Hey! Not gonna lie, I've been too busy with Sims to write. I didn't finish Lady Midnight until earlier today. That's how lazy I am. It look me a week. The first 5 TMI books each took me two days and COHF took me like 3 or 4. So, I've stopped being lazy temporarily and wrote you this. I had written the flashback to start with a few days ago, but lost interest. It wasn't originally a flashback, but I didn't know where to go from there, so I made it one.
Disclaimer: I'm lazy. How could I write a book
Warnings: Sexual-ish, angst, self-esteem issues
Alec wakes up in the morning in Magnus's bed. He is shirtless, with the Warlock using his chest as a pillow. Magnus is topless too, showing off his almost caramel colored, smooth skin, as well as the second things that marks him as a Warlock: his missing naval. Alec wonders about it, but he never asks. It probably just healed or disappeared after Magnus was born. There's no way he could have been born without one, right?
Alec studies the sleeping Warlock, not daring to move. He thinks of the events from the night before that lead them to where they are.
As soon as they're inside Ragnor's house and the door is closed, Magnus and Alec start kissing. Alec presses Magnus up against the back of the front door, pinning the taller man. Magnus runs his hands over the Shadowhunter as they quickly get more passionate.
"For the love of God," Ragnor's voice came. Magnus looks over to see him on the stairs, looking annoyed, "Get a room."
"This is a room," Magnus says. Neither of the two men move, Alec leaving Magnus pinned against the door.
"I mean one that other people won't walk into! Preferably your own room. I'd imagine a bed would be more comfortable than a door. Plus, I'd rather just have to change the sheets than the door," Ragnor walks across the open concept first floor and over to the kitchen.
"We're just kissing. Ragnor, you need to get a girlfriend," Magnus says.
"I don't need a girlfriend, I just need a less horny houseguest," Ragnor says, "Please just go upstairs so I can eat. And keep it down. Actually, I think I'll go out for a while." Ragnor stands up, "if you'll let me use the door."
"Alexander, can you possibly move for a moment?" Magnus asks. The Shadowhunter reluctantly moves away from Magnus, who moves away from the door so that Ragnor can leave. As soon as the blue warlock is gone, Alec is back at it.
"Alexander," Magnus says after a few minutes, pulling away from him. Of course, he's pinned against the wall by Alec's muscular body, so he can't move much.
"What?" Alec asks, his blue eyes locking with Magnus's cat eyes.
"I do have a room upstairs," Magnus says, "However, I'm not sure this is what you really want. Not this soon, anyways."
"How do you know I don't?" Alec ask, then moves away from Magnus, towards the stairs, "Are you coming upstairs?" Alec starts to climb upstairs. Magnus sighs and then follows him up. He doesn't want Alec to rush into this with him and then end up regretting it, then still have to be with together, even if Alec doesn't want to be with him anymore. It's a known fact that sleeping with someone too early on can destroy the relationship. Of course, Magnus knows that since this is his soulmate, there's no way it could be bad sex. Magnus didn't think any sex could be bad sex, but he'd learned differently in his experience. Some people just aren't good at it.
Alec is sitting on the edge of the bed, his feet touching the ground when Magnus gets upstairs and into the room. Magnus doesn't close the door as Alec stands up and walks over to him. Magnus moves away from the walls and move towards the footboard of the bed, so that Alec couldn't pin him to the wall or try to push him onto the bed. Alec walks over and presses his lips against Magnus's, gently at first, but then a little rougher. Magnus parts his lips and feels Alec's tongue slip into his mouth. Alec presses closer to Magnus. Magnus is surprised about how dominate Alec is being, despite his lack of experience in the matter. However, he is a Shadowhunter, and Shadowhunters have naturally dominant personalities. Alec's fingers, which had previously been in Magnus's hair, messing it up, now started moving over his body, headed south. Magnus is about ready to stop Alec when his fingers are about to go too far, but instead he shivers a little when Alec's cold hands slip underneath his shirt and run over his skin. Seeming encouraged, Alec pulls back far enough to pull of his stupid (in Magnus's opinion) gray sweater. Magnus lets his eyes wander the Shadowhunter's topless body, looking over his runes. Magnus, of course, knew what all of them are. The permanent Marks and the temporary runes are different colors; the Marks are black, whereas runes are more a purplish peachish color. His parabatai Mark, drawn by Jace, rests over his heart. Magnus can see tiny white scars all over his body from where runes had been burned into his skin previously, then healed. There is a scar from where Alec was stung by the demon that had almost killed him. Magnus notices all these things before he really pays attention to Alec's build. Like all Shadowhunters, he spends most of his time training or battling, so he's very muscular.
