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Seriously, something had to be wrong with him. He would go to Izzy about this, but to be honest, he didn't know where to start.
It all started three weeks ago. They had all just gotten back from Edom, and were celebrating with each other. He remembered crashing into Magnus' bed, and sharing an intimate moment with the man he loves. Everything felt fine that day. In fact, it felt great. He had the love of his life back in his arms after so long, and was able to reconnect with him intimately. The night passed in a blur of love and pleasure, and Alec wouldn't have it any other way.
The next day was an entirely different story.
He woke up without Magnus beside him. Any other day, he would have merely grumbled about it. Not that day. That day, he reached over to Magnus' side, and pulled his pillow against his chest. It smelled like him, and Alec almost purred at the thought. No sooner had that thought crossed his mind, Alec found himself letting out a growl. Where had his husband gone? Why wasn't he here? Alec began to nuzzle the pillow before everything caught up to him. His actions had him bolting up right on the bed, and toppling out of it in a heap. That growl hadn't been a little possessive one that he was used to. No, it had been a full on growl with raised hackles and everything. Still caught up in his thoughts, Alec didn't hear Magnus rush in. Apparently, his little falling act had been really loud. A second or two passed before Magnus let out a muffled laugh. Before he knew it, Magnus was cackling his head off. Alec could feel his cheeks flush immediately, but he paid no mind to it. It was still thinking about his reactions. How had he made those noises? Why did he make those noises? It didn't make sense.
Finally focusing on Magnus, Alec saw that his fiancee, his fiancee, was holding out his hand for Alec to take. He took it, and when Magnus asked if everything was alright, Alec just said, "I'm fine. There was a spider, and it scared me out of bed." He scratched at his head nervously, but to Magnus, he looked sheepish. With a final laugh, Magnus turned, and left Alec there standing in the silence of their bedroom.
Shaking his head, all Alec could think of was how not fine he was. At least, he didn't know if he was fine because he didn't know if anything was wrong.
The rest of the morning was a daze for him, and not just because of the weird wake up. No matter what he did, he couldn't get comfortable. His skin felt alive almost. It was itchy beyond belief, and no matter what he did, his nails just couldn't satisfy the itch. Slowly, the itch began to lessen, but as it did, a taunt feeling overtook him. It was like his skin was being stretched across his skin to its limit. That combined with the sliding feeling that started around the middle of that day had him feeling restless. It was like his organs were sloshing around, and rearranging within him. It wasn't painful, but the sensations were truly unsettling. Not even training helped. He must have sparred with Jace for hours until even Jace had to tap out. If anything, everything intensified which frustrated him to no end. Why was this happening? What was happening? Both went unanswered in his mind, so eventually, Alec put those thoughts to rest as he laid down to sleep for the day.
Despite everything, Alec couldn't help but think back on those days with a smile. He and Magnus had finally tied the knot, and he couldn't be happier. He still remembers their wedding night clearly. The tear of the suit, the noises that had left Magnus' mouth. Everything had seemed amplified, but Alec paid it no mind. No, he concentrated on the beautiful man underneath him.
That should have been his first warning.
The night started out normal enough. A long, passionate make out session quickly led to the bedroom, but instead of falling onto his back like any other night, Alec pushed Magnus down onto his back. Not saying that he couldn't be dominant in bed. He could if he really wanted to, it just wasn't what he preferred. He was a leader after all. Sometimes, he just liked to leave all of that at the Institute, and be taken care of. Magnus never complained, so their intimacy had found balance as they began to get to know each other intimately. That being said, it wasn't as if they never switched. Magnus was a leader too. He understood where Alec was coming from, so when he needed to be taken care of, Alec was always down. That night though, he was like a man possessed. He bit and sucked everywhere, marking Magnus as his. Sure he was possessive in the relationship, but this? No, this wasn't like him at all. As they were coming down from their highs, Alec again was caught by how off everything was. He remembered drifting off that night with Magnus in his arms, and just thinking, What the hell is wrong with me?
That had been three weeks ago.
The feelings hadn't disappeared with time, and honestly, he was getting tired of it. He had managed to get used to it by the first week. The skin irritation had subsided slightly, and his possessiveness wasn't nearing chaotic levels anymore. In fact, he was sure that the week had just been a freak occurrence. Nothing more, nothing less.
He really shouldn't have jinxed it like that.
