Author's Note: Well, since so many of you asked for this, I felt it was my duty to at least TRY! If it didn't work, it didn't work, but I thought this turned out okay. I don't usually work on request like this, but if I'd been reading the original story, I'd have wanted it, too…

So, without further ado...the night before!

When Simon looked, he saw Alec and Magnus wrapped up in each others' arms, speaking too softly for prying ears. If he'd looked closely, he would have seen their muted whispers suddenly change course, as Magnus murmured something to Alec that made him blush. He would have seen the gentle caress of Magnus's hand, the sudden spark in Alec's gaze. He would have seen Magnus's eyes pop, a reaction to Alec's whispered reply.

Instead, he saw them vanish out the front door.

When the cab driver looked, he saw two boys sitting next to one another, their eyes never breaking contact. If he'd looked closely, he would have seen the passion in those eyes, the longing, the need. He would have seen Alec's blush return, this time in full force, as Magnus's hand shimmied down his back. He would have seen the impatient tapping of Alec's foot, stilled only when Magnus placed his own over it.

Instead, he saw the lump of cash–no change needed–shoved in his face barely a second after arriving at their destination.

When the landlady looked, she saw her flamboyant tenant kissing that nice boy against his doorstop, hands roaming and bodies pressed together. If she'd looked closely, she would have seen that it was the nice boy who had instigated the kiss, pulling his surprised–yet all-too-willing–boyfriend against him as said boyfriend searched desperately for the doorknob. She would have seen the nice boy's hands tangle in her tenant's hair, the brief break in the kiss that occurred when he tugged. She would have seen her tenant find the doorknob at last, jerking it open and stumbling inside.

Instead, she saw the door slam shut behind them.

-xxxxx-

In 800 years, Magnus had never been so completely, thoroughly turned on.

He'd had his fair share of lovers–more than his fair share, arguably–but none of them had ever affected him like the the dark-haired shadowhunter, who was currently straddling him on his own staircase, capturing his mouth in an unbelievably hot kiss.

Magnus growled, deep in his throat, wrapping a hand in Alec's hair and pulling hard. Alec gasped, but he was in some sort of mood tonight; instead of stopping shyly like he normally would have, he just plunged in deeper, letting his tongue explore Magnus's open mouth.

Magnus moaned. It felt like his whole body was on fire. How was it that this boy could do this to him? How could he ever have thought he was–he shuddered at the word–trivial? It was ridiculous. No trivial person could have made him feel like this.

"Alec," he breathed, taking advantage of one of Alec's brief pauses for air. "Baby, I'm enjoying this as much as you are, but the way this is going, we're gonna be awfully uncomfortable on this little step."

Alec nodded, looking out of breath, as well. Magnus noticed a hint of a blush. That was more like it.

"What do you...what do you suggest?" he asked, his voice sounding slightly hoarse.

"Well, for starters, I'd suggest we go upstairs," Magnus offered, looking him in the eye. Alec nodded, but he didn't move.

"We should–"

But then Magnus cut him off, taking his mouth again, unable to bear another second without it. He dropped his hands from Alec's hair and instead wrapped them around his thighs, gripping tightly. Knowing what was coming, Alec braced himself.

Magnus stood up, lifting Alec (for a well-muscled shadowhunter, he was actually pretty light) along with him. Alec clung to him, wrapping his legs around him and letting Magnus carry him up the stairs. They'd had more than one near-fatal accident trying to ascend the staircase mid-make-out, and clearly Alec thought it was worth it to let Magnus carry him rather than risk ending the whole evening.

Once upstairs, Magnus let Alec down, their lips still locked together. He meant to pull him in the direction of the bedroom, but Alec had other plans. He dragged Magnus to the living room, where he threw him down on the couch and pounced on top of him.

Magnus let his head tilt back with a groan. This was too much. His shy little shadowhunter was coming out of his shell, all at once, and in a most glorious fashion. He couldn't imagine how the moment could get any more perfect.

"Want you...now…" Alec panted, tugging at Magnus's belt buckle. When it came loose, he threw it halfway across the room, where it landed with a thud. Magnus was slightly confused, wondering what on earth Alec was planning. Then, suddenly, his pants were at his knees, and Alec was meeting his gaze, and he just knew.

