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

Disclaimer: Don't own it.

Chapter Rating: M.

A/N: Lol Apollo is a rapist. --Allie

Apollo X Rachel

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Why I Want You

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Rachel Elizabeth Dare bit her lip as Apollo stared her down, eating her body with his eyes. She was so nervous for today, and the sun god's actions weren't helping any. Today she was going to go back to Camp Halfblood to visit some friends, and she didn't want to mess up. But Apollo was making her so antsy….

"What?" she asked curtly, crossing her arms over her chest and tapping her foot. "Please, Apollo, I need a ride to camp."

He continued to gaze at her, his eyes sharp. "Rachel?" he asked.

"Yeah?" Rachel raked her frizzy hair with her fingers, tugged down the hem of her T-shirt.

"You're hot."

"What?" demanded the teenager, instinctively stepping back. "What?!"

"I mean, are you hot?" he stuttered. "Standing out here…under my sun…."

She raised an eyebrow, regarding him carefully. "I'm not that hot," she told him, stepping back again.

"I think you are," Apollo replied, taking a step toward her.

"No…" Rachel said, tugging the hem of her shirt again. "Can we go, now? Please?"

"Of course," said Apollo, taking Rachel's hand and leading her to the car. She glanced at him, confused, but didn't say anything and eased out of his grip when they neared his car. "Okay, we'll be there in a few minutes," he said.

The car ride through the air was silent and uneventful. Rachel stared off into the clouds. Unbeknownst to her, Apollo watched her intently, the way her hair blew in the wind, how her arms dangled daintily over the side of the car, how her chest rose and fell…

"Oh, there seems to be a storm up ahead," fibbed Apollo quickly. "Zeus must be mad about something. Er, we'll have to take a detour, Rachel."

"Really?" she asked. "I can't see anything."

"I'm a god," Apollo responded by way of explanation, "we can see things humans can't."

"Oh," was all Rachel said. "Okay, how're we gonna get there, then?"

"Hang on, let me go this wa—," began Apollo, but then he aimed his convertible straight downwards, and the two crashed downwards through the green treetops. Rachel let out a cry, immediately drawing back into the car, hanging onto her seat for dear life.

A minute later, Rachel was sprawled precariously high on a thin tree branch, her clothing torn to rags, and Apollo was kneeling on the ground beside his mangled car, on the verge of tears, yelling, "MY BEAUTIFUL CAR!"

"Help!" shouted Rachel, shaking the tree branch. "Apollo!"

The god jumped up and ran to where Rachel was, held out his arms, and called, "Drop, Overlander. I will catch you."

Rachel let go of the branch, screamed, and waited for the impact of the ground, but it never came. Instead she landed in the rock-hard arms of Apollo. "Thanks," she said, letting out a breathy laugh. "You can put me down now."

Apollo ignored the last comment and began to walk through the forest, cradling the girl in his arms. "Put me down, please?" asked Rachel.

Again, Apollo ignored her until they were so deep in the woods that Rachel felt sure no one was in range of her for miles. "There," he said. "I put you down."

"Where are we?" asked Rachel. "We're supposed to be at Camp Halfblood, Apollo!"

"I told you, we had to take a detour," Apollo said calmly. "Why don't you sit down, Rachel?" She folded her arms across her chest angrily but plopped down on a nearby rock.

"This is no detour," she muttered, sinking in on herself until she was lying down on her back.

"It is," said Apollo.

"Really?" demanded Rachel. "Because it certainly isn't helping me get to Camp Halfblood. In fact, I'm not getting anything out of this!"

"I am," replied Apollo.

"Really? What?" Rachel asked.

"You'll see. So, Rachel, I've really forgotten about my manners today. How are you?"

"Okay, I guess," Rachel said, looking slightly uncomfortable.

Apollo sat next to her, putting his hand on her head and stroking her hair. "Uh, what are you doing?" asked Rachel, sitting up abruptly.

"Playing hard to get?" murmured Apollo, gazing at Rachel's beautiful eyes.

" 'Hard to get'?" gasped Rachel. "Huh?"

"Yeah," Apollo said. He grabbed both of Rachel's hands in his. "Will you…Rachel Elizabeth Dare, will you—"

In answer, Rachel jumped to her feet and began to back away. "Look, Apollo, I'm flattered…but, um, I have to go…."

"Where can you go, dear Rachel?" asked Apollo. "We're so far into the woods."

