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DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS AND DO NOT CLAIM TO OWN ANY OTHER CREATIONS OF CLASSANDRA CLARE'S GENIUS.

Also, if you didn't read the description there is explicit boy-love, yaoi, homosexuality, and whatever else you want to call it. Of course, if that offends you, don't read. Common sense :)!

"Favorite color."

"Rainbow."

"That's not a color." Will pouted as picked at the fibers in the carpet

Magnus sighed, "Well, I don't have a favorite. I look damn good in all colors."

Will eyed him suspiciously, "Fine, your turn."

Magnus smiled contently as a comfortable silence set in as he pondered his next question

"Favorite animal?"

"Anything but a cat."

Magnus frowned at this and rolled from his back over onto his stomach, his face now inches from Will's. "Really? Why on Earth don't you like cats?"

"Have you met that damn thing in the Institute?"

Magnus smiled, "I thought he was charming! Full of character."

"Character of an angry old man with a grudge against me." Will grumbled.

Magnus chuckled. The two had been lying on the floor for at least three hours playing this ridiculous game. It had started with Will asking Magnus why he changed the furniture around so much. Recently converted from its dark library-like feel and warm colors to a more open and light environment with a soft cream colored couch that matched the walls, aqua blue carpet and drapes, and lightly stained woodwork. When Magnus couldn't provide a significant answer, other than "I just felt like it." Will attacked him with an onslaught of random questions. Now, they were being to boil down to the most simple inquiries and knew much more about each other than they had ever intended.

"Your turn, Will" Magnus said as he rolled onto his back again, a bit closer to the fire, with his head resting on his right arm as his left lay across his stomach.

This time a more unsettling silence surrounded them and Magnus could see Will staring at him from the corner of his eye but refused to make eye contact.

"Do you think they'll ever ask me to come back?" Will whispered, almost inaudibly.

Magnus frowned, unsure of what to say.

"Not that I really care, I guess. Their loss." Will tried on a manly voice but Magnus saw through it.

"Well, they were pretty pissed off. And truthfully the fact that you came to stay with the man you were... involved with… Well it doesn't really give you a strong defense."

"Oh. I guess you're right." Will whispered again, sitting up and pulling his knees up to his chest – clearly no longer in the mood for 20 thousand questions.

Magnus sat up after him, spinning himself around so they were facing the same direction, and sat Indian style.* "But you know," Magnus started, trying to make things a bit more positive. "You and Jem are very close. I'm sure he won't let them keep you away for too long."

"But it's been two weeks and…" Will trailed off, his voice betraying him a bit and showing his nervousness.

"And I'm sure Jem has been defending you the every minute of it." Magnus awkwardly draped his arm around Will's shoulders in an attempt to be comforting. "Plus, he's engaged to Tessa. I'm sure that gives him some leverage in talking her down from it." Magnus bent forward to look at Will's face. Something had changed in it and instantly he regretted mentioning anything about Tessa. He decided to take a different approach.

"Besides, it's not like it'll happen again so-"

"Who says?"

Magnus' heart stopped as Will looked up at him with such a dark look on his face it sent shivers down his spine. "Will?"

"What if I want it to happen again, Magnus?"

Magnus felt as though his jaw had dropped to the floor but couldn't pull himself together enough to retract it. "Will, you can't mean that. It was a one-time thing, right?" Magnus felt himself starting to ramble. Why was he so nervous all of a sudden? He was over Will, wasn't he? "I mean if they were to find out that would ruin any defense Jem may have built for you and-"

"So we don't let them find out." Will whispered, Magnus could feel his breath on his lips as he was suddenly only two inches from them.

Magnus' eyes flicked from Wills eyes to his lips and back up as he was pushed backwards onto the floor. Before he knew it Will had climbed onto of him, straddling his hips and leaning over him. Will was supporting himself by leaning on his hands, each placed on either side of Magnus' head.

