#her fit was so fire today i usually see her in her mechanic garb (also hot) but punk vest skeleton sweater n some metal logo ass sweats ...

[genderwizard]

went out for burgers w a cute girl who's been helping me fix my car ...

[enkelimagnus]

Status: Illegal, Chapter 2

Clary/Izzy, Space AU

This chapter has a fight scene and some of the same themes of chapter 1. This chapter also has some sexual content.

I was asked to credit a mysterious dark stranger for the information on Alec's aiming eye/where the contact lens would be. So here we go. Thanks to a mysterious dark stranger for the information!

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“Welcome on board, Izzy, Alec.”

“Good morning Tessa!” They both replied in unison as they walked into the cargo of their ship.

Izzy knew that Alec and Magnus had been up early in the morning before to clean it, which made her slightly anxious as to exactly what had been in her brother’s warrant. She didn’t like when he took dangerous warrants. She didn’t want him to disappear as well.

The ship was relatively small. Designed for a team of 3, it left for a lot of extra space to the two siblings. They each had their own rooms, with the extra room left empty for important passengers or friends. There was an extra bed in the small medical bay, and cots could be arranged in the cargo hold, as well as in the cockpit. Fortunately, they’d never had to come to this.

It was the place that Izzy considered her home, despite the fact that it was just a ship. She slept there almost every night, even when Alec slept in Magnus’ bed. There was something comforting to her about this place. It was theirs, and it would never be taken away. The Clave did not have ownership over what they had.

Alec left her to go directly to the cockpit, while she stopped by her room to change and shower. She selected dark leathery pants and a black tank top, something she knew she would feel good in.

She slipped out of her clothing from the day before and put her hair up in a ponytail, and stepped into the shower cabin. She selected a simple shower and her usual body wash on the panel and sighed happily as the hot water hit her.

She’d been tense lately, she realized as the hot spray massaged her back. It was probably due to the fact that the Rec was now abhorring a terrorist, fugitive from the Clave, who was actively hunted by the Clave forces.

Clary was interesting, and she was attractive, two things that didn’t negate the fact that she was a danger to everyone that stepped into the Rec, and something that could cost Alec and Izzy a lot. Thankfully, she seemed to understand that she had nothing to do in the main room of the bar when it was open.

Izzy stepped out of the shower rather quickly, and checked the levels of body wash and other cosmetics products on the monitor. They needed to go do some shopping. She got dressed, sliding on the pants over some shorts, a black bra under the tank top, and grabbed a blue jacket she’d put on later. She re-attached her holster to her thigh and added a knife to her boot.

“We need to get to the Supplier soon,” she called as she walked into the cockpit. While she showered, Alec had taken off. “We’re low on cosmetics.”

“And on fuel as well,” Alec nodded. “We can do that after the warrant, before coming home. We’ll just have to keep an eye on how much they are filling her up.”

He sat at the pilot’s seat, looking serene as he always did when he flew. Alec liked flying their ship. He’d told her once that it made him feel free. That made her heart ache a little. Alec didn’t often talk about his freedom status, but when he did, it showed how utterly miserable he was.

“Where are we on money?” Izzy asked after a moment, knowing it was why Alec didn’t want the ship to be filled up completely.

“We’ll have enough in a couple of warrants,” Alec replied, and his voice denoted how hard he was trying not to hope. “Enough for the both of us, enough to get all of this -” he shifted his head to make the earring dangle, “-off.”

Izzy sighed happily, sitting down onto the copilot chair and settling in it. “Good. Then we’ll finally be free.” She whispered.

Alec slid his hand towards the space in between their chairs, and Izzy reached to take it. They exchanged a look for a moment, before looking back at the void they were crossing, the landscape of their journey to their new warrant.

“Are you going to still drive me when you’ll be free, Alec?” Tessa asked in the silence.

Izzy had a bit of a chuckle. Their ship had a bit of a preference for Alec’s driving, and Izzy understood. Alec was the one who piloted her more often. And he was also much more interested in the mechanics. Izzy did sleep here more often, and she had good conversations with the AI, and she was her favorite.  

Alec smiled. “Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere,” he promised.

