Title: Our Time

Authoress: Ehh Rah Jhoy

Pairing: Luke/Percy

Disclaimer: Percy Jackson and the Olympians is not mine. Although, I like imagining the characters in various sexual, Yaoi-ish, fangasming situations. Deal with it.

Warning: Implied sex, BL, and a bit of AU-ish scenes.

A/N: -yawn- Got stupidly inspired. Headache coming. Can't write much. Will probably edit later for better work. Gotta sleep. Goodnight.

The Start.

A time for love...

Lips met his in a fulfilling kiss -the starting sign; the prologue for the night, before trailing down from ear to collar bone, nipping, biting and marking. Large, calloused hands roamed his naked and flushed skin, making his muscles clench and his heart to beat faster than normal from the foreign yet familiar feeling. And all the teen underneath could do was gasp and writhe repeatedly under the older man's ministrations. His own hands were tied by the wrists, connected to the headboard by a long piece of ribbon that he could easily break if he wanted to.

But he didn't; he wanted to be tied, trapped, chained to this man's bed, to this man's body, to this man's heart and soul.

Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon, wanted Luke Castellan, son of Hermes.

Pink, wet lips hesitantly found his, moving gently and slowly, too slow for his liking. And so he sped it up; pushing in a pink tongue to meet the other's, sucking, moving, tasting what he calls his territory. Slender and smooth hands gripped his broad shoulders before a body covered him with an addicting warmth. Swimmer legs wrapped around his waist, a narrow hip pushing down to meet his, leaving the both of them groaning and wishing for that pleasurable sensation again. Blue eyes gazed intently at the face of his lover, memorizing once again every detail; the sea-green, half-lidded eyes, the mess of dark hair, the euphoric look on that normally brooding face.

And once again, Luke Castellan, hidden traitor, was captured by Percy Jackson, future hero of Olympus.

A time for hate...

Two sides, two opposing opponents, was needed to start a fight, a battle, a war. And they found themselves in different borders, one to destroy the old and create the new and the other to protect the old and prevent the new.

The war had begun.

Celestial weapons clashed with others, creating a continous clanging sound over the battle cries and shouts. Blood was spattered, differing in color and amount, on the ground. Bodies, half-human and non-human alike, fell occasionally.

Sea-green met royal blue. The betrayed whispered his betrayer's name, trying one last time to reach out one last time, but...

Royal blue turned to malicious gold.

The enemy of the gods and demi-gods laughed before charging towards the hero of Olympus.

The sound of war continued.

A time for war...

"Did you ever love me?"

The pained lover smiled through the building tears. "Idiot, of course. Always, Luke, always."

"That's so nice to hear." The dying beau whispered, closing his blue eyes -those blue eyes that the other had missed so much- and taking his last breath in the arms of his fair-haired boy.

And amidst the debris and ruins that was the result of the war, amidst the gathered and saddened friends -daughter of Athena, daughter of Zeus, a follower of Pan-, amidst the congratulatory and victory cries around them, Percy Jackson cried silently over Luke Castellan's body, pressing a chaste kiss on the steadily chilling forehead.

A time for peace...

"Hey, wake up, Perce. Annabeth and Grover's going to look for us if we don't go to breakfast now."

Percy grumbled before opening his eyes and blinking thrice to get used to the sunlight coming from the opened window. Turning his head to the side, he was assaulted by the image of his grinning boyfriend, naked as the day he was born.

"Get some clothes on, would you." said Percy and Luke merely chuckled.

"Aww, but I like being naked." A leer was then directed to the brunette, "And from what I witnessed last night, you liked it too. Very much so."

Red blossomed on the younger's face, a hand coming up to chuck a pillow on that scarred yet handsome face of the older's. "Shut up." A light chuckle was heard before a hand pushed the fluffy item away, revealing a smiling son of Hermes. The son of Poseidon suddenly found himself pulled flushed to the other's front, a pair of lips on his, emitting a contented hum from him.

"Hey, Percy! Have you seen Luke? Annabeth's been looking for him!"

"Oh, shit, it's Grover."

The End.

Edited: May 30, 2011.