Bane.

That was all.

Alec Lightwood only knew from the man he dated that his name was Magnus Bane, that he was a warlock and his parent's circumstances causing him to be raised by the Silent Brothers.

He stood in front of the front door to Magnus's apartment examining the buzzer with the warlocks name written on it. Alec had sneaked out of the Institute not having prepared a good excuse yet, and was ready to spend the next hours with the High-Warlock of Brooklyn.

They hadn't really planned something for tonight, Magnus had only asked Alec over and he had agreed.

And now he was standing here, wondering what exactly he found so captivating about Magnus Bane.

Of course, his appearance was more than extraordinary. His spiky and glittering hair making him look even taller, his clothes a mess of every color one can think of and his glowing cat-eyes seem to look right into the heart.

Then there was his very interesting character. The mixture of sarcasm, coolness and sweetness fascinated the Shadowhunter in a way he could have never imagined.

Alec wanted to be near this person for he never met someone like Magnus an moreover, never was he ever so interested in a person and never was a person that interested in Alec.

When he was finally ready to let the bell ring, the speaker crackled and Magnus's voice appeared "How long do you plan to inspect my door? I'm so much more interesting to look at. And prettier."

The door sprang open. Wondering how long he had actually stood there, Alec paced up the stairs, his boots making muffled sounds. In the door frame of Magnus's front door stood the warlock already. Alec looked up, seeing with surprise that Magnus's hair laid down around his face, curling very lightly and for a chance, didn't glitter. He wore a dark red T-shirt with an "M" written in white on it and dark jeans, like Alec's. He looked unfamiliar normal, yet, very good.

"Come in, then." he smirked vanishing in his flat. Following, Alec closed the door behind him.

"You know you're actually the only person doing that." Magnus called from the couch winking the Shadowhunter over.

"Closing the door?" Alec asked confused. He pulled his boots of, cursing silently to himself. Why can't he respond something intelligent? Why was that so hard?

When he sat down on the couch Magnus's arm was immediately around him and he got a kind greeting kiss.

There was it again. As their lips touched everything in Alec felt light and while closing his eyes he relaxed into the kiss, his hand raised to cup Magnus's cheek. When Magnus kissed him nothing mattered, not what he might use as an excuse, not what all the others might think, not that he's a Shadowhunter and Magnus a warlock.

When Magnus let go, he locked his eyes with Alec's, studying them.

Suddenly Alec tensed.

"What is it?" Magnus asked surprised, blinking his eyes.

In Alec's head whispered a curse. He sometimes wished not having such an obvious body language. How was that man always so talented in reading him so good? As a Shadowhunter he should be able to control his body but he just always failed around the warlock. Damn it, Damn it, Damn it!

"Something's wrong?" Magnus purred raising one eyebrow.

"It's..." Alec considered saying 'It's nothing.' but knew Magnus wouldn't stop asking and wouldn't let it go until he told him the truth. But Alec didn't know how to express his feelings. Worse, he didn't even exactly know what his feelings actually meant. Most of the time he spent with Magnus was just wonderful, he sometimes even believed he never had a better time but then he started worrying, doubting and fretting. Was it right doing this? Was is right kissing a male warlock? Was it right nobody (except Isabelle) knew about them? Or are all these worries just ridiculous and exaggerated? How can something that feels so right be probably wrong?

Trying to overplay all his thoughts he bend forward to kiss Magnus again. Slowly, he pushed the warlock down on the couch laying on top of him. From Magnus's mouth escaped a soft sound of pleasure encouraging Alec to deepen the kiss. Parting his lips, he pushed his tongue against Magnus's teeth, asking for entrance, while Magnus's hand tangled in Alec's black hair. However, when the Shadowhunter was about to position himself in a more comfortable way on Magnus, the warlock pulled back from Alec's lips.

Unsure, Alec's eyebrows frowned. Nervousness raised in him and made him try to figure what could have went wrong. The green-golden eyes pierced into the blue ones. Alec was about to ask what was wrong but then Magnus spoke. "I really do enjoy kissing you but apparently you do not."

"No!" Alec said straightening up, Magnus's hand falling from his head. "I mean..."

Magnus sat up as well so that the two of them sat in front of each other on the couch, Alec with a reddening face and Magnus with a serious expression.

"You know, kissing someone who just overplays his feelings is not really what I understand as a good kiss. Don't get me wrong, I do like you and I want..."

"I don't know anything about you." Alec interrupted.

Magnus's eyebrows shot up. Obviously, he hadn't expected such a statement.

The thoughts and feelings rode rollercoaster in Alec.

Had he really just said that? But it was true, wasn't it? He had the right to know maybe not everything but at least something about the man he secretly dated.

