WARNING: adult content in this chapter so reader discretion is highly advised!

"I have something for you," Magnus whispered softly in his ear.
Alec turned his head and kissed Magnus on the lips.

"I think you already gave it to me…" Alec told him, a wicked smile playing on his reddened lips.

They had been in Austria for two days now, after sampling the delights of Salzburg they had driven speedily down the A1 with the soft top of their BMW down and the wind in their hair all the way to Vienna.
Salzburg had been beautiful and picturesque, but Vienna was something else entirely. It looked like a fairy tale. It was as beautiful and as historic as Florence, but it was bright and grand and decadent as well.

Magnus had been singing very loudly and very off key since they had arrived, telling him that "the hills are alive with the sound of music!" and then suggesting they both dress up as nuns and go on an open bus tour of the city. Alec had declined the nun costume but said he would love to see more of the city. Magnus also kept telling him that there was an amazing film he had to show him when they got back to New York, but Alec had forgotten the name. Although judging by Magnus' enthusiasm it contained lots of singing nuns and was set in Austria.

"Stop being so dirty, Alexander, or I will have to punish you," Magnus retorted playfully. Alec arched up an eyebrow in imitation of his boyfriend, "maybe I will enjoy it…" he said, in his best mock Magnus voice and they both fell about with laughter.

Magnus got out of the bed, completely comfortable in his nakedness, and Alec was treated to the sight of his boyfriend, lean and beautiful in the morning sunlight that filtered into their room through the thick drapes and made Magnus' dark golden skin luminous.
Magnus really had pulled out all the stops to get this room. It was in high demand because it was named after a Mozart Opera and was so beautiful and opulent that Alec felt like he was staying in a palace. Although their room in Paris had been tremendously special and one that Alec would remember for the rest of his life, this room at the Sacher, overlooking the Opera House would stay imprinted too. Alec figured it was because they both knew they had to go back soon and that their trip was almost over. Alec was quite happy to remain in Vienna for as long as they could, but Magnus had been increasingly tetchy about needing access to his library. Soon it would all be over and they would have to go back into reality, to the dull greyness of New York City and their real lives. Alec would have to get back to training as soon as they got back – he was a little out of practice now.

It would be nice to see everyone though.

Alec's stomach lurched as he remembered Jace. His parabatai was having a tough time at the moment and Alec had felt really guilty not being around for him. Magnus had berated him on a number of occasions that he worried too much about Jace and that Jace would not to care as much for Alec if the situations were reversed. Alec wasn't sure though. Jace appeared indifferent to many people, but he was actually very sensitive and thoughtful towards those he was close to.

Magnus left the bedroom and went into the parlour and Alec took this opportunity to check his phone, mainly to see if Jace had sent him any messages. It wasn't that he intended to hide his concern from Magnus, but it would probably be better if Magnus didn't see him do it. He didn't want Magnus to be upset and spoil the precious time they had left. Besides, he had really upset Jace by not taking his text messages seriously and then had forgotten to apologise to him. Alec felt really guilty and just couldn't ignore him, despite Magnus' protests.

Alec had spoken to Jace whilst they were in Salzburg to apologise, and they had made up. But something was definitely wrong, because Jace hadn't resisted – he had accepted Alec's apology without putting up a fight. Definitely not like him. Alec had texted him last night from the hotel restaurant, pleading to let him know what was wrong and if Alec should rush back to New York.
There was a message on the screen.

- Seriously, it's nothing! Just a bit of insomnia. Think my bed may be broken -

It was typical Jace to make light of a situation, and Alec didn't want to make a big deal of it either if Jace didn't want to, for fear of coming across as a total obsessive nutcase or possibly making the situation worse.

- Clearly u cant sleep unless i'm around. And what do u mean ur bed is broken? No wait, not sure I want to know actually… I am calling Izzy this evening if ur round? -

Magnus slipped back through the door of the bedroom and Alec pressed send and put his phone back onto the side as he did.

"Let me guess. Jace is worrying you again. Tell him to take some sleeping pills and leave you alone."

Alec smiled meekly in apology. Magnus was carrying a large, thin white box that was tied with silky black ribbon.
"What's that?" Alec enquired.
"Told you I had something for you hunnybunny. Here you go!" Magnus shoved the box enthusiastically in front of Alec and jumped onto the bed beside him, clearly pleased with himself. Alec frowned at him.
"Magnus, why are you getting me a present? You've already spent an absolute fortune on this trip," he told his boyfriend sternly. Magnus seemed to be ignoring him.
"Aren't you going to open it?" he asked excitedly.

