I honestly wasn't planning on continuing this story, but I got a review saying I should. The funny thing is, I agreed with that person. Shout out to asdfghjklove09 for inspiring me, and to the other reviewers for reviewing.

Disclaimer: I do not Mortal Instruments. Cassandra Clare does. If I did, there would be more Alec and Magnus.

Janelle Monae- Many Moons

-Fartemis

~FO~

The drapes were thrown back by creamy, tan hands, letting bright rays of harsh sun seep through his eyelids. Alec groaned and pulled the covers up and over his face. Magnus frowned at his boyfriend and strode over to the bed. He seized the covers and threw them across the room. They landed on a very unfortunate Chairman Meow.

Alec groaned again and grabbed his pillow, throwing it over his face. His head pounded and his mouth was dry. He had never felt this way in his life; it felt like his skull was ripping in half. But he remembered why he did it.

The afternoon before, Magnus and Alec had been watching The Hangover, when Magnus suddenly said, "I bet you haven't ever been hung-over" with a smirk.

Alec had scoffed and searched for a lie to say back to him. "Of course I've been hung-over."

Magnus had chuckled. "Yeah, right, and I'm a pixie."

Alec then made a pact to himself to get drunk that night. And he had.

So here he was with a hangover, just to make his boyfriend see that he could be bad if he wanted to. And here he was, also regretting it. Magnus grabbed Alec's pillow and laughed when Alec grabbed his head in agony. He received a death glare, but after receiving so many in his long life, Magnus simply ignored it.

"Get up, lovely," Magnus commanded. Alec slowly sat up, his eyes barely open as the sun engulfed the loft room that the couple shared. The walls used to be bright neon yellow, with a black-framed mirror on the wall before a hot pink vanity table. The covers had been neon yellow as well to match the walls. But when Alec moved in with Magnus, the warlock had dialed it down a bit to accommodate Alec's lack of color tolerance. Now the walls were a light, canary yellow, and the vanity table was black, as were the covers on the bed. It actually looked like a room one might sleep in, or do other things. The window looked out onto a widespread Brooklyn and the rest of New York. It was beautiful sight, in a techno sort of way.

Magnus took Alec's hands and hauled him to his feet. Once up, Alec swayed with a dazed look on his face. Suddenly his face turned green, like he was going to hurl. "Magnus," he said, "I don't feel so good."

Then he threw up all over Magnus' beautiful, just-cleaned, white carpet.

Of course, this made Magnus furious. His green-gold cat eyes narrowed, and his hands shook while spurting blue sparks. Then he thought about why Alec had gone out and gotten drunk, and he realized that it was basically his fault. And he started to laugh. Alec looked up in confusion. Magnus was madly protective of his white carpet. He got it cleaned every Friday.

"Magnus, are you alright?" Alec ventured.

"Don't worry about it, lovely," Magnus said in between laughs, unable to keep a straight face. "Let's get you some breakfast."

~FO~

The kitchen was the only room in their Brooklyn loft that Magnus allowed himself pleasure in decorating, and Alec begrudgingly had agreed to letting that room keep its bright colors. After all, he couldn't have everything he wanted. The world just didn't work that way. Large, blue tiles covered the floor and walls. Magnus said that they reminded him of Alec's "beautiful, deep-sea eyes." The cabinets were midnight black, which went along with the Alec theme.

Magnus made Alec clean up while he cooked breakfast. Alec hated it when he magicked breakfast to their kitchen table without paying for it, so he had taught Magnus to cook. He would never admit, but Magnus actually enjoyed cooking. It gave him a sense of humanity, and he didn't feel like a warlock anymore. It was nice to experience what being a human was like. They were such fragile creatures, yet they tried their best to live and they accepted the fact of their inevitable deaths.

Magnus laid out the food on their circular, neon blue table (A/N: Remember this? "I love circular tables. They suit me so much better than square"). He had labored over two omelets with cheese and arugula, smoked bacon, and ricotta pancakes. He allowed himself one small magical pleasure by conjuring up raspberry tea. Magnus snapped his fingers and two tall glasses of the tea appeared on the table, one in his spot, and the other across the small table in Alec's spot, with a sharp crack. Satisfied, Magnus took off his hot pink apron and grinned to himself.

Underneath his apron, he wore a plain pink V-neck tee with black skinny jeans rolled up to mid-calf. His feet were encased in cream-colored Vans. His jet-black hair was styled up into a messy faux hawk, and he had on several red rubber bands on his wrist. Since it was a Saturday, the only makeup Magnus had on was black eyeliner. The ends up his hair were dyed pink.

