Hello, long time no see. This is my first Malec fic, I had a little explosion of fangirlish feeling and this is what appeared. Please enjoy and review if you please (Please?)

Warning: BoyXBoy (Don't like, don't read.)

I do not own the characters and if I did.. well, CoLS. You know what I mean.

There was water. Black, inky, ice-cold water. He tried to take a breath but that would prove difficult when there was no air and he wound up choking, trying desperately to get to the surface. But where that was exactly he couldn't tell. He tried to breathe again and black crept into his vision. He couldn't move, he couldn't breathe. Dammit! He closed his eyes, his lungs filling and he felt himself drop deeper and deeper and...

He sat up with a desperate gasp. His fingers grapping into the duvet as his eyes flew open. His breathing ragged as he stared down at the sheets and he closed his eyes, shaking his head once. It had been a dream. Only a dream. The room was dark, curtains drawn but a single sliver of orangey light slipped through the crack and danced over the bedspread from the streetlamp that flickered and buzzed outside. There was the dull roar of traffic off in the distance, the beeping of a tuck backing up somewhere in the city. Somewhere down the road someone shouted and there was a round of laughter. A car alarm went off.

"It was just a dream." He whispered and swallowed once, blinking the sleep from his eyes. His words were more to convince himself than anything and he let out a slow breath. "Just. A. Dream."

"M-Magnus?" He jumped a good two inches off the bed as the voice sounded from beside him and he turned to Alec who was looking up at him, "You okay?" The boy sat up onto his elbows and his eyes narrowed, "You screamed. Are you alright?" The Warlock didn't reply, instead shook his head very slowly as though to clear the fog that still lingered and reached a hand to touch his own forehead. He was too warm. "Do you want me to get you a glass of wat-"

"No!" The boy froze at his harsh tone that was almost loud enough to make the bottles on his dressing stand shake, "No." His tone quieted and he let out a shaky breath. "I'm fine."

The boy watched as he tipped backwards and landed against the colorful array of blankets. "Are you sure? You're really pale."

"I said I was fine Alexander." It has been a very long time since he'd had a nightmare. Especially one like that. His fingers fluttered to his neck, his pulse was going crazy and his skin was sticky. How very unpleasant. Alec was still staring at him, his blue eyes narrowed just enough that it was obvious he wasn't going to let this one slip between the cracks.

"What happened?" His words were almost drowned out at a sudden clap of thunder and lightning lit the room. Rain, as it had been far more subtle before, decided it was about time to make itself heard as it threw its full force at the bedroom windows and Alec's eyes widened as Magnus suddenly disappeared under the covers. The blankets flying up to cover his head and he heard a little almost whimpering sound. "What, by the angel, is going on?"

"I have hereby decided I loathe the rain." Came the whispered reply between clenched teeth and the Shadowhunter gave the smallest of smiles.

"Are you scared of lightening?" He asked quietly as he pulled himself closer to the Warlock whose reply was a shake from under the covers. "Thunder perhaps?" There was another violent shake and Alec sighed. "So the High Warlock of Brooklyn is scared of getting wet." He knew something was most unquestionably wrong when there came no reply, no sarcastic mumblings or grand denials, or inappropriate comment as a matter of fact. "Magnus..." He cooed and moved closer, gently pulling back the blankets.

It was rare to see the Warlock like this, well scared for one thing, but looking almost ordinary being another. They'd taken a shower last night so no glittering sparkles or makeup hid his true honey skin from the world. His hair was down, no color in it, just its normal back and a little messy from sleeping on it wet. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and his pajama pants were still hidden beneath the duvet so to Alec he just looked like, well, Magnus. His eyes slowly opened and he looked sadly up at the boy that was leaning over him, his bottom lip a little pouted and he winced as the water again decided to rise up a clamor.

"Did you have a bad dream?" The Warlock huddled back down into the pillows and slowly gave a very hesitant nod. Alexander was used to dealing with Max when he had bad dreams. Isabelle wasn't exactly the kindly loving older sister and their parents were busy most of the time. And let's not even mention Jace. And so comfort was hard to come by. The Warlock made a move and plunked his head into Alec's lap, burying his face into the too big shirt that he wore as a pajama top. The Shadowhunter gave a sigh and ruffled his boyfriend's hair. Magnus used one of those fancy shampoos that smelt like pomegranate and his conditioner smelt like cherries. One may normally think that those two scents wouldn't work together, but somehow Magnus was able to pull it off. It suited his exotic nature anyway. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"I told you it was nothing, Alec, darling. The rain just frightened me. That's all. You know how things in the dark can become frightening when you don't know what they are. You should know that better than anyone." He let out a sigh and rolled so he could look up at Alec's face.

"You're lying to me now." The Warlock didn't react, instead he reached up and intertwined his fingers behind the boys neck and gently pulled him down, lifting himself up so the muscles in his stomach rippled and their lips met just softly. "Don't lie to me." Alec whispered pushing the man down. "You were scared out of your skin." The Warlock didn't reply yet again, instead tipped his head to the side and bit ever so slightly into his lip, scrutinizing the boy's face then down his throat to his exposed collar bone and back.

