Misunderstood

Okay here is he last part for this story (I am sorry it took so long but life got in the way ^^). Thank you for your comments, they always make me sooo happy. I hope you enjoy the last part. Merry Christmas to all of you and may we all have a great healthy new year 2017 (with a lot of Malec in the show ^^)

Chapter 4

It took Alec not as long as he hoped to get to Brooklyn. Getting out of the institute had not been a problem. Luckily.

So sooner than later the young Shadowhunter found himself standing before the loft of his boyfriend – ex-boyfriend? He did not even want to think that word.

Preparing himself for the worst outcome possible, the Shadowhunter set one foot in front of the other getting closer to the one person that could destroy his heart or heal it.

Alec tried to tell himself that he would be fine no matter the outcome. He was fine before he knew Magnus, he was fine before the warlock started to pay attention to him. He was fine before he fell in love with the warlock, he was find before he was loved by the warlock. He would be fine again if all that crumbled to ashes. He would be, because he simply would not have another choice.

He would go back to how he was. Be a good son, a good soldier, a brother that was protecting his siblings, his brother and sister and very likely Clary, too. He would help Max when he started training and he would protect him with his life, too. It was all he was good for anyway. Keeping his siblings safe. They were all he needed, they were all he would be going to have.

With a heavy heart the Shadowhunter continued walking into the building.

He did not have to knock, when he stood before the doors they opened on their own. So he was still allowed into the loft. But on the other hand Magnus was awaiting him.

Stepping through the doors Alec eyes the loft with guarded eyes. He did not hear a sound, nor did he see Magnus.

"Magnus?" It sounded careful.

"In the kitchen. I will be right there." He had not told Alec to come in, not directly. So Alec remained at the entrance, arms behind his back, hands clasping each other, needing something to hold onto, even if it would be his own hands from now on. Alec tried to mask his face into a nonchalant expression. But he was not sure it he succeeded.

He stood there, like a statue, waiting for the inevitable. The way out of the loft and out of the warlocks' life would be shorter if he stayed at the entrance. His escape not so far away. If Magnus really was going to end this, he was not sure how long he would be able to keep a calm face, how long he would be able to fight of the tears that were just waiting behind his eyelids.

Slowly it became harder to breath the longer he stood there, waiting. And then finally, Magnus came into the room. When Alec saw him it was like every time, he could feel his heart beating faster and him losing the ability to breathe properly. He had to get himself together. Those symptoms were not helping him in this situation.

When Magnus laid eyes on his Shadowhunter, he wanted to hit himself. It was not hard for him to see what the Shadowhunter was thinking, was fearing would happen. He was sure Alec tried to appear calm but he could see the messy hair, messier than ever. His eyes were tired, glassy. And the girls were right he had big dark bags under his eyes. His jaw was set, teeth pressing together, arms behind his back. Like a soldier who knew that he was to receive a destroying message but waiting patiently for the inevitable.

It broke Magnus heart. And everything he thought he would say to Alexander was lost to him. It was clear for everyone to see that this young man had not been taking care of himself, but Magnus would redeem that. He would take care of this gentle creature now and he would do it right.

He knew Alexander was not good with words, so Magnus decided to let action speak for him instead of words. With his eyes as gentle as he could muster, the warlock slowly raised his arms, opening them wide, a clear invitation for the Shadowhunter to come to him.

He could see how Alec's eyes grew wide, how a slight shudder was racking through his body, his lips trembling visibly.

It was as if his angel was frozen solid. Magnus knew he had to proceed with caution.

Putting all the love he had for this wonderful man into his voice Magnus called out to him.

"Come to me, my love."

And this seemed to do the trick. So fast that Magnus did barely see him, Alec crossed the space between them and the next thing he knew, Alec was in his arms. His face was pressed into Magnus neck, his arms came around him, holding onto him for dear life. He felt something wet on his skin and realized that Alexander was crying. He felt the others legs starting to tremble, as if barely able to hold himself upright and Magnus hugged him closer to his body.

He kissed Alec's temple, the only place he could reach.

"I am so sorry, Alexander. I am so sorry. I never meant to hurt you so. Please forgive me."

The words were only a whisper, but Magnus knew that Alec could hear him.

And when he told him "I missed you so much" he heard the first sob as it wracked out of Alec's body, his legs giving out under him.

It had been too much. All the pressure, Jace missing, their weak parabatei-bond, the fear of losing Magnus. And now the relief he felt when he realized that he got to keep this, keep Magnus. The warlock was not going to break up with him, he was not cutting ties with him. He still wanted him, still loved him. It was too much. All the anger, the frustration and the fear were bubbling out of Alec like a deluge.

