Chapter 10: The Force of Love

WARNING!

SLASH HATERS GO NO FURTHER!

This chapter contains lemons! Not Luke/Percy lemons either, so don't be mad….alright be mad, but continue reading ^^

AN: So I think I've made it very clear this story stands true to its rating. MATURE! Okay…yeah, haha, this is really long, but only because I promised Luke this chapter, and I had to put him in somehow -_- Without further ado here's chapter 10! xD

Percy smiled at him. "Just a little." He said, and ran his hand back up is chest, to his face. Percy lightly traced the outline of his lips.

Asher pulled Percy on top of him, and buried his face in his neck. He kissed the skin there softly, a sweet gesture that made Percy smile. "I don't want you to go tomorrow." He stated simply, and Percy laughed a little.

"The school year ends tomorrow...Lord Zeus was kind enough to give me seven years before I had to leave." Percy's eyes closed as the raven haired teen under him bite down on his neck, not-lightly, probably leaving a mark.

"Lord Zeus needs to lighten up a little." Asher said, and Percy pulled away, before leaning down and kissing his lover lightly on the lips. Asher massaged his sides, and Percy made a muffled sound in the back of his throat as they deepened their kiss. Percy tangled his fingers in the soft midnight hair, and broke off, gasping. Percy pecked Asher's lips one more time, gazing into lovely chocolate eyes before kissing his way down his light skinned chest, pinching one of his nipples between his lips, and Asher caught his breath under him.

Percy got to the waistband of Asher's pants, and untied the cotton strings with his teeth. Percy kissed his way to Asher's thighs and teasingly kissed the prick presented before him, taking it in his hands, and gently stroking it up and down. Asher sat up a little to watch Percy as he smirked at him, then took him into his mouth all the way down to the base.

Asher shuddered and grasped the sheets under him in a tight grip. Percy hummed, and the vibrations drove the older one wild. He moaned loudly and bucked his hips slightly before he could stop himself, but Percy wasn't having it. He grabbed his lover's hips, and moved his head up and down the length of Asher's cock at a steadily increasing pace. He pulled back, and licked Asher from his base to the tip, lightly sucking at the sensitive skin there. The older teen's cock jumped, and he let out a mix between a cry and a strangled moan.

"Okay! Okay!" Asher nearly yelled, and pulled away from Percy because that uncontrollable panic that had started in his belly and groin told him he was about to come. He didn't want to yet, so he instead, just kissed Percy, tasting himself on the younger teen's lips and tongue. Percy smiled into the kiss, seeing the effect he had on the boy under him, and ran his hands over Asher's chest.

Asher flipped them over, so he was on top of Percy, and copied what the Son of Poseidon had previously done. Percy sat up and moaned as he watched the Son of Eros go down on him. Percy lied back, and enjoyed the light waves of pleasure running through his body. Asher pulled his head back, and kissed his way toward Percy's chest, while pumping Percy's throbbing hardness with one of his hands. The hot mess shivering on the bed known as Perseus Jackson was in ecstasy. His vision was dotted white...well, it was hard to see anything other than the lovely brown eyes looking up at him, urging him to come. But Percy didn't need any more influence than one look from those eyes to...to...

When Percy's breathing became labored, and his stomach and cock started to spasm, Asher knew he was about to come. He went back down, and took Percy's whole length into his mouth, going up and down a few times before pulling back. He licked the large cock presented in front of him, and then pumped it with is right hand while playing with the testicles hanging underneath and suckling on them. He heard Percy gasp.

"Ahhh!" Percy's body shook almost violently, and he clutched the bed, arching his back. His thick, warm load shot into Asher's mouth, and he took it in ease. He swallowed his mouthful of semen, savoring the salty, sea-watery taste. He took the member into his mouth again, and Percy bucked forward. He's sensitive, Asher realized, and chuckled softly, kissing his way back up to Percy's lips. Percy pouted at him, and Asher smiled a lazy grin at the boy under him. Percy leant up, and kissed him softly as he cooled down from his orgasm. It was Asher's turn to whimper now as Percy gently rolled them over, so he was on top

"My turn." Percy ground his middle against his loves, and was satisfied to hear a low throaty moan from the back of his throat.

Percy licked and suckled at the light skin where Asher's neck and shoulder met, surely leaving a nice reddish-blue mark. He massaged the older teens sides and stomach as he worked, feeling the muscles and soft skin. He bucked his hips forward and smiled when he felt Asher buck back. His magic was working. Percy bit down a fraction harder, just for a second, and it pushed Asher over the edge, and he was drowned in a sea of pleasure. Asher's breathing hitched, and he bucked into Percy's hand wildly, holding onto him for dear life. Life as no more at that moment as the waves of ecstasy washed over him...life was nothing...it was just him and Percy.

