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This was supposed to be up on Saturday, but I was really unfit for writing during the weekend, If you follow me on tumblr you know what I mean.

Tender is the night
Lying by your side
Tender is the touch
Of someone that you love too much
Tender is the day
The demons go away
Lord I need to find
Someone who can heal my mind

Come on, Come on, Come on
Get through it
Come on, Come on, Come on
Love's the greatest thing
Come on, Come on, Come on
Get through it
Come on, Come on, Come on
Love's the greatest thing
That we have
I'm waiting for that feeling
I'm Waiting for that feeling
Waiting for that feeling to come

Oh my baby

Tender is the ghost
The ghost I love the most
Hiding from the sun
Waiting for the night to come
Tender is my heart
I'm screwing up my life
Lord I need to find
Someone who can heal my mind

Blur, "Tender"

Magnus could feel his palms trembling as he restrained himself from reaching out for Alec. He fisted his hands, clenching them so tightly his nails bit into the heels of his palms, leaving half-mooned marks. He felt cornered; he tried to fool the artist, but the boy was too perceptive. He should have predicted that the blue-eyed wonder would see right through him. For fuck's sake, the boy was an artist, he observed and noticed every little detail. He probably memorized every little grimace that Magnus made. He should have broke things off between them over the phone, but he didn't want to be an asshole. Alexander deserved better than that.

He glanced up nervously, his orbs meeting Alec's azure, confused eyes. He trained his gaze back on the carpet, and bit his lower lip; stalling-waiting for Alec's move. He desperately wanted to escape. It was his way; escaping the problem. It was always that way, so why wasn't he running?

"Magnus?" The artist began, trying to get the model's attention. The man stubbornly inspected the flat's floor as if he were searching for something. Finally he sighed and stated: "I don't have feelings for you. Now, if you would excuse me…" The green-eyed model grit his teeth, wishing that Alec would just let go. As he started to stand up, a short defying sentence made his blood run cold.

"I will not," the artist simply replied.

"What?"

Alec's harsh words resounded loudly in the empty room and divested the man of any hope of fast retreat. Magnus peered at the boy, and blanched. Alec's jaw was set, his shoulders tense as if he were prepared to be defensive about the whole thing. Jesus, Magnus thought, it was not like he would yell at him. He felt bad that the artist was getting riled up because of him. He also was a little bit freaked out, because he didn't think that the boy was able to be so persistent and strong.

"You are not leaving; at least not until you are honest with me. I have time, we can sit here, with you starring at the carpet as if you were trying to figure out a Pollock's piece."

Magnus briefly wondered who the hell Pollock was, but then dismissed it, having much bigger problems right now. He knew Alec was right; they were attracted to each other. Hell, in Magnus's case it was even more than simple attraction; he felt the need to protect the boy. He realized that the biggest harm that could happen to the artist would be from himself. If they were together, and Alec fell in love with him, he would finally find out about his occupation, and he would be devastated. The blue-eyed wonder didn't deserve to be with such rubbish as him. He was being used, ravaged by men and women alike on a daily basis. His body was dirty; he was beyond repair. How could he let Alec get attached to someone like him? No, the innocent, talented Alexander was not his to be taken. He would find someone better; someone who didn't bare the scars or didn't flinch when something moved too fast.

"You don't want to be with me, Alexander," Magnus fiddled with his fingers, trying to convince Alec even though his heart screamed at him to stop, to be selfish for once. He could feel the boy's eyes glued to his bowed head, and he knew that if he glanced up he would drown in the endless blue right away.

"Would you let me decide, huh?" Alec snapped, his gaze angry.

"I have done some horrible things in the past," the model continued as if the boy hadn't interrupted him.

"I don't care," Alexander declared. He crossed his arms and glared at the man, daring him to rebut. He felt as if a car had run through him. His headache was getting stronger, not diminishing; despite the pill Izzy had given him. And Magnus chose to be a stubborn moron. He behaved as if he committed some awful crime, and Alec was pretty sure that he was being a drama queen. The growing need to kiss the model also did not help his patience.

