neuroticmuse413

BEHIND CLOSED DOORS

By NeuroticMuse413

 

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DISCLAIMER: All characters and original plotline are property of Cassandra Clare. I just borrow them and give them deep psychological issues for my own personal amusement.

 

SUMMARY: SLASH! Alec never came out to his parents and he and Jace never had their talk. Two years have passed since the finale to City of Glass and his secret affair with Magnus continues to grow, turning increasingly passionate. But, someone like Magnus was never meant to live in the shadows. When Jace asks Clary to move in together, it begins a series of events that tests once and for all the strength of their connection. Can they pull it back together? Does the world really need know what is better kept behind closed doors? ONE SHOT. BDSM, cutting, oral... NC-17.

 

AUTHOR’S NOTE: I feel like I need a shower after writing this. Seriously. I’ve never written anything this bold-faced dirty before, let alone slash. It’s considerably easier to write and definitely fun. This is for mature audiences only though so please be gentle. It’s my first time.

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“What did you tell them this time?” asked Magnus, running his long fingers under the rim of Alec’s sweater. It was the little gestures that had drawn Alec to him, that kept him coming back all those years ago. A soft stroke of the cheek, holding hands on the couch… It had seemed so pointless to Magnus then but now, he longed for those simple days again when Alec was still innocent and love didn’t hurt.

 

“Bookstore,” whispered Alec, lifting his arms over his head so Magnus could pull up his sweater.

 

He was out of breath, as usual, from running across town. Magnus loved watching his chest heave when he arrived, tasting his sweat when he kissed his cheek hello. Alec refused to kiss him on the mouth still. He’d once said, when all of this began, that he felt his touch on his body like warm fingerprints afterwards. If they kissed the way Magnus truly wanted, Alec was terrified the others could see it on him, like a mark of shame. Magnus had laughed it off, happy to kiss other parts of his body—parts more easily covered by clothing.

 

He let the sweater fall to the ground by their feet and continued to hover over his lips, their bodies mere inches apart. It always began like this. It was Alec’s fault they always took so damn long too start. Magnus thought he would have grown used to it by now but he was still fighting his desires.

 

Could it still feel so wrong? wondered Magnus as he pushed Alec back onto the leather couch.

 

A year ago, since the parties came farther and farther apart, he had invested in some halfway decent furniture. Black leather. It felt deliciously cool against his back and he loved watching Alec’s face the first time they had made love atop it. It was also very easy to clean up. They rarely made it to the bed though they somehow always ended there. Magnus even considered moving the bed downstairs into the living room.

 

“Stop,” said Alec as Magnus leaned him back onto the couch. His voice was husky, filled with desire, so Magnus just ignored him.

 

This was how the charade began. Alec liked thinking it wasn’t his fault, that he didn’t want it. Magnus hated this part. He snapped his fingers and two ropes appeared, wrapping around Alec’s wrists and crucifying him to the couch. He leaned his head back and let out a large sigh of relief.

 

Magnus hated it but he put his feelings aside every time for his lover’s sake. He undid Alec’s belt, not an ounce of enthusiasm left in his movements. The heat that radiated off their bodies, pulling them closer like gravity, went away as soon as the ropes appeared.  He pulled off the belt and set it aside for later. The pants shortly followed and Alec was left exposed on the cold leather couch, waiting for Magnus to take him.

 

Every time, Magnus took a second longer to shed off his own clothes. Once, Alec had watched him undress, desire flickering in his bright blue eyes. Once, he licked his lips and grew erect with anticipation. Once, they had been magnificent and effortless and forbidden.

 

What have we become?

 

Still, he bit his tongue, undressed, and walked towards the couch. He knelt down and pried Alec’s legs apart, running his hands up his inner thighs. He never saw the smirk on Alec’s face or the look of satisfaction as his lips found Alec’s cock and began to expertly suck. He settled for the tiny gasp and long-winded moan for his own excitement.

 

He didn’t wait for Alec to come, only to rise. He stood up and lifted Alec’s legs, resting them on his shoulders. Alec slid down on the couch, his eyes still closed. Magnus often wondered who Alec pictured while they fucked but he already knew the answer. Jace. He tried not to let the thought fester, should he hurt Alec more than usual.

