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Chapter 2

Will turns onto his stomach, buries his head in the pillows on the bed, and closes his eyes. Magnus licks the bottom of Will's tailbone, right over his Agility rune, and shockwaves of stinging pain rip up Will's spine. Magnus's tongue follows the pain all the way up to Will's neck, and he brushes several wet pieces of hair from Will's neck and kisses him there.

"Have you ever done this before?" Magnus asks, and Will can feel the motion of Magnus gently touching himself. Magnus's voice is at a whisper next to Will's ear, and Will turns to him.

"Of course I have," Will says, and he closes his eyes as Magnus kisses him again.

They kiss and touch for a few minutes in this way, and then Will rolls onto his back and Magnus straddles his waist again. Magnus has dark, silky hair tracing a line down his lower stomach, and when Will runs his fingers up it, Magnus closes his eyes and moans softly. The physical effect of Will's touch on Magnus is apparent: the muscles in his chest contract and his spine relaxes a little. Magnus reached down, he takes Will's hand and gently kisses each of his bruised knuckles. He releases Will's hand, and Will runs his fingers down Magnus's chest, down that line of hair, to the base of his erection, and with no further prompting, Will begins stroking. When he gets his left hand involved as well, Magnus only becomes more like clay in his hands, just like Jem.

"Have you ever had a Nephilim?" Will asks.

"I have not," Magnus says, and he becomes so aroused that a bit of white fluid eases from the tip of his erection. Will considers rubbing his palm over it to use as lubricant, but then he feels his mouth water.

"May I taste?" Will asks. Magnus nods and moves farther up Will's body, so that he's straddling Will's chest. Will closes his eyes and opens his mouth, and Magnus slips the head of his shaft between Will's lips.

The drop of semen tastes like salt and sugar, and Will lets it sit on his tongue for a second before he swallows it. He imagines the drop running down his throat and sitting in his stomach, part of Magnus inside of him, and Will wants more. He sucks harder, deeper, and swirls his tongue around the most sensitive places. Magnus clenches his teeth and pulls on Will's hair, sinking his fingers in and scratching his nails against Will's scalp. Will releases Magnus, he prods his tongue against the tip again, tasting more, swallowing some. Then Will takes most of Magnus's length back into his mouth. He feels the smooth head rub against the roof of his mouth and Will resists the urge to gag. Instead, he closes his lips around Magnus's erection, places his hand at the base of it, and resumes stroking.

Magnus pulls away after a minute. He moves back down Will's body, presses his chest to Will's, and then finds Will's lips. He offers his tongue to Will and Will allows it. Magnus can taste just the slightest bit of himself in Will's mouth, and then taste makes the sex go from optional to necessary. He reaches down, seizes Will in his hand, and rubs. Their bodies act on their own accords, with sensitive places rubbing against one another, building heat.

In the small bit of light coming from outside, Will can see that Magnus is little more than skin, bones, and refined muscle… just like Jem. His back is smooth and contains muscle as well, and there's a black design etched into his skin at about the middle of his side. It's not a rune and certainly not a tattoo, but something different. Will runs his fingers over the design, and he feels his fingertips sizzle. Magnus gasps and sinks his teeth into Will's neck, sucking hard. Will's hips lift involuntarily, his body already priming itself for sex, and he rubs himself against Magnus.

"Magnus, I want you," Will gasps. Will grabs Magnus by the hair and crushes their mouths together again.

Despite Magnus's reservations, Will manages to kiss and touch Magnus in only the most sensual of ways, and it's not long before Magnus is fully, painfully, aroused, and they begin quickly, with little to no warm up.

With Magnus's first thrust, Will's eyes fill with tears and his stomach feels as though it has been ripped in half. He turns away, not wanting the warlock to see his tears.

"You're a virgin," Magnus whispers, sounding disappointed, "Will…"

"This way," Will says, and his face feels hot from shame as tears slip from the sides of his eyes. Magnus rests a hand on Will's cheeks and turns his face towards him, and he gives him a gentle kiss on the lips.

