Hey :) it's me again, with another little one-shot :) this time from CoA when Jace goes to he Seelie Court and Alec stays in his place. I know it had been done a thousand times already, but I had this idea and I wanted to write it. :3

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Be mine

Alec had never thought of possessiveness as something good. He had never wanted to see himself as a possessive person because that was something bad. Bad people were possessive. Valentine was possessive. He had wanted the Mortal Cup and now the Mortal Sword and wherever he went people got hurt, people Alec cared about. They got hurt by Valentines possessiveness.

Sharing things was a good thing. One could share a piece of cake and it would make the other one smile. One could share a secret and it would weigh less on one's shoulders because two people were carrying it. One could share joy, tears, guilt ...? Alec had grown up with two siblings, after Jace had become a part of his family there had been three siblings to share with. It was something Alec had had to learn from the beginning and he had always thought that he was good at it, that it maybe was something he'd even be better at than Jace - though he would have never admitted that thought out loud.

But then they had met Clary and Alec and to admit to himself that maybe he wasn't as good as he had thought when it came to sharing things he loved. He had become jealous and had been mean to Clary for no real reason - other than his jealousy. She hadn't done anything wrong. She had just stumbled into a world of which nobody had told her the rules. Her mother had gone missing without a trace and Clary had simply been scared and confused. It hadn't been her fault that Jace liked her. It wasn't her fault that Jace wasn't gay, that Alec himself was, that he was crushing on his parabatai who he wasn't supposed to like in that way anyway. But Alec had hated, almost despised her and it had scared him. He had known that he was jealous, but he hadn't been able to stop himself from being jealous, he hadn't been able to stop the pain.

He had been possessive of Jace, of the time with him, of his attention ... and he had felt filthy for doing so. Alec had been disgusted with himself, so when the inquisitor had called Magnus 'his warlock' he had been scared.

"Well, fairies like to take their time, so we will have at least some hours to kill", Magnus' voice sounded from the door and as Alec looked up he could see the warlock leaning with his back against the door smiling at him. It was one of those warm smiles that that lit up his whole face. "What do you want to do?"

Shyly Alec returned the smile and felt his cheeks grow warm at the same time. His fingertips lightly drummed against the cup of coffee he was still holding. It was almost empty.

"How about another cup of coffee?", he tried to reply with the same light tone, but it didn't sound that convincing to his own ears and he doubted that it would sound any different to Magnus. Nervousness lay like a heavy ball in his stomach and it made him almost feel sick. It wasn't because he was alone with Magnus. He had been alone with him before and it hadn't felt like this. But this time it was different because the others knew they were alone. Magnus raised one eyebrow.

"Another cup? Darling, I haven't kept count on the cups you've had these past days, but it can't be healthy to drink that much. When was the last time you got a whole night of sleep anyway?"

Alec looked at him thoughtfully. "I didn't have that much", he muttered absent-mindedly, "and as a shadowhunter I'm used to little sleep."

Magnus didn't really look convinced or appeased in any way. He just raised the other eyebrow as well. "However, but as long as you are under my watch for the time being, you are getting some tea, mister." With those words he pushed himself off the door and sauntered over towards the kitchen. As he passed Alec he stopped for a short moment to give him a quick kiss on his forehead and to take the sup from his hands. Alec rolled his eyes and Magnus grinned before he disappeared into the kitchen. Alec frowned as the warlock actually stayed there because he knew that Magnus had a kitchen, but he had never seen him using it. He took off his coat and lay it across the back of one of the chairs around the table which was still there and Alec had the feeling that Magnus was thinking of keeping it. He smiled at the thought of how the warlock always seemed to manage making the weirdest combination of furniture work.

"You actually know how to use the stuff standing around here?", he teased when he reached the doorway which led to the kitchen finding Magnus standing by the sink and filling up a water boiler. "Why didn't you just summon a cup of tea like you have done with the coffee."

The nervousness in his stomach dissolved a little bit as he thought back to the last time he had had tea at Magnus' loft.

The warlock pursed his lips and then he smiled at Alec with that mischievous twinkle in his eyes that made Alec's world turn upside down.

"Oh, I would have", he said and his smile turned into a grin, "but there is that really cute guy, you know, and he seems to have a bit of a problem with that whole summoning-thing because he thinks of of it as stealing." The water boiler was full and Magnus turned off the water. He placed the water boiler next to the sink and turned it on before slowly walking over to Alec who was leaning against the doorframe. Magnus stopped with their faces only inches apart. "So I'm trying to impress him by showing off my kitchen-skills."

