Heeelllllloooooooo! I know, I know: I have a shitty updating schedule, but high school is not the most helpful in that department. I've also been caught up with reading other Malec fics on here and laughing at the hilarity of some of them. I could come up with more excuses, but you probably don't want to read them. So now the usual, I own my stuff and nothing else, thanks to those who reviewed (you make me happy) yada yada yada.
And to AnonymousAlaska: Thank you! I will admit that no, I hadn't thought about it; I mainly write the songs for fun. And I am sorry about poor Sebastian… *goes into corner and cries of guilt* but it was necessary. And since you aren't the only one to think of Robert, he does have something to do with it, but not all of it. He will actually be a character in the next few chapters, and believe me, I am dreading writing them.
Isabelle realized that Alec and Magnus were no longer in the living room at around one in the morning. She and Camille had apparently been talking for four hours, and she hadn't even noticed.
"Where did our favorite boys go?" Camille wondered aloud.
"They probably went to sleep," Isabelle shrugged. Then she realized Alec and Magnus were more than friends, and sleep probably meant something much different from what she'd originally thought.
"Let's go check," Camille said. "If the door's locked, we go away, no harm done."
"I like the sound of that," Izzy grinned, and the two women padded down the hallway. Izzy didn't know where anything was in this apartment, but Camille stopped outside a slightly open door. The lights were off and there was no sound coming from within.
"I guess they really are asleep," the blonde woman frowned. Izzy stood on her toes and Camille ducked down so they could both look through the door. What they saw made both of them start giggling. Alec and Magnus were, for all intents and purposes, tied in a knot, arms and legs holding each other close. Magnus' head was under Alec's chin, and Alec had one hand in his silky black hair, running his fingers through the strands like water. Even if the position could've been suggestive and was romantic to the point of overflowing, for some reason it was the most innocent thing Isabelle had ever seen.
"Awwww," she and Camille both cooed, simultaneously pulling out their cell phones to snap pictures of the couple.
"That has got to be the cutest thing ever," Camille sighed.
"Alec is never this affectionate to anyone," Izzy informed her.
"They're good for each other," Camille agreed. "I hope this one doesn't go down in flames like Imasu."
"Who?"
"One of Magnus' exes… he lived in Peru and was a total dick."
"Was?" Isabelle noticed.
"Yes, was. He did live in Peru and he was a total dick… when we knew him. Now that he's in the past, he deserves past tense."
"Got it," Izzy nodded, and they closed Magnus' door gently, but not before Chairman Meow darted through and curled up on top of both Magnus and Alec. Magnus' hand lifted to stroke his cat once before he tucked his arm against Alec again.
Making their way back to the living room, Camille and Izzy showed each other the pictures they had taken. Both of them got some pretty decent ones, which they sent to each other, still giggling. They flopped down on opposite sides of Magnus' giant fluffy couch, and the fact that it was after one in the morning suddenly made Izzy quite a bit tired.
"You know, I think Alec and Magnus had the right idea," Camille said sleepily, crawling next to Izzy and lying down with her head on Izzy's shoulder. "Night, Isabelle."
Izzy smiled, relaxing against the couch and her new friend. "Goodnight, Camille."
Magnus woke up with his cat on his head and his head on Alec's chest. Chairman Meow disproved of the movement with a disdainful flick of his tail and clambered off of the bed. Alec was still asleep, arms around Magnus, his head sideways on the pillow. Magnus' heart surged looking at him, followed by a flood of shocked cold, causing him to shiver: the author of All the Locked Doors was in his bed. Saying he was floored would be a drastic understatement.
"Good morning, love," he said, kissing Alec's nose before he slipped out of bed and went to get dressed. Alec stirred, then shot upright.
"Agh!" He yelled. "Oh god. I forgot where I was for a..." He looked around. "Magnus, why am I in your bedroom?"
"Because we came in here last night after my friends got too loud, and then we fell asleep. And generally people don't teleport in their sleep."
"I bet Jace does," Alec frowned. "I remember once he woke up on the floor in my room and he swore he hadn't moved from his bed."
