“Could you?” Cyrus asked him, his voice calm and collected even though inside his heart raced. Coming to them so they might be together again was something Cyrus desired above all else yet could James leave the Avengers when they still needed him? Much like how the young mutants still needed him and Julian? He let out another sigh and squeezed his hand into a fist. “I want you here. Or I want to be there.” He admitted before he bit his bottom lip to keep in a small whimper. His throat was becoming choked up and he realized how much it meant that he was talking with him, alive. The thought of losing him again tore him apart. “James...” He started. “I will not say no. I never would. Come to me, come to Julian. We need you.”

Many had fallen to silence after what happened except for the elect few that seemed to find themselves almost erect with power. Nothing wrong to finding enjoyment, hell Cyrus himself had enjoyed taking the life of a murderer. Perhaps to humanity there was something wrong with that but in his head, he was morally obligated to do exactly what he did. Honestly, though, Cyrus wasn’t expecting the other to ask him. Truth be told, the alien didn’t know how to answer. His entire being was exhausted as all of the emotions that poured in him that day remained with a vengeance. His knees buckled and forced the male to sit next to the mutant but he didn’t mind the weak look. “Honestly, I don’t know.” He admitted, voice remained strong but his hands had begun to tremble.

His hands worked comfortingly through Julian’s hair and he let out a soft sigh at his words. “And I you.” The alien replied as he let his hand move across his cheek to wipe whatever mud and dirt mixed with sweat remained. “You’re right. We cannot just leave but you can.” Again Cyrus attempted to remain comforting, a hope that the other could rely on him and find solace in that. His thumb lingered as it comforted his skin before he forced a smile. “Go to him, keep each other safe. I will remain and finish this.” There was more than one reason Cyrus wanted Julian to be with James.

“You’re getting stronger, James.” He praised, hoping the male would take it to heart. He wished him to, wished him to know and feel just how important he was and how strong he was. Honestly, he hoped he knew just how much he meant to him and how much his voiced gave into longing to be with him once more. “We’re still a bit further out transporting young teens to safety but there’s a good group here and we should remain safe. Yet I promise I will make sure to keep Julian safe.” Hearing then that James was also safe gave him a huge sigh of relief. “I will see, actually, if I can send him to you. I should be able to finish things from here but with him there, at least I know you both will be okay.”

He looked rough but honestly so did many of those he’d fought beside. Truth be told, the entire situation had turned into a blur and regardless his duties were to his team and those kidnapped, he did what he could to keep all of those he had grown close to safe. Standing beside one of his companions whom he’d met a few times in passing, he had to let a soft look finally penetrate his shield. “Are you okay?” He asked, his voice deeper than he wanted it to be but comforting all the same.

“I spoke to James. He’s okay for now. I don’t know how much longer he’ll hold out, though. There was hesitation and worry on his tone.” Cyrus admitted as he pushed his phone back into his pocket. He sat beside Julien but didn’t look at him, not yet. He feared seeing the other hurt, feared seeing uncertainty on his brow. The other was one of the strongest people he’d ever met, so seeing that truth, the uncertainty, it would harm his own resolve of being strong. Finally, though, Cyrus did look at his friend, his lover, and before anything else was said, he pulled him in for a long embrace. “...Please tell me you’re okay.”

It was very easy to see the effect of what happened on the sleeves of the alien. He sat and watched as whatever had been so hell bent on destroying everything was finally gone but the devastation was left behind. Bodies, wreckage, emotions, everything swirled into one as wave after wave flowed through him. Attempting instead to focus on the good, the fact they rescued most of the teen mutants, Cyrus finally lifted his head and let out a sigh. “I fear we almost lost this go around.” He said, eyes looking to the nearby teammate. “How do you fair?”

Instantly a sigh of relief left his lips when he heard his voice and Cyrus leaned against whatever surface he was close to. He could hear the frantic tone in his voice but he knew it to still be James, something he found himself truly proud of. “You’re still you?” He asked, a soft smile on his lips before he looked down. “There was an incident with a few of the mutants. An organization called hive kidnapped a few of them as well as others. I’m with Julian, he’s safe. What about you? Are you okay? Please tell me you’re okay.”

It was that plead, that beg that Cyrus desired. His entire body could feel it and it hardened him just as he felt James harden completely for him. Cyrus pushed his knee between James’ legs and let out a growl of dominance. He watched him close, enjoyed feeling a power over him especially with the desperation clear on his face. Finally his hand let go of James’ wrists and he allowed the male to touch him. And he wasn’t disappointed when he did. His touch upon Cyrus’ skin caused shivers to brush up and down his spine and he, too, wanted more. “It is too desperate, too uncomfortable here, James.” He whispered, lips so close to his own while his now free hand griped the back of his neck. He forced them close before he claimed his lips once more. “I fear hurting you on concrete. Can you make it back to our room?” He asked, almost begged his lover. Their first time back couldn’t be sloppy or harmful. It could hold a hint of desperation as he knew they both were, but it had to be comfortable and overwhelming. Cyrus kissed him again and again as it was impossible to stop himself. Nothing had ever felt so right. “Please, James...” It was his turn to beg for if James didn’t agree, he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back anymore.

As he felt James’ hands on his pants, he stood up and smirked against him before he reached down to take his wrists. He held his wrists before he pushed them above James’ head, locking them in place. Eyes opened to watch him, curious of the desperation he could feel. He wanted to see him, to see that passion he’d only seen before. Honestly, there had been a fear that James had lost it, that he no longer desired him as he did before. Yet he could see the pleasure on his face, the red of his body as arousal flushed his skin. He was so beautiful that it was impossible for Cyrus to ever look away. Keeping both wrists bound with one hand, Cyrus moved his free hand down to James’ waist where he pulled them close, letting the two rub against one another. Desire was overwhelming and Cyrus even let out a low moan. Forehead against forehead, Cyrus pushed his hand inside his jeans and grabbed his member. Soft motions against his hardening pleasure, the alien once more bit his neck before sucking to leave a deep mark. “I’ve got you.” He promised, hand now fully gripping and teasing him.

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