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Author's Note: Since I had some free time, I decided to write Chapter Two. Do take note that there will be loads of smut, slash, Femlash, normal sex, drama, and a tad bit of action in this fanfic. It's not for everyone, I know, but don't say I didn't warn you! Also, as much as I hate to admit it I'm not the greatest at writing these kind of scenes so I would appreciate it if anyone wants to offer their help in this manner either as a Beta or Co-Writer. No names will be mentioned if you don't want to and feel free to PM me instead of comment. Last but not least, if any of you have suggestions and advice I'm all ears. So now without further ado, I present you the next chapter of "Peace Offering!"

Chapter Two

Percy Jackson awoke feeling more refreshed and renewed than ever. For some reason, he was pleasantly calm upon discovering that he was not in his room at home, in his cabin at Camp Half-Blood or anywhere else for that matter. For indeed he was at neither of those places. He was sprawled out on a giant, king-sized bed with white silk sheets and fluffy pillows.

One glance at the ceiling revealed an impressively dome-shaped roof with a single round window at the exact middle, allowing a pillar of light to stream into the room making his surroundings look almost surreal. The dome was decorated by lavish paintings such as he'd imagine in a Greek museum or some ancient temple of a young boy with familiar-looking messy black hair and piercing green eyes.

He was naked all but for a silk loins-cloth and flanked on either side by pretty nymphs and worshiping satyrs all of which were offering him something or another. The boy looked like a god in the painting and that surprised Percy, for the boy in the painting looked like an identical image of himself.

Wait a minute... Percy thought with a sinking feeling of dread. Gods...

That word only brought him back to reality and the realisation of what he had done rammed into him like an angry minotaur.

Why did he always have to do something so stupid? Why couldn't he just lead a normal life for once?

His mind drifted back to that fateful afternoon and he realised why Grover and Chiron's faces were pale in shock and horror at his oath.

At first, panic flared up within him and melded with anger when he realised where he probably was – on Olympus – but he heaved a resigned sigh upon realising there was no way out of this.

He had sworn an oath to stop the war and the gods had already accepted. According to Chiron's history lesson, this was a better option that awaited him anyways since he should not have been born due to the Ancient Pact that the Big Three made after World War II.

It was better to be accepted by the Olympians in this way than not at all and zapped out of existence. On thinking about it further, he realised it wasn't all that bad since now he had to be immortal or something since he was taken to Olympus for the otherworldly presence within the room told him that he was.

Indeed, the presence was palpable and thriving as if alive and definitely powerful. Suddenly, Percy blushed when he guessed what it was and realised that he was not alone.

Sucking in a deep breath, his gaze darted about the room until they settled on a lone figure. Percy was momentarily stunned to see that it was none other than Lord Zeus himself, King of the Gods.

The Immortal was dressed in a white tunic trimmed in green with short sleeves and a silver belt around his waist. He wore no shoes and the tunic ended at his knees. The King of Gods watched him with an impassive but observant expression, if such a thing was possible.

Percy Jackson squirmed on the bed, feeling suddenly like an incompetent fool and totally inadequate compared to the Sky Lord.

It didn't help either that it suddenly dawned on Percy that the young boy was unclothed except for a silk loins-cloth much like the painting of him, and that he was a wimp compared to the strength and glory of Zeus.

King Zeus, Percy's practical self corrected his dull self exasperatedly, before adding. Why can't you get anything right?

As if reading his thoughts, Zeus chuckled and his eyes glinted with amusement. Percy blushed, realising that the god probably could read his mind since he was the king of gods.

Indeed I can, Percy Jackson.

The demigod in question gave a yelp of surprise and flinched as he heard the god's deep voice resonating in his mind. He could not believe himself. He was communicating in his head with a god! Could anything be weirder?

Perhaps, Zeus chuckled and Percy blushed.

"How so, my lord?" Percy asked shyly, albeit aloud.

He wasn't used to this whole telepathic thing.

Zeus relented and spoke in like-fashion not wanting to offend the boy more than he had to.

