"Magnus!" Clary shouted into the mic outside the warlock's apartment building. "I know you can hear me. Let me in, come on!" She hit it with her fist in frustration, the pain echoing up her arms and raising her anger. But she couldn't have cared less. Clary had spent hours holding back tears, strolling aimlessly around the city, before coming to her senses all of a sudden and she stormed off towards Magnus' apartment. She wasn't going to leave until he at least spoke with her.
"Ok, ok, no need to be violent. Come on up," she heard him groan, seemingly bored and impatient today. She listened for the click of the door unlocking and stormed up the stairs to Magnus' loft.
Magnus' apartment had always had brilliant décor perfect to withstand countless parties whilst still looking fabulous. The furniture looked different today, new and dazzling with glitter and sequins. It seemed as though the warlock had thrown out anything Alec might have touched and replaced it all.
Magnus himself was lounging on his couch, dressed, as he always was, in elaborate, glittery attire and stroking the mound of fluff that was his cat, Chairman Meow. He looked up at Clary when she bounded into the room with a disinterested expression.
"If you've come here for Alec's sake you are wasting your time," he said. "I already told Isabelle that my decision was final. I'm not taking him back."
"That's not why I'm here," Clary blurted. "Well, it sort of is, but I have good reason."
Magnus sighed and stood, crossing the room to the kitchen and pouring himself a drink. "I'm guessing this has some sort of story to go with it, but please do get to the point - I don't have all day."
"I walked in on Alec and Jace kissing."
Magnus tried to stay composed, but Clary knew he was a little surprised at just how quickly she had gotten to the point. He maintained his 'I don't care' frown but she noticed him flinch as he realised exactly what she'd said.
"That's no longer my concern, Clary," he stated, collapsing back onto the couch with a cup of steaming coffee. "You see, the 'ex' in 'ex-boyfriend' means that Alec is no longer any of my business. However I can understand how you in particular may be confused by that concept, since you couldn't even keep your hands off a guy you thought was your brother."
Clary scowled at his cold words but shrugged them off and continued. "Jace and Alec have been acting weird since you two broke up, and I'll bet that kiss wasn't the first. Maybe this is some sort of rebound thing that will stop if you just-"
"Intervene," Magnus finished. "Now, the problem with that is I promised myself I would never intervene again. I don't do favours, just paid jobs."
"Magnus, please! I don't want to loose Jace when I've only just got him back," Clary pleaded, tempted to beg on her knees if he refused. "Please - just try!"
Magnus sighed again, and took a swing from his drink. "So you want me to cuddle back up to Alec so that you can have the blondie back in your arms? What an interestingly stupid plan."
Clary groaned. "Fine then. I'll think of something else."
"Yes, good luck. And remember if you need help, any help at all... Don't come to me."She started to leave, knowing that she was wasting her time. She also wasn't fond of Magnus insulting her.
"But Clary," Magnus called as she left. She turned back to see a melancholic expression on the warlock's face. "Please know that I don't refuse in order to spite you. I just... Alec and I didn't work out, and I wouldn't want to give him - or myself for that matter - false hope just to crush his heart again. I do hope you understand."
Clary nodded, smiling sadly at him, and retreated.
As soon as Clary had left, Magnus slammed shut the door she had departed from and leant with his back against it, eyes closed as he wondered how his mental health could possibly be fairing with all the crazy goings on as of late. So much had happened since he'd met Alec, that blue eyed, eighteen year old Shadowhunter who had quickly captured Magnus' heart with his muscular arms and innocent smile. It wasn't just Alec's striking resemblance to an old friend that had sparked his interest, but his kind heart and, well, other unexpected traits that only Magnus alone had seen.
But now Alec, it seemed, had forgotten about him and moved on to his blonde Herondale friend. Magnus couldn't exactly blame Alec for this - Herondales were known for their arrogance and charm that he had experienced first hand some hundred years ago - but he had to admit that he'd expected at least a little mourning time from the Lightwood boy. Maybe he was just being a little arrogant himself, maybe Alec hadn't loved him the way he had loved Alec, but it had stung his heart when Clary had said those devastating words.
Just then, as Magnus began to dwell on the crazy antics of his past loves, his phone rang loudly. Magnus sighed and fished the cell out of his pocket, eyes narrowing when he saw the name on the screen: Sweet Cheeks. He really ought to have changed it to 'Annoying Ex Who Won't Leave Me Alone' by now, but he couldn't bring himself to think of Alec in that way. Magnus had been dodging the Shadowhunter's calls and even stopped himself from listening to the voicemails, since everytime he did, he felt compelled to call Alec back. He knew that he shouldn't have, but before he could stop himself, Magnus had accepted the call and put the phone to his ear.
"M-Magnus?" The familiar voice at the other end of the line said, and the warlock drew in a silent breath - he'd forgotten how much he loved that voice.
"What do you want?" He asked, knowing he sounded mean, but it was the only way to bite his tongue from saying the apologies he wished to confess.
"Magnus, it's Alec. I just wanted to talk to you to... Well, I wanted to apologise for what I did and tell you that I'm sorry and I -" Alec kept talking for a good few minutes without a single breath, and it pulled on Magnus' heart strings to hear him in such a desperate state. But he couldn't let it get to him - Alec had already shown how little their relationship had really meant to him.
"Is this official business," Magnus asked coldly, cutting Alec off and allowing his frustration to leak into his tone, "or are you going to keep talking? Because I do I have places to be."
"Erm..." Alec was a little taken back - he hadn't been expecting Magnus to pick up and be in a rush. "Well, I hoped we could talk."
"Talk? I have better things to do than sit and listen to your whining."
