A/N: I am 90% sure you are going to kill me by the end of the chapter. Sorry. Not sorry.

Disclaimer: I own only the plot, obviously. The characters belong to the lovely Cassandra Clare.

Alec drove very fast through New York. It was already ten o'clock and they weren't at the party yet. He really didn't want to stay there until past midnight, but it wasn't at all up to him. Isabelle and Jace were depending on him to bring them back home and knowing them, that wouldn't be until at least 3 am. He would very much prefer to be in his own room, back at the dorm, reading or preparing to go to sleep but instead he was driving his siblings to a stupid party that took place in Brooklyn. And not only driving them there but having to attend the party himself. At first, back in Izzy's room, he planned on having a good time, but that quickly changed after they spent no less than an hour in his room trying to decide what he was going to wear. Isabelle made some reproachful comments about his clothes and planned a shopping trip as soon as possible because all your sweaters look like they've been collected from a dumpster as she liked to say.

"Change that song!" he heard Izzy say from the backseat of the car.

"It's by RHCP!"

"Who?"

"Red Hot Chili Peppers."

" Whatever. I don't care. It's sad and it kills the mood."

"What mood?" Alec replied in a sarcastic tone.

"Alec, you promised," his sister reminded him. We are going to have fun tonight. All three of us!"

"Jace is the one sleeping," noticed Alec while he granted Isabelle's wish. He didn't change the song, but turned the music off completely. After all, this was his car. They will listen to his music or no music at all. This was the only rule he had, although he didn't mention it to neither of them. He just hoped Izzy wouldn't ask him to put on one of her favouritesongs. God knows he could barely stand those!

"I am not sleeping," came a mumbled response from where Jace was sitting. "I was just resting my eyes."

"Resting your eyes my ass. Wake up, now!" Izzy shouted while she punched Jace in the head with her purse. She then proceeded in punching Alec, also in the head.

"What the hell was that for?" he shouted back.

"We wasted one hour because you had nothing not-black and at least decent in your closet. And for God's sake, Alec, buy some jeans that are not faded black!"

"Instead of criticizing my taste in fashion you could tell me where's the next turn, because I have no idea where this party is suppose to be and I'm pretty sure we'll get lost if you keep distracting me from the rode."

"I would criticize your taste in fashion if you had one. And take the next right turn and we should be there. Let's hope we'll find a place to park this car. I'm not planning on walking all the way till there in these 7 inch heels."

Isabelle was dressed with a nice red blouse that offered a pretty detailed view of her gifted chest, although it was nothing too eccentric. She paired it with some skinny black jeans which revealed the curves of her body. Her jewelry added the perfect amount of glow to her look. As they were getting out of the car, Alec decided to keep a close eye on Isabelle that night. Jace was still sleepy but as they were approaching the building where the party took place he seemed to lighten up a bit. He was wearing a white loose shirt which was unbuttoned at the top and the sleeves were rolled to his elbows. The soft material made the lines of his collar bones and the ones of his toned chest visible Alec suddenly realised how boring was his outfit. He had on a pair of uninteresting shoes, some black jeans and a blue sweater which Isabelle approved with. She also added a belt to his jeans and arranged his sweater in a way which made his accessory visible. She was not entirely pleased with the result but she said it will do it for now. Alec could only agree having no idea what his sister had been talking about.

They reached a door and Isabelle took a deep breath, rearranging her blouse for the fiftieth time that night, and then she pressed the buzzer.

A moment later a voice echoed through the stairwell. "Come in. This should be fun."

"Will, I swear to God. If you just let someone else in, I'm going to kill you." Magnus seemed very pissed off as he was approaching the door in front of which Will was standing. "There are more than 200 people in this loft. There is no more room. Or air, for that matter."

"Calm down, Magnus. It's a party. You need another drink. Come on, let's get you one."

"I'll have another drink after I answer the door," he replied as the buzzer rang. Magnus was frowning at him so Will headed off to the bar to prepare said drinks. The buzzer rang again.