An awkward silence rose between them. Alec looked unsure but straight at the warlock who responded the eye contact with a look of high curiosity. Why did he look curious? Shouldn't it be Alec to have this look on his face? What game was he playing with him?

"What do you want to know?" asked Magnus simply.

"Ehh..." made Alec. Damn it! How stupid he sounded again. "I don't know." he admitted. After all, this was the truth. He really didn't know what exactly he wanted to know, just that he wanted to know something. Something that made him feel more comfortable.

"Just something." Alec muttered. "Something about you. I can't explain why or what. It's just that I feel weird around you, making out with someone I do not know anything about."

"You're right. You might call it weird." Magnus answered. "But what do I know about you?"

Surprise washed through Alec. And realization.

Of course. Magnus probably knew as much from Alec as he knew about the warlock.

"Well," Alec began "I'm a Shadowhunter, soon 18 years old, I live in Manhatten in the Insti..." he was interrupted by a mocking chuckle.

"Your introducing yourself like you want to have a job as a waiter. Or a blind date."

Great Alec, you did it, again.

"I like that."

"What?"

"You being blunt.

"I don't want to know what you like about me." Ok, Alec, that was a lie but wasn't the point right now "I want to know the person Magnus Bane."

Grinning brightly, Magnus's eyes lit up. He was just so beautiful. Stay concentrated, Alec.

"Then you could be of some help and ask me something." Alec murmured grumpily.

"Let's do it like this." Magnus began, shifting on the couch. "I ask you something and you ask me something."

"Alright." but in the moment Alec agreed he wondered if it was the best idea. He could just hope Magnus wouldn't ask things below the belt.

"Your favourite way to drink coffee."

Inwardly, Alec breathed a sigh of relief. That was easy.

"I drink it black. Sometimes with milk."

"Thought so. Your turn." Magnus said smiling.

Slowly, Alec opened his mouth to ask him the same for he didn't really had an idea but closed it again. Looking at Magnus, he thought that he already knew the answer: he didn't had a special type. Essential was just some white chocolate or cream in every flavour possible. Therefore, Alec searched for an other question.

"What's your favourite piece of clothes?"

"A special one? Would be impossible to answer this. I never wear anything twice."

"You're kidding!" Alec looked at the warlock with wide eyes. Not even Isabelle had such a lifestyle. What a waste!

"You can check out my wardrobe if you like. You won't find anything in there I had already worn. Or do you remember me wearing something twice?"

Alec swallowed. He didn't. To be honest, he already recognized always new clothes on Magnus. Where Alec always wears the same dark jeans and the same dark sweaters, Magnus always showed himself in the most spectacular outfits, every day another one.

"Your turn." Alec said.

"What is your favourite weapon?"

For a short moment, the Shadowhunter thought about it. "I like my bow and my featherstaff. But I prefer the bow and arrows 'cause it's easier to keep Izzy's and Jace's back free with it."

Magnus responded with a wide grin and the wiggle of his eyebrows told Alec it was his turn again.

"Which season do you like most?"

"I do believe they have all their advantages. But I think I like winter most. It's not ridiculously hot outside and the whole town is blinking and colorful and I love snow." the warlock explained getting a weird look from the man in front of him. "I hate winter." Alec said.

Chuckling softly, Magnus asked his next question. "What's your favourite color?"

Alec frowned. "Isn't that kind of obvious?"

"It truly is." the tall warlock leaned over to Alec running his hand over the sweater down the Shadowhunter's chest. "So why did a ask you?" he purred in Alec's ear, his hot breath prickling at Alec's skin sending goosebumps through him. Opening his mouth, Alec stayed concentrated forming an answer in his head which he, however, couldn't say aloud.

"Don't know." he whispered instead as he felt Magnus's lips behind his ear.

"Because" leaning back to watch into the blue eyes Magnus went on "I already knew that. And I know you like your coffee black with a bit milk sometimes. I know that you like to shot arrows instead of using your blades. And I know you prefer dark colors. Don't tell me you didn't know the answers to your questions."

Surprise filled Alec. He was right. He did knew every answer.

"And I bet you even know the answers if you had asked me the questions I asked you."

The Shadowhunter nodded. "You don't have a favourite way to drink coffee. You just throw every flavour near you in it. You fight with you spells, I never saw a useful weapon in here. And your favourite color... wait I don't know that one."

"It's the blue of your eyes." Magnus said, leaning forward to catch Alec's lips with his own. Making a sound of pleasure, Alec thought he maybe did knew more about the man he secretly dated. More than he had thought.

Hungrily, Alec tangled his hand in Magnus's hair pulling him down on him.

The kiss felt great.