A/N: Feel free to review, my muffins.

Paintball

Alec checked the time on his phone again, playing with the edge of his paintballing vest. The sound of twelve year old's screaming and rapid-fire paint attack played as background music to his waiting. There were few things that drove Alec madder than tardiness, one of those being a late Magnus, another being a late Magnus not answering his texts. The guy standing behind the rental counter across from him was breathing unbelievably loud, he noted. He should be slapped.

The door to the paintball shop opened and Magnus glided through, looking like a WWI soldier had been jumped by Of Montreal. He snapped his gum and pulled his sunglasses off. A muscle in Alec's jaw twitched. "You're late."

"And you're grumpy," Magnus laughed. "Can I rent the stuff to do this thing?"

The bored kid behind the counter nodded and got him set up for good, wholesome, and violent fun. Alec grinned to himself as he slid on a pair of leather fingerless gloves. Beneath his bulky sweater and loose jeans, he was wearing his Shadowhunting gear.

Magnus slid on his paintball mask and his eyes crinkled. "I feel bad ass."

Alec rolled his eyes and put his own mask on. "Ready to be defeated?"

"No way."

The bored counter kid sat up and wheezed out the rules. There were two teams - Magnus was on team Alpha, Alec on team Beta. Team Alpha was on the left, Beta on the right. The game would stop when they entered and start up again when the buzzer went off. Three hits and you were out for the round. When you were out, you had to put your hands in the air and announce it. Same deal if you ran out of paintballs and air. And if you were within reaching distance of someone, they can either shout Mercy and go out, or be shot.

"This is going to be fun," Magnus said.

Alec nodded, smirking. "Oh yeah."

The door unlocked and Alec ran inside and to the right. Magnus didn't even see him do it. "Damn," he muttered. "Looks like I'm going to have to amp it up."

As it turned out, not just twelve year old's played paintball. Two teenage boys were ordering around everyone else when Magnus sauntered up, looking at his nails.

"Hey," he said to them.

One of the boys grimaced. "What the hell is that?"

Magnus raised an eyebrow. "Pardon?"

The other boy sighed. "We'll deal with it. Come on, Rory, finish the plan."

Rory completely shut out Magnus, who rolled his eyes, and finished the plan. "We hit Greg and Mitch - they're the biggest threats."

"No they're not," Magnus interjected. "If you ask me, Alec is your biggest threat. But it's okay. I have him handled."

One of the twelve year old's asked, "Who's Alec?"

Magnus leaned against a technicolor wooden beam. It was really dark in the Fight Zone, which wasn't much of a problem for his cat eyes. "He's my boyfriend."

Rory and the other teenager started killing themselves laughing. "Did you hear that, Tim? His boyfriend is going to kick our asses." Rory straightened up and pulled his mask down over his freckled face. "Lame. Just sit back, Nancy-boy. We'll take care of this."

The buzzer went and the team split up. Three seconds later, both Rory and Tim were out. Alec lifted his mask and grinned at them both before disappearing into the shadows. He had very good hearing.

Magnus cursed his love of classic battle fatigues as he crouched low and ran from pillar to paint splattered box. At least his boots were comfy. Two paintball's came speeding at him, only to meet a blue tinted hand and a return to sender spell. Magnus found a hiding spot and started firing his gun erratically, using magic to coax them towards players. But for some reason he couldn't find Alec...

And then he realized that Alec probably wasn't playing by the rules either. He cursed himself for not seeing it earlier. The little rat was probably runed up to the ears and padded with Shadowhunter gear.

His epiphany came a moment too late. Alec dropped down from the rafters and placed a kiss beneath Magnus's ear. "Shout Mercy, Magnus."

Magnus spun around and shot at his boyfriend, who dodged it easily. Three continuous shots splattered over Magnus's heart. Magnus stumbled back, laughing. "Oh, you're going to pay for that. I stole this jacket was vintage!"

He slumped over to the out bench and sat down beside a wide eyed Tim. "He's... he's like a ninja."

Rory swallowed hard. "Who is that guy?"

Magnus shook his head. "I told you to watch out for Alec. No one ever listens to me."

Alec slid through the shadows, unseen and unheard, until he had won the game almost single handed. The round ended and Magnus unfolded himself from the out bench. He met Alec's eyes and then flicked his mask down. The buzzer rang again and Alec fell back, hiding behind a fake plant with the leader of his team, Mitch.

"Okay, so you do what you did last time..." said Mitch. "What should I do?"

Alec laughed to himself. "Stay low, shoot only when you have the shot, and avoid the tall Asian guy with the giant hair."

Mitch nodded and disappeared.

Alec climbed one of the poles, using a glamour to hide himself from everyone - except Magnus, who had the Sight. There was a lot to climb on the ceiling. He bounced from rafter to rafter, aiming paintball's at various chests. And then suddenly he was falling. Alec didn't have enough time to wonder where he'd messed up. He stuck his feet out and landed in a crouch, wishing he could jump like Jace. Alec grabbed for his paint-gun, only to find it missing. It had flown out of his hand and landed twenty feet away.

Alec made a grab for it and then ran back for cover, completely failing to see the blue sparks sliding down the barrel and into the air chamber.

He tuck and rolled beside Greg, the other team leader, his glamour flickering out of existence at just the right moment. Greg jumped and then laughed at himself, glad that Alec was on his team. And then Alec's gun reared up of it's own will, whipped out of his hand, and shot Greg three times in the back.

Greg stood up and announced he'd been hit, completely unaware of Alec's wide eyes and rogue gun. The game stopped and Greg left, the blue paint of Team Beta slowly fading to green.

Magnus.

Alec called a time out, saying there was a problem with his gun. The referee couldn't find anything wrong with it, so Alec was stuck with the bewitched one. He made sure to keep a firm grip on it as he went looking for his boyfriend in the dark, noisy room. He hadn't been looking for thirty seconds when his gun pulled a fast one on him again. It slammed him in the ribs, knocking his breath out, and then wriggled free to massacre three people on his team. He swore heavily and considered breaking it. But he wouldn't have the money to replace it.

He was thinking of this when his legs forced him to stand. Alec's mouth popped open in a perfect O as he jerkily stepped out into the middle of the Fight Zone. Suddenly everyone still in the game was lined up on either side of him. They all took aim and

pow pow pow pow pow pow

shunk shunk shunk shunk shunk shunk

As Alec stormed off to the Out bench, he heard Magnus laughing hysterically.

Twelve minutes later, the second round ended and Magnus and Alec faced each other one final time.

The ref stopped the game just before it started, "Wait, wait, wait," he said. "Grumpy, you're on Alpha now."

Alec blinked and went over to stand beside Magnus. The buzzer went off and the final round began, with a bickering Magnus and Alec on the same team.

To Be Continued...