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It'd been a stupid thing to do. Izzy and Jace had given him the spell book as a joke. The thing looked old but his siblings were sure that it was fake. It was just some new age book that had been stained and beaten up to look authentic. Alec hadn't been so sure, but one night when they were all too drunk to know better, Alec had recited the words of one of the spells. Of course it'd been him. He was the only one who knew Latin and if magic was real, he wasn't going to let it effect his siblings.

At first they assumed nothing happened, laughing over the paper cut that Alec had given himself when Church had knocked over the stack of DVDs sitting on the coffee and Alec had sliced his finger on a page. It was a jump scare, but nothing dangerous had happened. It wasn't until later... when Alec was alone that he realized that the book was real.

Which was how he ended up with an incubus in his apartment. an incredibly beautiful, hot incubus that decided that Alec was his next snack. When Alec panicked and somehow managed to keep from falling into bed - or whatever convenient surface the demon could find - Magnus eventually quit trying to get him naked. Temporarily of course.

Instead he decided that he was Alec's new roommate. Alec tried to convince Magnus that the summoning was an accident. He tried to banish him. Nothing worked. Since the arcane hadn't succeeded, Alec tried a simpler method. Stretched out on the couch, he studiously ignored the incubus, trying to read his textbook instead of ogle his new 'roommate'.

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Things could be worse. He could have been summoned by someone old and ugly, or someone cruel and manipulative. Not that Magnus minded being used for nasty things at times -- sometimes they were quite pleasant for him and all involved really -- but he got tired of being directed and ordered around. Here there was freedom. Here there was a hot young mortal who had summoned him.

That's where things could have been better. Magnus would have preferred for the young man's attention to be on him, and so far the only way to get it, openly, was to be annoying and bothersome. He didn't believe for a second that Alec hadn't meant to summon him; only that, now that he had, he realized how over his head he had gotten.

Too much incubus for him. Magnus wanted to prove him wrong. He was just the right amount of demon.

In the interests of "decency," or something, Alec had given him some clothes to wear, but Magnus had eschewed them in favor of a simple pair of black boxer-briefs and nothing else. Why hide what he had, when he was on a mission?

Magnus perched himself on the edge of the sofa by Alec's head and reached out to finger the page of the book.

"What are you reading?" he purred.

Why couldn't Magnus wear clothes? He'd given him the best ones that Alec owned. The ones that Izzy had given him that always made him feel like everyone was going to stare at him and felt a little too tight. Other than Alec being taller than Magnus, they should have been nice enough for the incubus. Instead of wearing them, Magnus had decided that wearing nothing but the underwear was appropriate. Maybe for a demon it was.

For a college student trying to get decent grades and not be murdered by an incubus, it was not appropriate.

But it was difficult to ignore. Magnus was stunning, looking like the kinds of fantasies that Alec had denied himself for years until he'd finally came out. Somehow he managed to ignore all the smooth, perfect skin sitting next to him even if he couldn't focus on the words on the page.

"Poetry." His voice cracked slightly and Alec winced mentally. He couldn't let Magnus know that he was bothered by having him so close. Technically, it wasn't bothered... attraction was different than bothered. Maybe if he focused on the fact that he knew nothing about Magnus other than he was hot and he was a demon he could act normally around Magnus. No matter how sexy Magnus might be, Alec had never really wanted his first - and with an incubus his last - time to be a random hookup. "For my lit class."

Alec's voice cracked and Magnus thrilled. It was his very nature to want to seduce, to want to gain attention, to want to undo someone. It was natural for him to do these things to distract Alec and he was going to follow his nature through to the end. That's how he worked.

Surely Alec understood that? Why else would he summon a demon in the first place?

That nonsense about it being an accident was just that: nonsense. Shyness taking over now that the real thing was in front of him.

"Mm poetry. The food of love." Yes, he was well-read in certain matters. It shouldn't be surprising how many romance writers were intrigued by his sort.

"It's all better read aloud, you know. You should let me perform for you."

He was dead. Eventually Magnus was going to win and Alec would end up dinner. But he could try to postpone that as long as possible. He hoped...

Trying to focus on Byron instead of Magnus, he stared at the page in front of him as if it would give him the answer he needed to repel an incubus that wanted to get in his pants. "I do not want to be food," he muttered under his breath before turning to another poem. More by Byron, unfortunately. Why couldn't he be studying more Latin? That subject wasn't attractive.

Glancing over the edge of his book, he tried not to panic or to show any or the attraction that he was forcing himself to ignore. "You don't have to perform for me. You're not supposed to entertain me. Technically, you're not even supposed to be here."

