Hey guys... so here's another one if anyone is still reading. If not, it's here anyway. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. Also, the song in the previous chapter is called Misery by Creeper. I don't that either, I think I forgot to put in the last chapter.

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Alec stared at his phone. It was ringing and ringing non-stop.

All he had wanted since the incident in the hall before the show was to call Magnus. To hear his voice and speak the words that would reassure them both that they were okay. But now, as the phone rang for a third time, Magnus' name flashing on the screen, Alec was terrified.

He knew their last show would be all over the internet. Videos would have gone viral already. Magnus had seen the kiss.

Alec screamed into his hands and rubbed his face hard before picking up the phone in trembling hands. His entire body was galvanised when he heard the only voice that could bring him comfort right now.

"Alexander," it said.

"Magnus," he replied, breathless.

There was a long, silent pause. Alec's heart strained to burst forth from his ribcage. He knew he had to talk but words failed him for the longest time. Eventually, he found what he needed to say.

"I love you," he said.

"I know," came Magnus' reply. His voice was heavy and rough and it broke Alec's heart. The sorrow was painfully clear, anger and heartbreak laced the usually smooth tenor.

"Magnus," Alec started, desperate to explain.

"Alec," Magnus cut him off, harsh and ragged, "I know you told me what Valentine asked you to do for this tour but that was something else. I don't mind the flirting. I don't like it, but I get it. But that..."

"Meant nothing. Nothing. I swear to God, Magnus. Nothing. I didn't even know it was going to happen."

"What?" Magnus asked. His voice had turned to ice. It chilled Alec to the bone.

"What?" Alec replied, unsure of the reason for the tonal shift.

"It wasn't planned? That explosive, very hot, very convincing kiss, wasn't scripted?"

Alec froze, his heart in his throat. He choked on the air as he tried to breathe.

"Um, no. I didn't know Will was going to be coming on stage." He had to be honest with Magnus, even though he could hear in the gasping breaths how much Magnus was hurting.

"Magnus, listen. I know it was too much. I'm going to talk to Valentine and tell him I can't do it for the rest of the tour. If he drops us, he drops us." Alec spewed words, threw them at Magnus like lightning bolts. He couldn't lose him over this. He wouldn't.

"Alexander. No. This is your life, we discussed this before the tour. I, however, need to have a long overdue chat with William."

Alec's jaw dropped and he stared at his phone.

"Why?" He asked, afraid of what might happen if Magnus ever got back in a room with Will.

"Because, my sweet, innocent baby boy, he's making moves on you. If that kiss wasn't scripted, why do you think he did it? I need to tell who you belong to."

There it was again, the possessive growl of his God amongst men.

"Magnus, you can't tell him about us. You could get in trouble. And he knows I have a boyfriend. Even if he does want something from me, he's not going to get it."

"You bet your ass, he's not. And I don't give a fuck. I'm not sitting by for another six weeks, watching him all over you. When i see you in a few days, I'll pull him aside for a perfectly polite conversation."

Alec gulped. Magnus' words were calm, but his tone certainly wasn't. He was suddenly worried for Will's safety. The boy was only human, acting on human impulses. Magnus' wrath would be fierce. Alec figured then that a conversation with Will of his own would be in order before Magnus arrived.

"Please calm down, Magnus. I promise you, there is nothing between me and Will. You have nothing to be worried about or jealous over."

"I'm not jealous. I just like people to back the fuck off what belongs to me."

Heat radiated through Alec's entire body. It was thrilling to know that Magnus was just as affected by Alec as Alec was by him.

"Okay, Magnus."

Silence fell again but it was filled with an electric tension. Alec's body thrummed, his blood boiling. He bit his lip and moaned softly, relishing in the groan that answered through the phone.

"I love you," Alec whispered.

"I love you, Alexander," Magnus replied.

Then suddenly, there were no words, only sounds. Gasps and moans and cries of pleasure and pain. Alec's hands worked himself as Magnus would. Magnus's fingertips were fire over his skin, desperate for them to be the nimble fingers of his boy. In that moment, between the speed and the glorious friction, Alec saw those green eyes and luscious lips and fell over the edge, knowing full well who he belonged to.