Just as Magnus was getting two plates out of the cabinet so he could set the table, Alec strolled into the kitchen, ducking a little as he went through the doorway. The first time he came into the kitchen, he had hit his head on the doorframe. And it hadn't been very pleasant. Presently, Alec was wearing a loose-fitting navy long-sleeve sweater and dark jeans. His feet had bleached white socks snuggly fitted onto them.

As Alec entered the kitchen, Magnus looked up and gave him a wink and a sly smile. "Hey, sexy," he joked.

"Sexy?" Alec asked, opening the silverware drawer.

"Just trying it out," Magnus replied.

The two had finally sat down at the table to start eating breakfast when a very hard banging sounded from the front door. Magnus looked over at Alec with his eyebrow quirked suspiciously.

"You expecting someone?" he asked quizzically.

"Nope," Alec said. "Are you?"

"No."

Alec sighed and sadly got up from the table, his stomach rumbling. As he neared the front door, the banging got more and more intensified. Alec was almost scared to open it. He grabbed the door handle, turned it, and flung the door open.

And there stood Isabelle.

Alec let out a breath of relief. He barely had time to say anything before Isabelle, out of breath, pushed past Alec and into the hallway where Magnus had appeared, blocking her way.

"Move, Magnus," Isabelle demanded. She turned to Alec, only to see him blocking her way as well.

"Not until you tell us why you so rudely interrupted our breakfast," Magnus smoothly replied.

"Rudely?" Isabelle questioned.

"Yes, darling, very rudely indeed," Magnus retorted.

"Fine," Izzy sniffed with her nose in the air. "I guess I won't give you two these tickets to see The Fray." She pulled two gleaming tickets out of her purse and held them up high.

Alec's eyes widened. "You…you, Isabelle Lightwood, have tickets to see The Fray?"

"Yep. I bought four tickets for Simon, me, you, and Magnus to go tonight." Izzy sighed dramatically. "But seeing as you don't want to go…" She paused to put them back in her purse. "I guess we'll just take Jace and Clary. After all, they did just get married."

Alec whimpered. "Please, Izzy, if you take us, you can bring your laundry over for a month and I'll do it."

"Make it two months and you have your tickets."

"Deal."

Isabelle rolled her eyes and handed him the tickets.

~FO~

Alec ran through the streets of nighttime New York City, dragging Magnus behind him as they hurried to the subway station. They had to take the subway that would take them to Madison Square Garden. They would meet Isabelle and Simon on the way.

The couple finally stopped in front of the subway station where they spotted Isabelle and Simon hanging out by the entrance. Isabelle was wearing a short black miniskirt with a grey tank top and black stilettos. Her hair was curled and hung down to the middle of her back. Simon had on a brown Star Wars tee with the words 'May the 4th be with you' on it. Over it was a black blazer paired with blue jeans and brown Converse.

Isabelle beamed at them. "Hey guys! You ready to go?"

Alec excitedly nodded.

Isabelle smiled again. "Then let's go."

~FO~

Magnus and Alec smiled and laughed after the concert. That's all they could do. They had had so much fun it was indescribable. On the way home, they were passing by a nightclub. The music coming from inside was pulsating and making the ground vibrate. Strobe lights spilled out of the door every time it opened. You could smell the alcohol and sweat wafting from people's bodies as the moved and swayed their hips to the beat.

Magnus stopped and started to walk towards the club. He couldn't help himself, the urge to party was so overpowering.

Surprisingly, he felt Alec's hand in his own. Usually, Alec was afraid to outwardly show his love for Magnus, but obviously that night was an exception.

Alec pulled his boyfriend into the club. Immediately, they were sucked into the crowd of party-goers. Magnus could faintly make out a bar in the back of the room, and to the left was a DJ table. Magnus grabbed Alec's hand and dragged him to the center of the room where they danced with a hot passion. Slowly at first, then faster as they heated up and got more excited.

Magnus put his head on Alec's shoulder as they danced, his breath tickling Alec's ear. He began to nibble on it, and then he kissed Alec's neck down to the collarbone. With each kiss, a small noise of pleasure sounded in the back of Alec's throat. As a reward for the kisses, Alec crashed his lips into Magnus' and kissed him with zeal. His tongue slid across his boyfriend's lips, asking for entrance. Magnus let Alec's tongue part his lips and their tongues danced, sliding over teeth and gums.

"Don't you think we should finish up at home?" Alec asked, looking up at Magnus through his eyelashes.

Magnus winked at him before dragging him out of the club and into the refreshing night air.

~FO~

Cliffhanger! You'll find out what happens in the next chapter. Wow, that was my first kissing scene ever. It was so much fun to write. Anyways…

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-Fartemis