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Unlike Alec I Care	By : Talented_Mrs_Lupin Category: M through R > Mortal Instruments (series) > Mortal Instruments (series) Views: 8051 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Magnus watched as Clary paced in front of him and told him what happened. She was angry but she apparently felt pretty proud of herself, he couldn’t help but notice how amazingly beautiful she looked. Her long red hair was still in the pony tail that it had been in before but there were little curly strands that were framing her face, she was flushed and walking back and forth. When she turned away from him he lowered his gaze to his lap and frowned at his traitorous body. He wondered how long it would be before he found himself having wet dreams about her like a teenager. That thought made him wonder if maybe he could share those dreams with her (he heard that could happen between a bond) as he was curious about her reaction.

“So” Clary said as she turned to look at him “Are you angry with me?”

“No” He answered right away “I’m happy that you are finally growing up and standing up for yourself”

“Where can I sleep?” She asked looking around his surprisingly small apartment and biting her lip.

“I guess you can sleep in my room…” He said “I’ll sleep on the couch…”

“No” She said “I don’t want to kick you out of your own bed…we’re two consulting adults here, we can sleep in the same bed”

“Are you sure?” He asked, it was already early evening and bed time it appeared was getting closer and making him nervous.

“Yes” She answered and looked around again “So, do you want me to make you dinner?”

“Sure” He looked uncomfortable and shrugged “If you want”

It was around ten-thirty when they decided that it was time for bed. It turned out that they didn’t have to fight over a spot on the bed, he liked the spot nearest the door while she liked the spot against the wall. It was perfect, she took a quick shower and came out wearing a pair of baby blue boxer pants and a tank top an braided her hair. He kept his back to her as he took his pants off and after a moment took his shirt off as well, she tried not to watch him but couldn’t look away. This was her first time sleeping in a bed with a person of the opposite sex and she was nervous again. He turned and looked at her, he gave her a half-smile that made her heart positively melt. He knelt on the bed and climbed up to where he wanted to be and laid down next to her, he waved his hand from left to right and the lights went out.

“This is cozy” Clary said as she looked around his room as it was now bathed in the moonlight that streamed through two windows that were near the roof “I’m comfortable”

“No, you’re not” He pointed out “Don’t try to lie to me, it won’t work”

“Well” She said “I’ve never been in bed with another person before, have you?” She laughed and rolled her eyes at herself “Of course you have”

“I’ve never had anyone sleep in this bed or this apartment” He told her “Just you”

“What about Alec?” She asked, again she found herself biting her lip. The topic of any of his past relationships…or his past in general, always felt so unwelcome.

“Alec never came here” He said “We always stayed at the Institute” There was a silence that stretched out between them filled with unasked questions and assumptions that Clary tried to keep not only from leaving her mouth but away from the bond as well “I was trying to make him comfortable. I was under the impression for the longest time that he was innocent and I didn’t want to scare him away”

“You were under the impression?” She repeated “What do you mean?”

“He made me believe that he’d not been with another male, ever” Magnus answered “Hell, he made me think that he’d never been with anyone, male or female, in his entire life” She felt him slam his hand down on the bed “I was such an idiot…you’d think after damn near four hundred years I’d have learned to tell when I’m being led around by my dick!”

“So he wasn’t…a virgin?” She ventured, she didn’t want to press him too much but she knew that he really needed to talk about this.

“No, he wasn’t” Magnus answered “Which wouldn’t have been a problem I mean it’s not like I’m a virgin. But he played this whole tragically gay shadow-hunter that shouldn’t have these feelings for someone of the same sex. He made me believe that I was the first person to touch him ever but I wasn’t and I can tell that”

“How?” She asked honestly curious.

“You’re a virgin” He said “I can tell because even before that night in the summer when we kissed you always blushed when I’d do or say something sexual weather about the situation we were in or about Alec” She nodded reluctantly “When we were kissing you were more than willing to do whatever I wanted and in all honesty it had been so long since I was with someone so willing had they not come home I would have likely taken your virginity that night…or at least got a little dirty with you” He grinned “When you’re not a virgin you tend to know when to stop, you’re not so driven by that need to be with the person. It’s not something new, not a novelty its just sex and it can happen whenever so having to stop may be a little annoying but not a problem”

“And Alec was like that” She guessed.

