So, this story is now edited from the first to the very last chapter :) Let's hear a loud thank you to faithful muse for that :)
I'll repeat what I said about the setting for those who didn't read this the first time around: This takes the events in CoLS into account, but it's happening a few months (or even years, that's left to your imagination) after however Sebastian will try to burn down the world or whatever it is he wants to do. Because Cassandra Clare is surely not cruel enough to not make them come together again – at least that's what I hope
For a look into my writing progress (read: if there's any new Malec, and someday, there will be ;) ), tumblr is this way: galindaby. tumblr (without the spaces; the progress posts are tagged and titled but up until now tumblr still refuses to let me organize them beyond that :()
Part Four – Time for Glitter!
At precisely five o'clock in the morning, the alarm went off, causing Alec to practically jump out of bed. After he had regained his balance enough to prevent an unpleasant encounter with the floor, he gave the room a quick glance only to find that his favorite warlock wasn't in bed anymore.
Actually, that was almost worrying. Magnus insisted on his beauty sleep and it wasn't anything like him to rise at such an ungodly hour. Neither had he woken Alec with a kiss or snuggled up against him before he had left the bed, as was his habit.
Before Alec had a chance to panic over the fact that the warlock's side of the bed was actually made and felt cold to the touch, Magnus showed up in the doorway, two steaming mugs of coffee in his hands and a huge grin on his face.
"Missed me?"
Alec blushed involuntarily and made a quick grab for his coffee. He wasn't going to admit that his lover had him worried just by not being there when he woke up. After all, Alec was an adult, an independent person – well, until you got Magnus involved.
The warlock just smirked knowingly and sipped at his own coffee. Which of course wasn't just plain old coffee, as Alec's was, but a Cinnamon Dolce Latte from the nearest Starbucks. Every now and again he actually made the effort and went there, even paid for his beverages – if Alec insisted long enough – so they owed him one anyway.
Though the warm coffee calmed his nerves a bit, the Shadowhunter was still suspicious. Magnus getting up at five am, all dressed up, showered and with coffee already at hand? That couldn't be a good sign. Again, Alec's gaze wandered off to the clock. Then it finally hit him, resulting in him spitting coffee all over Magnus's canary yellow comforter.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing? That's my favorite comforter."
With a pout, Magnus snapped his fingers and removed the stains from the bed. Maybe he did put on a bit of a show – he actually had about five other canary yellow comforters around the apartment and it wasn't as if he even had to wash them – but still. He had principles and not even his precious boyfriend was allowed to just spit coffee on his furniture.
"You're going to dress me up."
Alec's voice dripped with horror. He knew what was coming his way – lots and lots of glittery make-up and probably even glittery hair gel. Along with the glittery clothes they had bought yesterday. This seemed to be an appropriate moment for some demon to barge in and kill him. None did, of course – the little bastards only ever showed up and tried to end your life when you had something else on your mind.
"Of course, my dear. My first client comes by at eight, and I can't introduce you like that. My reputation would be ruined beyond repair."
Magnus, on the other hand, was radiating with joy. He'd finally get his hands on Alec's flawless porcelain skin and his silky hair. He shivered with excitement at the image of how beautiful his love would look once he was done. Just the slightest bit of make-up, maybe a little bit of eye-shadow here, eyeliner there, and perhaps a bit of mascara... He'd probably have to chase off a bunch of admirers from his doorstep.
"Do we really have to do this? I mean, I don't want to ruin your reputation and as you said yesterday, I really don't have a clue about magic at all..."
"Stop trying to get out of this, Alec. We made a deal and I'm going to hold you to your word. I'm going to explain the basics to you while I'm busy with your make-up. Three hours should be enough to get you through the day, I think."
Alec highly doubted the truth of this statement. With a resigned sigh, he fell back on the bed, this time luckily not spilling any more of his coffee on the obviously invaluable comforter.
"It's not like I've got a choice, anyway. So, what do we start with?"
The grin on Magnus's face could have lit up the whole of New York City for at least two years.
