Alec Lightwood stood silently at the High Warlock of Brooklyn's door, debating if he should ring the bell, or just go home. But, the black-haired boy thought, where exactly was his home if not with Magnus? Jace was too busy with that damned mundane, and Isabelle with her stupid vampire, and every other downworlder there was. And he felt horrible because no one wanted him; no one would love him like he loved Jace, or how Jace loved Clary. Alec looked over his shoulder, and decided talking to Magnus in this state would not result in any happiness, he would just end up looking like an idiot or an ass.
As Alec retreated down the stairs, his feet like lead on the ground, he forced his head down, and didn't even hesitate when he stepped out into the cold rain. The drops hit him like needles, each one bringing him back to reality. At this moment he wished he had something to kill, something more pitiful than him, that he could defeat. Alec was not so lucky, though. He could feel his clothes clinging to him, and he got the overbearing feeling of suffocation, and the world was shrinking, leaving him under the spotlight. The rain hid his tears, but it could not deplete the loneliness eating away his mind, body, and soul.
Alec wished he would've had the backbone to ring Magnus's door, at least he could distract him for a few lovely moments, and give him the feeling that he was needed, not just wanted. Alec slipped on the smooth pavement, and lay, sprawled out on the hard, unsanitary ground, now looking as deplorable as he felt. Shoes clicked in the distance, and Alec didn't make a move to try and get up, the rain held him down in a sort. The noise grew heavier in Alec's ears, and he could see black boots out of the corner of his eye. There was a familiar scent that swirled in the air, but Alec knew it couldn't be him. He closed his eyes, waiting for the stranger to speak.
"Well," Alec breathed in sharply, "if it isn't my favorite shadow hunter." Magnus Bane. Thank the angel, I need you, I want you. I think I might love you… Alec thought as he looked into Magnus's yellow-green cat eyes. He smiled down at the younger boy, who stared back with an even face. Magnus's hair was still spiked, and his clothes were still dry, although he did not bear any make-up he still had a shimmery look to him. Magnus crouched down beside Alec, and gently brushed away the black locks of hair away from his face. The young shadow hunter could feel Magnus's feverish warmth emitting from his dry body.
"You'll catch a cold if you stay here any longer, and you have most likely already caught some fatal disease from this disgusting sidewalk." Alec couldn't help but chuckle, it was so nice to hear someone care. He let Magnus help him up, and followed him soundlessly through the pounding rain; enjoying the heat seeping into his body from Magnus's hand on his shoulder. Magnus said nothing as well, but could feel his intense eyes searching his body. Alec was shivering by the time he walked through Magnus's front door, the walk seemed twice as long as it was the first time he was there. He shivered lightly, and waited by Magnus's spotless white sofa.
"Well, don't just stand there, come on, hop into the shower, and I'll get you something clean to wear." Magnus had a slight accent, a kind of slur on his vowels that made him sound catlike and mysterious. Alec murmured thanks, and treaded carefully to the bathroom, making sure that he didn't drip water on anything. Magnus set out an old sweater and a pair of sweats for Alec, and waited patiently for him to finish. Alec fingered the old clothes, and unconsciously smiled; they smelled like Magnus, but didn't look at all like something he would wear. The pants were a bit big for him, and hung off of his hips, and he tried adjusting them multiple times but finally gave up. Alec walked slowly into the front room of the warlock's apartment.
"I made tea," Magnus pushed a cup into his hand, before waiting for a reply.
"Thanks." Alec looked down at the floor and then back at the attractive man standing beside him. Magnus watched as Alec anxiously fidgeted with the hem of his sweater.
"Can you just relax? It's making me nervous." The warlock crashed onto the couch, and crossed his feet on the coffee table. Magnus snapped his fingers and the TV remote flew into his hand.
"So," he smiled at Alec, who was still twitching around in the entryway, "my dear, Alexander, what shall we watch this fine evening?" Magnus got the exact reaction he was waiting for.
"Don't call me that!" Alec scowled. Magnus clicked his tongue in Alec's direction before replying, "you look so much better when you're not angry, you know, you could try smiling for me once in a while, it would make so much more…seducing." He gave an evil grin when Alec's face turned bright red.
"Fine you know what, I'm going home. I don't need your teasing." Alec made for the door, but was held back with a strong hand.
"I'll stop; I was trying to lighten the mood. You seemed so depressed when I found you, and you just won't talk to me." Because I'm so confused, why can't you see that, why can't you see that I might love you? Alec looked up into his face.
"I'm not depressed." He whispered defensively. Magnus ran his hand along Alec's cheek. "And I'm not dumb, Alexander." He played with the tips of Alec's bangs. Alec's eyes threatened to slip closed, but nevertheless, he still breathed out, "I told you not to call me that."
Alec leaned in closer; waiting for the kiss he knew would come. Magnus connected their lips, only a slight brush of skin, and Alec melted in his arms.
"Alec, are you just using me again?" Alec ran his hand along the tight muscles underneath Magnus's shirt. Maybe…but you've never cared before. Alec didn't reply, but looked into the warlock's eyes.
"I think you should go now." Magnus's eyes went cold, and his expression hardened. Alec's face dropped, and he averted his eyes to the ground.
"Don't make me go home. Please, just let me stay." Magnus sighed, but couldn't fight the pathetic look on Alec's face. Magnus embraced him, and Alec rested his head in the crook of Magnus's neck. He was content, and could smell the familiar smell of laundry detergent, and a light exotic smell that was Magnus.
"I'm not using you. I love you… maybe," he whispered so lightly he was unsure if Magnus heard him or not. Magnus smirked. Maybe was good enough.