Chapter Text
It was a cold October day in New York City. Orange leaves dressing the sidewalk pavements, rustling. Smell of fresh brewed coffee escaping through the cafe doors inviting numb-fingered customers inside. Children running to school with their snug fitting scarves and beanies. Angelo delivering fresh tomatoes and basil to the Italian restaurant around the corner. People rushing to the subway knowing they are gonna be late for work, again. And somewhere in Brooklyn, close to the East River, up on the fifth floor, little Max Lightwood-Bane was peacefully snoring in his bed, the little tabby, Chairman Meow, fast asleep next to him. His brother, Rafael, was curled up in his bed, the book he had been reading the night before still open on his blanket. The house was quiet. In another room, down the corridor, Magnus Bane was wrapped around his partner, Alec Lightwood, all warm and cozy under the crimson comforter. The light was peeking through the curtains promising a new day. Magnus had already stirred awake, much to his chagrin. He wanted nothing more than to stay in bed with his love, Alec, cuddling and forgetting the outside world. Except that he had two little munchkins, his sons, sleeping in the other room, and that they were all expected at the Institute for the engagement party of Isabelle Lightwood and Simon Lewis.
Magnus buried his face in Alec’s neck, inhaling his scent, and draped his leg over Alec’s, cuddling closer. Then he moved his lips to the large Deflect rune on Alec’s neck and kissed it, humming. Alec groaned lightly as he was slowly awakened with Magnus’ lips glued to his neck.
“Uhmm, what time is it?” mumbled Alec sleepily.
“Mmm, I don’t know exactly. 7:30? 8? It’s still early,” said Magnus, rubbing his feet along Alec’s.
“It’s quiet. The boys are still sleeping,” said Alec adjusting his head on the pillow.
“Uhum,” murmured Magnus, rocking his hips against Alec’s -turned on- and moved his hand to Alec’s crotch, palming him gently.
Alec, aware of his lover’s growing erection, turned his head to look at him. Magnus stilled for a moment staring into Alec’s hazel eyes, a little smirk on his lips. He lowered his head and gave Alec a cat lick on the lips.
“Good morning.”
Alec smiled at him. “Morning. Looks like someone’s in the mood.”
Magnus brushed his lips against Alec’s. “Mhmm.”
Alec turned his body and Magnus crawled on top of him, grinding down, capturing Alec’s lips with his. Alec wrapped his toned arms around Magnus’ torso holding him close. Magnus moved his nimble fingers to Alec’s waistband, working to undo the knot on his pajama pants. Alec’s fingers roaming his back. Magnus sat up straddling Alec’s hips.
“What do you…ugh…why have you made the knot so tight?” complained Magnus.
Alec chuckled. Magnus gave up and with a snap he undid the knot with his magic. Then he ducked down again for a kiss, sloppy and heated. The warlock was definitely in a hurry.
“Mag…Magnus, wait,” said Alec trying to escape his lover’s lips.
“What? Why?”
“We gotta wake the kids up and get ready to leave. You know I have to take care of a few things at the Institute before the celebration.”
Magnus rolled his eyes, frustrated.
“I will get them ready in no time. I promise,” said Magnus as he rolled his hips and dipped his tongue out, licking a line up Alec’s chin to the tip of his nose.
Alec’s grip on Magnus’ butt hardened causing the warlock to moan.
“That is so not true. You will take forever to get ready,” said Alec moving Magnus by the hips in a back-and-fro motion.
Magnus bit his lip and dragged his blunt nails over Alec’s covered chest.
“I bet I can dress them faster than you can come…mmh.”
Suddenly Alec flipped their positions in a flash, taking Magnus by surprise. Magnus’ breath hitched, lying there underneath Alec, speechless.
“I take that as a challenge,” said Alec.
“I dare you to,” countered Magnus, sitting up to steal a kiss only to be pushed back down by Alec. “If you’re gonna do it, then just do it already,” encouraged the warlock rolling up his hips.
With a flick of a wrist Magnus rid them both of their clothes. The direct contact of Alec’s bare body was nothing new to him but Magnus never got tired of it. It always felt thrilling having Alec so close, skin on skin.
Magnus bent his knees and opened his legs to Alec, encompassing his man in between.
