Alec sat Magnus down on the kitchen island and went on the hunt. Opening the fridge, he found that it was well stocked, and working. It seemed Magnus' magical power loop had worked. Grabbing a few ingredients, he closed the door with a bump of his hip and pulled a few pans from the cupboard that they were kept in.

"It's like we never left New York," Alec said, finding everything he needed to make Magnus' dinner, exactly where he expected it to be.

"If we are going to live in the loft, we might as well have everything that makes this place home," Magnus said, watching Alec set a pan of new potatoes to boil on the hob, thankful that he had an electric hob instead of gas burners. He wasn't quite sure how volatile gas would be here but the hob worked just fine.

Alec nodded his agreement, preparing Magnus a dinner of steak, potatoes, and asparagus. Snagging the glass of blood that Magnus conjured him, he sipped it appreciatively, leaving Magnus to the glass of red wine that his husband was sipping.

The scent of the steak wafted up when Alec set it into the hot pan, making him miss food. It didn't smell appealing in the slightest but he had loved food, not only eating it but the social aspect of sharing a meal.

"You know, some Vampires train their body to accept food and drink that isn't blood?" Magnus asked, seeing the longing on Alec's face as the steak sizzled in front of them. He knew the feeling, it smelled divine.

"What's the point though? It isn't like my body would gain any nutrition from it. And alcohol wouldn't really get me drunk," Alec said, turning Magnus' steak over when he saw the perfect griddle marks on the bottom of it.

"It's more about socializing, about looking normal and fitting in," Magnus said absentmindedly, sliding down off of the countertop to grab a couple of plates and some cutlery. It took his brain a moment to catch up to what he was doing, looking down at the two plates in his hands when he pulled them from the cupboard before he put one back.

"It's not like there are many people around here for me to fit in with anymore," Alec said, staring down into the pan. It wasn't like Magnus had meant anything bad by the comment but he couldn't help thinking that he wasn't normal anymore, either. Turning, and coming to Edom weren't things that he regretted but his entire life and everything he knew about it had changed and he was still getting used to what those changes meant.

"We will explore this together, love," Magnus said, setting his plate and fork down on the side and wrapping his husband up from behind. The slump of Alec's shoulders was something that he didn't like the look of one bit. "It's going to take time, to get used to who you are now. But you will."

"You sound like you know what you're talking about," Alec said, leaning back against Magnus' chest when Magnus' lips sought his cheek out, tilting his head to the side to let Magnus kiss him.

"I do," Magnus said with a tight smile, his arms tightening their hold on Alec's waist a little. He rested his chin on Alec's shoulder to watch his steak finish cooking, elaborating when Alec bent his head to look at him. "I wasn't born with my magic or my Warlock mark, remember?" he asked.

Alec nodded, understanding dawning as he thought back to the many conversations that they'd had about Magnus' early childhood. Magnus hadn't discovered his powers until he had been around six or seven. It hadn't been until Magnus' cat eyes had manifested that Magnus or his parents had even known that he was different.

"How did you deal with it? Just being different one day?" Alec asked, removing the pan and sliding the steak onto Magnus' magically warmed plate, letting it rest while he waited for the potatoes and asparagus to finish cooking.

"I didn't, not at first," Magnus said, shaking his head at himself, his stomach tightening for the early days of magic and monsters.

Releasing Alec when his husband started putting his plate together, Magnus snagged a piece of asparagus and chewed it thoughtfully. "I lashed out more often than not. It was too confusing. I was suddenly alone and to just have all of this wild power flowing through me but not knowing how to control it was hard."

"But you did in the end. Learn to control it I mean," Alec said, handing Magnus his plate and snagging their glasses to follow Magnus into the living room. He sat at the table with Magnus, watching him start digging into the food with gusto.

"My father was the one who showed me how," Magnus said between bites of his excellent, home-cooked steak. It was so much more delicious than the crap he had been conjuring for himself. "He did have his uses in the beginning, no matter how things turned out between us in the end," he said with a tight smile.

"It's okay to miss him, you know," Alec said, sipping his own dinner, his eyebrow rising when Magnus poured a little red wine into his glass of blood. His stomach almost revolted when he tried the spiked drink. A grimace strained his face but his body settled into it after a moment. "I know he was an asshole and I'll probably never forgive him for that deal but he was still your dad," he said.