“What are we going to do once we’ll be free?” Izzy asked. She’d been wondering that sometimes, but she never let her mind wander too far. She didn’t want to give herself the hope for a life that she might not get to.

“Maybe we could leave the SHA,” Alec shrugged. “All I know is that I want to wed Magnus.”

Izzy watched him with a smirk. “Will that be the first thing you do once they take off your earring and chip? Run to the Rec and ask to wed him?”

Alec chuckled, looking down at his hand. “Maybe. That wouldn’t be an unusual thing to do.”

Izzy smiled. Alec and Magnus were something else. She’d never seen two people that fit together as well as they did. There were many people in love, but they felt different to her. Maybe because she knew them personally. Alec looked happy when he was at the Rec with Magnus, much happier than when he was on a mission.

“The SHA isn’t that bad. I know we didn’t choose it, but it gives us some freedom,” Izzy hummed.

“It gives us some, maybe, but what will it feel like when we’ll be Freed? Maybe it will just feel like a reminder of the past,” Alec pointed out. “But it’s true that this has been our job for years now. We’re good at this, and I don’t really know what else we can be this good at.”

“I’m not becoming a Clave soldier for anything,” she muttered. “Or an Arapheli Priestess.”

Alec chuckled. “Really? You wouldn’t enjoy living in a sauna?”

“I only like bathhouses occasionally, thank you very much,” she laughed. “And come on, you’d really see me as an Arapheli? Walking around repeating Praise Araphel, the Star that Warms our World ?” She asked.

Alec shrugged. “Maybe you would enjoy the uniforms? I heard the Temple garb shows a lot of skin,” he teased her. “And Araphelim aren’t supposed to stay chaste.”

“Join a religious order just to bang all the priestesses? Not in my ten-year plan, Alec,” she shook her head, a smile playing on her lips.

They settled into a comfortable silence, but Tessa seemed to think it was annoying because she started playing some music in a low volume over the coms, providing a nice background to their way.

They were leaving Sham to get to another system, not far from theirs. Izzy couldn’t see the planets disappearing, since they were behind them, but she would be able to observe them as they went back. She loved the sight of the six planets and the star in the dark emptiness.

Usually, when the ship was taking them away from Maon, she felt her worries being left behind, but not this time. Clary Fray stayed in the forefront of her mind, sitting there asking for attention that Izzy didn’t want to give.

She didn’t know how to deal with this woman. She was glad she hadn’t had to keep sharing a bed and a room with her, because she was attractive, and it seemed that she had no qualms about being mostly naked in front of strangers.

There was also the staggering revelation that she’d been the perpetrator of the bombing of the Clave. What Izzy had started to see in the woman’s eyes as she interacted with her in the last day was the spark of brilliance. She was lethally intelligent. And that was probably how she’d managed to do something like the Circle bombing.

Izzy had seen the news report. The screens that were set up in the streets of Old Town Idris had shown the images over and over again, the fire and smoke coming out of the high window in the Hall of the Circle. They’d shown the families of the Circle Councilmembers, in their white clothing, still perfect and unmoving, even in mourning. Izzy had been supposed to see emotions in their eyes, but she hadn’t seen any.

They’d shown Valentine Morgenstern, and he’d threatened to find and kill the terrorist and everyone that had ever met them.

Izzy shuddered. That now included her.

“So what’s it gonna be today?” She asked, shaking the morbid thoughts out of her mind.

Alec hummed, moving his head to try and relax it. “Well, Level 3-DL. Named Heidi McKenzie. Human, woman, Free.”

Izzy grabbed her tablet and opened the warrant. “Heidi McKenzie.” She was a blonde-haired woman with something wicked in her eyes. Izzy read the information under the picture. “Several accounts of murder, conspiring to commit mass murder over a Clave-colonized planet in the J-W system.”

Alec nodded. “I’m almost surprised it’s Dead or Live, and not a Kill warrant.”

“You wouldn’t have let me come with you if it was a Kill warrant,” Izzy replied, putting down the tablet and reaching for the bottle of water that rested on the middle console.

“I don’t like you killing, Izzy, we’ve talked about this.”

Izzy rolled her eyes. “Yes, we have. And I still have the same thing to say. I’ve killed before, I’ll kill again, and it would be safer for you if I was on your side. Besides, I’m 26, I can take care of myself.”

