Author's note: This is about half as long as the previous chapter. Hope that doesn't upset you. I used a couple French phrases I translated from Google Translate. If you are a French scholar and I got them wrong somehow (or rather, Google did), let me know how to fix them and I will. Enjoy!

Chapter Two

Alec sat up quickly. He had been dreaming of a demon that made the most awful hacking, retching noises. It wasn't one he'd encountered before. Then he heard the retching again and looked around. He was in Magnus's bed alone. The bathroom light was on. Magnus was making that noise.

He climbed out of the bed as the sounds of his warlock boyfriend continued. He walked into the kitchen and filled a glass of water. He walked into the bathroom and took out a washcloth. He wet it in the sink and laid it across Magnus's neck.

The warlock smiled gratefully as he reached up and flushed. He sat back and took the wet cloth from his neck and wiped his face. Alec handed over the water. He weakly swished some around in his mouth before spitting it out.

He sipped the water.

Alec sat down beside him. "Feel better?"

"A little." His voice was shaky and hoarse.

"Good." He reached up and smoothed a hand over the other man's messy hair. "I don't like this look on you."

"I don't like the feel of it. I hate being sick. I've never been ill. Ever."

"Well, what have you learned?"

"There's nothing to learn, that bastard deserved it." His face changed suddenly and he passed the glass over as he bent over the toilet again.

Alec rubbed his back.

Magnus sat back once more and took the water. "I feel disgusting."

"Perhaps you should take a shower."

The warlock smiled despite the rotten feeling. "Will you be joining me?"

"Do you even feel up to that?" he teased.

"No, actually. I'm spent."

"I know." He kissed Magnus's shoulder. "Then do you just want to go to bed?"

He nodded and stood shakily. Alec wrapped an arm around him and helped him to the bed. Chairman Meow jumped up on the bed as soon as his master sat down.

"Hello, Chairman." Magnus crooned as he lied down and gathered the purring cat to him.

Alec hurried out of the room and returned with a large bowl.

"That's my good punch bowl."

"I'm not cleaning up a mess if you can't make it to the bathroom."

"I'll never be able to use this again."

"You can get a new one. Hell, I'll get you a new one."

"It won't be the same."

"Then soak it in bleach for a week. You might not even need it." Alec sat it down on the floor beside the bed. Then he climbed on the other side. He sat up and combed his fingers through Magnus's hair. He started humming the lullaby from earlier.

"That's pretty." Magnus mumbled, rolling over to face him.

Alec scooted down on the bed and continued humming and running his fingers through his warlock's hair. He kissed his forehead and whispered the few words he knew. They were in French.

"You and your French." He said with a smile.

He chuckled. "Je fais de mon mieux."

"And better sometimes." He rasped.

"Stop talking, Magnus. That can't be good for your throat." He ran a hand down Magnus's cheek.

"It's not, but I don't want to sleep. I want you to keep talking to me."

"And I want you well. So sleep. We can talk when you're better."

"There won't be any talking when I'm better."

"If you want more talking, we'll talk more. But not tonight."

"Don't tease me, Lightwood. There will be virtually no talking when I'm better unless it's part of the passion."

Alec chuckled again, "C'est vrai."

Magnus laughed and rolled over, pulling Alec's arm over him. "Will you hum more of that song?"

The Shadowhunter did as he was asked. He snuggled close and they drifted off to sleep.