"My eyes are up here," Alec's voice cuts Magnus out of his thoughts.
"Yes, but your abs are down there," Magnus says, but then looks up at Alec anyways, "My turn, I guess." Magnus works off the few layers he is wearing and drops them on the floor by Alec's ugly sweater. Magnus sees Alec's eyes move downward. Magnus frame is lean and slightly muscular, but not much to see compared to a Shadowhunter. There is one other thing that separates Magnus from others, but it is usually hidden.
"I didn't know you had two marks," Alec says.
"Most warlocks do only have one," Magnus replies, "Most of them are actually very noticeable. You've seen Ragnor. He's got three. Of course, I have a friend whose only mark is purple eyes and most people just think that it's pretty."
"I like your eyes the way they are," Alec says, "Now, where were we?" Magnus steps back as Alec steps towards him, causing him to frown.
"I need you to understand one thing, Alexander. I'm not having sex with you. Not tonight. Not yet," Magnus says.
"Why not?" Alec looks hurt, "Is there something wrong? Do you not want me?"
"Of course I do. Just not yet. It's too soon. I don't want to mess things up," Magnus says, looking into Alec's beautiful blue eyes.
"But Jace says that-"
"But we're not Jace and Clary. It's different. Plus, they've been together constantly since they met. We haven't had as much time together. So we're not going to rush into this. We're going to wait and take our time. And it'll be amazing when we do," Magnus says, "It's not that I don't want it. Trust me, I do. It's been a long time. But that doesn't matter."
"Okay," Alec says quietly after a few moments of silence, "But can we still kiss?"
"Of course, silly," Magnus says, "I'm all for full on making out. Even on the bed if you want. Just keep your hands north of the Equator."
"Sounds good," Alec says, walking towards the bed. He gently pushes Magnus onto the mattress and climbs on top of Magnus and starts kissing him. Hands are everywhere, but still following Magnus's rule about staying above the waist. They kiss until they are both exhausted and then Alec laid down beside Magnus, who moves his head onto Alec's chest and listens to the Shadowhunter's heartbeat as it lulls him to sleep.
Alec, looking back, realizes Magnus was right last night about the sex thing. Alec loves Magnus, he knows that much, but Alec had just been caught up in the adrenaline that was rushing through his body after yesterday's events. He is already beginning to feel self-conscious, and he's only shirtless at the moment. He feels Magnus stir.
"Good morning," he says quietly.
"Good morning, Alexander," Magnus sits up on the bed, "You make a good pillow. I'll remember that."
"Thanks?" Alec asks, not sure if it's a compliment.
"Not everyone is a good pillow," Magnus says,getting up, "How about some breakfast?"
"That sounds nice," Alec stands and walks over to pick his sweater off the floor and pulls it back on. Magnus lets out a noise of protest.
"I don't think Ragnor would be as appreciative of me walking around topless," Alec says.
"I know," Magnus sighs, "I can't wait til we get back to New York. I can get you a key to my place."
"I thought you said you lost the keys years ago."
"Well, I'll have to have a new one made," Magnus says, "Now that I have a reason to do so." Magnus pulls on a black shirt covered in glitter before the pair head downstairs. Ragnor is already up and in the kitchen.
"Coffee?" Ragnor asks them.
"Yes, please," Alec says and Ragnor grabs a mug and pours him some. Alec takes it and thanks the Warlock.
"I second that," Magnus says and is given coffee by Ragnor as well.
"Breakfast?" Ragnor asks, "I can make Belgian Waffles."
"That sounds amazing," Alec says.
"Well, you're probably really hungry after last night," Ragnor says. Neither of them both to correct him about their activities from the previous night, there's no point to it. They drink their coffee as Ragnor makes waffles in a fancy waffle makers. Magnus pulls out the butter, syrup, and whipped cream from the fridge and sets them on the table and grabs silverware as well, setting the table.
Once Ragnor makes waffles for all of them, they settle down at the small kitchen table to eat. Alec watches Ragnor put butter and syrup on his waffles and Magnus puts on syrup and whipped cream.
"You put whipped cream on your waffles?" Alec asks, cocking his head and looking at Magnus.
"Yeah," Magnus says, "Who doesn't?"
"I don't," Ragnor says, "Because it's gross."
"Don't listen to him, Alexander. Try it. Trust me, it's amazing," Magnus says. Alec picks up the syrup and pours it onto his waffle and then grabs the whipped cream like Magnus said and puts it on the waffle. Magnus watches closely as he tries it.
"Hey, this is pretty good," Alec says, then continues eating the waffle.
