Alexander Lightwood

“I’m not a child, Alexander. I don’t need you to threaten anyone on my behalf. I made the trade.”

He was still angry. But he was tired- more tired than he should be, really- and he didn’t want to fight. The last thing he wanted in the world was to fight. Not with Alec. Not when the rest of the world kept falling apart.

He breathed out, deflating a little. It had hurt a little that Alec wouldn’t come out. That he wasn’t happy for Magnus. It wasn’t a perfect fix but any magic was better than none. It had to be. He couldn’t keep going like that.

“Of course we can,” he said finally. He reached up and put his hand over Alec’s. Cocktails and pool with you sounds wonderful.”

Alec squeezed Magnus’ shoulder when he retorted at Alec. “If you’re telling me that you never want me to stand my ground for you, you picked the wrong man to fall in love with,” Alec replied, refusing to be scared away from his actions, which he knew were needed.

When Magnus softened, Alec moved so he was embracing his boyfriend as he put his chin on Magnus’ shoulder. “You think I was reluctant to celebrate?” he asked. “This means the world to you. Maybe even more than me. I’m not jealous but I’m determined to not let this go sour. Otherwise, I would have been there, celebrating with you in many different countries because what is my boyfriend if not extravagant?”

Magnus loved the feeling of Alec’s fingers digging into his back. Loved knowing that bruises would be there in the morning. And that ache would be such a welcome reminder of how much they needed to make time for this. For them. As much as for the children.

He could feel Alec’s cock starting to harden again and he couldn’t help but feel a little self satisfied at garnering such a reaction. He was all too willing to do exactly as Alec wanted. He took in a deep breath to steady himself, to make sure he wouldn’t ruin this too soon. And then he grasped Alec’s thigh and hiked it further up his hip, and when he fucked into Alec this time it was hard and fast, as deep as he could. And he started a rhythm, almost relentless, fucking Alec so that Magnus knew he would ache too.

He pushed his face into Alec’s neck and bit down on the sensitive skin there, not enough to hurt but enough to start a mark. Just off the dark rune that was already there.

What was exhaustion? Alec suddenly went from be weak following his after glow to rising up to Magnus’ challenge again. How he loved sex and intimacy with his husband. How ridiculous they were to not do this each day, or night as it were. He very much wanted Magnus to want to do this again, soon, and he was thinking of how wonderful the morning would be when he had a hitch to his gate because Magnus had left him deliciously sore.

Alec’s blunt nails pushed into Magnus’ lower back as he curled slightly forward to push himself onto Magnus and into the bite to his neck. “I’m going to suck a bruise on you before I sleep,” Alec said between pants, because he would be damned if Magnus was the only one leaving marks on a neck.

Taking hold of his own cock, Alec dropped back to the bed and began jerking off as he stared up at Magnus who was thrusting. Alec gave a little wince with each deep push because it did edge into his masochistic nature to push him so far, which certainly wasn’t a complaint and he would have stopped Magnus if it was too much. He was thinking about the morning and how he’d still feel this.

Magnus laughed softly as Alec pulled him closer and he leaned over Alec, keeping himself up with one hand on the other side of Alec’s shoulder. Funny how he could remember a time when Alec had been scared to even stand near him in the Institute. Of course, he was always much more relaxed when they traveled. 

“My back certainly knows, yes,” Magnus agreed. “You’d think a race of warriors would understand the benefits of a good nights sleep,” he teased. “But even the finest bed is made better with you in it with me, Alexander.”

He leaned in further and pressed and soft kiss to Alec’s mouth.

“I could be sleeping on anything from this Earth and still be comfortable as long as you were there,” Alec offered with smile after Magnus kissed him. “But I think for both our sakes’, we should pick something luxurious.” He paused with a pout. “Seems sinful of me to choose such a thing...” he trailed off and pulled Magnus down to him by the waist. “But I like it,” he muttered as he went for another kiss.

At that moment, though, there was a tut from another voice. Alec broke the kiss and looked around before blushing at being caught with his boyfriend about to romp in the mattress for sale.

Magnus’ eyes moved over the selection of beds, though he was always very aware of where Alec was and what he was looking at. They were a decent selection but he wanted perfection. This was their bed. For their home together. When they found the perfect place, he wanted the perfect bed.

