So, here's the edited version of The deal :) A big thank you to faithful muse for the lack of inconsistencies and grammar/spelling mistakes :)

The deal

Part One – The beginning

It was just one of these days where everything had to go weird, even though it started out completely normal.

Alec woke up next to Magnus as the first rays of sunlight wandered over his face. Of course, due to his years of training as a Shadowhunter, he was a morning person and was immediately wide awake. Magnus, on the other hand, didn't move an inch and went on sleeping. Even as Alec started to shake him – at first gently, then a bit more violently – he stayed in the land of dreams. After five minutes of shaking his boyfriend to the point where any normal human being would probably have gotten a concussion, the young Shadowhunter gave up and decided to make breakfast in case Magnus decided to return amongst the living during the course of the day.

He only had to wait about two hours until the first signs of life could be heard from the bedroom. Rolling his eyes at such laziness, Alec returned to his book and hoped that he would be able to read another chapter before Magnus walked into the living room/kitchen with his usual early morning request – well, early morning in his definition, as he had just risen.

Not that Alec minded almost being raped while brewing the coffee, but these heavy make-out-sessions always ended in them having hot sex at random places in Magnus's flat – mostly they didn't even get to the bedroom, though it has to be said that they at least tried to. After, they would grab their clothes – usually spread all over the place – sneak off into the bedroom and cuddle there until they fell asleep again. As soon as they would wake, they'd cuddle a bit more, which led to even more sex, cuddling, and sleep.

Just so there's no mistaking the situation: Alec loved those days he only left Magnus's arms to use the loo or eat something. But they weren't really productive and he had been behind on studying that book for quite some time now. Even though being a Shadowhunter mostly revolved around being good at killing demons and saving your own skin and that of your partner's in the process, there were academic sides to the job as well. Admittedly, those sides focused on how to kill different types of demons – or Downworlders who had broken the law – and on the various types of stings and the disgusting places they grew teeth so that you could avoid them, but still.

Much to Alec's resignation, Magnus chose that exact moment to stumble out of the bedroom, hardly dressed at all and his hair dripping with water. Alec swallowed hard. It was almost to the point where he got a hard-on making coffee in expectation of Magnus shoving him on the countertop. But a freshly showered Magnus was an entirely different level of delicious, even though Alec loved his usual I-hate-getting-up-early-and-I-need-to-ravish-you-and-then-drink-lots-of-coffee self just as well. Alec watched a drop of water making its way down Magnus's neck and down his tanned chest, feeling his blood rush in the same direction. He had to restrain himself from throwing the book away and jumping his impossibly sexy warlock.

Magnus, always sensing when Alec's mind drifted off into the gutter – even if his sweaters were big enough to hide the impressive evidence – flashed him a salacious grin and slowly walked over to the couch Alec was currently curled up on (under a whole mountain of blankets), taking his time. As much as the young Shadowhunter tried to force his eyes to stay locked with Magnus's stunning catlike ones – which wasn't too hard – his gaze wandered down to his alluringly swaying hips and the overwhelming proof of his matutinal needs. Other people needed coffee to get ready for the day. Magnus needed sex and coffee.

Before Alec could even do so much as pretend to be rational and interested in the book resting forgotten on his lap, the warlock pulled it out of his hands and threw it across the room – along with the blankets. The young Shadowhunter didn't even have the time to sigh inwardly at the fact that he had completely forgotten which page he had been reading and would probably need hours to retrieve it because Magnus obviously thought bookmarks unnecessary, when Magnus's lips claimed his as their own.

Alec had always been proud of his self control. He didn't smoke, he didn't drink too much, he didn't need coffee to be a whole person in the mornings. But since he had met Magnus – especially since they had left for their little world trip together – he had become more and more addicted to freaking hot sex in the morning with his favorite person in the world. He'd already noticed that he wasn't really himself anymore when he had to spend the night without Magnus and thus couldn't hope to have his needs fulfilled as soon as the warlock saw it proper to wake. He couldn't think straight if his life depended on it. Either he was getting impossibly aroused at the thought of what Magnus would be doing if he were there right then, or his mind shut down completely because Magnus was there and was doing all those wonderful things to him...

As he was now. His lips made their way to that sensitive spot on Alec's neck, licking and biting gently, turning the boy in his arms into a whimpering wreck. Meanwhile, his hands wandered beneath the wide sweater, leaving a burning trail over Alec's chest and back. Alec wanted more of Magnus, badly so. With a desperate moan, he pulled the other man flush against him, their tongues battling in a passionate kiss. When their lower bodies met, Magnus almost screamed with lust.

"Alexander," he whispered hoarsely – and for the first time, Alec definitely didn't feel like his full name was something only his parents called him. They most certainly wouldn't say it that way.

Alec decided on the spot that the battle was lost, they wouldn't make it to the bedroom anyway. He turned them around so he was on top, almost ripping all their clothing to shreds in the attempt to get rid off it as fast as possible. Magnus's hands were all over him now, except for the one place the Shadowhunter needed them so desperately. But before he could even make a noise of protest, Magnus turned his attention to Alec's throbbing manhood, turning the groan he had been about to make into a lustful scream.

