Author's Note- Hey sorry for how long that took guys. I had almost finished this chapter and my computer randomly decided to shut down, because it hates me.

So I couldn't exactly start it up again for awhile because I was kinda mad.

So finally I finished it. And don't you all forgot that all rights go to Cassandra Clare.

Also, I think I might do a third chapter. But it's going to be completely different. While also being connected. Yeah...

Alrighty, so read and enjoy.

Alec stood outside the door. His key was in his hand, but he couldn't lift it. It was still dark outside, most likely six in the morning. Alec knew that Magnus would be asleep. Maybe he should come back later… Or never. Yeah, Alec liked the idea of not having to face this problem.

Of course, he had already come all the way over here, he might as well go through with it. But then again, Magnus was asleep. It would be rude to wake him up; especially with Magnus already being mad at him.

But then again, Alec couldn't sleep with all of the nervous thoughts going through his head. And Jace would expect Alec to do this, so he couldn't come back and say that he just chickened out.

"What are you doing out there?" A voice crackled through the voice box next to the door. Alec jumped, staring at it as if it were covered in spiders. "Didn't that boy give you a key? Did you lose it?" The voice continued to ask questions. Finally Alec recognized the old lady down the stairs from Magnus's flat. Breathing a sigh of relief, Alec pressed his finger to the buzzer.

"I'm sorry miss, I'll go up now. Sorry to bother you," Alec mumbled, turning his key into the lock. It seemed his decision had been made for him.

"Kids," Alec heard the lady grumble before he closed the door.

Alec had to mentally prepare himself before going up the stairs. He focussed on his breathing, closing his eyes. "You can do this," he muttered to himself, before jogging up the stairs. It was now or never, so he had to hurry up and do it before he had a chance to chicken out.

Alec stopped dead at the door.

Again Alec worried about waking the warlock. Magnus was infamous for not being a morning person. Alec was pretty sure Magnus had never been awake at six in the morning; unless he'd stayed up the whole night. He was never known to wake up before twelve, so it was difficult for Alec when he wanted to say goodbye before going back to the institute. He was usually met with a pillow to the face if he tried.

Alec sighed, realizing that he was just clinging to excuses. He raised his hand to knock on the door. It was as if there was a force field over the door keeping him from knocking. Alec lowered his fist, sighing in embarrassment.

Alec raised his hand again, a determined expression on his face. His expression wavered. He lowered his hand.

Alec raised his hand then promptly lowered it again.

Raised. Lowered. Raised-

"For god sake just get in here," A voice barked through the door, again causing Alec to jump. Slowly Alec turned the doorknob. He pushed the door open just enough for him to slink through. He then proceeded to waste time closing the door, pulling his shoes off, his sweater, staring at the door, staring at his shoes, staring at anything other than Magnus.

"Alexander," Magnus spoke so softly that Alec was momentarily distracted and he looked up to Magnus. His heart skipped a beat as he took in Magnus's lack of clothing. Magnus never wore a shirt when he slept, and it was only from Alec's pleading that he finally started wearing pajama pants. They were currently slung low on his hips. Magnus's hair had obviously been gelled before he'd gone to bed, as some of the spikes were crushed, others sticking up at odd angles. Somehow, he still managed to look amazing. "Where were you?" He asked, crossing his arms, his sleepy eyes narrowing in Alec's direction.

Shuffling his socked feet, Alec shrugged half-heartedly. "Well…. I was at the institute. Because you left and-"

"And I was expecting you to be here when I got back." Magnus raised an eyebrow. "I'm the one that stomped out, so you were supposed to stay here until I was cooled down enough to come back; then we could make up."

Alex stared at Magnus, confused. It was painfully obvious that he was still new to all of this. "I thought you never wanted to see me again," Alec whispered, looking down. Suddenly he was enveloped in Magnus's arms, and he instantly relaxed. Leaning his head against the warlock's chest, Alec sighed in relief.

"Alexander, I don't care what we yell at each other because this doesn't feel like home without you here." Magnus smiled down at Alec, leaning in to press his lips to the shadowhunter. It had been a week since they'd even kissed, and Alec had to admit that he missed it. As Magnus's hands slid down his back, Alec realized exactly how much he had missed it. And yet-"Magnus, no. We need to talk." Alec pulled Magnus toward the couch before sitting down. Magnus looked ruffled, and he watched Alec cautiously. "Magnus, I am so sorry for what I said. I was just so frustrated and scared. I mean, you haven't… touched me in over a week." Alec's cheeks were flared with pink as he attempted to explain exactly what was bothering him.

