Betaed by amazing Ky, who currently hates me.
I am not a native English speaker and I obviously do not own The Mortal Instruments.
This two-shot is a child of my very exhausted brain, so…
Magnus woke up to the light streaming through the baby blue curtains and the sound of a shower running. He nuzzled into the covers lazily and stretched like a cat. The air still smelled of their intense love-making and he glanced at the clock to see how long he had napped; only an hour or so, but he felt so refreshed as if he had a full-night sleep. He decided against getting up, way too relaxed and lazy to crawl out of the warm bed, and reached for the book laying on the nightstand.
Just as he turned the first page, Alexander emerged from the bathroom, a short, turquoise towel around his hips. He didn't comment on how the material barely concealed the boy's bits and smirked to himself. He loved how comfortable Alec had become around him. Before, Alec would cover himself up, being embarrassed of his body – how, Magnus could not imagine, the boy was simply gorgeous – but now he didn't mind showing off his nakedness. It was a great improvement in the warlock's opinion. His orbs traced the boy's defined arms, his hard but perfect for snuggling into chest, down to the set of mouthwatering abs and a path of dark curls leading to his favourite, after his baby blues, part of Shadowhunter. He licked his lips and closed the book with a thump. He wanted to talk about something with his boyfriend.
"Alexander?" Magnus asked as the Shadowhunter started putting on his black boxers. The blue, still a little bit unfocused from his nap, orbs glanced in his direction, the black eyebrows raised. "Why don't you ever let me top?"
Alexander's eyes widened at the question. He pressed his lips together in a thin line, and in that instant Magnus could see how remarkably similar to Maryse his boyfriend was. It was the same moment when he realized that by asking that question he had probably made a huge mistake. "I don't like it," Alec snapped and pulled on his jumper's sleeves with angry, jerky motions, but didn't put it on.
"Why?" Magnus pressed the issue. He already made Alec mad, so he was going to get his answers. He was tired of being left in the dark.
"You don't have to know," the blue-eyed youth hissed, and that was the moment when the warlock snapped.
"Oh, really? So it wasn't you that threw a fit just a few months ago, because you didn't know about Camille or Will. I suppose it was some other Alec, wasn't it?"
Magnus got up, grabbed Alec's wrist and tugged at it, so that the Hunter was seated on the bed. He told himself to calm down, or he wasn't going to get anything from Alec. He entwined their fingers together, and caressed the boy's cheek, smiling on the inside when the Shadowhunter leaned into it. Maybe the demanding approach was not a good idea after all.
"Just… please tell me. If you don't feel comfortable with bottoming, just tell me. Or is there another reason?" He could feel Alec tense up when he broached the topic again. "It's really not normal how you transform in the bedroom. And don't take it the wrong way, I enjoy it, it is just… not enough sometimes, you know?"
"Well, if I'm not enough, then find someone else. Just get back together with Camille or some other blue-eyed boy," Alec pulled on Magnus' hand, freeing his fingers, and crossed his arms. His stance was defensive and the cat-eyed man sighed with exasperation.
"Alexander!" Magnus exclaimed shocked. He didn't get it why Alec would even mention that. He thought the Shadowhunter knew that the warlock was totally enchanted by the blue-eyed wonder, and would never exchange him for anyone else.
"What?"
"You are infuriating, you are…" Magnus could feel his blood boiling, he was so, so angry and frustrated.
"If so, why don't you let it go?" Alec interjected, his blue eyes stormy. He was sitting on the edge of the bed now as if ready to either run or pounce or Magnus – and not in a good way. But the warlock was not known for backing off, so he just grabbed the Shadowhunter's shoulders and shook him while saying angrily: "Because you missed my whole point!"
"Oh, and what was it?" He snarled, and his whole stance was so similar to Jace's arrogant one, that Magnus saw red. He knew that Alec was making himself behave like this, but he had enough. He pushed the boy on the bed, and snapped his fingers, the bonds appearing from thin air. Alexander's eyes widened with panic, and he tugged on the rope that held him in place on the bed. The edge of the headboard bit harshly into his wrists every time he moved, but that didn't stop his desperate struggle.