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Their break had arrived. They were safely ensconced in a five-star hotel resort in Austin, Texas. Alec was instantly revived when he spent the night in a plush super-king with a thousand pillows and a memory foam mattress. He didn't have to set an alarm. There was no one knocking on his door at the crack of dawn. No plan, no agenda, no rehearsals. He could be free, if only for a fleeting moment.

He crawled out of bed at one in the afternoon and padded across the plush carpet to the bathroom. It was all warm colours, swirling gold marble and wood. Sweet and spicy potpourri scented the air and the steam of the rainfall shower swirled like clouds. As the water hit his skin, Alec laughed under his breath, feeling all his worries melt away.

Except, as soon as he stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in nothing but a towel, his worries felt back to his seven-fold.

Will was standing in the doorway, he had let himself in, it seemed. The door was locked behind him.

When Alec came into the room, Will's eyes widened. Alec flushed deep red and hated himself for not locking his door after room service had dropped off his late breakfast.

"Will," he said in surprise, blinking at the dishevelled state of the man before him.

Will hadn't slept. He had bags under his eyes. His hair was a tousled mess, though effortless executed. His shirt was crumpled, as if he had tried to sleep in it, only to toss and turn in abandon. His feet were bare.

"Alec," he said. His voice was rough, like he'd spent that entire last night screaming into the darkness.

"What's up?" Alec asked.

He made haste for the bedroom as he spoke, throwing on clothes as fast as he could. He went back into the main room and made a beeline for the coffee machine, hiding himself behind the little kitchen counter. Will stayed by the door, watching him.

"Alec," he repeated, "I need to talk to you."

Alec's eyes clamped shut and he took a deep breath.

"Yeah, I need to talk to you too," he replied, preparing himself to explain about Magnus without naming names.

Will suddenly crossed the room in a few large strides. He stopped at the counter, across from Alec, holding his gaze with his ice blue eyes.

"Alec, I can't do this anymore," he said.

Alec's brow furrowed. Was Will breaking up their charade? That would solve all of Alec's problems.

"Okay," he said, pouring two mugs of coffee.

Will caught the one that Alec slid across to him without even looking.

"I can't pretend anymore," he said.

The words hit Alec harder than a punch to the gut. He suddenly realised exactly what this was about. Magnus, and Alec's suspicions, seemed to be correct.

"Will," Alec started.

But the man let go of his coffee and circled the counter, bringing himself into Alec's space. Alec had nowhere to go, the kitchen area only had on entrance, and Will was currently blocking it.

"Just, let me talk, please? Then you can respond however you choose. Just please, Alexander, let me say this."

There it was again. Alexander.

Alec's heart began to hammer, his pulse rising dangerously. He didn't want to hear what came next.

"I like you, Alec. I really tried not to, but I can't deny it anymore. It's killing me. And I know you have no reason to feel anything for me. For God's sake, we've been forced to fake a relationship for publicity. I don't want to do that to you. I don't want to ruin this for you. I know what this tour means to you, and I know something like what we've been made to do can ruin everything. I don't want to curse you."

Alec's mouth fell open as Will's eyes filled with tears. They looked like the sky at the helm of a thunderous storm.

"Will," he said. He didn't know how to react, what to feel. His body was stiff, his arms suddenly too heavy. His hands hung limp at his sides.

"Alec, I know you have a boyfriend back home, but does he know you like I do? Have you been through such intensity as we have? Does he understand you the way I do? And you... can you say that you feel nothing here?"

Magnus flooded into Alec's mind. His smile, his laugh, his eyes, his heart. The night they met in that dingy alley, the bus ride, the supermarket, Taki's, Pandemonium, Ragnor's party, the plane, Magnus' bed, all their phone calls, all their shared whispers and intimate sweet nothings.

But then the world shifted as a pair of desperate lips descended on his own, fierce as the midnight, hot as the fires of the deepest pits of hell.

Alec fell into the darkness. He was lost in shadows and ash, a wild black yonder. His body burned as his core turned to ice. He tried to make sense of what was happening but suddenly breathing became impossible and the universe fell away and there were skilled fingers clawing at his shirt and his hands were tangled in soft hair and he was pulling hard, and someone's hands were on someone else's belt buckle and the air filled with harsh panting and moaned 'Oh God's!' and 'Fuck,' and just as quickly as the world had exploded, Alec tore himself away, slamming back into the light of day.

