Greetings my lovelies. Here is a pointless scene of these two soft boyfriends. It's been tumbling around in my head and I figured I should put it down on paper. It's sweet but not totally innocent, so I will leave discretion up to you. Can always leave reviews, I love them dearly. (As always, sorry for any grammatical errors.)

I do not own Alec and Magnus, but I do love them, and hope I did them justice.

Cheers.

Alec slips the key into the door, the hinges whining as he opens the door as gently and silently as he can. Toeing his boots off and shrugging out of his heavy jacket, he pads across the living room, tripping on the edge of the area rug and bumping the coffee table painfully with his shin.

Feeling around the wall of the kitchen for the light switch, he illuminates the room with a warm glow.

The lingering smell of tonight's dinner is still in the air, and the guilt from earlier hits him in the stomach once again. The dishes are dirty in the sink and the stove is splattered with red sauce.

He cooked. He took the time to cook food by hand and you didn't show.

Sighing, Alec makes his way to the sink, turning on the water and grabbing the sponge next to the faucet.

For the next quiet minutes he works on getting every remaining pot and pan scrubbed clean and set to dry on the rack. By the time he's finished his hands are red and hot from the water, and all that's left are plates, cups and forks that he loads into the dishwasher, pressing the blinking button on the front of the machine, waiting to hear the low hum as it starts its cycle.

After he'd wiped each surface of the stove and countertops, he pulls the fridge open, finding a plate made up and wrapped in plastic. Waiting for him. Alec pictures Magnus once again, plating up his food, and later wrapping it up once he'd waited long enough.

Popping the plate in the microwave, Alec hops up on the counter, dangling his feet and studying the dirt under his nails that never seems to fully go away.

"Hello my love."

Alec's head lift quickly, hazel eyes meeting yellow cat eyes across the sparkling kitchen.

"Hey," Alec breathes, guilt still twisting his stomach in knots, his fingers drop into his lap, "I was trying not to wake you." he's still speaking in a low voice, as if Magnus might be at flight risk. Like if he talks too loudly he might spook his boyfriend and he'll disappear into a puff of smoke.

Magnus smiles a small smile, warmth touching his eyes. Alec sees the lack of disappointment. The lack of anger and frustration in his expression. In the way he crosses his arms and lazily droops against the kitchen doorway.

Alec decides for the hundredth time that he doesn't deserve the man in front of him. With seemingly limitless forgiveness and patience.

"I don't mind waking up to you," Magnus lifts the shoulder that isn't pressed into the door frame in a half-hearted shrug.

He's dressed in a plain white t-shirt, wrinkled slightly from where he's been sleeping on it. His long legs are wrapped in soft, grey sweatpants all the way down to his bare feet. His hair is wild and free of product, along with his bare face and sleepy eyes.

He looks beautifully disheveled and so so warm.

Alec gets lost in his un-glamoured eyes, pulled back only by the beeping of the microwave beside him.

"I'm sorry I missed dinner," Alec looks down at his hands, the smell of italian food and garlic filling the air as the reheated plate stops it's turning. "again."

"That's all right," Magnus murmurs, pushing off the door frame and wandering further into the kitchen, around the island to stand in front of the guilty shadowhunter, looking even younger than he is while perched on the counter, feet dangling in front of him, heels knocking the cupboards below quietly.

"You look terrible," Magnus regards his bruised cheek and the blood flecked across his jaw and neck.

"Thanks," Alec smiles and reaches out, his fingers pinching the soft fabric of Magnus's t-shirt, using that hold to pull Magnus in. The warlock follows easily, stepping into the space that Alec makes between his legs.

"Hungry?" Magnus takes a glance at the microwave, as if to remind the hunter of his waiting food. Alec leans his forehead against Magnus's, twisting his first into the cotton, drawing Magnus closer still.

Alec only nods before capturing Magnus's mouth, moulding the kiss when he presses down into Magnus's willing mouth, tongues meeting and curling around one another in a familiar dance.

