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Cyrus James

rose child of a thorn

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a character in “rose petal boys”, as played by blondehaired

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R O Y A L T Y in the 21st century is news anchors and wine vineyard heiresses, children born with golden iphones in their grabby little hands before they can wonder if they even need it. In their world, they need everything.

L O V I N G was not the word most people would use to describe the marriage between Reid James and Malena Alcaldo. The holy matrimony was certainly economically beneficial, and for Malena, the moment their baby boy was born, all the narcissistic and unattractive qualities of her hot shot husband melted away looking into those big blue eyes.

J U P I T E R , Florida. After about five years of living in the elite of Hollywood, Malena wanted to show Cyrus a life without entitlement and privilege, one where he would learn his own values and understand that hard work brought success, like his great-grandfather when he started their vineyard. Jupiter came with his mother's siblings, his Uncle Hugo and Aunt Lola, who had their own children that were like siblings to him. They taught him that he could have everything he wanted if he worked hard for it, and his drive for travel and international career dreams sparked from them. He was taught Spanish like his cousins and he never really thought of his father, who would make Malena drive to Miami so he could see their son. To Cyrus, Reid James was just a man who brought him expensive presents on his birthday and Christmas in the expectation of Cyrus' love in return.

I T was a beautifully hot, beautifully sunny day when a man ran up on his mother looking to steal her purse and shot her in retaliation for her defiance. Her blood pooled on the sidewalk as her murderer escaped, the only thing Cyrus' mind could latch to was the wide and scared green eyes that turned on his mother's dying body before he ran off. He was no help to the police, a frightened fourteen year old whose mother just died. It rained hard the day they buried Malena Alcaldo in the hills in Spain, his father's cold grip on his shoulder as he scolded him not to cry, men don't cry.

L I F E with Reid James was a nightmare. New York was cold and Cyrus shied away from the limelight every time his father shoved him in it. Reid was not prepared for this moody teenage boy in his bachelor lifestyle, and their screaming and fighting was heard throughout his little society he'd built for himself. Everyone compared Cyrus to Reid constantly, which made Cyrus want nothing to do with his father.

A C C E P T A N C E into Fulton was his saving grace. Miami was never far from campus and his aunt and uncle always welcomed him back with open arms. There was another family he built at Fulton that welcomed him with open arms, the brothers of Sigma Chi Delta. Their bid card was disastrous for Reid James to see, being a former Fulton Beta and having just seen his fellow brother go through the same thing with his own black sheep son. It didn't matter to Cyrus what anyone thought anymore, especially anyone who wore the Beta letters. He had his brothers, and for a sparkling moment, a boy who loved him. The matter of his sexuality was still behind closed doors, but it's that very matter that lands him in the bed of a Beta wondering if he should risk it all for this new boys' heart.

So begins...

Cyrus James's Story

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You did what? Cyrus Fischer-"

"I'm not going to let you ruin my night, Reid. Go tell all your Beta brothers your son killed your legacy."

Cyrus shoved his phone into the back of his jeans and joins the chaos of boys in front of him who he could now call his brothers. The houses rotated holding a bid day party for all the new brothers, and the boys of Beta Gamma Omega were the lucky ones this year. But this was after Cyrus and his new brothers were invited to the Sigma house for a day party, making them plenty wasted in various forms of substances by the time they made it over an hour after the Beta party started.

Cyrus shirked the suit and tie he'd donned for accepting his bid, choosing his favorite pair of black ripped jeans and a loose sky blue button-up that he partially tucked in. He was definitely a foreigner when it came to the style of the Sigmas, but after a few Beta jokes, he was one of them.

He eyed up the open bar in the other room, packed with girls in tight skirts and boys way drunker than he is. Before he can make it over, one of his new brothers Jack, friends before because of their Beta fathers, slaps an arm around his shoulder. "Alright Cy, lets make our fathers proud, eh?" Jack yells over the pulsing music, and Cyrus grins devilishly. He follows the older boy through the throng of dancers in the middle of the house in preparation for a long night of drinking and doing that Jack says Sigmas do best: fuckin' party.

Cyrus squeezes into the line of people clinging to the bar, the Beta behind the bar giving him a look of disdain before giving Cyrus a cup of the mixture of whatever they had in the multiple coolers behind the bar. If anyone asked, the guy behind the bar would just say vodka. It was sweet and surprisingly strong, and Cyrus was already a little buzzed, so it didn't matter much what was in the cup. And he downed it fast enough to get another cup to sip on as he moved through the party. He tipped his drink to Jack, who was already pressed up against one of the drunk girls at the bar, and leaves the bar room for the dancing mob in the main room.

Cyrus wasn't much of a dancer, but he fell into some mindless form of moving to the rhythm with some of the Sigmas and plenty of girls for all of them. Cyrus had hooked up with one of the older sorority girls during one of his first few days on campus, which one he wasn't sure, so he was in the mood for someone else.

That someone in particular became apparent when Cyrus found Maddox Izumi at the party.

The older Beta boy was one he had talked to frequently during the recruitment process. He was truly a casanova, different from the usual Beta but in a way that made Cyrus gravitate towards him. It almost made him seem like he could've been one of them, something that made its way to the ears of Reid James who prepared for a legacy.

They obviously didn't happen, but he still wanted to talk to Maddox. It wasn't a crush in the slightest - that idea made him laugh - but he wouldn't mind finding himself in bed with Maddox. Even in the mid lights of the party, Maddox looks quite elegant, handsome, and stone cold sober compared to the rest of the party. Cyrus grins at the sight, set on a new target for the night. He had a feeling Maddox would made this night much more interesting for him.

Cyrus pulls himself from the pack, downing the half the drink left and brushes by Maddox as he goes over to the bar. He shoves the new cup into the old cup, surveying the scene of the bar room to see if Maddox had come in after him. Not surprised to find himself unfollowed, he sways back into the main room and stands beside Maddox. Taking a sip, he greets the Beta boy with his usual charm, "you're going to have to actually work to see this pretty face, Izumi. What ever will you do?"

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"Remember who you're representing, Izumi. I need you on your best behavior."

"Aren't I always?"

"I'm trusting you."

This is the same conversation Maddox had with the previous Beta president the year before. Look alive, dress well, wear your best smile and do the Beta legacy proud. Each year came with new experiences, another notch to the belt and Maddox moved on, seemingly made to be a Beta. The perfect Prince Charming for their all-mighty kingdom. The older Betas were convinced he'd come to be president his senior year, and Maddox bathed in the compliments and glory. It felt good to be on top, even if he had to sacrifice a part of himself.

The president went on his way, and the younger Beta eyed the full-length mirror a few feet in front of him, running his fingers through his unstyled hair and successfully tucking loose strands into place. It was the Beta House's turn to host the bid day party this year, and Maddox was expected to look his best, as he did. Even now, parties weren't his thing, but he'd never miss an event so important. Not if he planned on ruling the Beta kingdom one day. Thankfully, he'd come to be quite skilled at pretending. Pretending to like parties, pretending to like the people around him, pretending to be perfect. It'd become such a routine, it was now second nature to him. He adjusted his jacket one last time and joined the event just as an influx of attendees came in.

There were members from every house, old and new. Most of them had gravitated towards the dance floor, while the rest crowded around the mini bar. The sight of the freshman looking lost and intimidated made Maddox smirk. He'd been in their place just the year before, he remembered how lost and afraid he'd felt, even if his charming smile and social skills said otherwise. As cruel as it sounds, he was glad to see he hadn't been the only one.

Sometime during the party, he had gravitated toward the group of Alphas near the bar. He'd become close to several of them already. Their smiles widened and eyes lit up the moment he joined the circle, clinging to him along with a few other Betas. Simply put, they adored him, and even though Maddox couldn't say he felt the same he could certainly play along. So he'd spent a good portion of the party entertaining them and their wishes until the small group gradually fell apart as each of its members went on to do their own thing. It was crowded, loud and every face was beginning to look the same to Maddox. Even still, he hadn't missed the head of blonde hair that'd passed by him. Cyrus James was not an easy face to forget. He'd been Maddox's target during recruitment because the blonde seemed to like him, and the Betas wanted Cyrus in their house. Recruiting turned into talking, talking turned into flirting, and even after Cyrus chose the Sigma house over them, Maddox had to admit he wouldn't mind spending a few more nights with the guy.

