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Sixteen‐year‐old Magnus Bane came home from school and set his backpack on the coat hanger.
"How was school today, my son?" asked his father, Asmodeus. Magnus smiled at him.
"It was great! I got 100% on my test and Mrs. Gray said she's thinking of letting me graduate early." he said proudly. Asmodeus returned the smile and caressed his son's face before kissing him on the lips.
"I'm so proud of you, my son." he whispered. Magnus blushed; he knew what it meant to have his father proud of him. Asmodeus guided his son to their special room, a room that existed since Magnus was 10.
"Is there anything you want, Magnus?" he asked. The teenager shivered in desire as he began to undress, Asmodeus doing the same.
"The, uh... I'd really like the tiger lily extract, please." he said. Asmodeus nodded and grabbed the scented bottle.
"Lie back, my son." he instructed. Moving quickly, Magnus laid on the bed, gasping in pleasure as he felt his father preparing him. Magnus had always been special to Asmodeus. Since his wife committed suicide when his son was 10, the older man realized how beautiful Magnus was. The day after his wife's funeral was the day he first kissed Magnus and the month after that was the first time he made love to Magnus. Magnus, in turn, loved his father, but he knew not everyone would be accepting, so, they kept it secret. Once Asmodeus was finished preparing his son, he locked eyes with him.
"Are you ready?" he asked. Magnus nodded vigorously.
"Please, Father." he said breathlessly. Asmodeus then gently entered his son, making Magnus throw his head back in ecstasy. Asmodeus set a gentle rhythm, knowing what Magnus liked. He knew his son's body as well as he knew his own, so it didn't take long for either one to come. Magnus, like a sun‐kissed flower, bloomed beneath him.
"I love you, Father." said Magnus once they cleaned up. Asmodeus pulled his son close, so he was laying on the father's chest.
"I love you, too, my son." he replied, the two falling asleep.
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Later that day, Magnus was getting the mail when a black‐haired boy approached him.
"Hey, you left your homework on your desk." he said. Magnus smiled and took his notebook.
"Thank you. You're the boy that sits next to me, right?" he asked. The boy nodded.
"Alec Lightwood." he said. Magnus was about to respond when a sharp voice cut the air.
"Magnus! What're you doing?!" yelled Asmodeus, walking up to them. His son flinched; he knew that tone. Alec turned to the older man.
"Magnus left his homework at school, so I returned it. I'm Alec Lightwood, his classmate." he said. Asmodeus' eyes narrowed.
"I appreciate you returning my son's homework, but Magnus isn't allowed to speak to strangers. Isn't that correct, Magnus?" he asked, glaring at his son. Magnus hung his head.
"I'm sorry, Father." he said.
"Go inside and do your homework." ordered Asmodeus. Magnus nodded and headed inside. Then, Asmodeus turned to Alec.
"And you stay away from my son." he snarled. Alec's blue eyes widened in surprise as the older man went back in the house. On a hunch, he pressed his ear against the door, listening.
"You know your place, Magnus! You stay away from that boy!" Asmodeus was yelling.
"But, Father, he was just helping me!" Magnus protested. A loud crack made Alec gasp in a breath. Was Magnus just slapped?
"You stay away from that boy and keep your mouth shut. You hear me?" hissed Asmodeus. A long pause followed, during which Alec was sure Magnus was crying.
"I won't betray you, Father." said Magnus.
"I'll make sure of that. After you finish your homework, meet me in our room." replied Asmodeus. Alec was confused; "our room", not "your" or "my" room?
"Yes, Father." replied Magnus. Unable to hear any more, Alec went home.