, but the alternative is that Magnus will come looking for him here… and find Jonathan. Jonathan is a jealous man. If he wouldn’t think twice about tying Alec up and holding him hostage, Alec doesn’t think Jonathan would think twice about killing Magnus or hurting him in some other awful way.
Maybe Magnus, Aline, or Camille will call the cops. A wellness check? A welfare check? Whatever it’s called, Alec hopes that’s what one of them does. Aline also knows where Jonathan and Alec used to live together… Maybe she would figure out Jonathan is behind Alec’s disappearance.
Because he knows he’s going to disappear. He doesn’t know if Jonathan is going to kill him or not, but he does know he’s never going to be able to escape Jonathan again without help.
“Hello?” Alec jumps and looks down the hallway going towards his and Jace’s bedrooms. He watches Jonathan step through the doorway and grin at him. Alec’s phone is pressed against his ear. “Oh, I’m not Jace. I’m Alec’s boyfriend Jonathan.”
“Hm,” Jonathan pauses, then he laughs. “Oooh, scary. Everything is purely consensual between us. He just needs to learn his place.”
Jonathan pulls the pocketknife he keeps attached to his belt out and sets it on the counter. Alec realizes for the first time that Jonathan’s wearing gloves. “Come near us and you’ll regret you were ever born,” He turns the phone off, drops it, and stomps on it. Alec watches helplessly as pieces of his phone go spinning in different directions. “Your new boyfriend has got balls. You know what he told me? That he’s going to send me to hell because I’m the devil. What do you think about that?”
Alec stares at Jonathan until the other man grins. “Oh, I forgot you’ve got duct tape on your face! Would you like me to take it off for you? You haven’t been a very good boy, so I don’t think I will.”
All Alec does is continue to stare at him. He doesn’t try to fight his way through the duct tape binding his legs to the chair or the ones around his wrists. He knows he’s going to die today if Magnus doesn’t get here in time.
So he’s not going to give Jonathan the fucking satisfaction of a single god damned tear.
Jonathan backhands Alec so fast that all he saw was a blur before the sound of skin cracking against skin fills the room. Alec’s head jerks back, but he grinds his teeth to keep from crying out or crying. He stares at Jonathan again. The other man’s jaw is tight. “It looks like your new boyfriend didn’t spank you enough, but of course he didn’t. You’re mine, and only I know what you need to obey me. I would like to play with you here, but your new boyfriend called, and I just couldn’t resist rubbing his nose in the fact that you belong to me, not him. I suppose I could have pretended to be Jace, but he disgusts me so much that I wouldn’t have been able to keep a straight face. Time to go.”
Alec frowns beneath his duct tape. How was Jonathan planning on getting him out of his apartment without any of the neighbors realizing this is a kidnapping? Jonathan’s not a stupid man. He’s crazy, but not stupid. He must have some sort of plan.
“I’m going to take off the tape on your mouth,” Jonathan says as easily as he would talk about the weather. “If you scream, I’m slitting your throat with my knife. Got it?”
Alec nods, and before his head finishes bobbing, Jonathan rips the tape off of his mouth. It stings, horribly, and Alec grits his teeth harder and closes his eyes to keep even the smallest sound from escaping his lips. He wouldn’t give Jonathan any satisfaction in what’s going to happen today.
“Ha,” Jonathan chuckles. “It looks like your boyfriend has taught you some new things. I’d thank him if it didn’t enrage me that he touched you. But I will be benefiting from him. I didn’t want your screams before. I just wanted your perfect obedience, and that’s what I’ve gotten.”
“Jonathan,” Alec looks him dead in the eyes. “Magnus is going to kill you when he gets here.”
“I wish him luck,” Jonathan gives him an appraising look. “Where was this spunk when I had you before? You were such a whiny little baby back then. It was so easy to break you. I am thoroughly going to enjoy it this time.
