I Scored Myself A Mate

"Someone looks unhappy." A voice was heard. Ares turned his head to meet the most unwanted person of the year, it was possible that he hated him more than Achlys, a lot more actually. T

The younger elf couldn't stand being in the same room with Ea. He kept looking at him with that judgmental expression as if he had murdered his whole family. Ares knew, he was very well aware of the mistakes that haunted him. He still got nightmares about it, he was still afraid when he got out of the elf kingdom that he would meet someone from those days and get exposed and in the end it did happen, ruining his life. 

He had found shelter in one of the small balconies that existed in almost every window of the castle. Some of them had their glass doors opened wide, the curtains dancing with the strong flow of wind. The raven haired man had stepped outside in desperate need of some air. The moment though Vines' voice reached his ears everything seemed to crumble, as if someone had put a leash on his neck he felt it tighten around him, restricting him, making it hard to breathe again. The smirk the demon had on his face was pure proof of how satisfied he was with the obvious misery on Ares' face. 

"Can you please leave me alone?" Ares asked him and the man laughed. 

"This is my house." He said. 

"I am a guest."

"If I remember correctly you were banned. In other circumstances you would already be dead. I think I am too kind after all." He stated and this time it was Ares' turn to laugh. He was avoiding his eyes. His red orbs facing hell right in front of him. The endless black ground, reminding him ashes and volcanoes. The rivers overflowing with blood and the smell of death everywhere. As he was right now, he really couldn't believe how it was possible for him to have stayed there for so long. How did he not see this disaster, the pain and torture?

"You? Kind? Come on, don't try to fool yourself" Ares told him and the demon took a step towards him. Ares had placed his palm on the cold railings of the balcony. He felt Vines' warm hand cover his and as if he had been burned he pulled it, not wanting to feel his touch. 

"I can be kind." Vines said overlooking the fact that Ares had once more blatantly rejected him. "if you want me to. You know, I believed I would never see you again. I thought you and I had something but after you left I wasn't so sure. Maybe you were like the others, maybe the attraction I felt for you was just momentarily but as the days went by, as my partners changed again and again I could never find someone who loved pleasure as much as you. Someone who was made to be tortured because he loved the rush. Tell me Ares, the fact that you are here again, with my usual bedroom just a few meters away, how could it not be fate?" He asked him, wearing his most seductive smile. 

Ares took a step back. The way he towered over him, his smile and that glimpse in his eyes. Every inch of him screamed a suppressed madness. The way he spoke, the way he acted it was so obvious this man had lost it and the elf was starting to get disgusted with himself. Disgusted at how much of a fool he was and believed those fake sweet words. 

"You look scared" Vines stated with a smirk. Ares gulped. He knew that showing his fear was the biggest mistake he could make. That way the demon would find some kind of loophole and trap him, like a cat that was after a tiny mouse. 

He pushed him back, trying to gather all of his remaining courage. He had changed. He wasn't the same person anymore. He had become brave and could recognize responsibilities, Ares also knew the extent of his powers, the situation he was in right now and that scared him. The demon in front of him was cunning and despicable, willing to do anything to get what he wanted. 

"I am not scared of you nor will I ever be. I am not a child." He told him and Vines laughed.

"Not a child indeed. You have grown, a lot more handsome if you ask me. Such a shame that I don't get to enjoy a body like yours anymore. I am quite sad but I am sure things will change soon." He told Ares, boasting with confidence. He raised his right arm and attempted to touch him, caress his cheek but the young elf grabbed his wrist midair, stopping him. 

"Don't touch me. We are not together anymore. I am married." Ares told him and looked at him with a threatening stare. 

"You didn't use to mind. When we were together, in my room, fucking. You didn't seem to mind the fact that you were married. You were even turned on by that. Or am I wrong?" he asked him, his voice low, almost like a whispered that brought chills all over his spine. Ares scoffed and pushed his arm down. 

"That was when. I am not that stupid anymore and I love my husband. You can't get in between us by lurking me in with sex. I get plenty of that anyways." He told him and tried to walk away. His words seemed to have agitated Vines. The demon grabbed him, putting all of his force and threw him on the railings almost making him fall off the balcony. He trapped him by placing his hands around him. 

"I think that's enough? For how long do you think I will be so lenient about all this? It was your choice to come here even though you knew…I will not let you…"

"I don't want you near me, close to me, around me. How can I make it more clear? You disgust me." Ares told him and pushed him away angrily. In a hurry he rushed away, trying to get far from him. 

"Fine Ares, but remember this. I don't like sharing my things, I prefer to break them if I have no other choice." He said grinning. 

Ares sighed as he met his eyes. He raised his hand and flipped him off finally away from him and more confident. 

He did not pay his words any mind.