"I don't miss him. He burnt one too many bridges between us with that stunt," Magnus said thoughtfully. "I think I do miss the possibilities though. I miss what we could have had if he hadn't had such a warped idea of love," he shrugged. They could have had a proper relationship if Asmodeus had been anyone other than who he was and that was what rankled.

"He was a fool," Alec said, shaking his head at Asmodeus' folly, thinking of the relationship that Magnus had missed out on while Magnus finished his dinner. That Asmodeus would throw Magnus away because power was more important to him than Magnus was, was beyond his comprehension.

"Truer words have never been spoken, Alexander," Magnus said, putting his knife and fork down and tipping his drink in Alec's direction. He sipped his wine, thoughts of his childhood running through his head. "Do you think it's strange, to miss something that you never had?" he asked absentmindedly.

"Not at all. I missed you before I knew you existed," Alec said, smiling when Magnus' eyes snapped up to meet his gaze. Leaning forward, he tugged Magnus' thumb away from his bottom lip and pressed a kiss there instead.

"Where are you going?" Magnus asked when Alec stood up, drawing in a deep, shaky breath. Alec was far too sweet for his own good sometimes. Who needs lungs anyway?

"To draw us a bath," Alec said over his shoulder, smirking when he saw the gleam in Magnus' eyes.

Alec had to keep reminding himself that they were in Edom when he walked through their bedroom to the bathroom and started filling the large tub with hot water and Magnus' sandalwood scented bubble bath. Everything was in its place. All he had to do was open the cabinet, and there the bottle was, look to the vanity to find their razors and toothbrushes, look in the closet to find a couple of fluffy gray towels.

"How long do you think it will take to get used to stepping out into the throne room when we walk out of the front door?" Alec called out, dipping his hand into the hot water and swirling it around. A smile spread across his face when he heard Magnus approaching the bathroom. He stripped off faster than he had ever done so in his life!

"It depends on how many unwanted guests we receive," Magnus said, entering the bathroom to find Alec already naked, sitting in the tub. It was a sight he very much approved of! "Although, that would be nothing new. I know that he was your parabatai, but is it bad that I won't miss Jace bursting in every five minutes?" he asked, stripping his own clothes off.

"No. I feel a bit like my right arm has been cut off, I'm so used to him being there. But there are advantages to having an unopenable rift between us," Alec said, sitting up straight when Magnus started peeling his clothes off. It was a shame to see Magnus taking his wedding clothes off but he couldn't say that he was complaining.

"True," Magnus said, his movements exaggeratedly slow. It seemed his husband was enjoying the show of him stripping off very much. "Is that a little bit of drool I see there, Mr. Lightwood-Bane?" he teased.

"For you? Always," Alec said, not giving one single fuck, his husband was hot! He felt like he didn't have enough eyeballs in his head to look at everything Magnus was displaying with each garment that Magnus took off, leaning on the side of the bath to watch.

Magnus paused when he took the waistband of his boxer briefs in hand, tugging the material at his hips down a couple of millimeters, biting into his bottom lip when Alec's beautiful hazel eyes caught on the action.

"Leave them on," Alec said, beckoning Magnus forward with a curl of his finger. The bulge in Magnus' boxers was just begging for his lips. The height of the bath was almost perfect. Coming up on his knees, leaning against the side of the tub, he looked up into Magnus' eyes before reaching out and tugging Magnus the last couple of inches by the waistband of his black boxers.

Alec took a deep breath when Magnus' dick, now tenting the material, was right there in front of him. The musky/sandalwood/Magnus scent was divine. A smirk played over his lips when he ran his nose up the length of Magnus' dick, the material soft against his nose, Magnus' breathing turning shallow.

"Are you sniffing me?" Magnus asked breathlessly, his fingers threading into Alec's soft dark hair. The small nod of Alec's head under his hand would have set off a chuckle - if he wasn't straining for breath at the thought of it.

"You smell delicious," Alec murmured, letting his tongue dart out when he reached the tip of Magnus' dick. The damp patch from Magnus' leaking dick would have barely been noticeable in the dark material to anyone who didn't have his eyesight. But it was tantalizing enough for him to want a taste. Flicking his tongue across the damp material, a small, gravelly moan built in the back of his throat as the taste of Magnus exploded on his tongue. Everything was enhanced with his new senses, something he greatly appreciated.