Alec did not know how they ended up on the couch, him still in Magnus arms that held him tight, caging him inside their warmth and protecting him from the cold and bitter world outside. Magnus held him through his emotional rollercoaster. He was moving his hands over Alec's back in calming motions. Switching from whispering sweet nothings in his ear and kissing his head and temple. It calmed the Shadowhunter more than he thought. And soon he was not trembling any more, the tears ebbed away, his breathing going back to regular deep breaths inhaling Magnus intoxicating scent.

He felt Magnus scent pulling him under. He was so damn tired, crying was exhausting he remembered now. Good thing he barely did it. Alec fought for his eyes to stay open, but as Magnus continued to gently stroke his back, the Shadowhunter could do nothing to keep himself awake.

When Magnus heard Alec's breathe even out, he looked down at the young man. Realizing that he fell asleep a smile appeared on the warlocks face. He was not disappointed that Alec had fallen asleep on him, he had been wondering when Alec's body would take what it needed. He was just glad that it did it in his arms. Shifting slowly so he would not wake his sleeping angel, Magnus repositioned himself on the couch, lying down while guiding Alec's body half above him. He continued to stroke those silky dark locks when he felt Alec's arms tightening around his waist, keeping him from moving away.

It was a good thing Magnus cooked something that could be warmed up in the oven again. Because the last thing he wanted to do was wake the sleeping angle up. He needed the sleep and he would give Alec anything he needed.

When Alec felt himself slowly come back to the world of the conscious, the first thing he realized was that he was not in his bed, and that he slept extremely well compared to the last nights. He also did not have one of his nightmares which was a little win. He realized that he was holding onto someone, and that this someone was holding onto him in return. Taking a deep breath, Alec immediately recognized Magnus scent, calming him to the core. Wait? Magnus?!

Sucking in a sharp breath, Alec startled up. Only to find the warlock smiling down, well now up at him.

"Well hello darling. Welcome back from the land of dreams. How do you feel?"

He did not sound accusingly at all. Although Alec just slept the angel knows how long on his chest.

"I um … I was … I am …" Not knowing what to say, the Shadowhunter could feel the bush spreading over his cheeks, still staring down at the warlock that was still in his arms.

"Relax." The other breathed, moving his hands behind Alec neck to guide him closer to him.

And then Magnus was leaning up to meet Alec, showering him in sweet, loving, gentle kisses.

The first was on his forehead, which caused Alec to close his eyes, enjoin the feeling. The next kiss was placed on his left eye, followed by a kiss on the right eye. He felt Magnus continue on his cheeks, left than right. A kiss to his nose, a kiss on his chin, a kiss on the corner of his mouth – left than right. It left Alec panting, the want to feel those lips against his own growing overwhelmingly strong.

He felt Magnus speak against his parted lips.

"Alexander."

And finally he felt those soft lips against his own, Magnus tongue sliding into his mouth, kissing him deeply.

All Alec could do was moan, letting himself be dragged down so that he was laying flush against the warlock again. They kissed without haste but deep and exploring. Only separating for a second or two before one or the other was covering the others lips with their own again.

When Alec felt so dizzy with happiness that he thought that he would pass out again, he separated from Magnus lips to lay his head on the warlocks shoulder.

"I made dinner for us. You need to eat, regain your strength. Just say it and I will warm it up for us to enjoy."

He felt the Shadowhunter nod against his neck.

"We still need to talk." It was a statement, not a question. Although Alec was not in the mood to talk, he knew that they had to.

"I am sorry you heard what I said to Clary. I can assure you that statement did not include you. Whatever one of your fellow Nephilim is doing to drag my wrath towards them, I will always want to see you. Never forget that."

Another kiss to his temple.

"I am sorry, too. I shouldn't have canceled out plans. I should have asked you what happened. I still need to know what made you this angry. I am sorry I will act better next time."

This got him a low chuckle from the warlock.

"Let's hope that we will not get caught in such a situation again in the next time."

Again he felt Alexander nod. Magnus wanted to say something more, but just in that moment Alec's stomach decided to make himself know.

The Shadowhunter whined embarrassed into Magnus skin, while the warlock could not hold back a happy chuckle.

"Let's eat first, then we will talk some more. Get this misunderstanding out of our systems. And maybe you can stay for dessert and a drink?" Magnus asked hopeful.

And there was nothing Alec wanted more than that right now.

And that's it. The end. If you liked it I would be very happy to hear your comments. Not even 2 weeks until Shadowhunters starts *counting the days*