I wrote this one as a challenge/bet with my beloved parabatai. Thanks for the inspiration cielo~ ^-^ :3

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Alec went to Magnus' loft and just like that time before, he found the door open, so he entered, closing it behind him, making a mental note to tell Magnus that he really shouldn't leave it open like that, High Warlock or not. It was dangerous.

It had been two days since Jace was captured and his parabatai was slowly losing his mind. He couldn't bear staying idle in the Institute any longer, so he decided to visit Magnus to ask for his help. And maybe not just for that, if he was going to be honest with himself. He wasn't though, as he kept trying to deny his feelings, even inside his own head.

Conflict raging in his thoughts, Alec sighed softly. Who was he kidding? He really wanted to meet Magnus again. He had missed him, even if only a short time had passed since they last spoke. So yeah. He finally admitted. He wanted to see him too. Not just ask for Jace.

But he felt extremely guilty about it. Did he have the right to think of things like that? Of desires and longing left unspoken, when his parabatai was a prisoner of the most dangerous psychopath they had ever encountered?

His internal dialogue was suddenly interrupted by the music that hit his ears. It was a calming melody, soft notes of string instruments and flutes. He raised his downcast eyes and froze, every previous thought flying off the window. Or more accurately, off the balcony where Magnus was standing shirtless, stretching his perfect, toned body, in some weird poses. Alec gulped, his throat feeling dry suddenly, and his face really warm. 'By the angel, why is he so gorgeous?'

He idly wondered what Magnus was doing but he was too dazzled to actually care enough. And then the Warlock bowed down, touching his toes with his fingers, his muscles straining, and his skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat, and Alec decided that, what he was actually doing didn't matter, as long as he kept on doing it.

"So, are you going stand there all night, or are you going to join me?" Magnus said still stretching. Alec's eyes widened and he blushed, as he hastily walked towards him, getting out on the balcony.

"H-Hey…" He muttered once he was beside him, and when the Warlock finally turned to face him, smiling brightly, Alec felt his breath catch once more and his blush spreading. This man was too beautiful, it was hardly fair. As if reading his mind, Magnus' smile turned into a smirk and he turned his back on him again, reaching out for a shirt lying on a chair beside him and putting it on, under the mesmerized Shadowhunter's scrutinising stare.

"You don't have to get dressed up for me." The Nephilim finally managed to mutter, wishing to disperse the tension a bit so he could breathe before fainting from severe lack of oxygen, because even dressed, Magnus was still a sight to behold, wearing a sleeveless top that was showing out his strong, toned arms. Alec gulped again.

"I liked what I saw…" 'And I still do…' He added mimicking Magnus' past comment, and the Warlock laughed. Alec had never heard him laugh before and he was flooded by a new-found feeling of joy for being the cause of Magnus' laugh and a wish to hear this wonderful sound many many more times in the future.

Meanwhile, the older man finished getting dressed, turning to look at the boy. His eyes were shining as he studied him, and Alec found himself staring, forgetting to breathe once again. The Warlock smiled at him, moving closer, but not touching him. "So, Alexander…" He purred, his voice so close, doing things to Alec. "To what do I own the extreme pleasure of your visit this afternoon?"

Alec who was still staring, barely registered his words. "I… uh… I am… I was…"

Magnus chuckled softly. "Focus darling." He smiled. "Was your purpose business or pleasure?"

There was this beautiful laugh again. And that smile, short-circuiting his mind. Coupled with the endearment, it was nearly all Alec could handle. 'Why is this man affecting me so much?' He wondered. "My purpose… I…" Just then, he felt a prickling on his parabatai rune and instinctively reached out to touch it, grimacing.

"Alexander?" Magnus instantly moved closer, hovering beside him worried, his light tone evaporating. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah..." The Shadowhunter told him, breathing heavily. "I just… Magnus, I…" He took the hand off his rune and placed it on the railing, leaning there to support himself. 'What was that? Jace…?'

"Alexander…" Magnus spoke again softly, hesitantly reaching out to cover his hand with his own, softly tracing soothing patterns with his thumb on the back of it. "It's going to be okay…" He crooned.

Even this small touch made Alec feel better immediately, soothing him. He wanted to move even closer, to feel more of Magnus' touch, but then reality hit him once more, and with it, guilt.

He abruptly pulled his hand back from the Warlock's, taking a step away too. 'I have no right to this…' He thought, guilt flooding him. 'It's all my fault.'