A/N: So this has been playing around in my head ever since the last Malec scene of 2.07 and something along the lines of the closure I was hoping for at the start of 2.08. Probably going to be a 2/3 parter with lots of Malec angst and love.

Reviews and thoughts always very much appreciated :D

Magnus, you have nothing to worry about…I want this.

Magnus barely heard the final word leave Alec's mouth before he felt the Shadowhunter's lips crash against his own. Instinctively Magnus closed his eyes and leaned into the kiss, he could feel Alec's hands at his chest, hurriedly fiddling with the buttons of his shirt, eager fingers tangling in the beads that hung from the Warlock's neck. Magnus was vaguely aware he was moving, being guided backwards by the man pinned to him. It was only when the back of his knees bumped against the familiar satin of his bedspread did he realise they were in his bedroom. As his brain finally caught up with his body and the need for air overtook him Magnus broke his lips away from Alec's.

'Alexander…' he said breathlessly, eyes opening slowly he saw a panting Alec standing before him.

Alec however took the momentary separation of their lips as the opportunity to pull his sweater over his head, tossing the dark green garment to one side revealing his glorious runed torso. His arms quickly lunged forward roughly grabbing the hem of Magnus's shirt jerking it upwards, beads along with it. Shoes were also quickly discarded. Magnus Bane, the High Warlock of Brooklyn, stood completely powerless against the young Shadowhunter's desire. Eyes filled with something that made Magnus's groin strain and heart clench Alec grabbed him by the waist, hauling his body flush against him, a groan escaping his lips as burning skin met skin. Magnus felt Alec's hands settle on his lower back, moulding the Warlock's body to his as he guided their mouths back to one another. Magnus could have sworn he heard his name fall from Alec's in a rough whisper as their lips met again more fiercely than before.

Despite the desire he felt rising in his body Magnus willed himself to find the strength to obey the voice in his head telling him to stop, that this was going too fast, they needed to talk before things went too far. It was the voice which had yelled loudly when Alec first came in and flung himself into Magnus's arms, however now it was quieter, another voice was starting to take over. The one that revelled in the feel of Alec's firm body close to his, of the feel of his hands and lips, the voice that wanted to take him so desperately. But as Alec pushed his tongue into his mouth Magnus silenced the rational voice, revelling in the feel of Alec, his ringed hands delving into Alec's black tresses as their tongues warred forcefully. Alec had never kissed him like this before. Magnus's entire nerve endings were on fire, his body more alive and desperate than any magic he'd experienced before.

Suddenly Alec's lips were gone, moving hurried and fast across Magnus's face, skimming his jaw, throat and collarbone, nipping his skin a few times though he was more tentative than before. Whilst Alec's lips explored the Warlock's upper body, the hands at his waist slid lower and gripped somewhat clumsily at Magnus's ass, squeezing the soft flesh through the denim of his jeans. Unable to elicit any other reaction due to a combination of arousal and utter shock Magnus whimpered as Alec drove their bodies even closer together.

When did Alec become so bold? The hazy question floated through Magnus's mind as the Shadowhunter sucked at the pulse point on his neck. They had kissed plenty and things had gotten pretty hot and heavy recently, tentatively exploring each other but never like this. Alec had never been so desperate, so eager…so lustful. Any semblance of rational thought was quickly gone as Alec's hands moved between their bodies, fumbling to release the buckle of Magnus's belt. The warrior fingers so expertly used to gripping his bow struggled somewhat as they shakily unfastened Magnus's fly. Magnus could feel Alec's heart thundering against his chest, his breath ragged as he ran his fingers up the thick hard bulge, moulding his hand against it.

Magnus growled and bucked against Alec's hand, harder than he could ever remember being before. Whatever worries or reservations that may have still lurked in the darkness of Magnus's mind vanished completely in this moment. He could almost literally hear his self-control ripping in two. He grabbed Alec's wrist, yanking his hands away before roughly grabbing the Shadowhunter to reverse their positions. Alec now standing before the bed stared opened mouthed, bare and sweat glistened chest heaving before Magnus launched himself at him. Catching Alec by the neck Magnus covered his lips with a kiss which sent tremors through his entire body. The kiss was hard and rough, Magnus claiming Alec for his own, so much so his lips were bruised when they pulled apart. With more physical strength than Alec expected Magnus shoved him back onto the bed.