Alec sighed, closing his eyes for a second. “What’s the point in having the same argument again? In a couple of warrants, we’ll be done with this. We’ll be done with having to kill people.”

Izzy swallowed. “I don’t believe that. The world of the Clave is made in a way that we’ll have to kill again one day. We’ve started, we can’t stop now. When we’ll drop out of the SHA, some might want to target us, as revenge for the warrants we took against them or their families.”

Alec stayed silent for a moment. They both knew she was right, but they were both willing to take the chance. Freedom was worth killing for, they’d decided that years ago, when they’d first been given to the SHA. They’d had a choice, kill or get killed.

They’d chosen to kill.

“It’s over, Izzy. There’s no use to us fighting about this anymore.” Alec whispered. “Soon, we’ll be free.”

Izzy sighed and stood up, walking out of the cockpit and down the stairs to the cargo hold. There, she grabbed a pair of knives and hit play on her training playlist, turning towards the large pair of targets. She grabbed a blindfold and slid it over her eyes. That made the entire exercise more interesting.

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Magnus stood in the calm of an early morning in the Rec. Alec and Izzy had left at sunrise, Alec leaving a warm empty spot in Magnus’ bed. He’d woken him up for a kiss goodbye and had trusted him to go back to sleep. Magnus hadn’t gone back to sleep. He never did.

He was not a big sleeper. There were too many things happening, too many people to watch out for, and he’d been used to short nights and small naps during the day for a long time now. Many people thought it was because of the bar, and his supposed history with nightlife. Magnus never denied that story.

The place was still empty, so after tidying around the counter and putting everything back in place, he walked downstairs to room number 6, where Clary Fray had taken residence.

The day before, he’d given her some Old Town-appropriate clothing. The dress she’d been wearing had been painfully obviously from New Town. New Towners had a way of dressing, expensive fabrics, simple cuts, thin and made for the comfort of warm houses.

The dress had been dirty, but it had been a Clave official’s dress. Magnus hadn’t asked questions. He never did, but he had the feeling there was so much more to this story than he expected. Clary Fray was unpredictable.

He knocked at the door. The door was unlocked soon after, and she let him in. “Good morning, Mister Bane.” She said with a smile.

“Please call me Magnus. No one calls me Mister Bane,” he replied, one hand up.

Clary Fray nodded, and moved back, holding her arms straight on her sides. There was Clave upbringing was still obvious in the way she looked at him, the stillness in her entire body and the stillness of her face.

“Thank you for helping me,” she said softly. “I know it’s dangerous for you and the people around you.”

Magnus had a small sigh. “I cannot ignore the Clave’s behavior towards the population,” he explained. “I’m perfectly aware of the risks, and I will never ask you to thank me for something I consider entirely normal.”

Clary bit her lip for a moment. “I wouldn’t. If I was in your place, I wouldn’t do it.”

“I don’t believe that. After all, you’re here.”

“I’m here because I’m running away,” Clary replied, crossing her arms and moving from her previously still and emotionless posture. “Not because I want to fight.”

Magnus chuckled. “In that case, you shouldn’t asked me to contact the Rebellion and help smuggle you to them. You should have asked for an escape to another system.” He pointed out, watching her with a smirk. “I get you’re lying to keep yourself safe, but it’s not good to lie to someone who already knows enough.”

“I’m not that used to Old Town. Or to being on the run.”

That was quite obvious. Magnus didn’t remark on that, he just went to sit down on the bed. He crossed his legs. “I contacted them. The smugglers will be here as soon as possible. In the meantime, you will be staying here, you will stay in this room as much as possible, and if you go outside, it will be during the night, and hidden. And never, ever, alone.”

Clary nodded. “I can accept that.”

“You do not have the choice of accepting it or not. That is it,” Magnus said simply. “I do not joke with this kind of situation.”

The young woman nodded again, staying silent this one. She watched him differently now and he could feel it. People did not know who he’d been. Magnus had been so much more than a bar owner. It was a fine profession, but his past was much more complex and much more… bloody.

Magnus smoothed over a wrinkle in the gown he was wearing. It was a knee-length grey and blue gown with a wide piece of blue fabric wrapped around his waist tightly. Underneath, he wore black pants. It was quite comfortable. And hid a knife in the folds of the garment. Magnus had always loved a good knife.