"You should have told me the truth," Magnus says.

"Please. I just want the pain." Will tries to look away again, but Magnus guides his face back. The black pupils in his eyes are huge, nearly covering the green part of his eyes, and Will realizes that he can actually look into Magnus's eyes and see more than silver and white.

"You deserve more than pain," Magnus says. "Here. Hold my hand and relax. Squeeze if you start to hurt, and I'll make it easier." He slips his hand into Will's palm and Will grips it tightly, intertwining his fingers with Magnus's

Will keeps his hand in Magnus's until something finally shifts inside of him and he finds himself feeling less pain and more pleasure. He opens his knees, giving more of himself, and Magnus takes it all. He deepens his thrusts and Will glances down at their bodies pressing together before he looks back up at Magnus. Will has a smile on his face. His eyes are wet with tears but lost in pleasure.

Magnus lays a sweating hand on Will's cheek and Will takes his hand and moves it to his mouth. He gently licks each of the first three fingers and then takes them all in his mouth, sucking carefully and gently as he looks up at Magnus. The dueling sensations threaten to overwhelm Magnus, and after a minute, Magnus pulls his fingers from Will's mouth and wraps his warm, wet hand around Will's erection. He begins to stroke, slow at first, and then quicker.

Will moans and pushes his hips into the air, and Magnus grabs him by the waist, and holds him there. He thrusts in and out over and over again as he strokes Will tightly. Will reaches up and grabs Magnus's hands, bringing Magnus's face to his as they kiss. Magnus takes Will's left thigh and pulls it up, allowing himself much deeper access, and Will cries out in pain and closes his eyes.

Magnus stops. His doesn't pull out, he just keeps Will's leg up at the angle that it is in, but he stops thrusting, stops moving, and just waits. He watches the boy beneath him who is a mixture of light and dark colors and thinks about everything he wants to know about this boy. Magnus knows love; he knows that it can be both fleeting and enduring, it can be temporary, yet eternal. His heart hopes for love, but his mind knows different.

Will can't remember the first time he saw Magnus, but he knows that since that day, he has wanted him this way, or, anyway he could have him. He was drawn to Magnus in the same way that he was drawn to Jem, unexplainably, intimately, relentlessly. In a world full of people who were all so very different, Will found two people who were nearly the same as he. Jem had moved on, but Magnus had remained the same.

Will opens his eyes, slowly, and looks up at the man over him.

"Will," Magnus says, and his voice is so soft, he could have just formed his mouth to say the word but put no sound behind it.

"I like you," Will whispers.

"I like you to," Magnus replies, and Will wishes he could clarify what he likes about Magnus, and how much of him he likes, but the words won't come, not yet. Magnus thrusts again. It's deeper now, and it feels as though Magnus is literally pressing himself into Will's soul. This is the closeness Will has been missing with Jem, and he thinks to himself that Magnus is right, that he deserves far more than just pain.

In moments they are slick with sweat and clinging to one another as they kiss and Will continues to feel Magnus hit the same sensitive spot again and again, deep, so very deep inside. He knows what is hitting and understands why it feels so good but he never knew how good it actually felt, as he's never had a chance to feel it this way before.

There is a slow burning ache building in his stomach, like pressure mounting in a volcano. Will starts to feel the deepest part of his stomach begin to throb, and it's not much longer before he throws his head back, and finishes all over his stomach with a breathless gasp. The sight and feeling of Will's orgasm pushes Magnus over the edge a second later, and he crushes his lips to Will's as he comes deep inside, injecting Will with a fluid that burns from the inside out. Pain mixes with pleasure and Will feels satisfied.

When their heartbeats finally return to normal, Magnus pulls out and lies beside Will. Will's stomach and lower body burn and ache, and he feels as though Magnus is still inside. He clings tightly to Magnus's body, drenched in moisture and warmth, and falls asleep almost immediately.

