Days of War and the Nights of Love

Is it just playing, or something more already?

The Institute was completely silent on Monday morning. Occasionally, now and then, you could hear a hiss or meowing from Church, the old blue-gray cat that has been living in the Institute way longer than the Lightwoods. Alec thought that Church was a really old cat, though he couldn't prove it. The whole family, plus Hodge, was currently sitting in the Library waiting, waiting for those new Shadowhunters to arrive.

Jace was playing with a chakram in the corner of the room. Isabelle was looking at her newly-red painted nails. Maryse, Robert and Hodge were whispering in the other corner of the room close to the opened portal. After the Uprising, every Institute took the liberty of building a portal for the Shadowhunters to travel.

"Stop it. I can't read, Alec," Max spoke from his position on Alec's lap. He was reading one of his comics, or whatever their name was for the past hour, since Robert had gathered them in the room. The "it", that Alec was doing, was tapping on the chair's frame out of boredom.

"Do you even know how to read this…?"

"It's Manga," the boy said. "Clary showed me how to read it. She's cool. And she promised to take me to some bookstore. Isn't she great Alec?"

"Yeah, the best," the bitter tone of Alec wasn't caused only because of despising the ginger girl. But because he hadn't seen Magnus since Saturday night as well.

It felt strange for Alec, that in such a short time, he became attached to the warlock. He felt so good around him that he wanted to spend as much time with him as he could. Especially after their first date. Even if it was a bit awkward at the beginning, it was way better than Alec had imagined. The dinner, walking, kissing. It just showed how nice and sweet Magnus was, even though Alec wouldn't admit it out loud.

He really liked Magnus Bane.

"You're not listening to me, are you Alec?" Max's voice and gray eyes staring up at him got the older boy out of his thoughts. "What are you thinking about?"


"He probably thinks about this girl he met," Jace plopped down, on the arm of chair "So, what is she like, man?"

"What girl? There's no girl!"

"Mhm," Jace looked at him with disbelief "And that hickey just came up magically on your neck. So who is she?"

"What's a hickey?" Max asked.

"You'll know when you're older," the blonde one winked at Alec. "Now spill my friend."

"I fell, therefore the bruise," Alexander tried to explain, even though he saw that Jace didn't buy his little lie.

"You fell? On your neck?" The blue eyed Shadowhunter nodded.

For a while, he was confused. He didn't remember when Magnus could have left the hickey on his neck. Was it on Saturday, when they made-out on his couch? Magnus kissed his neck then, but was it strong enough to leave a mark? They have to be more careful now.

"Sure, Alec, you fell…" Jace wasn't convinced of it, but he let it be.

The ground in the Institute quaked, alerting the Shadowhunters of the activeness of the Portal. Maryse, Robert and Hodge moved to stand in front of it. Every rune above the portal glowed one by one. The blue light from it brightened the whole room, before two forms started coming out of it.

Two men, same height, similar body-built. The older man had blonde hair, a bit darker than Jace's. He wore his gear, and a leather jacket. His black eyes, moved around the room, and finally stopped at the three adults. He smiled at them, shaking hands with Robert and Hodge, kissing the top of Maryse's hand. Behind him stood a boy, maybe Alec's age or a bit older. Black hair, even darker than Alec's, dark; almost black eyes. Sharp cheek bones, slim frame. He wore black skinny jeans and a black tight shirt.

Alec had to admit that he looked really good.

"My friends," the older man said. "It's been years."

"Yes," Robert retorted. "We thought that you're dead. But then you contacted Hodge…"

"Robert, I was badly injured, yes, but nothing can kill the great Valentine Morgenstern," the name was familiar to Alec, but at the moment, he couldn't remember where he had heard it. "I had to stay hidden for a while, to regain my strength. But finally I'm back."

"It's good to have you back," Maryse spoke.

"It's good to be back, Maryse. Now…" he beckoned at the boy behind him. Said boy moved to stand next to him. "This is Sebastian, from the Paris Institute."

"Sebastian Verlac," he said with a slight French accent, before he shook his hand with Robert.

"Welcome to the New York Institute. These are my children," Maryse beckoned at them. The four of them moved to their parents. "My eldest son, Alexander, Isabelle, Maxwell," she pointed at each of them. "And my adoptive son, Jace."

Valentine smiled when he crossed his eyes with Jace.

"I've heard a lot about you, Jace," the other blonde said. "They say that you're one of the greatest young hunters."

"I am," he confirmed with his usual confidence. "My father taught me everything, before he died."

"Hmm," Valentine hummed. "And, so where is my daughter? I thought she would be here, in the Institute, considering the circumstances."