But he let the boy go, knowing full well that'd he'd be coming back around, as he did. The Beta very casually detached himself from the remaining Alpha, assuring her he'd come back around to find her, a lie she very easily believed, and turned to face the younger male, eyebrow raised in amusement. "you're going to have to actually work to see this pretty face, Izumi. What ever will you do?" Maddox smirked in response, not taking him long to realize Cyrus was already mildly intoxicated. Perhaps ignoring his comment and asking him how he was liking the Sigmas would have been the smartest course of action, but what was Maddox Izumi if not a tease? "Oh don't you worry about that James, I won't need to do anything." His body leaned forward, hand pressed against the Sigma's hip as he moved his lips close to his ear, his hot breath easily brushing against Cyrus' skin. "You'll be coming back to me all on your own." Without so much as a look in Cyrus' direction, Maddox walked off towards one of his Beta brothers, making sure his hand grazed over Cyrus' arm as he did. Cyrus would be back, that much was certain.

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"I won't need to do anything. You'll be coming back to me all on your own."

Cyrus wasn't sure what side of Maddox he expected. He knew the Beta had flirted with him during his recruitment process, seemingly alright with discrete displays of lust, and a party would be the perfect shadow for open flirtations. Still, Cyrus wasn't prepared for Maddox's hand to slip onto his hip, and the hot breath kissing against his ear. He won't admit he shivers, the tone of voice and the promise that Maddox was too irresistible for the younger man. Cocky little shit.

Maddox doesn't leave time for Cyrus' rebuttal, only a brush of his hand across Cyrus' arm as their conversation abruptly ended. Cyrus is lucky for the dim lights hiding the little pink blush that wasn't from the alcohol. If given the chance, Cyrus wasn't even sure he would have given his usual witty reply, given his current state of alcoholic influence, and the fact that Maddox was more than likely right. Cyrus had already sought out Maddox the moment the other fraternity man crossed his mind. That didn't mean he couldn't prove Maddox wrong, he enjoyed doing that to any Beta he met. Shit, he had half the old brothers thinking he'd be in Beta by the night.

Cyrus moves into the crowd, winding through the opposite side to the back door porch where he could get a fresh breath. A boy he'd been pledging with that went Beta, Chris or Kyle or something, leaned against the railing with a little green join in his hand. "Isn't recreational marijuana use illegal in Florida?" Cyrus' voice is light and teasing, easily detangling the joint from the other boy's fingers to take his version of a breath of fresh air.

He and this new Beta got along moderately well, being basically the only other person Cyrus talked to outside of the brothers that wanted him in their house. The brunette smirked, watching Cyrus expel smoke into the air. "Not when dear ol' pops is a probate judge. Or when an asshole Sigma is smoking it all for you," Chris/Kyle answers, snatching the joint back. Cyrus chuckles, knowing he could replace that join a hundred times when the suppliers he has, but it was really for the moment of clarity after the alcohol was fuzzing his head. Maybe that wasn't the only thing...

"Maddox Izumi, you talk to him during recruitment?" Cyrus asks casually, not sure what kind of information he's hoping for. The younger Beta shrugs, turning to lean his elbows on the railing and offering the blunt even after his snarky statement.

"Everyone says he's basically destined to be president. So the guys he talks to during recruitment are top of the bid list. I saw you talking to him a lot, surprised we're not brothers now." The answer does make him feel so much more satisfied on his fraternity choice, but it doesn't say much about Maddox other than being a high achiever. He shrugs in the same fashion as the other boy, "Dad's a Fulton Beta alumni. He was practically drooling the moment he found out I was recruiting, too bad I couldn't live up to that." He isn't serious, and the other boy doesn't seem to care. "It's your four years. Who cares about that legacy bullshit?"

Cyrus makes a note to keep in touch with this Chris/Kyle character, and hands back the joint as he walks inside. His mind is soothed by the increasing effects of marijuana, but his bladder has him roaming the back rooms of the Beta house looking for a bathroom. He stumbled upon one disappointing hook up, a few locked doors, and one room that he was about to leave when he saw the open laptop and the name on the screen. Maddox Izumi.

Curiosity got the better of him and he steps inside more, noticing the similar scent of Maddox' cologne gently wafting through the room. The room reminded him of the older Beta boy, elegant and clean. Cyrus paced about the room, his cup of alcohol lost by the balcony he was just smoking at. He fingers trace against clean dresser tops and across the nice clothes in the half open closet. He brushed over the soft comforter on the bed, taking a seat for a moment to access the bed's equal softness, and admires the bed set. He knew it would be strange for him to be in here, but he couldn't quite get himself to leave just yet.

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After their encounter, Maddox had walked off to say his hellos to a few of the people he actually liked and had lost sight of Cyrus. There was an inkling of disappointment that settled in as he thought of the cute little blush he’d most likely missed by walking away after his rebuttal. Or the possibility of not getting to see the blonde anymore for the rest of the night. He’d never intended on seeing him in the first place, but now that he had, it became almost impossible to not think about it

He’d somehow found himself by the bar, entertaining the idea of having a few drinks. It’s not that Mad disliked alcohol, in fact, it was one of his favorite substances. He did, however, dislike the idea of losing his wits. The idea of being vulnerable while under the influence of whatever drink he’d end up having a bit too much of. He liked, loved, being in control, not only of others but of himself. So he opted for one of the safest options that sat behind the counter. A nice glass of RosĂ©. He took a sip, letting the warmth run through his body, and thought about seeking out Cyrus, even after the statement he’d made about the blonde looking for him first. It was one of the worst ideas Maddox had ever thought of, and even still he continued to ponder the option as he downed the rest of the glass.

”Maddy!” The familiar voice called from behind him, pulling him out of his dangerous train of thought, which he was extremely thankful for, but even more so when he turned to meet Abigail’s gaze. Her smile widened as he did, and Maddox mimicked the gesture, setting the empty wine glass on the counter behind him. ”You look stunningly handsome tonight.” she stated after detaching herself from a greeting hug. Maddox took a hold of the older Alpha’s hand, twirling her around to inspect her attire. ”And you look absolutely gorgeous, but that’s nothing new.” Abigail, having been one of the few Alphas he genuinely liked, had taken it upon herself to become a big sister for him. They’d known one another just over a year, but she already knew things about him that he’d never dare to share with anyone else. Oh, if she only knew what the Beta had been lost in thought about just before she showed up.

”How are you liking the party?” she questioned after a sip of whatever the bartender had concocted and dumped into her cup. She took a seat at one of the bar stools, leaving the space beside it open for Maddox to move in closer. ”Honestly?” the male rested his elbow against the countertop after signaling the bartender to refill the red liquid. ”It’s everything I thought it would be.” the statement carried truth. There was nothing about this party that impressed or surprised him, and Abby easily understood what he meant. ”Well you’re doing one hell of a job making yourself known. Quite the popular ladies man too.” she stated, reaching over to straighten the collar of his jacket. Maddox hadn’t missed the hint of concern in the last part of her statement but decided to brush it off for a later time.

With a pulse of the heavy base came the thumping of Maddox’ headache. He finished his second glass of wine just as Naomi, another one of the older alphas, joined them. The two got along well enough. And Maddox usually enjoyed the playful bickering that went on between himself and the former, but every rattle of the speakers and every moment of the partygoers constant chattering had his head feeling like it could spontaneously combust. So he excused himself from the conversation and worked his way through the heavily saturated spaces until he’d reached the empty back halls of the mansion. The excessive noise of the party still rung in his ears, but the headache began to subdue as he made his way to his bedroom in hopes of finding something that would ease the pain.

As he walked, he took note of whose doors were locked, knowing full well what was going on behind them even if the thick walls and loud music didn’t allow for anything to be heard. He was relieved to find no one had taken over his own room as he noticed its door was still open. Much to his surprise though, he was wrong, but it wasn’t what he’d expected to find.

”Well, well
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 I didn’t think you’d do it so soon.”

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Fuck.