"Welcome," Magnus said as he was opening the door. In the room walked in a girl that Magnus recognized immediately, a boy with blonde locks who seemed very confident in himself and right after him Alec stepped in.

Realization hit him. Alec, the blue-eyed god was now at his party, offering Magnus numerous ideas of the way he was going to spend his night. A huge grin blossomed on his face.

"Oh, hello there."

The boy's eyes were fixed on the floor or on his shoes – Magnus couldn't tell for sure - but after he heard Magnus' voice he lifted his head.

"Oh, shit," escaped the boy's lips. He was watching Magnus with a terrified look.

Isabelle and Jace turned toward their brother and Magnus' face dropped as he tried to understand what Alec's words meant.

"Do you know each other?' Jace asked while frowning.

"Yes," Magnus responded but in the same moment he heard Alec's voice.

"No," the boy said. Magnus was taken aback by the harsh tone. Alec couldn't look him in the eye but instead he was glancing over to Jace, fear spread all over his face. "No, I don't know him." This time the answer was a low whisper and his lips were trembling.

Magnus' eyebrows shoot up.

"Oh. Then I guess not," was all he could say after that. He felt offended by Alec's statement and frowned nervously.

Alec noticed his change of figure and became even more terrified. Magnus cast a glance toward him one more time. The boy was dressed in a blue cashmere sweater so the light in his eyes seemed darker now. This sweater was tighter than the ones Magnus had seen Alec wear on a daily basis and it highlighted the lines of his neck and abdomen. Magnus moved his stare and his eyes fell on Alec's body, analyzing his every shape. He found himself starring with intensity at the edges of the other guy's body and thinking about how much he wanted to touch them, memorize them and trace them with his bare hands. It was a shock for him to sense the intensity of the feeling, especially now when he saw Alec's distant attitude. He shuddered at the thought and at the wave of fear that followed it.

Alec's outfit was well put together and Magnus guessed Isabelle had had a say in it. She herself was dressed like a femme fatale and, as she walked in, a few heads turned around to look at her. Some girls were looking at the golden boy standing in the door frame who was scrutinizing Magnus. But Magnus had eyes only for the boy in the shadows. Alec took a few steps at the beginning, but as he realized that Magnus was the host of this party at which he had been dragged to, he stopped stock still. He was now standing half in the lights from Magnus's loft and half in the shadows of the stairwell, looking terrified and as though he was going to run down the stairs at any second if his siblings and Magnus kept staring at him, each of them with a different look in their eyes.

This was getting very uncomfortable for all four of them so Magnus decided to stop this game of pointless stares.

"Would you like to come in or are you going to wait in front of the door until the party is over?"

Alec's head shoot up, feeling the irritation in Magnus' voice.

"He's coming in," answered Izzy as she pulled Alec inside the loft. "You promised," she whispered into Alec's ear, but Magnus heard because he was standing close to the door. He closed it with a powerful shut and looked at Alec, a last shade of hope melting in the green and yellow of his own eyes. Maybe he would look at him, maybe the blue sea living inside Alec's eyes will satisfy his needs. But as Alec met his glare, Magnus could see there was no blue sea living in there anymore, but a storm unleashed, his eyes a darker shade of blue Magnus hadn't seen till then. Just a glimpse of the inner fight going inside Alec's soul.

In that moment Magnus realized this was not the Alec that he had bumped into in his room at the college, but the Alec who he had met in the hallway, scared of everyone around him. Only that now they were surrounded by more people and very loud music was reverberating around Magnus' loft.

He stepped away for the second time since he met Alec, deciding to give him the space he obviously needed.

"Try not to break anything. Drinks are at the bar. Help yourselves. Have fun." He smiled, but this time only to Isabelle and stepped away from the three of them, blending into the crowd of people who were jumping up and down feeling the music flowing through their veins.

He didn't know that a pair of blue eyes was watching his every step until he completely disappeared in the multitude of sweaty bodies. And even if he did know, it wouldn't have made any difference, because he was still going to walk away and Alec was still going to do nothing about it.

