"Aw come on, I don't want to walk all the way back to the truck." Leon complained, still hanging off Darian who was getting more irritated with each passing second.
'Then shift, I don't give a fuck.' He grumbled, shaking hard to try and throw Leon off but the annoying Warrior was persistent, hanging on with an almost childish glee.
"I swear I don't weigh much." Leon insisted, somehow managing to climb higher.
This made Darian spin around, curse his oversized werewolf paws, he could not reach behind him and drag Leon off like he badly wanted to.
He also had to be careful to not smash the annoying werewolf against a tree trunk, Jaxon wouldn't like that.
Luke and Clay just watched with wide eyes from a distance, it was too terrifying to laugh at, no one in their right minds would dare to try to ride Darian but Leon wasn't just anyone, he was Leon.
After a while of shaking and spinning around trying to get Leon off, somehow, he ended up on Darian.
Leon laughed at this, a rare sight, his arms wrapped tight around Darian's neck as he dug his legs into his sides like he were a horse. "Come on, move."
Darian's response was instantaneous, he flipped over, trapping Leon under his heavy body.
Leon wheezed at this, feeling all the air get punched out of him. "Fuck." He cursed, trying to wiggle his way out. "D? Man, you're crushing me." He gasped out.
"Good." Darian shifted back to his human form, pinning Leon down beneath him with his knee up against his spine and Leon's arms held firmly behind him with one of his arms. "How about you shift and I ride, huh?" He drawled in a dark voice, snagging a handful of Leon's bloody, damp hair.
Darian was visibly upset which almost never happened, he was usually adept at keeping his emotions under check.
Luke and Clay's previously wide-eyed expression intensified to gaping ones, it was common occurrence for the two Heads to spar, most of their sparring sessions was just watching the two of them go at each other but it was strange to see Darian so easily overpower their unbeatable Head Warrior.
It didn't stay this way for long because Leon flipped them over, making a quick getaway before a mad Darian could grab him again.
"Race you to the truck!" He called over a shoulder, taking off.
"I'm not fucking racing you!" Darian said just as he chased after Leon. "I'll break your pipe-sized neck when I get my hands on you."
Luke and Clay watched them disappear into the cover of the trees, the sun rising slowly.
"Who do you think will win?" Clay muttered.
Luke rubbed a hand over his face. "Yeah, that's not for us to worry about, let's clean up."
~*~
Darian drove the truck back to the Pack House, basking in the silence, at least until a familiar thump rang out.
"Darian? D?" Leon's muffled voice came from the trunk.
He easily ignored him, he had been doing that throughout their journey anyway.
"At least tie me down if you're going to lock me up!" Leon's upset voice rang out again, more thumping following. "Fucking do it properly, you wuss!"
Darian slowly banged his head against the steering wheel, he was only halfway through with the journey back to the Pack House but he was about ready to shoot Leo in the head and drive them both off a cliff.
The very last thing he wanted was to give in to Leon's demands, that meant that the annoying blond would win but the more time he spent in the car with Leon constantly kicking against the roof of the trunk made him question a lot of things, like, who was actually winning in this situation?
He knew that Leon didn't actually believe that he would tie him down, well, the werewolf had a surprise coming for him.
With his mind made up, he parked the vehicle at the side of the road, of course there was rope in Leon's car, that hadn't even been a surprise.
Leon had gone quiet when he noticed a change in the pace of the car, a small smirk made its appearance on his face in the dim lighting of the trunk.
He was uncomfortable, his long limbs curled up in the most irritable positions. He hadn't actually been expecting Darian to give in to his taunts, hell, he hadn't even been expecting Darian to ambush him and lock him up in the trunk either but here they were.
Evidently, the other werewolf took Leon's threat of dominance far too seriously, Leon sighed when he could finally get a rest from being tossed around by the moving car.
This would be a big mistake for Darian but an absolute win for Leon, it would be more fun shoving Darian in the trunk because he would be in far more discomfort, he was far bigger than Leon and only learning how to contort would save him.
With an ever growing smile, Leon readjusted in the trunk so that he could kick out Darian's brains when he opened up the trunk to tie him up, it would be a perfect attack, that was what the annoying were would get for underestimating him.
But Darian wasn't underestimating him, that wasn't even an option, Leon was not only strong, he was also lethal and deadly, if you wanted to engage him in anything, you had to be prepared for the worst and then some.
So, he just simply opened the trunk from the side, reaching out his hands to catch the legs that would have kicked in his nose if he had been unlucky to not think things through.
The slightly frightening part was how fast Leon had kicked out, even if he had been expecting the attack, there was no escaping unless he stayed away entirely.
Quickly, before Leon had the time to recover from his foiled attempt, he swiftly used the ropes to bind his legs.
"Fucking hell, sly bastard." Leon gritted between his teeth, bucking wildly, this wasn't how things were supposed to turn out.