A/N: I've recently become obsessed with the Mortal Instruments series and this pairing, so this will have a ton of Alec/Malec related stories. I apologize for any inconsistencies as I haven't read all the way through City of Fallen Angels yet and some of these were written while I was reading City of Ashes and City of Glass. Enjoy!

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He walked slowly, thinking through what he was doing. It was a true show of how pathetic he had become. He shouldn't be so eager to risk everything for the first boy to look at him twice. Plus, he didn't even know if said boy even wanted to see him, considering how all Alec could do after getting complimented was stare like an idiot. Not to mention how wrong all of this was. Wrong for making him want to give up Jace. God, was he really that predictable? Clary saw it and she had known him only a few days. Isabelle had clearly expected him to hook up with Magnus. Even his own sister thought he was that easy and desperate.

He swallowed hard before ringing the call button.

"What is it now? Someone better be dying," he heard from the speaker. Great, he had come at a bad time.

"Um…sorry. I'm the boy from the party," he shuffled awkwardly. "I can go if it's a bad time." He waited about three seconds before turning to walk away.

"Of course it's never a bad time for you. I'll ring you up."

Surprise colored Alec's face. The door opened and led to the same staircase he had seen only three days earlier. He walked up and knocked on the door for good measure. When it opened he saw Magnus standing in front of him, a few inches taller, which was rare, his black hair spiked up. There was still quite a bit of glitter adorning his features, though not as much as at the party. And of course the only witty comment Alec could come up with to say was "Hi."

A smirk crossed the face in front of him. "Hello. Are you going to come in or just stand there looking pretty?"

Alec felt the traitor heat creep up his face. He stepped into the apartment, which seemed both more and less extravagant then the last time he had seen it.

"I do think you look marvelous when you do that."

Whirling around, Alec brought a hand up to his cheek. "Do what?" he asked regardless.

Magnus merely smiled, pulling Alec's hand away from his face. "It's clear you know what I mean."

Somehow that sharp gaze terrified him more than any demon ever had. "Why did you want me to come here?" Alec asked stupidly.

He heard a laugh. "Of course you know the answer to that as well. Don't worry. I don't bite," Magnus seemed to get a thoughtful look on his face before adding, "Much."

Alec gulped. He felt Magnus' hand on his shoulders and the muscles there strained toward the touch. In his ear, he heard the other man whisper, "If I've read things wrong, I apologize and all you need to do is tell me."

The hand on his shoulder turned him around. Suddenly his eyes closed as that hand curled around his neck and their mouths met. Once they pulled away, he found himself staring into those unusual eyes. Their owner reached out a hand to brush Alec's bangs away from his face.

"You're welcome here any time, just so you know."

Alec swallowed. He supposed once his sin had been committed, there was no turning back. He slowly stepped forward and kissed him again. He was going to Hell anyway.