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It's You	By : xxalcyone Category: M through R > Mortal Instruments (series) > Mortal Instruments (series) Views: 9126 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not claim to own The Mortal Instruments series, nor do I claim to be Cassandra Clare; I especially do not claim these characters as my own, nor make any profit whatsoever off of my writing.

Chapter List
- 1-It's You
- 1
A/N:
i wrote this listening to It's You by Super Junior.
if i hadn't tried my hand at some Alec/Magnus, i would've exploded.
...been wanting to get these ideas out for a looong time.
i hope you enjoy!
please review, and furthermore, don't be afraid to constructively critique this or
point out grammatical errors/spelling problems.
it would be greatly appreciated.
this is the first time i've written something porny. x)
It's You
Alec fiddled nervously with the hem of his grey t-shirt, staring, almost hyperaware, at the only other presence in the room. His heart beat haywire as his brilliant blue eyes continued to travel the well-toned back standing level with his vision. His gaze caressed down the other's body, to the single Mark present on the tall man's golden, nearly flawless skin - a single symbol of protection, of adoration and strength and will, creamy like an old scar--though it was fairly new--standing out from the tanned skin on the other's slender neck. The same Mark adorned Alec, scrawled across the same spot.
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After so many long, tiring, tedious and never-ending trials between this and that and them, Magnus had finally become his partner - for life, for the battle that ended Valentine's days, for many battles to come and all the days and nights that would exist for the pair. It was only mere days ago that Alec had become Magnus's - and Magnus his - in every way of the word.
In truth, Alec was still trying to get used to sharing his entire life with another person, though the experience was made easier by the fact that he'd come to appreciate and worship and respect the man, a love and sincerity so thick within his core that it had taken awhile to stop constricting his throat, his heart hammering awfully hard against his ribcage, emotions always dictating his thoughts.
It took endless practice before the Shadowhunter could finally school his features into an expression other than 'I'm so damn in love I could die happily, right now' while he was around his family. He hadn't even known he was wearing his heart all over his features until Jace kicked him in the shin, hard.
He had bouts of quiet laughter attacks when nobody was around, giggling like a school girl with unbridled joy, only to snap his mouth shut when he realized what a dolt he was being - the ridiculous realization only causing him to laugh even more. The tinkling, giddy sound had even escaped his lips once during dinner in the enormous dining room, making Isabelle grin like a Cheshire cat and Jace roll his eyes and snort. Afterwards, when Magnus sent a fire message late into the evening, saying he would meet him within 20 minutes outside of the grand building known as the Institute, he tried not to fall over from giddiness.
No matter how many times Alec went over it, he knew he may never fully grasp the idea that he was free to actually be happy - that he was one of the few lucky ones that had actually succeeded in discovering love in this lifetime. He knew it wasn't easy to live as a Shadowhunter and fall in love at the same time. Alec definitely had appreciation for that kind of all-time discovery. He was blessed, and that would never be taken for granted.
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Now, sitting on a bed and fidgeting while he watched his brightly-clad lover stalk around the equally as flamboyant bedroom, picking up clothing and books and about everything else you could find in a warlock's room, he couldn't help but smile widely, despite the flip-flopping happening within his insides every time Alec thought of why they were in here, the implied meaning behind this night not lost on him.
It was a dark night, stars glinting in the clear sky, humidity thick and sticky on Alec's arms. It was a week after the battle - having only just laid his lips upon Magnus's not so ago, and in front of the entire gathering of warriors, family and friends alike, no less. Thinking of that moment only heightened the nervous, tingly fluttering inside his chest.
This night was to fully consummate, in ways, what was finally theirs to share. They had snuck heated kisses and hard caresses, off and on, since the battle ended, but it wasn't enough for the both of them. The distractions were finally at an end, and Magnus no longer had to whisper feverishly into Alec's ear about making love to his Shadowhunter, how earthshaking it would be when it happened. All those times seemed a prelude to now.
Magnus had said nothing for the first few months of their shaky, almost-not- there, blossoming relationship, before the kiss, about how quick or slow they would take things, and since then, they had needed no schedule - things seemed to come way smoother and natural, easier than he had first expected, and the both of them just let things flow how they wanted to; the way it must have been meant to occur all along, something Alec understood for sure, now that the Shadowhunter was at last comfortable with himself and with loving another man. It had been such a silly thing, to have waited so long, been so afraid of your own heart and the truth inside of it, to stumble blindly. He was glad to finally breathe. Both he and Magnus could be together as they desired.
