Hey :D here I am again. Okay, this is definitely not my best chapter, but I ran out of ideas of how to rewrite it and there are parts that I still really like and ... I actually am very thrilled to get to know what you think about it.

ahin: Thank you very much :) and no, there will be no Camille (maybe in flashbacks, but basically I only needed her as 'the girlfriend that nobody likes') I hope to keep you interested.

LOVERGIRL: It took a bit longer and I am very sorry for it, but this chapter was a bitch to write. Q.Q Hope you like it :)

hally: Thank you very much :3 glad, you like my writing style because I think it's a bit weird sometimes x3 and I hope Alec can keep up his first impression. ;3 If not, tell me what you didn't like :) (though I'd say that he turned out a bit OOC in this chapter, somehow)

wingyan1320: Thank you very much :D and well, it is my first kissing scene I've written in english. I've done a few in german before. :) And two flashbacks are coming right up in this chapter ;)

Disclaimer: I own quite a lot, but not this. :) Just the twisted humor and the typos, they are all mine. x3

Chapter 3

Finding the right beginning for a new book never was an easy task and to find the right words for said beginning was an even greater challenge; at least for Alec. He knew other writers who wrote the first chapter or the prologue of a new manuscript without even breaking a sweat while to Alec it felt like breaking all of his fingers most of the time. It might sound overly dramatic, but when writing the first few chapters, of which he always had about five to ten different versions, Alec got more cramps in his hands than while he wrote the rest. So after collecting all of his notes on the plot and the characters Alec started staring at the screen of his laptop and cursing that blinking line at the top of a new, blank word-document.

He called these moments of staring and cursing the 'evil beginning'. Though this time there was another completely different 'evil beginning' happening in his apartment. It even had a different name. Magnus Bane. Since Magnus had moved in he tried to find the 'right way' of decorating his 'new home', also known as Alec's couch. After a heated discussion this morning it included the small table between the TV and the couch as well.

Right now Alec was sitting at the kitchen table and instead of performing his staring and cursing, his gaze kept wandering to the figure seated on top of the little table in front of the couch with crossed legs and intently focused on the task of folding a crane with the pages of an old newspaper. Magnus wore an electric blue shirt with the logo of their college printed on the back. Alec couldn't help but smile. He knew that there was a lime green pullover with the same logo and he knew that Magnus had to protest in front of the principal's office for about one week to get those clothes in the colors he wanted. The small amount of glitter that reflected the light of the living room lamp on the ceiling whenever Magnus moved had been added by himself afterwards. The principal had almost lost his cool the next day. Alec sighed quietly. It had been one of their fun mornings together discussing that matter. Camille had been on vacation in Italy visiting an aunt. Most of the students had been gone between semester .

The fabric felt cool and almost velvety against Alec's fingertips.

"I still can't believe that you really did it", he muttered without lifting his eyes from the lime green pullover lying in his lap. "And is this really the same fabric mine is made of? Because I am pretty sure, that this one's seams don't scratch the skin when I'd be wearing it." With the last words he turned around to look at Magnus whose head was still resting on the pillow with his eyes closed. But Alec knew he wasn't asleep. Magnus' lips stretched into a wide smile that caused warmth to pool in Alec's chest, right next to his heart. Magnus lazily opened one eye and gazed at Alec who was sitting next to him on the bed, but in contrast to the older student he was wearing his boxer shorts and was seated on top of the blanket.

"Well, most straight men may look down on those of their gender that know how to properly treat different fabrics, but no malicious snort or dismissive look will ever make me pass on the luxury of wearing clothes that are as soft as a feather's touch against my skin."

He opened the other eye too and looked at Alec expectantly, expecting him to agree. Alec simply shook his head and gave Magnus a crooked smile in return.

"Did you practice that little speech in front of the mirror?", he chuckled. Magnus sat up a little and leaned against the heading section of the bed, then he stretched his arms above his head.

"You don't have to practice saying the things you know by heart." He smirked and Alec felt like he could get lost in the moment, with the mischievous gleam in Magnus' green eyes making his whole face light up. They had spent the last night at Magnus' dorm room because that's how they did it most of the time and Alec wondered if Magnus would ever see his own room.

