Chapter 27 – The Honeymoon – Part 4

WARNING – SEXUAL CONTENT

Not Intended for readers under the age of 18

THE MAJORITY OF THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXTENSIVE SMUT – IF YOU DO NOT LIKE SMUT PLEASE READ NO FURTHER!!!  - I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR READERS UNDER THE AGEOF 18 WHO READ THIS!!!!!!!

A/N: Just a heads up to make reading easier, some of the more intimate parts of this chapter switch back and forth between Alec and Magnus' perspectives.

I own no rights to the pictures you will see within this chapter. Several belong to the Shadowhunters TV series or @max_maks_art

Music Credits Belong to The Breaking Dawn Pt. 1 Soundtrack Composers

ALL SMUT WILL BE IN BOLD

DAY THREE

Alec's eyes fluttered open. Taking in his surroundings he couldn't help but smile. The early morning sunlight filtering through the flowy white curtains caught the crystal vases arranged throughout the room reflecting little rainbows across the soft blue walls beautifully. The fully opened roses had a lovely fragrance floating in the air. The little blue bird chirping on the windowsill made him wonder for a second if it was the same little blue bird he had seen the day before, but that thought flittered away in an instant when his dream flashed before his eyes. A dream that hardened him in an instant.

The strong arms around him holding him close felt perfect. But he was aching to be held in a different way. He was aching with need. His need for his husband in that moment was almost all consuming. His alpha's hard cock pressed firmly against his ass wasn't helping that need any. Unable to help himself he wiggled his ass against that hard cock, smiling when he got the response he wanted.

"Good morning, sweetheart." Magnus murmured sleepily.

"Good morning, my husband." He said, wiggling his ass again. "I had the best dream."

"Oh yeah?" Magnus asked, wide awake. His husband wiggling his perfect ass against his hard cock had chased any lingering sleepiness away. "About what?" He asked, pressing a soft kiss to the rune on the back of his angel's neck.

"Mm... It's hard to remember." He teased. "I think it was something about my wonderful husband making soft love to me." He breathed as his alpha's hand slid beneath the waistband of his pants, gently caressing his aching length.

"You do know that dreams can come true don't you, love? You taught me that." Magnus said, softly grazing his precious Alexander's length with his fingertips.

"Yes." He said, barely more than a whisper. "But only my wonderful husband can make this dream come true." He said. The pleasure of his alpha's fingertips grazing his aching cock was stealing his ability to speak.

"Is that so?" Magnus asked, pressing another soft kiss to the rune on the back of his Shadowhunter's neck.

"Yes." He sighed through the pleasure, pushing his ass back as far back as he could against his warlock's hard cock. A cock he craved to have fill him.

"So in this dream I made love to a beautiful angel?" Magnus asked, gently gripping and jerking his sweet omega's perfect cock. He was aching for the firm ass that was flush against his own, aching for the beautiful ass that he was craving to fill. "Is that what you want, my angel? For me to make soft love to you?"

"More than anything." He said softly. The firm grip as his husband gently jerked him was magnificent.

"Then let me see if I can make your dream come true." Magnus said, releasing his love to snap his fingers, shedding them of their clothes.

He knew what his angel was wanting. He didn't want sex. He didn't want to fuck or be fucked. He wanted to be made love to, soft and gentle love. Since they had come home for their honeymoon they'd had sex, great sex. They'd had hard sex and fucked. They had fucked in different places throughout their home and had used toys for the first time. But short of their wedding night when his beautiful husband had made love to him for the first time, the most majestic experience of his very long live, they hadn't made love again. He had yet to make love to his angel.

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Softly caressing his young warrior's firm belly he pressed tender kisses up the back of his neck and across his strong shoulders. He loved this. He loved when they made gentle love. They didn't need to speak, to tell each other what they wanted. Somehow, they just knew what the other needed, what they wanted, and it was always beautiful.

His fingertips grazed over his sweet omega's would-be womb, a reminder that his flat belly may soon be growing and rounding with their children. The beautiful little boys and the precious little girl that he had just learned of the day before.

Alec savored the feel of his warlock's soft kisses up the back of his neck and across his shoulders. He loved this. He loved when they made gentle love. Since they had come home for their honeymoon they'd had sex, great sex. They'd had hard sex and fucked. They had fucked in different places throughout their home and had used toys for the first time. But short of their wedding night when he had made love to his alpha for the first time, one of the very best experiences of his life, his husband had yet to make love to him and he ached for it. He was aching to feel his husband's thick cock filling him and gently loving him.

They didn't need words for what he was seeking. He loved this. He loved when they made gentle love. They didn't need to speak, to tell each other what they wanted. Somehow, they just knew what the other needed, what they wanted, and it was always beautiful.

He knew what his alpha was thinking as he softly grazed his fingertips over his would-be womb. He knew that his belly may soon be growing and rounding with their children, their beautiful little boys and the precious little girl that he had told him of the day before.

He didn't have to be told to roll onto his back when his warlock moved to straddle his hips, his alpha's lips trailing soft kisses up his neck and throat.

"I love you, Alexander. More than words can say." Magnus said softly. He hadn't had to tell his love to roll onto his back as he straddled his hips.

His hands roamed up and down his love's flat belly and chest as he trailed soft kisses up his angel's neck and throat. He savored the feel of his young warrior's thick cock pressed against his ass as he sat flush on his hips.

"I love you too, my alpha." Alec said, just as softly as he ran his hands up his warlock's back, from his ass to his shoulders and back again.

His alpha's soft kisses up his neck and throat were heavenly. His husband's hands running up and down his belly and chest had beautiful pleasure humming beneath his skin and a lovely tingle running down his spine. 

He melted into the soft kiss when his husband pressed his lips to his and opened gladly when his alpha licked his bottom lips, granting him easy entrance. He savored the taste of his one true love as their tongues touched and danced, humming low in the back of his throat. His warlock always tasted delicious.

Magnus ached for the feel of his husband's soft lips against his as he pressed his lips to his. He would have smiled if he could have when his Shadowhunter opened so easily when he licked his bottom lip. He savored the taste of his one true love as their tongues touched and danced, enjoying the sound of the low him his angel made low in the back of his throat. The kiss was slow and sweet, just the way he wanted it to be. As always, his angel tasted divine.

The feel of his precious Alexander's hands running up and down his back, from his ass to his shoulders and back again had beautiful pleasure humming beneath his skin. But he wanted more. He wanted to give his angel more. Breaking the gentle kiss he reached beneath his husband and pulled him up to sitting.

Pressing nipping kisses to his sweet omega's collarbone his hands roamed up and down his Shadowhunter's back, gently caressing the soft skin over firm muscles. He smiled when his young warrior shivered in his arms.

Alec went gladly when his alpha pulled him up to sitting as the soft kiss broke. His warlock's nipping kisses felt wonderful as they crossed his collarbone. He couldn't help his shiver of pleasure at his husband's touch. Gently he ran his fingertips across his alpha's soft skin and over his ass cheeks. He loved the feel of his alpha beneath his hands, any part of him he could reach. Tilting his head, he gave his husband access to his neck and throat. The soft kisses that his husband pressed there were as beautiful as they were tender and sweet, making his belly flutter.

Magnus knew what his angel wanted when he tilted his head, giving him access to his neck and throat. He didn't hesitate to press soft kisses there as his love's fingertips roamed across his skin and over his ass cheeks. He couldn't help his own shiver of pleasure at his husband's touch. Kissing down his love's neck and throat he pressed slow kisses across his shoulder. These kisses were going to be tender and sweet, the kind of kisses that always made his belly flutter.

But he was going to mark his one true love one last time before they returned to Haven later that day, a mark they would have to hide this time. He smiled when his beautiful husband sighed before he pressed his lips harder to his strong shoulder, sucking slowly and gently. For this mark he was going to take his time.

Alec savored the feel of his husband's soft skin beneath his fingertips. He loved his alpha's firm ass, an ass he just recently had been given the privilege to fill. He smiled when his warlock shivered in his arms at his touch. He already knew what his one true love was going to do. He wanted to mark him one last time before they returned to Haven later that day, a mark they would have to hide this time. He couldn't stop his sigh of pleasure when his husband's kisses on his shoulder turned harder, as he sucked slowly and gently. Beautiful pleasure hummed beneath his skin. He knew then that his alpha was going to take his time.

Lifting his head up he pressed soft kisses of his own to his warlock's neck and throat, his hands roaming up from his husband's firm ass to his lower back, firmly massaging the taunt muscles there. His alpha's low hum of pleasure made him smile.

The soft kisses up his neck and throat when his Shadowhunter lifted his head had beautiful pleasure humming beneath his skin. The strong hands roaming up from his ass to his lower back felt heavenly. His love massaging the taunt muscles of his lower back had him humming low in the back of his throat. His precious husband gave him the best pleasure with the simplest things. Lifting his head he studied the beautiful mark he had made on his love's porcelain pale skin. It was purpling up nicely. He nearly lost his breath at the beauty of his angel's sparkling crystal blue eyes gazing into his when their eyes met.

Unable to stop himself he pressed a gentle kiss to his young love' lips, thrilled when he didn't have to lick his sweet omega's bottom lip to gain entrance. It was given freely. He melted into the kiss when their tongues touched. It was beautiful. It was all beautiful. The gentle kiss, the feel of his angel's hands on his skin. It made him want more. Breaking the soft kiss he pressed another gentle kiss to his Shadowhunter's lips as he rose to his knees.

Alec looked up when the sucking kiss on his shoulder broke. He knew that his husband was studying the mark he'd left. It would purple up nicely on his porcelain pale skin. He almost lost his breath at the beauty of his warlock's deep chocolate brown eyes gazing down into his when their eyes met.

The gentle kiss his alpha pressed to his lips was sweet. He didn't hesitate to open for him. His husband didn't need to lick his bottom lip for entrance. He gave it freely. He melted into the kiss when their tongues touched. It was beautiful. It was all beautiful. But it made him want more. He savored the second soft kiss his alpha pressed to his lips as he rose to his knees, and he rose with him.

He slid his hands into his warlock's hair as their bodies touched, chest to chest. He could feel his husband's thick cock pressed against his, but as much as he craved to have it fill him, he wanted to take their time. He was in no hurry.

A shiver of delicious pleasure ran down Magnus' spine when his love slid his hands into his hair as their bodies touched, chest to chest. He could feel his husband's magnificent cock pressed against his. He knew that his Shadowhunter was craving to have him fill it, but he wanted them to take their time. He knew his angel was in no hurry, and neither was he.

Reaching between them he gripped his sweet omega's cock, jerking it gently as he traced the rune on his young warrior's hip with his fingertip. He wouldn't use magic when he traced his runes. Not now. Not this time. He never did when they were like this. His husband's strong hands gripping and molding his ass as he jerked him had soft waves of pleasure washing over him.

Alec's head fell back as soft waves of pleasure washed over him when his alpha reached between them, gently gripping and jerking his aching cock. His alpha tracing the rune on his hip with his fingertip was heavenly. He knew that his warlock wouldn't use magic on his runes. Not this time. He never did when they were like this. He couldn't seem to stop himself when he gripped his husband's ass, gripping and molding it as his alpha gently jerked him. It was all so gentle, so lovely, and exactly what he had been dreaming off.

With one hand on his husband's hip he steadied him with one had as he reached between them, gripping his warlock's thick cock. He jerked it gently in time with his alpha's gentle jerks on his. He pressed his lips to his husband's shoulder kissing it softly before he pressed his lips harder, sucking it slowly and gently as he listened to his warlock's soft sigh of pleasure. He was going to mark him one last time too.

Magnus knew what his love was going to do when he steading him with one hand on his hip. He savored the feel of his Shadowhunter gently gripping his cock and jerking it in time with his jerks on his. He couldn't help but smile at his young warrior's soft kiss on his shoulder. He was so strong but could be so gentle. It was all so gentle, so lovely. He couldn't stop his soft sigh of pleasure as his precious Alexander pressed his lips harder, sucking slowly and gently. He knew what his precious angel wanted to do. He knew that his young love wanted to mark him one last time, just as he had marked him. He wasn't surprised when his husband released his cock and stilled his hand. He knew then that his love was getting too close to the edge.

