Hey goys (sorry, I feel really Bogan at this present time),

100 reviews! Woo! (It in no way makes it less special that one of my friends from school was the 100th reviewer)

Shit, I'm writing this at 1 am. I need to go to sleep.

Okay, chap with lime. Oh yeah (I'm doing a dorky dance in my bed right now, I'm such a geek). If you don't want to read the smut, it does stop and go into plot eventually.

Oh, and I am sorry about any tense screw ups. Thank you for pointing them out. I tend to post as soon as I finish a chap, and don't really proof read very well. It may well happen again in the future, so if it does, dial it down to my stupidity. Thanks.

This one starts right where the last chap ended, so… yeah. Let's go.

Rights go to Cassie Clare, that plot that will hopefully begin at some stage is mine.

Alec gasped as he felt Magnus' hot lips come in contact with his again, while a long fingered hand ran up his chest. He kissed back happily, meeting Magnus' thrusts. He could hear Magnus moan a muffled moan into the kiss and felt his boyfriend roll his hips down into his own. He groaned, heat coursing through his body. He wanted something. What, he wasn't sure of. Oh right. Completely clueless, that little voice nagged in his mind.

He felt the hand on his chest tweak one of his nipples and he squealed into Magnus' mouth. The kiss disconnected, and suddenly Magnus' lips were travelling slowly down his neck. In the back of his mind he guessed where Magnus was going with this, but the way that amazing tongue felt running along his collar bone stopped any rational, coherent thoughts. He thought he was going to cum in his pants when Magnus began nibbling and tweaking at his nipples. He laced his fingers into Magnus long hair and held his boyfriend down to his chest.

When Magnus sat back up Alec whimpered a little at the loss, hoping, praying, that Magnus wasn't stopping. His fears were quelled when he saw Magnus green eyes darkened with lust. Magnus pulled off his own his chest, slowly pulling it up, giving Alec a show. Alec marvelled at the gorgeous sight. Magnus' chest was as hairless as his own, and not nearly as defined, but ideal. His chest was very skinny, his waist even thinner, but you couldn't see his ribcage. His tanned skin was perfectly smooth, with no muscle or bone indentations, no interruptions besides his dark nipples and belly button. He couldn't resist running a hand across it, just to see if it was as soft as it looked. His finger tips trailed across his boyfriends chest, drawing a breathy sigh from the boy above him.

Magnus dove back down and started to kiss his neck again, sucking and biting with vigour. The feel of their bare chests rubbing together made Alec groan like no one's business. He felt Magnus' hands begin to travel down his sides, one hand gripping his hips so hard, he was sure he was going to have red marks. He placed a hand over Magnus' and thrust up into his boyfriend, the tightness in his pants painful. He felt Magnus' other hand travel to his crotch, stopping with his zip in his hand. Magnus stopped his assault on his neck and looked up at him, question in his eyes. He nodded.

Magnus pulled down the zip to his jeans slowly, obviously going slow for his sake. He was thankful. He wanted this, he really did, but he needed to be eased in. Magnus pulled down his jeans, his erection getting slight relief as the constriction was lost. As Magnus folded up his jeans and placed them on the jeans, he suddenly realised that he was practically naked, under his amazingly hot boyfriend, with a pretty significant tent in his black boxers. Magnus had removed his own jeans while he was putting down Alec's, with a great amount of speed.

"Baby, do you know what you're doing? I promise not to take this the whole way, but are you sure?" Magnus asked. He could see hope in his boyfriend's eyes from below him.

"I want this. Please Magnus," he begged, thrusting up to prove his point. Magnus' eyes were so dark with lust at that moment that he couldn't see the green at all. Magnus kissed him, passionately and hard, shoving his tongue into Alec's waiting mouth. Alec moaned, lacing his hands into Magnus' hair. He felt a hand grab onto his crotch, and cried out in ecstasy, not afraid anyone would hear him with Magnus' mouth on his. Magnus rubbed down his hard length with his thumb, while he felt the other hand playing with his waist band. He thrust into the hand and Magnus began sucking and nibbling his bottom lip.

It felt better than anything, and he was getting close. But before he could cum the hand playing with his waistband pulled his boxers down slowly, his erection finally freed. He whined as the hand pulled away from his crotch and Magnus ended the kiss, but watched with fascination as his boyfriend kissed down his chest, not stopping until he reached his hips. Magnus placed soft, open mouth kisses on each side of his hip bones before, oh holy shit. Magnus shot out his tongue to lap up the pre-cum on his head, before quickly taking most of Alec's length in his mouth. It was the most amazing feeling. Magnus' mouth was warm, and every time he hollowed his cheeks Alec screamed, the sound no longer muffled. He felt that amazing tongue swirl around the head and felt no sound come out when he opened his mouth. The ministrations were so perfect, so amazing, and every slurping, sucking sound out of Magnus' mouth made him harder, if that was even possible.