"How about you get into the shower and I prepare everything? And don't you dare try to hide in the bathroom. I know exactly how much time you need to get ready and if you take a minute more, I'm going to physically drag you out of there."
Alec just mumbled something under his breath that sounded very much like "bossier than Isabelle at her worst", but obliged nonetheless. Ten minutes later, Alec leaned in the doorway, showered, teeth brushed, an uncomfortable expression on his handsome face – and clad in nothing but boxers, as Magnus hadn't allowed him anything else just yet. Personally, the Shadowhunter didn't really mind. He wasn't exactly looking forward to squeezing into those awfully tight leather pants.
Magnus finally lifted his gaze from the unbelievable amount of unidentifiable jars and pencils on his vanity table to give his boyfriend an appreciating look before returning to business.
"Sit down, darling."
Alec didn't move a muscle, gaze still transfixed on the heap of make-up and who-knows-what else on the vanity. He had known it would be bad, but that bad?
Magnus just chuckled quietly to himself, turning away from his torture devices to pull Alec onto the stool in front of the mirror. The poor Shadowhunter was too shocked to even think of resisting. Once he was more or less comfortably seated, he looked up into the mirror and breathed a sigh of relief. At least he'd be able to see what Magnus in his euphoria would do to him – or so he thought until Magnus flicked his wrist and covered the mirror with yet another canary yellow comforter.
"Magnus?"
"Yes, Alec?"
"Why do you have to cover the mirror? Does that mean I'm not allowed to see what you're doing to me?"
"Nope, not until I'm done with you, love."
"But-"
"No buts, Alec. Now, you better make use of the time I'll need to make you presentable and listen carefully. Your lack of knowledge when it comes to magic is indeed frightening, considering that you've been dating a warlock for quite some time now. After all, you read all the time. You never got curious as to what it is exactly that I do?"
"Well, you just do it anyways... It looks so easy to you. I bet it isn't, but it's just part of who you are. You don't know everything about Shadowhunters, either. And you've been around for quite some time."
"I may not know everything, darling, but I think it's safe to assume that I know a whole lot more about your kind than you do about mine. And just because it looks easy doesn't mean it is. Not even in theory."
Alec sighed, knowing this day would be even more tiring than he had originally thought, which was quite an accomplishment.
"I never said that it's easy. But before I met you, I didn't really have that much reason to read into warlock lifestyle, and ever since we met, Isabelle or Jace or Clary or the vampire or all four of them have somehow managed to almost kill themselves whenever I take my eyes off them for a second. I've been kind of busy and when I didn't have to save one family member or another I was too tired for scientific reading."
Magnus just snorted and turned to his vanity table, grabbing for something Alec couldn't identify (which was basically everything that had found a place on that table) before turning back to his boyfriend and starting to apply whatever-it-was to his face.
"And books about all kinds of demons aren't considered scientific reading?"
"Well, yes. But scientific reading that decides over life or death when I'm out there. Killing demons is what I do, after all. I usually don't go after warlocks, or any Downworlders at that, if they haven't broken the law. Thus all I need to know about them is how to keep my head on if they're not willing to cooperate."
The warlock just rolled his eyes and exchanged the jar in his hand for another one Alec didn't care to look at for too long.
"Poor little thing. Well, if we want to pull through with that I'll have to broaden your horizon, whether you want to or not. Let's start with the most basic lesson: The workings of magic in itself."
The second jar was returned to the vanity table. For a moment Magnus turned his back on Alec to look for something else. When he'd found it he told Alec to close his eyes and not open them no matter what. Alec decided it was wise to listen to that piece of advice when he felt something being applied to his eyelids.
"First of all you have to understand that nobody can really control magic. You can only control the part of you that is its medium. I can control my powers as in I don't accidentally burn down my own house, but if I, for example, summon something, I can't control where it comes from."
"Then why does your 'summoned' coffee always end up being from Starbucks?"
"Because I summoned Starbucks coffee. But I can't control whether that Starbucks coffee will disappear somewhere in New York or in Hong Kong. If I summoned just coffee, it might as well be from my next-door neighbor or from a banker in Manhattan. It would probably end up being my neighbor's coffee, though."
"Why?"
