Not an Angel, Not a Demon
Dear Readers,
A/N— Just a short Malec drabble. This little idea kept distracting me from writing my other stories, so I had to write it down. Fluffy, I should warn you! Takes place sometime after City of Glass. Enjoy! And please review!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Mortal Instruments series or any of its characters. Those all belong to Cassandra Clare.
Rated T because I just feel like that should be the rating.
Yours in Fanfiction,
/Desperate For a Pen and Paper/
Alec was lying down on Magnus's couch, his head in the warlock's lap. The television was on, but neither of them was watching.
Alec was staring at the wall across the room, looking like he was deep in thought. Magnus was looking down at Alec, amazed at how cute the Shadowhunter managed to look when he was thinking. He almost regretted having to call his thoughts back to the real world. Almost.
He reached down and tugged on the hem of Alec's black t-shirt, startling the Shadowhunter out of his reverie. Alec looked up at the warlock, a question in his eyes. "What is it?"
Magnus yawned. "I was just wondering…why do you wear black all of the time?"
Alec shrugged. "…All Shadowhunters wear black. Black is good for demon hunting. Demons don't notice it as much as, let's say…" Alec turned to look at Magnus's green shirt. "As much as… jade, is it?"
"Lime." Magnus corrected offhandedly. "Though good try. And you're not demon hunting now. You could wear some colour when you're around me."
Alec shrugged noncommittally, and Magnus smirked. "Unless you think that I'm close enough to a demon, and that you should wear black anyways."
"No." Alec glared at Magnus, although no real resentment was behind the look. "You're not a demon. Not even close."
Magnus sighed. He just didn't understand why Alec was so vehement about the subject. Magnus had come to accept, at a young age, that he was part demon. He'd never liked that fact, but he'd learned to live with it. But Alec was insistent that he wasn't.
Magnus regarded the boy with curiosity, twisting a lock of hair between his fingers. "And why is that?"
Alec looked up at Magnus with that innocent look he loved, blue eyes melting into green. "Because you're good. Demons are not. So you're not a demon."
Magnus laughed. Of course his Shadowhunter had managed to put together a somewhat reasonable sounding argument.
"Oh, I don't know…" Magnus's hand went back to the hem of Alec's shirt. He played with the edging as he spoke, slowly drawing it upwards. "I don't think that I'm that good. I'm no angel. In fact, sometimes I can be quite…bad."
At that last word, he dropped his hand so that his fingers just brushed the hemline of Alec's jeans, which, as it was, hung quite low on his hips. The Shadowhunter gasped, and flushed dark red. His eyes fluttered shut. "But…but you're bad…in a good way." he breathed.
Magnus chuckled to himself. He continued to run his fingers across Alec's hipbones. "Does that mean that I'm good at being bad? Or that you think it's good that I'm bad?"
"I…I don't know. Both."
Magnus smiled, and returned to innocently playing with his boyfriend's hair. "Maybe," he mused. "Maybe I should start dressing in black leather. Or whatever it is that people who want to look wayward dress in. Maybe that'll convince you I'm bad."
"Mm-hm." Alec murmured, his eyes still closed, but breathing slowing back down to normal. "Go ahead. I won't stop you. Tight, black leather."
"Hold on a minute." Magnus smiled playfully, eyes sparkling. "I don't remember saying anything about tight."
Alec opened one eye, and smiled angelically. "Well, you did. You must have forgotten."
"Of course I did." Magnus leaned in, and gently kissed Alec on the forehead.