Hi there! Sorry this chapter took an eternity. You wouldn't believe how much work our sadistic teachers pile on us. Thanks for all the comments and the people who added it to their favourites!

Sorry if this chapter is uh... weird. I did this at 4 am in the morning and im only thirteen. (Well 14 this year, but who's counting) :3

The characters in this story does not belong to me (however much I wish they did -.-), they belong to the awesome Cassie!

Oh, and be warned, this is Malec! ;)

Conflict

Alec POV

9.20am

Alec groaned. Something furry was brushing against his forehead. Annoyed, Alec sloppily flicked it away with the back of his hand and snuggled deeper into the covers. At the back of his mind, he noticed that the scents around him were not the ones he knew; the pillows and bedspread held a somewhat familiar and intoxicating scent. He was still half asleep and found it easy to dive back into it again – that was, until the stupid furry thing decided to do a full body-flop onto Alec's face.

Alarmed, Alec bolted upright, ready to face his attacker. Jarring pain stabbed his head, protesting against the sudden movement. The 'attacker' – who Alec realized was actually Chairman Meow - had fallen onto the covers when Alec had sat up and was now hissing angrily at Alec. The next thing that came to Alec's realization was that, unless Izzy had silently crept inside sometime in the middle of the night and redecorated it with amazing speed, the room he was in was definitely not his bedroom. For starters, he was sure his room was glitter-free the last time he checked and certainly did not have all the bright neon colours that surrounded him presently. The room was not entirely unfamiliar though. He was absolutely sure that the room belonged to none other than the High Warlock of Brooklyn, Magnus Bane. What the hell…

All the while, his head was pounding as if he was hitting it against a concrete wall repeatedly. He felt dizzy and a little nauseated. How did he end up, shirtless, in Magnus' room? And of allthe rooms in the world, why must it be the one that posed the biggest possibility of something indecent happening the previous night? Alec felt his face heat up as thoughts of the 'possibilities' invaded his mind.

Just then, Magnus sauntered into the room and leaned against the wall. Alec assumed that the warlock had just awoken as there wasn't the usual layer of glitter in his hair yet.

"Magnus! Why on earth am I in your bed? And why is does my head feel like its going to split apart? What happened last night?" Alec exclaimed.

"A very good morning to you too," Magnus said slowly, "You were sleeping in it; which explains why you woke up in my bed."

"You know what I mean, Magnus."

"Well, judging from your confusion, I assume you forgot everything that happened last night?" he asked.

"Yes, so spill!" Alec knew that he was being a little rude but Magnus' answers hadn't provided any answers so far and his patience was slipping. Of course, the headache didn't help either.

Magnus thought for a while and finally explained that he had knocked Alec out the previous night and the reasons that led to that action. Magnus had not bothered to omit any detail and so Alec expression screamed embarrassment and horror by the time Magnus was done. He was doing his best to mask this but knew that he was failing terribly at it. Magnus' smirk confirmed that much. A part of Alec wanted to deny it all but what other reasons would explain him awaking in Magnus' room?

"Oh and the headache you have is most likely a hangover due to the warlock powder's effects," added Magnus.

Alec stared down at his hands – hands that had roamed Magnus' body without his permission the night before. Alec sighed. At least Magnus had stopped him before anything more happened and for that, he was immensely grateful.

"Thank you, Magnus…and sorry for, um, you know…" Alec mumbled. He was never good at showing gratitude or apologizing, especially since it was his fault for drinking the liquid in the first place.

Instead of replying, Magnus quietly walked towards Alec and lifted his chin gently with one hand. Touching two fingers on Alec's forehead, Magnus smiled warmly. Alec looked at Magnus curiously. Before long, Alec could feel little wisps of heat radiating from the Warlock's fingers. Alec gasped his surprise. Magnus was healing him. He could feel his mind growing clearer by the second and his stomach no longer twisted disobediently. A few seconds was all it took for the procedure to take place. However, within that few seconds, Magnus was able to completely soothe his headache.

"Actually, Alec, I did find last night pretty interesting and highly pleasurable, so I guess I shall accept your apology," Magnus teased and laughed when Alec blushed.