The pressure on his eyelids disappeared but Alec thought it was safer to keep his eyes closed until Magnus told him otherwise. This proved to be the right decision when the warlock's hand returned to his face with something that felt a lot like some kind of pencil. A pencil that was pretty close to his eyeball. Alec hoped that Magnus knew what he was doing since it would probably be quite painful if he slipped up with that thing in hand.
"Because magic is a lot like water in the sense that it always searches for the easiest way. It would cost a lot more energy and be much more difficult to summon the coffee from the other side of the world."
"But if you summoned something more specific? Something that only exists in one place, for example? Then it would have to come from there no matter how difficult or tiring that is, right?"
"Right. I knew you hid a smart head under that horrifying thing you call a hairdo."
Since it seemed wiser to keep as still as possible while Magnus held a pencil to his eye, Alec just snorted.
"As if you're not about to change that, too."
"Damn well I am. You're way too handsome to have people's looks drawn to the awful mess on top of your head."
The Shadowhunter rolled his eyes, knowing that even though he couldn't see it, Magnus would know. He was right.
"No need to roll your eyes, beautiful. Ah, there's that pretty blush I was waiting for."
The pencil finally left his eyes. Or so he thought. Once Alec opened his eyes after having been told to do so the pencil returned. The fact that it was now very close to his open eye didn't exactly reassure him.
"Now that we've established that magic has a mind of its own and is only inclined to do as it's intended because it's lazy as hell, we can go on with lesson number two: What is magic?"
And thus it went on. Magnus would do something or other to his face (later on also to his hair, but the face part left him a bit more worried) while at the same time explaining that magic was energy and the countless reasons why there was a difference between the kind of magic that could be found in Shadowhunter runes and that which required some degree of demon blood.
He also learned that while a warlock could get stronger by practicing, his or her power mainly originated from their ancestry, not from their age. From which Alec concluded that Magnus's father surely was one hell of a mighty demon, if not even a Greater Demon, if his son had managed to become High Warlock of Brooklyn. He refrained from saying it out loud, though. For some reason, Alec was rather convinced that the warlock wasn't too fond of the thing that had fathered him.
Magnus seemed to finally come to an end with whatever he was doing to his boyfriend and Alec was still listening attentively. If it hadn't been for the hands all over his face and his hair and the unholy amount of product he was being plastered with, he'd almost forgotten about the fact that he was currently suffering through a make-over. After all, magic was anything but a boring topic and Alec most certainly had no intention of humiliating Magnus today.
By the time it was half past seven and Alec was beginning to worry that he'd have to greet the warlock's client in nothing but his boxers and with a growling stomach, Magnus finally deemed his work done. A few minutes later – after an epic fight with the skin-tight leather pants – Alec was dressed and contently enjoyed the breakfast Magnus had summoned from who-knows-where in the meantime.
"So, we've still got a few minutes left. Do you want to see the result of my hard work?"
Alec really wasn't too sure about that. He had a feeling his fear that a look in the mirror would mentally scar him for the rest of his life wasn't all that unfounded. So he just took his time chewing on a piece of bacon and considering his options. He'd make a fool of himself either way, whether he was aware what he was looking like or not. On the other hand he was actually curious how much Magnus had changed about his looks. Would the warlock prefer whatever he'd be seeing in the mirror to his usual self and expect him to walk around like that more often? Hopefully not.
In the end, Alec decided that there basically was no way around it and he'd just have to go for it. Taking a deep breath, he pushed the plate aside and made his way over to the full body-length mirror. He knew Magnus would uncover it the minute he'd be standing right in front of it. Closing his eyes one last time he took another breath and finally looked into the mirror.
Alec couldn't suppress the gasp that worked its way up his throat as he looked at his reflection. Contrary to everything the Shadowhunter had expected from him, Magnus hadn't actually done all that much. Sure, there was a bit more color in his hair and a little signature glitter, but the make-up was really subtle. There were only the tiniest hints of eyeliner and eyeshadow to be found, but it was still enough to bring out the deep blue of his eyes. A faint trace of mascara added to the effect and for the first time, Alec thought he understood why Magnus was fawning over his eyes all the time.
