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Chapter Nine: Awkward

POV: Alec

Alec awoke with a feeling of joyful giddiness, recalling the night before with a sigh of utter contentment. He felt the warm presence of Magnus pressed against his back, spooning him, and he turned over to look at his face.

Magnus' face was the picture of calm. His eyes closed delicately, his mouth slightly parted, and Alec thought he'd never seen anything more beautiful. Unable to resist, he lifted his hand to stroke Magnus' cheek; the contrast between the milky pale of his hand against the caramel tan of Magnus' face was striking.

At Alec's soft touch, Magnus stirred, his eyes fluttering open to rest on Alec's face. He gave Alec a satisfied smile, and ran his hand through Alec's scruffed-from-sleep hair.

"Morning sweetheart," he said with a yawn, leaning over to give Alec a quick peck on the lips, before sitting up slowly, stretching his arms up. His movement caused the blanket to fall, revealing Magnus in all his naked glory. Alec stared longingly at Magnus, before he realised what he was doing and flushed, looking away.

Magnus sent him a sly smirk before raising a delicate eyebrow at Alec.

"See something you like dear?" Magnus teased, and Alec's blush deepened before he replied as confidently as he could.

"I think we've already established that I like your nude body, Magnus."

Magnus raised both eyebrows before leaning down to snag the end of the blanket, yanking it off the bed. With a snap it disappeared, leaving Alec also fully on show. Magnus licked his lips, giving Alec a thoroughly intense once over- his gaze lingering in a few choice locations. Alec went beet red, all the way to the tips of his ears and the top of his chest.

Not satisfied with simply ogling Alec, Magnus climbed over the top of Alec, his head in line with Alec's hips, his eyes seductive. Alec gulped at the predatory look Magnus was giving him.

Crawling devilishly up Alec's body, Magnus licked his lips, slow and alluring, locking his lust-filled eyes with Alec's. Agonisingly slowly, Magnus leaned down to place a rough, passionate kiss on Alec's lips, darting his tongue out to explore Alec's mouth.

Just as Alec felt his blood start to rush south, he heard the sound of his name being called fron outside his door.

"Alec? Mother says breakfasts ready." It was Isabelle. Interrupting. Again.

Mentally, Alec cursed his sister, however, with a reluctant sigh, he climbed out from underneath Magnus. Pulling on his jeans and a ratty sweater, Alec trudged moodily over to the door, he opened it.

Isabelle was stood there, her hand poised as if she were about to knock again before Alec had opened the door.

"We'll be down in a minute," A thought struck Alec, "...Wait, I take it Mother doesn't know Magnus is here?"

Isabelle gave him an odd look- a mixture of amusement and incredulity -and pressed her mouth into a thin line, as if she were holding back a laugh, and replied with a raised brow, "Oh, she knows Magnus is here.." When a barely concealed giggle slipped out, Isabelle quickly turned around and headed back downstairs.

Alec stared after her, confused. Blinking a few times, he heard Magnus appear beside him, and turned to see the warlock fully clothed flirt sparkly as ever.

"Well that was kind of weird," Alec said to him, and Magnus gave him a half amused, half piteous look that got Alec worrying exactly what Magnus knew that he didn't.

Downstairs, everyone- as in Isabelle, Jace, and Clary -were already seated at the dining table, feasting on the delicious-looking breakfast that no doubt his Mother had made, by the time he and Magnus got there.

Clary was the first to notice their arrival, and she sent Alec a quick, nervous smile that got Alec worried again, before his Mother walked through the dining room door.

"Oh. Good morning, Alexander," she said briskly, her voice tense and almost displeased sounding. Alec frowned, replying with a 'good morning mother', before Magnus took his hand, leading him over to sit down at the table.

Jace sent Alec a conspiratorial grin and a raised eyebrow, and looked as though he were about to say something when Clary elbowed him in the ribs, sending him a pointed glare. Alec sent them a questioning look, to which Jace replied with a falsely innocent smile, and Clary avoiding his gaze.

...

The rest of the meal passed in much the same way; subtle glances, raised eyebrows, and awkward silences made up most of the conversations.

Alec was baffled. What was with everyone today? Why were they giving him and Magnus such strange looks? Well, most of the looks were aimed at him, however some of Isabelle's sly winks and Jace's 'subtle' smirks were sent to Magnus also.

And for once, it was in fact Jace's utter impatience that came to Alec's rescue. Or maybe, as Alec would soon find out, to his doom.

"To hell with this. Sorry, but I can't take it anymore, the tension is killing me," Jace ignored the glares he was receiving from Clary and Isabelle, and turned to look at Alec, "Look, Alec. Theres no way to put this nicely, and heck do I know none of these wieners are gonna say anything-"

"Jace. Just spit it out!" Alec was at his wits end; he was fed up with feeling out tid the loop, fed up with people hiding things from him.

Jace grinned dangerously, and leaned forwards against the table to say,

"We heard you and Magnus last night."

POV: Magnus

As soon as he'd heard the words slip from Isabelle's mouth, Magnus had realised his mistake. He'd forgotten to soundproof Alec's room last night.

In his defence, he had been pretty distracted by a certain gorgeous blue-eyed shadowhunters lips to be thinking about such trivial things. Well, trivial to him, but probably not so trivial to Alec.

From all the looks he and Alec- well, mostly Alec -had been receiving, Isabelle wasn't the only one to have heard exactly what went on the night before. And poor, sweet, innocent Alec was oblivious.

Until goldilocks had to open his big mouth and spill the beans; was he really that thick to not know how his own parabatai would react to such information- so much for closer than brothers. Idiotic blond.

At first, Alec's expression had remained eerily blank, however Magnus his shadowhunter well enough to know of the utter turmoil boiling inside the young nephilim's head. Instead of blushing as per usual, Alec had gone a ghostly pale, which was scary considering the boys natural skin tone was almost paper white anyway.

Muttering something unintelligible, Alec had then excused himself from the table, avoiding eye contact with everyone there- most noticeably his Mother, whom at this point was sat with lips pressed tight together and eyes unreadable.

With a sigh, and a hard glare in Jace's direction, Magnus heaved himself up from the table to follow Alec's retreating figure upstairs.

POV: Isabelle

"Jace you absolute bloody idiot! Alec's not going to be able to even make eye contact with us for weeks now! What the hell did you do that for?!" Isabelle demanded as soon as Magnus had disappeared upstairs. Maryse had excused herself almost immediately as well, for obvious reasons. No Mother wants to overhear her son having sex with their warlock boyfriend.

"Oh come on, Isabelle. It's not like its a big deal or anything, really!" Jace protested, as usual unwilling to admit fault.

Isabelle rolled her eyes at him. "Maybe not to us it isn't, but to Alec it is."

Honestly, this was Alec they were talking about. As in, self-conscious-and-or-worried-about-anything-and-everything Alec. For Angel's sake, he was Jace's brother, his parabatai, you'd think he'd have known him maybe a little bit better.

Knowing Alec, he was probably currently having a panic attack out of sheer embarrassment in his room. Thank goodness Magnus was with him.

Jace simply shrugged, saying something about how Alec would've found out eventually or something. Whatever, Isabelle was done listening to him, and she got up to leave the table, leaving Clary to deal with the idiot.

She hoped Alec wouldn't be too embarrassed to at least talk to her about it. Of course, avoiding their Mother, Isabelle could understand, but surely Alec knew that he could talk to Isabelle about anything? She sighed. Oh well, at least he had Magnus to talk to right now.

Shit ending. I know. Sorry... But I didn't know how to finish it, and I wanted the chapter posted before I go to sleep, so I hope it's okay.

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