First Time For Everything
When he walked in he froze. Just the sight of him was enough to intoxicate him, dizzy him, squeeze all the oxygen from his lungs as possible until a crushing weight fell upon him. It was something he found deep inside him that was now surfacing at his slender figure, dressed in black, pink highlights. His breath quickened, his heart beat faster, every sign betraying him like it had back at his flat. What was he doing?
His shocked expression carried on in a full minute of silence, where everyone only watched as he stood there at the altar, staring at his solemn face like stone, but beautiful nonetheless.
'Hey.'
Lydia's voice teared him away just a fraction, until his eyes had finally settled on her face. It didn't feel right. As he searched it, he could no longer imagine her as his wife, despite her prettiness and incredible loyalty, which he admired a lot. But he knew what he had to do.
As they shared whisperings the warlock was still looking on, trying to decipher what they were saying, but too heavy weighted to take even a step. Maryse was watching them with disbelief, her eyes bugging out of her skin. Finally, Alec turned forward to face the crowd, Lydia's hand retreating from his cheek. He was just a little jealous at wanting to touch his skin the way she had done, and swallowed nervously. Alec looked to the right, the left, then settled on him. He didn't blink, neither did he, as they gazed at each other. The tension in the room was as thick as the layer of glitter round his eyes, all of them daring not even to exhale a breath.
And then he walked down the stairs, never averting his eyes. The pause, another one so profound and suspenseful. Magnus gave him an open, deserving look, Alec's angelic face still deliberating. And then he took a step, and another, and another, like he was in a hurry. He stood exactly where he was, breath quickening at Alec's quick action. Maryse got to him before he did, but without a glance in her direction, he told her with a voice like iron. 'Enough.'
In wonder and shock and surprise, he walked straight up to him, spinning him round and pulling him by his jacket so his lips met his.
It took only a second to realise what he'd done, as his mouth collided toward his and he kissed back with a tender enthusiasm. He didn't care about the people watching them, their reactions, their awkward silences. He revelled in the warmth of his breath on his, and he quickly closed his eyes like Alexander's were. They drew apart for but a second, catching their breath, foreheads touching. He let out an exhale of relieved exultance, feeling his body still pressed to his in ways he never thought could happen, much less on his wedding day. His lips quickly stole his again, fusing gently and ardently, passion beyond Magnus' wildest dreams. Slowly, their mouths were drawn apart again, the touch still tingling on his lips, energy more powerful than his warlock's magic seeming to envelope them in that moment of understanding. Alexander's head drew away from his, and they stood there gazing into each other's eyes sparkling with new found love. Alexander's black hair, and rough jawline, the white suit that fit him so well. Next to Magnus' heavy eye-lined cat eyes and black hair streaked with pink standing on end like it was radiating with energy.
It was a perfect match.