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CASTLES MADE OF SAND, CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE

Sure to Fall (in love with you)

"You are so sweet, And so near, I'm sure to fall in love with you, So hold me tight Let tonight be the night,
Darling, don't ever let me go, Loving you, Is the natural thing to do,
I want you for the rest of my life."

The inside of the boat was as familiar to Magnus as his own bedroom was. And quite literally the mere size of the dotting boats space was a few square feet smaller than the size of his bedroom at home. The floor boards were a cracked weathered light colored wood with a small make-shift red rug situated at the foot of the front doors landing. At the far left side of the boat, there was another much smaller exit—a sort of trap door which led around to the edge of the boat docks. The cream colored walls were regretfully bare, with few to none photographs hung up in place; the only one was a painting of the ocean during sunrise, done by old man Penhallow himself. Otherwise all around, from every angle, there were small port key windows which were cracked open, bathing the room in a fresh sea water smell and flooding sunlight into the room of the boat.

Along the far right side of the boat, in a semi-crescent moon shape, was a long, dark indigo, plush sofa with a fairly large dark oak wood table in the middle. That was were they all usually hung around, when the lot of them snuck onto old man Penhallow's boat and had their drinking parties. Sometimes it was much more satisfying to them to all lay out on the floor boards, and laugh about complete nonsense as they did so in their intoxicated states—but it was rather likely of them all to use the sofa, mainly for comfort reasons.

But... Nevertheless, Alec and Magnus had subjected themselves to sitting upon the floor, leaning their backs against the wall of the boat. They had been like that all morning, just talking, not even making a move to touch each other or kiss each other—despite the fact that, that was what Magnus desired to do—and essentially learnt different little tid-bits about the other. There was teasing and laughing involved of course; Magnus loved Alec's laugh, it sounded as if Alec continued to hiccup and suck in way to much air at random intervals and or points. There were also a few rather tense moments, where certain topics became a bit too hard to answer; but really neither of them could help it. And neither one of them pushed the other into an explanation as to why.

Magnus learnt that Alec lost all feeling in his pinkie and ring finger on his right hand after some sort of accident that he didn't want to go in to details about; he learnt that Alec was a surfer who loved the water like a little kid loved ice cream; he learnt that the small almost none noticeable scar on the top left side of Alec's forehead was from his childhood when he and Isabelle had gotten into a heated argument and Isabelle had pushed Alec forcefully into the railing of their deck. He learnt that Alec had an uncanny fear of spiders, and a natural love for scenery. He also learnt that Alec had vintage 1967 Goya Rangemaster guitar, and after much difficulty Magnus coaxed Alec into the idea of giving him a private performance some time soon.

There were also things Magnus shared with Alec. Every question he deemed to ask was simple and easy to answer: his favorite place to get away being the lake they were at days prior, his heritage on how his father is Indonesian and his mother dutch, his favorite poets and playwrights, what movies he loved to watch—for future reference most likely—what ice cream flavour he enjoyed, why he seemed to like glitter so much... It wasn't until Alec had asked Magnus directly about his mother, Palmer, that Magnus got a bit uncomfortable, and somehow without even saying a word Alec had noticed the tense lines of Magnus' body and changed the subject quickly. Which Magnus was thankful for. As time continued to inch closer and closer to evening, the sun sinking low on the horizon, Magnus and Alec were still in the same position that they aquired when they first arrived.

"Hmm, when was your first kiss, lovely?" Magnus wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, as Alec shook his head.

"Er, I think I was like ten, and it was with this girl named Molly. I was horrified when she kissed me though, and then after that she went around telling everyone I was her boyfriend—which was even worse," Alec laughed, his insanely characteristic hiccuping laugh. "What about you?"

"I was fourteen," Magnus shrugged. "And surprisingly that was also when I lost my virginity or whatever," Magnus waved his hand in front of himself for a moment, as if it were no big deal.

"You...You lost your virginity when you were fourteen?" Alec gazed at Magnus astonished, squaring his eyes in wonder. Magnus couldn't help but grin brightly at the look that stretched across Alec's face; so innocent and bewildered.

"Alexander, in a town like this, where there aren't enough lesiure activites to do, you tend to lose it at a very young age. Do you honestly think any of us are virgins? Even sweet Jem lost his a long time ago,"

"I just... just... Fourteen." Alec breathed out in a long sigh. "That's so young. I—I can't imagine you were prepared for that at all..." Alec trailed off.

