The Book of Malec

Magnus x Alec lemon

Warning: self harm and smut, and a little swearing
Alec Lightwood was crying again. Sobs racked his normally strong, yet skinny body. It was bad enough that he had to be gay, and he was worried how his family would take it. In fact, he wasn't sure he would ever tell them. Isabelle had been accepting, but he had heard Robert talking about "filthy homosexuals" with some contempt a few minutes ago, and had excused himself claiming that he was going to go to bed. They hadn't even noticed anything wrong, hadn't seen the tears swelling in his eyes. They were too distracted to care right now. They had simply reminded him that they were going on a Clave mission and wouldn't return for a couple days. Alec knew that if Maryse and Robert found out that he liked boys, they would not be nearly as loving and accepting as Isabelle. Maybe they would disown him, as they legally could. He was 18, after all. And now, Jace was mad at him for whatever reason. Sighing, he grudgingly admitted to himself that he was doing pretty good in that regard- he was letting go of Jace. Now, the eyes that he saw in his dreams weren't a pale honey color like Jace's, but a gorgeous green-gold. Cat eyes. What would his family say if they knew that he had the hots for a downworlder, and- this gave him a thrill- the downworlder might just have the hots for him too?
Alec wrenched himself from thoughts of Magnus's enthralling eyes, flamboyant fashion sense, perfect lips, and seductive laugh. There was no way the warlock would go for someone like him. He was merely a young mortal. This thought reminded him of the recent death of (bleeped so no spoiler), which launched him into another fit of tears. It was too much. He blindly stumbled into the bathroom adjacent to his bedroom, grabbed a razor blade from the shelf above the porcelain sink, and, for the first time in his life, dragged it across his wrist. Blood welled in its wake. It stung, but the pain in his wrist took away the pain in his heart. He cut himself, again and again, till blood spattered the smooth tile floor and his head spun and felt dizzy.
"Alec?" Isabelle's daunting figure loomed in the doorway. The expression on her face turned to one of horror and shock. "ALEC! What the hell are you doing?" Her voice jerked him from his trance, sending him into another round of raucous sobs.
"Alec." Her voice was softer this time. "You can't do this to yourself. And you know that iratzes can't heal self harm. What are you going to do?" He didn't know how to answer. Isabelle sighed, clearly exasperated with him. "Dammit, Alec. And I don't know how to heal wounds the mundane way. I'm going to have to call Magnus."
"No!" Alec choked out. "No! Anyone but him!"
His sister shot him a strange look. "I thought you liked him."
"I do, but I don't think he likes me back. Besides, I don't want him to see me like this."
Izzy looked at him with a slight frown. "Well, sorry, but I don't know how to deal with this, and if you lose any more blood you may die, so I am going to go contact him RIGHT NOW." With a swish of her long black skirt she left the room. Alec sighed. He really didn't want Magnus to see him in this state. He tried to stand, but the dizziness was too much. So he limited himself to sitting, surrounded by blood and blurry dizziness, until there came another knock on the door. "Alec?" Came a smooth voice Alec had learned to know and love. "Alec?" A shiver involuntarily moved up his spine. "Alec, I'm coming in." He heard the sound of a door opening, then footsteps before Magnus's head appeared in the doorway. "Isabelle said you were hurt-" His face abruptly went white and he stopped speaking. "Oh, wow. So this is what she meant. What happened? Did you do all this yourself?"
"Yes", whispered Alec.
With a flick of blue sparks, the blood on the floor disappeared, and Magnus sat down by Alec. Alec was suddenly very aware of Magnus's body- his every breath, and how close they were sitting. Magnus took Alec's arm with delicate fingers, sending more traces of shivers up Alec's spine. Abruptly Magnus lowered his head to the arm, and Alec felt his coarse tongue, licking the blood from the cuts, nearly catlike in manner. Then he was carefully kissing each of them. When he lifted his head, Alec saw that each of the cuts were now barely more than scratches and had stopped bleeding. He looked at Magnus in wonder. Magnus shrugged, avoiding Alec's eyes. "I'm a warlock. Did you forget?" He seemed unusually subdued. "No", whispered Alec. He felt even more tired and dizzy now that that was all over.
"It's not good to go to sleep so soon after such an... Injury. It can make the shock even worse, and it's possible you won't wake up."
"But I'm so- tired. Can you do something?"
Magnus looked at him with some disdain. The atmosphere between them seemed cold and barren.
"I could. But I don't think you would like it."
"Why not, what is it?"
"Since I healed your cuts by kissing them, it would seem only logical that kissing your lips deeply would heal internal ailments."
Alec looked up at Magnus, searching for a hint of a joke in his face, but his eyes were dead serious.
"As for why you wouldn't like it, I assume that you are aware of the fact that I have feelings for you. Actual feelings, more than I've felt for anyone in a long time. And these you do not reciprocate since you are still hung up on Jace." He said Jace's name like it was a bad word. "So go to sleep. You should be fine, I've kept you up a bit."
He started to walk to the door before Alec's voice stopped him.
"Magnus, I- please don't go."
Magnus turned and looked back at Alec. There was a carefully hidden caution in his eyes.
"Why not?"
"I- I don't have feelings for Jace anymore. For the past few months, my only thoughts have been- have been of you." He glanced up shyly to meet Magnus's eyes. "Magnus, I think I love you." His face immediately reddened. What was he doing? Of course Magnus may like him, but surely not enough to meet that kind of statement.
Magnus crossed the room in long, deliberate strides. Soon he was standing right in front of Alec.