"She will be here," Hodge spoke up for the first time. "She comes to train with Jace."

"Your daughter?" Maryse asked, full of confusion.

"Clarissa. I'd have chosen another more proud-filled name, but her mother took her away…I just recently learned that I have a daughter…"

"You're Clary's father?" Jace was shocked, like the rest of the Lightwoods.

"Yes, Clarissa is my daughter, Jonathan."

"You're really good with bows, Alexander," a deep voice distracted the hunter, yet he didn't miss his target.

"It's Alec," he turned to the black haired boy. "And thanks, Sebastian."

"You're welcome," he smiled widely at the archer. "My cousin, Aline Penhallow, told me about you. That you're one of the greatest hunters."

"I'm not as good as Jace, though. He's the best here. And Izzy is great too."

"And this girl, Clarissa, that Valentine spoke about?" he sat on the floor in the training room, looking up at Alec.

"She's untrained. Jace is training her. He likes her," Alec took another arrow, and stretched the cord. Soon, the arrow hit the center of the target. At that moment Alec's phone rang on the floor. Sebastian took the device, and held it up to Alec.

"I think your girlfriend is calling," he said, as he spotted the name on the screen. "So, what is she like, this Mag?"

"Hello?" Alec spoke into the phone, and turned away from Sebastian, avoiding answering him.

"Hi darling. Is this a bad time?"

"No," he passed Isabelle, who came to train with Sebastian, as Alec moved himself away "How are you?"

"I'm pretty good," Magnus said on the phone."Are you busy tonight?"

"I don't think so, no," Alec bit his lower lip in anticipation. "Why?"

"Let's go out tonight. Some dinner, or just walk around. I want to see you."

"Ok. I'll come to your place, at eight p.m.?"

"I'll be waiting," a small chuckle came from Magnus's side. "I'll see you tonight, Alexander."

"I'll see you tonight," with that Alec hung up, and turned around to Izzy and Sebastian, who looked at him suspiciously with a grin on his face.

He had a date tonight.

"So, you never told me, how those new Shadowhunter are," Magnus spoke, while Alec was laying with his head on his lap on the couch in the living room. His long legs, hanged off the couch-arm. Chairman Meow was spread across Alec's stomach. Bane stroked Alec's hair, gently, with his well-manicured hand. The Shadowhunter had his eyes closed, as he was enjoying the new feeling.

"I don't know," his eyes still closed. "They seem normal, I guess. The older guy is my parents' old friend, yeah. I've never seen my mom so excited, like she was today, when he stepped out of the portal. It's like her eyes shined with stars. Dad was pretty excited too, though, he showed it a bit less."


"Hodge was more in the back," He kept saying. "The guy was looking strangely at Jace. Like, I don't know, like he'd know him or something. I don't know."

"Maybe he knows him and you, haven't you seen him before?" Magnus asked, accurately.

"No. I'm sure I haven't seen him. Dad said that he thought the guy was dead for years…" At that the warlock's attention was focused more on the man below him. What Alec was telling him tonight was truly strange, and interesting at the same time. Magnus couldn't help himself, but pry more into it. "Yeah, so I haven't seen him, but the name seems familiar to me."

"Really? What's his name? I knew a bunch of hunters," he caressed Alec's cheek. "Maybe I've heard of him."

"Valentine Morgenstern."

The name was too familiar to Bane. Only at the sound of it, it all came back to him. This stupid war. All those innocent lives, that Valentine and his friends had taken down. Lives of his people, his friends. When he closed his eyes, he saw him in his mind as he tried to kill him with a seraph blade. He would have succeeded, if it weren't for Ragnor. The green-skinned warlock brought a few demons to help Downworlders. Without him, Magnus would have been six feet underground now.

Bane was sure that Valentine had died from the demons attack. At least that was the word around the world. Magnus remembered how Lucian…Luke Garroway, the former parabatai of Morgenstern, the new leader of the New York's werewolf pack, told him about his death. Apparently, the demon poison in Valentine's system, made him burn his house in Idris, with him and his two years old son inside.

And yet, here Alec was telling him that he's alive.

Something was really off here.

"Magnus? Magnus?" a pale hand was being waved before his eyes. "Hey, Magnus?"


"You zoned out a bit," Alec's blue eyes were full of concern. "Are you ok?"

"I'm…yeah…I'm fine," Alec didn't seem to buy it. "Are you sure it's Valentine Morgenstern?"

"Yes, that's how he addressed himself, and…do you know him?"