"I didn't love her, if that is what you're eluding to. At that point, I didn't really connect sex with... Love." Magnus added in a whisper, "I still don't know if I do." Alec glanced up at Magnus then, his eyes and expression faltering a slight fraction of a second, before he gave Magnus a small understanding and faithful nod. Silence encased them after that, but it was comfortable and charming, a place Magnus could stay forever and feel an abundance of happiness drift around him. He didn't know how Alec could make him feel so at ease with himself; it was as if the mere presence of Alec wiped away the worries Magnus had of the world—all the stress was gone for a moment, and for that moment Magnus was able to ease away the sorrow that had been slowly filling his heart as the days inched closer and closer to the marked day of Palmer's passing.

"Tell me what you like about me." Magnus said after a few minutes, catching Alec a bit off guard. His ears picked up to the sound of Magnus' voice, and he turned his head to face Magnus with his eyebrows pinched low on his forehead.

"Uhh, I don't know if I want to..."

"Why not?" Magnus whined.

"Because, I'll probably embarrass myself." Alec retorted.

"C'mon Alexander. Tell me. Tell me what you like about me," Magnus tilted his head to the left, and gave Alec a threatening grin. Alec returned the gesture with a simple sigh, dipping his head down so that a few strands of charcoal hair swept across his ivory forehead. He sat beside Magnus against the wall of Penhallow's deck, their shoulders brushing faintly together; and his long muscled legs stretched out over the floor with his shoes kicked off. Alec's hands were in his lap, his fingers over-lapping the other in a slightly nervous mannerism. The sun was just beginning to skid across the horizon—as in the September time, it tended to get darker earlier on—and now Magnus and Alec were bathed in a glowing orange light, that seeped through the half cracked port key windows of the tiny red boat.

"I like how you're so sure of yourself," Alec looked up and smiled; his eyes a blazing blue hue underneath his thick dark eyelashes. "You walk with this sort of affinity to yourself. I wish I could be more like that," he shrugged and returned his gaze to his lap again. And then he was silent—the only sound emitting throughout the room was the steady calm of the tide, and distant seagulls flying overhead.

"Is that all?" Magnus teased, nudging Alec in the ribs with his elbow.

"No," Alec answered briskly. "I was just—thinking."

"And what exactly were you thinking about?" Magnus enquired, shifting his upper body a little bit further to the left, so he could face Alec more so. He wished Alec would raise his head, so that he was blessed with the vision of those livid lake blue eyes once again. It was a strange desire that burned deep within him—almost as strange as the desire he felt to run his fingers all over Alec; memorizing ever dip and curve of his lengthy muscled body, and finding the sweet spots that could make Alec shiver.

"I was thinking about how I like your smirk, the way it curls up in the left corner." Alec said lowly, laughing briefly to himself. Magnus couldn't help but involuntarily—at that moment—give Alec a small smirk. Magnus inched, only a fraction, closer to Alec; feeling the heat of Alec's skin wave off of him. "I like your eyes. The color alone makes me want to just stare at you all day," Alec looked up then, and locked eyes with Magnus, smiling adorably with a light pink flush hitting his cheeks. "And the way they dilate, turning almost black. Did you know they do that?" Magnus shook his head from side to side slowly; too focused on studying Alec's face to reply. Right then it seemed like a perfectly intimate moment between the two of them. Alec speaking in low husky tones searching Magnus' eyes, while Magnus did the same.

"I—I like the things you wear, because compared to me—you're kind of... The color in my life." Alec's blush turned just a hint darker. "Sorry, that was a bit cheesy," He turned his head away sharply to regard the other side of the small boat in embarrassment; but instantly once he did so, Magnus placed his palm against Alec's cheek and turned his face back towards him again.

"I like cheesy, once in awhile." Magnus remarked in a low voice.

"Well that's good to know," Alec laughed shakily. He then turned his face into the palm of Magnus' hand, his lips brushing over the cold smooth skin. He let out a gust of warm cinnamon filled air that tangled around Magnus' fingers—sending a sort of jolt and or fever throughout his nerves; heating his blood. "Have I told you, I like your hands?" Alec smiled against Magnus' hand and kissed it gently—his voice a breathless whisper. Magnus let his eyes slip shut for a moment, basking in the beautiful glory of that which was Alexander Lightwood. How could one person make Magnus feel this way? As if all the light of his world had suddenly eclipsed over top of Alec, so that everything else dropped out of place. All he saw was Alec. All he felt was Alec. And quite readily he couldn't get enough.

"I especially like it when your hands are here," Alec latched his fingers around Magnus wrist, and brought Magnus' hand down to rest upon the subtle curve of Alec's hip bone. Magnus' eyes shot open at that. Yellow-green meeting lake blue. Alec was being... Quite subliminal at the moment, but really—Magnus wasn't complaining. Magnus made a hasty decision and placed his other hand on the other side of Alec's hips; then sat up a bit from his position so he could swing his right leg over Alec. He was now straddling Alec's upper legs, both of his thighs locked not too tightly around Alec but not loosely either, while his hands rested on either side of his hips.
Magnus bore his eyes into Alec, finding a mixture of determination and hesitation swirling around in the depths of those baby blues. "And I love your lips." Alec gave Magnus a fox grin; uncharacteristic as to what Magnus was used to—but nevertheless endearing and wonderful. He then bit the skin of his bottom lip teasingly, causing Magnus to dig the tips of his fingers into the fabric of Alec's shirt which rested over his hips.