When Magnus wrapped one of his hands around the base of his hardness he came into Magnus' mouth, hands clutching the bedspread with desperate need.

"Fuck Magnus!" He yelled. He couldn't believe he was able to form rational words at this time. When he looks down he sees that Magnus has swallowed all of his seed, except a tiny bit on his bottom lip. He sees his boyfriend lick that droplet off. He was still panting, his mouth agape. He wanted to fall asleep, but when Magnus came back up to kiss him again, he remembered that Magnus was still hard.

Magnus must have noticed him seeing this because it wasn't long before he was reassuring him. "Sweetie, it's okay. You don't have to do that for me." Magnus said, running a hand down his cheek.

"I'm sorry. I don't think I can," Alec said, almost in tears.

"Shh, it's fine. I, care about you. I don't want to push you in to anything you're not ready for. Trust me babe, seeing you cum was hot enough for me." Magnus kissed him again, and he could taste himself on Magnus' lips, and if that wasn't the hottest thing ever. Magnus leaned down and kissed his limp cock once, before walking out of the room. Alec glanced over at the clock, it was only about 10, not that late, especially on a Friday night but he was exhausted. His fears of what would happen when he slept were chased from his mind for just long enough that he could fall asleep.

Magnus' eyes shot open when he heard the screaming. From his bed he heard Alec's ear-splitting screams of fear coming from the spare room. He bolted out of bed and ran into the room Alec was staying in. His pulse was erratic and he was afraid, afraid for Alec.

He threw open the door and was shocked when he saw his boyfriend. The boy was still screaming, and crying by the looks of it, but he also appeared to be completely asleep. The sheets and blankets were bunched up at the foot of the bed and Alec's pale body was spasming like someone with epilepsy. He ran to the bed side and gripped one of Alec's shoulders, looking down at the boy in panic. He shook him harshly, trying to wake him from what was obviously a horrible nightmare.

"Alexander baby, wake up. " He pleaded to the sleeping boy. In the dark room he could just make out a thin sheen of sweat all across his head. He saw Alec's eyelids flutter once or twice, but he still wouldn't wake up. He felt a hand clutch at him, but couldn't bring himself to look away from the boy's pained face. He moved onto the bed so he was straddling him and gripped both his shoulders, shaking him violently. He watched as Alec's eyelids fluttered again wide enough so he could see dilated pupils frantically searching for something. With another good shake Alec was fully awake, hands clutching in front of him with need.

Magnus held the boy to his chest, rubbing circles on his lower back in a familiar pattern, whispering soothing words. He could feel tears running down the front of his chest as the boy wept. He just kissed the top of Alec's head and promised that it would be okay, while having no idea what 'it' was. He felt Alec's arms clutching to his arms and back for dear life, so tight it almost hurt, but he couldn't tell him to let go, not when he seemed so scared. He stayed there with Alec in his arms for what seemed like hours. After a while he heard Alec sniff and he felt the arms around him let go. Alec looked up at him, his big blue eyes no longer seeming afraid. He let go reluctantly of his boyfriend, his arms lingering on Alec's back.

"Sorry about that," Alec said, his voice raspy and thick from crying. "I thought I was over it."

Alec was sitting at a small kitchen table while Magnus, ever the wonderful boyfriend, made him some cocoa. He looked down at his hands which had finally stopped shaking and mentally kicked himself. This hadn't happened in almost a year. Why now? He felt safer with Magnus than he did anywhere else in the world. You weren't with Magnus idiot. You chose to sleep by yourself in an unfamiliar place; we both knew this was coming. That little voice was really starting to grate him, even though it only ever said what he knew was true.

He looked up as Magnus set a steaming mug in front of him. Magnus' green eyes peered down at him, comforting but nervous.

"Are you okay sweetie?" Magnus asked, kneeling down next to him. He took the drink, despite the fact that he wasn't really thirsty. Magnus had gone to the effort for him, and the heat in his hands and his throat was kind of comforting. Magnus had a hand on his knee squeezing comfortingly.

"I'm fine." Alec said. He was very glad his voice was back to normal. Magnus still looked a little nervous. He remembered how once his brother had filmed his nightmare fit using a nanny cam and how it had disturbed him to no degree. He could only imagine what it looked like to someone who didn't understand what they were seeing.

