So this is the last chapter for this story. It was fun writing it, but I think this is the perfect place to end it without drawing it out too unnaturally.

Just a warning, there is more intimate"canoodling" in this chapter. If you are uncomfortable with oral, I'm letting you know now.

Disclaimer: Cassandra Clare owns The Mortal Instruments, and possibly my soul, too.

When their kisses grew more intense, Alec pulled away, trying in vain to calm his breathing. He knew that when it came to Magnus and being naked with him, his air supply would be coming up short for the majority of the evening. Even when Alec had a moment to breathe, Magnus didn't keep his lips off the Nephilim's skin. The warlock kissed his cheeks, sucked on his neck, and bit his collar bone. Alec was finding his breathing just as difficult as if Magnus was actually kissing him.

It wasn't just the kisses themselves that had Alec panting, but the combination of his lips, hands, and body all touching his own. When Magnus kissed his lips, his fingers were pulling at Alec's hair. When Magnus was biting his shoulder, his hips were rocking into Alec's. There was no shortage of physical sensation when things got heated between the two of them.

There were also the noises that came along with times like these. Alec would find himself moaning, panting, and gasping, all the time. Magnus, in turn, would murmur his name, growl deep in his throat, and sigh as Alec touched him in return.

Alec found it so easy to get lost in Magnus. Their previous discussion about Camille was already slipping from his conscious mind, maybe never to appear again. He let himself not worry about his past, his former lovers, and focused on the time he had now with Magnus.

He found sudden inspiration in the heat of the moment, using his training skills to expertly roll himself and Magnus over, so Alec was once again lying on top. "We need these robes gone," Alec spoke as Magnus adjusted to being on the bottom again. His hair was fanned out against the pillow and Alec couldn't help but run his fingers through the silky locks.

Magnus turned his head and kissed Alec's palm. "Of course," he replied.

Alec heard a snapping sound and felt the slight change in the air. He took pride in not blushing. He looked at Magnus boldly, letting his boyfriend see his unflushed cheeks. Alec remembered that he had had a purpose for being on top. He had wanted to reciprocate the motions that Magnus had all too often done for him—he wanted to be the one to make Magnus scream out in utter bliss, cause him to moan from the use of his hands.

It was all fine and dandy, wanting to do all this. Alec had been the recipient of Magnus's skills for a few short months, but had never ventured very far in return. Tonight, Alec wanted to be the bold one, and he had every intention of carrying it through.

He took the first step, kissing Magnus's waiting mouth. He savoured the taste and the familiarity that came with kissing the warlock. It had become second nature for Alec, much like breathing.

When he needed to breathe, he pulled back, but let his lips stay on his skin. Magnus didn't object to Alec's want to control their evening. He lay below him, breathing evenly, mumbling soft words of encouragement every so often.

Alec moved away from his face, running his tongue down his neck, nipping at Magnus's collar bone. He heard him moan deeply before Magnus wrapped his arms around Alec's back. His nails dug into the Shadowhunter's back, breaking the skin in a few spots—but Alec didn't care. He could feel the warmth of a few beads of blood slipping over his heated skin. It only added to the moment, exciting him.

By the time Alec had kissed a trail down to Magnus's belly, Alec could feel how excited his boyfriend was. He took pride in his ability to make Magnus so quickly ready. But he wasn't ready to take the plunge just yet. There were spots on his boyfriend's body that had been ignored and he wanted to draw out this experience as much as he could.

Alec continued to pepper kisses well past Magnus's smooth stomach and onto his boney hips. He took his time massaging the soft skin with his fingers, feeling Magnus tremble beneath him. It was fascinating, being the giver, and not the receiver. He could appreciate the kind of effort Magnus had often enough put in for his own pleasure and take away from that experience in a very reciprocating way.

When he was sure Magnus had suffered long enough in anticipation, Alec let one of his hands grasp the base of Magnus's member. He moved his positing, kneeling in between Magnus's parted knees.

"Alec," Magnus spoke his name in a hardly audible tone. His eyes were bright with passion and longing. "Are you sure?" Magnus looked eager and excited, but his tone of voice gave away his slight anxiety.

"I've never been more ready," Alec told him, kissing his thigh right where the scar was. It was a way of showing him that he wouldn't worry about Camille, that her phantom presence was easy to ignore and push away.

Magnus ran his hand through Alec's hair, softly massaging his head. He let his eyes close briefly at his touch, loving the way his hand felt in his hair.

