Hi! This is my first attempt of fic in English. I really hope you will enjoy it ^_^ This is a good opportunity to improve both my English and my writing, so please leave a review, it will help me a lot... and to know that someone like my work will make my day =)

Sorry if Magnus and the cute Alec are OOC, and excuse me for the mistakes that may be somewhere. ( English is only my second language...).

Advertisement: This fic includes a romantic relationship between the two male characters. Please, don´t read if you will feel offended.

Disclaimer: This fic is based on the Mortal Instrumentsseries by Cassandra Clare. I own nothing. (Well, maybe the plot and some minor characters xD)

~Ink Bond~

by Jiraena

Prologue

-Victory-

The portal appeared in the middle of the small hall. They weren´t so many waiting for it to be opened, but all were important enough to make the arrival a political event. Leaning against a column far enough to see everything without being cachted in any of the conversations, he saw each one of the stares that almost everybody in the room dedicated to him once the magical door had started to shine.

That was good. He was perfectly aware of the show that everybody there was waiting for. After all, it was Magnus Bane who was entering the building with the results of the negotiations with the witches clan which had made itself stronger on Singapore. He knew exactly what were expected of a strange shadowhunter who, after risking everything he had for the person he loved, and fighting in a hopeless battle for survive, found that his shiny boyfriend had been sent in a diplomatic mission without return date. To a dangerous place full of deserters with magical power, far from the Clave´s influence, forgotten even by God.

He knew. All were waiting for him to behave as a furious child, demonstrate that they were right when saying that all the homosexual demonstration was a whim. He hoped all of them had something to read while waiting for it, because his plan was another thing entirely.

Two years and sinx months. Those are a lot of hours suffering with patience when you know that you are mortal and there is no much time left until the love of your life (who will never have more that seventeen) got bored at the moment you find your first white hair. Some extra years if, with luck, that special person loves you a lot and don´t mind to waste his time with a poor imitation of G. Clooney. His father conserved all his hair with 54 years, wich was supposed to be a good new.

He had managed to do something usefull during those years instead of hide in some black and remote place whimpering his pain as he wished. He had earned respect, because he knew it that was the only thing that could protect himself and his relationship from new attacks (there was no doubt about Magnus´ election being a sutil form of regection).

-Ambassador Lightwood.

A low voice desviated the bitter train of thought that had been advancing behind the impassive expression of the young man.

The owner was a tall warlock with amazing violet eyes and long white hair, dressed in a grey suit.

-Ewaln Laguna.-Answered Alec with a sincere smile,

Although he was the first person who had talked to him that night (probably because there must be something around his aura screaming that it was a bad idea bother him at that moment), the shadowhunter didn´t get upset with the interruption. Which was really short. Laguna just tapped twice his worked shoulder, returned a knowing smile and left.

The downwolder, recently elected head of the warlock assembly (Alec, since he was the one in charge of the relations Clave/Assembly considered polite learn enough from the ancient code they used to be able to call him by his title, which translated was something like "spokesman") was probably the only person there truly happy for the couple.

The warlocks needed Magnus. Alec had understood that a few months after his left. At first it was because of his power, now because of his influence. "His shadowhunter"was perfect: young, open-minded, and a too good fighter to be exiled or excluded from the Claves issues without more reason than his sexuality. They knew that, Alec too. And there began the career of the boy as ambassador. If the most important magical force of the alliance wanted a specific shadowhunter for the charge, the council hadn´t so many options of refusing.

He had done it good. Not just because it was almost the inly chance for him and Magnus, because he enjoyed the job. It was difficult to put order between both parts, but he had the biggest disposition to learn how to manage among the warlocks, and the others, after all, were his own race.

Finally, a shadow began to made her way across the light, slowly conforming the well-known silhouette of his beloved.

All the shocked calm that he had been maintaining for hours fell away from him at the time his brain let him believe what was happening. Because after two years and a half, he hadn´t wanted to be hurt anymore. Just in case he coudn´t stand it, and the basic of the emotional self-defense was to believe that all was a great lie. That Magnus wouldn´t be there for him as they had promised.

Because he knew that he could not afford to imagine that slim body between his longing arms, to discover that all was vain hope. It would be just too much, no matter how strong he has grew to be -if only a little bit- enough for Magnus.

But there he was, the light of the portal fading behind him. Alec let a little smirk cross his face: he didn´t need the special effects to see the scene in an eteral aurea. He was there. He was there. He was there...

And Alec had no need to imagine anything. So after study the figure for a minute, checking that, except for the glitter and the spiky hair they had bring his warlockback in one wonderful piece -maybe exhausted and with a defeated way of composing his shoulders, but with the same fierce look of his and the magical cat eyes focused in him- whispered three simple words that meant everything.

-Magnus... Welcome home.

He heard it. Of course. Alec knew it for the way in which his lips curved and his eyes sent out a slight glow one second before the world around them began to move again. Personalities greeting the man and asking him questions that no mattered at all. They hurried, slightly uncomfortable, knowing that there was a intimate reunion waiting for them to go away.

Alec leaned again against the column, trying to readjust his breathing. He had no more than five or ten minutes to be prepared to touch him, sense him, kiss him again. Since he just thought about it then, it was much to assume so suddenly. He put some effort in catch a note of his enchanting voice, the thing had proved more difficult to remember as it were. Nothing in the world could make him forget his eyes, and he dreamed often with his touch, but not hearing his voice in such a long time had been a slow and painful torture. Because the recall faded a little bit more which each passed day, and disappeared too soon. He was so afraid to forget as they wanted, so afraid to loose the only thing that had made feel complete in his life...

Someone touched his arm. It almost surprised him, and maybe would have if his trained senses hadn´t been focused in all that the air could bring of the High Warlock. It was Laguna.

-You should go. He can´t let them there greeting the air disappearing with a snap, but I´m sure that if you advance, you will incomodate them enough for leave you two alone.-He pointed, obviously wanting to finish the show.

Because if he was there was for the pure and vindictive show. He could had waited for Magnus at the home they had in Idris, instead of going there to performance the scandalous reunion that all waited and feared. He was looking forward to see how they would react in front of one of his best and strongest allies between the warlocks and one of his best fighters, both punished by them because of nothing, now being as out of the lines as they wished because they wanted and could.

He had even dressed himself with a glittered and tight black shirt, being his combat trousers more near to his skin than normal, put in his blunt boots. Apparently, Magnus had a similar idea, dressed all in black (with just an small concession of grey make-up around his eyes) and with his air down. His robes were as extremely tight as usual, his belt a silver and heavy chain. Alec noticed that all had the purpose of be scary, but integrated among the group of shadowhunters at the same time. The result was quite at the point, and in passing sexy.

He forgot that Laguna was there. He noticed at the moment he found hinself murmuring an "excuse me" and heading to Magnus´ position. The Ewaln had been right: the silence fell over the small group of no-matter-whos, throwing to his lover the perfect moment to claim an overwhelming tiredness with a sarcastic smirk just before proceed to ignore them and turned to Alec with the most relieved expression that the younger had ever seen.

It was their victory, he understood. They resisted, and know, they would show that.

Without any word. Alec closed the space left between them after the calm approach and kissed him.

Because it felt right to show it like the first time, screaming that he didn´t care while fulfilling what he had been dreaming for two years, six months and elf days... kissing that loving lips.

A. N/ Thank you for reading. Really. It means a lot for me =)