“Yes” He answered “I think my favorite was how much of “natural” talent he seemed to be for giving oral. I assure you, Clary, no one just gives head the first time and already knows exactly what they’re doing and when to stop…and no one, no one swallows the first time”

“Oh” Was all Clary could think to say and she was glad for the darkness as her face was flaming red.

Magnus, it appeared, decided that it was time to stop talking and rolled on to his side so he was facing her. She gasped when she felt his fingers brush against her stomach, he gripped her hip and pulled her against his front. She remained motionless for a few seconds before slowly easing up and resting her head against his chest and listened to the strange beat of his immortal heart. Boldly, Clary placed her hand on his side and pulled herself closer to him until she was flush up against him then she slipped her arm around his waist and relaxed in to him. She wondered if maybe he would want to do something more than just cuddle and when she was reminded that Magnus usually only slept about four hours a night as he claimed to never be comfortable and that he never needed more than a few hours of sleep. However, his breathing deepened and evened out and she could tell that he was indeed sleeping. The thought made her smile and slowly she too joined him in the land of the sleeping.

*Dreaming*

Clary opened her eyes to find herself sitting on a rock near a stream. She looked around, she wasn’t sure where she was exactly but it was beautiful and something told her that she wasn’t in the same century that her body was. She just knew that she was in a memory/dream of Magnus’s but she couldn’t find him anywhere. Clary stood up and walked along the stream wondering if she was going in the right direction or if she should turn around or call out to the warlock. But she found him sitting on an even larger rock than she’d been sitting on when she’d realized where she was. He looked different, black hair with no blue in it and the exoticness that attracted her to him seem muted. His brows were furrowed in a rarely seen serious expression as he looked out at a house some two hundred feet away from where he was.

“Magnus?” Clary called out to him and he jumped turning his head to look at her “Magnus, where are we?”

“Wow” He said “I thought we had to have sex before we could share dreams”

“We have to be intimate to share dreams” Clary answered.

“That’s what I said” He told her knowing what she was going to say next before it even came through the bond.

“We were intimate” She pointed out “You told me a little about your past. Your very recent past, but something that you’ve never even considered telling me before” She looked back at the house and then at him “Where are we?”

“Sixteenth century” He answered “Batavia Dutch East Indies…nowadays it’s known as Jakarta, Indonesia” He looked a little uncomfortable “This is where I was born”

“It’s beautiful” She said looking around again “So clean, pure…much better than the smog of the city”

“I have to say though” Magnus answered as he laced his fingers through hers “Smog beats the stench of dumped chamber pots and the haze of gas lamps in London” As he stood up the blue in his hair returned and instead of the century appropriate outfit he had been wearing he was wearing dark pajama pants.

“Why were you wearing that?” She asked.

“I always revert back to the old clothes that were popular in that time when I’m dreaming” He informed “Because I have nothing from my life in my dreams to pull me back to the Magnus Bane that you know and love” He pointed to her and then to himself “I have you here now and I’ve gone back to how I usually look”

“So what’s going to happen in your dream?” She asked.

“Nothing” Magnus said glaring at the house again “I don’t allow it to happen…sometimes it sneaks up on me but I’ve locked it away for tonight”

“This is a memory, right?” She asked and he nodded “Well, what did happen?”

“My father tries to drown me” He answered calmly and suddenly Clary could see a man holding on to a little boys arm half walking and half dragging the cat-eyed child towards the stream. The child was pulling against him and begging him to stop, to let him go and even promised to runaway and never return and the man, having reached the water stopped and picked him up.

“I’m sorry” The man said “I really am. But this is an act of love…You are the devils spawn and while you seem to be normal now you won’t be for long”

“Please…” The child sobbed.

“May god forgive you the sin of being born” The man snapped at him.

