Magnus collapsed on the table, sweating and tired, breathing hard. Alec put his hand on his back, rubbing slow circles to soothe him, knowing how hard he'd just pushed himself.
"It's alright," he assured, kissing his cheek to soothe him. "You tried, it's alright."
Brent opened his eyes, instantly assaulted by early morning sunlight, pale and wet as it filtered through the curtains, blinding him briefly before they adjusted to the room. The sadness hit him next, like a wave crashing into him, threatening to drown him.
No Logan, his mind said. You have to live without him again. Lonely again. Tortured with your memories again. No distractions at night. No warm hands or soothing words from someone that just wants to be there for you. Just pain. No kisses…no love.
He shut his eyes, swallowing hard, a tear on his cheek, shattered.
He jumped, whipping around to find the source of the voice.
His hair was mussed with sleep, skin bare, fingers clutching the blanket, frightened that he was dreaming.
"Logan?" A sob clogged his throat. He nodded.
They collided, winding around each other, kissing deeply, crying, so happy they couldn't stand it.
"You're here," Brent gulped, holding his tiny face in his hands, being careful not to hurt the bruises and cuts there. "You're…you're human again." Logan squeezed himself closer to him, still crying, still wondering if this were some sick dream that he would be ripped away from.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Brent. I-I didn't mean… they-they hurt you and it's all my fault!" He exclaimed, so guilty, remembering how bloody and broken Brent had been just a few days ago. "I wanted to tell you about me, I did, but I thought-"
"Logan," his voice was still so gently, touching him with his wonderfully soft hands, keeping him safe and warm from the cold and unforgiving thoughts threatening to hurt him. "It's okay." They cried together, mostly happy tears, kissing caressing, so very much in love.
Magnus turned from the doorway to his bedroom, smiling, exhausted and weak, but happy.
He got into bed crawling into Alec's arms, head against his chest.
"I told you you weren't a jerk," the Shadowhunter whispered. Magnus laughed lightly.
"A generous asshole, then," he chuckled. Alec rolled his eyes.
"When should we call Darren?" He asked.
"Tomorrow," the warlock sighed. "Let them have today. They deserve today." Magnus closed his eyes, finally allowing himself rest.
Alec smiled, combing his hair back, love in his eyes. "Saint Magnus," he mused, "I like the sound of this."
Sweat, quiet moans, heavy and labored breaths.
Lips met, eyes closed, unable to hold it together, unable to stop themselves from holding back, as if either of them wanted to.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
Then everything was still.
Logan curled against him, cautious of his own wounds forgotten. The pain didn't matter, proving Brent he was there mattered.
Brent buried his face in Logan's hair, breathing deep, the taste of him still on his tongue.
"I love you," he repeated. He couldn't say it enough.
"I love you too." He kept his hands on his face, running his fingers through his soft, white locks.
"I thought I'd have to live without you again," he whispered. "I thought I lost you."
"Me too," Logan whispered, swallowing hard. They closed their eyes, so content.
Brent didn't remember Darren until he woke the next morning.
"There's no gentle way to do this," Magnus assured, noting how antsy Darren was. "Speak softly, accept any abuse he gives you because you deserve it, but above all, convey you did what you did to protect him." Darren nodded, swallowing. He didn't know why he was so nervous. Brent was his best friend…at least he hoped he still was.
Brent and Logan were finishing up lunch when he came in, healed completely. He paused at the door, watching them giggle and play with each other, tossing potato chips back and forth in the midst of a tickle fight.
He'd never seen such happiness in Brent's eyes, never. Logan was much cuter without stress, pain and heartache on his face, he could admit that, and he looked just as happy as his friend.
It took a moment for the lovers to see him. Brent stood when he did, staring with wide eyes.
And Darren waited. He waited for screaming, yelling, possibly crying and some definite punches to be thrown. He didn't, however, expect his friend to rush him and catch him in a tight hug.
"Y-you're not mad?" He stammered. Brent shook his head, still hugging him.
"How could I be? You saved our lives. Besides that, you're my best friend," he said softly.
"I haven't seen you in person for five years and you want to talk about this? Hell no. We're talking about everything up to that point, okay?"
