A Malec Alphabet

T- Ticklish

Ticklish (In which Magnus makes a discovery)

For once, Alec had managed to persuade Magnus to stop working and relax, and he was immensely regretting it.

Their day had started nicely enough, Magnus had 'made' breakfast in bed (without getting up) and they had snuggled in front of the TV watching an old movie where Audrey Hepburn and Gregory Peck were scooting through Rome. They had been lying on the sofa together, kissing gently. Magnus had been stroking Alec's bare back and had just moved his hands to the Shadowhunter's sides, tracing a rune, when Alec had squirmed, yelped, fallen off the sofa and stared at him in embarrassment.

"Alec..." Magnus asked with a glint in his eye that did not make Alec feel safe at all.

"No."

"Are you..."

"No."

"Ticklish?"

"No." Alec said, emphasising the word in case Magnus had gone selectively deaf again. "I fell off the sofa. All is well."

Magnus raised an eyebrow. "Are you suuuure?" He sing-songed, wiggling his long brown fingers.

Alec swallowed. "Yes. I'm a Shadowhunter, I'm not ticklish." He scooted away from Magnus on the floor all the same.

The warlock slid off the sofa and started crawling towards him in a way that was both terrifying and weirdly attractive. He paused and grinned evilly at Alec before lunging for him.

Alec yelped as Magnus knocked him to the ground. He began to shake with a painful laughter as Magnus tickled his waist. Soon the apartment was filled with the sound of Alec shrieking with laughter and begging Magnus to stop. Tears streamed down Alec's face.

"Stop!" He cried. "Okay, I'm ticklish just stop!"

Magnus had tackled him so that he was lying on his front and Magnus was sitting on his back, tickling his waist. "Nope!" Magnus called. "This is way too much fun to stop. I've finally found your weakness."

Alec had lost the energy to cry out and was now shaking silently on the carpet, his face wet with tears making the occasional groan of agony.

Magnus was finding immense pleasure in the control he had over Alec, the bargaining chip he now held over the Shadowhunter.

"Please stop! I swear I'll do anything." Alec begged, his voice shaking. Magnus paused, he head cocked as if considering the offer.

"Hmmmm. Nope."

Alec let out more shrieks and wails as Magnus started the ambush on Alec's waist again.

"I can't believe you never told me you were ticklish before." Magnus exclaimed, chuckling to himself at Alec's pained-but-laughing face. He looked... contorted.

Alec had progressed into the giggling stage of laughter (which Magnus found extremely cute). "You. Never. Asked." He shrieked between giggles. "Besides. Why would I. Tell you. When you. Would. Just. Tickle me?" He kicked his legs out á la child in a tantrum. (A/N: for people who generally don't speak other languages, we Brits sure say a lot of random French words...)

Magnus purred. "Shhh. Hush Alec, don't waste energy talking."

Alec's leg kicks became slightly more aimed at Magnus.

The buzzer buzzed. (A/N: that sentence makes me feel wrong in so many ways) Magnus, deciding not to let Alec up, simply clicked his fingers to open the door. It swung slowly open to reveal Jace, covering Clary's eyes with his hand.