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Chapter 5

Despite Will and Magnus's close proximity to one another and the heat between them, Magnus's bedroom was cold. With an annoyed expression, Magnus pulled his face away from Will's, pointed at the fireplace, and snapped his fingers. Several logs burst into flames and Will smiled. He put a hand on Magnus's waist and kissed him.

The drapes were open in the room, casting a ray of sunlight onto the bed. Will walked over, dropped his towel to the floor, and sat on the bed. Magnus followed quickly, crawling across the large bed to Will. Magnus pushed Will onto his back, pulled his knees apart, lay between them, and buried his head between Will's thighs. He took Will's cock and teased his tongue over the tip of it, gently, barely opening his mouth.

Will groaned and drug his body up further on the bed, so that he was resting against several fluffy pillows. He spread his shivering knees further apart. Will gripped the soft blanket covering the bed with his fists and inhaled a few hiccupping times.

"Too much?" Magnus asked. Will shook his head and swallowed. His neck felt warm and he rested his right hand against the side of it. His pulse throbbed beneath his fingers and the first shock of sweat forced its way out of the skin over his ribs. Magnus moved a hand down Will's stomach, to the base of his erection, and took most of Will's cock into his mouth. He began to suck with the same caring expression he had worn since first pressing Will against the bedroom door.

"No," Will moaned. "No, Magnus… I want you." Magnus gave Will an imploring look, never moving his lips from Will's shaft. "I want you, Magnus. I want… you." Magnus lifted his head.

"You mean like…" Magnus began. Will nodded. "But why?"

Will couldn't explain it. Always, before, Will had been on the giving end of things with anyone he had ever been with, but could also recall the two times he allowed someone else to give. Will wanted to feel unhinged, and if Magnus was willing to give so much of himself to Will, Will wanted to feel all of him.

"Please," Will said. "I just want it that way."

"Okay," Magnus said. He lay beside Will on the bed, and kissed him on the lips. "Okay."

Magnus rubbed the first three fingers on his right hand together, and then dipped his hand low, carefully touching Will and depositing something warm and wet against Will's backside. The moment it touched Will's skin, it felt hot, but not unpleasantly so. It was the same sort of warmth Will had felt the night before, but it somehow felt so much more intimate now that Will was completely naked with Magnus.

Will moved his hips a bit, pressing himself against Magnus's hand, but Magnus shook his head. They resumed kissing as Magnus began to move his fingers slowly in and out of Will's body.

"I just want to go slow," Magnus said. "Slow, Will."

Will pulled his lips away from Magnus's face and remoistened them. His lips already felt sore and slightly numb. Will ran a hand through Magnus's thick, silky black hair and kissed him gently on his bottom lip as he looked into Magnus's eyes.

"Slow," Will said. He pushed his lips back against Magnus's mouth and kissed the opposite of slow. Magnus grumbled in protest but didn't slow down.

Magnus took his hand, which was now just slippery enough, and began to stroke Will's cock again; pulling thin skin over Will's already engorged muscles. Will looked down at Magnus's hand and felt his breath catch as he watched Magnus squeeze and slide his hand up and down Will's shaft. Magnus flicked his wrist as he settled into a rhythm, rubbing Will quickly in one second, slowly in the next, bringing Will close to orgasm without even intending to.

Will bit his lip, whimpering a bit, and returned to kissing Magnus. Magnus took the last two fingers on his hand and resumed teasing them against Will's backside even as he continued to slide his hand up and down. Will moved his left leg to the side, opening himself up more, and allowed Magnus access to every achingly sensitive nerve in his body.

"I wish there was a word that described how this felt to me," Magnus said. His voice sounded quiet but awestruck. "It feels…"

Will closed his eyes, rested his forehead against Magnus's shoulder, and thought of a hundred words that described what being with Magnus felt like. It was arousing. Amazing. Dangerous. Frightening. Perfect.

"I…" Will mumbled, "I like this, Magnus." Magnus smiled and kissed Will gently on the cheek.

"I like it to," Magnus said. He could have said so much more, but he had wanted to go slow, and so he did, even with his words.

