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Chapter 12

Will and Magnus spent the remainder of the day lounging in various rooms of the house. They had more soup for dinner, and then went upstairs to the room where Will would be staying. Magnus lit a fire in the fireplace and sat in a chair as Will rearranged the bookshelves and took careful stock of all of the books. Every time he wondered if Magnus had provided a certain book, he found it shortly thereafter. Magnus watched as Will explored the bookshelves and became more relaxed than he had been in months.

"Can I have those three over there?" Will asked, gesturing to three books on a table. Magnus went over and picked them up. He handed them to Will and their fingers brushed in the transfer. Will dropped one of the books onto the floor and bent down to pick it up. He felt his cheeks turn red despite not having a reason for his embarrassment. If Magnus had noticed, he didn't say anything.

"Are you doing it alphabetically?" Magnus asked.

"Alphabetically by author, then, by publication date," Will said. "For example. The Bronte sisters come before Lewis Carroll, who comes before Dickens. As for Charles Dickens, Little Dorrit was published in 1855, followed by A Tale of Two Cities, and…where's Great Expectations?"

"Tessa said you already have that book," Magnus said.

"Right. First edition," Will said. "I didn't expect you to know that."

"I asked her," Magnus said with a shrug. "I didn't picture you as fanatical about organization." He stepped closer to Will and ran his fingers over the spines of the books on the shelves. Will could smell the faint scent of rose petal soap on warm skin. He inhaled the scent and imagined pressing his face to Magnus's chest and breathing in more of him.

"What do you think of Charles?" Will asked.

"Dickens?"

"No. The name. Charles," Will said. "Or Charlie. Sophie and I were thinking James Charles. What do you think?"

"I like it," Magnus said. "It's… perfect." Will nodded quickly and turned back to the books.

"Do I really have a scar on my back?" Will asked. He knew his body was covered with scars of all sizes but no longer knew the stories behind many of the smaller ones. If he had seen the scar Magnus had mentioned, he doubted he had given it much thought.

"Yes. I saw it… before," Magnus said. "The first time we were together."

"Show me, please," Will said. He walked into the bathroom and Magnus followed. There was a candle lit on the bathroom sink that smelled of sage to sweeten the otherwise stale air. "Shall I remove my shirt?"

"You don't have to," Magnus said. Will put his back to the mirror over the bathroom sink and Magnus stepped in front of him. He pulled Will's shirt free from the back of his pants, then moved his hands beneath Will's shirt, touching Will's sides carefully. It was the same as all of the first times Magnus had touched Will before. Magnus didn't hold Will, and Will could have gotten away if he wanted to. As always, it was an unspoken choice for Will. He could pull away, and reject Magnus's close proximity, or he could allow it. "Your pants are covering it."

Will laughed nervously but reached down and unbuttoned his pants. Magnus rested his left hand on the back of Will's pants and pulled them down a little more. His right hand rested on Will's skin, then framed an area just to the right of his tail bone and the rune that was etched there.

"Here," Magnus said. Will craned his neck and frowned. There was a scar there, not on the surface of his skin where he might have felt it during a bath, but instead imprinted into his skin beneath the surface.

"Did my father have one?" Will asked.

"I never saw his, if that's what you're asking. I only heard rumor," Magnus said. "You and I were together for the first time and I saw it then. I didn't think it necessary it discuss it. I thought you already knew about."

"No," Will said, "I didn't."

Magnus dropped the back of Will's shirt down but kept his hands on Will's lower back. There was space between them and Magnus could have pulled Will close or pushed him away, but did neither. Their chests were close together and warmth radiated between them. Magnus breathed softly and looked into Will's eyes, waiting for him to make the next move. Will was painfully aware that his pants were unbuttoned. He felt the familiar tightening in his lower stomach and was certain that he had picked a perfect time to get hard over nothing but a silly touch. He hoped Magnus was gone before his desire became apparent. At the same time, Will wished that Magnus would pick this moment to not hold back.

"I'm going to bed now," Magnus said. He slid his hands around Will's stomach, to the front, and kissed him on the cheek. "Will you be requiring your bed to be turned down? How about a cup of warm milk?" Magnus severed all contact then by pulling his hands away and stepping back. Will ached to reach for him but told himself it wasn't the right time. He couldn't just be with Magnus, and throw himself back into bed with Magnus. Not after all that had happened.

"Just an extra log on the fire, please." Will said. He forced himself to walk out of the bathroom and shed his shirt as he went. Magnus had provided a pair of flannel pajamas for Will to wear. They were laid out on the bed so Will dressed in them, his back to Magnus as Magnus tended to the fire. Magnus turned down the covers on the bed and Will climbed in, noting that the bed was far larger than any bed he had encountered before. A bed like this was meant to be shared, not slept in alone on a cold February night.