"Okay, okay, but honestly, would it have killed you to take the shirt and the pullover in one of the two offered colors?" They had been offered the choice between grey or black; two colors that in the closet of Magnus Bane didn't exist. Still Alec couldn't help but wonder. Magnus could haven gotten kicked out for the caused trouble, but he had taken the risk nonetheless and only because he didn't agree with the college's taste in colors?

"No", Magnus said and suddenly his voice sounded unusual serious. "It wouldn't have killed me, but I wanted to make a point. I-"

"A lime green one?", Alec interjected with a teasing grin and a cocked eyebrow. Magnus looked at him first with confusion clearly written across his face, but his expression quickly turned into a playful glare.

"You've got a problem with my choice in colors?", he growled, but the twinkle in his eyes betrayed the threatening tone in his voice. Alec placed one hand dramatically on his chest where his heart was beating just a little bit faster than before.

"I would never do that", he replied with feigned shock, "how could you even think that I would ever-" He was cut of when Magnus seized his shoulders and brought him down onto the mattress supporting himself with his hands on either side of Alec's head. The younger boy looked up at him still taken aback with pure surprise by the sudden action, heavy breaths escaping his slightly parted lips. Magnus grinned slyly at Alec's open expression and lowered himself a bit till their faces were only millimeters apart.

"You better", Magnus whispered and Alec already expected their lips to meet the next moment, but instead one of the other student's hands disappeared from next to his head. His fingertips brushed against Alec's bare sides searching for that one spot that always made him squirm with breathless laughter escaping his lips. Magnus held Alec securely in place by straddling his hips and used his other hand as well to tickle Alec into submission. The younger boy kicked put behind Magnus' back, but without much effect. The desperate tries to stop Magnus' hands from moving with his own ended up similarly ineffective.

"No! Ma-Magnus, stop! Stop, pl-please!", he begged his laughter turning into the squeals his sister had always teased him for. Magnus had never had never made fun of him for that reason.

"Will you promise me to never question my choice of colors or my reasons for that choice ever again?", Magnus asked while he mercilessly continued with the tickling.

"Yes, yes, I promise!", Alec almost screamed and finally Magnus' fingers stilled and he was allowed to catch his breath, but it took a while. He was still breathing heavily when he looked up at Magnus locking eyes with him. Alec didn't quite understand the look Magnus was giving him as well as the little smile on his lips that seemed to be a bit off. But right now, Alec didn't have the power to question any of that. Once again Magnus brought his face down their noses almost brushing and this time there was a kiss speeding up Alec's heartbeat, but this time for a completely different reason.

It was a roller coaster of emotions whenever they were together.

Alec knitted his brows. Hadn't it alway been just sex between them?

He turned his head to finally start his staring and cursing. After all he had already typed two words.

'Chapter One'

It was practically writing itself. Alec sighed in frustration and buried his face in his hands.

"Need help?", Magnus' voice suddenly sounded right next to him. Alec's head shot up and he slowly blinked at the older man for a few seconds. He smiled and it seemed to be a little bit off. Alec swallowed hard. It had always been just sex between them, pure physical attraction. There had been nothing else. Right?

"Uhm", he mumbled, "no, it's okay, the beginning is never easy. I've always had problems to find the right point to start the story."

Magnus pursed his lips, nodded slowly and then turned his head to inspect the notes that lay scattered across the kitchen table. Thoughtfully he rubbed his chin, but remained silent. Alec tilted his head as he watched his new roommate. He didn't expect him to have read any of the books he had published so far. He wouldn't get anything from his notes.

"Why don't you start at a subway station?"

"Huh?" Not Alec's smartest remark, but he had no idea what Magnus was talking about. A subway station? Why a subway station? Was he suggesting that Alec should try writing while sitting at a subway station?

"With Will, you know", Magnus continued and this time his smile seemed just right. Small, warm, honest. He hadn't smiled like that very often back in college. "He lost his driver's license at the end of the last book, right? You could start the next one with him standing at a subway station and ... I don't know, cursing his life. This way you've also got a possibility to give a bit retrospection on what happened in the last book."

Alec simply stared at him with big eyes. That wasn't a bad idea, but there was something else he wanted to know first.

"Di-did you read the last book?"

