Author's Note: Literally wrote this in one sitting. It was so much fun. I can't believe there's only one more chapter left! I'm going to miss it, but I'm sure there will be more Malec in the near future.

U is for Undisclosed:
Is the whereabouts of Alec's clothes.

"What? What do you mean, you're not doing this today?"

Alec raised his eyebrows at Magnus and looked down at their tangled forms. The warlock was stretched across him, one hand under his shirt. Alec hadn't gotten the chance to speak until now, since Magnus practically tackled him at the door and pushed him down on the nearest piece of furniture with his tongue down his throat.

"I mean I just want to take a nap. I'm tired."

"But I haven't seen you all week," Magnus pouted, resting his chin on Alec's chest. "I've been lonely."

"I know. I'm sorry. We've just been so busy…summer solstice was yesterday, and you know how the demons and faeries go wild. There should be a lull for a while, though, so I'll make it up to you."

"But Alec," Magnus persisted, "summer solstice doesn't just affect demons and faeries. Warlocks feel it, too."

"You do?"

"Yes. And I've been so patient all week." Magnus did an impressive gyration with his hips for emphasis. If Alec wasn't so dead tired, he probably would have commenced ripping his clothes off without further discussion, but the fact was that even with Magnus on top of him, practically begging him for sex, it was all he could do to keep his eyes open.

"I'm sorry," he said again, stifling a yawn. "Can you wait for another hour?"

Magnus looked mildly offended but acquiesced, rolling off Alec to snuggle at his side. "Fine," he permitted. "One hour. But then your pants are coming off."

Alec closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the sky was dark outside the filmy windows of the apartment. He sat up, stretching. Magnus was gone.

So were his clothes.

"What the—?" He searched the floor around him, but his gear was nowhere to be found. Had Magnus actually undressed him in his sleep? Had he agreed to sex and then slept through it? That last scenario seemed unlikely. "Magnus! Magnus, are you here?"

"Here, darling." The warlock appeared from the kitchen, blinking innocently. "You slept for quite a while. It's already ten o'clock."

"Why didn't you wake me up?"

"Well, I tried, but you were unresponsive. If it weren't for your atrocious snoring, I would have been concerned."

"One more question. Where are my clothes?"

Magnus tapped his chin. "Where indeed…?"

"Look, I'm sorry about sleeping for so long," Alec sighed, although he didn't really think he had anything to apologize for. "I told you I was tired, didn't I?"

"You did. And I told you that your pants were coming off in an hour."

"You didn't say you'd hide them from me!"

"Well, you won't need them for a while, will you?"

"That depends," Alec retorted. "My cell was in my pants' pocket, and I need to check my messages to make sure that there's no demonic activity in the city."

"Let Isabelle and Jace handle it," Magnus persuaded. "They'd understand. And I'm sure they are decent enough to dump their workload on you when their lovers are insanely horny."

Alec actually took a moment to consider. It was a convincing argument. But he did have responsibilities to uphold, and while his siblings might have understood, his parents would be another story entirely if they find out. Besides, what if they got hurt because he wasn't there? He explained this to Magnus. "Just let me check my messages to be on the safe side. I'm sure there's nothing."

"It's almost like you don't want to have sex with me," Magnus moped, waving a hand. Alec's cell phone materialized next to him on the couch. He scooped it up and saw that there was a voicemail from Isabelle. According to her message, there were several small hordes scattered around the east side of Manhattan that were still on the solstice high and needed addressing. It's a lot of demons, she assured. I know you're with Magnus and everything, but it's pretty important you get here soon.

Alec sighed and played the message aloud. "Sorry. I've got to go."

"But that's not fair! You slept all day!" Magnus exclaimed.

"Izzy and Jace need my help! What do you want me to do, Magnus? I can't just ignore my Shadowhunter duties."

"Why not?! The Nephilim do it all the time!"

"Well, I don't! Especially when my sister and my parabatai are in danger."

"Oh, please. Isabelle and Jace can handle themselves just fine."

Alec reeled, injured. "If Izzy says she needs me, then she needs me. Yes, they're both magnificent Shadowhunters, but that doesn't make me inconsequential, Magnus. They still need my help sometimes."

"That's not what I meant and you know it," Magnus snapped.

"Where is my gear?"

Magnus crossed his arms. "I'm not telling."

"Are you kidding me right now?!"

"No. If your Shadowhunter duties are so important, you can go fulfill them naked."

"I can't fight a horde of demons naked!" Alec cried.

"Then go pick out something of mine. It's good enough for me to wear in battle, after all."

"Magnus, I'm not wearing your clothes," said Alec flatly. "I need gear. Just tell me where you put it and when I come back I'll stay for as long as you want."