Cyrus had been lost in his thoughts, his intoxicated mind completely forgetting time and the fact that Maddox would eventually come up to his room. His loss of focus on reality, relaxing in the soft bed that practically begged for his company, caused his plan of evading the handsome Beta for the rest of the night to crumble before him.

Cyrus turns his head toward the door, his bright blues meeting the sight of Maddox Izumi in the doorway. He had to admit, Maddox dressed extremely well, knowing the balance between overdressed and under well enough to shine in the light from the hallway. The drunker Cyrus got, the more he thought about running his fingers through that perfectly styled hair, and hooking his fingers into the belt loops to accompany the very expensive belt Maddox had on. He was already planning on finding someone's else bed for the night, and he was already sitting on this one.

It takes another moment for Cyrus to realize he hasn't said anything, just sat there like an expectant puppy. He blushes slightly at how stupid he must look right now. "You Betas need a less confusing house... I was just looking for the bathroom," Cyrus manages to mutter, his cheeks flaming hot and bright red. He knows this won't explain why he was still in Maddox's room, sitting on the bed of all places, but right now he's ready to bolt.

Noticing the throbbing music still playing downstairs, he cocks his head curiously at Maddox, standing up and admiring the room again. "Surprised you're up here so early, thought you'd be down there with your adoring kingdom," Cyrus teases, looking over at the other man for a quick moment to assess his reaction before wandering further around the room.

Nothing surprises Cyrus much in the room. It seems more of a place to sleep and change than somewhere Maddox spends a lot of his time. And the bed is well made with soft, luxurious sheets, making Cyrus think that Maddox may have less inhabitants in it than could be expected from a properly adored Beta man. He wondered of himself why Maddox attracted him so much, considering most Betas reminded him of his father and the disdain he had for the man. And after rejecting a bid and tarnishing his father's legacy, most of them wouldn't give him the time of day. He expected the same from Maddox, but judging by the fact he wasn't immediately forced from the room, he doesn't think that Maddox dislikes his company one bit.

So if he was going to lose to anyone, it didn't feel like one with Maddox. "Soon the prince will become king and I'll have to do more than wait in your room for your attention," Cyrus sighs dramatically, playing up his loss like it was planned. He pointedly sits back on the bed facing the door, spreading his arms behind him to hold himself up and splaying his legs just a little wider but still casual. Looking up at Maddox with mischievous blues that only seemed brighter with his sky blue shirt still untarnished from tonight's events.

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If anyone asked Maddox out loud, he would have avidly denied the fact that the sight of Cyrus sitting on his bed looking back at him as if he’d been expecting him all day long made him feel better than the shower of compliments he’d been getting all night. The Beta eyed the blonde, eyebrow raised in amusement at the late and somewhat vague reply. ”The bathroom, huh?” he smirked at the thought of Cyrus attempting to make excuses as if Maddox hadn’t been right all along. The flush of pink on the Sigma’s face made his statement even less believable.

”Every prince needs his alone time every now and then.” Maddox could hear the thumping of the base echoing through the halls, along with a few footsteps. A pair of heels and newly bought dress shoes, to be exact. A new hookup beginning to brew. Knowing what to do next wasn’t conplicated. Cyrus didn’t belong in his bedroom, regardless of how much Maddox did not mind him being there. In his place should have been one of the Alphas, in a tight black dress that Maddox could easily pull off. Someone that would go onto brag to his sisters about how amazing the Beta was in bed. Instead it was a freshman boy, a Sigma at that. Just the sight of them together could put his future presidency at risk. It should have been easy for Maddox to kick him out with zero remorse.

”Actually, I came looking for some pain killers.” Maddox stated, hand resting on the door knob ready to open it for Cyrus to take the exit. But the sight of the boy sprawled out on his bed, cheeks flushed pink, messy hair, clothes begging to be ripped off, sent the Beta into a momentary lapse of judgment. Something he knew fully well he’d regret in the long run, but didn’t care enough right now to stop himself. So he took a few steps forward, carefully closing the door behind him and turning the lock. His eyes locked on the blonde in front of him, smirk in place and having suddenly forgotten his headache. ”Looks like I found something better.”

There was no part of Maddox that knew where he was going with this. There were so many different ways this could play out, all of which involved the risk of losing something. Either the respect of his Beta brothers or the unforgettable night he knew Cyrus would be able to provide. He was painfully attractive, there was no denying that, and any other day Maddox would have chosen his Beta status over a quick fuck. It seemed like tonight would be the night of unlikely events and reckless decisions.

His steps took him to the bed where Cyrus was still sitting, heart pounding in his chest harder than it should be, which he successfully ignored. There was a faint buzzing in the back of his mind, distant warnings that he should have shoved Cyrus back out into the hallway. A daunting feeing in the back of his mind that he was going down a dangerous path, and against his better judgement he ignored everything and leaned forwaed, palms placed on either side of Cyrus’ hips, his face merely inches from the Sigma’s. ”Well you got my attention now,,,what are you going to do with it?”

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Cyrus was pushing his luck, he knew it. Every minute spent splayed on this oversized bed instead of out in the hallway looking for someone else's bed to schmooze his way into was minutes closer to seeing if Maddox's flirting would go anywhere.

It was obvious his sore excuse of an explanation didn't sell, but he'd already accepted that he looks like a school girl crushing after the football star. Only this time it's Beta prince in line for the throne and a Sigma, rebel to his bedroom. He's seen how Beta brothers feel about the kind of relationship he could share with Maddox; his father wasn't exactly keen when he saw one of Cyrus' little male flings leaving the house, but he'd seen others get beat up or thrown out for much less. And he's seen enough of Maddox tonight that he doesn't expect the Beta to take men to bed very often, if at all.

Still, Cyrus smirks at Maddox's mention of alone time, considering if he hadn't found Cyrus sitting on his bed, he wouldn't be lonely for long. He would've found it disdainful for any beta to refer to himself as a prince, even after being teased with the same nickname, but it just makes Cyrus more attracted. He hopes that it isn't too obvious how much of an attraction it is, considering how tight his jeans suddenly feel.

His eyes lock onto Maddox's hand on the door knob, keeping his face cool but flicking his eyes up to Maddox. He couldn't read the man, which was infuriating sober but even more so in a mixed state of sexual tension and drunkenness, the drunkenness being really just Cyrus.

Cyrus changes his body stance just enough to be so much more tantalizing, begging to be joined in bed instead of kicked out of it.

His can't help it, the turn of the lock and Maddox's steps toward him makes his breath catch. He knows he should say something, be his usual suave self and turn the tables, but right now Maddox's gaze on him makes him feel like the freshman boy he is. If Maddox was nervous in any way, he didn't show it, which made him even more nervous. His body shivers, barely noticeable, as Maddox's hands move to his hips and their faces are inches apart, where he's wanted him all night. "Well you got my attention now.. what are you going to do with it?"

Something about that statement, how the decision to go further was suddenly in his hands, makes his nervousness go away. He leans forward to where their lips are almost brushing, his own curled in a smirk. "I'm going to do you better than any Alpha you've ever slept with," He purrs in the most seductive voice he can manage.

Not a second later, he curls his fists into the front of Maddox's shirt and pulls the other man to him, crashing their lips together.

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The party raged on downstairs, glasses clinking and exaggerated laughter traveled up the marble staircase and through the halls. Even with the door shut, the sound of the party was still loud enough to be heard. Maddox, for one, was thankful. If it wasn't for the noise, he was convinced Cyrus would have heard his heart aggressively pounding against his chest. This would not be the Beta's first hook-up within the confines of his own bedroom, not by a long shot. And yet, it suddenly felt like he'd never done this before.

His eyes were glued to Cyrus' bright blues while his mind and body were at odds. It seemed like the louder common sense screamed to stop, the more rebellious his body became. And this was the downside of being stone cold sober, there were no excuses to be made. Nothing to blame his own actions on aside from his sheer willpower. On the other hand, Cyrus was clearly buzzed and would most likely not remember most of it. At least, that's the excuse Maddox chose to believe as the Sigma moved closer. "I'm going to do you better than any Alpha you've ever slept with," The Beta's facial features never faltered, not even as Cyrus said this. Not even as his body was pulled forward, causing the two to land on his oversized bed a tangled mess.