"Is that so?" Magnus grinned lopsidedly and leaned in once, just barely brushing his lips against Alec's, before pulling back.

"Yes." Alec semi-whined; probably because of the fact he was just deprived of Magnus lips. Magnus slipped his hands up Alec's body, slowly and deliberately, loving the effect he was having on Alec. He could feel Alec trembling slightly under his touch, his cheeks were blazing with color now, and small dots of sweat lined the arch of his nose. The blaze of the setting sun cast an ethereal light over top of Alec; his light ivory skin, blemish free and glowing; his eyes bright blue and livid; his hair a dishevelled array of charcoal black—with small tints of deep indigo in the light. He was truly beautiful, without even trying.

Magnus finished his ascent with his hands and trailed them around Alec's neck, locking his hands together at the back, while gripping a few waved and curled strands of his hair at the nape of his neck. This time when he brushed his lips against Alec's he meant to stay there forever, if he could. Alec's lips were warm and soft—and they began to move against one another in a slow even pattern, tilting from left to right and then left again. Alec slipped his hands around Magnus' back, pulling him forward so that now their chests were pressed together. Everything was slow and sweet; and there was no doubt Magnus could have continued this kiss forever possibly—but he yearned for more, needed so much more with Alec.

He bit down a bit too roughly on Alec's lower lip, and listened to a loud whimper escape through Alec's lips. A sound which spurred Magnus on even further. He slid his tongue across Alec's lower lip, asking for silent entrance—in which Alec complied with the softest of sighs—and then their tongues were colliding, sweeping fluidly together, shifting over gums, and running over teeth. Heat was moving between their bodies in the most delicious of ways, causing Magnus to let a hot moan bubble up in the back of his throat—and if that heat wasn't enough, Magnus was sure that the fact Alec had now suddenly slipped his hands under and up Magnus shirt was the thing to send him over the edge.

Everywhere Alec touched, it was as if he were branding Magnus' skin with a heated iron. And then, to make matters that much more desireful, Alec lifted his hips up once from the floor boards, their cores rubbing momentarily against one another. "Alexander," Magnus murmured against Alec's lips. He was teasing the skin underneath Magnus' shirt, dancing his fingers across the small of his back, and then pain stakingly slow he ran his hand along the groove of Magnus' spine...Tugging his purple sweater up with it. Magnus pulled his head back and gazed into Alec's eyes—searching—wondering—speculating. And somehow he had begun to think he would find some form of hesitation lacing Alec's expression...But it just wasn't there.

Magnus attacked Alec's lips and moved his hands to the hem of Alec's shirt pulling it up and over his head—almost without loosing any contact of their kissing. His upper body was amazing; muscles coiled over his chest and abdomen, and his skin was smooth and creamy. His black hair was dishevelled around his head from the hasty lift of his shirt, and his cheeks flushed with warmth—glowing bright red. It was getting heated now, and essentially Magnus wasn't thinking coherently. If he was to listen to his mind that was screaming 'Too fast! Too fast!' that wouldn't be happening right then, but every other one of Magnus' senses pushed him forward to continue on—and Alec didn't seem to mind. Alec tugged on Magnus' sweater as well, and swiftly discarded of it also, throwing it behind Magnus, on to the light wood floor boards of the boat.

Now their chest were pressed firmly together, skin on blazing hot skin. Magnus began to move his lips over to Alec's burning hot cheek, while threading his fingers throughout Alec's lush hair, peppering kisses all the way down his jaw, down his neck...To where he stopped at the spot where his ivory neck met the top of his shoulder. He nipped at the sensitive skin a bit too harshly, sucking slightly and sliding his tongue back and forth; the skin purpled in those spots moments later. Alec ran his hands up and down Magnus' back; memorizing every subtle ridge and spot—while the sweetest sounds continued to escape his lips. Involuntarily, Magnus grounded himself down onto Alec, absolutely loving the contact and the friction of their lower bodies rubbing together; and with the added sensation of their bare skin touching, Magnus started to become lightheaded.

"Magnus," Alec moaned, digging his fingers into the flesh of Magnus back. Magnus only continued to pull harder on Alec's hair, and suck more feverishly on his collarbone. "Magnus," he said a bit more forcefully, attempting to relay some type of message to him, but Magnus was having none of that—and paid no attention to anything else but what he was doing. He felt Alec's hands leave his back, and come around to rest on his chest, pushing lightly "Magnus stop." His tone was a pleading one, and that got Magnus attention.