Clary was still stuck in her rigid posture and Magnus had a little bit of a smile. “You can relax, now. You’re not with the Clave anymore.” He patted down the bed next to him.

Clary walked over and sat down. At first, she kept her back completely straight, but she started slumping lightly. She had a small smile. “Thank you,” she said. Her voice was full of unspoken relief.

Magnus gently patted her knee. “You can breathe. You’re going to be okay.”

Clary sighed and nodded. She let herself fall back, laying on the bed with a happy huff. “It’s comfortable, for a cheap bar room rental.”

Magnus raised an eyebrow. “You make it sound as if you’ve been to a lot of cheap bar room rentals.” He teased and she chuckled.

She looked young then, like the kid she probably was. He could not resist the urge to ask that question. “How old are you?”

“I’m 24,” she replied.

So she was just a kid. Magnus was not much older - if he converted his age in human years - but he could feel the child spirit that wanted to desperately get out of the woman’s stoic upbringing.

“I apologize for fucking up something between you and the woman that had the room. I could feel she was mad at you when she left. And when she came back.”

Magnus shot her a look. Clary was looking up at the ceiling. He swallowed and sighed. "You did not fuck anything up," he reassured her. "You were a catalyst, maybe, but I would have told her what I had to tell her one day. Hopefully she will keep the information to herself."

"Are you worried she’ll rat you out?"

Magnus chuckled. "No. Izzy is many things, but she’s not a snitch. I’m afraid she’ll tell her brother. I love him very much, dear. I do not want him to be mad at me."

Clary licked her lips. "I think he’ll be, whether she tells him now or you tell him later."

Magnus laid down by her side, closing his eyes for a second. Yes, Alec would be mad at him, but at least he would hear the truth from Magnus himself, and not from his angry sister. That was an important difference. Izzy had some hyperbolic tendencies when she was emotional.

"Who are they?"

"They are bounty hunters with the Shadow Hunting Agency."

"I’ve heard of the SHA. They have deep ties with the Clave, even up to the Circle," Clary whispered. "Though I don’t know if they have them still, I think the terrorist killed the council member that dealt with the SHA."

Magnus shot her another glance. She said those things with certainty and he didn’t doubt for a second that she was right. "You know a whole deal of things about the Circle, don’t you?"

"My family was employed as assistants to the Councilmembers. I have personally worked with them since my 14th birthday."

"Ten years."

"Yes. Ten years, the day of the explosion. I very much enjoyed that birthday present."

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Alec and Izzy walked through the streets of the coastal metropolis of the planet of Qora where Heidi McKenzie had last been spotted. Alec’s wrists were encased in the fingerless bow gloves he was wearing, his favorite ranged weapon. When he turned to check on her, Izzy could see the silvery cloud of his visor lens over his left eye.

The streets were not very crowded for the time of day and they were both a bit annoyed about that. It was easier to hide themselves in a crowd. Right now, they really looked like two SHA agents, dressed in leather. Around them, the Qorani people wore cotton fabrics.

“We’re not really blending in,” Izzy muttered, as people around them turned to watch them.

Alec sighed. “Well, as long as we get the target, we’ll be fine.” He shrugged.

Izzy hummed and steadied her grip on the handle of her phaser. She could feel the steady weight of her sword in its sheath on her back. They turned into a smaller street, and there again, the people got rarer. Izzy frowned. It was high season for tourism on Qora, and usually, the commercial streets would be full of Sham visitors or Clave officials enjoying the heat of the sun, and the sweetness of the local cuisine.

Alec had noticed the same thing. “This city was crowded the last time we were here.” He whispered. “Something’s changed.”

“Maybe someone was made aware of McKenzie’s threats over the community,” Izzy pointed out.

“That sure would keep some people from coming around, but not this many.”

He was right. Izzy swallowed. “Let’s just go to her lair.”

They turned again into an even smaller street. The sky was obscured by long pieces of green fabric, stretched in between the building tops. It doused the street in a strange light yellow-green light, and… Stars, it looked like a bad filter on a movie from a small producing agency. Izzy did not want to be in this movie.