The second week happened, and Alec couldn't figure out his mind anymore. That next Monday, a whole new set of symptoms had manifested themselves. The possessiveness that he'd experienced for Magnus had now leaked through to everyone he knew personally. This became apparent when he and Underhill were talking one day in the hallway. An older shadowhunter was passing them in the hallway, not bothering to watch out. If Underhill hadn't pulled him back, then the man would have crashed full speed into his back. Alec turned around to see who had almost run into him. He didn't recognize the man, but that didn't stop his instincts from flaring up. They screamed danger, and Alec wasn't about to ignore them. The old shadowhunter, who had stopped by that point, had taken one look at the both of them, and said something under his breath. Alec didn't know what he said, but he just knew that it was some homophobic bullshit. He moved without realizing it, and next thing he knew, Underhill was pulling him back from the frightened man. Underhill ended up dragging him back all the way to his office where he quarantined him till he was sure that Alec wasn't about to explode again. Not one word was said, but Alec could feel Underhill's eyes on him the entire time.
With that outburst, it was like his other emotions took that as the go ahead to run rampant. One minute he would be feeling fine, happy even. The next either brought sadness, fear, anger, or just plain instinct. It was like a tight knot had settled at the bottom of his stomach, and no matter what he did, he couldn't untie it. His mind became a war zone that week. Every emotion known to man battled it out to see who would come out on top. By the Angel, he thought, this can't get any worse.
He really should've stopped thinking like that.
Week three was hell on earth. There was no other way to describe it. Everything around him got magnified to the extreme, and it was like his every sense was dialed to eleven. The first day that he woke up like that, he had almost not gotten up at all. The sensory overload nearly knocked him out flat. He did eventually make it to the Institute, but the rest of the day was spent with a head-splitting migraine. The colors were too bright, the smells were suffocating, and he did not need to be hearing those noises in his Institute. To say that his emotions went even more haywire that week would be the understatement of the year. He hadn't meant to, but everything was grinding on his nerves that even his enviable self-control was starting to break down. So, what did he do? He snapped at about everyone and everything that managed to piss him off. It was nothing personal, but Alec didn't bother offering an apology. Many just assumed that their leader was having a bad week.
They weren't wrong.
By that point, Jace had pulled him aside to talk to him. It was about the parabatai bond. He said that it was acting funny. Jace could still feel him, but it was like the bond was muffled by something. He described it as being underwater. Alec was still there, but the feelings were being drowned out by something. He also brought up the strange behavior. What was Alec supposed to say? That he had been going through inexplicable changes? That he could hear, smell, and taste everything a room away? How about the fact that he wanted to punch anyone that managed to get within five feet of his family. Shocker, he didn't end up saying anything. In his mind, Alec reasoned that it was just left over side effects from Edom. It had to be, right? That's what he told himself anyway. It's not, and you know it.
Now, if only he could get himself to believe it, that would be miraculous.
That brings him to the present. It's week four, and he's thinking that he's got a handle on everything. Nothing new had sprung up, but Alec was always wary of what he was doing now. Every move was calculated, precise. Surprisingly, his training had picked up significantly. It was like whatever this was had given him a boost of strength. Probably the only good thing it's given me, thought Alec. In fact, that's where he was currently. The punching bag had become his refuge. That and Magnus' loft. Not that it hadn't been before, but going home to the loft was like bliss to his heightened senses. At the loft, there were no new smells, no new sensations that could surprise him. It was truly the only place that he could relax in. It was just Magnus and the Chairman. Home. Just thinking of it made his insides go all warm and fuzzy. A deep rumbling resonated from his torso, vibrating throughout his entire chest, and Alec was so consumed by his feelings that he didn't notice the sound or feeling.
"Dude, what are you doing?"
Alec snapped out of his trance. His chest was still rumbling, but he didn't have time to think about that now. Jace had stepped into the room, and was looking at him as if he had grown another arm. "What do you mean? I'm training with the punching bag." He liked to think that his voice didn't shake towards the end. It didn't. Why would it? You know why, it's because-
"You were doing...something. I don't know what, but it was weird." Jace's eyes held blatant concern and suspicion. Alec avoided those eyes with everything that he had.
Scratching his neck nervously, Alec said, "Really? I didn't notice. What was I doing?"
"You were making a weird noise."
"Maybe it was the punching bag?" Great, thought Alec, I'm really selling this excuse, aren't I? He almost wanted to clap himself on the back for that one. It was so bad, that it was almost believable.
"Yeah...maybe." Jace left it at that. His parabatai had been weird lately. Alec wasn't telling him anything, so best leave whatever it was alone. It was either that, or deal with a defensive Alec. Both weren't great, but at least the first option allowed him to talk to his parabatai.
