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Chapter XI

"Make my heart whole again"

It was a fifth night in a row, when Magnus had heard him. A horrible howl went through the hallways of the New York Institute. The warlock got up silently from his bed, being careful to not wake Sathera up; the poor woman was heartbroken after Kylios recent death. Magnus was sad too. He liked the male werewolf. He was a good man.

Bane moved upstairs on the instinct. The screams never stopped. The closer he got, the louder they were becoming. He grabbed the knob and turned it, opening the door.

The room was consumed in a darkness. Only a small witchlight was lying on the nightstand. He silently moved to the bed and sat next to the trembling body. In the dim light, he could see the lines of the young man's body. Magnus placed his warm hand on the small back of the other man's and whispered to his ear.

"All is well, Alexander. I'm here. Wake up, Alexander. Wake up."

The screams stopped, but the boy never woke up. Instead he started to cry, with his eyes closed. Magnus's heart was breaking on this view. Only recently he realized that he has some feelings for the boy. He no longer saw Alec as the object of his mission. The blue eyed boy has become something more. Dangerous to his old heart.

Magnus put his arms around Alec and drew him closer to his chest. He moved his hand into the boy's black hair and massaged his scalp, whispering sweet-nothings to his ear.

"My darling Alexander, my little angel." Alec's body was relaxing against his own. Yet, Bane never stopped calming him down. Finally, after what is seemed to be forever, Alec's arms tightened around Magnus's body. He moved his face up and hid it in the crook of Magnus's neck, breathing steadily into his skin. "My blue eyed angel. My sweet Alexander."

"Magnus…"

"I'm here, my darling. I'm here." the teary blue eyes met with the cat eyes filled with warmth. Alec sobbed silently into Magnus's chest. "Don't cry my little angel, don't cry."

"He didn't deserve to die," Alec whispered, clutching warlock's shirt in his hand. "He was innocent."

"Of course he was. Your brother was just an innocent victim." Magnus confirmed. "I'm so sorry that I was unable to protect him. Someone knocked me out pretty badly."

"I need to kill him. I need to kill Santiago."

"Alec…" Magnus started with a distant voice. "He couldn't do it. No vampire can walk into the Institute unless he's invited or the protection is taken down. Even if so, a vampire can't walk further than the sanctuary. To get to the sanctuary, he'd have to walk near our quarters. I assure you I would feel them before I was knocked out. I would feel death. It couldn't be any vampire."

"You're just protecting him, because he was the lover of your friend." Alec's voice was as sharp as knife. "I know that Ragnor Fell was your friend. I know that Santiago wants a revenge for his death."

"You are right," Bane admitted. "Ragnor was my best friend, a brother to me. So I understand very well how you feel. Yet, I'm not seeking revenge, nor Raphael is...maybe he is seeking a revenge. For sure he is…" Alec opened his mouth to say something, but Magnus didn't let him speak. "But he's not a monster. He wouldn't kill a child. He's not a devil."

"I'm not a devil in this game, Alec Lightwood." Alec heard the vampire's voice in his head. He looked warily at Magnus. It couldn't be a coincidence that Magnus and Raphael used the same words.

"... do everything to take your pain away, my blue eyed angel. I wish I could do it…" Magnus's words came to his ears. He slightly shook his head and smiled weakly. Bane was giving him everything he needed in this moment. Closeness, warmth and comfort. It wasn't a good time to think of Raphael Santiago. "Alexander?"

"Devil…" it slipped out. Magnus looked at him dumbfounded. "What did you say?"

"I think you should rest now, Alec. You're tired. Sleep, I'll keep your nightmares at bay." He offered him a warm smile and stroked his cheek lovingly. Magnus whispered something to him in a language that Alec doesn't know. He looked questioningly at the warlock. "It's my mother tongue."

"It's nice." he responded sleepily. Magnus was keeping his hand in Alec's hair, stroking his head. With every next second Alec's eyes were becoming heavier. Finally he closed them, hearing the last whisper of Magnus, as some strange tingling consumed his whole body.

"Sleep well, my angel."

…

The next night, Magnus found himself in Alec's bedroom again. The young boy was trashing on the bed, whimpering and muttering his little brother's name. The warlock brought Alec up and pressed to his chest. He felt every shiver of the boy's body against his own. Magnus kissed his cheek and then whispered straight to his ear.

"Come back to me, my darling angel. Come back to me."

It took a few minutes of comforting and a kiss on the lips for Alec to open his eyes wide in shock. The boy blinked a few times, before he focused his sight on Magnus.

"Mags?"