Pressing up on his tiptoes, Magnus's hands slide up from Alec's thighs to behind his neck, fingers curling into the short hair there, pulling the hunter's face down to deepen the kiss; unwilling to break away from much needed oxygen.

The microwave beeps three more times, interrupting Mangus's hand's journey down Alec's abdomen; pulling both men back down from the clouds.

"Mmm," Magnus hums against Alec mouth and Alec feels it in the pit of his stomach. "You can miss dinner every night if it means making it up to me like this," He murmurs against the hunters soft lips and Alec breathes a laugh that cuts off quickly when Magnus's teeth close gently on his bottom lip, sending aftershocks down his spine. Alec sighs at the loss of Magnus's mouth against his. The Warlock smiles at the hunter's obvious disappointment, and total lack of ability to hide the wanting that dominates his features and seems to wrack his body each time Magnus touches him.

"Sorry," Alec squints down at Magnus's crumpled and stretched out t-shirt, releasing it from his firm grasp.

"It's okay," Magnus shrugs, not letting Alec put much space between them. His abnormally ringless hands resting dangerously on his thighs. He's sure Magnus can hear his heart beating up his ribs from the inside. "It's yours anyways."

Alec smiles, plucking at the white t-shirt, remembering how Izzy insisted he own something that wasn't black or grey. He'd only worn them on a few occasions, mostly they sat untouched in the back of the closet. Alec can't deny the thought of Magnus digging through his own large collection of expensive clothing to find something of Alec's that he could wear to bed, made his face warm and causes him to look away from those bright eyes.

"You going to eat or not? Because I slaved over this meal and you're letting it go cold for the second time tonight." Magnus says, finally stepping out from between Alec's long legs. Alec has to stop himself from crossing his ankles behind the warlock's back, trapping him there for as long as Magnus would allow.

He watches instead as Magnus goes to the microwave and remove the steaming plate of food. The clock on the small appliance reading 1:12 AM in bright green.

"Yeah," Hopping down from the counter, Alec reaches for the plate. Magnus hands it over with a smile, lifting his hand to his mouth, a small bit of marinara sauce on his thumb. Alec watches with intense concentration as Magnus's thumb disappears into his mouth, the warlock cleaning the salty sauce from his finger, pulling it out all shiny with his saliva.

It must not have been meant as a show for Alec (given Magnus's casual expression) but when Magnus looks up into Alec's face, he can see what the small gesture has done to the poor hunter.

Fire in his eyes, though Magnus has hardly done a thing.

"Cool off shadowhunter," Magnus smirk, causing Alec to roll his eyes, "food first." Magnus gestures with his chin at the small kitchen dining nook.

Magnus doesn't eat anything, but it doesn't stop him from taking the seat next to Alec, pulling it exceptionally close to where he's practically sitting in Alec's lap, he laces his fingers with the younger man's free hand.

The two men talk quietly in the dimly lit room, sitting so closely that their bodies are pressed together and their legs tangled. Alec takes small bites of food, recounting the details of the emergency hunt that he'd had to assist in when two shadowhunter's had been sent to the infirmary with symptoms of a rare poison. He'd surely have a high stack of paperwork the next morning.

He describes the staggering number of demons that showed up halfway through, causing the night to extend later than they'd originally thought. Magnus nods, listening intently, lifting their interlocked hands once in and while and pressing his lips to the back of Alec's hand.

When Alec finishes, he tries to push his chair back.

Magnus doesn't release him from his grip, and when Alec turns to him in question, Magnus leans in, eyes on Alec's mouth.

"I have garlic breath," Alec states, amusement with an edge of embarrassment.

"I don't care," Magnus leans in, and Alec lets him claim his mouth with a little reluctance.

Alec's mouth tastes salty on Magnus's tongue.

With a sigh of defeat, Alec lets Magnus pull him close, the warlock's legs draping over his lap. Naked fingers carding through the dark, messy hair, wild on the hunter's head.