Darren grinned. "Okay."
"…and you know what happened then," the young warlock finished, trailing off. He cleared his throat, shaking his head and brightening after a moment. "Mom says hi," he said happily. Brent smiled. "I asked Stacy to marry me a few months ago. We're getting married this Spring." Brent's smile spread into a giant grin, dimple so deep Logan lost sight of it in his cheek.
"What are my best man duties?" He asked. Darren Beamed.
"I get to come too, right?" Logan asked. Excited. Brent smiled warmly at him, wrapping an arm around his waist.
"You're my date," he cooed. Now Logan was blushing. Darren smiled at them.
"I don't think we've been formally introduced," he said, extending his hand. Logan took it.
"I'm Logan, or, um, Chairman Meow," he mumbled. Darren giggled.
Brent took his phone from his pocket, watching it ring and reading the screen, "I'll be right back," he said, stepping out into the hall that led outside the loft.
Logan waited a beat before jumping off his stool and wrapping his arms around Darren, hugging him as tight as his little arms would allow. He jumped, surprised.
"Thank you," he whispered. "For what?" Darren wondered.
"For saving him from that awful place, for saving him and sending him to me," he whispered. Darren smiled warmly.
"Thank you, but i wasn't what he needed most. That was all you, Logan." It was sappy, yes, but it was true.
Darren had gone for the night. Logan was asleep on the couch, his head in Brent's lap as he slept and dreamed happily. The taller boy combed through his hair, watching him.
"I guess I should have figured it out," he said softly, glancing up at Magnus. "Now that I know it's really obvious he's a cat." The warlock chuckled a little before the room fell into silence again.
"You do love him, don't you?" He asked seriously, expression blank. Brent stared at him.
"With everything I have," he swore. "I'd spend the rest of my life with him, if he'd have me. He's it. He's everything I've ever wanted, and all I'll ever want. I love him." Magnus smiled, satisfied. He patted his shoulder as he stood.
"Good to know," he nodded. "I'm glad you're the one that decided to help him at that party, Brent. If it had been anyone else, I don't know that he'd be here right now." He left the room, leaving Brent flustered and pinked.
"What did you do?" Alec demanded. The warlock frowned.
"What do you mean?" He asked. Alec glared.
"Don't you play dumb with me, Magnus Obsidian Bane. Tell me what you just did." The High Warlock shut the door, grabbing his beloved by the waist and kissing him deeply. His fingers grazed the back of his neck, sending a shock wave of goosebumps over the Shadowhunter's spine, which only intensified when Magnus' tongue was added to the hormonal cocktail in their mouths.
"Nothing nearly as miraculous as what I'm about to do to you, Alexander," he grinned devilishly. Alec swallowed, allowing Magnus to assault his mouth again with his languid and skillful tongue.
"You're really food at changing the subject," he gasped. Magnus grinned, hand slithered to the inside of his thigh, turning his angel to butter.
"Eight-hundred years of practice, my love," he whispered, letting his lips brush against his. Alec was putty, absolute Jell-O. Any and all prospects of fighting this faded away, futile.
"I hate you," he said shakily. Magnus grinned, eyes bright in the dark room. Alec understood then he was defeated, immediately.
"I love you too, darling," he cooed.
Brent frowned, blushing when he identified the noises coming from Magnus' room. He wanted to turn up the T.V., but the remote was out of reach, and the last thing he wanted to do was wake the sweet, sleeping boy on his lap. She he endured the awkward.
"Magnus, oh God, yes! More, more. Gohod, right there. MORE!"
"Oh boy," Brent breathed.
"Mmm, Alexander!" Where'd you learn that? Brent winced. "Oh no, you get back here…"
"Slow down, oh God, Mag, if you don't I'll- OH!"
Logan jumped awake, looking around. "Whu wassat?" he said, still sleep ridden.
"Magnus, good God, Magnus!"
"Just getting started, darling…"
The feline's eyes grew, instantly awake. "Oh my God GROSS!" He sat up, grabbing Brent's hands and shoving his feet in his shoes and taking their jackets. "THANKS FOR TRAUMATISING MY BOYFRIEND!" He called. Brent redder than a ripened tomato, smiled a little.
