Warning: Is this the moment you've all been waiting for? Is it?

I don't know. But it's going to be mature material, so if the last chapter was too much for you, this one is sure to be.


Magic Moment
Chapter 29: Mount

Alec.

He could feel the wind against his face, so soft it tickled his upturned nostrils and his eyelashes as if swept through. Alec smiled faintly, enjoying it. In the distance, he could hear the sound of the waves rushing towards the shore, the muted quiet of the ocean. It was nice and unfamiliar - the peaceful background noise. No sounds of traffic, no crowded streets, no people shouting, no horns blaring, just the water and the shifting sand and the wind whispering to one another.

Alec.

He thought he'd imagined someone was calling his name the first time. Confused, Alec opened his eyes, blinking up at the dark night sky, a great expanse of black dotted with small points of twinkling silver.

It reminded him of Magnus's hair, only the black was even and flat.

"What are you doing?"

A shadow loomed over him. Starting, Alec craned his neck back, and found himself staring up at an upside-down Magnus. The warlock smiled down at him, teeth gleaming white, the wind blowing his loose hair across his bright eyes.

He was standing there naked and unashamed. When Alec didn't respond, Magnus stooped, bending at the waist and extending an impossibly long arm close to Alec's face, offering up his hand for Alec to take.

"Are you coming?"

"What?"

"I want to go for a swim."

Alec reluctantly accepted Magnus's hand. He didn't remember being pulled up, or attempting to stand. Suddenly, he was just on his feet and looking into Magnus's eyes, palm to palm. Magnus stroked the back of Alec's hand, then lifted it to his lips, delivering a single kiss to the center of his palm.

"Come on. The water's warm," Magnus promised with a smile.

"How do you know? You don't look wet."

"I know," Magnus answered vaguely, releasing him. Then Magnus was turning and breaking into a run, kicking up sand as he headed fast towards the water.

Alec was fast on his heels, faster than should be possible. Within moments, he felt the wet mud beneath his feet, sloshing through the shallow water in pursuit of Magnus, who was up to his waist several feet ahead.

Alec dove in to get it over with, expecting to be blasted with cold water. But Magnus was right. It was warm. Very comfortable, like hot bath water. Even the breeze somehow didn't bother his wet skin as he came back up.

Magnus was laughing in delight, turning to splash him.

"Hey!"

"That's for making me wait."

"I followed you."

"You hesitated."

"But I'm here now," Alec insisted. Magnus tread water over to him, loosely sliding his arms around Alec's waist and urging him closer still.

"Yes, you are," Magnus replied. Alec tilted his head, the narrow bridges of their noses brushing. Droplets of water beaded between them. Magnus's moist lower lip brushed his, tasting of salt and seawater. Alec kissed his lower lip, tugging on it with his teeth.

Magnus sighed. The sound encompassed Alec, overcoming the sound of the waves and the wind. The sound went on and on, rushing against his ears.

Their lower bodies pressed beneath the warm water. It felt so good, Alec moaned against Magnus's mouth. Magnus answered with a purr, stroking Alec's lower back.

Weightless beneath the water, Magnus shifted on a wave and then his legs were wrapping around Alec's waist. Alec closed his eyes, breathing hot against Magnus's cheek.

"Is this what you want?" Magnus murmured, breathing against Alec's right ear, causing him to shiver.

But Alec couldn't find his voice. He was rocking steadily against Magnus, his hands sliding down the warlock's slick back to clasp his buttocks, guiding Magnus along with his movements. Magnus moaned low in his throat, tilting his head back.

Alec leaned in and kissed his exposed throat, bobbing up on the crest of a wave, jerking into Magnus.

Sharp nails were digging into his shoulders. Magnus eased up and back down into him. Alec bit his lip to keep from crying out, and when that wasn't enough, he started nibbling Magnus's bare shoulder, sucking the water from his soft skin.

Alec.

What now?

It wasn't time for talking. Alec didn't want to talk or to think. He just wanted to feel. He wanted to ride this wave of pleasure until the end.

Please, Magnus. Please just let me do this.

Even though Magnus's head was thrown back again and he moved in tandem with Alec, Alec distinctly heard the sound of his name again, carried by the wind. He could have sworn it was in Magnus's voice...

~*~

"Alec."

Alec remembered staring up at the ceiling, trying to count the different shadows he saw, reflected across the plaster. He remembered hearing Chairman Meow scratching at the door at one point, and wanting to tell the cat to knock it off.

He remembered hearing Magnus murmur in his sleep. Sleep-talking, he assumed, but he couldn't make anything out. Magnus had squeezed his hand subconsciously, and Alec had returned the squeeze, wondering if anything was wrong. But Magnus didn't wake. Eventually he stopped talking and went still again, just the even feel of his breathing beneath Alec's hand.

The one thing he couldn't remember was falling asleep. But apparently he had, because the next thing he knew, Magnus was calling his name. Alec experienced an odd feeling of deja vu, trying to remember. Had he been dreaming?

