Note: PJO collab crackfic written by Sole, Prophe, and Allie. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: We do not in any way own Percy Jackson and the Olympians nor do we claim to.

Chapter Rating: T for references....

A/N: Prophe wrote this! But it's Allie writing the A/N ;)

Polyphemus X Grover X Clarisse

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Tie You Up

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How long had the two of them been stuck in this dank cave? Polyphemus had slid that boulder in front of the entrance at least a few hours before, leaving them in complete darkness. The Cyclops had done something relatively smart in binding them. Even if they wanted to escape --and gods they certainly did-- they wouldn't be able to escape their bonds.

Clarisse had been struggling against the rope for the better part of an hour. Approximately; it was nigh impossible to tell time in a room where no light ever shone. Grover had been watching her attempts silently. It would be best if she gave up on her own.

After a few more minutes of constant thrashing and low cursing, the child of Ares slumped forward. Her dark hair hung in her face, and a few strands stuck to her forehead by the sweat that had accumulated. The satyr tried not to stare at her glistening neck and face and failed --valiantly.

Although, watching those beads travel was certainly a must.

"What are you looking at, goat boy?" Clarisse growled, raising her head to glower at said satyr. Grover froze, tearing his eyes away from the girl. He didn't really want to know how she would react to his staring; nothing good could come out of that. "Well?"

"Ah, well--!" he began nervously, his eyes shifting around and taking in the gloom once more. The two were close enough together to where they could view the other --but the rest of the cavern was in the utmost darkness. It was unnerving. "You have... have..."

'Whatever you do, Grover, do not tell her that seeing her sweat turns you on... not in any circumstances must you admit to something like that!' Grover thought desperately, all the while trying to decide how to answer the girls' question.

"Er, well, you... it's very hot in here, isn't it?" Grover blundered, "I mean, since you're sweating and all -I didn't notice, though! But, um, I..."

Clarisse's eyes held accusation, something that suited her quite well. Her features were practically made to house that look. But Grover seemed to deflate the smallest bit when that concentrated gaze was directed at him.

"Grover," she said warningly, "What were you actually staring at?"

The satyr was beyond nervous now --and he wasn't sure what to say under Clarisse's calculating stare. He could only look right back, as words were now lost to him. Dammit, why did she have to look so sexy like that?!

Grover felt paralyzed. He didn't want to admit it, but, for a child of Ares, Clarisse was pretty attractive. Her hair always seemed to be the right shade, her eyes filled with just enough suspicion... and always just a bit of compassion, if you looked deep enough. She was a little beefy, but that just made her all the more appealing.

And her aggressive behavior was just another turn on for him. He had to wonder just what kind of things her tongue could do besides work toward spitting out insults.

Against his will, Grover felt his body reacting to that thought. Gods, the things he was so sure she could do...

"You're staring again!" Clarisse snapped. "What is so interesting that you have to look at me like that?!"

Without thinking, Grover replied, "You're pretty hot; who wouldn't stare?"

After the statement passed his lips, absolute silence descended on the pair. It was an awkward, uncomfortable silence, as neither party was really sure what to say at this point. If the two hadn't been tied up, an epic chase scene might have taken place of the silence. Then again, neither would find themselves in this situation under normal circumstances...

"So, what you're saying..." Clarisse began, raising her eyebrows and giving him the strangest look, "Is that you think I'm... hot....?"

Grover looked at anywhere but the girl, embarrassed. Had he really admitted to that...?

"Well, I--"

And the boulder slid out of place, throwing light into the room --its two occupants were temporarily blinded. But the voice was enough to scare the life out of both of them. It was Polyphemus, back to do whatever it was he had planned.

He held a bag --made of some kind of animal, Grover noted in disgust-- on his back, and the look in his eye was at least slightly suspicious.

"Before I cook satyr... we will have fun," the Cyclops grinned, showing off his disgusting teeth. "I have things in this bag."

Neither Grover nor Clarisse was too keen on knowing what exactly was in the sack, but they were completely helpless to do anything against Polyphemus at this point.

His grin widening, the Cyclops dropped the bag to the floor, and made his way over to Clarisse. He dropped down in front of her --he was still much larger than her in comparison-- and grabbed her shoulder. With his other hand, he began to tear the front of her shirt away.

"H-hey!" she cried. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

Her bra we certainly a surprise to Grover. He had, for some reason, thought of Clarisse to be above wearing certain types of undergarments. And yet, she was wearing one of those black, lacy bra's that women on Victoria's Secret commercials wore when they needed to model that particular type.

Grover's erection had died down when Polyphemus entered the room, but it had sprung up again, making his pants too tight, and watching the Cyclops strip the girl of her clothes was almost too much to bear.

Clarisse wore panties that were the same color and style as her bra. The satyr stared.

Polyphemus chuckled, and stood abruptly. To Grover's horror, the Cyclops was heading towards him, his grin back in place.

"You are still very nice looking, for a satyr," he laughed, dropped down in front of Grover in the same fashion as he had with Clarisse. That large hand gripped the front of the dress Grover had never had the chance to change out of. The fabric tore easily.

Polyphemus laughed again, running a single finger down the satyrs front, down his chest, stomach, and lower yet. He bit back any sound he may have been apt to make. He was not going to enjoy getting touched by a Cyclops of all things.

After being rubbed by Polyphemus for much longer than he would have otherwise liked, Grover noticed that his hands were free. Clarisse's wrists were also unbound.

"We are not done yet," Polyphemus announced, reaching back and sifting through the items in his bag. "I want you two to do something."

Unconsciously, Grover moved forward, seizing the much more muscular girl by the shoulders and kissing her, hard. When she didn't respond, the satyr bit down on her lip. She gave a cry of pain, and Grover took that moment to deepen his kiss.

"Wha... what do you think you're doing?!" Clarisse whispered furiously when Grover pulled away and began to run his hand along her arm.

Grover smirked. "I want to tie you up, Clarisse. But first... we need to get out of here..."

Eventually, they did, but not before they stayed longer with Polyphemus, playing with the toys he had in his bag.