Along with the exotic clothing, he very much looked like he'd have imagined Magnus Bane's assistant if you'd asked him to picture someone for that role. He was indeed convinced that he could survive the day walking around like that without dying of humiliation, no matter how many people got to see him. That was, if he shut his mouth and didn't let on how little he actually knew about magic.
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It turned out that there had been no need to worry. The better part of Magnus's clients were about as clueless as Alec had been at the age of ten. In fact, he was rather sure he'd known more than them even before the warlock's lecture this morning.
The first to visit them had been a young werewolf who'd had an argument with a vampire and wanted to get back at him. Usually, Magnus would have sent him back home straight away. He was High Warlock for a reason and tiny personal vendettas didn't even appear on his list of rendered services. But it turned out that aforementioned vampire was actually leader of a clan and that was where things became interesting.
Alec had merely shaken the man's hand after Magnus had introduced him as his assistant before he pulled back into the shadows and just watched. It was fascinating to see how Downworlder politics were discussed in the living-room he and the warlock usually used for a very different kind of activity. When Magnus and his client agreed on a nice little potion that would cause the clan leader to lie back for quite a while, Alec decided to conveniently forget that he ever heard about any of it. He was still a member of the Clave, after all.
After the third idiotic request that could severely endanger the relationships between the different Downworlder races, Alec questioned his sanity. He shouldn't have agreed to this. It was his job to stop those kinds of things from happening and here he was, listening to his own boyfriend helping to even make them possible in the first place. If there had ever been a worse Shadowhunter in the history of his kind, he wasn't aware of his existence. And if there was something Alec knew, it was Shadowhunter history.
But, as Magnus had rightfully remarked earlier that day, Alec had quite a bright mind beneath his usually messy hair. It didn't take him long to figure out that Magnus actually tried to keep things as light as possible. He talked his overeager clients into methods of revenge that wouldn't immediately cause a full-blown war (which were usually the sort they had in mind when they came to hire his services) and sometimes even convinced them to drop their intentions altogether – of course not without charging sums that even hurt to look at.
Alec sighed in relief when realization hit him. He wouldn't have to arrest his own lover, after all. Magnus kept things working between Downworlders instead of setting them against each other. If he turned them down, they'd only find themselves another warlock who didn't have the same scruples and would follow their instructions word for word if the price was high enough. So he made them stay and somehow managed to convince them that things could be solved with a whole lot less blood involved. Actually, the Clave should be groveling on Magnus's doorstep and hand him flowers or something.
Of course that would never happen, but Alec felt that maybe he could make up for that in their name. Once the last client for the day finally left the loft – another request for a potion and he'd insisted to be present during the brewing; Magnus almost blew up the whole building because the guy startled him while he was busy adding some ingredient – Magnus heaved a sigh. Dealing with morons could be rather tiring on some days.
When he turned around, he was met by Alec in his fabulous, Magnus approved attire. He couldn't deny that the tight clothes and the subtle make-up did something to him. The warlock had been pretty convinced that it was impossible for him to want his boyfriend even the tiniest bit more than usual but – just like every single time he'd thought he couldn't love Alec any more than he already did – the young Shadowhunter had proven him wrong.
And perhaps it wasn't just the outfit. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that Magnus felt insanely proud of Alec. He'd always known that the boy was smart and had a good eye for subtle differences if he wanted to see them, but the way Alec had casually adopted Magnus's behavior whenever he'd had to interact with clients simply blew him away. The ease with which he condescended to them – a certain streak of arrogance was in his Nephilim blood, he assumed, but some of it definitely wasn't. Alec seemed to know exactly when he'd be overstepping his bounds and acted accordingly, always balancing on that very fine line.
Moreover, he seemed to have kept in mind every tiny little detail Magnus had explained to him this morning – and everything about the workings of magic he'd ever mentioned before, it seemed. He put the few clients he'd actually had to converse with to shame – and one of them had been a warlock himself, albeit just a rather artless one.
