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Mafeal: My Heart Is Yours And So Is My Body

Fandom: The Mortal Instruments

Ship: Maximus Lightwood-Bane/Raphael Lightwood-Bane

Tags: none

Rating: Mature

Theme song: Nightcore A Thousand Years

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Maximus Micheal Lightwood-Bane was an odd young man at the age of nine and ten. He'd recently turned this age on October 29th but honestly no one knew when his real birthday was since he was left on the steps of the shadowhunter academy steps when he was only eight mouths old. They couldn't quiet pin down when it was that he was born so they decided why not the spookiest time of the year? It was fine in the end as it turned out that hoilday was Max's favourite since he didn't have to play pretend with the mundanes. As his father called it, "making sure you're not burned alive." At that Max would grin and move on. He decided that at the age of ten he knew everything there was to know but oh how wrong he was.

Max was odd indeed. He had ivory horns that curled from the base of his navy blue forehead to just brushing the back of his scalp where his navy blue hair always looked ready to swallow anyone who touched it. He was tall, his height being 6,3. He was one inch taller than his father, the High Warlock of Brooklyn Magnus Bane, but he always added on the height of his huge horns to help the fact that he was a tall man. His skin was a beautiful shade of dark blue, like a stormy ocean.

His eyes were what people loved the most about the odd young man. They were the darkest shade of blue you'd ever seen, unlike his father Alexander Lightwood-Bane. His eyes were the lightest shade of blue you'd ever seen. Max's were dark and haunting like you could stare into them forever and still not feel like it was long enough.

Max's only fault was his deep love for his older brother Raphael. Now, he knew what you'd think, but no, they're adopted, so this wasn't that big of a deal. Now Raphael was much like their father Alexander. He had dark black hair and he was the same height, six feet. He had the prettiest shade of brown you'd ever seen for eyes, almost like a hazel colour. His skin had a caramel smoothness to it that practically begged for you to run your hands over the chest and stomach of the older boy.

Even though Max was adopted first, he was the youngest. Most people thought that was odd but it's his family and those people didn't have to live his life, he did, so he didn't pay them much mind.

Raphael was eldest and he loved to flaunt it but Max didn't mind, it was amusing to him. He loved his older brother so he allowed it.

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An angry sigh huffed out of Raf's mouth as he flopped like a dying fish into the chair that was closest to where the young warlock was working. Max raised a single navy blue eyebrow at his brother.

"Can I help you?" he said, trying not to let the amusement he felt enter his voice. Seeing Raf, his always calm and collected older brother, act like a drama king was so funny. Raf rolled his eyes and threw a middle finger and a glare his way, making it known to Max that he hadn't done such a great job of hiding the fact that he found this humorous. Raphael nodded anyways, shrugging before he spoke.

"I hate working in the New York institute, when are we going home?" He asked simply. Max shrugged. He honestly didn't know. Besides, he couldn't blame his brother. He missed working from home as well, instead of getting werid looks from the other young shadowhunters his age. Not that he was a shadowhunter, oh no. He'd much rather be the proud warlock man he was but it was still tiresome to be somewhere filled with stuffy shadowhunters that honestly needed to pay him to remove the stick that was shoved so far up there asses that you could see it in the emptiness behind their cold cow-like eyes.

Max knew he was being unfair but they were unfair to people too. He'd say stick it to the man but it looked like someone already had. Maximus looked over at his older brother and grinned. He'd always wondered what it felt like to be touched intimately by someone else. Why not Raf? He was bored...he was most certainly bored. So...why not? Max turned and walked towards Raphael, a smirk painted on his lips. He sat in his lap, kissing him hard. Raphael looked at him in shock. What the hell was happening?! He pushed his younger brother off.

"Max, what the hell?!" he said, wiping his lips. Max shrugged.

"You said you were bored, so do me." Raf just stared at him, glaring.

"Like hell I will." He made to get up but Max's magic held him down.

"Don't play stupid. I see how you look at me when I just finish showering and you know what? I do the same to you," he said, smirking at the noticeable tent in his boxers, "come on, say your piece before I screw you." Raphael couldn't make words slip past his mouth. He just looked like a very handsome fish out of water. Max honestly couldn't care less. He just magicked his and Raf's clothes away before taking in his prize. He loved how the runes blended into his brown tanned skin. He grinned.

"You are quite , beautiful. No wonder all the girls fall for you. But alas, they can no longer because you're mine now and no one else's." He grinned and Raf raised a eyebrow.

"Oh, so you can't flirt with Octavian anymore?" he knew he hit a nerve. The young navy blue warlock adored the other boy more than life itself. Octavian felt the same. Well, if changing your hair colour to match one's skin doesn't count as love then I don't know what would. After Max had started "courting" Tavvy, the younger boy went out and died his hair a blue colour to match Max's because he thought it would be pretty. The Lightwood-Bane boys had asked why he did so but Raf knew it was because he loved Max and wanted something similar to him to keep him company when they'd leave to return home.

Honestly, Max had been beyond thrilled. To the point where he'd go around and show everyone the picture of his hairdo. He did it so proudly and with love clear in his eyes. Raphael mused happily. No, he knew his younger brother wouldn't give that up. So he wasn't too worried. Max glared at him.

"What about him?" Raf grinned at the clueless boy in front of him.

"By the angel, Max, let me up. We both know I'm not your type." Max sighed, magicking their clothes back on and plopping down next to his brother.

"Besides, I think Mako is into me and you know how I love me some hot werewolf," he said playfully to his brother. Max rolled his eyes.

"Whatever you say." Raphael turned to look at him.

"No, but seriously. Max, you know I'm yours. Body and soul, right?" Max nodded.

"And I to you, Raphael, my brother." He hugged him tightly. He loved him beyond believe buuuuut maybe not like he loved Octavian Blackthorn. But you never know....

But...that's a story for another time.

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By the angel. D Oml I couldn't help myself. I ship Octavian and Max so badly idk but trust me you'll love Mako! He's super hot and totally your type but I do have a word limit that I give myself so I don't go super fucking crazy. It's around 1,300 words and sometimes I'll go over but it's rare. I loved how this turned out and I hope you did too!!!!!!!!!!

special thanks to my beta, an amazing woman!
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