Will lost track of time. He could have laid there for hours, enjoying Magnus's every touch and kiss, but soon, the pressure began to build in his stomach. He found himself kissing Magnus harder than intended, but it did the trick. Soon, Magnus was just as aroused as he had been before. Will didn't have to say anything and neither did Magnus. When Magnus stopped kissing and reached into the bedside table for a condom, Will lay on his back and took a few breathes to slow his heart down. Magnus kissed Will on the cheek once more, then carefully tore open the wrapper and applied the condom to himself.

"Do you want to try something?" Magnus asked.

"What?"

"Straddle me," Magnus said. Will sat up and tossed a leg over Magnus's waist, resting his knees on either side of the warlock's hips. "You control this, okay?" Somehow Will remembered this position once before, but he had been lying on his back and someone else was on top of him. "Don't go…" Magnus angled his cock up and Will moved his hips the slightest bit. There was uncomfortable pressure, so Will took a deep breath and let the swollen head of Magnus's cock slip into his body.

Magnus let out a string of foreign words and grabbed Will by the hips. He sunk his nails in and struggled to remain still, lest he move wrong and hurt Will.

"Never mind, never mind," Magnus gasped.

Will was beyond the thought of minding. He grimaced but pressed down harder onto the warlock's unyielding erection. There was something powerful and arousing about being the one who controlled the pain of the initial penetration. Will rested his palms on the backs of Magnus's hands, and took a few easy breaths. Magnus's eyes opened and closed slowly. His hands had begun to sweat and the rest of his body burst into a light coating of sweet smelling perspiration.

Magnus's entire body felt like fire between Will's knees. He was still pressing against Will's entrance, partially in. Will inhaled and exhaled again, then moved his hips back and forth, slowly, until every thick inch of Magnus was all of the way inside of him.

"We shouldn't be doing this," Magnus said. He placed a hand on Will chest and Will reached up to run his fingers over it.

"It's okay," Will said. He closed his eyes and smiled. "I like it, Magnus. It's perfect."

Will brought Magnus's hand to his mouth and kissed every finger on it. He moved his hips back and forth and felt Magnus's cock brush against the deepest part of himself. The first shock of pain and pleasure shot through Will's body, and he arched his back as it raced up his spine. Another jolt followed quickly, and ignited so many nerves in Will's chest; he threw his head back with a strangled moan. Will bucked his hips against Magnus's slick, sweaty body and thought about the word "surrender" as he feverishly gave himself over to everything Magnus was offering.

Magnus moaned Will's name over and over again. He never attempted to quiet his ecstatic cries but instead let each of come from his throat at full volume. His hands shook as he took Will by the hips and pulled his body against his. Magnus wrapped one hand tightly around Will's cock and resumed his rhythmic stroking.

Will closed his eyes, pressed harder against Magnus pelvis, and felt the warlock all the way inside of him. The first initials throbs of his orgasm started in his lower stomach as Magnus moved his thumb over the head of Will's cock, flicking it quickly over the sensitive, moist slit. Magnus could have said something; Will wasn't sure. His eyes flickered closed and he felt like he was close to losing something.

"Magnus," Will mumbled. "This feels…"

"I'm going to come," Magnus said. There was little doubt in his voice. "Will." Magnus squeezed his eyes shut, trying to hold back. "Oh, Will…" Magnus arched his back, but Will pulled away quickly and caused Magnus to moan in short lived disappointment. Will lay beside Magnus on the bed. Magnus looked over at Will with a shocked look on his face.

The drapes were wide open, and anyone could have looked in and saw them together this way, but that suddenly didn't matter.

"I don't know how…" Magnus mumbled.

"How?" Will asked.

"How it can be so good with you," Magnus said. He ran a hand down Will's chest, all the way to the center of his hips, and teased the bit of hair Will had on his lower stomach. "I just want to touch you any way I can. I just want you anyway I can get you!" Will smiled, and Magnus laughed. He kissed Will on the lips and let his lips linger there, longer than expected. Will put his hand on Magnus's cheek and sighed. For a moment, they wanted to only hear the other's soft breathes.

Magnus rolled onto his side and pushed Will down onto his back. He again moved between Will's legs, touching him gently and running his hands down the inside of Will's thighs. Will braced his feet against the bed and Magnus re-entered him in one smooth motion, then pinned his right leg down, thrusting deeply and stroking the same spot he had before. With his left hand, Magnus took Will's cock and began to caress it with long, luxurious strokes. Will found it comfortable to move one leg more to the side, so that Magnus could settle against his body and resuming kissing him.