"And you taste divine," Alec said, his long fingers wrapping around the back's of Magnus' thighs to hold him in place. The grip in his hair tightened, only drawing out the next moan. The sound rang out in the otherwise silent bathroom to mix with Magnus soft, breathless gasps'. His eyes flicked up as he mouthed at Magnus' cock, the material becoming wetter by the second, to see Magnus' head tip back.

Magnus could barely hold his head up, the wet tongue and hot breath that Alec was blowing into the material stealing his focus. And the will to even stand up straight. It took everything that he had not to buck his hips forward when Alec's mouth starting moving up and down his impossibly hard length.

Alec soaked Magnus boxers thoroughly before taking the material in his hands. As much as he liked to tease, he liked to take Magnus' length into his mouth more. Knowing that Magnus had enough pairs of boxers to open his own store, he ripped the material right off of Magnus' body, grinning when Magnus' hips jolted forward, a husky moan ringing out.

Magnus had to grip Alec's head with both hands, his knees going absolutely weak from Alec's move, tearing through his boxers like they were made of paper. When did the destruction of my clothes become so hot? He wondered, his eyelids fluttering slightly when Alec's tongue flattened against the underside of his dick.

Managing to force his eyes open, Magnus met Alec's gaze when his husband licked up to the tip of his dick. His breath caught when Alec's tongue swirled around the head of his cock before Alec opened his mouth.

Alec thanked the angel that he didn't need to breathe anymore, and was pretty sure that Magnus was doing the same when Magnus pushed into his mouth. Giving a blow job now was even more pleasurable than it had been before he had turned.

Holding his head still, Alec pulled Magnus closer, directing the pace of Magnus' hips and letting Magnus fuck his mouth at the same time with deeper and deeper thrusts. He kept his eyes open as he sucked, watching Magnus' pleasure play across his beautiful face, ridiculously happy that he could bring his husband such pleasure with nothing more than his mouth.

There was something about using a person's mouth as a fuck hole that always made Magnus lose his composure. It took everything that he had to keep his movements steady but he managed, slowly thrusting into Alec's mouth with a herculean display of self-control when all he wanted to do was slam his hips forward.

Alec took Magnus in deeper, his grip on the back of Magnus' thighs tightening to pull Magnus closer until his husband sat in the back of his throat. Humming from the taste and the reassuring weight of Magnus' dick on his tongue, he hollowed his cheeks when Magnus withdrew, sucking Magnus' dick harder.

Magnus had to pull in shallow breaths, the pleasure of Alec's mouth consuming him. Every thrust pushed him deeper into Alec's throat, Alec's nose nestling into the patch of short, trimmed hairs at the base of his dick. Dropping his hand, he held Alec's jaw, caressing the lightly stubbled skin with his thumb, enjoying the scrape of that stubble on his sac.

When Alec had been a Shadowhunter, nothing had filled him with more pride than his deep-throating skills but they were nothing compared to what he could do now. Without the need to breathe, and his previously discovered lack of gag reflex, Magnus was easily able to fuck his throat. And he couldn't say that he didn't enjoy every second of it. Tapping the back of Magnus' thigh, he moaned when Magnus' thrusts became faster, harder. It was something that Magnus loved as much as he did.

Magnus lost the small amount of control that he'd had over himself when Alec gave him carte blanche over his movements. Honestly, it had been a losing battle since the first whisper of Alec's breath on his skin. Unable to help himself, he bucked into Alec's mouth, his moans echoing through the bathroom every time his cock head scraped down the back of Alec's throat.

Magnus almost stumbled forward, only just managing to catch himself by grabbing Alec's shoulders when Alec abruptly pulled back. Looking down, his heart thudding in his chest and his balls tingling, he saw the reason why Alec had withdrawn. The sight of Alec's fangs only turned him on more, possibilities running through his head.

"Sorry, I almost... I..." Alec mumbled as he steadied Magnus, staring up at his husband, his stomach clenching. They had snapped out against his will, almost nicking Magnus' dick. A wave of guilt flashed through him when his already impossibly hard cock started throbbing at the thought of it. While he never wanted to harm Magnus, he couldn't deny that the thought of having just the tiniest taste turned him on immeasurably.

