Beauty and His Beast [MxM] (UNEDITED)

Ares POV

I pulled the fur coat tightly against my body as I walked quietly and silently behind him. My bare feet silent against the cold stone floor, quiet next to the heavy thumping of his boots.

I narrowed my eyes in confusion, unable to understand and comprehend what had just happened earlier..

Flashback to a few minutes ago...

"I cannot let you take him out, the king's orders" the guard said to the hybrid orc who had been standing in front of me, shielding me from the one in front of us.

"And what do you think the King would say when he hears about your role in the scheme to rape his bargaining chip?" He answered and raised his eyebrow at the guard who glared at him.

"That doesn't give you the right to waltz in here Hybrid" he said as he sneered at the Hybrid.

"Well, I seem to be the only one here with my head screwed on right so back the fuck out of my way you sick fuck or I'll cut off the root of all this" he replied and drew out his sword, letting the tip of it rest against the tent in the guard's pants who gulped and moved out of his way.

I gasped out loud when I felt his strong grip on my wrist as he pulled me put of the dungeon and walked swiftly ahead, dragging me with him.

Flashback ended..

So this was the supposed Hybrid?

I had heard the mention of him briefly between my unconscious state the night of my kidnapping and knew for a fact that he was there that night which made him just as bad as the others, and yet why did I feel like there was something different about him.

I wasn't sure if whether it was because he looked completely different from the others. From his raven colored hair that flowed in thick locks, to his bright green eyes that were filled with so much rage and hatred, or if it was due to the fact that he acted completely different from the others too.

While the others were clearly beasts who had no concept of human emotions and morals, he seemed to have a trace of that. I had only met him a few minutes ago and yet, I could feel and see the emotions running through him, confusing and angering him at the same time.

It was part of who we were, to be able to read and decipher a person's feelings, most of the time helping them to understand what it was, and yet the creature in front of me, seemed to hate what he felt. He seemed to want to be and blend in with the beasts around him, leaving me with the questioning thought..

Why did he want to be one of them?

My thoughts were halted when I nearly bumped into him once he had stopped in front of a large door. He fumbled with a large key before he slid it into the lock and turned it. The sounds of the door opening, echoing throughout the abandoned hallway as he pulled the door open.

He walked in and stepped aside, allowing me entry before he closed the door behind him. I turned around swiftly once I had heard the door shut and turned to him, prepared for what he was going to do and only raised my eyebrow in further confusion when I saw him walk about the room, discarding his boots and outer garments, unbothered by my existence as if I wasn't even there.

He undid the braid he had his hair in and let his black hair flow freely from his head. I watched as he ran a hand through his hair with no difficulty at all, making me wonder how soft his hair really was. He sat down on the small wooden bench placed in front of the fire and sighed. All the while, he still hadn't looked at me, making me wonder if he forgot I was even there.

"You can sleep on the bed." He uttered, not turning around to face me as yet, and reached his hands out towards the fire.

I narrowed my eyes and looked around the room. Simply decorated with almost nothing in it at all. Aside from the bed pushed into a corner of the room, the bench he was sitting on, a medium sized table, and a small furry rug, there wasn't anything else in the room.

"Uh. Where are you going to sleep?" I asked in a low voice, somehow knowing he would still hear me.

"You sure ask a lot of questions." Was his reply before he got up and turned to face me, his bright green eyes shining and piercing holes through me.

"Your eyes. They're different from the others. Is that why they call you Hybrid?" I asked and pulled his coat closer to my body when I felt the slight chill in the air, wondering just far from home I really was.

"Maybe" he answered and looked straight into my eyes.

"What is your name?" I asked.

"Enough with your questions. Shut your mouth and go to sleep." He answered, and yet, those eyes that bore holes into my very soul, told me otherwise.

Those eyes told a tale of someone so incredibly lonely. Someone who had never known the joys of companionship. Someone who was forced into the harsh brutality of survival in a world that preyed on the weak. Someone who had never known the joy brought by smiling , but what took me by surprise was the fact that I could see all that just by looking into his eyes.

I had never before been able to tell a person's feelings just by looking at them no matter how hard I tried, and yet, with this creature, I could read him like a book. All his emotions were so complex and mixed up, himself looked as though he had no idea what he felt. Radiating off him in powerful waves, almost as if he was begging someone to feel them, and I pitied him. To be surrounded by so many creatures who felt nothing at all, must have been difficult.

But I would not let my guard down for all I knew that is probably what he wanted.

I sighed and walked towards him, watching him narrow his eyes at me in suspicion and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at him and walked around him to the fire place. I sat down on the bench and extended my hands forward, warming them.

"What are you doing?" He asked behind me.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm cold." I replied and felt the corner of my mouth tug into a smile when I heard him growl slightly and walk towards the bed.

I sat there by the fireplace, warming and thinking over the events of the past few days along with the new information I had gathered. It was clear I was taken with an intent, and yet, their supposed King hadn't made his demands yet.

What he mean bargaining chip?