A Malec Story

Chapter 10: Fifth meet

Alec

Alec pressed the buzzer of Magnus's apartment. He had texted the warlock when he boarded the train, so he knew Alec was coming. The door clicked open and Alec bounced up the stairs, in a hurry to get there. Magnus was standing in the doorway, leaning against the post. He smiled at Alec, and Alec couldn't help but think the warlock was beautiful. He was taller than Alec, which almost never happened. He had high cheekbones, a strong jaw line and his cat pupiled eyes where slightly lilted. A sign of an Asian heritage. His black hair was straight and styled in a messy boyish way. He looked about nineteen years old, even though Alec knew he must be at least three hundred years old. Talk about an age difference, he mused.

He gave Magnus a big smile back and Magnus's smile turned into a grin. Alec thought back at that day when Magnus had healed him from a demonic wound. He remembered little of that night, but one thing he remembered was Magnus holding his hand and telling him that he was beautiful. It was a strange sensation, for someone to say such a thing to him. And he had liked it more than he thought he would.

"I have coffee," Magnus announced, as he turned around and walked back into the house.

"Stolen coffee, I assume," Alec muttered. Magnus laughed while closing the door, "I can see it bothers you." He mocked and held out a hand. Alec stared at it, not quite understanding.

"My shirt," Magnus said, "You said you'd bring it."

By the Angel, Alec thought, he had forgotten the shirt. The one official reason he was there. Magnus saw the expression in his face and laughed again. He sure was chirpy this morning. "You forgot the shirt! Don't worry, Alec, you don't need fake reasons to come here. If you say it's because you want to see me, that's reason enough."

"I don't " Alec stammered, "I mean, I do want to see you. But I didn't mean to forget it."

"Where is it?" Magnus asked.

"It's in my room, at the Institute," Alec answered. Magnus's cat eyes narrowed, "Is it in your bed, did you sleep with it?" He teased. Alec's eyes widened with horror. "No!" He said, indignant. "It's... uhm." He felt the heat flush his cheeks, realizing that the shirt was in his bed, actually. "It's in my bed," he whispered.

Magnus's eyes softened and he reached a hand out, putting it on Alec's arm. "Don't worry about it. I'll get it back and it'll smell all Aleccy. I'll love that."

"Aleccy?" Alec asked, but he smiled at Magnus now. "But should I go back and get it?"

"Of course not, you're here now. I'm not letting you go. Here," Magnus was holding two cups of coffee that weren't there a second ago, and gave one of them to Alec. "You know I've been in your bedroom before, I can get it like this." Magnus snapped with his fingers and the next moment he was holding a gray t-shirt in his hand. It was Alec's. He had slept in that shirt last night and left it under his pillow.

"This is the wrong one," Magnus said and Alec laughed, while sitting down on the sofa, sipping his coffee.

"What?" Magnus said, "Did you lie about it being on your bed?"

"No, it's there. It's just, this one was there, too." Alec smiled. Magnus pressed the shirt against his face and inhaled. "Oh well," he said, "This one smells Aleccy, too. I'll keep this one." He sat down next to Alec and put the shirt aside.

"So, how was your day, yesterday? Did you do some demon hunting?" He inquired.

"I did, actually," Alec said. "Last night Jace wanted to track one down in Central Park. I was glad it was only the one this time. Sometimes it takes us all night. You know, they usually only come out at night."