A/N: Hello. Wow, it has been a while since I posted anything. Well, not that long, but I still feel really nostalgic. Basically, what this is is me getting rid of my obsession. I've been obsessing about Alec/Magnus for the last couple days, and I figure the best way to drown this problem is by writing cute little scenes of every type to get it out of my system so I can work on my main story without the constant longing for warlock/shadowhunter!sex. They won't be connected between chapter, but it they do turn out to be, I'll tell you. Basically, it's just a bunch of one-shots. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: not mine. CC's.

Alec's new favorite color was leather.

This was the only tangible thought he'd had in nearly two hours, his head full of the fizzy green drink Magnus kept pouring into his cup and the thought of what those leather clad fingers could do to a certain part of his anatomy (*winkwink nudgenudge*). Magnus plopped down on the red velvet couch next to him and casually slung an arm around his shoulders, like he would do this with every guy he met. Which he very well might. Dangling precariously from thin, gloved fingers was a crystal champagne glass, filled to the half-way mark with a thick red liquid that Alec would have called blood expect for the fact that that made no sense, and the drink smelled like his sisters perfume. "How do you like it?" Before Alec could respond with the extremely eloquent "On my back, I guess.", Magnus indicated the fizzy drink in his hand. Blushing furiously, Alec mumbled a vague assertion and threw the rest down his throat, wondering if Magnus was looking at his neck when he did it. When he pulled his head foreword again, he found his vision was blurry.

"It's a special drink humans don't know about. It would kill them within five minutes of consumption." But he said it with a devious smile, as though dieing was sexual and a turn-on. Which, with Magnus, it probably was. (but, then again, most things —things that normally weren't sexual— were sexual with Magnus —like brushing your teeth, or tyeing your shoe, or reading a book) "But I bet if they found out about it, you wouldn't even have time to stock them in a bar."

"Wha's that?" I slurred, indicating his drink with a sloppy wave of my hand.

"Oh, this?" Magnus looked at the drink as though he'd forgotten about it. "I'm not sure what it's real name is, but on the street, it's known as Saturday Night." He held it up to me. "Would you like to try some? It's an aphrodisiac."

Alec stared at the cup in front of him. An offering. Alec, who was never one to turn down a fight (even if he wasn't entirely sure what 'aphrodisiac' meant), boldly took the drink and threw it back with the ferociousness one might use to swipe off the contents of an office desk to ready it for sex. It was tangy, and a little sweet —almost spicy— and thick, like chocolate sauce. Yet it tasted like the sparkling apple juice his parents had given him as a child on New Year's Eve.

"So," Magnus started out casually, rubbing soothing circles on Alec's arm, easing the tenision coiled in his shoulders until his head sank back on the warlocks thin shoulder. "It seems that you'll be staying here for a while."

"Seems that way." Alec murmured back sleepily. All he could think about was hoe close his lip were to Magnus's throat. He wondered if the warlock noticed as much as he did.

"It doesn't really make sense for you to sleep on the couch. . . Who knows how long you'll be here, and it's so bumpy. . ."

Hopefully not that long. "Guess not. . ." Alec inched closer to Magnus by half a centimeter and thought that the couch was actually pretty soft.

"And I don't really have a spare room. . . So. . ."

It hadn't been that hard for him to conjure up a new coffee table, couch, floor tiling, curtains, carpet, and spiral staircase, ("In celebration for having guests over", was his excuse, but Alec hadn't bought it for a second, and had a good feeling the warlock was just showing off) but Alec didn't say anything because he was still curled into Magnus's side and brushing his neck with his lips every time he spoke, so he was probably asking for it. "Magnus?"

"Yes?"

"Are you propositioning me?"

He sighed. "Can't just let a guy be subtle, can you?"

Alec didn't say anything. Magnus was silent. Then he sighed. Then:

"Yes, I suppose I am."

More silence. Then:

"So. . . Is it working?"

What was he supposed to say to that? Alec lifted up his head and opened his mouth and showed him.

It wasn't until nearly three hours later that the forms under the covers stopped moving and the sighs and moans stopped echoing off the walls and Chairman Moew came out from his Special Hiding Place (the one he goes to every time the Food Provider starts wrestling with one of the various Petters or Tail-Stepper-Oners that he brought into the poor cat's sanctum from time-to-time) and Alec collapsed back on the warm sheets and realized something.

"Hey, Magnus?"

"Hm?" Magnus's head popped up from under the covers, less intimidating without the make-up, licking something from his lips. He propped his head up on his hand and stared down at the flushed shadowhunter.

"Did you know I'm a virgin?"

Magnus just stared at him for a very long while.

"I mean. . . I was."

"I certainly hoped you enjoyed it, then," Magnus purred in a very Magnus-Way. His hand was on Alec's stomach again and was tracing something delicate and curly on the still-slightly-moist skin there. He wasn't sure what it said, but Alec had already detected a 3 and a C-A-R-R-O-T, so it was pretty much up in the air at this point.

"I did," Alec answered, maybe a little too somberly. Then he blinked. "I wasn't aware this was a water-bed. . ."

"It isn't."

"Hm," Alec didn't believe him.

"I'm sorry," Magnus sighed. "We should have waited until you were more coherent. Especially for your first time."

"I," Alec said, with all the dignity one with dried cum on their stomach could muster. "Am completely coherent."

"Alright," Magnus held up a hand, then lowered three fingers. "How many fingers am I holding up?"

Alec gave him a look, then looked at his hand, then back at his face. "Two fingers. . ."

Magnus had just a moment to be surprised —

". . .and a duck."

—before Alec made his point for him.

"You see?" Magnus said, leaning back and basking in the glow of being right.

"No."

"You said 'Two fingers and a duck'."

"No, I didn't."

"Yes, you did."

"I think I would remember something like that."

"You're just too wasted to remember."

"Something I said five seconds ago?"

"So it would appear."

"You're so full of crap."

"But you love me anyway, right?"

". . ."

"Alec. . . Right?"

Silence.

Magnus reached over to shake Alec's shoulder in desperation, but the shadowhunter was already fast asleep.