Chapter XX

„La vie en rose"

The heavy atmosphere in the theater room was felt in every fiber of my body. It wasn't because of the idiocy of the people watching us, namely Jonathan Morgenstern, Sebastian Verlac and Jordan Kyle. They were meant to clean the whole theater and placing the set, according to Alec's description. It was their punishment for a fight with me, Ragnor and Jace weeks ago. In fact, the three of us were punished too with cleaning the rooms in the school as well, me less than them, since I was already punished by starring in the play.

We were rehearsing the main scene when my phone rang. The sweet melody of Alec's song, the one I sang for him on our first date, informed me that it is him. I apologized to Miss Blackwell and answered.

"Hey, sweetie, how are you?" I asked in a cheerful tone.

"I'm good today," he replied with a sleepy voice. He had just woke up. "I'm going to doctor Anderson today, so I'll be back later. If you come by earlier, Max is in a home with Izzy, so feel yourself at home. Mom left some dinner in the oven."

"All right." Alec yawned at my response. "You should rest some more before you'll go, Alexander. You sound tired."

"Please, not you too. Mom is making me lay the whole day, do nothing and sleep as much as I can." I could tell he's frustrated with the current situation. I couldn't blame him. I would too be frustrated if I had to sit home for the past three weeks like Alec had been from the moment, his health has gotten worse. "Ok, I have to go. See you later, Mags. I love you."

"I love you too, darling." After he hung up, I returned to the middle of the stage. "Ok. We can continue."

"Anyway," Lacey started, looking at me questioningly. "When Alec will be back? His flu is taking a bit too long. It's been three weeks already."

"Soon," I commented and went back to say my lines. "Ok. Let's start from the beginning."

"I- I didn't believe hard enough," Tony said

"Loving is enough"

"Not here. They won't let us be".

"Then we'll run away."

"Yeah, we can."

"And, now, Magnus," Miss Blackwell came to stand next to me. "You're taking both of Lacey's hands into yours, bring them to your lips and kiss, before you lean down to kiss her on her lips."

As much as the prospect of kissing Lacey was making me sick, it was a part of the play. I did every step according to the script, gaining an approval from our teacher. When it came to the actual kiss, I tried to do my best, but it wasn't what Miss Blackwell imagined.

"Oh, come on," Lacey complained, as we pulled away. "You could at least put some effort in this. You're not even trying, Magnus. We should kiss passionately. And you kissed me like we'd be five years old."

"Oh, I'm sorry if I can't kiss you properly, seeing as you're not a hot blue-eyed boy!" I snapped, balling my hands into fists. "Fuck this."

"Ok!" Miss Blackwell said, grabbing me by my arm. "Everyone take five." She led me to the corner. "What is going on, Magnus?"

"Nothing. I'm sorry. I just…it's Alec…" She smiled sadly at me, caressing my hand. "I just… he's not good, you know. In fact, he's worse now. It's hard to watch him like that."

"Alec is a fighter, he'll defeat it." She reassured me. I hoped and prayed for it every night. "Will you manage a few more scenes to rehearse? I promise that I'll excuse you from the rest of your classes, so you could go and see Alec."

"Yeah."

The rest of the week was tiresome for both of us. Not only due to the classes I had to catch up on, but as well as the rehearsals. I didn't have much time to see Alec, as his doctor was keeping him mostly in the hospital to do some tests. We've barely seen each other for a few days and it pissed me off. I missed my Angel, the multiple texts and calls weren't sufficient for us at all.

How are you, baby? I sent him a text before our French teacher began the class.

Fine, sleepy, miss you, love you. His response made me smile a bit, but I still was concerned.

Love you too, darling. Sleep well. Call you later.

"So, how's Alec?" Ragnor whispered to me, as Cat was presenting her essay about Louvre. "I heard what happened in the theater room."

"I haven't seen him in a week." Ragnor interlocked our hands under the table and squeezed them. "But he's not good. Jace told me this morning that Alec is weaker now, but he tries to play it cool. Stupid boy. He won't admit to us that it's not so good as he claims it to be. I just wish…I wish for this to stop."

