Ahoy there you gorgeous people! SO SO sorry I've been gone so long! Let me know what you think; I'm paranoid of disappointing you.
A million billion 'thank you darling!'s to ClairelovesMalec, Meadow Frost and HikariMelody for coming to my rescue, this chapter is for you guys with MUCH love.
Thanks also go to Cassandra Clare, the real owner of these characters, Zoe (who can't read this) who put up with all my bitching to her, and Adam Lambert for the song 'Fever'.
As Alec and Magnus had poured their hearts out, Simon had left to go to Clary's and Maryse had hurried back to Idris to see Robert.
Which meant no sarcastic vampires and no awkward parents lingering and spoiling the fun, and Magnus intended to have lots of fun. Now that he and Alec had sorted themselves out, in his mind it was most definitely time to sort each other out- in fact it was all he could think about; he itched for Alec's hands on his body, tugging on his hair and tearing at his clothes.
"Alexander, what do you say to a little makeup sex?" Alec's grip on his shoulders tightened.
"A little?"
"Okay, a lot."
"I say what the hell are you waiting for?"
Magnus nuzzled his face into Alec's soft, pleasantly warm neck, loving the salty smell of his skin.
"Bedroom?" he asked, but Magnus ignored him, leaning back to rake Alec's body with blazing catlike eyes. Grinning appreciatively, he licked his lips with a twirl of promiscuous pink tongue that Alec's eyes locked onto with an almost feral hunger; he could nearly feel that tongue against his suddenly heated skin just from the sight, and God did he want it. It was like the scent of a delicious cake that tickles your nose just before the taste meets your lips, looking at Magnus but not touching him. "Magnus, come here."
They had had sex a hundred different ways; slowly, sweetly, roughly, quickly- but Alec knew that this time it would be hot and dirty.
"No, Alexander. I'm staying right here."
"But I want you," Alec almost pleaded, "Magnus-"
He broke off as Izzy flounced into the room, slamming the door with a whirl of black hair fanning out from her shoulders.
"Alec, have you seen Jace?" Magnus usually loved Izzy, but just then he wanted nothing more than to zap her to the Lake District until he was done with Alec.
"Darling Isabelle, we have not seen Wayland and though I utterly adore you, kindly fuck off so I can bend your brother over the back of the couch." Alec let out a noise like a cross between a sneeze and a cough, and Izzy raised her sculpted eyebrows.
"Oh hell no, not in here. Get a bedroom! We're in an Institute, if you hadn't noticed- it shouldn't be too difficult!"
"Fair enough." Magnus yanked Alec to his feet and shoved him roughly in the direction of the door with a playful slap on the ass. "If you need anything, don't ask us!"
The door banged firmly shut behind them, leaving Isabelle bored and desperately trying to kick images of her brother and his boyfriend from her mind.
Grabbing Alec by the hand, Magnus charged up the two flights of stairs as usual but turned left instead of right, away from Alec's room, slamming the shadowhunter against the wall. Alec's lips were parted; ridiculously delicious looking, rosy pink and kiss-swollen- utterly irresistible, but his eyes… glassy and darkened with lust, burned with an animal gleam that nearly made Magnus come on the spot.
"Magnus, I'd love to fuck you in the hallway," he hissed, their faces nearly touching "But I think you've got a plan, what is it?"
Delaying the question to allow time for a little persuasion, he attacked the pale column of Alec's neck with the ferocity of a vulture tearing apart its' meal, trailing purplish marks to shape letters: MB. Now you're mine, thought the warlock, Mine only.
"I want you in Jace's room." Alec's eyes widened to saucer-like proportions, then he chuckled throatily, yanking Magnus in for a bruising kiss. Their tongues clashed in a slippery battle that smeared lipgloss in a sticky mess all over Alec's face, but neither cared. Once Jace's door was thrown open, however, they stopped. "Dear God. How can he live like this?"
The room was spotless, immaculate, almost totally white- nothing on the floor save a pair of shoes, neatly aligned at the foot of a meticulously made wrinkle-free bed; pillows even, covers flat and tucked in at the end and edges. The only thing that didn't look like it belonged in a hospital was a book, lying like a forgotten teddy bear stuffed in between the pillows.
"Insane, isn't it. What were you expecting?" Alec grinned.
"Oh, I don't know, dead demons under the rug, muddy boot-prints, a little photograph of Valentine in a heart-shaped frame? But this is worse- it's driving me crazy. Let's mess it up!"
Magnus dove into the act; kicking at Jace's shoes, flinging open his wardrobe doors and rifling through until its fabric guts tumbled freely wherever they pleased: on the floor, in the air, under the bed, he ripped the bed covers and pillows off, finally throwing Alec down to rumple the sheets with his gorgeous body.
"Wait, the book!"
"What?"
"I don't want the book to get damaged." He placed it gently on an alphabetically-sorted bookshelf, caressing the paperback fondly, and Magnus clambered on top of him, lips teasing at the soft curve of his ear.
