Chapter Nineteen
Magnus sat on the bed with his back leaning up against the wall and his feet almost edging over the end of it. After having a well deserved shower and introducing Rafael to the two Shadowhunters that would be looking after him, he found himself just sitting there, replaying memories of his unbelievable family and missing his son. He had sent Max a small blue bird, as the thought of him being terrified in a cage made Magnus feel nauseous and he knew it would put a smile on his son's face. Though he had sent him small blue animals several times, he only got one reply of a blue butterfly which broke his heart. Throughout his extremely long life, there had been moments where he had felt helpless, powerless and lost, but he somehow knew he would get through it; this was the one occasion where all those feelings constantly multiplied and he wasn't sure if he'd make it out the other side of this dark tunnel. When he closed his eyes, the darkness morphed into a haunting image of Max in a cell with hopelessness smeared over his face, snarling demons surrounding him and then Ember draining his innocent life out of him. As he let the back of his head hit against the wall, Alec came in with sweat thinning his hair and dampening his t-shirt which teased the outline of his physique. Magnus attempted to make a smile, but instead he watched him with a lifeless expression as Alec went into the bathroom and splashed water over his face.
"Rafael is fine; he's drawing something for Max," Alec said as he took off his top and dabbed his body down with a towel,
"That's good," Magnus spoke unusually quietly.
His brain projected into the air the thought of Max running around their apartment in Isabelle's shoes and as Magnus watched it on repeat, Alec sat by his side and stroked his cheek.
"Aren't you the one who told me to be strong at times like this?" Alec said,
"Yes but," Magnus let the projection fade, "it's hard; he's our son,"
"I know, but take it from me, the more you let your feelings get in the way, the more mistakes you'll make, and mistakes can lead to casualties."
He was right. Of course he was right. But how was Magnus meant to throw his feelings away, when his son's life was at stake as well as the world? If it was a stranger that was held captive, he wouldn't be going through this emotional torture and he'd be most likely be planning his outfit. However, he didn't care about what shoes he was going to put on or what accessories would go with them and he felt drained from the amount of emotions he was feeling all at once. He needed to be distracted for a moment.
"You worry me when you're like this," Alec brushed his hand through his hair,
"How are you so calm?" he asked,
"Training and exercise took my mind off of it and I know we'll get Max back safe and sound."
A smile slowly crept onto Magnus's face, but it faded quicker than it had came. Alec kissed his cheek with his cold, yet soft lips sending shivers around Magnus's body. He knew that Alec was trying to make him feel better by giving him kisses and stroking his thigh, but it didn't seem to be working like it usually did; Max was embedded into his brain until he could hold him again.
"You just need to relax," Alec whispered with his breath tickling his neck,
"It's not working, Alec," Magnus sighed.
In the blink of an eye, Alec moved on top of Magnus in one fluid motion and restrained his arms. There was a gleam in his eye that matched the cheeky grin on his face which only meant that he was plotting something that Magnus was either going to hate or really enjoy. Before he could retaliate, Alec was caressing his waist, hips and arms with the tips of his fingers that swiftly lead to Magnus giggling uncontrollably and squirming underneath him.
"Stop it," he laughed,
"Make me," Alec whispered in his ear.
It quickly became too much for Magnus to bear, but as he attempted to push him off, Alec pressed his whole body against him. The tickles and tingles that raced around his body gave him a sudden charge which supplied the strength to push Alec off of him and onto his back, before sitting on top of him and pinning his arms up above his head. Breathlessly, he gazed into Alec's eyes and felt the passion and excitement that emanated off of him. Alec bit his bottom lip which drove Magnus crazy as electricity surged through him and he wasn't sure if he could control himself. Slowly, he lowered himself so his lips were hovering over Alec's and in revenge, he kissed his neck and chest while keeping him pinned down. As he breathed onto his neck, Alec began to try to wriggle out from under him, but was stopped when Magnus began to nibble his ear, run his hand down his chest and unbutton his trousers. He thought he had gained dominance over him, but Alec had other plans and flipped him onto his back and ripped off his shirt.
"That shirt was a gift."
There was a grin on Alec's face as he threw it on the floor and slid his tongue down his neck and chest. The sensation of his tongue made Magnus breathless, his body temperature rose, butterflies went just as crazy as him in his stomach and a tingling thrill spread across his body. He had to admit; Alec knew exactly how to make him relax. His body went weak with every kiss and touch that Alec teased him with and a moan left his lips as his hand slipped down his trousers. Alec caught his moans with his lips as Magnus pushed down his trousers and then let his hands roam around Alec's body and squeeze his ass. Their tongues brushed against each other as Alec's strokes composed more of Magnus's moans that grew louder and he clawed at his back as the immense pleasure possessed him.