 

His hands on Alec’s hips, he pushed inside roughly. The first time had been slow, but only the first time. The next time, Alec had begged for him—all of him. He alternated between short and quick to long, penetrating thrusts as they neared climax, his hand moving to Alec’s cock. Alec usually came first since his self control was non-existent. It used to last an hour. Now, they were down to ten minutes and Magnus knew he was to blame. He just didn’t want to hurt him anymore.

 

It had become evident after the first month that Alec liked pain. He liked the ropes to pull tighter the closer he came and he liked it when Magnus dug his nails into his thigh. One day in mid-winter, Alec had come straight from training covered in blood and dripping adrenaline. His knives hung from his waist. Before Magnus could tie him down, he handed him his favorite knife and smirked deviously. From the fire in his eyes, Magnus knew what he wanted done.

 

Since then, the knife waited for Alec’s bi-weekly visits on the coffee table, just within reach.

 

Magnus fell forward atop Alec’s chest, their breathing erratic and labored. He loved hearing Alec’s heartbeat flutter beneath him. A few minutes passed and, as soon as they calmed, Magnus moved to straddle him. He positioned himself and let Alec penetrate him. He didn’t wince or gasp or moan, not anymore.

 

He didn’t move, too happy to have Alec inside him. He could stay like that forever. Alec never seemed to complain that Magnus took his time to start again. After that first desperate itch was scratched, Magnus could do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted.

 

He took the knife and picked a rib. He usually went in succession, starting from the lowest rib up, and slowly dragged the tip a good three inches along the bone. Alec arched his back, willing the knife in deeper. He’d winced and screamed the first time, exciting Magnus beyond belief. Now, he gritted his teeth and kept the pleasure for himself.

 

Magnus bent down and licked the wound, stopping the bleeding with his saliva. It was a trick he’d picked up in the 1860s from a Romanian warlock. The pain remained but Alec wouldn’t bleed out.

 

“Now,” growled Alec and Magnus started rocking up and down along his shaft. He pressed his free hand on Alec’s chest, digging his nails and dragging down. He whined softly. A few minutes later, Alec came again and Magnus stopped dragging the knife, holding it down deeper and deeper.

 

Alec screamed and came again. Then, he opened his eyes and looked upon Magnus with a soft, calm smile and tired eyes. And Magnus remembered why he put himself through the misery of this charade.

 

The ropes disappeared and Alec reached up to Magnus’ torso to stroke playfully the defined edges of his muscles. He was still inside him, still straddled and still painfully hard. “I love you,” he said but Magnus could only feign a smile in return. He knew the statement was a lie, that it was the only way Alec knew how to thank him, but it didn’t matter. It still made his old heart sputter a little.

 

He tossed the knife aside and licked up all the blood as Alec ran his hands through his hair, moaning. Yes, this was always the best part.

 

But it ended much too quickly.

 

“I have to go,” Alec announced. He didn’t move but he was letting Magnus know that he would be moving in a bit. Magnus stopped licking and looked up at Alec’s lazy smile. They hadn’t even made it to the bed yet.

 

“Why so soon?” It was only six. He usually had him for another hour at least. They didn’t do much, maybe lounge around or talk over coffee and strawberries in the kitchen. Magnus wanted this to be a safe haven for him so he always came back. It had worked for two years but he knew it wouldn’t last for much longer, not with the way the heat was dwindling.  

 

“Jace invited us out to dinner. He has some news he apparently wants to give us,” Alec said with a casual shrug.

 

Magnus scoffed, cursing Jace’s name on Alec’s lips. He hated that Jace could go on with his life, be with the person he loved publically and whole-heartedly, while Alec pined for him in the shadows. His lover deserved better than that. Even if Magnus knew he wasn’t enough for Alec, he wanted him to have the best. Only the best didn’t want him. Magnus understood the feeling very well.

 

Alec stopped as he slipped his sweater back on and watched Magnus’ naked body lying limp on the couch. He had the strangest expression of angst and boredom and stared off at a corner of the loft. “What’s wrong?”