Alec gave a sigh, knowing that he wouldn't win this particular argument because Magnus was just one of those people who took great pleasure in giving gifts and was always mortally offended if Alec said he didn't want it. Of course, Magnus was very good at getting Alec gifts and he always did want them really, but he sometimes felt a little embarrassed.

"And that's a resounding NO to the hunnybunny by the way," Alec told him firmly. Magnus shrugged in response. "I shall keep trying," he threatened with a wicked grin.

The Shadowhunter pulled the black bow that tied up the box and it fell in a neat silken puddle onto the floor. He lifted the lid completely off and discarded it on his left before pulling back the crisp white tissue paper inside to reveal a soft black fabric.

Magnus had been threatening to buy Alec clothes for a while now, but Alec hadn't thought he would go through with it. Alec could never wear the clothes that Magnus did.

Alec pulled up the clothing from the box and realised he was holding a suit, plain black by the look of it, and totally not what he had expected. It was incredibly soft and fine and felt expensive.

"You going to try it on?" Magnus asked him, his face beaming.
"What is it?" Alec asked, immediately regretting saying such a stupid thing.

"It's a suit, obviously. Please try it on."

Alec stood in front of the mirror gazing at a man whom he barely recognised. The reflection stared back, looking elegant and rich. He couldn't help but feel smart in such a beautiful suit and Alec thought it made him look older, but in a good way. Magnus hadn't stopped gushing. Alec tried to straighten up the black silk bowtie, but it just didn't seem to want to stay in the right place.

"Here, let me get that," Magnus told him softly as he re-adjusted the tie with long, deft fingers. Then Magnus held out the palm of his hand upwards to show Alec what was there. Plain silver cufflinks beautifully engraved with the letters MB.

When Magnus told Alec that he would have to borrow cufflinks for his new shirt, Alec had challenged the Warlock for anything suitable, claiming all of Magnus' cufflinks were probably a little too bright or sparkly for him. But Alec had been wrong. They were simple and beautiful and Alec wanted to wear them more than anything because they bore his lover's initials.

"They're perfect," he beamed. Magnus gave him a broad smile as he affixed them to his sleeves and then stepped back to take in the view, like an artist admiring his work. Alec reached over to where his new suit jacket was placed on the back of a chair and shrugged it on to complete the outfit. He adjusted the jacket by putting his fingers into the pockets, the smooth material of the lining caressing his hands softly.

"What's this?" Alec asked, pulling out a folded piece of cream paper. He looked over to Magnus, who smiled sweetly at him. Alec unfolded the piece of paper to find two smaller pieces of white card inside. Tickets. To the opera. Tomorrow night.

"We're going to see the new production of The Magic Flute?" Alec asked, barely able to believe it.

Magnus nodded his head slowly in affirmation.

"You look so hot in formalwear Alexander that it will be a struggle to watch the performance and not you."
Alec felt happiness explode within him. And he grabbed Magnus in a tight bear hug.

"You are the best boyfriend anyone could ever have. They must have cost a fortune! How much did they cost? These are like gold dust, how on earth did you manage to get some?!"

"I wanted to prove to you that German opera was the best! You really can't beat a Mozart in Vienna. And let me tell you, it was extremely difficult to get hold of such good seats – it's the premier you know. But my lips are sealed! You will just have to show me how thankful you are!" Magnus told him, laughing and breaking away from Alec.

With that Alec pulled Magnus to him again and kissed him hard, trying to pour every ounce of love and gratitude he had for his partner into it.
"What was that you were saying about your lips?" Alec enquired against his mouth. Then he reached down and tugged Magnus, who was still naked, close to him.

"Wait!" Magnus breathed urgently, breaking their kiss. "We have to be careful with your new clothes."

Magnus pulled himself away and began undressing Alec, who submitted to the Warlock's efforts, allowing him first to slowly and gently peel off the new jacket before turning his attention to his pants and silken black cumberband. It was painstakingly slow and deliberate and Alec ached with desire, his new pants feeling ridiculously tight.

Magnus had been pretty much spot on with the sizing, though Alec would have preferred the bottoms a little looser as they didn't leave much to the imagination.

Probably the reason Magnus had chosen them in the first place.

