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Alec barely heard the clink of the curtain rails as they were pulled open before he was doused in sunlight. His eyes squinted at the brightness, and he quickly felt the need to hold up a hand so he could block it out.
When he looked over at the wine red coloured curtains, he could make out the figure of his boyfriend at the window, clearly being the villain who ruined his slumber.
He tried to blink the sleep from his eyes. He felt like he had just been splashed with water, having been woken up so quickly that he needed to take a minute to even think.
He could faintly hear the siren of a police car outside, not a rare occurrence in Brooklyn, given how crime-ridden the place was. There was constant demonic activity, and that wasn't including their type of demonic activity.
"Come on, pup. Time to rise and face the day." Came Magnus' smooth, collected voice, one he would normally love hearing in the morning.
But today? He frowned at even the idea of getting out of bed.
"Pup?" He questioned, the endearment not sitting right with him.
Well, nothing could beat the richness of Magnus calling him "Alexander" in his opinion. It was the best pet name in his books, despite several people's opinions about a full name not counting as a pet name. It was him getting called it, so those opinions didn't matter anyway.
"Alexander" was the one. "Pup" was far too corny for his liking, and he could practically feel the goosebumps of cringe appearing at it.
"Panda?" Magnus switched it with, to which he frowned even more.
That was even worse.
"No." He answered without skipping a beat. He groggily opened his eyes more, following Magnus with them as he half-sat up. When his boyfriend walked out the room, he fell back down to the bed tiredly.
"Why's it so early?" He complained, his tone clearly conveying his disapproval of being woken up at this time of the day.
The sunlight was an amber colour, and the way it reflected onto the golden bedsheets proved it was nowhere near afternoon yet. The sun would've been high in the sky, and the light far less concentrated than this.
He loved Magnus, he did. But he couldn't bear his early-starts to save his life.
He turned over, shifting his legs to turn away from the light and go back to sleep. He pulled the covers just under his ribs, letting his head drop to his pillow again.
"Oh. With everything going on, sleep has been a bit of a struggle." He heard being replied. The tone of Magnus' voice was as nonchalant as ever. It wasn't a surprise, since his boyfriend always had an answer for everything, and had a knack for making things seem less serious than they actually were.
When he heard footsteps back, he peered back. Magnus was wearing black jeans and a red shirt with the sleeves pulled up to his elbows. It looked good, yes, but he couldn't help but squint again and question, "Why are you dressed?"
Magnus normally wore a silk robe in the morning, with his hair down now that they were completely comfortable in their relationship. Yet at the moment, it was spiked with gel and clearly done up with the intention of going somewhere.
He sat up in bed, noting that Magnus had his eyeliner on, a little detail of his daily routine that had been made ten times harder by the loss of his magic. But, they were his, quote on quote 'stripes'.
"Oh, I had to get up to go to the farmer's market before dawn to get the ingredients for our breakfast." Magnus replied.
"Which is admittedly far from perfect." His words were unusual and sounded exaggerated enough for them to even sound sarcastic, but the seriousness on his face told Alec that he had indeed gone to do that.
He looked down at the tray the other had set down on the bed, and picked up something from the plate. He examined it curiously, trying to figure out whether it was a muffin, scone, cake or something else.
"Do you know how many oranges are required to make a glass of orange juice?" Magnus asked rhetorically. He picked up the half empty cup, looking at it with a little frown and a nod, accepting that it hadn't gone exactly how he'd wanted.
"More than I bought." This magic-free life was a work in progress, it seemed.
Alec set the piece of food back down onto its plate, smiling to show he was listening to Magnus' rambling.
"I used to have magic for all these little errands." Magnus put the glass back down. "But I have to admit. There is a certain charm in doing things the mundane way."
Alec looked up at him with the same small grin on his face, still a bit sleepy. "Is today a special occasion?" He asked, not oblivious to the red rose in the mini vase accompanying the food. Breakfast in bed was certainly something that had to have a purpose behind it.
Without skipping a beat, Magnus sat down on the bed and began to answer. "It's your day off." He looked into Alec's eyes, then down at the tray as he slid it closer to him. "And I wanna make the most of it."
