Malec Moments

The Seelie Court

The last thing Alec saw before the door closed behind Isabelle, Simon, Clary, and Jace was Jace smirking and wiggling his eyebrows. He scowled at the door and nearly threw a lime green throw pillow at it, even though it was already too late to hit Jace with it.

He wasn't exactly upset about being left behind with Magnus as his friends went to the Seelie Court without him, but all sorts of images and accusations were running through his mind, and he was having trouble sorting through them: Jace's knowing expression as he left the apartment, Magnus clearing his throat, accusatorily, when he saw Alec touching Jace's shoulder, the possessive look Magnus sometimes got when he looked at Alec, and wondering if his own face was betraying him when he looked at Magnus.

He hugged the pillow to his chest and wedged himself deeper into the couch. Magnus sat down beside him, holding the remains of his coffee. He was silent, contemplative, for several minutes before finally speaking.

"What the hell was that, Alexander?" Magnus asked. Though his words sounded sharp, his tone was placid. He glanced at Alec out of the corner of his eye, reading his reaction.

"What the hell was what?" Alec said into the pillow, refusing to look at Magnus, afraid some of his thoughts my show on his face.

"You rubbing all over Jace."

"I wasn't rubbing all over Jace!" Alec said defensively, feeling mortified.

"Actually, you were. Are you still in love with him?" Magnus sounded conversational as if he'd asked Alec if it were raining outside, not accusing his boyfriend of loving another man.

"What-Magnus-what," Alec spluttered, unable to form a complete thought. He flushed furiously and sunk his head even further behind the pillow.

Magnus grabbed the pillow and tossed it onto an armchair, the pillow landing perfectly with a soft "puff." Alec turned to him in surprise, his mouth hanging open.

Magnus shrugged. "Alexander, I like you and I just want to know where I stand. If we are just fooling around, fine. But I think I have the right to know if you are still in love with Jace."

"I'm not," Alec said too quickly, too defensively. Magnus arched an eyebrow at him, and Alec really wished he still had the pillow to hide behind. Alec sighed and said, "Look, I don't know how I feel about Jace, or you, or anything anymore. I'm so confused."

Magnus couldn't stop himself from touching Alec's cheek, gently with the backs of his long fingers. This damn Nephilim got to him in ways no one else ever had.

"Why are you so confused?"

Magnus's touch sent shivers through him, and he leaned into it automatically. "I'm confused because…because I've had these feelings for Jace for a long time, and…and I've never wanted to turn them off as badly as I do now. But I can't, I don't know-how. And I like you, Magnus. I like the way it feels when you touch me, and when you kiss me. I like being near you, talking to you. And at the same time, I'm terrified that someone is going to discover my secret, and I'll lose everything." It seemed that once Alec started confessing, he was unable to stop.

Magnus studied him for several long minutes, processing everything Alec had just said. Finally, he said, "So let's make it less confusing."

Alec's eyes darted to Magnus. "How do we do that?"

Magnus flashed him a brilliant smile. "We just concentrate on us," he said, letting his hand trail down Alec's arm until their fingers met. He twined his fingers in Alec's and brought Alec's hand up to his mouth. He pressed a soft kiss to the back of his hand before tugging him closer. Alec's body responded willingly.

Magnus kissed Alec's shoulder, moving along his collarbone to his exposed neck. Alec stiffened.

"Hang on," he said abruptly. Magnus stopped mid-kiss and pulled back to look at Alec questioningly. "The last time you did that, you left a mark. I had to endure Jace teasing me about it, saying I looked like I'd had a run-in with a vampire. Not cool, Magnus."

Magnus chuckled, his shoulders shaking and his eyes sparkling. "So lie better next time," he challenged.

Alec looked taken aback. "I don't lie," he said, indignantly. "Not well anyway. Besides, he wouldn't have believed whatever lie I told. He probably wouldn't have believed me if I'd actually told him the truth."

Magnus smirked at him. "What? Stop looking at me that way!" Alec said, trying to sound angry but not quite able to.

Magnus composed his face in what he hoped was humility, though he never used that expression so he wasn't entirely sure he could actually pull it off. Apparently it worked, for Alec conceded. "Oh, just don't leave any marks. OK?"

Alec exposed his neck to Magnus's hungry lips. Magnus moved Alec's shirt aside to expose more skin on his neck and collarbone. He trailed kissed along the skin, kissing each white scar in turn. He kissed and nipped at Alec's neck, sending thrills through Alec's body, turning him pliant at his every touch. Magnus loved the way his Shadowhunter yielded to him.

Magnus ran a hand under Alec's shirt, caressing his back, sending chills down his spine. Alec wound his hands through Magnus's hair, pulling his mouth up to meet his own. Magnus kissed him, pressing his mouth firmly against Alec's, over and over again. All thought left Alec's mind as he melted completely into the kiss. There was nothing else in the world at that moment, only Magnus and Alec, kissing almost desperately.