“So, this is what we’re going to do,” Jonathan ticks off his fingers. “I’m going to cut off your binds. We’re going to march through that door, down to the elevator, and we’re going to walk down the block to my car. You’re not going to call attention to us, and you’re going to get in my car. I’ll have my knife open and ready the entire time. I’ll stab you or someone else if I have to. You wouldn’t want someone else’s death on your conscious, would you?”
Alec shakes his head. No, he wouldn’t want that. But he wasn’t planning on leaving this apartment alive, unless he was with cops or Magnus or both. “I’ll do whatever you want…” He forces his face into a neutral look. “Master.”
Jonathan’s body seems to grow taller and he gives Alec a smug smile. “That’s a good boy, but I’m still going to have to punish you. Here, don’t move. I wouldn’t want to cut you until, well, I want to cut you.”
As Jonathan cuts his way through the duct tape around Alec’s legs, Alec thinks. There was no way he was going to risk someone’s life by trying to call out for help, and he’s sure Jonathan will actually slit his throat if he gets angry enough. He doesn’t know if Magnus himself is on the way, or the cops are, but if Magnus said he’s going to send Jonathan to hell, then he knows someone is on the way. All he needs to do is keep Jonathan busy until someone comes.
“Um, Master,” Alec gives his legs a good wiggle when they’re finally freed and Jonathan starts to work on his wrists. “I have to use the restroom.”
“Hold it,” Jonathan snaps and the knife digs into Alec’s wrist. He presses his lips together again to keep the cry that claws at his throat from escaping. “We’re on a time crunch and I’m not wasting any of that time so you can take a piss.”
“But, Master,” Alec winces as Jonathan rips the duct tape the rest of the way off his stinging wrists. He gives his legs another wiggle. “I had to go when I came in the apartment. I’m afraid I’ll go in my pants if I don’t go now.”
Jonathan’s hand grabs Alec’s bicep and hauls him up. “Fine, whatever, but don’t think you’re closing the damn door and locking it. I’m going into the bathroom with you and watching you piss. Then we’re going, understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
Alec rubs his wrists as he starts down the hallway with Jonathan practically breathing right on his neck. He hoped that he would have been able to shut and lock the door, even if the window isn’t big enough for him to crawl through. The window is big enough to call out though, and he would be able to wrench off the back of the toilet and hit Jonathan with it once Jonathan broke through. That isn’t going to happen though. He needs another plan.
Jonathan slaps the door to the bathroom open, and it bangs into the wall. He gives Alec a look. Alec quickly moves over to the toilet and unzips his pants. He feels strange begging his body to pee, but if he doesn’t then Jonathan will know that this was a ruse. He’s grateful when he does manage to trickle some out, and he zips himself up again.
He tries to figure out how many minutes it has been since Jonathan talked to Magnus on the phone. Twenty? Doubtfully thirty. How long would it take Magnus to drive here?
“Would you hurry the fuck up? You take longer to wash your hands than any girl I’ve ever met.”
Alec turns off the water and turns to dry his hands. When he does, he spots Jace’s marble Buddha statue on the shelf over the sink. It’s inches from his hands, which Jonathan probably can’t see from his angle from just outside the door. He carefully dries his hands on the towel beneath the shelf and reaches up to grab the statue. He’ll have to be quick. “I’m ready, Master.”
“Good,” Jonathan turns from the doorway and Alec brings the Buddha down against the back of his head. “Oooph!”
Alec leaps over Jonathan’s crumpled body and races towards Jace’s bedroom. A hand wraps around his ankle and first his knees and then his chin slides against the ground. Blood drips from his skin and he doesn’t need to look down to know that there’s a trail that his chin left on the ground. The hand around his ankle tightens and yanks, but Alec rips his foot free and blindly kicks back, enjoying the crunch of, he hopes, Jonathan’s nose beneath his shoe.
He scrabbles at the floor, digging his nails into the wood as the hand closes around his ankle again. “Come back here, you fucking bitch!”