"Oh, Alec, you do care. You will care," Magnus whispered and squeezed his eyes shut. When Alec found out how he sold his body, he would not be able to stand the contempt in his baby blues. He would break if Alec started to hate him.

"Did you kill somebody?" The artist suddenly asked. Startled, Magnus gazed up, his wide, shocked orbs finally meeting Alec's blues for the first time in twenty minutes.

"What?"

"I asked if…" The boy started to repeat, but the model interrupted.

"Yes, I heard you, Alexander. No, I didn't. God, what is even going through that head of yours?" He shook his head in amazement. If he were not so miserable and scared at the moment he would laugh at Alec's antics.

"So you didn't murder anyone. Well, I don't care what you did then," Alec stated shortly.

"But…"

"I do not care, Magnus, okay? What you did… It's done, alright? You cannot change the past, it's not important, and it won't influence the way I think I'm starting to feel about you. For me, what's important is what happens now." The artist peeled one of Magnus's hands from the grey, sparkling material of his shirt and gingerly rubbed his thumb on the model's wrist. With his other hand, he grasped the man's chin and made him look at him. Magnus marveled at the gentleness of his touch, he was used to harsh pulling, smacking, not this, not this sweet torture. He fought the urge to lean into the touch as the artist tenderly smiled at him. "So, will you let me get closer to you? Or are you going to run away while chivalrously trying to protect me from oh so evil you?"

"Alexander, I'm serious, you will see, I will harm you. Even if I don't want to…" Magnus whispered. He felt his eyes tearing up as he thought how badly he would be able to destroy the blue-eyed artist.

"Look, we always hurt the ones we love the most, didn't you know that? I'm willing to take the risk," Alec said quietly, his fingers tracing the outline of Magnus's cheekbone. "What do you say? Will you give it a shot?" He leaned forward and pressed his lips to the model's shortly, just an innocent closed-mouth kiss. As he withdrew Alec tensed up, expecting a shove, an angry yell, but all he felt was Magnus's fingers intertwining with his. He gazed right into the man's expressive, green eyes and waited for his reaction.

Magnus could not control his racing heart, his thoughts were running in his mind, and he couldn't decide what to do. He was so tired of fighting with himself. And Alec claimed that he didn't care what he did in the past. Why couldn't he be happy? Yes, he was damaged, but maybe Alec was his medicine. Maybe the blue-eyed boy was the only one able to fix him. He didn't really make a conscious decision; the word tumbled out of his mouth without any command from his brain.

"Yes."

As he saw Alec's happy grin, any regret that he felt vanished at once. He pulled on the artist's hand, coaxing him over to the couch. He smiled uncertainly and then pressed his mouth to Alexander's. The feeling was exquisite, nothing like he had ever felt. He kissed so many people, but none of them could best the blue-eyed boy's tentative touch. It was clear that Alec did not have much experience, but for Magnus, it felt like heaven.

They broke apart, and bright blue met yellowish-green. Alec wetted his lips with his tongue and the model's pupils dilated at the sight. He curled his hand around the boy's neck and moved closer to kiss him properly. As he gently sucked on the artist's lower lip, he could feel Alexander's fingers gently ghosting against the tender skin of his lower arms, up to his neck, finally entangling them in his styled, black hair. They went slowly, their mouths gently caressing, the teeth tenderly nibbling. As if it were not a conscious decision, Alec started to lean back, pulling Magnus with him, so that after a while they were sprawled on the coach, the model resting on top of the boy.

Magnus's tongue darted out and probed at the artist's lips, begging for entrance that Alec quickly granted. He slipped his tongue inside, the muscles leisurely stroking, evoking quiet sighs from both boys. They did not rush; they took the pleasure from the simple contact between their bodies and slow kissing, their fingers gingerly exploring the skin of their upper torso.

When they finally pulled away, Magnus propped his chin near Alec's breastbone and smiled at him as the artist caressed his cheek. He laid his head on Alexander's chest and listened to the steady heartbeat. He drifted off the sleep, lulled by the tranquil sound and the boy's fingers going through his hair.

Next chapter will be up by Friday. Things will go much faster now!

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