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Magnus vaguely remembered what happened last night and his head was killing him. He recalled being at a party, drinking heavier than usual, trying in no avail to erase the image of a pair of beautiful blue eyes from his mind. Afterwards he must have passed out somewhere, because what he remembered didn't make sense. He recalled creating a portal to the institute, and ending up to the boy's room. Okay so far. But then he remembered speaking with him and afterwards sleeping there, pulling him into his arms. That was definitely a dream since the Shadowhunter hadn't pushed him away when he did, but rather stayed and slept with him. 'Such a nice dream…' He sighed wishing it could have lasted a little longer. 'But how come I only slept with him in my dream?' He wondered. 'When I could have done so much more… It seems even my dream self realises he's worth so much more than that...'

He opened his cat-eyes slowly, blinking at the sun coming in from the half open curtains, he didn't recognise.

"How curious…" He muttered in a low voice.

"What is?" Came a soft question and he gasped surprised, looking at where the voice came from.

'It wasn't a dream…'

He was so certain everything was just a drunken dream, and was very surprised to find out he was wrong. He was even more surprised to see the beautiful Nephilim boy lying on his chest, looking up at him, not looking disgusted or uncomfortable by his presence, but rather staring at him with wonder…? He tried to regain his composure, and smiled at him.

"Good morning gorgeous." Magnus whispered still smiling, his voice husky from sleep, and the Nephilim swooned. Magnus wished he could wake up like that every day; that beautiful face being the first thing he'd see in the morning.

Alec was looking at him enchanted. His smile made his heart melt and he prayed he would stop looking at him like that, while at the same time, he wished he never would.

And then he realised he was still lying on his chest and hastily shuffled away from him apologizing and sitting up on the bed.

Magnus sighed at the loss of contact and reluctantly, he made a move to get up too, but the headache hit him full force, and he groaned falling back on the pillow, clutching his head.

"Are you okay?" Alec looked at him worried as the Warlock was obviously in pain.

"I will be…" He muttered, his eyes closed, pinching the bridge of his nose and conjuring a small vial with his other hand, blue sparks flying from his fingertips. He opened the bottle and downed the shimmering liquid under the Nephilim's watchful, concerned gaze.

After a few seconds, he sighed and opened his cat-eyes. "Much better." He smiled charmingly and winked at him.

Alec felt his cheeks heat up but ignored it. "What was that?" He asked, genuinely curious. He would never admit it but Warlock magic had always fascinated him.

"That was a potion I invented myself to battle hangovers. I did a great job on it, if I may say so."

Alec was really impressed but his "big brother mode" kicked in and instead of praising, he reprimanded him.

"Why did you drink so much last night? It can't be good for your health!"

Magnus looked at him surprised for a moment and then started laughing.

Alec pouted crossing his arms over his chest. "Don't laugh at me…"

"Oh Alexander…" Magnus said moving closer to him, his beautiful cat eyes shining with mirth. "You really are amazing…"

Alec blushed again, at both the proximity and the compliment. "I'm not amazing…" He muttered dropping his eyes embarrassed.

"Oh but you are darling. One of the Angel's blessed children, concerned about a disgusting downworder?"

He dropped his eyes even more, embarrassed, and got off the bed. "I'm sorry… Please don't say that…" He whispered, his back on Magnus.

The Warlock cursed inwardly as his words had the opposite result of what he wanted, and got up too, standing beside him. "Hey…" He touched his cheek softly and Alec raised his blue eyes full of guilt to look at him. "Please don't look at me like that Alexander. I wasn't accusing you. I know you're different."

"But…"

"As you told me yourself, it's not your fault. You can't help how you were born. Your people's faults and mistakes aren't your own. I'm not going to blame you for them. Not you… The second person that has ever been concerned about my well being."

Alec raised his blue eyes on him surprised once more and even more concerned. "That can't be true…"

Magnus shrugged. "In four hundred years, only a Warlock friend of mine has been concerned about me… And she's a kind doctor, she worries about everyone. And now you…" He smiled sweetly at him.

"I'm sorry…" Alec apologised again, sad about the Warlock's pain.

"Don't be." Magnus reached out to him and caressed his hand, then took it in his own, and as the Nephilin stared at him mesmerised, kissed it. "Thank you Alexander."

"You're welcome…" Alec blushed at his sweet gesture, still feeling the touch of his lips, suddenly overcome with a need to kiss him too...

Of course Ragnor loves him too since he is one of his closest friends, but I bet he didn't actually show it by being worried about him thus I only mentioned Catarina.

The next update will be tomorrow night or Monday! Will try for tomorrow!

I'm sorry the updates are being inconsistent but I'm not very happy with parts and wanted to edit more. (In the end I couldn't get enough time to edit... *sigh* Hope it's okay.)