Sitting on my throne, alone and abandoned my thoughts were all for him. His eyes, charming and bright, his dark hairs and that smile. He is turning into a perfect eromenos, his body growing soft hairs and his mortality producing sweet scent of boyhood from all the right places. I want to touch his untidy hairs, unmanaged and untrimmed though attractive as they can be.
Being Zeus is fun, said no god of Olympus ever. I am Zeus. A lonely ruler of this cosmos. My wife uses to stay away from me. I no more can have affairs with mortals and inhabitants of Olympus avoids me like I am some kind of mass murderer. They fear me. But deep inside me, isn't there a desire, a wish to be loved rather than feared? I too want love and affections and I want him. That sweet mortal boy.
I looked down from my window a thousandth time to see him sitting at the beach with his girlfriend, talking and laughing. Its good to be Zeus. I can keep watch on anyone anytime according to my desires. ' You are not keeping watch. You are stalking' a voice deep inside my head chided. I'm sure she's Metis, mother of Athena. Ever since she dissolved herself in the depths of my mind she's always chiding me for all the unfaithful thoughts I ever have. She somehow is making me wiser but who want a wife right in your head to chide you for all the private thoughts of dominance and penetration.
I looked again zooming my view on that beloved face, while he talks about his adventures. His brows tensing and relaxing, his eyes truthful and sea green, his lips full and kissable and his front teeth slightly bigger than rest. He was wearing an orange t-shirt and I could very well make out his torso and chest, his two soft nipples peeking from his clothes and his jeans slightly bulged due to a semi-erection. 'a semi-erection?' that's because he fancies that Annabeth, thinking of which I felt an urge to melt her. She isn't supposed to be with him. He is mine. I'm lord of the universe and I can have anyone I wish to have. No one's gonna mess with me. Zeus.
Yes, Perseus Jackson is mine and I will have him rightfully. 'This is not ancient Greece where you can abduct a teenager and his father will feel honoured. This is Percy and his father is Poseidon, the only one you ever feared.' Metis you must shut up before I cut off my head and regret it later.
If I want Percy I must give it a better thought. Percy thinks I am a dick. Our first meeting didn't go well and I acted awkward and silly, but there was so much sexual tension on my side that I could not think straight. I must have him seated and thanked and awarded for his great job of bringing the lightning bolt. I must have asked him for dinner and then showed him how kind and generous and sexy I am and how it would be an honour for him to be my passive. 'like it was an honour for me to be your wife and now I'm stuck inside your head, which is filled with garbage and shit.' I ignored her. This is not Ganymede we are talking about who will willingly except godhood and be my sub forever. This is Percy, a very beloved son of my brother and I need to follow all procedures of pederasty. And first thing first, I should ask permission from Poseidon. And I must do it now because manly essence in my manhood can't wait anymore. I'm one fucked up jerk.
I summoned my brother.
"Is there anything I can do for you my lord", Poseidon ask me a zillionth time sitting on his throne to my right. Ever since he arrived I tried to form all possible combination of alphabets to ask him about Percy but words just don't appear. There is no need to be so afraid, I know but Its almost like I'm a mortal and back in those days when suiters used to take permission from there beloved boy's father in ancient Greece. I was being a suitor but I never asked for permission. I stared back into Poseidon's eyes so much like those of Percy that I felt spellbound. It's like talking to Percy himself.' Just ask' I ordered my self, or is it Metis again? I don't care.
"I need to talk to you", I speak without thinking for thoughts are foreign to me right now, "about...P.Percy."
"Brother, what's it with you? He is just a boy. He has done so much for Olympus already and he resurrected your daughter still you want to kill him for the sake of prophecy?" Poseidon asked furiously, his eyes burning.
"No, not that." I tried to sound calm, despite the fact, I was shaking in inside for the very thought of killing Percy is terrifying. How can I kill him, whom I want to make immortal in the first place? Poseidon is crazy.
"Then what", he snapped.
"Look...Poseidon. Errr...Percy is a fine boy. A great Demigod. ...I think I should mentor him to make him the greatest... Just like they did in olden days." Nice try.
Poseidon stared at me for at least a whole minute making my insides go the finest liquid, "you are asking to fuck my son?" His voice soft and scary, "No you can't." So saying he stood up his fist closed tightly. I remained where I was, looking the jerk I always try to look.
"I want to make him a man. Don't you want that? Every one knows Percy is your favourite son and it isn't hard to imagine that you want to make him immortal. I'll make him immortal for you. I'll mentor him and he'll become the greatest god, a son you'd be proud of." I tried and failed to keep my voice cold and emotionless ( again bravo).
"I am proud of my son." He made piercing eye contact. "I'm not gonna impose you on him or make a decision on his behalf. Neither I'm letting you take him for your sub and all. It's a thing of past. Now no one follows those orthodox customs."
"Then there will be a fight, Poseidon. I'll take what I want." I am not letting Poseidon overpower me.
"Then I'll fight." Poseidon snapped.
"And you'll lose." I try to reason "you'll get nothing. I'll capture you and force Percy to my wills. Do you want that? Brother..." I grinned, wickedly. I'm the sole winner, ever and always.
"You can't do that", said Poseidon, weak and defeated, "at least not against his will. Please. It will destroy him."
"I'll do stuff according to his desires. I'll have him and he will have me willingly. I promise." I gave him that notorious smile, filled with power and lust, " cheer up brother, your son's got Lord Zeus as a suitor." So saying I disappeared leaving behind a very speechless Poseidon, open-mouthed.