Vicious Submissive (BoyxBoy)

Promise: Leo POV

I pulled my baby into my chest. I didn't know what to say. What could I say? A multitude of emotions swirled around my brain as I processed what he'd told me. He'd been through a seemingly endless hell and yet he'd dragged himself through. And he kept all this buried inside of himself. And, after all of this, he was more worried about me and the pack than he was himself. He was so strong. He was a survivor. I held him even closer, as if that was possible,

"Baby, you're not going anywhere. I swear, on my life, I will do everything in my power to protect you. You're not alone anymore, so don't force yourself to be. We're gonna put an end to this. Together...and I promise you...I promise you I will kill that bastard in the slowest way possible. He's not gonna get away with what he did to you. I swear."

His arms wrapped around my torso and gripped my shirt,

"Thank you."

His voice was so soft I almost thought I imagined it. I kissed the top of his head and then leaned a little further to kiss his forehead. His body slowly relaxed into mine. We sat there enjoying the closeness of each other. Reluctantly, I pulled away and gently lifted his chin with my index finger 'til our eyes met,

"We have to wash the blood off, love, and then we can get some sleep, okay?"

He nodded, and I carried him into the bathroom. I let him down and stood behind him as he cautiously held his arms out. His right arm was covered in blood, similar to his left hand. His claws and long since retracted. Both of his forearms were littered with scars. There wasn't a single stretch of unscarred skin. The most disturbing were the two long and deep vertical cuts that mirrored each other. One on each arm. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know that they were suicide attempts.

I didn't point any of this out. He'll tell me when he's ready, like he had tonight. I simply turned the faucet on and gently, carefully, rinsed his blood from his body. As my hands carried the water up and down his arm, I noticed the way he avoided looking at his arms and me. I struggled to catch his eye in the mirror, but he continued to avoid it. The flash that I was able to see was filled with disgust. I finished cleaning off the blood and turned him to face me. He let his arms drop limply as he used the floor to hold his attention. I gently grasped his hands,

"Baby, look at me."

He continued to stare intently at the floor. I sighed,

"Please, love."

His head slowly lifted, and he reluctantly met my eyes with his. Those beautiful crystal blue orbs were filled with disgust and shame. I released his left hand and caressed his cheek,

"Talk to me, beautiful."

His eyes flickered to his arms before going back to me,

"It's okay. You don't have to lie."

I raised an eyebrow in confusion,

"What are you talk-"

He practically threw his arms into my face,

"This is disgusting! It's barely recognizable as skin anymore! So...so stop lying. I know I'm not beautiful or gorgeous...I'm broken and used and ug-"

I cut him off with a firm kiss on the lips. I held his chin in my hand while lifting his scarred arm to my lips,

"Don't you ever say that about yourself. Ever. You are not broken or used or disgusting. You have nothing to be ashamed of."

I left feathery kisses on every mark as I continued,

"I would never lie to you. You are beautiful...and gorgeous. Every time I see you, it takes my breath away. I love you. Even though I've only known you for a little more than a week, I know I love you. I love every inch of you. Every scar is a testament to your strength and determination, and I have nothing but admiration for them. You are everything I could ever ask for and I am proud to have you as my mate."

By the time I'd finished, we both had tears on our faces. I pressed my forehead to his and watched those beautiful crystal eyes. We stood staring at each other for a long while until Cyrus broke out into a fit of laughter. I was confused but still couldn't stop the amused smile that made a home on my lips. I watched as tears rolled down his face as he leaned on me, continuing to laugh. My smile continued to grow at the sound of his laugh. It was freaking perfect. I slid my arms around his waist and waited for his laughter to die down as I continued to watch and smile. When it had, I raised my eyebrow,

"And what, might I ask, is so funny?"

He cups my cheek and smiles at me, a full smile,

"I'm just...really happy right now and, quite frankly, I have no idea how long it will last, but I'm gonna savor it."

I kissed his cheeks and forehead before placing a loving kiss on his lips,

"I'm gonna do my best to make sure it lasts forever. Especially if it means I get to see this smile and hear that laugh again."

I grip his waist and pull him flush against my chest as I capture his lips. They fit like puzzle pieces. His lips are as soft as they look, and he tastes like honey. Unable to get enough, I lightly nibble at his lip as my hand explores his back and hips. His lips part, giving me access to his delicious mouth. I immediately explore it before caressing his sweet tongue with mine. He moans softly and I pick him up. On instinct, it seems, he wraps his legs around me while running his fingers through my hair.

I carry him to the bed as my tongue work continues to pull moans from his lips. I sit on the bed, causing him to straddle me before I lean back. His hands trail up and down my chest as he starts to attempt to dominate the kiss. And for a while, I let him, before I begin to fight for control again. As I do, my hands slide down his sides and to his thighs. I begin to trail kisses down his neck when he tenses slightly, though he quickly relaxes into my touch. He gasps as I lick the spot where my mark will go, his body shivering slightly.

I massage his thighs as I begin to suck and nibble at the sensitive skin before soothing it with my tongue. He continues to moan and shiver, which is starting to make me harden slightly. I could feel him do the same so, with a slight squeeze to his perfectly plump ass, I finally pulled away and admired my work. The reddish-purple mark looked perfect against his skin. As he laid his head down in the crook of my neck, I pressed a soft kiss against the hickey, causing him to sigh quietly,

"I didn't know kisses could feel that good."

I chuckled softly as my wolf felt nothing but pride in how we'd not only comforted but also pleasured our mate. I caressed his right butt cheek,

"I'm available anytime."

He laughed quietly, softly hitting my chest. We laid there, Cyrus periodically leaving gentle kisses on my neck while my hand softly ran up and down his body. It was comfortable, and I felt my eyes starting to close when my baby finally spoke. His soft raspy voice barely breaking the quiet,

"During the blood moon."

I turned my head slightly in time to catch him opening his eyes and looking up to me,

"I want to complete the mating process during the blood moon."

"Are you sure? I'll wait for as long-"

"I know. I'm sure. I want to be yours and I want you to be mine. I want to fully belong to each other and I want to be able to show the world."

I stare into his eyes, searching for any signs of doubt or uncertainty. All I found was sincerity and honesty. I kissed his forehead,

"Okay, baby. The blood moon it is."