“I swear to your Angel, Lightwood, if you don’t get to work NOW…”
“What are you gonna do?” said Alec rocking down hard on Magnus, gripping the back of his thigh. “You’re gonna punish me?”
Magnus groaned at the contact and pulled Alec down by the shoulders and crashed his lips against Alec’s. He quickly curled his fingers around Alec’s cock and pumped him a few times while kissing him wildly with teeth and tongue.
“Just get inside me already,” Magnus spoke in between kisses.
Alec, devouring Magnus, guided his cock to his lover’s magically lubed entrance and pushed in, burying his member inside Magnus’ tight walls, stretching him open.
“Oh fuuuuck, Alexander,” Magnus blurted out, squeezing Alec’s butt cheeks, panting in the crook of Alec’s neck.
Alec merely grunted somewhat loudly into Magnus’ hair, which turned into a chuckle, causing Magnus to laugh in the process as well. Magnus threw his head back onto the pillow exposing his throat, panting. Alec latched his lips onto the exposed flesh, sucking as he started to move inside his lover.
“Uuuuh, baby, you can wreck me like this every day, nghhh,” claimed Magnus.
“Then you…uh…you wouldn’t be able to…uh fuck…be able to walk,” said Alec.
Magnus moved his hands up and down Alec’s back, biting Alec’s collarbone. “I don’t care…fuck…mhhh…go faster.”
Alec snapped his hips speeding up his movements. “I don’t think our kids would a-appreciate that.”
Magnus lifted up his bent knees to his chest, exposing himself completely. “Go faster, darling. Give me all you got…uhh Ahhh.”
“What…what time is it?” asked Alec, breathless.
“What the fuck, Alec…mmm…forget the time. Focus on this,” said Magnus a little annoyed as he clenched around Alec causing the Shadowhunter to curse repeatedly. “Harder, Alexander. Harder, baby.”
A sheen of sweat had started building on Alec’s shoulders, moving vigorously inside Magnus, focusing on his orgasm building. He wrapped his calloused hand around Magnus’ throbbing cock and started jerking him off.
Magnus moaned loudly as Alec hit his prostate dead on. “Do that again!”
Alec repeated his action again and again, driving Magnus crazy with pleasure.
Suddenly there came a knock.
“Daddy?” It was the voice of little Max Lightwood-Bane calling.
“Shit!” exclaimed Alec, stilling his movements. “Y-yes, blueberry?” replied Alec, trying to control his voice.
Magnus roamed his hands all over Alec’s glistening chest and abs, marveling at the beauty of his lover’s physique. Involuntarily Magnus clenched and unclenched around Alec’s buried cock.
“Stop!” said Alec under his breath, shutting his eyes.
Magnus snickered, the mischievous devil that he was.
“Daddy, he wet himself again,” called another voice, Rafael’s.
Magnus felt Alec wanting to pull out and immediately stopped him. “Don’t you fucking dare!”
Alec huffed and looked back towards the door. “It’s ok, Max.”
Magnus nudged Alec to continue and the Shadowhunter, seeing the adorable menacing look in his eyes, started moving again. Magnus lay there completely at Alec’s mercy trying to focus on giving him the utmost pleasure.
“Rafe, change your brother’s…c-clothes till I come.”
“Ok, Daddy. Come on, Max.”
Alec was close. And by the looks of it so was Magnus. They were trying to be quiet now that the children were awake.
“No, I want Daddy,” protested the little warlock. “Daddy, come!”
“Yes, Daddy, come!” repeated Magnus, dragging his nails down Alec’s chest, biting his lip to suppress a moan.
This caused Alec’s thrusts to falter as he was on the brink of orgasm. “I’ll…I’ll be right there, son,” said Alec, his last word almost a whisper.
“Come for me, Daddy,” said Magnus, determined to unravel Alec. And that did it as Alec spilled inside Magnus, burying his moans in Magnus’ neck.
Magnus moaned feeling Alec’s cum flooding his channel while the Shadowhunter rode out his orgasm.
Alec, panting hard, just collapsed over Magnus. The warlock wrapped his legs around him, running his hands in his hair, soothing him as the Nephilim worked on regaining his breath.
“Mmmm, that was so hot,” whispered Magnus in Alec’s ear.
Alec chuckled but after a moment he looked at Magnus and said, “But you didn’t finish.”
“Daddy, come nooow,” little Max pleaded, kicking the door.
