Something soft rubbed against Alec's face and he wrinkled his nose as fur tickled it. Turning away, Alec grumbled sleepily before rolling away from the furry disruption. Of course, whatever it was, it refused to be ignored, and he felt it once again rub against his face.

Finally Alec opened his eyes to see Chairman Meow, Magnus's spoiled kitten. He pushed the cat away, who hissed before hopping off the bed.

Blinking blearily, Alec leaned back on his elbows, the blanket slipping off his bare chest. Memories from the night before flashed in Alec's slow mind and his face flushed with pleasure. Looking to the side of the bed, he was disappointed to see it unoccupied.

BZZZZZZZT!

Jumping, Alec looked to the bedside table to see his phone vibrating. Laughing at his own jumpiness, Alec grabbed his phone, read the name and opened the phone. "Hey Clary. You get news of Jace?"

"Hey Alec," she greeted him with a bright, cheery voice that instantly settled Alec's small nerves. He couldn't help but worry over Jace, even if he'd gone through as many of the boy's disappearances as mundanes would lose the remote. "Yeah Jace is back. He just said he wanted to be sure everything was ok with the clave about Sebastion." Alec caught the slightest shudder at Sebastions name which he himself felt. The boy was nothing but trouble, and knowing he wasn't fully dead yet was a constant itch in his mind. "He said that the clave wasn't sure quite yet what bond was still between him and Sebastion, or if it had been destroyed with the mark. I guess we will have to wait," she concluded with a sigh, obviously not happy about it.

Nodding slightly, Alec agreed before saying good bye and hanging up. There was nothing he could do about it; truly he should have still been on vacation. Sadly, though, Magnus thought it would be a good idea to stay around for a few days after the traumatic events that had recently unfolded. The dead demon-babies and dying half-humans were all big concerns of the clave, and as an active member, Alec had to stay around. Not only that, but as high warlock of Brooklyn, Magnus also held responsibility if his services were needed.

And so, Alec found himself pulled back into the shadowhunter life all too soon. No, he wasn't complaining: Hunting was his life, and he would never change that; of course, that did not stop him from missing the relaxing, stress-free days of their trip.

"Why does that girl keep calling you? Should I be worried?" a voice suddenly spoke up, once again causing Alex to jump. Looking up, he caught the sight of the ancient warlock with a towel wrapped around his hair, and another around his waist. One hand rested on his hip as he stared at Alec with bare, narrowed eyes.

"How did you…. never mind." Alec knew there was no point asking how Magnus knew. He just… knew everything that went on around New York. He didn't become the high warlock for nothing.

So instead of questioning the warlock, Alec called Magnus over with a flick of his finger. Magnus, with an amused expression, walked over before sitting on the edge of his bed. Sitting up as well, Alec leaned closer to Magnus, smiling as he blinked through the sleepy weariness. "And," Magnus pointed out, sounding stern. "You made Chairman Meow Mad. I expect you to make it up to him."

Alec moved even closer, the blankets barely covering him. Magnus quite obviously noticed as his eyes flicked down.

"How about you worry about making him happy…." Alec breathed quietly. "And I make it up to you instead?" Magnus smiled slightly, his yellow eyes glowing.

"I suppose that's only fair," Magnus agreed, nodding slowly as he crawled closer, closing the gap between them. As their lips touched, melding together, Alec caught the bright flashes of Magnus's magic as it jumped from his fingers. Alec loved the sharp and small, burning sensation of Magnus's magic snapping across his skin. A low moan escaped in Alec's throat as he felt Magnus's practiced hands running down his back. He heard Magnus chuckle lightly and Alec-never one to be outdone-pulled away only to move his lips to the warlock's collarbone and bite gently down on his skin. Alec was awarded by the sight of Magnus's eyes rolling back as he shuddered slightly against him. "You little monster," he breathed out as he pulled away, staring into Alec's eyes with narrowed eyes of his own, despite how they sparkled with amusement. He kissed Alec's nose delicately, causing the shadowhunter to break into a grin. "But I can't help but love you anyways," Magnus added.

Smiling, Alec pushed Magnus away. "If we don't stop now," Alec explained as sat back, head leaning against the wall. "Then I'll never get up."

Laughing, Magnus stood, turning toward his closet. As he picked out what he would wear for the day, he didn't seem to worry about keeping the towel tied around his waist. Alec caught sight of his toned, golden ass before he disappeared into the large closet. While Magnus was busy, Alec also got up and walked to his own dresser. It was about an eighth the size of Magnus's. He grabbed a pair of worn jeans and pulled them on as well as a faded, dark blue sweater. Spotting a piece of string sticking out, Alec yanked at it, ripping open a small hole in the sweater. "Damn.." Alec muttered, not that he really cared all too much.

A small whine sounded behind Alec and he turned around, a questioning expression on his face. Magnus was staring at the hole in his sweater, a pained expression on his face. "You're not going to keep that on, are you?" he asked, his voice choked up. Magnus himself was wearing tight, black jeans with chains looping down from the pockets, and a tight leopard print muscle-shirt. "I mean the sweater is bad enough! But I refuse to be seen with someone wearing a holy sweater!"

Magnus crossed his arms and walked back into his closet. Blinking through the confusion, Alec listened as Magnus seemed to rustle through his closet. Though it looked fairly small, Magnus had charmed it to be the biggest walk in closet ever seen. So it would make sense that finding anything would be difficult.

