A/N: I've finally returned from unexpected hiatus! I don't know what happened I just got really freaking busy and then I had to rewrite this chapter because it wasn't working for me.

But anyway... please don't kill me for the events of the first part of this chapter. You'll see what I mean once you see it.

Magnus felt like shit.

He was the worst boyfriend in the history of boyfriends.

He washed his face over and over again as if he could wash away the acts that he had committed earlier today.

He actually felt a bit sick to his stomach because of the things that he had allowed himself to do. He had sworn to himself over and over that he would never fall into her clutches again. He had thought that part of his life was over and done with. That he would never revert back to the person he once was with her. But today, he had.

He splashed ice cold water on his face one last time before looking up at his reflection, his eyes were wide, his once perfectly spiked hair was wild, and his usually smooth caramel skin looked blotchy and red.

If he just closed his eyes he could still feel the way her lips had felt pressed against his own.

He had finally convinced Maia to stop flirting with the bartender and go out on the dance floor with him. He had been in the middle of turning his friend around and around in circles- her cheeks were flushed and they were both laughing- but as soon as the song had ended, someone found a way to squeeze themselves between them.

Maia, seeming to recognize the blonde female that had joined them at the bar earlier had much to Magnus' dismay, graciously retreated away before he could so much as open his mouth to stop her.

And then he was stuck on the dance floor with none other than his ex- not exactly fuck buddy but not exactly girl friend either- Camille Belcourt herself. And she was swaying to the fast paced beat, putting her small hands on Magnus' waist to try to get him to join in too.

He couldn't exactly discern what the feeling that was currently stirring in his chest was. All he knew was that he didn't really want to find out.

He just wanted to get off this dance floor as soon as possible.

"Camille-" He started.

"Just dance with me." She quickly cut him off. Still moving her hips to the beat, she took Magnus' hands in her own and led them to her waist before draping her arms around his neck. "Come on, Magnus." She practically purred into his ear.

It brought back memories from years ago when they had been in similar positions and it caused a shiver to run down his spine.

She must have seen something in his eyes because her own bright green ones grew wicked and her trademark smirk formed on her lips. She leaned in closer to his ear again to say, "Please."

In the past, that word would have been enough to make him fall to his knees and do whatever she wanted him to. She had always been able to bend his will so that it fit hers.

But it was no longer the past, and he was no longer that person he reminded himself.

He tried to moved backward, get away from the feeling of her hot breath on his neck and her hands rubbing circles into his skin but she simply moved with him.

"I can't do this-" He said, probably way too low to hear over the thumping music.

But she seemed to hear him anyway. One of her hands moved away from his neck to stroke his cheek. "Why?" When she looked into his eyes she almost looked innocent and concerned. She had always been an expert in acting like she actually cared about him.

His eyes widened at the touch and his own hand came up to her wrist to move it away from his face.

And he didn't realize just how close they were until she was leaning forward and pressing her lips to his own. They were cold and smooth and tasted like the alcohol she had drank earlier.

He almost didn't realize that he was kissing her back until she moaned into his mouth and ran her tongue along his bottom lip. Magnus' eyes flew open and he reeled back as fast as if he had been burned.

His eyes were wide and his breath was coming out in pants and his heart was pounding against his rib cage. And the only thing that he could think about was-

Alec.

Alec who held more kindness in his freaking pinky than Camille did in her whole body.

Alec who he would be seeing again in a week.

Alec who was actually interested in who Magnus was as a person instead of how good he was in bed.

Alec who was his boyfriend.

Magnus felt like he was going to throw up.

Camille looked as if she wanted to move toward him again, never one to be easily fazed but Magnus threw up his arms to ward her off.

"I can't do this-" His voice had sounded pathetic to his ears as he made his escape from her.

In the present, Magnus tried to walk back into the dark hotel bedroom as quietly as humanly possible but of course it didn't work because as soon as he sat down on the edge of his bed, he heard:

"Are you okay?" It was Jem.

Of course it was.

Because Magnus couldn't just wallow in self-disgust in peace. His friend had to be there to worry about him even when it was late and he was feeling sick.

Magnus swung his long legs onto the bed and laid down. He could just barely make out the silver of Jem's eyes looking at him from the other side of the room.