Alec quickly made for the exit. He couldn't begin to describe everything to his parabatai, not now at least. With a weak excuse, Alec fled. Instincts told him to get home, to get to Magnus. So, he did. A quick text and some bargaining later, he was on his way over to the loft. Everything will be fine, he told himself. Now, if only he could believe those words, then he might actually calm down.
The next day wasn't nearly as bad as Alec thought it'd be. Jace didn't try to confront him about it, and Magnus had given him some much needed rest. All in all, he was feeling pretty good.
That is, if his skin would stop itching.
The first week had brought the taunt skin and restlessness. He had managed to eventually subdue it with many sessions with the punching bag and his parabatai after several days. It had felt like his skin was rebelling against him, trying to get away from his body. Now, the itch was all consuming. His arms itched, the back of his neck itched, his chest itched. Everywhere itched. It wasn't just because of cold weather too. New York hadn't reached the end of fall, so the air was still pretty warm. His skin wasn't dry, he knew that. That knowledge didn't lessen the itching though, so he quickly discarded it. He needed a solution, not an epiphany. The longer that he was at it, the longer he wondered how his skin was still intact. It was surprisingly nice. His skin seemed to have toughened up over the last couple of weeks, but he had been unaware of that change. Huh, I guess that explains that weird hunt I had. During week three, he and his siblings had gone to exterminate a shax nest. No matter what the demons did, his skin never seemed to take their claws like it should have. In fact, they kind of glanced off. Neither of his siblings had brought it up. Probably assumed something else. Several hours in however, he was thanking every angel above for that small mercy. If his skin hadn't thickened, then he would be dealing with a bloody mess by now. Everything else was already hard enough to explain away, but a mess like that would have been the final nail in the coffin. They would have made him confess. Confess to what exactly, he didn't know. The library had ended up being a dead end, and Alec wasn't anywhere closer to finding out what was happening to him. His symptoms were just simply a mystery. Should he come clean to Magnus? What would he say? Would he regret the marriage if he knew that Alec was changing? Because that was what was happening. He didn't know how or why, but he, Alec Lightwood, was changing into something. Whatever that something is has yet to be seen though.
Throughout the day, Alec tried his best to keep the itching to a minimum. He tried icing it, slapping it, ignoring it. Nothing worked. Every private moment in his office was spent itching everywhere his hands could reach. He couldn't even bring himself to care about the work that he was missing either. It was nearing the point of desperation for him. The seraph blade on his desk was starting to look really nice, and all Alec wanted to do was drag it across his skin. Who cares about the scratches?
At least he would be free from this incessant feeling.
"Okay, spill."
"Hmmm?" Alec looked up from his arm which was currently bright, cherry red from his nails. The skin had raised lines from his nails, but none were distinct enough since his arms were covered in them. Izzy was tapping her foot imperiously, and her glare could put Maryse' to shame.
"Don't 'Hmmm' me. You've been acting off all month. Hell, I think it's been longer actually. I could ignore everything else, but this scratching is getting ridiculous. How have you not broken through your skin yet?!" Izzy took his arm into her hands, and ran soothing strokes across the irritated surface.
Without meeting her eyes, Alec whispered, "I don't know."
"What do you mean 'I don't know'. Whatever this is, it's clearly bothering you to the point of almost self-mutilating your arms."
"Look, I don't know what it is. It's probably an allergic reaction to something. Just because we're half angel, that doesn't mean we're immune to mundane things. It's probably some lame allergy too. Like flowers or something." Alec tried to lighten the mood at the end, but Izzy's glare quickly silenced that attempt.
"Well if it is, then I'll get you antihistamines." She carefully let go of his arm after that. Her eyes were filled with love and concern. Suspicion was also present, but it was swiftly extinguished when she blinked. She turned away then, and strode down the hallway to the infirmary, leaving Alec reeling. I really got away with that? Yeah, no, she definitely suspects something. Not that I blame her, I would too.
After that interaction, the symptoms just kept flaring up.
