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Alec was missing something. But he wasn't sure what.
He knew from the reactions of those around him that he wasn't understanding some deeper meaning in his boyfriend's words, but for the life of him, he didn't know what that meaning was.
It had started about a month ago after Alec had been thrown against an alley wall by a Shax demon, his skull thudding against the red bricks. He had assured everyone that he was fine other than a roaring headache and a slight concussion that was already healing from the iratze his parabatai had activated. However, his ever-caring warlock had insisted on keeping him home the next day to monitor him and attend to his needs. Magnus had certainly kept his word and attended to ALL of his needs, the Shadowhunter thought with a grin.
That night, luckily not during the especially sexy portion of it, Magnus and Alec received a knock on their door. At that point, the two men were happily cuddled together on the couch, a movie flickering in the background as their lips lazily flickered against each other.
Alec had made a move to rise from his position above his warlock and investigate who was interrupting them, when two caramel hands suddenly fisted themselves in his faded t-shirt, pulling him back down. Before he could register what was happening, the world around him whirred and pair of hips suddenly pressed his own into the welcoming surface of the couch. The Shadowhunter opened his eyes to see yellow ones lovingly gazing back at him, his boyfriend in his lap. “Rest, my love. Don't you move,” the warlock whispered.
And, with a final press of lips, the older man reluctantly rose and made his way to the door.
He was not impressed when he opened it.
“Thank the Angel, you're clothed,” the blonde nuisance said, waltzing right through the door.
“Yes, 'thank the Angel,'” the warlock muttered, closing the door behind their unannounced guest before heading to reclaim a place by Alec's side. Said raven-haired boy began to rise into a sitting position to make space when a caramel hand spread across his chest and gently pressed it back down. For once, the injured man allowed himself to sink back into the couch, simply watching with a soft smile as his boyfriend created a space of his own, lifting the Shadowhunter's legs before bringing them to rest in his seated lap. Magnus sent the injured man a flash of yellow eyes as his ringed fingers stroked the glimpses of skin now in reach, mindlessly wandering under the loose hem around his ankles. Alec wasn't sure if it was the chill from the metal bands ghosting over his legs or the look the other man was giving him that sent soft shivers through his body, but he pulsed nonetheless. And he reveled in it.
Meanwhile, Jace had contentedly plopped himself down on the edge of the coffee table and faced his parabatai, ready to chat. After a moment of silence as the scene before him carried on, he wisely decided to start the conversation before the warlock's hand travelled too much further up his parabatai.
“Hey, man. I can't believe, after all of the things we've battled, it was almost a Shax demon to take you out of this world. How's your head?” the Shadowhunter had asked with an affectionate smirk.
Alec smiled back, opening his mouth to reassure his parabatai, but before he could even get a word out, his warlock chimed in.
“His head is wonderful, thanks for asking. He's quite talented. I had no idea you had such interest.”
Alec didn't quite know what Magnus meant, but he appreciated the compliment.
He also didn't know why Jace suddenly looked like he very much regretted visiting the loft that night and seemingly wished he would disintegrate where he sat. That was new.
And with that odd interaction, the blonde silently rose from his perch and exited the loft without a second glance or a single word.
The door clicked shut behind him.
“...What just happened?” the injured Shadowhunter finally asked from where he was still sunk into the couch, his face scrunched in confusion, his eyes squinting and widening as he tried to decipher the events that had just unfolded.
Magnus simply shrugged. “Blondie is too delicate. He'll recover. Now, where were we?” the warlock purred, leaning in with gleaming cat eyes and touching his lips to the Shadowhunter's once again. Alec could feel the magic humming through his warlock's body as it pressed against his own. The effect was intoxicating.
And with that, the odd scenario quickly exited the younger man's thoughts for something much more favorable...