Magnus arched a brow at the muttered statement, only mildly surprised. If Alec truly thought that he was going to devour him the second they kissed, then Magnus could understand his hesitance. But surely he didn't believe that entirely, did he?

He needed sexual energy, not a body.

"Technically, I'm here until we get what we both want," Magnus said with a smile of bright white, sharp teeth. "And if entertaining you ...entertains you, then by all means, let me woo you, Alexander Lightwood."

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"What I want is for you to leave." He glanced away when he saw the fangs, swallowing hard as he tried not to imagine what Magnus would do to him if he gave in. "If you go back to wherever you come from we'll both get what we want." That was too much to hope for, wasn't it?

"It's not going to do anything for me, Magnus." Not quite true but not quite a lie either. He doubted that Magnus could really make Byron more interesting. Alec loved poetry but he had the feeling that an incubus would focus on the surface emotion, not the depth of the work. "People don't woo each other anymore." Which might be why none of the dates Izzy had tried to set up for him never worked. He was too old-fashioned, too boring, for most guys to take an interest in him. "Isn't there something you want to do that doesn't involve sex?"

Magnus is not one to ignore the protestations of others. Well, actually, yes, he does when he's confident that there's more to it. Alec might say he doesn't want him, but Magnus knows the truth. He's a sex demon. Come on. He knows when someone's attracted to him. Alec might hide it as best he can, but there's always the faint twinge of arousal whenever Magnus sashays past, leans a little too close, stares at little too long.

There's more to Alec Lightwood than he wants to put on.

Magnus bites at his lip, drawing it between his teeth in a distinctly sexual manner, even if he's playing at "thinking."

"We could cuddle," he teases.

Yes, Alec wanted Magnus, but he didn't want the consequences of being with an incubus. Magnus was dangerous. He'd probably kill Alec in one wild night of passion. It sounded amusing but Alec really didn't want that to be the way he died if he died in bed. Anyway, he was just food to Magnus, not a person and that thought always made him pull away mentally from the demon. Too many people didn't bother to see Alec as more than just the eldest Lightwood or Izzy, Jace, and Max's sibling. He wasn't going to let his first time be with someone who probably considered him a meal.

For a moment he was distracted by the show Magnus was putting on, then he realized it was a show and rolled his eyes. "Cuddling will result in me being an entree." Which he would put off as long as possible. "Isn't there something else you'd want to do? You've been stuck in my apartment and wherever you were before I accidentally summoned you. Don't you want to go out?"

"Are you asking me out on a date?"

Magnus asks the question with a straight face, but it takes less than a second for him to break, smirking broadly as he waits for the inevitable blush on Alec's face. If he had noticed something about Alec in their short time together, it was that he tended to blush beautifully.

"I thought you'd never ask. I looked at Yelp and there's an excellent club not far from here. Let's go."

"I - uh -" It probably had sounded like a date but Alec hadn't intended it that way. Especially when Magnus smirked at him like he thought it'd be easy to manipulate him. It would be his luck to be stuck living with someone who physically looked like one of his fantasies but wanted to play with him. "No," he answered, deciding on honesty even if it'd probably be twisted around. "I thought you might like to not be stuck in one place all the time." The suggestion had been a way to escape to somewhere public so he wouldn't give into temptation, but he also thought Magnus might want to see more than a few rooms.

Setting the book down, he winced at the mention of the club. He hated when Izzy and Jace dragged him to their favorite spots. They were usually too loud and the music was terrible. But if he hated it, then he'd be even less likely to give in to temptation. "Okay. I'm sure you'll find someone more interesting there." Just like his friends did whenever they went out.

Magnus tilts his head as though Alec has a point, because he does. There's little for him to do around the apartment except bother Alec, and that obviously isn't getting him very far. In fact, he hopes that he can have a touch of space, a change in scenery, to allow him to keep from truly annoying the mundane.

He pauses though, with a frown, at the comment. "Why would you think that?"

The question wasn't one that Alec expected. He was obviously boring, the complete opposite of the demon he accidentally summoned. Or even from his siblings. Other than for the obvious reasons, why would Magnus want to spend time with him?

"Because I'm boring?" His tone wasn't snarky but it implied that the answer should be obvious. Pausing, he began picking at the sleeve of his hoodie, finding a loose thread to fidget with. "If you could get away from me for a few hours, why wouldn't you?"

