Alexander snorted and sat up, wincing as his wound reopened and some blood flowed out. Magnus extended his hand and started to fix the wound once again, if only because he needed Alexander alive to find out how his father had gotten a Shadowhunter on his side.
"I'm not working for Asmodeous, Magnus." He said letting out a small sigh once the wound was closed again.
" Everything you have said so far is ridiculous and has no other explanation. First you say your my future boyfriend and even though you are definitely my type, I would never date someone like you ." Magnus paused as he saw a flash of pain in Alexander's eyes before continuing. " Then you go on about how we have fought in two wars, but you wouldn't fight in a downworlder war and I wouldn't fight in a Shadowhunter war so it's impossible. Then you say you love me, yet I have never met you before nor do I want to meet you." Magnus saw the hurt stay in Alexander's eyes but decided he didn't care about some strangers feelings.
"I see how this could all be weird for you. I didn't mean to tell you any of that, but a couple of hours ago I thought I wouldn't see you again and then suddenly your right in front of me and I couldn't help myself. I was stupid and childish in my belief that you would belive me. So let me introduce myself again in a way that you might understand." He looked at Magnus questioningly and Magnus shrugged before flopping down on the nearest chair.
"I'm from the New York Institute, descendant of the Lightwood family and current head of the Institute. My family and I were part of a war against Valentine Morgenstern and later another war with his son Sebastian Morgenstern . Valentine wanted to wipe out all the downworlders and after forming a group of renegade shadowhunters, called the Circle, he used the mortal cup to control demons and fight against the clave. He wanted to bring all the mortal instruments together and call the angel Raziel. His acts of terrorism drew the Downworlders and Shadowhunters to the second war against his son, both races fought together to defeat turned shadowhunters who had drank demon blood from the mortal cup against their will. You were a participant in both wars and even earned a spot in the Clave as the Warlock delegate. I know this all seems unlikely since the current treatment of Downworlders by Shadowhunters is awful but things do change. All of this happens about 200 hundred years from now. Now as for us being a couple, well we met at one of your parties. We needed your help, and we just kept meeting. I was the first to ask you out and after some ups and downs we fell in love. Lastly, me and my family went to investigate a demon, and ended up confronting Azazel. He used his demonic magic to drain us of our Angelic Power and used it to travel through time. We asked for help from the London Institute and William Herondale is the one who took us to you. Magnus I know this is a lot to take in but I swear I would never knowingly harm you. "
Magnus stared at him with wide eyes. As Alexander had spoken Magus had cast a truth spell that would let him know if Alexander ever lied yet though the whole thing not a lie had been detected. Alexander started to lean back and yawn and it was obvious that he was having a hard time staying awake. Magnus moved over to his couch and looked into his blue eyes, taking the time to notice how the light made them a shade lighter, before he leaned in and placed his lips on Alexander's. The reaction was instant and now that Magus wasn't drunk he could feel currents of electricity pass everywhere they touched. Alexander grabbed Magnus and pulled him close, almost as if he was afraid that he would disappear. Magnus parted his lips, an obvious invitation and Alexander immediately met his tongue. Magnus melted in his arms and tried to move even closer, his hands reaching for Alexander's hair and tangling in his dark curls.
Eventually they parted due to lack of oxygen and Magnus realized that Alexander had been crying. He reached his hand and softly placed it on his face wiping away the tears. He pulled his head onto his lap and summoned a blanket putting it over Alexander. Alexander snuggled down but looked up before falling asleep.
"Will you be here when I wake up?" He asked his voice tentative and hopeful. Magnus simply nodded and started to play with his hair until his breathing evened out and his face relaxed. Magnus looked down at the sleeping boy, at his long eyelashes softly brushing his cheekbones. He was beautiful. And he was also the most terrifying thing Magnus had ever seen.