9. Innocent

Alexander didn't know what to think.
He just kept glancing down at Magnus' shadow, looking for a possible explanation as to how the other boy could possibly know.

"Please, trust me," Magnus said quietly, his hand still resting against Alexander's cheek. His dark green eyes were desperately begging for trust and understanding. "Get out of town, just go somewhere else, someplace safe. Maybe even out of the country, do you hear me? Just get away"

Alexander blinked up at him in confusion. Everything was so unexpected and he didn't understand what was going on. Magnus knew and… and he wanted him to leave.
But why?

"What?" he asked shakily and leaned even closer to the other boy, clutching onto his dark blue shirt. A whimper escaped his throat and he shook his head. He was just starting to get used to life as a human being, he had Luke and Jace and even Clary and they seemed to care for him. He didn't want to leave now. There was no reason for him to leave.

"I can't explain but, Alec, if you stay here…" Magnus didn't finish his sentence. He gasped for air when Alexander wrapped his arms around his waist and sobbed quietly against his chest. Magnus just had to see that he was alright, that there was no danger for him here.
Anyways, he was no Angel anymore, simply a bird with cut off wings. A human being with a broken past. Whichever danger Magnus was referring to, it was nothing that would affect Alexander in any way. "I am OK," he whimpered into the other boy's chest and relaxed a little when he felt Magnus' hands rub across his back. He noticed the gentle fingertips tracing the spot between his shoulder blades where his wings had been attached and he sighed desperately. He had almost managed to forget that he had been angelic once. In the past few weeks he had adapted to human life as best as he could. He thought he had been making progress.

"I can get you a ticket to wherever you want to go, just, please, Alec, please" Magnus sounded genuinely worried but Alexander still didn't understand. How could the other boy… He took another glance at Magnus' shadow but it still seemed excruciatingly ordinary.

Alexander whimpered quietly and pulled back a little, his hands still clutched in Magnus' shirt. He blinked quickly a few times before he leaned in to kiss the taller boy again. It seemed like the right thing to do at the moment because he hadn't been able to think of anything else.
Magnus barely responded to Alexander's actions, he simply let out a shaky breath and squeezed his eyes shut until the young Angel had pulled away again.

"You should have listened to Jace when he told you to stay away from me," Magnus whispered but Alexander shook his head. He didn't want to hear about it. "I didn't mean to… You have no idea, I'm just doing it because… But you…" He didn't finish any of his sentences, seemed way too shaken to even form coherent thoughts. It took him a few deep breaths before he was able to talk again. "I've met a few of your kind so far," he said quietly and eyed Alexander up and down, making him feel slightly uncomfortable. "But none of them were as intriguing as you" He reached one of his hands to caress Alexander's cheek softly, wiping a single tear off his skin. "You're beautiful," he whispered finally and Alexander remembered him saying those words before. He had called him "out of this world" and back then he would have given everything for Magnus to have known about what he truly was. Looking at the situation now he would have preferred the other boy to be clueless.

Alexander had thought that he would never be confronted with being an Angel again, that everything would turn simple as soon as he had gotten used to human life, but…

"I don't want anything to happen to you"
Magnus' voice had startled Alexander slightly as he had been lost in thought for a moment but when he looked up at the other boy he could see great remorse in those dark green eyes.
Magnus really cared.

Alexander felt like breathing turned a little more difficult and he connected his lips to Magnus' yet again, feeling like sharing their breath would make everything easier.
This time Magnus kissed back, fierce and desperate, his tongue begging for entrance into Alexander's mouth, which he willingly granted. Strong yet gentle hands trailed under Alexander's shirt and over his back, tracing the scars there as if Magnus knew exactly where they were.
A barely audible moan left Alexander's throat and his hands automatically found their way into Magnus' hair, clutching the silky black strands tightly.

Losing their balance they shifted so that Alexander lay on his back in the soft, green grass, Magnus hovering above him. Their kiss had ended when Alexander had fallen backwards and the taller boy stared down at him now, looking unsure of the situation.

Alexander didn't quite know what was going on but if that was Magnus' attempt to make him leave then it wasn't working. Their current position had quite the opposite effect. Alexander couldn't help praying that he could stay this way, lying underneath Magnus for the rest of his short human life.