“Fuck you!” Alec screams and fights his way to his feet. He races to Jace’s bedroom and slams the door, barely taking the time to lock it before he shoves both of Jace’s dressers in front of the door and sits in front of them. His heart feels like it’s going to beat out of his chest. “Hurry, please hurry. Magnus, please hurry.”
There’s no phone in this room. He can hear Jonathan raging outside in the hallway, and he knows it’s only a matter of time before he starts trying to beat down the door.
His only hope is Magnus.
Chapter 19
Notes:
Warnings for this one include road rage. Magnus is also going to be quite murderous 🤣
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Magnus grips the steering wheel tightly as he resists honking at the person in front of him trying to park in a spot that is far too small for the car, and there’s too much oncoming traffic to try to go around. “Come on!” He shouts. “Get a fucking move on!”
It’s tempting to drive up onto the sidewalk and just bowl people over, but he might get arrested before he can get to Alec that way. He trusts Camille to murder Jonathan if Magnus gets arrested first, but he wants to be the one to do it. He wants to look Jonathan in the eyes and know he’s the last thing that piece of shit sees before he dies.
Of course, that won’t happen if these people don’t fucking move their asses. Camille and Aline will get there first, and Aline will stop Camille from murdering Jonathan and burying his body. Aline’s good and kind. The complete opposite of him and Camille. Magnus and Camille are the type of people to murder Jonathan and brag about it to the judge and jury and executioner later.
Honestly, Magnus isn’t sure who he wants to get there first. As good as it’ll feel to kill Jonathan, that means he’ll be leaving Alec alone. No, not alone. Alec has Camille and Aline for life after this. If Camille goes down, then Magnus and Aline can be there for Alec. And Aline isn’t going to jail today because she’s not a crazy ass dominant with possession issues.
The car finally backs up and moves on instead of trying to park. “Thank you,” Magnus says sarcastically. “For your consideration.”
Magnus zooms around the car from the right, bumping up slightly onto the sidewalk, and back onto the street as he takes a right. He’s only three streets away, but he can feel his heart beat faster and faster, wondering if Alec’s heart still beats right alongside his.
On the second to last street, Magnus stops behind a taxi with its blinkers on. The taxi driver is popping open the trunk. “Are you fucking serious?!” Magnus roars so loudly the taxi driver and rider both jump and look at his car angrily. “Pull the fuck over and show the rest of us some consideration! Fuck this.”
There’s a car coming from the other way, but Magnus decides, well, fuck it. He roars into traffic and barely manages to get his car back into his lane before the oncoming car hits his. There’s a flurry of honks, shouts, and curses he leaves in his dust. Maybe he’ll be arrested for more than one thing today.
He finally, finally turns onto Alec’s street and drives past a car attempting to pull into the spot in front of the door. The car beeps loudly and the driver leans out of his window to yell at Magnus, but Magnus merely gives him the middle finger before he reaches under his seat for the black box he keeps down there. He opens the box and sticks the object inside into the waistband of his pants.
The other car speeds away as Magnus steps out of his car, and is immediately bombarded with a screech from Camille, who is standing on the steps in front of the apartment. “What took you so fucking long? You know Aline got here first! She’s already inside and running up the steps. She called the cops, Magnus, and they’re going to stop us from killing him!”
Magnus hurries up the steps and grabs her arm. “Don’t shout about murdering people!” He hisses. He grabs the door and pulls, but it doesn’t open. There are buzzers lining the side of the door. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Oh, that’s the easy part,” Camille slides both of her hands down the buzzers, igniting all of them. Not two seconds later the door buzzes, she grabs the door, and pulls it open. She smiles smugly up at Magnus. “People are stupid creatures, and we just needed one to open the door for us.”
Magnus shoves past Camille and up the stairs. He can hear running above him, so he lowers his head, balls his fist, and runs as fast as he can. A teenager is coming down the stairs, and Magnus nearly flattens him as he winds his way around and around until he’s passing Aline. “Magnus?”
