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Magnus stood in the doorway of his – second – guest room, staring at the sleeping warlock. She might be very young but she’d clearly been through a lot in her short life. She kinda reminded Magnus of himself actually. An orphan, left to fend for herself out here in the wilds of New York. Magnus thought back to his nine year old self, alone on the street and with no idea how to get by. Way too pretty for his own good, and so very small and thin. He might as well have had TARGET tattooed on his forehead.

The first time he had used magic had been completely accidental.

A man, in a back alley and him there, begging for scraps from his bin. The man smiled, kindly Magnus had thought, and asked the young boy to follow him.

Magnus had been so grateful.

So naïve.

So hungry.

The man had gone into his restaurant and returned with a full plate.

A burger and fries, steaming hot. Not leftovers, but a new plate.

Magnus had felt his tongue watering so hard he was afraid he might cause a puddle. The man handed him the plate and gestured for him to sit and eat. Magnus needed no further prompting, stuffing his face so fast he’d almost vomited it all up. Only he couldn’t do that to himself and forced his body to swallow everything back down.

“What a good boy you are, aren’t you?” the man had said.

Magnus had nodded eagerly.

“Yes, you are. Come here let me show you what a good boy you are.” The man had said, leaning down and pulling Magnus to his feet.

“Come on, stand here, let me look at you.”

Magnus had stood still, not really understanding what was going on. Why the man’s hands were lifting his threadbare t-shirt and ghosting over his ribs. Pulling him up close so he was flush against the man’s pelvis.

“Are you grateful?” the man asked.

Magnus tried to nod his head but there was nowhere for it to go, his head was so close to the man’s groin. He seemed to understand what Magnus meant though because he ran his hands through Magnus hair in a soothing gesture.

“That’s my boy” he said before his hand reached between them, unbuttoning his fly and shoving his dick in Magnus’ face. Before Magnus could so much as form a thought the man was pushing his dick against Magnus’ mouth, prying it open.

The low grade fear he’d been feeling spiked and something shot out of his hands.

A red light.

As it hit the man, he arched backward, mouth in a rictus as if he’d been electrocuted. Then he fell to the ground.

Magnus had stared in shock.

And then he had ran.

As he stared at Madzie, sleeping peacefully in the overlarge bed, he resolved that nothing like that would ever happen to her.

“She sleeping?” Alec came to a stop behind him, surrounding him with his presence.

“Yes.” Magnus turned around to face his boyfriend with a smile, “You tired? Ready for bed yourself?”

Alec was watching his mouth, eyes dark, pupils blown, mouth slightly open. When he got like this, Magnus was pretty sure he maybe heard one word in three that Magnus said.

“Yeah” he breathed and Magnus smiled. He had a feeling that ‘ready for bed’ did not mean ‘ready for sleep’.

“Okay then” he said taking Alec’s hand and leading him to his room. Jace was still staying in the other guest room but he was still at the Institute, probably trying to figure out a way to tell Clary that she wasn’t his sister. Magnus wasn’t complaining.

His feelings for Jace were ambivalent at best.

On the one hand, they had a lot in common – not just Alexander – for one thing they both went out of their way to keep their loved ones safe. And they both had a very pragmatic attitude toward things. The thought occurred to Magnus that maybe Alec had a type.

On the other hand, Alec. Jace had been his first crush. The man on whom he’d lavished his first feelings of lust, and love.

 Magnus was by no means threatened.

 Or jealous.

Okay maybe he was a little jealous.

But Jace was more than used to having 100% of Alec’s attention, and he treated him like it was his right to have that attention. Magnus did not like it. He tried to be okay with it, but the fact remained that Jace’s importance to Alec was something that he was still getting used to.

Still.

Alec had been very good about his relationship with Camille so he was ready to reciprocate and accept that the Jace-Alec relationship was going nowhere.

It did help that Alec had said that he loved Magnus.

It was too soon, no doubt about it, they had barely been together a minute. But Magnus knew that Alec meant it with all his heart. And he meant it too. Love just happened sometimes. It still boggled his mind that Alec had said it.

His mind kept going back to that moment then rearing back in shock.

If he had pearls he would clutch them.

Almost half a millennium looking and just like that, he’d found love.

With a shadowhunter!

Who’d a thunk it?

Magnus’ hand tightened around Alec’s and his boyfriend turned and smiled at him.

“You okay?” he asked.

“I am great Alec.” Magnus replied.

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He was standing on his balcony staring out into the night as he waited.

He was expecting them at any minute but it still made him nervous.

The seelies were some of the trickiest bastards in the business and the vampires were just…scary.

He was just a messenger though, and it was more than his life was worth not to get this thing done.

There was a knock on the door and the butler hastened to let his guests in. He fixed a smile on his face, and then turned around to face the room.
“Welcome. Good of you to come.”
“You didn’t leave me much choice.”
He inclined his head in agreement, “Nevertheless, thank you for joining me. Please. Have a seat. Can I offer you some blood?”
“No thank you, I just ate.”
He sighed inwardly, wondering why these downworlders were so stubborn. They made things unnecessarily hard.
“We are awaiting one more person, and then we can begin.”
“May I ask what this is about?”
He smiled, looking the vampire in the eye, “It’s about righting a wrong vampire. It’s about returning things to the way they used to be. Making New York Great Again you could say.”
“Is that so?” the vampire asked fangs showing.
“That’s so.”
Another knock on the door, and a new visitor came in.

And they were ready to begin.



Alec stretched his body in bed, feeling pleasantly sore.

He’d had no idea…none of his fantasies had even come close
Granted, Magnus was experienced.
Very experienced.
Alec didn’t like to think about just how experienced he was.
But still, that had been mind blowing.
Maybe it was because they were in love.
In love.
Angels! He was in love with Magnus Bane.
He felt as giddy as a human teenager; it was embarrassing.

Well there was nobody here to see but Magnus and he felt exactly the same so Alec wasn’t going to worry about it.
“Good morning pretty one.” Magnus said as the door open, “I brought you breakfast.”
Alec didn’t bother to turn around, simply closed his eyes in contentment, “You realize how silly it is for you to call me pretty.”
He felt the bed dip as Magnus sat down, placing something in between them, “Why is it silly?” he said like he didn’t know the answer.
Alec turned around on the bed, narrowly avoiding upsetting the tray of food that lay between them. He suspected he would have tipped it if it wasn’t supported by Magnus’ magic.
“You’re the prettiest person I’ve ever seen Magnus, and I know you know it.”
Magnus smiled that pleased smile he got whenever Alec said anything even remotely complimentary, “Why thank you Alexander. It’s good to know you think so. You’re quite pretty yourself so don’t put yourself down like that. I don’t like it.”
“I wasn’t putting myself down. I just…” Alec stretched out his hand and covered Magnus’, “I guess I’m saying that you’re the most beautiful thing in my life Magnus. And I want you to know it.”
Magnus’ whole demeanor softened and he smiled his soft smile at Alec. The tray in between them disappeared and he was leaning down eyes on Alec’s mouth.

Alec lifted his body to meet Magnus, closing his eyes and taking in sensation.

Kissing Magnus was always a trip, everything disappeared except the feel of Magnus’ lips on his, his tongue questing in Alec’s mouth, letting him take control but giving just as good as he got.

He was addicted to it; it was the most tantalizing drug.

It was all he could do to keep from kissing Magnus all the time.


He pulled the warlock on top of him, needing to have him close.

It had been like this since the thing at the institute had happened.

The desperation had yet to ease.

He hadn’t had enough yet.

He needed Magnus near him, beneath him, inside him, around him.
He needed Magnus!
He had thought that the feelings he harbored for Jace had been the strongest he could ever feel.
He was wrong.
Oh so fucking wrong.
He didn’t know if he was terrified or elated about it; but he knew it was too late to do anything except jump full bore into this and let the feeling bear him away.

He trusted Magnus to always catch him if he fell.


He had found The One.
And he hadn’t even been looking for him.
“Magnus” he murmured against the warlock’s lips, “Magnus.”
The warlock pulled back for a minute, eyes meeting his with the same intensity, “I know Alexander, I know.” He said.



“You hungry Madzie?” Magnus asked having emerged from his room to find the little warlock sitting quietly in his living room, staring out at the New York sky. She nodded her head but didn’t say anything.
“Would you like some hot chocolate and pancakes?” Magnus asked even as he headed to the kitchen. He watched her follow him as she nodded again.
“Will you help uncle Magnus make it for you?” he asked with a smile as he got the mixing bowl out.
She nodded again and he summoned a stool so she could climb up and be on level with the kitchen table. They were happily mixing ingredients, getting the batter everywhere when Alec ventured out of the bedroom in his sleep pants and a vest. He smiled wide when he saw them, coming over to see what they were up to.
“Morning Madzie. Did you sleep well?”
She turned to Alec and smiled, leaning over and hugging him.
“Oh. Thank you Madzie” Alec said his smile getting wider if that was even possible.
Magnus and Alec exchanged glances.
The domestic bliss in the air was diabetes-inducing in its sweetness but neither of them could muster up the energy to care.

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Cars were a mundane mode of transport. 

Most people in the shadow world preferred to portal or to walk. 

Still, what was the point of having millions of dollars if one couldn't indulge one's fancies?

And Magnus had some fancies.

His mother had been human and they had lived in the human world before she killed herself. They didn't have a car though. They didn't really have much.

So, on occasion, he liked to call for a car instead of portalling. A long, black, limousine with tinted windows and a fully stocked bar. It was really the only way to turn up to the club.

Alec had declined to join him.

Again.

He loved the boy with all his heart but he was a bit of a stick in the mud.

Not that Magnus was complaining.

He shuddered to think about all of....that, let loose in downworlder rave.

Everyone would be clambering for a piece. He was supremely glad that Alec had no interest in such things. He got to have him all to himself.

Magnus smiled as the limo slid to a silent stop at the door of the club. He put down his glass of champagne and waited for his door to be opened. The bouncer of the club obliged before his driver could so much as move.

"Mr. Bane. A pleasure to see you again" he said, his eyes widening with surprise.

True, Magnus had been out of sight ever since that thing with Valentine had began, but the rogue shadowhunter was in custody now. It was time to play again.

"It's a pleasure to be seen" he said with a smile as he swept past the bouncer, passing him a bill as he did so. He went up to VIP, watching the revelers on the floor, losing themselves in the music.

His phone vibrated in his pocket.

You being good?

Magnus read the text with an amused smile. Alec's possessiveness never failed to delight him. He clicked reply and typed out his answer.

Have we met?

He smiled, awaiting the meltdown.

Don't make me come over there Magnus Bane!

Magnus laughed out loud, tempted to tell Alec that he should definitely come over and keep him in line.

"Something funny?" someone asked and Magnus was startled that he hadn't heard approaching footsteps. He turned to face the honeyed voice but....

there was nobody there.

"What the fuck?" Magnus exclaimed to himself and waved his hand, yellow light emanating from his fingers, illuminating his surroundings and eliminating any concealment spells if present. The room continued to be empty.

"Magnus, are you losing your mind?" he asked himself.

His phone vibrated in his hand.

Still there loverboy?

Magnus stared at the message incomprehensibly.

"I don't think you are" the honeyed voice said again.

Right. Against. His ear.

He stared down at the text and then looked around, eyes narrowed. Something strange was going on and he did not like it one bit.

He turned to leave and found the waitress waiting with a tray of drinks in her hand. She smiled widely at him, placing the tray on the table and indicating that he should sit so she could serve him.

"It's good to see you again Mr. Bane" she said.

"You as well Bobbie."

She leaned toward him confidentially, "I have some guys and gals eager to join you if you'd like." she said.

Magnus hesitated but his phone was still clutched in his hand, Alec's unanswered text  open on the screen, "Not today Bobbie. Thank you. I'll just have the drinks and watch the floor show. Who do we have today?"

"A few shapeshifters, a were tiger from China and a kitsune."

"Oh, interesting selection."

"Yes you should stick around for the floor show. I hear it's going to be a doozy."

Magnus forced a smile. His heart was beating a bit too fast. He was perturbed at these goings on, didn't know what kind of witchcraft this was. But he was Magnus Bane. Nothing was beyond him.

"I will do that" he said settling on the red velvet throne like seat and letting her make him a martini.

She handed it to him, and retired to the back of the room, at his service for the entire evening.

He picked up his phone, stared at it, and then clicked reply to Alec's text.

