Title: Abasement

Pairing: Malec (Magnus + Alec)

Rating: K+

Disclaimer: Each and every character mentioned belongs to Cassandra Clare and The Mortal Instruments series. I own nothing except the order of the written words.

Warnings: None.

WC: 1,400+ words

A/N: Here it is; my A-Z Malec one-shots! Please note that I am not sure if these ideas have been done before, nor do I know whether this general idea of a Malec alphabet has ever been done. Thank you very much for reading!

A is for... Abasement

"Alec," Magnus whispered to his boyfriend, whom had fallen limp on the couch, most likely asleep. "Get up, Alexander. You're drunk. Go into the bedroom, you'll catch a cold lying out here."

The last of the guests from Magnus's party had left only thirty minutes prior. It was Chairman Meow's birthday once again, and the only one in years that blasted cat had actually been present, so the warlock had decided to go further than usual. His apartment was squish-packed with the bodies of vampires, werewolves, faeries, and even a few minor warlocks. As he had not been monitoring the young blue-eyed Shadowhunter boy close enough, he had managed to get himself completely intoxicated. As soon as the last of the guests had left Magnus's humble abode—if you could call it humble, with its glitter-littered floors and brightly colored furniture—Alec simply couldn't keep his hands off of him, the stench of alcohol reeking on his breath. But it wasn't as if his hands were on Magnus in a sexual way; Alec was a very cuddly and tired sort of drunk, constantly hugging and kissing and burying himself into his warlock boyfriend, who was having none of his drunkenness. Eventually, seeing that his efforts were futile, he had collapsed onto the couch in a heap of dark clothes and pale skin.

Magnus groaned, shaking Alec's shoulder. "Alec," he sighed. "If you don't get up right now, I swear I'm going to put makeup on your face."

Alec's eyes flew open. "You wouldn't," he hissed, though his words were slurred and drowsy.

The warlock grinned wickedly, ruffling Alec's hair. "You're right, of course I wouldn't," Magnus soothed, "You can just go to sleep right there, and I'll get you a blanket, okay? I'll see you in the morning."

There was some inaudible reply as Magnus leaned down to kiss Alec's forehead, but the Shadowhunter was already fast asleep.

He allowed the Shadowhunter to fall into a deep slumber over the next hour. He had been watching some fashion television show, and only turned it off when the time struck three in the morning. Slowly and on his tip-toes, he grabbed his makeup bag out of the bathroom and crept into the living area. Magnus sat himself on the floor next to the couch, unzipping the bag and allowing a pile of cosmetics to land next to his feet. He pulled the blanket down from covering Alec's nose, not bothering to hide the soft smile that crept over his lips as he gazed lovingly at his boyfriend's beautiful face.

He quickly got to work, gently applying the makeup. Once finished, Alec was professionally decorated with lively blue and pink eyeshadow, thick eyeliner, bright blush, long eyelashes, and red lipstick, not to mention a festoon of sparkles adorning his eyelids. Magnus bit his lip with a smirk, planting a kiss on Alec's cheek, and retreating to his own bed, silently congratulating himself on his job well done.

In the morning, Magnus awoke extra early, waiting by the door silently, gawking again at his boyfriend's made-up face. The doorbell rang loudly throughout the house, and he wasn't really shocked that it hadn't woken Alec up from his deep slumber, considering his state the previous night. Without bothering to check whom he was about to grant admittance into his home, he let them up. Of course, it was Isabelle, Clary, Jace, and Simon.

"I got your message," Isabelle told him, "Is Alec okay?"

Magnus couldn't keep the grin from his face. "Oh, Alec is perfectly well."

"Then why did you—?" Simon began, being cut short by a groan coming from the sofa.

The warlock looked over at the dark haired Shadowhunter boy, who was sitting up groggily, rubbing one eye so the eyeliner smeared slightly.

Upon looking at his face, Isabelle and Jace held themselves back from bursting with laughter, Clary threw her hands over her mouth, and Simon stood there in disturbed shock.

"What's going on?" Alec slurred, still bleary from sleep, slowly rising into a sitting position.