"Magnus, I -"
"If you don't have anything else to say, I'm afraid I must go. I'm sure you have things to do as well - blonde things, maybe?" It sounded as though he was about to hang up, but Magnus couldn't bring himself to put down the phone. Talking to Alec and knowing that he may never kiss the beautiful blue eyed boy was painful, but ending the conversation, he knew, would feel even worse.
However, on the other end of the phone, Alec's temper suddenly snapped and he wondered why he was putting up with Magnus' rudeness. If it had been anyone else, he would have put them in their place right away, but with the warlock he gave him a little more leeway. But Magnus had crossed a line.
"Do you know what, Magnus?" he spat down the phone. "Fuck off!" The gasp Alec then heard from the phone sounded just as surprised as Alec himself felt towards the outburst, but it was done. He slammed down the phone, throwing it to the ground and stomping on it until the metal crunched under his foot. But it wasn't enough. There was still a lot of built up anger sitting heavily on Alec's chest, desperate to be released. And there was only one way that Alec could think of to do so.
Alec stormed through the Institute, not caring if he was making too much noise. It was past midnight, and everyone else was presumably asleep. The moonlight streamed through the windows like it was reaching out to Alec, but he carried on without a backwards glance, reaching the door he was looking for and not even stopping to knock.
The room was dark, curtains drawn and a faint snore echoing through the space. Alec didn't even hesitate, surprising himself as he shot forward to the bed and almost pounced right onto the sleeping mound of bedsheets that laid there. But the slam of the bedroom door jolted it awake, and Jace sat up suddenly, peering through the darkness to see his parabatai standing just beside his bed.
"Alec?" He asked, still under a light haze of lingering sleep, but before he could ask what the other boy was doing here, Alec had climbed confidently onto the bed with him and slammed their lips together so hard it hurt.
Suddenly, Jace was wide awake, eyes open and arms refusing to follow the commands the rest of his body was screaming. He'd spent the whole afternoon and evening trying to get hold of Clary; he couldn't recall a time when he'd used his phone so frequently in one day. He'd obviously hurt Clary, and although he hadn't meant it, he'd vowed to himself that he wouldn't kiss Alec again. The Lightwood had been right - it was risky, not to mention illegal.
But now, with the sweet taste of Alec's lips returned to his senses once again, Jace couldn't stop his arms from curling themselves around Alec's neck, drawing him closer with every hasty breath. The next thing he knew, Alec was positioned on top of him, straddling him with a leg beside each of his hips, his hands creeping up Jace's arms until the black haired boy had Jace's wrists held tightly above his head on the pillow.
All of a sudden, Jace could feel tiny balls of fire igniting all over his skin, but with only the thin, fraying material of Alec's sweater between their chests (Jace was topless, wearing only boxers), the fire was extinguished pretty quickly, making Jace feel as though he was bathing in a warm waterfall. But no matter how amazing he felt, Jace needed to breathe. He struggled to pull his lips from Alec's, but just about managed to, laying his head back on the pillow. And yet, the other boy wasn't the slightest bit disheartened, and moved down to Jace's neck, kissing and biting hungrily at the skin there. Jace wondered how he could go so long with not a single rune, maybe?
"Alec," Jace breathed, his voice somewhere between passion and exhaustion. "Alec, what are you doing? I thought... After earlier... After Clary... Do you realise how illegal this is?"
"I don't care, Jace. And since when have you been concerned with following the law?" Alec had begun a slow decent down the warm skin of Jace's chest, pausing at a nipple to bite hard on it until Jace yelped. "What about this morning? You certainly didn't seem to mind then."
"That was different," Jace murmured, surprised that their shower encounter had really been just this morning.
"Different because you'd forgotten about Clary?" Alec didn't sound as though he judged Jace, but chuckled slightly with the words. He loosened his grip on Jace's wrists and returned his lips to Jace's, lingering with a long, tantalising kiss before whispering, "I need this Jace. Please."
Jace didn't object, and Alec's hands moved, caressing Jace's sides as they passed, before resting on the waistband of his boxers. He was clearly about to give them a firm tug, but Jace groaned and caught his hands before they could move any further.
"That's not really fair, is it Alec?" He whispered flirtatiously, catching his gaze through the darkness. "I have to strip when you're still fully dressed?"
Jace grinned back at Alec when he smiled. Who cared about Clary when their was a perfectly willing - and beautifully sculpted - man right on top of him? He would apologise and beg for her forgiveness if she refused it, but he couldn't deny what he felt for Alec. On top of all this, there was Jace's desperate need for a relief. The Heavenly Fire had preventing him from taking such actions, even on his own, but with Alec he didn't suffer the same problem. He felt free again, and he wanted to take advantage of this opportunity as thoroughly as possible.
Trusting that Alec wouldn't cheat, Jace let go of his hands and crept his own under Alec's loose sweater, pulling it swiftly over the boy's head and tossing it to the floor. Suddenly, their lips were together again, picking up right where they'd left off as though they'd never parted. Before long, Alec's jeans followed his sweater and finally, both of their underwear too. The warm heat between them was so comforting that Jace felt like falling asleep peacefully in Alec's arms, but fiesty kisses and a frequent thrust of Alec's hips kept him wide awake.
Eventually, Jace was able to drift off to sleep, his whole body laid over Alec's, overwhelmed by exhaustion yet satisfaction.
"Wow," Alec said through heavy breaths. "I was angrier than I thought."
A/N: Sorry for the kinda-late update guys. I try to update this story every weekend but I've been slacking a bit as of late.
Yup, it's happened. After six chapters, Jalec have finally done it and the world is well! It killed me to write that bit with Magnus being mean to Alec, but the rest of the scene didn't really work without it, so sorry about that. (BTW, you may notice that I stole that last line from Alec from Two and A Half Men, but it fitted so I threw it in). Review and tell me what you think - thanks! xxx