Actually Alec, I would very much appreciate it if you came.

He hesitated before clicking send, wondering if he was over-reacting. But he believed in his instincts and they were telling him that something was severely wrong. Alec was home with Madzie, but then so was Jace. The parabati could handle a spot of babysitting, couldn't he? And if not, he could always call Clary. If he needed an excuse...

His phone shook in his hand.

On my way.

He didn't ask any questions, he just came. It was scary to think about sometimes, how in tune they were with each other.

He sat back, feeling better knowing that Alec was coming, but braced for the Voice again. Nothing happened and he watched the dancers below, contorting themselves on the stripper poles, performing impossible acrobatic feats and sexy provocative dance moves. 

Magnus could dance with the best of them.

From the ages of fourteen to seventeen, he'd done his own stint on the stripper pole. It was better than walking the streets and gave him time to practice his magic during the day. By the time he was eighteen he was able to peddle his magic for sustenance and leave the street life behind forever.

The lights dimmed, and the room went dark.

Magnus sat up straighter.

The floor show was about to begin.

He was expecting the Voice to say something to him in the dark but it was silent. Then the spotlight came on, illuminating a solitary red shiny sequined leotarded figure on the stage, legs in a split, head down.

Magnus smiled. 

And then she whipped her head up and his heart dropped to his feet.

It was Camille.

"Magnus, what's going on?"

For a minute he thought it was the Voice until a hand landed on his shoulder. He turned around to find Alec standing behind his red velvet throne, staring down at him.

He opened his mouth and closed it again. He had no idea what to say.

Alec's eyes left his and landed on the stage, where 'Camille' was contorting her body in impossible ways.

"There's no way it's her" Alec said saving Magnus the trouble.

"Yes. It must be a shape shifter."

"But why would a shape shifter turn into...her? Is it a demon?" Alec grimaced as she turned around facing their balcony and blew Magnus a kiss.

"We should leave" Magnus said.

Alec hesitated, watching Camille like he'd like to jump down there and kill her.

"Alec?!" Magnus called, pulling him toward the door.

Alec reluctantly turned away and followed him.

"Leaving already?" the Voice said and Magnus came to a stop. He turned to Alec.

"Did you hear that?" he asked.

"Hear what?" Alec said reaching out to cup Magnus' elbow and lead him out of VIP.

"Nothing." Magnus said and let himself be led.

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He portaled them directly to the bedroom after sending the limo away. They had much to discuss and neither little warlocks nor cockblocking parabatis could participate.

He whirled around to face Alec as soon as they landed, face pale and perturbed.

"Alec, did you hear any voices when we were in the club?"

Alec gave him that look of utter concentration like he didn't want to miss something or misunderstand what was being said, "I heard plenty of voices." he said.

"I mean in the VIP when we were together. Did you hear anyone speak as we left?"

Alec took a step closer, eyes intent, "Saying what?" he asked.

Magnus shook his head, turning away wondering how to explain this. It never once occurred to him not to say anything; that just wasn't how they worked.

"Magnus?" Alec said impatiently from closer behind him than he'd been.

"I'm trying to think how to explain this."

Alec walked around him, sat down on the bed and pulled him down next to him, "Just tell me." he said.

So Magnus did.

Alec looked deep in thought, "That is strange." he said.

"Yes." Magnus agreed.

Alec regarded him with a raised eyebrow, "And you don't know what this is? Haven't come across it before or heard of it?"

Magnus shook his head slowly, even as he thought about it. It was strange, and very rare, for him to encounter anything new considering how long he'd been alive. That was the most perturbing thing about the whole situation.

"I might have thought that maybe they put something in my drink but...I think I heard it before I drank anything."

"Is there a way they could have infected you before that? Apart from me, who knew where you were going?"

Magnus' brow furrowed as he thought hard, "No one. Just you."

"What about the limo company?"

Magnus eyes widened with a thought, "The champagne in the car..." he speculated, "But what kind of drug..."

"Lots of hallucinogens out there."

"True."

"I mean look at Isabelle with her yin fen. Drugs are everywhere." Alec said.  His face tightened with annoyance as it always did when he thought about how his sister had been hooked on vampire venom. She was getting better, checked into a medical facility to help her detox.  It was hard to watch though.

Magnus covered Alec's hand with his, "True. Lots of hallucinogens out there; Iris used just such a spell to bewitch you guys during Max's party. But one strong enough to work on a warlock like me? Oh no, that narrows it down a bit."

Alec turned his hand so he could take Magnus' , "Narrows it down to what?"

"That my dear Alexander, is the question."

Alec's eyes were on him, intent, brow furrowed in worry. Magnus regretted that he was the one who put that worry there. He leaned forward and kissed the lines on Alec's forehead, and just like that, they smoothed out. Below him, Alec's lips stretched in a smile. Just what Magnus liked to see...

He sat back with a smile of his own, quite pleased with himself so that's what he blamed for not noticing Alec's lips follow him until they'd covered his mouth. He had no problem kissing Alec. It was one of his top three favorite things to do. Alec kissed like he was suffocating and Magnus held all the oxygen on earth between his lips. 

Magnus let him lick and taste and bite, growing ever more confident every time they did this. Suddenly Alec pulled back, Magnus unconsciously following, eyes closed.

"I want to make love to you so bad Magnus" Alec said, "Can I?"

Magnus smiled reaching out for his shadowhunter and pulling him by his shirt - the way Alec liked to do to him. He captured Alec's lips in his, being the aggressor for once. Lips still glued together, he got up in a crouch so he could throw his leg over Alec's hips and straddle him. Then he proceeded to maul his mouth with intent. 

Alec's arms closed around his waist, pulling him in so tight he could barely breath. He wasn't sweating it though, if it got too bad, he could always borrow some oxygen from Alec's lungs. God knew his tongue was almost touching them, he was that far inside Alec's mouth.

Alec groaned, grinding his hips hard into Magnus. His hardness was like a hammer pounding against the layers of cloth between them, trying to bore through them by sheer force of will. Magnus wished it would succeed. He had no desire to move. He thrust against Alec, making him groan directly in his mouth, causing strange vibrations that did things to him.

Who knew kissing could be so erotic?

Wait.

That would be him.

He knew.

He'd been looking for someone to make this a reality with for the greater part of a thousand years.

He was so glad he hadn't given up hope!

Reluctantly, he disengaged his lips from Alec, who made a sound of protest as their lips stopped touching.

"We need to get naked" Magnus said. His voice sounded like he'd been shouting for hours.

"Yes" Alec said, barely even a word - he was breathing so hard and fast. He fumbled with his shirt, making absolutely no progress in getting it off. Magnus was never gladder than now that he was a warlock. With the flick of his wrist and a word, their clothes were gone.

"Oh thank the angel" Alec said before his mouth was back to devouring Magnus'. There was nothing stopping their extremely hard dicks from rubbing against each other now and before he knew it, Magnus was flying through the air as Alec flipped him over and under him, without once separating from his lips. It was a feat worthy of Casanova - not that he was going to mention that to him...

His fingers were questing between them, clumsily seeking, lubeless and dry. His pupils were blown wide, veins bulging at his temples, lips wet and eyes dark with lust. Magnus didn't have the heart to stop him in order to search for lube.

He waved his fingers and Alec's fingers were thickly coated. The shadowhunter grunted in acknowledgement and belated realization of his oversight. Didn't stop him from digging his fingers in Magnus hole, two at once as his whole body strained with the need to possess.

 Magnus wanted to touch him, run a hand down his back soothingly, but he knew - from experience - that it would just up the ante even faster. Alec had yet to learn to control himself, rein in his passion and draw out the pleasure. He made up for it with an extremely fast recovery time and an over eagerness to please. 

"Take me shadowhunter" Magnus whispered in his ear and Alec made a pained noise and his hips jerked like he would come there and then. 

Again, not for the first time.

He managed to line himself up and push into Magnus though, making tiny mewling noises like it was costing him everything he had to hold back. Magnus surged upward, taking all of him in, in one go and the sound Alec made this time simply could not be described.

Sometimes Magnus wondered how he'd ever lived without those sounds before.

Alec was murmuring nonsense in Magnus ears as he thrust into him, as deep as he could go and then out again. He caught maybe one word in four; love, you, much, live, you, baby in no particularly order. It didn't matter really.

He knew what Alec was saying.

Right back at you my love.

 

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The man looked up at the tall brownstone, watching lights go off in the apartment. Phase one complete; the warlock was perturbed.

Now they had to escalate that worry and fear. He turned to his side and nodded at the shadowy figure at his side. The figure extracted a stele from his back pocket and activated a rune on his hand. Then he leapt into the air and disappeared into the night. The man turned away. It would not pay to be found here.

Alec was instantly awake, his feet already out of bed even before he knew what he was doing. He grabbed his bow and arrow and padded noiselessly to the next room. He could feel a presence over his right shoulder. He didn’t need to turn to look, to know that it was Magnus.

The warlock took a step in front of Alec, taking the lead. Alec wanted to grab him and push him behind him but he knew better than to do that. Whatever was in their house, was strong enough to have broken through Magnus’ security, which meant, that whatever it was would probably take them both to annihilate. Alec took the step that brought him right to Magnus’ side and they paused in the hallway, listening.

A heavy object falling in Madzie’s room had them both turning in that direction. Alec ran softly toward one side of her door while Magnus took the other. Their eyes met and Alec gave a nod. Magnus eased the door open with his magic and they both stepped in the room, Alec with bow drawn and arrow notched, Magnus with hands ready.

There was a man, on the floor of the room. He was dressed all in black, including a mask. Madzie was kneeling on her bed, scarf off, expression scared.

“He tried to grab me” she said, her voice shaking.

“Oh honey” Magnus said hurrying to wrap his arms around her and lift her from the bed.

“What’s going on?” Jace whispered from the doorway.

“We have an intruder” Alec replied, “Come on, let’s take him out.”

Magnus held Madzie, swaying softly with her in his arms while Jace and Alec carried the intruder out. They didn’t know if he was dead or just unconscious but they figured it was best to check somewhere other than Madzie’s room.

They took him to Magnus’ study and laid him out on the couch. Alec reached for the edge of his turtleneck and pulled it down so he could check the man’s pulse. He stopped abruptly when he saw the shadowhunter rune on his neck. He and Jace exchanged glances.

“Circle member?” Jace asked.

Alec checked the other side of the man’s neck for a circle rune but found none.

“Now here’s a mystery if I ever saw one. Why are shadowhunters breaking into Magnus’ and scaring little girls?” Jace asked.

Alec was silent, but his frown deepened.

“What Alec? What aren’t you telling me?” Jace asked.

“It’s alright Alec, you can tell him” Magnus said from the doorway. His arms were free of little girls so the parabatis assumed he’d soothed her back to sleep.

“This isn’t the first attack tonight” Alec told Jace.

“What?” Jace asked, arms folded, looking from one to the other.

“Magnus was attacked in the club tonight.”

“We don’t know that it was an attack.” Magnus said waving his finger in front of his face.

“I think we can be pretty sure.” Alec replied going to stand near his boyfriend.

“What kind of attack?” Jace asked.

“I think I was drugged.” Magnus said.

Drugged? Is that even possible?” Jace asked.

“Apparently so” Alec said.

“So what do we think is happening?” Jace asked.

“That’s the question” Alec replied.

“Is he alive?” Magnus asked.

Jace leaned forward to take the man’s pulse, “It’s faint but…he has a pulse.” He said.

“Good. Let’s ask him then” Magnus said coming forward with a flourish of fingers. “First things first, the mask comes off.”

He made a shooing motion and a white light burst from his fingers, eliminating the man’s mask. His face was hanging downward so they still couldn’t see who it was.

Magnus took the two steps that landed him straight in front of  the man while Alec followed behind. He took the man’s chin in his hand and lifted it and they all peered in for a look.

 

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"Really?" Jace said with an annoyed huff as he saw who it was.

"What he said" Alec agreed.

Magnus smiled but it was not with happiness, "My dear Raj", he said, "You are not looking well today."

He snapped his finger and the shadowhunter awoke with a jerk. He looked around him frantically as if expecting to see something other than Jace, Alec and Magnus in front of him. 

"What are you doing?" he asked pulling at his restraints.

Magnus stepped forward, elegant even in his sleeping pants, "Oh no darling, you have that backwards. The question is, what are you doing?"