Alec looked at him with a pout, untrusting until he saw the genuine smile on Magnus' face, one that held so much innocence, almost as if seeking approval. He looked down at it, nodding his head then looking back at him. "That's actually really sweet."
Magnus smiled wider. "Mhm, I thought so." He did a little, cute shrug.
Alec put a hand out on the bed, leaning in for a kiss. He let his head fall dejectedly when Magnus gave him nothing more than a mere peck, and an ultra short one at that.
"Drink up. Time for morning exercise." Magnus instead told him, handing the darn half full glass of orange juice over to him.
Alec took it, the unimpressed look from before settling on his face once again.
If Magnus had woken him up this early on his day off, there was surely no harm in them staying in bed all day. Isn't that what free time was for? He couldn't confirm that it would be strictly lazing around. But how better would the day would be if they just... you know... started off the day with a bang.
Between Magnus coping without his magic, and the flurry of paperwork that The Clave had assigned Alec, they hadn't really had much time to themselves. There was always a new mission to go on, or new files to go through or something.
He thought it'd be nice to get some much needed quality time, and let some of the stress go. What better way than rolling around in the sheets?
That being said, he liked spending the day with his boyfriend outside of the sheets as much as in them. So he stared at the glass, deciding he wasn't going to comment on the ruining of the mood.
He tried not to let the short lived moment of frustration get to him and instead decided to do what his boyfriend had asked of him - getting ready for their personal training session.
"Look alive." Alec threw a sparring staff to Magnus, trusting him to catch it.
Magnus did, and he began to walk backwards. "So authoritative." He remarked, definitely not checking Alec out.
He looked him up and down, eyes looking over the black runes dancing up and down his pale skin. Sadly, Alec had on a grey shirt, obstructing his view of the rest of them, stamina and strength to name a few. But at least that gorgeous deflect rune was always visible.
As for the rest of his clothes, he had a pair of black pants on, accompanied by black boots, a very Alec outfit. All in all, he could tell it was chosen from the "go-to, default, can't go wrong with" section of Alec's wardrobe.
But the monotone theme looked amazing on him.
Always did.
"I like seeing you in your Shadowhunter Mode." He made his voice deep for the last two words, tapping into his mischievous side. At the same time, he playfully thrust his staff forward at Alec, raising his eyebrows and looking at him in the eyes.
Alec hesitated a second or two, in which he definitely wasn't thinking how good Magnus looked.
Who was he kidding?
His boyfriend looked like a damn meal, enough to match the beautiful breakfast he'd had before this. He was emitting confidence by the truckload, without even trying.
He was wearing very put-together attire, all black and all tight. The vest did a bad job of covering his muscles - pecs and biceps alike. He could see his abs through the thin material, and the rest of his body strained against it in the same way.
He had a pair of finger gloves on, and the way he had pulled them on those long, thin fingers a minute ago was still engraved in Alec's head. He hadn't looked close enough yet to see if Magnus was wearing his usual black nail polish, but either way... those hands, leading up to those arms of his.
His biceps were just one of the things that he could ogle at all day. He could even imagine, after the amount of experience he'd had, running the tips of his fingers over the little crevices of the muscle.
Magnus' skin was always so smooth. Speaking of, in the green tinted light of the room, it was a lovely olive colour, and the change from his usual layered shirts and coats to these skimpier tops was affecting Alec more than he would admit.
Even his face, for goodness sake. That eyeliner he had noticed earlier on was still there, shaping his chocolate coloured eyes in the best way possible.
Magnus had also recently been keeping a small beard, an addition to his appearance that Alec wouldn't have guessed he'd like so much. But he did, and he was totally not imagining that same stubble against his skin.
Okay, that was enough. He actually wanted this to be useful for Magnus. He disguised all of these thoughts well, thankfully, and drew himself out of them as quick as he delved into them.
He used his own staff to hit at Magnus', easily batting it away. "Don't flirt with me." He warned, dismissing Magnus' subtle teasing. It wasn't even full blown flirting, but somehow Magnus had the ability to make even the simplest thing sexy.
His voice came out breathier than he had intended, but the words still stood firm.