He flew as far away as he could, his back arching over the counter. He gripped the edge with shaking fingers. He breathed hard, trying to steady himself in any way that he could. Will stood back, in the entrance of the kitchen, the energy thrumming through his body emanating to the point where Alec could feel it within himself. Silence prevailed.

"Alec," Will said, reaching out.

Alec slapped his hand away and raised a finger to hold him back.

"No."

"Alec, please," Will gasped, coming closer, "I know you feel what I feel."

Alec shook his head, tears beginning to form in his eyes.

"No, Will. I don't. I'm sorry but I love my boyfriend. He does understand me, and he does care about me, and we have been though things way more intense than you and I ever have."

The insinuation of sex lay heavy on Will's shoulders. His lips curled into a snarl, and he tore himself from the kitchen, marching towards the door. He looked back at Alec with tears openly flowing, dripping like poison into a drink.

"I know you feel it, Alec. I can't deny it. And I don't think you can either."

Alec sighed and licked his lips, his breath ragged and afraid.

"Will," he said, steady as he could, "my boyfriend is coming here tomorrow."

Will laughed sardonically, his head falling back before he nodded slowly.

"Of course he is."

Then, without another word, another look or another breath, Will left.

Alec stood there alone, his head a frenzy of confusion, regret and pain. All he wanted was Magnus. All he needed was to be alone. All he tried to do was live. All he could do was stare into the abyss at the colossal mess he had made.

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Magnus strode through the hotel, dropping his bags in his room before heading to the one place he knew he could find the man he was looking for without having to ask for guidance. He didn't want anyone overhearing or interrupting. And he couldn't stomach seeing Alec before he had done what he needed to do.

It was a nice hotel, and the bar was amazing, as he walked through the doors and was greeted by the thick smell of bourbon. It took him seconds to identify his target. Sitting alone at the end of the bar, drink in hand, eyes like the devil and a wall of darkness all around him.

It had been many years since he had seen that face. But there it was, in the flesh.

His old friend, brother even. William Herondale.

Magnus crossed the bar and took up a stool beside the man. It was only 3pm yet the bar was surprisingly full, a fact that would work to Magnus' advantage. It was harder to be overheard in a crowd. Will didn't move when Magnus sat down, he didn't even seem to notice that there were other people around. Magnus knew Wil all too well, he knew his moods and his conflicts. He knew how deeply Will felt things, and how quick he was to lash out and overreact.

Magnus ordered a drink, Will continuing to pay him no mind, off in world of his own. Until Magnus turned to him and took a very deep, very controlled, breath.

"William," he said.

The man finally saw him. Those deep eyes widened, and those cherub's lips parted. There were tear tracks on his cheeks that seemed to dry in an instant.

"Magnus," he breathed.

Will looked like he was going to throw up. Magnus would have been offended if not for the fact that he knew the reasons why. He had wondered sometimes, how Will would react if he saw Magnus again. Although, it had never occurred to him how he would react upon seeing Will again.

In the moment, he did the only logical thing he could think of.

He slapped Will hard across his pale, angelic cheek.

The sound reverberated through the bar and people nearby gasped as Will cried out, clasping his cheek, his eyes wide with shock. The blossoming red print on his face brought a satisfied smile to Magnus' face.

The bartender came over and promptly took their drinks away, ordering them out of the bar.

Will tore himself off his stool and stormed out, his body radiating anger, buzzing with a physical force. Magnus followed in his wake, his own body thriving on the thrill. He stalked Will through the lobby and outside into the burning light of day. Will knew he was following; he steps slammed like the boots of a soldier, fury swirled in his stride, the heavenly rage of a fallen angel.

When he finally stopped walking past the pool and towards the gardens, Magnus stopped dead, waiting.

Save the singing of birds and low hum of nearby voices, there was no sound. No movement. Nothing but emotions thick as thunderclouds.

"Why are you here?" Will snapped.

Magnus snorted in a derisive laugh.

"We need to talk," he said.

"Well go on then. Say your piece, add to the fire. I fucking dare you," Will snarled.

Magnus laughed again and took a bold step closer.

"Oh, William, dramatic as always."