Raj stared at Magnus like the warlock had lost his goddamned mind, "Magnus, release me at once. The clave will not be happy about this!"

"Is that so? And what will they say about Shadowhunters breaking and entering and trying to harm little girls?" he growled.

"What are you talking about?" Raj asked looking honestly puzzled.

"Enough of this" Alec said stepping around Magnus and grabbing Raj by the throat of his turtleneck, "Tell us what you're doing or I-"

"You what Alec? Will you kill a fellow shadowhunter? Has fucking this warlock made you forget all our laws?" Raj asked.

"Okay that's it" Jace said flanking Alec and grabbing Raj by the hair, "Who sent you?"

Raj gritted his teeth in pain but didn't back down, "I do not know what you are talking about." he bit out.

"If you don't know what we're talking about what are you doing here?" Magnus asked from in between the parabatis.

Raj opened his mouth to retort and then closed it again, looking stumped, and then thoughtful, "I...don't know" he said.

"What do you mean you don't know?!?" Alec growled pulling his turtleneck tighter and choking the breath out of him.

"I...I don't know!" Raj said and he began to hyperventilate. Magnus reached out, placing his hand on Alec's tricep.

"He's telling the truth" he said.

"How could he be? Is it a spell? A potion? What?" Alec asked, moving closer to Magnus so the latter didn't have to relinquish his grip on Alec's arm.

Magnus raised his hand and ran it down Raj's body while the hapless shadowhunter stared at him. 

He nodded his head at the end of it.

"Definitely a spell" he said.

"So we know a warlock's involved." Jace said.

"Yes indeed." Magnus agreed, already mentally running down possible candidates.

"Magnus, what-" Alec began coming to stand in front of his boyfriend. Magnus placed a hand gently on his chest to stop him, and derail his panic.

"Not now. Perhaps Jace would be so kind as to escort Raj back to the institute and turn him over to the relevant authorities?" Magnus said. Jace nodded and pulled Raj roughly to his feet.

"Meanwhile you and I Alexander, have a child to comfort" he said leading Alec back to their bedroom after opening a portal for Jace.

"Magnus-" Alec began again, worry threading every syllable.

"Shh my shadowhunter. Let's sleep on it, think on it, we'll discuss it later. Madzie needs us now."

Alec sighed but relented, going into the room and picking up the little girl sitting up anxiously on their bed, waiting for them. He dived onto the bed, picked her up and threw her in the air to make her laugh.

"Who's a perfect little girl" he asked making a raspberry on her stomach. Madzie giggled quietly as Magnus looked on with a smile.

 

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Magnus’ eyes opened abruptly and he was instantly alert. He listened intently in the still dark bedroom for whatever had triggered his wakefulness but the night was silent around him. He turned his head, watching his family sleep beside him piled together like puppies. Alec did not so much as stir and neither did Madzie.

He turned to the other side and looked around the room. Everything was in its place and nothing seemed different. He got up, careful not to disturb his bedmates and padded softly out of the room. He looked across toward Jace’s room, wondering if perhaps there was a girl in there; maybe he’d heard them talking? But Jace wouldn’t bring a girl back with him – not tonight when someone had tried to break into the loft. He was not that careless.

He turned toward the balcony.

A dark silhouette stood, framed by the lights from the city. Magnus stared, not sure if he was hallucinating again or if what he was seeing was real. He walked slowly toward it, hands at the ready.

The figure was smaller than he, womanly in shape; her  hair fell like a cascade down her back and that silhouette…

That silhouette was familiar.

Was he hallucinating again?

“Magnus my love, it’s good to see you again despite how things ended the last time we were together” she said.

“You are not real” he replied.

She twirled around with her signature flair and smiled at him, vampire fangs gleaming in the dark, “Would you like to test that theory Magnus?” she asked.

“How did you-” He began in disbelief.

“I have friends in high places.” She replied stepping toward him. He stepped back.

“Magnus..what are you doing?” she asked, reaching out with one long manicured finger and running it down his chest. He took another step back.

“Was it you? Did you do something to Raj? Send him here?”

Camille laughed, “I don’t much like shadowhunters, even if they’re blood does taste excellent.”

“Then…?” Magnus asked frowning.

“God Magnus, so many questions. Don’t you think there are more fun things we could be doing right now?”

“Fun, like what?” Magnus asked, his suspicions growing.

With super vampire speed Camille was by his side and her tongue was halfway down his throat. Her arms went around his neck and held him still, using all of her vampire strength to keep him where he was.

“Magnus!” Alec cried from down the corridor and Magnus jerked his head back to look at his boyfriend. He had literally no words or thoughts on what to do. This was the second time Camille had engineered this particular scene.

Magnus was embarrassed.

Fool him once, okay fine. But twice? He was slipping big time.

He moved out of Camille’s arms and went to stand next to Alec.

“Alec. You know-”

Alec paid him no mind stepping around him to stand between him and Camille, “What are you doing here and how did you escape from the Clave?” he growled at her.

Camille gave her cat got the cream smile and took a step toward Alec, “They let me go” she said as she came right up to him, “And now I’ve come for what’s mine, so I suggest you go back to the institute where you belong. You’re fighting outside your weight class.” She stuck out her tongue and licked a stripe up Alec’s naked chest.

“Mmmm” she said, “I do see the attraction Magnus, but don’t you think it’s time you let the child go back to his kindergarten class.”

Alec straightened up and sneered at her, “Leave my house” he said stepping aside and pointing to the door. Magnus took a step so he was beside Alec, leaving the way clear for Camille to walk to the door.

Camille hesitated and then whirled around and began to saunter slowly to the door, “This isn’t over” she said before stepping out and letting the door slam behind her.

Magnus turned to face Alec, “Clearly I need to strengthen my wards and tweak my security. It’s like a train station in here tonight.”

Alec was just looking at him.

“Why did you let her kiss you Magnus?” he said.

Magnus tilted his head and looked up at Alec, “You know I didn’t let her do anything. She startled me.”

“How many times in your life is she going to startle you?”

“One too many obviously.”

Alec snorted.

“Are we fighting about this?” Magnus asked.

Alec hesitated and then shook his head, “No. That’s what she wants.”

Magnus reached out and ran a hand down Alec’s chest where Camille had licked him, “True” he said, “Do you want a drink? I’m having a black Russian.”

“No I think I’ll just drink some water.”

“To each his own Alexander.” He said going around to his minibar, retrieving two glasses and filling one with water. He made up his black Russian before coming to give Alec his glass. They toasted and drank, Magnus looking thoughtful.

“Something’s afoot. And I feel like we have only a small window of time to figure out what.” He said.

“Yeah. I got that itching feeling in my neck like people are watching me” Alec said.

“Seems to be a coordinated effort too. A warlock’s involved, maybe even..the Clave?”

“No.” Alec said draining his glass.

“Alright. How else could Camille have gotten free?”

“And more importantly what does she want?” Alec said instead of answering the question.

They took seats next to each other on the couch, both thoughtful. They sighed simultaneously.

“I could think of ten things I’d rather be doing than dealing with this right now.” Alec said.

“Oh yes? Like what?” Magnus asked turning to him with a smile.

Alec met his eyes, “You know what.” He said.

Magnus’ smiled widened, “I do indeed.”

 

Chapter Text

"What did you have in mind" Magnus asked.

Alec smiled.

And then frowned.

"Did I tell you that my dad is cheating on my mother?" he asked.

Magnus frowned in turn, "No...and I don't understand why you're telling me now."

"I'm telling you because cheating is very close to home for me right now."

"And I'm Magnus the hedonist right?"

Alec sighed, "I'm not saying that-"

"I know you're not. You're saying it would hurt you if I did cheat. I understand Alec. I hope you understand that I would never-"

"I do. I know that you feel the same about me that I do about you but...sometimes..."

"Sometimes it seems a little tooo easy between us?"

"Yeah and-"

"You're waiting for the other shoe to drop?"

"Exactly."

"Imagine how I feel. I've lived it."

"You mean with Camille?"

"I mean with every failed relationship I've ever had. With every time what I thought was love turned to ashes. Alec...I-"

"I know. Me too."

Magnus face suddenly transformed into a naughty smile, "But you were saying something about ten things you'd rather be doing...?"

Alec returned his smile, dropping his eyes briefly to Magnus' mouth and then back up to his eyes. There was the faintest flush to his cheeks, "There are children in the house."

Magnus snorted, "Since Jace moved in, there are always children in the house."

Alec's gave an amused smile and a side eye, he knew of Magnus' jealousy of Jace, but chose not to mention it. He did think it was kind of cute though. And evened them up a bit because he had 17000 nameless people to be intimidated by and a very alive, well and immortal Camille trying to take his man. Over his dead body of course.

 "You're cute when you're jealous" he teased.

"Jealous? I have no need to be jealous do I?"

"Not at all."

"Good."

They regarded each other, both feeling that pull like an invisible string drawing them closer to each other. They didn't do anything about it though.

Yet.

"You know I've been meaning to ask you something."

"I'm an open book Alexander. Ask away."

"You have all this experience..." Alec looked away, the blush in his cheeks getting stronger. 

"Yes?" Magnus encouraged putting a hand on Alec's knee.

"But you...er..."

"I what Alec?"

"I mean...when we..."

"Make love?"

"Yes."

"Are you saying you want me to....use my experience?"

"Yes! I mean I know you know a lot of things but..."

"I let you lead."

"Yes."

"And you want me to lead?"

"Yes."

"Okay, what did you have in mind Alexander? Keep in mind there's a child in our bed as we speak."

"Sex talk."

"Mmmm. interesting thought" Magnus unfolded himself and moved closer to Alec, leaning his back against Alec's front as the shadowhunter's arm went around his shoulders. 

"Have you ever...flirted with anyone Alec?"

Alec hesitated before saying, "No."

"Mmm, so tell me something Alec."

"What?"

"Something you like about me. It doesn't have to be physical or emotional. Whatever you like."

"Okay...I er, I like your eyes."

"Mmm."

"Your real eyes Magnus. I think they're badass."

"Go on." Magnus said squirming closer to his boyfriend.

"And your shoulders."

"My shoulders?"

"Yes. They're...broad and...beautiful. they make even the most ordinary shirt look sexy."

Magnus giggled. He could hardly credit the sound coming out of his mouth but it was most definitely a giggle.

"Continue" he said.

And your hands...angels Magnus, I worship your hands!" Alec said taking said hands in his and running his fingers reverently from tip to wrist, "So delicate, yet strong, beautiful and manly too. I love your nails, and your nail polish, and the way you twirl them about when you do your magic, " Alec touched Magnus' hands to his mouth while the warlock watched, mouth open. It had to be the most Alec had said in one sentence, ever.

Alec turned Magnus' hands in his, kissing each finger with his eyes closed. It was the most curiously erotic thing Magnus had witnessed in a while. He found his breath coming short, as if Madzie had sucked all the oxygen from the room. 

"For someone with no experience you're quite good at this flirting thing."

"Okay but is that the same as sex talk."

"No but it relaxed you enough to be able to go on to sex talk right?"

"Teach me."

Magnus turned in Alec's arms, looking up at him.

"Do you know what I thought the first time I saw you?" he asked.

"No. Tell me."

"I thought...'By the new gods and the old, someone took all my fantasies and remade them into that fine package. Now all I need is for him to bend over so I can split him open like the finest peach'"Magnus said not looking away from Alec's eyes. Alec's face was on fire.

"And then you picked up the sword and I knew you for a shadowhunter...and I knew that you would remain nothing more than that - a fantasy."

Alec's mouth was open like he wasn't aware of it, "Yet here I am."

"Yes. Here you are" Magnus agreed, caressing Alec's jaw with his hand. His eyes traced the motion of his hand and then continued up Alec's face until he met his eyes again.

"The second time I saw you, I knew that I would bed you." he said as his hand traced Alec's chest in slowly maddening whorls, seemingly aimless but getting closer and closer with each circuit to his pleasure trail. Alec's hips canted upwards involuntarily at Magnus' words.

"Ah ah" Magnus whispered close to his ear, "We're just talking."

"Sometimes..." Alec said and swallowed, his voice trailing off.

"Yes" Magnus said against his skin. Alec swallowed again.

"Sometimes I wonder at this feeling. This feeling of want that assails me when you're near Magnus. It's all I can do not to..."

"Jump me?" Magnus asked with a grin.

