"I want Alec. Just for... shall we say, a night?"

They'd all been kept so busy, trying to save Luke, and then safeguard the Goblet, that they'd all - shadowhunters and werewolf alike (though Luke couldn't really be asked to recal anything, having been mostly unconscious at the time) - forgotten about the promise Alec had given Magnus when he'd arrived at the last second, driven to rebellion through his parents' actions, past and present. No one really doubted that Magnus would have done his outmost to help them anyway, (especially as he had been fighting to keep Luke alive even as Alec walked in the door, no promise made yet) but Alec had agreed to his price/cheeky suggestion none the less.

So now, goblet secure and Clary, Issy and Jace leaving after a quick check-in with the powerful warlock and nightfall rolling in with all of its soothing, soft darkness, Alec found himself sitting in Magnus' surprisingly comfortable couch, alone with the warlock for the first time in... actually, he realised with some startlement, growing increasingly nervous, maybe ever.

Alec had little knowledge of personal relations - beyond his parabetai and siblings - and while he had been more than willing to stay around for drinks while Magnus kept an eye on the healing Luke, that was almost the full extent of his romantic knowledge at this point. He swallowed. What, exactly, was Magnus expecting from him tonight? He would never go back on his word... but, maybe, giving it had been a mistake.

"Relax." Before he knew it, and - more importantly - before he could work himself into even more of a panic, Magnus appeared by his knees, holding artful glasses of something which didn't look like alcohol this time. Taking in his guest's nervous appearance, most likely, the warlock smiled encouragingly.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to do, Alexander. Nothing at all. Just... stay with me tonight?" the warlock offered. At least it sounded very much like an offer to Alec, more than the explanation it ought to have been, anyway. He nodded in responce.

Strangely, he was not startled when the downworlder reached out a hand and stroked down his knee with a firm, but tender touch of his entire palm. It felt good. The feeling accompanying it - his throat seemingly closing up just a little, but not in an alarming way, just pleasurable - was unfamiliar but not unwelcome, and when Magnus straddled his lap, kneeling on the couch and encouraging the shadowhunter to lean back, Alec did as the warlock soundlessly directed without question.

He did wonder, as he helplessly let his head drop back, unsure of what to do with his hands, nevermind his head in this situation (not that it mattered much since his head did not seem to have all that much in it at the moment). What Magnus was going to do; would he take advantage of his confusion? Would it - whatever he planned - hurt? Would he actually hurt him? Surely not, right? Alec didn't know. There was a slight tinge of panic in his thoughts, but at the same time, he was also strangely calm. Someone with more people-experience than Alec - maybe Isabelle or even Magnus himself - could have told him that it was, in fact, because deep down, he trusted the warlock.

Even so, he needn't have worried about it, though, as Magnus merely moved with him, whispering softly in his ear, half-secrets about magic which Alec would have been eager to hear if he'd only had his head with him, and started to unbutton his shirt.

The warlock moved slowly, one button at a time, and then he gently bent forward and captured Alec's mouth in a kiss. It was sweet - not that Alec had all that much comparison material - and felt very soft. The shadowhunter let out a long, nervous breath as the kiss ended, but the warlock merely went back to mapping his chest with his fingers, not making any move to take things further. Suddenly, Alec was struck by the clear-as-day realisation that Magnus was not going to.

"Stay with me tonight," was what he had said, and that was indeed all he intended. A small part of Alec was frustrated at not having done anything - he was not entirely sure what, to be honest - the night before, when he could bet Magnus would have been more easily persuaded, but mostly he was just relieved. He started to feel that maybe, just maybe, he wanted Magnus to teach him this, and he agreed with the warlock's judgement: not under the influence of a promise (nor alcohol, for that matter), and not in a rush. Alec had waited to want for years, though nowhere near as long as Magnus had seemingly waited to dare love again, and they wouldn't lose patience now. It would be fine: all in good time.

Look at that, I am obsessed with Magnus/Alec, apparently. Well, I have never done semi-canon slash before, and I have for straight parings (you define Merlin/Freya!) so that's just fair! (If anyone has any canon girl/girl pairing I can write, do let me know. I am trying to try it all here, but few filmmakers seem to have the same idea!)

I do not own the shadowhunters. Isn't that just... a relief. I don't want the demons to come if they want to steal them. I'm not good with runes.

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