“I don’t like this, Alec,” Izzy whispered.

Just as she was saying that, a metal door banged open in front of them. Izzy felt them all immediately. The people that came through the door were not the only ones there, some had snuck up behind them as well. She shot a glance behind her and saw them, three tall people, with short hair and weapons in their hands. She heard Alec grumble a ‘fuck’ under his breath.

Out of the open door came another three people, and behind these three was Heidi McKenzie. Her hair was just as blonde as in the picture, her eyes just as wicked, and she held her hands behind her back.

Alec grabbed his tablet out of his pocket and held it up. “SHA agents. We have a warrant out for Heidi McKenzie. We ask that you come with no fight.”

The woman raised an eyebrow and laughed at them. “That’s so cute. Two Owned SHAs coming to try and capture me.” She looked at them. “Really adorable.”

“We don’t want any trouble, Heidi,” Izzy said calmly. “We just want to serve justice.”

Heidi walked towards them, stepping in front of her goons and looking at Izzy. She looked at her from head to toe. Izzy swallowed. The woman was a bit taller than her. She was always way less muscular. Way less ready to fight.

Heidi smiled at her and spat at her. It hit her jacket and started sliding down the leather. Izzy ground her teeth.

“Listen, Owned girl,” Heidi said. “The SHA doesn’t serve justice. We do. We are Clave citizens. The Qorani do not belong on our planet. You’re going to leave us alone now.”

There were a thousand things in Izzy’s head, on Izzy’s tongue, ready to be thrown back in her face. Qora was still the planet of the Qorani, and it was far from being Heidi’s.

“Please do not push us to use force,” Izzy replied, looking back at the woman. “That would be quite unfortunate for you.”

Heidi shrugged and took a step back. “Don’t worry, you won’t have to. You’ll already be dead.” She snapped her fingers, and in a second, the people that were surrounding Alec and Izzy attacked.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” Izzy groaned as she dodged a fist that was flying towards her face. She dropped to the ground, swatting her leg out to sweep the guy in front of her down. She grabbed her phaser in one fluid motion, the shot barely missing Heidi.

She could register Alec’s motions at the corner of her eyes, a flurry of black leather and shining white earring, white phaser shots and the blood red of the arrows his bow-gloves shot. Her own phaser shot a hole in the second man’s face.

She suddenly felt a flash of pain against her arm and cursed again. Blade, she guessed, wielded by someone that had gotten up. The someone had long hair and an arrow in the leg, but it didn’t seem to deter them.

Devoted to their queen, huh, Izzy thought.

Izzy changed positions, using one hand to gather herself on the ground and sending her foot first in the person’s knee, then right into their face. There was a loud crack but she didn’t give it any more thoughts. She rolled out and got back on her feet.

She made sure this one was dead too, with a phaser shot to the head. She ignored the pain of her arm and gathered herself, finishing another opponent rather quickly, even if he managed to punch her in the face.

Alec was busy with the remaining goons so Izzy moved forward. This time, it was going to be a bit more fun. Heidi was just not someone Izzy enjoyed having on the face of the universe.

Heidi was armed with a blade too, and Izzy almost rolled her eyes at how typical that was. Of course some Clave-obsessed supremacist would be using blades. At least it wasn’t an electrosword.

That thought brought the image of Clary, with her red hair and her hazel eyes and the chilling quality of her smile back, and Izzy missed Heidi’s first move. The blade shot towards her and Izzy felt it slice through her jacket, top and a bit of her skin as she scrambled out of the way.

She would have a nice horizontal scar above her left breast, but she would be fine. However, she was now quite mad. Izzy put her phaser back in its holster and slid the sword out of its sheath, the metal clashing against Heidi’s second try at killing her.

This time, Izzy could fight back. She’d trained herself for hours. She’d made sure she knew how to fight with every weapon she could get her hands on, she’d sliced her hands open on sharp blades when she was 13, mere months after her parents’ death, when she’d realized her survival didn’t hold to much.

Heidi sneered at her and Izzy almost rolled her eyes, pretending to surrender control to her and sliding her sword down. The blade caught right under the blonde woman’s breasts and sliced her there. Heidi howled.