 

Magnus didn’t move. “Don’t worry about me.”

 

You never do anyway.

 

“Fine. We’ll be back tomorrow.” He bent down and kissed Magnus on the neck. “The guys will probably want to talk to you about the portal they’re taking next week to Idris.”

 

“Idris?” This caught Magnus’ attention. They hadn’t gone back to the city in a year, not since the Clave had become inter-species.

 

“They’ll explain tomorrow. You know they don’t talk to me about much.”

 

This was a lie, of course, Magnus knew. They told him enough. They just didn’t want him to know the pointless details that might affect the life they thought he was having elsewhere. After all, Alec never told them where he went every other day or who he was with. As far as his family knew, he liked girls and was secretly holding out for the white picket fence and matching knife set like Clary and Jace.

 

And Magnus was left alone. Again.

 

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“We’re moving in together,” Clary said with a huge grin, her hand in Jace’s atop the table. Jace was leaned back in his chair, his expression soft. Alec wished he could see some fear in his face, some sign that he should rescue him but nothing. Jace wanted this. He wanted Clary.

 

“When?” Isabelle squealed beside Alec. Simon glared wide-eyed, sipping his blood slowly to keep his mouth occupied.

 

Alec didn’t have the strength to keep silent. “Are you insane?” he screeched. Something flickered across Jace’s eyes. It was a plea, for Clary’s sake. For silence, but he wouldn’t have it. “You can’t just leave the Institute? What do you expect us to do when something happens? Put up a bat signal?”

 

Jace cleared his throat and leaned forward, his angelic face still calm and collected. His brow was creased ever so slightly, fear of Alec’s reaction. Still, there was no doubt in the decision. “We’re moving to Idris, Alec. That’s what tomorrow’s about.”

 

He gulped and covered his eyes. He knew an explanation was on the way.

 

“Jocelyn and Luke are already there. Simon’s there half the time with the Council, and I technically still own the Wayland plot. Since Jocelyn’s rebuilt the Fairchild’s, we’re going to rebuild the Wayland’s.”

 

“You’re not a Wayland! You’re a Lightwood!”

 

“I’m a Herondale, Alec, and we both know it. It doesn’t matter what I am. We’re nineteen. You’re almost twenty!” he shouted, finally shaken by Alec’s objection. How dare he even question his love for the family? Jace calmed himself and continued, “Clary and I have been together two years. Your mother can’t keep us in separate rooms anymore and we’re tired of running around after demons, never knowing if one of us isn’t going to make it back. We’re getting a house. We’re moving in together. And in a year or two, if I haven’t driven her crazy, I’d love to marry her.”

 

Clary’s eyes shot open and she tensed. Simon laughed at her reaction. Jace realized what he’d said and turned to her. Everyone turned to her. “You propose to me… at Nacho Mamma… through Alec?”

 

“Clary, I’m sorry—I didn’t mean—”

 

“Yes,” she whispered, staring at her cup of coffee. “I know you didn’t mean that but when you do, if you do, the answer’s going to be yes.”

 

The dinner ended quickly. Everyone went their separate ways. Isabelle, overtaken by glee and an internal ticking clock, took off with Simon. He’d been alone since Maia joined that other pack in Jersey. Werewolves weren’t exactly known for sticking around.

 

Alec thought about going to Magnus’. He made it halfway up the street to his loft when he heard the music going and the lights flashing. The trail of motorcycles and purple taxis was half a block long. A party, no doubt. He sighed and went to turn back when he saw a couple of vampires going at each other in the alley next to him.

 

Fuck it, he thought and got back on the path to the party. If he couldn’t have Magnus alone, he’d watch him from afar and dream. As soon as he got inside the loft, he realized he didn’t really care about Jace moving away. He was jealous that he couldn’t do the same. He couldn’t marry Magnus like he wanted. He couldn’t show to the world the man he’d loved for two years or claim him as his own. He couldn’t move into this god-awful loft and co-host parties full of people and things he’s never met and would probably never see again. He wanted to live. He wanted Magnus.