To sum it up, all Magnus wanted to do right now was forget about the idiots he'd had to deal with all day and reward Alec for his good work. And maybe quite a bit of that rewarding part wouldn't be all that unrewarding for himself.
Alec, obviously able to read his mind, shot him a lazy grin.
"So, how did I hold up? Am I worthy of being called Magnus Bane's assistant?"
"Definitely. You did a great job. I never thought you would actually remember everything I told you. And not even just what I said this morning. I think I heard you say some things I mentioned in passing, weeks ago."
"What, you thought I didn't listen to you?"
"Of course not. After all, just about everything I say is important. But I didn't think you would memorize it like that."
"I said I didn't know what it's like to be a warlock, not that I didn't want to know. Just because I never asked you to explain it to me in detail doesn't mean I wasn't interested. I gathered what information I could."
"If you were interested, why didn't you ask?"
"I don't know. Maybe I thought you'd laugh at me. Or shut down like you did every time I tried to ask about your past."
"Alec..."
"No, it's okay. I could have asked. I just thought this deal would make it less awkward. Even with all this glitter on me." He pulled at one of the glittering blue strands for emphasis.
Magnus wasn't falling for the joke, though. "Alec, you know you can ask me anything, right?"
Alec's awkward smile softened into a look of adoration that sent chills up and down Magnus's spine.
"Of course I know that. I love you, Mags. I don't have to know every little thing you did in your past. Apart from the fact that it would take years to recount all of it, there are some things I'm not sure I'd even want to know too much about. Just like I'll surely never know all the finer secrets of magic, but I'd still love to know some of the basics. It's what you do and if I can live through a three hour presentation on the concept of Project Runway, I think I'll be able to deal with a bit of potion brewing or demonic languages."
"You slept through half of that presentation at the very least."
"I tried very hard to stay awake, but I just can't get myself to concentrate on fashion for too long! Magic is slightly more interesting to me."
"And why would that be?"
"Well, for one, I don't think fashion could actually kill me. And two, to some degree, you are your magic. I mean, it's been the only constant in your life, hasn't it? As fashionable as you may be, fashion changes all the time. I don't need to know which clothes are in right now, no one will ever look at them again ten years from now at the very latest. But your magic remains, and it defines a part of who you are."
Magnus swallowed hard and tried to keep the tears from spilling. Of course Alec would know exactly what to say. Of course he would.
"So that is what this deal has been about? That's why you accepted it? You wanted to know more about me but didn't just want to ask?"
"I guess you could call it that. And I was pretty convinced you'd make a much worse Shadowhunter than you did."
"So who wins?" Magnus chuckled. "Since obviously, neither of us was in it for the competition."
"How about we say it's a tie?"
"Sounds good to me. Can I still give you your reward, then?"
"What reward? We didn't decide on a prize or anything."
"I think I mentioned soft and sensual not too long ago."
That adoring look was back in Alec's eyes and Magnus couldn't bring himself to look away. He knew that none of this had been easy for Alec. The Shadowhunter had done his best to give him his everything, no matter how frustrated or angry he got at him sometimes. Alec had gone and put everything he was down at Magnus's feet piece by piece, trusting him not to crush any of it.
They'd had their lows and their rough patches, times when Magnus was convinced the best course of action would be to say goodbye to Alec for good and just cut the boy out of his life. There were the times he'd gone and tried to do just that, only to find himself right back in the Shadowhunter's arms. Considering his history with religion, Magnus was understandably not one to believe in something easily, but he was convinced that he and Alec were meant to be. That this blue-eyed wonder was the one and that they could put each other through all the pain in the world and it would still be worth it for the things he felt when they were together.
In this moment, Magnus just knew that this was how it was meant to be. That they could somehow make it if only he could finally lower all those guards put up during his centuries of living on this earth. If only he could let that adoring gaze coming out of the bluest eyes he'd ever seen reach his soul and force him to give it all up. Every last part of himself, even what he wasn't proud of, given to Alec. Because Alec would just note them and accept them for what they were, parts of him. In this moment, Magnus knew that there was nothing that would be able to make Alec love him less than he did right now. Whatever Magnus told him could only make that bond between them grow stronger.