Izzy moved back, avoiding the sword in Heidi’s hand that threatened to hit her as her opponent withdrew on herself from the pain and injury.

Izzy’s chest and arm were burning, there was blood trickling from her split lip, and she was starting to get a little tired. Guess she just needed some more training.

Heidi stumbled forward again but Izzy had the upper hand, and stabbed her sword into her heart this time. She fell to the ground. Izzy pulled her weapon out of the body and wiped it on the dead woman’s clothing.

Alec had been injured as well, and he looked over at her, panting. He always talked about how he didn’t want her to kill. Izzy knew he meant well, but she also knew it was unavoidable.

“So that went smoothly,” Izzy grumbled, unzipping her jacket to look at the wound. Great. Her jacket would need some stitches, and her top would need to be re-vamped to be wearable without straps, but it would be fine.

“We only need her,” he pointed out. She nodded.

The wound on Heidi’s stomach was deeper than expected and it was starting to gush out some things that would be better left inside of the body.

“You know, next time, we’ll just lure them into Tessa. Worst case, we’ll have to clean the cargo hold, but it’s just much better than having to carry that,” Izzy chuckled.

“Do you want to flip a coin on who’s gonna carry it, or are you gonna pull your weight?” Alec teased.

“Fuck off,” she rolled her eyes and closed her jacket again, and went to grab the feet. “Just take your side and let’s go.”

Heidi’s body was much heavier than it had looked when she was still alive, Izzy noted as she and Alec carried it through the streets towards where they had parked Tessa. They should have just taken her head and left the rest behind. The warrant had requested full proof of death though, and with the tourist species on planets like Qora, you never knew whether decapitation was really lethal or not.

Thankfully for them, they weren’t that far from the ship, and were able to put down the body in a freezing bag. Izzy huffed and walked towards the med area, stretching out her back. Heidi had just been too heavy.

She pushed open the door and walked in, opened a cabinet and looked over the boxes for the alcohol, some gauze and bandages. All the boxes were empty, and no matter how many times she looked through them, she could not find.

“Ah fuck this,” she grumbled and walked out of the med bay. “Alec!” she screamed, “we’re out of medical supplies!”

Alec cursed as well, loudly. “It’s fine. We’ll just ask Magnus.”

That’s great, Alec, but we need to go to the Supplier. Izzy didn’t reply, she just sighed and hoped they would get to the Supplier soon. This was all worrying. Alec was acting strangely and she didn’t like it. They could take more warrants if they had to, but they also needed to fill their ship with…. Everything.

Izzy closed her eyes for a second and shook her head. They had a whole flying back to do and then delivering the body to the SHA.

She took another shower, and took care of her wounds however she could, and it wasn’t long until they were standing outside of the prison part of the SHA base, a space station just off of Maon. They quickly delivered body and warrant, checked their bank accounts to see that the money had been added and left.

Then, it was only a few minutes until they were walking into the Rec.

It was, as usual for this hour, packed full of various people. The music was playing, loud as ever, the dancers were dancing, and Izzy was starting to feel a headache. She loved the Rec, it was basically one of the few places she felt comfortable in in the galaxy, but right now it was too much.

Magnus looked up as they approached the bar, and sighed softly. “Bad day?”

“Combative warrant,” Alec replied. “Would you please have something for us?”

Magnus hummed, caressing his fingers against one another as he thought. “I probably have some scarring helper bandages upstairs. Catarina always leaves some in the room. I’ll be right back.” He walked away, not without gently tapping Alec’s hand.

Izzy sat down heavily on one of the tools. She needed scarring helpers now. Those were basically miracle workers, and she had two big gashes that she needed closed as soon as possible.

Alec sat down next to her and they asked for some whiskey. The bartender served the both of them, and soon after Magnus was back. He led them upstairs, to a big room with obvious medical use. Izzy took a sip of the drink she still had in hand and started looking through what Magnus had pulled out of various furniture.

She immediately grabbed the bandages she needed. Unfortunately, there was no rubbing alcohol to go with it. “It’s fine,” she mumbled, “I’ll just get it from the bar.”

She walked down the stairs and into the Rec, paid for a full bottle of the strongest they had, and went back upstairs. She hesitated, in front of the door. There was this knowledge that if Alec and Magnus were left alone in a room, you should not even think of going back in, because then you would walk in on something much too intimate.

