Vicious Submissive (BoyxBoy)

Hiding: Cyrus POV

I was slightly embarrassed that I'd forgotten, but Leo just laughed it off. Rubbing my back, he started to guide us back to the house,

 "We're shopping today, beautiful."

I hummed as we walked through the back doors and headed up the stairs. Once we were in the room, I headed to the bathroom to wipe the blood off my leg. The bite was already healed. Thankfully, it wasn't deep enough to scar. Which is the last thing I need. I heard Leo walking towards me and repositioned my arms to cover my cuts. I turned towards him with a smile and saw that he was handing me the clothes I was wearing before the fight,

 "Here you go, baby."

 "Thank you."

I took the clothes from his hand, careful not to show the underside of my arm. He walked away after pecking me on the lips. I smiled at his back and closed the door. Quickly getting dressed again, I headed out, tossing the clothes in the hamper. The drive to the mall wasn't exceptionally long. When we arrived, I took my time examining the large structure. I had vague memories from before my family's death of going to the mall with my older brother. Nothing too substantial, though. I knew it was going to be loud and filled with bustling people. Not really my scene, but Leo was determined to spoil me and I had no right to mess with his joy in caring for me. So, I sucked it up and held his arm while putting my usual blank expression up. He smiled at me warmly, kissing my forehead and guiding us inside,

 "You have a particular shop you want to go to, love?"

 "Not really. It's been a while since I've been shopping."

He pushed some of my hair behind my ear,

 "That's fine gorgeous. We'll wander around to a few places and see what you like."

And wander we did. We went to enough stores to make my fucking head spin. But I wasn't too mad though. It was nice to be doted on. That didn't make me any less happy to be back in his car, the back seat filled with bags of varying size and color. I felt like we'd bought half the mall, though I'm sure we barely made a dent. The amount of items sitting in the back seat almost left me breathless. And they all belonged to me, according to a very stubborn Leo, who refused no expense throughout our little excursion. I leaned against his shoulder as he drove, our fingers intertwined,

 "Thank you."

My voice was barely audible as I tried to reign in all the emotions swirling in my head. He squeezed my hand before kissing my forehead,

 "Anything for you."

I reveled in the statement's sincerity. We pulled up to the packhouse and started to relieve his car of our plastic burden. The sound of crinkling bags enveloped us as we made our way back to our room. It took me three times to get a firm hold on the door so I could let us in. As soon as we were inside, we dropped everything on the floor. The next 35 minutes were spent popping tags, emptying bags, and filling drawers. He really did spare no expense. Some of which made me feel slightly guilty when I realized how much some of the items cost. Leo, on the other hand, blew off my worry with a wave of his hand saying that 'it was fine' and 'money wasn't a problem'. Neither phrase did much for my emotions, though I tried to take it to heart.

After we finished, he suggested I try some on since I was clearly drowning in his clothes. I walked over to the dresser and pulled out some gray boxers and black ripped jeans. I quickly got dressed in the bathroom, seeing as to the fact that I kept his shirt on. The feeling of clothing that actually fit was nice. It felt good and looked good, if I do say so myself. I walked out to wolf whistles as my mate looked me up and down with adoration and pride. This led to me rolling my eyes in response as he wrapped his arms around my waist,