A/N: Hello,

I have to warn you that this chapter contains sexual innuendos. So feel warned. I tried to go not explicit. (I had to re-write it, because the first version was all +18 scene. Never again, I'll watch FrostIron fan-music-videos contains scenes from 'Queer as Folk'. Never again.) So, I don't think that I have to change the rating to 'M'. But if you feel that I should please note me. I'm far from being teenager, so I don't know what is good now for the 'T' or 'M' material.

malecglitterfan: He will, soon, three-four chapters, MAgnus will realize that he was with Alec before.

red wolf: Nice. MAgnus will call Alec and Alec will ask him out, in the next chapter. I promise! Yep, I'll try my best to come up with the next chapter around Sunday.

high warlock: Oh they are.

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Chapter XVI

"Strange mornings and pleasant nights"

A rather cheerful music was playing this morning in the radio. Light yet waking up sounds were filling my ears. I couldn't stop myself from humming along while I was making myself breakfast. A chilly morning air was brushing my naked legs giving me goose bumps but still I haven't closed the kitchen window. As the coffee machine was working, I took out ingredients to make scrambled eggs the way 'we' like. Eggs, bacon, green chives, onion, without tomatoes. He still doesn't eat them, even though he doesn't take those meds anymore. When all of it was frying I took out a small bowl and filled it with the rest of chocolate puffs. We needed to do a grocery. When everything was ready I set the table.

In one moment there was a short thumping in my head. I sat down by the table with my arms on it. My head was in my hands. Eyes closed.

" Mmm it's delicious honey" he said shoving another portion of his eggs down his throat "I knew that one day I'm gonna have some pros from being with you"

"I should feel offended. You love me only because I'm a good cook?"

"That and you're wonderful in bed" when he said the same thing that I said to him years ago his cheeks reddened. Still after so many years together he blushed at every mentioning of our sex life.

"I know I'm just fabulous in bed darling" I kissed his flushed cheek.

"I'm hungry!" a high girly voice filled the kitchen. "I want..."

"Chocolate puffs" I placed the bowl before her "Bon appetite sweetie"

"And we're finishing the breakfast morning on KCT with "Milkshake" bon appetite guys. Till tomorrow. Peace out people" a loud guttural voice got me out of my thoughtful state.

A sharp, quick pain formed in my head after this. My hands immediately moved to my temples to rub off this pain. After what it seemed long time I opened my eyes and looked at the table.

And dear god, I was shocked.

It was set for three people. Two plates with scrambled eggs, two coffees, a glass of orange juice and bowl with chocolate puffs. Along with three sets of cutlery.

Why did I set the table for three people?

Why did I make chocolate puffs with milk, when I despise chocolate puffs?

Why I prepared a black coffee without sugar and milk, when it's too strong and awful for me?

It all was strange.

I couldn't stop staring at the table in a shock. My mind was replaying me that memory, but never showing me the faces of people in my vision.

But clearly they must have been important to me.

This man and this little girl, they must have played a major role in my life, as we were together at morning. Could it be possible that he was my partner at some point?

But Oliver said that we were together for the whole time…

Was it possible that he lied to me?

"Magnus?" a male voice interrupted my thoughts. I raised my hand and looked into the direction of the door. Oliver was standing in the frame of kitchen door looking all concerned. "Are you ok?"

"What are you…"

"I knocked but no one was opening. So I let myself in" he came closer, and crouched before me with hands on my knees. "Are you ok my love?"

"You've lied to me" at first his eyes opened in a shock, then they filled with wariness. He slowly took his hands from my knees and stood up.

"What are you referring to?"

"We weren't together for all those years, were we?" he was all silent. "I was with another man before, right?"

"Yes" he admitted after a long time, with hurt in his voice "But it's all in past"

"Who was he? Where is he now? Why did we break up?"

"Wanna hear the story?" I nodded "Be my guest then. After I moved to Germany to the collage, we stopped talking to each other. In the time I was there you met some guy. And you were with him for three years. But as soon as I was back from my collage, we started talking again, and we re-united. And we're together ever since Magnus"

"Who was that man? What's his name?" I pray more

"You never told me his name. You only have told me that one day he just left you and move out of the city" Oliver sat down on the chair next to me, and grabbed my hand in his.

"And the child? A little girl?" this took him aback.

"She was his daughter…he took her with him. You haven't seen them for five years"

"Oh…" there was a small pang of pain in my heart when I heard the story from my past. I wondered who was the man and the child. And what happened between us that led to our break up.

I wish to know that part of me, maybe then I'd feel myself more.