The way their lips fit together so perfectly it was almost scary, like two puzzle pieces finding their place. Every thought Maddox had up until this point was flung out the window, the loud party in the background fading to nothing more than white noise. One palm against the mattress held up Maddox's upper body, while the other traveled upwards, from its resting place on Cyrus' hip to the underside of his shirt. Their lips parted only long enough for them to breathe, but nowhere near long enough for Maddox to rethink what he had clearly instigated. It felt odd in a sense, but in the best way. Like he should have known exactly what to do after having done it several times before, and yet feeling like it was a first time experience.

His body moved as if on auto-pilot, giving his previous racing thoughts a long break. He carried on until Cyrus' shirt was on the ground, and Maddox' own hand lingered over the button and zipper he had just undone. Even then, his lips were glued to Cyrus' as if both their lives depended on it. It wasn't until he felt the overwhelming need to catch his breath that he pulled away, actually looking at the young boy under him for the first time since they'd hit the mattress. His dark eyes examined Cyrus' face, attempting to decode what he was thinking in hopes of avoiding his own thoughts. This wasn't how Maddox had expected tonight to play out, not by a long shot. It was better...much better, and the Beta wasn't sure how he should feel about that.

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The party dissolved from his mind and his thoughts were consumed by Maddox. Now his little attraction for Maddox bloomed with the softest lips he'd ever smashed against his own. He yearned for each movement from Maddox, only taking breaths when Maddox pulled his lips away and then chased Maddox's lips for more. Though the way Maddox kissed him and touched him, he could barely catch his breath. The hands sliding up his skin and the rhythm of their bodies rolling against each other was enough to make him shudder. Cyrus was bare chested with undone jeans before he could even blink, glancing up lustfully at Maddox when he takes a minute to admire Cyrus.

Cyrus really enjoys Maddox's gaze on him, but can only wonder what Maddox is thinking. It doesn't matter, the whole purpose of his place in bed is not thinking. He cups Maddox's face with one hand, fingers curled around Maddox's ear. "Stop thinking so much, Mad. This isn't anything more than you want it to be," Cyrus purrs into his ear, letting his kisses travel wherever they wanted.

He knows that Maddox wants this to be a one time lapse of judgment, and a part of him wants to change the Beta's mind. A larger part of him knows that's foolish to hope for and focuses on making the night unforgettable for Maddox so the blonde would always be in the back of his mind. And honestly, why would Cyrus want to be with someone, even as a hook up, where he'd always have to watch his back? When Cyrus was with men, he didn't like to worry about keeping secrets and didn't see the appeal of the "forbidden romance". He liked his men out in the open and reckless, giving him his black sheep rebel reputation many knew him for. He knew the Beta alumni talked poorly of him, some outright refusing to acknowledge his presence and hindering his recruitment process. Maddox wasn't anything like the men he slept with.

But here he was, losing clothes and some of his sanity in bed with Maddox Izumi. The bed sheets swallowed their secrets, every spark of pleasure and strung out cry. No one would hear them but the downy pillows because of the pounding bass still shaking the house. Cyrus felt it in his very bones, vibrating. He couldn't be one of those girls that detail the magic of sharing a bed with the Beta prince, but vision of Maddox hovering over him and wanting to please him, well, that doesn't just go away.

The night sure did. Cyrus couldn't remember when the tangled mess of limbs and sheets quieted into Cyrus draped across Maddox as they slept, but the sunlight peaking from the windows and the lack of music is a fair indication that he fell asleep at some point.

Shit, he fell asleep. Being here after the party ended would only make things inexplicably harder for Cyrus to sneak away.

Part of him wanted to pretend to be asleep until Maddox woke up. Glancing up from his place on Maddox's chest, the other men honestly looked like the prince Cyrus would often tease him to be. There wasn't any of the seduction he'd experienced last night, nor the haughtiness that so often came with Maddox and his agitating brothers. This Maddox was peaceful, quite beautiful in his sleep. The sunlight glowed in the wisps of hair feathered on his face, as tangled and messy as they are thanks to Cyrus' fingers tugging and running through it. He wanted to see how Maddox's eyes would shine in the same glow, but that only reminded him that he wasn't supposed to see this side of Maddox.

Cyrus gently rests his head back against Maddox's chest, hoping against hope that he'll get a little more time with Maddox like this. He feels his head start to pound, the events from last night starting to settle in his consequences, but he can manage to relax enough to feign sleep. The sweetness of the drinks are soon to sit him, making his somewhat sensitive stomach turn. He will have to leave soon, or risk puking in Maddox's bathroom and ruining any chance at not only hooking up with Maddox again, but having Maddox see him as more than some dumb freshman boy who can't handle his liquor.

Rather than making the first move, he finds himself nodding off again despite the hangover settling in.

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Maddox stirred a bit within the depths of sleep, his mind willing him to wake up, but his body begging to stay still. There was a dull pain that traveled from his lower back up to his shoulders, his muscles feeling a bit tighter than most mornings. Still, nowhere near enough to pull him from slumber.

He tossed a bit, inching closer to the source of warmth beside him. The Beta house was always on the lower temperatures and could be especially felt in the mornings. Nothing that Maddox' body wasn't used to by now, though this morning felt less chilly than most. HIs breathing remained steady for a good five minutes after, the only part of him that moved being his head which rotated just a fraction of an inch.

Even in his tired and hazy state, the streak of light that came in through the window every time the blinds weren't closed all the way managed to irritate him enough to the point of being almost fully awake. His eyes slid open, the ray of sun almost blinding him as it directly hit his eyes. It wasn't until he willed his body to get up and take care of the inconvenience that Maddox fully realized he wasn't alone in bed. For a short moment, he paid it no mind. This wouldn't be the first time someone woke up in his bed, using his chest as a pillow. However, just a few more minutes of laying in silence and the events from the previous night flooded his still groggy brain.

The Beta immediately turned his head, the messy head of blonde locks confirming what he already knew was true. How he'd managed to fall asleep the night before was the only thing Maddox could not recall. It was certainly the last thing he planned on doing. But it was done, and Cyrus was still here, in his bed while the sun shone brighter than ever outside his window. There was no possible way the Sigma could walk out of the house without being spotted, and no credible excuse Maddox could use as to why he would still be there.

You really fucked it up this time, Izumi.

None of his brothers had come knocking at his door, and Maddox was convinced it was due to their imagining a pretty little Alpha had spent the night. If the universe really wanted to shit on him, they'd all be waiting downstairs to hear the story. A small part of him hoped that maybe if he stayed long enough he'd fall back to sleep and all of his problems would suddenly solve themselves. But a bigger part used common sense, telling him that he had to get up and face the consequences of something he could have easily avoided.

At least, that's what he liked to think. But as his eyes moved to the boy's face that still rested on him, no part of Maddox wanted to acknowledge the fact that had it been some other freshman boy in Cyrus' place, he would've had no trouble kicking him out. Or had it been one of the pretty girls that'd been fawning over him during the party, he would've sent her right back on her way after their adventure was finished with absolute zero remorse. That thought alone was enough to get the Beta's body to move. He slowly rolled off the mattress, letting Cyrus' body carefully land on it, and pulled on a pair of sweatpants that were within arm's reach. Waking Cyrus up and kicking him out should have been his next course of action. Yet the Beta found himself moving across the room as quietly as possible to reach the bathroom as he so desperately searched his brain for an answer to how in the hell he was going to get himself out of this mess.

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Cyrus' plan of staying asleep until Maddox woke him up was somewhat successful. He didn't let his eyes open as he felt Maddox slip from under him, letting Cyrus' body hit the mattress a lot gentler than he expected. He only peeked through one eye when he heard Maddox walking away, greeted with a pale back faintly lined with Cyrus' nail marks and sweatpants that hung on Maddox's hips in the most tantalizing way. If he had a plan of sneaking out of here, he might have even seduced Maddox into a second round of tangled bed sheets.

Cyrus slowly pulls himself from the bed, searching for some form of clothing to face Maddox. His boxer briefs aren't far from the bed, and shrugging on his dress shirt adds a bit of protection from the harsh words he expects to soon receive from Maddox. He stops by Maddox's window, thinking for a moment.

