[Alec POV]

When Alec left the institute, he imagined lying in his bed at home. He smiled at the thought of "home" - because his home was with Magnus now. As he walked the dimly lit alleys and crowded streets of Brooklyn his mind was already somewhere else. He remembered the time Magnus asked him to move in. Since he rejected Alec the first time Alec had asked him, Alec never brought it up again, afraid to corner him or lose him. But then –

[5 weeks ago]

They were laying face to face on Magnus' bed and he had just woken up to the soft touch of Magnus' lips on his right cheekbone, fingers gently brushing over the breastbone, along the clavicle and up to the stealth rune.

"I suppose you're in need of that rune", Alec had mumbled in a deep, still sleepy voice.

"Good morning, Alexander.", Magnus smiled. "Perhaps, being stealthy wasn't my intention at all." He leaned on his right elbow, inching closer and grinned. "I was getting impatient."

"For what?", Alec's eyes flew open and he tried to remember the things he could've forgotten. "Did I miss something. By the angel. What was it? Our anniversary – Wait, no. That's impos…" He never got the chance to complete his sentence, because Magnus sealed his lips with a kiss. A very intense kiss. Alec pulled back, scrunching his nose and began to climb out of the bed.

"Sorry, I have morning breath."

"Nonsense, Alexander." Magnus snapped with his fingers and Alec had a taste of mint on his tongue.

"I thought you liked doing this on your own – without magic." Alec looked at him with surprise.

"Not as much as I like – love – this." Magnus grinned and circled Alec's waist with his left arm in one swift move and pulled him back on top of him. Chest to chest. Hipbone to Hipbone. He rolled them both over and looked down into Alec's eyes. He buried his face into the crook of Alec's neck, peppering it with soft kisses and moves along the sharp jawline. Magnus breathing had quickened as he kissed him on the mouth, silencing the deep growl that had escaped Alec's lips and Alec had moved his hands over Magnus shoulder blades, down the spine. His fingers brushing over every single bump of it. He felt the shiver that has gone through Magnus. He smirked and moved his hands a bit further down and pushed Magnus closer, desperate to feel him.

"Wait!" Magnus looked him straight into the eyes for a second before he turned away and Alec saw something he had not seen in a long time. Alec stopped immediately and placed his hands on Magnus' shoulders.

"What's going on? Is everything okay? Did I do something wrong? I thought you wanted this." His eyes tried to reach the other man's – without success.

"No, Alexander. I want this, too. But – I –", he rolled off Alec and stared at the ceiling. He drew in a sharp breath and turned to look him right in the eyes. "Look, Alexander. I know we have only been together for half a year now. And I know that I've reacted kind of badly when you asked me to move in – well. At the time I wasn't really ready for this kind of commitment - not that I wasn't committed to us then! I was! – But now – considering all that has happened, everything we've been through together and the number of clothes you stashed in the shelves…"

Alec's lips had crashed on Magnus' and he felt the weight, that had been lowering itself onto his chest while Magnus' looked so worried, had lifted.

"Yes, of course! You stupid warlock. Did you really think I wanted to go 'home' this evening? To the institute? My home is here, with you. It has always been."

[present day]

He thought of the look Magnus had given him, his worried frown turned into a smile and his eyes sparkled with love and happiness and tears when he realized what Alec had said. His own eyes filled up with. And he wasn't even ashamed of it. Why would he be? For some people, the idea of "Alec Lightwood, 25, Head of the New York Institute, crying about moving in with his boyfriend" might be confusing – but since he met Magnus, he learned that showing emotions does not make him look weak. It makes him human - showing a raw, unprotected side of him. Not that he would show it to everyone. His tears are reserved for his special ones.

Making a left turn and entering the building, he smiled broadly. He never gets used to the feeling of the anticipation. The feeling when you KNOW someone is waiting for you. For you to come home. Forgetting his exhaustion, he darts up the staircase, taking 2 steps at once.