Magnus talks about his father and the pain that he felt finding his mother and killing his step father. Alec tries to make him feel better but realizes he needs to learn to help him.

When Alec wakes, he turns to his side to rest himself on his boyfriend, but he is not there. He turns his head, opening his eyes. It is still dark. There is a small light coming through the window. He can hardly see it. It is just enough for him to be able to tell that it is the moon.

But there is no Magnus.

He turns to the rest of the room, not finding him anywhere. He gets up, putting his boxers on and flipping part of his hair out of his face. He pushes the door open and finds Magnus with his head in his hands and his bare back hunched. He has on his grey and purple jeanie pants as Alec had said before. Magnus chided him on it but Alec secretly liked them.

"Magnus?" Alec asks.

His head perks up. He looks to his boyfriend. Fear flashes across his face, almost as if he's trying to hide it. He stands up and puts his hands out to Alec, holding him in his place. In the place of a fearful expression, a smile plasters itself on his face.

"What are you doing up my love?" he asks.

"I should be asking you that," Alec says with concern, putting his hand on the back of his boyfriend's head. He leans close to him, almost as if to kiss him. They exchange a very brief kiss but then Magnus leads him back to their room.

"Will you go back to sleep?" Alec asks.

He shakes his head.

"Magnus, come on. Things are tough for you, I thought you agreed that you wouldn't push me away," Alec says, playing with his boyfriend's hair. He kisses his forehead and wraps his arms around his waist. Magnus allows it.

"What's going on?"

"It's my father again," he admits.

"Instead of getting up and leaving, wake me up."

Magnus shakes his head, walking to the window in their bedroom. He stares out into the moon and stars. He stares at them for a few minutes, allowing Alec to put his arms around his boyfriend's back. He slips them across his chest and stomach, holding him close.

"I don't wish to bother you, Alexander," he says. "I thought I could handle it."

"And… could you?" Alec asks.

Magnus shrugs but rests his hands on his boyfriend's. They hold hands gently, staring out into the stars. Magnus takes a deep breath. He is shaking a little, out of his normal and uncomfortable.

"What's wrong?" Alec asks, almost begging this time. Alec squeezes Magnus close. He can feel his boyfriend leaning his head back onto his chest, letting him hold some of his weight.

"My father has been plaguing my dreams. Not the kind of nightmares that make you want to shout out. The ones that trap you. Alexander, it felt as if I was trapped, watching myself kill my step father over and over again, watching my father praise me for it. He was glad that I had done this, given into my evil tendencies," he says.

"You don't have any—"

"Sure I do. I have them all, Alexander," he admits. "But I surprise them. I use my powers for good, not evil. But that does not mean that I couldn't do it. I could turn to evil so easily. I would not have to question my action."

"Of course you would," Alec says. "You would never turn away from us."

Magnus turns around to face his boyfriend. He puts his hands on his chest to look up at him. He looks like he is thinking about his next move or question deeply but he can't.

"I would never turn away from you. But I know that I have an evil man for a father. A demon who wants me to be a bad person. Sometimes, when I was younger and I gave into those tendencies, I thought that it didn't matter. If I had the power, then why shouldn't I give into it?"

Alec considers answering but he doesn't know what to say. That becomes obvious. Magnus puts his hand to his boyfriend and looks into his eyes, trying to find his answer there.

"I do not fear the dreams. I just fear what they could turn into. I never want to give into any of that again. I just want to be good enough for you…better for you than—"

"Magnus," he says, putting his hand to his lips, touching them gently and tugging down. Magnus doesn't pull away. He lets his boyfriend try to think it all through. When he doesn't come up with a conclusion, he takes his hand and pulls him to the bed.

"Let's rest, my love," Magnus says.

"I don't want you to hurt, Magnus. I want you to be okay. If sleeping is going to hurt you, then maybe we should do something else."

Magnus smiles.

"I am tired," he says.

"Then let me do the work," Alec says. Magnus doesn't argue when Alec starts pulling his clothes off. His pants are gone, then their underwear and suddenly they are on the bed together. Alec is laying his body weight on top of him, thrusting, holding his arms under his chest. They learn to move together quickly, never allowing one to feel more than the other. But in these moments, Alec makes sure he is going slow, watching Magnus, taking his time, making him feel it.

It is a few minutes of passionate loving, caressing and caring before Magnus starts calling out his name. He reaches closer, grabbing onto Alec's hand. Their hands intertwine, pressing into the mattress. Their faces press against each other. They move in unison.

"Alexander," Magnus whispers to him.

"I know," Alec says, reaching around to touch him.

They move like this for a few more minutes, Alec hoping that Magnus can feel the exact amount of pleasure that he is. Alec feels nothing but perfection when Magnus starts arching, calling out his name and moaning.

They finish together, feeling the utmost of pleasures together.

When they relax on each other, their bodies intertwine and tangle, holding each other with beauty and carelessness.

"I love you," Magnus says.

Alec smiles. "I love you too."

"I promise that if the dreams come, I will tell you about them. I'm not afraid of the dreams, but of what may happen if I follow an evil path," Magnus says.

"You won't. You'll have me to look out for you," Alec says. "To keep you on the straight and narrow."

Magnus smiles and Alec laughs in return. It is a sound so perfect and surprising that it makes Magnus forget all of the pain that his past created. He won't let them hurt him anymore. He can talk about it and move past it.

"Well there is nothing straight about anything happening in this bed," Magnus says, reaching down between them. Alec lets him, looking into his eyes as their close bodies start to become slightly closer.

"As for the narrow…" Magnus says.

"We'll get to it," Alec agrees.

They lean in for a deep kiss.