Much to his dismay, the warlock could feel tears starting to build. Crying was the farthest from what he wanted to do right now but he just couldn't help it. Alec touched him in a way no one else had ever managed to touch him before, and for the first time in a very long time, Magnus was sure someone had changed the very core of his world. Someone with very blue eyes and deep black hair and the most gorgeous shy smile. Someone who was very far from perfect, but had the biggest heart and a pure soul. Someone who would always welcome Magnus back into his warm arms no matter which one of them had screwed up this time.
Swallowing the tears, Magnus crossed the last bit of space between them and pulled Alec into a very tight hug, holding him as close as he possibly could.
"I love you. So, so much, Alec," he breathed into his lover's ear, reveling in the shiver that ran down the Shadowhunter's spine.
"I love you, too. I love you so much it scares me sometimes," was the mumbled reply he received. Alec's head was buried into his chest and the boy used the opportunity to press a loving kiss directly above Magnus's heart. All the warlock could do in response was hold him even closer, though he had no idea how he managed to achieve that. From the outside it surely looked like they were trying to crawl into each other. Magnus wouldn't have minded doing just that.
Since, sadly, that wasn't an option, Magnus decided on a different course of action. Without any warning whatsoever, he lifted his boyfriend into his arms and stalked off into the general direction of their bedroom. The couch wouldn't do for what he had in mind.
"Magnus! Let me down! What are you doing?"
Ignoring Alec's protests, he finally made it into the room and over to the bed, where he let himself fall back, taking the other boy with him. Lying on the soft fabric of his favorite comforter with Alec draped on top of him, Magnus let out a content sigh. That was how things should always be. Just him and Alec and a lot of time and no one to interrupt. Tonight would be about them, even if the whole Faerie Court and the Clave came knocking on his door.
Still a bit startled at being carried through the loft, Alec needed a few seconds to gather his senses and shoot a glare in Magnus's direction. The warlock just laughed it off and ruffled his hair.
"You're so cute when you're trying to look like you're mad at me."
Alec rolled his eyes at that statement.
"Did it ever cross your mind that I might actually be angry with you?"
Another snort from Magnus.
"Oh, please. When you're really angry, you storm out of the room because you can never find the right words."
The indignant huff that was Alec's response was cut off by their lips crashing together. Deciding that kissing was a lot nicer than discussing what Alec did or did not do when he was angry at Magnus, they just kept going, their lips becoming more insistent by the second. When their tongues finally met, there was no going back.
Hands started roaming, and sounds of moaning and panting filled the room. True to Magnus's word, everything was slow, almost lazy, but all the more sensual for it. Every touch was soft and made with careful precision, as if the other would break the moment someone got too rough. Their tongues weren't so much battling for dominance as caressing each other and Alec practically melted against his warlock.
The pace changed very slowly, almost imperceptibly, until Alec was on his back, Magnus hovering above him, a predatory grin on his face. Alec laughed happily at the familiar expression and simply pulled his lover back down into another kiss. There were hands all over his sides and on his chest and lower, always lower, until one of them cupped his ass and Alec arched up into the warm body that surrounded him, eliciting a moan from both of them.
Still, things didn't get faster from that point on, though they definitely got more heated. Slowly, article by article, their clothes came off until they were finally naked; shirts, pants and underwear all over the place. It had taken some time to get Alec out of those unusually tight pants but it had been worth the effort and Magnus was glad that he'd decided to go without magic for once.
For a moment, they stopped altogether when Alec looked up at Magnus through his gorgeous long lashes, blue eyes made that much more astonishing with the help of the little make-up Magnus had used on him. The sight took the warlock's breath away and he had to remind himself that this beautiful, beautiful boy was his and that he had let Magnus do those things to him. That he would let Magnus do anything if it meant he'd be happier afterwards.
Everything felt so surreal that Alec wasn't even sure he was really there. It felt like he was floating on a cloud of happiness – warm, safe, loved. He never wanted to come down from the high he was currently on, solely caused by the one and only Magnus Bane, the love of his life. He felt as if he was watching himself arching up into the lean body on top of him when Magnus's lips wandered to that particular spot on his neck. But at the same time he felt everything, as if his senses were somehow heightened and every last detail of every touch was burning itself into his mind. He was pretty sure he would be able to picture this moment forever, even if he was eighty and couldn't remember his own name anymore.