Percy kissed him, to keep the cute mewls and moans coming from his mouth to a minimum. Ghosts and shadows had a tendency to be nosey, and his father was still quite protective of him.

Gradually, Asher calmed, and his breathing returned to normal. Percy went back down Asher's body, to his cock, and took the tip into his mouth, cleaning him. Percy made his way to the places where semen had spurted and licked off all the sticky, thick juices from his lover's body.

"Mmmm..." Asher rolled them over once more, and kissed Percy, pouring his heart into it. He turned Percy over and ran his fingers gently across his back, Percy shivered. Asher kissed the silvery scars along the younger boys back, and slowly, but surely went even lower. Percy sat up, and leaned back into Asher's arms, and they shared another kiss before he bent over on his hands and knees.

Asher spread the globes in front of him, and dabbed at Percy's entrance with his tongue, teasing him. He licked the entrance fully, and Percy moaned as Asher set to work on preparing him. Asher slid a finger into Percy. Percy moaned softly, as Asher pushed his finger in and out, and his breathing picked up soon after. Asher's single finger wasn't feeling large enough anymore. Asher added another finger, and Percy moaned again, this time, a little louder than before, but like the first, it became unsatisfying. He needed something b-

Percy gasped as Asher slipped a third finger into him, and moaned loudly. Asher smiled and pushed his fingers in hard and fast, causing the boy under him to cry out, and grip the silky sheets. He ran his other hand up and down Percy's thigh, and between his legs. He made a fist around Percy's pulsating hardness, and pumped and stroked until he felt warm, thick liquid run through his fingers. He smiled again, and watched his lover quiver under him. Percy was close. He stopped his ministrations, and Percy gave a huff of irritation. Asher chuckled softly, and faster than Arion, thrust his cock forward into the awaiting tightness of Percy's entrance.

"AH! Ooooohhhh...GODS Ash!" Percy half yelled out, and moaned. He threw his head back and nearly screamed in pleasure, letting the heavenly feelings Asher was creating for him take over.

The older teen smiled as his love made cute little sounds underneath him with every thrust. Asher's eyes were screwing closed with his own ecstasy. He grabbed Percy's hips, and drove in deeper, moaning and gasping loudly himself. He leant down to stroke Percy's face with one hand, and peppered his neck and back with soft kisses. Percy moaned appreciatively, it was almost a purr. He grabbed Asher's hand that was stroking his face, still slick with semen, and took a finger into his mouth, licking the sticky liquid off. It wasn't much, but it was erotic, and the feel of Percy's soft, moist tongue on his skin drove Asher wild.

Percy was on cloud nine. No, he was on cloud 10...11...he moaned loudly as Asher's hard member moved inside of him...rubbing against his prostate. "Mmmmmm..." He sucked on another one of Asher's fingers, tasting himself. Gods above he was big...

He knew he was about to come when he felt his prick jump. His lightly toned stomach started to spasm. His arms and legs shook. His entire body quivered with pleasure. "Ash...I'm gonna...I'm gonna ..." Percy seen dark spots behind his eyes.

Asher smiled impishly. "Come?" Percy's body wracked, but Asher held off his lovers high, torturing him. "Are you gonna come for me sweetheart?" he purred, and nipped at Percy's neck. Percy's body spasmed again, and he whimpered.

"Ash, please!" Percy begged. The need to release was becoming overwhelming. He was starting to lose all coherent thought. The pleasure was becoming too much.

"I need to-" Percy cut off as Asher gave a hard thrust directly to his prostate.

"Come." Asher said, and it was more a command. Percy screamed and withered under him, bucking wildly into Asher's hand at the word, letting his orgasm take over him.

"Asher! Oh, GODS Ash...oh my gods..." He collapsed onto the bed, still shaking and thrashing. Asher kept his orgasm going, letting Percy drown in waves of blinding pleasure. A minute or two later, after Asher nearly gave himself another orgasm just looking at Percy, he released him, and Percy stopped thrashing, and lie panting raggedly on the bed.

Asher smiled, and lied down next to his love. He looked at Percy, and stroked his cheek again, his flawless face. As a son of Eros, Asher had slight control over sexual desires, and he had simply held off Percy's orgasm for a little longer, made the feeling of being on the edge last a little longer for him. He was bad to do that, he smirked. He knew he shouldn't have, but he couldn't resist. He also made the orgasm ten times stronger than any normal one. Percy could also do this, but he did things his own way.

Asher would pay for that. He smirked wider. Percy would get back at him for that.

He couldn't wait.