“Well, I didn’t have a lover to share the mattress with the last time I was looking for one,” Magnus said, smirking at Alec as he finally let his boyfriend have his full attention. “So I might not have been quite so particular.”

He sat down on the edge of the bed Alec was laying on. He reached out, fingers tracing over Alec’s deflect rune as he watched his face.

“You like this one?”

It was a very good choice. It… could be the one. Perhaps. The price certainly seemed to suggest it would be.

The way Magnus looked at Alec could give him wings. He wanted to flutter like the feeling in his chest and stomach when Magnus said they would be sharing a bed and then again when Magnus touched his rune. He reached out and put a hand around the far side of Magnus’ waist, wanting to pull his boyfriend down into a kiss and tell Magnus how much he loved him.

Magnus’s jaw clenched. He didn’t need Alec to fight his fights. He didn’t need him out there starting something with Lorenzo Ray, using his- his power as Head of the Institute to try to make right something that Magnus had done.

“It was my decision,” Magnus said tightly. “I went to him.” True, only because Lorenzo had forbidden any other warlock from helping him. “I knew he would ask for something big, something that would hurt to lose. But I have you and I have magic and I don’t need anything more than that.”

He was feeling… fine. Angry, at the moment. But fine. The nose bleed, the headache, they were gone. And it wasn’t a big deal. It wasn’t. Just his body… adjusting.

“I went for a drink to celebrate my magic. You should have been with me, not threatening Lorenzo.”

Alec slowed as he got into bed when it was evident that Magnus wasn’t happy with what Alec had done. Taking a breath, Alec finally slid into bed and hesitated before putting his hand on Magnus’ back. “I know it was your choice. That’s not why I waited for him. I waited because he took advantage of you and he needs to know that I don’t intend to let him do it again.”

Magnus shifted them again. Using his arms and magic to carefully lay Alec back down, never once pulling out. And as soon as he got him down, he thrust hard and deep and stayed there for a moment. Perhaps that might take care of that smugness.

“You’re always so responsive,” Magnus said. Though he could remember exactly how easy it had been to get Alec off. “You still are.” His mouth found Alec’s and he kissed him deeply before continuing. He thrust again. “And I can hardly be blamed for wanting to jump you when you’re being so authoritative.”

His magic moved over Alec’s body, pale blue and soft, leaving the sensation of teasing touches in it’s wake. And Magnus grasped his hip and began to thrust again, in a deep, slow rhythm. God, he felt so good. He wanted to cum, but god, this felt so amazing he didn’t want to stop.

“You feel so good, Alexander,” he whispered, lips brushing Alec’s.

Alec’s smug grin slackened with a moan as Magnus pushed into him, deep and unrelenting. As he lay on his back, he reached for Magnus right as his husband leaned in for a kiss. Alec mumbled incoherently against Magnus’ lips, knowing he was getting aroused again, which wasn’t completely shocking as Magnus knew how to work Alec into a frenzy without even touching him, at least not with his hands. The magic slid over him and he whimpered reach out to touch Magnus’ waist with his big, strong hands.

Magnus had had plenty of lovers but none of them had done to him what Alec did without even trying. No one else was so beautiful and perfect and responsive. Like he was made to be with Magnus. Like they were made to be together. Everyone else… they just weren’t Alexander.

Magnus watched him, watched that look in his eye he got whenever Magnus manhandled him this way. How lost in his pleasure he became. His arms were heavy on Magnus’ shoulder and he moved with Magnus’ thrusts but Magnus could see him teetering at the edge. He didn’t close the pumping of his fists, instead he just kept stroking him. Until finally that strangled word left Alec and Magnus watched- watched him fall apart completely- as he came. He was so tight on Alec’s cock, practically milking him. And god, Magnus might have been able to cum just then. He could have pushed himself to it.

But.

But it had been too long. And he wasn’t ready to be done. To not be fully and completely enveloped by his husband. With his delicious heat on top of him. Magnus smiled at the look on Alec’s face. His thrusts slowed, eased, but didn’t stop.

“I think I forgot how beautiful you are when you cum,” he murmured, not really answering Alec at all. “Nothing has ever been so beautiful.”