If they were to die soon from now, at least it would be after the moments of their own personal Heaven, where they could be free to hold each other, locked together in love and passion and everything else. He wanted this more than anything, despite the nerves short-circuiting all over his body. He knew he was ready for this.
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Tonight, Magnus had had that knowing, mysterious glint in his eyes, a certain posture to his entire body, something Alec was starting to decipher. There was a sharp edge to those gorgeous, golden eyes that made the Shadowhunter's heartbeat jackhammer, his body wracked with acute tingles that started in his stomach and spread quickly outward like a wildfire. Those cat-slit eyes had been practically undressing him the entire walk over to the warlock's house with their not-so-subtle, sideways glances.
Even so, Magnus had done the exact physical opposite; he had refrained from touching Alec whatsoever -- the two of them not even holding hands like they usually would as they walked side by side. It had both further alerted the younger male to a change ... and pissed him off to no end.
Alec knew it had probably been Magnus's way of not jumping him right there and then on the cold, dirty streets, but he had still yearned for it, the ache so bad in his ribs that he thought he would die right there if he had to wait a moment more. The walk to the warlock's house had felt like twenty days all rolled into a single, painstakingly-long stroll.
It was maddening.
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Magnus turned now to watch Alec, the boy sitting on a chair and picking at his clothing. The same, silky expression was still in the warlock's eyes, and he locked gazes with Alec, who had let the hem of his sweater slide from his hand the moment Magnus turned to look at him. Alec didn't want the other to know that he was seriously, incredibly nervous, a little ticked that the warlock had yet to even kiss him this evening, and more than charged with a super-electric energy - deep, hot and stifling, and it had nothing to do with magic.
The older man gave the Shadowhunter a small smile, reassuring and deadly and loving all at once, and patted the spot next to him on the big, king-sized bed Magnus had just sprawled on, looking inviting.
Swallowing and blinking twice, Alec moved towards his lover without hesitation, though his eyes widened a sliver as Magnus rocked forward and, once close enough, clasped Alec by the elbows and dragged the younger boy close to him, their chests nearly touching, breath suddenly mingling sweetly between their mouths.
"Alec..."
The dark-haired Nephilim nearly melted into a puddle at the gravelly voice that vibrated against his neck through the man's soft lips. He let himself be pulled flush to Magnus's body, Alec's arms coming up to wrap tightly around the warlock's shoulders as the bright-haired man (deep blue and neon purple colors, today) pulled their bodies down, the pair falling onto the bed and tangling, Alec held up by his shaking arms, his lithe body hovering over the warlock.
Magnus had left his usually-spiked locks down, the ends dried slightly wavy, and they now cascaded around his handsome face, contrasting vividly against the red-and-white Argyll bedspread. Alec ran his quivering fingers through Magnus's hair, tucking a stray strand behind the warlock's ear before he leaned down towards the man, his forefinger exploring shy but firm across Magnus's parted lips.
Their mouths finally met when Magnus circled his strong arms around Alec's shoulders, one hand shifting against the back of his neck to guide him, sliding through the fine hair there, the other holding the boy's torso. Their lips moved together in gentle touches, until the warlock swiped his tongue between Alec's lips, asking for entrance. Magnus's hand crawled between fabric and skin, cold knuckles brushing across Alec's sensitive ribs and unfurling to drag long, expert fingers up and down the Shadowhunter's side.
Alec whined from the small caress, liquefied when the tongue probed along his teeth, and at once he drew closer as though any scrap of air between their bodies was unbearable. They deepened the kiss, Alec startling only a little when the unfamiliar sensation of Magnus's warm tongue entered and wrapped around Alec's fluttering one, saliva-slick and spicy. The taste was like no other, sweet but tangy in a way that rivalled any kind of candy or beverage. Nothing could compare to how they mixed together, an unnameable flavour only theirs that sent starry spots dotting along Alec's vision.
