The first chapter is made in Magnus POV of Cassandra Clares 'first kiss' with copied passages, cause I love that story! (Original here: my-writing/excerpts-extras/kissed/ ) Chapter 2 and everything else is out of my head, but I own nothing but my fantasy^^

The sentences written like this are thoughts of the characters.

Magic is tricky

Chapter 1

This young man was so different, Magnus knew that from the moment he came all the way to Brooklyn just to thank him for doing his job and heal the young shadowhunter. Has it even been that late that Magnus realized it? It has been the day of their first kiss though...ohhh how sweet the memory is. Magnus wanted to test the shy shadowhunter and for sure just couldn't resist to do it, he wanted to taste the blue eyed man since he saw him at his party. Magnus' body slid deeper into the cushions of his couch and his mind deeper into the memory of his first kiss with Alec.

Alec sat on the couch like a little mouse, self-conscious and staring at the ground like the white fluffy carpet had been the most interesting and reassuring thing in the world, his fingers played with the holes in his sweater. Magnus offered him a tea and let it seem like it appeared from thin air into Alecs hand who jumped and nearly spilled the hot content from the paper cup over himself. "By the Angel —" "I LOVE that expression," said Magnus. "It's so quaint." Alec stared at him. "Did you steal this tea?" Magnus ignored the question. "So," he said. "Why are you here?"

Alec took a gulp of the stolen tea. "I wanted to thank you," he said, when he came up for air. "For saving my life." Magnus leaned back on his hands. His t-shirt rode up over his flat stomach, and this time Alec had nowhere else to look. "You wanted to thank me." "You saved my life," Alec said, again. "But I was delirious, and I don't think I really thanked you. I know you didn't have to do it. So thank you." Magnus' eyebrows had disappeared up into his hairline. "You're . . .welcome?" Alec set his tea down. "Maybe I should go." Magnus sat up. "After you came so far? All the way to Brooklyn? Just to thank me?" He was grinning. "Now that would be a wasted effort." He reached out and put his hand to Alec's cheek, his thumb brushing along the cheekbone. Alec sat frozen in surprise his skin felt hot under Magnus' fingertips. Magnus' eyes narrowed, and he dropped his hand. "Huh," he said to himself.

Alec was just so different from the other Lightwoods he got to know over the last hundred years, green-eyed monsters... and here was this blue-eyed beauty and asked for a date. Magnus felt almost giddy on the inside but needed to know if Alec really liked him or just asked the warlock because nobody knew Alec was gay and he just wasn't a woman. "I'm not unsympathetic. But do you like me? Because this being gay business doesn't mean you can just throw yourself at any guy and it'll be fine because he's not a girl. There are still people you like and people you don't." He thought about that a minute, a small smile tugging on his lips and a blush creeping up his cheeks. "Yes," Alec said. "I like you."

Alec couldn't even believe that Magnus said yes to the date. After the confession that he never had a date or even kissed anyone in his life, Magnus had to make this privilege his. Alec was so lost in thought he almost banged into the front door, which Magnus was leaning against, looking at him through eyes narrowed to crescents. "What is it?" Alec said. "Never kissed anyone?" Magnus said. "No one at all?" "No," said Alec, hoping this didn't disqualify him from being datable. "Not a real kiss —" "Come here." Magnus took him by the elbows and pulled him close. For a moment Magnus just melted in the feeling of being so close, loved the fact that Alec only was an inch smaller, he could feel the strength of that trained body Alec tried to hide under those shabby clothes, they just fit together perfectly. Magnus' finger was under his chin, tilting his face up, and then they were kissing. Alec let a small hitching gasp come from his throat and then their mouths were pressed together with a sort of controlled urgency. Magnus relished in the feeling of Alecs soft warm lips, before parting them softly and exploring his mouth: a symphony of lips, teeth, tongue, every movement a lesson to learn what Alec likes and making his own heartbeat faster.

Magnus jerked with surprise as Alec found the strip of naked skin at his waist with his fingers and slid his hands up Magnus' shirt, who would have thought the shy guy would get perky? After a few seconds he relaxed again, his hands running down Alec's arms, over his chest, his waist, finding the belt loops on Alec's jeans and using them to pull him closer. Not enough... still not close enough was all Magnus could think. One hand glided to Alecs lower back pressing his fingertips into his spine and with that, the young man even closer to his hungry mouth. He tasted so good, of the chai latte he sipped a few minutes ago and of just Alec. Then his hand made its way up Alecs back, softly massaging his spine through the shirt till he felt the small hair of his neck, playing softly with it. His mouth left Alec's and his lips pressed to the soft skin of Alecs throat, his breathing was fast just like Alecs. He breathed in deeply and let his tongue slide over the sensitive skin, nearly getting lost in the smell and taste of somehow fresh air and cedar and the sound of the moans that left Alecs lips as he began sucking the skin in his mouth, leaving his mark and moaning himself. Before he lost all his self control, he let Alec go and ignored the disappointed exhale he could feel as it grazed his ear.

"Now you've been kissed," he said, reached behind him, and yanked the door open. "See you Friday?" Magnus was watching bemusedly as Alec walked through the door a little dazed, then he reached forward and took hold of the front of Magnus' t-shirt and dragged the warlock toward him. Magnus stumbled against him, and Alec kissed him, hard and fast and messy and unpracticed, but with everything he had. He pulled Magnus against him, his own hand between them, and felt Magnus' heart stutter in his chest.

He broke off the kiss, and drew back. "Friday," he said, and let Magnus go. He backed away, down the landing, Magnus looking after him. The warlock crossed his arms over his shirt — wrinkled where Alec had grabbed it — and shook his head, grinning."Lightwoods," Magnus said. "They always have to have the last word."

Magnus smiled at the memory of that day, it was a hard task to still surprise him after all these years of his life, but Alec always found a way to exactly do that. And that's one of the reasons his thoughts ran to the same point every time since months, he had to make this life worth it, he wanted to live this life with Alec and die together with him at the end of it. For months his search went on, for a spell he could use or maybe create a new one himself. He didn't tell Alec something about it, didn't want to give him hope in something what's maybe impossible. Three nights ago he found something that could be it, he read it over again and again, now he's waiting for his retailer to be home and when he has got all ingredients he will try it, just waiting for the phone to ring.

Magnus rubbed his eyes and exhaled loudly, when was the last time he slept? He didn't know it anymore and decided he could lay down a minute. He picked up Chairman Meow with one hand, put his cell phone on the small table next to the couch, layed down in the ohh so soft cushions which smellt faintly of Alecs cologne and his skin. The Chairman was seated on Magnus' stomach, his head softly petted, fingertips crawling the skin behind his ears till he rolled himself into a small fur ball and purring in satisfaction.