 

His eyes flew across the room, looking for purple hair. Magnus was usually near the door, greeting his visitors, but not tonight. He saw a light upstairs in the distance and ran up to the bedroom, his heart filling with hope of seeing Magnus again.

 

Then, he pushed open the door and his heart shriveled up a little. Magnus was spread out on the bed, staring up at the ceiling with an empty expression as a vampire sucked at his inner thigh. He moaned but stopped when the wood floor creaked beneath Alec’s feet. He sat up quickly, terror and shame overriding the emptiness.

 

“Alec, what are you—”

 

He didn’t answer, didn’t let him finish. He turned on his heel and ran down to the first floor and out into the street. Magnus thought about going after him but he’d been drained of energy. He could barely move. Alec didn’t understand. He didn’t know that this vampire didn’t mean anything, but Magnus also knew he didn’t care. It didn’t matter how many times he told Alec he loved him. Alec would never say it back.

 

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Alec slammed his bedroom door behind him and turned on the shower. He threw off his coat and shirt and sat on the edge of his bed, watching the steam gather under the bathroom door.

 

A soft knock came at his door and he instantly wished he’d locked it. “WHAT?” he called.

 

He looked up and found Jace standing elegantly before him in a cream-colored sweater. Alec really respected the way he stood, with such pride and composure. He, the wayward son, had his life completely together.

 

“I’m sorry you’re upset but we’re still going, Alec.”

 

Alec scoffed. “Do you think I give a damn about you two?” he growled angrily. “I just saw—”

 

Jace’s brow creased even more. He walked towards the bed and sat down beside Alec. “What did you see?”

 

Alec cursed under his breath. “I can’t tell you.”

 

“Is it about Magnus?”

 

Alec’s eyes shot open and he turned to Jace. Suddenly, he couldn’t be sitting and his heart was racing and he felt like he might vomit. “You don’t know what you’re talking about!”

 

Jace laughed. “Right… You go see him every week, Alec. Your excuses for leaving the Institute stopped being realistic months ago. I see your face every time we say his name. We all know. Your parents don’t but we do. Just tell me what happened already!”

 

Alec couldn’t decide what he was going to do. The sound of rushing water was playing in his head so he went to turn off the shower, splattering water all over himself. He grabbed a towel and dried his hair on the way back to the room. Jace was still sitting on the bed, waiting for an answer.

 

“What do you mean?” asked Alec. “What am I supposed to tell you?”

 

It wasn’t rhetorical. He was asking himself what he was going to make up now. But, no matter how much he tried to come up with an excuse, he saw no other way out than to tell him…

 

“The truth.”

 

“The truth isn’t so easy for me, Jace.”

 

Jace rolled his eyes. “Hey, man, I was there once. When I thought Clary was my sister, do you think I could even look at myself in the mirror knowing how I felt and how wrong I was to feel it? It’s not the same, I know, but I get it. And we love you anyway, no matter what.”

 

Alec sighed and stuck his head out the door to see if anyone was lingering in the hallway. He locked the door so he and Jace wouldn’t be distracted and went to sit on the overstuffed couch in the darkest corner. He didn’t want Jace to see the shame in his eyes.

 

“I’ve been fucking Magnus.”

 

There was a moment of silence. “Now now, that’s not true. Tell me the whole truth.”

 

“Dammit, Jace! I’m gay!” Alec hissed, standing up and pacing again before the bed.

 

Jace tried not to laugh. “No shit, Sherlock. You’re not telling me everything. What I mean is that if all you were doing was fucking him, you wouldn’t act this way.”

 

Alec stopped pacing and threw the towel in his hand off towards his bedside table, knocking over the unlit lamp. Jace stood and straightened the lamp, pulling the string to turn it on. Light flowed through the room, blinding Alec momentarily. When he opened his eyes, a very startled Jace was standing two feet away from him. He pulled Alec’s arm away from his side, getting a closer look at the scars across his bare ribs, surrounded by lighter, fading Marks.

 

“Did he do this to you?” Jace demanded, outrage in his voice.