"Okay," Alec says, quite abruptly disturbing Magnus in his task of biting a mark into the pulse of Alec's neck. "we're done with the kitchen." Alec presses a firm hand to Magnus's chest, creating unwanted space for both of them. The young man leaning away in an attempt to regain his breath and state of mind.

"Are you sure?" Magnus almost wines with the loss of Alec's skin under his mouth. "I could put you back up on the counter…" The words are silky smooth and relentlessly teasing (though Alec has not doubt in his mind that Magnus would follow through with enthusiasm if the hunter would allow it.)

Alec makes a sound between laughter and embarrassment in his throat, ducking his head and planting a kiss on Magnus's jaw before moving Magnus's legs from his lap and slipping out of the chair, all the while, the warlock's gaze on his blushing face, his golden eyes dancing with humour.

Magnus watches Alec move around the room with a peaceful kind of fascination. He waits patiently as Alec washes his plate and fork, setting them to the side. Leaning against the counter.

"Finished?" Magnus teases, looking around at the immaculate kitchen as he stands from his place at the table.

Alec smiles a guilty smile.

"Good," Magnus steps into Alec and the hunter's hands immediately find his waist, pulling him close as Magnus's fingers dip from his lower back to his jeans.

"I need a shower," Alec's voice shakes with want as Magnus's finger's go for his belt buckle, boldly tugging at the leather and metal. Magnus nods, touching his tongue to his bottom lip, though not allowing Alec the room to move away (the way he knows he wants to when he's just back from work and self conscious about sweat and dirt.)

Magnus assures him he doesn't mind in the least. It's hot really. He smells like Alec, he tastes like salt.

Alec's careful hands mold to the shape of Magnus, letting the warlock turn him, pressing him between the counter and his own body (not that he puts up much of a fight.) Magnus's hands leave his now undone belt, his long fingers pushing up under Alec's shirt, his abs tightening at the ticklish feeling. Magnus smiles at the innocent weakness.

"I thought we were done with the kitchen?" The warlock chides gently, his lips moving against Alec's, his voice breaking the silence filled only with their equally jagged breath. He chuckles quietly when all he receives in response is a quiet moan from Alec, the hunter's mouth dropping to the sensitive skin of his neck.

"I'm beginning to see its appeal." Alec murmurs, savouring the scent of Magnus as he leans into him until there is no space left to close. Pressed together from chest to toes, neither one able or willing to hide their desire for each other, their bodies giving them away easily.

Each move the other makes sends pleasure to the other in the way only lovers could exchange touch. Each nerve awake and alert to the other's wandering hands and the most subtle brushes of friction.

When Magnus's hand presses inside the gaping denham of Alec's jeans, the hunter's mouth falls away from him with a curse under his breath as Magnus takes him into his hand, giving him exactly what they have both been craving since that last time they were in each other's fitful and greedy hands, not fifteen hours earlier.

Alec's forehead drops to Magnus's shoulder, eyes closed tight as he feels each brush and stroke of Magnus's skilled hands on his body that seem to offer everything, asking for nothing in return. Magnus has a way of giving Alec all of himself, only asking that Alec let him. Alec feels almost selfish. Their relationship feeling lopsided at times like these when Magnus's touch renders Alec incapable of doing anything but cling to his lover for dear life and let a string of affirming words fall from his muddled mouth.

Magnus insists the inequity of their sexual life is all in Alec head. He takes so much pleasure in Alec that he feels completely spoiled, often unsure of what he's done to deserve the happiness he's drowning in. He's made it his mission these past weeks to prove this to Alec in many ways. (Not that Alec would ever object to Magnus's displays of pleasure. He quite encourages them.)

When Magnus's shoulder begins to lower from under Alec head, and the warlock's other hand pushes at the waist of Alec's jeans, the shadowhunter grabs onto Magnus's arms, stopping him from lowering to knees.

"Not here," Alec's voice is rough with want, edged with the hesitation he still feels at his surroundings. "Shower first."