They arrived at Brent's some twenty minutes later, Brent still blushing, Logan still fuming.
"He could've muffled the door. Freakin' jerk. What an awful thing to do," he growled.
"Can't they control themselves? He's eight-hundred years old and still acts like a sex-crazed teenager!"
"Logan!" Brent grabbed his shoulders. "Relax." He kissed him gently, deeply, lips coaxing the smaller boy's mouth open to get deeper. Logan whimpered a little.
Their love making a few days ago was desperate, longing, whirling madness, unlike either of them had ever experienced. But he wanted now, what they both wanted, was the slow, soft, gentle touch of the other, that clumsy tenderness they'd fallen in love with what felt like years ago.
Logan pulled the hat from his head, tossing it away with his hoodie. He kissed Brent's neck and under his jaw, causing the taller boy to coo softly, eyes closing. Logan gently eased the glasses from his nose, setting them aside and working on the buttons of his sweater. Brent choked, breath hitching in his chest. He fell into he neck, gentle and tender lips on his skin.
Logan sighed softly, biting his lip and taking the sweater from Brent's broad shoulders. The ever compliant boy allowed it, moving to take off his t-shirt. He hesitated. After Cryer's treatment his appearance was even worse than before. The scars just as deep and gruesome, just with more company than usual.
"Shh…" the smaller boy soothed, kissing his cheek. "You're beautiful, Brent. Remember?" He said gently. Brent nodded, swallowing hard and taking off the shirt while Logan shed his own.
The feline gasped aloud, eyes huge, face pale. Brent winced, trying to cover himself. "What?" He asked. "What's wrong?"
"They're gone," he breathed. He frowned.
"What's gone?" Logan pointed to his torso.
He looked down.
Smooth, flawless, untouched, unblemished skin looked back at him. No scars, no burns, no physical trace of his father's abuse. Logan reached out, touching him, hand shaking.
His eyes were filled with tears, insecurity still there, but at least now he could feel a little safer, a little less exposed and horrific when he was with Logan like this.
"You know I loved you with them, right?" Logan asked. Brent nodded, a tear slipping to his face. They kissed, Logan's hands on his smooth skin, touching his back as well, noting the gentle warmth and softness that he felt in his hands was here too.
They held each other, slowly becoming naked, tangling together, friction, sweet and slow, and a seeping sweat binding them together. They kissed over and over, Logan's lips kissing all over his clear skin, making him jump and gasp, the numbness from damaged nerves gone, everything new, wonderful and beautiful again. And Logan. Constant, beautiful, wonderful, loving Logan. He wanted him as his, not just now, while they made love. But for the rest of his natural life and even beyond that.
"Marry me," Brent breathed.
He blanched, staring up at him. "What?"
He smiled. "Marry me." Logan broke into a grin.
"Really?" He gulped. Brent nodded, smiling as well.
"I want to spend the rest of my life with you," he stated firmly, kissing him. "There is no one else in the world I want to be with. I almost lost you, and I don't want to live another second longer without knowing you'll always be with me…if you want me."
"I want to marry you," he nodded, eyes bleary. "I want to marry you more than anyone's wanted to marry anybody!"
They laughed, rolling in the sheets, kissing, smiling and crying.
"It won't be right away," Brent whispered. "but…but soon."
"Soon," Logan repeated.
Another deep, longing and wonderful kiss.
"I'm so glad I found you at that party."
Logan looked at him, still just as beautiful, soft, gentle and handsome as the first time he'd laid eyes on him. Only now that beauty went beyond his skin and into his soul. When he first saw him, Brent was someone he wanted to talk to. Now, as they lay here, tangled and in love, he was someone he wanted to marry.
Magnus would kill him.
-Oh my goodness, thank you all SOO much. Will there be a sequel? It's a high possibility ;) Thank you, thank you, thank you for following this and reading it, and reviewing it and having just as fun with it as I have. I hope to hear from you all again very soon, and if you like my MI work, my newest fic "Deep Runes" will be making a debut within the next week or so. God bless and take it easy!-