"Do you want to stop?" Magnus asked breathlessly, seeing the conflict on Alec's face. The deep gravel of Alec's voice and the fact that he had lost control over his fangs told him that Alec had been enjoying it but the guilt on Alec's face had him pausing.

"No... yes... no," Alec said, desperately wanting to continue but not knowing what to do with himself. "I want you to fuck me," he said, too turned on to stop now, that had been what he had wanted from the start. It was taking everything he had not to start jerking his dick.

Magnus nodded, his thumb sweeping up Alec's cheek before he let go and climbed into the hot bubbly water. Tugging until Alec faced the faucet end of the tub, he kneeled behind Alec, molding himself to Alec's back, wrapping one arm around Alec's torso.

"This is something that we can explore if you want to," Magnus whispered in Alec's ear before sucking a soft kiss into Alec's neck. Reaching around, he took Alec's dick in hand, feeling just how hard Alec was at the thought of it.

"I don't want to hurt you, Magnus. I don't want to feed off you. You mean more to me than that," Alec said, his eyes falling closed, head dropping back onto Magnus' shoulder from the perfect grip on his dick and lips, nipping soft kisses into his neck. Magnus was everything to him, the thought of turning his husband into a blood bank wasn't something that he even wanted to contemplate.

"That's not something that either of us wants. But sharing blood can be used as part of our sex life," Magnus said, stroking Alec faster under the water, pressing another kiss to Alec's throat when Alec shuddered in his arms. "It can heighten the experience, draw it out and make it hotter than you can imagine," he said.

"And it can be addictive," Alec said, breathing just as hard as Magnus was, his hips jerking forward. Images of sinking his teeth into Magnus' neck whilst fucking him flashed through his head, pulling him in 100 different directions.

"I'm a Warlock. While addiction isn't impossible for me, I have immunities to help fight it off," Magnus said, moving in time with Alec's thrusting hips, his dick sawing at Alec's crack with each jerk of their hips. Alec wasn't the only one hard from the thought of it. He had actually experienced it before and knew exactly how hot it could be.

"And what if I get addicted to you?" Alec asked, wondering if it was already too late for that question. He had been addicted to Magnus since their first kiss. Reaching back to grip Magnus' hip, he pulled Magnus closer. The sensation of Magnus' solid dick, wedged into the crack of his ass, was stealing his focus but he couldn't stop himself from grinding back against his husband.

"Then this is something that we should negotiate. We only do it occasionally, we stop it before it goes too far, and only when we both want it," Magnus said, his voice soft and husky from the drag on his dick. Releasing Alec's dick, smirking into his husband's neck when Alec's hand replaced his own, he waved his hand and reached between them, pushing his fingers between Alec's ass cheeks.

Alec let out a low groan when Magnus' questing fingers pressed against his already clenching hole. He did want it, more than he thought he would. But he wanted to be sure that Magnus did, that Magnus wasn't just doing it for him.

"Do you want it?" Alec asked shakily, his voice wavering when Magnus pushed two fingers into him. The insistent digits slid slowly but easily into him, right up to Magnus' knuckles, making him suspect that Magnus had summoned some of his magically concocted waterproof lube.

"Yes," Magnus breathed, his hips rolling against Alec's ass cheek for some friction on his dick. The clench of Alec's tight hole around his fingers threatened to steal all of his concentration away but he checked himself, slowly pulling his fingers almost out of Alec's body before pushing in a little faster.

"Okay. Just promise me that we won't take it too far," Alec said, the words trailing off into one long, drawn-out moan. The pressure in his ass was phenomenal. Not as good as when Magnus' dick was inside him but close enough. Rolling his hips, he started meeting Magnus' twisting thrusts, pleasure spiking through the nerves in his rim.

"I promise," Magnus said, curling his fingers to rub over Alec's prostate, his lips burning a trail down Alec's neck. His breathing picked up, hips moving more insistently with every brush of his fingers. Alec's reactions to his ministrations, the buck of his husband's hips were breathtaking.

Alec loosened around Magnus' fingers in increments, every curl over his nerves relaxing him further until the pressure turned more insistent. The heavier strokes had pleasure spiking through his channel in waves, drawing breathless, gravelly moans from him, threatening to make him cum untouched.