Will wakes up what has to be many hours later, his whole body throbbing as though he spent the night battling several hundred demons. His skin is dry and Magnus's back is cold with sweat where he lays against Will. Will's throat feels swollen shut and his face feels feverish. He can't get warm and he wraps his arms tighter around Magnus.

Magnus stirs, he pulls away from Will, turns over, and looks at him, trying to figure out why there's a boy he barely knows sleeping in his bed. Then Magnus gently kisses Will's forehead. He recoils when he feels the heat.

"Will, you're really hot," Magnus says, and he sounds momentarily frightened. "I'll mix you up something to bring down the fever." Magnus climbs from the bed, completely naked, and Will looks Magnus's body up and down. He rolls onto his back and buries himself in the covers.

"You had better not have given me demon pox," Will says, as sternly as he can manage. Then he vomits every last bit of his stomach's contents all over the bed.

Will wakes up hours later wrapped in a blanket on a cold tile floor. His head is in Magnus's lap, and Magnus is running his fingertips up and down Will's arms. He's still feverish but not achingly so.

"You've been sleeping," Magnus says. "You were sick, a lot. You finally stopped." Will's throat burns and his teeth feel chalky. Magnus offers water and Will drinks the cold liquid down and then lays his head back down in Magnus's lap. Magnus runs his fingers through Will's hair, drawing sweaty tendrils from Will's face.

"You're my angel," Will whispers.

"Far from," Magnus replies. "I found your stele in the hallway but I can't draw a rune. Let's get you to bed. I'll send word to Charlotte that you'll be staying here tonight." Will nods, slowly. Magnus offers pajamas and helps Will dress, and then Will drifts back to sleep and wakes up again to find Magnus carrying him down the hallway.

"My angel," Will repeats, and Magnus doesn't reply. Magnus tucks Will into the bed they made love in. The sheets are warm, soft, and dry, and the blanket covering Will is as fluffy as spun cotton. Magnus presses a stele into Will's hand, and Will lifts up his shirt and draws a healing rune on the side of his stomach. The rune flares brightly and dissolves quickly, without working. Will draws another rune with the same result.

"That's not good," Magnus says. "This is even worse." Magnus lifts Will's hand to show that the Sight rune on the back of it has been covered with a fine, red rash.

"Demon pox!" Will cries. "You've given me demon pox!"

"I've never had sex with a demon!" Magnus exclaims.

"You're half demon!" Will says. "You could have…" Magnus glares.

"I didn't give you demon pox!" Magnus is so distraught looking, Will can't help but feel sympathy, and something else, no, not love, or lust, but something for Magnus.

"It was worth it, you know," Will says, and he might be delirious but he sees Magnus blush a little and look at the ground.

"It kind of was," Magnus says. "I'll stay up all night looking for a cure for you."

"Come to bed," Will says, and he reaches out and grabs Magnus by the hands. He pulls him into bed. "You can fix me in the morning, as for right now…" Magnus smiles down at Will and then kisses him gently on the lips. "It was worth it."

Will drifts off to sleep in Magnus's arms, and his last thought regards how good it feels to be the one being held, this time.

Magnus stays up very late, watching Will sleep. He's more manageable, unconscious. The frown lines between his eyes have relaxed and his mouth hangs open just a little. He snores, a fact that Magnus finds endearing, and one of his callused hands rests against Magnus's chest, just below Magnus's heart, and it stays there. Magnus takes his hand and lays it over Will's heart, feeling it pound strong and true, and as much as he doesn't want to, Magnus forces himself to inventory the reasons why a relationship between a warlock and Nephilim wouldn't work. They are so different: they are practically a different species, and while being together doesn't violate the Accords, it most certainly is frowned upon.

Then Magnus starts to wonder how they might be the same, and he wants to know what they could have in common. A relationship is foolish, and crazy, and at the same time, possible. Magnus spends the rest of the night trying to decide what to do about the blue eyed boy in his bed.