Fading Scars: A Series of Malec One Shots

The Day That Alec Bit Magnus On The Neck

A lot of people have requested a second part to "The Day That Magnus Bit Alec On The Neck". Normally I don't do second parts to one shots (hence why it's called a one shot) I'll make an exception for this one due to the fact that there were a lot people who wanted a part two. So for those who wanted it, you got it. Song I used here was "Bite" by Troye Sivan.

"....you're not the only one with a neck fetish."

A loud whimper escaped Magnus. Alec's voice had dropped so low that he felt it vibrate in the pit of his stomach, giving him enough goosebumps to cover practically his entire body.

"Lay on your back. It's my turn to have my way with you," whispered Alec. There was a mischievous grin on his face as he spoke. He knew exactly what he was doing and it drove Magnus insane not knowing what he had planned.

But that was all part of the thrill, not knowing. The excitement was in the surprise; Alec had always been a wild card. Just when Magnus thought he knew what Alec was about to do, the Shadowhunter did a 180 and did something completely he opposite of what Magnus was thinking.

"Your skin tastes so good," Alec rasped. He dove in again, kissing and sucking on the side of Magnus' neck in pure ecstasy.

"It's my body wash. Vanilla extract," Magnus arched his neck and sighed at the contact. "Before you go any further....can I make a request?"

Alec paused and raised his head to look at Magnus. "Sure. What is it?"

Magnus blushed. "It's a silly request. Forget I said anything-"

"No, no. Tell me. I want to hear it," Alec insisted. "If you don't want me to do something in particular, let me know."

Magnus sighed. "Fine. Please don't bite."

Alec cocked his head. "Really? I mean if you don't want me to I won't but that actually surprises me a little bit."

Magnus laughed. "Why? You thought I was into kinky biting? I mean I'm very much into doing the biting but I don't like being on the receiving end." He chuckled. "I don't like getting bit. Not since....."

"Not since Camille," Alec finished his sentence. "And that's okay. I understand. I won't bite you unless you want me to."

Magnus nodded. "Right. So now that that's out of the way....let's continue."

And continue Alec did. The Shadowhunter may have inexperience when it came to relationships, but his mouth worked like a pro. In a matter of minutes, Magnus was driven over the edge. Panting. Moaning. Arching and bucking upwards. All the while, Alec had a smirk on his face.

"Alec," Magnus gasped when he felt lips on his navel. "Wait. Stop for a minute."

Alec stopped. "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"

"No. No, you didn't hurt me. I just....I want you to bite me on the neck."

Alec's eyes bulged. "But I thought you said-"

"I know what I said. But I trust you enough not to hurt me. At least you won't draw blood...."

Alec let his eyes roam over the warlock's neck. Magnus had a very inviting looking neck; the skin stretched and rolled whenever Magnus turned his head and his golden skin always had a natural glow to it. It was also long and distracting and oftentimes Alec found himself watching Magnus' Adam's apple bob whenever he talked or swallowed. It was a very attractive neck.

"So you trust me enough to let me bite you?" Alec whispered.

"Why are we whispering," Magnus chuckled, "when we're the only ones in the room? And the house for that matter?"

Alec shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I'm just surprised that you put so much trust in me to do anything you haven't been entirely comfortable with doing for a long time. It means a lot to me that you do."

Magnus stroked Alec's cheek with a hand. "Of course I trust you. I may have my hesitations about a lot of things but at least with you I know you won't hurt me, therefore I shouldn't hesitate. So bite away, Alexander. But just don't hurt me."

Alec shook his head. "I won't. I promise."

Magnus closed his eyes as Alec kissed him deeply. If he had to describe Alec's kisses, he'd call them an 'embrace of the mouth'. They were warm and comforting and made all his problems melt away. He didn't even notice when Alec slowly moved his mouth down over his neck and gently nibbled on it; he was still high from the kiss. It was only when Alec kissed the hollow of his throat did he let out a gurgle in response to the touch.

"What was that?" Alec asked halfway through a laugh. "Are you okay?"

Magnus nodded. "I'm peachy. Keep going. I didn't tell you to stop."

Alec rolled his eyes into another dimension. "Bossy....."

For the next hour, Magnus made inhuman noises as Alec moved his magical mouth over his skin. When he finally finished, Magnus could feel his skin tingling; he never felt so alive.

"So....how was that? Did it meet your standards?" Alec chuckled. When he looked over at the warlock beside him, he grinned. Magnus was staring at the ceiling with wide eyes and he was breathing heavily. "You okay? You're not dying on me, are you?"

"If I'm dying, at least I'm dying happy. But to answer your question, no. I'm not dying on you. I'm overwhelmed with pleasure and content. Alexander, you have a magical mouth. Perhaps even more magical than mine." A muffled laugh beside him made Magnus turn his head. Alec had covered his face with the pillow and was laughing into it. "What's so funny?"

Alec moved the pillow away. There was a broad smile on his face. "Who would've thought that I'd be more magical than the High Warlock of Brooklyn?"

Magnus poked him on the chest. "Hey. I said you had a magical mouth. I didn't say you had a magical anything else so watch your tongue."

Alec rolled onto his stomach so that he was on top of Magnus. "Who says I don't have a magical anything else?"

This stumped Magnus completely as he was at a loss for words. The playful smirk on his boyfriend's face was contagious and he couldn't help smirk back up at him. "Why don't we find out? Let's make it a competition. See who's more magical in bed."

Alec bit his lip. "Challenge accepted. Let's see who's the most powerful in the bedroom."

Magnus yelped and giggled as Alec bit him playfully on the neck and pulled the bedsheets up over them. "You're on."