At this moment, however, they were definitely far too tight and hot and made him fidget to get free.
The Warlock finally took off the tight pants, followed by Alec's underwear, leaving him standing there in just the shirt and bowtie. Alec took a step towards his boyfriend, wanting to feel their bodies together, but Magnus turned away and folded Alec's pants neatly and placed them carefully on the dresser. He then turned back around to Alec and unbuttoned his cuffs, again taking his time and not meeting Alec's gaze.

"Magnus, hurry up," Alec pleaded.

"This is one of my favourite fantasies you know, the sexy valet undressing his gorgeous master," Magnus said calmly, still not meeting Alec's gaze.

Alec reached down to his throbbing member, not being able to stand the lack of friction any longer, but Magnus batted his hand away before he could make contact.

"Now now, sir, let me do that for you," Magnus purred at him wickedly. Alec tried to stifle a groan. He was so hard and Magnus was making it worse. He wanted to grab the other man and feel him against his body, but as Magnus shot a glance into Alec's eyes he decided to hold back. The Warlock had that look about him where he was serious and playful at the same time and Alec knew that he would have to go along with Magnus now unless he wanted to wait all afternoon.

Such a tease.

Magnus pulled the bowtie softly and it fell out of its knot and hung around Alec's neck limply. Then he took his time over each individual button on his shirt, slowly exposing Alec's chest, his fingers brushing over the bare skin lightly as he went.
"You know you did tell me that I was allowed to dress you in a suit, if the occasion called for it." Magnus whispered seductively.

"I've got a feeling that this particular occasion requires absolutely no clothes at all," Alec panted out.

Magnus tittered as the final button undid between his long fingers and the shirt gaped open. He slinked slowly around Alec so that he was behind him and then pulled the crisp white cotton from Alec's torso leisurely; Alec moved his arms so Magnus could pull the shirt away smoothly.

Alec stood there for a moment alone and naked and was just about to search the room for his boyfriend when Magnus placed a warm hand carefully on his right shoulder.
The Warlock smoothed down Alec's back, his other hand snaking onto the top of Alec's left hip. He let out a gasp at the intimate contact, wanting Magnus' touch so badly it was beginning to hurt.

Magnus moved closer to him, pressing his body up against Alec's. Alec could feel Magnus' hardness nudging into the top of his backside and he let out a long moan and spun around grabbing the Warlock by his arms, pulling him into a tight embrace and grinding their crotches together. Alec claimed Magnus' mouth in a hot kiss, aggressive and urgent. The Warlock groaned deeply in affirmation of his enjoyment.

Alec pushed Magnus firmly yet gently back onto the bed and pinned him with his body, kissing him deeply and passionately. He then moved down Magnus' neck, licking and nipping him lightly, tasting the delectable flavour of Magnus' skin. The Warlock whimpered beneath him with pleasure, encouraging Alec's exploration to savour every bit of him. Alec grazed his teeth along Magnus' left nipple and made the Warlock gasp in ecstasy at the sensation before moving along down his middle and kissing his flat abdomen, just in the place he thought Magnus' bellybutton would be if he had one.

Alec then took Magnus whole in his mouth, engulfing him and causing him to scream out Alec's name.
"Alexander!"
No one ever called him that except his parents, but he loved the way Magnus formed the syllables, even in the height of pleasure they sounded exotic and beautiful.

Alec sucked hard and drew his lover deep. Magnus had the flavour of spices, burnt sugar and musk and it was delicious. Watching how Magnus reacted to his mouth and tongue was driving him insane with desire – it felt so good to be the cause of that expression on his boyfriend's face. Suddenly, Magnus whined his name and tried to sit up and Alec stopped in surprise and looked up at him.

"What is it?" he asked huskily.
"If you don't stop now I'm going to come," Magnus told him. For once it was him who was flushed. He looked extremely wanton, with his eyes wild and dark and his hair, usually so carefully arranged, a tangled dark mess. Alec didn't say a word in response; he just smiled at Magnus and bent his head back down to his cock to continue where he left off. Magnus threw out his name a couple of times, trying to make him stop, but the Warlock's protests quickly faded as his body took over; he lent himself backwards and thrust his hips.

"I'm going to come," Magnus moaned after a few more seconds. But Alec was determined and began sucking harder, swirling his tongue against the smooth skin. Magnus gave another long moan and exploded into Alec's mouth. Alec fought the urge to pull away or to gag and swallowed everything down in a few gulps.

