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If any other person was touching him in the way that Logan did, Cyrus would have grunted and felt disgusted with himself: with him, he didn’t really dote on his looks; nor of how many scars covered his body. There was a semblance of unease at times, however. The two were only seemingly interested in locking lips and providing one another with oral pleasure, but on Cyrus’ part, he wanted a more. A lot more—he was sure that whatever they may do in the future, nothing could ever truly quench his sexual hunger, despite the fact Logan had ticked all of the right boxes to become the perfect candidate.
When the pair of lips had pulled free, Cyrus was quick to pull him back briefly by the tug of his hips, crashing their lips only briefly, but purely made to conceive some notion of dominance and proprietary. Alas, he eventually allowed the warmth and ruggedness of the werewolf to step away, leaving Cyrus in a state of complete bliss and ache. Just below the hem of his hooded jumper, his jeans bulged and stretched to accommodate the steady growth of his erection. It didn’t appear to be a problem until he heard a growl resonate from his friend. Looking in the direction of his friend, he took the quick steps to place himself between the hunters and the one he cared for, his arm naturally curling behind him to keep Logan from reach, using his own body as a shield against any impending doom.
“Come on, guys. You really don’t want to do—” Cyrus almost had no time to react when a bullet had whizzed past his head, nicking at the bottom part of his earlobe, and lodging itself against the cement wall behind them. Raising a hand to the side of his head, Cyrus winced when the tips of his fingers were red with blood. “Well, if we’re gonna have a little brawl, the fight may as well be fair.” Cyrus punched the air in front of him with an open palm. Firearms, knives, axes, crowbars, bats and every other kind of weapon the hunters had on them, had rattled together in a pile and jolted into the air, flung away towards the nearby creek. “Don’t die—” Turning his head over his shoulder, he leans back to press a brief kiss to Logan’s lips, as lovers would normally do before going into battle. “—cos we’re not done here, baby.” With the mild discomfort of his groin, he walked out into the open, hunters letting out a cacophony of laughter as they began to divide themselves between Cyrus and Logan.
the wolf barely had time to react to the swift kiss placed upon his lips ( or the fact that he’d so freely kissed him in THAT state ), his focus resting pointedly at the hunters while they splintered off into groups. it was an attempt at an organized attack, now that they realized that he was not alone, but the problem was ─ it really didn’t matter to him whether it was five on one, or all of them on one. this was going to only end one way. IN A BLOOD BATH. ❛ hey !! cyrus !! don’t die on me either, alright? ❜ he yells out after the other, though, from the looks of it he was more than certain that cyrus would give them a run for their money.
he didn’t have much time to dwell on it, however, once the first strike was landed against him ; he focused solely on his attackers in front of him. the first two, didn’t stand a chance, both being dispatched with minimal effort ( on his part at least, for them, they’d be LUCKY if they ever walked properly again after hitting the brick wall ).
❛ ─ c’mon guys. you know damn well, i can do this all day… i understand your boss is obsessed with me, but just ONCE, a hello would be nice before trying to kill me. ❜ he states, while wrangling one particularly scrawny hunter by his neck, arm tightening in a bit of a chokehold. ❛ not that it EVER WORKS for you people. ❜
only when he felt the body slacken, a sign that his opponent was out cold, does he drop him like a sack of potatoes ; and looks around for the next. at this point, he’d mellowed himself enough to present his human half, finding that his shifted counterpart wasn’t necessarily needed at the moment ( once the shift took over, if IRRITATED enough, it wasn’t likely that any of these guys would be making it out alive ; and he really didn’t feel like adding to his murder count at present ).