"Yes" Alec said sounding desperate, "what you do to me Magnus...it's not...is it normal to feel like this?" 

"Like what Alec? Describe it to me."

Alec's head dipped shyly but Magnus wouldn't let him look away, "it's only me here Alec. Tell me."

"You said once, that my heart beats faster when you're near. That's true but also...my hands. My hands shake and my vision blurs and my chest swells. I can't breath, sometimes I can't even think. Can't take my eyes off you. Can't get you out of my head. Not for one minute. You're the first thing I think of in the morning, the last thing at night. You're interwoven in my dreams Magnus. I think I'm obsessed. I feel like if I could, I would incorporate you within my skin, so that you'll always be near. I'm crazy Magnus. I'm totally mad."

"Well, Alice in Wonderland did say that all the best people are bonkers."

Alec hit his arm lightly, "I'm being serious Magnus."

"So am I. It scares me sometimes, how honest you are about your feelings Alec. It makes me feel flayed raw and open; like it's my feelings that are left out in the open for anyone to stomp on if they choose. Sometimes it feels like too much."

"And so you make a joke."

Magnus smiled at his understanding, "Yes I do."

They regarded each other seriously.

"I want to kiss you now." Magnus said.

"But we haven't finished with the sex talk!" Alec protested.

"Just a kiss my shadowhunter."

"Alright" Alec capitulated leaning in.

The front door slammed and Jace walked in. 

"Oh you're awake. Good. We need to talk about what all that was about." he said.

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Meanwhile, in Idris...

"Maryse..."Robert said with a sigh as his wife huffed her way through her latest complaint.

"We have to do something Robert. People are talking." 

"People always talk."

"Well...not about us. Not like this. Have you seen how they look at us? With pity in their eyes, but smugness behind it like 'Oh look, your perfect son isn't so perfect after all how sad!' but not really. They're happy at our misfortune."

"I'd hardly call our son falling in love misfortune."

"In love with a downworlder. A warlock. Magnus Bane!"

"I know my dear. But there's not much we can do about it now." Robert stood up as he put his cup of tea down, "I have to go."

Maryse looked up at him in disbelief, "Already? We just sat down. You're not going to leave me with this restaurant full of people are you?"

Robert huffed in irritation, "Maryse honestly what do you think they will do? It's not like they're a pack of wolves..."

"Oh don't remind me. More downworlders! This is going to end badly. Nobody approves of it."

"I know Maryse. But this is out of our hands now. Alec is an adult. He's free to do as he chooses."

"What if...when the time comes, he chooses the warlock over us?"

Robert tilted his head to the side, regarding her sadly, "I think he already has."

He took a step away from the table, "When do I see you again?" Maryse asked quickly.

"When I have time Maryse. You know that."

"The children asked about you, why you didn't come for the rune ceremony." Maryse raised her voice so he could hear her and stop walking away.

He turned back to her, "I'm sure you thought of something suitable to say" he said.

Maryse shrugged, "They came to their own conclusions. I didn't bother to correct them."

Robert nodded curtly and then looked at her a moment before walking away. 


 

Back at the Farm

"So what the fuck is going on anyway?" Jace asked coming to sit between Magnus and Alec. Magnus was beginning to wonder if his cockblocking wasn't a deliberate thing rather than a series of unfortunate accidents.

"We don't know. We just know something is." Alec replied, stretching out on his end of the couch.

"Is it to do with Madzie. Are they after her? Maybe we should send a message to the Clave, have them ask Valentine about it."

Magnus snorted, "Yes because they'd really care what happened to a little warlock girl."

Jace turned to him, opened his mouth then closed it again.

There was a small silence.

"Well then what do you suggest?" Jace asked.

"We don't think it's wholly about the girl" Alec said.

"Then what is it about?"

Alec and Magnus exchanged glances, "Well we had a visitor this evening. Camille. She was up to her old tricks."

"How did she get free of the Clave?" Jace asked.

"Exactly" Magnus said.

"I suspect if we can answer that question we'd be a lot further along in finding out what's going on here."

"We could ask dad to find out." Jace suggested.

Alec gave him a look, "He's cheating on mom!" he said.

"Do you want to find out what's going on or not?"

Alec and Jace glared at each other. Magnus stirred.

"Come on you two, let's not do this. What about Lydia Alec? She's back at Idris is she not? Perhaps she could find out?"

"I don't know. Maybe."

"You stay in touch don't you? Perhaps you could ask her?"

Alec gave him a look, "You don't mind?"

Magnus smiled wryly, "Of course I don't mind. Why would I?"

"You're a better man than me then, " Alec murmured to himself and Magnus smiled pulling himself to his feet and holding out his hand.

"Time for bed" He declared. Alec took the proferred hand and pulled himself up. He glanced back at Jace.

"Goodnight parabati" he said with a smile.

"We really should finish discussing this" Jace protested.

"Later Jace. We'll sleep on it and reconvene at breakfast. Your turn to cook" Magnus said and then dragged his man off. 

As Alec flopped down onto the bed, Magnus picked Madzie gently up and carried her to her room, saying an incantation for sweet dreams and then leaving the night light and door open in case she needed them. 

He padded softly back to his room and found Alec still  up, waiting for him, stark naked.

"We never finished our conversation" he said.

Magnus gave him a pleased smile, "I thought you'd be tired" he said.

"Never too tired for that." Alec said holding his hand out for Magnus to take. Magnus reached out and they clasped hands, eyes on each other.

"Still want to learn how to talk dirty to me?" Magnus asked softly.

Alec sat up, pulling Magnus down to him, burning eyes already on his mouth. Magnus went with it, allowing himself to be enveloped in Alec's arms, lips swallowed up in Alec's hunger as clothes were discarded in haste. 

"Want you so much" Alec whispered as he bit into the hollow at Magnus' neck, making him cry out with the pleasure of it. He arched into Alec, urging him to put hands on him, everywhere. Magnus led by example, tracing whorls into Alec's back before trailing downward to cup his ass cheeks in his hands. He squeezed gently, enjoying the feel of smoothness and hardness beneath his fingers, using the angle to press Alec harder into him, closer, always closer.

"Oh God, we have to learn how to slow down" He breathed with amusement into Alec's ear, making the shadowhunter shiver.

"We have forever to slow down" Alec replied nipping at his shoulder as he pressed into him breath already coming hard and fast, "One day, you'll show me how to." he said as he began to thrust desperately like he hadn't seen Magnus for days on end, hadn't touched him for millennia. 

"Uhhh" was Magnus only reply as he urged his boyfriend to go harder, deeper. Alec had discovered his magic spot and strove with grim determination to hit it on every stroke. Make him just as crazy as apparently, Magnus made him. It was just another reason in the myriad of reasons why Magnus loved him so much.

"Magnus I..." Alec said just before he spasmed, back arching, limbs shaking, face contorted in a rictus of effort.

Magnus loved to watch his boyfriend come.

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Magnus walked into the rehabilitation centre and approached the front desk. Not many people knew about this place; which was one of the reasons why they'd brought Isabelle here. 

Eichen house it was known as.

From the outside, it was just a mental hospital.

But inside, there was a division where unusual creatures were treated or confined depending on what they needed. The doctor in charge was a two thousand year old warlock named Armand. He liked to experiment and maybe wasn't completely trustworthy but he was wary of Magnus. Enough that he wasn't about to mess with Isabelle, much as he was excited to have a shadow hunter under his roof. It was this or go back to Idris; and Isabelle had no desire for her mother - or anyone else in Idris - to know how far she'd fallen. Especially given the fact that her brother and his romance was still quite the hot topic there. 

The Lightwoods had gained enough notoriety for this generation.

They did not need more.

"Magnus" Isabelle said as he opened her door. She was seated by the window, doodling on a pad as she mostly stared out the window.

"Hello Isabelle. How are you?" He asked coming to sit opposite her.

Isabelle shrugged, "Getting better I guess." she said but she avoided his eyes.

Magnus reached out to cover her trembling hand with his, "How are they treating you here? Do they give you something for the pain?"

Isabelle smiled sadly, "Don't worry about me Magnus. I'm fine. Promise."

Magnus opened his mouth to say something but Isabelle interrupted him.

"So how is Alec doing? And Madzie? You're still staying with her?"

"Alec is good. He'd like to come and see you if you'd let him."

Isabelle was already shaking her head, "I don't want him to see me like this." she said.

Magnus' mouth opened in protest but she got there before him.

"I know he cares about me. I know. I just feel like I've let him down so badly. I can't face him."

"Can I at least get a picture for him?" Magnus asked with a rueful smile.

Isabelle gave him a wide fake smile, sitting up straight, "Sure. Go ahead. As many as you'd like."

They took a few selfies and then Magnus left.


 

Alec was at the institute, reviewing surveillance on the whereabouts of the soul sword. So far nothing had turned up but they had not given up. The soul sword did not just disappear into thin air, ergo it had to be somewhere. Wherever it was, they would find it.

He opened up a comm, and typed in Lydia's ID.

You there?

He typed and then waited as he went back to reviewing surveillance. He glanced at the chat window and saw, 'lydia is typing'. He heaved a sigh of relief he didn't know he was holding and sat back, watching the screen. 

What's up?

He leaned forward, thinking about what to write. Sure she had let him go after their aborted wedding but did she really need a reminder? But this was too important. Not just to him personally but also to the safety of the downworld. Camille's presence was good for no one.

I have a question for you.

He typed and then hesitated. He saw that she was also typing and waited to see what she'd say.

Ask.

He huffed a breath, closed his eyes, opened them again and asked.

Ran into Camille in Brooklyn. Did the Clave let her go or did she escape?

He watched the screen, waiting to see that Lydia was typing but nothing was happening. He looked up beside her name to see if she'd logged off but no, she was still online.

He went back to reviewing his surveillance, as he occasionally glanced at the screen, stomach tight with anxiety.

"Alec. You're here. Good. Come to my office we have a few things to discuss" Aldertree said coming up suddenly behind him. He only just managed to minimize the comm screen before turning around.

"I'll be right there" he said heart beating erratically. Aldertree gave a nod and walked away. Alec brought up the screen again but Lydia still hadn't sent anything so he logged off and went off to Aldertree's office.

"So Raj tells  me you haven't spent a night at the institute all week" Victor said.

Alec inclined his head in sarcastic inquiry, "Since when is where I spend the night any of your business?" he asked.

"There is a reason our sleeping quarters are in the same place where we work Alec. Emergency situations arise at any time as I'm sure you know by now. You need to be here. If you fancy yourself a leader you can't be disappearing all the time."

Alec gave a sarcastic laugh, "Disappearing? This is you trying to interfere in my relationship, just like you did with that story about your werewolf, and we both know it."

Aldertree took a step closer, looking Alec in the eye, "I know you think you have it all figured out Alec, but you'll come to realise sooner or later what a huge mistake you're making."

"Well then, it's my mistake so I'll thank you to butt out."

Aldertree lifted his hands in mock surrender, "I'm just trying to help" he said.

"Yeah well, thank you; but I don't need your so called help."

Aldertree took a breath, "I understand that your warlock is staying with the young warlock who caused major casualties at the institute" he said.

Alec's eyes narrowed, "What of it?"

"You didn't think her actions would go unpunished did you?"

"She's a little girl!" Alec protested.

"She's a warlock who killed almost two dozen shadowhunters."

Alec looked away, gritting his teeth, "She didn't know what she was doing."

"The Clave will decide that."

Alec expelled air forcibly from his nostrils. It was all he could do not to beat Aldertree to a pulp. But he needed to warn Magnus at once. They needed to get Madzie to safety before the Clave got it's hands on her.

"Fine." he said, "I guess we'll await their judgement."

Aldertree nodded his dismissal and Alec stormed out of the room. His phone beeped a notification just as he left the office. 

He fished it out and stared at it.

Lydia had replied.

He clicked on the icon, reading the message. Then sent a fire message at once to Magnus. There really was no time to lose.

Chapter Text

"Magnus did you get my message?" Alec called as he came in the door.

"About Camille supposedly escaping the Clave? Yes I did." Magnus replied and Alec followed his voice to find him lounging in the living room, drink in hand, bedroom slippers on his feet. His eyebrows rose in surprise. He had expected a lot more agitation from Magnus; not this laid back, relaxed mien.

"Welll...aren't you worried?" he asked.

