A/N: Hey peeps!

My second non-Harry-Potter-fic! Yay! Broadening horizons and stuff, you know? ;) Oh, and the archieve's growing! Wohoo!

I have to say that I joined the Shadowhunter-fandom only recently and I've just started City of Glass, so please don't slap me or hate me or spoil me or anything. Oh, and yes, I do know that Malec break up in CoLS and yes, it hurts!

I have to say, Clace is cute, but MALEC! OMFG! I'm just freaking out about them all the time!

So, I hope you forgive me for really becoming a Shadowhunter just recently and not having read all the books yet, and I hope you enjoy this anyways! It really means a lot to me.

Oh, and don't forget to r & r! ;)

Part 2 is about to come real soon!

Cheers!

Xx

behind the glitter, i am just another heartbroken guy looking

for love

„Magnus?"

The familiar voice faded through the apartment, and Magnus Bane looked up rather slowly, turning his eyes away from the newest episode of Laguna Beach only unwillingly. The young Shadowhunter he'd kept here for the exact amount of three hours and a half now in trade for Jace Wayland was starting to really stress him out. And Magnus Bane was never stressed out.

„Magnus!" The voice called again, louder and more urgent than before. Magnus didn't answer, though. He'd decided that if Alexander Lightwood felt the need to talk to him, he might as well move his cute little ass and not just stay put and shout as loud as his Shadowhunter-lungs would do.

Magnus was still thinking about the perfect shape of Alec's butt and how it melted into downright sexy, long, lean legs as the door flew open and hit the wall loudly.

Magnus winced, causing Chairman Meow, who'd been snuggled into his lap, enjoying the extra-cuddling, to let out a terrifying hiss and sink his claws into Magnus' right leg. Magnus let out a small cry of pain, and after unbelievably long five seconds Chairman Meow eventually pulled his talons out of the warlock's flesh, only to jump down from the couch and hide under the bed.

„Dammit, Alec! You nearly gave me a heartattack and my leg needs to be taken off now!" Magnus said, holding on to his bleeding extremity.

Alec snorted. „It's your own fault," he said. „You could've answered me."

„I – hate – you," Magnus hissed through gritted teeth, unbuttoning his pants, pulling them down halfways to reveal four deep, bleeding scratches on his thigh. He could've healed them easily, but he decided he'd rather keep complaining about the pain and have Alec look after him.

„No, you don't," Alec said and suppressed a grin. He knew exactly what the warlock was planning and there was no way he'd be playing along. „You love me; everybody does."

Magnus decided to punish him with silence, because threats didn't seem to work out the way he wanted them to. So he just kept his eyes on his leg, ran his hands over the wounds and watched them heal immediately. He was totally aware of the fact that Alec's beautiful blue orbs watched him as he waved away the blue, magic mist he'd caused to show.

„What I originally wanted to know was .. um .. do you know when Jace'll be back?" he eventually asked.

Magnus shrugged and continued surveying his leg.

Alec hesitated, but then he told himself that he was a Shadowhunter and not a coward and said, „Listen, I – I'm sorry. I didn't want you to get hurt."

Magnus' head snapped up and he stared at the young, handsome Shadowhunter with disbelief. He wasn't sure if what he'd heard had been actually real or just another weird fantasy of his – Alec never apologised for anything.

„Let – let me see," the boy mumbled, getting really uncomfortable under Magnus' cat-like stare, and before he could stop himself he walked over to the couch, sat down next to the warlock and ran his smooth, cool hands over the freshly grown skin of a muscular thigh.

The light, feathery touch sent a chill down Magnus' spine and he felt goosebumps growing on his arms. He started to shake lightly, and suddenly Alec seemed to notice what he was doing.

He pulled his hand away as if it'd been burnt, saying „Sorry, I didn't mean to, I .. um... sorry," and began to get up, but Magnus grabbed his hand and stopped him from running away.

„Don't," he said, making eye contact and putting Alec's hand back down on his bare skin. The touch electrified him, and he was sure his heart skipped at least sixty beats as Alec looked at him questioningly. „Don't what?" he asked.

But Magnus just shook his head and repeated, „Don't." He intertwined their fingers, lacing them together tightly, and looked down at them. He wasn't even sure himself whether he wanted Alec to not be sorry or to not take his hand away. Probably both.

Magnus lifted his gaze again slowly, making eyecontact with the young Shadowhunter once more, noticing how close they were. „Don't," he whispered once more, as if he was speaking to himself, and then he cupped Alec's cheek with his free hand and leaned in and they finally did what he'd been dreaming about for the past two months: they kissed.

And it was beyond perfect, better than anything Magnus had ever imagined. At first only their lips were touching, softly and in an innocent way, but then Alec opened his mouth a bit and Magnus slid his tongue inside and Alec's tongue touched his. It was wet, and warm, and juicy, and Magnus tried to bring himself closer to Alec to taste him even better. Alec's free hand traced patterns on Magnus' cheek and down his neck and inside his shirt and then, on his chest, Alec suddenly stopped – he tensed up, pulling away immediately and jumping up. His eyes were wide open with shock, his cheeks were flushed red and his hair was messy, but he didn't seem to care because he just realised what he'd done.

He'd been kissing a guy.

Magnus got to his feet, grabbing his pants with his left hand to prevent them from sliding down his legs, looking at the darkhaired boy in front of him.

„Alec-" he started, but was cut off by the sound of a closing door, footsteps and Jace's sharp voice calling: „I'm home, darling!"

Oh fuck. Magnus could see the blind panic in Alec's eyes, and then the door opened, and Jace, Clary and Isabelle stared at them.

„I – oh," Jace interrupted himself and Magnus realised dimly how the situation must've been appearing to them: he standing there with his pants halfway pulled down, grabbing them desperately, Alec in front of him with red cheeks and messy hair.

„Should we ... um ... give you guys some ... uh ... time for ... er ..." For the first time in his life, Jace didn't know what to say. To him, it was obvious what had been happening before they came in.

„NO," Alec said sharply, slowly backing away and walking towards the door. „Us guys don't need any time, but I will leave now."

He spit the word „guys" out as if it was burning a hole into his tongue or as if it is was something so disgusting he couldn't even bear to think of, and then he turned around and nearly ran out.

And he was gone.