The insistent sound of the buzzer pulled Magnus violently out of a deep sleep, dispersing his dream of a pair of beautiful blue eyes.

"What the…?" He muttered annoyed and scrambled blindly, his eyes still closed, to grab his phone from the nightstand. He slowly opened his eyes to check the time on the screen, only to realize that the device was dead.

Meanwhile the buzzer kept ringing and Magnus got up to get it, huffing in annoyance. "COMING!" He yelled, padding towards the door barefoot. On his way there, he paused to check the kitchen clock, realizing it was 4 in the morning. "Someone better be dyi-" He mumbled, swinging the door open, too sleepy to add enough venom to his voice. His words died, and his sleepy cat-eyes widened though, once he registered the sight in front of him.

"Alexander?"

His favorite Nephilim was standing before him, his blue eyes wide and terrified, staring at him. "Alec, what's wrong? Are you hurt?" Magnus asked panicking, fully awake now, and took a step towards the boy. His clothes were soaked by the storm raging outside, and he was shivering. If he wasn't so worried about the Shadowhunter's state, Magnus would really appreciate the way the dark clothes clung to his lithe, toned body, outlining it, but now was really not the time.

Alec stared at the Warlock suddenly appearing in front of him. His dark hair was messy and he was only wearing a silk robe, that was slipping off his shoulders, revealing his caramel skin. Even clearly just woken up he was flawless, beautiful, and more importantly; very much alive.

"I…" The boy said out of breath and Magnus instantly got even more worried. It took a lot to make a Shadowhunter lose his breath. Whatever could make his Nephilim run that fast? "You…" Alec went on. "Thank Raziel you're okay…" He sighed, some of the tension leaving him.

"Me? What are you talking about sweetheart?" Magnus asked softly, taking a step closer to his lover.

Alec surprised him by swiftly closing the distance between them and wrapping his arms around his neck. "I… I saw you…" He whispered drawing a shaky breath. "There was a battle. So many people… I was looking for you but I couldn't find you… And then I saw you. Far away. So far away. I ran to you. I ran and ran but I couldn't… I couldn't reach you in time… I wasn't… I failed you…"

His voice broke and he held him tighter, hiding his face in his neck, inhaling the familiar scent he loved so much, of sandalwood and burned sugar and Magnus.

"Hey…" Magnus soothed hugging him back tightly, rubbing circles into his back as the boy struggled to breathe. "Hush… I'm here… It's okay… I'm alive. It was just a nightmare. It's over now."

"I tried calling you and your phone was dead…" Alec muttered, shivering violently. "And I panicked. I had to make sure it was just a dream, that you were safe. So I ran. All the way here. And… and… thank the Angel Mags…" He muttered, clinging to him desperately. "If anything were to happen to you…"

Magnus kissed his wet hair. "Shh… I'm fine baby… Calm down… It's okay… I'm okay."

Alec nodded, melting into his embrace, still not letting go. A soft draft came from the stairs where they were still standing and another shiver ran through his body.

Magnus pulled him inside gently. "Come on darling…" He crooned. "You're going to catch a cold… Let's get you out of these clothes…"

The boy jolted, realizing just then he'd been clinging to Magnus soaking him too. "I'm sorry, I got you drenched too." He apologized, trying to pull away from him, but the Warlock didn't allow it, tightening his arms around his slender frame.

"I never said I minded." Magnus whispered in his ear making him shiver once more, but this time not from the cold. The Warlock smiled leaning closer until their foreheads touched, and their soft breaths mingled making them both lightheaded. "C'mon." He whispered again, staring into these sapphire eyes he loved so much. "Let's go." He finally pressed their lips together and Alec sighed in relief, melting into his arms once more.

"Yeah…" He whispered back in the hush of the moment, softly cupping the Warlock's face in his hands and kissing him again. "I'm so glad you're okay… Magnus… My Magnus…" He whispered again feverishly, between kisses as they stumbled inside, clinging to each other.

Magnus pulled him towards the bedroom, wet clothes forgotten and soon discarded in the warmth of the room and the Warlock's embrace. Alec's knees hit the edge of the bed and he almost fell on it but held onto Magnus to keep on standing as he pulled a little back to look into his golden-green cat-eyes.

"What's wrong darling?" His lover asked softly, breathless from their kissing, his raspy voice doing things to Alec, whose pulse skyrocketed once more.

"Nothing." He whispered back, placing his palms on the Warlock's golden chest, feeling Magnus' rapid heartbeat, matching his', proof they were both alive, and he smiled for a moment, knowing he was the reason for his Warlock's quickening pulse.

His smile faltered though, once he recalled his dream. "Just… Magnus… Please promise me… You have to be careful. If anything happens to you…"

"Hush…" The older man whispered, placing a finger on the Nephilim's lips to silence him. "It'll be fine… I'm here… I'm alive."

"Promise me." Alec insisted.

"I promise." Magnus smiled and kissed him chastely. "Nothing will happen to me. I won't leave you."

Alec sighed, a small smile on his lips, his pulse quickening more, as a surge of realization hit him. He looked into Magnus' emerald eyes, those eyes he liked, no, loved, so much, and whispered, mostly to himself. "Oh. I see. I get it now."

Magnus cocked his head to the side, looking adorable, confused by the boy's words. "Get what darling?"

The Nephilim smiled sweetly at the perfect, kind Warlock in front of him, who always accepted him. Who didn't send him off, wasn't even angry at him, when he woke him up at 4 in the morning because of a silly childish reason. Who instead, cared so much about him, and dragged him inside so he won't be cold. That gorgeous man who by some miracle wanted him, plain and boring as he was. Wanted him as much as Alec wanted Magnus.

Now he understood why the dream had scared him so much. Why he had ran to Magnus' loft like all demons of Hell were on his heels. Why the mere thought of anything bad happening to Magnus terrified him. Never looking away from his eyes, he told him for the first time, what he just realized himself.

"I love you."

Magnus froze, staring at him for a moment and then mumbled, still awestruck. "What?"

Alec giggled, feeling giddy, happiness seeping through his fingertips where he was touching Magnus' chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat under the palm of his hand. "I love you." He repeated, a bright smile on his face. "I love you." He said, getting on his toes to kiss Magnus' forehead. "I love you." He whispered near his ear, kissing his cheek. "I love you." He said one final time before kissing the Warlock's waiting lips.

Magnus finally "unfroze" kissing him back and suddenly Alec was lying on the bed with Magnus on top of him, peppering kisses all over his face.

Alec chuckled breathlessly, loving his kisses, feeling totally blissful, wrapping his arms around his beloved's neck and kissing him more too.

~o~

To be continued...