This wouldn't be the first time he jumped out a window, though usually to escape a raging father who caught Cyrus in bed with his darling daughter. Maddox was on the second floor of the Beta house, assumed to be an upperclassmen right so he wouldn't have a bunch of drunkards trying to hook up in his room. The bushes were tall but didn't look too soft to land on, but the extra bit of roof outside Maddox's window could be enough to land him safely on solid ground. It was a risk for sure, but it was the only option that didn't require Cyrus losing further hookups with Maddox, or waiting until the house was deserted, which could take hours knowing the Betas.

Cyrus slowly makes his way over to the bathroom, trying to put off this encounter for as long as possible. It was an idiot move to fall asleep, but he was so drunk and Maddox's arms were so soft... honestly, when would he ever get the chance to cuddle with Maddox Izumi ever again? Just the thought of even seeing Maddox again looks bleak.

He knocks on the bathroom door timidly, trying to think out his words before saying something wrong. "We probably need to talk," he calls through the door. He doesn't wait for Maddox's answer, even though he should considering he's walking on eggshells with the Beta.

Cyrus lets the door open slowly, giving Maddox the chance to shut it on him. "I know I shouldn't have spent the night. I blame it on those panty dropper drinks your brothers made for the party," Cyrus teases softly, trying to make this conversation as light as he can. He's waiting for the moment Maddox kicks him out or even lands a punch on him. He doesn't think Maddox is the physical type, but with his reputation on the line with Cyrus still in his bedroom half naked, he wouldn't be surprised by anything.

"I have an offer for you," Cyrus starts, a mischievious smirk on his face. Oozing confidence hoping that it'll boost his offer. "I can make it out your window little to no trouble and none of those Beta boys down there will ever know I was here... as long as you let me make it up to you by meeting me at my apartment across town and let me make you dinner tonight. Clothing optional." Cyrus finishes with a wink, leaning against the door frame trying not to look too nervous.

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Maddox stepped into the bathroom, quietly shutting the door behind him. His reflection in the mirror a clear reminder of what happened the night before. His tusks of hair feathered around the frame of his face in tangled strands where Cyrus’ fingers had ran through. His neck and arms adorned with small red marks that Cyrus’ nails and teeth had left behind. And yet, his face looked rested. His skin still held its usual glow it did every morning.

Maddox let the tap water run until the steam was visible, and let it run over his hands and face, the steam seeking into his pores. He could faintly hear footsteps outside the bathroom door, which he assumed belonged to Cyrus.

Every part of Maddox wanted to blame him. To be angry and toss him out with a warning threat to never look in his direction ever again. To use up all the insults he could gather and make damn sure the boy knew who he was up against. But even Maddox’ most irrational, selfish side had to admit it was as much his fault as it had been Cyrus’. Even he had to admit that, as much as he would like to play tough guy, chances are he wouldn’t and that irritated the Beta beyond belief.

A heavy sigh left Maddox’s body as the sound of the running water faded out. For a moment, the only sound heard were the droplets of water falling from his face and hitting against the sink top. The following noise was one he didn’t expect. A somewhat timid knock, followed by Cyrus’ voice asking to talk. Maddox closed his eyes, his entangled thoughts forming a whirlwind of emotions. It was fine, this was fine. He was Maddox Izumi, he’d figure something out. He always did.

The bathroom door then opened slowly as Maddox set aside the towel he’d used to dry his face. Cyrus’ face came into view, his bright blues meeting Maddox’ as if begging for forgiveness, understanding or simply to not be beaten. Maddox stayed silent, his arms folded across his face as he listened to Cyrus’ defensive argument. There was no need for it, but Maddox wouldn’t be the one to tell him that. As Cyrus’ proposal came to an end, Maddox lifted a brow and kept silent. He exited the bathroom, his shoulder brushing against Cyrus’ as he moved past him.

He always kept a bottle of pain relievers tucked away in a drawer for emergencies, and a water bottle on one of his night stands. Maddox was well aware of what his actions could mean to Cyrus. One simple caring gesture meant he’d accept the offer. The Beta had never been one for caring gestures, and yet here he was with a couple of pain killers in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. ”You’ve got some nerve to be saying that to me right now,” Maddox’ voice suddenly came, still a tad raspy from the lingering sleep.

His feet carried him until he was standing in front of Cyrus, his eyes dark and masked with annoyance. As much as this was partially Maddox’ fault, he still had the right to blame some of it on the irresponsible blonde standing in front of him. It was silent for a moment while Maddox contemplated on what words to use next to scold Cyrus. There were many options, but he opted instead to stay silent, stretching his hands out to give him the bottle and pills that still rested in his hands. ”You better be a descent cook or you’re going to wish you’d never met me.”

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At first, with Maddy brushing past him, he was expecting to leave with a couple of bruises. But even though his words are cold from a raspy throat, Cyrus can't believe that any of Maddy's words are truly malicious. Especially when the pills and bottle are given to him, Cyrus can't help but grin. He takes a swig of the water but leaves the pills on the drawer beside him. His head starts to pound from the beginning effects of his hangover, but it isn't the first or the last. Plus he's sure the Sigma house will have some sort of greasy breakfast for the other hungover brothers.

"My mother was Spanish. I'm a great cook," Cyrus answers haughtily, taking another swig of the water and winking at Maddox. The thought of his mother sours his mood, so he pushes the memories to the back of his mind and starts dressing again. Cyrus looks a mess, his hair all undone and in his party clothes from last night wrinkled from being company to the floor all night. He looks around Maddox's room for a notebook, and flips it open once he lays eyes on it. He writes down his number and his apartment address, then walks back over to Maddox and grabs the sides of his face, kissing him hard. It's a bold move, maybe even stupid, but Cyrus is nothing if not bold. He's made it this far with Maddox by pushing his luck, it doesn't hurt to push a little more. "Dinner will be done at 7:30."

Cyrus steps back to the window before Maddox can change his mind about not beating up Cyrus, and salutes before slipping the window open and surveying his escape route. It's a bit higher than he expected, being out on the ledge, but he's getting a dinner date with Maddox tonight.

It's mostly his ankle that catches the fall, causing him to bite down hard to stop from crying out. A burning pain shoots up his leg and he hisses out his next breath. He looks up at Maddox's window, smirking before pulling himself up and hissing again as he puts pressure on his foot to move. Yep, there's definitely something wrong with his ankle, but he pushes through, limping his way over to the Sigma house.

Not surprisingly, the main area of the house is littered with sleeping - or passed out - bodies male and female. He didn't realize so many people drifted over here. "Not the only one to get a hot piece of ass last night, alright Cy."

Cyrus hadn't even noticed Jack at the kitchen table, grinning from ear to ear at Cyrus' appearance with a girl in his lap, both in their underwear. The girl notices Cyrus' limp when he walks over to the table. "What, did she throw ya out her window this mornin'? Sit down Cyrus." The girl's accent is thick with Southern sweetness as she pulls him to the table, grabbing a first aid kit like she lived here. Jack laughs at the girl's statement, watching with Cyrus as she assessed his ankle and wrapped it up properly, just scolding him when he squirmed from the dull pain.

Jack practically slams a whisky bottle on the table, picking the girl up so he can slide underneath her. Cyrus realizes they he and Jack have quite a similar taste, at least appearance wise. The girl is tall with long limbs, all tanned and perfectly paired with short black curls. If he didn't have his own beauty waiting for him to cook a spectacular dinner, he might have to persuade Jack to take this little lady out sometime. "Nothing dulls some pain like a couple shots of whisky."

Despite his better judgment, Cyrus knocks back a shot. Can't have too much. Promised a pretty friend I'd make dinner tonight," Cyrus says, even as he knocks back a second shot to dull the pain to a much more bearable level. He winds up drinking his words, laughing away with Jack and this girl - Maya, as she introduces herself - until Jack is carrying him over to the couch, not exactly drunk but woozy from the pain and the barely recovered hangover that didn't help much from few shots he took.

It's nearly the end of the afternoon when Cyrus blinks back awake, a lot less people in the main room. Even Jack and Maya are gone, replaced by some of his pledge brothers smoking a joint at the table with a bunch of chip bags. "Jeez Cy, you've been asleep all day. The bitch really wore you out, didn't she?" The other pledges laughed at who Cyrus believed was Max, who received a flick of Cyrus' middle finger in his direction, which causes a bigger fit of laughter.