Alec could feel his release quickly approaching but didn't want it. Not yet. Releasing his warlock's cock he stilled his husband's hand on his own. He knew that his alpha knew what it meant. Lifting his head he studied the mark he had made on his alpha's beautiful caramel skin. It was purpling up nicely. Pressing his forehead to his husband's he softly caressed his hips. He knew what he wanted and that he wouldn't have to tell his warlock.

Magnus knew what his Shadowhunter wanted as he pressed his forehead to his and softly caressed his hips. His love didn't have to tell him. Pressing one last kiss gentle kiss to his angel's lips he turned him by the hips and pulled him flush against him. He was going to hold him close as he made love to him just like his angel had made love to him the night before. Wrapping one arm firmly around his beautiful husband's waist he pressed a soft kiss between his shoulder blades. Snapping his fingers he thoroughly lubed them both.

Alec savored the feel of his husband's soft kiss before his warlock turned him by the hips and pulled him flush against him. His alpha's soft kiss between his shoulder blades gave him comfort, it made him feel safe and secure. There was no better place to be than in his husband's arms. The thick lube dripping from his entrance when his warlock snapped his fingers had his head falling back against his alpha's shoulder. He didn't know why but it always felt so good. The feel of it had delicious excitement and anticipation coursing through him. He didn't have to be told to lean forward or to grip the headboard.

Delicious excitement and anticipation coursed through Magnus when his love leaned forward, gripping the headboard. Lining himself up with his angel's entrance he gently eased through his tight rim, resting just inside his channel. The pleasure of the muscles clamping down around him almost stole his breath at the beautiful intensity. His Shadowhunter was always so tight, and a beautiful sight to behold with his head thrown back in what he now knew was pleasure. When he felt the tight muscles clamping down around him relax he pushed that first real inch into his young love. The feel of his husband's muscles clamping around him again was utterly decadent.

Alec bit his bottom lip when he felt his husband line himself up with his entrance. His head fell back at the magnificent pleasure of his warlock gently easing his thick cock through him rim. The pleasure of his alpha's cock resting in his channel was glorious. The beautiful stretch of his husband's heavenly intrusion almost stole his breath in its intensity. He willed his clamping muscles to relax around his alpha's delicious cock. He wanted more. So much more. But he knew that his husband was going to take his time. He was going to go slow.

Magnus bit his bottom lip as his love's tight muscles relaxed around him. Holding his sweet omega firmly around the waist with one arm he held his hip with the other as he slowly eased himself another inch in, savoring the feel of his Shadowhunter's muscles clamping down around him again. He wanted more. So much more. But he was going to take his time. He was going to go slow. He wanted to savor every heavenly moment as he filled his young love.

Inch by beautiful inch he eased further and further into his precious husband. When he felt his young love shudder in his arms and heard his soft gasp he knew that he had hit his prostate. The feel of his angel's deliciously tight muscles clamping down his cock was exquisite. But he wanted to give his Shadowhunter more. As the muscles around his length relaxed he held himself still, letting his cock rest in his love's tight cannel and against his prostate.

Alec savored every second as his alpha eased into him inch by beautiful inch. The stretch and sense of fullness as his warlock filled him was delicious. He shuddered and gasped when his husband's magnificent cock hit his prostate. He felt his muscles relax clamp down around his husband's length and the heavenly pressure of it as it rested against his prostate. He wanted to be fully filled by his alpha. He had craved it since the moment he'd opened his eyes. He ached to have his warlock fully sheathed inside him. The firm hand on his hip stopped him when he tried to push back, when he tried to take more.

Magnus' firm hand on his husband's hip when he tried to push back, when he tried to take more was all that stopped his young love. He knew that his angel wanted to be fully filled. He knew that his husband craved to be fully filled. Knowing that his one true love couldn't take much more he slowly eased himself further in until he bottomed out inside him. His hips settled flush against his precious Alexander's as their bodies met. Every muscle in his angel's tight channel seemed to clamp down on him with a near breathtaking intensity. Releasing his angel's hip he reached around his young love and pulled him back and flush against him again, changing he angle.

The pleasure as his warlock slowly eased further into him until he bottomed out inside him was magnificent. Alec's hips settled flush against his one true love's as their bodies met. The beautiful stretch and sense of fullness of being fully filled was exquisite. He went gladly when his husband reached around him and pulled him back and flush against him again, changing the angle. The pressure against his prostate was near breathtaking in its intensity.

Magnus pressed a soft kiss to the side of his angel's neck as he held him close. This is how he was going to make love to his husband. He was going to hold his Shadowhunter in his arms as he pleasured him. Pressing another soft kiss to his love's neck he slowly eased back and thrust gently back into his sweet omega.

The feel of his husband's soft kiss to the side of his neck as his warlock held him close made Alec smile. He had made love to his alpha the same way the night before. The second soft kiss as his warlock slowly eased back and thrust gently back into him was heavenly. Again and again his husband thrust gently into him, pulling further and further back each time. The scrape against his prostate with each thrust had exquisite pleasure coursing through him. All he could do was reach around and wrap his arms around his warlock's neck. He knew that he wouldn't last long. Each delicious thrust was pushing him closer and closer to the edge. The pleasure was utterly divine. He didn't know that he was panting for breath, or that his hands had slid into his alpha's hair. All he knew was the most magnificent pleasure.

Again and again Magnus pulled further and further back before thrusting gently back into his young love. Each thrust was exquisite. The tight squeeze of his angel's channel was utterly divine. He held his love tighter in his arms as his Shadowhunter's arms wrapped around his neck. He knew that neither of them would last much longer. Each tug on his hair and delicious thrust was pushing him closer and closer to an edge he had been clawing his way back from. He wanted his precious Alexander to take the fall first. He didn't know that he was panting for breath. All he knew was the most magnificent pleasure.

Alec could only hold onto his warlock as he found his breathtaking release, waves of blissful pleasure crashing down on him. His alpha's gentle thrusts and the scrapes against his prostate as his husband held him close had pushed him over that magnificent edge, his cock erupting as thick ropes of warm cum coated the headboard. With one final thrust he felt his alpha's cock erupt inside him. Dropping his arms he fell forward, catching himself on the headboard as aftershocks racked through him.

Two more thrusts and Magnus felt his angel tense in his arms as he found his release. With one final thrust he fell over that magnificent edge, finding his own breathtaking release. Waves of exquisite pleasure crashed down on him as he erupted inside his Shadowhunter, his love's aftershocks making his release that much better. He held his young warrior tight around the waist as aftershocks racked through him.

"Angel?" He asked, panting for breath as his body stilled.

"I'm okay." Alec panted, fighting for breath. "You?"

"Magnificent. Hold still." He panted. Gripping his sweet omega's hips he eased back and out of his angel, wrapping his arms around him as he pulled him with him down onto their bed. "You made a mess again."

"Always do." Alec breathed.

Magnus couldn't help but chuckle as he snapped his fingers, cleaning the headboard and replacing their pillows.

"Don't worry. You'll be making plenty of messes yourself." Alec said, turning to snuggle into his warlock's chest.

"I suppose you're right about that. I'm looking forward to it." He said, snapping his fingers again as he pressed a soft kiss to his Shadowhunter's sweaty forehead, cleaning them both in an instant. "Did that live up to your dream?" He asked, wrapping his husband in his arms.

"Most defiantly." Alec murmured sleepily.

"I guess it's time for a nap now." He said, pulling the soft satin duvet up over them. "More sweet dreams, sweetheart." He said, pressing another soft kiss to his love's forehead as his beautiful crystal blue eyes fluttered closed. He waited, listening for his favorite sound. It was there in seconds. The soft little snores that told him that his angel was asleep. Pressing one last kiss to his young warrior's forehead he closed his eyes and slipped into his own sleep, a sleep filled with beautiful dreams.

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The silver blade spun through the air as it left Alec's hand and hit the target across the length of the training room. He sighed. Yes, the blade hit its target dead center, but it also shattered the target. Now he was out of targets.

He had already gone through the first five which had seen some decent wear and tear from his family, but his father's target had seen very little use. And it was the one he had just splintered into bits.

He knew then that they were going to need thicker targets. Three inches just wasn't thick enough. They were going to probably need to try targets at least six inches thick to accommodate him and his family's target practice. He would have to talk to his husband about that. And they would need new heavy bags. He had busted all of them before he had moved to working with his small blades.

He had decided to train versus spending time in the library. As much as he missed his reading time, something he hadn't been able to indulge in in longer than he cared to remember, he had been twitching to train. He hadn't had a chance to train since before the wedding and he knew that he wouldn't have much time after they went back that evening, not with a mission to plan and prepare to execute. Then there was his 'rest period', something yet to be discussed.

He was used was to hard training and teaching every day during his long days and nights at the Institute. If he was totally honest with himself, he also had to admit that he was also missing patrols. But he was 'adjusting' to toning it back a bit now that he wasn't being pressured to work night and day anymore. But there were times when he actually missed his old routine. Well, most of it.

He missed training with his family. He was used to training with them a lot more than they were allowed to in Haven. It wasn't because they didn't want to. It was because they couldn't. They were all just too busy. And he also missed his solo time. Before he would do it in the early morning hours before his day officially began. Now his husband insisted that he use that time for extra sleep, so he didn't get to do it anywhere near as much as he liked. That had always been his time to think. To create new moves and plan. And losing that was something that truly bothered him, not having his own time away from it all.

But what he was missing the most was his time with his bow. He used to work with it every day. He loved it. Archery was his passion. His bow was a part of him. Now he generally only got to use it while training and instructing his archers.

So far his time in the training room had been disappointing to say the least. The only reason he had this time was because his husband was holed up in his work room working on new drafts of his heat suppression and contraceptive potions. He had said that he wanted to have several variations on hand because they couldn't risk the chance of him falling pregnant during his first heat after a pregnancy. That would just be too much.

Not just on his body but on their children. On that they had agreed. He didn't really relish the thought of falling pregnant a year after giving birth to what would then be multiple toddlers for all of eternity. As much as he loved the thought of the children they would make, the children he had seen in his dreams, he wanted to be able to give each and every one of them all of the love and attention that they deserved. And they couldn't do that if they had more than they could keep up with at one time.

He knew that his husband had been itching to work in his workshop as well. We wanted to work on his potions. Like his training there really wasn't much time for his alpha to work on potions while they were in Haven. His warlock was just as busy as he was working with his warlocks to teach and enhance their magical combat skills.

Each warlock had their own specialty. His mother and Tessa focused on healing magic so they were a bit out of practice with combat magic. His mom was well above the curve with healing magic because she had far more years of working with it than any of the other warlocks. While Tessa was good, his mother was great. His mom had been working with it for 400 years whereas Tessa was far younger and had only been working on it for 150.

His mother's skills were also exceptionally advanced because she had been through various mundane medical schools several times as mundane medicine had advanced over the years. She had been both doctors and nurses in mundane hospitals. She had been all kinds of surgeons and specialists. She had been great in everything she had done.

Her knowledge of mundane medicine was how she knew when and how to mix mundane methods with magical ones to provide the best possible care be it to nephilims, downworlders, or mundanes. Yes, treating nephilims and downworlders with mundane practices was different than with the mundanes but her extensive knowledge allows her to do both.

Oftentimes treating nephilims and downworlders called for much stronger doses of medications and extensive care because their bodies had such a different genetic makeup. They just required more.

But at the moment he had a little time to himself. He couldn't deny that he was immensely enjoying his honeymoon with his husband. Their extensive amount of 'together' time was well beyond any expectations he may have had and even his wildest dreams. It was in his mind magical in every way. It also didn't hurt that his husband was telling him that he was picking up the art of lovemaking beautifully.

He had spent some time on the high beam working on complex triple flips with blade throwing too and had effectively destroyed those targets as well. After that he had moved to floor training focusing mostly on the height of his flips. What good would their flips be if they couldn't gain the necessary height to get over a demons head? The demons weren't getting any shorter, they were actually he thought getting taller.

He had made a mental note to have his family work on that during their family training when he got back to Haven, especially his Clare-bear. She was excellent with tumbling, flips, and putting a little extra oomph into her moves, but he would have to show her the necessary hip and core adjustments to make up for her short stature on the higher flips and jumps. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that his parabatai would excel with what he had in mind to teach her.