Looking around at this new position he was in, Magnus couldn't help but be a little aroused. "Will, I'm not sure if you're really-" He was cut off by a short kiss. "-thinking this through." Magnus swallowed down his nerves.

Will placed a beautiful smirk on his face. "Yes, I have." He leaned down again, this time keeping Magnus' lips captive for nearly a minute. "They'll never know."

"As long as you don't kiss me in front of them again." Magnus smirked back, starting to like to idea of being with Will again. Or maybe that was the hormones clouding his judgment.

"It's not like they'll always be there when we're in your room or out at a show or-"

"Wait what?" Magnus sat up quickly, pushing Will back onto his butt on the floor.

Will smiled sheepishly this time. "Well, I was thinking…"

Magnus set his eyebrows on curiosity mode.

"We live together anyway and that's worked out pretty well so far. I figured this time we could have some fun. In and out of the bedroom."

"Do my ears deceive me or is the great bachelor Will Herondale actually after something more than sex?"

Will smirked again and shrugged. "What can I say, I'm a complex guy." Suddenly, his face sort of zoned out for a minute, "I'd like to have a relationship like Jem has with Tessa, I suppose."

This shook Magnus of his previous jittery schoolgirl state of mind, "Wait… what about Jem?"

Will looked back at him quizzically, "Jem what? Its not like I'm with him."

"You said you didn't want anyone to love you. That Jem was the one person you allowed yourself to having, being that he's dying anyway."

Will stared back, still confused. Magnus sighed and continued, "Well then if you still believe yourself cursed by this demon, that must mean you see it ok for me to fall in love with you and die too right?" Magnus knew somewhere he had probably crossed a line but he was a little offended that Will would talk of relationships when to him it could mean the warlock's death.

Will stared at Magnus for a while longer, before giving a little smile. "You see, its already too late for you."

"What?"

"From the moment I remembered you staring out after me the morning after we had sex, I knew you were in love with me." A vain smile played on Will's lips.

"I most definitely am not, Mr. Herondale!" Magnus stood, defensive, but couldn't help the blush rising to his cheeks.

"Are too." Will teased.

"Am no- Wait! I'm not getting into such a childish argument with you!"

"Ok then," Will stood and held out his hand to Magnus as one might hold out a hand to help a lady, "Give me three days. I'll show you how much you love me, Magnus Bane."

Magnus awoke to the smell of eggs. He loved eggs. But these particular eggs smelled extremely delicious. However, something was a bit off. Magnus glanced towards the window and could see a faint blue light coming from behind the shade. It was just morning, probably only 5 o'clock. He would usually be waking up in half an hour. Who on earth could be making eggs this early?

Slipping on a pair of very cozy slippers he shuffled out into the hall and down the stairs.

"Perhaps, Woolsey stopped by and let himself in." he whispered to himself as he stuck his head into the kitchen.

He was wrong. Dead wrong. In fact he hoped he was because there was no way Woolsey could be that… intoxicating. What his eyes were greeted with was the wonderful sight of a young Nephilim boy, shirtless for some reason, with ridiculously cute bedhead cooking breakfast. And to think, he had thought that after a long night of laying awake thinking, he had finally gotten back down to being himself again. But no; William was not about to allow him to be calm, cool and collected like he'd like to be. Instead he was turned into some nervous hyperactive teenager whenever they would make eye contact or whenever Will's hand would accidently brush against his.

'God! Listen to me!' Magnus thought to himself, 'Getting so worked up and he's probably thought about everything and is going to take it all back. This is probably a break up breakfast. Shit! What am I saying we aren't really together anyway!'

"Magnus?" Will whispered so carefully as not to startled the warlock, but to pull him softly from his mental argument with himself.

Magnus blinked, taking in the sight in front of him. Will stood with two plates of eggs, hotcakes and toast for each of them. Magnus' mouth went dry, "I um- what are you doing up so early?"

Will laughed, "I told you last night; I have three days and I'm not going to waste them by sleeping all day."