One minute, he was fine. He acted normal, and his actions weren't animalistic. The next, he was either scratching his skin to death, or he was growling at someone who had slighted his family. Not only that, but the mood swings were killing him. Literally. On a mission, he was struck with a sudden flash of protectiveness. One thing led to the next, and he found himself on the floor with three deep slashes across his torso. The wounds had put him in the infirmary for three days. That's not even the weirdest bit either. First off, the protectiveness? He's always been like that, but it was almost like a sixth sense because he hadn't even known that he'd moved. Somehow a shax demon had sneaked up on Izzy, and he just somehow knew that it had. Second off, his reaction was almost instantaneous. Not even runes could have gotten him there that quickly. Lastly, the healing. Normally, a shadowhunter needs at least a week, maybe two, to heal from an injury like that. It took him three days. Both Izzy and Jace gave him a raised eyebrow when they saw him in his office three days later appearing-and moving-perfectly healthy. Luckily, they just brushed it off as Magnus' magic. They both conveniently forgot that warlock magic can't heal like that, but Alec wasn't about to remind them either.
Eventually, the scratching settled. That is, at least it wasn't an all possessing feeling anymore. Although that was nice, that didn't help settle the unease that he'd been feeling for some time now. He couldn't put a name to it, or for when it started, all he knew was that something was going to happen. What? He didn't know. Maybe that's what unsettled him. The unknown, the lack of control. He had no idea what was happening to him, to his body, so maybe this was just another manifestation of that same fear. At least, I hope that's it. That feeling only intensified when standing in front of his mirror one morning.
Alec felt something.
It was just under his hairline on the back of his neck. The surface felt hard, and smooth. After dragging his finger nail across the surface, Alec was confused. He had felt that. It's almost like a scale, mused Alec. He hadn't had too much time to dwell on it before Magnus had come strolling into the bathroom looking for him. Apparently, he had been in there too long, and his breakfast was getting cold. With a quick peck on the lips, the strange feeling was forgotten.
What he didn't see was the way his eyes lit up. They hadn't been hazel either.
They had been purple.
It all came to a head during a mission. Really, Alec should have seen it coming. He had known that the feelings were building, that they weren't going away. So really, this was kinda his fault. Or it was that demon's fault. Yeah, let's go with that. They had gotten a late flare up of demon activity. Since it was so late out, almost nobody was up to dealing with this newest threat, so he and his siblings had ended up taking it. Alec also decided to enlist his husband's help as well. He knew that Magnus was waiting up anyway, so it really wasn't a big deal. They were the battle couple of New York after all. They had a reputation to uphold.
Eventually, after many portals, they had arrived at the multiple nests that were being housed by an old warehouse, and to say that they misjudged the amount of demons would be an understatement. Legions of the creatures crawled throughout the space, most going about in lazy patterns. That is, until the sound of a portal drew them all to the gang. Alec didn't even had time to find an acceptable perch to shoot his arrows. Straight out the portal, they had been swarmed by multiple shax, behemoth, and ravener demons. It was a flurry of slashes and spins. They danced around the demons, always just out of reach until Alec heard it.
It was a scream for help by one of his siblings.
Immediately, something flared up inside him. It was all consuming, and Alec couldn't help but let out a growl. Spinning around, Alec found the source. Izzy was being surrounded, and her whip had been knocked out of her hand. She was still slashing about with her seraph blade, but the demons were quickly closing in. Alec didn't get any time though. As soon as he located Izzy, his parabatai rune ached. A second later, he heard Jace cry out as well. Jace was in trouble. The only one who hadn't screamed out was Magnus, but Alec could see the magic depletion. It was in the shake of his hands, and the diluted coloring of the magic. His husband was almost done too.
A carnal roar escaped Alec's throat at the sight. His family, no clan were in trouble. They needed him. Pain rippled through him, but he paid no attention to it. All he knew in that moment was that they needed him. He needed to protect them, and he couldn't do that in this form. No, he needed to be bigger, stronger. The too taunt skin finally broke apart. Scales erupted from beneath his skin, and bones shattered just to reform into something larger, denser. Blood flowed from the wounds, but all Alec could hear was the rushing noise it gave off.
That noise was the last thing he heard before his mind finally went primal.
Around Alec, the battle had subsided. All three of them stood dumbstruck by the sight of Alec growing, changing. Even the demons had paused, but that quickly changed. There was no time to focus on what Alec was becoming, but Magnus could tell that it was big. His magic was waning as it was. He didn't know if he'd be able to help Alexander after this. Out of the corner of his eye, Magnus could see that Alec wasn't anywhere near done with whatever transformation he was going through. In fact, it looked like it was just beginning. Hopefully, it'll finish sooner rather than later. We need him, thought Magnus. Jace and Izzy seemed to be in the same boat. Both were struggling to fight the demons while his husband gave off screams and growls. The battleground was filled with the screams of both the killed demons, and his Alexander. The moments were dragged out until suddenly, it stopped. At first, Magnus wasn't aware of what had happened. What was different? Then, the answer made itself known.
