Magnus X Alec Ch.3

     After Magnus cleaned up Alec he carried him into the bedroom, it took the warlock half his sanity to resist touching the young human inappropriately. "You are so dam lucky" Magnus mumbled to himself as he put Alec on the bed, still asleep. Although He could not touch the young shadowhunter, he could still fantasize about him.
     Magnus dried Alec's hair and pulled the covers over him, he gazed down as he took in and examined  Alec's face, "he looks so peaceful..." he couldn't help but say it out loud. He adored him, ever since he saw him at the party when Clary and the others dropped by. He could of cared less for the girls and Jace, but he had a special attraction to Alec, he wondered if it was that he looked so innocent, He could hardly believe that he was a shadowhunter.
     Suddenly, the warlock remembered the tragic sight of Alec hurt by the demon that tried to kill him and his friends, All the blood seeping through the bandages he had to try and slow the bleeding, Magnus used every spell he could to save Alec's life, and he thanked the Angel that it worked. Although the warlock felt like he had no right thanking the Angel, but he had to, for he was able to save him.
     Magnus snapped out of his thoughts when he herd Alec groan and turn in his sleep, the shadowhunter looked like a little child sleeping, the warlock admired that, and found it quiet adorable.
     Worrying that Alec might wake up(even though it was highly impossible at this time) Magnus walked over to the arm chair he had in the room for when he reads, he sat quietly and just watched Alec sleep, looking upon his sleeping form, imagining him cuddling up next to Alec, holding him close and dear. At this point, the warlock slipped into his fantasies, were he and the shadowhunter were dangerously close, and deep in passionate kisses, oh how he wished it were real, but sadly Alec was somewhat sill in the closet about his sexuality, which put a damper on Magnus's dreams. Suddenly, a thought crept into the warlocks head, What does the shadowhunter think of him? Did he like him? Would he at least want to be friends with him?
     Letting his curiosity get the better of him, the warlock preformed a spell that would allow him to peer into Alec's mind for a good hour or two, hopefully, that would give him enough time to find the answers to his questions.