"People sleepwalk," Magnus shrugged.
"Where's the fun in that?" Alec swung his legs out of bed and stretched. Magnus tried very hard not to stare at the gentle curve of his back as he picked out his outfit for the day: bubblegum pink leather pants, a black button-up shirt with a white diamond pattern, golden dangly earrings, and the weight of Mt. Everest in glittering necklaces. He was fully prepared to change in front of Alec—he was by no means self-conscious, and anything that could make the blue-eyed beauty blush was a win in his book—but the author muttered something about his sister and stalked out of the room. Shrugging, Magnus got dressed, slipped into his sparkly four-inch platform boots, and headed to his bathroom to do his hair and makeup.
Emerging victorious—and gorgeous—from the bathroom some time later, he strutted into his living room to see Alec making coffee. Raziel bless him, Magnus thought, and then, I think I want to keep this one. Isabelle and Camille were still asleep, cuddled up on his couch. He thought they looked like puppies, and decided to take a picture of them, their hair spread out around their relaxed shoulders. Magnus couldn't put into words how ecstatic he was that Izzy and Camille, his two best female friends, got along so well. He could hardly imagine a world where passionate Camille and enthusiastic Izzy could not stand each other, thus he was gladder than ever that he'd been placed in this one.
He made his way into the kitchen and sat on the counter, watching Alec. He turned, two mugs in his hands, and seemed surprised to find Magnus there already. With a sheepish grin he said, "I don't know how you like your coffee, you'll have to spice it up yourself."
Magnus laughed and added chocolate syrup, cream, and sugar to my coffee. Alec, holding true to his habits, kept his black, which he found oddly adorable.
"Why did you keep me for the night?" He asked, not looking at Magnus' face.
"Why did you let me?" Magnus countered, smirking cockily.
Alexander blinked. "You were on top of me, Magnus, it wasn't like I had much of a choice."
"Did you like having me on top of you?" Magnus purred, leaning towards him. Alec shuddered visibly, and Magnus wasn't sure if it was because the apartment was cold, because he was uncomfortable, or because desire was running its freezing fingers over his skin in ways Magnus so longed to.
Shut up, you can't just ravish the author of All the Locked Doors, the logical side of him protested. He told his logical side to go fuck itself.
"You are pretty cute when you sleep," Alec grinned. "So yes, I suppose I did rather enjoy having you on top of me."
The author of All the Locked Doors just called you cute, his logical side chimed in again. Now you can ravish him.
Magnus put his coffee down and licked his lips. He stepped forward, pinning Alec against the counter, body flush against his own.
"You can't get away with talking like that," he growled in Alec's ear, hands encircling his slim waist as their lips met, and—finally, finally—it developed into more than chaste, straying past careful and entering a territory of burning passion, Alec curling his hands into Magnus' soft hair, dragging a moan from the singer's lips; Alec playing with his hair was going to be the death of him. He stepped even closer, pressing their bodies together, shoving Alec up onto the counter and using his hands to guide his long legs around his waist. Magnus could feel it escalating to reach the same level of the similar events that had happened in the park, and apparently Alec could do, because he leaned even deeper into the kisses, nipping at Magnus' lips until he had no choice but to part them if he wanted to keep his sanity. He tilted his head farther to the side, urging Alec's tongue to dance with his.
An outburst of giggling caused the two men to jump apart and turn around. Izzy and Camille were sitting at the table with their phones out, likely photographing or even videotaping the scene. They had also stolen Magnus' and Alec's coffees respectively, and were presently sipping them through their devilish grins.
"I think I like this relationship," Izzy said to Camille.
"I couldn't agree more, babe," Camille agreed. They clinked cups and lowered their phones, giggling some more. Alec, red-faced and disheveled, shot a glare at his sister.
"We thought you were asleep," he muttered.
"Evidently," Izzy snarked. Magnus frowned at the girls.
"You took our coffees," he noted.
"You seemed to be getting your kick start from a different source this morning," Camille said easily. "We didn't think you needed them anymore."
"There has been an abundance of the royal 'we' this morning," Izzy announced. "First Malec, and now you."