"I-I'm going to take a bath" Alec stammered. Awkwardly, Alec scrambled out of the bed and nearly tripped over the sheets and fell off when Magnus asked if he needed any help. Alec's blush deepened noticeably as he made a break for the bathroom while mumbling, "N-no. No help. Definitely no help needed…"

Magnus' POV

9.50am

Magnus was lying on his bed and reading one of his huge collections of books when Alec's voice rang out from the bathroom.

"Magnus, could you lend me some of your clothes? I can't seem to find my shirt and I sure as hell don't want to wear the same pair of pants…"

"Sure, love, would you prefer colourful or sparkly?" Magnus called back.

"What? No! Something black and plain will do."

"Is that a suggestion? Because if it is, it's the worst one I've heard. Here's a suggestion: What about neon blue?"

"Then it's not. A suggestion I mean. Don't you have anything black?"

"How terribly dull. I guess I do have a brown shirt somewhere in the wardrobe…"

"Close enough."

After several minutes of searching through the wardrobe, Magnus finally unearthed the only brown shirt he owned in the very depths of the heap of blindingly neon tees. Grabbing a pair of his least sparkly jeans to go along with the shirt, he was about to make his delivery when Alec stepped into the room.

"Magnus? Where are the clothes?" Alec asked.

Alec, with the obvious lack of clothes, had wrapped a towel around his waist and impatiently decided to find out what was taking Magnus so long. Magnus stopped in his tracks, drinking the features of Alec in. He was practically ogling at the beautiful and almost-nude shadowhunter in front of him. Almost as if realizing for the first time that the only thing keeping him from being completely naked was a thin piece of towel, Alec adverted his eyes, cheeks turning red again. Alec didn't seem to know where to put his hands and settled for crossing his arms and trying to cover up as much of his chest as possible. He looked incredibly sexy.

"Uhh…" was all Alec managed to say before Magnus had him pinned against the wall. Magnus could not help it. The way Alec had looked; the utter embarrassment he displayed looked so cute and the way he stood made him irresistible. Magnus forcibly crushed his lips onto Alec's, bestowing a searing hot kiss upon the shadowhunter. The kiss was rough and overflowing with passion.

At first, Alec flinched a little. However, he never broke the kiss. Instead, he let his eyes fall shut and savored it. It was like a silent urge to Magnus and he dived headfirst into the opportunity. He nipped his lover's lower lip playfully, making Alec squirm. Then, he deepened the kiss. Alec tasted of mint, much like the toothpaste in the bathroom, Magnus noted.

And then, the need to breathe forced them to break the kiss. By then the two of them were already breathing hard. After several intakes of oxygen, Alec surprised Magnus by looping his arms around the warlock's neck and whispering into his ear, "more"

Magnus smirked. He loved it whenever Alec surprised him. It added greatly to the thrill. Magnus allowed them to slide into a more comfortable sitting position before resuming with the kisses. Their mouths met each other eagerly with utmost intensity. The urge and desperation for each other was so palpable it was almost tangible. At some point in between the kisses they shared, Magnus noticed that the towel around Alec was dangerously close to unwrapping itself.

And then, someone stepped into the room.

Alec's POV

Alec was so startled he nearly pushed Magnus, who he was still embracing, away. He hadn't even heard anyone coming in and, judging from the astonishment on Magnus' face, Alec could tell that he hadn't heard it as well. Never in a million years did Alec think he would be caught by anyone when he was half nude and sharing such an intimate moment with Magnus. Even after seeing who the intruder was, Alec was sure he could die of embarrassment right there and then.

"Usually this would be the time I would tell you two to get a room but since this is a bedroom, I guess it's okay if you two get lovey-dovey here." Isabelle smirked.

"Izzy?"

"The one and only," Isabelle said

"W-what are you doing here?" Alec asked, still shocked.

"Don't people know how to knock these days?" Magnus muttered at the same time.

"Something important that required 'immediate attention'. Oh and by the way, I did knock. Since no one answered the door, I blew it up. Hope you don't mind." Isabelle stated matter-of-factly.

"Nah, it's fine. I was going to replace that anyway."

"You were going to replace the front door? For what reason?" Alec inquired.