Magnus allowed himself a moment to take in the scene before him, Alec's perfect 6'3" body splayed exquisitely across the bed, olive runed skin stunning against the dark crimson bed sheets. Magnus's eyes memorised every inch of him; his strong arms, his toned muscles, the smattering of black hair across his chest, the faded runes that covered his skin. Magnus wanted to kiss each and every one. In this moment Magnus was certain he'd never seen anything as beautiful, nor had he ever wanted anything, anyone so badly. He wanted to taste Alec, hear him moan and come undone, screaming Magnus's name. He wanted to bury himself inside of him and lose himself completely.

Decided he would have wanted he wanted, needed so badly, with a wave of his hand Magnus magicked Alec's own belt and pants buttons open. Before Alec had time to react Magnus was atop him, mouth devouring his and pressing his body hard into the bed. Alec mewled against Magnus lips as the Warlock's tongue thrust into his mouth, much rougher than Alec had been, whilst at the same time grinding his hips against Alec's, feeling him thick and hard.

Alec's hand's roamed clumsily at Magnus's sides and back, as if trying to find something to hold onto. Roughly Magnus broke their kiss grabbing Alec's arms pinning them above the Shadowhunter's head before moving his lips to Alec's neck, kissing and sucking at his hot skin. Magnus felt the old-familiar beast inside him rising, the lustful demon who demanded payment with control and sex. Keeping one hand on Alec's arms Magnus slowly moved his mouth lower, tracing a path from Alec's jaw and collarbone to his chest, kissing and tasting him as he went, with his tongue and his teeth. Magnus grinned against the darkened runes as Alec writhed and moaned above him. Magnus's delicate yet powerful hands followed his lips, touching everywhere he could as he moved even lower, his tongue tracing down Alec's firm stomach, dipping into his belly button causing the Shadowhunter to gasp. Eventually Magnus settled at his destination, his hand moving to the hard bulge straining against Alec's half open fly. Magnus now saw the light blue of Alec's underwear and bit his lip. Hungrily he reached out, sliding his hand inside between the denim and cotton fabric. Alec's reaction was instantaneous and wild as he bucked violently at Magnus's touch.

'Magnus!' the Warlock's name was a desperate, almost pained hiss from his lips.

It was a subtle tone in Alec's voice, some may not have heard it but simply put it down to being lost in the passion of the moment but Magnus heard it. He looked up and saw Alec looking down at him, eyes full of lust, wonder and something else, something which tore at Magnus's soul…fear. It was only for the briefest of moments but it was enough to snap Magnus's mind back. Once again he took in the sight of Alec before him; chest heaving, sweat soaked skin, dishevelled hair, swollen lips and a bemused innocent look upon his face. Magnus jumped back instantly, sitting up, away from Alec, his own heart thundering in his chest as he forced himself to regain some form of control.

'Magnus?' Alec repeated his voice softer now, questioning as he sat up. 'What's wrong?'

Magnus didn't speak for a moment, still trying to gather himself. 'Alexander…' he breathed heavily, hands instinctively tracing his lips still humming from Alec's. 'We can't…we shouldn't…I think we should slow down for a moment.'

Though Magnus couldn't see his face he knew the frown set upon Alec's face as he spoke, 'What, why?'

'I'm sorry Alexander.' Magnus said honestly, for he truly was. 'I shouldn't have let it get that far, I shouldn't have been so…'

Alec edged closer, pressing his chest against Magnus's back. 'What? I don't understand, Magnus, we talked about this…'

Magnus flinched at the fire he felt when their bodies touched. Quickly he stood up and shook his head, still not looking at Alec 'No Alexander, I spoke but you didn't listen.'

Magnus heard as Alec rose from the bed; he set his hands on Magnus waist and forced him to face him. 'Magnus I told you, I want this.'

'I don't.' Magnus said simply.

Alec's hands fell away instantly, his face contorted in pain as though Magnus had physically struck him. It took all of Magnus's strength not to pull him back to him.

