The glow of light brought Alec out of his slumber. He couldn't recall falling asleep, but he didn't mind. He was comfortable and warm, and that's all that mattered to him. In fact, he was seriously considering going back to sleep when something tickled his nose. The resulting sneeze caused the tickling sensation across his face and he opened his eyes irritably, finding a cascade of glitter floating through the air. Glitter...

With a jolt, Alec realized the last thing he remembered was being with Magnus. He sat up rather abruptly, looking around the wildly coloured bedroom. No, this was not his own room.

Swearing, he scrambled to disentangle himself from the canary-yellow sheet, panic being replaced with dread. Earlier, it had been around sunset, and now it was bright out again as sunlight was trickling through the edges of the curtains. He was getting the terrible, sinking feeling that he'd-

"Good morning, Rover."

Alec jumped; he had totally missed the fact that Magnus was laying next to him, his hands folded neatly behind his head. Cat-like eyes regarded him with the slightest touch of humour. He looked so calm, despite how Alec was panicking on the inside.

"What time is it?" Alec responded, squinting towards the far side of the room where he knew a clock hung.

"Just past 8:00."

"A.M.?" he asked incredulously.

"No, it's just nighttime and the sun is out. The world changed while you slept, Alec."

Alec groaned, smacking his forehead with the palm of his hand. Everyone back at home would be awake by now. Jace was usually up early enough to catch the sunrise, and Izzy would have been sleepless with worry about him, thanks to the fact that he'd never gone home.

"Can I interest you in some breakfast? On the menu today, we have fried bat wings with a side of cow eyes."

"I'm glad you're so cheerful," Alec muttered, standing up. Admittingly, he'd slept far better than he had in some time. Or maybe it had just been different since he'd been sleeping with Magnus. "And... how did I end up in your bed?" he asked as he stretched his arms above his head.

"That should have been your first question, followed by 'what did we do last night?'," Magnus responded, but his tone was distracted. Alec glanced over his shoulder to find the warlock staring at backside, and he self-consciously realized his shirt had risen up when he stretched. Huffing, he settled the fabric down over the waistband of his pants again. Magnus only smiled.

"I don't need to ask the second one. I know you wouldn't do anything."

Magnus arched an eyebrow, perfectly capturing the cocky look. "Oh really? Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," Alec responded, although, suddenly, he wasn't sure at all.

"Huh. Well, to answer your question, you fell asleep laying on the floor out there, so I brought you in here. Figured you might get a stiff neck or something."

"Ah... Thank you, then," Alec allowed, striding across the room to the adjoined bathroom.

"Hey, I got you a toothbrush! I got kinda bummed out on you sharing mine all the time. Shadowhunter germs and all, you understand."

Alec rolled his eyes. "But yet, you like 'more tongue'," he quoted sarcastically, closing the door behind him. Some part of him had burned away the panic and dread of returning home, and was busy feeling giddy. He had his own toothbrush at Magnus' house... A laugh bubbled from his lips as he picked it up and gave it a once over, pleased to find it wasn't a cheap one that tore your gums up.

Alec rather liked Magnus' toothpaste. Magnus used to use some kind of mint flavour, but quickly stopped- Alec wouldn't even catch his breath when he did. He didn't like anything with that sterile mint smell; it burned his nostrils. Now the toothpaste was different, in an unmarked tube (of which Alec should have been suspicious about) and smelling a bit like citrus. It was nice, because after brushing, it felt like he'd bit into an orange.

He was experiencing that refreshed feeling now as he slipped the toothbrush back into the slot. He ran his hands under the cold water, splashing some of it up into his face. He was still flushed and his face a little hot, and he wanted a calm disposition to go back home with.

Walking out of the bathroom was like walking into a dust cloud, only these particles glimmered. Coughing, he reeled back into the doorway. "What's with the random cloudbursts of glitter?" he muttered crossly, waving the shimmery pieces away.

"Sorry, babe. I was moving some blankets earlier and I found a whole bunch of glitter in bed with us. I'm shaking them out."