"Make love to me," Alec groaned, needing to feel Magnus as close to him as possible. The emptiness he felt when Magnus' fingers pulled out of his ass would have had him crying out if Magnus' cock head wasn't immediately pressed to his clenching hole.

Magnus added more lube to Alec's hole and his dick with a wave of his hand. Gripping his dick, he trailed the tip of it up and down the valley of Alec's crack, searching by touch for his husband's entrance.

"Bite me when you're about to cum, it will draw it out," Magnus murmured, teasing his dick in and out of Alec's hole to open him up a little wider. Feeling Alec's hole loosen more when Alec nodded, he pushed deeper into Alec's ass with longer thrusts, his eyes rolling back when Alec's rim squeezed the sensitive head of his cock. It stole his wits and his breath, and almost his focus from how tight and perfect it felt.

Alec leaned forward, gripping the taps for balance, smiling when Magnus came with him. The feeling of Magnus' skin against his, the reassuring weight of Magnus plastered to his back and the backs of his thighs was one of his favorite feelings in the world. The closeness he felt to his husband was something that he never wanted to go without again.

Magnus released his hold on Alec's chest and slid his hands down Alec's arms. Wrapping his hands around Alec's where they gripped the taps, he interlocked their fingers and started up a steady rhythm of strokes, pushing deeper into Alec's body each time. Alec's mouth was amazing but his ass was perfection.

Alec relished the stretch on his rim, his hips rolling to meet Magnus' thrusts. The slapping of their skin echoed through the room, mixing with the sounds of their moans, his loud, Magnus' muffled where his husband's lips brushed the skin between his shoulder blades. He tipped his head, nuzzling into Magnus' when Magnus trailed a line of kisses over his shoulder and up his neck, each kiss punctuated with a buck of Magnus' hips.

"...'s so good," Alec muttered, unable to come up with anything else. The hickey that Magnus sucked behind his ear had a shiver running up and down his spine, especially when Magnus added some teeth. The line between the pleasure of the soft digging and the perceived danger that Magnus' teeth presented had his bobbing dick leaking furiously.

Magnus lost himself in Alec, in the squeeze of his dick with every inch he pushed into his husband, the cool temperature of Alec's body keeping a sheen of sweat, that would have undoubtedly broken over his skin, at bay. Everything else faded away until it was only them.

There were no problematic armies of dead people, no deposed Queen on the warpath, no missed friends and family. Just him and Alec, moving together, both of them crying out at the overwhelming pleasure of being with the one they loved most in the world.

Alec could feel his release coming on, building in his balls, pooling in his gut. Magnus was everywhere, blanketing his body, warm, hard lines against his skin, pressing into him. Magnus' scent curled through his lungs, musky and beautiful, and tempting in a way he had never felt before. He wanted all of it, every part of his husband, as much as Magnus wanted every part of him.

"Magnus... I... fuck!" Alec panted, the reaction automatic from how overwhelmed he was.

"Do it, bite me," Magnus moaned, near the brink himself. He knew that Alec was close, could feel it in the jerk of Alec's thighs every time he slammed forward, could hear it in the small, low growl that built in the back of Alec's throat whenever they made love and Alec was close.

Releasing the grip he had on the tap, Alec flipped his hand around so Magnus' hand was in his own and interlocked their fingers once more. Raising their joined hands to his neck, he used the strength of one fingernail to slice a small cut in his neck, right next to Magnus' lips, leaving it up to Magnus if he wanted a taste.

Alec barely winced at the small cut, too focussed on his impending release and the sound of Magnus' pulse in his ears. It was fast, but the speed of it sounded more like excitement than fear, something he didn't know had a differentiation until he had turned.

Magnus watched the blood bead up in front of him before his eyelids fluttered from the soft, sucking kisses that Alec pressed to the inside of his wrist. The soft scrape of one fang against his skin had him bucking harder, his hips almost stuttering from the anticipation that curled in the pit of his stomach.

Letting his tongue dart out, Magnus licked up the small trickle of blood that had dripped from the cut on Alec's throat, a husky whine escaping when the taste exploded over his tongue. Clamping his lips to the cut, he sucked, the blood flowing more easily now, scattering his thoughts.