"I love you," Magnus said. Will shook his head but Magnus didn't push for a response. He reached down and angled Will's hips up more and thrust deeper, rolling his hips against Will's body. Magnus groaned against Will's lips but kept thrusting. Will tried to say something and found his words coming out as a smashed up mess. Magnus smiled, and Will smiled back.

"Make love to me," Will managed.

"I am," Magnus replied.

Will moaned as he felt himself nearing an inevitable climax. There was still the pain, yes, but there was also the deeper pleasure within his body Will had somehow forgotten all about. It had been so long since he had felt this way.

"Oh, Will," Magnus groaned. "You have no idea…"

Will kissed Magnus again, then reached down and took Magnus by the hips. He pulled Magnus against him, more and more, and found his thoughts flickering the way they had last night, back and forth, this time between what was happening in this bed, and what had happened beneath the apple tree.

Will could see Jem's face looking half drunk with pleasure, his lips red and raw. He could see Magnus now, his face lightly covered with a light sheen of sweat, his eyes closed and his throat making a strained gasp.

"Magnus," Will mumbled. He closed his eyes and saw Jem's evil little smirk, the one he always got whenever he and Will were about to do something both bad and good. "Mags…" Will sunk his nails into Magnus's sides and tore at them, drawing blood, but Magnus didn't notice.

"I need to come," Magnus said. "Will-" Will saw Jem knelt before him, his silver hair bouncing between his thighs, beneath the apple tree. "Will!"

Will felt his body suddenly burst into heat as the first, unexpected spurt of his orgasm fell onto his stomach. He really and truly thought he might be dying as it happened again.

Magnus took in a massive breath of air. He thrust in deep, once more, and then pulled out. Magnus fell apart before him, coming so hard, his entire body shuddered.

"I love you so much," Magnus said. "Will, I love you." He reached down to rest a hand on Will's stomach but Will slapped his hand away. Will rolled onto his side, covered his eyes with his hand, and cried until he couldn't anymore.

Magnus never asked for an explanation and Will never offered one. As usual, Magnus just understood. He held Will tight and rested his chest against Will's back, and some time later, Will stopped crying and fell into a deep sleep. He woke up only to feel Magnus pull a blanket over them and then nestle back against Will, rubbing his stomach with his finger tips. Will so long, Will had ached to have someone share his bed. He wondered why he hadn't come to bed with Magnus sooner.

They passed the afternoon in this manner, keeping their bodies close together as they slept. Sometimes, Will would wake up to find that Magnus was facing him, his arms wrapped around Will's body and his face pressed to the center of Will's chest. Other times, Will woke up to discover that he was curled around Magnus's back, his own face resting against Magnus's shoulder blades, one hand over Magnus's heart and the other resting on Magnus's hip. At one point Will woke up to find a cookie tin pressed against his arm, and they ate butter cookies in bed before they wrapped back up in blankets and went back to sleep.

When Will opened his eyes again hours later, his head was spinning with hunger. There was still a fire in the fire place but it had burned down to orange embers. The drapes were closed, the room was dark, and a gas lamp, which provided a small amount of light, was lit on the bedside table.

Will climbed out of bed and found his shirt tossed over a chair. He put it on, and then found his boxer shorts, pants, and boots. He dressed slowly, waiting for Magnus to come in, but Magnus never did. Will's boots sat on the hearth beside the fireplace, so he walked over, got them, and put them on, enjoying the feeling of warmth on his feet for a moment.

There were voices coming from the parlor across the hallway from Magnus's bedroom. A man and a woman were talking. Will was able to distinguish Magnus's voice but was unable to fine tune his hearing to identify the woman, whose voice sounded familiar, Will went to the door of Magnus's room, opened it, and crept out.

The hallway was freezing cold and completely dark. It had to have been close to dinner time, since it was no light coming from the window at the end of the hall. Will's stomach grumbled and he put a hand over it, and then went to the parlor door, which was open a crack.

There was a roaring fire lit in the fireplace, but the room was otherwise completely dark.