And he had come up with a few new moves for his father. His uncle would need a little more one on one time to catch up to his father's training routine, but as with his Clare-bear he didn't have a single doubt that his uncle wouldn't pick it up in good time. He was a Lightwood after all and had been one of the best in his day. He was just a little rusty.

"Frustrated?" Magnus asked behind him. He had been watching his love for the past hour. His precious Alexander was utterly magnificent to watch when he trained. His beauty and his grace was an utterly breathtaking sight to behold. There just weren't enough words to describe what his husband could do.

But he had seen that his young warrior was growing more and more frustrated as the time passed. He knew that his Shadowhunter's shattered targets and busted heavy bags were the cause of that.

He knew that his husband had been aware of his presence but seemed content to let him watch. He tried to watch his young warrior train as much as he could, and his love knew that and didn't seem to mind.

"A bit." Alec said. He knew that his alpha had been watching, but he didn't mind. He knew how much his husband enjoyed it. His warlock had told him more than once that he found it 'sexy'. "The targets keep breaking."

"That's because you keep breaking them, love." He said, chuckling. "I think you're a bit stronger than they are so I'm thinking that we may need thicker targets to accommodate that." He said. "Unless you stop putting as much force behind your throws and punches which we both know you won't do we're going need something a little more durable. Thicker targets as well as heavier heavy bags perhaps?"

"That was my thought." Alec said. "Thicker targets that won't crack with too much force on impact would be nice."

"That can be easily arranged, angel." He said, crossing the short distance between them to wrap his arms around his husband's waist. "What else?"

"I could use some smaller targets. Maybe about five inches." Alec said.

"A five inch target is pretty small, sweetheart." He said, but there wasn't a doubt in his mind that his Shadowhunter would shatter those too without missing his mark if they stayed the thickness that the targets currently were.

"And a place for archery." Alec said softly. "There just isn't enough space in here." He said. His alpha had transformed what was once an elegant yet large ballroom into a massive training room which was good for most things. But for some things it just wasn't big enough.

"Perhaps something out in the yard?" He asked.

"The yard." Alec said, trying to hide his smile. He was still having a hard time accepting the fact that his husband considered the hundreds of acres of land behind The Manor a 'yard'.

Magnus couldn't help but smile. He knew that his new family was struggling with the fact that the hundreds of acres behind their new home was what the mundanes would call a 'yard'. He had yet to tell them that there was far more land than any of them realized. Enough for them to build very large homes of their own if they wished and still provide them with as much privacy as they wanted as well as spacious places for them to train.

"I guess that would work." Alec said, a lovely tingle running down his spine when his alpha pressed a soft kiss to the rune on the side of his neck. He couldn't help but smile at the erection he felt poking into him. His husband always got all 'hot and bothered' as his sister would say watching him train. "How are the potions coming along." He asked, enjoying the sweet pleasure of his alpha's soft kisses down the back of his neck and throat.

"Well enough." He said between kisses.

"And dad's?" Alec asked, fighting to focus through the soft pleasure. He was dying to know. They had added the final ingredient after breakfast.

"Coming along nicely. Once it cures it will be ready." He said, wanting to reassure his young love that now that the final had been ingredient had been added that it would only take just a short bit of time before they could offer it to the father his angel had come to love so dearly.

"But that's not what's on your mind on the moment." Alec said, both relieved that his father's potion would be ready soon and all 'hot and bothered' himself.

"No." He conceded. "It's not. You know how much I love to watch you train. Especially when you train in your gear." He said, running his hands down his Shadowhunter's body, from chest to waist and back again. He had assumed that his Shadowhunter had wanted to train in it when he had asked him to summon it from their cottage in Haven. How his young warrior managed to train with the weight of the fully loaded weapons belt and various other holsters he didn't know. Or the steel toed combat boots.

"If you can't train in it you certainly can't fight in it." Alec said as if he had read his warlock's mind. He smiled as his husband slowly unclasped his weapons belt. It had taken his alpha a while to figure out the best ways to get him out of his gear with all of its clasps and fastenings, but they both always enjoyed it when he did. "So we train in it from time to time. Quite frequently in fact."

"And Biscuit?" He asked as he dropped the heavy weapons belt to the floor. "How does she handle the extra thirty pounds of weight?"

"She's stronger than she looks." Alec said, smiling again when his warlock unzipped and unbuttoned his pants. "Speaking of. I'm thinking that she probably had an interesting evening last night and probably didn't get much sleep."

"And why is that?" He asked, sliding one hand down his sweet omega's flat belly and into his boxers to caress his hardened length and sliding the other up under his shirt to caress the well toned abs that he found utterly delectable.

"We forgot a little something in the heat of the moment. More than once." Alec breathed, savoring the delicious pleasure of his husband's soft touches on his belly and now aching cock. "A certain rune in fact."

"Oh." He said, chuckling before he pressed another soft kiss to the side of his husband's neck. "I suppose she did. We best not forget again." He said, snapping his fingers. The stele his new sister-in-law had made for him appeared in his hand. He quickly passed it over his young love's intimacy rune. "I think we should perhaps cut her a break today. I'm sure she has things to do that require a certain level of concentration." He said, tossing the stele aside.

"Agreed." Alec breathed. His husband gently jerking his length had sweet pleasure washing over him.

"I believe I've said something a time or two about what I'd like to do to you in this room." He said softly, sliding his hand back beneath his husband's shirt and gently circling the muscles in his love's abs again as he jerked his angel's length. "Can you tell me what that is?"

"I believe it was something about bending me over and fucking me if my memory serves." Alec said, a soft moan escaping him at the delicious pleasure humming beneath his skin.

"Your memory serves you correctly." He said, smiling at his sweet omega's soft moan as he pleasured him. "We do have this room all to ourselves for once. I can't think of a more opportune time."

"I think you're right about that." Alec breathed.

"So you'll indulge me then?" He asked.

"Who am I do deny my husband such a simple request?" Alec asked.

"Good. Get on your knees." He said, releasing his husband's thick cock.

Alec did as he was asked without question.

"Now bend over." Magnus said. "I want to see your beautiful ass before I fuck you."

Again Alec did as he was asked, bending until he was on all fours. But this time he did have a question. He felt his warlock drop to his knees behind him and heard him unbuckling his own pants and unzipping his fly.

"I think we need to get rid of these." Magnus said, unclasping each of his Shadowhunter's many thigh and both ankle holsters in turn. "You look magnificent in your gear, Alexander." He said, unclasping and tossing the weapons holsters aside.

"I think you've said something like that a time or two before." Alec said, smirking.

Using his knees Magnus spread his young warrior's just enough that he could fit easily between them.

"I enjoy seeing you wear it. And I'm going to enjoy peeling you out of it every chance I get." He said.

"Well, you'll have plenty of chances." Alec said as his alpha gripped the waistband of his pants, pulling them and his boxers down over his hips and ass, pushing them as far down his thighs as they would go. It was the move that answered his question. His warlock was going to fuck him while he was still dressed, something he knew that his husband loved to do.

"There's that beautiful ass." He said, softly caressing the perfectly firm and toned ass laid out before him. His hardened cock ached to fill and fuck it and had since he had first walked into his love's training room. Pushing his own pants and boxers down he freed himself only to rub his cock between his sweet omega's ass cheeks. "Do you see what you do to me, Alexander? Do you see what watching you train does to me? How it affects me?"

"Apparently it affects you quite a bit." Alec said, unable to stop his crimson blush. Anticipation and excitement were coursing through him. He knew that his husband had been wanting to do this for some time. To fuck him here. He had said it often enough, and he had wanted to let him every time. But they had never had the chance. Their family was always around.

"Oh it does, sweetheart. Very much so. And don't think that I don't know that you're blushing." He said. Snapping his fingers he thoroughly lubed them both. He couldn't help but think that during his love's heat lube wouldn't be necessary. His sweet omega's slick would be more than sufficient. "Unless you stop me, Alexander, I'm going to fuck you hard and fast." He said, gently molding his love's firm ass beneath his hands.

"And why would I do that?" Alec asked, savoring the soft tingle that ran down his spine again at his alpha's touch and the feel of his hands molding his ass. The thick tube dripping from his entrance only made it that much better. He couldn't help but think that during his heat lube wouldn't be necessary. If his memory served from his first heat his slick would be more than sufficient.

"You better hold on tight, angel." He said, lining himself up with his love's entrance.

Before Alec could utter another word he felt the head of his alpha's thick cock push through his tight rim, moaning at the beautiful stretch.

"That's it, angel." He soothed, firmly gripping his Shadowhunter's hips while massaging his young love's lower back with his thumbs beneath his tight shirt. "Feel the pleasure."

"Okay." Alec breathed, delicious pleasure from the magnificent stretch coursing through him.

"Just relax." He soothed, easing slowly into his young love. He went a little further in than he usually would, but he knew that his love enjoyed it when he did.

Alec couldn't stop his moan as his alpha began to fill him. He loved this. He loved the feel of his husband easing into him, especially when he went in deeper and faster than he usually would.

"That's it." Magnus said, smiling at his angel. He knew how much his sweet omega loved this part, the feel of the stretch and sense of fullness as he eased into him. He had to admit, he loved it too.

Nothing was better than being in his precious Alexander, rather it was making love to him or giving him a hard fuck. The tight squeeze around his cock was beyond beautiful. It was beyond magnificent. It was majestic. So far their honeymoon had been magical. At least he thought it was.

Gripping his love's hips harder he pushed further into his young warrior. He smiled again when his Shadowhunter cried out, knowing that he had hit his prostate.

Alec couldn't stop his cry of pleasure, his head started to spin. The scrape against his prostate and the pressure of his husband's thick cock resting against it was beyond beautiful. It was beyond magnificent. It was majestic.

"By the Angel." He breathed as he panted for breath.

Magnus waited for the muscles of his husband's tight channel to relax around him as he panted for breath. This time his grip on his love's hips was unknowingly hard enough to bruise. Once he was sure that his Shadowhunter had caught his breath he jerked his hips back, slamming into him and bottoming out hard. He savored the sound of his precious Alexander's cry of pleasure and the feel of his angel's magnificently tight channel clamping down around him, not bothering to hide or stop his moan at the exquisite pleasure that shot through every nerve in his body.

"Lilith." He breathed, his head starting to spin. "You truly are an angel, sweetheart."

"I think you've said something like that a time or two before too." Alec panted. "Now please fuck me. You promised me hard and fast."

Magnus couldn't help but chuckle at his angel's words, for he truly was an angel. He had been given his own personal angel sent from the heavens. Pulling back, almost out, he slammed back into his young love. He heard their moans mix as he pulled back, slamming back into his Shadowhunter again and again, his love's tight muscles clamping down around him with each delicious thrust.

Alec couldn't help but smirk at his alpha. He was always telling him that he was his angel, but his alpha was actually his. He was actually his saving grace even though his husband always called him his. Without him he would have spent his entire life, albeit a short one as he spent every day killing himself more and more, lost in a sea of Shadowhunters who didn't give a damn about him despite all he had done for them before he presented. Shadowhunters who were more than likely to have not had his back in combat because in their eyes as an omega he didn't deserve to live.

He felt his husband pull back, almost out before slamming back into him. The pleasure of the hard thrust was exquisite. He heard his cries of pleasure mixing with his warlock's moans as his alpha pulled back and slammed into him again and again. Each scrape against his prostate was heavenly. He lost his breath at the next magnificent thrust but fought to pull one in. He was doing his best to adjust.

Magnus couldn't stop himself from slamming into his love again and again, but he wasn't so lost in the exquisite pleasure that he didn't hear his Shadowhunter lose his breath. It had become second nature to watch his love's breathing so he also heard it when his young warrior pulled one in. 'He is adjusting.' His muddled mind thought.

He knew that he was close, and that his sweet omega was too. His cries of pleasure always turned into soft moans when he was on the brink. He couldn't help but smile when after three more hard thrusts his love came, listening to him cry out his release as his magnificent cock erupted, coating the soft mats beneath him with torrents of his thick cum.

He cried out his own release as his own cock erupted his husband, filling him with rope after rope of his cum. He held his sweet Shadowhunter close as he emptied himself, flush against him as beautiful aftershocks racked them both.