He found Catarina and Will who were both at the bar.

"Why the grumpy face?" She asked.

Magnus waved his hand dismissively and poured some tequila into his glass.

"Is everything alright?", she insisted.

"He's here," Magnus responded, more for himself, as he emptied his glass and filled it again.

"Who's here?" asked Will.

"No one. I was just talking to myself." He placed his empty glass on the countertop.

"Magnus... are you sure you are fine?" Catarina asked one more time.

Magnus wasn't going to let the incident with Alec ruin his party so he turned toward his friend and smiled reassuringly. "Yes, I am fine. It was just a stupid think that bothered me, but now it's gone. Come on, let's dance," and he pulled her right in the middle of the dancing floor, both with huge smiles on their faces.

Song:Crave youby Flight Facilities

Three hours and probably ten drinks later, Magnus was owning the dance floor and almost every single person in the room wanted to dance with him at least once. He was moving easily, waving his body following the beat of the music and drawing every look on him.

At some point he felt a pair of strong hands slightly grasping his buttocks and then moving slowly up to his waist.

He turned around to come face to face with a tall, dark-haired young man.

But it wasn't the dark-haired guy he wanted to dance with.

He immediately pushed that thought in the back of his mind, blaming the alcohol for even thinking abut it. Magnus started to wave his hips around the other man's body, moving with a fluid sexuality he so well mastered.

The stranger's hands wandered all over his body, while the fingers' touch and his breath, filled with the sharp smell of alcohol, were mirrroring the hunger in his eyes. It was not a soft touch, but a craving, almost desperate one, and Magnus could not blame him. He was so used with men wanting only his body and he could not lie and say he wanted to give anything more.

It was so much safer and easier to offer your body.

And after all who cared about anything else than to satisfy the never stopping needs that made all of us so weak?

So Magnus fell one more time in the pleasure offered by an unknown body.

The waving of his hips stopped and Magnus closed his eyes as though he wanted to take it all in - the air crammed with flavoured smoke, the deafening sound of electro music, the strange sensation of having a body pressing so hard against his own.

He opened his eyes and saw the man standing so close to him. Breath against breath. One sweat body pressed against a lean and long one.

He leaned his head closer.

It felt so easy - and so wrong it hurt.

The stranger grabed Magnus by the waist, pressing his fingers in his back. Magnus placed his hands around his neck, pulled him closer and kissed him.

Lips collided powerfully agains lips.

Hard. Fast. Breathless.

A sharp toungue found its way in Magnus' mouth and he let it in with a soundless gasp. He moved his toungue around it. And then further away. Blending his saliva with the taste of whisky and melting his breaths in the hot ones coming from the other man.

Magnus pulled away when it felt to much to burden himself with.

The man's hands were still resting on his sides as he let his wet lips rest against Magnus' cheek.

"Room. Now," he whispered.

"When I was finally enjoying myself. Such a pity," said Magnus.

"Trust me, you'll be enjoying yourself much better if we go to a room." As the stranger spoke, Magnus could feel the arousal in the man's pants becoming harder and pressing on his own knee. His devilish smile became even wider.

"Then room it is."

They made their way through the crowd of people, some of them dancing, some of them making out in the middle of the dance floor, and other couples practically devouring each others faces giving up dancing entirely and turning Magnus' living room in their personal bedrooms.

For a moment, Magnus thought he caught a glimpse of a tall dark-haired boy walking out of the living room with a cat following him, but when he tired to differentiate the guy that caught his eye from the other revelers, the man's figure was already gone.

He shook his head and tightened his grip on the stranger's hand, leading him to his bedroom.

But they didn't reach it, beacuse Magnus found himself pressed against a door that didn't lead to his room.

He lifted his head, watching the other man grin as he saw himself finally alone with Magnus.

The man's hands traveled all over his body and stopped when they reach the place they were most eager for. Magnus felt a hand stroking him through his pants and let out a loud moan.

