Sorry sorry! I know I said it would be updated within the week but got lost in some very good fanfictions in here lol! Will try my best to update another chapter as fast as lighting! :)

OK so here's chapter 6 of Kissed where we have a little insight on Magnus's reaction to Alec really really bad behavior with also a little glimpse at Alec's pov! So I had a bit of troubles with that, trying to keep Magnus fuzzy and torn between conflicting emotions. In my mind, it's the first time he's in love so he doesn't really understand what's happening even tough he know he's falling strongly for our cute shadowhunter. Please let me know if you feel I rendered that correctly or not. Always enjoy your point of view ;) Also, for the first time, I have here a full on lemon description! Usually I prefer to keep it subdued with recalls but now it was really important to be in Magnus mind at the time being... Also, I cut it in half but you have to read the foot note to let me know what I should do with next chapter :D I leave you then to it, hope you enjoy it immensely! :P

Disclaimer: Magnus and Alec belongs to Cassandra Clare, and this story follow the books.

Chapter 6 : I'll make you mine (Part 1)

Magnus was laying in his bed, staring at the ceiling. He didn't know what he felt. His bed was cold and Chairman Meow was obnoxiously refusing to leave the door, meowing pitifully and frankly, getting on his nerves. He didn't needs his cat to reminds him of his lover's desertion. He didn't needs him to remind him that, the boy he was falling for, had sneaked out in the night after he had fucked his brains out, unable to control his need to hear him moan again and again, knowing HE was the one giving him pleasure, HE was the one who had him in his bed, doing all his best to woo him and keep him close to him. But he didn't have him because Alec had left. Like he didn't care.

He didn't know Alec much but he was already sick of hearing Jace's talk, sick of the beloved glaze that entered Alec's eyes whenever he spoke of his parabatai. What he felt was a displeasing attraction at first seemed to be a year's long crush and Magnus didn't know how to handle that. Why was Alec seeing him in the first place? To be sexed up to death? To revel in his inner gay needs once in a while? He felt cheated somehow, used and he hated it. He hated that his heart soared every time his eyes met the blue ones. He hated the longing he felt growing every single time he saw him, the elation that filled his chest whenever the young shadowhunter was near him. Most of all, he hated to feel like he was the only one falling.

Of course Alec enjoyed his touch, his attentions and he appreciated him but Magnus couldn't shake the feeling that his mind was still stubbornly set on Jace. It drove him crazy... already. They had seen each other for about three times and he was addicted. Addicted to Alec's skin, his shy smile, his blushes, his eagerness to please him, the way his eyes sparkled when he laugh, the seriousness of his sense of responsability toward his family, the fierceness of his love for them, the utter need he had to save everyone but himself... He was perfect.

Magnus slided an impatient hand in his hair, tugging at them violenty while he sighed his exasperation. If Camille couldn't have cured him of unrequited love, he felt like he was a hopeless case. He couldn't believe he still found himself in the same kind of situation when he had swore he would never again.

Nevertheless, he still hoped Alec would call, text him, anything. Surely there was a reason. It was not completely hopeless, was it? Alec would most probably come around his crush and his closeted state...

Magnus closed his eyes and moaned in self-pity. How desperate could he get? He had known from the start that this would be the kind of relation he would have... sneaky, hidden, covered, abrupt and always interrupted. What had he expected? That the boy would have fallen for his incredible lover's skills? That he would have begged him to keep him by his side, always? That, after he had showed him how good it could be, Alec wouldn't be ashamed anymore? How stupid could he be?

Unable to wallow in his own lashing anymore, he got up and went to shower. He had a day ahead of him and some clients to attend to, he had a life... it was about time he got back to it. He was NOT going to stay wandering all day again, as he did yesterday, like a puppy waiting for his master to return. If Alec wanted to see him, he would just have to seek him out. That's all there was to it... although Magnus couldn't explain the strange dejection that filled him at these thoughts.

'I can't come tonight.'

He read it again... and again. Unbelieving. That's it? That's all he deserved? As the shock receded, Magnus felt fury invade him. He had never been one over-emotional. He was happy in life. He laughed, smiled, fucked, discovered and saw the world but this kid... was driving him to the edge. In fact, the more he saw Alec the more Magnus felt unstable, febrile and feverish ; the more he felt awed, dumbstruck, speechless and attracted... The growl of frustration that escaped his lips startled him, unable to believe he was becoming so fierce with emotions he had let dormant for so long.

