A/N: Happy Monday... I didn't have school today, so this happened? I guess? Thank you for your reviews :D!

Disclaimer: I own Alec's book and Magnus's songs. (I hope the songs I've included don't suck too bad :\ ) But I do NOT own Alec and Magnus or any of the stuff that belongs to Cassandra Clare.

Alec and Magnus, again, sat at their usual table in Alicafé, feet tangled together under the table, Magnus sipping his rainbow drink and Alec ignoring his black coffee. Alec was drawing and Magnus was watching him. Both men were content. The sun was streaming through the window lazily, and there wasn't a thing in the world to be worried about.

"Your sister said some interesting things to me this morning," Magnus eventually said. Alec's hand stopped on the page, leaving the sketch of Magnus minus one eye. He looked up.

"She said some interesting things to me last night," he countered. "About you." He glanced back down at his paper. "She said you liked me."

"Well, she said you liked me too," Magnus told him, smirking. "She was right in any case; I do like you."

"I like you too," Alec admitted in a whisper, cursing his heart for racing. It wasn't like it had any reason to run.

"Glorious," Magnus breathed, eyes lighting up. He reached across the table, latched onto the collar of Alec's shirt, and pulled him awkwardly upward, so he felt his legs bend to an uncomfortable angle as he was yanked out of his seat. Magnus had one hand planted firmly on the table as he smoothly tugged Alec toward him.

And kissed him.

Alec had read descriptions of kisses—hell, he'd written them—but he'd never felt quite like this, where he could relate heart and soul. Some writers used the expression 'captured' when describing kisses. Alec finally understood that. Magnus had captured his lips and Alec was certainly incapable of escape. He'd captured Alec entirely, mind and body. And Alec figured it would be more of a problem if he had any problem with it… which he didn't. He leaned up into Magnus, forgetting his awkward position at the table. It was forceful and needy and messy, but Alec thought it couldn't have been more perfect. Only when he thought he might pass out from lack of oxygen did he pull away, flopping heavily back into his chair, face painted red. Magnus was grinning despite his smeared lipstick. Oh God. Alec reached up to touch his mouth, and his fingers came away blue and glittery.

"I applaud you, boys," Clary snickered from the counter. Magnus, who still hadn't sat back down, turned to her and bowed.

"Would you like an encore?" He asked teasingly. The redhead just laughed, shaking her head at him. He finally resumed his seat, still grinning at Alec, who was trying to figure out what the hell he was supposed to do now. If he said he hadn't liked that kiss, he would be the biggest liar in Alicante. But nobody knew about him… except Izzy and Jace, and Magnus, and now Clary, and maybe the few other people who were half-paying attention in the middle of the afternoon in a coffee shop. He smiled back at Magnus.

"Did Izzy mention that this character I've been drawing—the one with the cat eyes and the magic hands—was you?"

"Oh, honey, I can show you magic hands," Magnus teased, licking his lips slowly. Alec blushed redder.

"You know that's not what I meant," he chastised.

"Yes, but darling, you walked into that so hopelessly it was impossible not to say anything."

"Whatever… I meant the blue fire… you know, this one." He flipped to the beginning of his sketchbook and showed Magnus the majestic-looking silhouetted character with spiky hair, green-gold cat eyes, and a handful of sparkly blue flame. He watched Magnus take in the image, an impressed expression gracing his features. They sat in silence for a few moments.

"I have something for you," Magnus said abruptly. "I was going to wait until I released it to tell you, but now that you know who I am, well, I suppose you should just hear it." Alec raised his eyebrows as Magnus stood, pushing his chair back, and held out his bejeweled hand. Alec took it and they hurried outside, Magnus not letting Alec release his hand until they stopped in the middle of Alicante Park.

"What is this?" He stammered. "I don't understand. You have something for me? But you're Magnus Bane."

"Yes, darling, I thought we had cleared that up," he said loftily. "Now be quiet. I figured I couldn't sing to you without either attracting attention or getting emotional—or both, and I'm not sure which is worse—so you're going to have to listen to this with your earbuds." He reached into Alec's coat pocket and pulled out his earbuds, then untangled the cord and connected them to his phone. Before Alec could move, the singer shoved the devices into Alec's ears, tapped on the phone screen, and looked up smiling. Music started to play, a sweet melody swirling into Alec's ears and soon enough his heart as well.

You whirled into my life

Dressed like you could be my shadow

But in reality it was me

Going wherever you go

My mind has never wandered like this before

I guess before

I was knocking on all the wrong doors

All the locked doors

And I guess I was distracted that day

I lost my way.

Alec smiled at the reference. He couldn't be sure if it was intentional or not, if Magnus had thought about the book or not, but right now it didn't matter. It began to rain, again (what was up with them in the park and rain?), and he looked up at the clouds in puzzlement. He wondered how the world could possibly still have darkness in it.

Blue eyes

Became my sky

Became my earth and air

And light and sun and water

Blue eyes

Became my favorite color

I'm the one who writes songs

But you're stuck in my head

Oh blue eyes, blue eyes, blue eyes

You're my demise, demise, demise

I love you way too much

And yet it's not enough

I can't get enough of those

Blue eyes

Alec met Magnus' eyes, shockingly green and gold and catlike. He smiled, hoping his overflowing emotions wouldn't drown either of them. He reached out and grasped the hand that wasn't holding the phone, and Magnus smiled back, rain running in rivulets down his beautiful face.

I saw you in the park

And the world was trying a bit too hard

To look as good as your painting

As you added color to the dark

My heart has never stumbled like this before

I guess before

I was knocking on all the wrong doors

All the locked doors

Would it be too cliche for me to say

I like it better this way

Life is better this way

When the only thing I'm lost in

Are your eyes

Magnus' voice grew quieter when the verse finished, only to explode in passion when he reached the second chorus. Alec closed his eyes, so that the world faded out. The rain soaked his hair and his clothes, and he grew cold, but it didn't matter. Magnus' voice was warmth enough.

Blue eyes

Became my sky

Became my earth and and air

And stars and trees and fire

Blue eyes

Became my favorite color

I'm the one who writes songs

But you're stuck in my head

Oh blue eyes, blue eyes, blue eyes

Shove away all these lies, these lies, these lies

I want you way too much

And yet it's not enough

I can't get enough of you,

Blue eyes

You know I say my favorite color

Has always been the rainbow

That has never been more true

Now that all I can think about is you

I don't think there's enough glitter in the world

To match the sparkle in your eyes

Blue eyes

And if anyone asks, blue eyes

I'm not in love with your blue eyes

But if that's what this feeling is, blue eyes,

Then I'm in love with you, blue eyes

My soul has never been unanimous before

I guess before

I was knocking on all the wrong doors

All the locked doors

Can you give me the key

To open all the locked doors

Open all the locked doors

Oh, blue eyes

Became my sky

Became my universe

My life and want and wonder

Blue eyes

Became my favorite color

I'm the one who writes songs

But you're the music to my ears

Oh blue eyes, blue eyes, blue eyes

And the galaxy cries, and cries, and cries

Because I need you way too much

But I know I'm not enough

I'm not enough to catch those blue eyes

I'll never get enough of you,

Blue eyes

And Alec opened his blue eyes and let the tears spill out, and he watched, soul alighting with heavenly weightlessness, as Magnus was visibly engulfed.

"Wow," he breathed. "Wow. I love it. I love…" he trailed off and looked down at Magnus. "It's amazing. No one's ever written anything about me before. I don't know how to thank you."

Magnus smiled slowly.

"I have a few ideas."

Hope that didn't suck. More plot next chapter! :P