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MADDOX IZUMI
[Maddox' Penthouse]
[Maddox' Penthouse]
Maddox had never been the type to feel jealousy over anything or anyone. Not even while he was growing up watching all the other kids around him have loving parents that actually cared about them more than money. There was always a sense of longing, but Maddox could never bring himself to feel jealous. This remained true until just a few days ago.
The image of Isaac hanging from Cyrus' arm as if he'd won some kind of trophy had left such a bitter taste in Maddox' mouth. The same taste that drove him to drink himself into Cyrus' bed. It had subsided for the weekend, the idea of Cyrus being his once again slowly settling in through the days. It had almost been forgotten, but the conversation he'd just walked in on back at the restaurant sent a fire through his veins that felt a bit too familiar. The idea of Isaac making himself comfortable in Cyrus' personal space made Maddox' stomach turn with the most nauseating feeling. He didn't belong there. Not at Cyrus' side, not in his bed and most definitely not in his life. Those were all places that belonged to him now. He and no one else, and he'd make damn sure to make that clear to the blondie now attached to his hips, as well as anyone else that attempted to come between them.
The Beta's free hand snaked around Cyrus' waist, his strong fingers latching onto the back of the boy's shirt as he forced the gap between them to close. His eyes navigated to the lips merely inches away from his before locking with the baby blues that he'd come to claim as his. The hand that once rested on the wall behind Cyrus now did so underneath his chin to demand his full attention. "I don't take well to others trying to take what's mine..." his words were steady, dripping with every pint of jealousy his insides felt, and he didn't care one bit if Cyrus knew it.
Before the blonde could respond in any way, the short distance between their lips was closed. Maddox hand slipped into the blonde locks while his lips molded to the other's shape as if by muscle memory. It wasn't the first time they'd kissed since Maddox had come back, but in a way, it felt as if it was. Less like a terrified possible last kiss, and more like one that could last forever. Less like a quick makeup kiss and more like the kind that screamed how much their lips had missed one another. The kind that felt suffocating but in the best way possible. There were no underlying worries, no questions of whether Cyrus still wanted him or not, and nothing on Maddox' mind other than his need to reclaim what was rightfully his.