His lips trailed across Alec’s jaw. Niped, sucked, started working a mark behind his ear. He wanted to cover him in them. Let everyone see exactly how much he desired his husband. And that his husband was his. His lips moved lower, started working another mark. All the times his hips kept moving, kept rocking into Alec, fucking him almost gently.

“Remember when we first started? How quickly you rebounded?” he teased lovingly. “That stamina rune, came in awfully handy, didn’t it?”

Alec laughed and felt a blush creep up his neck as Magnus complimented him. “Well, we’ve been in front of a mirror before,” Alec pointed out between breaths. “I still think I look ridiculous.”

Laying his face on Magnus’ shoulder as they continued to move and Magnus bit down, hard, on a spot behind Alec’s ear, Alec groaned softly as Magnus went for another spot. He then chuckled when Magnus brought up how they had needed his stamina rune when they first started out.

It was true that being exhausted at this point- between the early rise and the nonstop day and them immediately coming here- made it much… easier to slow down. If only because it was becoming completely impossible to keep going. His body felt different like this, mortal and without magic, and the tired he felt right then was bone deep.

The only things he could find it in him to smile about right now was Biscuit being alive and Alec being right here and safe.

He followed Alec into the room, sitting on the opposite side of the bed. He watched his shoulders for a moment and then lay the rest of the way down on the bed. He reached for Alec, pulling at him. There was a tremor of nerves in his hands and part of, no matter how exhausted, wanted to bolt up. Go. Do something. Anything. As long as meant he wasn’t sitting still. Instead he clung to Alec, put all of that fear into his arms as they held him.

Magnus didn’t speak in words, but in body language, with his hands mostly. Alec was deeply concerned by the display of grabbing as he laid down with Magnus. Normally, getting handsy was his thing. He didn’t mind Magnus pulling on him, but it did concern him. At the same time, though, he was exhausted and laying down with his boyfriend made him feel at momentary peace.

Magnus sat up, shifting closer to Alec on the bed. His robe fell open further as he did, one shoulder nearly slipping off but he didn’t notice. Instead his focus was on Alec. His face, the tense line of his shoulders. Then he answered and for a moment white hot anger went through him. Did Alec really think he couldn’t handle himself? That he didn’t know going in that Lorenzo would demand a high price? It was worth it. The magic flowing through him might not be exactly his own- no matter how many times he called it his, trying to make it feel more familiar- but it was magic all the same. Hadn’t he explained how much that meant to him?

“Alexander-” The name bit off sharply and Magnus nearly bit the inside of his cheek.

The anger fled, doused by the knowledge that this was not Alec doubting him. This was just Alec being Alec. Protecting someone he loved. Protecting the place he’d called home too. Even if they hadn’t quite made it official. The penthouse was a place that Alec had learned he could be entirely himself. For that reason alone it had been a steep price to pay. But Magnus had had to do it. he had to. But Alec wanted him to be safe, wanted to defend him.

He took advantage of you, he took your home. Alec’s words rang in his ears still and it was true but… also not. Alec was… Alec was home.

“And how exactly did that meeting go?” he asked, trying to keep his voice even.

Alec got one boot off and looked to Magnus, confused at the sound of accusation that came with his name. Then Magnus relented and Alec breathed softly as Magnus asked him how it went.

“It was about as smooth as you can imagine,” Alec said and went to taking off his second boot. “He thought you had sent me, but I made it clear that I was there for my own volition and what will happen so he should choose to abuse his power as High Warlock of Brooklyn, again.”

Apparently, an important part of apartment searching was trying out new beds to see what would be perfect for the home. At least, according to Magnus that was an important, which is how they were now in Egypt looking at the finest beds and Alec didn’t know what to make of the prices since he’d never paid for anything in any country, but he was pretty sure that Magnus was pulling no punches on luxury because every bed Alec tested, he could have melted into. Magnus didn’t seem satisfied, though, so they kept looking.

Magnus had had so many first times, but nothing had ever or would ever be like Alec. Like the first time they’d kissed, the first time they’d made love, the first time they’d woken up together. It was hard to not think about those firsts when it had been so long since they’d had time to just be together. Not daddy or papa, not Mr and Mr Lightwood Bane. Not the High Warlock or the Head of the Institute.

Just Alexander and Magnus.