"What?" Ragnor asked, with horror playing in his eyes.

"Not like that. I wish for him to be in a remission again." Madame Jean-Aux shushed us, giving us a pointed look. "You know, I never was much of a believer, but now I'm even going to a church to pray for Alec. I don't know what to do anymore, Ragnor. I just… don't know."

"I wish there was something that I could do for you, Magnus. But I'm here, whenever you need me."

Mom takes Max, me and Izzy for a weekend to grandpa. His 80 birthday. If you want, dad says you can spend the weekend at our place. – Jace Lightwood.

I was surprised by Jace's text, so much that I couldn't stop myself from letting out a small what from my mouth. Again, Madame Jean-Aux shushed me. I smiled apologetically at her. Ragnor nudged me in my ribs, silently asking what is wrong. I showed him the text and all he did, was teasing me with his suggestive winks.

"Uuuu," he started as we left the classroom. "I sense a hot weekend for you, my glittery friend."

"Oh shuu…" but then his words hit me. Indeed, I could have a weekend with Alexander. Uninterrupted by his nosy siblings. I loved them, like my own siblings, but sometimes they were too much. A perfect idea formed in my mind for a lovely time with my darling. But I couldn't do it, without their help.

"Hi, Izzy, Jace," I approached them in the lunchroom, as they were sitting with Tessa, Jem, Will, Clary, and Simon. "So, about the text." Izzy looked confused at me. "Only your dad will stay?"

"Yep," Jace answered, sipping his Coke. "Believe me, it's better him than mom. Mom would check on you nonstop."

"What is this about?" Isabelle looked at her brother.

"I told Magnus, that mom takes us to see grandpa this weekend and Alec stays home with dad." Izzy turned back to me and winked as she understood Jace's words.

"Yes," I spoke before she could go on about mine and her brother's sex life. "I want to have a date with Alexander. Something nice, maybe dinner at your house and…" My eyes stopped at Cate's binder with her paperwork on Paris. Suddenly words of Alec from our first date came up to my mind. I had a perfect plan for our date. "Catie, my best of bests friends." Ragnor faked hurt, clutching his chest. "May I borrow the pictures you had on your presentation?"

"What for?"

"Je veux prendre Alec à Paris". All girls awed at my words, while guys rolled their eyes. "So?"

"Whatever you need, Magnus."

"Great." I turned to Izzy and Jace. "And I'll need your help too. Is there someplace in your home where I could set up the date, and Alec won't find out too soon?"

"The attic." Both Lightwoods said at once, then Jace continued. "I could clean it up today. It was asking for cleaning up for a while now."

"Clean freak," Izzy teased him. "And, I could cook you something."

"NO!" Jace grabbed my hand through the table. "I beg you, Magnus. Don't let her near a kitchen, if you don't want to die. I'll do whatever you want me to, but don't let Izzy cook."

"Hey!" She punched him in his shoulder and the two bickered some more. Now that I had some help, I could move to put my plan into action.

Every member of the Lightwood family, sans Alec, decided to help me. All of them agreed with Robert that Alec should have some time with me, as we were both sad the past week. With directions of Maryse what Alec couldn't eat, I and my mom prepared the food and she delivered it two hours before the date. A day before Jace sent me a picture of the attic with the decoration set up. But still, the picture didn't give a half of how it was looking for real.

Everything was perfect. Now all I had to do is wait for my beloved.

ALEC POV

From the very first moment I woke up, I tried to call Magnus, but he didn't pick up. My whole family, except for dad was going to grandfather's birthday. It was a perfect opportunity for us to spend some time alone and he was ignoring me. When I called his mom, she said he's working in Atelier because it was so busy today, but still, he could at least text me back. I had something to tell him, and I rather not do it through the phone.

I was lying on my bed, looking through the pictures of me and Magnus, when I heard some knocking. Soon dad walked inside and looked around the room.

"Get up." Dad threw my hoodie on the floor in my direction. "I have a surprise for you. Come on."

"Where?" I asked as I put the hoodie on. I was confused by all of it. Dad wasn't from those mysterious people, he laid everything out before you, even the most painful truth. But here he was, speaking in riddles and dragging me god knows where. "Dad?"

