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Chapter One- Surprise!

Alec stood in front of the Institute just staring at the closed doors. He began thinking about all he had gone through at the Institute. He remembered getting into fights with Jace and Clary, even being with them as they took their final breaths. He would join them soon, unless Magnus found a way to make him younger and immortal, without erasing any of his memories. He chuckled, for he had left Magnus sleeping peacefully in a chair, a spell book draped over his chest. He had not changed a single bit in seventy long years. Timeless Magnus. Their love life had diminished with his unwelcome frailty, so Magnus had begun searching for a way to keep him for all of eternity. Magnus with his dark hair, cat eyes, and well-toned body was the ideal package for any man, woman, or warlock. No longer focused on maintaining his balance and being fifty-seven years old, he tottered to the side.

Magnus entered the walkway just in time to see his lover totter to the side. He snapped his fingers, and Alec appeared in his arms wheezing. Even though years had passed and Alec was not the sixteen-year old he once was, he was still a child compared to Magnus. A child that was inching closer and closer to his death. He had to find a way to reverse Alec's aging process, but even though he was old in Shadowhunter years, his body never failed to give Magnus a boner. Alec chuckled hoarsely as he felt Magnus' tell tale signs of attraction, but his laughter was cut short, when his hacking cough began. Magnus' eyes grew wide, for the cough was much worse than it had been the day before, and it had taken on the sound of a death rattle. He did not have much time left it would appear to make Alec younger and immortal without erasing any of the boy's memories. He believed that he had found the answer in the Book of the White, all the rumors of there being a way may have actually paid off. All he had to do now as convince Alec to let him try, for he could not live a single second without Alec in his life, unlike his previous lovers.

When Alec looked at his mate and saw the thoughtful look on Magnus' face all the words he was going to say dissipated. He stepped away to allow Magnus to focus, and so he sank onto the rubble in front of the deserted Institute. They had won the war, but had it been worth the cost. The Nephilim were only now beginning to regain their previous numbers, but this Institute would never be inhabited and used to train young Nephilim every again. The place where he, Jace, Isabelle, and Clary had been raised or trained was cursed. Isabelle had died defending the Institute against daemons; Jace and Clary had survived the war and had died from old age there, but they had been buried in Hodge's old greenhouse, not burned. Their souls still returned from heaven to the old place, fighting the souls of the wandering dead daemons lingering there. There were just too many souls wandering around trying to take form for it to be a safe place to live. Therefore, the Clave had decided to make it a sacred place, but one that you could only look at from the outside, for it was never too opened again.

Throughout Alec's thought process, he never noticed the arm around his shoulders, pulling him against Magnus' strong chest. He was still lost in thought when Magnus scooped him into his arms, and apparated to the home they had created together five miles away from the ruins of the Herondale Manor. They appeared in their spacious bedroom, and Magnus laid him on their soft bed, and although Alec's elderly body prevented too much violent rutting, they still gave each other a great deal of pleasure. Magnus slowly began to undress Alec, beginning with his shirt. Even though Alec was now fifty-seven years old, his body was still well-toned, no excess fat anywhere, and he still had the sixteen-year old beauty that had Magnus entranced from first sight.

Alec was jolted out of his thoughts by Magnus' tongue scraping over his nipples, causing them to harden instantly. He moaned in pleasure, as his experienced lover licked his way down to the tops of his pants. Magnus chuckled at Alec's reaction, but stopped stunned at the huge bulge in the boy's pants. He began to unbitten Alec's pants quickly in his effort to see and taste the boy's hidden prize. As he removed the pants, and the boy was left in his skivvies, Alec suddenly began to gasp in what he thought was pleasure, he was surprised when a bright light flashed, and another body appeared next to Alec's half-naked form. AS his eyes recovered from the flash of light, he began to recognize the unconscious figure. A single thought passed through his mind, OH NO!