"Hello, darling." he smiled at the boy and pushed his black hair out of his eyes, only to reveal them teary. Magnus rose his hand and placed on the boy's cheek. He stroked it lovingly a few times, wiping the tears that escaped the blue eyes of his lover. "Oh, Alexander…" he sighed. "It hurts me, when you're in pain."

"I can't stop seeing him in my nightmares. He's covered in blood and he's calling my name." Alec sobbed. "Why could I not save him? I'm his brother. It was my job to protect him! I disappointed him!"

"Alec...you didn't disappoint Max!" Magnus stated firmly. "Max was proud to be your brother. He admired you. He told me that one time."

"I could save him. I should stay with them in the Institute…"

"Darling, if the intruder was able to knock out your mother and me and John and kill… you wouldn't stand him. He could kill you as well."

"Maybe it would be for the best. I should be dead instead of Max" Alec's voice was filled with pain. Magnus grabbed him firmly by his jaw and made him look into his cat eyes.

"Don't you dare say it. Don't even think of it! It would break my heart, Alexander. If something would happen to you…" Magnus cut himself off, not wanting to reveal his heart to Alec. It was true. Alec was close to him. Way closer that he assumed he could get when Magnus assigned himself for this mission. He didn't expect that he will develop any feelings towards the boy. Yet, it seemed that his heart decided otherwise. It decided to open itself for the boy. Widely. Even though it was as dangerous as hell.

Alec mumbled a quiet apology and grabbed Magnus's hand into his own, interlocking their fingers. He brought their hands up to his mouth and kiss them lightly.

"Thank you." Magnus looked at him quite confused. "For being here. For helping me. For everything."

"You don't have to thank me, Alexander." Bane kissed him slowly on his lips. It was a short kiss, but Alec returned it, equally sweetly. "I will do everything for you."

"Everything?" the boy asked, squeezing the hand of his lover. "Take my mind off of those images for a while."

"Do you need me to sing to you that song again?" Alec shook his head in response. Instead he let go of Magnus's hand and moved his own hands to the hem of his sleep-shirt. In one, swift move he took it off and moved himself closer to Magnus. The warlock licked his lips on the sight of a bare chest covered in black runes. "Alexan…"

"Distract me." Magnus looked unsurely at him.

He knew, at least he hoped he read this sign well and that it meant what it seemed to, yet, he wanted a clarification. He didn't move, when Alec got up from the bed and took his stele. He didn't move when Alec went to the door and put a soundless and closing rune on them. He didn't move when Alec came back to bed and sat down on his lap. He didn't move, when the boy captured his lips in a hungry kiss.

He moved, when Alec pulled back, before he could respond to the kiss.

"You don't want me?" Lightwood asked clearly shocked by such behaviour. "I thought that you…"

"I want you, Alec. In every possible way. But I don't think that sex is what you need right now." he tried to reason the boy. "You're stressed, tired, angry...You should rest, Alec."

"I know, what I want" the blue eyed stated. He put his hand on the back of the warlock's head and drew him closer. Their lips were only inches from each other. A warm breath of his was tingling Magnus's face-skin. "I want you. Tonight. Here." he took one of Magnus's hands and placed it on his lower back, just above the waistline of his pajama pants. "I've dreamed about it for far too long."

"I've been dreaming too. " Magnus admitted, lowering his hand almost at the butt of the boy. The boy in question didn't jump off of his lap. "So many times…"

"Then do it to me. Everything we've done in your dreams." Alec whispered wantonly to his ear. His other hand traveled down the warlock's clothed chest, yet it sent him a million shivers. "Every, single thing."

By this moment, Magnus was excited. His body was slowly showing it. But before he gave in to the desire, he looked deeply into the blue eyes of his beloved boy.

"Are you sure, Alec?" Lightwood only nodded, licking his lips in anticipation again. "Ok. If at any moment you'll want to stop, just tell me. I will stop. I promise, I'll be as gentle as I can with you. I will…" Alec decided that Magnus needs to stop his ramble. He kissed him, silencing him.

Alexander was a skillful kisser. Once Magnus had taught him how to french kiss, the boy found out that he loves this way of kissing. So far, after this a few months Magnus and he started their thing, he knew every single way to make the warlock dizzy and excited. He pushed his hand into the long black hair and gave it a hard tug. Magnus couldn't stop himself from moaning shamelessly into the younger one's mouth.

Alec pushed Magnus's flat on the bed with his body and hovered over him. His blue eyes were no longer full of tears, but there were full of lust now. His pupils were slightly bigger. It was a sign that the boy wanted this, badly. So who was Magnus to deny his beautiful lover this pleasure?