"God, I'm jealous of books." The whisper sent shivers of hot breath tickling down Alec's ear and neck, the promise of more to come. "I wish you'd open me up and pore over me for hours until you've absorbed everything, stroking your fingers down my spine, get so deep into me that it feels like you're in another world." Alec moaned, sliding his hands into his lovers' thick black hair, barely able to breathe. "I wish you'd drink in every single bit of me until there's nothing left, then do it all over again."
As sharp little teeth nipped at his earlobe, Alec flipped them over so that Magnus was pinned to Jace's mattress, looking so yummy Alec wanted to devour him.
"I love you!" he groaned into a kiss, grinding their hips together, swallowing each other's air religiously, feeling as though he was drowning in Magnus. His tongue explored the back of straight white teeth, the roof of his mouth, making the warlock shudder with pleasure and murmur
"I love you, I love you, I love you. Don't you fucking dare cheat on me ever again."
"I won't."
Alec felt the shirt torn away from his body and suddenly realised how horrible clothes were- a barrier between them.
"Magnus, get everything off, right now." A snap of those slim, capable fingers and the tyrannous reign of the clothes ended: they were nowhere to be seen. Suddenly every touch, every breath, every shadow on the wall was Magnus, and Alec hummed happily as he gazed down at the decadent, rich gleam of his lover's skin, the seductive glare of his yellowy eyes.
Which was when Magnus pounced.
He tangled his fingers into Alec's hair, slamming him roughly down and straddling the pale, slender hips with a wild laugh, slipping him a chaste kiss surprisingly sweet in contrast. He continued to tease with slow, torturous kisses and licks snaking from Alec's ear to collarbone, following the pulsing vein, eventually dipping his tongue into the hollow at the base of his throat, coaxing out a breathy moan. "Please Magnus, please, you're killing me,"
The answering chuckle vibrated through Alec's chest, and hands slid over every bit of skin they could reach.
"What do you want me to do, baby?"
"Mags, please!" The tawny hands slid lower, teasing slow circles on Alec's stomach.
"Tell me what you want, and you can have it." He ran a thumb lightly down Alec's hard length, and Alec was sure that if his dick had had a voice, it would be yelling at him to get the fuck on with it. He decided to vocalise its intentions.
"Get the fuck on with it!"
Magnus chuckled, nibbling at Alec's thumb the way Chairman Meow did when he wanted feeding.
"No, Alexander. You've been a very, very bad person and now you're paying for it." He slipped the pad of the thumb into between his lips, running his tongue along the digit, ignoring Alec's whining as he pleaded for more. "So, tell me what you want." Magnus bit down, hard, making Alec cry out in both pleasure and pain.
"Do anything, anything, please baby just do something!"
Their eyes met with an electric jolt.
"You're mine, Alexander Lightwood."
And he sank his hand down onto Alec's waiting cock, pumping indulgently from root to tip. Alec's eyes fluttered closed, and a string of profanities dripped from his lips. Magnus was becoming an addiction, an obsession, he wanted him but more than that he needed him, more than air or sleep or water.
Within the next few minutes, Jace's bedside lamp crashed to the floor, a stray magical spark set fire to the sheets (quickly noticed and put out) and the bookshelf spewed its contents across half of the room. Strangely, this time Alec didn't seem to care.
He'd decided he was done with foreplay; snaking his large, calloused hands over Magnus' slender thighs, pushing them roughly apart.
"I'm topping." He smirked, planting a gentle kiss on his boyfriends nose, before being slammed unceremoniously, face down into Jace's sheets. They smelled of Magnus' fruity shampoo and dark, spicy perfume.
"You aren't." Came the whisper in his ear, and Alec fancied he could hear the smirk on Magnus' face, along with the muffled laughter against his shoulder blade, that sent vibrations rippling down his spine, making him squirm.
Magnus slid his tongue down Alec's spine, coaxing the shadowhunter into pliancy beneath him, and with a flutter of fingers he was slathering lube all over the both of them; Alec trembling with anticipation as Magnus' fingers spread the cool liquid into his entrance, loving the sweet burn as they stretched him out.
"Magnus, I want you"
"You have me, baby."
Alec slithered around so they were facing each other, hooking his legs around Magnus' slender waist, desperate to satisfy the fever burning up in his body.
"I want your cock,"
Magnus' eyes widened, then blazed fiercely as he complied- shoving in with such a force that Alec cried out in pleasure, knotting his hands in the warlock's thick hair and stealing the breath from his lips.
It didn't take many of the long, smooth, hard strokes before Alec was yanking at Magnus' hair, his own fingers twisting Jace's sheets to tearing point- thrusts becoming desperate and erratic. Biting down hard on Alec's neck, Magnus let his orgasm hit with waves of pleasure and Alec did the same, lightning behind his eyelids and Magnus' name tearing itself from his throat in a yell that echoed off Jace's walls.
As Magnus slid out and collapsed, hot breath ghosting along his jawline, Alec couldn't help but think how lucky he was.
Damn…that was a bitch! But hopefully you liked it…did you? :S
Also, the ever-annoying gold star has become wedged in the space between I, L and K, so if any of those letters are missing I apologise.
Love China! Xx