Murder Me Not

Till Death Do Us Part

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Walking into Magnus's mansion was the first breath of fresh air Alec had in months. The tight coil around his chest loosened, the knots falling away completely. Alec dropped his meager bag on the floor of the entryway, halting.

Magnus ran a finger along his arm. "Is everything alright?" he asked softly. Alec could hear the undercurrent of doubt in his voice.

Alec sighed, pulling Magnus into his arms. He rested his cheek on Magnus's head and Magnus grabbed his shirt. "I love you, Magnus," he breathed. "I'm so sorry for everything I've put you through."

"You're worth it, Alexander," Magnus said into Alec's chest. "You were healing, I can't fault you for that."

Alec tightened his grip. "Thank you."

Magnus chuckled and distanced himself enough to peer up at Alec. "You're welcome, darling."

***

Alec hesitated as Magnus slipped under the covers. He wasn't sure what to do, how to act. He wasn't sure if Magnus would ask him to stay.

He was terrified that Magnus would be too afraid of Alec. Bile rose in Alec's throat at the thought of what he had done. He could've killed him, if Jace hadn't been there.

Magnus rolled over, raising a brow. His face was clean of all makeup, his hair limp. "What?"

Alec leaned against the door frame, his arms crossed over his chest. He squeezed his biceps, trying to still the shaking of his hands. His hazel eyes flicked around the room, landing on the bathroom door.
Alec had ordered Magnus to lock himself in there... Magnus had collapsed into Alec's arms once the threat—which was actually just Ragnor—was taken care of. He had spent the night tucked close to Magnus. All he wanted was to feel that safety again.

He wouldn't feel it unless Magnus felt it. Alec was convinced that he didn't.

Magnus sat up, concern flashing across his beautifully tired face. He extended a hand. "Come here, darling." Alec frowned at him and he sighed, running his free hands through his hair. "Please."

Alec dropped his arms and approached cautiously, sitting on the opposite side of the bed. Magnus placed a gentle hand on his forearm. Alec cleared his throat. "I... I don't..." He sighed in irritation, unsure of what to say.

"I love you, Alexander," Magnus said simply. "And I will never push you if you aren't ready. But I also know that you are in a much better place than you were... I know you won't hurt me."

"You said that last time," Alec muttered, looking down at Magnus hand.

"Last time was a very long time ago," Magnus said with a chuckle. He raised his free hand to Alec's cheek, sweeping his thumb along his cheekbone.

Alec lifted a hand to cover Magnus's. "I've never done this before... not really," he admitted sheepishly. Magnus pursed his lips in confusion. Alec didn't give him a chance to ask, didn't give himself the chance to doubt what he was feeling.

He cupped Magnus's face, pressing their lips together hungrily. Alec shifted so that he was straddling Magnus's thighs. The older man made an approving sound in the back of his throat as Alec tugged on his hair, tilting his head upward.

"God, Alexander," Magnus gasped in between heavy kisses. Alec pressed himself even closer, his back curving. Magnus hands slid under Alec's tight black tee-shirt. Alec's breath hitched as Magnus's fingers skimmed the scar tissue on his lower back. Magnus pulled back abruptly and Alec bit his lower lip to stop his protests. "Alexander..." Magnus said slowly. "Are you sure this is what you want?" Alec nodded. Magnus lightly squeezed his biceps. "I need to hear you say it."