The Nephilim's breathing quickened as they kissed with vigour, passion spilling from his guts, his sides heaving for air after five or six moments locked together. Magnus wasn't far from breathless either, but he returned to Alec's mouth before the younger caught his breath, completely ravishing the Shadowhunter's lips and tongue, teeth clashing painfully-wonderful. The warlock sucked hard on Alec's bottom lip, pulling away with a wet suction, the warlock smiling in satisfaction at the purple bruising on Alec's swollen mouth. Blue eyes regarded Magnus half-open, running rampant with desire, a soft moan working its way out of the Shadowhunter's chest. It made Magnus feel like purring, ecstatic that he was the one to cause such pleasure and reaction in his lover.
Alec was dizzy with lust and love and feeling, more things then he could ever bother to name, and he felt his body go limp as Magnus suddenly flipped them over, the powerful man proceeding to leave small, scorching kisses across the warrior's collarbone, stopping at times to drag his teeth and tongue along Alec's jugular without a pattern, more beautiful moans and pants filling the dark room, one or two groans belonging to Magnus as he wandered Alec's body.
Drunk off of raw emotion, Alec tried to clear his head. As wonderful as Magnus's earthshaking, divine caresses and ministrations were, Alec wanted so badly to be able to return those feelings to the other. He felt selfish, drinking up all the attention and atmosphere, yet unable to create the pleasure, to hear the same gasping sounds come from the warlock. Though he knew he was not an experienced 'warrior' when it came to being in bed with someone, he bet that Magnus would sound something like a Roman God when he cried out in perfect rapture. Alec tried not to think about where the invasion of dirty, tempting thoughts was coming from.
Squeezing a limb between Magnus's long, limber legs, angling it tight between the warlock's thighs, Alec ground his knee upward against the obvious bulge in the man's pants. He was overjoyed when the warlock spread his legs apart to allow better friction and his mouth, agape, drew out a long groan, the sound ripped from the wizard's throat. Alec swore that Magnus's golden eyes turned two tones darker as they stared feverishly at Alec.
Magnus sat up once he stopped shaking, temporarily leaving the other boy cold with some of the fizzling heat gone. His large hands crawled over the boy's belt, gliding across the silky skin beneath Alec's shirt. Bunching the fabric up from the Shadowhunter's stomach, Magnus rolled the shirt up past Alec's abdomen and collarbone and slid the thing off the boy's arching body; he barely paused to do this before his mouth was once more on Alec, circling the younger's nipples, hardening them as his tongue and teeth worked along the boy's chest.
Barely able to contain himself, Alec all but yelled out in ecstasy as Magnus slipped lower and lower down his flushed body, leaving a trail of nips and bruising kisses down his front. That wicked mouth massaged his abdomen and then stopped, forming a perfect, wet ring around his navel. Magnus's tongue dipped down and Alec swore he broke several blood vessels trying not to scream. There was no equivalent to the fire that raged through his entire being and consumed him, each moment driving him even madder.
Within minutes, both men were completely relieved of every single piece of clothing that separated their bodies (unique - different in scars and bruises but similar in absolute undying resonance), and Magnus's entire soul seemed to be fusing and melding into Alec's.
Writhing nonstop against each other, Alec's hands were everywhere at once, trying to get a grip on anything before his brain exploded. Magnus's gifted fingers had moved quickly from Alec's thighs, where they had been kneading and rolling, and now the warlock's hand braceleted firm and relentless around the straining flesh standing neglected and needy, aching for pleasure, between Alec's tanned, Rune- marked legs.
Each shifting muscle within the warlock's palm, each pump of his fingers, made the Shadowhunter--ribcage heaving, mouth swollen and wide open--spill out slurred nonsense, accompanied by colourful, offensive language, words that Jace would have been proud of.
Alec's hips jerked up and down in Magnus's grip, spasmodic and without rhythm, his mind on constant repeat: I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm dying, oh hell, oh hell, oh hell--- before the incredible sensation stopped altogether.
Magnus raised himself up, bringing Alec's ragdoll body with him to rest boneless against his chest, and let out a gentle laugh at Alec's wide blue eyes and spluttering mouth. The older male bent around beside the bed, fishing for something, and Alec felt damn close to passing out just then. Indignant, he gaped at Magnus as he reached around inside a drawer for whatever he sought. His hands grabbed the warlock's face, turning the older man's gaze on him.