Alec felt his cheeks heating up, but he didn't back away or broke the eye contact. Then again, he wasn't quite sure if he'd been able to so if he had wanted to. Magnus' eyes had fascinated him since that party where they had first met and he still couldn't understand how anybody could ever hate or even be afraid of him because oft them. They were mesmerizing. This whole man, this warlock was fascinating. He was unique, self-confident, simply beautiful ... and powerful. It was something easily forgotten due to Magnus' carefree attitude, the colorful wardrobe, the young face; that he was actually a very powerful warlock. He was the high warlock of Brooklyn and not just some teenager who knew how to enjoy his life. A man like him and he hadn't objected when he was called 'Alec's warlock'. Alec felt his heartbeat speeding up and something grew in his chest, a feeling that overshadowed his nervousness completely. Greed.

"I'm sorry", he whispered, fear weighing down his tongue. Magnus sent him a puzzled look and raised one hand to softly caress Alec's cheek.

"What for?", he asked in a low careful voice. Alec took a deep shuddering breath and bit his lower lip.

"That the inquisitor called you ..." He felt his blush deepen again. "'my warlock'." Magnus' look turned from confused to amused and then he smiled crookedly. He had so many smiles and they all had an extraordinary quality to them. How could anybody ever want to kill someone who could smile like that? But before Magnus could say something in return, Alec continued:

"I would ... I would never claim to ..." He gulped. "... to own you, to even think of something like that being possible, that I'd ever be able to ... to ..." He voice faded till it finally died.

Magnus tilted his head a little bit to the right side and just like the fluttering feeling of guilt in Alec's guts the distance between them dissolved as well.

"What?", the warlock whispered and his fingers that had lingered on Alec's cheek before traveled down to his chin and he could feel his fingertip of Magnus' index finger softly pressing against his skin. "That you'd be able to do what?"

The warlock's voice was like a spell engulfing Alec's senses, calming his heartbeat, the turmoil in his head, the prickling sensation running across his skin.

"To ever hold any power over you." Alec moved his own hands. He disentangled his arms which he had crossed in front of his chest and placed his hands on Magnus' shoulders relishing the feeling of warm skin and cool silk. The lump in his throat disappeared and suddenly the words were easily formed by his lips. "To ever make someone like you even look twice at me, not to mention, to keep you looking at me." His fingers traced the fine silk till they reached Magnus' hips where they found the belt loops to hold onto him, hold him near, scared of letting him go, scared they'd never be this close again. It was a well-known fear which felt like thin ice on his skin. Every touch, every kiss, every smile, every word, every moment alone with him could be the last one he'd get. Alec could feel the ice harden on his skin, growing thicker with every passing moment. He was a shadowhunter. This fear had always been a part of his life. Every moment someone he loved could die. Every fight with his sister, with Jace could be the last. Why did it never feel like it did now?

Alec pressed himself against Magnus. The warlocks arms pulled him in, held him close, his lips silenced every dumb word that could have left Alec's mouth. And the ice melted away, leaving only a faint trace of the fear behind.

After breaking the kiss they simply stood there in the doorway that led to the kitchen and Magnus held Alec in a tight embrace, his arms firmly wrapped around his shoulders. He let Alec bury his face in the crook of his neck simply listening to the sound of his breathing.

"A lot is going on at the moment", Alec whispered and Magnus nodded. Alec could feel the motion against his head. He had wrapped his arms around the warlock's waist underneath the silk. Silence settled around them and then Magnus broke it after a while by speaking up again in a voice that was barely more than a whisper and still it sounded so loud through the loft as if he had let out a scream.

"Would you want to possess me?"

Alec could feel his body tense, but he stayed where he was because he knew that if he'd pull away now the ice would instantly come back. He remembered the ugly face of his jealousy when they had first met Clary, the stabbing pain of his desperation to keep Jace close. Never ever did he want to become that person again though he knew that it would always be a part of him. Maybe one day he would tell Magnus. Maybe someday he'd tell him of the ice on his skin, but for now ...

"I don't like the concept of possession." And with that he moved his head a litte bit to press a kiss against the skin of Magnus' neck. "I'd still like that cup of tea."

A soft chuckle vibrated through the warlock's chest and it made Alec wish that they had met under different circumstances.

'Be mine', a little voice in the back of his head screamed.

That's it :) Please leave a review because I'm curious what you think about it :3 Tell me what you liked and what not. :)

And I'm thinking of maybe writing something about their journey in CoFA. Anybody interested? :)

Bye Pumpkin