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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.