First Fanfiction! I hope you enjoy it! (No copyright intended, all characters belong to Cassandra Clare)

CASTLES MADE OF SAND, CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

Here comes the Sun

"Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter, Little darling, it feels like years since
it's been here. Here comes the sun Here comes the sun,
and I say, It's all right."

Magnus woke up, and his eyes were instantly trained to a stark white rice flaked ceiling; the muscles in his back ached, and his lips were on fire—tingling and burning with a sensation so strong, Magnus had to bite down hard on his lower lip, to keep from screaming out. He felt almost too enlightened and happy, that it took him a moment to realize where his sudden rush of optimism and heat came from. He felt a slight weight on his left arm, and a subtle shift of movement—silky hair, brushing over his upper arm. He glanced over to his left, and attempted to suppress his smile, as he realized that this blue eyed boy was the exact reason for his dream-filled night. Magnus hadn't slept without at least one nightmare tainting his dreams in the longest time—but last night, all his dreams were sweet. Not even a hint of bitterness was laced into his sleep—Magnus had the kind of dreams, in which you never wanted to wake up, in fear that they would never be real. And as he gazed at the sleeping boy, he couldn't help but feel as if this was a once in a lifetime thing—having said dream come gleefully true.

Alec was resting his head on Magnus' upper left arm, his charcoal black hair splaying out over Magnus' tan skin, tickling the fine hairs there. He was lightly snoring, his thin pink lips parting only a fraction of a crevice, spicy cinnamon wafting out. Magnus picked his head up slowly, as to not rouse Alec in his sleep, and took in his surroundings. The two of them were laying on the hardwood floor of Sebastian's fathers study, and bright seeping light swept into the room, through the parting of the long floor to ceiling red drapes on either side of the large bay window. There were others in the room, all sleeping as well, leaving virtually no room to step around—off in one corner, Magnus recognized the bright tangle of red curly hair—Clary—her head placed delicately on the top of Jace's chest, his hand snaked around her waist. In that position, it looked as if Jace's grip on Clary was a protective reflex, as if in his sleep he would do anything to keep Clary closely to him.

And close by, near the entrance of the study, James and Tessa were sprawled out on their stomachs; their hands clasped together like that of a childhood fairytale. It seemed almost too perfect seeing them like that—so innocent with their love and affection, even if everyone knew that they had already pushed past every boundary a two year relationship could entail—but still, they were two delicate souls that wistfully clinged to one another, obtaining that same amount of innocence as they once had at the beginning of their relationship. And really, to Magnus, it was the fact that they acted as if they were still in the beginning phases—which in turn kept them strong and pliant with eachother.

There was no doubt that there would be people sleeping all over Sebastian's manor, in random rooms, on top of random furniture, and just gazing out of the window at the in between dark and light blue sky, indicated to Magnus that it was still too early for any one of them to awaken, any time soon. So Magnus and Alec were safe at the moment, without prying eyes and speculations.

Oh god, last night, Magnus sighed and let his eyes slip—attempting to re-imagine the feeling of having Alec's lips finally pressed against his own; the feeling of Alec's relaxed muscles under the tips of his fingers—of his body pressed firmly against Magnus', fitting perfectly with the lines of his frame; as if Alec were the other half to making him whole again. And quite literally, when they were kissing, Magnus felt as if he couldn't be any more complete than in that moment. Alec's lips were so very soft, and tentative—brushing calmly than feverishly at the exact right times, sending Magnus spiralling into a deeper state of desire. Last night he felt as if he couldn't get close enough, and he wanted—needed to lock himself tightly together with Alec.

Alec felt oh so good; Magnus was at a lose for words inside his own mind—trying to settle his emotions on exactly how it had felt. He didn't necessarily understand why he took the initiative of leading Alec into the study once they had escaped up the stairs, attacking his lips... But just seeing Alec there in his boyish green striped long sleeve sweater and dark jeans, his cheeks perfectly flushed and rosy from the heat of Sebastian's basement—not to mention the fact, that for a while there, downstairs, Alec was practically grinding against him, while everyone around them continued to dance as well—sent Magnus into a sort of frenzy. For the past few days, Alec was that which was unobtainable to Magnus—and in that fated moment when their lips connected, Magnus realized that, that was all he had yearned for, since God knows when. And now, he wanted even more.