Alec felt it when his precious husband came inside him. And heard his cry of pleasure. He couldn't help but smile as he fought to catch his breath. He felt the aftershocks of his release racking his body just as he felt his alpha's as he held him flush against him. He knew that he would have bruises on his hips later, but they would be nothing that an iratze couldn't fix. And they weren't painful. They never were.

Magnus massaged slow circles into the taunt muscles of his husband's lower back as he fought to catch his breath. He knew that his tight grip on his love's hips would leave bruises, but they would be nothing that a little soft magic couldn't fix. He may not be the best healer but there were some things that he could do.

"Sweetheart?" He asked, panting for breath.

"Mm-hmm?" Alec hummed, his forehead resting on the soft mat. His arms had long since given out. Only being with his alpha could steal the strength that could carry a two hundred pound man soaking wet and weighed down with cinderblocks without breaking a sweat.

"You good?" He asked.

"More than." Alec breathed. "You?"

"Right there with you." He said, easing out of his angel and falling back on his knees.

"Was that what you were wanting?" Alec asked, turning to sit on the mat, careful of the cum covering it, but he couldn't avoid the cooling cum on his pants.

"Most defiantly." He said, looking his sweet omega over. He could see the light sheen of sweat on his skin and the wet stains on the mats and on his black cargo pants and knew that it was cum. 'They're always black.' He thought with a smile.

"Have I told you that your ass looks magnificent in those pants?" He asked.

"I think you've said something like that a few times." Alec said, smirking. He had cargo's in other dark colors, but he always wore the black for his alpha. He had even asked his mom to summon him more in one of her legal shopping transactions, so he had more than enough to last a while.

He looked his alpha over. Short of the light sheen of sweat on his skin he was otherwise pristine whereas he was a mess. 'Why am I always the mess?' He thought. "I think you made a mess of me again."

"We can tend to that before we rest." He said, snapping his fingers. Alec's pants were clean and dry in an instant, and so was the mat.

"Who said anything about resting?" Alec asked, a mischievous glint in his sparkling crystal blue eyes. "I'm not done yet." He said, grabbing his warlock's hand, pulling him down with him as he fell onto his back.

"Is that so?" He asked, laughing as he moved to straddle his angel's hips. Their pants made it a bit difficult, but he managed.

"That's so." Alec said, reaching beneath his husband's shirt to rub soft circles into his alpha's sweet spot in his lower belly. "You're not the only one who's had dirty thoughts about this room."

Magnus could only hum out his pleasure. His Shadowhunter had come to know all of his sweet spots, especially his favorite and he so loved to exploit it.

"Well, I told you mine. So I guess it's only fair that you tell me yours." He said, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his husband's lips.

"Why tell you when I can show you?" Alec asked, pulling his alpha closer and claiming his mouth in a fierce kiss. He licked his husband's bottom lip demanding entrance, entrance that was immediately granted. Fireworks went off in his head when his alpha's tongue brushed his. As always, his warlock tasted delicious.

He didn't give in when his alpha fought him for control of the kiss. He wanted it his way. Sliding his hands into his husband's silky black hair the turned his head, taking the kiss deeper. He would have smiled at his alpha's low hum of pleasure had his mouth not been otherwise occupied.

Magnus was surprised when his young warrior pulled him closer, but he shouldn't have been. His once shy Shadowhunter was becoming bolder and bolder. He didn't hesitate to grant his husband entrance when he licked his bottom lip. Fireworks went off in his head when his tongue brushed his love's. As always, his angel tasted divine.

He knew that his angel wanted control of the magnificent kiss, and he was going to let him have it. He was just going to make him work for it. He couldn't help his low moan when his sweet omega slid his hands into his hair and turned his head, taking the kiss deeper. Having his husband's hands in his hair was another one of his favorite things. Feeling them there had him hard in an instant.

Again Alec would have smiled if he could have. He could feel his husband's hardened cock between them pressing against his own. But he still hasn't going to give in. He wanted this kiss more than he wanted air. And he wanted it his way. Reaching down his warlock's body he gripped his husband's shirt, sliding his hands beneath it and pulling it up with his hands as they caressed his alpha's sides and roamed up his body. Turning his head again he was thrilled when his warlock gave up the fight for the kiss. His husband's sigh of pleasure just cemented his desire not to give in on what he wanted.

Magnus knew that his angel had felt him harden between them just as he felt his love's hardened cock pressed against his own. His head was starting to spin from the ferocity of the kiss. His husband's hands caressing his sides as they roamed up his body as he pulled his shirt up had a tingle running down his spine. He knew when his young warrior turned his head again that he wasn't going to give up the fight for the kiss. It was cemented in his mind then that he wasn't going to give in. That was when he gave in, when he gave his sweet omega the control that he was seeking. And he let him have it for as long as he could. With great regret he broke the exquisite kiss, panting for air.

Alec savored every second of the kiss that he had fought to win. He didn't want it to end but he knew that he would have to break it. As exquisite as it was, they needed to breathe. But before he could break away his husband did, both of them panting for air.

"You..." Magnus started between panting breaths. "You are...the most magnificent kisser."

"What can I say?" Alec asked, panting. "I had an excellent teacher."

Magnus couldn't help but chuckle as he fought to draw in air. How that was possible when he could barely breathe, he didn't know.

"I really do think that you're trying to kill me, love." He said, forcing himself up off his aching cock. The pressure against it where he was pressed so close to his angel was just too much.

"You're made of stronger stuff than you give yourself credit for if you really believe that." Alec said, relieved that the pressure was off his aching cock. As much as he loved it when his alpha touched it the pressure was just too much. He couldn't help himself when he ran his hands back up and down his husband's sides, gently caressing them again. "But either way, you'll adjust." He said. He smiled when they started laughing.

Sweet pleasure was washing over Magnus' skin as his love's hands ran back up and down his sides as he gently caressed them again. In the last two days his love had given him pleasure beyond his wildest dreams, sometimes more than he thought he could take so he couldn't help but laugh at his sweet omega at his words. 'He's right.' He thought. 'I guess both of us need to learn to adjust to some things.'

"I think you're right. I will have to adjust." He said, unable to filter his thoughts. "You just have to remember that I don't have the same stamina as you."

Alec couldn't help but laugh harder at his husband's words.

"You might be right." He said between peals of laughter. "Shadowhunter. Remember?"

"Oh I'll never forget that, love." Magnus said, shaking his head at his young warrior.

"How about we get rid of this." He asked, tugging on his warlock's shirt.

"Your wish is my command." Magnus said, surprised when his young love stopped him from snapping his fingers.

"No magic." He said. "I want to do it."

"Okay." Magnus said. He bent forward when his angel had had tugged his shirt high enough to pull it over his head.

"That's better." He said, tossing the shirt aside. He had his hands on his husband in an instant, feeling out the firm muscles of his alpha's belly and abs. 'He has the most delectable body.' He thought.

"We're going to have to get up if you want to take off the rest, sweetheart." Magnus said, enjoying the pleasure that coursed through him in the wake of his beautiful husband's hands, as he felt out the muscles of his belly and abs.

"No." He said. "I think we can make do like this." He said, brushing his thumbs over his warlock's hardened nipples. "I want you to fuck me now."

His young love's words caught him off guard. 'I want you to fuck me now.' He thought. He had enjoyed it immensely when his angel had flicked his thumbs over his hardened nipples, another one of his sweet spots. His Shadowhunter loved to suck them into his mouth, rolling them between his teeth and tongue. But he hadn't been expected his love's so casual and sudden request.

Alec could see that he had caught his warlock off guard. He knew that his request had been casual and sudden, but that was part of the fun. And he loved catching his husband off guard.

"Are you going to fuck me or not?" He asked when his alpha only stared at him. Before his husband could answer he took his warlock's thick cock in his hand and jerked it gently, the cock he was aching to have fill him.

Again Magnus was shocked at his husband's casual request. Just a few months ago his Shadowhunter had been so innocent and shy in bed. When he had become so bold, he didn't know. But he loved it. Before he could answer his sweet love had taken his cock in his hand and was gently jerking it. The soft pleasure was wonderful.

"I'm waiting." Alec said, smiling at the dumbstruck look on his husband's perfect face.

"Who am I to leave you waiting?" Magnus asked when he regained his wits. Raising himself up off his angel's hips he was surprised when his sweet omega stopped him from snapping his fingers again.

"No magic. I think I'm wet enough." He said with a smirk.

"Okay." Magnus said.

His precious Alexander had caught him off guard and now it was his turn. Turnabout was fair play after all.

Lining himself up with his love's tight entrance he pushed quickly through his young warrior's tight rim into his channel, filling him in an instant. He savored both the magnificent pleasure of the exquisite squeeze and his angel's sudden gasp. He smiled as he braced himself on his arms at his angel's sides. He smiled wider when his love gripped his hips.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart." He said, smirking. "Did that catch you off guard?"

"I thought I said no magic." Alec breathed through the delicious pleasure. His alpha pushing into him so suddenly and filling him so quickly had been exquisite. The stretch and sense of fullness was phenomenal. But he wanted more.

"Beg pardon?" He asked.

"That was magical." Alec breathed, his mind struggling to focus.

Magnus could only smile and shake his head at his husband as he pulled back, thrusting hard back into him. The tight squeeze of the muscles clamping down around him was utterly delicious, but not as delicious as when his sweet omega cried out at the graze against his prostate.

Alec couldn't help but cry out when his warlock thrust hard into him, when his thick cock grazed his prostate. His head was starting to spin from the utterly delicious pleasure. But he still wanted more. He wanted it all, but he knew that his husband would hold back until the muscles clamping around him relaxed. For some reason he couldn't make himself wait for that. Easily lifting his alpha's hips he pushed him up and almost out before he jerked him back down forcing a hard thrust.

Magnus was savoring the feel of the muscles of his angel's tight channel clamping down around him. He wanted more. He wanted it all. But he knew that he had to wait. He couldn't hurt his magnificent Shadowhunter. He wouldn't. While there was no better place to be than inside his love, he wouldn't risk hurting him. He had to let his precious husband's muscles relax.

He wasn't expecting it when his young warrior easily lifted his hips, pushing him up and almost out before jerking him back down forcing a hard thrust. The pleasure was magnificent but what his sweet omega had just done scared him. He had forced a thrust before his body was ready.

"Lilith, Alexander." He breathed through the pleasure that had rock him to his core, struggling to will his mind to focus.

"You got your wish. Now I want mine." Alec said, panting for breath. The pleasure of the hard thrust and the magnificent scrape against his prostate had rocked him to his core. But he still wanted more. "Fuck me now."

"No, angel." He said, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his young love's lips. "Not until you've adjusted." He said, pulling his sweet omega's hands from his hips and pinning him to the mat beside his head. "You can't do that again. You'll hurt yourself. Promise me that you won't do that ever again." He said, not bothering to hide his fear.

As much as Alec wanted his alpha to fuck him, to pound into him hard and fast as he had been wanting him to for so long the fear in his husband's voice told him that he had scared him. It shamed him. And he knew that his alpha was right. As much as he wanted it, as much as he craved it he knew that he would end up hurting himself by forcing a thrust before his body was ready. Hurting himself was something that his alpha just wouldn't allow. His alpha always put his safety first.

"I will not let you hurt yourself." Magnus said softly. "Promise me."

"Okay. I promise." Alec said softly, unable to hide his shame. "Forgive me?"

"Always." He said, pressing another soft kiss to his love's lips. He knew that his Shadowhunter felt ashamed, but that's not what he wanted. He just wanted him to mind his own safety. "Now relax and let yourself adjust." He said gently. He could still feel his love's tight muscles clamping down around him. Pressing his forehead to his love's he waited as they started to relax. "That's it." He soothed. "Just like that."

Alec took a relieved breathed as he forced his body to relax. As much as he wanted more, as much as he needed more it wasn't worth scaring his husband. He had dreamt of his alpha taking him in this room, of him fucking him hard here more times than he could count.

In his dreams his hands weren't pinned and for some reason that he didn't understand he was loving his alpha pinning him down.

"That's it." Magnus said softly, pressing a soft kiss to his love's forehead when he felt the muscles of his young warrior's tight channel fully relax around him. "I'm going to let you go now."

"Don't." He said, shocked at the word that had just come out of his mouth. He had no idea why or how he had said it. He had never asked for anything like it before, he had never thought of anything like it before. All he knew was that he didn't want his husband to let him go. He didn't understand his desire for it, but he wanted it. In an instant his fantasy had changed, and he didn't know why.

