Inside You (Mortal Instruments FAN FIC:: Malec)

Chapter 1-Do Not Touch

Sooooooo here is the newest chapter please enjoy. Vomment if you would be so kind and let the Malec commence :P xx

Around 2 months earlier

“What are we doing here Magnus?” Alec asked looking around him at the contents of the strange shop he now found himself in.

“I need to get some ingredients for some spells. With all time I spend helping you pesky Shadowhunters I haven’t had time to go shopping recently.”

Alec hung his head feeling ashamed. He knew that they had come to rely on Magnus to help them a lot. Now days he didn’t even charge them and everyone knew why that was. Mumbling an apology Alec felt a warm finger beneath his chin forcing him to lift his gaze back to Magnus’s now disapproving expression.

“Hey don’t start that again. You know I don’t mind helping you and your little nephlim friends and it’s not like I need the money anyway.”

“I know, but I feel like we’re always calling on you to come and bail us out.”

“That’s because you know I will always come. For you.” Magnus pressed a chaste kiss to Alec’s lips immediately cutting off his attempt to respond. He had meant for the kiss to be brief but Alec had other ideas.

Magnus’s full lips were soft and silky against his own and the dizzying scent that was ‘pure Magnus’ entered his nose making his head spin. Placing his arms around the warlock’s rail thin waist Alec drew him closer as he deepened the kiss.

They both revelled in the feeling of each other’s lips and bodies pressed against each other until they finally parted, each breathing significantly harder than they had been before. Looking down into his boyfriend’s bright blue eyes Magnus felt warmth simmer up inside of him-he hadn’t felt so content in a long time.

Pulling back from Alec Magnus said seriously: “I’m going to talk to the owner about my ingredients and it may take a while. Feel free to have a look around but please don’t mess with anything; there’s some very nasty stuff in here.”

“I’m not a kid.” Alec pouted.

“Sure thing sweetie,” Magnus teased and with that he sauntered away.

Alec wandered aimlessly around the shop, stopping at various points to admire a statue or ornament briefly before moving on.

The shop was relatively small in size and was made to feel even small due to the huge amounts of items that cluttered the mantelpiece and shelves. Dozens of paintings lined the four walls and in the corners sat piles and piles of dusty old books which appeared to be on the brink of falling apart and would do so if anyone so much as touched them.

Alec wondered, as he passed what he was recognised as a shrunken human skull in a jar, what sort of people usually came in here and why on earth would they want any of this stuff? He continued making his way around the store with only the silence to accompany him. The silence felt eerie and unusual and for some reason made Alec want to creep around the shop rather than walk.

But after a few more minutes of wandering around the shop Alec suddenly realised why it felt so strange. It was completely silent except for their breathing and occasional repositioning of feet. They were the only ones there. Surely at 6 o’clock in the afternoon would be a peak time and this shop should be filled with customers but instead it was just them.

Turning back to Magnus, who was waiting patiently at the large, mahogany desk and inspecting his nails, Alec asked:

“Hey Magnus, how come no-one else is here? Is this shop not doing very well?”