He had gone about his day as well as possible. A stupid mundane had called on him for a love potion that, of course, didn't exist ; another one had requested him to summon some demon for him to know if Hell existed or not (the few mundanes who got around to know about their world were often the most stupid ever) and it had ended with a vampire who had wished him to cure him of his need for blood... To say the least, it had been an awful day. Worst of all, even though he had promised himself to forget about Alec's dismissal, he had looked at the clock longingly and had checked his phone way too often, only to glance at the screen, blank of texts or calls, infuriated even more.

And now, to top it all, he would not even see him tonight. He didn't even have the relief of an excuse or an explanation. He couldn't come. And that was it. His anger couldn't go away and he just sat there, plotting. How dare the boy would treat him like that. He was not expendable for angel's sake! He was not one to be tossed aside! If Alec didn't want to acknowledge him more than necessary, he would have to find a way out. He would be patient. After all, he was 800 years old, he was used to waiting, to get around to what you wanted sooner or later. From now on, it would be war. He wouldn't accept stepping down for a golden boy who couldn't even give Alec all he wanted, needed. Who wasn't what he needed!

As the night went by and Magnus stayed on his couch, eyebrows furrowed and fists clenched together, he didn't realize how jealousy had dug his claws in his heart, yielding it to his every move. For someone so old, he hadn't yet known the craziness that came with love, the furious possessiveness that swallowed you eagerly if you didn't keep it at bay. He was on for a long run...

When Magnus received the text at around 6 in the morning, he was ready for the show. Although he couldn't contain a surge of indignation when he read the sparse line 'Will be there in a few.' Like really, did he think Magnus was free at will? That he was available anytime Alec felt like it? Grumbling, he still got up and went in the shower. He would take his time to be at his utmost best; smell, clothes, makeup, hair... everything. Alec was in for an exhausting day of full-on Bane seduction. That would teach him to ignore him so recklessly.

When Alec rang at the door, the whole flat had been bent to Magnus's evil plan. He had summoned some subdued torch light, some that would strike red, suede furnitures black and red with many comfortables cushions, thick black curtains to cut out the daylight, Alec's favorite food from Taki's and most of all, some gorgeous clawfoot bathtub awaiting them in is now-big bathroom, said tub large enough to accomodate both their lenghts. He had also revamped his own bedroom with the same lights and curtains but also, he had summoned an antic four-post bed with original carvings and delightful sculptures to then wrap it up with silk sheets of deep burgundy to suit up the mahogany bed frame. He had also spared some of his sandalwood perfume, that Alec seemed to appreciate immensely, to leave an intoxicating smell throughout the apartment. There was a faint haunting music in the background, full of low drums and bass, singing sex all over.

Himself was clad in what you would call a conservative outfit for the High Warlock of Brooklyn. That would be said if you weren't observant enough to realize how the grey silk pants hung closely to his lean calfs and thighs, how it curved around his fit ass like a hand to stretch up front leaving very little to the imagination when it came to Magnus's well equipped member. The grey pants had also a green sheen to it that echoed the beautiful tight emerald shirt he adorned, picked specifically to enhance his green-gold gaze. He completed the outfit with heavy silver boots. He had let his hair down as Alec preferred but hadn't resist some glitter that would shine in his hair whenever it would be hit by the light. The makeup was minimal but well-placed; dark khol surrounding his eyes underlined by silver glitter. Useless to say, the inner panther inside of him was ready for the strike. It would be a glorious hunt.

Alec's pov

When Alec entered the flat, already babbling some pathetic excuse and looking at the floor, he got caught up quickly in the atmosphere surrounding him and his voice died. His eyes then travelled slowly from his lover's silver feet aside him to rise up to the tight-fitting pants, blush spreading when he got to the waist, to the sparkling emerald shirt and then the death serious expression on Magnus's face. His breath was already ragged when he lost himself in the complete lustful and determined glare the green eyes beholded. He then became hyperventilated.

The door closed behind him as the sound of his impending doom. He was already battled between excitement and apprehension. He had had a strange feeling that Magnus wouldn't welcome his carelessness of the last two days but hadn't known how that would turn out. Seems like he got his answer now.

Magnus didn't spell a word, just kept him captive of his cat's eyes, dumbstruck, while he captured his hand and dragged him slowly to the couch... that had changed entirely since last time he was there. Alec felt his anxiety built up when he finally took in the flat, all changed up and darkened... all sexed up. That's the only way he could put it. He appraised all the new items while his heart sped up, racing wild on, his hands getting clammy and a fine sheen of sweat covering his forehead. This was going to be mind-blowing... there was no way he would walk out of here the same as he was right now.

