Now this chapter switches from between Alec and Magnus. The switch is shown by a * in front of a sentence.

Magnus & Alec:

Magnus had been up all night thinking about Alexander Lightwood and the things he had said. He couldn't ignore it anymore. He had to know how that boy knew those things. Magnus hadn't ever told anyone –living or dead- about the things that this boy knew. He made it to the institute around 3 o'clock in the morning not caring if he woke the entire household. The bell rang more times then Magnus could bare, he had to know who sent them and why, and he had to know now! The door started to open slowly, so Magnus flung a hand out the help it along.

"Where are the newest residence of this fine establishment?" He asked the man at the door, who just stared sleepily -but still surprised- at Magnus.
"The Lightwood, Alexander where is he?" Magnus demanded.

"Sleeping."
Magnus felt as though his muscles were about to snap. "Wake him up and bring him to me now." He said as calmly as he could bear, "I'll be in the parlor."

Magnus left the room before the man had time to blink. He went through everything he'd say in his head, over and over again -which is something he had never done before- as he made his way to the parlor. He didn't bother with a fire, but he did snap his fingers for light.

"Magnus?"

Magnus turned towards the young shadowhunter, who was here to ruin him and took him in. He was standing in the doorframe in new period cloths, there was sleep in his eyes, his wide dark eyes that looked demon black in the light.
"I want to know how you knew those things about me, who told you and why?"

Alexander took a deep breath and stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. "You did Magnus."

The answer ripped him to the core.

"I will ask you one more time, who told you those things?" His voice rose with each word, "About me, my past? You will tell me now, little nephilim! Tell me!"

Alexander stared at Magnus unmoving. "Magnus…"

He snapped. He couldn't take it anymore, the pity in this child's calm voice pushing him over the edge. Magnus leapt across the space between them and wrapped his hands around his throat and squeezed as hard as he could. The nephilim stared up at him wide eyed; Alexander grabbed Magnus's wrists but other then that he didn't fight back.

"You tell me you sent you! Who told you?!"

"I…" Alexander chocked out, his face was turning blue and his gripped on Magnus's wrists slacked.
Don't shoot the messenger.

"can't… tell…" He tried to take another breathe, "you… suffo… me."

Tears ran down the boy's cheek and his breathe hitched. He was crying. Magnus looked down at his hands around the child's throat. His fingers were white and the boys skin underneath was red and purple. Magnus jumped back, letting Alexander drop to the floor. Coughing, crying from the pain, though Magnus had never seen a shadowhunter do that. Color was returning to Alexander's face but he was still coughing uncontrollably and the sobbing didn't help, nor did the wheezing. Magnus cursed, he had crushed the young messenger's windpipe.

Don't shoot the messenger.

*Magnus knelt by Alec. He couldn't breathe, couldn't get air into his lungs, and he couldn't stop himself from crying.

"Its okay, its okay." Magnus laid his hand on his cheek; Alec couldn't keep himself from flinching away. Not be a coward! Stop the crying!

"It's alright son. I'm sorry." Magnus placed his hand softly, barley touching it to Alec's throat and this time he did not flinch away. "There."

The second Magnus spoke the pain in his neck no longer existed and Alec could breathe again. He took a few deep breathes, giving his lungs the air they so desperately needed and to calm himself. It didn't take him long to calm down, to make the tears stop.

"Look..." Alec stared but he stopped, not knowing what to say. He looked into Magnus's eyes, the yellow catlike eyes of the man he loved, and… who loved him. The moment Alec's lips touched Magnus's the flames started, then were dowsed with cold ice water. What if this Magnus didn't feel anything for Alec, what if it just felt like a kiss, a kiss from a strange boy? What if he didn't feel what Alec felt? Alec was too afraid to move his hands still holding Magnus's face in place.
*The warlock didn't move. He was too stunned, and then he felt it, something he had never felt before. Not with Camille or any of his other passed lovers. It was pour heat, but not the kind you get from lust, this was something entirely different. Magnus wanted to feel more of it. He moved his mouth against Alec's, slowly, testing. It was instantaneous, the fire that caught in every cell in his body. Before he could consciously make a decision he was on top of Alexander and Alexander was kissing him with everything he had. Pull away! Magnus screamed to himself, this was wrong! This kid had just blackmailed him, Magnus had almost strangled him but he couldn't. If Magnus got the strength to remove his lips from Alexander's they would replace them with his neck, his jaw, his eyelids. It was like this boy was the Sun and Magnus was a pathetic Earth stuck in his gravitational pull with no way to escape. He didn't want to either. He believed him… he didn't know why but he did, that this boy was from the future, that he and Magnus were together… this boy, Alexander Lightwood was Magnus's, he was all his. Alexander was Magnus's future.