"Alec!" Magnus hissed, more urgent this time. Alec tried to open his eyes. Damn, that hurt. His head ached and his eyes were dry and sore, probably because he had got almost no sleep. He blinked several times in the darkness, then started to shift, when Magnus's groan stopped him. It sounded like he was in pain.

"Magnus? What--"

"Just don't move," Magnus warned, clamping down on Alec's hand. Alec realized that Magnus's back was tense, that the warlock's skin was hotter than usual and covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Alec, too, was warm.

Very warm. And there was an ache, now only in his forehead, but his lower belly. He was cramping. No, that wasn't right.

Was he still aroused? Yes. And he was nuzzled up against Magnus. But not just nuzzling; it felt like a fist was surrounding him, only tighter, hotter. Only Magnus's back was turned and his hands were in front of him, not behind --

And then Alec realized it. He was inside Magnus. Too stricken to look down, he knew by the way it felt and the way their bodies were aligned, that it had to be the case. A faint tremor raced through his body, and then went through Magnus as well.

Alec tentatively touched the warlock's slender hip, not wanting to hurt him any more than he obviously had. Magnus curled his nails into Alec's hand.

"Just give me a minute," Magnus advised.

"When did I...? How did..."

"We were sleeping," Magnus replied, his voice still pinched. He could hear Magnus breathe in and then let it out with care. "I thought I was having a hot dream."

Alec was still trying to remember. Now that Magnus mentioned it, Alec thought perhaps he had been having one of those. He'd been dreaming about Magnus. And the beach. Or was that his failed trance from before?

But that wasn't important. The point is in the present, he was hurting Magnus. He had taken advantage of his boyfriend in his sleep. Impossible though it sounded, awful as it was to come to terms with, he had done it and now he wanted to withdraw and take it back, but he wasn't sure how to go about it. "I'm sorry," Alec whispered. "I didn't mean--"

"It's fine. It only hurts in the beginning. If you'd just given me some warning," Magnus tried to chuckle, and Alec felt him tentatively shift. Alec gasped at the sensation.

"Don't move," Magnus commanded, and Alec tried very hard to honor that request. But he didn't want to continue hurting Magnus. He was desperate to make it better.

"What should I do?"

"Well, this might help," Magnus decided after a moment. Alec wasn't sure what this was at first. Magnus lowered his hand, smoothing it down his slight, unblemished chest. Alec felt his own palm gliding down to Magnus's stomach without resistance, then brushing up against Magnus's sex.

Instinctively, his hand curled around it and Alec felt Magnus responding before he heard him sigh. He relaxed minutely against Alec, some of the tension in his back fading away.

Glad to have made it a little better, Alec curled his fingers and started stroking Magnus.

"Ahhh. Alec," Magnus breathed. Then he felt the warlock's hips moving, rocking back against him.

"Magnus?" Alec whispered, concerned.

"You can move now," Magnus reassured. He could hear the smile in his voice, though it quickly turned to a growl. "But don't you dare pull out."

"OK..." So Magnus wasn't experiencing any pain now?

"If you start to freak out, you tell me."

"I won't do that."

"Promise me," Magnus urged, doing something that made the tight muscles draw even tighter around Alec.

"I promise," Alec replied, although his voice came out shaky, when he was hoping for firm. But it couldn't be helped. It felt like his sex was caught in a vice. A very hot, spasming vice.

Alec leaned in and pressed a kiss to Magnus's shoulder. A simple 'I'm sorry,' although it didn't feel like enough. He didn't mean for this to happen. He regretted hurting Magnus, even if it was subconsciously done.

Had he been dreaming about making love to Magnus? Surely he'd remember that.

"You can make up for it later," Magnus replied, as if he knew that Alec was feeling remorseful about it.

Alec smiled tentatively against his boyfriend's bare shoulder, deciding he'd rather start atoning now. And so he closed his hand, stroking Magnus in earnest.

Magnus responded with a throaty moan, arching into Alec's touch. Alec groaned, since the movement also affected the placement of his own hips. The backward rock encouraged his next thrust, and without pulling out, he'd managed to retreat and shift forward once, back into that incredible heat.

"Is this what you want?" Magnus inquired in a husky voice.

Alec paused at the question, feeling that wave of deja vu again. Magnus stopped moving as well, apparently concerned when Alec stopped responding.

"Alec?"

"Yes," Alec replied, glancing forward at Magnus's profile. "I want this," he clarified, feeling abandon in those words - finally admitting that, what had started as an accident was what he desired all along. And now that Magnus was feeling no discomfort, he felt free to move. And move he did.

Laying on their sides like this, he couldn't achieve the same force and impact that he was used to when they were facing one another and 'dry humping', but maybe that was better. He wanted it to be gentle, considering how it started. Alec wanted to make it good for Magnus as well, not just find a nice place to get off.

But Magnus sounded like he was enjoying himself. He moved eagerly between Alec's left hand and Alec's thrusting hips, grinding relentlessly. Magnus moaned his name, rubbed his cheek against his own arm one moment, only to bury his cheek against the pillow the next, his hair an unkempt mess thrown across his face. It still sparkled with flecks of glitter.