"Says you," Will said, glowering as the red handprint on his face burned in the daylight.

Magnus smirked.

"You need to stop," Magnus said.

"Stop what?" Will retorted, crossing his arms over his chest.

"What you're doing with Alec. It stops now."

Will stared at him, calculating, judging, reading Magnus as easily as the books he used to love. Slowly, he grinned. But not a friendly, understanding grin. A twisted, shark-like, threatening grin. Magnus fought the desire to slap him again.

"Oh," Will purred.

Magnus stared at him hard, his emerald eyes dark as the deepest forest.

"I see," Will said, smirking.

Magnus' eyes narrowed as Will put everything together in a split second. For all his woe-is-me and darkness, he was quick, whip-smart. He saw everything.

"So, you're the boyfriend back home? Wow, Magnus, punching slightly above your weight, aren't you? Even if he is ten years younger than you. I wonder, do the authorities know? Or are you keeping him a dirty little secret?"

Magnus snarled. How dare he talk about Alec? How dare he insinuate things he knew nothing about? How dare he use the title of a song Magnus wrote for the band to taunt him?

Will's face split into that grin again. Magnus flew to him, stopping inches from the shorter man's heaving chest. Magnus went in close, breathing the same air, their eyes at war, the sky versus the earth.

"Don't you dare say another word. You know nothing about us."

Will cocked an eyebrow.

"Don't I?" He asked.

"So, I don't know how Alec blushes when he's nervous," he said, holding Magnus' searing eyes with his own, "I don't know how he moves when he sings. I don't know how his skin feels, warm and slick with sweat after a show. I don't know how he whispers when you're alone together. I don't know how he tastes? I don't know how he tangles his hands in your hair and moans against your lips and sends you flying nine ways to heaven? I don't know him like you know him?"

Magnus couldn't breathe. He felt violated in the worst way possible. It was as if Will had reached into his chest, torn out his heart and was dissecting it in front of him.

Will smiled all the while, though his eyes swam, and his words became painful growls from deep within.

"You don't," Magnus choked out, praying for Will to be lying.

"Oh, I do."

Magnus gasped a cry and tore himself away from Will, not even bothering to pretend that the man had no effect on him. He ran back into the hotel, his eyeliner running down his cheeks, panting and heaving as he tried to escape the anguish. There was no way. No way Will knew Alec like Magnus did. No way.

Out by the gardens, Will sagged to ground, all air gone from his lungs.

He cried just as hard as Magnus. Gasping and groaning, cursing himself. He had no idea why he taunted Magnus like that, why he was so desperate to throw a wrench into Alec's life the way he had. He wished for the sweet release of death, for the ground to swallow him whole. He prayed for retribution, for escape, for punishment, for anything but the beautiful anguish inside.

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"Alexander!" Magnus yelled through the door, slamming his fist against the wood.

Ragnor had given him Alec's room details the day before. He had been planning on spending their first day together in two months in a very different way. But as it was, he was crying, pleading for the boy to open the door and tell him everything Will had said was a lie.

"Alec!" He cried and slammed his fist against the door again.

The next second, the door flew open and revealed that breath taking face. That honest, open, innocent face. Those glorious blue eyes and striking black hair. So like Will yet the furthest thing from him.

Alec's eyes blew wide, and he surged forwards to crush magnus in his arms. He dragged the man through the door and kicked it shut with a resounding slam. Magnus' tears dried as Alec took him over. He was everywhere, his touch, his taste, his ferocity and his gentle fingers. Magnus was all over him, clawing at his clothes, ripping them away, leaving nothing between them. After so long, he needed Alec, he needed his body, his heart, his soul.

Alec needed him just a badly. Gone was all pretext of talking, of the cute reunion, the light but world-shattering kiss. This was no what Magnus had planned or expected. It was hunger, it was rage, it was every pent-up frustration.

The air filled with the most elicit animal growls and moans, the sweetest kind of cries of pain. Their bodies burned; their minds melted. Magnus was on top of Alec within minutes, no time for prepping, he slammed himself inside, both screaming, neither stopping.