"Alec," he whispered, as the boy caught his lips again, before that gorgeous mouth began to descend, down the planes of his chest exposed by Alec's eager hands at the doorstep. He knew what was coming, but that didn't stop the pure rush that occurred when Alec's shy mouth came down around Magnus.

Magnus cried out, his words incoherent, strangled by the moans pouring out of his mouth. Alec had only ever indulged in this unspeakable pleasure once, during their first night together in Paris. However, there had been a fair amount of coercing on Magnus's part on that occasion. This was completely unprompted. It was so...so…

Hot. Alec was clearly a novice when it came to oral sex, but Magnus still saw stars as his hot, wet mouth moved over him, in and out, in and out, in and out…

"Oh, baby…"

Then, as an entirely different rush began to wash over him, he yanked himself back into lucidness. Gently, he put a hand to the back of Alec's head, pulling him up to face him.

Alec looked confused. Magnus just smiled, bringing him in for another kiss, this one even more heated, his whole body thrumming. His need was desperate, but he didn't want to get there just yet. He wanted more.

"Unzip your pants," he whispered roughly into Alec's ear. Shaking, Alec obeyed. All that boldness and he was still nervous about undressing in front of him. Magnus shook his head, forever baffled by the boy he loved.

As Alec pulled his pants–and then his boxers–down, Magnus slid off the couch. He did his work best at a lower angle. Finally, when Alec sat before him in all his glory, Magnus put his hands on both thighs and dove in.

Alec let out a raptured cry. That was almost enough to send Magnus into that white haze of ecstasy, but he held back, focusing all of his attention on the task at hand. Alec moaned and ran his hands through his dark hair, crying out again and again, begging for more.

You got it, sweet cheeks. Magnus attacked Alec's lower region, sliding his mouth down and taking him in all at once. Alec let out an ecstatic scream.

"MAGNUS! DON'T STOP!"

Like he would ever deny his lover the pleasure he so deserved. He sucked greedily on the base, massaging his thighs with his hands, coaxing back the natural tension Alec always had when it came to intimacy. Alec's head was thrashing back and forth, and he bucked his hips, thrusting into Magnus's mouth. He'd never realized just how forceful Alec could be. Maybe one day he'd try him out on top…

But that was a thought for a later date. Magnus made a swallowing motion with his mouth, flattening his tongue and letting it slide up the bottom of Alec's length. That was what did it. Alec shot off, a rush of white liquid hitting the back of Magnus's throat. He swallowed it all, down to the last drop, and when he met Alec's eyes again, the baby blues were dazed, hazy with pleasure. He looked as if he might fall asleep right there.

Oh, no you don't.

-xxxxx-

Alec groaned as Magnus lifted him off the couch, dragging him with him in the direction of the bedroom. He was exhausted–from the day, from their pointless feud, from the fight in the building. Not to mention the epic orgasm Magnus had just brought him to. He was looking forward to a good sleep.

With this in mind, he pulled his pants back up, not in the mood to change into pajamas. Magnus sent him a look as he stepped out of his own pants. Alec mentally shrugged. Magnus had always slept in the nude.

They made it to the bedroom without falling, which was impressive, considering Alec's head was swaying from tiredness. Then, as soon as the bedroom door was closed, Magnus had slammed him against it.

"Did you really think you could get off that easily?" he whispered, and Alec shuddered. Of course. Magnus hadn't had a chance to finish yet.

A few weeks ago, Alec would have been nervous, unsure of what to do. He would have told Magnus how tired he was, that he really just wanted to go to bed. But things were different now. He wasn't the same shy little boy who had stumbled into a warlock's party, giggling at everything he said.

"Of course not," he said, taking a handful of Magnus's ass. Magnus's eyes rolled back in his head.

"God, you drive me crazy sometimes," he said, attacking his neck with feverish kisses. Alec moaned, throwing his hands back around his neck, entwining them in his hair, which only spurred Magnus on further.

"Baby," he said, his body pressing hard against Alec's. "I need you. Now."