"Magnus, let me go," he said, his voice trembling.
"No," the cat-eyed man replied, and made a move in the direction of the door.
"Fucking let me go, you crazy warlock," Alec shouted as he saw his boyfriend leaving the room, leaving him vulnerable on the huge bed.
Magnus stopped at the scream, and Alec felt hope for a second, but then he saw the warlock's angry eyes. The green-eyed man just hissed: "No, you can stay here for a while, and think about what I said. Maybe then you will pull your head out of your ass," and stomped away, closing the door behind him.
Alec could feel panic slowly arise in him. He closed his eyes, and breathed deeply in and out, trying to calm his erratic breathing, to stop the tears trying to escape from his clenched shut eyelids. He was not going to cry. He was a Shadowhunter, and he would behave like one. And Shadowhunters do not cry. That is a basic rule that he had already broken way too many times. The only difference was that no one witnessed the shameful act before, and he knew that Magnus would come back soon, and would see how weak and damaged he really was.
He whimpered at the thought and trashed again against the bonds. He could feel the coarse material of the rope rubbing his wrists raw and he knew that his attempts were futile, but he didn't care. He had to do something; anything to get out.
Rough hands. Disgusting sensation of sharp nails scratching down his chest. Flash of knife. Merciless laughter. Bitter-sweet taste of his own blood filling his mouth.
Alec bit his lip forcefully in attempt to stifle a sob, and tugged at the bonds harder. He sucked an anxious breath in when he realized that the tears, he so badly wanted to keep in, spilled and traveled down his face drenching Magnus' covers.
Magnus wasn't really mad he was just frustrated. He grasped a bottle of cool water from the fridge and poured himself a glass of it. He gulped down a sip of wonderfully cold liquid, and sighed heavily. He knew it wasn't really fair to tie up Alec; he just lost his patience. He noticed that the boy was distressed, but by that time he was way too irritated to care about that. It wasn't normal how his boyfriend wanted to maintain control over where and how Magnus touched him all the time. He understood that there were men who were the dominating type. He would have understood it if Alec was anything like Jace, but he was totally different. Alexander was normally bashful and kind. The only situation when he was his dominating, overbearing alter-ego was when they were intimate. In public it was the warlock who made a move to hold his hand or kiss him, but as soon as they became filled with lust, Alec would not let Magnus lead. And he enjoyed it, but the line had been crossed somewhere along the way. He had enough of being the submissive one all the time. He wanted to know why Alec would not allow him to take control. It was neither normal nor healthy for their relationship. He sighed and pushed away from his kitchen counter. He slowly traversed the route to the bedroom, keeping in mind that he was going to have a calm, mature conversation about his boyfriend's issues in a minute.
As he entered the room, the first thing he noticed was Alec's flushed tear-stained face. He gasped in astonishment and rushed to his boyfriend's side. In the six months that he and Shadowhunter had been dating he had never seen Alec cry. He knew that the boy had been crying when Max was killed. The red rimmed blue eyes that sought comfort that night had told him so, but he had never seen actual tears trailing down his angelic face. He sat down on the soft covers and the grasped Alec's chin to turn his face so that he was facing him. He cursed himself when he saw the trembling lips of his lover and the blood on his chin. He took in the shuddering breaths and slight trembles shaking his body, and it hit him that Alec was having a panic attack. Because of him. "I'm sorry, Alexander, I'm so fucking…"
"Please, just let me go Magnus, please," Alec whispered. No, Magnus thought, not whispered, whimpered, begged him. The guilt crushed his whole being and he quickly snapped his fingers, making the bonds disappear. As soon as the restraints were taken away, Alec shot out of bed and made a dash to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him, the lock clicking in.
"Alec, wait!" He exclaimed and knocked on the door. "I'm sorry, please come out," Magnus whispered, already regretting his stubborn behaviour. He slid down to the floor and curled against the wooden frame; he had a feeling that he would spend a while in this place.
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