"Because you're not boring?" Magnus countered with a frown. Maybe Magnus was the strange one here, but he didn't think Alec Lightwood boring at all. He found him interesting. In different ways than, perhaps, an average person, but still. The incubus was drawn to him for reasons he couldn't quite understand.

"Because you're gorgeous and I want your company."

Studying Magnus, he tried to decide if the demon was trying to trick him. That would seem like the logical thing for an incubus to do. Convince him that he was interesting so that Alec would let his guard down. But Magnus wasn't acting flirtatious or like he was trying to seduce... he seemed genuinely confused by the idea that Alec was boring. "You're the first person to think I was interesting." Izzy loved him. She was the one who supported him the most when he'd been trying to figure out his life, but she always teased him about being too intense or too serious.

"And I'm not - " He wasn't bad looking, but gorgeous? Izzy and Jace were the ones everyone was drawn to. Alec was average compared to them. "I'm just not."

"That can't be true," Magnus scoffed and waved his hand. "Other people probably found you interesting but you were too busy not paying attention to see it. Or they were too shy to say anything. I'm just the first one to get your attention." Magnus grinned broadly. "Lucky me."

The incubus moved gracefully from his perch to saunter towards the bedroom, to get properly dressed. "You are," he called over his shoulder. "Deal with it."

"It is true," Alec insisted, not sure why but it seemed wrong for Magnus not to know the truth about him. Even if he knew that Magnus wouldn't believe him. "I've been told it regularly by everyone who knows me." His siblings. His friends. His parents. Especially his parents. Pushing aside the thought, tried not to be distracted by the demon's smile or the idea that maybe someone would think he was interesting. "It's why none of my dates ever work out." That and they were always disappointed it wasn't the other Lightwoods that they were going to spend the evening with.

"And you do not have my attention. Paying attention to you is dangerous." Deadly. None of the stories he'd read about an incubus and his intended victim ever ended well.

Sighing, he stood and followed Magnus into the bedroom. He rubbed the back of his neck, knowing that he was probably going to spend the rest of the night miserable, horny, or both. "Maybe you think that because I accidentally summoned you. Maybe it's clouding your judgement."

Magnus frowns deeply as he starts changing into more acceptable clothing in Alec's room. Perhaps it's a good thing that the human can't see how disgusted the incubus is by Alec's insistence. He has half a mind to devour one of these people who supposedly know him, even if they'd probably give Magnus indigestion. Maybe he was a demon, but that didn't mean he thought people should be that mean to each other.

He slid on some dark jeans and a dark t-shirt. Not his style, but he was limited to what Alec had available, had got him, and clearly the young man wasn't exciting when it came to shopping.

"Maybe your the one with clouded judgment," Magnus counters. He strolls into the space between him and Alec, not with the intent to touch but just with the desire to make a point.

"Alec, I've known hundreds of men and women. Don't you think my opinion counts for something?"

Turning away from Magnus, he scrambled for something to wear to a club. He really didn't know what was fashionable or what flattered him. At least not for that kind of situation. He could look put together for meeting his parents or if he could dress up in a suit but clubbing? That was something he never understood and he never could understand what he was expected to wear.

Glancing over at Magnus - to get visual cues not to check him out... maybe to check him out - he grabbed a pair of jeans that Izzy said looked good. Slipping them on, Alec tried to figure out what kind of shirt he should wear. Izzy always wanted him to try things that were sheer or scratchy or somehow both when they went shopping for things to wear when they went to the clubs. He could probably wear a t-shirt if Magnus was wearing them.

Then he noticed that Magnus was moving closer. Blushing when he realized he was staring, Alec tried to speak but then Magnus was commenting on his 'clouded judgement'. "It does, if it's valid. I don't know how the summoning or being an incubus works." Should he have said that? He couldn't take it back. "You might think anyone who says the spell is interesting or you might want me to be dinner so you're saying nice things to me."

"I might be bound to you, but that doesn't require me to be attracted to you," Magnus points out with an emphatic arch of his brows. "I've still got free will, you know. I'm not purely a creature of lust and desire. ...Just mostly."

He smirks, darkly, and now he does touch, reaching out to trail his fingertip along the sharp line of Alec's jaw.

"I'm more like you than you think," he says. "I've got my own tastes and desires. And you. Are. Tasty."

Bad choice of words, Magnus. Ah well.

"Actually, I don't know. The book with the spell wasn't specific about how this works." If it had been, Alec would have chosen another spell. Something that didn't involve sexy, demonic roommates. "And the stories I've read about incubi don't really help in this kind of situation."