Magnus was shocked by his young warrior's soft word. His Shadowhunter never relinquished control over anything. Not if he could help it. 'Interesting.' He thought.

"Alright." He said. "If that's what you want. But swear to me on your Angel that if at any time you want me to let go that you'll tell me."

"I swear on The Angel." Alec said, a new and foreign excitement coursing through him. He still didn't understand what was happening, but he knew that he needed it desperately.

"Okay." He said, pressing another soft kiss to his sweet omega's lips. Keeping his love's hands pinned firmly to the mat he eased himself back before thrusting gently back into him.

His alpha's soft kiss was a stark contrast to the firm grip on his hands. It send a beautiful shiver of pleasure down his spine. The pleasure that shot through him when his warlock pulled back and thrust gently back into him had him moaning. The beauty of the thrust was magnificent, his alpha's thick cock grazing slowly and gently across his prostate exquisite. He had had pleasure before, but not like this. This was somehow different. How, he didn't know.

Magnus reveled in the pleasure of the tight squeeze around his cock at his gentle thrust and at his husband's moan. Pulling further back, almost out he slammed back into his love knowing that having thrust so gently before that it would catch his angel off guard. The pleasure of the thrust was beyond words.

The squeeze of his angel's tight channel gripping him was beyond magnificent, it was exquisite. He couldn't help himself from doing it again and again. He pounded into his precious Alexander, listening to him moan out his pleasure beneath him.

Alec savored the beautiful pleasure of his husband's gentle thrust. He wasn't expected it when his alpha pulled further back, almost out back before slamming back into him. He hadn't been anticipating the hard thrust and was shocked by it but the pleasure that shot through every nerve in his body was beyond words. The hard scrape against his prostate was beyond magnificent, it was exquisite. Each hard thrust that came after was delicious, each hard scrape against his prostate more intense than the one before as his alpha pounded into him.

He couldn't form the words to beg for more. He couldn't cry out his pleasure. All he could do was moan beneath his warlock as his head started to spin from the absolute magnificence of the pleasure. He felt himself nearing his special place quickly, the place he went when he let everything go and he welcomed it more than he ever had before. All he wanted was to not think, to not worry about visions or wars or anything else. He just wanted to feel every ounce of the utter ecstasy of his husband fucking him without a care in the world.

Magnus knew that his young love was quickly approaching his special place when his moans started to soften, and he wanted to get him there. He wanted to wipe away all of his husband's worries for a while. He didn't want him to have to think, not about visions or wars or anything else. If his precious Alexander was feeling even an ounce of the utter ecstasy that he was feeling he wanted his young love to slip into that place feeling it without a care in the world.

He knew that his love had reached that place when he completely relaxed beneath him. He couldn't stop his cry of pleasure as he came inside his young warrior, the most magnificent orgasm ripping through him. He felt his angel's cock erupt between them and his love's body shudder hard beneath him and smiled. He knew from the intensity of the shudders racking his husband's body that he had found a magnificent release.

"Sweetheart?" He asked, panting for breath. "Talk to me, angel."

"Mm-hmm." Alec hummed softly.

Alec was lost in his special place, his senses overloaded from the indescribable pleasure that had shot through every nerve in his body as the most magnificent orgasm ripped through him. He didn't know that he was shuddering beneath his warlock. He just felt his mind start to slip away towards what he knew was sleep. He heard his husband's words but couldn't seem to form his own. All he could do was hum a soft response.

Magnus watched his precious Alexander's beautiful crystal blue eyes as they start to flutter closed and knew that his husband was falling quickly into sleep. As gently as he could he lifted his lips and eased out of his one true love.

"Sleep well my sweet angel." He said softly, pressing a soft kiss to his Shadowhunter's forehead as his lust blown crystal blue eyes fully closed.

Snapping his fingers he cleaned them up and dressed them, changing his young warrior into his favorite comfy clothes. He couldn't help but watch his angel for a moment as he slept. He wanted to hear his love's soft little snores but knew that they wouldn't come. His sweet omega was sleeping far too deeply for that.

Climbing to his feet he lifted the love of his life into his arms as gently and as carefully as he could, careful not to jostle him. He was going to carry his sleeping beauty upstairs and tuck him into bed hoping with all that he was that he would have nothing but sweet beautiful dreams.

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Weeping. A woman weeping. That's what Alec heard as he walked towards the bubbling creek outside the village. He had needed to get away. He had to get away. He loved his family and his husband with all that he was, but they were well past the point of driving him crazy. They were pushing his buttons in a dangerous way.

He had already been hating the idea of this two week rest period. Now that it was almost here his family had told him that they wanted him sitting on the sidelines of just about everything. They wanted to cut his lessons in half. They wanted to cut his lesson time down to two hours instead of the normal four. That he had protested and won. They had argued about it, his family insisting that they could cover it, but he had argued that it being covered wasn't the point.

He had argued that he couldn't just walk out of a lesson halfway through for someone else to take over it. There would be no consistency in the training. He couldn't teach his way for two hours just to have someone else try and teach a different way for another two. It would be frustrating and potentially confusing for his archers. They were used to his technique. When a lesson had needed to be covered in the past it had been primarily in a supervisory capacity, not instructional. And his archers needed instruction to learn new things, not two weeks of supervision practicing what they already knew.

His family also wanted to cut out their family training completely. He had tried to protest that too, telling them that it wasn't a strain. It was something that he enjoyed doing. That he loved that time with them. It was something they did together every day and had been doing together every day for a decade. But he had lost that argument. They had all just refused to train with him which had hurt deeply.

As far as actual training went the most they were willing to give him was two hours of solo time a day. He was going to protest that too when the time came. He couldn't put a clock on his solo time. Trying to limit it would just ruin it. Trying to let himself go while thinking about how much time he had left just wouldn't work. When he went to that special place he was there until he was done. Period. It could take an hour, or it could take five. He would also argue that it would be dangerous if anyone tried to interrupt him while he was working with weapons. Both for them and him. He fully expected then that they would just insist that he not train with weapons when adding weapons was a big part of creating new moves.

He had been expecting it when they had told him no time in the forge. He was free to design weapons on paper, but he wouldn't get to forge them. They could either forge them for him, or he could wait until after his heat. Did he have some ideas that he could sketch out? Yes. But forging them, making them perfect was also something he enjoyed. But they didn't want him in the heat. So he didn't bother to argue that one.

He did argue when they cut him out of tumbling and hand to hand lessons with their army. They had said that doing those lessons every day would be too strenuous. Yes, those lessons got pretty intense from time to time but they needed to be. They were training an army after all. He had argued that their army needed to see him, that he couldn't just disappear. And that he was a good teacher. They didn't deny that he was a good teacher. How could they? He had been teaching them since they were eight years old. And training other Shadowhunters for years before he presented. But they insisted that their army knew why he would be absent and understood. He had fought to at least get to supervise and there they had made a compromise. He could supervise every other day.

He had been adamant that they weren't taking his personal archery time. It just wasn't going to happen. He got so little of it already and archery was a part of his life. It had been since he was five years old. They had agreed that solo practice wouldn't be that strenuous and that it was something that he enjoyed but they had tried to put a time limit on that too. They had said that he would only get two hours a day. There they had hit a stalemate. He wasn't backing down and neither were they. That one he was going to win come hell or high water. That was also when things started getting heated, to really escalate.

They had insisted on naps, late mornings, and early nights even if that meant him getting help to sleep. He had dared them to come at him with magic or mundane drugs to force him into sleep. No one had the right to force him into something like that. They had argued that his body needed to be fully rested before his heat. But he had held his ground. No one was going to force his body to do anything even if that meant neither his mother or his husband could come within a ten foot radius of him. They had hit a stalemate on that one too. He had been so angry by that point over it all that his mom was worried about his blood pressure and said that they all should take time to cool off.

They hadn't yet addressed the snacks and heavier meals, something he would outright refuse too. He would eat when he was hungry and snack a little when he wanted to. They were not going to control his body. Not his food or sleep. That was something that he just wouldn't allow.

He also knew that his husband wanted to limit their intimacy. His alpha didn't know that he knew about that one yet, that he had overheard him and his mom talking. But that was something else he wouldn't allow. If his husband was going to turn him away leading up to his heat, he would turn his husband away completely during his heat. He would rather suffer through his heat alone than be told that he couldn't be intimate with his husband leading up to it. As miserable as going through his heat untouched might be, he wouldn't let his alpha touch him.

None of them knew that they were skirting a dangerous line, that they were pushing too hard and going too far. He was still a person and should be able to have some say in what did and didn't happen with his body.

When he had first found out that they wanted to put him on a 'restricted schedule' his alpha had said that they would sit down and talk about it after their honeymoon. He had said that adjustments could be made. So far he hadn't seen any adjustments and he felt that a lot of what they had planned out for him, to help him, they had no right to be planning out. He wasn't a child and there were just some things that were too personal for anyone else to plan out.

But he heard weeping. Picking up his pace he followed the sound as he rounded the corner of trees the stream snaked through. She was curled up, her arms wrapped around her knees and her face buried. But he recognized her anyway.

"Dot? What's wrong?" He asked, dropping down beside her. She looked up, her eyes puffy from tears. "Hey. It's okay. Talk to me."

"It's not okay, Alec. They're going to kill him." Dot said as it all went black.

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The metal door in the dark cell swung open.

"Get in there." A man said, shoving Dr. Greymark in. He landed on his knees as the door slammed shut behind him.

He knew where he was. He was in a cell deep beneath the Gard. A cell reserved for the worst of the worst Shadowhunter criminals. And he knew why he was there. He was sentenced to death. They had discovered his carefully guarded secret, and now he was going to die.

He looked around, trying to find the source of the woman crying in the dark. He couldn't see her, but he recognized her anyway. He had tended to her only days before, before she disappeared from the infirmary.

"Lydia?" He asked.

"Dr. Greymark?" Lydia hiccupped from the corner of the room. There was no light for her to see him. There was no light in these cells. "What are you doing here?"

"That doesn't matter right now." He said, crawling in the direction of her voice. "What are you doing down here?" He asked, finally bumping into her knee.

"They threw me down here after I presented." She said.

"What?" He asked, incredulous. He had thought that she had run off after her presentation in the infirmary. She had still been recovering from a serious head injury in the field when she presented as an omega. "Why?"

"Because I'm an omega." She sobbed. "Counsil Herondale is going to execute me. She said that I was a filthy omega whore and couldn't be allowed to breed."

"That's crazy." He said, at a total loss on what else to say.

"I understand now." She said, sniffling.

"Understand what?" He asked.

"Why Alec Lightwood disappeared." She said, a sob catching in her chest.

"Alexander!" Magnus shouted. "Alexander, wake up!"

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The maps laid out on the table before him were blurry, but that didn't matter. Alec knew Central Park like the back of his hand. And New York. He didn't need them right now. The plan was already forming in his mind. He would just use them later to calculate time and distances.

His initial headache from when his husband had woken him had tapered down from skull splitting pain to a sledgehammer pounding. He would have sworn that a crew of mundane building constructors were jackhammering from one temple to the other and back again had he not known better. But that didn't matter either. He had to focus on things that did.

He hadn't told anyone about his vision yet, not the details. His alpha had sent for his mom when he couldn't get the bleeding to stop. It had been hard to force out the word through the pain that wanted to pull him into unconsciousness. 'Dot.' At first, they hadn't understood. That's all he could say, and he could see now where that wouldn't make much sense.

It had been a battle to stay conscious when all he really wanted to do was slip into the dark that would take away the pain, at least for a few hours. That was a battle he had almost lost. The second word he had forced out was 'stop'. Once his mom had gotten his nose to stop bleeding, she had wanted to give him her mundane drugs for pain, but he wouldn't let her. They would have forced him into the black he had been trying so hard to avoid. He didn't have time for it. There was too much to do and not enough time.

She had managed to keep him in bed until he passed her 'neuro check', whatever that was. She had tried to explain it, but words really weren't registering much then. He would have to remember to ask her to explain it again later. She really didn't want him out of bed now. None of them did. Not his alpha or his father. And if he was honest with himself, he didn't want to be. But he knew that he had to be up. He had to be moving.