Magnus sipped his drink before looking up at Alec, "Do you really think it's true? That Camille escaped from a Clave prison, all on her own, unassisted by anyone...? That sounds like something the Clave would let happen to you?"

Alec came into the room slowly, face thoughtful as he marinated over Magnus' words. He still had a tendency to assume, all evidence to the contrary, that the Clave was always in the right. Clearly Magnus didn't feel the same.

"What do you think happened then?" he asked.

Magnus shrugged, "I don't know. But I do know that what you were told happened doesn't really make sense."

"So what do we do Magnus?" Alec asked flopping down on the couch next to the warlock.

Magnus turned to him with a smile, "We have dinner. Catarina has Madzie for the night. Do you fancy a night out in Madrid?"

"A date? You wanna go on a date?" Alec asked.

"Why not? It's not like sitting here and wringing our hands is going to produce any results."

"Speaking of...Aldertree tried to tell me that I'm not allowed to spend nights away from the institute."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah. Something about emergencies can happen at any time...dating a downworlder is a mistake...blah blah."

Magnus smiled, "I'm happy you didn't listen."

Alec gave him a look, "It's not like I don't know what he's doing." he said.

"What is he doing?"

"Trying to decrease my confidence. Make me doubt myself...and you."

"And do you?"

Alec just looked at him, clearly restraining himself from rolling his eyes.

"Well...anyway. Dinner? Madrid? You and me?" Magnus asked again.

"Okay. Just let me take a shower and change. I think I still have some shax demon guts on my shoes."

"Then by all means..." Magnus said pointing magnanimously at the shower, "I'll just...have another drink while I wait."

"You're all heart man" Alec said with a grin before leaning in to plant a kiss on Magnus' lips. He meant it to be just a peck but Magnus leaned into it, parting his lips to suck Alec's tongue into his mouth. One kiss became a full make out session with groping and groaning and erect, throbbing members.

Magnus pulled away, looking into Alec's eyes, "You really should go shower or we'll be late." he said.

"You're the worst cocktease ever Magnus Bane." Alec complained but he stood up, if a bit unsteadily and went to shower. If he took an extra two minutes to jerk off, that was nobody's business but his.


 

Magnus phone beeped and he picked it up to see who was messaging him.

I miss you. Do you miss me?

Magnus stared at the familiar number and pondered on what to do. Camille did not do well when she was ignored. On the other hand, he didn't want to encourage this flirting by giving attention to it. His eyes darted to the direction of the bathroom, wondering if he should get Alec involved in this. But it was all so juvenile and he'd never even been to middle school so he wasn't up to playing these games.

Camille, I will ask you once, and once only. Leave me alone.

He considered logging out of the message app but then he had other business and other messages he was waiting on. He would not let Camille and her games get in the way of that.

Aww, you're no fun. Has your shadowhunter boyfriend got you on a short leash?

Magnus sighed with exasperation. He would not discuss Alec with Camille of all people. He threw his phone aside and went to redo his eyeliner and touch up his hair. He thought, maybe a touch of blue to go with his blue velvet coat. Alec came into the room, wrapped only in a towel, body gleaming with water.

Magnus stopped what he was doing, all thought flying from his mind.

Maybe they didn't need to go out tonight.

They could stay in and-

"I can hear your lustful thoughts from here" Alec said with an amused glance at Magnus.

Magnus gave him a mock frown in return, "I remember when you were just an innocent little boy with no such thoughts in your head." he said faux nostalgically.

Alec laughed, "What? No such thoughts? Sex was all I thought about" he said.

Magnus put down his eyeliner and sauntered over to run a hand down Alec's wet back, "And now?" he asked, "What do you think about?"

Alec gave him one of his sidelong smiles that boded no good for anyone, "Wouldn't you like to know" he said before reaching over and smooching Magnus before he could think.

Magnus sighed with contentment, "I suppose we should go" he said sounding very regretful.

Alec reached over and ran a hand down Magnus back, caressing his waist comfortingly, "Don't worry Magnus" he said kissing him again, "We have all night."

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Magnus took him to the Salvador Bachiller Jardin Secreto. Instead of portalling them right to the secret restaurant on the fourth floor, he set them down right on the street. Alec found out why when Magnus spent half an hour browsing the designer fashions.

Normally, Alec wasn't that guy who spent time rifling through clothes; but he found - to his secret horror - that doing it with Magnus wasn't so bad. In fact, if he was being entirely honest, it was actually kind of fun. Magnus liked to get him shirts, or jackets that apparently 'he thought of Alec in when he saw it'. They were pretty much in his style; simple and plain, so they weren't a hardship to wear. They did tend to be made of the smoothest, softest material which felt like heaven on his skin. 

Again, he wasn't about to say any of this aloud.

So he wandered through the shop as Magnus had a long involved conversation, in Spanish, with the shop owner. He spotted a silver chain looking like an antique in one of the display windows. The price wasn't indicated which led him to think he probably couldn't afford it. Which was a pity because it would look real pretty around Magnus' neck. Just the chain...and nothing else.

Alec cut off that train of thought as unproductive. They were very far away from any modicum of privacy. He did not want to pop a boner at this juncture of the evening.

He turned toward Magnus, raising his eyebrows slightly to indicate they should get moving. Magnus concluded his conversation and waved him toward the stairs. They climbed slowly, not speaking much, just enjoying being in each other's presence, until they reached the rooftop garden.

rooftop of the Salvador Bachiller

 

They sat down at the table, enjoying the ambience and each other as they ordered a meal and enjoyed the view of the city and the breeze.

"So this is nice. You've been here before?" Alec asked.

Magnus smiled, "Alexander if you want to ask me if I've brought other dates here, just ask. And the answer is no. I haven't."

Alec ducked his head to hide his blush. He didn't think he'd been that obvious, "It's not that.." he began trying to explain that he wasn't trying to be a jealous bitch but as usual, Magnus looked like he already understood.

"I know Alec. I know. And I want to thank you." he said.

"For what?" Alec asked.

"Taking a chance on me. I know it wasn't easy to take that leap like you did. Not once, but three times. I want you to know that I appreciate it, and I honor it."

Alec could feel his face get hotter. It wasn't like he had a choice really. What was he supposed to do instead? Walk away from Magnus? He couldn't even fathom that thought.

"Will Catarina have Madzie all night?" he asked to change the subject. 

"Yes, I believe so. I think she sent a text earlier telling me about some nail polishing plans they had to let me know what I was missing out on."

Alec grinned, "Yeah, I can see that." he said.

"I"m sure Madzie and I will have a chance to paint our nails another time" Magnus said.

"Are there pictures?" Alec asked grabbing Magnus' phone off the table and switching it on without thought.

"Uh..." Magnus said suddenly looking uncomfortable and Alec looked from his face down to the phone he was holding. He saw the text from Catarina (no pictures though) and then on top of it, texts from an unknown number. He looked up again at Magnus' perturbed face and then clicked on the link. 

I know you miss me Magnus. I'm the only one who knows you in and out.

Alec's face tightened. He did not need a face to know who this bitch was. He read Magnus' reply.

So what if I do?

And his heart sank.

So ditch the boy and come be with me.

Alec could feel his heart begin to beat faster.

I can't do that. You know I can't. It would break his heart.

Alec's hands were so tight on the phone he thought he might break it.

"Alec? What's the matter?" Magnus said reaching his hand out to cover Alec's. Alec moved out of reach, eyes lifting to find Magnus'...Magnus who looked puzzled and concerned. Not at all like Alec would expect seeing as he'd been caught out.

"So this is what you really think?" he demanded.

Magnus frowned, "Alec, what's going on. Okay fine maybe I should have told you about Camille's texts but they meant nothing."

"They meant nothing? You missing her means nothing?" Alec was working very hard to keep his voice down. He stood abruptly. 

"I can't be here. Portal me back to the institute" he said.

"Alec-"

"Now Magnus" Alec growled, breathing really hard.

Magnus reached behind him and opened a portal. He made to stand so he could go with Alec.

"Don't come with me" the shadow hunter said coldly and Magnus sat back down, picking up his phone as Alec disappeared. He looked down at the texts....

Unfamiliar texts that he hadn't seen before...

He stared at the words, suddenly understanding Alec's ire, but still in shock as to how the texts got on his phone. He leaned back in the seat and sighed, thinking furiously.

Someone was very determined to come between him and Alec. 

Magnus was not going to stand for it.

He hadn't lived a thousand years to find his true love only to have him taken away by stupid lies.

Magnus stood, dropping bills to cover their uneaten meal.

He needed to fix this.

 

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Magnus portaled into his living room then walked slowly around the loft, hoping to see Alec somewhere. Maybe on the balcony, head hung in shame, apology on his lips. Or laid out on the bed, stark naked, a physical apology - the best kind. Or even sitting in the living room, drink in hand, ready to give Magnus a piece of his mind.

Nothing stirred, nobody was home.

With a sigh Magnus sunk down on his couch, picking up the book he'd been reading and considering it listlessly. He tried again to call Alec, but his phone went straight to voicemail.

Again.

"Alec...I need you to talk to me" Magnus said hoping that Alec would even listen to the message. That boy could be stubborn as fuck. He flipped the screen to his contacts and called another number.

"Simon? Yeah I need to see you...Yes now, it's urgent....I'm creating a portal for you to get here." he hung up and immediately set up the portal...as well as a pail nearby in case Simon did throw up this time.

The vampire appeared a few minutes later, looking a bit green around the gills but otherwise fine, "What's the emergency?" he asked.

Magnus held out his phone, "Someone hacked me and sent texts from my phone that were not mine. Could you find out how they did it?" he asked.

"Me? Not really. But I know some people, from my world of warcraft days, who might be able to help you. There was this one guy, ceasermyking - that was his wow name-"

"Simon!" Magnus snapped really not in the mood for Simon's endless monologues, "Can you help me or not?"

Simon fished out the phone from his pocket, "Sure I can. Let me just see..." he trailed off, hitting buttons and doing whatever it was that would result in someone giving Magnus some answers. 

"Okay so one of my warcraft guys says that what happened to you is possible. It's a lot of technical jargon but he says he can help you to protect your phone from future hacking. You need to get the phone to him though. He's a mundane as far as I know so I better do it."

"Thank you Simon."

"I'll just go see him right now."

"I would appreciate that."

Magnus sat back after Simon disappeared into the portal. He now had no direct way to get in touch with Alec; unless he came over. Or until he got his phone back. Or maybe borrowed Jace's. He would rather not speak to Jace about this.

The door slammed and angry footsteps came down the hall. Magnus heart sped up for a moment, but the footsteps were all wrong. He sat up as Jace rounded into the room, coming directly toward him and grabbing him by the collar of his shirt like some street thug.

"Wha-?" Magnus began to say.

"What did you do to Alec?!?" Jace was practically growling.

Magnus reached up slowly and detached Jace's hands from his body.

"While it is none of your business what happens between me and Alec, I actually need your help" he said.

"Oh yeah? And why should I help you?" he said, looming huffily over Magnus even though the warlock was slightly taller.

"Because someone is trying to get between me and Alec and I need you to talk to him because apparently he's not talking to me."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Someone hacked into my phone, and sent texts which seemingly came from me...to Camille."

Jace stared at him, eyes muddy with incomprehension. This the frown on his brow disappeared as he understood what Magnus was saying.

"So you weren't flirting with your ex?"

Magnus rolled his eyes, "Of course I wasn't. And if Alec would just think about it for a minute, he'd realize that for himself."

Jace stood still, breathing hard and thinking, "When Alec is like this, he can't hear you. He's still in a bubble of anger. But he'll probably get out of it himself and come to the same conclusions. I'll stay close to him, make sure to gently nudge him in your direction when he does."

"I appreciate this Jace."

Jace shrugged, "When he's with you, he's the happiest I've ever seen him." he said, albeit grudgingly.

Magnus gave a small smile and nod at that, "He's not the only one" he said.

Jace pretended to barf, "Okay, enough. I'm gonna head back to the institute, keep an eye on your boyfriend. You fix your phone security."

"Already done."

"You realize that this means whoever is doing this has some downworlder or mundane help right?"

"He...or she, has a hacker in their side pocket. Yes, the thought occurred to me."

"This is shaping up to be quite the conspiracy huh?"

"It's shaping up to be something alright."

"Stay alert. I'll watch your boyfriend for now."

"Thank you."