Percy was just so cute, and he wanted him to feel good. Asher wanted to feel good for making Percy feel good. He would be losing him the next morning...and it wasn't something he looked forward to. He wanted to make this night rememberable.

Percy lifted his head and glared at the smirking teen next to him. "I hate you."

Asher laughed and smiled at Percy, pulling him close, and wrapping his arms around him. "You know you loved it." He grinned.

"Did not!" Percy said playfully, but in all honesty he couldn't be happier.

"Your mouth says no, but..." Asher looked down, and Percy blushed. He kissed Percy's cheek, feeling the growing warmth there.

"I love you." Percy said, and his cheeks turned a little redder, but his sea green eyes were sure and steady as they looked into Asher's warm brown ones. Orbs of strong crashing tides, and mighty, towering oak trees met gazes, and Asher's smile became soft. He kissed Percy on the lips lightly, and the love between the two was obvious. It would have been obvious to anyone looking if they hadn't been in the position they were in.

"I love you too."

They made love several times that night, switching positions, and shouting out curses and each other's names into the fields of the Underworld.

The Next Morning...

"Are you sure you have everything?" Persephone asked for the ninth time, and Percy laughed.

"I'm sure, and I've looked over everything..." He saw his iPod on his bed, and smiled sheepishly as Persephone arched an elegant eyebrow at him.

"Really?"

He grinned and went to grab it. He slid it into the pocket of his dark jeans and held out his hands. "See? I'm all finished!"

"Really?" Persephone repeated and headed for his suitcase.

"Persephone, you don't have to-omph!" Persephone pushed him out of her way and Percy fell onto his bed. He scowled as she went through his backpack. His suitcases would arrive the moment he arrived, or so Hades had said with a grin that could shame the Cheshire cat.

"Sunscreen?" Persephone asked with a triumphant look on her face as she tucked a bottle of the stuff inside one of the many pockets of his bag.

"Uummm, why would I need sunscreen?" He asked, but smiled a little. It was sweet of her to be concerned.

"For protection against the son, silly." She scowled. "The sun is never kind to those who come from the land down under."

"Australia?" He asked, smiling, and she laughed.

"Just get everything in your bags Perseus." She started out of the room, but turned back. "Be careful on the way Percy," Persephone said with a slight frown "I don't want you running into trouble on your way to your first summer at camp."

"It'll be okay," Percy grin "I know how to take care of myself." She nodded, with a spark of pride in her eyes.

"I know you can. You've proven that every day since you arrived." She walked back over to where Percy was standing, smoothed his hair, the color of midnight, and subconsciously smiled. "You know, even if you're not Hades' son biologically, it's amazing how much you two are alike in appearances. It's even more amazing how much you're…like him. If you told someone you were the son of Hades, no one would question that you are. "Her eyebrows drew together.

"You have the same black hair, same pale skin." She smiled then. "You even have some of the same facial structures. You have his nose…his shape of eyes, and jaw line."

She gave Percy a small grin. "You have the same dark sense of humor, the same laugh. You like the same things, share the same favorite foods and colors…you're both strong, and sweet and silly and gloomy all at the same time. You have wisdom, love, kindness and courage in your hearts." She smiled.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say that all these years you guys are pulling a fast one on me, and it'll turn out you really are Hades' son by flesh and blood." She touched his face.

"But Poseidon owns your eyes." Persephone said quietly, and she hadn't noticed before, but there were other colors too, specks of ocean blue and light grey, like the seas. Percy smiled, a fait twitch at the corner of his mouth, then it was gone.

"Persephone, I feel sad…" Percy said, and frowned.

"About what lovely?" She asked as she plucked a black tooth comb, from his bag and started to smooth it down forward.

"My dad..." he looked at her in the mirror as she moved into the bathroom. "My other dad," he added. "Poseidon. You know, I've always known he was my biological father….but I wasn't really interested all to much, I mean I've got enough people claiming to be my parents as it is!" He grinned and Persephone laughed.

"That's only because we love you Percy." She smiled and so did Percy.

"I know that…and I love you all too, but back then I really didn't think Poseidon wanted anything to do with me either. I love the sea, and I feel at home there, but the sea is all we have in common. And, sometimes I still feel a tinge of guilt for hanging out with the god that left my mom in the hands of Smelly Gabe Ugliano. She was killed because of that! Because he left!" His frown deepened.

"But there's no denying that he loved her…that he still does….it's all so confusing….."

"Gods have to leave their children eventually Perseus, it would have violated some of the most absolute laws." Persephone put her hands on her step sons shoulders. Percy's eyes were glossy with sadness.