"We Olympians took you up on your offer," Zeus explained softly.

"All of you?" Percy gasped, his eyes widening in surprise.

"Aye," Zeus agreed. "All of us. You are now the Royal Consort of Olympus and World War III has ended before it began. A certain God of War discovered a hint of where the missing godly icons – my Lightning Bolt and Lord Hades' Helm of Darkness – are located and they are being tracked down as we speak. The true thief will not know what hit him."

"Good!" Percy said happily, and blushed furiously when the god smiled heartily at him.

"So I take it you are fine with the...arrangement?" Zeus asked curiously.

"Well, it came as a surprise at first," Percy replied. "No doubt about that. However, I have come to terms with it and this appears to be the easiest solution, but on one condition!"

"Yes?" Zeus prompted warily.

"That you make me immortal, get rid of Smelly Gabe, and give my mom the perfect life," Percy said all in one breath.

"Those are three conditions," Zeus pointed out unable to resist a grin.

"True," Percy admitted after regaining his breath. "But I know you want me in your bed and I'll admit to being a little intrigued by the arrangement."

"You are?" Zeus asked eagerly.

He did not enjoy sleeping with unwilling lovers. While he had done so in the past it made the situation most...uncomfortable...

"I am," Percy sighed. "And I will live up to what you expect of me and more if you carry out my request."

"I will see to it, Percy Jackson," Zeus said solemnly. "You have my word as King of the Gods that all three of your conditions will be fulfilled to the utmost of our abilities."

"Thanks," Percy said softly, but there was a smile on his face and Zeus marvelled at how it appeared as if a heavy load had been lifted from the poor boy's shoulder.

Not wanting to wait a moment longer to ease his pain, Zeus flicked his fingers startling Percy with a brief flash of white light.

"There," He said. "Now I have just informed the other Olympians of the plan and they are eagerly brainstorming a method to carry it out to perfection."

Percy smirked at the mental image and Zeus was momentarily startled to feel a flicker of joy at the grin.

What was going on here?

Muttering a curse under his breath, he shook his head and waited for Percy to make the next move. He did not want an uprising on Olympus led by one rather impulsive demigod.

As if on cue, realisation spread all over Percy Jackson's face and the demigod gave an infuriating grin. At a tantalising pace, the boy began to unwind his loins-cloth.

After what seemed like an age, he tossed it aside where it fell off the bed almost in glee. Anticipation welled up within Zeus as he saw Percy spread his legs slowly but surely with a seductive teasing that would put even Aphrodite to shame.

Hoping that this was an invitation, the Sky Lord flicked his fingers and his robe vanished only to reappear folded neatly in a pile on the chair he had been sitting on previously.

Percy's eyes widened for a second as they glimpse his member. It was obvious that he had never seen a naked man before and the size of his member surprised him. The god smirked at Percy's shock and the smirk eased into a grin when the demigod pouted cutely.

"How come I'm not that big?" Percy asked, surprising Zeus as he gestured to the King's member.

Zeus was stunned to feel himself blush and scowled making Percy cower in mock terror.

The King of Olympus does not blush! Zeus chanted in his mind. The King of Olympus does not blush! The King of Olympus...

Oh yes you do! A voice quipped teasingly in his head.

Zeus started as he realised it was none other than the Son of Poseidon whose face had split into a grin, clearly holding in his laughter at the powerful god's surprise. Zeus was never surprised!

"That's it!" He growled, and lunged onto the bed launching into a tickle fight with Percy as his target.

The demigod cracked up laughing as the god tickled him in all the right places (he was a god after all) and was briefly surprised to see Percy respond to the tickle fight. Soon they were both rolling over each other as the tickle fight matured into a wrestle for dominance.

Even though they were both gods (Percy was practically a god now), they broke out into a sweat as they each struggled to subdue the other. Percy's face was strained with determination and Zeus was glaring in an attempt to scare his prey into submission. He was the King of the Gods, after all and would be the Alpha.