Alec could sense the urgency in his voice. He moved his hands to slide the shirt off of Magnus's torso, his only remaining clothing. Magnus, in turn, was tugging at Alec's shirt, but his hands were digging, stretching…

The shirt ripped off with a sharp tear. In another setting, Alec might have been angry, but it just made him very aware of the ratio of clothes between the two of them.

"Magnus," he whispered, his hips moving not-so-subtly with his boyfriend's. "Take them off. Now. You can do it…mmmph…" He made a frantic sound as Magnus's hips thrust into his. "...faster!"

Magnus apparently saw the double entendre in Alec's words, and with a loud, echoing snap he whisked away the shadowhunter's remaining clothes. All of a sudden, the room was too hot for Alec to bear. He groaned, leaping again into Magnus's waiting arms, letting him carry him–still grinding their crotches together in a maddening rhythm–over to the bed.

"Magnus, please!" Alec panted, so aroused he felt he might actually burst into tears. He couldn't take this much longer. "I need you!"

But Magnus didn't move. He just stood over him, letting his legs dangle off the bed.

"Tell me," he whispered. Alec stared at him. "Tell me what you need."

Alec swallowed.

"I need you, Magnus. I need you inside of me. I need you...I need you so bad."

Slowly, Magnus laid down with him. He snapped a bottle of lube into his hands, coating himself up.

"More."

"I want you to take me. I want you to make love to me so hard I'll feel like I'll never come down. That's what it feels like when you take me, Magnus. Like...Like heaven."

Magnus cut him off with a kiss, rearranging his body to place him on the bed properly, placing his head against the pillows.

"Alec," he said seriously, looking him in the eye. "I have never–will never–loved anyone the way I love you. There are no words for the way I feel about you."

"Show me," Alec whispered, tears building in his eyes. "Show me how you feel."

Magnus smiled and kissed him, and this time he didn't speak, even after it was done. He steadied himself at Alec's entrance, and when Alec wordlessly told him he was ready, he went in.

Alec's body rose off the bed in a high arc, crashing back down with enough force to break any non-magically-reinforced bedsprings. Magnus captured his lips again, his thrusts long and purposeful. Alec shuddered.

After a few minutes of this, Magnus began to speed up his movements, going in and out of Alec at a dizzying pace. Alec cried out and reached for the headboard, his other hand tangled hopelessly in Magnus's dark hair. They were both shaking now, their minds completely caught up in the moment.

Magnus reached his hand down, taking Alec's straining erection into his hand. Alec's eyes flew open, and he vaguely took in Magnus's sweat-beaded skin, his glowing eyes, his loving yet concentrated expression. Then Magnus began to pump at the pace of his thrusts, and Alec's eyes fluttered closed again.

It was only a short time later that Alec felt his stomach tightening. He knew Magnus was close by the erratic pattern of his thrusts, and though he wanted to wait for him, he simply couldn't hold back any longer. He came with a loud cry of ecstasy, feeling his release and registering numbly that Magnus was coming, as well.

Magnus hit his release hard, shooting off inside of Alec, who was too caught up in his own climax to pay it much mind. When the rush passed, he collapsed on top of Alec, not bothering to pull out.

They stayed like that for a while, each feeling the other's racing pulse. Finally, after a few minutes Alec groaned–not loud, and probably not intentionally, but Magnus knew what he was thinking. Slowly, he withdrew, feeling Alec's chest lift with the sensation. Then he sank down in his usual spot next to him in bed, pulling the worn-out shadowhunter close to him.

"Baby?" he whispered, and Alec's eyes slowly opened. He put a hand on his cheek, stroking gently with his thumb. "You are anything but trivial."

Alec smiled, his eyelids still droopy. He scooted closer to Magnus, draping an arm around his back.

"I know," he said, nestling his chin in Magnus's shoulder. "I love you, Magnus."

"I love you, too, Alec."

And then they both drifted off, peacefully wrapped in each other's arms.

A/N: Whew! That was a long one! If you guys hadn't asked so nicely… Geez, I spoil you! :)

Well, I hope this was a decent send-up to the original story. The first chapter actually came to me while I was at school, but I had to work to get this one out. I hope it turned out okay!

If you liked this, please, please, please review! I love reviewers with all my heart! I really do!