"Want to explain what exactly was happening in there?"

"It was nothing."

"Bullshit!" Magnus exploded, before restraining himself. "You said you were over it. This has happened before?" It was like after the dinner with his parents. With Magnus, in Magnus' apartment, he felt as if he could say anything. He blew out an exasperated breath.

"Well, when I was little it happened every night. I had to sleep in the same bed as someone else for it to stop. By the time I was 4 I was fine if I was in the same room with someone I trusted. That lasted for a while. I shared a bedroom with Jace for years. When I turned 12 my parents put me in my own room, which I was fine with. Sort of. Most nights I can handle it if I'm at home, or in a place I'm really familiar with." He stopped, took a deep breath. Magnus' eyes hadn't strayed from his face. They looked at him with concern and pity. He breathed out and continued. "When I was fifteen it hadn't happened in almost 2 years. I was confident I was over it. So when we went on a vacation that year, I had my own room in a hotel I was unfamiliar with. That was not a good idea. I ended up a screaming mess, and someone next door complained. My parents sent me to a shrink after that. They tried to help, but couldn't diagnose me. I couldn't take pills cause it's not insomnia, it's not a recurring dream so they couldn't solve any issues or anything." He let his head fall back, lolling over the top of the chair. He sighed. Magnus wasn't saying anything, thank god. He didn't think he could talk any more.

"Do you think you can go back to bed?" Magnus asked, one of his hands finding one of Alec's. He shrugged. He didn't trust his voice to come out. He couldn't remember the last time he said that many words in a row. Last time he had had a big sharing session with Magnus; his boyfriend was constantly asking questions and soothing him, making it more a conversation than a rant. "You can always sleep with me." Magnus said without a hint of connotation. It wasn't or flirty or suggestive, just an attempt at helping him. But he couldn't help the indecorous look on his face as his head went down to face Magnus'. "Hey, don't look at me like that! I just want to help. You're my boyfriend, and I want you to feel safe, and hopefully not have another fit. And if you need to sleep in bed with me for that to happen than I'm very happy to accommodate." He placed a hand on his heart and the other in the air. "I swear that I will not make a move on you while you are trying to sleep." The hand over his heart made a crossing motion. Alec laughed, rolling his eyes. It felt good to laugh.

Magnus stood, offering him a hand. He bit his lip before taking the outstretched hand. He could sleep in Magnus' room for one night without them doing anything. It wasn't a situation he would likely be in again, or at least he hoped so. Not the sharing a room thing, the still being a virgin and sharing a room thing. Well, he was slightly less of a virgin after earlier, but he was still. Or at least he thought so.

While lost in thought Magnus had brought him into the bedroom, which he didn't realise until his knees hit the end of the bed. Magnus let go of his hand and walked around the right side of the bed, while Alec mirrored the movement. He watched as Magnus climbed under the covers, motioning for Alec to do the same. He slipped under the duvet, the fabric soft on his bare chest. He was on the edge of the bed; about as far from Magnus' half clad body as possible. Wait…

"Magnus, didn't you say you slept in nothing?" He asked, recalling the text conversation they had had a few nights before. Magnus chuckled.

"Well I do usually, but with you here I sort of forgot to take them off." Magnus said. Alec felt an arm encircle his hip and pull his body over. He was pulled close to Magnus' body, his back pressed to Magnus' chest. He tensed, more out of reflex than anything, before relaxing into the body behind his. He could feel that Magnus was purposely not pressing his lower body to his, which he was grateful for. He didn't think he could sleep like that.

Magnus was warm. Magnus was safe. Magnus was his. He felt perfectly at home in the tall boy's arms. He knew Magnus cared about him, probably more than he cared about himself. On that thought he let sleep take over his exhausted body, confident that he wouldn't have another nightmare.

Slightly small chappie, but don't be hater.

I have this issue with a good majority of time I'm writing with my parents in the room, and some things I can't really write with them there. So the dirtier chaps may take a shit load longer time.

I'm having this issue because I know what plot I want to add to this story, but it probably shouldn't happen until they've been together for at least a month (and I know what you're thinking, but that ain't plot babes) , and you see my issue.

So, sometime in the near future I may skip forward a few weeks. Not next chapter, but eventually I will be forced to.

I promise, If I write another lime, I will give you Magnus POV.

Please review, I've never written a lime before, so maybe tell me if it sucked.

Love and cyber hugs,

Mae