Magnus was standing in front of the fireplace, dressed in pants, a white shirt, and a dark red waist coat. He was tossing little sticks into the fire and causing the flames to snap and turn various colors. Will was about to push the door open when Magnus spoke.

"Six months, Camille. You were gone six months…" Magnus said.

Will looked over to the couch and saw a woman sitting there. She turned her head the slightest bit, as if she had heard something. Will stilled his breathing as Magnus walked over to the couch and sat down.

Camille Belcourt was dressed in a black velvet gown. Her hair, which was more silver than blonde, hung in curls around her face. Her cheek bones were high and she wore red lipstick the color of blood. She was beautiful; even Will could admit that, and more than that, she was timeless. She had lived a thousand years but didn't carry the weight of those years on her shoulders, the way Magnus did. Perhaps it was because she never really had lived all those years; she had merely existed.

Magnus had dark circles under his eyes and his expression was somber. "You told me you were never coming back," Magnus said. Will flinched at the pained tone of Magnus's voice. He wanted to walk into the room and comfort Magnus, but at the same time, he wanted to see what would happen next.

"But I'm back now," Camille said. "I'm back to ask you to come away with me. We can go wherever you want, darling. I just want to be with you."

"You want to be with me now. What's going to happen when you change your mind? When Archer and Walker prove to be better lovers than I? When they can give you what you crave and I still cannot? What then, Camille?" Magnus asked. "I can't live my life waiting for you to make good on your promises to me. I was with you for sixty years and I shared you for sixty years."

"But you had me for sixty years, and you can have me for sixty more," Camille said. "I know all about you and the little Nephilim. I can smell him all over this house. He's very near now, isn't he? His scent is strong. You must have spent all afternoon in bed with him."

"I didn't-" Magnus began.

"Don't deny to me your carnal desires," Camille said. "Is it the silver haired boy?" Magnus scowled. "No, of course not. When you have a desire to be with a man, you go looking for a man, not a fragile boy. I know your type."

"You know nothing of what happened in the last six months. You were gone, Camille," Magnus said. "Gone for my life. You said you were never coming back."

"It's the one who went to De Quincey's party with the shape changing girl," Camille realized. "The Welsh boy with the dark hair and ocean colored eyes. That's the one."

"It's none of your business," Magnus said. His eyes flitted to the door and Will stepped back, blending into the shadows.

"He's what, just about to turn eighteen? And then he'll be nineteen, Magnus, and twenty and twenty one and in sixty years, he'll be seventy eight. That's to say he makes it to old age, which, considering the rumors about Will Herondale, is doubtful. I thought you knew better than to love someone who will eventually die. He might be a Shadowhunter, but his life could be just as temporary as your beloved wife Tabby's was."

Magnus had a hand on her thigh but he pulled it away. Part of him looked hurt, but part of him… Will couldn't identify what Magnus was feeling, and he didn't have to, because suddenly, Camille had Magnus by the back of the head as she pressed her lips to his. Magnus pulled away in one second, and then fell forward in another.

Magnus had done the same thing to Will before. It was as though he didn't want to kiss someone, but always gave into his own infernal desires in the end. Magnus had kissed Will that way earlier, and Will knew where they had ended up. He swore he could still feel Magnus inside of him, but none of that mattered now.

Magnus's right hand touched Camille's cheek as she ran her fingers down the side of his neck, right over his jugular vein. Will would have intervened, because it looked like Camille was preparing to bite Magnus, but he found for a moment that he could not breathe.

So this was how Magnus had felt when he walked beneath the apple tree to find Will and Jem lying together naked. Will's heart began to pound and his body broke out into a cold sweat. He stepped backwards from the door, one step followed by another, until he bumped into the wall opposite the parlor door. Will's shoulder hit the edge of a painting, knocking it off the wall and causing it to clatter to the floor. Will stared at the painting and heard his lungs gasping for air. He heard Magnus call his name, sounding panicked, but Will didn't- or couldn't- answer. Will ran down the hallway, skidded to a stop at the door, pulled it open, staggered out into frigid London night, chose a direction, and began running.

"I deserve this," Will thought. "This is something I deserve."

Author's Note: Thanks for reading! Please review. So Camille, huh? Thoughts? Here is a teaser:

For the first time ever, Tessa could see every bit of his skin that had once been covered by a shirt soaked with holy water.