"I'll rock your world, Max, if you're so jealous," Cyrus teases back, winking at his new brother. Max giggles and makes kissy faces back at Cyrus. He heads toward the entrance of the house, wanting to get back to his apartment to shower and put on like he's good as new. Which is slightly difficult given the fact that his ankle is still thumping with pain and his hangover has only slightly improved. The uber ride back to his apartment isn't long, and once he gets under a hot shower and into a fresh pair of clothes, he can focus on making a fuck-worthy dinner for Maddox to arrive to.

He pulled on an oversized sweater and another tight, black pair of jeans, combing his wet hair back and letting it curl naturally. Maddox seemed to enjoy ripping off his jeans last night, so another challenge was quite necessary. Plus, he didn't wear shoes in his house, and he could show off his wrapped ankle to gain some sympathy from the icy Beta prince.

The room blooms with Hispanic smells he grew up with, rice and beans and lots of cayenne, tortillas blackened by fire and peppers to match. He would deny it if Maddox thought he was doing this to impress him, but the sweat he brushes from his brow makes it obvious he's pouring his all into a simple dinner. But it was also for his mother, who he continued to think about in every dish, every memory, even on the warm days where she would be offering him a cold glass of freshly squeezed lemonade.

The knock at the door pulls him from his thoughts. He dabs at his face so he looks a little less sweaty, placing two full plates at the table and jogging over to the door. Glances over his shoulder to make sure his apartment's in order; thanks to his father's money, it was penthouse worthy, and his cleanliness kept it looking almost spotless even with the occasional visitor. Speaking of, his favorite visitor so far is waiting behind the door and Cyrus braces himself, not sure who Maddox will be in the intimacy of Cyrus' apartment. "You sure are a sight for sore eyes, Mad."

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"Sometimes the truth hurts more than lies"
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Cyrus was pushing his luck, and Maddox could tell the boy knew this. One wrong move, one unwelcome word and Maddox would shut all doors on him. There was too much at stake, too much that he could lose just from this one night alone. The loved Beta prince, second in line for the crown, worked too hard to get to where he was now. He’s forsaken part of himself, a big part, just to get a taste of what it was to have power and one freshman Sigma with his sweet baby blues could ruin it all in the blink of an eye.

Maddox knew this, he knew this and still let the boy kiss him once more then watched him sneak out his bedroom window without saying a single word. He was walking on eggshells, yet he stared at the address written on his notebook, typing it into his phone and mapping out the fastest and most discrete way to make it there.

The notebook shut with a soft thump and was placed at the bottom of his bedside drawer like a dirty little secret. A hot shower was the first thing on the Beta’s agenda. He let the water run as hot as his skin could handle, as if it could magically wash away his entangled thoughts. For a good thirty minutes, he let it run over his body and hair, palms resting against the wall tiles. His body buzzed with the sensation of the hot water cleansing his pores. It felt amazing, and for a moment the Beta forgot all about his predicament.

As expected, the moment he stepped into the kitchen looking for something to fill his empty stomach, he was bombarded with subtle questions and curious eyes. ”Good morning sleeping beauty” Grayson, his assigned big, was the first to comment. His words came with a hint of mischief, eyebrow raised in a taunting fashion. The house was free of freeloaders, as expected. The Beta house remained spotless at all times, even after a night long party, and for once, Maddox was grateful the the uptight traditions. ”Was beginning to think we’d have to go and recesitate you.”

Maddox offered a simple smirk as he moved to the refrigerator in search of whatever could quiet his stomach and his thoughts. There was an array of leftovers waiting to be eaten. Maddox grabbed one of the Chinese take out boxes, placing it in the microwave for a couple of minutes and let his back rest against the counter to meet his brother’s expectant eyes. ”Can I help you guys with something?” His voice remained leveled, arms folded across his chest as he stared back at them. Judging by the looks on their faces, the bunch hadn’t a clue what actually happened within the four walls of Maddox’ bedroom.

”What, we don’t get any details?” Grayson’s elbows rested on the counter, his upper body leaning forward. Jackson, one of the freshman that recently joined their kingdom, shifted in his seat as if preparing for a bedtime story. His scheming smirk had become one that was very familiar to the older Beta after the two hit it off from the moment they met. The boy was convinced he’d become Mad’s little the upcoming year, and Maddox would be lying if he said he didn’t hope that to be the case. ”Sorry boys, I don’t kiss and tell.” The kitchen erupted in unrecognizable sounds of disappointment, while Maddox took the opportunity to snag up the reheated food and make the walk back to his bedroom.

7:30. The time made its bed in Maddox’ brain for the rest of the day, even as he busied himself preparing for his first internship at a successful law firm. A task he’d been working to reach from the moment he decided his goal in life was to be more successful than his father. Nothing, nothing in this world would make Maddox happier than the satisfaction of rubbing his success in his dad’s stupidly arrogant face. The thought alone gave him the motivation he needed to power through a major he never even wanted to take. His years at Fulton would be passing excruciatingly slow.

His day, however, did not. Before he knew it, it was five thirty in the afternoon. The Beta’s eyes switched from the blurred words on his laptop screen to the time on his phone. He’d never been late to anything, even something he damn well knew he shouldn’t be doing. But the apprehending thoughts were shut down along with his laptop as he got to his feet, moving to his closet for the perfect attire. In all his time searching for his favorite pair of jeans and long sleeve T-shirt, thoughts of ”Why am I trying so hard?” ran their course, followed by ”Why am I even going?” and ”Oh, fuck it. It’s just one night.” though it wasn’t one night, it was the second night in a row that he’d be spending with Cyrus. A night that Maddox had determined to be the last.

With a carefully picked outfit and a well thought out excuse about how he had a shmooze dinner with some of the aterneys from his future firm, Maddox made it out of the Beta house with ease. The GPS took him straight to the front of Cyrus’ apartment building. Five minutes of hesitation were spent in the car parked outside the apartment, but sheer willpower moved him out and up the necessary floors until he stood at the door of the penthouse. There was no room for hesitation this time around. The Beta knocked, loud enough to be heard, but soft enough that he wouldn’t come off as eager. He could hear subtle movements inside until the door open, the pair of baby blues greeting him for the second time today. ”You’re lucky I’m even here.” the statement came with a bit of a smirk as he stepped inside and shut the door. It didn’t take him long to notice the subtle limp in Cyrus’ step, his eyes moving from the foot to that familiar face. Questioning eyebrows setting in place. ”Rough day?” A subtle smirk settling into the older boy’s lips, knowing well enough that the bandaged ankle was a result of Cyrus escape plan. Not that he felt guilty. He’d been warned, and should have thought that out before falling asleep in his arms even if deep, very deep down, Maddox enjoyed the impromptu sleepover.

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It was impossible that Maddox looked just as good in a simple long sleeve and jeans as he did in his party clothes, but standing there in his doorway with the light shining on his equally impossibly fluffy hair, Cyrus wanted to pull him to the couch and tear off every single piece of clothing. He kept himself tamed for now, even though Maddox's smirk paired with a somewhat harsh statement made him grin mischievously. "I seem to be having a lucky streak recently," Cyrus answers smoothly, looking particularly unbothered by Maddox's previous statement. Challenging the Beta's dominance would be his favorite hobby; well, one that required clothes, at least.

He was reminded he wasn't all that lucky when he stepped back to allow Maddox inside. Cyrus had planned on guilting the older boy through the injury, but it still hurt a bit more than he expected. It was his fault, he wasn't kidding himself. But he was quite tipsy and wanted to believe it was Maddox's fault when his arms wrapped around Cyrus' waist and his body was more comfortable than any memory foam mattress on the market. He would remember being in Maddox's arms forever, drifting to sleep with a dopey lovesick smile that didn't belong even in his drunken state.

Cyrus turns his head away from Maddox to hide his blush, making his way to the table. "Rough night," Cyrus answers as he feels his cheeks cool down, winking at Maddox as he walks over to his cabinets. He reaches for the wine glasses at the top, letting his sweater rise up so some of the pale skin on his back, still marred by Maddox's nails. Turns back and places those on the table, grabbing one of his newer wines from a cabinet of aging beauties. He may like Maddox - not that he'd admit it - but he'd need an engagement ring before parting from his 20th and 19th century wines.