'Not like this.' Magnus added but Alec still looked confused. 'You're not ready.'

'I am.' Alec replied defiantly, though his eyes did not match the certainty of his voice.

'Fine, we're not…I'm not.' Magnus said.

Alec took a step backwards, despite himself Magnus couldn't stop casting an eye over his perfect body, the way his half open jeans hung loose on his hips. Magnus shut his eyes and willed himself to push the dark thoughts from his mind.

'I…I don't understand…I thought you wanted to, I mean you seemed…I thought you were…' Alec murmured. 'Did I do something wrong?'

Magnus opened his eyes instantly; he almost laughed at the sheer ridiculousness of the question but knew that would not help what was already a precarious situation.

'Of course not Alexander, I do want to be with you but I meant what I said earlier.' Magnus said as earnestly as he could, praying Alec would hear him this time. 'I may be experienced but this, you, is different. How I feel about you…' Magnus's voice faltered slightly. 'I don't want to ruin this by rushing things.'

'It won't, this will bring us closer.' Alec responded eyes more hopeful once more.

Magnus sighed at the young Shadowhunter's naivety; he needed to make him understand. 'Alexander…'

Alec stepped closer to him, 'No Magnus, listen to me, I want to do this. I want to be with you like this…completely.' Alec searched Magnus's face for some sign of acceptance, his eyes fell down to the very obvious bulge in Magnus's pants. 'I thought you wanted…me.'

Magnus felt more than heard the pain in the last word and cursed himself again for letting tonight have gone this far.

'I do want you Alexander, very much, I think what just happens proves that…' Alec opened his mouth to interrupt but Magnus shut him down with a curt look. 'but this is all so new for you. You're still figuring out so much, what you're feeling, what you want. I worry if we do this tonight, then you may…' Magnus paused. 'I don't want this…' Me, he thought. '…to be something you regret.'

Magnus final few words were so quiet he wasn't sure Alec heard them. Certain his self-control was firmly in tact now Magnus stepped forward and placed his hand on Alec's arm, 'You don't have to prove anything Alexander.'

The words were meant as a comfort, to reassure Alec and ease the obvious tension and uncomfortableness Alec now felt but instead they seemed to do the opposite. The confused and hurt expression on Alec's face was gone; instead a dark resentment flooded his usually angelic features.

'I'm not.' He spat bitterly, shrugging his arm free.

His voice was hard and cold. It was a tone Magnus had not heard from Alec in a long time, not since their argument prior to Alec's doomed wedding, the words Alec had spewn bitterly at him, You have know idea how I feel.

Magnus hand hung in the air for a moment, for once the Warlock unsure of what to say or do next, distraught at how quickly it had all gone wrong. There was no magic that could fix this. Alec turned away from Magnus and reached for his discarded sweater, dragging it on.

'Alexander, I didn't mean to…' Magnus began. 'Please let's talk about this.'

'There's nothing to talk about.' Alec said coolly as he hastily did up his pants.

'Please…' Magnus said stepping closer to Alec just as he turned, almost colliding with the Warlock and flinched. With unsurprising grace due to his Shadowhunter training Alec dodged out of his path, ensuring he wouldn't have to physically touch Magnus.

'Look I get it ok, I'm fine Magnus.' Alec said clumsily shoving his feet into his shows. 'I just…I need to go.'

Magnus heart ripped in two as he heard the crack in Alec's voice as he struggled with the final few words and fled the bedroom without a look back to Magnus, though he saw the tears in the Shadowhunter's eyes in the mirror. Magnus followed him but Alec used his Shadowhunter speed to flee before the Warlock could make it to the hall, Magnus could have stopped him with magic but as the heavy loft door slammed violently shut he knew he had to let him go. In their brief time together Magnus had learnt Alec was not someone to be pushed, he needed to come to things in his own time.

So Magnus stood alone, barefoot and bare chested, cursing himself and wishing by all the gods he could go back and start this night over. Something black caught his attention from the corner of his eye, he picked up Alec's forgotten leather jacket, Magnus felt a pained pull in his chest as he brought it to his face and breathed in the smell of Alec as a tear slid down his cheek.