"I dreamt I was dying." He finally whispered, "And I couldn't stop it. No matter what I did there was water everywhere and then I wake up and there water here too." He gave a little smile and nestled back into his shirt. "Can I stay like this?"

"You will no matter what I say, won't you?" The only reply was a noise almost like a purr and the Shadowhunter rolled his eyes and went back to playing with his hair. The clock made a little clicking noise and Alec glanced at it. It was two-o'-clock in the morning. The rain was picking up again and the thunder took it to another level. Magnus's heartbeat picked up too with the storm, Alec could feel it against his leg and something warm began to spread through his torso and he stopped his fiddling. "Magnus..." He felt a blush very quickly making itself obvious across his cheekbones as he notices the heat his boyfriends breath was making against his lower stomach. How his hand was resting lazily against his thigh. How Alec wasn't exactly wearing pants and all that was between something that was growing a little too sensitive for his liking and Magnus was a thin grey fabric. And how thinking about it wasn't easing the heat at all.

Luck seemed to be on his side as it was then, just when he thought he was going to go crazy, that there was a rapid scratching. It startled Alexander for a second and Magnus slowly stood from where he'd become very comfortable and hurried to the door. There was another burst of light and a rumble that sounded as though the roof was being torn off the loft. The Warlock opened the door and a small ball of fuzz launched itself up and into his arms and the man made a little cooing noise, cuddling his cat as though it was a baby.

"Oh dear, are you scared of the storm Chairman-meow? Well, you, snookums, can stay in here with us." He buried his face into the little cat's fur and moved over to a small box that sat at the side of the bed and plunked the ball into the soft interior where the cat made itself comfortable. "There. All safe and sound." He knelt and made a little kissy face, placing a kiss on the top of the cats head. Then his eyes moved up to the Shadowhunter that was looking down at him with a look of adoration and embarrassment.

"Do you want a kiss too, honey?"

Alexander blushed and looked to the side, "No that's okay. If you're feeling better then we should get back to sleep." Magnus smiled and slowly got to his feet but didn't climb back onto the bed.

"Are you tired?" Alec jumped as a pair of lips was suddenly very close to his ear and he let out something that resembled a whimper as they moved to kiss the juncture of his neck then his pulse-point, and then back up to take the lobe of his ear into his mouth. "Hm?" His voice was a cross between a purr and a growl. Alec shivered and lent back into the kisses as he felt a dip in the bed as his partner knelt behind him, arms wrapping around his chest in a terribly sensual manor. Long fingers running in the lines between his ribs, moving down to touch his hips, running up his side and bringing the shirt with them. Magnus actually laughed when Alec grabbed the shirt and pulled it back down. "Are we feeling a little self-conscious?" He hummed and his tongue slid down the very back of his neck in such a light way that the boy shivered, his eyes almost closing.

"M-Magnus..." There was a hand at the bottom of the shirt again this time not pulling it up but instead sliding his fingers just under it so the cool of his hands met the warmth and he let out a little gasp. His own hands reaching back to find the warlock's slim waist. "Magnus, please... stop."

There was a little intake of surprise then cold air played over his wet skin as the man sat back, one eyebrow cocked. Then the hands were gone and finally the indent in the bed.

"If that's what you really want." He whispered. He sounded a little hurt and a little thump of pity hit him in the stomach. The kisses hadn't helped the problem that he quickly hid with his pillow.

"You know perfectly well that tomorrow we're going out and knowing you, if you get your way, I won't be out of bed until two in the afternoon. Besides-" Whatever he was going to say next was immediately cut off by another pounding of rain, this one didn't let up and suddenly Magnus was buried against his chest, hands on his shoulders, sitting across his lap. His eyes were clasped shut, his teeth clenched and Alec couldn't do a thing but throw his arms around his lover and pull his closer.

"Oh, Magnus, Magnus, Magnus, what am I going to do with you?"

"Something hot preferably." He whispered back and looked up, his eyes shockingly bright and for a moment Alec was lock in the maze and puzzles of the green and gold and Magnus slowly sat up. One hand made its way into his hair and the other gently tipped his chin and their lips met again, this time not in the chaste way they had before but something hotter, something a little more passionate. Alec actually moaned into his mouth as that cat-like tongue slid over his lips asking for entry which was quickly given and he melted into his lover's body as his mouth was invaded.

"Magnus." He whispered, "We shouldn't."

"Your right, we shouldn't." He purred back and migrated down to kiss along his jaw, brushing his hair back so he had access to his neck and shoulder.

He moaned his name again, reaching to push him away but he couldn't seem to find the strength and he found himself ending up just resting his hands against his partner's chest. "J-just ...please." The warlock smiled, almost predatorily.

"Get on your back." The Shadowhunter was all too happy to comply and Magnus smiled again. "Good boy."

Oh. And I leave you hanging. Hopefully I'll finish this tomorrow and we'll see what happens.

Please review!~

~BBR