Alec pressed his lips to that warm, tan shoulder again, wondering what it felt like for Magnus. What exactly was it like, to have another man inside you? For Alec's part, he was anxious about it. He wasn't exactly eager for the pain, although it wasn't typically his style to shy away from it. It's just that he worried it'd be something like being stabbed in the gut, that kind of crippling blow.

He understood that it only got worse if you were tense, but how could he not be tense? Magnus had simply breathed through it, but Alec wasn't so sure if he could be that cavalier about it. As much as he trusted Magnus, as much as he loved him, was he ready to open himself up to him like that? Was he ready to take that chance and will himself to relax around another body trying to invade his? Because that was what it was like. An invasion. As much as Magnus might try to phrase it differently, that's exactly how he felt when he woke up inside Magnus, as if he had invaded the warlock, and without his permission.

Would it be significantly more bearable if he knew it was coming? If he was able to anticipate it? Or would that only make it worse?

"Alec."

Magnus's wrist was enclosed around Alec's hand, stilling him. Alec realized that Magnus was close, and in spite of his drifting thoughts, Alec was still moving against him, his body naturally working towards its own release. Alec moaned, thumb brushing along the silken underside of Magnus's sex.

"Don't stop," Magnus reminded, rocking back against him.

"I promise," Alec vowed again, tightening his arm against Magnus's side.

"I want you to come inside me," Magnus urged, swiveling his hips.

Oh God. Could he really do that? Did he want to do that?

It seemed so dirty. Worse than marking Magnus's backside with his release.

Wouldn't it be unbelievably...messy?

And what if it is? You liked marking him before.

But this is different.

Same principle. You can claim him when you climax. You can claim him from inside.

Alec whimpered, sinking his teeth into Magnus's shoulder.

Magnus cried out, rippling against him. Alec felt the vibration, then the sticky feel of Magnus's come between his fingers as his slick palm encouraged his release.

Alec ground against him, feeling the cramping worsen in his stomach. He recognized the tension - he was close too. The decision had to be made.

Was he going to shoot inside Magnus? Was he going to pull out?

But he'd promised Magnus he wouldn't. He promised he wouldn't withdraw.

And so Alec closed his eyes, riding out the final wave until he was grunting Magnus's name and jerking with his own release, rocking against the taut feel of Magnus's buttocks, rubbing against the hot, supple flesh. Magnus had clamped around him, imprisoning him there. But it wasn't necessary. Alec was already lost in that hot vortex, the energy and the heat leaching from him through his climax, until he was shaking, his pulse beating hard against his eardrums. He relaxed against the bed, wiping his hand off on the sheet.

There was a web of sticky hot skin between them. Alec sighed against the back of Magnus's neck, kissing beneath his hairline.

"I love you," Alec sighed.

"And I you," Magnus responded, lifting Alec's trembling hand to his mouth and kissing it.

~*~

"Alec."

"Hm?"

"Alec."

"What?"

"Get up."

"Why?"

"I'm going to change the sheets."

"Now?"

"Yes, now."

"Why?" Alec insisted, cracking one eye open at last.

Magnus was sitting up, lips pursed. He didn't look particularly happy. But when Alec opened the other eye and lifted his head, Magnus grinned.

"You've made of mess of my sheets."

"I did?"

"Yes, darling. Now get up."

Alec shifted groggily, sitting up and then crawling to the edge of the bed. His face was flaming. He focused on climbing down without falling. When he was on his feet, he heard Magnus chuckle and snap. Then snap again, the rustle of fabric announcing the appearance of a new sheet, which Alec could hear Magnus smoothing into place. "All better. You can come back now."

Confused, Alec turned and crawled back into bed, feeling the residual stickiness against his thigh. He bit his lower lip, laying back down against the pillow, watching as Magnus slid into place beside him, facing him this time.

"Alec."

"What?"

"Just one thing, and then you can go back to sleep."

"Mmk," Alec answered sleepily, though he closed his eyes.

"You better have been dreaming of me," Magnus breathed, very close to his face.

Alec smiled vaguely, pretending to be fighting sleep, although his heartbeat was thudding against his ears again. He was sure now that it had been a dream, all of it, the first dream segwaying into another. As real as it had seemed, it was just a dream (wasn't it?).

It must be, because Magnus wasn't acting like they had just made love. Nothing was different. Nothing significant had changed. Magnus was Magnus. And Alec was...confused.

Could Magnus manipulate dreams, as well as memory? He would have to ask in the morning. Sort all of this out. Maybe then it would make more sense.

For now, he merely gave the warlock what he wanted. A simple answer. "I was."

"It was good?"

"Definitely."

Magnus laughed softly, stroking his cheek. "I told you."

"Magnus?"

"Yes, baby?"

"Stop talking."

Magnus chuckled, kissing his cheek, then he was settling up against Alec's chest, embracing the shadowhunter and nuzzling his shoulder. "Sweet dreams, darling."

Alec smiled against Magnus's hair, willing the dreams to return.