 

Alec’s cheeks grew scalding hot, despite his clammy hands. “Let me go, Jace.” The truth was seeping out, all the little details. Alec never thought Jace would disapprove of his scars more than his entire relationship. “I asked him to do it. I begged him.”

 

Jace gulped, unable to wipe the disgust from his face. The idea that his best friend would demean himself this way was unbelievable. If he were being mistreated, Jace would do the only thing he knew to do. He’d gather his knives, his steles, and an army of Clave warriors to storm the loft and gun down Magnus. But, if Alec asked for it… what could he do? How could he approve of this?

 

“Why would you do this to yourself?” he asked softly, letting go of Alec’s arm.

 

“Because of you!” screamed Alec, tired of the look on his friend’s face. “Back in the day, it was always you who Marked me. Do you even remember life before Clary? I always told you the Marks hurt, that I couldn’t handle them the way you could, but you just told me to suck it up and take it. And I did. And I eventually liked it, because it was you burning me.”

 

Jace thought he was going to vomit but he refused to be blamed for this. It wasn’t his fault that he couldn’t return Alec’s feelings. He’d never led him on. He’d never said he loved him as anything more than a friend, a brother. But Jace also knew that Alec couldn’t help the way he felt. For all he knew, Alec couldn’t help the sad, lonely events that led him to seek shelter in Magnus’ willing knife.

 

“You don’t love me, Alec,” he said gently. He wasn’t sure if it was true but he had to try to end this brewing storm inside Alec. If he was ever going to heal, Jace was going to have to push him away.

 

“How can you say that?”

 

Jace took a step back, away from the light casting heavy shadows under his eyes. “You never did, Alec. You just liked me because I was safe. There was no risk. And then you never had to try to have a real relationship, because you could use me as an excuse. But too bad. You fell in love with Magnus anyway and I’m not going to let you ruin it.”

 

“That’s not true!”

 

“You don’t believe me?” Jace asked. “Fine. Go ahead. Kiss me right now.”

 

Alec gulped and lifted his head, ready to confront Jace no matter the cost. It didn’t matter if he lost his best friend. He was never going to admit he loved Magnus Bane, not after what he did.

 

“See?” said Jace smugly. “You don’t—”

 

Before Jace could finish, Alec crossed the space between them, took his collar, and pressed his lips to his. Jace didn’t know what to do. His hands balled up into fists at his side and decided to take it like a man and let Alec get it out of his system. He thought of Clary and it made the situation slightly less uncomfortable.

 

The kiss wasn’t long but it was forceful, painful. When Alec pulled away, he had the taste of Jace’s blood in his mouth. He took a step back and stared blankly at Jace, his eyes wide and his brow furrowed. “Uh…” he began.

 

Jace predicted the apology and shook his head, wiping his lips on the back of his sleeve surreptitiously. “Don’t worry about it.”

 

“How’d you—”

 

He gave an awkward laugh. “Of course you don’t love me like that, Alec! Eventually, people just want to be loved back. I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you about it sooner but hell, man. I didn’t expect you’d go as far as hurt yourself over this!”

 

Alec continued to stare. He had felt… nothing. And he couldn’t believe it. All those years dreaming of this moment and all he could see in the darkness, all he could think about as he kissed Jace, was Magnus’ catty smirk telling him he was wrong all along.

 

“Fuck,” whispered Alec, reaching for his shirt off the bed. He slipped it on, thanked Jace, and ran out of the Institute. Meanwhile, Jace went in search of Clary, feeling a sudden need to prove his masculinity.

 

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Alec found himself in front of the door to the loft for the second time that night. And for the second time, he debated going in. The adrenaline rush had died halfway there and his mind was still reeling on the fact that he’d kissed Jace.

 

The vampire bikes and the noise had gone. The loft looked like any other on the street, a sickening idea. Magnus was nothing like… well, anyone he’d ever met. He figured Magnus had probably found another party somewhere and the loft had been abandoned for the night. It was too late to go back so he pulled out his key from his jeans pocket and let himself in. He expected the loft to be dark but found small lamps lit throughout a rustling sound coming from the kitchen. As always, the house showed no evidence of a party though it wasn’t exactly clean. In fact, things were in labeled boxes throughout and he saw considerably less furniture lying around.

