Title: The Trials of Perseus Jackson

Summary: Percy Jackson's heart has been broken by the people he's fallen in love with. Broken to the point where he didn't think anyone would be capable of putting it back together again. Yet, there he was standing for all the world with his stupid blonde hair and his stupid purple robes and his stupid teddy bear ripping self. Wasn't it enough that he'd had his heart ripped out, did he need to endure it again? And yet, Octavian isn't quite what Percy was expecting.

Warnings: Slash, meaning boyXboy. There will be sex. Memories of implied rape, though it's kind of dub-con.

Pairings: Octavian/Percy, (Past) Luke/Percy, (Past) Annabeth/Percy

Author's Note: There's quite a bit of angst surrounding Percy, so beware.

Disclaimer: I am writing this for fun and not profit. I do not own Percy Jackson or any of the characters therein.

Chapter 1

Percy didn't do blondes and he didn't do relationships. No matter how attractive they were. No, scratch that. He didn't do blondes and he didn't do relationships, especially if they were attractive. It wasn't that he was prejudice or anything, not in the slightest. It was just that he didn't do blondes and he didn't do relationships; no matter what he did in the end, it just didn't work out for him.

First there had been Luke- not that they had been together. Not remotely. They hadn't even cared about each other. Or rather, Luke hadn't cared about him.

Then there had been Annabeth. They'd decided to try and make it work after the Titan War and Percy had tried, he really had. Not that Annabeth had saw it that way. After the first few weeks, she wasn't talking to him and a month later, they weren't dating.

Never mind that he was in just as much pain as her.

Of course, then there was that whole mess with Hera wiping his memory and sending him to camp Jupiter. Where—three guesses what? That's right, Reyna decided to hit on him. What did she expect him to do? He had no memory and at the time he would really rather the blonde boy up on the hill fuck him than her.

Not that she hadn't held it against him.

Octavian was interesting. He caught Percy's eye the second he stepped into the temple, all sharp angles and high cheekbones. He wasn't exactly attractive and yet Percy still had to look away to stop himself from blushing when the Augur turned his blue eyes on Percy.

He'd snatched Percy's bear out of his bag and promptly ripped it apart, revealing his tongue was just as sharp as the rest of him. That should have been a turn off for Percy. It should have been a warning sign to run far away and not to look back, but he just couldn't. Something in his stomach pulled him toward Octavian and wouldn't let him turn tail the way he should have.

Of course, once he got his memories back, he remembered exactly what it was pulling him toward the Augur. He was a serious fucking masochist. He wanted his heart to be broken again. No, scratch that. He didn't have a heart to break and yet he was all but ready to hand it over to Octavian.

Now, they were on their way to Rome. With the Augur on board because why not? Though Percy figured the ship was big enough that he could avoid Octavian if he tried hard enough. Which apparently, he didn't.

"Percy," Octavian said, stepping in front of him. He looked good- too good- against the carpet of the ship. Percy hesitated, looking for a way around the Augur, but Octavian was standing firmly in the middle of the hallway, blocking the Percy's path. "Percy," Octavian said again, this time his voice low and annoyed and Percy knew he'd hesitated too long. He shuddered when Octavian growled; that was the same way Luke had sounded right before he'd…

"Octavian," Percy nodded to him, deciding it was safer just to get it over with quickly. He tried to step around, but Octavian was suddenly there, grabbing his wrist and yanking him back. He bit his lip to hold back his cry of alarm. He wouldn't give the blonde the satisfaction. "What are you doing?"

"Why are you avoiding me?" Octavian asked, ignoring his question completely. He tilted his head in a way that let his hair fall across his angled face and Percy had to look away before the heat across his cheeks gave him away. Luke had never looked at him like that. He had never looked at him like he actually cared.

"I'm not avoiding anyone," Percy snapped, yanking his arm out of Octavian's hand. Rather than hurt him, the Augur let him go. He let Percy stalk down the hallway and disappear around the corner, still shuddering at the feel of his hand against his skin.

Why hadn't he followed? Luke would have followed. Luke would never have let Percy talk to him like that. Percy drew a shuddering breath, leaning against a wall and rubbing the wrist Octavian had touched. It was nothing. It didn't mean anything. It never did. And it never would.