Magnus huffs something closer to a sigh than a laugh, hand still wrapped around Alec. His own pulse is pounding in his ears, making the temptation to try to persuade Alec a hard one to push away. Alec's comfort is first and foremost. No matter how much he would like to lay the innocent (not so much these days) hunter on his kitchen floor.

"Prude," Magnus breathes into Alec's hair, breath hot across the shadowhunter's flushed face.

Alec presses his lips together to hold back the groan of regret as Magnus releases him completely, stepping back, all rumpled shirt and swollen lips. Alec fights the urge to follow him, dismissing his own discomfort and giving Magnus permission to do what he likes, right here, right now.

"I'm not really sure that's fair." Alec is breathless, pushing a hand through that soft hair sitting like a crown on Mangus's head. Messing it further. "After this morning."

Magnus's mouth twitches as he observes his shy boyfriend, trying to joke casually about their sexual prowess earlier that day. It's sweet. It's hot. Magnus isn't sure how he's capable of both so thoroughly and simultaneously.

"I suppose you're right," Concedes Magnus, stepping back, pinching Alec's shirt as walks backwards, leading the willing shadowhunter out of the kitchen. "I should really give credit where credit is due."

Magnus's back bumps against the bathroom door, effectively halting their progress through the house. Leaning his head back into the door, looking up at Alec with eyes at half-mast.

"You know you have to actually let me past." Says Alec, amused now more than anything. Magnus overtired and drunk with lust might be his favorite Magnus. He's difficult to resist and teases easily. Relaxed and turned on, a pretty deadly combination for them both.

"Fine," Magnus sighs, plucking gently at the front of Alec's shirt. "But you're not putting these back on when you come out."

"Deal," Alec nods. He considers for longer than a second, pulling Magnus into the bathroom with him. Sharing the small, warm space of the extravagant shower with the wet and naked warlock an almost irresistible idea.

But he'll never get clean, and the scary unknown of shower sex (even though Magnus has offered to "demonstrate" many times) stops him from doing just that.

Instead, he slips past the pouting warlock, closing the door, but leaving it unlocked, he strips down and hops in the shower quickly.

He scrubs every inch of himself raw, washing the dirt and sweat down the drain. He uses Magnus's fancy shampoo on his hair, filling the shower with the smell of his boyfriend.

He's not proud of it, the way just the scent of Magnus effects his entire body, his already aching want growing even stronger. He draws in a shaky breath, and with a hand warm from the water, slippery with soap, and the smell of his boyfriend clinging to the steam on the tile walls, he takes himself in his hand and picks up where Magnus left off in the kitchen.

XXX

The TV volume is low as Magnus flips through the uninteresting channels of quality late-night television. The sound of quiet footsteps draws his attention to the approaching shadowhunter as he makes his way down the hall, appearing almost silently into the dimly lit living room.

Magnus's thumb pauses on the remote as he takes in a wet haired, shower flushed Alec, dressed only in black sweats that hang low on his hips. He'd expected nothing less. Knowing full well Alec's aversion to walking around in the buff. The lack of shirt is a nice surprise.

"TV?" Alec glances at the cooking show that Magnus happened to stop on, raising a brow at his boyfriend.

"I got bored. You took forever." Magnus watches each move Alec makes as the shadowhunter crosses the room to take the empty space on the couch beside him. He's entranced with the ever-present grace, even with his tall stature. He's sure all shadowhunters must be blessed with such poise; though he'd never thought to take notice until he met Alec.

Sure, he was shy as hell. But he looked fucking fine doing it.

"Find something fun to do in my absence?" Magnus teases, unashamed. In the low light Alec is sure Magnus can't see the blush that crawls up his neck, turning his cheekbones and ears hot with embarrassment. It doesn't matter though. He can read Alec like an open book.

"I don't know what you mean," Alec shrugs a shoulder, body angled towards the warlock, though his eyes look at everything but.

"No?" Magnus turns towards Alec, drawing his knee up onto the couch, lifting the other over Alec lap in order to straddle the shadowhunter shamelessly. Framing the younger man's face with his hands, he looks down into wide, hazel eyes.