"Malec?" Alec exclaimed. "You're making up words now?"
"It's a ship name," Izzy groaned. "You know, Magnus plus Alec equals Malec? Killian and Mala are Killiala? You're an author, Alec, you should know about those."
"Alec's an author?" Camille looked confused. "What did you write?"
Alec looked uncomfortable again, and Magnus wished the girls would spontaneously combust or something so he could get back to kissing him.
"Camille Belcourt, you are looking at the gorgeous author of All the Locked Doors," Magnus proclaimed proudly. "Camille's jaw dropped and hung there, eyes wide open. She almost spilled her coffee.
"I didn't think Alexander Lightwood was such a person!" She shrieked. "Oh my god, I walked in on Maggie making out with Alexander Lightwood!? Oh my God! Oh my God! I have pictures on my phone of Magnus Bane snuggling in his bed with Alexander Lightwood!?"
Alexander Lightwood looked almost as shocked as Camille did. "This is why I never did public things," he stammered. "This exactly."
"Because people would videotape us making out?" Magnus said slyly.
"No!" Alec yelped. "Because people would freak out like this. I'm still the same Alec you met yesterday, Camille."
"But now you're tongue-wrestling with my best friend, and you're a world-famous author, and god, can I pressure you into writing a sequel to All the Locked Doors?"
"No, you can't," he sighed. "But you can pressure me into bouncing story ideas off of you, and you can be one of the people I come to to ask if those ideas are shit."
"I'm honored." Camille actually did look honored. "Come on, Izzy, let's leave our favorite boys here all alone—"
"—and go to Alicafe or something," Izzy finished her sentence in a heartbeat. "I'm game. I'm in the mood for an insane drink."
"You don't suppose they serve blood?"
"If they did, would you actually drink it?" Izzy laughed as she and Camille started to leave the apartment.
"A vampire's got to keep her strength up," Camille joked. "It takes energy being this fabulous."
"I don't think you're the one who'll be needing energy," Izzy said suggestively, raising her eyebrows at Magnus and Alec as she closed the door. "We'll be back in a few hours, boys."
"So, Alexander, what scandalous activities do you want to get up to today?" Magnus wondered innocently, sliding his hand down Alec's leg. Alec melted into his hand, falling against Magnus' chest, arms winding around his neck, and they were kissing again. Alec tasted like what Magnus thought magic might, sweet and wild, leaving electric shocks wherever he touched. No, scratch that—Alec was magic.
And he made Magnus feel magical too.
"I'm gonna stop by Alec's apartment!" Jace called as he was heading out the door. Clary acknowledged this with a shout of 'okay,' and Jonathan just grunted, picking a splinter out of his hand. He'd just returned from Alicante himself, on business he'd opted not to discuss. Jace got the distinct feeling that Clary's brother didn't like him, and he'd just been in a worse mood since the crash. They hadn't heard from Alec since the party last night, but Jace knew Alec wouldn't still be asleep, so he figured his brother wouldn't mind if he dropped by.
It was still raining, but the road wasn't flooded, so Jace decided to risk driving. He wasn't about to ruin his hair walking to downtown Alicante, in any case. So he set out, carefully inching the car down the curving mountain street.
He passed the crash site and tried not to look until he passed, realizing he'd been holding his breath only after that turn was behind him. He made it to Alicante without event and pulled up next to Alec's building. Jace didn't understand why Alec wanted to live in an apartment when he could practically afford Buckingham Palace, but he wasn't about to question his brother's lifestyle choices. It wasn't like Alec was committing crimes; he was just choosing not to spend his money ridiculously. Jace respected him for that.
He marched up the stairs and knocked on the door, frowning when Alec didn't answer it with his usual half-frown, wide blue eyes, and messy hair. Deathly quiet rose from inside. Jace tried the handle and pushed the door open. Almost immediately, something large and obviously heavy crashed to the floor in front of him, where he would've been standing had he just barged in… had he been entering his own home.