He didn’t want to rush them, and normally his own abilities allowed them a good amount of time. But he really did want to see Alec’s face. He loved watching him, when he truly gave himself up to pleasure. An expression Magnus knew only he had ever seen. Something possessive climbing up his spine at the thought. That this was all his. It was selfish and vain. But he enjoyed it nonetheless.

He didn’t immediately give in to Alec’s demand. He arched into Alec’s strong fingers on his back instead. And when Alec arched towards him, desperate for friction, he wrapped an arm around his lower back and lifted him. Pulled him up until Magnus was on his knees on the bed and Alec was in his lap, Magnus’ cock still deep inside of him. Magnus rolled his hips, rocked, went right back to fucking his husband, grinning a bit at still being able to manhandle him.

Long fingers finally did do as Alec had begged. Wrapping around Alec’s hard, leaking cock, jerking in time with his thrusts.

Alec couldn’t explain in proper terms how much he was aroused when Magnus would manhandle him and pick him up like this was his meaning in life, to be tossed around in a bed by his husband. He groaned when Magnus picked him up and he threw his arms around Magnus’ shoulders to help lift himself up. He felt a little dizzy when he finally arrived upright on Magnus’ lap with his toes almost touching the floor and his hair messy and wild. His breath was a hitch between groans as they got settled into a pace again. Then, Magnus touched his cock and Alec was gone.

“Close!” Alec rasped as he squeezed his eyes shut and began to pant for breath as he got closer and closer until the heat and tightness in his belly all pushed forward. He came on himself and Magnus with a cry as his eyes flew open. He was seeing stars as he stared at the ceiling and uttered some noises as he finished with a huff and wrapped his arms lazily around Magnus, knowing his husband tended to last far longer than he did.

Some of the tension left his shoulders as Alec finally joined him out on the balcony. He smiled at the way Alec’s eyes found his and remained on them. Not once taking a look around. Tired or not, he was beautiful and Magnus just wanted to kiss him. So he did, leaning in to press their lips together softly, lingering a moment before pulling away.

His hand tightened in Alec’s and the other curled around the back of his neck. He loved him. He was glad he was at least hear with him.

“Mmm, not only do you not care, I’m beginning to think you enjoy rocking the boat,” Magnus said. “You’re tired. We can nap. You need it, I’m sure. They’ll be clamoring for you soon enough, I’d imagine.”

Alec enjoyed the kiss and stepped closer to Magnus as he put his hands on Magnus’ chest. He sighed, knowing the Institute would want him soon, but also thinking that this was how it had be with Magnus. He had to wear his boyfriend down to exhaustion to get him to nap and hopefully, cuddle.

Magnus watched him. The long line of his neck when Alec’s head fell back. The darkness of the deflect room on his skin. He couldn’t help it, his hand curled around Alec’s throat, fingertips dragging over that rune.

He groaned at strong hands in hair and he let his forehead fall against Alec’s shoulder. Alec was wrapped around him, legs and arms, holding tight. Holding him so close he almost didn’t have to room to keep fucking him. He loved Alec like this. Clingy. Needy. Wanting more and more of Magnus, and this.

Magnus lifted his head, caught Alec’s lips in a hard and hungry kiss. More, he would gladly give him more. One hand dragged up Alec’s thigh, hitched it higher, and then started thrusting harder, deeper, faster. Alec felt so fucking good around him, and it had been way too long.

“Let me see you cum, darling,” he whispered against Alec’s lips. “I love watching you. Fuck, look at you, Alexander. So beautiful like this.”

Groaning as Magnus traced his rune, Alec felt like he was younger all over again. When they had first made love, it had been nothing like Alec imagined. First of all, he thought it would hurt and that it would go very quickly and he would be embarrassed. He remembered all of that insecurity very clearly because it had been rapped into him by society for so long.

But None of that happened. Magnus took such great care of him. The closest he’d gotten to pain was when Magnus had pulled out and he’d felt weird, like there should be something inside of him still. And when he’d told Magnus, he thought he’d be laughed at, but no, Alec had been the one who’d laughed because Magnus had told him there would be another time and that he needed to rest. Alec didn’t understand why he needed to rest until the next morning, oh how everything still felt tired and yet wonderfully heavy. LIke he could lay with Magnus for days. The stupid joke he’d made and Magnus had believed him for the moment until he turned and chuckled. He had been so in love, like he was now.