Alec sensed this was the moment, that if he was going to back off, it was his only chance. Instead, he brought his head down to Magnus, and experimentally licked his erection from the base to the tip. Magnus shuddered below him, obviously enjoying the sensation of Alec's tongue. It wasn't so bad, Alec realised. He took the tip of Magnus into his mouth, and tried to mimic what Magnus had done many times over with his own tongue. It must have been the right thing because Alec could feel Magnus thrusting up slightly with his hips, silently asking for more. He willingly obliged, taking more of Magnus into his mouth. It was the strangest of sensations, having him in his mouth and being turned on as well.

Doing his best, Alec moved his head up and down, mimicking the same action he had felt Magnus do many times over. His preconceived notions of feeling uncomfortable were squashed down by the realisation of how intimate this moment was. There was a sense of trust that had to be between them, Alec realised, for this to feel so right.

There was no room for doubt as Magnus kept one of his hands in Alec's hair, helping Alec set a pace that was good for the both of them. Alec chanced a glance up, excited to see just how lost in the moment the warlock had become. His eyes were closed; his mouth hanging open just in the slightest, and his other hand was roughly abusing the comforter.

Alec felt the need to grab hold of his own self in that moment, wanting to relieve some of the pressure built up from being so hard. Alec moaned at the sensation he was causing for himself. Magnus bucked his hips again, calling out Alec's name. He realised a bit slow that his throaty moan had also been good for Magnus. Using it as inspiration, Alec hummed with his boyfriend still in his mouth.

It seemed to do the trick, along with a few more gropes at the base of Magnus's erection, and his boyfriend was quaking with the onset of his orgasm. Alec let him go, with an audible pop of his lips. He released his own erection to use both hands on Magnus. Alec continued to pump him in the way he had done so before, knowing just when to squeeze and when to relieve the pressure. Magnus let out the most erotic moan just as he began to shoot off into Alec's hands. His back arched off the bed and his knees squeezed Alec's sides in the wake of his orgasm. He was sweaty and panting when his body stopped moving.

Alec took the opportunity to kiss him, wanting to seal the moment. He could feel Magnus smile before he pulled back to look at him. His cat eyes were practically sparkling from the heat of the moment.

"Would you like me to reciprocate?" Magnus finally spoke. "I can't see you being very comfortable like that." He gestured towards Alec's lower body.

It was true, Alec was still painfully aroused and had yet to get his own release. It hadn't really crossed his mind after watching Magnus get off. He was too pleased with himself for bringing his boyfriend to a level he had experienced many times over.

Magnus had already sat up, and moved onto his knees. Alec moved up with him, mimicking his position. Always the more bold of the two, Magnus took hold of Alec without asking. He kissed him as his hand began a slow and rhythmic motion on his member. Alec gasped at the sensation, revelling in the feel of Magnus's warm hand pleasuring him. He let himself get lost in the feeling of Magnus's hand, rocking his hips in the same rhythm that Magnus was pumping him.

He let his hands wrap around Magnus's shoulders, keeping their bodies close. Alec kissed him, needing more than just the feeling of his hands on him. Magnus was more than willing to kiss him back, opening his mouth to the young Shadowhunter.

It didn't take long for Alec to hit his own orgasm. It could have been from being so hard for so long, needing the release, that Alec let himself go so fast. Or it could have resulted from Magnus's expert handling. Either way, Alec let out a very load moan as he took his turn shooting off. His head fell down to rest on the warlock's shoulder, needing the brace to allow himself to get a proper amount of air into his much abused lungs.

"Better?" Magnus asked.

Alec chuckled at his nonchalance. "Yeah, much better."

Magnus kissed him again, slowly. He traced his fingers back up Alec's back, stopping when Alec winced. They had both forgotten about the scratches. "Let me fix those," Magnus suggested. There was an electric feel all over his skin, followed by warmth that Alec was all too familiar with. He knew his skin would be unblemished where Magnus had healed him. The warlock sealed it with another long kiss.

Alec's phone interrupted them that moment, loud and shrill in the room. He sighed before disentangling himself from Magnus and climbed off the bed to answer the phone. He checked the caller ID; it was Isabelle. "Yes?" he asked.

"Alec, where are you? We just got a call to take down some demons in Central Park." She sounded excited.

Alec rang a hand over his face, annoyed that he had to leave. "I'll be home in half an hour." He hung up the phone and turned to Magnus.

"And here I was hoping that we could at least have some time to cuddle." He was pouting, but Alec knew it was just for show. He hurried to find all of his clothes, remembering that his shoes and socks were in the other room. It didn't take long and he had his gear back on. He leaned over the side of the bed where Magnus was lounging lazily to give him one last kiss.

"I could come over tonight, bring you some ice cream or something," Alec suggested, standing back up straight. He knew Magnus loved having ice cream late at night.

"Neapolitan?"

"You bet."

fin.

And that's it! Thank you to everyone who faved and reviewed and read this. You are all awesome!