Today wasn't the day for playing about. Not when he was already half frustrated from this morning, and not when he was trying his hardest at the moment not to jump Magnus' bones.
They were training, nothing more. Maybe the more he said it, the more he'd believe it.
"Lower your centre." He instructed with a head tilt, motioning for his boyfriend to move back and fix his posture. He stepped forward himself, crouching a tad and leaning on his left leg, the normal stance he assumed when he was fighting.
Magnus followed suit, getting into position.
The tension was certainly there.
Light poured in from the window behind Alec, so bright that it made the candles at the sides of the room seem measly in comparison. The same applied to the warm-toned lanterns hanging from the ceiling and the smaller lit up rune symbols dotted around.
Intricate stone and stained glass adorned the walls and ceiling, an onslaught of reds, blues and yellows among other colours.
The room's architecture consisted of high arches and two tall rows of pillars, all with the same level of intricacy, much like the entire Institute. It was decades old, and the simple beauty of the abstract patterns, designed so long ago, was magnificent. The white marble statues did nothing but add to the room's classical feel.
The pull-out and drop-down counters of weapons and screens had been tucked away. The equipment had been pushed to the corners, leaving the wide center space on the tiled floor completely free.
Alec had booked the whole training room, meaning the tall, mahogany doors were shut around them, and there was no sound except their own voices and footsteps.
It was just them.
Looking at Magnus, Alec took a deep breath and waited a split second, until he knew they were both equally ready. Time to begin. He surged forward, hitting his staff at least five times in different directions, in quick succession.
Magnus backed up while he blocked them all, having to do a little spin to stop the sixth. His gloved hands switched their grip on the stick to deflect the next three strikes. Their staffs ended up being in a T-shape, crossed over in a moment-long stalemate.
"Little less rusty than I thought." He commented, proud of himself.
With the added confidence, he hit the edge of Alec's staff down and struck it against the floor again and again until he had backed off. His moves resembled a hockey game, but even he was unsure where this sudden competitive streak had arisen from within him. Unknown to him was that it wasn't the only thing becoming aroused.
Alec moved back, catching sight of Magnus' focused face for barely a second before he had to block a trio of strikes, at alternating sides then up top.
Magnus span around with fluidity, his dormant fighting talents clearly having been brought out.
He was a centuries old warlock. Of course he had tricks and skills up his sleeves. Well, he had no sleeves on at the moment, so maybe a better phrase would be 'at his fingertips'.
He lifted his leg, blocking a crouched and spinning Alec's attack at his thigh. At the same time, he did a 360 of his own, grabbing his staff and pointing it forward at Alec.
The other currently had his weapon behind him, quickly recognising that Magnus had put him in a vulnerable place; he was in a squatted position with the staff right in front of his face.
"Tell me you're not just a little bit impressed." Magnus gloated, low-key trying to bait Alec.
Alec looked up at him, feeling his pants tighten, both at the position he was in (a very familiar one, considering he was on his knees right now), and at the way Magnus had done that so smoothly. He was impressed, alright.
That was a move he hadn't expected from Magnus. It wasn't that he didn't think highly of him or anything, but he wasn't used to seeing his skills so prominent and up close.
Being trained in combat since he was young, he could see that Magnus had some real talent. He had to stop going easy on him, it seemed.
Not wanting to boost his boyfriend's ego more than needed, he cut the (sexually tensed) moment of staring short. He reached and grabbed the end of Magnus' stick, pulling it and him along with it. With his right hand, he swung his own staff at Magnus' legs again, taking advantage of how the other had gotten distracted.
Even with his distraction, Magnus jumped in time to miss getting hit in the shins and tripped up. But, he had lost the advantage already. He twisted around to fix his grip on the stick, but to no avail.
Alec still had that strong archer hand wrapped around it. As he stood up and tugged it again, Magnus' gloved hand fell short, dropping to the floor instead.
With a roll of his shoulders, Alec turned and slid the two staffs away on the floor, the sound of the wood loud in the emptiness of the space around them.
Boyfriend or not, he couldn't let Magnus win.
"Those would have been your last words." He chastised with no real venom in his voice.