Alec bit into Magnus' wrist, going as gently as he could, just enough to break the skin. He didn't know where he found the strength not to just ravage Magnus, especially when Magnus' hot blood flooded his mouth but he managed to hold himself back. Magnus' blood tasted slightly bitter, probably the demon half but the mundane half more than made up for it. This was the first time he had drunk from an actual person. The fact that Magnus had this first too only made it better.

Alec's pleasure spiked beyond anything that he had ever experienced. The flow of blood worked its way through his system, slipping through his entire body with waves of pure pleasure and desire that left him shuddering from head to toe. The loud, filthy moan in his ear had him rolling his hips harder, moaning into Magnus' wrist where it was clamped between his teeth.

Alec almost lost himself as he sucked more of Magnus' blood in, his hold on Magnus' wrist tightening. Bucking his hips, he met Magnus thrust for thrust, his brain almost shutting down from the overwhelming sensations that flooded him, from Magnus' blood and the harder sucking at his neck. Unable to stop himself, he tilted his head further when Magnus released his neck, wanting Magnus to take more.

"Fuck! Fuck fuck," Magnus groaned, into Alec's skin. Dropping his head once more, he sucked at Alec's neck, his balls drawing up fast. It was overwhelming, the raw pleasure that coursed through him with the blood and venom that sunk into his body with Alec's bite, Alec's blood flowing in his mouth. He had to release Alec's neck to breathe, rutting into Alec's ass when he came, the bite drawing it out.

Magnus buried his face in the crook of Alec's shoulder, grunting from his release and the strain that he felt on his wrist, even as he continued to flood Alec's tight hole with cum. Just about having enough presence of mind for the action, he tapped at Alec's cheek before giving himself over to the waves of pleasure that continued to flow through him.

Alec focussed enough to pull his fangs out of Magnus' wrist when he felt the tap on his cheek, pulling back with a monumental effort at what he assumed was a signal for him to stop. He twisted his head, breathing hard with the taste of Magnus on his tongue, to see Magnus' blissed-out face right next to his own.

The expression on Magnus' face cleared Alec's head a little, driving him to retract his fangs and press his lips to Magnus' in a hungry kiss. The trust that Magnus had in him was a bigger turn-on than the blood in his system, it was breathtaking. Straightening them up, keeping hold of Magnus' arm to keep them pressed together, he took his dick in his free hand, only needing a few quick tugs to bring himself off.

The combined taste of them and the voice in Alec's head, screaming at him that he was on the hunt drew his orgasm out. And the deep, grinding thrusts in his ass only made it better, Magnus' dick scraping along his prostate.

Magnus panted for air, moaning when Alec's tongue darted over his wrist again. A shiver ran through him as he wondered if Alec was going to take more but the soft lick told him that Alec was just closing the wound over. As soon as Alec's head turned in his direction again, he claimed his husband's lips, sinking into Alec's mouth as he had done with his ass.

Alec reached up behind him, threading his fingers into Magnus' hair to hold him in place. He grinned against Magnus' lips when Magnus' arms wrapped tightly around him, one at his waist, the other gripping his chin tightly. Crazy waves of pleasure and desire and the taste of Magnus drove through him, dragging a growl from the back of his throat. It had been so much hotter than he had been expecting, still was.

"I love you, Magnus Lightwood-Bane," Alec mumbled against Magnus' lips when Magnus pulled back to try and breathe, his dick giving a couple of interested twitches as aftershocks ran through him.

"Not as much as I love you, Alexander Lightwood-Bane," Magnus said, wishing that there were more people in Edom so he could introduce people to his husband. The thought of it had him giggling, his brain fading in and out of focus. He loved saying the words Lightwood-Bane as much as Alec loved hearing it.

Alec pulled off of Magnus' dick and disentangled himself from Magnus, turned around in the blink of an eye, uncaring of the water that slopped over the side of the bath. The floor was flooded anyway. Pushing Magnus back until he was lying on his back, he slotted himself between Magnus' thighs and lay with his face pressed into Magnus' stomach, wanting to be as close to him as possible.

Magnus was more than happy to wrap his legs around Alec, his fingers threading through the damp waves of Alec's hair when Alec nipped soft kisses into his chest and stomach. They could get cleaned up in a moment, right now, he was just content to lie with his world between his legs and enjoy the soft scratch of chest hair against his stomach, too blissed out to do anything else. For the moment.