"The colour. Turquoise is so last week. Maybe I'll choose a light blue this time." Magnus answered thoughtfully.

"I think a hot pink and orange gradient would be better," Isabelle suggested, "It brings out the red tile flooring."

Magnus considered this for a while. "I think you're right. Hot pink and orange it is."

Alec was getting annoyed at the nonsensical conversation his sister and Magnus was having. He wanted to know what the hell was so important that Isabelle had to interrupt them for. "Guys, we're getting distracted. Can we go back to the topic that needed that immediate attention?"

"Right. Mum wants us to take care of some demons in town. She told me to take either you or Jace with me but Jace was nowhere to be found. I swear, that guy must have some abnormal gift for to hiding. So it's just you and me." Isabelle finally explained.

It was true. Jace was a master at hiding. Once he decided to be alone, it was like he had vanished from the face of the Earth. No one could find him. "How'd you know where I was?"

"Where else would you have spent the night? Not a very hard question." Isabelle pointed out. She turned to Magnus, "I'll return him by 9"

Sighing, Alec acquiesced to the mission. Sometimes, work came at the worst possible timing.

"You might want to put on some pants…" Isabelle reminded him.

Alec blushed at the comment. "Okay, so go wait outside Izzy."

"Do you mean I can stay?" Magnus teased in an adoringly innocent voice.

"Both of you: Out. Now." Alec exclaimed, face flushing as he pushed the two out of the room, none too gently.

Alec POV

10.30am

When Alec and Isabelle were out of Magnus' apartment, Isabelle asked about what they were doing when she walked in on them.

"What? Nothing!" Alec denied although he could feel his cheeks beginning to flame.

"Oh, I suppose you do that with everyone huh?" Isabelle remarked sarcastically.

"…"

"Y'know, you two don't really act like a normal couple."

"When has a Shadowhunter and Warlock gay couple ever been considered 'normal'?" Alec snorted, not bitterly but ruefully.

Isabelle ignored his comment. "Shouldn't you two be going on dates? Talking on the phone? Exchanging romantic love poems?"

Alec scoffed. He remembered a poem Magnus had written for him:

Roses are red

Violets are blue

Glitter is sparkly

and would look nice on you

Love, Magnus

P.S. Can I put some glitter on you?

P.P.S. If you resist, I am obliged to use force.

Real romantic.

Alec's POV

8.50pm

Alec hurried down the hallway of the institute. He was covered in so much ichor it dripped onto the ground in small plops of puddles. He made a mental note to clean it up as soon as possible.

The stupid nest of tiny demonic creatures had taken the two of them longer than they expected to eliminate. The idiotic batch of about two dozen scattered the moment they saw Alec and Isabelle. Their size gave them an advantage in hiding themselves in the many gaping holes in the walls and floors. So did the ability to camouflage. The two Shadowhunters had spent hours in the abandoned house digging hidden demons out of their hidey-hole. And the amount of ichor that exploded from each individual demon was unbelievable. Looks like Jace isn't the only one with supreme hiding skills, Alec thought grudgingly.

After changing out of Magnus' clothes and into cleaner black ones, Alec prepared to head over to the warlocks apartment. It wasn't because he wanted to spend a night there; it was just that Isabelle had promised Magnus that Alec would meet him after work. Also, he wanted to see Magnus again and maybe continue with what they were doing in the morning, not that he would admit it.

He was nearly out of the building when a voice calling out to him halted him.

He turned around to face his mother, Maryse Lightwood. She stood only a few feet away, eyes worried and mouth set in a disappointing frown. "Where do you think you're going, young man? Where were you last night?" she asked, almost accusingly.

And so the interrogation begins. Alec knew better than to lie. Maryse was sharp and spotted lies from a mile.

With a sigh, Alec admitted, "Magnus' apartment."

Horror clouded Maryse's features although the lack of shock told Alec that she may have anticipated it. "You didn't do it, did you…"

"What? NO! Of course not!" Alec exclaimed.

Maryse seemed to relax a little but the tension in the air did not subside. "Alec, I know you may be stressed with work and all but that's no reason to be using that warlock," she put as much disgust into the word as possible, "as a distraction. This has gone too far. You may-"

"Hold up. Using Magnus as a distraction!"