In the meantime, Magnus stood up and assumed his position again. "Not necessarily." He stepped forward and threw two punches at Alec's face, waiting for him to dodge so he could elbow him with the other arm.
Right in the ribs too.
Alec recoiled with a quiet groan and stepped back, taking a second to stand up straight again after the hit to his chest. It was then that he came to the conclusion that he couldn't take it easy on Magnus, or he'd be the one ending up hurt, a thought he was unsure how to feel about.
He watched, body pumping with adrenaline as his boyfriend did a twirl, mocking him clearly.
Said boyfriend even did a little hum and skip. He was acting like this training session was no different from the little dances he did when he was completing day-to-day tasks, like cooking or making potions.
He was a really good dancer and he knew it. His body just had a natural flow and grace, which fed into every small movement of his. With that in mind, he then got into the correct stance again. With a "come at me" motion, he prepared for the next offence that he knew the other was dying to carry out.
Fist fighting always got his boyfriend's blood boiling. His eyes widened when Alec lunged forward with a, what could best be described as a competitive, determined growl.
He easily ducked under the arm and instead used his feet to sweep Alec off of his, a counter attack he'd just been waiting to use. It worked, to say the least. He now had Alec between his legs and his arm locked around his head.
"Oh I forgot to tell you." He breathed out, a little smug smile on his lips. "I trained with Grand Master Mitsuyo Maeda."
Alec tried to pull down his bicep from around his neck, panting to get air down and fill his lungs. "Is that where you got your black belt in name dropping?"
"Low blow." Magnus frowned, a look of mock offence making its way onto his face. As revenge for that comment, he swiveled them around, weighing Alec's legs down with his own so he couldn't get up. His hand outstretched one of Alec's arms while the other pushed his cheek onto the floor.
"You deserved it." Alec's unfazed reply came.
Magnus did a little head tilt in acknowledgement, one which cost him when Alec pushed his side up and managed to get them to turn.
They rolled around on the floor until they were in a criss-cross position of sorts, Magnus' leg over his boyfriend's shoulder, preventing him from getting up while Alec had his hands around Magnus' other leg. They were just a mess of limbs, tangled like vines.
"I didn't know this was supposed to be a competition." Alec huffed, jaw clenched.
"Oh. Am I supposed to just let you win?" Magnus asked, raising an eyebrow and lifting up from the ground to look at his face. He knew full well that that his unapologetic teasing would only rile Alec up more.
At that, he let go just about enough for Alec to scramble free. He quickly got back on his feet, leaving Magnus to gracefully stand, light on his toes, as always.
They circled each other again. Magnus held out a hand, which Alec hit with his own, showing the next round was ready to be started.
"We're supposed to be working." Alec explained with a huff, using his hand to convey that what they were doing now definitely wasn't what he had in mind when he offered to train with Magnus.
Their movements being aligned and at the same pace somehow was acting as a rough version of foreplay, and he was ready to make the next move.
At this point, he knew they were just trying to overpower each other, simultaneously getting under each other's skin.
God, speaking of skin, he needed theirs to be pressed together, maybe without the layers of clothes...
He should've really expected this. After all, he was more than well acquainted with Magnus' love for showing off, and getting him flustered. Like he said, he knew how they were. But unlike normal, he wasn't flustered. He was this close to pinning Magnus against that pillar and taking him right there.
Magnus' eyes shone with amusement. "Oh, you're so cute when you're serious." He teased while they circled each other again, like the flamboyant flirt he was. He knew Alec was just pretending to hate the way they were messing around, and the way he was pulling off all these moves.
He knew things like this (training, hand-to-hand combat) got his boyfriend going. It was evident from the many times Alec came home from a mission only to drag him in the shower alongside him.
Right now, he could see the way Alec's chest was rising and falling with deep breaths. What he didn't see coming was Alec turning to him and scoffing slightly.
"Oh, I told you not to flirt with me." Alec breathed out with a humorless smile, voice already hoarse from the exertion of their training. He shook his head slightly as if to say 'don't blame me for what I'm about to do'.
He was no longer this close to pinning Magnus against that pillar. He was already there.
To be honest, he was unsure how they had even reached this far, especially since Magnus' antics had gotten progressively worse, to a level where they couldn't even be called simple antics anymore. He was blatantly asking for it.