Cyrus pours the wine for both of them, trying to entice Maddox over to the table with good wine and good food so the other boy wouldn't scrutinize his apartment any further than he already has. "I hope you like a little spice, I have a bit of a heavy hand when it comes to boldness," Cyrus calls, sitting at his plate and sharing a look on his face that's just as seductive as the dark red wine in front of him.

He takes a sip from his own glass, peering over the rim with his seductive baby blues. Cyrus' heart beats fast, and he's sure Maddox can hear it. Cooking is one of his secret passions, one he wouldn't share with just anybody. He imagines Maddox won't be talking about him to anyone anytime soon, but his heart still pounds with want for approval. Especially being one of his mother's homemade recipes, he doesn't know how he would feel about Maddox disliking his food.

For a moment, his mind drifts to her. The woman that taught him to be compassionate and hard working, to treat everyone as part of the family. To be good in a world of bad.

What she would think of Maddox? If she were here and Cyrus could bring the Beta to the sunny villa of his childhood, the other boy's hand in his as his mother greets him with a smile and two tall glasses of fresh lemonade. The thought is so sudden and wildly romantic that he downs his glass, standing up and reaching for the wine bottle he left on the counter. Hiding his blush once again from Maddox and trying to collect himself. Maybe it's his scrambled mind from hangovers and twisted ankles and more alcohol, but thinking like that is just going to make watching Maddox leave hurt. And Cyrus would not be hurt by another fucking Beta again.

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"Sometimes the truth hurts more than lies"
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Cyrus had been spot on about his lucky streak. Had any other done and said half of what Cyrus had they would have been shipped off long ago. Even as the Beta stood in the middle of the penthouse living room, his nostrils taking in the array of smells coming from the kitchen, he still struggled to pinpoint what had brought him here. He had no obligation, no lift to his Beta status or anything to gain from this save a potentially good meal and maybe a second round of tangled sheets. Not that he planned on instigating anything this time, but if Cyrus had the same idea in mind well let's just say the Beta wouldn't necessarily be opposed to it.

As he stepped in further, one of his brows raised in Cyrus' direction. Not about the comment nor about the spontaneous wink, but rather the slight shade of pink on the boy's face. Something that had become a bit too familiar within the last twenty-four hours. For all his flirtatious comments and bursts of confidence, he sure seemed to be easily flustered. If Maddox didn't know any better, he would attribute it to his own presence. Either that or the Sigma had gotten a head start on their evening drinks.

"I hope you like a little spice, I have a bit of a heavy hand when it comes to boldness," the older boy couldn't help but smirk at the comment, his feet subconsciously carrying him over to the table where everything had already been set for him. Being waited on hands and feet had been something to come with the territory of being born into a wealthy family. Young Maddox never had the need to lift a finger for anything. Rows of maids and butlers were at his beck and call. Any food, toy, any desire imaginable served to him on a silver platter, and the young boy always loathed it. More so when he grew older and understood that all the glitz and glam was a filler for what his parents could never find the time to give him. Love and attention. Or the fact that all these people that spent their days taking care of him in place of their parents didn't do it because they wanted to nor because they cared. They did it for the fat paycheck at the end of the week.

Cyrus was not one of these people. He had no pending paycheck, no obligation nor need to do anything for Maddox. Yet here the Beta sat with a plate of food and wine placed in front of him and yes, maybe he was enjoying it a bit more than he should be, but even he should be allowed a bit of genuine happiness every once in a while. Even if it wouldn't last long. "Boldness, huh?" his dark eyes moved from the glass of wine to Cyrus' half-hidden face, a subtle grin set into place. "Yeah, that sounds like you."

There was a beat of silence as Maddox took the spoon into his hand. He could tell the blonde was waiting for a signal of approval from the Beta after trying his meal, though the latter didn't entirely understand why. As far as Maddox could tell, Cyrus had registered his earlier threats as empty as they had been, not to mention if not he than surely there were other men (and women) Cyrus could seduce into spending the night with him. As much as Maddox would like to believe he was special, life experiences told him otherwise. Still, he played along. For whatever the reason, Cyrus wanted him there for the night and Maddox had already allowed himself to relax enough to actually enjoy it.

He took a spoonful of food into his mouth, after blowing on it to avoid any burns and let the flavors settle in for a couple of seconds. His features remained unchanged while his dark eyes scanned the plate for a moment before reaching up to Cyrus' expectant gaze. He had half a mind to mess with the boy but decided against it. He'd suffered enough for one day. Instead, he let is features relax, his lips eased into a soft smile. The kind of smile that was often seen, but rarely ever as genuine as it was now. "Alright, you're forgiven." He took another bite, the flavors reaching his taste buds once again as his deep browns met the pair of baby blues across the table. For the first time since that morning, Maddox was glad he'd accepted the offer.

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Bold was an understatement. Cyrus had been attending Beta Gamma Omega events since he moved in with his father. And though the brooding fourteen year old wanted nothing to do with the snobby elite men he'd been surrounded with, he was observant enough to know how they work and what was expected from a Beta man. He'd had half a mind to replicate those expectations in his own demeanor because of Maddox, become the man that his father wanted to earn that Beta bid card. Not for his father, obviously, but the dark brown eyes staring at him from across the dining table.

But a Beta membership wasn't necessary to have the other man's company, he realized last night. It was his tantalizing baby blues and pushing the barriers of what Maddox's life had turned into. Class, Beta, and sleeping with Alpha girls. This was risky and definitely out of the Beta's character, he could tell from just a few weeks of knowing him. But it was the riskiness, he supposed, that kept Maddox in the Sigma's company.

The thought alone makes him smirk. They're close enough at this cozy table that Cyrus' foot can brush up against Maddox's ankle, waiting for Maddox's response too eagerly as he takes a bite of food.

The smile that graces Maddox's face is like ones he's seen before but never sent in his direction. And there's something about it that's different than the usual smile Maddox puts on, maybe because it feels like an actual smile, because of something Cyrus did. Changing from smirks and smug grins to that catches Cyrus off guard and he forces a laugh out at Maddox's comment, willing his cheeks to stay cool. He was usually so suave and seductive, but Maddox's own charm and non-flirty flirtations made him easily flustered. Cyrus wasn't used to someone so in control, and somewhat deceptive with his actual wants, which made it difficult for Cyrus to put on his act. For once, most of his reactions are completely genuine.

That makes him want to down the wine bottle in front of him.

Instead, he adorns a soft smile, one that used to be so familiar to his face. The Beta seems to enjoy the food he's prepared; Maddox wasn't the one for polite lies. "Before I moved in with Reid- he's- that's my father," Cyrus stutters for a moment, loathing each time he had to attach himself to his father, but collects himself, "I would visit Spain with my mother every year. We'd see my grandfather and he'd teach me recipes all the time."

Cyrus doesn't know what brings him to tell Maddox that, but he's glad he did. His family was still so important for him, and it was important to think about the good times. It's what got him through sitting at an oversized dining table in Reid's overpriced New York estate, with food prepared by strangers and a father so out of touch on how to be one that Cyrus yearned for his uncle's bellowing laugh and strong hugs. He hadn't grown up with personal chefs who made him nutritional plans, maids that cleaned every space he touched, or his father's public relations manager scolding him every time he stepped out of line. He had faint memories of a glamorous lifestyle like this when his parents were together in Los Angeles, but his more overpowering memories were of Jupiter, Florida and his familia.

"¿Hablar español, príncipe?" Cyrus asks, wondering if Maddox speaks any Spanish, adding in the prince pet name as a little tease. He imagines Maddox is from a wealthier family, and they usually dedicate a tutor or a portion of schooling to foreign languages, mainly to become better business people. The only thing he was thankful for by living with Reid was expanding his tongues, his father eager to spend his never dwindling fortunes on a French tutor.

"Ou français? Je sais que c'est populaire chez les enfants riches." Cyrus switches languages easily, askin if French is better because it's more popular with rich kids. He realizes that he's a "rich kid" himself - even living with his mother's family, they were more than comfortable - but Cyrus is nothing if not a tease.

