DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN MORTAL INSTRUMENTS

Nephillim? Nephilim? Nephillum? Nephilum?

Oneshot on Magnus and Alec.

Magnus POV

I woke up to the feel of my bed moving. I turned over to see that my boyfriend, Alec, was all caught up in the sheets, and moaning.

"No… ahh… no.." He mumbled. He squirmed a little more. He had been like this almost every night since we got attacked.

A while back, we were coming home from a dinner date. We were walking the streets of Manhattan. All of a sudden, I was pulled from where I was standing next to him. I was pushed against a wall and held there. Alexander, meanwhile, was being beat to crap by three or four werewolves and about four vampires. He was strong and could usually hold his own in an unfair fight, but he was way out-numbered this time. Alec had been left bloody on the ground while I didn't have a scratch on me. One of the vampires holding me spoke to me in my ear. He said, "If you ever refuse Mr. Zlo again, we'll come back. And next time, we won't leave the precious Nephilim alive. Or you for that matter." Malcolm Zlo was a mean, rotten warlock who didn't have much power. I had given him my services before. He didn't pay me even half as much as he owed. And so the next time, I told him I couldn't help a dishonorable man. He must have gotten angry.

You might think that Alec was scared for himself. But no. He was worried for me. He had to draw Runes in almost every inch of his body, I had to help speed up the healing, and he lay in bed for days. Yet he is still afraid for me. This is why I loved him so much. Noble, kind, loving. That was my Alexander.

"Maggie… please…" His face was squinched up in pain.

"Oh, Alexander, baby… I'm right here." I began to shake him, to try to wake him up from this nightmare. "Alexander."

His eyes shot open quickly. "Magnus! You're okay." He sat up and placed his hands on either side of my face, looking into my eyes. It was still only the middle of the night, but because our eyes were used to the dark, we could see each other well. "You're okay…" He kissed me all over my face; I could feel the urgency that he needed. The warmth he needed, to know that I was alright.

I held him close to me and laid us both back down gently. He wound his arms around my waist and put his face into my neck. I felt hot tears on my neck. This was the Alexander I knew. The one as fierce as a wolf, but also as sweet and sensitive as a domestic puppy. Although he'd never say this to me, I knew very well that I was the only one ever allowed to see this side of him; the emotional side.

"It was so real. I was scared that I'd lost you." He mumbled into my collarbone.

"There's no need to be scared of anything, love. I'm right here." I kissed his hair, so soft and so dark. He held onto me tighter, clinging to me as if I may vanish at any second. It was then that I realized how unordinary this dream was from the last. I don't know how, but something must have really frightened my Alexander, more than the others dreams had.

I reached down and pulled his face to look at me once more. "Hey… I'm here, okay?" I spoke softly, but clearly. "I'm alive and it was just a nightmare." He kissed me, then. It wasn't his usual kiss, though. It was scared and hungry. His hands instantly went to my hips, rubbing them and squeezing them. This was odd. Normally, I was the one who prodded him to be more bold. He wanted this; no, needed this.

I kissed him back. My hands went into his hair. His hands went down to my boxer shorts. He pulled them off. I wasn't going to do anything to provoke him. If I did, then I'd be taking far too much advantage. He had to want to do this enough to do it all without any push from me. My arms went around and right under the back of his shoulder blades. He then put his hands in my hair. I couldn't help but moan. I loved it when he did that. He pushed himself tight against me. He pulled off his shorts, too.

That was when he stopped. He looked into my eyes, and held my gaze for what seemed like forever. Then he kissed me. This kiss was pleading, begging me to never leave his life. I kissed him back. My kiss was a promise.

I would never leave my Alexander, my love. Ever. Not from life, not from death.

Let me know what you think. This is my first oneshot of those two. I believe they are, like,my favorite couple from Mortal Instruments. Review. Please let me know if this is good or not. Thank you all!

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