He charges down the hallway towards Jace and Alec’s apartment door. “Magnus! Wait! I called the cops. They’re on the way. Don’t… you know… commit a crime!”
“They call pull me off his dead body!” Magnus stops before Alec’s door, takes a deep breath, and hopes like hell the dead bolt isn’t in place. He raises his foot and smashes down the door in one blow. “Jonathan!” He positively roars. “Come out and die!”
“Magnus!”
He ignores the calls behind him from both Aline and Camille as he marches into the apartment.
A tall man runs down a hallway and into the living room, and he freezes when he sees Magnus. Blood drips from a broken nose and Magnus feels savage pleasure that Alec had been the one to break it. Jonathan draws his hand back to hit Magnus, but Magnus is quicker. His knuckles ache the instant they touch Jonathan’s face, but he draws back and knocks his ass to the floor.
Jonathan tries to get up, but Magnus pulls the object from and points it at his head. “Don’t move.”
The other man freezes, and Aline gasps behind Magnus. Even Camille sounds shocked when she says, “A gun? Since when have you owned a gun, Magnus?”
Magnus holds the gun firmly between his hands and holds his pointer finger over the trigger. “I live in New York. I thought I might need it one day if someone tried to carjack me or something. I think this qualifies under ‘or something.’”
“Please,” Jonathan says thickly through the blood flowing down his face. “Please, don’t. I’ll leave him alone. I promise I’ll leave him alone.”
“Your promises don’t mean a damn thing to me,” Magnus can hear police sirens in the distance. “You’re going to prison for attempting to kidnap or rape or murder my boyfriend. If you move, you’re going to die. Don’t make me do that. I don’t want to be another monster in Alec’s life,” He raises his voice. “Alec, you can come out. I’ve got him.”
There’s the sound of something heavy being moved and a door opens. Tentative footsteps move down the hallway. “Magnus?”
“I’m here,” Magnus doesn’t take his eyes off of Jonathan’s. “He’s not going to hurt you ever again.”
“Is he…?” Alec peeks around the hall door and looks down at Jonathan on the ground. “Oh, thank God. I thought you might have killed him.”
“It’s tempting,” There’s the sounds of heavy footsteps coming up the stairs, but Magnus doesn’t lower the gun yet. The sight of blood on Alec’s chin and shirt make his blood boil even worse than it already was. “But I don’t want you to think I’m a killer.”
“I wouldn’t have,” Alec steps carefully around Jonathan and practically sucker fishes himself to Magnus’s side. “I hope they lock him up for life.”
The footsteps pound down the hallway and Camille hisses, “Put away the fucking gun or they’ll tackle you instead of him!”
Magnus waits until he can hear the steps right outside the door before he slides the safety on and slips his gun back into his pants. Alec throws himself into Magnus’s arms just as half a dozen very armed and very pissed off officers stream into the room, take a look at the scene, and descend upon the bloody man in the middle of the room.
Jonathan shouts, “He had a gun on me!” as his hands are ripped behind him and placed in cuffs. “Arrest him too! He was going to shoot me!” He tries to fight off the cops, so one of them lays him flat on the ground and digs his knees into the middle of Jonathan’s back. They cuff his ankles too. “Search him! He’s got a fucking gun, the psychopath! Alec! Alexander! Tell them to let me go!”
Alec buries his face in Magnus’s shoulder. Magnus presses his mouth against Alec’s ear. “I’m never going to let him hurt you again. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you from him until now. I love you, Alec. I love you so fucking much.”
Even through Magnus’s suit jacket, he can feel wetness, and when Alec draws away, just an inch or so, he looks up at Magnus. His lips are wet, and tears slide down his cheeks and into the blood on his chin. “I love you too.”
“Sir, we should get him to the hospital.”
Magnus ignores the cop and crushes Alec against his body. He’s never letting him go. He will never, ever let Alec go.
Notes:
This one is coming to an end too! Alec's going to talk to the police, and then I'll be gifting you guys another super kinky smut chapter.
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