Once he had been able to form complete sentences, he had told them that he'd had a vision, obviously. And that he needed to see Dot. He didn't give details, just that he needed to see Dot. The warlock Dorthea Rollins, the woman he had seen weeping.

"Angel, please drink this." Magnus said, sitting a steaming mug of tea on the table beside his very pale Shadowhunter. He was worried. His husband had lost a lot of blood. Had Catarina not arrived when she did and used one of her emergency mundane treatments, well, he couldn't think about that now. Right now, all he could think about was his precious Alexander.

"Thanks." He said softly, picking up the mug with a trembling hand.

"Alec. Sweetie, please sit down." Cat said from the corner. She had been watching him and was worried. He was still far too pale, far more than his porcelain pail complexion allowed for. And after the amount of blood he had lost she didn't want him out of bed much less up on his feet.

She had refused to leave with her mate to portal back to Haven to get Dot, to bring her back to The Manor so her son could ask the questions that he obviously needed answers to before he would go back to bed. She wasn't willing to leave him until she was sure that he was out of danger which right now she wasn't sure that he was. His blood pressure had been very low when he had come downstairs, but thankfully it had started to come back up. Nephilim blood cells reproduced three times faster than a mundanes, but at that moment that fact didn't matter to her. All that mattered to her was her boy's wellbeing.

His visions always hit him hard, some harder than others. This was one of the worst he'd had in a long time. She knew that he still had to be in pain, pain he was hiding it well. She also knew that he was good at it, at hiding physical pain and discomfort. She had thought that they had moved past that, past his need to push his way through physical pain and into action. She also knew that something other than Dot was troubling him.

He hadn't given them any details of his vision, only that he needed to see Dot. When they had tried to ask why it was so important, why it couldn't wait a few hours while he recovered, he had just said 'There was too much to do and not enough time.' But he was going to take time after talking to Dot rather he wanted to or not.

"I'm fine, mom." Alec said, taking a small sip of his tea. He really didn't want it, but he knew that they would insist. She had said that he needed to stay hydrated. 'What is taking them so long?' He thought.

"Come on, sweetheart." Magnus said. "Please sit down." He said, pressing a soft kiss to his love's temple.

For some reason Alec found his alpha's soft kiss soothing. It didn't help the pain any, but it made him somehow feel better. Despite how upset he was about the first part of his vision, the part he was trying hard not to think about he saw no reason to deny his husband such a simple request. They would have to talk about that part when it was just the two of them. He couldn't think of any other reason why The Angel would have showed him that unless it was something that should be changed.

"Okay." He said softly. "What's taking them so long?" He asked, voicing his earlier thoughts.

"They should be back any time." Magnus said, pulling a chair up to the table for his young warrior. He knew that something was troubling his sweet omega, something that he wasn't ready to talk about, but whatever it was could wait. "Actually, they're here now." He said when he heard his silent ward alarm go off. Once his Shadowhunter was claimed and had magic of his own it would be something only they could hear. They would know any time someone portaled in or out of The Manor's perimeter. "Sit, love." He said, guiding his angel into the chair. 'He's still so unsteady.' He thought when his love swayed.

The creek of the backdoor was near deafening in Alec's ears making his head pound that much harder. He was trying to hide it, but light and sound was still an issue. A very painful issue that didn't seem to want to get any better. He watched as his father walked in first followed by the woman in his vision. Most warlock's looked like Dot. Dot and all nephilim could pass as a mundanes. Very few had warlocks carried their warlock marks on their skin like his mother and Ragnor Fell.

"Alec." Dot said, quickly looking him over. 'Lilith. Why is he out of bed?' She thought. They had all heard about his visions and the after affects. But to her knowledge outside of his family no one had seen them firsthand. "Your father said that you needed to see me." She said. 'What could be so important that it couldn't wait?' She thought, a ball of dread forming in her belly.

"Yes." He said, setting his tea aside. "I'm assuming that my father told you that I had a vision."

"He did." She said. "But I don't know what it has to do with me."

"I'm hoping to figure that out." He said. "Please, sit down."

Robert didn't hesitate to pull out a chair across the table from his son for Dot to sit. Anything he could do to speed this along so they could get his boy to go back to bed to be tended to by his mother he would do even if it was something this simple. He hadn't hesitated the portal out of Haven to The Manor when he found out that his beautiful Catarina had portaled out minutes earlier. He knew that for Magnus to have sent for her something had to be seriously wrong.

"Of course." Dot said, taking the seat Robert pulled out for her.

"Do you know a Shadowhunter named Dr. Greymark?" He asked, watching as the confusion in her eyes turned to dread.

"I've met him." She said, swallowing hard. The ball of dread in her belly had turned to a ball of lead.

"How do you know him, Dot?" He asked. He had always been good at reading people, and she was afraid.

"I um..." She started. "I first met him when you were little. The day I portaled your father back to the Institute when you had pneumonia."

"Go on." He prompted when she didn't say more.

"I don't know what you want me to say, Alec." She said softly.

"Okay." He said. "Let's try this a different way. Is there any reason why you would be crying over him? Or do you know what secret he may have that would get him killed if the Clave ever learned it?"

"Has something happened?" She asked, barely more than a whisper. "Is he alright?"

"For now." He said. "But I can't help him if I don't know what's going on."

"Okay." She said, a tear streaming down her cheek. 'They found out.' She thought. "You'll help him, won't you?" She asked. "You won't let them hurt him?"

"I will do anything and everything I can to help him but to do that I need answers." He said.

She nodded yes.

"Like I said, I first met Luke the day that I portaled your father back to the Institute after he got Hodge's fire message when you had pneumonia." She said. "It didn't take long for us to figure...it was a shock at first."

"What was a shock, Dot?" Cat asked, her heart racing. She had known Dot for a long time and knew things that the men in her life didn't.

"That um..." Dot started, quickly wiping a second tear away. "He's my mate."

"Your mate?" Magnus asked. "Dot, are you still involved with him?" He asked, instantly alarmed.

He knew that Ziva's father was a nephilim, he had just never known who that nephilim was. He may be the leader of the downworld but that didn't mean that he forced his people to reveal the details of their private lives. But if her mate was a Shadowhunter still working for the Clave he had to know.

"Yes." She said. "He's Ziva's father."

"Ziva's father?" Alec asked, thinking of the pretty little girl with dark hair and green eyes. Eyes he should have recognized. He had seen them enough times throughout his life. The eyes and the kind smile. "Does he know where you are?"

"No." She said. "I sent him a message before we came to Haven."

"He knows about Haven?" Magnus asked.

"No." She said. "He just knows that we're safe."

"Dot, I need you to tell me everything." Alec said, laying a calming hand on his alpha's arm. He knew that his husband was worried. That they all were. Dot may not be aware of all of the ways the Clave can get information out of Shadowhunters, very painful ways, but they did. And they needed to know what the Clave could find out.

"After we met, we started seeing each other in secret. At first it was just when I started portaling your father back and forth when he was away in Idris, when he would come home at night to check in on you and your sister. On Luke's days off we would meet somewhere away from the Institute until it was time for me to portal Robert back.

Then I moved to New York so we could be together more often. That's when I opened the antique shop and we started seeing each other every night he was off unless I was away. It was so much easier for us to see each other with me in New York. Five years ago, I got pregnant with Ziva. He was thrilled.

We wanted to run away, but we were afraid. We were afraid that the Clave would find us, the three of us and that we would be killed. We couldn't risk that. We couldn't risk Ziva, so we kept our little family a secret. Had I known then what I know now, about Haven and that Robert and Magnus knew about nephilim/downworlder relationships...I don't know. Back then Magnus couldn't stand Shadowhunters." She said, unsure what else to say.

"You should have come to me, Dorthea." Magnus said softly, his heart breaking for his old friend.

"Or me." Robert said. "You or Luke one. Either of you could have come to me."

"You both say that like it's so simple." Dot said. "Until a few months ago Magnus, you didn't have a nephilim mate. A Shadowhunter mate. Short of the nephilims and the Shadowhunter elders that were in Haven you couldn't stand Shadowhunters. And Luke isn't a Lightwood. You wouldn't have trusted him.

And Robert, how were we to know? How were we to know that if we came to you that we wouldn't have been handed over to the Clave? Until not too long ago you appeared to all the world to be the epitome of all that the Clave stood for. You were the head of one of the Clave's most prestigious Institutes, a high ranking official. And you most certainly didn't have a Cat for a mate. You hadn't even been in Haven in over a decade."

"The could of's and should of's really don't matter right now, guys." Cat said, laying a comforting hand on Dot's shoulder. "No one can say what may or may not have happened when you and Dr. Greymark first met or even when you had Ziva, Dot." She said, her mind racing through memories of every prenatal visit she had done and Ziva's delivery, the beautiful baby girl she had delivered in a small apartment above an antique shop in New York. The same beautiful little girl that was currently in Haven without her father. "Robert, you know him. Is he a good man? Can we trust him?"

"I've trusted Luke Greymark with the lives of my children since the day they were born." Robert said, mentally kicking himself for not knowing. For not knowing that two of his dearest friends were hiding a forbidden love. For not knowing if he could have helped them if he had known.

"I don't think that we need to be concerned as to rather or not Dr. Greymark is a danger to us or Haven." Alec said, all eyes turning to him. "I don't think that The Angel would have given me this vision if we weren't meant to save him.

In the vision he was in Idris. I think they called him in to tend to Lydia. The vision was a few days after she presented. They threw him in the same cell with her beneath the Gard. She's not due to present until Saturday."

"Lydia?" Dot asked.

"Lydia is the next Shadowhunter due to present as an omega. We were making plans to rescue her when...things happened. Now, after the vision we'll have to revisit that." He said. "But there are other things that we need to do first. We have to find out if Dr. Greymark is still in New York.

Dot, do you believe that if he was given a chance to leave the Shadowhunter World and come to Haven to be with you and Ziva that he would take it? That he would fight on our side?"

"In a second." She said. "He's wanted away from the Clave for years. Especially after The Dark War when they sent children into battle. He watched so many of them die. They were just children. Being a doctor...he was unable to help them and it broke his heart."

"Okay." He said. "So we find out if he's still in New York. If he is we have to make sure that he stays there. We have to make sure that he doesn't go to Idris."

"You're thinking get him while we get Aline." Robert said.

"Aline?" Dot asked.

"Another Shadowhunter that's going to present as an omega." Magnus said.

"I don't understand." She said. "I thought this war was against the Clave."

"This war is against the Clave. Not all Shadowhunters are the Clave, Dot. Having a Shadowhunter mate you should know that." Alec said. "And The Angel is showing me the Shadowhunters that are going to present as omegas before they present. We believe it's so that we can save them. I can't believe that he would be giving us this information if we're meant to just leave them to die.

Will they have a choice as to rather or not to join us? Yes. Will they all choose to? No. But we have to at least give them the choice and the chance. I actually believe that these presentations are what will start this war. As far as the Shadowhunter World knows there hasn't been an omega nephilim in centuries. Right now, they see my presentation as an oddity.

Once these presentations start happening for them it would appear that I was just the first. They will see these new presentations of the omega race as...a resurrection for the lack of a better word. And just like before with The Purge and The Great Purge there are those within the Clave who don't want to let the omega race live. They will kill all new omega's unless we save them.

As with all wars there will be two sides. Ours and theirs. It's not just the new omega Shadowhunters that will have a choice to make. It's their mates and their families. Their loved ones. And I'm willing to bet that some of those new omegas are going to find themselves with downworlder mate. I'm also willing to bet that some of the Shadowhunters that once would have stood beside the Clave will find themselves with a mate that they're either going to have to choose or reject, either an omega or a downworlders one. If there is one thing that I think we all know about war is that it can either divide or unite. This war will divide families. It will divide loyalties. It will also unite races and species.

This is about more than just those who already have omega mates or mixed species families and children. This is for every generation to come. New unions are going to come out of this war, Dot. New families and new loyalties. That's what we've been training you for. You and everyone else back in Haven. And as our ranks grow, that's we'll be training them for until this is done. But right now, right now we can only take it one omega and one Shadowhunter at a time.

