Vicious Submissive (BoyxBoy)

Detention: Cyrus POV

I lean back in my chair, trying not to strangle the piece of shit who's been glaring at me since I walked in. When I apologized to all of Leo and I's teachers, I didn't expect to get off easy. Detention was to be expected. I'm not stupid. What I didn't expect was to be stuck in here with, of all people, fucking Tyler. Did I mention that during my week-long lead-up to my breakdown, he was a constant thorn in my side? Almost like he was personally hired by the Mother Spirit to be a pain in my ass. He was one of the few people that was able to get me angry enough to want to spill blood. His preferably. Now, I'm stuck in detention for two weeks with this fucker. I inhaled deeply as his eyes continued to bore holes into the side of my face. I clenched and unclenched my fists as his glare slowly wore down my patience. After thirty minutes of this shit, I'd had enough. I took another breath, in a failed attempt to reign in my growing irritation, and turned an icily blank stare towards him,

 "The fuck are you staring at?"

My voice was its usual emotionless tone...except for the poorly veiled anger. I swear this bastard had a manual for pissing me the fuck off. He continued to glare, his eyes narrowing slightly,

 "A dead wolf walking."

 "The fuck-"

 "Quiet! This is detention, not a social club."

I glanced at the teacher and forced myself not to roll my eyes before putting my head down. Just because I'm stuck in here doesn't mean I have to be awake for it. Closing my eyes, I let my thoughts drift to Leo and how nice it felt in his arms. A vibration in my pocket woke me up. I opened my eyes lazily and felt around until my hand met my pocket. Pulling out the phone Leo had given me earlier this week, I looked down to see his name on the screen. Now, how the fuck do I answer the call? I struggle for a bit before I remember to slide my finger on the green circle,

 "Hey."

 "Baby, did you fall asleep?"

 "What makes you say that?"

 "I've been waking up next to you for well over a week. I know what your morning voice sounds like, gorgeous."

I simply hum in response, a smile pulling at my lips while looking around the now empty room. He chuckles before sighing,

 "Baby, I've been waiting for you outside for about ten minutes. Detention has been over. Come on, I wanted to take you out for dinner."

I stood up, stretching and grabbing my bag while internally cursing the teacher for not letting me know,

 "Oh. Dinner with just us?"

 "Well, it was supposed to be, but Jax and Fin wiggled into making it a double date. But I can ditch them if you'd like love."

I walked out of the room, rolling my eyes, but smiled slightly at the indignant protests I'd heard in the background. Fin and Jax, as well as Josh, had become a tolerable, and sometimes amusing, constant so I honestly didn't mind. I was adaptable, and they were all harmless,

 "I don't mind. We'll have time to ourselves later."

He hummed back before continuing,

 "I still don't think you should have accepted two weeks of detention. You were dealing with so much. It wasn't your fault."

Leo thought I should have not said anything about the last week and my behavior towards the teachers. In some ways, he had a point. I wasn't in my right mind. But, I also didn't want to give any more reasons to be a target. Being a rogue was enough without adding on a disrespectful, partially feral alpha label. Also, I wanted to practice being a Luna, and that meant taking responsibility for my actions and presenting myself as a good example. When possible. I sighed,

 "Baby, you know it's the right thing to do."

He purred when I called him baby. I didn't say it often, which meant he savored it when it happened,

 "I know. Doesn't mean I have to like it."

 "At least we got three days down."

I was a few more turns from the front entrance when my head exploded in pain. On instinct, I put my hands out to prevent myself from face planting into the ground. I dropped my bag and rolled into a crouched fighting position. My vision was a little hazy from whatever had just hit me in the head. Through the haze, I made out about six figures for me to glare at. My vision was a bit pitiful, but the scents that came off of them gave me a better idea of who exactly had decided to jump me.

Tyler was the first scent that hit me, which instantly made me growl. I smelled a mixture of jaguar and lion after that. More jaguar than lion. They began to close in on me, causing me to jump back. I kept blinking 'til my vision was clearer, though it was doing nothing for the headache that was starting to grow. I examined the clear figures in front of me and noticed that not a single one was unarmed. Bats, pipes, and crowbars were gripped tightly as I stood and got into a fighting position. I ignored the three lions, one of which being Nico's Beta, and the one unknown jaguar before turning towards, who I guessed, were the main culprits. Tyler, his Beta: Carson, and his Gamma: Justin. Tyler sneered at me confidently while his second and third clutched the pipes in their hands like security blankets. I felt my eyes shift colors as my canines and claws extended,

 "What the hell is this supposed to be?"

My voice was rougher as my wolf stood by, waiting to see if he'd have a chance to rip them apart. I know my aura as an alpha was coming off in waves because everyone but Tyler was shifting anxiously and gripping their make-shift weapons with white knuckles. Tyler simply rolled his shoulders,

 "Reminding you that at the end of the day, Alpha's mate or not, you 're still rogue trash."

I smirked, revealing my sharp canines,

 "You need seven people with weapons to take out 'trash', you entitled prick."

His eyes flashed neon green, oooh I struck a nerve,

 "Big words for someone whose about to be a bloodied pulp."

He jumped towards me, swinging the pipe. I tried to move back again but bumped into the lockers. Shit. I quickly put my arm up and narrowed my eyes as the pipe made forceful contact with my arm. That was definitely fractured. At the sound of the soft crack of my bone, the rest of his group began to close the distance. I quickly kicked him away and grabbed the crowbar that attempted to make contact with my shoulder. I growled and ducked under the bat that came towards my head, only for a pipe to slam into my back. As the air left my lungs, it took everything in me not to take a knee.

If I hit the ground, I was fucked. Instead, I turned and punched the closest face, growling in satisfaction as the bones in his nasal cavity collapsed under the force. It was short-lived as the crowbar I was still gripping was yanked out of my hand while something slammed into my thigh. Not broken. Just bruised. I kicked one of the bat-wielding lions in the knee, causing it to become dislocated and bend in the wrong direction. I then punched Justin in the throat. He gasped for air and my vision became blurred slightly; the room starting to gently spin. I shook my head in an attempt to clear my mind as I barely dodged another pipe to the head. This isn't good. My arm is broken and I'm quite sure my head is bleeding. I need to get out of here. Or pray that Leo makes his way in.