Wanting to reinforce his claim, Zeus leaned forward and kissed Percy roughly on the lips. The demigod flinched from the unexpected contact and his eyes flew open in surprise.

But then they were filled with mischief and it was Zeus' turn to be surprised as Percy kissed him back just as heatedly. At first the kisses were hesitant and wary but Percy gave in to the bigger man and parted his lips, granting access to his mouth.

Zeus grinned against Percy's lips and thrust his tongue into the boy's mouth resulting in a stifled moan from Percy. Zeus felt his body relax as their tongues met and began to familiarise themselves with each other.

Zeus and Percy's hands followed in suit stroking and caressing each other's bodies with a fervour. They were now drenched in sweat, but neither cared as their erections joined the fray.

Zeus gasped as he felt Percy's hardened cock against his and groaned in satisfaction as Percy began to pump his hips against his own. It had been a long time since he had went to bed with a willing lover, a male no less, and he had almost forgot what it felt like.

Even though they were gods, they still had emotions and each loved to be loved for what they were. Percy smirked inwardly but was too caught up in the action to render any resistance.

Gingerly at first, Percy removed his tongue from Zeus' and – ignoring the god's impatient growl – bent his head to kiss Zeus' neck. Zeus sighed deeply as Percy planted kisses all along his lover's neck and shoulders, moving from one to the other.

He trailed upwards after a short while and began to suckle Zeus' earlobe earning a very pleasant reaction. Whipped up into a sexual frenzy as he was, it did not take long for Zeus to curl his fingers around Percy's cock and begin to jerk him off at a rapid but gentle pace.

Percy's moans began to grow louder and harder as he wrapped his legs around Zeus' waist, digging his feet into the god's back.

He cried out Zeus' name as the god in question began sucking his already hardened nipple, causing all sorts of strange but wonderful sensations shooting throughout his body. Zeus began to get excited too as he felt himself reaching a climax and vaguely wondered who would get there first.

"There" came with a loud scream of pleasure from Percy Jackson and a possessive snarl from Zeus as they both released a torrent of seed all over themselves, marking the two of them as lovers.

Taking a deep breath of fresh Olympian air, Zeus heaved a sigh as he collapsed onto Percy Jackson panting heavily. Sweat rolled off the two of them as they simply did nothing but hold each other and stare lovingly into each other's eyes.

Zeus may be the King of the Gods and Percy Jackson might have only been the Royal Consort of Olympus, but there was a mutual sense of unity and partnership amongst the two of them when they were in bed.

Of course, Zeus had proved himself to be the Alpha and Percy his Omega but the raven-haired demigod grinned as he stared up at the painting of himself at the ceiling. If this was what his days on Olympus would be like than it wasn't half so bad as he thought it would be.

Hades, it would be ten times better!

X~X~X~X~X

For the umpteenth time since that very stressful meeting, Hades swore vehemently back home on his throne at the Underworld.

What in Olympus was wrong with him?

He heaved a sigh and tried to pretend nothing happened as an offended-sound of thunder rumbled in retaliation.

To Be Continued...

A/N: Well there you have it! The story is underway and I'm on a roll. Just to let you know, the majority of the fanfic will contain smut and drama but there will be a little action when they find out who really stole the Lightning Bolt and Helm of Darkness. So how was it? Did the chapter meet up to your expectations? If not, don't worry! I am starting out slow simply because I want you all to get used to it.

Plus, I don't want to waste all my good scenes in the second chapter. Plenty more smut awaits you all and I would really appreciate it if you would comment or PM me so that I can know how I'm doing. Also, Percy will be making out with more gods and goddesses than just Zeus although he will frequent Percy's bed chamber since he is the king. I would still appreciate your insight though, so feel free to tell me your honest opinion on this story so far.

Thanks a ton in advance!

P.S. The ad for a Beta and/or Co-Writer is still open and I am willing for just about anybody. I will have to check out his or her story(s) first just to see what I'm dealing with exactly, so we can continue our conversation via PM's. Bye for now!