"Well, yes, why else would you be spending so much time with him?"

"Have you even considered the possibility that I might actually be in love with him?"

"No, you're not. You only think that you are. And this will come back and haunt you one day. Playing someone just because you need an… outlet is not the right way to deal with things." Maryse told him in a voice she used when he was about 5 years old and had done something wrong.

"By the Angel, mum, I'm gay! I'm gay with Magnus! He's not just some fling you think he is! Love is just unpredictable like that. You don't get to choose who you're attracted to." Alec cried angrily. He couldn't believe that his mother still doubted his relationship with Magnus. He couldn't believe that she thought he was just using Magnus. He loved Magnus more than anyone in the world. Why couldn't Maryse see that? Frustration and outrage threatened to overwhelm him.

"Alec, just stop this all. Break up-"

"No! I will not break up with Magnus! Not now and not ever. I am sick and tired of having to deal with everyone not accepting me for who I am. I want to be able to be proud of who I am and who the person I love most is. I want to stop pretending to be the obedient little shadowhunter everybody assumes I am. I can't just follow and oblige to everything others say. It's unbearably suffocating. I don't want to continue living my life as the Clave dictates it. This life is mine to control and mine to give to whomever I want. I want Magnus." Alec confessed.

Maryse was struck speechless.

Alec turned to go. "You can't stop me from loving the one I truly love, Maryse."

"You will regret it." was all Alec heard before the doors of the elevator shut and enveloped Alec in the following silence that was a huge contrast to the previous volume of argument.

Alec's POV

9.25pm

The anger burned in him, hot and furious. It had hardly subsided, even when he was approaching the apartment. Now standing in front of Magnus' door, he felt it slowly withdraw, changing into the need to express just how much loved Magnus. He wanted to be held. He wanted to be comforted. He wanted the embrace of Magnus.

Before Alec could knock on the new door, it swung open. Magnus was wearing a bright blue bathroom made of satin that reached his ankles. Without warning, Alec leaned over and greeted Magnus with a passionate kiss. Magnus allowed Alec to lead, allowing access into his mouth unhesitatingly. Alec parted Magnus' soft lips and directed his tongue into his mouth. Their tongues met and twirled eagerly against each other.

"Wow," Magnus gasped when they finally broke the kiss, "that was quite a greeting." Magnus was smiling and Alec loved his smile.

"We didn't get to finish what we were doing this morning." Alec said playfully as they two walked into the room.

"We didn't, did we?" Magnus laughed and pulled Alec onto the couch with him, "remind me what we were doing?"

Alec obliged by grabbing a fist full of Magnus' clothing and pulling him towards him. The kiss was long and sweet, intoxicating the both of them. Magnus held Alec close and Alec wrapped his arm around the warlock. A soft moan escaped Alec's lips.

"So, what took you so long? I missed you" Magnus pondered.

"Maryse again" Alec said automatically, having always confided in Magnus about his problems.

"Hm? What about her?" Magnus asked curiously.

That was when Alec realized his mistake. He shouldn't have brought it up at all. He didn't wish to tell Magnus but there was no turning back now.

"She doesn't trust us" He offered, trying to be vague and hoped that Magnus would drop it.

Magnus didn't buy it, "doesn't trust us - how?"

Alec tried to get up but was stopped when Magnus held him in a gentle yet firm grip.

"Well, she doesn't believe that we're serious. She thinks that our whole relationship is a big joke to me."

"Is it?"

"Magnus, you know I love you!"

"Then didn't you tell her? Didn't she accept it?" Magnus' voice matched the desperateness Alec felt with equal intensity.

"I am trying!"

"Well, try harder! Convince her, Alec." Magnus stressed.

"Gee, Magnus, it would really help if you would try to convince her too." Alec fumed. The dangerous anger from previously rose again. Somehow, it hadn't had time to completely dissolve and was beginning to grow again.

Magnus frowned.