Things became even more dizzying when he felt Magnus's hand approach his entrance. As the first finger slipped into him he realized Magnus had somehow found the time to lube it up. He'd obviously been too out of it to notice the sound of the cap being opened. Alec couldn't find it in him to care when, not too long after, there was a second finger inside of him and Magnus twisted them just right. He might have been screaming the warlock's name, although he wasn't too sure.
Suddenly, there were three fingers and Alec just wanted more, more, more. He tried to voice it as best as he could but he had a distinct feeling that what actually came out was nothing but needy moans and failed attempts at Magnus's name. His lover seemed to get the message nonetheless, and the fingers were swiftly removed. Alec let out a whine at the loss of contact that he would feel rather ashamed of later, but couldn't help it right then.
Thankfully, the fingers were soon replaced with Magnus's cock. The moment the warlock pushed into him, reality cut through the haze that had been fogging his mind. He no longer felt like he was floating and cut off from his body while simultaneously feeling everything so intensely. He was right back in the here and now and he used it to concentrate on his lover.
As always, the stretch felt heavenly despite the pain, and Alec had a feeling he'd never get over the way it felt to have Magnus inside of him, just to be able to feel him so close. But what was giving him even more pleasure was watching Magnus's face when he entered him, the pleasure he himself was able to make someone feel. The pride, the triumph that it was him and no one else that made Magnus feel so very good, drowned out the last remnants of pain and caused him to push upwards until Magnus was buried as deeply inside of him as he could go in their current position. Not caring about the slight burning it caused, Alec pulled up his legs until his ankles crossed over Magnus' back, forcing him to go even deeper.
The groan he received in return was all the encouragement Alec needed to move. Magnus followed suit, both their movements slow and languid. The warlock pulled out almost all the way at every thrust, slowly, gently pushing back in until he couldn't go deeper, brushing Alec's prostate every single time. Even though Alec had been turned into a moaning mess after the third stroke, he refused to act on his desire for more, to go faster, harder. He wanted to cherish this moment for as long as he could. This would be as drawn-out as it could possibly be and to hell with teenage hormones standing in the way.
Finally, neither of them could take it anymore, and after quickly locking eyes with him to make sure they were both way too far gone to keep it up this slow, Magnus pushed harder, faster, until Alec was screaming his name and he couldn't stop himself from whispering Alec's name into the boy's ear like a mantra.
After they finally came – together, as usual – Magnus wordlessly collapsed on top of Alec, breathing deeply in an effort to get some oxygen back into his deprived lungs. Alec chuckled just as breathlessly beneath him, somehow finding the energy to slowly draw lazy circles on his lover's back.
"How d'you do that?"
"What?"
"Still have the energy to move a finger."
"No idea. Do you want me to stop?"
"Hell, no. Keep it up. I'm just going to sleep."
"Could you roll over a bit, in that case? You're kind of crushing a few ribs and as much as I love having you lying on top of me you're very much a dead weight right now."
Magnus just groaned in response before rolling over ever so slightly, falling into place pressed into Alec's side, legs entangled and head on the Shadowhunter's chest.
"Your heart is still beating so fast."
Alec chuckled gently once more, hand moving from the warlock's back to bury itself in his gorgeous hair, the other one reaching out to intertwine his fingers with Magnus's.
"Happens a lot around you."
Smiling lazily, Magnus replied by moving his head barely enough to press a soft kiss over Alec's heart, immediately going back to using him as a pillow.
"Let's go to sleep. You look exhausted, love."
"Love you, too. In all honesty, I think you won this one."
"I think we both won. And I love you more. Go to sleep."
"I love you more. There's no way you love me more than I love you."
"Want to make a bet out of it?"
"Deal. I'm tired. Can we go to sleep now? I can show you how much more I love you tomorrow."
"Of course, honey. I'll see you in the morning. Love you."
"Love you, too."