"Just give me a shout if you need anything," Magnus said. "Perhaps tomorrow I'll go through the attic and see if I can dig up any old pictures of you and Jem's fathers." Will nodded and faced the windows, putting his back to Magnus. "You can pick whatever you want to have for breakfast tomorrow. Anything."

"Strawberry waffles, please," Will said. "Good night, Magnus."

"Good night, Will," Magnus said. Will pulled the covers up to his chin as Magnus walked from the room.

An hour later, Will was still awake. He stared into the deep, unfamiliar shadows of the room and thought about how Magnus was one floor below him, already asleep in his own bed. Will's chest began to ache as he realized that he was truly alone, without even a cat to keep him warm. Magnus had said he would be there for Will but he wasn't in Will's bed and Will wanted someone to spend the night with.

That was a foolish desire. If Magnus had truly wanted to be in Will's bed, he would have come up by now, or, perhaps he would have never left. Will was certain he misjudged Magnus. Whatever Magnus had desired from Will, it must not have been sexual. Magnus wasn't holding back. If he had wanted to have sex, he would have told Will… but then again, Magnus hadn't always made his desires completely known out of fear for frightening Will.

Will sat up in bed and dangled his feet over the edge. He climbed from the bed, put on his dressing gown and slippers, and left the room.

The stairs barely made a sound as Will crept down to the ground floor. He went first to the kitchen for a glass of water, and then continued to the parlor, planning to sit inside for a little while. Magnus's bedroom door was closed and Will believed that he was already tucked in his bed, fast asleep. Will pushed open the parlor door, walked inside, and stopped short.

Magnus was sitting on the sofa, framed in the light of a dying fire, his eyes closed. There was a book tossed carelessly onto a tea table and Magnus was holding a half gone glass of brown liquid in one hand. He sighed breathlessly as his other hand hastily unbuttoned his night shirt.

"Will," Magnus mumbled.

"Magnus?" Will asked. Magnus's eyes flew open and he looked up at Will, shocked, as his hand remained on his shirt. "I couldn't sleep."

"Sit with me," Magnus said quickly.

Will sat beside Magnus on the sofa and took the glass from Magnus. He had one sip of the liquid, felt it burn down his throat, and set the glass on the tea table. Magnus turned his head to Will and licked his lips, looking Will up and down. Will reached over, parted Magnus's shirt down the middle, and pressed his lips to the center of Magnus's chest, inhaling the heady scent of rose petals. Magnus threaded his hand into Will's hair and tangled it within the strands. Will kissed his way up Magnus's chest to his mouth and gently nipped at Magnus's lower lip.

Magnus moved his arm around Will's body and pushed him over so that Will had no choice but to toss his leg over Magnus and settle down onto the sofa, straddling him. Magnus gazed at Will with glassy, blood shot eyes, then closed his eyes and kissed Will on the lips again. His right hand landed on Will's lower back and forced their bodies together. Will rolled his hips into Magnus's body and felt Magnus's cock, already partially hard beneath his pants.

"I want you," Magnus whimpered.

"I want you to," Will said. He pulled his shirt off, tossed it onto the floor, and followed it with Magnus's shirt. They kissed roughly, but Will didn't feel left behind. He finally felt like he and Magnus were traveling at the same speed. The arousal was slow to build because Will wasn't focused on becoming aroused. He instead thought about the way Magnus was touching him: not to roughly and not gently either. He wasn't holding back but he wasn't pushing too hard either.

When Will felt he was ready, he stood up, grabbed Magnus's arm, and hauled him to his feet. Magnus stepped sideways and grabbed Will by the shoulders to steady himself. He moved his hands to Will's lower back again and kissed Will's lips once again. Will untied the drawstring of Magnus's pants and they fell down, completely exposing him. Magnus laughed, reached over, and did the same for Will.

"How long have you wanted me?" Will asked. Magnus laughed carelessly and rolled his eyes. He ran two fingers up Will's spine to the base of Will's neck. He brushed his fingers against Will's hair line, tugged on his hair, and kissed the place on his neck where Will's pulse pounded. A shiver ran up Will's spine and he pushed his tongue into Magnus's mouth. Magnus's breath smelled like alcohol and his spit tasted like sweet brandy.

"You know how long I have wanted you," Magnus mumbled. "I've wanted you for a very long fucking time. But it wasn't right… it wasn't the proper time for us. It never was." Magnus's fingers kneaded into Will's lower back. He opened his eyes, smiled blissfully, and staggered backwards. Will laughed aloud and grabbed Magnus by the waist to keep him from falling into the fire.

"You're drunk!" Will exclaimed.

"I can explain," Magnus said. He giggled, and wrapped his arms around Will's back as they gently kissed. "I had a glass of brandy and I thought about you being all alone in your bed upstairs." He kissed Will on the cheek. "Then I had another glass and I thought about how I could come spend the night with you and leave before you woke up. I would still get to share your bed and you wouldn't know," Magnus placed several moist kisses against Will's jaw line. "Then I had another glass and thought about what it might be like to climb into your bed and just do… this." Magnus bit down on Will's neck and sucked hard.

