As always, thank you to my editor, Nicole!

I realized that last chapter I forgot to put a disclaimer, so:

Disclaimer: if you've read the books, you already know what belongs to the amazing Cassandra Clare and what belongs to me. :)

As a general rule, Magnus Bane considered himself to be a very appreciative person. He had a well-paying job that rarely required him to leave his loft; he was respected by many and held great power in the Downworld; and best of all, he had the most lovely and sexy boyfriend anyone could ever ask for. He knew that it took a little bit of luck to get where he was, and he was thankful that he was given good fortune.

It was nights like these, however, that made Magnus question how lucky he'd actually gotten. His Shadowhunter was out patrolling, he had a stack of complaints sitting on his desk waiting to be sorted, and the incessant buzzing of his doorbell was doing nothing to improve his already roaring headache.

Magnus stalked out of his office and slammed his hand against the speaker. "What could possibly be so important that you couldn't just ring the bell once?!"

A deep, raspy voice answered him in what was practically a growl, "Bane, let us up."

Magnus let out an irritated huff. "And why would I do that?"

"We need you to settle an argument for us," a smooth, higher-pitched voice chimed in angrily.

"Again, why would I do that?" Magnus snapped. "I don't recognize either of your voices, meaning I don't even know who you are. I'm the High Warlock of Brooklyn. I have better things to do than settle a petty argument for strangers."

Magnus was about to pull his hand away when the one with the higher-pitched voice spoke up, "We have money!"

Magnus sighed and clicked the button to let them up. If it will get them to leave faster...

When his front door opened, Magnus turned to face his two annoyances with a glare. The first was a large man, even taller than him, with a full beard, bushy eyebrows, and hair just about everywhere else as well. A blue V-neck which helped to...accentuate his chest hair was paired with loose, torn jeans tucked into old, brown lace-up boots. His fists were clenched at his side and his eyes portrayed anger and aggression. The second was a slim and beautiful man-though he looked no more than twenty, he carried himself in such a way that made it clear he was in fact much older than he looked. His black hair sharply contrasted against his pale skin and his dark eyes showed nothing but deviance.

A vampire and a werewolf, Magnus noted with a frown. He should have guessed.

"I collect my fee upfront," he informed them, eyes narrowed.

This seemed to break them out of the trance they were in-whether it was due to the Victorian furniture and decorations the apartment sported today or Magnus's current state of dress: bright red drop crotch joggers paired with his $1495 Alexander McQueen bomber jacket, left open in the front, Magnus didn't know.

The vampire fished around in his pocket and pulled out a twenty dollar bill. He offered it to Magnus.

"Is this a joke to you?" Magnus questioned.

"It's all I have!" he responded.

"Get out," came Magnus's stern reply.

"Just hear us out," the werewolf spoke rapidly. "We were on the corner of 71st Road and Austin-"

Magnus slowly held up his hand, signalling for the man to stop. "71st and Austin is miles from here. In fact-" Magnus felt his hands twitch as sparks danced on his fingertips. "-it's in Queens."

"Well, yeah, so what?" The werewolf asked nervously.

"So what?" Magnus felt himself starting to shake, completely furious. "First, you interrupt me from my actual work by ringing my doorbell over and over again! You come over here with this entitled little attitude acting like it's my job to help you! Then, so I don't turn you away, you blatantly lie to me in order to get into my home! And now you tell me this is all because of something that happened in Queens!" Magnus's voice echoed throughout the apartment. "I am the High Warlock of Brooklyn! Queens is not even in my jurisdiction! If you have a problem, you take it up with the High Warlock of Queens! Not me!"

"Everyone knows that Gerald Everett can't do shit," the vampire argued.

Magnus crossed his arms over his chest and took a step closer to the pair before he spoke, voice intimidatingly steady, "That is not my problem."

The three stared each other down in absolute silence for a few moments until the opening of the door sounded throughout the room.

"Magnus, you will not believe-"

"He's busy, kid," the werewolf interrupted.

"Come back later," added the vampire.

"Excuse me?" Alec asked incredulously, taking in the situation. "I have much more of a right to be here than you do."

"Don't stick your nose where it doesn't belong, boy," the vampire snapped. "Who the fuck do you think you are anyway?"

With a flick of his hand, Magnus sent a vase flying just passed the vampire's head and smashing into the wall beside him. The man looked at him in shock.

"No one talks to my boyfriend like that," Magnus spoke. "Get out right now or I promise you will regret it."

"But we just need-"

"Did you not understand him?" Alec yelled, surprising everyone. He moved so he was standing directly in front of the two men he was addressing. "I don't know what you did or why you're here, but you need to get out. Magnus Bane is the High Warlock of Brooklyn. He can crush either of you like a bug. I've just spent six hours killing demons and dealing with rogue Downworlders and I will not hesitate to do the same to you. Get out of our home within the next ten seconds if you value your dignity and most of your limbs."

Without another word, they were both out the door. Alec sighed and looked over to the broken pieces of vase scattered on the floor. "We should clean that up."

Alec turned back to his boyfriend and saw an animalistic gleam in the other's eyes. "What is it?"

"Watching you tell those two idiots off was really fucking hot and I have quite a lot of tension I need to let go of so how about we clean up that vase in the morning and do something far more enjoyable for both of us right now?"

"I'd like that very much," Alec said before crashing his lips against Magnus's and stumbling to the bedroom.

Later that night after their activities, Magnus and Alec were cuddled together in their bed, blissfully content and nearly asleep.

"Thank you for earlier," Magnus mumbled against the top of Alec's head.

"Which part?" Alec asked with a small grin.

Magnus smiled back. "For getting them out. I was about to lose my temper and that could've ended very badly, so thank you."

"Anytime, Magnus," Alec responded sleepily. "It's part of being a couple. Your problems become mine."

Magnus hummed happily. "I love you."

"I love you too."

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