"Just come with me, Alec." He opened the door and looked meaningfully at me.

We were walking upstairs, on the third floor where the attic was. A place that I rarely went to, since no one cleaned in there for ages. Dad was still as silent as the mouse, not giving a single tiny thing out what was going on. Suddenly father stopped before the attic and knocked on the door, smiling genuinely. It didn't make sense at all, but before I had a chance to ask him what was this about the door of the attic opened revealing my boyfriend.

"Hello, my love." He greeted me, leaning against the doorframe, making me even more confused. He nodded to my father's direction and soon, we were left alone. Magnus stood behind me and covered my eyes with his warm hands. "Trust me, and take a step inside, Alexander."

He pushed me slightly with his body and I let myself being directed. We took maybe three steps before Magnus stopped us. I could smell the scent of melting wax, so he had to light up candles. As I inhaled more, the scent of wax mixed itself with the scent of cardamom and roses.

"Keep your eyes closed, my darling," he whispered again to my ear. His hot breath ghosting over my neck pulse, sending shivers all over my body. Right now, I thanked myself that I decided to take a shower this morning. At least I won't embarrass myself if this night will turn into something more. And I hoped for it, I was ready.

A soft melody filled the room, some light French tunes that I didn't know. But nevertheless, it was nice. Magnus slid his arms over mine until our hands united. He raised our arms and crossed them on my chest, pressing me to his body.

"Open your eyes, gorgeous." As always, his compliments made me blush furiously.

I would never hope for such amazing view, not even in my wildest dreams.

Right before me, stood a rounded table, with a white cloth, silverware was laid on it. In the middle were placed two deep red – Magnus would probably tell the exact name of color – lit candles. Something was covered with silver lids on the red plates, which I recognized was ours. But that wasn't all. Behind the table was hanging an image with Eiffel Tower at night. Next to it was another image, Louvre at night and on the other side was the Arc of Triomphe. All the things I wanted to see one day. And here, Magnus brought them to me.

"One day, I'll take you there, so we could both see those places." He said in a low tone, making me fall in love with him just a little bit more. Although, I had no idea if I could love him more.

I turned around in his arms and looked up at him. He was perfect, purely perfect. His golden-green eyes were sparkling in the candlelight. His smile was so bright that I couldn't smile back at him. I released one of my hands from his and lift it to touch his cheek. As I brushed it softly, Magnus leaned into my palm.

"You're so perfect, Magnus." I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him slowly on his lips. "I love you."

"I love you too, my Angel." When Magnus led me to the table and pulled the chair for me, I felt lightheaded, but in a good way. It was so romantic. When he went to his chair I finally took in his outfit.

Magnus wore simple black jeans and white dress shirt with rolled-up sleeves. There was a black tie hanging on his neck. His hair was left down, just the way I liked it. I irked to run my hand through them. Magnus's face was makeup free today, not even a foundation. He knew that I loved him best all natural. Suddenly I felt underdressed.

"You should give me a note. I would dress up. I look so…"

"Perfect." He ended for me. "You look absolutely perfect, Alexander."

"You and I understand this word differently, Mags," he just laughed at my words.

"My love, you would look perfect to me in anything or without anything. I don't care about your look." I sighed, as he poured us a grape juice. Magnus picked the lids up and revealed our dinner. It looked delicious, even though I had no idea what we were having. "Enjoy, mussels and oysters. And here," he lifted another lid, "is the tart with asparagus and salmon, in case you wouldn't like…"

"I'm sure I'll enjoy them. Bon appetite." We began our dinner. At first, I had no idea how to eat mussels and oysters, but once Magnus showed me how I felt bold enough to give them a try. They were delicious, a bit slimy, but great to my palate. "It's good."

"I should hope so," he winked, swallowing another oyster. "But leave some place for a dessert, Angel."

"Can you be even more perfect?" I asked, biting down on the tart.

