Hey guys! I am so sorry that this update is so overdue! I know recently I've been absolutely crap at updating quickly, and I do feel like I'm letting you down, so thank you for sticking with this story and being so supportive.

Thanks for all the favourites and follows, and extra thanks to the people that reviewed, you make my day!

Sorry that this author's note is so long and that the chapter is rather on the short side. Lately I've been super super busy with statistics coursework and school and life—but now its SUMMER so hopefully there will be less time between updates.

Wow, I need to shut up now. Anyway, thanks for reading, hope you like the chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own TMI or any of the characters.

Ten shots later, Alec started to think that maybe, possibly, he was the teensiest bit drunk. His mind was a haze and the only thing still vivid in his mind was Magnus. Gorgeous, beautiful, Magnus—Magnus, who was at this moment laughing at something Alec wasn't entirely sure of. He was too focused on the way the lights danced across Magnus' tanned skin, and made his golden cat eyes sparkle. The way his laughter lit up his face like a lantern and made him so much more beautiful.

With that in mind, Alec grabbed Magnus' smooth hand, "Let's dance," he said—or maybe slurred was the correct word—and Magnus smirked down at him.

"Sure thing, sweetheart," and the golden warlock pulled the shadowhunter towards the dancefloor.

The mass of swaying bodies was overwhelming, and in his alcohol-induced daze Alec lost himself in the flashing lights and loud music. Magnus—being far more experienced in holding his liquor, yet still rather drunk—pulled Alec back towards him, so they were pressed tightly together.

A rush of adrenaline mixed with something Alec wasn't quite sure of pulsed through him, and suddenly he felt confidence igniting inside him like burning gasoline. He reached his arms up and twined them behind Magnus' neck, pushing their bodies ever closer. Magnus made a noise of pleasure and his hands grabbed Alec's hips firmly.

Alec let out an almost primal noise and before he even knew what was happening, he was rocking slowly, grinding his lower body against Magnus'.

Somewhere in the back of Alec's thoroughly intoxicated mind, he knew that he would never do this normally, he knew that they were surrounded by people—albeit also intoxicated people, but still. There was still that mature, responsible voice—that ninety nine percent of the time he listened to—that was telling him that maybe he shouldn't be doing this. But right now, with Magnus' breath hot against his cheek, and their bodies twined together in a way that felt amazing, he just told that voice to shut the fuck up.

He continued to grind his body against Magnus as his hands gripped the warlocks hair. Magnus gripped his hips harder and reciprocated his movements with vigour. Alec let out a moan as Magnus began raining hot kisses down his neck, along his throat. He could have sworn he heard someone dancing past say get a room, but at this moment, he didn't care.

Magnus hands dropped lower to grip his ass as he continued working his mouth on Alec's throat—the kisses becoming longer, with a lot less lips and a lot more tongue. Alec's head fell back and he sighed, low and needy. Magnus' mouth left his throat—Alec whined in objection—but only to reappear at his ear, the warlock's breath hot against his skin.

Magnus whispered, low and seductive, "Why don't we take this somewhere a little more..." He licked the shell of Alec's ear, and the shadowhunter shuddered, "Private."

Alec could only nod, his pupils blown wide with lust, his face dotted with perspiration.

But as they started towards the door, Alec knew he wouldn't be able to wait, wouldn't be able to help himself in the time it would take them to get home. And so he grabbed Magnus' face, pulling it towards him, and smacked their lips together in a mess of tongue and teeth. Magnus made a surprised yelp, but quickly eased into the kiss, murmuring between kisses.

"Alec–what–I thought we–oh," Alec yanked on Magnus' hair, and the warlock's head fell back as Alec planted hot kisses along his neck. Quickly, Alec pulled Magnus through a door that he vaguely noted read toilets. Magnus—always the responsible one—made sure to twist the lock on the door as it slammed shut behind them.

Alec's mind was a blur; a mess of lust and pleasure and the underlying thrill at what they were about to do, in public.

There was no time to make it slow and sweet, they were both too caught up in eachother to care about taking their time. Alec's jeans were quickly unfastened, and he fumbled his hands against Magnus' belt to undo it. Magnus' hands were everywhere; on his cheeks, his waist, his thighs, his ass, his touch lighting Alec on fire.

After what seemed like so long, Magnus' jeans were also down, and after that was all too fast and too wonderful for Alec to quite ascertain.

The feeling of them connecting, despite it's haste and urgency, remained just as perfect and overwhelming as it always was between them—Alec found himself moaning loudly into Magnus' ear, and Magnus doing the same to him.

"Alec, baby, oh God—"

"Magnus—Magnus, Magnus, Magnus,"

Their heartbeats were so fast, soaring, quickening, and what felt like years of pleasure to Alec was only minutes before they both climaxed, together. And it was wonderful. Alec couldn't focus, the blinding pleasure over taking his thoughts as he cried Magnus' name.

Magnus grip on his hips tightened as he too cried out, and Alec saw stars, white and flashing across his vision. He let the pleasure take him as he lost focus, and all he could think was Magnus. Magnus. Magnus Magnus Magnus.

And yeah. That's it. I'm sorry it's short. But I hope you liked it anyway? Yeah? No? Please let me know, review, tell me what you thought.

Thank you for reading

~Dreams Of Oblivion