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"Honey, this is your favorite movie, yet you don't even seem to care," Magnus complained as Alec, who had previously been staring off into space with his thoughts, looked up at the Warlock. "See what I mean? I know that Jace is an asshole, but it's not going to help you to worry about it." Magnus sighed as Alec looked away, and Alec felt the warlock's slim, ring-laden fingers tilt his head up. "Why don't we do something fun?" Magnus asked, his eyes glinting mischievously.
As Magnus's hand snaked down Alec's leg, Alec couldn't help but smile. Though he was still fully clothed, Alec was hyper-sensitive to Magnus's touch, and he shivered lightly. And yet, there was a nagging part in Alec's mind that kept him from pursuing their embrace.
"Magnus?" Alec asked. Magnus's eyes were drooped slightly and his reply was a soft "hm?" as he leaned forward for a kiss, his eyes filled with a passionate longing that Alec felt himself. He wanted so much to concede defeat and melt in Magnus's arms, but he couldn't ignore the thoughts jumbling around in his head.
At Alec's unresponsiveness, Magnus opened his eyes, watching Alec with concern. Alec was instantly embarrassed and worried, as he had always had trouble explaining his feelings; he felt as though Magnus would act as Jace had throughout their life, laughing and shrugging his worries off. But no, this was Magnus, not Jace. Swallowing up his fear, Alec asked Magnus timidly, "Where were you today?"
Magnus began laughing and Alec snapped at him, "What's so funny?" Eventually Magnus sobered and he touched Alec's face with gentle hands, his expression full of warmth and amusement. "You don't have to be scared to ask me what I've been up to. And don't worry," he added with a wink. "It won't have anything to do with strip clubs, or faery orgies; in case that's what you're so worried about."
Alec felt humiliated, especially because this had been such an issue with him throughout their relationship; Alec just never felt brave enough to voice it. "It's not that Magnus," Alec argued, instantly capturing Magnus's complete attention. "I'm just tired of never knowing where you are, who you're with…. Or who you have been with." Alec knew that he was opening up an old wound; he wasn't going to act like before, though. When Camille first had Alec thinking about both Magnus's past and their future together, he couldn't help but freak out. Throughout Luke's engagement party he had been plagued with assumptions and also guilt for making Magnus angry, but he had been so disappointed and frustrated. After the ordeal with Lilith, when Magnus had been so sweet to him, he had felt better, but Alec couldn't help when the thoughts returned.
Magnus sighed, he looked almost sad, but also patient to Alec's worries. "Alec, darling, I don't know how to tell this to you in a way that won't hurt, so I'll just come out with it." Magnus's fingers that had remained on Alec's face while he talked, continued caressing his cheek, while the other hand combed through Alec's hair soothingly. "I have lived a long life, and been with many people. But that is of any relationship that there will be people before, and you can never assume that there will not be people after. Think of Izzy," Magnus smiled softly. "She's been with a lot of people, if she falls in love, and a man breaks her heart, do you think she will then live out her years completely alone?" Magnus seemed to have difficulty explaining this to Alec, and Alec felt himself become more and more defeated. "I love you so much, Alec, more than you could imagine; but I cannot change the past. I have been in love before, and I have always felt the stab and pain of loss; but the different people in my life wanted me to move on, as hard as it was for them, and for me."
Magnus's eyes closed and his eyebrows scrunched in frustration. "And yet, when I think of falling in love after you, it tears my heart and makes tears jump to my eyes." It was true, Alec could tell that Magnus's eyes had become glossy. "You damn boy," he murmured, though there was no anger in his voice, only affection. "I haven't cried in hundreds of years, and yet I know that if I were to lose you, I wouldn't be able to continue." Alec couldn't imagine seeing Magnus cry; Magnus was the strong one. It was strange enough to see a Magnus who loved and spoke softly and sweetly, buy a Magnus who cried?
"I've never seen you cry," Alec pointed out, unsure what to make of it.
"And I don't, Alec, that's the point. My many years have hardened me, and many of my lover's deaths were merely a blink in my life, a point of mild discomfort. Yes, my dear Alec, I have been in love before, but now that I have you, it feels as though those I had never truly been in love." Magnus seemed captured with emotion as he bent down to set his forehead against Alec's, he was breathing deeper than usual, as if he'd just finished running. Alec lifted his hand to Magnus's chest, and he felt Magnus's heart beating quickly. "Paris, France, with a warlock who loved a vampire," Magnus said suddenly, breaking into the sweet silence.
Looking up, Alec blinked in confusion. Paris? What? "What are you talking about Mag-"
"You wanted to know where I was, and who I was with, didn't you?" Magnus asked with an amused smile on his face. "It was very tragic, I had to help him fake his death so they could run away together without being followed." Alec frowned as he imagined a werewolf and vampire in an embrace that didn't involve claws and ripping flesh, and he could only think of Simon and Maia, though they had never been closer than a short kiss here and there.
"Two years ago, I would have laughed at the werewolf, and told him to give it up, and be a good little puppy dog," Magnus stated, interrupting Alec's dark thoughts. Alec watched as Magnus looked down at him, his lips lifted in a crooked smile. "And yet, now, I wish them the best of luck."