"Everything for you, my love." He reached over the table and grabbed one of my hands into his, interlocking them. "I missed you so much. The whole week was…"

"A hell." He agreed with me in a single nod. "I missed you too, and today when you weren't answering my calls…"

"I'm sorry, but I wanted to make this surprise." For a moment, there was a comfortable silence between us, only being interrupted by the music. Magnus got up from the chair and came to stand next to me, extending his hand. "Can I have this dance?"

I let him pull me up and drew close to his body. Magnus was an excellent dancer. He could lead me like no one else before. Mother once forced me and Jace to take dance classes, and as much as my brother could dance, I was a total klutz. Yet, here with Magnus, I danced freely to the soft sounds of the song, playing from the old gramophone.

I'm gonna tell you a secret,

There's this boy that I'm dreaming

To have as my own until I'm no longer breathing

To love him until my heart stops beating.

He sang into my ear, running his hands over my back.

Magnus's touch was soft, yet electrifying, as he trailed his fingers across my spine, causing shivers to me. I couldn't stop imagining those fingers running over my naked skin. I wanted to feel Magnus's touches, his lips on my body. I've been fantasizing about us having sex for the first time for a long now, but I've never felt so bold to ask him. Hell, even when I tried to convince him to do something more, back in the club, he still showed me the truth that none of us were ready.

However, now I was, and I wanted him so badly.

I sneaked my hand under his shirt to run it over his muscles. We've touched what's under the shirts before, but never more. I wanted more. I needed to feel more, especially now, when everything could end any minute. Magnus seemed to like my touches, as he hummed into my ear.

"I love you, Alexander. You can't have an idea how much I love you, Angel." He said. "You are my miracle, my treasure. I love you more than it's even possible."

"Show me then." He narrowed his brows, looking confused at me. "Show me, how much you love me, Magnus. I want you to have sex with me."

"Make love." This time I raised my brow in question. "It won't be just sex, we'll make love." I agreed to his naming. "Are you ready, Alec?"

"I've never been readier, Mags. I want you, so much." I leaned on my tiptoes and crushed my lips over his in a passionate kiss. "Are you ready?"

"Yes." He answered, interlocking his fingers with mine.

I led Magnus back to my bedroom, thanking my mother that she changed the sheets today before they left to the party. In fact, now it made sense that she insisted Jace cleaning my bedroom yesterday.

Once we were on my bed, we started with simple kisses, to get each other in the proper mood. Magnus's talented tongue was dancing with mine, leading it perfectly, just how he liked. His smooth ring-free hands were traveling across my chest, underneath my sleep shirt. I tried to unbutton his dress shirt, but it seemed to not cooperate with me.

Magnus laughed and agreed to help me. He unbuttoned his shirt with a blink of an eye and left it open for me. His bare chest was a sight to behold. I've seen it before, ran my hands over it, but not like this. It turned me on so much. I placed my hands on his shoulders and pushed the shirt off him. Magnus pulled my worn shirt over my head, leaving me exposed to him.

"Amazing as always," he sighed before his lips were on my chest. "Angelic beauty, Alexander."

"Magnus…" I moaned when he placed his hand over the waistband of my sweatpants.

"It will hurt, Alec, I'm not prepared." He said with a concern, pulling my pants down, leaving me in my black boxers. "I didn't assume we would…"

"Second drawer, under the shirts." I pointed at the direction of the drawers, turning my face in the other direction, as I felt my cheeks burning. It was one thing thinking about sex with your boyfriend, but having it? It was both nerve-wracking and exciting.

Magnus jumped off the bed and walked towards the dresser. He pulled the drawer open and started to look through my shirts. Soon, he pulled out a bottle of lube and pack of condoms. He smirked at me, winking suggestively.

"You went shopping, I see." He teased, looking at the items. "Chocolate, nice, and you got the right size. I do wonder, how did you know, love?"

"You don't want to know the story," I mumbled through my hand. Magnus came back to the bed, placing the items on his right side.

"So, you've planned this," Magnus teased, opening the buckle of his belt. "You wanted me in your bed."

"Of course, I want you in my bed," I replied, unzipping his jeans. "I love you and I want to show it to you in every possible way, Magnus. I just want to love you."