"Oh, right." Inside Magnus felt his stomach flip as he in his spot at the table.

Will set Magnus' plate down in front of him, then settled himself down and started to eat.

The two had a pretty quiet meal as Magnus was speechless and Will sat silently basking in the glory of knowing exactly what he was doing to the poor man.

After breakfast, Magnus offered to clean the dishes since Will had done all the cooking. Will was more than happy to let him. He was exhausted. Who the hell woke up this early and managed to function all day? Hell, Magnus had even stayed up late talking with Will. It was a miracle he hadn't passed out on the floor!

After placing his plate near the sink for Magnus, he pretended to need the dish rag on the other side of the counter. Slyly, he reached around behind Magnus to grab it, making sure to nonchalantly push as much of his body against the other's without being too conspicuous. The plan worked pretty well, he guessed, from the way Magnus flushed and refused to make eye contact with him afterword. So, with a smirk daring to show itself, Will walked wordlessly out into the hall. Just as he was about to reach the study, he heard a knock at the door. A rather persistent one too.

"Will," He heard Magnus call, "Can you get that? My hands are wet."

Will sighed, smiling at the rude interpretation he had made of Magnus' words. That man was so old and wise and whatnot but he could be so clueless sometimes. Will found it charming.

As the door was assaulted again he ran to get it, "Yes, yes I'm coming! Keep your underpants on, man!"

Pulling open the door, Will was greeted with a wonderful sight. "Jem!"

Jem looked tired, but happy to see Will as well. "I thought you'd be here." He smiled as Will ushered him inside, placing his coat and hat on a hook. Jem glanced at Will curiously, "It seems you've made yourself comfortable."

Will looked down at himself. He was wearing nothing but pants. Tessa would have goffed at him for welcoming a guest in such an outfit. Shit. Tessa… Will shook his head and thought of Magnus. Tessa was marrying Jem and Will could be so happy with-

"Will? Are you ok?" Jem looked at him, concerned.

"Oh yes, I'm fine. It's early, I'm just tired is all. Speaking of which why on Earth on you here so early?"

Jem smiled, "Well, Charolette said that because of all the confusion you should stay away for at least two weeks. You know until things settled down. Well they're pretty settled now and yesterday was the last day of your 'exile', so-to-speak, so I woke early to get you as soon as I could."

Will smiled brightly, "I can come back then? Tessa's not-"

"She was for a while, but I've talked with her a lot and she's seemed to brush it off on being tired and you being an ass. She actually forgave Magnus sooner than she did you."

"Works for me." Will shrugged. "I'll just go tell Magnus and-"

"Will, wait." Jem's toned dropped.

"What?"

"I need to know, I mean we are parabatai and I'll always love you no matter what but… Did you…?" Jem trailed off.

"No." Will's voice seemed to slam like a door on Jem's question. "I didn't."

"Okay." Jem whispered. Will didn't think he was entirely convinced but didn't have time to say anymore.

Magnus came out, drying his hands on a cloth and slinging it over his shoulder. "Jem, nice to see you."

"Same to you." Jem smiled.

"Are you here to finally take this thing off my hands?" Magnus smiled, gesturing to Will.

Jem laughed, "Sorry if he's caused you any trouble."

Ok guys, I'm gonna have to cut you off there or else this chapter will be horribly long with all that I have planned soon! I hoped you liked it and that you don't want to kill me for not updating as often as I should but at least I'm getting better at it! Besides, if I rush it wouldn't be as good!

Oh and as a side note I put a * next to Indian style because I was told that it could be offensive to some people. I don't mean it that way! I just didn't know if everyone would get "criss-cross applesauce" and to be honest it was a little too kindergarten-ish for that moment in the story. So having explained myself, I feel much better.

Let me know if you liked it! Reviews are my only food source! And let me know if you have any other ways of explaining "criss-cross applesauce" because that's the only other way I know! Love you all! Thanks for reading!