Alec thought for a moment before adding, "I still don't really see it happe-" Alec was cut off by a gasp of surprise as Magnus pressed his lips forcefully to Alec's. His arms closed around Alec's thin frame, and Alec closed his eyes, allowing the warmth of the warlock's touch to envelope him. He felt the bed move as Magnus shifted, keeping their lips together, ending up crouched overtop of Alec. His elbows held him up as his hands ran through Alec's hair. Alec felt Magnus pull on his hair and he gasped lightly, which allowed Magnus sudden entrance to his mouth, not that Alec minded.
Alec broke off the kiss, needing air. He laughed breathlessly and corrected, "you know, I think they will be just fine!" Magnus smiled softly, before capturing his lips once more. Alec tugged at Magnus's shirt, and pulled it up. He frowned as Magnus's spiked up hair proved difficult to pull a tight shirt over. Eventually, though, he got it off and Magnus laughed. "I'm not even going to get mad at you for wrecking my hair." They connected again and Alec's hands explored Magnus's smooth, caramel body. Despite Magnus looking fairly thin, lean muscle was concealed under his flawless skin. Alec gripped his waist and pulled Magnus lower so that their jeans touched, and he leaned up in anticipation.
Magnus pulled away to kiss down Alec's chest, leaving red marks as Alec moaned softly, his toes curling in pleasure. However, Magnus leaned back up, kissing Alec once more, before sitting up. "I hate to say it, but we cannot remain in bed all day, and the day's only begun. I want to go out, Alec. We never go out," Magnus pouted. Alec blinked through the cloud of pleasure and looked up at Magnus with confusion, "How do you just turn that off so fast?" he sat up slowly, feeling groggy.
Magnus's teeth flashed with a grin as he leaned closer to Alec until their chests were touching, Magnus's bear one to Alec's as he attempted to control his breathing. "Practice, honey. But believe me, I want you so much right now," he purred, leaning close enough that they could kiss, yet he remained just out of reach. "But I really don't want to be in bed all day. I don't want you getting flabby." After a wink, Magnus mad a quick getaway to the bathroom, just missing Alec's thrown pillow.
Sighing, Alec got out of bed, ruffling his hair. Looking in the mirror, he noticed the blush to his cheeks, and the light in his eyes. He remembered back when his eyes held no happiness or love, a time when he thought of himself as disgusting and wrong. No matter what Jace said, or the entire world, he loved Magnus, and he would never hide it again.
"Alec, please?" Magnus begged once again, though it was pointless; there was just no way.
"Magnus! No," Alec frowned at his boyfriend as Magnus proceeded to fall onto his knees and begin grovelling. "Please Alec! Please, please please please please!"
Alec felt his determination slip, and he himself half-begged, "Please Magnus, don't."
Knowing that he was close to victory, Magnus amped up his voice until others began looking over. "Please my dearest Alec! I will forever be your servant if you do this one little thing for me," Magnus promised. Alec's expression was still unsure, and Magnus added, "I will never ask you for another thing ever again!" Even though Alec knew that this was an empty promise, he knew that he couldn't convince Magnus out of it so, skipping the headache, Alec conceded defeat. Magnus sprang up in joy and hugged Alec hard before grabbing his hand and pulling Alec forward.
Around New York, slowly more and more decorations were going up. Pumpkins sat atop stairs and cobwebs hung from windows. Kids were getting their costumes ready, and parents were getting ready giant bowls of candy.
And of course, Magnus had to find the one haunted house that was up while the two had been on a previously relaxing walk. When they reached the entrance, Alec rolled his eyes at the blow up vampire. "Magnus, if I do this, you have to promise me that we aren't going trick-or-treating," Alec countered. Magnus hadn't voiced his opinions about the Halloween traditions previously, but Alec didn't want to end up going door to door with a warlock. Magnus smiled innocently before answering, "Of course not, we are having a kick ass party!" Alec's groan caused Magnus to laugh as he paid for the tickets and pulled Alec into the house.
As Alec walked through the hallway, the darkness almost enveloping, he couldn't help but notice large, moving spiders on the walls, and shivered. Magnus gripped Alec's arms and whispered jokingly, "Alec, I scared!"
As it turned out, Magnus had not been joking. Though Alec was creeped out by spiders, he found the haunted house boring and extremely inaccurate. He saw a vampire and could only notice that his eyes were burning a bright red, which was, of course, not true. Then there was a supposed demon with fangs and bright eyes and fangs, it looked more like a cartoon than anything Alec had faced.
Magnus, however, jumped and shrieked at almost everything that popped out; whether a werewolf snarled behind him, an arm grabbed at his leather pants, or a mummy short toward him, Magnus almost ended up huddled behind Alec. Alec ended up much more entertained by Magnus's reactions than anything in the actual house.
As they left, Magnus was paler than usual, and his eyes were wide as he straightened out from crouching behind Alec. A grin spread across Alec's lips and he stated, "You know what, that was fun. Hey, why don't we go again?"
Magnus hit Alec, his eyes narrowing. "You know what, ? that was my first haunted house, and I'm not idiotic enough to go down dark, creepy-crawly infested hallways. That's what I have clients for!" Through Magnus's rant, Alec's grin merely grew.
The two left to continue their walk, though Magnus insisted that they return before it grew to dark.