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"Sometimes the truth hurts more than lies"
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Another bite of the carefully made meal reminded Maddox of the things he never actually had while growing up. A family. He lived in a large, cold estate with those said to be family but were more like casual acquaintances. He distinctly remembered spending his days ready to willingly trade in money and high status for something that felt more like a real home rather than a set up for a real-estate commercial. That Maddox was temporarily set aside for life goals and revenge, but he wasn't truly forgotten despite how hard the Beta tried.

Perhaps that's why Cyrus' relieved laugh and stories of old times with his family was a welcomed surprise. Somehow, the image of a young boy following his grandfather around in the kitchen amongst ingredients and recipes fit the young Sigma almost to a T. If there was anything Maddox could say he admired about Cyrus, it was how easily he found it to be himself regardless of what everyone around him thought. Once upon a time, that too was Maddox' way of going about life, but that had long since been left behind for power and higher income opportunities. A possibility hung sometime in the future where the icy Beta prince could finally relax and be the carefree young Maddox he once was, but that would be several years of hiding behind an elite mask and sleepless nights down the road.

Maddox could feel the blonde's legs grazing against his own, but made no attempt to pull away. Instead, he let his back rest against the chair, one hand reaching for his still untouched glass of wine. "Unfortunately, no. I know very little Spanish. Et mon francais est moyen" he admitted, taking a sip of the wine that was much stronger than he'd anticipated. Though he wouldn't be one to complain, as it fit perfectly with the strong spices of the food.

Maddox was a skilled cook himself, something very few knew about him. During his middle and high school years, he'd spent almost every summer at his grandparents. Those fleeting months spent in Japan were the only form of warm family memories he had. Memories he never shared with his parents, nor his older sister, but still treasured to this very day. The kind of memory that he wouldn't be willing to share with anyone. He hadn't visited in a few years, but still remembered every detail of his grandparents' home. It was quite small compared to the Izumi estate, with not much more than the necessities, and it always felt so warm and welcoming. While his grandfather worked, Maddox would spend his summer days trailing behind his grandmother as she went about her day. Grocery shopping, cooking, cleaning, he'd learn anything and everything that he could from her. He kept those days a secret, not because he felt ashamed of them, but because he wasn't willing to share them with any of the rich snobs he'd come to call his brothers just to have them shit on them.

A subtle move of his leg came after another bite of the food as it slowly vanished from his plate. Maddox scanned the blonde's eyes for a moment, his next words coming as casual as their dinner date. "Think your grandpa would mind if I tasted any more of his recipes?" he pause for a moment as if in deep thought, a subtle smirk settling into place. Or of his grandson?" the second half of his sentence was purposely said in Japanese as Maddox got the feeling Cyrus didn't speak the language nor would he be learning it anytime soon. The wine glass was brought up to his lips again to hide the lower half of his face, his dark eyes peering at the man across the small table. For what it was worth, Maddox would continue to pretend not to know how to cook if it meant getting to spend a few more afternoons with the pair of baby blues staring back at him. Something he would only ever admit to himself and no one else, especially not to Cyrus.

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The thought of Cyrus' family makes him wonder about the Beta's own family. Cyrus couldn't remember seeing Maddox at any alumni events until the past year, which he only remembered after he met the slightly older boy during recruitment. His father thought highly of Maddox, he remembers that. "So many of these new pledges are spoiled legacy brats who don't understand respect and gratuity to those who get you where you are," he remembers his father saying, which made him snort at the time. Not only was it a jab at Cyrus, he could hear it in Reid's voice, but it was hypocritical too. Reid shirked his lower middle class parents the moment he weaseled his way into high society, and would burn any bridge or push people off the social ladder to climb higher. It was a glorious fight that night, one that ended with a black eye on Reid's face and a new penthouse for Cyrus signed in the morning to get the "little fucking demon" out of his estate.

Oh, if only his father knew what he and Maddox would do together.

Cyrus smirks at Maddox's admission of knowing little and average amounts of Cyrus' best languages. He could picture it now, leaning in and with hot breath, telling Maddox all the things he would do in seductive Spanish.

Though Cyrus hardly recognizes the language that slips from Maddox's lips. His cocks his head curiously, making no attempt to translate because he could hardly figure out. It wasn't harsh in any way, especially when Maddox said it like that. And his face gave no signs of what he might have said. But those dark brown eyes peering over the glass made him too nervous to ask, letting his foot slide a little further up with his own face showing no sign of his under the table flirtations.

Cyrus would have to get better at concealing his emotions, he knew that. With certain people, his baby blues were an open book. His mother could always tell when he was upset or excited, no matter how much he tried. It was a trait that didn't pass to his father, but most of the time Cyrus wanted Reid to know exactly how he felt. His uncle was the same way, though the other man was always an open book, his eyes a wild green that were usually lit with amusement or joy. There were only two times he'd seen his uncle cry; at Cyrus' mother's funeral, and at the courthouse when his father dragged him away from the only family he ever knew. Cyrus had chosen Fulton because of its location in Miami, closer to Jupiter and his family. He'd isolated himself from them in New York - or rather, his father would never let him fly home - but he's making the effort to see them now.

He finishes his own glass, the second strong one making him verge on the point of tipsy and reckless. "Oh? Will I be graced with the prince's presence if I cook again?" Cyrus gasps in dramatic awe, his eyes blazing with mischief. He stands from his chair, slowly walking the short distance to seat himself in Maddox's lap.

In the privacy of his penthouse, a high enough floor and the curtains drawn as an extra precaution, the boldness of his actions didn't seem so bold. It also helped when he didn't look in those enticing brown eyes, instead occupying himself with the look of Maddox's pouty lips. His fingers trace against Maddox's jaw, his voice dropping just enough as he smoothly purrs, "I thought you were looking for a fuck, not a personal chef."

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Maddox took note of every smile, every wink, every subtle touch hidden by the cozy dining room table. He’d become quite skilled at reading others. Telling whether one’s words and actions were genuine or not had become became one of Maddox’ most perfected hobbies. Not that it would have been of any difficulty to read Cyrus. His big, blue eyes might as well have been transparent. They told Maddox everything he needed to know, including his itching curiosity over the foreign language Maddox had thrown his way.

The Beta couldn’t help but feel satisfied, the now empty wine glass moving from his lips to sit on the table next to his plate. Cyrus’ dramatized statement got a subtle brow raise from Maddox, but he kept quiet. He’d never been a man of many words, but he’d always known how to choose the right ones at the right timing to get what he wanted. It never failed, and this time was no different. That much was certain the moment Cyrus got to his feet and made himself comfortable on the older boy’s lap. If Maddox said he hadn’t come in here with the intention of spending another night with the blonde, sprawled out on his bed wearing nothing but the bedsheets, he’d be lying through his teeth. Still, he hadn’t planned on it being so easy.

His facial features changed nothing more than the bare minimum in response to the new occupants of his lap, but his hand subconsciously traveled up the blonde’s thigh and hooked onto the belt loop that rested right on the hip. While Cyrus’ fingers traced along his jawline, his voice and his eyes seemed to be at odds. His low purr oozed confidence and seduction, but his avoiding Maddox gaze said something else entirely. The corners of his mouth lifted up in a sly smirk, giving Cyrus a few seconds to take it in before slipping his free hand under the boy’s chin, holding his face in a way that gave him no other choice but to make eye contact.

It wasn’t necessary for Maddox to lean in much. Only inching forward ensured that their lips were centimeters apart, close enough for Cyrus to feel the warmth radiating off of Maddox’ skin. ”Well” he kept the boy’s gaze for a moment, making sure he had his undivided attention. why can’t I have both?” there was no need to wait for a response this time, nor was there a need for Cyrus to make the first move. Surely the locked door and thick, dark curtains would keep their secret.

Maybe he was being reckless, and maybe just like that morning he’d come to regret what he was about to do but like his grandfather always said, anything worth having was worth taking risks for. Before any hesitant thoughts could kick in, Maddox’ hand released Cyrus face only for it to be caught by his lips. Strong arms wrapped around the boy’s body, pulling him closer in hopes of eliminating any distance between them as his lips molded to Cyrus’, determined to finish what the blonde had started.