"Then what", said Magnus, "are you doing vandalizing my property?"
This caught Alec by surprise. "What?"
"Vandalism includes the destruction of property. And you have clearly destructed something of mine."
"Magnus, I haven't-"
"Oh, yes you have."
"What property of yours have I destructed?"
A strange look took over Magnus's eyes, a fierce and passionate glare.
"Your body."
Before Alec had time to be surprised, Magnus crashed his lips against him. They had kissed before, but those kisses were nothing like this. This kiss was all messy, passionate, love. Magnus deepened the kiss and pulled Alec's body more tightly against him. Alec could feel the arms of the warlock around his waist, pulling his hips against Magnus. Their groins rubbed together, and Alec suppressed a small moan. After an eternity, they broke the kiss and, arms still encircling each other, caught their breath. Alec's tiredness was gone and he was all adrenaline. He glanced up at his lover, and was surprised at the fondness he saw in those cat eyes.
After a moment, Magnus spoke. "You are so cute."
Alec looked down and blushed. "You are too."
"I want you to always remember how cute you are, and never hurt yourself again. So to remind you-" He lifted Alec's chin so that there eyes met- "I am going to fuck you until you break."
Magnus sat down in the middle of Alec's bed and pulled the younger man onto his lap. Alec noticed Magnus get slightly hard, and, feeling adventurous, ground his hips downward. Magnus let out a small, involuntary moan. "Not yet, my impatient young shadowhunter. Let me do this first. I am going to teach you that the only one aloud to damage your body is me." With that said, he lowered his lips to Alec's cheek. He kissed and bit in all the right places on a trail down the shadowhunter's neck, leaving a lovely electric feeling in his wake. Reaching his collarbone, he stopped for a moment to remove both of their shirts, before pushing Alec flat against the bed and straddling him. He wrapped his legs around the younger man, pulling their hips together tightly, until the pressure between their hardening dicks was almost too much to bear. Then he leaned down and kissed Alec's chest, from his collarbone down to his delectable abs. Alec reveled in feeling the lips he had been drooling over earlier all over his body, coaxing moans from his mouth, until Magnus abruptly stopped. "How far are you comfortable with me going?" Alec thought for a moment. On one hand, he was only 18 and had never had sex before. On the other hand, he wanted to feel Magnus inside of him with a wanting that you don't come by every day. He finally replied "I'm a virgin. But I want you, Magnus. I want you so bad. Please take me all the way. And don't be gentle with me just because I've never had sex before."
Magnus smirked. "I was hoping you would say something along those lines." He slid off of Alec and began kissing at his waistline, eliciting husky moans from the shadowhunter, before unbuttoning both of their pants, pulling them off, and throwing them aside. Alec blushed a deep red. Magnus's boner was very evident through his rainbow glittery boxers. And he looked huge. But he didn't have a lot of time to think about that, because soon Magnus had his hand inside Alec's plain gray boxers, stroking his member over and over before pulling them down and taking Alec's length in his mouth. He licked and nipped as he slid his mouth up and down. The shadowhunter was a moaning, groaning mess beneath the warlock. He had never done anything like this before, and the delicious feel of Magnus's lips on his most private part was just too much to bear. He shot his seeds into the warlock, who swallowed every bit. Magnus pulled up and looked at Alec. Alec was panting, red-faced, and thoroughly looking as if he had enjoyed that immensely. Magnus let him catch his breath before pulling off his own underwear. He spread the shadowhunter's legs before entering him slowly and carefully. Alec gasped at the feeling of the huge warlock inside of him. For the first time tonight, he was a little bit frightened. Magnus really was big. Still, after he felt himself adjust, he nodded at Magnus to go ahead.
The warlock began thrusting himself into Alec, over and over. It was gentle and sweet at first, then Magnus began picking up speed. Before it had been light, with Alec not taking all of Magnus inside of him. But now, the older man was thrusting all of himself into Alec as hard as he could, again and again. Alec let out a scream as Magnus hit his prostate. Smirking through his heavy breathing, Magnus thrust at that spot then, eliciting moans from the both of them. Alec was close to his end, but the final straw was when Magnus grabbed his swollen member and began stroking it in time to his thrusts. He and Magnus came at the same time, Magnus slamming into him to release. He then pulled out and lay next to Alec to catch his breath. "My property." He said once they had both stopped panting. Alec rolled onto his side so that he could look at the warlock. "I love you, Magnus. I love so you freaking much." Magnus, too rolled onto his side. Their noses were nearly touching. "I love you, too, Alec. And you know, you don't need to cut yourself in order for me to screw you. I would do that gladly any day." He pecked the shadowhunter on the mouth. Alec had nearly forgotten about the events of earlier. "Magnus?"
"Yes?"
"Will you hold me?"
"Gladly, Alec."
Magnus pulled the covers over them and wrapped his arms around Alec, pulling him close. Alec nuzzled into the warlock's neck, and fell asleep with a smile on his face, as did Magnus.

-the next morning-
Isabelle looked at the clock. It's getting late, she thought to herself. I should probably check to make sure Alec didn't die in his sleep. She climbed the stairs and knocked on his door. "Alec?" There was no response. She opened the door and was greeted with the sight of Alec and Magnus still asleep in each other's arms. So thats what those noises were last night. Grinning to herself, she shut the door and went back downstairs.