"No." He answered honestly because he didn't think that he would be able to pull off lying right now.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He heard the sound of Jem shifting as if he was about to get up and talk to Magnus about whatever it was that was bothering him even if they both needed to be up and ready to go in only a couple of hours.

"No." Magnus answered, perhaps a bit too quickly. "At least, not right now."

Maybe not ever.

A week had passed and Magnus was actually a little surprised that he was able to stand. He was probably only kept running by the magical power of ridiculous amounts of coffee and Monster energy drink.

He had not slept since his last performance two nights ago- instead choosing to remain awake throughout a whole day of traveling and then when he had finally gotten back home in the early hours of the morning, staying up watching bad reality television with Ragnor until it reached a reasonable time to go to Alec's apartment.

He pressed the buzzer and then waited. Even though Will had apparently been inside multiple times, Magnus never had. He wasn't upset by that fact and even if he was, it wasn't really Magnus' place to get upset about what his boyfriend and his best friend had gotten up to while he was gone. Especially since, knowing both of their personalities, the worst thing he could imagine them doing was not as bad as what Magnus had actually done.

But Magnus decided to use it as a jumping off point of sorts. Make a joke out of it rather than actually face what he had done.

He pressed the button that allowed Alec to hear him and said, "So Will tells me that you've been drawing him like one of your French girls and I'm not sure whether I should be jealous or not but-"

Before he could finish his sentence, he heard the clicking sound of the door being unlocked.

He quickly opened the door and entered into the building. The directory outside had said that his boyfriend's apartment was 303 so he rushed up the stairs and didn't stop moving until he was knocking on Alec's door.

In the few seconds it took the door to open, Magnus pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, tucked a long tendril of hair that had escaped from his bun behind his ear, and dug his fingers into the palms of his hands to stop them from shaking. He wasn't exactly sure if it was nerves, sleep deprivation, or both.

But before he could figure it out, the door was swinging open to reveal- plain black jeans, a university sweatshirt that looked two sizes too big, big blue eyes that looked as clear as the morning sky.

Alec.

In the week since he had kissed Camille, his imagination had run wild with the possibilities of what could happen like Alec simply looking into his face and being able to instantly know what had happened or his boyfriend being able to smell her scent on his skin.

But none of his imaginings happened.

Alec's face immediately lit up at seeing him and Magnus felt himself release a breath he hadn't known he was holding.

Magnus felt his hands stop shaking.

He hadn't even known Alec for that long but simply being in the other man's presence was enough for Magnus to feel calmer.

Being with Alec felt right. And Magnus hadn't felt that way in a long time.

"Hi, darling." He started, moving closer to the other man.

Alec met him halfway and he practically fell into Magnus, his long fingers cupping Magnus' cheeks as if he were made of glass. The complete opposite of Camille's almost possessive touch.

Magnus wrapped his arms around the pale man's waist and took a deep breath in- Alec smelled like charcoal and the sandalwood soap that they both used- before leaning forward and pressing their lips together.

It was soft and sweet and gentle and made Magnus' heart skip a beat in his chest.

He was forced to break it when he started to feel a bit light headed and he heard Alec let out a small, almost inaudible whimper.

Magnus laughed breathlessly, it felt good to know that Alec wanted him just as much as he wanted Alec, and leaned their foreheads together so that they could remain close.

Magnus would have no problems just standing there in the hallway, holding Alec in his arms for hours- even though he felt like he would collapse from sleep deprivation.

"Hi-" His boyfriend finally breathed out against his neck and Magnus felt his nerves continue to fade away as each second passed by.

Alec didn't know about Camille and since Magnus was never going to see her again, he never had to find out. Why bring it up when it was only going to cause Alec to worry unnecessarily? Magnus could just keep this to himself and they could remain happy.

And once he decided that, some of the fog clouding his head cleared up enough to make a joke.

"So should I be jealous?" Magnus asked playfully.

Alec pulled away slightly. "Of Will?" He made a contemplative sound. "Probably." He finally answered with a shrug before smiling and pecking Magnus on the lips one last time and pulling him into his apartment.

They ended up falling into Alec's bed- not to do anything more scandalous than kiss- and Magnus soon gave in to the sleep that he had been holding off for two days and fell asleep pressed against Alec's chest.

A/N: So...yeah tell me what you think.

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