"No, I'm not taking your word for it anymore," Magnus sniffed.

"Why is this a problem all of a sudden? It's not like this is the first time I've had to leave out of the blue."

"That's exactly it!" Magnus said. "This isn't the first time. I'm always falling behind your Shadowhunter duties. I understand that they're important, but let's face it, Alec—it's not like it's always life or death. I mean, that voicemail was hours ago. The hordes are probably all gone."

"Would you like me to call Isabelle and check?"

"No," Magnus growled, frustrated. "I want you to understand that I am irritated and want to punish you by forcing you to fight in embarrassing clothes!"

"That's ridiculous!"

"I know, but it's happening anyway!"

"Just tell me where my damn gear is!"

"No!"

"You know what, fine!" Alec stood up, throwing his hands into the air. "There's no freaking use arguing with you. I'll go raid your stupid closet for something to wear. Happy?"

He stormed away into Magnus's bedroom and threw open the closet door. He blanched. There had to be a simple black t-shirt and pants in there somewhere, but if there was it was buried under shiny, neon, studded, glittery, leather costumes. He might have to go fight naked.

Alec began digging hopelessly. He saw Magnus standing in the threshold from the corner of his eye, but he pointedly ignored him. The whole situation was idiotic. Magnus was being selfish. Alec couldn't just lie around the apartment while Isabelle and Jace were fighting crazy demons. If one of them got hurt, it would be his fault because he wasn't there to watch their backs. Alec was sorry that he had neglected Magnus lately, but it wasn't without good reason.

He jumped violently when Magnus pressed a hand on his back. The black leather gear appeared on his body, complete with steles and his bow and quiver of arrows. He turned around, surprised, to find Magnus looking at him sadly.

"I'm sorry, Alexander," he murmured. "I just feel like killing demons is more important to you than I am."

Alec gaped, blinking. He didn't know where this was coming from. He had always left when Izzy or Jace called, but Magnus had never objected before. Had he just held it inside until now? In retrospect, Alec realized that Magnus probably had a good reason to be upset—he did put him on the backburner an awful lot. But Alec had always assumed that Magnus understood why.

"You know that's not true," Alec said. "I mean, I came out of the closet I was hiding in for eighteen years for you, in front of people who will probably never accept me the same way again. I don't leave you to go kill demons. I couldn't care less about killing demons—it takes more than that to make me go. I leave to protect my family. Sometimes they just need me more than you need me."

"I know," Magnus sighed. He put his head on Alec's shoulder. "It still doesn't make me feel any better."

"I'm sorry, too. I don't ever think about you being lonely because you're always working or partying or doing something way more interesting than spending time with me, but that's still no excuse for letting you feel like I don't care about you," Alec said. He put his arms around Magnus and nuzzled his neck. "I love you more than anything. I'll be better about managing my time."

"I love you, too, darling," Magnus said.

Alec's cell phone buzzed in his back pocket. Magnus reached over and pulled it out, checking the caller ID. "It's Isabelle," he said, separating himself from Alec and handing him the phone.

"Hello?"

"Alec? Where are you? Didn't you get my voicemail?" Isabelle asked rapidly.

"I'm at Magnus's. I fell into a coma and didn't hear my phone ring. I just woke up and got your voicemail and was on my way. Where are you?"

"We just took down a horde," Izzy said. "We're cutting through them like butter. They're just the little shrimp that scavenge whatever they can after the solstice. Meet us by that coffee shop near Luke's so we can finish up."

"How many more hordes are there?"

"I don't know, they're scattered all around. They're not really hordes—they travel in packs of maybe two or three."

"I'll have to take a rain check, Izzy," Alec said. Magnus looked up sharply and slowly grinned.

"What? Why?"

"I have a week's worth of negligence to make up to my insanely horny warlock boyfriend," he said, grinning back. "Besides, it sounds like you guys got it covered."

He barely managed to hang up before Magnus grabbed him and did something with his tongue that almost made Alec's knees give out. They fell to the floor, landing on the discarded pile of clothes that he had refused to wear.

"Thank you," Magnus said against his mouth. His hands clawed at the leather of the Shadowhunter gear, moving less dexterously than with regular clothes. Magnus could probably disassemble the most complicated lingerie in mere seconds, but he had little experience with gear.

Alec caught his frantic fingers, bringing them to his lips. "Magnus, why are you using your hands to undress me?"

"Oh, right!" the warlock cried. Blue sparks danced across Alec's vision, and then once again his clothes disappeared. But this time, he couldn't care less about their location. He wouldn't need them for a while.

Note: Even Magnus gets insecure sometimes. :)