Magnus opened a portal; the better to get Jace to the institute faster. Images of Alec, standing on the ledge of his balcony kept flashing through his mind. He knew Alec would never really...

He cut off that thought not even wanting to put it out in the universe.

Just in case. 


 

Alec checked his arrows, made sure they were sharp and clean. He was thinking about getting some practice in. Aldertree had called him in for a meeting first though. Something about the location of the soul sword. He was doing his best to just deal with the immediate issues in front of him but it was hard.

I can't leave him

That phrase kept flashing through his head, over and over.

Was Magnus with him out of some sort of...obligation? Did he feel that with everything Alec had supposedly given up for him he was obliged to be with him? Alec thought back to all their milestones; confirming their relationship, having sex, saying I love you...he was always the one pushing. Had he pushed Magnus into being with him? Had Magnus just been looking for a fling and Alec had made it into this huge epic...thing?

His parents had warned him about Magnus; what a hedonist he was. Was he holding Magnus back?

The arrow Alec was holding snapped in half, startling him. He looked down at the separate pieces, not really comprehending what had happened.

"You're wrong about Magnus" Jace said and Alec was perturbed to realize he hadn't even heard his parabati approach. Not physically. Not mentally. He was losing his mind.

Over a downworlder.

His mother's words echoed uncomfortably in his head.

"What am I wrong about?" he snapped at Jace.

"Magnus was hacked. Those weren't his texts."

Alec snorted, "Really? He couldn't come up with a better story than that?"

"Alec think! Does this sound like the Magnus you know?"

"How well do I even know him anyway?" Alec said after a short silence.

"Alec....don't do this."

Alec stood abruptly, "I have a meeting with Aldertree. I'll see you later." he said and walked away.

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Magnus sat on his living room couch, staring miserably into the night as he twirled his Martini glass in his hand. He was on his fifth drink since Jace left, but he was stone cold sober still. He wasn’t used to feeling this way. It had been so long since he’d allowed anyone’s presence or absence to impact him like this. He checked his watch.

2:49am.

It was only…five hours since Alec stormed off in a cloud of anger but it felt like at least a year.

Magnus scoffed at himself.

“What is this anyway?” he asked the room, “Middle school? Which I did not even attend? Ha!”

He stood up to pour himself another drink when he heard a noise coming from the balcony.

He straightened up, listening for all he was worth.

Sometimes, Alec used the back stairs when he came over. Mainly when he was in a bad mood. Perhaps he’d decided to come and talk things out.

Finally.

Magnus moved toward the huge glass windows, heart beat speeding up.

“Alec?” he called hopefully.

Someone turned around from staring out into the night. Someone with long flowing black hair.

“Guess again” Camille said.

Magnus sighed with exasperation.

Alec was staring intently at Aldertree but he neither saw him nor took in a word he was saying. His head was ringing with the conversation he’d just had with Jace.

He could see now how he’d been projecting his insecurities. All the negative self talk he’d ever entertained in the dead of the night was made flesh when he saw those alleged texts. Every time he’d come awake, feeling Magnus breathing next to him, wondering how he’d gotten here. What Magnus even saw in him.

He wasn’t interesting.

He wasn’t fun loving.

He didn’t have any life experience.

He was damn clumsy in bed, barely knew how to kiss, barely knew how to have sex properly.

How was Magnus not bored to tears with him?

Especially since he had options.

He had Camille.

But then…on the other hand, yeah, Magnus had options.

He could have been with Camille.

He could have been with anyone really. Alec couldn’t see anyone saying no to Magnus.

Not even Jace.

Not if Magnus put his mind into winning them over.

But Magnus had chosen him.

Magnus had crashed his wedding.

Every single time Alec chose Magnus, the warlock chose him right back.

He was a fool and an idiot.

He stood abruptly, startling Aldertree midsentence.

“Wha-?” Aldertree said looking way up at him.

“I have to go.” Alec said.

“Excuse me, what?” Aldertree asked looking frankly bewildered.

“I have to go.” Alec said stepping away from the chair and heading for the door.

“But…we’re not finished” Aldertree called after him.

Alec just slammed the door in his face.

Camille stood, framed by the night in her blood red lingerie dress that left nothing to the imagination.

“Camille, if you insist upon coming here I will have to recapture you and send you back to the Clave” Magnus said fingering his cocktail glass nervously.

Camille laughed, “Sure. They’d just send me right back here.” She replied with a smile.

“They would?” Magnus said brows rising almost to his hairline.

Camille shrugged, “Let’s just say our interests happen to align.” She said.

“They do…” Magnus asked thoughtfully, “And what interests would those be my dear Camille?”

Camille sauntered over to him, running a manicured nail down his chest. Magnus stepped away.

“Aww don’t be like that Magnus. The little boy left you did he not?”

Magnus smiled sneeringly, “Is that what you think?” he asked.

“That’s what I know.”

“Having a fight is not the same as breaking up Camille. I would think you’d know that by now.”

Camille reached for him again but he stepped out of her reach, “Well, let’s at least say you’re on a break. So how about you and me…?”

Magnus’ smile got grim, “How stupid do you think I am Camille?”

The vampire sighed with exasperation, “I swear I haven’t had to work so hard for anything in oh…I don’t know. Millenia?”

“Maybe you should give up then?”

“What? And let the little shadowhunter boy win? No way!”

Magnus turned away, “This isn’t a competition my dear. And if it was, he has already won.”

He heard the door open and tensed, closing his eyes in resignation. If Alec had come to his senses, this whole scene was going to send him right back to where they already were.

“Magnus?” a very familiar and dear voice said and Magnus despaired.

Alec walked into the living room, his eyes automatically finding Magnus. The thousand year old warlock looked his age for the first time since Alec had known him.

“Magnus?” he said again, willing his boyfriend to look up at him. He could feel another presence in the room but couldn’t be bothered to see who it was.

Magnus looked up, cat eyes on display.

“Alec” he said tiredly.

“Magnus I’m-” Alec began to say.

“Well…isn’t this sweet” An all too familiar voice interrupted. Alec turned to look at Camille, dressed in nothing but underclothes. She twirled her hair in her fingers, looking smug.

“Nice of you to join us toy boy.” She said.

Alec looked back at Magnus who was looking into his martini glass like it might contain the secrets to the universe. He looked…resigned.

“Magnus” he said again and the warlock looked up, cat eyes cloaked again.

“I’m sorry” Alec said.

Magnus’ eyes widened.

“For?” he asked in a very different voice than last time.

“I should never have doubted you” he said.

He couldn’t miss the happiness that sprang into Magnus eyes, or the growl that emanated from Camille’s mouth. But he had no time for her. It had been too long since his hands had touched his boyfriend’s skin, his fingers ran through his hair, messing up the careful curls. His lips, on Magnus’ his tongue tasting the alcohol off his boyfriend’s, licking, sucking, playing footsie together. His body flush against Magnus’, hardening so fast it would be embarrassing if he could only spare the emotion to be embarrassed.

Magnus hand caressed his arms, reached his shoulders and held on tight. Somebody groaned and someone else arched closer. Alec grabbed Magnus’ jacket, tearing it off his body. His hands were on the buttons of his shirt before the jacket had hit the floor. Their lips did not part even for a moment.

If Camille didn’t leave soon she would be in for quite the show.

Alec couldn’t spare the brain cells to care.

When he stepped away so that Magnus could take his shirt off, the vampire was gone.

 

 

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“You need to go to Idris Alec, and find out what’s going on.” Magnus said suddenly into the darkness of their bedroom. Alec stirred, moving his head slightly on Magnus’ shoulder so he could look up at the warlock.

“I don’t think now is a good time for us to be apart” he said.

Magnus sighed, “Still don’t trust me.”

“No. Of course not. But someone’s trying to get between us. Trying very hard. From what we know, they have the help of a hacker, a warlock, officials in Idris and someone at the institute. That is a lot of power aligned against us Magnus. And what do we have?” Alec asked raising his head so he could look Magnus in the eye.

“Each other?” Magnus said with a small smile.

“Yes. Exactly.” Alec said looking at him seriously, “We need each other Magnus.”

“I don’t disagree Alexander. But I don’t see how we’re going to defeat this without all of the information. And we need to know what happened in Idris. Who is behind Camille’s release, and why.”

Alec sighed, “I get that. I do…” he said.

“But…you don’t want to leave.” Magnus finished for him.

“No. I do not.” Alec agreed.

They lay together for a while, just breathing.

“But…you will go right?” Magnus said.

Alec just sighed.

Alec walked into Eichen house, wiping his hands nervously against his pants. His sister didn’t want him here; she’d said so enough times. But he needed to talk to her before he left for Idris. He needed to tell her he’d be away.

Just in case.

The nurse came for him, escorting him to Isabelle’s room. She’d stopped short of blacklisting his name so the hospital let him in. He didn’t know what Isabelle would do when she saw him. She was probably expecting Magnus.

He stepped into the room with a deep breath, and then looked up, into his sister’s eyes.

He was shocked at her appearance. She was gaunt, her skin had a yellowish tinge and her always perfect hair was stringy and greasy with neglect. This was not his sister. This was some being masquerading.

Suddenly he understood why she hadn’t wanted him to see her.

He pulled his lips into a smile, hoping to fool her, but she cut her eyes away as if she couldn’t bear to see the effort he was making.

“Isabelle…” Alec said and then came to flop down on the seat opposite her, “it’s good to see you.”

“Is it?” she asked face in profile as she looked out the window.

“It’s always good to see you Isabelle. You have to know that.”

“I’m a mess.”

“Yes….you are. But…you’re getting better right? Being here is helping?”

Isabelle shrugged, “I guess.”

“Isabelle…tell me what I can do.”

“Nothing. You can’t do anything. This is my battle to fight.”

“I want to help, hate feeling so helpless.”

Finally Isabelle turned her head to look straight at him, “You need to stop feeling responsible for me Alec.”

Alec gave her a wry smile, “And how would I go about doing that?” he asked.

Isabelle grimaced, looking away briefly and then back at him, “So how’s Magnus? You guys still doing good?”

Alec straightened up, “Funny you should mention him. Someone’s doing their best to break us up.”

Isabelle straightened up as well, “Oh yeah? Who?” the light of battle was back in her eyes. Alec was heartened to see it.

“We don’t know. Magnus thinks I should go to Idris and try to find some things out.”

“Idris? Why Idris?”

“Because someone set Camille free to come and cause trouble between us.”

“Angels! Really? That’s messed up.”

“Yeah. Anyway, Magnus thinks that if there are any answers, they’re in Idris.”

“What do you think?”

Alec shrugged, “I don’t want to leave him.”

Isabelle reached out and covered Alec’s hand with hers, “I’m sure it won’t be for long.”

Alec met her eyes, “I’m scared Izzy.”

“Of what?” she asked softly.

“Whoever these people are…they’re pretty serious. I’m scared of what else they might try. What if they…”

“They what Alec?”

“They…hurt him?”

Izzy looked down and then up again at Alec, “He’s a powerful warlock Alec, he can take care of himself.”

Alec nodded reluctantly, “Yeah, maybe.”

“Hey, do you want me to go to Idris instead?”

“Hey no…Izzy that’s not what I meant. You need to stay here and get well.”

“I need to help you and Magnus” Izzy said standing up, “Get the doctor, I’m discharging myself.”

“Izzy…”

“There’s nothing you can do about it, so help me or get out of the way.” Izzy said dropping her hospital gown and getting into a slinky blue pleather outfit that she had in the closet.

Alec wanted to protest again, but he was also glad to see so much life in Izzy’s eyes. Maybe this was what she needed.

 A mission.

Helping someone else.

“Okay then Izzy.” He said standing up, “Thank you.”

Isabelle smiled, “You’re welcome big brother.”

Magnus and Madzie were making cookies when Alec and Izzy got home. Magnus turned when he heard Alec’s step mouth open to say something, a smile in his eyes. But then he saw Izzy and his mouth closed with a snap of surprise. Madzie turned around, staring suspiciously at the new girl.

“Hey Madzie. It’s nice to see you; I’m Izzy. Alec’s sister.”

Madzie just stared.

“Izzy” Magnus said and took the two steps to her, enveloping her in his arms, “This is a surprise.” He said.

“Yes well, I thought I could do myself more good out here than in there.”

Magnus stepped back, studying her face, “Well, you’re looking more alive at least” he said with a small smile.