The noises had stopped.
Without thinking, Magnus immediately portalled over to where Alexander was. Or at least where he should have been. The sight before him almost knocked his back in shock. Alexander wasn't there anymore.
No, a dragon had taken his place.
It was a humongous beast, at least two stories tall, and wider than at least 6 full grown redwood trees. Its scales were a luminous black, but in the light, they were tinged with blues and purples. The underbelly was a visible navy blue even without light, and the pearly fangs gleamed against the dark background. The eyes were a bright, royal purple that only served to heighten the regalia of the creature.
It was magnificent, and it was Alexander.
Lilith, what the hell has my husband gotten himself into?!
Initially, the dragon looked around curiously. If Alexander knew where he was, he didn't show it. With a quick scan, the dragon's mood quickly changed. He had spotted the demons.
The battle hadn't stopped, at least, not completely. Demons still made lunges at the shadowhunters, but most were subdued by the power that this beast was exuding. It was an oppressive force, one that Magnus would gladly bow to.
With fury in his eyes, Alexander opened his impressive maw, and let a torrent of blue flames scour the ground. The demons never stood a chance. As soon as it hit, the demon in question would turn into a fine dust that floated away with the slightest breeze. To anyone else, the display of power might have been frightening.
To Magnus, it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. The flames themselves shifted across a veritable amount of colors, each as impressive as the last. He could see greens, blues, purples, reds flashing across the surface while the inside retained a white gold luminosity that left him speechless. Not only that, but Alexander had leaned his entire frame into the flames as well. He could see the bulging muscles that hid just beneath the layer of scales, and Magnus couldn't help but shiver. Even like this, my husband is powerful, thought Magnus with a grin.
What came next was the heat. It hadn't immediately reached him, but when it did, it branded itself to his skin. It was unlike anything he'd experienced, yet the sensation wasn't entirely bad. Yes, it did knock him back initially, but as his body adjusted, he found that he felt quite protected by that warmth.
Jace and Izzy weren't quite as lucky.
They had both managed to get out of the way before Alexander's flames hit them, but it was a near miss. They both dove down behind cover to avoid it, yet Magnus could see that even with that shelter, they were still getting hit with the flames. After all, the decade old metal probably wasn't meant to withstand hellfire. Luckily, Alexander's stream ended before he could do any serious damage, and both siblings came out of hiding with widened eyes. That and the gaping mouths told that this was new to them too. Alright, so what is this?
Alexander's eyes met his siblings' eyes, but there was no recognition. Instead, the dragon took the chance to really explore his surroundings. He soon spotted Magnus, and happily ran to him. The ground shook with each step. At least there's some recognition for me, thought Magnus. Maybe this wasn't all the bad. Alexander promptly sat down in front of him, and looked at him expectantly. Magnus just gave a raised eyebrow. What did he want? Was there something on his face? Did his hair get messed up? The solution quickly made itself known when his husband licked him. It wasn't a tiny lick either. Oh no, it was a broad stroke that encompassed his entire body. By the time he was done, Magnus was drenched in dragon spit, and Jace and Izzy were laughing their heads off. Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, Magnus thought darkly, he'll get you next. Except, Alexander didn't move. Instead, he remained right where he was. He let out a whimper before nudging his head against Magnus. Magnus, the oblivious fool, didn't know what to do.
While Magnus remained rooted to the spot, Jace decided to finally make his presence known. "Hey buddy, what's up? Can you understand me?" His voice resembled that of an adult talking to a pet. Jace made to move closer to Magnus, but Alec immediately whipped his head around and let out a low growl. His eyes narrowed, and his hackles raised to showcase off his newly sharpened fangs. It was intimidating to say the least. Straight away, Jace backed off. He was not about to piss off a dragon. Especially one that was nearly as tall as this building.
Seeing this, Izzy decided to opt for a new tactic. Instead of immediately approaching Magnus, she walked up to him, and stuck out her hand. Magnus flashed her a confused look that was infused with panic, but she in turn, sent a confident grin back. If Alec didn't know her, then she was going to introduce herself before approaching Magnus. From her childhood studies, she knew that Dragonidae were extremely possessive and protective of their mates as they were one of the few that actually chose to mate in the first place. If a demon could find love in a mate, then that mate would have to be something special and precious. Something that would have to be protected at all costs. Alec didn't exactly fit that description, but dragons and Dragonidae were close enough that she could guess that the principles were the same across species. Her thoughts made her smirk. Even in human form, Alec could pass for a dragon, so being an actual dragon is only going to intensify everything.