If the thought could have been unsettling, even terrifying to anyone else, Alec felt oddly eager of the prospect.

Magnus's pov

He got Alec to sit down on the comfortable couch, enfolding them in the fluffy fabric, sitting right beside him and letting their thighs brush together expectantly. He rather liked the deer caught in the headlight look on his shadowhunter's face. He was completely mesmerized by Magnus's almost menacing presence, just like he had wished it to be. He knew Alec had a bit of a submissive side that he had counted on for his plan. He knew he would surrender to his lead without too much difficulty. He voluntarily kept his features smooth of all expression and his mouth shut to make sure Alec would stay in a vulnerable and unstable position... Even though his own heartbeat was trumming savagely in his ribcage, making him kinda febrile himself. He couldn't help but always become weak in the knees facing his lover's deep blue swirls.

He braced himself under Alec's expectant glance and opened the take-out plate waiting for them on the black sleek coffee table. He then proceeded to feed his lover himself, never leaving his eyes more than five second at a time. Alec looked puzzled when he first brought up to his mouth the perfectly roasted lamb, his favorite. But when he saw Magnus's intent eyes on him, he complied and opened his mouth. Magnus made sure to rise this gastronomical experience to his most sensual description.

When Alec opened his mouth, he deposited the food as slowly as possible on his tongue, his eyes following every movement of his lover's mouth and when the lips closed on the fork, he removed it slowly, letting it caress the pink crescents delicately. He fed him a little more in this slow manner, eyes locked together, when after removing the fork another time, he bent down to bring his tongue on the bottom lip of his lover, tasting the meal he hadn't eat of. When he heard Alec's pitiful moan, struggled and breathless, he bit down and suck on the lip, straddling him at the same time, bringing his long legs to each side of Alec's hips.

Alec hissed in his excitement, already overwhelmed by the erotic preamble. Magnus couldn't contain a small smirk but he didn't waver of the task at hand. Brushing his lips and teasing Alec restlessly with the light contact of his tongue, teeth and lips, he brought his hands up to wander on Alec's clothed chest, caressing the planes in meaningful strokes, finding his nipples and taunting them through the soft fabric of his sweater.

Alec was moaning shamelessly under him, moving his hips upward and trying to bring him down by the hips, to release a bit of his tension with some much needed friction. Although Magnus denied him this pleasure as he held himself high enough so Alec wouldn't get what he wanted. It was all about yielding today, he would not go easy on his lover.

He pinned Alec down with his hands holding his shoulders to the back of the couch as he finally gave in and kissed his lover ravenously, claiming his mouth as his own. He slid his tongue inside when Alec gasped in shock and right on cue, Magnus dug in. He invaded his partner's mouth and enticed him in a fiery tongue dance while his hands travelled down to remove Alec's sweater quickly, breaking the kiss long enough for Magnus to read his counterpart foggy eyes. He was already giving in. Feeling fiercely victorious in his swooning capacity, he went back to Alec's mouth while his fingertips brushed his lover's chest, going down gently to the buckle that kept hidden what Magnus was looking for eagerly.

He untied the pants quickly, lifting Alec a little bit, fondling his ass on the way, to slide down the jeans to his ankles. Alec rasped breath made him leave his mouth for a second to placate him with a fiery gaze before letting his tongue sidetrack to his cheek, bite down on his earlobe before burying himself in the crook of Alec's neck. While his hands busied themselves going under the legs of Alec's underwear, grazing and brushing the skin lightly, his mouth moved sensuously on the fragile skin near the hairline of his lover. He sucked, nibbled and bit the tender flesh, more violently than usual, while his thumbs stroke the side of Alec's erection, under the black boxers.

His partner was rumbling nonsensically, calling down on the deities a bit too often but mostly, begging. He moaned and squirmed, impatient for Magnus to touch him more thoroughly. Alec's hands were rummaging on his back, trying to remove his shirt, wanting to feel his skin but he wouldn't let him. At this point, Magnus was straining a painful erection in his silk pants. While laying out his plan, he hadn't thought about Alec's effect on him, sure of his self-control. He was himself moaning lightly in his lover's neck and was dizzy with desire. Unable to avail his control anymore, he swiftly brought his hands up under Alec's underwear and shoved them down from the waistband, releasing the impressive arousal. His lover's choked scream tingled in his ear and he bit down brutally on his neck, sure to leave a bruise, marking him as his own territory. Alec's low grunt was incredibly satisfying.