"I've read them all." Magnus crossed his arms in front of his chest and after a little while of silence that smile crept back on his lips. "And I liked them."

"Did you know that I wrote them before or after you've read them?" Alec felt his heartbeat picking up in anticipation of the answer and he had no idea why. He had never hidden the fact that he was writing and publishing books, but had never wanted people to read or buy them because they knew him. He wanted them to like it because of the story, because of the words printed on the paper not because of himself. That was the reason why he had chosen the pseudonym J. C. Wayland for his publications.

"I didn't know in the beginning, but I figured it out along the way." Mganus tapped his chin with his index finger. Alec tilted his head in confusion.

"How did you find out it was me?" He had a homepage, but without a photograph or his real name. He had never done public readings or book signings. A fact for which his agent had more than once threatened to cut off his head. She had even tried to lure him to such an event, but Alec had managed to escape before anybody could have spotted him. He was still in equal parts embarrassed and proud of that day.

Of course, if he was asked if he wrote these books he wouldn't deny it, but not that many people ha asked him that yet. And Magnus hadn't asked at all, but he was just standing in front of Alec completely relaxed and smiled at him with one raised eyebrow.

"Sweety", he started as if the answer was obvious and Alec only flinched a bit at the nickname. "I've read most of the stuff you've written in college. I know your style. Your way of porting characters, describing surfaces, your slightly twisted humor." Alec scowled at him. He wasn't that easy to read, right? And what did Magnus get to read anyway? The few things that were published in the college paper? He was pretty sure that his 'style' had changed since then. Magnus' smile only got wider and it made Alec scowl even more. He leaned forward a bit his arms still crossed and Alec felt himself reminded of a lime green pullover.

"Just trust me with the subway station, okay?"

With a snort Alec blew a strand of black hair out of his forehead. Not that it stayed out of his eyes like this, but it was the thought that counted, right? The action that delivered a message.

"Why should I trust you with anything?"

Magnus grinned and it was the grin Alec had seen on so many occasions during college. It was the grin of a predator and he himself didn't quite like the fact of being put into the the role of the prey. He wasn't the prey. He could hunt on his own.

"Do you have another idea?"

Sadly, Alec didn't. Magnus knew it and with a low chuckle he stood up straight again. Then he turned around and walked back to the little table between the TV and the couch. He got seated on top of it again and picked up the half-finished crane he had put down before. Alec watched him for another few moments, but he had to finally accept that Magnus' idea was the best one he had so far. With a quiet sigh he looked at the screen and that annoying blinking line. A subway station, hm?

He closed his eyes and thought back to the last day he had taken the train. The sound of the train rushing into the station, the squeaking of the brakes, the cool breeze when it passes the waiting people. There are a lot of people, it's around 8 o'clock in the morning, everybody is on the way to work, nobody wants to be late, but hardly anybody really is motivated. A lot of yawns get drowned by the computer voice that announces the next train. It's kind of cold underground and Will - one of the protagonists - turns up his collar. His gloomy gaze is focused on the tiles beneath his feet. He is standing near the line that should keep the people from getting too close to the entering train. Will is in a foul mood because he has to take the train. He already knows that at his office he'll have to deal with the teasing of his colleagues. Everybody knows that he had lost his driver's license because of a car chase during the last investigation. It definitely won't do his chances with the cute secretary - her name is Tessa - any good.

Alec opened his eyes again and looked at his fingertips that were resting on the keyboard. This could work. And with that thought he started typing.

Magnus smiled to himself as he listened to the sound of Alec's typing. If he guessed right the other man had gotten even faster. It was something Magnus had always admired about Alexander Lightwood. He could type at an amazing speed, but it was actually only one small thing of so many more reasons he liked him.

With his journey to New York Magnus had put everything on one card. He had quit his job, solid his apartment back in Marseille and he had sold most of his belongings as well. All of it just to make sure that he wouldn't chicken out. That he wouldn't turn around to hide within the safety of his own home. He made it all the way and even got Alec to let him stay, but he was still scared. Scared, that he couldn't get him to believe his feelings were sincere, that he would just send him away again.

With a stern look Magnus stared down at the folded paper in his hands. No, wouldn't let that happen.