"What?" Magnus gazed up into Alec's eyes, which were flickering with a substantial amount of desire and lust.

"Listen. Do you hear that?" Alec tilted his head toward one of the open port key windows of the boat.

And sure enough after a few moments of Magnus regaining some form of consciousness, he heard the low murmuring of voices not too far away from the boat. What made matters a bit more... Interesting at the present moment and circumstance, was that Magnus clearly recognized that voice, matching it faintly with the one of old man Penhallow.

"Shit," Magnus hissed, and hastily got off of Alec's legs, stretching across the small space to obtain his sweater. Alec did the same in a rush of movements, and they both collected their shoes from a corner in the room, slipping into them haphazardly. "Lovely, we're going to have to sneak around the back." Magnus held out his hand, and pulled Alec with him to the small stark white back door which led out into the now in between dark and light blue sky evening—cold air whipped relentlessly around them. Magnus could see old man Penhallow coming up the boat docks, leaving a friend behind at a neighbooring boat, his birch wood cane trailing across the grooves and separations of the dock. Old man Penhallow—despite his age—spotted Magnus and Alec peaking out from behind the back of a thin stationing wall beside the boat; squinting his spectacle rimmed eyes in their direction.

"Oh, hullo there Mr. Bane." Old man Penhallow bellowed in his deep baritone voice.

"Hello, Mr. Penhallow. Beautiful night isn't it?"

"Of course...Of course. Who's this one with you? You weren't in my boat 'ouse were you's?" He stuck his cane out, and gestured towards Alec—who was as red as a fire truck, and biting his lower lip like crazy, that it seemed as if he were almost about to break through the fragile skin.

"Uhh," Magnus raised his eyebrow questioningly at Alec, trying to catch his eye, but Alec was being relentless in the matter. "This is Alexander Lightwood. His family just moved to Alicante at the beginning of summer. And no, we were just... Wandering around the boat docks, enjoying the view." Magnus swept his hand up in the air, gesturing with a flick of his wrist around them.

"Okay... Okay. Nice to meet you. I best be getting to my boat. Long day... Long day. Do say hi to Gerald for me, will you Magnus?" Old man Penhallow smiled a toothy grin, and Magnus nodded. He retreated into the boat, and shut the door with a loud bang behind him. After a few seconds, Magnus turned to Alec and caught the flash of relief that flooded over him.

"What's wrong?" Magnus cocked his head to the side.

"I—What if... What if he caught us?" Alec shouted, placed his face in his hands, and shook his head.

"Just be glad we didn't get caught... This time. Relax Alexander," Alec breathed out a large sigh.

"Mmm, I—I know. Just give me a moment to control the blush." His voice was muffled by the palms of his hands.

"Why?" Magnus tugged on Alec's wrists. "I like the blush," Magnus laughed briefly and kissed Alec sweetly on the cheek.

"Whatever," Alec rolled his eyes and muttered, while having a hard time suppressing the smile that scuttled its way across his face. Magnus lifted his hand to Alec's forehead then and ran the pad of his thumb over the strip of skin above Alec's eyebrow slowly; a comforting gesture for the both of them really.

"I should get you home, lovely."

"That sounds like a good idea," Alec agreed. They turned towards the direction of the grey slate covered parking lot, where Magnus' car was parked near the boat docks. Halfway down the walk to the car, Magnus grabbed a hold of Alec's hand, and intertwined their fingers—tawny and ivory skin mixing together. Alec looked down at their hands a bit hesitantly, but then when he raised his eyes to meet Magnus' gaze he eased up and let out a wave of air that he seemed to have been holding in. His grip became more reassuring and tighter as they neared the car, and Magnus smiled to himself.

Oh yes, this could work. This was going to work.

A/N: This chapter makes me happy (: and I hope it makes you guys happy too! Don't you just love confident Alec? He has his moments! But yes, he still stutters on his words, and is a completely bashful person... But when it comes to something that he wants... Well, I guess you can see what happens. They're both just so encased by one another, that yes this may be what the second time that they make-out, and shirts are coming off? They can't control themselves quite readily, and I hope you guys have recognized that. Also, just because Alec was willing to hold Magnus' hand for a moment there, doesn't mean he is willing to do it in public really... Another thing about Lemons, don't fret they will come into play soon! But not too soon okay? You guys want this to be long right? Also, the next couple of chapters are going to get extremely hard for Magnus... If you kept some type of indication in the back of your mind as to the timing of things, the Bane Banquet should've have been at the end of this week, and as Gerald had said, he uses it to commemorate Palmer's death as well as for business purposes. (But this year the banquet was pushed back two months—you'll find out why later). So it will get a bit depressing as a heads up! The next update will again take me a couple of days!

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