So I tried my hand at Malec. I love this couple. I hope you like this. I know it's probably not my finest, but I am trying, I promise.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything that I mention in this story-not the Mortal Instrument characters, One Night at McCool's, Frankenstein, or even Harry Potter for that matter. Maybe the colour blue... has anyone claimed the color blue?

*Nov, 2011

Just an update: This was written well before City of Fallen Angels came out, so some of the content may now be slightly wrong (ie: chapter 6). This fic is also complete (yay!).

"This is going to be a really simple game. I'll ask questions and you'll answer them. If I don't like the answer, you have to take off a piece of clothing. If you don't like the question, I'll take off something. Okay?"

Alec nodded, despite the feeling in his gut that despite the many layers of clothing he had on in comparison to Magnus, he was surely going to be naked (or close to it) long before his boyfriend. He was trying to please him. Magnus had done so much for him. He could help the traitorous blush that rose up on his cheeks at the thought of being the only one naked—and under the bright light of the room, too.

"All right," Magnus said. He stretched his long limbs, almost becoming as long as the bed they were lying on. His shirt rode up enough to expose his unblemished skin, up past where he should have had a navel. Alec wanted to reach out and feel the smooth skin there, as it fascinated him even after a year of being with the warlock. Instead, he fisted his hands into the bright, poppy red material of the comforter. It had been swapped with the typical canary yellow sheets the week before.

Alec missed the yellow.

"Favourite colour?" Magnus asked.

"Black."

"That's not a colour, black is a shade. Give me something better than that Shadowhunter," Magnus demanded. "Shirt off."

Alec shook his head. "At least leave me the option of what to take off."

Magnus frowned, but nodded in agreement.

"I like blue," he amended while taking off a sock.

"Me too. Favourite movie." It was a demand, not a question this time.

Alec had to scour his brain for that one. What was a movie he had seen recently? There was that one about the DVD player... "Um..." Alec stalled. Then he remembered. "One Night at McCool's."

Magnus seemed content with the answer. He smiled and asked for another one. "Favourite book?"

"Frankenstein."

"Why?"

"Because it's not real."

"Care to explain?"

"Why would I want to read about supposed fictional characters? Vampires and werewolves exist. It irritates me to read about mundane dealing with them."

Magnus pondered his answer for awhile. "So I take it you don't like Harry Potter?"

"Who?"

"Hmm, I take it you don't know any current literature, do you?"

"No."

"That's fine. The classics are better anyway." Magnus shifted to lie on his side. Alec mirrored him, twining their feet together. "Biggest regret?"

Alec took his time to answer that one. He only had one real regret. "Leaving Max and Isabelle alone with Sebastian."

Magnus sighed. He wasn't expecting that answer. It was sobering. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay," Alec shrugged uncomfortably. Magnus put his hand on his cheek, and Alec kissed his palm.

"Do you miss him?"

"Every day."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Next question," Alec responded, pulling away slightly. He did not want to get into details about Max's death again.

Magnus took his aversion without questioning. "Sparkles?" he asked of something much different.

Alec sighed. "Only on you."

Magnus kissed him. "Most sensitive place to be kissed?"

"Belly button."

Magnus raised his eyebrows in suspicion. "Maybe if you were getting a raspberry. Take something else off. And I want a better answer than that."

Alec took his time undoing his belt and zipper. He shimmied out of his pants slowly resisting the urge to throw them at Magnus. It fell noisily to the floor with his socks. He really didn't want to admit his most sensitive spot out loud. Magnus already knew.

"Well?" the warlock asked when Alec said nothing.

"I don't like the question, you take something off."

Alec watched as Magnus pulled his shirt off his thin frame. He smirked.

Magnus grinned back. He had no problem with being half naked (or completely naked, as he often was in the confines of his bedroom). "I already know you squirm when I kiss your inner thigh. But I would have liked to hear it come from your lips. And not just in the form of a gasp or moan." He trailed his fingers down Alec's stomach, down his hip bone, and stopped right at the spot they both knew of. Alec shivered at the touch.

He didn't like the game so much, with the one-sided questions. "What about yours? I can think of several spots that I know you like."

Magnus shook his head, his hair falling in front of his eyes. Alec brushed the hair back off his face. With a snap of his finger, Magnus managed to remove Alec's shirt. Alec didn't have to look over the side of the bed to know it was now with his socks and pants. He didn't even blush at his sudden exposure.

The questions stopped as Magnus brought his mouth to Alec's for a long, deep kiss. Alec fisted his fingers in Magnus's soft hair, glad that it was down straight. It felt much better to play with whenever there weren't any sparkles or gel in it. Magnus cooed at Alec's actions, moving to lay right on top of Alec. Their bare chests met, sending shivers down Alec's spine, but he didn't shy away like he usually did. Even after becoming intimate Alec had shied away from too much affection at first. He didn't blush nearly as much in Magnus's presence, but he still couldn't hold his hand in public.

It was always easier behind the closed door of Magnus's room. Even in his own bedroom at the Institute Alec couldn't relax the same way he did in Magnus's loft. At Magnus's he felt completely alone. At the Institute there always seemed to be an audience, or competition from Clary and Jace. Those two couldn't keep their hands off each other for very long.

Magnus stopped kissing Alec. He groaned at the loss of contact as the warlock sat up on his knees. "Where are you tonight? You've been distracted all evening."

"Sorry," Alec apologized.

"Don't be. Just try to focus on us," Magnus told him.

Alec couldn't stand their lack of contact. He pushed himself up by his elbows to bring his mouth back to Magnus's. It was pure bliss when their lips met again. Alec could feel heat generating between them, as their tongues met and battled.

There was a chuckle that erupted from Magnus. Alec broke off the kiss the second time. "What is it?" he question, very confused.

The warlock was grinning wide. "I was just thinking of the first time I removed your pants and briefs at the same time without your permission. It was kind of funny in a very sad way."

That wasn't what Alec was expecting. He frowned at the memory. "You had me standing in the living room naked. It was horrifying."

"But you didn't notice until I took mine off too."

Alec shook his head, averting his gaze.

Magnus put his hand on Alec's chin, forcing the Shadowhunter to look at him. "Can I take off your briefs now?"

Alec debated whether or not to give him the small request. "Sure," he finally said.

There was the cool brush of air in his nether region, and he gasped at the lack of heat.

"Cold? Let me warm you up."