So, in Magnus' mind, he possibly took the initiative because of the fact that Alec practically begged him too, even if Alec did it indirectly and absent minded and because Magnus' own emotions were set on fire. But one thing was for sure, and that was the fact that Magnus wanted that to happen, ever since they departed from breakfast at Dante's the day before, and quite readily even before then. It was quite sickening really, Magnus had to admit, how he had somehow turned into that person who couldn't stand to be away from the person they felt all these swimming feelings for—and really, Magnus was not going to continue to subject himself to hide the truth.

He liked Alexander Gideon Lightwood, and that was something which would be painfully hard to deny.

Where did they go from here? That question had been lingering at the back of Magnus' mind before he had fallen asleep, with Alec tightly snugged up to his side. Complications... Big complications were about to arise from this, Magnus could indefinitely feel the wave of forewarning wafting and tangling throughout the air. What was he supposed to tell William? He had yet to talk to him as of late—and almost dreaded the moment he would succumb to. If this went further, what would they tell their friends? Their family members? Magnus could only hope for the best, hope certain daunting truths wouldn't be revealed—hope for a steady, future where Alec could be there to kiss him again. And again. And again.

He could most definitely get used to the image of Alec sleeping beside him. It was a marvellous way to wake up; he didn't even partially mind the slight added pressure Alec was causing to his left arm, making the tips of his fingers tingle and prick in response. As long as Alec was there, nothing seemed to matter. Alec began to stir in his sleep for a few minutes, before he finally came to, and opened his sleep ladled baby blues, catching Magnus' eyes instantly, locking his gaze—and smiled a warm genuine smile, revealing that perfect dimple in his left cheek. To Magnus' surprise, Alec leaned his face closer to him, a bit hesitantly at first but at the same time knowingly, and pressed his lips delicately to Magnus'.

Again, Magnus felt as if he were swimming in fresh lake water, diving head first over and over—feeling a rush of sensations and shivers hit every single nerve ending in his body. There was a frenzy of heated tremors, now, which danced along the planes of his back, engulfing him in this sort of bliss, that he had never felt before. The small kiss didn't last nearly as long as Magnus would have wanted it to, and Alec retracted back from him, with a boyish lopsided smirk on his face. "Sorry, I just wanted to make sure last night happened," Alec blushed a bright red fire truck hue.

Magnus raised his hand to the ivory skin just above Alec's eyebrow, and began to stroke it with the pad of his thumb. It was a weird gesture on his part, but somehow stroking Alec's skin there, set him at ease. "It happened Alexander. It definitely happened..." Magnus whispered, starring intently into those vibrant lake blue eyes. They stayed there for only a minute longer, just gazing at each other—as if both trying to read eachothers mind—before Alec's eyes feverishly swept around the room, scoping out his surroundings, and pushed himself away from Magnus anxiously. And truth me told, Magnus understood—if someone were to wake up, and find Magnus and Alec in such a compromising position, it would only entail more difficulties for the both of them. Magnus could see now, that Alec was not at all comfortable with himself. And really, Magnus found himself to be more than comfortable with the situation—in the long run. That is, if it deemed to end up somewhere.

Alec stood up abruptly, almost tripping over someone else's arms, which were strewn haphazardly across the floor. He crossed the room, as silently as he possible could, dipping around bodies, scuttling past finger tips, to where Jace and Clary had been laying. The whole time, Magnus had his eyes trained on Alec's butt—he couldn't help it. Alec's jeans fit perfectly, outlining the subtle curve of his butt, and the muscles of his soccer thighs. Magnus swept to his feet as well, a moment later, but instead of hanging a right over to Alec, he took to where James and Tessa were sleeping in the doorway.

"Jem," Magnus bent down low to the ground to whisper in his ear. "Jem," Magnus whispered a bit more bluntly this time, nudging James in the side of the rib once.