Once again, Lightwood devoured Bane's mouth. This time, he got a quick response from the other man. With one hand of his he grabbed the hem of the warlock's shirt and gave it a tug, indicating that he wants to remove it. Magnus obeyed his Master then. Soon his black shirt covered the floor of Alec's bedroom. It wasn't the first time Alec had seen Magnus shirtless. They took off their shirts in front of each other before, during make-out sessions at the attic. But still, seeing the caramel body with slight muscles forced the boy to let out a loud moan.

One could think that Alec Lightwood would be shy in the bedroom as well as he is in the outside life. But boy, you were so wrong. Once Alec learned a few things, he turned out to be a pretty wild in the bedroom. Always demanding. Always craving for more. Always wanting to try out new things. But it could be dictated by his teenage hormonal body or the lack of any sexual activities in the previous years. Magnus couldn't decide which was the right answer. Nevertheless, he liked this side of Alec. It was dangerous and exciting. And most importantly it was fun.

"Stop daydreaming and get me naked." Alec got him out of his thoughts by those words and the sound of unbuttoning. Magnus looked down and spotted Alec's hand unzipping his leather pants. "You better think about me."

"I'm thinking of all things I'm going to do to you tonight, my sweet boy."

"Then stop talking and do them, Magnus."

"As you wish, My Master." Bane grinned wickedly and switched their position. Now he was on the top. Both of them naked and equally aroused. Magnus leaned and stole one, hungry kiss from the boy, before he lowered his hand to Alec's groin.

Then the magic started, as they say. The bedroom of the shadowhunter was filled with heavy breaths, moans of pleasure and the sound of slick bodies. Somewhere between you could hear the groans mixed with shouting each other's names.

...

When Alec sounded safe and asleep, after two hours of pure sex, Magnus walked out of his bedroom. Just when he closed the door, as silently as he could. He felt a grab on his arm. Immediately, the sparks of his magic appeared at the tips of his fingers.

"Magnus." A feminine, light voice filled his ears.

"Jesus Christ, Clary. I'm immortal, but I can have a heart attack." he turned to the redhead girl.

Miss Fray dragged him to her bedroom, which was next door to Alec's and closed the door behind them. She put a soundless rune on her door and beckoned at the warlock.

"I have something for you," she whispered, as if someone could still hear them. Magnus was sure that no one could, since she put the rune. The girl pulled out a stash of tarot cards out of her drawer. At the top there was a card with some cup.

"Cards?" he asked confused. "Thank you? I don't know how to set a tarot. I'm not skilled in this area."

"Look closer, Magnus." Indeed he looked at the card again. The cup was somehow familiar to him. Then it hit him.

"The mortal cup…"

"Yes. I have it. It seems that I had it whole my life." Magnus was still confused. "My mom made these for our neighbour witch. I mean, back then I thought that she's only seeing the future in cards and so, but turns out she was a real witch...never mind. I took them once I've found out that she's dead."

"I'm sorry," he expressed truly. "But still, how can you have a cup. You only have cards, how this will lead us to the cup?"

"You're holding the Mortal Cup right now." Magnus didn't think that he could get more confused. Yet it just happened. "Here, let me show you." She took the card out of his hands and looked at him. "The other day, fath...Valentine was telling me story about him and mom. He told me that when she was pregnant with me, he gave her special shots with angel's blood and it improved her skills. He tried to find out if I have the same skills as her. I do, but I haven't told him. He told me that mom was able to do it. That's how I figured out where it is."

"Do what?"

"This." Clary put her hand into the card and a second later she took out the Mortal Cup from it.

Magnus was shocked by this. He was blinking in disbelief, when Clary offered him the cup. He took it into his hands and it gave him a small electric shock. He knew it was the real cup. It reacted to his demonic blood. An unconscious smile came up on his lips. He finally had it. After all those years. He had a way to end this all. He had a way to bring the right order to the Shadow world.

"Thank you," he whispered, still looking at the instrument in his hands. "Thank you, Clary."

"It's yours. I kept my part of the deal. Now wake up my mom." she demanded, glaring him a bit.

"Of course. Tomorrow morning. I'll wake your mother up. I know where she is now. I will fulfil the deal, little shadowhunter." he reassured her. "I will wake your mother up. Just as I promised."

He gave the cup back to her and ordered to put it back into the card. He couldn't keep it in the Institute like that. Once she accomplished it, she gave the card back to him. They parted their ways after that. Magnus returned to his room with a smile on his lips. He shot a glance over the sleeping body of Sathera, the only remaining slave in the Institute, sans him. The woman was sleeping heavily. Bane grabbed a small paper from the nightstand and a black pen he stole from the library. He quickly wrote down a small note and sent it as a fire message, straight to Raphael Santiago.

I have the Mortal Cup.

A/N: Did you like it?

Well, I promised you some Malec's moments and here it is. In the next one we'll be seeing some Raphael-Magnus plotting again.

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