Aline is going to be the first omega Shadowhunter that we bring into Haven. And Dr. Greymark is going to be the first Shadowhunter that we bring in because he chooses to be there, because he chooses to be with his downworlder mate and child. They will be the firsts but not the last."

"Okay." She said, a new realization dawning on her. When their army had formed not that long ago, they knew that they were going to be fighting to save countless lives, both present and future. But she hadn't realized just how many lives that might entail.

Alec and his family weren't going to be the only Shadowhunters to fight by their sides in this war. Her Luke will be there. Other Shadowhunter omegas will be there. Some of those omega's families will be there. And Shadowhunters that will find their mates in omegas or downworlders in the process will be there.

"Glad we got that cleared up." Magnus said, pride swelling in him for his beautiful Shadowhunter. Would the rest of Haven need to hear what his love had just told his old friend? Yes. Did those waiting back in Haven right now realize just how big this war was? He didn't think so. But they would find out soon enough.

"If Dr. Greymark is still in New York we will have to get word to him." Alec said. "If he is then we'll have to plan exit strategies and times for him and Aline both from the Institute, calculate commute times and routes to the park and to the rendezvous point working around patrols around the Institute and commute areas..." He started. "And if he's not then we have to locate him and Lydia in Idris, get word to them there so we can extract them after Lydia publicly presents on Saturday..." He said, his already throbbing head starting to spin with details and plans, places and times. 'Too much to do and not enough time.' He thought.

"That's enough, sweetie." Cat said. She could see by how quickly her son's pupils were dilating that he was going downhill fast and that they needed to wrap this up. "There's time. We don't have to plan everything out right this minute. It's time to rest now." She said softly.

"Catarina is right, love." Magnus said, gently brushing a lock of raven hair out of his angel's rapidly dilating crystal blue eyes. "You've spoken with Dorthea. You know what you needed to know. Your father can take her back to Haven and you can rest now."

"No." Alec said softly, the light above the table starting to sting his eyes. "I can't. We need exit strategies for four different scenarios and backup plans..." He started.

"Alexander, listen to me." Robert said softly but firmly, cutting Alec off.

Robert could see the wheels starting to turn behind his boy's beautiful crystal blue eyes. Wheels that didn't need to be turning yet. He needed to rest. He knew his son well enough to know that he could have initial exit strategies with backup plans with backup plans for the backup plans in a matter of hours using data from dozens of different sources already tucked away in his brilliant mind. But he didn't need to be thinking about that now.

If he didn't distract him his Alexander's mind would work on these plans rather he meant for it to or not. Not even sleep would stop it. If his mind stayed on the train of thought that it was on in now, in sleep his unconscious mind would take over and not shut down the way it needed to for him to get the rest he needed. He had already pushed himself harder and further since his vision than he should have, and he wasn't about to let his boy hurt himself any more than he already had.

Alec's head snapped up at the sound of his father voice, at his soft but firm words. His eyes watered at the searing pain that shot up the back of his neck at the sudden movement. His head was feeling more and more like it was going to explode by the minute.

"Don't do this now." Robert said. "This doesn't have to be done right now. There is time. You don't have to push yourself through this. I know that's hard because you've pushed yourself through things for so long. It's become ingrained. But you don't have to do that anymore. You need to give yourself time to recover."

"There's not..." He started.

"There is." Robert said, gently cutting him off again. "It won't take you long to work these plans out. No more than a few hours and we both know it. You'll have every possible scenario covered and these extractions will go off without a hitch. You won't need a single one of the half a dozen backup plans you will have in place for any of them. But how about before we start planning we find out what exactly it is we need to be planning? Aren't you always saying that you can't form a solid plan without all the facts?

I'll find out where Luke is, be it in New York or Idris. We also need to find out exactly where Lydia is in Idris. She's probably in the infirmary at the Idris Institute, but we need to know more than that. We need to know what floor, what wing and what room. How about you let me work on getting all that while you get a little rest and your mom tends to that headache. In a few hours we'll know more, and we can go from there."

"Um..." He started, confused. His father had never stopped him from planning out missions before or taken part in gathering the details for them. "But I have to..." He started, unsure how to finish.

"Son, you don't need to do this right now." Robert repeated. "You have to learn how to take care of yourself. To put your own needs first from time to time. You're going to be a father. If not nine months from now, you will be at some point and you'll have to know when to slow down, when to stop and how to not push yourself so hard. You'll have to for your babies." He said softly.

Magnus was grateful that his father-in-law's words had caught his Shadowhunter's attention, distracting him from thoughts and worries that he didn't need to be having right now. And every word Robert had said was true. His angel was going to have to learn when to slow down, when to stop, and how to stop pushing himself so hard.

Watching his love's father with him now he wondered how he had ever thought that the little boy he had watched come into this world had become a monster. He hadn't. He had just gotten lost in a world they both hated while trying to do what he thought was best for his children. He had only wanted to protect them even when that protecting hurt them.

"He's right, sweetheart. You do need to learn those things." He said. "Don't think about these missions right now. You do have to take care of yourself. You'll only hurt yourself otherwise. We all know that you're in pain. That you're exhausted. This vision hit you really hard and you need to rest now. You need to let Catarina take care of you. Stepping away for a few hours isn't the end of the world. There is time.

You've done what you needed to do for now. You have the information that you need. Dorthea gave you that. Now you need to rest."

"As far as these plans go son, they can wait a little while." Robert said, hoping with all that he was that his little trooper would listen to reason.

"As for what's gone on tonight, I'm sure that Dorthea won't say anything to anyone. Will you, Dorthea? About anything that's been discussed." He said, giving Dot a pointed look.

"Not a word. Warlocks honor." Dot said, smiling at her old friend and his young love. At the Shadowhunter that had stolen his heart. She would grant them any request in the world. She trusted Alec to lead them in this war, a war she now understood quite a bit better than she had just an hour before.

She, like most of the residents of Haven really had no idea how far this war was going to go, how many lives it would touch and change. They hadn't thought about all of the Shadowhunters that may be joining their ranks, Shadowhunters like Alec, his family, and like her Luke. Her Luke. Her beautiful Ziva's daddy. They were going to give her baby girl's daddy back to her.

She had just been given details that she was sure weren't meant to be shared yet about a mission that no one outside of the circle of leaders they had chosen knew of, a mission she wouldn't compromise if her life depended on it. She wouldn't risk the mission that would save her Luke.

"Um...okay." Alec said, meeting Dot's eye. He saw the truth of her words there. She wouldn't speak of the mission that she had just learned of, of the mission that he knew that his father was trying to distract him from planning out right then and there, a mission that he knew was very dear to her.

Had he known that Dr. Greymark was her mate and Ziva's father sooner he would have moved heaven and earth to get him to safety sooner if he could have. Luke Greymark was the man who had delivered him and his baby sister safely into this world, and his Clare-bear, and his brothers. He had treated every majorly broken bone, every bout of demon poisoning and every other ailment any of them had ever had.

But he knew that his father was right. He did have to stop pushing himself so hard. He did have to put his own needs first from time to time because he was going to be a father, a father who wouldn't risk his children the way Mayrse had.

He couldn't help but think about what his father had said when they had first arrived in Haven. Now he knew who the warlock his father had spoken of when he had told them that he had called in an 'old friend' to weaken the wards around the storage room at the Institute was. He hadn't known that his father had portaled back to the Institute every night to watch over them for a few hours when he was supposed to be away in Idris, or that it was Dot that had taken the time out of her own life every night to do it. She could have been with her mate without doing his father that kindness. Without doing him and his Izzy'diz that kindness.

He remembered now. He remembered stirring in the night from the aches and pains that came with hard training only to find his dad by his side and his soft voice telling him to go back to sleep as he tucked his blankets around him. Something he had always thought was a dream the next day because his father was so, so far away. Now he knew that they hadn't been dreams. His dad had been there.

"Robert, why don't you go ahead and take Dot back while Magnus and I settle Alec in?" Cat said.

"Yeah. Okay." Robert said. He could see that he had succeeded in distracting his boy. His son was going to let his mission plans and exit strategies go for now.

"Um...you're sure Clary's alright?" Alec asked.

"She's fine, son." He said. "She's resting, just as you should be."

"Someone's tending to her?" Alec asked.

"Tessa is watching over her, but she's fine." He said. "She was sleeping when I got there. I checked on her myself. And Jace is with her. She's in no danger."

"Okay." Alec said softly. "Promise me you'll tell me if that changes?" He asked. He had been worried about his Clare-bear, his parabatai, since he had been able to think clearly. He hated that he was hurting her, hating himself.

"Yes." He said. "Now, let Magnus and your mom get you to bed. I'm sure that your mom wants to tend to you, to get you feeling better."

"Okay." Alec said softly. He was tired and in pain. He knew that he still medical attention. He knew that he shouldn't have gotten out of bed, but he'd had to talk to Dot. He'd had to know what the connection was in his vision. He'd been certain that there was a connection. And he had been right. But now that he knew what that connection was everything else could wait. As much as he hated stepping away from what he knew had to be done, he knew that he had to. "Thanks for coming, Dot. You have me the information that I needed to know."

"No, Alec." Dot said. "Thank you. You're going to give my baby her daddy back. You get some rest."

Alec nodded yes.

"I'll be back soon." Robert said. "Okay?"

"Okay." He said. "Will you look in on Clary again?"

"I planned on it." Robert said.

Without another word he watched his dad and Dot slip out the back door into the night.

"Come on, sweetie." Cat said. "Let's get you back to bed."

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Chocolate, vanilla, coffee, and musk. Alec's favorite scent, his alpha's scent, wrapped around him like a warm cocoon. He felt safe and secure in his husband's arms. His head was still splitting but resting with his head on his warlock's shoulder was comforting.

The morphine his mother had given him hadn't so much as dented his headache, but he wasn't going to tell her that. She would just want to give him more of her mundane drugs and he didn't want that. He despised them with a passion. But he had relented when she had wanted to start an IV. She had said that he needed the fluids, that they would help him regain his strength.

He had somehow managed to push all thoughts of mission plans and exit strategies for the upcoming missions to the back of his mind. It was something he had never been able to do before, but he had other things on his mind. More important things. He couldn't stop thinking about his parabatai. His Clare-bear. His wonderful, beautiful, kind, and gentle Clare-bear.

When he had asked her five years ago to be his parabatai she had been so happy. And during their parabatai ceremony he could see the joy in her eyes. He had asked her to be his parabatai because he loved her like a little sister and had wanted to protect her. To always protect her. But he wasn't. He wasn't protecting her. He was hurting her at every turn and was coming to hate himself for it more and more every day. He had sworn to himself that he would do anything and everything to keep her safe from harm and he was failing her.

He could remember their parabatai ceremony perfectly, as if it was only yesterday. He could still smell the sweet scent of the candles; see her shimmering green dress and the sparkling clips she wore in her hair. He could still feel their arms wrapped around each other's as they took the oath that would bind them. He could still hear their words as they said them echoing in his ears. 'Entreat not to leave thee, or return from fallowing after thee, for whither thou goest, I will go, and where thou lodgest, I will lodge. Thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God. Where thou diest, I will die, and there I will be buried. The Angel do so to me, and more also, aught but death part thee and me.'

He could still feel the angelic bond snapping into place, a bond that he cherished. He could still feel the slight sting and burn of the parabatai rune as it formed on his skin. And he could still see her happiness shining in her bright green eyes, eyes that were made that much brighter by the flickering candlelight.

He wondered if she would have agreed to be his parabatai if they had known then what they know now, that the bond between them would cause her so much pain.

He knew that he had almost died that day and that she had felt the pain of it ripping through her. His father had assured him that she was fine which was a relief, but it offered no real comfort. The thought of the pain that she would endure for an eternity had he died only solidified his hatred for himself. She would have spent an eternity feeling the pain and loss of losing her parabatai, something that never faded. It never went away.

But more than anything he was scared for her. He still hadn't forgiven himself for leaving her vulnerable in the field during his first heat. Yes, their family had covered her and kept her safe, but she had been vulnerable because of him. Then she had suffered for weeks throughout his recovery. She hadn't said anything, and she never would, but he knew that it had been hard on her. He also knew that it had been harder than it should have been because their bond was so strong, stronger than it had been before. They didn't know why their bond had become so strong, but for some reason that they didn't understand it had.

