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Alec gives his head a shake, trying to dispel the fogginess that has clouded him since his return to the institute. If he didn’t know better, he’d say he’d been drugged by some sort of potion or something.
He’d woken up happy and clear-headed, Magnus’s arm wrapped tight around his waist, and his boyfriend’s morning wood nudging persistently at his arse. It had been a very happy morning for the two of them, and it had been with great reluctance that he’d left his boyfriend’s arms this morning. Reluctance that was only strengthened by Magnus’s pleas to blow off work and be blown by him instead. A plea he’d been unable to resist, and therefore making him late.
Finally dragging himself away from the temptation of Magnus, the rest of his morning had been taken up with one meeting after another. First, he’d portalled to Idris for a meeting with other heads of institutes, discussing nothing that couldn’t have been said in a fire message, spending the entire meeting begrudging the time he could have otherwise spent with Magnus.
His second meeting had been even worse if possible. He’d met with the Seelie Queen, a job that was never pleasant and always fraught with danger. Rumours that she’d been harbouring the vampire outcast Camille had forced the meeting. Not yet having had time to eat and knowing better than to eat or drink at anything in the Seelie realm, Alec had scoffed down a quick coffee and bagel from a dubious looking street vendor before going through the portal.
Frustrated by the mind games and evasive answers he’d gotten, he’d returned in a foul mood, snapping and short-tempered with everyone stupid enough to enter his orbit.
It had taken less than an hour for Jace to pull him into the training room, telling him to sweat it out and get over himself.
He wished it was working, but instead of releasing, it seemed to be only amping up his aggression.
“Geez, Alec!” Jace groused. “You experimented in some of those aggression building, junk deflating tablets the mundanes are so fond of? Magnus won’t be impressed.”
“Go again,” Alec grunted, the cloud in his head focusing his attention on the sweat moving down Jace’s temple and feeling an inexplicable hunger grow in his stomach at the sight.
Huffing angrily, Jace climbed to his feet, only to be knocked to the floor again as Alec flipped and pinned him to the ground. Lying over his parabatai’s upper half, Alec inhaled deeply as some tantalising scent drifted up from Jace, the gnawing hunger inside of him growing.
“Did you just sniff me?” Jace squawked, struggling under Alec’s grip.
“Shut up,” Alec snarled, biting down despite himself.
“Son of a bitch!” Jace roared, throwing Alec off and jumping up.
“You bit me!” He accused Alec, holding a hand to his now bleeding neck.
Alec stepped forward to do so again when suddenly pain struck him on the side of the head, and darkness descended.