"And while you're at it, maybe you can find a cure for death, seeing as I will age and most likely die way before you," continued Alec hotly. The anger was like a roaring wave now, washing away all traces of calm and the memory of the earlier argument fed it. There were so many problems with their relationship and Alec hated that fact. He knew he sounded harsh but there seemed to be no stopping the pent up rage that was currently exploding.

Third Person POV

He certainly had not expected Alec to blow up like that. Magnus felt helpless.

"Don't say that Alec. I told you; I would still love you even as the years pass-"

Alec laughed bitterly, interrupting Magnus, "Come on, Magnus. Can you imagine: forty years later, assuming I will still be alive, I would be 58. You would be 19. I would look like a freakin' pedophile!"

"Alec, don't be like this. I love you and only you. I won't stop loving you." Magnus pleaded. His heart was, for the first time in decades, breaking. It was not a good feeling. It was like the fragile glass bottle holding his emotions had shattered and the broken pieces were sharp, cutting deep and true.

"Is that what you tell all your past lovers? That they can never be replaced? That you would always love them?" Alec asked, tone dipped and dripping with venom.

"Is this about my past again? Alec, you have to stop dwelling on it. Forget-"

"You keep telling me that; not to dwell on the past. 'Forget the past, Alec, what matters is the present'," Alec interrupted, "But have you noticed that there is absolutely nothing to forget about because you haven't told me anything. Not a thing about Camille or Will! Nothing! And do you know of the curiosity that eats me whenever I think about it?" Alec cried. Tears were forming and Alec wiped them away fiercely, annoyed with himself for crying.

Magnus felt anger surge. He couldn't keep his temper in check any longer. "Looks like curiosity isn't the only feeling you have for my past."

"What are you saying, Magnus?" Alec asked warily.

"I mean, Alexander, that you are jealous. Jealous of something from the past I hardly hold on to anymore. Did I hit the nail on the head?" Magnus asked vehemently.

"By the Angel, Magnus, I'm only nephilim. I have emotions. Of course I'm jealous!"

"I told you, there was nothing between me and Will," Magnus half-lied.

"But there was something between you and Camille." It wasn't a question.

"Alec, you're being childish. We've been through this before." Magnus tried to reason.

"Don't evade the question: What was Camille to you?" Alec asked, frustrated.

"Oh, so now I have to answer all your questions obediently? What about you? Still hung up on that arrogant and selfish parabatai of yours?"

"Don't talk about Jace like that." Alec said protectively. Admittedly, Jace was arrogant and somewhat selfish, but that did not make it alright to say so.

"Whatever. Let's just end this" Magnus suggested, tired and angry at life.

It struck Alec like a blow to his heart. Someone seemed to have stabbed him right through the heart. Stabbed and twisted and pulled it out and plunge it back in over and over, each time with more force. The conversation earlier with Maryse flooded back. Break up…

Magnus had always been afraid of breakups and heartaches. However, the thing that frightened him more was the look on Alec's face, more specifically, his eyes. Somehow, in that moment, Alec's eyes were a shade darker, seeming to hold more depth than ever before. The vulnerable, unguarded blue of his eyes were like a stormy night at sea where the wind howled and the waves crushed recklessly. Fresh pain flashed across his for a moment. And then it was gone. Alec had thrown his defenses up, leaving his expression blank and professional. However, Magnus could see that, behind the blue hue of his eyes, raw emotions were swimming wild. He saw just how broken the boy was, how deep the hurt cut.

Magnus wanted nothing more than to envelope the boy in front of him and comfort him. He wanted to apologize and take back what he had just said and would have done so had Alec not spoken again.

"I guess this is it. Goodbye Magnus…" Alec upped from the couch. It was the last thing he said before he walked out the door and into the quiet, lonely streets.

Magnus stared at the door for a long time after Alec's leave. The tears never came. He had grieved so much over the years of heartbreaks that he lost the ability to shed a tear for love. His heart, unfortunately, had not mastered this skill and bled with the pain inflicted upon it.

Aww, poor Alec and Magnus! .

Its okay, not everyone is against you! Look at all the people reading this Malec story! ALEC DON'T CRY!

Anyway, comments are appreciated, because I CRAVE THEM. Thnx for reading, you're awesome for supporting Magnus and Alec. Love you! XD