Enough was enough. He'd been the victim of Magnus' teasing for the past year, and knew how to deal with it.
There was a change of atmosphere, made clear by the way Alec was staring the other down.
Magnus found himself backing up as Alec strode straight over to him. He held up a hand cautiously, not knowing exactly what the other was doing.
Were they carrying on their training?
His question was very quickly answered when Alec pushed at his chest and walked them back until he was against the stone column. There wasn't even the chance to reply before his boyfriend had ducked his head and captured his lips, for a fast-paced kiss at that.
Fuck.
He got butterflies in his stomach, something he still wasn't used to. It baffled him just how many things Alec was his 'first' for.
He had never been one to get flustered, or needy, but here he was, melting against the stone with his boyfriend pressed to his front. It had taken maybe five minutes of training for them to get like this.
His thoughts were scrambled.
The way Alec had just pinned him to the makeshift wall, taking what he wanted from him without asking... Damn. That was the only word suitable, and the only one that expressed what he felt. He immediately lifted his hand to Alec's neck, kissing back and letting himself be caught up in it. He wasn't in control of it, but who was he to complain?
He loved how confident the other was in taking the lead, something that had been a work in progress since they got together.
Alec had been an innocent, shy, even clueless one.
Even just the idea of his angel, his perfect Shadowhunter getting turned on by their training had the notch to his own arousal twisted right to full. It was too much. He could just about process that Alec had been worked up all day and he'd just made him snap with all his taunting.
He felt Alec's hands slide down from his chest to his waist, holding him there as he grinded into him. A heavy breath left him at the tell-tale signs of his boyfriend's cock hardening. He could feel him through his pants, and a muffled moan left him because he knew... He knew what was under the walls of material. His boyfriend wasn't tall for nothing.
Alec tilted his head into the kiss, moving his hands where he saw fit. His breath had remained heavy since they had been at it with their staffs.
He panted into Magnus' mouth, letting him know that this training session was only going to end one way...
Fucking. Sex.
Bed? Wall? Desk? He didn't care; he just needed Magnus. He wasn't about to leave it at this one kiss.
Magnus found it difficult to keep up as Alec mouthed at him and rocked their hips together at the same time. A surge of heat went straight down to his crotch at the dominance pouring off him.
It reminded him of Alec's wedding, where he had just strode straight down the aisle and done the least expected thing - kissing the actual fuck out of him in front of his family and half the institute.
His Shadowhunter was a bold one, alright.
And just like their first kiss, he was left chasing Alec's lips, wanting more. The good thing was how readily Alec complied, giving him as much as he wanted.
He had never got over how quickly his air could be stolen from him, knocked out of his lungs before he could even realise.
He moved his hand down, pulling at the neckline of his t-shirt before realising he'd have to take the damn thing off from the bottom.
A painfully obvious fact, but somehow not easy to remember when a six foot block of sexy was all over him. Before he could even lift it past his parabatai rune, Alec had shrugged off his arms and pulled away. He looked at him with a look of third confusion, third disappointment, third frustration.
Alec swiveled his head to look around the room, noting that they were alone. But it was still too open, and not to mention the 24/7 surveillance running here.
He couldn't just forget the fact that they weren't behind closed doors yet. He held a finger up, turning it along with his head. His eyes bore into Magnus', pupils dilated.
"Hold that thought." He panted in explanation. "Bedroom."
He began to walk out the room, intending to go to their newly planned destination. He already knew the other would follow right away.
Magnus had been looking at him with wide eyes, head turned so his ear was facing him, eager to hear what he was suggesting they do. He had hoped Alec wouldn't just leave it like this. Thankfully, he had no reason to be worried.
The four words in reply were the perfect response in his books, all he could want and more.
Alec had that kind of effect on him, and he wasn't even mad about it. As he watched him leave, he looked around the room. The promise of carrying on snapped him out of the daze he was in.
With an indifferent look, be pulled down his shirt that had ridden up, humming as he acted cool and strolled after him. A few steps in and he thought 'fuck it' and started a run.
He was dying to see what Alec had in store for his day off now...