They all knew that his visions could hit him hard, sometimes harder than others and that they could hit at any time. He was terrified of what could happen if he had one during combat. Not for himself, but for her. For what it would do to her and the danger it would put her in. He couldn't bear the thought of her being hurt or killed because of him.

He also couldn't get the thought of what could happen to her if he was to have a vision while she was pregnant. She would carry a child in her womb at some point and the thought of something happening to that child because of him was eating him up inside. He knew in his heart that he would never forgive himself if she lost a child because of him, a child she would ache and grieve for for all of eternity. And how many children would she lose throughout eternity because of him? Because of his visions and how much they affected her. He wasn't stupid. He knew that his visions were having a far greater impact on her than his family was letting on. He knew that they were keeping just how bad things got for her from him.

He knew that sometimes their intimacy rune helped. That it would block out the aftereffects of the vision. But only when they weren't life threatening. The problem was he'd had more than one that had been life threatening. That was the way the intimacy bond worked. It didn't work if one of them was in mortal danger. He didn't know yet how the vision he'd had that afternoon had affected her. No one would tell him. But he imaged him nearly bleeding to death would have hit her pretty hard.

Magnus could feel the tension radiating off his Shadowhunter in waves. He was surprised that his sweet omega was still awake. Catarina's mundane pain medications always put his young love to sleep. He had hoped that once his angel had gotten settled into bed and some pain relief that he would get the sleep that he so desperately needed. His husband had nearly scared him to death that day. When he hadn't been able to stop the bleeding, he had been panicked. He had sent a message to his oldest and dearest friend in Haven. He had prayed to anyone and anything that would listen that she would get there in time. Thankfully she had. She had gotten there in minutes, but it had felt like hours.

She had managed to get his love's nose to stop bleeding with some powerful medication that was used in mundane emergency rooms to stop severe nosebleeds. He knew that he would never forget what he had seen that day. The image of his precious Alexander vomiting up the blood he had swallowed would haunt him for the rest of his days. And his pain. He hated what was happening to his young warrior. He may no longer hate all Shadowhunters, but he had come to hate their angel. The Angel Raziel.

Gideon Lightwood's journal said that the visions would get easier, but they didn't seem to be. For his young love they just seemed to be getting harder and harder. He wished that he could talk to Ragnor, to find out what he had done to help Gideon Lightwood through his visions. But he couldn't. His mentor had been murdered by the Clave.

He wanted more than anything to help to his own Shadowhunter, the angel sent to him from the heavens, but he didn't know how. All he could do in this moment was to try and comfort him in some way, to ease his mind of all that was troubling him, but he didn't know how to do that either.

"Something on your mind, sweetheart?" He asked, pressing a soft kiss to his husband's forehead. "Are you in pain?"

"A bit." Alec said softly. He couldn't lie to his alpha. He wouldn't.

"I'll get Catarina." He said.

"No. That's okay." Alec said, snuggling into his warlock's chest.

"Do you want to talk about what's troubling you, angel?" He asked softly. "Is it the missions?"

"No." Alec said. He wasn't sure that he wanted to talk about what was on his mind.

"Care to share what it is then?" He asked, pressing another soft kiss to his husband's forehead.

"Clary." Alec said softly.

"She's fine, love." He said. "Catarina went and checked on her herself."

"This time." Alec said. "She's fine this time. But what about next time? Or the time after that? Or the time after that?

What happens if I have a vision while she's doing a complicated training exercise? Or when she's up on the high beam? What happens if I get one while we're out in the field? In combat? I've already left her vulnerable in combat once."

Magnus knew that Biscuit being left vulnerable during his heat had bothered his Shadowhunter since it had happened, that he had really beat himself up over it, but he hadn't known that it was still a troubling issue for his young warrior.

"That had nothing to do with your visions, angel." He said, reaching up to gently caress his precious Alexander's cheek.

"I know." Alec said softly. "But it shouldn't have happened. It's my fault it happened. And it's my job to protect her not put her in danger. She's my parabatai." He said, tears welling in his tired crystal blue eyes. "And these visions. They're not fair to her.

Because of me she's been hurt over and over again and there's nothing I can do to stop it."

"It's not because of you, sweetheart." He said softly, fighting desperately to keep the demon in him back. His husband was upset enough. His pain and fear for his parabatai, the sweet little pixie that he had wanted so desperately to protect just made his hatred for his love's angel grow that much stronger. "You can't control these visions."

"I know." Alec said. "But that doesn't change things. Knowing that doesn't keep her safe."

"Sweetheart..." He started.

"What if she gets hurt because of me?" Alec asked, cutting him off. "What if she gets killed? This isn't what she signed up for when she agreed to be my parabatai."

"It's not because..." He started.

"It is." Alec insisted, cutting him off again. "She's suffering through these visions because of me. I won't be able to live with myself if something happens to her." He said softly, a tear running down his cheek. "And there are so many ways she could be hurt. What if something like today happens and I don't make it..." He started, unable to finish.

"Don't say that, love." He said. "You can't think like that."

"I can't help it." Alec said. "If I died, she would spend the rest of eternity feeling the loss of her parabatai, a pain that never goes away. The loss of a parabatai is one of the worst things that could happen to a Shadowhunter." He said, another tear rolling down his cheek. "What if I have a vision like the one I had today while she's pregnant, alpha? Because we both know that one day she'll be pregnant. What will happen to her baby?

The pain and loss of that...for eternity. How will she ever forgive me for that? I know that I will never be able to forgive myself."

Magnus could feel his blood starting to boil and could only hope that his husband couldn't feel his anger.

"Please don't be upset." Alec said softly, knowing that his warlock was battling to keep the demon that lived inside him locked in its cage, to control his anger.

"It's alright, sweetheart." He said, pressing another soft kiss to his sweet omega's forehead. His love's soft words somehow had managed to calm him a bit. He could feel the demon that lived inside him slide back into its cage at his angel's simple request. Not even the demon in him could resist his Shadowhunter.

"It's just not fair." Alec said, reaching up to wipe his tears away. "I'm supposed to protect her. Not hurt her. And that's all I seem to be doing."

"It's not your fault, angel." He said softly, hoping that if he said the words enough times that his young love would finally believe them. "You haven't done anything wrong."

"That...that doesn't matter." Alec said. "It doesn't change anything. I took an oath. I made a promise, a promise to her. And I swore to myself that I would never hurt her, ever. I swore that I would protect her and keep her safe. Rather these visions are 'my fault' or not I am hurting her and there's nothing I can do about it." He said again, sniffling. The pain of crying wasn't helping his headache, it was only making it worse, but he didn't care. All he cared about; all he could think about was his parabatai. His Clare-bear. His precious little pixie. "I wish there was a way...a way to shield her from this. To keep her safe. To block the effects of these stupid visions out."

"How are you feeling, sweetie?" Cat asked as she came in, Robert right behind her. She almost stopped in her tracks when he saw her precious boy crying in his oldest and dearest friend's arms, her heart breaking at the sight. But she didn't. As much as she wanted to be a mom to him in that moment, the mom he had always needed but had never had, she knew that she couldn't be. She had to be Catarina Loss the doctor because that was what he needed her to be more. 'Maybe when I'm done.' She thought.

"Okay." Alec said, wiping his tears away. He didn't want his parents to see them.

Before Magnus could say another word to his young love his oldest and dearest friend had walked in. He knew by the look in her eyes that she wanted nothing more in that moment than to be 'mom'. But he knew that she couldn't be. As much as his angel needed his mom, something he'd never had before, he knew that he still needed medical attention and that she would put that need first. Then she could be the mother he had always deserved. 'Maybe when she's done.' He thought.

"We've talked about his, Alec." Cat said as the crossed the room to him, to the medical supplies she had laid out. She was surprised that he was still awake. She had given him a hefty dose of morphine after she had started his IV. If he was still awake, she was certain that he was still in pain and that pain would only be made worse by crying. "You have to be honest with me when you're not feeling well. Are you still in pain?"

"Yes." Alec said softly. His mom was right. They had talked about him being honest about how he was feeling. She had to be able to trust him. If she couldn't trust him now, how was she going to be able to trust him when he was pregnant? How was she going to tend to his babies?

"Did the medicine help?" She asked, adjust the drip on his IV. Her boy still looked far too pale.

"A little." Alec said. "It's not as bad as it was before."

"Okay." She said. "It's good that it helped, but I'm going to give you a little more."

"Please don't." Alec said, turning his head to look up at her. He winced at the movement, pain shooting up the back of his neck into his skull.

Cat didn't miss her boy's reaction to the simple movement of turning his head. Rather he wanted it or not, she had to help him.

Robert's heart had broken the moment he had walked into the room and seen his son crying in his husband's arms. He had already been so weak when he had been settled into bed. He had thought that he would find his little trooper asleep when they had come in to check on him. His beautiful Catarina had wanted to check his vitals and make sure that he was resting comfortably. But he hadn't expected this. To find his beautiful boy so emotional and still in pain.

"I know that you don't like the medicine, sweetie." Cat said, filling a syringe. "But sometimes you're going to need it. Now's one of those times." She said. "So what do you say? Will you let me help?" She asked. She could give him a larger dose of the morphine she had hoped would ease his pain and help him sleep.

He was a nephilim and would always need larger doses of medications than mundanes would, their genetic makeups were so different. But he was still weak from blood loss and she knew that she would have to be careful. If she wasn't, if she miscalculated, she could easily accidentally give him too much. It also concerned her that he might be developing an immunity to the morphine. Going forward she would need to use something else, rotate his medications out as they had when he was a child.

"Come on, sweetheart." Magnus said, pressing yet another soft kiss to his Shadowhunter's forehead. The pain he had seen in his sweet omega's eyes when he had turned his head to rest it back on his shoulder had confirmed his fears. His love was in far more pain that he was letting on. "Let Catarina help. You need to rest, and you shouldn't be in unnecessary pain."

"Clary?" Alec asked.

"Is sleeping." Robert said, watching his sweet boy. He hated that his son was suffering. He had seen him suffer so much since their family had arrived in Haven and had a serious bone to pick with The Angel Raziel for it. "She'll rest better if you're resting."

"Okay." He said softly. He did want the pain to go away, but he wanted to spare is Clare-bear any unnecessary pain even more. If taking his mom's mundane drugs would make her more comfortable, as much as he hated them, he would take them for her.

He didn't watch as his mother connected the syringe to his IV. He didn't want to. All he could do was think about his parabatai and the promises he had made to her.

"Entreat not to leave thee." He said softly as he felt the warmth of the medication start to wash over him. "Or return from fallowing after thee, for whither though goest, I will go, and where though lodgest, I will lodge." He said just a little softer as the throbbing pain started to ease and the call of sleep began to pull him in. "Thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God. Where though diest, I will die, and there I will be buried." He said, barely more than a whisper as his sleepy eyes began to flutter. "The Angel do so to me, and more also, aught but death part thee and me." He said, barely a whisper of breath as his eyes finally closed and he drifted into a painless sleep.

"What was that?" Cat asked softly, gazing down at her finally sleeping boy.

"The parabatai oath." Robert said, just as softly. His heart had shattered into to pieces hearing his son's soft words. He knew then what had been on his little troopers' mind when they'd walked in, what had been the cause of his tears. 'Clary.' He thought. His beautiful boy had been thinking about his parabatai.

"Oh." She said softly. She had never heard the parabatai oath before but knew that the forging of a parabatai bond was most sacred. The bond was forged using incredibly strong angelic magic, the ritual performed by a Silent Brother. Parabatai bonds had always been strong, but according to her Robert, Alec and Clary's was the strongest the Shadowhunter World had ever known. And it had only grown stronger since his presentation.

She knew then what had caused her boys tears. He had been thinking about his parabatai and worrying over her. She had thought that portaling to Haven herself to check on Clary, to reassure him that she was alright would make him feel better. She knew then that it hadn't. "He should sleep for the night, Magnus. I gave him the strongest dose I safely could." She said, tucking her son's favorite soft satin duvet around him.

"Thank you, Catarina." Magnus said, holding his angel close. He had never heard the Shadowhunter parabatai oath before and hearing his Shadowhunter say it now as he drifted into sleep had shattered his already broken heart into pieces. He felt helpless. He didn't know how to help his love, or Biscuit. All he knew was that he would have to find a way. A way to help them both.

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