Then cold lips were leaving wet marks on his neck, and when they found his mouth, the door opened.

Magnus grabed the man by his jeans and tried to lead him to the bed, pulling him closer for another kiss.

Somehow, the young stranger tripped in the doors's threshold and fell on the floor, pulling Magnus down with him. They landed on the carpet with a powerfull thug, limbs entangled on the carpet.

The alcohol and the fell made everything go spinning, but it didn't take much for them to remeber why they were here.

The young man let his hands travel around Magnus' body, and then his lips followed, bitting hard when they reached his collar bone.

Magnus' hands were now searching for something to clutch on as the other man's hands were in his jeans following the line of his boxer-briefs. He finally decided to pull the man's hair and they both let out a loud moan that immediately turned into a groan inside Magnus' throat as the stranger hands were finally where they should be.

The man's movements were driving Magnus insane.

"Please," Magnus whispered.

The guy seemed to understand the message. He pulled his hand out of Magnus' leather pants, leaving him with an unsatisfied look, unbuttoned his own jeans with fast movements and then moved on to Magnus'.

After he was done with the undressing, he threw their clothes somewhere on the floor and leaned over Magnus with a hunger in his eyes that sent a shiver down Magnus' spine.

The man encircled Magnus' torso and back with his strong arms and pulled them both up in a sitting position.

Let's just stop and think before I lose faith

The words from the dance floor echoed in Magnus's year.

Too late, he thought as their bodies collided.

On the other side of the door people were jumping up and down feeling the music flowing through their veins and the alcohol clouding their minds.

Inside, Magnus whispered faster in a stranger's ear and let him penetrate through the halls of his being. His movements were fast and craving, his hands pressing hard agains Magnus' lower back.

Magnus closed his eyes and let his body be filled with the much wanted pleasure.

Then the guy placed his sweaty forehad against Magnus's, breathing hastily in his face so he opened his eyes and so a stranger's face in front of him. Magnus was now resting against the windowstill and the other man was up on his legs - though his knees were trembling - right in front of Magnus.

"That was amazing," the dark-haired man said between quick breaths.

Magnus lowered himself and rested his ass on the window's still and his head on the cold glass behind him, closing his eyes and letting his body be filled with the much wanted pleasure.

He stood like that for a couple of moments, but then the guy placed his sweaty forehad against Magnus's, breathing hastily in his face, so he opened his eyes and saw a stranger's face in front of him.

Magnus couldn't bare the feeling of something inside him any longer. So pulled himself out of what it seemed to him as a cold embrace.

He pushed the man away and jumped off of the window still, his legs still trembling. He tried to catch his breath as fast as he could while he was looking for his own clothes. He found instead a pair of jeans and a shirt that were not his, so he threw them to the guy who was laying on the floor, with a satisfied look on his face.

"Get dressed and get out." Magnus' tone was impassive.

"I can't leave now. And I can't get dress. I have to take a shower."

"Fine. The bathroom is there. I think. Which room is this?" Magnus went straight to the switch and turned the lights on. He looked through the room and let out a sigh of relief.Catarina's. It was actually a very small guest room, but Catarina was the only one using it so Magnus decided to call it her room. So she could feel more like home when she came over to his loft. He decided right then and there never to mention what he had just done on her floor and on her window still.

"Turn them off. God, my eyes!" The stranger shouted .

Magnus did so, but only because it hurt his eyes too.

He indicated the bathroom one more time and urged the man inside it. Before he could close the door he heard the man saying something. He deciphered the words after a few seconds.

"We should do this again sometime," the man had said.

Magnus closed the door, refusing to think of an answer to that, simply beacuse he didn't know what to say or even what to feel.

He got dressed really quickly, rearranged his hair and hurried out of the room and towards the bar.

There was Catarina and when she saw him she shot him a disapproving nod.

"Please tell me you didn't."

"I didn't." Magnus was twitching as he was walking.

"You need to stop this shit, Magnus." She looked very angry.

"What I need is to get drunk." was the response.