Will gasped and felt a warm blush race down his neck and settle in his chest. There was the feeling of skin tearing as it was pulled tight. Just as Will wanted to push Magnus away, Magnus released the suction on Will's neck and left the skin throbbing.

"Just like that," Magnus gasped. He bent his head down and flicked his tongue over one of Will's nipples. He sucked and teased the tip of his wet tongue over Will's nipple, then ran his fingers up and down Will's chest. When Magnus finally released Will's now sensitive nipple, it was red and slightly sore.

Magnus ran his lips across Will's chest and gave equal attention to the other nipple as he moved his hand down Will's chest to lowest part of Will's stomach. His fingers probed lower and wrapped around the base of Will's cock as he lifted his head and kissed Will's mouth again.

Will ran his hands down Magnus's back and ground his fingertips against Magnus's rib bones. Magnus pushed his hips against Will's and began to stroke his cock as Will pushed himself into the tight grip Magnus had made.

"Now I'm going to taste you," Magnus said. He knelt on the floor in front of the fireplace and looked up at Will, licking his lips as he looked Will over. "You're beautiful, you know that?"

"You're drunk."

"I love you."

Will looked down, shocked, as Magnus opened his mouth, closed his eyes, gripped Will's erection, and pushed it into his mouth.

"No," Will mumbled. Magnus looked up. "You've done more than enough. It's my turn to give you something."

"Then fuck me," Magnus said. "If you want to give me something, you'll fuck me. You know you want to."

Will tried to come up with something logical or witty and came up with nothing. Magnus smiled, turned his back on Will, and crossed the room. Will followed him over to a bookcase with a shelf just high enough to brace against.

There was no time for questions or words to be exchanged. Magnus pressed his body back against Will's as he ran his first two fingers over Will's cock, carefully covering him with a hot lubricant. Magnus spread his knees apart and rested a hand on the bookshelf. He took a breath in, and let it out. Will took the moment to slip himself all of the way inside.

"Oh my God," Magnus said. Will was shocked to hear those words come from Magnus's mouth but was more shocked to see the warlock bent over in front of him, taking all Will was able to offer. Magnus moaned and his body shuddered, not in pain, but in something else. He moved back against Will, inviting Will to push deeper. Will withdrew and thrust in again, then wrapped an arm around Magnus's stomach.

"You were ready for me," Will said.

"You have no idea," Magnus replied. "I've wanted you since the last time I had you. You're all I've ever wanted."

"I can't-"Will couldn't say words like that in the heat of moments like this.

"I know," Magnus reached back, grabbed Will's left hand, and pressed it to his hip. "Fuck me, Will."

Will pushed in harder and pulled out, thrusting hard. Magnus groaned and ground his body against Will's. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the bookshelf. Will dropped his right hand to Magnus's hip and began to guide his body forward and back. Heat and friction build along the length of Will's cock. He thought about how long it had been since he had done this with another man and realized in that moment that he couldn't remember.

"Fuck me, Will!" Magnus's voice was one part raw and pained one part strong and demanding. His eyes closed tightly as his right hand began to stroke himself rapidly.

Will thrust harder into Magnus and felt his hips hit Magnus's squarely in the backside, where were sure to leave bruises. Will sucked on the skin across Magnus's upper back, leaving his own line of bite marks and nearly broken skin. Magnus began to sweat and his body became slick in Will's arms. Will felt himself getting closer to the inevitable place and then something pushed him over the edge. His body drenched itself in sweat as Will thrust in once more and came hard enough to lose his breath.

"I'm so sorry," Will gasped. His head spun as he pulled out slowly. Magnus straightened up, took Will by the hand, and pulled him back across the room to the sofa. They fell together onto the cushions, Will on the bottom and Magnus on top of him, straddling him. Magnus began to kiss Will again, so hard and passionately, Will tasted brandy on his own saliva. Magnus reached down and pressed Will's hand to his cock. As Will stroked it, Magnus kept a hand on Will's wrist, gently guiding him.

"I love you, Will," Magnus whispered. "I love you and you don't even know how much I love you."

Will kissed Magnus until he tasted blood. Magnus's cock was solid in Will's hands. He was ran his hands over Will's body and thrust his cock into Will's hand. Will felt tightness in his hand, followed by a quick release as Magnus came between them.

Magnus mumbled a curse word and waved his hand over Will's stomach, banishing all of the fluid. Will missed it. He missed the decisive feeling in knowing that he had pushed Magnus hard enough to make his own self unforgettable.

"Come to bed with me," Magnus said. He offered his hand and Will took it. They went to Magnus's room and climbed into bed. Magnus put his arms around Will and held him close. "I love you."

"I love you to," Will said, but by then, Magnus was already snoring against Will's back.

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