"Alec…" Magnus started hesitatingly and licked his lips. Alexander found himself groaning at the sight of the other boy's slick, pink tongue darting out between his lips and a hot sensation coursed through his body. An uncomfortable tightening in his lower regions made him squeeze his eyes closed in panic. Whatever was happening, he needed to stop it because it made his body feel as strange as he had ever felt. Desperately he lifted his hips, trying to shift his position to make the tightening go away but it only got worse and his grip on Magnus' hair grew stronger. He would have been scared to rip the other boy's hair out had he not been too stricken with panic about what his own body was doing.

"Relax," Magnus said soothingly and leaned down to whisper in Alexander's ear. "Relax, this is normal" But nothing about this was normal. His muscles were tense and his pulse had risen, his sight was a little blurry and his breath came out in hot puffs. Hesitatingly he reached a hand down between his legs, blinking in confusion at the hard bulge he could feel beneath his jeans. This had never happened before. He wondered if Magnus… Slowly he removed his hand from his own jeans and twisted his wrist slightly to cup the other boy's pants instead.
Magnus gasped and pulled away slightly at the contact, staring down at Alexander through shocked eyes. He should obviously not have done that.

"Sorry," Alexander muttered sheepishly and felt his cheeks heat up. Magnus smiled fondly at him so he assumed that whatever he had done, it couldn't have been that bad.

"You're trying to distract me, aren't you?" the other boy said, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "You don't want me to tell you to leave, do you?"
Alexander nodded desperately before shaking his head, not quite sure whether yes or no was the right answer to those questions. He simply held onto Magnus' hair, refusing to let go and whimpered.

"But you have to. You need to. It's my fault when something happens to you," Magnus said and he leaned in far enough for his lips to skim the column of Alexander's neck, down to his collarbones, where his shirt got in the way and Magnus' tugged at it with his teeth.

"Angels," Alexander said suddenly, struggling against the weird reactions his body was having. "You met them?"

At that Magnus pulled away completely, straddling Alexander's legs as he sat up straight. "Only fallen ones," he said tonelessly and looked up into the sky. "I don't know much about them, but…" He sighed softly. "When people die, do they go to Heaven?"

Alexander felt his body relax and he pushed up in a more upright position too. His hands had slipped from Magnus' hair and now clutched the other boy's thighs. Slowly he shook his head.

"Where do they go?" Magnus asked and there was a shimmer of hope in his eyes that seemed to flicker with each word. Alexander didn't know how to answer the question because he didn't know. From what he had gathered human beings seemed to think of Angels as those all-mighty, omniscient creatures that were the closest beings to God.

But Alexander, he had never even seen God, only his personal Angels and even those were a rare sight. He had seen Camael when he had been sentenced to Fall and he thought to have seen Gabriel during the war once but apart from that he had only ever been underneath Fighters. Neither of them had ever had a lot to do with God. They only followed the orders that had been given down to them by Guardians or Watchers. That is, until some of them had joined the Dragon and rebelled against God and the Heavens.

More than that, Alexander was far from omniscient. He knew about Earth and Human Beings, he knew about the Heavenly Laws and when he still had his powers he did indeed have abilities that exceeded every possible human imagination and yet… Having been on earth for barely a month Alexander had realized that he didn't know much, couldn't do much…

"I don't know," he answered eventually and tilted his head to the side.

"To Hell?" Magnus asked and his breath hitched.

Alexander shook his head vehemently. Human beings didn't simply go to Hell. One had to be sent to Hell or taken there by Hellhounds. It was not a place one simply went to. Especially human beings had to have done something terribly wrong. Mingled with Demons or sold their soul for example.

"Can you bring people back from the dead?"

Alexander looked questioningly at Magnus for a while. Why did he want to know all of those things?
"I can't," he said eventually, indicating that there might be powers unknown to him that would enable someone to turn the Dead alive again.

"But it's possible?"
Alexander shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe," he said weakly and let his eyes wander across the still water next to them. The feeling of Magnus straddled over his lap had gotten comfortable somehow, the additional weight almost familiar. He looked back at the boy above him and smiled meekly. Their discussion about how Alexander needed to get away from here seemed forgotten as they kept eye contact with each other.

"You like it here, don't you?" Magnus asked after a while and bit his lip, his black hair falling into his eyes. Alexander noticed that the tips of it sparkled lightly and a few blue-ish strands became visible in the sunlight. "I mean, on Earth," he added quickly and leaned further down again, forcing Alexander to lie back down.