Arching an eyebrow, he considered Magnus' words. "Just mostly? Then what's the rest of you?" Because lust and desire seemed to be high on the list of 'things that make up Magnus' whenever he was near Alec.

For a moment, he forgot to breathe, ready to lean into the touch, maybe even close the distance between them for the kiss he'd been thinking about whenever he wasn't forcing aside his errant imagination. "I - I'm not like you." Pulling away, he tried not to be disappointed by Magnus' words. He shouldn't expect anything different from someone who was an incubus. He couldn't expect Magnus to change his nature. "I don't think people are tasty and I wouldn't kill someone during sex." Okay... that probably crossed a line and Magnus would kill him without Alec losing his virginity but Alec had always been a terrible liar.

Magnus would have answered Alec's question. He would have explained that he still has a personality, wants and desires that don't have anything to do with sex. (...Sort of.) He would have made it clear that he's capable, to an extent, of friendship and niceties, conversation and connection.

But then Alec had to go and ruin it with that parting comment.

Magnus' eyes went flinty and he pulled his hand away from Alec. He wouldn't kill him, but there was definitely something hard and... disappointed in his gaze.

"You keep saying that you don't know how this works, but you seem very certain in what you know about me."

As soon as he saw the change in Magnus' expression, Alec knew he'd made a mistake. He almost flinched away from the demon, but he knew that would make the situation worse. Magnus might be angry, but he hadn't attempted to harm him. He wasn't sure if that'd change if he acted like Magnus might be dangerous.

Might be. Wasn't he supposed to be sure that Magnus was dangerous?

"How am I supposed to know? I read all these books about demons and no one lives through their experiences with them." Alec tried to keep his voice level, but there was a hint of wariness and frustration in his tone. "You keep referring to me like I'm food when I... " He could like Magnus if he wasn't sure that he was just a meal for him. "You haven't told me how this works and when I've explained that this all was an accident, you call me a liar."

For a moment, the frustration got the better of him. "Just because everyone said I was going to die a virgin didn't mean I was going to summon an incubus to put me out of my misery. There's a reason why I haven't went to bed with anyone even if no one else seems to think that's important!"

Magnus' lips tighten in the way of someone sucking on a bit of lemon. He doesn't like what he's hearing, mostly because it's taking the angry, self-righteous wind out of his sails and forcing him to consider more of Alec Lightwood than he had originally been intending to. He was willing to take into account that he was hot and interesting, but he hadn't wanted to see things from his side. That just made things... confusing.

"Maybe I could be more circumspect with my words," Magnus allows. "But you can't expect me to be very giving of someone who can summon me and order me about with a snap of his fingers. Especially so when he doesn't seem keen on giving me orders and instead just keeps me around so I can..."

Well, get used to the situation. Get comfortable. Get to liking Alec.

"So tell me, what's your reason for not sleeping with anyone? If it's so important, I want to know."

"I tried to send you back. I've offered to take you out so you could see the city." What did Magnus want him to do? First he accused Alec of ordering him around and then he was angry that Alec wasn't ordering him around. Growling under his breath, he turned away from Magnus and began searching through his closet for his jacket.

Pulling out the one he'd bought when the weather turned colder, he shoved it at the demon before pulling out the battered one that barely fit. Shrugging it on, he tried to control his temper but every time he thought of how his attempts at caution and kindness had been received, his control frayed.

"I was waiting for someone who liked me not someone who just wanted to fuck." It probably sounded stupid to Magnus. "I'm not even waiting for someone who loves me." Just like. He could be happy with that since most of his friends seemed to tolerate him instead of actually having affection for him.

Stalking back into the living room, he picked up his copy of Byron and shoved it into his pocket. "If you want orders, Magnus, I'll give them to you." Alec didn't to but Magnus seemed to want him to be the way the other people who summoned him had been. "Go have fun tonight. I'll even stay with Izzy so you can have the apartment to yourself."

What he wanted was Alec. Was it really that difficult to see? And what he wanted was the same as Alec, too. He wanted to be wanted, not simply here, an annoyance, thrown around and avoided. There was something about Alec that called to him, more than the summoning. He had never met anyone like him. Most of his summoners were assholes, dark and twisted in some way. They wanted him, always for something. Alec didn't want him at all.

So of course Magnus wanted to change that. He was a fickle, silly beast.

It didn't escape Magnus' notice that the demon got the nice jacket and Alec the beat up one. It didn't escape his notice that Alec put the book into his pocket either.

His brows drew together in a frown.

"Is that what you really want?"