"I do," Magnus answered with a distance in his voice ."But he was supposed to be dead…for years…"

"He said to my dad, that he had to stay hidden…" Alec explained, as he sat up from Magnus's lap, throwing, accidentally, Chairman off of his stomach. The cat landed on the floor with a small thud and a hiss. "How do you know him?"

"He's the one who started all this mess," the young boy looked confused. "He was the leader of the Uprising…"

"I knew that I know his name from somewhere," Alec exclaimed out loud. "From history lessons…"

"And the other man?" Magnus tried to not sound so eager, so Alec wouldn't suspect anything.

"Boy, a bit older than I, a few months older. Black hair, dark eyes," he continued. "Sebastian Verlac, my old friend's cousin. He's from the Paris Institute. He seems to be a bit distant…I haven't figured him out yet. But he's good at fighting, not like Jace, though, but still good. I think Izzy likes him."

"Oh, does she?"

"Mhm…she was, um…um…" Alec turned bright red. "You know…she was ogling him in…that way…"

"Ah, you mean, she undressed him with her eyes?" the Shadowhunter nodded. "So, he must be really handsome. Do you find him attractive, Alexander?"

"No…no…no!" sometimes Magnus wondered if there's a shade of red that Alec's cheeks hadn't turned into yet.

"That's really good," the warlock leaned into Alec, making the boy lay down on the couch. He hovered over him, and captured his lips with his own in a hungry kiss, making the other gasp. One knee parted Alec's legs, to grant a better position for the warlock. Within the last three days, their kisses had gotten better and better. Sometimes, they were sweet, slow, lazy even, but most of the time they were hungry. Magnus just couldn't keep himself from prying on the boy. He wanted him for himself, and himself only. One of his hands moved itself under Alec's…under Magnus's shirt, that he lent to the boy, and started to explore the fine set of muscles underneath it. The Shadowhunter wasn't behind, his hands moved under Magnus's shirt as well, and touched the warm covered in glitter caramel skin.

"Why?" Alec asked, as they pulled away, to catch a breath.

"I don't like having competition," Magnus once again connected his lips with Alec's, but this time the kiss was too short for the hunter's liking. The warlock moved his sinful lips to his jaw line, and slowly, with pepper kisses he moved to his neck. Only to slightly bite down the pale skin, below the still invisible hickey. That was when Alec stopped him. "What? You don't like it?"

"I do!" he answered firmly "Just, don't leave me a hickey again, ok? Jace has been teasing me about it all day. And I don't know what to tell him again. He won't believe me again, though I'm pretty sure he didn't believe my explanation in the first place."

"What did you tell him?" Magnus straddled Alec's hips, and placed his hands on the boy's chest.

"That I fell on my neck," it was a whisper that Magnus barely heard. But nevertheless, it made him laugh. Alec was truly embarrassed when Magnus started laughing. He pushed the older man off of himself, and sat on the opposite side of the couch. "Stop laughing at me!"

"I'm sor…sorry, Darling," Magnus wiped a single tear from his eye. "Sweetheart, you couldn't truly believe that Jace would buy that, right? I mean…it's the lam…" he stopped himself, before he'd accidentally insult his boyfriend. "Alec, no one could have believed it."

"This was the first thing that came up on my mind!" the younger man folded his arms around his chest, knees brought up to chest, turning his gaze away from Magnus. The warlock, moved himself closer to the boy and threw his arms around his shoulders, kissing the top of his head.

"Honey, I'm sorry that I laughed. I know it's hard for you to keep me as a secret," Alec looked up at him, with slightly glassy eyes, before he pressed his head to Magnus's chest, hugging him tightly.

"I wish I didn't have to hide us. Even now, when Izzy knows, I still have to hide us from the rest of my family…" he blabbed.

"I know, sweetie, I know," Magnus leaned down to press his lips, gently, to Alec's. "I wish the world was different, so we could be together out there. So we could be free, just you and me. So we didn't have to hide out of fear of being killed for being with each other. I wish it would be simple…"

"You don't want…"

"No!" Magnus interrupted firmly. "All those years around the world, and yet, with you…you're the first thing in my life that I'm sure about. That I want to keep. That I want to fight for. I want to be with you, by any means necessary, Alexander."

"I want to be with you too, no matter the cost," Alec added silently, leaning up to kiss Magnus, in a slow, loving way.

There was a warm, fuzzy feeling in the pit of Magnus's stomach, when Alec admitted that he wants to be with him. He didn't quite understand what was happening with him. Why, all of a sudden, he felt all those strange feelings towards this young boy. Lilith, he didn't know what is going on between them.

Is it just playing, or something more already?

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