“I feel alive.” She said, “You’re going to have to open a portal for me, to Idris.”

“Oh?” Magnus asked eyebrows raised as he looked over Izzy’s head at Alec.

“It was her idea” Alec said with a shrug.

“Mmhmm. And when do you expect to leave?”

“I thought I’d leave in the morning, that is if you don’t mind having a sleepover.”

Magnus smiled at Madzie then Izzy, “Oh no, we love sleepovers here don’t we Madzie? We can braid each other’s hair…do our nails…”

Alec snorted.

“Alec can fetch and carry for us” Magnus said immediately.

Izzy turned and smiled at her brother, “This one’s a keeper” she said.

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Isabelle walked into her parents' house in Idris in the dead of the night. All was silent and still; nothing stirred. She crept down the hall, avoiding all the booby traps meant to stop intruders before they even knew what was up, and made her way to her old room. She hadn't been in it since she was thirteen. That was when she'd followed Alec to the New York Institute - against her mother's wishes - and there she'd been ever since.

Nothing much had changed; her dresser was still full of girlish clothes. The poster of Jackie Chan on her wall was still up; much to her surprise. She'd have thought her mother would take the first opportunity to take the seelie down from her wall. Her father had obtained the poster for her on one of his trips and she'd treasured it. Wanted to be Jackie when she grew up. She was pretty sure her...thing...for Seelies had began with him. She reached out, running a hand down the poster with a smile, before she stepped away, moving her dresser from it's place against the wall. Behind it was a secret compartment she'd carved out of the wall; just for laughs really. But it contained something she needed.

She rooted around in the dark, not wanting to light the place up in case she woke someone. She could activate her night vision rune but she was sure she could find it by touch.

Yep, there it was...she extracted a tiny peach stone. It glowed softly in her hands as she turned it over.  She rolled it around in her hand, wondering whether to use it or not. It had been given to her by one of her tutors. She had said that she saw in Isabelle the same spirit that she had; a spirit of openness and acceptance. The stone was not a shadowhunter heirloom. It was something outside of their world. A means to speak to gods and spirits from other realms, or the witches and warlocks they served.

Voodoo she called it.

Isabelle had taken it mostly out of curiosity and politeness. She hadn't imagined ever needing to use them though. Every spell she needed, she was pretty sure there was a rune for...and if not, well, that's what warlocks were for. But now she needed to find out this information. Information that might put her and her family in danger. If she could obtain it without anyone knowing...

Maybe voodoo could be useful after all.

She dug into her bookshelf, at the very back of which were her notebooks. In addition to the stone, the tutor had given her a summoning spell. And a list of ingredients she would need.

She opened the right page and read the ritual then she got up and crept out of her room. 

She walked out of the back door and climbed a hill to their sacred grove, carrying the items she'd taken from the house in a sack. 

She knelt down, and lay them out in a circle; 

an altar candle, day candle, offertory candles, 3 violet candles, 3 white candles, a bowl of water, anise, jasmine and myrrh.

She closed her eyes, breathed deeply to create a protective light about her and then soaked her hands in the ritual bath, meditating on the ritual and what she needed from her spirit guide.

She entered the circle she'd drawn and lit the incense. She dressed the altar candle and day candle with oil while concentrating on her quest; who was trying to break up her brother.

Then she lit the anointed candle and said, "I am here to make contact with my spirit guide and to acknowledge them."

She inscribed the violet candle with the word spirit and the number one and then dressed it with oil. She lit it and directed all her energy toward it.

"Here do I light the first lamp of the spirit" she said, "May it's light reach out across the barriers from this world to the next. May it make contact with the world of spirit into which we will eventually enter."

She swung the censer around the whole area of the altar, repeating the word, "Merge" over and and over so as to build up focus energy. She picked up the second violet candle, inscribing it with the word 'spirit' and dressing it with oil. 

"Here do I light the second lamp of spirit" she said, "May it's light also reach out across the barriers from this world to the next.  May it make contact with that world of Spirit and help spread the light, illuminating the passageway between our worlds."

She took the censor again and chanted the word merge again before taking the third violet candle, and repeating the ritual of inscription. 

"Here do I light the third lamp of spirit. May it's light also reach out across the barriers from this world to the next. May the light from these three lamps blend and grow, dispelling all darkness and lighting the way. That my spirit guide may come to me and speak with me today." she said.

she inscribed the world 'Truth' on all three candles and anointed them with oil then lit them in order.

"Here do I build Truth. As these candles burn throughout this ritual, their power generates nothing but truth. In all that transpires between this world and the next. Through these candles there is truth. In all communications that come to me." 

The wind was starting to pick up and Isabelle could hardly hear herself speak. She knew that whatever she was doing was working. She checked her notebook for the next part and did the chant as she gazed into the bowl of water while emptying her mind of all thought. The wind picked up, got louder and the air was somehow denser. The bowl of water before her got clearer and clearer even without the night vision rune.

She blinked and then suddenly there was a face in the mirror. She startled to see it; she was expecting a form of spirit perhaps but this was just an ordinary African American woman with long grey dreadlocks.

"Ah" Isabelle exclaimed unable to help herself, "Are you uh, my spirit guide."

The face smirked, "Yes. I am. Tell me what you seek."

"Ah, I wanted...to know...who is trying to break up my brother's relationship with the warlock Magnus Bane" Isabelle said. She couldn't stop her voice from trembling just a bit.

The woman smiled, "Where there is light, darkness must always cast a shadow." she said.

"Uh huh?" Isabelle said wondering with a sinking heart if that was all she was going to get, "And, er, who are these forces of darkness?"

"Those who fear the prophecy" the woman said.

"Prophecy? What prophecy do you speak of?" Isabelle asked.

"The Malec Prophecy, "the woman said with a perfectly straight face.

"Mal-...that isn't a thing is it? Like, for real?" Isabelle was aware that she sounded like a moronic sixteen year old but she couldn't help herself. She was struggling to keep up, "What, er, does this prophecy say?"

"It says that when the warlock and the shadowhunter join together then shall be a new world order, and the old will fade away and the new shall take over."

Isabelle gaped at the woman.

"Are you...saying that...?"

"Yes, your brother and his warlock shall overthrow the Clave and rule over a new and improved shadowworld."

Isabelle flopped on the grass, mouth open, staring up at the sky in shock. She couldn't believe her ears.

When she looked back down into the bowl of water, the face was gone.

 

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Alec woke up slowly, looking around him with a frown. He knew where he was; he had weaned himself of the momentary disorientation that accompanied wakening long ago. He just wondered why he was here.

He was pretty sure he fell asleep in Magnus' bed last night.

There was a sharp knock on the door.

"Alec? Time to get up. We need you."

That was his father's voice outside the door. He sounded very - Alec sought for a word that fit, frowning in concentration - ordinary. The word was ordinary. Considering that the last time he'd seen his mother, she'd said his father was cheating on her, he should not sound ordinary. He should not sound like nothing was wrong.

And what the hell was Alec doing here anyway?

"Alec?" his father called.

"Yeah. Coming."

Alec got out of bed and pulled on a shirt. He tended to sleep in his sweats at Magnus'. They were easy to pull on after sex and if something happened during the night, an attack, an unexpected intrusion, at least he wouldn't have to fight naked. But at the institute he tended to be fully dressed for bed; in sweats and a tee shirt. 

He padded to the door and opened it.

His father was standing on the other side, looking up at him. His eyes were vacant and there was an axe embedded in his skull.


 

Alex gasped and sat up with a shudder. He felt movement beside him and Magnus was sitting up as well.

"Are you okay?" Magnus asked placing a soothing hand on Alec's arm. Alec turned to him, pushing his head between Magnus' jaw and shoulder, scenting him, making sure he was real.

"Just a bad dream" he said.

Magnus fingers traced the knobs of his spine as he inclined his head to make more space for Alec to burrow in, "Are you sure?" he asked.

Alec shook his head, pushing in closer to Magnus who allowed the momentum to propel them backwards so that Alec was on top of him, around him and pretty soon, inside him.

Magnus was murmuring nonsense words that Alec couldn't hear as he thrust into him, letting his body take them both where it would. He just needed to...feel.

"Magnus" he whispered into the warlock's ear, "I love you."

He could feel Magnus smile against his cheek, as the warlock arched upward, taking him in even deeper. Alec had never imagined in his wildest fantasies, that it could feel like this.


 

Isabelle spent the night in her bed but woke early before the household had a chance to stir.

She made her way to the ConClave, a shadowy building housing the Idris prison. She walked confidently into the building, not meeting anyone's eyes but not trying to hide either.

"Isabelle Lightwood to see Iris Rouse" she said to the person at reception. She did not try to smile.

"Are you expected?" the person asked.

Isabelle hesitated for just a beat before nodding her head, "I am" she said as her heartbeat sped up. Would they check?

The person did something on the screen in front of them and then gestured for Isabelle to pass. She walked down a long dank corridor, the whole building was made of stone and had the feel of a cave. Like the home of the silent brothers without all the laughter. 

She walked as if she knew where she was going, turning right at the end of the corridor before she encountered another person.

"Excuse me, I'm looking for Iris Rouse. Can you point out her cell to me?" she asked the shadowhunter.

"She's not there. They moved her to containment two weeks ago. She had a bad reaction to an...interrogation."

"Oh. Well perhaps I could help with that. Which way to containment?"

"Upstairs." the shadowhunter said and then walked away. Isabelle watched him go, wondering at his openness. But then, why wouldn't he be open? Wasn't she a fellow shadowhunter? From a family of (relatively) good standing? 

"Psst. Isabelle?" a voice called and she turned her head to see a seelie peering at her from the bars on his door. She walked toward him, he wasn't immediately familiar.

"Isabelle Lightwood. It is good to see you."

"Who are you?"

"I need you to get a message to Meliorn."

"Ah, okay. What message?"

"Tell them that the Clave have discovered the prophecy."

Isabelle leaned in, resting her head right on the bars and looking the seelies in the eye, "What prophecy?" she asked.

"Meliorn will know."

"If you know what's good for you you'll tell me right now" Isabelle growled.

The seelie moved away from the door and to the back of the cell. He did not say a word.

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"Isabelle"  a very familiar voice said and she whipped around to see her mother standing behind her.

"Mother." she said with a sinking heart.

"What are you doing here? Why didn't you tell us you were coming?"

"I...was just coming by soon."

"You were? Where have you been all this time?"

"I...had to make a stop. At the conclave."

Maryse Lightwood inclined her head inquiringly, moving closer, "Did they...?" she asked not even sure what the question was.

"I had a report they needed me to file in person."

"That's nice that they're giving you more responsibility."

Isabelle inclined her head in a painful nod, pursing her lips so as not to say anything untoward.

"Yes. They are. Aldertree has come to rely on me."

Her mother couldn't hide her surprise at that statement, "Oh." she said and then her mouth moved like she was searching for something to say. 

"Well, this was nice. I have to...go" Isabelle said and then twirled and walked away. She needed to find a portal and get back so she could find Meliorn.


 

"So it's been quiet" Alec said from the couch.

"Quiet? How do you mean? Would you like some music?" Magnus said absentmindedly as he rearranged his potion ingredients on the shelf.

"No I mean we haven't heard from Camille or had anyone try to come between us in like...two days."

"Two whole days! Imagine that" Magnus said as he counted griffin feathers.

"You don't seem too worried." Alec stood up and came to stand behind Magnus. His ass looked especially good in his gold striped navy blue sweats and Alec wanted to get his hands on them.

"Should I be worried? Are you planning to let them succeed?" Magnus asked, bending over to check on his werewolf fang supply.  Alec took in a deeeep breath.

"Oh man" he said, mostly to himself, eyes glued.

Magnus straightened up and turned around, "What?" he asked, eyes all big and innocent, lined with gold kohl.

Alec shook his head, "Nothing."

Magnus took a step right into Alec's personal space, "You sure?" he asked.

Alec's hungry eyes were locked on Magnus', mouth slightly open.

"What were we talking about?" he asked eventually.

Magnus smiled, stepping even closer, "Nothing important." he said placing his hand squarely in the middle of Alec's chest as he gave him a coy look from beneath his lashes.

Alec leaned down, eyes on Magnus mouth. Magnus tilted his head up so that Alec had all the access he could want.

"Magnus" Alec whispered before he closed the distance and their lips met. 