So she took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and made a beeline for the bandages. She shot them a glance. Neither of them was naked, yet, but the way Alec was holding Magnus was definitely sign that that was not gonna last.

“Please take care of your wounds before you do anything,” she pointed out.

Magnus smiled. “Don’t worry, Izzy. I’ll make sure he’s all bandaged up.”

Izzy rolled her eyes and walked out of the room, and back to the main bar. She sat down at an empty table in the corner and slid off her jacket and rolled down her shirt. Some people looked at her but she didn’t care.

Back in the room she’d just left, Alec looked up at his boyfriend, smiling softly. Magnus watched him tenderly. “You need to get to the Supplier, love.”

Alec sighed, hands caressing Magnus’ clothed sides. “I don’t want to. I just want to do the next few warrants and go to the Clave for our freedom,” he whispered. “We’re so close.”

Magnus nodded. He understood perfectly what Alec meant but… “You won’t be able to be Freed if you die beforehand because of a lack of supplies.” He grabbed the various things and started helping Alec get clean and bandaged up.

As he’d told Izzy, he made sure that Alec was all fixed up before he put away the supplies and walked back to his boyfriend. Alec did look good when he was all scratched up. Hint of blood still on his face, disheveled and looking every ounce the rugged bounty hunter he was.

“I know that look,” Alec whispered, licking his lips.

“Well you’re all bandaged up, and looking absolutely gorgeous,” Magnus shrugged, going to lock the door.

Alec stood up and let his eyes roam over him. “And you do love when I get dirty like this, don’t you?” He asked, taking a few steps towards him.

Magnus tilted his chin up, raising an eyebrow. “I do.”

Alec pulled him towards him, pulled him up in his arms, and quickly carried him over to the small bed in the middle of the room. Magnus opened his legs, letting Alec settle in between them.

“I love when you’re wearing something like this,” Alec pointed out. “So easy to access,” he smiled, sliding his hands under the hem of Magnus’ gown and starting to slowly slide up.

Magnus was a bit ticklish, and it wasn’t long until he started giggling. Alec’s smile was wide and luminous, as he looked at him like he was the most beautiful person on Maon, before leaning in to kiss him deeply.

Magnus wrapped his arms around Alec’s neck, keeping him close as he kissed him back. Alec’s hands travelled upwards again, sending goosebumps and light giggles up his skin.

Alec kissed him back for a moment before he let go of his lips and started kissing down his neck to the crook of Magnus’ throat, kissing and licking and sucking marks there until Magnus was making soft moans against him, and the giggling was forgotten as Alec’s hands reached his hips.

“You’re not wearing underwear,” Alec whispered against Magnus’ ear, the low grumble sending shivers down Magnus’ spine.

“Discarded them when I heard you were coming home,” Magnus shrugged. “Thought it’d be much easier for both of us that way.”

Alec bit his lip and grabbed his hips a little harder, moving to pull Magnus closer to the edge and to move in closer too. Magnus’ hands left his hair and travelled down to undo his belt and take down his pants. He felt Alec’s erection and smirked.

“Told you it would be easier,” he whispered.

“I don’t need you going commando to get hard, baby,” Alec replied. “Don’t you dare imply that,” he teased.

Magnus batted his eyelashes, looking up at him. “I guess you’re gonna have to show me how you don’t need anything to get you going.” He shrugged.

Alec’s smirk was wide and wicked when he dived in to kiss Magnus again, stealing his breath away and moving a hand to start preparing him for what was to come.

Back in the Rec, Izzy was now alternating drinking alcohol and dousing her wounds and scratches in it. She knew perfectly well that Alec wouldn’t come out of the upstairs room before the morning. Whatever they were doing now, they would probably follow it up with going to bed.

Izzy smiled. Magnus and Alec almost succeeded in fooling everyone into thinking that they were just together for the sex. Almost. She knew better. She knew the way they looked at each other. It was almost sickening how in love they were.

Well, she thought, seeing as a tall Seelie woman was looking at her bare cleavage with sure hunger, she guessed she could definitely follow her brother’s example and get some tonight. She took another gulp of alcohol, and walked towards the Seelie’s chair.