Magnus could barely move; all his energy drained. He rubbed his makeup less face exhaustedly, thinking about today's events. When he arrived at the Institute, it seemed as if there was no chance at all for the young boy to pull through. There was little chance to live and what good would the Silent Brothers do so late in the game with God knows how much blood is in his system? No, Magnus was going to have to heal Alexander Lightwood to the best of his ability. There would have been no time to waste.

After three hours of tedious mending, spell-binding, and blood replenishing, his work was finally done. There should be no traces of blood left in his system, but one can ever be too sure when it comes to Greater Demons. Magnus settled himself into a chair, waiting for a sign of trouble. He remembered the first time he saw Alexander those few weeks ago. There was something about the way he carried himself that Magnus immediately found intriguing.

Never has he ever seen someone so unaware of their utter attractiveness before. The way this little Shadowhunter held himself was the epitome of humble. If Magnus had those stunning pale blue eyes with that dramatic dark hair, he would be flaunting everything he had. But not Alec, who shrunk himself into sweaters that blended with the shadows. He held himself with slumped shoulders and a ducked head, as if he was desperately detouring the world away.

But just when Magnus thought the boy's skin couldn't get anymore pale, he was proved wrong the moment he walked into the hospital corridor section of the Institute. Underneath all the crusted, dark blood, Alec's skin was so pale that it was almost ghost-like. Magnus was so struck by his appearance that he thought there was nothing he could do for Alec. But now he was pretty sure that Alec was safe. At least, that's what the steady heart beat and breathing told him.

Magnus's eyes drooped, feeling the weight of the day rest on his eyes. He placed his head atop his hand, willing his eyes to remain open just a little longer. This is the last time I ever complain about how boring my day has been, he thought to himself. And just as he was about to give in to this overwhelming exhaustion, there was a soft moan from the bed.

Instantly, the High Warlock was at the edge of the bed. Anxious hands roamed over Alec's face, examining his cuts, scrapes, and bruises. But there were no traces of pain on Alec's face. In fact, he looked peaceful; happily sleeping off all of the magic. So, when the young boy opened his eyes, Magnus couldn't help the shock the registered on his face.

"War-warlock Bane?" Alec croaked. His blue eyes were clouded, doped up on the heavy magic that kept the pain at bay, but they were trained on the High Warlock.

"Magnus," he corrected instantly, amused by the Shadowhunter's formality. No one has ever called him Warlock Bane before, not even his costumers, but Shadowhunter's had different views than most, he supposed. "How are you feeling? Does your blood burn?"

"Burn?" Alec inquired. "I don't…I don't think so." He looked at Magnus and then his voice lifted, in a completely drugged daze. "Were you always so handsome?"

Magnus arched an eyebrow. Had he overdone it on the pain magic? "I believe so, yes."

"I wanted to call you, you know." Alec said suddenly again. Blush lifted on his cheeks, as if he didn't mean for the words to come out. He began to sputter, but Magnus spoke before Alexander hurt himself by over-thinking.

"Then why didn't you?"

"I didn't think you meant it when you asked." Then all the color drained from his face, blue eyes wide. He hid himself behind his hair. "I mean, I didn't have your number and it's highly inappropriate for me to even consider calling a Downworlder – "

"A very high ranking Downworlder," Magnus corrected, as if that would change the boys mind. He was flattered that Alec wanted to call him, no matter what his reason. Magnus trailed his long, tanned finger down the pale boy's cheek. "And I always mean what I say." He purred.

Alec choked and began to sputter many things. The heart rate monitor began to beep sporadically. Easy Magnus, it's not wise to play games with someone who just almost died. Even if they are exceptionally good looking. And my, how adorable he looked when he tried to compose himself like that. The cool/arrogant thing didn't work for just anyone and it made Alec look like a toddler wearing his father's clothes.

"It's against Clave laws, you know. If they found I liked a Downworlder, especially a guy!" Magnus noticed distantly that Alec was worrying a lot for someone who shouldn't even know what galaxy he's in. Do all Shadowhunters worry about the rules so much that it's just takes over no matter what state they're in? "Stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

"All smoldering and sexy," He said crossly. His quick movement of crossing his arms over his chest appearing painful even to Magnus's eyes. The warlock was stunned by what Alexander said. He thinks that I'm sexy. "It makes it harder to try to convince me not to call you."

"Well, it's a little late for that, darling. I'm all ready here." Magnus winked. "Besides, what would we have talked about if you did show up?" He shook his head, trying not to let his mind run away with him. The boy is sick and needs to have all the attention focused to tending his wounds. "Never mind that now, Alexander. Are you still in pain?"

"A little, but – " The boy sucked in a breath of pain and Magnus immediately went to work. Normally, he would have said a quick spell but seeing that he barely had enough magic left to tie his shoes, he scoured the room looking for pills. In one of the cabinets was a bottle of extra-strength pain relievers. It was no spell, but it would have to do.

Obediently, the Shadowhunter took the pills and settled back into his resting position. Magnus settled the chair closer before gracefully sinking into it. Before his eyes, Alec finally settled into a pain free state. His eyelids drooped once more and the cloud fell thickly over his eyes. His head lolled so he could look at Magnus. "You know," he began with a slur. "I've never kissed a man before."

The High Warlock's eyebrow rose once again. When you throw parties as much as he did, you become accustomed to drunken conversations with strangers who are oh-so willing to poor their life story in front of you. Normally, Magnus was just as gone as those people and didn't care about many of their outbursts. But now was another story. He wanted to know why the boy chose to admit that, but just kept a cool indifference.

"I thought I was…" He peered at Magnus, eyes half mast. His bright eyes still shown under those thick lashes. "I thought I was going to die I thought I was gonna die and never kiss a guy."

"Well," Magnus placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, "you don't have to worry about that. I – "

"I wanna kiss you!" Alec blurted. Magnus blinked.

"Kiss me?"

"Yes."

"I don't think you're in the right frame of mind right now, darling. Maybe if you're offer still stands tomorrow then – " But as Magnus's offer was never told. Alec got himself up to a sitting position and kissed Magnus full on the mouth. At first it was sloppy and the older of the two wasn't sure what to do. He was so tempted to kiss this gorgeous Shadowhunter back and show him just how wonderful kissing a boy could be, but Alec had no idea what he doing.

Still, Alec was insistent. He kept his lips locked with the warlock's, begging him in this innocently seductive way to just return the kiss. Magnus tried to pull away, but Alec fisted his hands in the warlock's shirt, pulling him close. Magnus finally relented and gave Alec his first kiss with a man. It was like no other kiss Magnus had ever had with anyone. Alec's lips willingly on his was like someone bottled up every ounce of magic in the universe and released the moment they touched.

And then it was gone. Alec's lips were gone and so was the magic. Magnus opened his eyes and saw that the Shadowhunter was curled up in bed, a smile placed on his perfectly plush lips. Shaking his head and smiling, the warlock stood. It was morning and Alexander Lightwood was okay. His job was done.

"If you want to kiss me sober," He whispered to the sleeping boy, "then call me. And this time I really mean it." He placed a key and his number in Alec's palm. Alec curled his pale hands around the items and nuzzled against the pillow, letting out a content sigh. Magnus chuckled and left, thinking that he would just let the Shadowhunter's skip paying, just this once.