That Thursday night.

Al was pounding the punching bag so mercilessly he could swear it would beg for him to stop if it can talk, The Alpha's droplets beads of sweat were whisking here and there throughout further butchering the material, Chase and him were working out in the school's gymnasium.

Both topless and in the mood to hit it hard.

"Izon and Tate then up en' left me there alone after that." Chase huffed out a breath, his six-pack glinting in the light.

"I missed breakfast and since I was still really hungry I grabbed a subway. Skipped three classes...or was it four? Anyway there's this new artificial leg on sale with USB compartments." The Delta was talking about his day while doing crunch-ups.

Meanwhile Al was too distracted to listen, remembering what happened during lunch, Weiler approaching Cyrus. He clicked his tongue. Vein lines showing on Al's forehead, his wavy drenched blonde locks sticking onto his temple.

Envy crawling within his mindset.

Bhom!

Whack!

Bhom!

That piece of garbage just had to come back when I found my mate, and Weiler even starts making a move on Cyrus! Fuck, what I'd give to have shifted earlier at lunch and put my overly-proper cousin in his shitty place. Al crashed his fist and the bag finally caves in, disconnecting from it's secured chain it flew across the gym surprising Chase.

Finally the thing comes to a stop, sand spilling from the ruined bag near the double doors where Rainier stood. He glanced at it then turned to his friends. "Is this a really bad time? Because I've got something you need to see Al."

Shrugging off his leather boxing gloves then undoing the bandages Al nods shortly. "Lay it on me, I've got shit tons of paper work to handle tommorow we also got a officers sector meeting too; new sets of training courses." Rainier strolled over giving Al the police autopsy report and two bottles of water, he tossed a clean towel onto Chase's head.
(Rainier is 90.9999% the mom among the three of them.)

The Alpha flipped open the files, examining the carcass of the pregnant Rogue while chugging down the cold water.

Rainier cautions him. "That's the only body found inside our territory Al, I don't want to be judgemental. But it's clearly done by an Alpha; A Nightwalker." The Beta looks over his shoulder, being careful of their surroundings.

Who knows if they were under surveillance.

"I overheard Weiler thinks it's you, because he checked the dog tags. You told me you just pulverised some trees then left. Al. Whoever is setting you up isn't an amateur."

The Alpha and The Delta gazed at each other, then back to the intelligent second in command. "You're saying we're up against some professional guy than just a serial killer?"

"Exactly, and they certainly mean business."

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Cyrus's left ear twitches detecting proud footsteps behind him, he didn't turn around since it was just his roommate. The quiet boy was currently reviewing for a quiz reading on silently.

Though he's now been repeating the same paragraph over and over again, Cyrus knows he couldn't dismiss Al any longer.

The expressionless male still couldn't get pass the fact that Al held him, Cyrus can't shake the malicious thoughts of 'what if The Alpha had secretly took advantage of him in his sleep?' Cyrus had all the right reasons to believe that, with how he was treated. Given Al's abusive behaviour and he's randomly impulsive while Cyrus was closed-off.

He's been, for the most parts of his life terribly cynical.

Questioning everything and him believing in nothing.

Even when some people genuinely intend goodness.

This is why he didn't express his gratitude for Al, he's just waiting for the catch. Cyrus personally thinks the blonde boy will eventually want something to return the favour.

That look of sexual frustration is obvious to not miss.

He already has an idea what Al will request of him.

And Cyrus is tired of the anticipation, it needs to end.

Leaving his boots on the floor like the spoiled sloop he is, The Alpha sprawled himself onto his king size bed. If only his mate knew the difficulty Al was putting himself in, just to keep his distance from Cyrus. It's similar to refusing life support that's necessary for Al; for werewolves to thrive.

[A/N : WARNING! Get tissues, ducktape and ice. NSWF / R-18 SPG content is coming up. Now...cringe with me!]

Al laid there on his mattress, longing for his Fluffy.

Throwing his arm over his eyes The Alpha secretly peeps at his mate, Cyrus had one hand prompt to his cheek and it's at that moment Al noticed he was sporting old glasses.

Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shhhhiiiitttttt!!! Sexy nerd much!

Cyrus unexpectedly stares back at him, he smirked.

Al thought inwardly. It's illegal to be THAT attractive!

"What? Never seen people reading?" The Alpha froze.

At this point his brain just started malfunctioning, seeing Cyrus in displaying an actual smirk that's aimed towards himself. Al's face lit in flames. What the fuck!? He smirked? At me! Why!? Was I ogling that long!? Should I wink!? Play it cool!? Sweet mother of Moon Goddess take the wheelll!!!
(Calm down children, we'll be back after these messages!)

The Alpha repositioned his masculine physic on his bed, lining his right hand to hold his angled jawline. Gaze set to directly maintain eye connection with his rebellious baby boy, chest and collarbone exposed for Cyrus to view.

He decided to play it cool, Al grins. "Hell yeah."