Magnus kissed Alec’s chin quickly and said, “Go! I take care of it myself. Go, before your son breaks down this door.”
Alec laughed, his eyes crinkling, and gave Magnus a quick kiss before he pulled out.
Magnus moaned at the empty feeling and stretched his legs that were aching from the position they had been in. Alec quickly pulled on his boxers and pajama pants and grabbed his discarded t-shirt. He went to the door while putting on his shirt. He opened the door and was met by a distressed Max whose face was wet with tears, clutching his monkey plushie, and Rafael, like a big brother, standing next to him holding his hand. Alec closed the door and picked Max up, who had already stretched up his arms, and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.
“It’s ok, blueberry. Daddy’s gonna get you all cleaned up,” comforted Alec and took his eldest son’s hand with a smile, walking towards the children’s bathroom.
Max, all cleaned-up after his bath, wearing fresh clothes, ran towards the kitchen. Magnus, wearing a jade-colored robe over black pajama bottoms called after him, “Slow down, blueberry!”
He followed the little warlock, cradling Rafael’s head by his side. In the kitchen, little Max was standing on a chair taking the bag of flour out of the pantry. Magnus snapped his fingers stopping the sack mid-air before it could crash to the floor and covering everything in white.
“What are you doing, son?” asked Magnus as he walked towards his youngest.
“I want Daddy to make us pancakes.”
Magnus smiled and smacked a kiss on the boy’s cheek as he set him down on the floor. “I don’t think we’re gonna have time for that, blueberry. We gotta get ready and go to the Institute. Aunt Izzy is waiting for us. How about Papa gets you some right now though? Hmm?”
Max pouting said, “No. I want the ones Daddy makes. With the sprinkles on them.”
“I’ll get you some with sprinkles.”
Max shook his head. He knew what he wanted and would not compromise no matter how awesome he always thought his Papa was when he did magic.
“What’s wrong?” said Alec, fresh out of the shower wearing black jeans and an olive green sweater, when he entered the kitchen.
“Max wants you to make pancakes, Daddy,” informed Rafael who was sitting at the table with Chairman Meow in his lap.
Alec, seeing the sad blue face of his son, went and knelt down by him and said, “We’re kinda in a hurry, Max. How about Papa gets you guys some instead?”
“No, I want your pancakes, with sprinkles.”
“I’m sure he can get you sprinkles,” promised Alec holding his son’s tiny hand in his.
“I wanna see Papa do it,” spoke Rafael with eagerness.
“At least one of my sons thinks I’m cool,” retorted Magnus feigning hurt.
Max quickly wrapped his little arms around Magnus’ legs hugging him.
“You are awesome, Papa.”
Alec and Magnus both flashed a huge smile. Magnus ruffled his son’s hair. “So is that a yes to Papa’s pancakes?”
Max looked at his brother who nodded his head eagerly. Then he looked at his Daddy.
“I promise to make you some tomorrow and you can even help me. What do you say?” said Alec.
Max then looked up at his Papa and said, “Ok.”
Magnus smiled and picked his little warlock up and set him down on one of the chairs. Exchanging a smile with Rafael he moved his hands and summoned two plates of pancakes with lots of sprinkles on top, along with two cups of hot chocolate. Both his sons were watching him with utter fascination, eyes wide. They knew they had the coolest father ever. Magnus set the plates and cups on the table in front of the boys. Alec gave them each a fork and the hungry little Lightwood-Banes dug in.
Magnus moved back, leaning on the counter, watching his sons devour their breakfast while laughing and talking to each other. He watched Rafael with his messy black hair, just like his Daddy's, stuffing his mouth and little Max clutching his fork with his cute and chubby blue fingers, dangling his legs under the table.
Alec came and offered a cup of coffee to Magnus.
“Your son’s been quite demanding this morning,” said Magnus.
“Yeah, I wonder who he gets that from,” said Alec smirking and walked back to the coffee maker to pour himself a cup.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” inquired Magnus as if being offended by his partner’s words and followed Alec.
Alec just kept his smirk on as he picked up the coffee pot and filled his cup. “Oh, I think you know what I mean,” countered Alec looking at an apparently clueless Magnus.
“I’m done, Papa,” called Rafael standing up.