 

“Hello?” Magnus’ voice called from the kitchen. “Chairman, is that you?”

 

Alec looked around. The cat was lazily asleep atop a box labeled Recreational Knives. “It’s me,” he said, knowing Magnus could hear.

 

A glass fell in the distance and unsteady footsteps came up behind him. “I didn’t think you’d come back.”

 

Alec opened up the box and started pulling out knives onto the coffee table slowly, reminiscing each rendezvous the knives had witnessed. “From the look of it, you knew I wasn’t coming back. You’re all packed.”

 

Magnus set down the dish towel atop the knives and turned Alec so they’d be face to face. Alec wanted to gasp but restrained himself. Magnus’ make-up was gone. His hair was jet black and straight and hanging down over his weary eyes. He wore a gray T-shirt and black slack and he looked so young, so tired. His skin was eerily pale and, despite the peculiarity of his earthier look, Alec couldn’t help but notice how beautiful Magnus looked.

 

He reached up to caress his face and smiled sadly. Magnus looked stricken like he’d expected a slap instead of a caress. “Don’t look at me like that,” he whispered.

 

Alec took a step closer. “Was he the only one?”

 

Magnus, his expression innocent and vulnerable, reluctantly admitted, “No.”

 

Alec felt like someone had tightened their grip around his heart. His bottom lip quivered but he continued nonetheless. He had to brave the pain. He had to know. “Do you love any of them?”

 

Magnus scoffed and took a step back, turning around and picking up the rag again so he’d have something in his hands. He also didn’t want to look at Alec anymore. He didn’t feel the pain Alec felt. He was already numb from years of hurt.

 

“Alexander, how can you even ask that? What do you even care?”

 

“I want an answer.”

 

“You love Jace,” he practically spat. “You come to me because you cannot be with him. I get that. I accepted it. But I can’t have you, Alec. I can’t have you so I find my own amusement, my own meaningless toys who at least pretend to care. Now that you found out about them, I’m sure you’ll be ending whatever sick game we have so I no longer have any reason to stick around. Three hundred years of parties is quite enough and colors seem somewhat pointless without you.”

 

Alec’s bottom lip began to quiver so he clenched his jaw as tightly as he could to stop the tears. Men did not cry. He would not cry. “You always had me, Magnus. Every week, I came.”

 

Magnus laughed and stepped even farther away. As if pulled by the string that connected him, Alec followed him up the stairs to the bedroom. He wasn’t giving up.

 

“You came for the sex, Alec!” The anger was rising. The heat was being drained from their bodies by the possibility of loss and pain.

 

Alec grabbed Magnus’ arm and spun him around with great force. He wasn’t getting away, dammit. “Don’t make me say it, Magnus!”

 

Genuine surprise filled Magnus’ eyes. “Say what?”

 

Alec unclenched his jaw and loosened his grip. There was no strength left in him to fight back the truth. Realization spun the room. Magnus looked into Alec’s deep blue eyes and saw life. He saw a spark there that had only ever been reserved for Jace. Hope. Love? He couldn’t help but be attracted to it and stepped closer.

 

Alec closed his eyes and rested his forehead against Magnus’. Jace’s face was gone from the darkness. “He doesn’t mean anything to me, not anymore,” he whispered his confession. “I kissed him but all I saw was you.”

 

They didn’t move, barely breathed.

 

Magnus’ fists were clenched tightly by his sides. Alec’s hand caressed down his arm towards his left fist and settled there. “Please,” begged Alec. “Don’t go.”

 

He shook his head. “Alec, I—”

 

The desperation grew. “No! You can’t go, Magnus. Please! I promise I’ll properly introduce you to my parents and move out like Jace and Clary are doing. And I’ll learn to wear purple and glitter and I won’t kick Chairman Meow when you’re not looking. Please!”

 

Magnus smiled, despite himself, and leaned in to kiss him before remembering that Alec did not like to be kissed on the lips. Alec noticed the hesitation and, with a big bite of courage and an immense fear of rejection, plunged his lips against Magnus’. Something ignited inside Alec’s chest, possibly from a deadly combination of adrenaline, fear, and new lust.