"I love you too, my sweet Angel." Magnus took off his pants, along with his underwear, leaving himself stark naked. My eyes raked over his naked body, so hard and inviting to touch. "You can touch, darling or you can admire. I'm fine with both."

"Both," I whispered and let my hands roam over his naked body. It was better than I could ever imagine. Soft skin, sharp hips, firm thighs and finally his intimate parts. Way better than I dreamed them to be. Magnus reached for my boxers and looked me in the eye for a confirmation. When I gave him a simple, but a certain nod, he slid my boxers down, revealing my straining erection. Magnus licked his lips and eyed me from head to toe. "What?"

"You…I…" Did Magnus Bane was speechless? "Gorgeous, extremely gorgeous. I could probably come just from looking at you, so sexy, hot, and all mine. I'm going to make you feel so good, my love."

"Have you seen yourself?" I tried to play his game of teasing, though he was a master of that. "You're heavenly beautiful, Magnus. I'm so lucky."

"You're about to get luckier." he teased, as he reached for a condom and lube.

"Don't use that." I pointed at the protection. "I want to feel everything. I trust you."

Magnus began to prepare me with his fingers. It was a strange sensation at first, but soon, it turned into a bliss. When he deemed me ready, he did one of the things I dreamt him to do. He took me into his hot mouth.

"Mags…" I moaned, as he moved his mouth along my length. I grabbed his hair in my fist and tugged it lightly, making him moan around me, sending me a new wave of sensations. "Magnus…please…"

After the first wave of a pleasure, Magnus hovered me again and kissed me deeply, letting me taste myself on his tongue. As much as the first thought of this could disgust me, it was so hot as well.

"I'll be as gentle as I can, my sweetheart."

"I trust you, Magnus."

There weren't proper words that could describe the feelings I've felt when we finally became one. When the first pain went away, I felt myself being on cloud nine, as Magnus was slowly moving inside of me. It was amazing, incredible, breathtaking. Our hearts were racing in the same way when we kissed during making love. Our hands were marking each other's bodies, letting us feel the biggest bliss in the world. We reached our climax together, holding hands, declaration of feelings leaving our mouths.

"I love you so much."

We laid in an embrace, covered with the last traces of the ecstasy we reached together in this blissful lovemaking.

I was the first one, who woke up in the morning, as the earliest rays of the sun attacked my eyes. Magnus was still softly snoring in my arms, with his arm thrown over my hips. I couldn't help but smile at the sight before me. A naked man that I loved was lying in my arms, covered with marks of our amazing night. I could get used to seeing such view each morning.

Unfortunately, I wasn't sure if this opportunity will be given to me.

Magnus started to squirm under my subtle touches over his hipbone. I always knew he was ticklish, but I could never figure out a spot to prove this theory. Now I've found it.

"Mmm…good morning, darling." Magnus opened one eye and looked at me.

"Morning, Mags." I kissed the top of his nose.

"How do you feel, Angel?" He asked, opening his other eye and raising himself on his elbow. His voice was a bit hoarse, but as soon as he drank the water from the cup on the nightstand, it seemed to get better. "Alec?"

"I feel amazing." I grinned, through my blush. I could feel my cheeks burning, as the memory of last night danced in my mind. "Thank you for last night."

"No need, my love," he replied, kissing my knuckles. "I should be the one thanking you, for choosing me as your first. I'm honored, Angel." I didn't know if I could turn redder. "You were wonderful, Alexander. I love you."

We kissed slowly, but I couldn't get myself into this kiss, as I had to let him know the truth. I couldn't hold this from him any longer. He pulled away and looked questioningly at me.

"What is it, Alec?"

"I need to tell you something." In one second his face was full of worry. "I promised that I won't hold anything from you now."

"Alec, you're scaring me." Magnus sat on the bed and took my hands in his. "Sweetie?"

"I wanted to tell you yesterday, but you didn't answer my calls and then that night…I didn't want to ruin this moment for us…"

"Alexander…"

"Magnus…I'm starting chemo in four days."

A/N: Did you like it?

Sorry for the end, you know, but I couldn't stop myself from writing it.

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