Alec took the hint. He leaned forward when Izzy made no move to get closer to Magnus, and sniffed her hand. After several moments in a tense silence, Alec backed away. With a nod of his head, Izzy was allowed to walk up to Magnus.
"Alright Magnus, what the hell happened? Why the hell is my brother a dragon?!" She wasn't angry, just confused. Alec continued to nuzzle against Magnus, but he paid it no mind. Rather than try to figure out Alexander's actions, he looked at Izzy equally confused.
"Honestly darling, I have no idea, but I've got a feeling that this didn't just come out of nowhere. Has Alexander been acting strange at the Institute? I've noticed some things that have been off at the loft, but nothing concrete."
"Actually yeah, I found him mutilating his arms the other day with his hands. It was as if he couldn't not scratch. I mean, his arms were almost scarlet in color when I managed to pull his nails away. Also the nails, they looked...pointy-er?" Izzy took a moment to think back to that particular conversation before adding, "Ohhh and the skin wasn't breaking either. He must have been at it for hours, yet there wasn't any blood from his scratching."
Jace piped up from where he was standing then. He didn't want to take any chances, so he had just remained in his place. Jace swears that Alec looked at him with a draconic smirk though, but pushed on to say, "Yeah, I found him in the training room one day. It was as if his entire chest was rumbling. The noise was even weirder. I've never heard anyone do that before, but as soon as I commented on it, he got all defensive and left." Jace took a moment to breath when another thought occurred to him, "In fact, Underhill mentioned something to me as well. Apparently, Mr. Calm and Collected here attacked another shadowhunter in the hallway when he spat a homophobic slur at them. Underhill said it was like Alec couldn't see reason, he just reacted. Alec didn't mention anything, and didn't bring it up again, so Underhill dropped it."
"That is strange...hmmm, and what, this was three maybe four weeks ago?" Izzy looked back up at Alec then. The dragon was looking at them with love and adoration clear in his features, but the foreign eyes made it disconcerting. That's how Alec usually looked at her, not this dragon. It was hard to reconcile this with the same man that she'd grown up. "What happened to you, hermano?" she whispered.
"So how long do you think this'll last?" Jace asked.
"Probably a while. Changes like this usually take a bit to settle. Once he falls unconscious in this state, he should revert back to his human form. After that...I don't know. This might be permanent."
Then suddenly as if those were the magic words, Alec's eyes fluttered, and his body swayed. His body came down with a crash, falling to the left. He managed to avoid crushing them, and all three couldn't help but be thankful for that small mercy. Seriously, a twenty ton beast wasn't moving even with warlock magic and shadowhunter runes.
All three couldn't help but stare down at Alec with thinly veiled horror. Good thing Alec had fallen unconscious, or else he would have had to feel his bones breaking and reforming while his skin compressed his entire being into the shape they all knew and loved. Unsurprisingly, his clothes didn't make it. That's a simple fix, thought Magnus. With a snap, clothes were on his husband, but that seemed to cause some distress for the unconscious figure. He began to fidget on the ground, and scales began to pepper his skin. A hiss escaped his husband's lips, and he could see his fangs starting to grow again. Quickly, Magnus got rid of the new clothing, leaving his husband once again in the nude.
"Well, that's interesting." Jace was the first to break the awkward silence. Izzy looked at him, and said, "Well it kinda makes sense. His skin is probably really sensitive right now, so clothes would have just felt rough against it."
"You've got a fair point there." Magnus took a moment to breath, and shut his eyes. He had no idea what was happening to the man he loves. That alone brought a fearful shiver down his back. Slowly, a plan formed, but Magnus couldn't help but feel that it might not work. Well, it's not like I have anything else so... With that thought, Magnus opened his eyes and said, "Alright, I'm taking him back to the loft. Hopefully, there aren't any more surprise transformations, but I can't be sure. I think it's best if he's in a familiar place if he does accidentally transform. Both of you are welcome to accompany me back as well. That is unless you have other things to attend to."
Both Izzy and Jace shook their heads. No way were they going to leave their brother while he was like this. Magnus gave a nod, and snapped his fingers once again. Tendrils of magic wrapped themselves around his husband. His heart gave a flutter when he saw how Alexander's body relaxed into the hold like how he always did. Another snap later, and all three walked through with Alec in tow.
This was going to be interesting.