"Yes," Alexander answered immediately and smiled fondly at the thought of the life he led right now. It had been a shock at first but now… "Luke," he said, trying to make Magnus understand what made his time down here worthwhile. "Jace," he continued and giggled quietly before turning serious again. "You," he finished and smiled up at Magnus, forcing back a laugh at the surprised expression on the other boy's face.

"You barely know me," Magnus said, swallowing heavily. "Alec, you have no idea how messed up this whole thing is. I'm not good company for you"

"Yes," Alexander protested strongly and tried to nod, whining when the back of his head hit the ground. He reached one hand up to hold onto the back of Magnus' head and sighed softly when the fine hair he found there tickled his fingertips. Magnus felt safe and warm and like home and it didn't make sense that he would be the person to try and get Alexander to leave.

"I can't protect you from this," Magnus said softly. "I'm the reason you're mixed up in this whole thing now. I didn't think I'd end up liking you"
The statement was so blunt that Alexander felt taken aback for a moment and he just stared at Magnus for a while until the other boy spoke again. "I'm sorry, I'm really, really sorry," he said a few times, like a mantra before he brushed his lips across Alexander's neck and down to his collarbones again. Strong hands pulled his shirt upwards, exposing his pale chest and stomach and suddenly Alexander felt embarrassed, lying there, exposed for Magnus. What was the other boy thinking?

But Magnus seemed caught up in a world of his own as he kissed his way to Alexander's stomach, teeth scraping against soft skin every now and again and the hot surge reappeared again, making the smaller boy whine desperately. His body twitched upwards in weird angles and he gasped when Magnus pinned his wrists down on the ground.

The taller boy made soothing sounds that sent shivers down Alexander's spine. "I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking," Magnus said and laid a soft kiss on the rosy lips before him. "I keep forgetting you're not…" His voice broke away as if he were choking on something but his expression didn't change, he kept looking down at Alexander hungrily, almost eager for something that Alexander didn't know about.
Magnus was the only one who was able to emit these kinds of feelings and reactions from him and it scared him a little. He wasn't sure if that was something normal for human beings or if it had something to do with the danger that Magnus was constantly talking about.

"You're so innocent," Magnus said, a trace of sadness in his voice. "Out of all the Fallen Angels I met you're the one who gets closest to what I imagined them to be like"
That surprised Alexander more than anything else. He had seen himself in those wondrous mirrors and he had seen pictures of what humans imagined Angels to be like and he didn't even come close.
Jace, he was the one that should be mistaken for an Angel, with his golden hair and amber eyes, his soft features and his bronze skin.
Not him, Alexander, with black hair and blue eyes, pale skin and a face like a porcelain doll.

"You were so easy to recognize," Magnus continued and Alexander was suddenly aware of the fact that his shirt was still pulled up, most of his upper body exposed. One of Magnus' hands was slowly gliding along his ribcage. "In the club when I first saw you. You were striking and something about you was so different from everyone else. And then…" Magnus got up and pulled Alexander with him, turning him so that his back was pressed against the older boy's stomach.

"There," Magnus said and pointed to the ground. Alexander looked down at his own shadow and tilted his head to the side. There were a few tiny strands standing away from it, looking torn and burnt and ripped and Alexander knew what they were immediately.

"Broken wings," the taller boy rasped into his ear and turned Alexander around again so they could make eye contact. "I've been taught how to recognize your sort, Alec. And I haven't been taught for good reasons. I'm a danger to you. Right now everyone who knows what you are is a danger to you" He took a deep breath. "There's someone," he said slowly. "Someone who's looking for every Fallen Angel out there and his plans aren't good. I made a Deal, Alec, and I can't break it. If you don't leave now I'll have to get you to him eventually. I don't have any other choice"

A/N: There you go, guys, I'm trying to keep the updates as quick as possible! Uhm, pretty soon, as in next chapter, the M rating on this story will have a reason. Try and go easy on me, it'll be my first published lemon. Also, next chapter we'll see what's going on with Max and Isabelle again. And within the next 5 chapters we'll learn what Magnus' "Deal" is all about. So, keep tuned ;)

And thank you all again for your amazing reviews! :D

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