As Magnus' breathing began to slow and his body started to relax, Alec crawled up the bed towards him. He was breathing so heavily he was not even capable of speaking. He kissed him hard, letting him savour his own taste. Magnus then reached down and grabbed Alec's swollen penis, coating it with lubricant that seemed to come from nowhere. Alec gasped at the coolness as Magnus shifted himself into position.

Did he just magic that lube from somewhere?

It only took Alec about ten thrusts before he was spent too. They lay there together, not speaking, but holding each other close.

Finally, Magnus broke the silence.
"I had no idea you could be that fucking hot…" he murmured. Alec's mouth curved into a smile.
"I have a good teacher," he told Magnus as he buried his head against his boyfriend's chest.

"Magnus?"
"Mmmm?"
"Can I ask you about Madrid?"

Magnus pulled backwards to look at Alec, who returned his gaze.
"What do you want to know about Madrid?" Magnus asked him suspiciously.
"It's just that you said that you visited an old friend, and I know that's where you grew up so… I was just curious I guess. Who did you go and see? You wouldn't tell me at the time." Alec had no idea why he brought it up at that exact moment, but it had been steadily gnawing away at him since it had happened. Magnus had been evasive and the more Alec thought about it, the more he realised that Magnus hadn't really shared anything about himself.

"Why are you asking me now? Why didn't you ask me when we were there?"
"I did ask you, but you changed the subject."
"I don't think that's fair," Magnus told him. Alec was surprised by the change of tone in his boyfriend's voice. "You know you only have to ask me and I will tell you anything."
Alec looked at him as seriously as he could. "Well, I'm asking you now."

Magnus sighed a little. "What has brought all this on Alexander?" he asked softly, stroking the back of Alec's head and pulling him close to himself. Alec blushed.
"I spoke to my father again yesterday," he said in a small voice. Magnus went still and looked into his eyes.
"I got a little angry because he didn't even mention you, didn't ask how you were or anything, and when I brought it up he told me that he was worried about me. Worried because I was travelling around the world with a strange man who I knew nothing about."

Magnus arched his eyebrow, but didn't interrupt.

"I told him that you were hardly a stranger and that obviously I knew you very well. But then he asked me about your family. He said, 'Magnus Bane knows your family very well, but do you even know who his parents were – I assume they are dead because he is centuries old. Do you know how old he actually is?'" When Alec finished he had tears in his eyes.
Magnus hugged Alec to him, still silent.

"And I couldn't argue back Magnus, I don't know anything about you really do I? And you know everything about me. Absolutely everything," Alec sobbed.
Magnus held him close.
"I hate that he upsets you so much," Magnus whispered.

At that, Magnus' phone began ringing from the other side of the room and the Warlock made to get up to answer it.

"Can't you just leave that?" Alec asked him incredulously.
"It's a client, I've got to get it," Magnus told him bluntly as he got up off the bed and hurried over to the source of the ringing. Magnus picked up his phone and swept into the other room, blowing a little cheeky kiss at Alec as he went.
Alec's mind went dark for a moment. He had avoided the question again. But perhaps Magnus didn't want to talk about his past or his family, maybe it was too painful.

Alec sighed, his mind swimming. It had just been bad timing. His boyfriend's past was probably not the best pillow talk he could have come up with. Still, Alec didn't want his father to be right. He loved Magnus more than anything in the world.

Alec caught a glimpse of his new suit over at the dresser. He couldn't quite believe he owned something so beautiful. Magnus came back into the room quietly, hanging up the phone.

"So what are you wearing to the opera?" Alec asked him. Magnus stopped suddenly in his tracks and looked lovingly at him.
"Just black tie, like you."
"What? Matching suits? Or does yours have 'Juicy' written in sparkles on the trousers?"
"No, just plain black pants, I can't wear my Juicys to the opera sugar puff, their sweats, which are really not appropriate attire," Magnus said as he walked back towards the bed and curled up next to him.
"Seriously, sugar puff?" Alec asked with a small chuckle.

They are getting worse.

"Just trying it out," Magnus purred.
"No. Definitely not."
"Aww, I liked that one."

Alec pulled Magnus to him and hugged him tightly.

"I'm going out for a run and to do a bit of training," Alec told him, brushing his fingers along Magnus' smooth, lithe arm.
"I'm glad. I have a ton of work to do and you are highly distracting."
Alec pushed himself up and kissed his boyfriend tenderly. He had that knotting feeling in the pit of his stomach again, but couldn't really pin down why.