“Ok, Rafe, wash up and get ready. I’ve put out your clothes on the bed. You too, blueberry…Rafael, help him get dressed.”
The two boys nodded and raced each other back to their room to get ready.
Alec cleared up the dirty plates and cups and started washing the dishes. Suddenly he felt warm fingers crawl under his sweater.
“I can still feel you inside me,” whispered Magnus into his ear as he wrapped an arm around Alec’s waist, followed by a kiss between his shoulder blades.
Alec shut his eyes, shivering at the warlock’s words. He felt Magnus’ teeth graze the skin of his neck, Magnus’ nails dragging lines across his abs. He shut the water off and turned around. He just stared into Magnus’ deglamoured eyes. Then he leaned forward and captured his lips. His tongue breaking the seam of Magnus’ lips, slipped inside. Magnus hummed into the kiss as he pressed his body against Alec’s.
Alec broke the kiss and whispered, “When is it going to be my turn?”
Magnus smiled, his eyes moving back to Alec’s lips, and said, “Whenever you want, darling.” Then he kissed Alec again, rucking up the back of his sweater and touching the small of his back. “You want it here? Now?” said Magnus between heated kisses.
Alec was slowly backing him up against the counter, sucking on his already swollen lips. “Yes,” he whispered followed by a moan. “But we can’t…we have to go…and…and the kids…” Alec managed to say between ravishing Magnus’ mouth as if the end of the world was near.
“Mmm, I can stop everything…mm…freeze the time…” retorted Magnus grinding against Alec who was pressing him hard into the marble counter, which Magnus didn’t mind.
“That sounds tempting,” said Alec into Magnus’ neck before going back to kissing him.
“Daddyyy, we’re ready,” said Max running into the kitchen.
Magnus and Alec immediately stopped their movements and unglued themselves from each other’s embrace, trying to control their breaths.
“Hey blueberry. That’s great, son,” offered Alec smiling at Max.
Max grinned at his fathers, happy to have done something right.
“Since all my boys are ready I’d better get ready too, huh?” said Magnus.
Max nodded with a grin that showed his missing tooth.
While Magnus was getting ready, Rafael and Max were in the living room playing with their new action figures Uncle Simon had bought for them. Alec was on the phone going over some Clave business with his mother.
Just like Alec had told Magnus, the warlock was taking his time to get ready. Finally dressed in an elaborate midnight blue jacket, matching jewelry and nails, hair styled with blue stripes, Magnus entered the living room.
Alec, arms crossed, who was looking out the window turned his head. No matter how many years passed Magnus always took his breath away. His breath always hitched at the sight of him. “You sure took your time. We’re gonna be late and it’s your fault,” said Alec.
Magnus rolled his eyes. “Fabulousness takes time, Alexander.”
“Yeah, tell that to my sister who’s gonna murder you as soon as we set foot inside the Institute.”
“Oh, she won’t. Isabelle understands these things, and besides, you forget that I’m helping her with the setup,” put in Magnus.
“Daddy, are you gonna punish Papa?” asked the little warlock.
Alec, smirking, looked at Magnus and said, “Yeah, Papa needs to be in timeout, huh?”
Max and Rafael snickered.
“Just like when we misbehave,” added Rafael.
“That’s right. Papa needs punishment for misbehaving,” continued Alec playfully.
“Papa’s been a bad boy,” said Max giggling.
“Oh yeah, a very bad boy,” emphasized Alec.
Magnus narrowed his cat eyes at him and then looked at his sons, waving his hands. “What? Is it conspiring-against-Papa-day, boys?”
The boys laughing rushed to their Papa, hugging him.
“We love you, Papa,” said Rafael as Max placed a kiss on Magnus’ leg hugging him tighter.
The house filled with the laughter of the whole family.
“Papa, I want my hair like yours!” said Max pointing at Magnus’ blue stripes.
“Sure, blueberry…hmm, I think you’ll need some purple. It matches your clothes better.”
Alec rolled his eyes. Magnus ran a hand through Max’s hair and purple stripes dressed the little warlock’s locks. Max, happy, clapped his hands.
Then Alec announced, “All right, now we really need to get going or Aunt Izzy will roast all of us.”
Magnus opened a portal holding his sons’ hands.
“As far as I remember Lightwood-Bane roast was not on the menu,” quipped Magnus before they all stepped into the portal.