Alec wasn't one to think of rainbows on roses or whiskers on kittens; He didn't read poetry or believe that the earth moved when two people kissed...

And yet...

Somehow all those things applied when he was kissing Magnus.

He would go to slit his own throat before he admitting it aloud though.

"Soo, you come here often?" Magnus asked him with a lazy smile, wrapping his arms around Alec's waist.

"I wanna come often, here" Alec replied with a smirk.

Magnus closed his eyes in pain, "So bad." he said before leaning in again to kiss Alec briefly, "Wanna take this to the bedroom?" he whispered to the shadowhunter.

"Yes please" Alec said already propelling them in that direction. 


 

"You need to do better" the man said as he aimed concentrated UV light in different patterns as she screamed.

"I am! I did!! I promise. I tried everything." Camille screamed.

"Really? You gave it your best shot? Then why is the warlock still with the shadowhunter?" The UV light was heading for her face.

"Please! please! One more chance. This time I won't let you down. I promise!!" Camille begged.

The man sighed, ,then moved the UV rays away, "You better." he said.

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There was a knock on the door as Magnus and Alec sat on the verandah, enjoying the peace and quiet and making out. 

Alec sat up, "You expecting somebody? It's pretty late" he said unable to stop the narrowing of his eyes or the tensing of his body.

"Nobody" Magnus said with a shake of his head.

Alec stood up and strode indoors, heading for the door. Magnus sighed, rearranging his pants so the erection wasn't so obvious and stood up to follow Alec.

"Isabelle!" he heard the shadowhunter exclaim and made to hurry forward. Isabelle was just stepping into the loft, looking like she hadn't slept since the last time they saw her. Alec reached out to help her, support her weight but Isabelle pushed him away.

"Magnus" she said looking straight at him, "We have a problem."

Magnus stepped closer, erection forgotten, "Tell us" he said.

The tale that Isabelle told had Magnus reeling with confusion yet at the same time, it surprised him not at all. Alec was looking at him, as if waiting for answers, or something to this revelation.

There were no answers.

What?

He and Alec...?

It was ridiculous.

Wasn't it?

"Did you manage to get anything out of Meliorn?" he asked.

Isabelle shook her head, "I went straight to his home as soon as I arrived but...from what I could gather, he's in Paris for fashion week. Something about Olivier Rousteng being his cousin? I don't know. But I have to get there. Will you portal me?"

Magnus perked up at the thought of fashion week, "I'll do better than that my dear. I shall come with you. But first, you need to get some rest. Go on with you. Jace's room is currently unoccupied. Why don't you go freshen up, and I'll bring you a nice soothing sleeping elixir."

"Magnus we have no time to-"

"Isabelle" Alec interrupted, "He's right. You need to rest."

Isabelle looked from one to the other then gave a put upon sigh and stood up, "Okay but we leave first thing in the morning right?" she said to Magnus.

"First thing" Magnus agreed, "Now go on with you."

There was a heavy silence once she left the room.

"Magnus" Alec began.

Magnus lifted his hand for silence, "Not now. We'll talk about it later, when we have all the facts. Now I'm going to make Isabelle's elixir and then we're going to bed."

Magnus swept out of the living room without waiting for a reply.


 

Alec watched Magnus leave the room, his bedroom slippers slapping noisily on the tile. He leaned back on the couch, breath escaping his body in a puff.

What Isabelle had found out was mind boggling, not so much for the fact that he was destined to overthrow the Clave...

Well, that too.

But what worried him at the moment was the composition of the forces arrayed against them. With a prophecy like that hanging over all their heads, only the angels knew what these people would do. It was necessary to have a list.

A list of possible suspects.

But even with that, what were they to do with it?

Kill everyone?

Resist?

It was disconcerting to say the least. 

Magnus walked past the door of the living room toward the kitchen and Alec followed him with his eyes until he could no longer see him.

He couldn't imagine not having the warlock in his life.

Not anymore.

Maybe if this had happened before they made love...

His mind took him back to that time, Magnus saying something about being afraid to lose him; how ridiculous that had sounded to him at the time...

Magnus lose him?

Even then it had seemed more likely that he might suddenly discover he was in love with Clary than that he would ever leave Magnus.

He'd had it bad even then.

Had he known?

Alec shook his head, thinking about how frantically he had kissed Magnus; how it had just not been enough. Twenty years of celibacy were bursting out of him that night, clamoring for everything.

Now now now!

He had stepped back from Magnus, whipping his shirt off his head as fast as he could so he could lean back down and take Magnus' mouth in his. But then Magnus had sat up too, mimicking Alec and taking his shirt off. That distracted Alec from Magnus' mouth to the pinpoints of his nipples, seemingly begging for Alec's hot tongue to get them all wet and hard as he sucked them hard and long.  His whole body arching in want, as his painful penis strained his pants to tearing point. Magnus had reached up and cupped him.

"Alec" he'd said voice rough with desire and the shadowhunter had almost come in his hand.

Like a goddamned rookie.

Well he was a rookie.

He didn't know what he wanted!

There were Magnus' long thin beautiful fingers, massaging him gently - he didn't want them to stop.

His other hand, threading gently through Alec's hair, making him want to whine like a needy puppy.

There were his nipples, wet and hard with Alec's spit, and his hard chest, begging for Alec's tongue to taste every inch.

His...

Oh God, Magnus' length...creating a tent in his pants; stimulating Alec's saliva glands like Pavlov's dogs, making him a salivate to get his mouth around it. He had shuffled downward, staring down at Magnus with fascinated eyes. Magnus had reached for his pants without a word and pulled them down, exposing himself to Alec's ravenous eyes. His penis jumped in his own pants and it was his turn to mimic Magnus and pull his pants down.

"Come here" Magnus said holding his arms open and Alec went, fitting his mouth to Magnus' even as his hands closed around his pen-.

"Alec?" the shadowhunter startled out of his daydream as he looked up to see the real life Magnus staring down at him, "You okay? You seemed very far away."

Alec stood up and smiled at his boyfriend, "I was right here" he said leaning down to take Magnus' lower lip between his teeth and suck gently. Magnus surged forward, taking the kiss from playful to desperate in 0.5 seconds.

"Bed" Magnus growled and Alec obeyed, picking him up as he wrapped his legs around Alec's waist, and carrying him as fast as possible to their room.

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Madzie climbed on the bed and on top of Magnus. She straddled him, playing with the hoop earring he'd left in his ear. He tried to ignore her and continue sleeping but then she started to pull on the hoop and with a sigh, he had to open his eyes.

"Madzie? What is it? Can Alec help you with anything?" Magnus asked, hand feeling behind him for his boyfriend. The other side of the bed was empty and cold. Magnus sat up in surprise.

"Where's Alec?" he asked, not really speaking to Madzie, but she answered him anyway.

"He went to work. Said to kiss you good morning and remind you that you have to go to Paris with Isabelle" Madzie said. Magnus stared at her in fascination. It was still unusual for her to speak so much. Her voice was so cute.

"Oh yeah. Is Isabelle up?" Magnus asked, settling Madzie more squarely in his lap.

The little girl leaned forward to whisper in his ear. She looked disturbed, "She's cooking" she whispered and Magnus smiled. He'd heard about Isabelle's cooking.

"We'd better go do something about that then, hadn't we?" he whispered back to Madzie.

Madzie nodded quite hard in agreement. Magnus lifted her and placed her on the floor so he could get up. He was vaguely thankful that he had no morning wood, what with the really early morning sex they'd had at the crack of dawn; before apparently, Alec decided to take off without a word.

Magnus pushed that thought to the back of his mind, deciding he'd take it up with Alec later when he had a minute. Right now he had to go rescue his kitchen from Isabelle and then pack for fashion week. Not an easy thing to accomplish in one morning. 

"Let's go my dear" he told Madzie and they made their way to the kitchen.


 

There was nobody available to babysit so Madzie came along to Paris. Magnus thought that her fashion sense was quite good but it didn't hurt to be exposed to good clothes as early as possible. He was excited to share this with her, and Isabelle who would also appreciate it.

They got a suite of rooms at a small secluded boutique hotel owned by a warlock. Magnus chose it because the security was top notch. He'd told Kim so when she'd asked for a recommendation but her husband was a werewolf and he did not really trust warlocks.

"How do we begin to find Meliorn?" Isabelle asked as Magnus looked over the PFW schedule.

"The Balmain show is tonight. I expect he'll be there. It won't be easy to get tickets at this late stage but I think I can manage it."

"If anyone can, you can" Isabelle said with a smirk.

Magnus turned to her with a reluctant smile, "I'd have to ask you to keep an eye on Madzie while I...wheel and deal. I've arranged for a spa day for the two of you-" He left out that part where he thought she needed it, "- go on and pamper yourselves."

Isabelle grinned with delight, "You're the best Magnus."

"Mmm. Yes well...I shall be going now" he said, cheeks coloring slightly with embarrassment.

He clicked his fingers and disappeared.

Isabelle turned to Madzie, "So? Are you ready to have a good time with auntie Isabelle Madzie?" she asked.

Madzie nodded.


 

Magnus went to see a man about a dog.

Still, he didn't know if he was being paranoid or not, but he felt like he was being watched.

He wasn't one to dismiss such a feeling; even when he wasn't one half of an impossible prophecy. He stayed alert, keeping an eye out for anyone who looked...he didn't even know.

He met with Marcelle, his contact in the fashion industry and gave him a generous amount of money for three front row seats at the Balmain show.

"You know you're always welcome at Fashion Week Magnus, but these were not easy to find" Marcelle said as he handed them over.

"I know my dear man, that's why I came straight to you."

A flash of red at the periphery of his vision had him whipping his head around fast.

Was that a familiar sweep of dark hair he'd seen or was he hallucinating?

"Magnus? Anything wrong?" Marcelle asked.

Magnus turned to him with a wide smile, "Absolutely not" he said.


 

They didn't have to look for Meliorn at the show, because he found them first.

"Isabelle. It's good to see you looking well" he said.

Isabelle smiled, "Well, now I know that I'm looking better. Seelies can't lie right?"

"Absolutely" Meliorn said with a small bow, before turning to the warlock, "Magnus" he said.

"Meliorn. We need to talk."

"I deduced as much" Meliorn said looking at the three of them speculatively, "Olivier has a small office backstage, we can go there."

Magnus nodded, "Lead the way" he said as the room surged with Rihanna singing about the freakin' weekend from all the speakers.

"Tell us about the prophecy" Magnus said as soon as Meliorn had closed the door.

The seelie sighed, "Who has told you about that?" he asked.

"One of your seelie friends told me to warn you about the fact that 'they' know about it. Who are 'they' Meliorn?" Isabelle said.

"One of my friends? And where did you encounter this friend?"

"He was locked up in Idris. Now tell us" Isabelle said.

Meliorn sighed, closing his eyes and then opening them again, "There has been a prophecy passed from generation to generation among seelies, about a new alliance that will take over the shadow world, overturn the Clave's rule and bring about a new order. It says that it will involve a union of downworlders and shadowhunters when a love match is made between them. Many have tried to make this prophecy come true with no success. So maybe you and Alec are it, maybe not. We do not know."

"Huh" Magnus said looking thoughtful.

"Is it a love match between you and the lightwood boy?" Meliorn asked looking supremely curious.

Magnus opened his mouth and then closed it again. He turned to Isabelle, "We should go" he said, clicking his fingers and opening a portal, "Thank you for the information Meliorn" he continued as he ushered Isabelle and Madzie into the portal.

He portaled them back to the hotel. There were still a few shows they could catch, the Dior show for one. No need to hurry back. His phone rang and he saw that it was Alec.

"I have to take this" he said to Isabelle, "Why don't you and Madzie go change for dinner and I'll meet you at the elevator?" 

Isabelle nodded, taking Madzie's hand in hers.


 

Something woke Isabelle later on that night; a noise in the corridor. She got up, grabbing her seraph blade and went to the door listening intently.

A giggle.

Shuffling in the corridor.

Isabelle frowned.

The only people on this floor were Madzie, Magnus and herself. She glanced at the second bed where Madzie lay asleep before easing the door open.

A woman was sauntering down the corridor, straightening her clothes and smiling smugly. She had long straight hair and walked duck footed. Isabelle would know that profile anywhere. 

Camille.

She looked across at Magnus door which was shut with no light shining underneath. Her eyes narrowed.

Was he cheating on her brother?