Alec's tongue wets his lips shyly. His boyfriend backlit by the flicker of the TV, the only light that illuminates the room. Magnus's wild hair tickles Alec's forehead as he leans down, pressing his lips to Alec's temple, taking in the familiar smell of his own shampoo, mixed with the distinct scent that belongs only to Alec.

"I could refresh your memory." Magnus breathes, lowering himself into Alec's lap, leveling their eyes as Alec struggles to not look away from the warm gaze.

"Here?" The young hunter's voice breaks on the one worded question, a nervous smallow causing his adams apple to bob in his throat, drawing Magnus's attention, distracting him easily.

"I wanted to take you on the kitchen floor," Alec's eyes close at Magnus's choice of words. His ability to say exactly what he wants, exactly what he means. It fills Alec with desire more than anything, but jealousy is there too. He wishes he could be so honest.

"You feel comfortable in my bed." Continues Magnus, his lips trailing up Alec's jaw, pressing like a feather to one of Alec's closed eyelids. He can feel Alec's hot breath on his throat. "The couch seems like a reasonable compromise." his soft mouth moves to the other lid, his own eyes drifting closed, savoring the warm touch of Alec's hands as they slip under his shirt, drawing goosebumps across each inch of skin they find.

Forever in awe of Magnus's ability to draw desire from his every pore, Alec can only breathe into the moment, his dull fingernails drawing down Magnus's bareback, pulling a shiver from the warlock that does obscene things to his own body as he cradles his boyfriend in his lap.

No amount of release, alone in the shower or otherwise, can keep Alec at bay in Magnus's arms. Magnus says it's because he's young. Because he's depraved his body for so many years that he is only now reacting in a completely natural and biological way. That there is nothing wrong with the way his body desires.

Alec knows he said this a the beginning to sate any embarrassment or hesitation on Alec's part. However, the young hunter isn't convinced.

It's true, he'd suppressed this part of himself for so many years that the thought of ever receiving any kind of physical love and satisfaction from another person was merely a distant fantasy.

But it was more than that. More than physical attraction, more than biology and being a suppressed and horny young man.

Alec is lost in Magnus. He's completely overtaken. Whenever they're close, whenever Magnus makes a point to reach for him, touch him, it sends electricity through the young man's veins. Like wildfire in a dry forest on a windy day. It drowns him in want. It burns him up from the inside out. His mind losing all other sensible thought. As if Magnus takes up too much space in his mind that everything else gets pushed to the edges, all but forgotten.

He's in love with everything this man is, everything he stands for. It's overwhelming, and it's scary; and it's the best thing that's ever happened to him. He tells him often, but maybe not as often as he'd like. Maybe that's for the best.

He's never loved anyone else. He doesn't know if this is what it's supposed to feel like. So all consuming. So heart aching and blood boiling. Maybe he's lost his mind. Maybe he's gone crazy.

Although losing your mind to Magnus Bane. There are worse ways to go mad.

"Hey," Magnus's thumb is brushing Alec's heated cheekbone. When hazel opens back into reality, gold is looking back with curiosity. "Where'd you go?" It's innocent, and sweet. Magnus feels the distance behind those passion lit eyes; he wants to come with.

"Nowhere," Alec's voice is coarse, not quite a whisper. "I'm here."

Magnus studies the soft features in front of him, deciding that whatever pulled him away was not something to be worried about, not now. He'd ask later. When Alec would surely duck in embarrassment, try and change the subject, and eventually speak in quite sentences that would dismantle Magnus, bit by bit and word by word, in the most unreasonable and beautiful ways.

Magnus nods minutely, hand slipping from Alec's face, to his chest, stomach and lower. He watches the young man in front of him hold gently to the control he loves, before closing his eyes once again in the sweetest surrender.

"Stay," Magnus leans close, almost speaking the word into Alec's soft mouth. "Here, with me."

"I'm here."