Looks like our mystery attacker hasn't given up, Jace thought, edging around the broken table top—yes, it appeared as though someone had taken the top clean off of Alec's coffee table. He entered the apartment and made a loud, shocked sound at the sight that greeted him. The lamp was on its side, the bulb cracked, the shade dented. There were rips in the couch that looked like they'd been made with an axe or a katana or something. In the kitchen, glasses were smashed all over the floor and the counter, and the stove was on. Jace turned it off and again barely managed to jump back as more glasses and plates plummeted to the tile floor.
Jace had seen enough. He'd almost been killed twice and he'd been in Alec's apartment for five minutes. He called Alec and paced desperately while the phone rang.
"Hello?" Alec sounded breathless, but at least he'd answered.
"Alec! Where are you? Your apartment is trashed and it's like someone set up multiple traps to injure or kill you! Your coffee table almost fell on my head!"
"What?" Alec sounded more awake now. "Jace, I haven't been back to my apartment! I'm at Magnus' place!"
"Thank the Angel," Jace sighed. "I'm coming over."
He heard Alec mutter something to Magnus, something that sounded an awful lot like We'd better not be in this position when he gets here. Jace decided to pretend he hadn't heard that. It wasn't his business if his author brother wanted to fuck a famous singer.
"I won't hurry," he told Alec, grinning mischievously. "You don't have to worry about me bursting in on anything, big brother."
Alec groaned, and he sounded exasperated, so Jace hoped it was because of his comment and not something Magnus was doing. He hung up and made his way out of the apartment, shutting the door behind him. It was a ten minute drive to Magnus' building, and he drove leisurely. He arrived and ascended the stairs, knocking on the loft doors loudly. They were opened in a minute or so by Alec, who looked surprisingly normal. Magnus was sitting in a catlike position on the kitchen island, kicking his bare feet against the side. His white cat, who Jace remembered had a ridiculous name, like Neil Catrick Harris or something, was sitting on his head, surveying the room like a king. Magnus was on the phone.
"Yes, dear, you can come home now," he was saying. "No really. Jace is here. Yes, see you soon, babe. Love you too."
Jace had to try hard not to raise an eyebrow at the endearments and affection in his voice.
"Camille and Izzy are on their way back too," he informed them. Alec nodded, looking unbothered, so Jace figured Magnus probably said he loved everyone and called many people things like 'dear' and 'darling' and 'babe.'
"Why were you at my apartment?" Alec asked.
"Wanted to visit you, see how you were doing," Jace shrugged. "Why weren't you at your apartment?"
"Because I can't be in two places at once," Alec said flatly. "I fell asleep here last night and haven't gone home."
"Fair enough," he replied, shrugging. "Izzy is going to assume you and Sparkles here were doing something a little more exciting than sleeping, though."
"Nope. She spent the night here too," Magnus replied. "She and Camille apparently came into my room in the middle of the night and took pictures."
"Tell her to send them to me," Jace snickered.
"I will, honey," Magnus grinned. "Now, tell us about Alexander's apartment."
Jace quickly glanced at Alec—he was okay with Magnus calling him Alexander?—and recounted the story of his adventure at Alec's apartment. When he was done, the cat had walked directly from Magnus' shoulder to Alec's, and was now lounging around his neck like a scarf. Alec reached up and scratched the cat's head, and purring rang through the quiet apartment. The door burst open and two women strode through, brandishing coffee cups and shopping bags.
"How was your morning, babe?" The blonde one asked, grinning as she made her way over to the boys and kissed Magnus on the cheek, then did the same to Alec. Jace's eyebrows were challenging Mount Everest for the highest point in the world by now.
"It was glorious, darling," Magnus replied easily. Izzy laughed like the demon she was, slinging her arm around Jace.
"Good to see you, brother," she said. "Why are you here? I have some bad news."
"So do I."
"Shoot," Izzy said.
"Alec's apartment was totally destroyed," Jace said, at the same time as Izzy blurted, "Dad's in town."
Well, shit.
A/N: Okay…? This took longer to write than I thought it would. Tell me how I did? And yes, Robert's annoying face will be making an appearance next chapter, which I will hopefully have up within the next few days. Love y'all! :)