A/N: This is where the "paying attention to that chapter before" comes in handy...
WARNING: graphic makeoutage (Which, according to COHF is totally a word)
"So what was the 'knowledge that could change the entire Warlock species and the world?'" Alec questioned, sitting in Magnus's kitchen, eating an apple against the counter. Magnus looked up from his newspaper.
"I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you. Which would be a real shame, considering we are getting Married in a few weeks..."
"Magnus." He whined, throwing the apple core into the open trash can and making it in perfectly.
"Okay, fine. You found the mourning rune in the background of an illustration drawn by Cedric Quinti, one of the oldest Warlocks who ever lived. He only passed away a month ago and was said to have a strong loathing for shadowhunters. The picture he drew was of a burial ground for the fallen Nephilim. He told everyone that he had killed a Shadowhunter by the name Loraine Silvercrest, thereby ending the Silvercrest line. It was a horrible offense to the Nephilim race and he gladly accepted his infamous title. He inspired many warlocks in a revolt against Shadowhunters, killing millions. You may have learned about this battle in your history textbook." Alec nodded, remembering this section. "There were rumors of him being in love with Loraine and that her death was an accident. That he just used his grief to start a war and used her death to his advantage. There was never any proof. Now, finding a mourning rune on the wall in the City of Bones where it shouldn't be, in a picture drawn by Cedric, there is finally hard evidence to support this case."
"Well, why don't you tell people? This is a huge deal!" Alec said incredulously.
"He's dead, Alec. What do you want me to do? File a report against a dead man who was praised by hundreds of my kind? There is a level of respect I have to consider. Besides, when my people know they've been lied to, they tend to take it out on everything in their path. If I want to avoid immense destruction, I will let no one know of these discoveries. That means you too, Alexander. No telling Jace or Isabelle. Especially not your mother, unless you want me to go to prison for withholding information from the Clave."
"Trust me, that is the last thing I want. I wont tell anyone. Consider it forgotten... But why did you have to burn the entire desk, while I was still leaning on it?" Alec added as an afterthought. Magnus looked back down at his newspaper.
"You need to let that go. I meant to burn just the book but my magic projected."
"Well, you almost burned my arms and Codex to a crisp."
Magnus got up suddenly and strolled over to Alec, setting his newspaper down on the counter next to him. He leaned against the counter, putting his hands on either side of Alec's body.
"I swear, you love that book more then me." He complained.
"Maybe. Its useful."
"And I'm not?" Magnus said, wounded.
"Nope, you're amazing."
"Good answer." He said, leaning forward to kiss him.
"Magnus?"
"Hmm?"
"Will you start a war when I die?" Magnus stilled suddenly, frozen in place. Alec cursed himself for asking things like that. Magnus seemed to gain control of his emotions again and whispered, "No. No wars. I might create a new holiday in your honor or name a star after you, but bloodshed is no way to remember your lost loved ones."
"Good answer." Alec mimicked, before closing the gap between them.
He wrapped his arms around Magnus's neck as Magnus pressed him into the counter. Their fronts were connected as Magnus leaned down, kissing him deeper.
Alec's breath hitched when Magnus picked Alec up by his thighs and set him on top of the counter, so they could be the same height. He moved forward and stood in the space between Alec's parted, pajama clad legs. His ankles hooked around the back of Magnus's legs forcing him impossibly closer. Magnus's hands moved to hold Alec's hips in place so they wouldn't move forward into his, despite Alec's obvious efforts to do so.
"Magnus." He hissed, irritated.
"Its the morning, Alec. We can't be reckless." He said lowly, in a voice barely above a whisper and a few octaves lower then usual. "We will have plenty of time for that on our honeymoon." Alec shivered at the implication and kissed him again. "I have to say, Jace's gift will be the most beneficial."
Alec glared at him and rutted his hips up, ignoring Magnus's grip, causing him to gasp in surprise. "Don't mention Jace when we're doing this." He growled, pulling Magnus towards him. They kissed contently for a few more minutes before Magnus drew away.
"I'm sorry," He said, reaching behind his head to gently separate Alec's hands. "I shouldn't have done that. I have a client I have to meet very soon. I'll be back late, don't wait up." Alec hopped off the countertop, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Yeah, yeah. Go do your 'High Warlock of Brooklyn' thing. Be careful." He insisted. Magnus smiled
"I'm always careful. I love you."
Alec rolled his eyes.
"I love you too. Now if you will excuse me, I have to take a very long, very cold, shower." Said Alec, brushing past him and into the bedroom to grab clothes, while Magnus chuckled, walking out the front door.
Alec walked towards the bathroom, a pile of clothes in his hand, and almost stepped on a curious Chairman Meow. He sighed, rubbing his free hand over his face.
"You know, you and your owner are going to drive me insane." He informed the cat, which peered at him with eyes similar to those of his fiancé's. He smiled, gently nudged the cat out of the way with his bare foot, and shut the bathroom door behind him.
A/N: Damn son.
