I: Ok, guys: do the disclaimer!

Alec: Jinxed Ink doesn't… you know… own us or the Mortal Instruments series… Cassandra Clare does…

Magnus (randomly): Alec! You're so cute!

Alec: *blushes*

Magnus and Alec: *start heavy make-out session*

I: Guys? Guys? GUYS? Ok. Well, looks like they won't stop anytime soon. Let's go on with the story anyway!

More than Glitter

The Accords Hall was crowded with both Hunters and Downworlders. They were talking, at least, mixing up, pairing up. All of them. But him. Magnus Bane, High Warlock of Brooklyn. He hadn't a partner for the battle. Not that he hadn't been offered, but he had politely refused every proposition. He couldn't help but hold the hope at the bottom of his hearth that Alec would ask him.

Too bad he wouldn't. He didn't have the guts to stand up to his parents, they didn't even knew he was gay, let alone he had been dating a warlock.

Clary had wanted to know why he hadn't asked Alec to be his partner. He had said he would never approach him in front of his parents. It was the truth, but it was the unspoken what really mattered. He hadn't said that a week ago, he wouldn't have hesitated. When he was still mad at Alec, and hurt, more hurt he had been in centuries. But then he had seen Alec again, that night, during the demon attack, and he couldn't bring himself to hate him, and as he said the phrases he had thought over and over in the past week, he had stopped believing to them himself, and as he saw the beg in those blue eyes he loved so much, the only thing he could answer with was forgiveness. He couldn't hurt Alec, even if he wanted to. He had never told him was the point was. The point was that he was in love with the idiotic Nephilim. He loved him more than he loved anything in the world. Except glitter. There was nothing better than glitter.

And this meant Alec could hurt him more than anyone else could. He hadn't cried in centuries, for all the horrible, violent experiences of his childhood had at least done the task to make him stronger and calmer, since it would have been hard to find something worse of what he had lived trough. Yet he had spent sleepless nights in his bed crying, biting his lips and sinking his nails in his skin till they bled. But Alec's face was still ever-present in his dreams and nightmares, and appeared to him every time he would close his eyes.

If his fantasies were pleasant, he would awake from them with the conscience they would remain just that: fantasies. Because Alec didn't care enough for him, not enough to tell his parents, not enough to tell his siblings, his friends.

So, when Alec came at him with the ghost of a smile on his lips and the delicious stuttering Magnus just loved, to ask them to be partners in battle, Magnus was surpeised to say the least.

Magnus accepted, of course, and followed the Nephilim in a corner. Alec drew his stele and started to slowly outline the rune on the warlock's hand, his dark bangs hiding the clear blue of his eyes.

When he was finished, Alec gazed shyly up at Magnus, a blush creeping on his face. "Magnus?", he said softly, "Do you remember when I said if we would survive the night of the attack I would introduce you to my family?"

Magnus nodded slowly, and Alec took a deep breath. Determination and pride shone in his eyes. "I'll keep my word." And then he grabbed Magnus by the shoulders, bringing in down while leaning up, and positively crushed their lips together.

It lasted just a moment, a quick touching of lips, and then Alec pulled back, his face red and his eyes avoiding Magnus'. But the Warlock hadn't had enough, far from it. He cupped Alec's chin and leaned down to kiss him again. The kiss was forceful and soft, chaste and full of passion, careful and bold, all at once. It made Magnus' toes curl and it made him forget how to breath. One of his hands was tangled in Alec's dark hair, the other rested on his waist.

It was Alec who pulled away, his face even more flushed, panting heavily. "I have to breath from time to time, you know. After all, I'm just human.", he said, with the hint of a smile on his lips.

Magnus just laughed and hugged him tightly, as the Shadowhunter buried his face in his chest with a happy sigh. Magnus kissed the top of his head, and he felt the boy place a kiss on his chest in answer, just above his heart. It sent shivers down the warlock's spine. This was heaven.

And just when Magnus started to think it couldn't get any better, his beautiful, shy Nephilim, who, when it came to love, had serious difficulties to get two sentences in a row, made things even more wonderful for him.

Alec pulled back from Magnus just slightly, enough to gaze up at his face. "Clary's rune showed me you. Not Jace, you. I love you, Magnus, more than anyone and anything in the world."

Magnus was afraid his heart would burst from his chest out of happiness. Alec loved him! He had told him, and showed him. He loved him, him and not the petty pretty prat, Jace Wayland.

He smiled, looking down at his love. "I love you too, darling. More than glitter!"

I: Hope you enjoyed it! I'll make a second chapter with Alec's pov if you want me to! Anyway, push that shiny little button that says "review" and tell me what you thought of it!

Magnus and Alec: *are still making out*