Finally Magnus exited the closet, closing the door behind him. Alec was instantly weary when he caught the site of clothing in Magnus's hands.

"Now it's no muscle shirt, so don't worry," Magnus told Alec cautiously, acting like someone approaching a frightened animal. "Here," he handed the shirt to Alec, who took it gingerly. With a sigh, Alec pulled his sweater off, Magnus instantly making it vanish with a flick of his fingers. Pulling the shirt on, Alec winced slightly when he felt the material cling to his skin instead of covering and hiding it.

Magnus looked close to tears as Alec looked into a mirror, cringing slightly. He was wearing some sort of plaid, long sleeve, button-up shirt. It was a thin material and fit his body tighter than anything else he'd ever worn (not that that was saying much).

"Wow! You actually have a body under those sweaters!" Magnus gushed jokingly, causing Alec to swat him away, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah and you've seen it before," he noted, of course that had been with no sweater… or anything.

Automatically growing serious-or pretending to be-Magnus asked worriedly, "How am I going to keep you to myself? I'll need a bat to keep the crazy men and women from you"

Smiling, Alec moved closer to him. "And you don't need to worry about even one of them." Leaving Magnus with a smile, Alec walked out of the room, still feeling strange in the shirt, but trying to ignore it.

Walking into the kitchen, Alec couldn't smile. Every morning Alec woke in the same room, and walked down to the same kitchen, but it still took his breathe away when he actually thought about how his life had ended up with him living in the high warlock's flat, having parties and sleeping in the same bed as him. The thought made a blush rise to his cheeks.

Grabbing the frying pan, Alec put it on the stove, grabbing some eggs and stirring them in a bowl, yawning away the last drags of sleepiness.

When Alec lived in the institute, he and his siblings never had to cook; either there was food waiting for them, or they ordered out (the latter more often). Now that he lived with Magnus, they ate out more often, though it wasn't Chinese take-out, or pizza. No, Magnus seemed fixated with fancy restaurants with ridiculously small portions. Either that or Magnus made finished dishes appear in the flat, which always worried Alec.

So for once, Alec decided to actually cook something. And with his depressingly small food know-how, eggs would have to do.

After pouring the eggs into the heated frying pan, Alec pushed two pieces of toast into the toasted and open the freezer, looking for something else to put on their plates.

After scouring for a few good minutes, Alec found a package of bacon. After closing the door and putting the bacon on the counter, Alec turned to see smoke lifting from the forgotten scrambled eggs. Swearing, Alec grabbing the spatula and stabbed at the burning egg stuck onto the bottom of the frying pan. After a few minutes of cursing and scraping, Alec had split up the bit of eggs he'd managed to save onto two plates. He began laying down strips of bacon onto the frying pan, then spread jam on the two pieces of toast.

The bacon was quite the process as it spat at him whenever he tried to flip them. Finally, after cooking the bacon as well as he could manage, he put them on both of the plates.

Finally, Alec walked back into Magnus's bedroom, having trouble holding the plates with the burns on his arms from the bacon. He was met with a make-up'd and hair gelled Magnus as he grabbed one of the plates, a huge grin on his face.

"You don't need to act, it doesn't look that great," Alec said miserably as he scratched his arm with his free hands, wincing from the burns.

Magnus sat on the bed, looking like the embodiment of happiness. "Are you kidding me? I have never seen a more amazingly delicious meal, baby," he said truthfully, gently pulling Alec down with him.

Alec smiled, scooping up a forkful of eggs. They were surprisingly good when one considered how little he could scrape from the congealed mess on the bottom of the frying pan. As Alec was getting into his bacon, his phone began buzzing. As much as he wanted to ignore it, Alec reached over Magnus, who gasped as he noticed the burns on Alec's skin. Pushing the phone to his ear, Alec's calm demeanour instantly tensed when he heard Isabella's breathless call, "Alec! Oh thank god you actually answered!"

Alec had to push the phone against his shoulder to keep it at his ear as Magnus inspected his arms. "What are you talking about Isabelle? What's going on?" Alec asked, worried if he would like what he would hear.

There was a slight pause and murmuring before Isabelle finally replied. "Mom and that new institute trainer-dude went on some easy call; it was just a few rogue bloodsuckers uptown, but they haven't gotten back yet."

Sighing, Alec rolled his eyes. "Izzy, I think you're overreacting. How often have we ever been back when we were supposed to."

"They left nine days ago…"

Alec's eyes widened and he sat erect, "I'll be right there," was all that he replied before hanging up. Looking down, Alec realized that Magnus had healed his arms without him even noticing and that he was now looking up at Alec with a bored expression. "They're interrupting breakfast now?"

Alec didn't reply as he stood up, grabbing his coat and pulling on his shadowhunter gear. Most of Alec's dresser was filled with knives, holy blades, and all sorts of fun things. Alec filled his belt loops and pockets before leaving the room. He was completely single-minded on where his mom would be.

As Alec was pulling his boots on, he was met with an annoyed looking Magnus. "No, that's fine; I didn't want to hear what was going on. And of COURSE I didn't want a goodbye kiss."

At first Alec didn't reply, he only narrowed his eyes when he turned to Magnus as he opened the door. "It's my mom," was all he said before walking out the door, heading toward the institute.