Shivering, Alec pressed himself against Magnus, wanting him closer still, knowing that he could never get quite close enough. The closeness he longed for couldn't be accomplished in the physical sense. Even though he didn't mind when Magnus's hands ran down his length, dispersing generous amounts of lube – where did he always get that stuff from, anyway? He couldn't keep it everywhere. Which poor couple out there somewhere had to find they'd have to buy a new tube first or live with the consequences? And Alec knew how much that could hurt, especially if one rushed things a bit – he didn't really care at the moment, neither did he find it in him to pity the poor souls right then. All he could think of was the incredible feeling of entering Magnus and the lustful moans that followed from his boyfriend.

As every morning, there wasn't time for much foreplay, and as every morning, they came hard and fast, almost at the exact same moment, ruining the couch. It left them sweating and breathless, even though the whole affair had taken less than five minutes. A notorious coffee junkie always downs his first cup like water.

From this point on, though, this day would pass very differently from every other day.

Alec rested his head on Magnus's chest, sighing softly. To Magnus's regret, it seemed not to be in postcoital bliss.

"What is it, Alec, love? You sound a bit upset."

"Well, it's just, I really should have read that chapter instead of giving in to you so easily. I'm awfully behind in that book."

"It's not like you don't have time to read it now."

"Come on Magnus, you know how it goes. You'll devour your breakfast, we'll sneak off into bed, cuddle, fall asleep, wake up, and have sex. Again and again. All day long."

"Hmm..."

"Magnus!"

"Sorry, I was daydreaming about doing exactly what you just said. Why do you make that sound like it's bad?"

"It's not, don't be ridiculous. But I never get to do anything."

"That's not my fault. You're not here all the time."

"Yeah, but when I'm not here with you, I think about being here with you and what we would do. It's distracting. I'm still waiting for the day I get killed by a demon because I was thinking about you naked instead of concentrating on the situation at hand."

"You think about me being naked when you go demon hunting? And I always thought your job was a waste of time..."

"Mag, please, stay serious for a minute. You know how much I love you, but having you constantly on my mind can turn out to be a problem. It might not bother you-"

"It what? Of course it bothers me, having you constantly on my mind. I hardly get to see my clients anymore, because I can't get myself to leave your arms. When I do let them in on the few occasions you're not here, much naughtier thoughts than you simply being naked almost screw up my magic. Not even a week ago, I almost burned a fairy knight to death because I couldn't concentrate on what I was doing."

"And why couldn't you concentrate? Was it such a difficult spell?"

"It was a fairly easy one, but I couldn't block out the way you screamed my name on that countertop, so I sort of messed it up."

An unusual evil grin spread on Alec's handsome face. He loved distracting Magnus. The warlock, upon seeing the mischievous glint in his boyfriend's eyes, bit his lip to suppress a laugh.

"Really, Alexander, that's not funny. It's no less dangerous than you being distracted during a demon hunt."

Alec snorted.

"What was that?"

"Oh really. I mean, you can't compare our jobs. You just lay around here all day long..."

"When I'm not off to save your sorry little life. And those of your friends."

"Yeah, and I'm grateful for that, but that's not really business as usual, is it?"

"Well, if you're so convinced being the High Warlock of Brooklyn is that easy, we can make a deal."

"What deal?"

"I accompany you for one day while you're on the hunt, complete with gear and all. I'll do whatever you tell me to do during the whole day. And in return, you do the same with me."

"Does that include wearing awful clothes and having glitter in my hair?"

"Exactly."

Alec sighed, rolling his eyes.

"Okay, if it means so much to you. But I'm not sure if it's wise that you come with me on the hunt..."

"Alec, I'm eight hundred years old. I've fought more demons than you probably will in your whole lifetime, even if you're doing your best to break my record. I can take care of myself. You don't have to worry."

Alec was about to respond along on that behalf when Magnus help up a hand to silence him.

"Alec, we fought together in Idris. In case you don't remember it, I didn't receive so much as a scratch. And not only because you're absolutely overprotective."

Of course Alec remembered the battle of Alicante. He had felt so panicked at the idea of Magnus being torn away from him, especially now that he had finally confessed his feelings for the warlock in public. But Magnus was right, he had done a good job and if he had survived whole centuries without being killed by a handful of demons, then he most likely would survive one day of hunting them.

"Okay, deal."

Magnus beamed up at his resigned-looking boyfriend. Instead of sealing the deal with a handshake, he pulled him down again, kissing him as hard as he dared to. Alec might be a Shadowhunter, but he still looked as fragile as a porcelain doll to Magnus. Throughout the battle, Magnus had been too busy saving his own skin and worry over Alec to pay much attention to his actual fighting style. It would be interesting to see how he proceeded usually. And hopefully, a day as the apprentice of Brooklyn's High Warlock would teach him a bit more respect towards his work. But for now, potential deals would have to wait: Alec was kissing back fiercely and Magnus just knew that they would give in anyway and this time hopefully end up in the bedroom. The spring jabbing into his back was starting to get uncomfortable.