Magnus's eyebrow raised and a feral smile graced his lips. "Well, how about we change that." He crawled across the space between them on the couch before pressing his lips to Alec's once again. It was hard to think when Magnus's hands were all over him. Of course, Alec did realize that Magnus was just evading. The warlock had never been a fan of talking things out, or being honest, or vulnerable. "Magnus, stop," Alec mumbled against his lips. Magnus took advantage of Alec's attempt to speak by deepening the kiss, his tongue running against Alec's lips. A soft groan left Alec, however he continued to push Magnus away, despite everything in him screaming for him to let it happen. "Magnus stop!" Alec ordered, his expression determined as Magnus finally pulled away from him. "Why have you been avoiding me this week. And why is it all of a sudden fine?" Alec just wanted to know what was happening. That was why Alec read every single book on hunting demons, history, he wanted to know everything he could so that he wasn't ever in a position like he was now. He was lost, and had no idea what to do. "Please Magnus."

Finally Magnus sat back, watching Alec through the same guarded eyes. Immediately when things turned serious, or conversations turned toward him, Magnus would grow cautious and closed off. "Alright Alexander. The truth is, what you said-about me not getting older-I've been thinking about that lately more than usual. I mean, I've lived for hundreds of years, and it's never bugged me to know that I wasn't going to grow older. I loved vampires who were as immortal as me, I loved werewolves who aged slower, so we could have longer relationships, and of course I loved other Warlocks. I've had one-night stands with humans. Nothing more, because I knew that there could be no future."

Alec had been steadily paling throughout Magnus's speech. He began wishing that he hadn't asked Magnus to explain at all. He didn't want to hear this. "Magnus, stop, it's ok."

"No Alec, you were right. I mean let's be honest, other than how I like my coffee, what do you really know about me?" Magnus pointed out. His voice, however, softened as he continued. "I had never expected you to be a one-night stand," Magnus chuckled affectionately. "You were so far in the closet that I knew you would have had an ulcer before you'd let me have my wicked way with you." Even while being honest and vulnerable, Magnus managed to be a pervert. "And yet, you captured my attention. Maybe it was the challenge," A small smile lit Magnus's face. "Or just those damn blue eyes.

"But I had to try. Even after you admitted to me that you were gay, after Jace proved to you that you didn't love him, after kissing me in the middle of the accords hall." Magnus hesitated. "After all that, it was still so hard for me to be with you. You never fully accepted yourself, and I knew that. Even now, I mean you hold yourself higher, and you smile more, but you still feel uncomfortable when I hold your hand outside." Magnus's eyes never wavered from Alec's as he talked. "And to top that off, an evil vampire bitch brings the realization to you that I have had past relationships. And it reminded you that we can't ever grow old and sit on matching rocking chairs on a farmhouse as our grandchildren play with the dog." Magnus wrinkled his nose. "Not that I'd ever live on a farm."

"Magnus, what are you trying to say?" Alec asked, desperate to get Magnus to his point. The conversation so far was seriously depressing him.

Huffing impatiently, Magnus rolled his eyes. "You know, not all of us want to be blunt and to the point all the time." After receiving a narrowed glare from Alec, Magnus conceded with a smile. "Basically, I never thought we could have anything serious. And so far I'm happy to be proved wrong. Yeah, ok so I'm going to be this sexy forever," Magnus pointed out sarcastically. "But I don't see what that has to do with us right now." Before Alec could interrupt, Magnus cut him off. "And I know that's not how you do things. You like having a game plan, thinking about where you want to live in five years, how you're going to deal with some shadowhunter problem that's coming up in a few weeks. All your life you've had to worry about the future to take care of everyone else, to constantly be sure that you're in control." Alec was amazed by how well Magnus knew him.

Suddenly the warlock leaned toward Alec, their lips just barely touching. It wasn't like last time, where Magnus was avoiding being honest by pushing himself on Alec. No, now the caresses were soft, his smile sweet and filled with love as he whispered against Alec's lips.

"Well maybe it's time to take a chance."