Clary screamed when the man shoved the little boy under the water holding him there as he thrashed around. He tried to scratch, tried to push up and reached out to the man that should have had some sort of love for him. Suddenly, the boys hands shot forward and the man shrieked in pain as he let go of him. The young warlock coughed and pulled himself deeper in to the stream and allowed the current to pull him away from the burning and screaming man.

*End Dreams*

Clary gasped and sat up looking around the brightening room. She looked behind her and Magnus was slowly opening his eyes and looking at her in confusion. He wasn’t confused that she was surprised with what she saw or that she was horrified with it. He was confused because he never needed more than four hours of sleep before and now he’d clearly had eight full hours and he felt amazing, stronger physically and magically. She looked at him sadly and laid back down next to him and waited for him to speak. According to all the lessons she’d had on bonds between downworlders and shadow-hunters any of the things learned during the shared dreams were unable to be lies. So that meant that his father had really tried to drown him when he was only about ten years old.

“Say something” He pleaded “I tried to keep you from seeing that”

“I know” She answered “But I’m glad I saw it. It told me so much about you and I’m sorry that he tried to harm you only…I don’t understand why he tried to kill you”

“Because my father is a demon” Magnus answered “That man you saw trying to drown me was my stepfather and when my warlock mark came in…” He pointed to his green cat eyes “My parents realized that I wasn’t normal and they grew to fear what I’d be able to do. They thought that I would be evil…that I was evil, my mother hung herself earlier that day in the dream. My stepfather thought that it was my fault and who’s to say he’s wrong?”

“Did you tell her to do it?” Clary asked looking at him “Did you use your powers to make her do it?”

“No, of course not” He said fiercely looking at her angrily “I would never do that”

“Then it wasn’t your fault” She said turning to look at him “Believe me, Magnus”

“I do” He answered with a small smile “For some reason when you speak those words I believe them”

~~~//~~~

As the Christmas vacation went by it was strange how much like an actual dating couple Magnus and Clary became. The first day together in his loft was spent talking, he taught her more about the bond, about downworlders and their history with the shadow-hunters. The nights were spent feeling awkward with one another lying together under their blankets listening to one another breathe. In their dreams though she learned about him and his past and sometimes they would visit her dreams and memories. That was how they found themselves at the Institute the day before Clary was supposed to go back to the college. She had gone back by herself on Christmas and ended up coming back to his loft in tears swearing that she hated her mother and would never speak to her again.

“I don’t see why I have to go back” Clary snapped at the warlock as he got dressed on the other side of the bedroom “I told you what happened on Christmas…she more or less called me a slut”

“First thing” He said “She’s worried that I, the big bad four hundred year old warlock, is banging her little girl possibly getting said little girl pregnant with my possibly partially demonized child so of course she’s going to be a little…rude”

“A little rude?” Clary repeated “She called you a “disgusting, faggot spawn of Satan warlock” and then told me that she was so sure that I was likely getting HIV from you”

“Oh yes” He said angrily “Because of course I’ve never used a potion or dear god a condom when sleeping with a man” He clenched his teeth for a moment “You miss her. You love her and you should because she is your mother and if I had the chance I would see my own mother but that is something I will never be able to do but I can help you remain close with your mother”

“No, you can’t” Clary told him walking over to him and grabbing his shoulder and turning him to look at her “Magnus, I know that your heart is in the right place but you need to see that she isn’t willing to be understanding about our relationship” He looked at her with sad eyes “She doesn’t want me to be happy…I can tell”

“She loved you enough to put herself in to an enchanted coma to keep you as safe as she ever could and you think that suddenly she’s going to disown and hate you because we’re dating…” His eyes widened and he looked in to her eyes seemingly surprised and yet lost.

“Is that we’re doing?” Clary asked “Dating?”

“I don’t know” He said “I think so…I mean, we’re practically living together and sleeping in the same bed” He smiled “Dating I guess”

“Nice” Clary smiled “But I still don’t want to go”

“Too bad” He grinned and dragged her out of the door of the apartment.

A/N: I was hoping everyone could get a view in to Magnus’s early life. It was depressing. There’s likely to be more.

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