Magnus was laying claim to him. As he had done so many times over the phone. Alec had no doubts in his mind who he belonged to. His only coherent thought was Magnus. Magnus pounding him so hard he saw stars. Magnus clasping his hands so tight his fingers ached for freedom but clung on more. Magnus panting in his ear, Magnus biting his neck. The taste of Magnus' blood on his lips from a kiss that could only be described as trying to consume each other's souls.

When they screamed their way over the crest, blacking out from the sheer blinding beauty of the moment, the entire world fell away. For the first time in months, they could both breathe.

They came down from the high, tangled in bedsheets and randomly strewn clothes. Alec breathed harder than he had after any show. Magnus couldn't blink the stars from his eyes. Alec pulled his man as close as he physically could, mapping his form with a wonderous touch. They kissed, deep and long, languid and perfect. Remembering each other.

"Alexander," Magnus breathed, breaking their kiss.

Alec blinked and sat up, pulling Magnus with him. He took several deep breaths and stroked Magnus' cheek, relishing in the warmth of the man he had missed so much.

"Magnus," he said, the name sweet as candy on his lips.

"Alec," Magnus said, his tone shifting. Alec felt unease settle in his spine.

"Alec, I talked to Will."

Alec felt sick. His head swam. Things hadn't exactly been left on friendly terms between them that morning. He had no idea what Will had been thinking when he left. He could be capable of anything.

"Okay," Alec replied.

Magnus held his hand and looked in in the eyes.

"Alec, had anything happened between you? Anything that wasn't the kiss on stage or something Valentine made you do?"

Magnus didn't want to ask, the words were poison as they left his lips, but he needed to know. When Alec held his gaze, but did not speak, Magnus felt his heart shatter. His soul lifted from his body, and he became unmoored from everything he held dear.

"Magnus," Alec started.

But that was all it took. Magnus broke. He fell into a million little pieces that could never be put back together. The air was stolen from his lungs, his eyes stung with the cruel prickle of an unstoppable flood.

"No," he whispered, pulling his face out Alec's reach.

When Alec's gentle, calloused hand fell to the bed, empty and longing, Magnus cried.

"Magnus," Alec said again, scrambling after him as Magnus ripped himself from the bed, throwing his clothes back on.

"Magnus, please!" Alec said, his voice cracking under the weight of their shared grief.

He grabbed Magnus and pulled him close, their foreheads resting together. He stroked Magnus' cheeks, his fingers trying desperately to convey all his emotions. Magnus stood stoic, unmoving. Alec looked into his eyes and saw a pain unlike anything else. He hated himself for being the cause.

"Magnus please, we can get through this. Will doesn't mean anything to me. He kissed me, I pulled away. I don't feel... I don't... I need you! I love you! Please, baby, please listen to me."

Magnus shook his head, his blood a violent rage in his veins. He couldn't believe he was doing what he was doing. But he couldn't be hurt again. Not like this. Not by William Herondale. Again. He had to cut the tie now, before the pain became too much and neither of them could survive.

"Alec, this was always going to end. Why did we think this could work? We've been kidding ourselves."

Alec sobbed and grabbed Magnus' face with renewed fervour.

"No! God, no. No, Magnus, we haven't. This is real. This is worth fighting for. Please, Magnus, fight for us."

But when Magnus sighed and closed his eyes, Alec knew his world had just ended.

"I can't, Alec. We need to end this. It should never have happened in the first place."

Magnus sniffed and tried to pull out of Alec's grasp, but the boy surged up, catching Magnus in the most heart breaking kiss of his life. He tried so hard not to react, to hold himself back from feeling everything the boy made him feel.

"Stay with me," Alec whispered against his lips.

He moved in for another kiss, but Magnus was already gone. Without another word, or another look back at the love of his life, Magnus left the room. He made it to the elevator before he crumbled, tears that would never end burning tracks down his cheeks where moments ago, Alec held him. Where Alec would never hold him again.

Alec screamed into a pillow then threw it across the room. Then he threw the lamp and his phone and a chair and the bin and a towel and anything he could reach. He tore his own hair out and screamed at the universe. He thought he knew pain before, when he battled his feelings for Jace in a one-man war. But now, as darkness descended all around, Alec realised that he had never known pain. Not really. Because this was torture, this was hell. This was the end.

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A/N: Thanks for reading guys, I'll have a new chapter up soon