Leaving the bruised skin behind to kiss his man a little more, he then kissed his way down to Alec's member, pausing a few second to look in the blue eyes, now glassy and stuck in the haze of passion. Heart racing, Magnus let a slow lust-filled smile spread on his face... before he went down, opening wide and swallowing Alec's shaft in one swift move. His lover's lips escaped a long moan ending in a whimper that sent shivers all the way down to Magnus's spine, sending his cock twitching. Getting lost in his own desire, he forgot his attempts at swooning Alec, wanting to be remembered, and went on only wishing to hear more and more of his lover's exquisite sex sounds.

Alec's hands worked their way through his black silk strands, holding on to dear life and tugging when the pleasure was becoming unbearable. Aroused to no end, Magnus kept moving up and down, sucking and grazing his teeth along the lenght, using his tongue admirably while clamping down when he got to the head of his lover's dick, swirling around, making sure to lick the slit on top, tasting the pre-cum. Alec's hips shove upward in his ectasy, almost choking him but he let his lover get his way, only expending his larynx, allowing the movements to be followed through.

Magnus hollowed his cheeks and sucked with renewed vigor, moving faster and closing his lips on Alec's shaft, emphasizing the pressure on the strained member, his tongue caressing it restlessly. His lover was wimpering and mumbling, almost desperate in the struck of his hips. Suddenly, he rose his head gently, leaving Alec at a loss for his mouth and hearing him growl his frustration, to slowly put his fingers in his mouth, coating three of them with his saliva, never leaving his partner's gaze, full of raw desire. When he realized what Magnus was about to do, Alec's breath hitched and his pupils dilated even more, if possible. Magnus went back to his task at hand but this time, only gently sucking the head of Alec's cock, sliding his tongue around and eliciting a relieved moan from his lover. Although, when his hand dragged him down to insert a long nimble finger in his spasming entrance, Alec's moans went out of control while his grip in his hair tightened painfully.

Magnus didn't waste time, wanting to send Alec over the edge and he entered his finger all the way in, curving at the end to find the bundle of nerves that would get Alec trashing and screaming. He found it quick enough and started slow round motions, caressing the prostate non-stop and at the same time, swallowing Alec in his mouth once again, taking him all in. His lover's screams sent him almost to the stars and he just about came in his pants.

- "Ahh Maggg..nus... please... more... MORE!"

He gave in gratefully and shoved in the two remaining fingers, stretching the skin in a delicious way, hitting the spot again and again while moving his fingers up and down, his mouth busying itself on Alec's member. Sollicitated on both ends, his lover fell apart, completely undone by the assault on his senses, he trashed and screamed and begged while Magnus's mouth and fingers moved faster and harder, claiming his every thoughts, his every senses, surrounding him of his presence, leaving no corner of his mind untouched by the overwhelming feelings.

Unable to prevail anymore, Alec surrendered violently to his ectasy, coming in Magnus's mouth in long strikes, shaking and trembling from head to toe, screaming his name in desperation while almost scalping him with the violent tug on his hair but he didn't care... Alec was his.

Making sure to leave a vivid impression, Magnus kept the sucking and fingering for a while longer after Alec's climaxed and came down from his high. His lover jerked brutally, oversensitive from his orgasm and almost in pain at Magnus's continuous caress. But he kept on a little more, even though Alec begged him to stop, just to entice a semi-erection... the day was not over.

When he finally released him, Alec went limp and drowsy, an inarticulate puppet laying on the couch and emptied of any bone support. Magnus couldn't contain a fierce smile even tough himself had finally came in his pants but was still flustered and really horny. Leaving his lover to rest a few minutes, he went to the bathroom, turning on the water of the clawfoot bathtub.

This was going to be a great day... and he chuckled to himself, sure that when Alec would go back home, he wouldn't forget him so easily.

Alright my dearests! That's what I had for now... Now tell me, what should I do for the next chapter? Do we keep on with the multiples lemons, maybe in Alec's pov or do we skip it to Alec's return at the institute? hum? :P Let me know... reviews, reviews!

ZaidKayson : I'm really glad you appreciated me acknowledging your support to this story, you as some other ones, comment in almost every chapter, it's wonderful and i gotta say, your reviews 'make my day' also XD Thx very much! :)