"Why--what-"
"I'm sorry. Relax, love... I need to prepare you for what happens next."
Though the explanation sounded soothing, assuring and full of adoration, Alec could not mistake the almost feral darkening of the warlock's gorgeous eyes, and he definitely saw the conspiring smirk stretch its way across Magnus's jaw as the man licked his lips before once more lowering Alec below him. The older male's forever- long limbs bordered his flushed, naked body from every side. Something small and capped was clutched tight in one of Magnus's hands, the bottle a translucent, pearly pink. The wizard's knuckles were white.
"I am going to show you ... just how much you set my entire existence ablaze, Alexander."
Gulping hard, perfectly out of oxygen for an entirely different reason than the long, hot minutes they shared before, Alec's heart thudded like running feet on concrete. His tongue suddenly felt impossibly thick, his mouth devoid of any sort of moisture, drying up as Magnus's rumbling, thunder-clap words roiled over him, sending new shocks up from his toes to his scalp. He fumbled for a response before giving up, surrendering to a long, bruising kiss from the man moving slowly over him, tantalizing and sweet.
They sucked at each other, reaching a depth unheard of with just their mouths. Alec wondered how much more he could get beneath the other's skin before they would combust.
"How would you like us to do this?"
Magnus's sweet breath wisped, smoky and intense, around Alec's ear, long fingernails stroking distracting shapes and lines into Alec's upper thighs as he waited patiently for Alec to reply.
The Shadowhunter continued to be adrift in a smouldering fog, still barely on the border of articulation, before it hit him abruptly that this was it--this was the moment, the ultimate wish and desire that he had been allowed to live out only in his wildest, hottest dreams. Even when he was still awake, forever daydreaming of the one person who completed his heart in ways that could never have felt so good had it been any other person on the planet, in the entire universe ... when he thought he could only wish and wish for this time to come ... it had all remained a dream. Until now. Now, it was here, and he was ready. There was no more running away, despite his severe lack of wisdom, the embarrassment at not being able to grasp the entire situation.
He did not know the procedure or the way of making love with a man - or with anyone, for that matter - and Alec knew he was running on pure, only-halfway- defined instinct and that was frightening, unsettling ... it felt like being blind in a black room, unable to see anything past your hands. Even so, bypassing this fear, he also believed wholeheartedly that Magnus would be right there beside him, not impatient and heady, but there helping him to do this right, and with grace.
He realized it did not matter how perfect or near proper this was - as long as he could successfully reach into Magnus and explore places where no other living being had ever been before; open wide the man's soul, spill himself into the warlock's most intricate parts ... as long as he could be with his lover, here and now, what did it matter except for this?
Alec felt he was no longer worried about how dumb and unprepared he felt, might sound. His body and his mind told him what it wanted, what had to be done ... what needed to be good enough for the two of them, tonight.
"I want to ... be able to see your face," he whispered back, giving Magnus a watery smile, reaching behind the warlock to brush his shaking hand over the single, sole Mark that stood up like goose bumps on Magnus's skin - the only symbol that was branded upon the warlock, a symbol that he himself had placed across the back of the man's golden neck, binding the two as one.
"I want to see your eyes on me, when we..."
Alec trailed off, wrapping his hand around the long fingers petting his thigh, bringing them up to place a soft, chaste kiss upon the back of Magnus's hand, letting the appendage go when Magnus nodded, understanding, both pairs of eyes misty and warm.
Magnus began to move atop his body, positioning himself so that he had access to every part of Alec. Magnus's arms formed a protective perimeter around Alec, dark brown hair splayed across the Argyll-pattern pillow, creating a halo.
Chills spiralled rampant all over the younger boy's anatomy as he watched the warlock pop open the top of the pink container and squirt some of the pearly substance onto his palm. Magnus chucked the lubrication bottle over his shoulder and, pushing his hands together, rubbed them rapidly to warm the liquid. Alec let his vibrant, blue eyes wander across every inch of Magnus's well-proportioned frame, the skin glistening with a layer of perspiration, his hips tight and strong as he kneeled before Alec's prone body.
Impatience won out, something bolder and more assertive overtaking the Shadowhunter, and before Magnus could move back, Alec hooked his ankle around the warlock's calf, gliding his foot up and down the taller man's leg, lethargic and sluggish, his mouth breaking into a grin when this elicited a low, drawn-out keen from the warlock, Magnus's head arching back.