It was a lot of information to take in when he was this tired. He had been up since before sunrise and because of his own desperate foolishness had not had a moment to stop until the very moment Alec received the fire message. Not even then. They’d had to make contact with other Institutes and then… find a warlock… to portal them here. He was exhausted, but sleeping had been impossible.

Not when Alec was off chasing Clary and facing who knew what danger. Jonathan had been the fear. And apparently they’d been right to fear that. The Morning Star sword. Something in the name made him uneasy but he couldn’t directly remember anything about it. And there were spells to connect people in such a way. He wouldn’t be surprised if Lilith had used one, especially knowing how important Clary had been to her plan of raising her son from the dead. Nothing good came from the raising the dead. Worse yet to raise a demon blooded murderer raised in Edom.

He almost laughed at himself. Could he truly judge? Was he not a demon blooded killer? Had Edom not had it’s own hold on him?

“Whatever that sword is, if he wanted it, nothing good can come from it. It might be a good idea to start looking for it ourselves. I might not be High warlock, or a warlock at all, but I do still have connections.”

There had been a while when he’d had the romantic notion of spending time with Alec in Paris. If he still had his magic he could have portaled them to the top of the Eiffel Tower. To his favorite restaurants. It had been a long time since he’d traveled to Paris. But… he didn’t have his magic, and Alec had work. He waived a hand at Alec’s concerned questioning.

“I’m fine, Alexander,” he assured him. “Tired. but fine. It’s never easy to be a downworlder in an Institute. And yours has been rocking the boat, you have been rocking the boat, if you haven’t noticed.” His own eyebrow rose. “Come out here, at least enjoy the view for a moment before duty calls you off.”

He wanted to see Clary, of course, but he could imagine Luke and Jace wanted their time with her and so reunions were far more important. Magnus could wait. He held his hand out to Alec but didn’t move from the balcony doorway.

Alec laid it all out for Magnus because, well, he could remember the feeling of not telling Magnus everything after his father had encouraged him to withold it from his boyfriend. Of course, it had been his ultimate choice to not tell Magnus about the mortal blade and he didn’t want to do that to Magnus again. To “protect” him from words. He knew he had to protect Magnus from some physical things, but words should be shared.

At being told Magnus was tired and coaxed out to the balcony, Alec smiled slowly and approached his boyfriend, taking Magnus’ hand. “I know you have connections and I don’t doubt you could find out what this sword is,” Alec said softly. “But we’ve both have been up all this time and perhaps, we should rest?” Alec offered as he stepped out onto the balcony to look at Magnus, not the city beyond them.

Magnus waited. Let Alec take his time, relax. Get used to it. For the millionth time he promised himself they wouldn’t let this long go by between them again. Sex wasn’t everything but it was important. Being this close to Alec, tasting him, feeling him, pushing inside of him- he needed this. Alec needed it.

The moment he finally bottomed out inside of Alec, so much of the tension left Alec. He melted into the bed, already looking thoroughly wrecked. Magnus’ free hand curled around his jaw, his thumb running over his cheek. His breath caught as Alec moved, arched his back, curled his toes. Magnus groaned, he couldn’t help it, let his forehead rest against Alec’s as he started to meet those careful thrusts. It felt so good. He was so hot and tight around Magnus, and his fingers were so gentle on his arm.

“You are home,” he murmured, letting their lips brush. He pulled out further this time and thrust back in, still gentle but with a little more force and purpose. “You are, you’re everything, my everything, Alexander. I love you.” He kissed him deeper now, thrust into him again.

As Magnus thrust into him, Alec’s eyes rolled up and closed while he groaned, over and over with each push because the stretch and rhythm felt so wonderful. His hands traveled from Magnus’ arms up to feather his fingers through Magnus’ hair and make soft fists, which tightened slightly as Magnus spoke to him in that thick voice which drove him wild.

“Fuck,” Alec said in a broken tone before he let go of Magnus’ hair to flop his arms back on the bed as they rocked. Licking his dry lips, Alec groaned as they rocked on the bed at a slowly increasing pace. “I love the way you make love to me,” Alec replied with a huff before he swallowed thickly.