Here it is mon ami! Yes this is the new(but old lol) piece I'll be updating! Enjoy :)

Alec crouched, circling the target. His hands ready to strike, he moved quickly and smoothly as he dodged a hand that came to punch him. Breathing heavily, the blue-eyed shadowhunter never took his eye's off his moving target—even in the pitch dark. All his senses were alert.

A chuckled emerged from the opponent, one of smugness and confidence. Alec snarled, his mouth curling back over his teeth.

The muscles in his legs bunched, as he waited for the right moment...

He lunged, attempting to knock the legs out from under his foe, while he strategically planned and deciphered all other attacks he could do.

This was the way Alec fought; acutely, planned. Nothing was done on simple adrenaline rush.

He blocked and swung powerfully with his bare hands, for his blade would be no use now.

Sweat poured from his face, and Alec was worried that it would get in his eyes, making his vision blurry.

He didn't have to worry though, Isabelle turned on the lights in the practice room, hands on her hips, long dark hair pulled into a high ponytail.

"Alec! Jace! Stop it, I don't understand why you have to go all out."

Jace smirked, and straightened from his crouch, similar to Alec's previous one.

"I wasn't going all out, or else we would have had a victory long ago."

Alec sneered at his sparring partner.

"I'm not the one with a shiner on the way." He made a gesture to the bruise he had landed on the side of his parabati's face.

Jace shrugged cooly.

"A minor slip-up."

"No it wasn't..." Isabelle butted in between the two boys. "You were trying, because you didn't want to get any injuries to hurt your oh-so-great appearance, because tonight you have a date with Clary." She finished matter-a-fact.

Jace's signature smirk creeping up on his face, Alec sighed, knowing Jace would never admit he slipped up while actually trying. Though he couldn't hide the smugness that swelled up as he looked at the nicely blooming bruise.

"It's alright. Girl's go for that bad-boy look, they dig it. As for that–" Jace pointed, still smirking. Alec looked down to see his shirt ripped with what looked like a claw mark down his side to is abdomen. "I don't know what other boy's like, but I marked you to bro."

To Jace surprise, Alec laughed.

"You used your nails?"

Isabelle snickered as well, and Jace finally frowned.

"I'm leaving. Me and Clary probably won't be back tonight."

With an angry stiff back, he strode out of the room.

Isabelle and Alec watched him go, still smiling. Isabelle glanced up at Alec.

"Nice going. Every now and again he has to lose one, or else he get's to cocky."

Lip twitching, Alec nodded.

"I agree."

Back in his room changing, Alec glanced at the mark on his side. It didn't look very deep, so he shrugging it off, and pulled a black long sleeve shirt over his head.

His phone buzzed on the bed table, someone was called him. He had a good guess who it was.

When he saw the name on the tiny screen he couldn't help a smile from lighting his face.

Magnus Bane

He continued to stare at the name happily, before realizing he had to answer it soon.

"Magnus." He breathed into the phone.

"How'd you know it was me?" The warlock's voice sounded smoother, more languid through the phone, more sensual—if that was even possible.

"Caller ID. Don't tell me you don't have that?" Alec teased, smile widening when he heard a chuckle from the other line.

"I do. But you seem to be stuck in the 1950's when it comes to technology." Magnus's voice matched Alec's tone.

"I just don't think it's that important."

"Ahh—but without that lovely piece of equipment in your hand...that came out dirtier than I thought...you wouldn't be able to connect withmoi. And that wouldn't be any good, would it?"

Alec tried to pull his fingers through his unkept hair.

"Hmm, I'm not sure. Now that I think about it..." He enjoyed teasing Magnus, as he didn't get to do it very often.

"I see what a wonderfully bright mood you're in tonight, my little shadowhunter, so I'm going to get straight to the point. How about coming over tonight-have a little Sex and the City Marathon? I haven't seen you in a long time, darling." The warlock's voice drawled through the speaker.

Alec nodded vigorously. Two days had seemed like forever.

"Alright then. Will I come over now?"

"Of course." Alec smiled at the swift reply.

"I need a shower, but I'll be over right after that."

He heard the warlock chuckle on the other end.

"I like you all sweaty and roughed up...it makes picturing you all flushed around on my bed much more real." The last word came out a purr, and Alec grunted in surprised embarrassment and hung up.