*Alec fumbled with the buttons on Magnus's coat and pulled it away from his shoulders as Magnus's lips moved fiercely around his face.

"I love you." Alec couldn't help it, the words just came out. He wished he could retrieve them but he couldn't. He shut his eyes tight as Magnus's lips stopped moving against his skin. Oh no…

"I love you too, Alexander." The words were unsteady, unsure but they were still there. Magnus pulled back and looked down at Alec. "I don't know why, but I do."

Alec placed a hand on Magnus's cheek.

"I'm sorry I scared you so badly."

"It's alright; I guess it was the quickest was to get results. Sorry I almost strangled you." Magnus wrapped a hand around the back of Alec's neck and pulled him face up. His kissed him sweetly, which was relaxing, Alec thought after the feverish kissing they had been doing for… 20 minutes, an hour? Longer?

"Alexander,"

Alec groaned, "Alec."

"What?" Magnus's lips brushed against Alec's cheek as he spoke.

"I go by Alec not Alexander."

"Okay," Magnus had his fingers at the bottom of Alec's shirt. "Alec," He breathed against Alec's neck, "tell me something about us." Magnus slipped his hands underneath Alec's shirt, his hands were cold. Alec hadn't realized how cold it was. He reached up and touched Magnus's ears which were freezing.

"Magnus your cold!"

"I'm alright Alec."

Alec wiggled out from under Magnus, grabbing his hand as he went and pulled him over to the sofa.

"You," Alec said sitting down, "can start a fire or I will."

*Magnus smiled, flicking a finger towards the fire place and was rewarded with not only the steady, warm pulse of the fire heating him up but also a smile from Alec.

"Now," Magnus squeezed Alec's hand, "tell me something about us."

He watched Alec's face as he shifted through memories of their time together and he wondered how long that was. Magnus enjoyed watching a sweet smile grow on Alec's swollen lips as he found the one he wanted.

"You were my first." Alec said.

He did not look at Magnus, but instead stared shyly at their joined hands as he played with Magnus's fingers.

"You're first what?" Magnus asked.

Still not looking up Alec answered in a whisper, "Well… everything."

Magnus reached out for Alec's chin, lifting his face so he was looking at him. "I don't fully understand your meaning sir."

Alec sighed, "You were my first kiss, my first boyfriend, my first…" His face brightened and he looked down hastily.

Magnus cupped Alec's cheek, forcing him to look at him. He needed to see his face. Alec's face was still flushed which Magnus found cute. He brushed his fingers over the spot were the blood brightened his pale skin, trying to think of something to say. He was stunned into silence; this declaration filled him with an overwhelming sense of pride. He had never been anyone's first anything. Especially then it came to things like this. He'd had lovers, but he wasn't the first to lie beside them, he's had girlfriends, and boyfriends, but he had never, ever been loved the way this boy loved him. He kissed Alec with all the passion he had. Running his hands over Alec's body, he found the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up and over his head without permission. Alec climbed onto Magnus's lap and deepened the kiss. He moved down Magnus's neck, pulling at the collar of his shirt, trying to get better access.

"Tell me more." Magnus moaned into Alec's shoulder.

Alec chuckled, his warm breathe sending Goosebumps down his back. It wasn't that the warlock wanted him to stop, oh no! He just wanted to hear more about their life together. He would make up for interrupting Alec later.
"Well… we've sort of moved in together without really realizing it. Ah… when we first got together, I kissed you in front of the entire Clave in Alicante."

"You what?" Magnus pushed Alec back and stared at him, wide eyed.
"It was before a big battle and I kissed you." He wrapped his arms around Magnus's neck, and leaned in so their foreheads were touching. "It was one hell of a kiss."

Magnus closed the little space between them and this time he did not break the kiss to ask anymore questions. Well, not right away at lest.