Malec- Fire Fiesta

Just edited the original and added a few lines, sorry

"Alec! Come on darling your piallas getting cold!" Magnus yelled from the kitchen.

Tonight he was dressed in a flamenco shirt and tight leather pants. The ruffles on the sleeves and neckline had made it uncomfortably difficult to maneuver around the kitchen, but he had managed it. After all, it was Spanish night. You got to look the part.

After having no reply he untied his polka dot apron and strutted barefoot down the hall. Alec had only moved in with him a couple weeks ago, just after Jocelyn and Luke's wedding, and he was already starting to notice very Alec-like traits appearing around the apartment. Socks on the floor, bedraggled sweaters across the dressers, knives and swords in the umbrella stand. Magnus chuckled. Just so Shadowhunter.

"Knock knock Sweetie!" He said outside the bedroom they shared. He heard a muffled reply coming from inside the ever-changing room. Magnus place his long spidery fingers against the cool door knob and turned it. He opened it up and peered around the corner. He gasped.

Alec was sitting on the bed, legs crossed with the notebook in his hands. He looked up from the scrawled pages at Magnus, tears falling from his face. "Alec what is it!" Magnus said, suddenly scared. What if Alec was upset at him? He knew he shouldn't of put in the bit about the time he met that mermaid. He could have kicked himself.

Instead Alec shocked him and said. "You poor poor man." Alec's eyes were wide open, and his lower lip was trembling a little.

Magnus hopped over to him and sat his, in Alec's view, rather fine behind down on the dark, starry duvet cover. The room today was all dark and galactic, the walls filled with pictures of planets and astronauts and stars. "What do you mean?"

He wrapped his arm around Alec's broad shoulders. Another shadow hunter trait; being muscled. Alec pressed his face into Magnus's shoulder, the tears soaking the front of his silk shirt. "Be careful there, this was very expensive silk. All the way from the exotic subcontinent of india." Magnus said, only half joking. He felt a shake against his shoulder as Alec laughed his adorable laugh.

"God i love you you know." Alec said, nuzzling into Magnus sandalwood scent.

"Maiṁ jānatā hūm̐, aura mērē mahaṅgā śarṭa utara jā'ēṁ." He replied.

"What does that mean?" Alec said, looking up at him with his big, gorgeous dark blue eyes.

"It means 'i know and get off my expensive shirt' in Hindi." Alec laughed again, the tears stopping. He leaned up and kissed Magnus on the point where his jaw met his neck. He breathed in Magnus. All Magnus and that was all that mattered.

"Mmn, if this is what i get whenever i write some story's down i should think about writing a sequel." Alec chuckled and moved up onto his cheekbones, kissing gently along his angular face to his ear. He nibbled his ear lobe playfully. "Maybe a trilogy." Alec looped his hand around the back of Magnus neck, pulling him closer.

Their lips finally connected, sending a buzz of static electricity through Magnus's spine. He rolled on top of Alec, his fingers threading into his silky black hair. It was now almost jaw length. "Hmm, you should get it cut." Magnus said between kisses.

"Shut up you beautiful man." Alec mumbled into Magnus's lips.

"Oh is that how it is?" Magnus's fingers skimmed the bare skin underneath Alec's shirt. He teased at the edges, pulling it up higher. Finally Alec took control, whipping it over his head and chucking it of the side if the bed.

"Ouch!" Magnus said, he had rolled onto something hard. He arched his back, pressing his body even closer to Alec's, reaching under the small of his back he pulled out the notebook. Magnus kissed it before saying. "You are like the wingman I never expected. Thankyou." He chuckled and tossed it over his shoulder carelessly. Alec hovered above him, a smirk in his face. His arms were framing Magnus's head, allowing Magnus a beautiful view of Alec's torso and alec an equally fine view of his face.