A/N: This is a short Malec one-shot from Magnus' POV. I wrote it for my friend on Tumblr and then other people seemed to enjoy it so I thought I'd post it here and see what you guys made of it. As always, reviews and constructive crticism are welcomed :)
Magnus saw people in the way that only the immortal could really see people. He saw the secrets in people's souls; the parts of themselves they longed to keep hidden. He saw the deep yearning in Jace's liquid gold eyes for a girl he could no longer have. He saw the stubborn fire that lived in Clary's belly as she was faced with a life that was no longer normal in any way. And Alec. His Alec. Alec was ... different. As much as Magnus couldn't resist observing the pieces of their soul that both humans and downworlders kept so close to the surface, he didn't pry much further. Prying meant caring and when you had lived for oh-so-many years caring wasn't always an advantage. Getting close to mortals just meant more pain but Alec ... Alec was different.
They were both on the plush, scarlet divan that lay in Magnus' apartment, with their bodies pressed flush against each other, and Magnus could see him. He saw Alec like he'd never seen anybody else. That shock of black hair that refused to be tamed and was so soft to the touch. The pale skin swimming with faded white Marks that Magnus liked to trace, his index finger running a smooth pattern over Alec's neck along the Mark for 'courage' and making the younger boy shiver. The body that pressed against his, hard and firm with the muscles of a shadowhunter that reminded Magnus how strong the boy was. And then there were his eyes; two piercing blue eyes that made Magnus think of the sky after snowfall. If he looked closely enough they were even speckled with flecks of silver; twinkling stars. Whilst his parabatai was deemed the 'beautiful' one - all arrogance and buried pain - Alec was stunning, made up of sharp and distinguishable angles cruelly combined with a desperate wish to just blend in. Magnus knew that Alec still disliked being seen. Even now, below Magnus's tall and firm body, Alec was squirming under his intrusive gaze. Magnus smiled down at him and slowly moved forwards to meet the lips that were the colour of pink roses at dusk. The kiss was soft and shy at first, before Magnus felt a reluctant hand run up to his waist. He smiled into the kiss, relishing that Alec was finally beginning to realize that he could actually touch Magnus, and pressed his lips more firmly against the younger boy's. Alec's mouth parted slightly and he tasted like golden syrup and coffee, which Magnus was always intoxicated by. Their lips slid together as if they had been doing this forever and Magnus slipped one hand into the thick black hair on Alec's head, pulling him closer and feeling his mouth being willingly received. Magnus shifted his body and created a flash of friction between the pair as Alec gasped and Magnus felt the heat flare up in the other boy's cheeks. Chuckling, he pulled away and saw Alec's pale skin flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and passion. Their eyes locked and Magnus had the conscious thought that if they could combine their respective eye colours they'd make the blue-green of a wild ocean at the height of a storm. Whilst he was usually above such sentimentality, Magnus really couldn't think of a better way of describing their relationship. Slowly, he smiled and closed the gap between their lips once more.