A/N: Hey! So this is my VERY FIRST fic, so I apologize if its absolutely terrible. If you're feeling up to it, reviews would be REALLY nice (but you know, whatever).
Disclaimer: The Mortal Instruments is not mine (It belongs to Cassandra Clare), and neither are the lyrics to Total Eclipse of the Heart by Bonnie Tyler.
Special thanks goes out to my lovely beta, Vieux ! :D
Alec woke up at 6 am in Magnus' bed. It had been ages since he'd last seen Magnus. In reality, he knew it had only been a week- but that week had felt like eternity and a day. He was still tired because he'd been up rather late that night, but he knew he had to get out of bed. Isabelle and Jace were expecting him at the Institute in an hour, tops. Even without the morning rush, it would be tight. Magnus was curled up just a little way away from the tired Shadowhunter. He's intoxicating even when he's asleep. He swung his legs out of the plush bed. He didn't get very far before he felt a hand curl around his wrist. He sighed. It was never easy to leave Magnus, but the process was always easier when Magnus was still asleep.
"I think I'm sick." Magnus was lying on his back as he said this. He turned to look at the Shadowhunter who was currently on the other side of the bed rolling his eyes. "I'm serious. I think you'll have to stay here today and nurse me back to health." The light cough that followed sounded VERY fake to Alec.
With a shake of his head, Alec flopped backwards onto the bed and said simply "Magnus."
"What?"
"You're a warlock."
Magnus sat bolt upright and stared at Alec, disbelief on his face. "What? Really?"
Alec sat up with a sigh. Now that he was no longer under the covers, he felt rather cold. Of course, there was a very easy way to remedy that situation, if Magnus would stop being silly. But then again, his peculiar sense of humour was one of the many things Alec loved about him. And, though he hated to admit it, he really did have to go. "Yes, really. High Warlock of Brooklyn, in fact."
Magnus nodded his head a few times before answering. Now that Alec was upright and had a better view of Magnus, he was reminded that Magnus could not tolerate sleeping in any sort of clothing by the bare patch of skin showing on the warlock's hip. He could feel the blush creeping up his face already. Magnus' voice snapped him out of his daze.
"Hmm. I suppose you're right. What does that have to do with my current state of debilitating illness?" Magnus wiped what was apparently invisible sweat from his seemingly fevered brow with a dramatic sigh.
"Can you even get sick?" Alec was actually curious but Magnus was clearly not in the mood to give him a real answer.
With a roll of his eyes, he gestured dramatically towards himself before replying. "Isn't it obvious, Alexander?"
Magnus said his name slowly, and Alec thought that maybe it wasn't just the cold making him shiver. He muttered under his breath, "You look perfectly healthy to me."
"What was that you just said?" asked Magnus, his interest obviously piqued.
"What, you look perfect—" Magnus cut him off with a snap of his fingers and smiled triumphantly.
"Aw, thank you darling. Really, no need to compliment me, even when I look like such a mess, sick as I am." The cough that followed sounded even more fake albeit much louder. Alec didn't bother trying to argue the point.
This isn't getting me anywhere. Time to change tactics. Magnus had unconsciously moved closer to Alec in the process of cutting him off. Alec decided he was going to use that to his advantage. Moving even closer to Magnus, he lowered his voice to what he hoped was a seductive whisper. Leaning over, he whispered into the warlock's ear. "I certainly hope you're not sick, Magnus."
Alec heard Magnus' breath hitch, which made him smile. He started tracing lazy circles on Magnus' arm while waiting for him to respond with one of the inevitable witty remarks that he had grown used to.
Magnus' reply was surprisingly straightforward. "And why is that?"
"Because then I really shouldn't do anything like this for the next week." Alec didn't leave Magnus anytime to respond before kissing him gently on the lips. "Or like this." This time, he kissed harder and Magnus' hands moved to Alec's waist. Now it was Alec's breath that hitched. His hands were entangled in Magnus's hair and Magnus' hands at his waist was doing funny things to his heartbeat. Magnus smiled against his mouth and started moving his hands up Alec's back, under his shirt. It took all of Alec's willpower to break away. "So, since you insist that you're really very sick ..." Alec started counting in his head. 1...2...3...
"Alright, alright. I'm not actually sick. But there is one thing..."
"What?" Alec asked, suddenly self conscious.
"You need to work on your seductive whisper. You sounded like Chairman Meow lost his voice."
Alec brushed off the comment with a laugh. "Hmm. Maybe you are sick with something after all."
"With what?" He seemed genuinely curious.
"Withdrawal." Alec said with a small smile, as he slipped out of bed. This time, Magnus couldn't grab him quickly enough.