Magnus quickly resumed his position against Alec, careful not to touch the boy's skin with his slicked hands, though they longed to stroke and slide over every possible area that he could reach. He chuckled loudly as the Shadowhunter practically whined the moment the warlock came back into contact with his lover's body, the heat from Magnus seeping into the back of Alec's knees. Both of Alec's legs stretched until they were spread wide around Magnus, and they lifted, closing around the warlock like a vice and tightening, bringing the other closer until Magnus's pelvis pressed between them. The indescribable friction and tepid heat caused the younger to arch and keen and Magnus to all-out growl in delectation. Magnus knew instantly that they could wait no longer.
"Put your arms around me."
Magnus placed his muscular arms behind the warrior, clutching the Shadowhunter's shoulder blades, bracing them, his voice like the caress of Venus on Alec's skin.
Nearly drowning in brilliance and exhilaration, Alec rose up slowly, almost hyperventilating from the feeling that simply brushing his aching flesh against Magnus's equally-hard member incurred, and he clung to his lover, needy and craving for release from this turmoil of mind-blowing frenzy.
A warm, lube-coated finger teased around Alec's entrance, rimming around him, pressing and intruding, but in a way entirely welcome, regardless of the peculiar ache that melded into the pleasure. Magnus went slow, letting the mahogany-haired boy adjust to the feeling, massaging into his lover's tight ring of muscle with utmost patience while his other hand seized the warrior's hard flesh, fondled it slowly, distractedly, resisting the urge to pump him any quicker. He wanted to draw out Alec's first experience as long as possible, not wishing for it all to end before it could take off.
His calloused thumb rolled over Alec's tip, smearing the leaking semen and lubrication together and down Alec's shaft. Constant, restless panting and moaning flowed like a music masterpiece from Alec's mouth, his jaw wide open, Adam's apple bobbing as he heaved and gasped for oxygen. Magnus thought he had seen Alec at his most beautiful and sexy before this - handsome and fearless - but he had been wrong ... so, so wrong. He wondered if Alec was even human ... he looked so damned ethereal and spectacular; and then, he remembered that Alec wasn't a mere human.
With three fingers inside of the Shadowhunter, Alec's muscles relaxed and then tightened in quick, small spasms to indicate that with each thrust into his body, working him open, he was nearing the rapture and abandoning pain. Slowly, Magnus slid the fingers out, a trail of moisture slicking Alec's entrance further. Alec whimpered at the sudden lack of something no longer filling him, and he threw his head back, wanting to cry but only finding the strength to continue panting, hearing himself moan out pleas, Magnus's named on his tongue.
The warlock, weak all over as the sounds of his lover permeated his eardrums and tumbled around his mind, licked a wet trail up Alec's slender neck, his hand seeking out the boy's, the Shadowhunter's fingers clawing at the bed.
He guided himself to Alec's waiting entrance and pushed the tip of his member in, painstakingly slow, hearing the sharp intake of breath as the Nephilim stilled his writhing, long fingers dragging up Magnus's back to nestle in the warlock's vibrant hair, cinching tightly. Alec sucked lazily along the junction between the wizard's neck and shoulder, biting lightly, harder when it hurt and softer when it lessened. Magnus pressed cautiously past the male's entrance, the simple motion taking all of his self-control not to shove right into the infernal heat then and there, to pound himself, rock-hard and unrestrained, into his lover.
And then, Alec did something neither of them expected, the warrior's need to be filled by Magnus so great that it stifled all fear and reason and threw patience entirely to the air.
With a loud gasp, eyes screwed tightly shut, Alec shoved the wizard's body hard to the bed, falling over him like a raging rush of water. Magnus stared, confused, at the Shadowhunter before his cat eyes widened in understanding and disbelief - but he was unable to get a word out as the dark-haired warrior literally dropped himself onto the other, slamming down onto Magnus with a sharp cry that cracked halfway through, likely from a jolt of pain. It completely knocked the wind out of the both of them.
