A/N: HAPPY NEW YEAR!

I hope you guys had an amazing New Year's Eve and are just as hopeful and positive about 2014 as I am. New year, new chances, right?

I decided I'd start this year in the only right way there is: with a Malec fanfiction!

I have been horribly absent these past few months and I want to apologize for that, really, it was just that school and some personal issues took up most of my time. I'm sorry.

But now I am back, and I hope you are going to enjoy this thing as much as I did writing it.

I also know that I mostly write about gay couples but hey, gay is awesome. Some gay vibes a day make happy ;-)

Don't you worry guys, I already have some other ideas, non-gay and stuff. I just need to figure them out and think them through and things.

So, enjoy my little New Year's present and have an awesome time!

As usual, I don't own any of these characters, or the world, and so on. All rights belong to their rightful owners.

All I own is my imagination, and this is one of the things that my mind came up with.

It is set in City of Ashes, like the last Malec fic I wrote (behind the glitter, i am just another heartbroken guy looking for love; it would be awesome if you could check that out, too!), but it's an entirely different story. It's written from Alec's PoV and it's going to be a longer story, one of those huge-ass ones with sixtythousand chapters and stuff. The language is a bit worse than in my other fics (I am using insults and swear words more freely now) and there is possible smut coming (don't read it if you don't like it. If you do and it's bad, given the fact I never tried smut before, I apologize in advance). I don't know how long this fic will be, I'll just go with the flow and look how you guys like it and what ideas I have and, and, and.

You know what would be awesome? Reviews! Don't bother commenting, please, it makes me happy!

Have fun! I love all of you!

Cheers

Xx

first things tend to last, my dear

My name is Alec Lightwood. I am eighteen years old. I am a Shadowhunter. And I am in love with a warlock called Magnus Bane.

I replay these words in my head, over and over, again and again, trying to keep myself from freaking out. My mind can't wrap around those sentences, especially the last one, as if they're too big to understand. Not that I am slow or something, but this is huge. And it freaks me out.

I am sitting on a purple velvet couch, my hands on my knees, grabbing them so tightly my knuckles stand out whitely.

I am Alexander Gideon Lightwood. Everybody calls me Alec. My parents are Maryse and Robert Lightwood and I have a sister called Isabelle. We live in the Institute in New York City.

I am eighteen years old.

I am a Shadowhunter. I hunt demons and protect the mundane world from all the bad things they don't even know exist out there. I am not terrified of fighting anymore. My parabatai's name is Jace Lightwood. I used to be in love with him.

But that doesn't make me gay. It's just an ... incident.

People tend to fall for those they can't have. It's not a new thing to the world.

I am in love with a warlock called Magnus Bane.

I am in love with a warlock called Magnus Bane.

I am in love with -

„Here you go," said warlock interrupts my thoughts, handing me a pink cup with green and golden dots on it. I try not to think about how gay that cup looks and that I am far too manly for something like that and take it from him, avoiding any contact. I can't touch him or I'll just snog the shit out of him.

Somehow choking on my own thoughts, I force myself to smile and mumble a „Thanks," before taking a long sip of coffee.

Magnus sits down right next to me, a little too close, and smiles radiantly. „My pleasure," he says, almost in a purr, and I try not to choke again.

„So, Alec... What do you do, I mean, besides saving the world from the evil, evil things and playing the hero and blah-blah-blah? What are you interested in?" he asks, and I decide to take another long sip. And another one. And another. And -

oh shit. My cup is empty.

„Thirsty, hm?" Magnus smiles, and damn that smile turns me on so much. Unfortunately, I feel the need to be polite and my brain is too busy thinking about his delicious pink lips to make up a decent answer, so I just nod and stare into the rest of sugar on the bottom of my cup, trying to disappear to a place far, far from here. Far from the gay warlock with the cat eyes and the bordeaux satin pants that end mid-thigh and the pink cups with green and golden dots on them.

I work through my brain, trying to find a reasonable answer before I blurt out anything stupid. I am dangerously close to telling him that I have found warlocks with cat eyes and spiky black hair much to my liking.

„Ducks," I say finally, relieved to say something that's no where near any inappropiate feelings.

„Ducks? Like, uh, real ducks or... or rubber ducks?" Magnus asks, clearly confused. I try not to smile and go for the weirdest answer, nine hundred percent sure that he won't be able to start a conversation about rubber ducks. „Rubber ducks, of course," I say, satisfied with myself.

But then his face lights up. „Oh!" he says, „Did you know that I have about 400 rubber ducks myself? 366, to be exact." I can't help but stare at him, sitting with his steaming coffee cup in his hands, beaming proudly.

„Um," I say, „R-really?"

„Really," he answers, smiling even wider. „I used to collect them, you know. I can show you some, if you want me to. They're in the bathroom."

The bathroom. A room with a shower and a bath tub in which you can do dirty things to certain warlocks and -

I pinch my thigh, hard, trying to distract myself. I can't think about such things with him next to me, stretching out his long, long legs and damn – my body already reacts to him, down south. The knowledge that if I stay any longer, I'll do something I'll regret, sinks in, not quite fast enough. My mouth has already answered. „I'd love to go to the shower with you."

He cocks an eyebrow, smirks, and gets up. „Fine then," he says, and holds out his hand to me.

Fuck. I bite down on my tongue, hard enough to taste blood, and then force myself to get up slowly, ignoring the hand he offers me. I know it's rude, but I can't help it. Touching him is too dangerous.

But Magnus is Magnus and I should've known that you can't ignore something he wants; he takes my hand anyway, pulling me to the bathroom with him.

I am too distracted by his warm skin meeting mine, intensifying every one of my senses, so I only notice we're already there when he closes the door behind us and takes his hand out of mine. He locks the door, turning to me with a smirk, his hands already unbuttoning his shirt. I swallow hard.

„So," I manage to get out, voice quivering only slightly, „Where are those ducks?"

„I can show you something much better," he says, his voice deep and seductive. I can't help but feel goosebumps growing on my arms. Magnus notices it too, of course he does; almost torturingly slowly, he lets his shirt fall to the floor, grabs me by the wrists and pulls me close. „Did you know I always had a thing for blue eyes, Alexander Lightwood?", he asks, my name rolling off his tongue in a way that makes me shiver, and I can feel his breath on my face. I shake my head, unable to look or pull away, like I should have.

„Well, now you do," he says and leans in a little bit more, close enough that I can feel his lips moving when he talks.

„Yours have had me from the first second," he says, and before I am able to react or he can say more, or bodies are pressed together and we kiss, hard.

My arms go around his waist and his hands slip into my hair and god, he feels so good.

He runs his tongue over my lower lip and I let him in, wanting to taste him better, wanting him closer, wanting more.

Our tongues meet and I let out a moan involuntarily.

The noise startles me out of my trance and I pull away, shoving him with enough force to cause him to stumble and almost fall backwards. I can't feel bad because of that; right now, I am too busy panicking, wiping my lips with the back of my hand as if I could wipe that kiss away. That amazing kiss.

No!, I mentally shout, slapping my mental self in the face, Don't think like that! You didn't like it! You don't want to make out with guys! You're not gay!

„Alec," Magnus says, his voice surprisingly calm, given the fact we just made out while he was shirtless and I then broke our kiss all of a sudden and pushed him.

„Don't talk to me!" I yell, fumbling for the door knob and finally managing to unlock and open it. Without another look back, I race out of the apartment, down the stairs and out into the evening, as if I could run from everything that happened. I hear Magnus call out for me, but I just continue running as fast as I can.