Rachel swallowed and ran a hand through her hair. "There's a way out, though, right?" She looked behind her, then at Apollo again. "There has to be a way out."

"Oh, Rachel," said Apollo. "You don't know how much I adore you."

"I don't, actually," she said. "I don't really want to know, either. Please, can we just go to Camp Halfblood?"

"Not yet," Apollo replied, edging toward her, one hand outstretched.

"What do I have to do to make you take me?"

"I'd take you any day."

"Er, what?"

"I mean…why don't we take a walk, Rachel?" Carefully, Rachel fell into step beside Apollo. "Where would you like to go?" he asked. Then, before she could answer, he added, "Oh, I know the perfect place."

Wordlessly Rachel trekked beside the god. He was completely silent, but after a few minutes, he took her hand and led her through thick underbrush. "Where are we?" asked Rachel, looking around in awe.

"My little place," answered Apollo, not mentioning that they were in such a remote area that no one would ever find them…how perfect for him.

Rachel reached toward her back pocket, searching for her hair brush but coming up with nothing. It must have gotten lost in the crash. But now she was defenseless against the love-crazed god. "Can't you go off and date Aphrodite?" she said.

Apollo gave a laugh. "I could, but I don't want her," he said. "Not now, anyway."

"Who do you want?" asked Rachel, though she knew the answer.

"You."

"Why?"

"So many reasons, Rachel," replied Apollo, his voice soft. "Stop trying to run, it won't work." He laughed lightly. "Don't make me tie you up."

Rachel's eyes widened. "Would you?" Apollo replied with a laugh, not responding with words. She began to back away, but the crazy gleam in his eyes stopped her. "What do you want me to do?"

Apollo grinned.

He then leaned forward, grabbing the girl's round face with his hands, placing his lips on hers. Rachel found herself kissing him back, wrapping her arms around her neck. He parted his lips and added his tongue to her mouth, and she would have recoiled had his fingers not been still capturing her jaws and cheekbones. Finally, Apollo broke away, only to pull off his T-shirt.

"Er," said Rachel, tugging the hem of her shirt down nervously.

"Let me help you with that," Apollo said, grabbing her shirt, slipping it over her head easily, and tossing it in a clump of leaves nearby.

Immediately crossing her arms, Rachel began to tell him that it was just a habit, not something she wanted to throw off of herself, when he took her hands, planted a kiss on her lips again, and with one hand unhooked her bra. Apollo grabbed one small breast in his hand, rubbing the nipple with his thumb. Rachel bit her lip uncomfortably.

But she didn't complain.

Apollo pushed Rachel up against a tree, her bare back against the rough bark, and began to suck on her other breast. He heard her give a sharp gasp. After a moment, Apollo pulled away, looked at Rachel's surprised face, and yanked down her jeans, then his own shorts, leaving on his boxers despite the growing tent.

"Um…" began Rachel, unmoving.

In a serious voice, Apollo asked, "Rachel, have you had your period?"

"Can't we use a condom?" she demanded, holding tight to the panties that still covered her.

"Let's hope to get lucky then," said Apollo, "because godsperm is too powerful for rubber."

"Crap," murmured Rachel, but Apollo didn't hear her. He was busy tugging down her underwear. "I feel so violated…" she muttered. Then she felt the finger penetrating her. "Ohmygods—!" Apollo was shoving first one finger, then two, then three into Rachel and rubbing her clit with his thumb. Something Rachel hadn't really expected. "Wh—why?" she gasped.

Much to Rachel's dismay, she let out a loud moan and came onto Apollo's hand.

Grinning, Apollo stood up and ripped off his boxer shorts, revealing nine inches of dick for Rachel to fend for.

Then he stood up and motioned for Rachel to get to her knees. She looked at him and he nodded. She placed her hands on his balls, then took his erection in her mouth. Apollo moaned and thrust forward. Rachel began to choke but he didn't notice and he came into her throat. After a moment he pulled out and stood her up.

"This might hurt," he warned her.

"Might?" she asked, biting down on her lip.

Apollo then shoved himself inside of Rachel, pinning her against the tree, and began to thrust roughly in and out. She let out a moan of what could be pleasure or pain, but Apollo didn't stop. Finally, they both came into each other and Apollo said in satisfaction, "That, Rachel Elizabeth Dare, is why I want you."

Rachel stared blankly at Apollo.

"Now," he continued, "we can go to Camp Halfblood."