"You disgust me," Ragnor says, "You two are perfect for each other."
"Hey, do you have a soulmate?" Magnus suddenly asks Ragnor, "Have you met her or him?"
"Yes, I have met her. She's another Warlock," Ragnor says.
"You've met Caterina, haven't you?" Magnus asks, "she's blue."
"I don't know. I might have," Alec says, "Where is she?"
"She's still in the mundane world," Ragnor says, "She's a doctor. For mundanes."
"That's interesting," Alec says, "how does she fit in?"
"The same way the rest of us do," Magnus says, "glamours."
"However, some people don't have as much to hide," Ragnor glances at Magnus.
"Not unless I want to go swimming in public," Magnus says, "You know how it works. How the marks happen."
"I thought they were random," Alec frowns.
"No. It depends on your demonic parents. Usually a eidolon demons because they can shapeshift into the person's love and they'd never know the difference. Not until the child is born," Magnus says.
"And, if you're like your boy toy over here and your daddy is-" Ragnor cuts off when Magnus kicks his shin really hard. Ragnor says several words in another language that you don't need to be a genius to figure out what they mean.
"What, you haven't told him?" Ragnor asks.
"No. And I don't plan on it. It doesn't matter. I haven't had contact with him in a very long time."
"Is he someone important?" Alec asks, not meaning to pry.
"Yes." Magnus says, but there was a finality to the way he said it. It's clear that it is the end of that conversation. The room goes quiet, all three of them eating their breakfast.
"I'm going home," Alec says later in the morning after he had showered and changed into clothes of his that Magnus made appear.
"Want me to walk you back?" Magnus asks him. He is freshly showered. His black hair is still wet.
"Sure," Alec says, "I'll be back later or tomorrow. I've got to talk with my family. Sort all this out."
"I understand," Magnus says and they head out, "I'm about all this. It's my fault that all this is happening to you. That your family hates you."
"This isn't your fault, Mags. This is what is supposed to happen. They just need to accept it and move on. And they will. It's just going to take time."
"What if they don't accept it?"
"Then they aren't truly my family," Alec says, "I can live with that. I can't be without you."
"Family is important, Alexander," Magnus says.
"Family isn't strictly blood, Magnus," Alec says, "Jace is family. Clary is family."
"You and Jace are bonded," Magnus says, "'your people are my people' and all that. That by default makes Jace's family your family."
"Except Jace doesn't have a family, technically. My family practically raised him," Alec says, "That's how we're parabatai."
"Clary is his family now. And Luke and Jocelyn are her family, therefore Jace's family," Magnus says.
"And mine by default," Alec says, "Does that make me related to Valentine?"
"Yes, technically. But who cares?" Magnus asks, "Once he slips up, he'll either be killed in battle or brought to trial and executed."
"Good. Then this will all be over and things can go back to normal," Alec says, "I mean, as normal as they can be now."
"Normal? I think you're in the wrong profession, Alexander. Maybe you should become a secritary. Or a maid. A French Maid. In one of the cute little outfits," Magnus seems to enter dreamland.
"I'm not cross-dressing, Magnus. Don't even think about it," Alec says as they approach the house.
"Darn," Magnus says, "That gets rid of a lot of role play scenarios."
"Role what huh?" Alec looks at him.
"You have much to learn, young Jedi," Magnus says, confusing Alec further. They stop in front of the door of Lightwood Manner. Alec pulls Magnus close to him and kisses him goodbye for several minutes before pulling away.
"Maybe I was wrong last night," Magnus says, "oh well. I'll see you later, Alexander." He turns to leave.
"Magnus."
"Yes, Alexander?" He turns to face him, walking backwards,
"I love you."
"I love you, too," Magnus says and smiles. Alec smiles at him and goes inside, but finds a lot of boxes in the main living area. He frowns. His mother must be moving out and over to Trueblood Manner. Alec sighs and walks upstairs to find Jace, alone for once, in their room.
"Hey," Jace looks up from writing in a book, possibly a journal, "Didn't expect you back yet. Then again, I sort of did. What happened last night?"
"Nothing. Just a lot of kissing and making out."
"Yeah, I guess I was wondering why nothing sexual happened. That's what we were all expecting, but it never happened. I would have felt it."
"Magnus wouldn't let it happen," Alec says, "not yet."
"That's odd," Jace says, "he doesn't seem like the type to not want to."
"Maybe he's just not that into me," Alec says, "Maybe he's only with me because he has to be. Or because he just thinks he likes me. I mean, to wait 300 years to find out that the person you're meant to be with is just plain old me."
"Alec, you're not-" But Alec had already left the room and then Jace heard the front door slam shut.