"Mmm," James sighed, his voice muffled from sleep. "What?" He picked his head up slightly, and rested his chin on the hardwood beneath him. His eyelids drooped low over his liquid silver eyes, making him look much more groggy than he had been for months.

"We've got to go," Magnus said, outstretching his arm in front of himself, to regard the time on his stark white pristine Micheal Kors watch. "Don't want to be late for classes do we?"

"What do you care about being on time for classes Magnus?" James smiled, and unclasped his hand from Tessa's to roll over onto his back. Magnus saw from the corner of his almond shaped eyes that Jace and Clary were now standing with Alec, whipping the last bits of sleep from their eyes, fixing their appearances briefly. "Help me up," James lifted his left hand into the air, and with the other clasped it tightly over his mouth, attempting to stifle back his laughter. Why he was laughing... Magnus had no idea, but found it insanely adorable, and smiled down at him, taking his hand and helped him to his feet.

"Magnus, I have an insane headache right now..." James said into the palm of his hand, tiny giggles erupting from the back of his throat.

"It's called a hangover Jem," Magnus chuckled lowly, helping James to his feet.

"I know that. I'm not stupid, you know." James grinned, and whipped the palms of his feather-like hands into the beds of his eyes. "Drive me home? I wouldn't dare get behind the wheel with Tessa in my state right now,"

"Where's William?" Magnus asked, as he went to crouch down on the ground again, and rouse Tessa from her sleep. Her long brown hair was splayed out all across the floor and her shoulders, tangled, and her face hidden beneath it.

"I—I don't know. I think he left last night. I can remember him coming to me, and being upset about something, saying he was leaving early, I think... Don't take my word for it. I can barely remember last night." James shrugged, and scooped up Tessa into his arms, when she resisted Magnus' attempts of waking her up. Clary, Jace and Alec were advancing towards them, from his right, swiftly then; Magnus reached into the back pocket of his tight black leather pants, and revealed the keys to his car.

"Go put her in the back seat, I'll be out in just a second," Magnus smiled, as he caught Alec's eyes when they came to stand beside them. James took the keys gladly, and carried Tessa out into the hall, and through the front door. "Alexander, can you help me for a moment? I've seemed to have lost my jacket," Magnus ostentatiously said, smirking at Alec, quirking his eyebrow high on his tawny forehead. He watched a sweet sort of tremor crawl through Alec, creating an electric shiver to take over his body.

"Uhh yeah, sure. Jace I'll be fast." Alec ducked his head down a fraction, proceeding to hide a subtle rosy flush on his cheeks.

"Sure thing," Jace said, almost suspiciously, as if he were searching his mind for something that wasn't exactly there—something that might not have been tangible. Magnus let it slip his mind however, it was never a good thing to over analyze a situation and or response. It could only lead to disastrous things. Jace grabbed a hold of Clary's doll sized hand, and tugged her away from the room, and out the front door as well; leaving Magnus and Alec alone—well partially alone.

Magnus grinned widely, and stared Alec down, before he tilted his head in a sultry fashion, indicating for Alec to follow his lead. Magnus winded his way throughout the many hallways of Sebastian's house, and once he found a hallway which was starkly empty, he grabbed a hold of Alec, and pushed him a bit too forcefully into the wall behind him. In an irrational instant Magnus latched his lips onto Alec's sucking Alec's bottom lip into his mouth, loving the low groan that escaped the back of Alec's throat.

Magnus gripped Alec's hips, digging his fingers into the fabric of his dark washed jeans, as a sort of involuntary response to the sounds Alec was making against his lips. Oh yes, Magnus could absolutely and most definitely get used to this. Magnus traced his tongue deliberately along the pink flesh of Alec's bottom lip, silently asking for entrance—which Alec willingly gave over to. Alec whimpered as Magnus stroked his tongue along the roof of his mouth, his hands finding their way to Magnus' hips, and pulling him forward, closer to his body. There was a car honk from somewhere outside, and he instantly recognized it as his own car—the significant beep was in its own way a huge signature sound to the make of his car. Magnus smiled into the kiss—even if he was resenting that it had to be over—and pulled back his head, meeting the gaze of livid melting blue eyes. "I'll see you later today. I've got to go,"

"Magnus?" Alec sheepishly said his name, with a hint of question lacing his voice, his cheeks flushing a beet red color.