"But now that you're with me" Oliver rubbed my knee gently "Everything is better. I love you Magnus"

"Yeah…love you too…"

…

His warm, strong yet delicate hands were roaming my chest, underneath the blue shirt. With every small touch I felt shivers all over my body. His mouth was glued to the side of my neck, sucking and biting. I was sure that in the morning I'll have a big, red hickey in there. He moved his lips lower, along unbuttoning my shirt. Button after button in a very slowly way.

"Stop teasing darling"

"Why? I thought you love when I tease you honey"

He trailed a path with soft kisses on my chest to the belly button until he unbuttoned my shirt entirely. Then he did the same on his way back, making me moan in the back of my throat. With one hand he pushed slowly the one part of the shirt off of my shoulder, kissing it along. As well as he did the same moves with my other shoulder.

"How come you're saying that I'm beautiful, when you're just purely angelic Mags. There's no one more beautiful than you" he licked the shell of my ear "You're godly beautiful. And I'm so lucky to call you mine"

"Only yours darling. Only yours"

He moved his hands to caress my sides. It was strange, that he has so delicate fingers yet I'm the one who plays the piano.

"It beats so amazing" he kissed my chest in the place where my heart was "Still, this is the most beautiful music for me"

"You could use that mouth of yours to way better thing than speaking right now baby" I grind my hips at his, to lessen some of the tension in me. I was too much in a state of excitation and it was clearly showed by my hardness.

"Patience love. You should have learned it by now"

"Patience with that body of yours sweet pea? Never"

Finally, he opened the buckle of my belt and unzipped my jeans. Slowly, and painfully he was sliding my pants down. The pants landed next to the bed after that. On his way back he playfully was stroking my thighs, hips but avoiding my painfully hard private parts.

"Please…" a loud moan escaped my mouth, when he hooked his thumbs inside my boxers. "Please baby…I want you"

"I want you too" he eventually freed me from my undergarments "All the time"

"Then take me. I'm yours my love. Take me"

He took off his clothes way sooner than he did with mine. His pale, well-build body was something that I could never had enough off. My fingers found their way to his chest touching every inch of it. The muscles that came from working out on the gym, every line of it, was now memorized again by myself. It was indescribable how our bodies fit together, like they were made for each other.

He spread my legs and moved himself between them, making sure to stroke the insides of my thighs, with subtle touches. That sent tingles to my stomach. He smirked seductively at me before he lowered his head and finally used that sinful mouth of his in a good meaning.

"Oh…yes…yes…mmmm…more baby…oh please…yesssss…ugh…" I couldn't come up with more coherent sounds as he was pleasing me in such wonderful way. A familiar knot in my stomach noted me about me being close to finish "Stop…I'm close"

After he left my lower parts, then become the time for a quick preparation. And then, we become one again.

As always he started gently, treating me like I'd be made of glass. With every move of his I could feel his love.

"I love you" he said against the skin of my neck, as his moves became faster.

"I…I love you too baby…ugh…so much" a throaty moan from me filled the air, he was moaning as well.

Our naked skins were covered with drops of sweat from our love making. We locked our hands tightly, squeezing. Our eyes crossed before we both reached our finish…

"Oh yes baby!" something warm and sticky was in my hand and all over my stomach. That made me open my eyes. When I switched on the night lamp, and uncovered myself I realized what happened. One of my hand was still around my manhood. My body was covered with sweat. I was breathing hard, my heart raced.

I just had a wet dream.

More like a wet memory.

When I cleaned myself with a damp cloth from the bathroom, I lay on the bed again. Still, I could feel perfectly hands of the man, that I had sex with in my memory, all over my body. Every little touch, kiss, it all was memorized in my mind. I could feel his taste on my lips, from the way he was kissing me in the dream.

It was so pleasant memory.

But the man from it wasn't my boyfriend.

But the most shocking thing from that memory was that I haven't looked too different from now, maybe a year younger.

And Oliver stated that we're together for five years now.

Does this mean that I've cheated on him?

…

In the next a few days I had some more pleasant memories about the man, whose name I couldn't recall. Hell I couldn't even see his face in my memories.

The only thing I saw was his pale, well-build body.

And the tattoo below his right hip. A heart in flames. The tattoo that matched mine below my left hip.

A/N: Did you like it?

About the tattoos, there will be a memory when and how they got them.

Wasn't Oliver a dick by telling Magnus that Alec left him and took Lily? And he dared to not tell him with whom Magnus was. He's such a lying pig, isn't he? But feel warned: Oliver will pull out a worse stunt.

The next one: I'll try my best to come up with it around Sunday.

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Intoxic