Beauty and His Beast [MxM] (UNEDITED)

Hybrid POV

Stubborn shithead!

I shook my head in frustration as I watched him fall asleep on that wooden bench in front of the fire and if it were up to me I would let him roll over into it and burn his ass.But unfortunately it wasn't, and I was not about to get shit for his stubbornness.

I growled low in my throat as I got up and walked towards him. I bent down and picked him up, raising my eyebrow at how light he felt in my arms despite the clear muscle he had on him, and walked towards the bed. I laid him down on it and narrowed my eyes when I saw him roll out of my arms and onto the bed, snoring lightly.

How could he sleep so soundly in the clutches of the enemy?

I felt myself gasp slightly when I realized he had rolled off with the absence of my fur coat, leaving him completely and utterly bare on my bed. He further rolled and laid on his stomach, giving me a clear view of his entire body. The likes of which I had never ever seen before, making me widen my eyes.

His skin, so completely flawless and pale, almost as white as his hair was, and yet it seemed to have a glow to it, covered with a few golden markings. Those of which I recognized were the markings of a pureblood.

I felt my eyes stare at his thick head of white hair, the colour of fresh snow, sprawled out against my dark pillow as he slept. I felt every muscle in my body begging me to go forward and touch it, and yet I remained in my place, confused and surprised that I even wanted to do that.

I allowed my gaze to travel down to the nape of his slender neck that looked so fragile, easily breakable, further down to his shoulder blades and back muscles that flexed with his breathing and for some reason I wondered why he seemed to delicate and fragile despite his lean appearance. He was clearly a soldier by the looks of his appearance and physic and yet, he looked as though he couldn't hurt a living thing.

I trailed my gaze down his back all the way to his lower back and slender waist, way to slender for a man and gasped when my gaze travelled further down.

I had honestly never ever seen one the likes of his before, which made some sort of sense as I had never actually been with anyone before.

Why did his body seem so appealing to me?

I shook my head, bringing myself out of my dazed stare and grabbed my coat, throwing it over him and covering him from me and walked towards the corner where I kept my change of clothes. I dug through them and looked for the smallest thing I owned, finding nothing but the pants I wore during the tenth year of life. I sighed and pulled it out, dusting it off a bit and placed it at the side of the sleeping prince who still slept as if he didn't have a care in the world.

I walked back to the wooden bench and sat down, running a frustrated hand down my face as I looked at the dead fire and sighed out of exhaustion.

I had spent the entire night watching the prince sit in front of the fire place and ponder over and over as if he was coming up some sort of battle strategy, his face contorting into different faces of frustration until he slumped down exhausted and fell asleep.

It honestly felt like babysitting a damn infant!

I lifted my head, narrowing my eyes when I heard a knock on my door. As far I knew, no one came this side of the palace due it being the abandoned, demolished side which I had claimed as my own in order to get some peace and quiet from the rest, and well, no one gave a shit whether I was even dead or alive.

I got up and walked towards the door, pulling it open to reveal my sister smiling from ear to ear, her huge tusks exposed all the more as she seemed excited over something.

"Father wants to see you. He said it was important." She said before I could ask what is was that she wanted.

"And he sent you here because?" I replied making her snort and roll her eyes.

"Is it that difficult to believe that I maybe wanted to see my baby brother?" She replied still grinning that huge grin of hers.

She was about the only one, as far as I can remember, that hadn't treated me as though I was an abomination or something that needed to be spat on and kicked at every chance.

"Emphasis on the hurry little brother. I'll keep an eye on your little pet there." She said and stood on her toes, trying to see past me at my supposed pet as she called him.

"Fine. I'll be back in a bit. Don't touch anything." I answered and moved out of her way so she could walk in.

"So do I punch him unconscious if he wakes up again, or bash his head -"

"Don't touch him! I mean it. Just leave him to sleep lord knows if he wakes up he won't shut up." I replied and watched her smirk at me making me raise my eyebrow at her.

"What"

"Nothing, father's waiting." She replied and shook her head, walking further into my room and closing the door in my face.

I sighed and changed course, heading to my father's wing as fast I could, wanting to get this over with before my sister did something stupid again.

For some reason, it felt like forever before I finally reached the doors of my father's chambers, the guards moving aside to let me in. I sighed and banged my fist against the door, waiting a few seconds before he allowed me entry. I pushed the doors open and walked in, seeing him standing by the fire with a goblet,no doubt filled with some strong alcohol and watching the flames. Somehow, just looking at his composure I knew..

I was in deep shit.