So, that had been what had woken him up. Alec stared at the increasing glitter collecting on the floor, feeling a little bit sick. He'd slept in that. "Well, I need to go."

"Leaving? I haven't even fixed my hair yet, I think that's hardly fair to judge so soon. I know I don't look so great in the morning, but geez." Magnus was looking at him now, his slender fingers still clutching at the blanket.

"No, I need to go home, Magnus."

"Hold that thought," the warlock stated, turning on his foot. "Nature calls."

Alec snorted, walking to the window and pulling back one of the curtains. He couldn't believe he'd just spent the night at Magnus'. What would Jace say? And Izzy? And his parents? Magnus has been all perfect gentlemen when he'd introduced him to his parents, but even this, Alec didn't think they'd go for. Because it just pointed to all the wrong signs and it really hadn't been like that.

Moments later, the bathroom door swung open and there was Magnus, looking all prim and proper- and only in boxers.

Alec, who'd been in the middle of swallowing back the nervous lump in his throat, took one look at Magnus and managed to choke on his own saliva. There was a quiet snap and the feeling left him, only being replaced with a slight weakness and radiating embarrassment.

"Wow. Here I was, thinking I was the highlight of your existance, and look, I'm killing you."

"N-Not funny, Bane," he muttered, fixing the curtain and then moving away from the window. "So not funny."

Magnus gave a noncommental grunt, walking past him towards his closet.

"I've managed to nearly choke myself here, and now I'm going to go home and get throttled..." Alec trailed off, shaking his head a bit.

"What if I don't let you?"

There was a sudden rush of movement behind his ears and Alec half-turned, but didn't get to complete the twist before he was slammed roughly back against the wall. A low gasp slipped through his lips before Magnus' lips were upon his, strong and willful. There was a lot of the same quality of their kiss last night, only this time, Magnus wasn't giving Alec a chance to react.

Alec's lungs were screaming for air when Magnus broke the kiss; the Shadowhunter took in a deep, shaking breath that quickly turned into another gasp as Magnus' lips were at his neck. Moving with an intense fierceness, they brushed over Alec's skin, drawing forth goosebumps where they touched. His heart was pounding rapidly and he knew Magnus could feel it when those lips stopped on the vein pulsing in his neck. There was a sudden cold, wet sensation there followed by a jolt of pain, one that caused a low moan to slip through Alec's lips.

"M-Magnus..."

"Yes, Alexander?"

He only responded by burying his hands into the warlock's newly prepared spikes. He could imagine the smile that had to be on Magnus' lips, and then they happened to get busy again on Alec's neck. Alec tugged on Magnus' hair- hard, pulling his face back to eye level with him. He pressed his lips against Magnus' quickly. He told himself he was only doing it so he didn't have a very noticable hickey.

Of course that wasn't the reason.

Magnus' cool hands found Alec's face, and when their tongues brushed, a small little shiver of anticipation went through Alec. He was supposed to be going home, a small voice protested, but, as if on accord, one of Magnus' hands dropped and snaked around Alec's back, drawing him closer. They were chest-to-chest now, and he could even feel the warlock's own pounding heartbeat through his shirt.

There was a sudden, sharp, stinging pain and the taste of blood filled his mouth. He jerked his head backwards; it hit the wall with a low thud as he realized it had only been Magnus who had bitten his lip, albeit a little hard. The warlock only stared at him, his lips bright with Alec's own blood, and a smile upon them. "Are you still sure I won't do anything, Lightwood?"

Alec wiped blood away from his lip, running his own tongue over it. "You wouldn't dare..." he whispered, although his words came out unsure, sounding that way through breathlessness and, maybe, just a little bit of fear.

"Wouldn't I?" A cat-like smile matched the cat-like eyes staring down at him, and suddenly, Alec felt anything but safe.

After Alexander has stated, Magnus has had 800 years... 800 years to lose his patience. Has he really snapped? Horny Magnus is horny, so can we say RAAAAAEEEEPPPP? Or does he merely have a point to prove... Pardon my ramblings, of course, I have a game plan for Chapter 3. This was just kind of fluff and smutty things.