"Yes, lovely?" Magnus tilted his head to the side, and studied Alec's face intently. The way his dark angular eyebrows knit together in a sort of ginger nervousness; the subtle dip of his upper lips cupid bow, and how the corners of his lips pulled up into a smile; the firm but delicate bones along his cheeks, highlighting the perfect natural rose color on the apples of his cheeks. Everything about him was so beautiful—and really the eyes were the best part. Bluer than a bright summers day ocean, with just the right tinge of sea foam blue crashing against its surface.

"Thank you—for last night." Alec's voice was hesitant, as if he were unaware if what he was saying was to be regarded as something rather embarrassing, but he went ahead with it anyways. Magnus smiled, a toothless smile, but more so to himself, looking down at his feet. He wouldn't have imagined for Alec to say thank you, for something as simple as a kiss. But really, for quite possibly the both of them, that kiss was far more than it could ever be regarded for. But still it was a type of heart warming gesture to be given a form of thanks for that.

"You're very welcome, lovely." Magnus lifted his head, and quickly snuck in one last lingering chaste kiss, before stealing away down the hallway in a hurry, and out the front door to his car where James and Tessa awaited him. At this rate of having to drop Tessa off at her estate, and taking James home—possibly, or most probably, Magnus having to take partial care of him—Magnus would not make it to school in time to savour the first half of the day with Alec present. But he liked it better that way, because really the only thing he was even remotely looking forward to, was Biology where he could be with Alec, without the curious eyes of any one of their friends.

Oh yes, Magnus was determined to make this a good day.

A/N: Malec(y) goodness, and it's only just the beginning! I just really wanted to start writing them interacting in this way. Alec is the sweet kisser, looking for the simple adorable gestures he can get—while Magnus is the one who is the desireful kisser (at least in my mind), and likes to be a bit rough with Alec—in which Alec sure as hell does not mind. I wanted you guys to see, that all that built up frustration between them, the days leading up to the party, just absolutley took over them, and that is why their first kiss was so hungry and needy. I hope you guys don't think that the plot somewhat ends here, because seriously... There is a lot more to come, and to me it's all about the build up and the little transitional chapters to help lead to those points. I want this story to be long, and I hope you guys stick around for the whole thing (: ! As a side note, there will be more Jace and Alec time, Isabelle and Alec time. Definitely more Magnus and Jem, Magnus and William; it just depends on the points when I want to bring those points up. Side relationships are important to me as well, because hey, who says I wont create another story after this one, as a follow up to one of those relationships? Stay hopeful that I have the will power to continue writing!

I can't thank you all enough for reviewing, I just... When I first started this I didn't think it would be liked all that much, and I didn't think anyone would be still interested in reading this for how long I drag certain things out. So thank you again for those who have stuck through this, you guys are truly amazing.

Don't hesitate to review! I love getting feedback, and if you have questions, ask away! Like honestly, any questions at all, like what's Isabelle's favorite color in this story, or anything bigger or smaller than that, I will be happy to answer!

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Sorry, I had to add this at the bottom: So, I just finished the book Forbidden, by Tabitha Suzuma, and I am utterly broken, like I can't stop crying, and I feel so angsty at the moment. It took such a long time trying to edit this, because tears just kept fogging up my vision. I hate it when books do that to me... And honestly it doesn't happen often! But this book is just so amazing, but terribly devastating at the same time. On that note... I have been writing a whole bunch of angsty scenes for Castles Made of Sand, only because I feel extremley motivated and inspired by Forbidden. I would recommend you read it! But it is really a book meant for people that are mature enough to handle some of the complicated positions people can have in society.
Okay, I'm done my little rant... please review! And hopefully i'll stop crying so I can get more of these chapters written.