Pain lanced up Alec's sides, momentary and bitter, before a startling, blinding ecstasy caterwauled all the way up Alec's arched spine. The Shadowhunter's head snapped back as he cried out, letting the feeling escape as more of the exploding sensation rocketed throughout him. Magnus writhed slightly beneath him, his own back high off the bedspread in a long arc, his mouth opened in a silent 'o', eyes unfocused and his body rigid as though in permanent lock-up.
Alec found the strength within him to move again, against the sparks of pain, saving them both from passing out from the fantastically seizure-inducing feeling, and he continued slamming down onto Magnus, a good three or four times, the feeling of being so genuinely, thoroughly filled bringing tears to the corner of his eyes. There was nothing so out of this world than this. He would not have been surprised if his heart burst from his aching chest, throbbing and still full of life.
Gyrating, he rode the older male in deep, long, sliding strokes that made Magnus's toes curl to the point where his left foot cramped, pain that went unnoticed, the warlock's mind and body way too intent and focused on his lover's throat, bared and elongated as Alec stared passed the ceiling, eyes wide as saucers and clear as a cloudless sky, into another dimension altogether, one where only Magnus and he existed.
Fireworks and planets and spirals streaked and exploded across his vision, shooting stars and silver lights ripping through consciousness, and Alec splayed his hands wide, palms flat against Magnus's broad chest, his nails digging in and leaving crescents. His thighs ached and screamed as he pistoned harder, traveled deeper, every muscle on fire as he rode Magnus, the warlock pulling Alec in for a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss, tongue sliding across the boy's upper lip.
He could no longer hear properly, see, or think - or breathe. Their rhythm increased as the Shadowhunter moaned, long and wanton, the sound unhinging from his ribs. His hips thrust quickly overtop Magnus's, and the warlock's body rose to meet him, a cataclysmic collision, their joined forms screaming, reaching past transcendence. Magnus pumped Alec relentlessly with his hand, though it often slipped and slid from his lover's shaft as they rocked into oblivion.
Suddenly, Alec was seeing red, orange, yellow, white ... before he could even begin to fathom it, hips whipping hard, he stiffened, his entire weight collapsing on top of Magnus as he spilled himself, climaxing long and warm across his lover's stomach. His jaw was sore, stiff from being agape for the entire duration, his throat raw as he yelled out.
The older male's hips jerked once, twice, against Alec, mouth open in a silent scream, before he released, some of the white substance escaping from inside Alec and dribbling onto the Argyll comforter. Alec moaned softly at the thick warmth, and, using the last of his energy to lift his weight off of Magnus and fall beside the exhausted man, he threw his tremoring leg around the warlock, and spent the next ten minutes trying to remember how to inhale and exhale.
Comforting, ever-gentle hands tickled Alec's lower back after a time of comfortable silence, Magnus flipping over onto his side so he could tug the Shadowhunter closer. Their legs threaded together, and the warlock reached back to grab a pillow, using the cover to clean the mess off of his stomach and wipe Alec.
"We should go for a shower."
Even as Magnus mumbled the words against Alec's shoulder, the man made no move to get up. Alec cracked an eye open, gazing into Magnus's luminous eyes as they fought off sleep equally as uselessly as his own body was trying to do. Alec laughed quietly, sighing out the last of his exhaustion, thinking that he completely agreed with Magnus but not caring to actually follow through.
The Shadowhunter's hand cupped his lover's flushed cheek, bringing his face closer to Magnus's for a soft kiss that felt like warm rain. Magnus kept his lips against Alec's, murmuring softly against his face and his throat, only shifting away once to tug the covers over them, knowing that once they were completely cooled off they would feel the chill of night. The warlock fit his entire body all around Alec, the two of them meshing together like pieces that had finally been found and connected. Reaching down with the last pulls of energy, Alec twined his fingers with Magnus's, shivering contentedly at the simple gesture.
"I love you."
Magnus's eyes softened at Alec's shy admonition, and he hummed in agreement, his fingers barely touching Alec's golden skin as he brushed lazy strokes across the expanse of flesh, tracing a Mark or two.
"I love you as well, Alec. Even more then life itself."
They fell unconscious, their chests rising peacefully in tandem. Alec's last thought was of sheer happiness ... appreciation and a sense of humble acceptance. He would have many nights ahead to listen to Magnus breathe as calmly and deeply as he was now, right next to Alec's sated body. He felt himself glowing.
He knew that everything could finally be at peace.
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