Absolute, Total Honesty

[Magnus Bane]

Tag: Alec Lightwood

emotions

AREN'T BLACK AND WHITE

Ever since he and Alec had taken their relationship to the next level, there had been something weighing on Magnus' mind. He had spoken to Alec about vulnerability -- mainly right before they made love for the first time -- and now that their relationship was so solidified and reached heights unlike any other, Magnus' conscience could no longer carry the burden of guilt. He had once done something that Jace and Izzy asked of him, and Magnus still recalled the exact words he had said to them: that Alexander could never know it was he who took his stele.

He had been trying to win over Alexander at the time, seeing something inside of him. While Magnus still believed that neither Jace nor Isabelle would tell Alec, that was hardly the point. Magnus owed Alec honesty. Full disclosure. And for that reason . . . he needed to tell him tonight, no matter what the result. They had a date tonight and Magnus knew he could not put it off so intended to have the conversation with Alec before going out anywhere. A knock at the door alerted him to his partner's presence as Magnus went to open it, smiling as he stepped aside so that Alec could enter. "Right on time," he told him, closing the door and shifting closer to the other male.

[Alec Lightwood]

- LIGHTWOOD -

"When you can't make them see the light, make them feel the heat."

Alec couldn't help but grin. There was such an air of grace that swirled around Magnus in everything he did that simply opening the door was a work of art. It was just one of many things he found endearing about Magnus; that no matter what, he was always true to himself.  Alec stepped across the threshold into Magnus's loft, hooking his hand around the Warlock's waist reeling him in close and once their chests touched, Alec bent his neck to capture Magnus's lips with his own. 

"You know, punctuality is.... not my middle name but it is a trait I like to boast," He teased. Alec found it hard to believe the changes in himself that Magnus inspired. He finally felt free to just be who he was, not who he was expected to be. "What's on the agenda tonight? Prague? Berlin? Vienna?" Alec stole another soft kiss before awkwardly walking Magnus backwards into the room, not quite ready to let him go.

tag:  Magnus Bane

[Magnus Bane]

Tag: Alec Lightwood

emotions

AREN'T BLACK AND WHITE

There was something rather magnificent about Alexander Lightwood. Something that always left Magnus in awe, and create a warm sensation that coursed through his entire body whenever the other was near. He closed his eyes, body moving all too willingly towards Alexander, as he felt the softness of his lips against his, words belatedly registering in his mind but as they did, it brought a smile to the warlock's lips as he slowly opened his eyes. His head titled slightly upward to meet Alec's gaze.

"You have many such traits," Magnus teased flirtatiously, his words though spoken with honesty. His hands rested on Alec's shoulders before sliding down his upper arms and then casually resting his palms against Alec's chest. His smile grew a little at the shadowhunter's next words. "If you like, we can do all three," he suggested teasingly, his mind numbed to all else once more when Alec kissed him again. Each embrace always leaving him breathless; always drowning out the rest of the world.

It left him with the need for his lover; the need to be with him. To fully succumb to every sensation that assaulted his body in the most wonderful way. His feet moved back with ease, hands gliding over Alec's well formed chest and silently cursing the clothing that served as a barrier. By some miracle, Magnus remembered how he could not allow himself to be too lost in the sensations. Why he needed to regain his sensations.

He forced himself out of the kiss, letting his eyes linger shut for a few moments before slowly opening them once more, gazed focused on Alec's lips before meeting his eyes. His hands on the others shoulders as if to hold himself back from closing the distance between them again. And forgetting the need for his confession.

"But first . . . we need to talk."  Magnus briefly considered going for a drink to give him the liquid courage . . . but he also knew that he had to face this full on. His hand slid to Alec's as he led them to his couch, gently and silently urging the other to sit while he did the same, not letting go of Alexander's hand.