By then, even Clary was smiling. "Alec… um, you…"

Isabelle and Jace dropped the floodgates and allowed the laughter to flow out of them, holding on to each other for support. "Alec, you, um, look great." She had to take gasping breaths in between every few words, the laughter hurting her stomach. "But I think you've been spending a bit too much time with Magnus."

Alec cast a curious glance towards his warlock boyfriend. "What…?"

Magnus picked up his bag that was set on the table and tossed him a mirror out of it. Alec lifted it up to his face and actually gasped at what he saw. "Magnus, you… you utter…I just…" No word was extreme enough for the rage he was feeling, and he let out an angry growl. "Everyone out!" he shouted at his friends, "Get out, go away!" He added hastily, "Now, before I send an arrow flying through your heads!"

Isabelle and Jace were both still choking on their laughter, though retreated through the door nonetheless, Clary and Simon hot on their heels. They knew they should probably leave him to settle his anger towards Magnus in private.

Alec's eyes filled with tears, though they were of resentment, as opposed to grief. "I hate you, Magnus Bane. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you."

"Come on now," Magnus sighed, "Hate is a very strong word, huh?"

"I don't care how strong the word is. I'm mad at you. I'm really mad at you, Magnus. You did this to me, and to top it all off, flaunted off to my friends your brilliant creation on the canvas that is my face. You said you wouldn't do it, and you did." He began to wipe furiously at the uncomfortable lipstick that coated his lips.

Magnus sat on the floor next to the couch, the same place he'd sat whilst applying the makeup. "I didn't know whether you'd remember that or not." He made a reach for Alec's free hand, which was forcefully pulled away once it came into contact. "You were drunk."

"I do remember."

"I'm sorry, Alexander."

"No, you're not," Alec pouted sourly, as if a two year old that was just denied a toy. "I don't forgive you, anyway. You're mean."

Magnus smiled slightly at his immaturity. "You're acting like a toddler, Alec."

The Shadowhunter looked at the red lipstick that now covered the side of his hand, and began to work away the eyeliner, not paying Magnus so much as a glance.

"Are you giving me the silent treatment?"

Still, Alec said nothing.

Magnus sighed. "Alec, I am very sorry. I didn't mean to abase you in front of your friends. If it's any consolation, you look extremely adorable at the moment. Not that you don't ordinarily look cute, but you look especially right now."

This time, the sour Nephilim gave him a look, sliding off the couch and sat in front of his boyfriend. His face was smudged with black marks, although the lipstick was completely gone from his lips, and the left side of his face, the side he'd slept on, was missing blush. "I forgive you for the vulgar abasement," Alec said teasingly, suddenly throwing himself forward into Magnus's arms. "I'm still mad at you," he added, grumbling, "but I want to cuddle, which is something you blatantly refused me last night."

"You were drunk," Magnus pointed out, "I hardly wanted to cuddle with someone who smelled like alcohol."

Alec breathed out a laugh, looked up into his yellow-ish cat eyes. "Shut up and kiss me, warlock."

Magnus did as told, pressing his lips to the younger boy's. After they parted, he said, "You haven't brushed your teeth since drinking, you know. Your mouth tastes vile."

He gave an amused look at Alec's shocked expression, waving a finger, causing blue sparks to erupt in Alec's mouth.

"You can do that?" he asked in bewilderment, running his tongue over the now smooth and pearly white teeth.

Instead of answering, Magnus kissed Alec again. Alec wrapped his arms around the warlock's neck, sitting himself in his lap, tangling one hand in his messy bed-hair.

"I love you so much," Magnus mumbled against his lips.

"I love you more," Alec countered.

"I love you to the moon and back."

"I'll love you forever," Alec smiled, pressing their foreheads together, looking into each other's eyes.

"I will love you for eternity, to infinity and beyond."

Alec pushed the warlock onto his back and laid himself next to him, intertwining their fingers. "I'm holding you to that," he mumbled, lips lingering at Magnus's neck. "I love you, Magnus Bane. I love you, I love you, I love you."