A/N: I do not own the character of TMI they belong to Cassnadra Clare.

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13.

"Hey Alec I, shit! Alec what the fuck are you doing?" Magnus dropped his bag by the door and ran over grabbing the knife out of his hand and winced tossing it aside.

He grabbed a dish towel and wet it under the faucet and got on his knees taking his wrist. He carefully dabbed at the small cut.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Magnus asked.

"They chose Jace…" Alec answered trying to push Magnus's hand away.

"Who chose Jace. Alec stop it," Magnus moved his hand away and finished cleaning the cut getting some gauze from the bathroom to wrap it.

"The council…they chose Jace to head up the pack…" Alec answered. "They chose him over me."

He got up and picked up the bottle sitting on the counter. "Unfuckingbelievable."

"Alec…how much have you had to drink?" Magnus frowned and stood up noting the bottles on the counter.

"Doesn't matter. High tolerance," Alec brushed the question off.

Magnus put the empty bottles in the sink and reached for the one in his hand. Alec grabbed his wrist and Magnus winced.

"Alec that hurts. Let go," Magnus tried to pull his arm free but Alec only tightened his grip.

"Shut up."

"Al-"

"Just shut up."

He pulled Magnus closer and smirked a little. "You're pretty cute when you're worried."

"Alec…" Magnus tried to pull away.

"What part of shut up don't you understand," Alec held the bottle out of his reach.

"I'm not going to do this with you," Magnus put his hands on his chest to put a little distance between them. "If you're going to drink and have a pity part do it somewhere else."

"My pity part and your metal issues are one in the same you know," Alec mused taking another long drink from the bottle.

"Alec, you're on thin ice," Magnus warned.

"You cope with slitting your wrists or cutting your throat. And I cope with drinking myself in a stupor," Alec finished.

Magnus went to slap him and Alec dropped the bottle grabbing his other wrist. He tried to pull it free and winced as Alec gripped it tighter.

"Leaving before the parties even started. I don't think so," he kissed him hard on the mouth letting go of his wrist with one hand and wrapping his arm around his waist with a firm grip.

Magnus against his judgement leaned into the kiss. Alec picked him up and carried him to the bedroom shutting the door with his foot and dropped him onto the bed.

"Take off your clothes," he said pulling off his own shirt and working his jeans off.

Magnus did as told hastily pulling them off and hitting the mattress a little hard as Alec pushed him down. He whimpered as Alec leaned down and nipped at his shoulder feeling his teeth tug at the skin a little.

"Shhh, you know I'm not going to hurt you," Alec cooed brushing his hair back.

"Your breath smells like booze," Magnus turned his head away.

"Guess I have you to make it smell better," he smirked kissing his throat and tugging a little with his teeth.

"Ow…that hurts," Magnus winced and pulled away.

"Hold still. I'm almost done," Maryse dabbed at a few more of the marks and covered them with a bandage. "How did this happen?"

"I went for a job and tripped…" he lied putting his shirt back on.

"On your back? Really?" She asked raising an eyebrow.

"It sounded better in my head," he rolled his shoulder's a little bit and winced. "Alec got a little rough when we were having sex…it's no big deal."

"It was about what happened with Jace wasn't it?" she asked putting her things away. "How much did he drink?"

"Four and a half bottles of hard rum, the other half of one is right there on the rug. I never got a chance to clean it up last night…" he answered with a small shrug.

"You can always tell him no," She told him.

"He compared my mental instability with his little pity party…he said I slit my wrists to cope and he drinks himself into a stupor…" he sighed running a hand through his hair.

She caught his chin. "Your eye."

"I wasn't paying attention at work. Kid got a nice right hook."

"I don't think-"

"I know…" he interrupted gently. "He's a werewolf, I am one with repressed genes. He's stronger than me, he drinks. I know what I've gotten myself into."

She sighed and pulled her hands away. "What happened to your hand?" She asked.

"He tried to cut himself with one of these new cooking knives I bought. Turns out they're pure silver. I got burned while taking it from him. He tried to cut himself with it. The idiot."

"I'll see you two at dinner right? His father and I are going to need to have a long talk with him," she told him.

"Course we will be. Six on the dot," he nodded.

She pulled on her coat and shut the door behind her as she left. He got up and grabbed a dishtowel picking up the knife from behind the table and set it on the counter. He made some breakfast and put it on a plate and carried it to the bedroom.

"What did you and my mom talk about?" Alec asked looking over from the window.

"You did quite the number on me last night. You were passed out and I couldn't very well clean the claw marks on my back now could I?" Magnus answered sitting on the bed with the plate.

"Shit. I'm sorry. Is it bad?" Alec walked over and sat down next to him.

Magnus handed him the plate and sat up taking off his shirt. "They look better now that your mom cleaned up them up for me. I owe her."

Alec leaned forward and kissed the mark wrapping his arm around him. "I'm sorry. I should've left…I didn't-"

"It was consensual. I know you wouldn't have done anything to hurt me that bad," Magnus told him leaning back against his chest.

"Why are you with me?" Alec frowned.

"Because I love you," Magnus answered offering him a piece of bacon. "So you get rough when you get drunk…I dated a guy who pushed me down the stairs and nearly put me a in a coma. I dated a girl and we did lines of coke off each other."

"You shouldn't be with someone like me," Alec shook his head. "The last thing I want to do is hurt you."

Magnus took the plate and set it aside turning around and sitting in his lap and cupped his face. "You are not without your scars, you can't see them of course but you have them. From the time I threw my astray at your head. From when I shoved you away and you nearly cracked your skull open on the coffee table. Really sorry about that one. The ones on your thighs, from when we have sex. You're not the only one who gets hurt in this relationship."

"But-"

"No but's Alexander. I am with you no matter what."

"What we have isn't healthy…"

"You're an alcoholic and I'm a schizophrenic. What made you think this relationship was going to be healthy?"

"I don't know to be honest," Alec chuckled a bit. "And now I have a new scar." He held up his wrist. "From when I tried to give myself silver poisoning."

"I have one to match," Magnus answered holding his hand. "I burned my hand on the knife stopping you."

"Matching scars. Now we have something to tell our kids," Alec smiled taking his hand.

"And just how many kids plural we talking about?"

"I'm thinking five. Gideon, Jessa, Bea, Fletch and Robert so my father won't complain."

"Five? We'll have our own little pack then won't we?"

Alec smiled. "We'll have two. Our children," Alec stroked his abdomen with his free hand and kissed his shoulder. "And our pack."

"You're going to start your own?" Magnus asked.

"I am. You, me, and I'm going to ask Woolsey-"

"I don't think I count and I doubt Woolsey is going to say yes."

"You do count. You're my mate and you're still a werewolf. And he already said yes. He's my second in command."

"You put thought into this," Magnus ran his hands through his hair.

"I guess I knew something like this was going to happen," Alec shrugged. "Jace has always been the golden child you know? Perks of having two alpha's in the family right?"

"And Isabelle?" He asked.

"She chose to stay with Jace. Be his second in command. No hard feelings on my end. Max wants to join though," he answered.

"Are you going to let him?"

"When he's older, if he still wants to."

Magnus nodded and kissed him. "I have to shower before work. Meet for lunch?"

"Noon right?"

"Make it one."

"I'll be there."