Magnus was over eight hundred years old. He had lived through many terrible events in his life - slavery, the Great Depression, both World Wars, the month after World of Warcraft was released - but nothing, absolutely nothing, was as torturous as his relationship with Alec Lightwood.

But hot damn. Torture sure as hell has never felt so good.

Magnus hated it. He hated every last minute of it.

Magnus hated how when he touched him, Alec seemed to flinch away a bit, as if he were scared.

Magnus hated how Alec would stare at him, his eyes full of distress and debate. Magnus could practically see the younger boy's mind and heart pulling in two completely different directions.

Magnus hated how at times, he could've sworn Alec was moaning the stupid little blondie's name instead of his.

Magnus hated how when others were around, Alec wouldn't even meet his gaze.

Magnus hated how Alec would make up excuses as to why he couldn't stay the night instead of just telling him the real reason.

Magnus hated how as soon as Alec would come over, his phone would vibrate or ring and he'd need to leave immediately for some 'big emergency.' If it was that freaking huge, couldn't they have used the help of a certain High Warlock, too?

Magnus hated how when he wanted or needed Alec, it actually took some persuasion and time to get him to come over but as soon as he got one single little text from Jace, he was out the door.

Magnus hated what Alec did to him.

But, good God, he loved it. He loved every last minute of it.

Magnus loved how Alec would moan his name, sending shivers down his spine.

Magnus loved how at the slightest touch, Alec would blush and bow his head.

Magnus loved how those gorgeous blue eyes that were as bright as glass and as dark as the Atlantic ocean seemed to look inside him - past all the glitter and make-up and clothes - and really understand who he was.

Magnus loved how Alec smelt. It was a plain and simple smell - just soap and laundry detergent - but it was a good smell. Nothing too strong. Nothing too off-putting. Just right.

Magnus loved how Alec's calloused hands felt as they ran across his naked body - rough and rigid yet smooth and as soft as silk.

Magnus loved how sweet Alec was. On the outside and the inside.

Magnus loved how Alec was so new to the whole 'relationship' thing. With all the cuddling, and the kissing, and the talking, Magnus was afraid he'd overwhelm the poor boy.

Magnus loved what Alec did to him.

It was like Chinese Water Torture except the water was actually pink lemonade and sometimes, it would splash into his mouth.

It was like the electrical chair was made out of cotton candy.

It was like Flaying, but after they peeled off some of his skin, it turned into cheese and he got to eat it.

Magnus's relationship with Alec may have been torture, yes, but torture had never felt so good.

I hate myself sometimes. I mean really? This is just bleh with a side of bleh. And why is it that every single time I try to write a drabble - something deep and meaningful that's actually supposed make people feel things, deep things - it ends up like crap. And not just any crap. Repetitive crap. Every. Single. Time. 'No Longer.' 'Jealous.' 'He Promised.' All of them. I've tried writing drabbles without repeating the same freaking thing over and over again and I just can't do it! Stupid, stupid me.

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Mind telling me if you hate this thing as much as I do? Thanks!

Lather, rinse, review!

:) Jordan