His eyes trailed to the electric blue fabric of his shirt and he couldn't help but grin at the memory that surfaced again.

He loved tickling Alec. He loved fooling around with him. He loved feeling his breathless chuckle against his lips afterwards. He loved pecking his lips first and slowly deepening their kisses, letting him catch his breath only to take it away again.

"You got glitter on your hands", Magnus whispered against Alec's lips and grinned at the sight of his blue eyes growing big and round. Alec tried to sit up, but Magnus didn't let him, so he lifted his hands above his face. He splayed his fingers and squinted at them while searching his skin for the tiny flecks of glitter. When he spotted the thousands of tiny sparkling spots scattered all over his hands he let his head fall back into the mattress and groaned loudly in a way that made Magnus swallow hard, but luckily he noticed something else that took his mind off the other part. Alec had the habit of burying his face in his hands whenever he was confronted with something that frustrated him and glitter pretty much had always been among the first things on that list. Magnus would never understand that, but if it gave him the chance to tease Alec with the threat of putting glitter in his hair while sleeping, he didn't care. But now Alec had his hands kind of coated with this stuff that had stuck to his skin from when he had inspected the pullover and by covering his face with his hands like it was his natural habit ...

Magnus had to bite his lower lip to keep himself from bursting into laughter. "And now", he managed to say with an almost completely calm voice, "you have it on your face too."

Alec almost hit Magnus' nose as he ripped his hands away from his face. He blinked a few times and when he realized his mistake his eyes went wide with an expression of pure horror. "Oh, no, no, no", he whined pressing his eyes shut, "I have to take a shower, NOW!"

With that he once again tried to get up and off the bed towards the bathroom. Without success. Magnus couldn't take it anymore and burst into laughter which got him a glare from Alec, but with the twinkling glitter all over his face he didn't look as threatening as Magnus knew he could.

He had seen him fight, had seen his blue eyes dark and angry and so very cold. To see the same boy desperately wiggling beneath him had an absurd humor to it and Magnus loved it because the emptiness in those blue eyes he had seen that night when they had first met had scared him a little bit. It had been a dull blue.

"No, really, Magnus, let me get this stuff off. I have to-" The rest of the sentence was drowned by the sound of Magnus' laughter. Alec sent another glare and it only made him laugh harder. He didn't know why, but it was easy to laugh when he was with Alec.

"You are not taking me seriously, are you?", the younger boy asked with a dead serious expression on his twinkling face. It had the same effect as the glare before. Magnus grinned at him and hungrily caught his lips with his own. He parted them and felt Alec's body slightly arch off the bed when he ran his tongue across the roof of his mouth. Alec made a sound of protest in the back of his throat, but he didn't push Magnus off. Instead Magnus could feel Alec's hands rubbing across the skin of his chest in an attempt to get the glitter off otherwise.

As they parted again Alec pursed his lips and squinted at Magnus with the maliciousness of a five-year-old who had been denied the sweets before dinner. It had been that morning, that Magnus had almost let three little words slip past his lips.

Most people found the sound of typing annoying, but Magnus actually found it very relaxing. Though after about half an hour it got a bit monotonous. He got up from the table and looked over at Alec who was absolutely focused on the screen of his laptop, sometimes moving his lips as he silently repeated the words that he wove together in his head. Magnus liked to watch him when he was writing. It didn't matter if he was typing on his laptop or moving a pen across the pages of a notebook. Alec completely immersed into his own little world when he was writing and in case he was listening to music he would subconsciously move his head softly to the rhythm of the song playing.

Magnus felt kind of proud that he had obviously proved to be helpful with finding the right start for the chapter. He sat down the finished crane next to him and got up from the little table carefully. On his toes he walked over to stand behind Alec whose fingertips moved across the keyboard in a blinding speed his eyes never once leaving the screen. After reading a bit of what was visible of the document he smiled to himself. It was a dialogue between Will and Tessa. Magnus had enjoyed their bantering from the first book.

"I like Will, he's funny", he suddenly said and for a moment was scared that he and startled Alec out of his flow, but he didn't even stop typing as he answered absent-mindedly:

"He is going to die at the end of the book."

You've reached the end of the chapter. :) Please leave a review and tell me what you liked and what not.

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