Cyrus quirks a brow, convinced Al is delirious.

"Right...figures you don't study." He deducted.

Al deflated hearing that, realising his thoughtless answer just now wasn't impressive and even made him seem more undesirable. He bit his tongue looking downwards, Cyrus ain't like normal werewolf girls and guys he could flex his money, social standing or even his Alpha status.

Cyrus then manipulates his own desk chair to confront The Alpha, without breaking their staring contest. He only cocks his head to the left yet Al blinked, observing the low steady pulse and imaging the feel of squeezing that neck again. Pain dancing with pleasure, his pants became tight.

He stood up still looking at Al with a straight expression, it all happened so quickly he found Cyrus had pushed him on his back and the younger boy was striding his crotch.

Al gulped, feeling his dick get all worked up.

Cyrus instructed. "Let's get this over with."

Reaching behind his back Cyrus tugged off his cheap shirt and disregarded it, Al was seriously feeling his animalistic side being ignited. Bright amber irises roaming his mate's unconventional yet beautifully flawed shape. Al released a breathless gasp, when Cyrus bucked in and rolled his hips.
He caught the new reaction and didn't understand what Al was thinking about this, therefore Cyrus bluntly declared.

"it's what you wanted right?"

Al senced the emptiness in his voice.

"I-I mean." The Alpha stuttered. "Yes. But---"

"Then fuck me like a man; do your worst Al."

It's needless to be told twice, Al immediately reverse their positions knocking off the black haired boy's glasses and he proceeds to run his right hand on Cyrus's bare torso. Al tracing the scars, going down on him suckling his full lips. The Alpha imprisoning Cyrus in between the soft bed and his heated body, he wrapped his arms pulling Al closer to him.

Remaining cold as winter, and unaffected to Al.

Their teeth roughly clashing against each other.

Two twirling tongues tasting their territories.

Dominance being fought for a killer kiss.

It was practically lust on the battlefield.

Eager gravel moaning ringing to their ears.

Al abruptly opened his eyelids and pulls away; shocked.

Cyrus was out of breath, chest pumping in air. Blood and saliva coming out of his mouth that The Alpha abused. He squinted then slowly glares at the blonde boy, Cyrus asked.

"What!? Not fucking good enough!?" Al paused, bringing a hand to his defeated face and cursed to himself. He grips the blankets and threw his arm above Cyrus's head, Al just leaned downward and he feels so pathetic to have fallen for him.

Cyrus gradually began shaking, unable to hide it he let out a cackling fit. Revealing his pointed canines as he watched Al's disappointment, The Alpha's pure emotions shattered.

His dark pit onyx eyes weren't deleting.

No flowery, after rain earthly scent.

The silver tattoo didn't burn him.

His pupils glowed into golden; Grim.

He folded his arms and scowled at The Alpha.

"Hurts doesn't it? Being disappointed." Cyrus mocks.

Al knows better, this wasn't his precious soul mate.

"You'll get over it soon. Though why stop now? You can do whatever you want with me anyway, it's no different than you think Al. Cyrus is all yours. Fuck him, abuse Cyrus in the ways you desire. He won't complain at all to you here."

He wasn't responding to this imposter.

"The silent treatment won't fucking work on me Al. I'm getting stronger, and you know what will happen when I inevitably out-grow you. There's nothing to stop me; us."

Not even Cyrus---

"STOP FUCKING AROUND WITH MY EMOTIONS!"

Grim smirked using Cyrus's appearance, the image of him having gold eyes instead of endless dark onyx terrified Al. He hears a panicked breathing, reality engulfed The Alpha.

Al awakens, finding his Rocky underneath him.

"You were having a nightmare." the real Cyrus murmurs.

My influence on you is irresistible.

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Author's Note :

My first descriptive smut sence, in a nutshell.

I updated mid-week because I'm not sure I'll post on Saturdays or Mondays. Plus I also wanted to send you something in advance for Valentine's day. (yuck, in case you're single and binge reads romantic and gushy smutty BL, BxB, Gay books like me & Maylin.)

Yeah Al totally fell asleep the second he laid on his bed and Grim used his longing for Cyrus to control his subconscious and showing Al what he desires. Grim even offering himself as a substitute since the real Cyrus won't display any interest in him.

Al's wet dream began with the A/N warning.

Am I cruel for making it all a wet dream? Not really, I mean I'm still experimenting here. *snickers* and this won't be the last of my experiments either.

Thank you for sticking around, tickle the star! Drink water, stay indoors and safe, gently pet a family member's head for no reason, do a water bottle flip, actually work on that homework that's two week over due, slap a bag of rice, WEAR face masks PLEASE! (dispose properly or it'll crawl back on your face in your sleep) talk to plants, (kindly) kiss your elbow, send a greeting card to your neighbour. Smile to yourself, buy ice-cream, you're alright maybe not now but eventually. And you might not be L'Oréal...

But you're definitely worth it baby.

The calm...