Alec's lips parted and Magnus's tongue entered his mouth. Magnus seemed to be exploring every dark corner of Alec's mouth. Every time their tongues brushed, Alec felt a shock run through his body. Alec gripped Magnus more tightly, pressing his chest to Magnus's. Suddenly, Alec thrust his own tongue against Magnus's. Magnus retreated, allowing Alec entrance into his mouth. Alec explored Magnus's mouth with the wonder of a youth learning something new. He ran his tongue over Magnus's palate and felt Magnus tremble at the touch. Alec grinning inwardly.

Magnus's free hand landed gently on Alec's knee. As they continued to kiss, Magnus slowly stroked the inside of Alec's thigh. Alec felt himself stir. He placed a hand over Magnus's, stopping his progress.

"Wait," Alec said, breaking the kiss. He was panting and felt dizzy. He shook his head to try and clear it, try to regain his ability to think.

"What's wrong?" Magnus replied. His expression was a mixture of worry, desire, and confusion.

"I-I'm not ready…to…you know," Alec stammered, his face flushing vividly.

Magnus searched his face for meaning. His eyebrows suddenly disappeared under his hair as he realized what Alec was saying.

"Do you mean you are not ready for s*x?" He asked, soothingly. Alec nodded. Magnus smiled at him. "Are you a virgin, Alexander?" Alec nodded again.

Magnus kissed him softly on the cheek, trailing kisses along his jawline to the depression beneath his ear. "You can stop me any time you like, you know," he whispered softly into Alec's ear.

Alec pulled away to look Magnus in the eye. "I'm eighteen years old. I don't know if I'll have the self-control to stop you."

Magnus grinned evilly. "So we'll go until you do," Alec said nothing. Magnus eyed him curiously. "What exactly concerns you about this, Alexander?" Alec shrugged. "Are you concerned about getting caught? Or about getting caught with me? Certainly, you are not afraid of getting pregnant." Magnus pressed, trying to anything to get Alec to talk.

Alec rolled his eyes and chuckled. "No, I'm not afraid of getting pregnant, you idiot." Then more seriously, "I just want my first time to mean something."

Magnus sobered. "And you don't think it would mean something with me?" Alec was sure he saw the hurt in Magnus's eyes.

Alec cupped Magnus's cheeks in his hands and shook his head. "That's not what I'm saying, at all," he said, and there was an urgency to his tone. "I-I just want to be in love first," he finished quietly.

Magnus straightened. "And you are not in love with meThis Nephilim is going to be the death of me, he thought wryly. "Of course I understand. And as I said before, you can stop me any time you like."

Relief washed over Alec. Magnus leaned in to kiss Alec again, positioning a hand behind Alec's neck to keep him in place. "So tell me," Magnus said between kisses, "Is this too far?" He kissed along Alec's jawline. Alec shook his head slightly and Magnus grinned.

"How about this?" Magnus kissed the depression beneath Alec's ear, then impulsively, sucked Alec's earlobe into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. Alec gasped softly but again shook his head.

"And this?" Magnus trailed his fingers up Alec's spine, causing him to shiver, as he kissed Alec's collarbone. Again, Alec gave consent.

"Or maybe this?" Magnus lightly ran his fingers up the inside of Alec's thigh to the top of the waistband on his jeans. Alec sucked in a breath, but still didn't stop him. Magnus's hand turned and slid over the bulge in the front of Alec's pants, and Alec froze.

"Th-there. Y-you can stop there," he said, breathlessly.

Magnus bit his lip and then smiled. He pulled back to read Alec's face. "Well, now that you've drawn a line in the sand, I'll be sure not to cross it." He smiled brightly at Alec, and Alec began to relax.

He leaned in again, be sure to kiss and touch Alec only the way he requested. He loved the feel of Alec trembling as he ran his hand up the boy's spine. The way Alec seemed to melt when Magnus kissed him was intoxicating. The feel of Alec's hands on his own body was driving him insane, and he kissed Alec deeper, more passionately.

A series of beeps sobered them faster than they would have thought possible. Alec reached for his phone and glanced at the name.

"It's a text from Jace," he said apprehensively. Magnus swore under his breath, something about not being able to catch a break. Alec flipped open the phone and scanned the text.

"What does golden boy want," said Magnus, irritably. "Tell me he's not saying he's dead."

Alec glanced sideways at Magnus. "No. He's not dead. But for some reason he wants us to meet him at a Jewish cemetery in Queens. He sent the address. And he wants us to bring blood."

Magnus stared at Alec, wide-eyed. What the hell has Jace done now, he thought, as he rolled off the couch, pulled Alec to his feet, and grabbed their coats.