 

But the kiss did not go further than that. He did not need to taste blood to feel the mutual pang of desire and Magnus didn’t need more than the simplest of kisses to truly know Alec loved him. His fists unclenched and moved up to cup Alec’s face, gently smoothing the hair back behind his ear.

 

They pulled apart slowly, reluctantly, and opened their eyes. “You don’t have to say anything,” said Magnus, a slow smile creeping up the sides of his bruised lips. “You don’t have to dye your hair or wear purple or tell your parents. You don’t even have to tell me you love me.”

 

“Why not?” He had to know what he’d done to merit such mercy.

 

“Because I could die happy after that kiss.”

 

Alec shook his head and whispered, so earnestly and easily that even he could not believe how well it flowed from his lips, “I love you… I needed to say it, even if you didn’t need to hear it. I love you.”

 

Alec wrapped his arms around Magnus’ neck and brought him closer again, their lips and tongues a tangled mess. The desperation grew deeper but it was too hard to break apart as though gravity had finally tied them together.

 

Magnus’ hands slid under Alec’s shirt as it usually did only this time, he went slow and carefully caressed every scar and curve of his waist on the way up. Alec then pulled away and said, “Wait.”

 

Magnus was about to open his mouth to speak when Alec pushed him back onto the bed. He straddled him and began to undo his trousers. These were much easier to handle than skin-tight rainbow leather pants and even the shirt too slid easily over his head. Magnus’ dark hair became askew, causing Alec to stop and smile in appreciation.

 

“What?” asked Magnus, never having seen this look on those blue eyes before.

 

“You are so beautiful.” Magnus laughed and propped himself up on his elbows. “I like you like this. I like being the only one to see it. Makes me feel like I finally know the real you.”

 

“And the real me is beautiful?” Magnus echoed in disbelief.

 

Alec nodded enthusiastically. “I am never putting clothes on you again.”

 

Magnus smiled in such a way that Alec had not seen in years. He looked so… happy. And Alec was suddenly filled with great remorse for all the selfish years.  He felt an overwhelming need to make it up to him, to give Magnus the night he kept hoping for all this time.

 

As Magnus watched, Alec slowly shed his clothes and stood bare and erect before him. He spread his arms and announced, “I’m yours.”

 

He bent down onto his knees and crept his hands up Magnus’ bare thighs. Magnus flinched, never having been on this end of the situation. Alec brought his lips to Magnus’ thigh and trailed long, sloppy kisses up to his dick. Spreading Magnus’ legs apart further, he brought his tongue to Magnus’ tip and licked playfully before he took him entirely into his mouth.

 

Magnus reached down and caressed Alec’s smooth hair, arching his back as Alec’s teeth found his base. He winced and Alec quickly retreated. “Did I hurt you?” he asked, frantic.

 

“I’m fine but you don’t have to—”

 

Alec shushed him and lowered his lips back down to Magnus’ dick, weary of his teeth. He began to suck and, with his hand around the base to steady himself, moved up and down. Magnus let out a low string of profanities, which Alec took as a good sign, and pushed Alec down himself.

 

Just as Magnus was about to burst, he pulled away and shook his head. Magnus clenched the sheets above him, pulling himself up. Alec picked him up by the waist and moved him atop the pillows, turning him around. Magnus got onto his knees and leaned his arms onto the pillows for support. Alec took hold of both his cheeks and spread them. He brought his tongue and rimmed Magnus from top to scrotum again and again.

 

Magnus shivered and Alec took it as a sign that he should seriously stop teasing. He ran one hand up Magnus’ spine, another up and down his cock, and entered him unceremoniously. There was no point in games and foreplay tonight. They had the rest of their lives for that. They both gasped loudly in ecstasy. This was the first time in a while that Alec entered him from this position and he’d forgotten how deliciously painful it was for both of them.

 

“Fuck me,” Magnus begged then and Alec sped up his thrusts as the sun rose over Brooklyn.

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