"Hades didn't leave me." He said quietly, and felt Persephone wrap her arms around him comfortingly, and he did take comfort in it. He turned and hugged her back. The warmth of her body, and the smell of flowers was reassuring. He knew, even though he wasn't as close to Persephone as he was to Sally or Hecate, she still loved him, and she wouldn't leave him either.

Persephone held Percy close, trying to soothe him of his sorrows. "Poseidon loves you Percy, though, dare I say it, no one can love you more than Hades and Sally…no perhaps Hecate and myself…but my point is that, your biological father does love you….." She sighed. She wasn't making things much better for the boy that was clinging to her waist for comfort. She felt her own eyes prickle with the threat of tears.

"We love you Percy. Hades loves you, Sally loves you, Hecate loves you, Asher loves you, Demeter loves you, Eros loves you, Laelaps and Andromeda love you…I love you as well. I don't think there has been a demigod loved and admired in several centuries." She felt a tear run down her cheek, and hit the shirt clothing Percy's arm.

Percy smiled, and looked at her. He didn't need to look up at her anymore. If anything, in a few months she would be looking up at his six foot two inch frame. He wiped the tears from her face, and hugged her again.

"Thank you Persephone. For everything." That's how Hades found the pair: holding each other tight, smiling gently in the dim light of Percy's room.

An Hour Later….

Percy and Asher sat holding hands under the deck of Charon's Ferry as they sailed across the Styx. It was filled with hundreds of Gold and Silver Drachma's and Percy knew there had to have been an enchantment on the boat to make it float. They could have, of course, just had Hades teleport them to the entrance, or some other form of godly travel, but they wanted more time together.

Nothing was really decided. They hadn't decided if they were going to keep up the relationship, or split for the moment. Both seemed impossible at the moment. When you loved someone like they did each other, it was impossible to 'just stay friends'. This bond between them was supposed to be a blessing… it felt so far from a blessing it was almost a curse to the couple.

"You promise to IM don't you?" Asher asked as his heartbeat picked up a notch.

"Of course I will, everyday." Percy reassured, and squeezed Asher's hand.

Asher let out a breath, and let himself fall back against Percy's chest. Percy massaged his shoulders and the older of the two stretched his legs and arms out in front of him.

"You promise not to get killed?" He asked and closed his eyes.

"Only if you promise me the same." Percy said and Asher smiled a little.

"Okay." He held onto Percy's black jean clad legs on either side of him, and smiled contently. "You promise to stay out of trouble?" he scooted away a little, and tilted his head back until he saw Percy's face upside down. A mischievous glint flashed in his eyes.

"Not in this lifetime." Percy replied and lent down, capturing Asher's lips with his own. Their lips moved in perfect synch with each others, and Asher moaned appreciatively as Percy's lips traveled farther down, to his neck. He sent gentle waves of pleasure to his lover with his mind, a trick he picked up from Eros, and evidently making the process more enjoyable.

Percy made quick work of the 'love bite' and sucked and nibbled until the skin there turned a blackish purple. All the while Asher gasped softly and bucked upward, arching his back. He mumbled incoherent words as Percy reached down and rubbed the bulge in his jeans. Percy slowly intensified the waves of ecstasy radiating from his mind, and applied more pressure to the hard member under his hand, all the while suckling on the skin of his loves neck. He slipped his hand inside Asher's jeans, and rubbed and pumped him gently. Thirty seconds later Asher came with a shuddering cry and a series of frantic bucks upward.

Percy felt Asher's warm spunk coat his hand and smiled, pulling his mouth away from the abused skin. Asher looked up at Percy, and he could see the lust in his eyes as well as love, and he was reminded of his and Persephone's talk earlier. He smiled.

They had about a half hour left until they reached the end of the Styx, (as said before they were taking the insanely long way) and the pair silently decided to sleep for a while on the way. They shared a fiery kiss before settling down atop the huge pile of Gold and Silver Drachma's, surprisingly comfortable, and fell asleep.

Four Hours After…

Percy skidded down a steep hill, and threw his backpack off to the side. He sat on a fallen tree trunk, and sighed, stretching his muscles and breathing deeply. He pulled a bottle of water from his bag, and drank until his throat stopped burning.

He was probably a mile and a half away from Camp Half-Blood, and he was stopping to rest. He had walked from the entrance in central Park Manhattan, a good fifteen miles away from where he was now. He could have paid for a taxi or bus to travel on, but he liked walking better, and it was more fun. He met a few horses on the way, grazing in the tall grasses and caught a ride with a tan one named Mohawk.

He didn't know exactly where he would stay when he got to the camp. He knew it had eleven cabins, for the eleven Olympians. He scowled. Apparently his father didn't count as anything in this camp. He was still sore over the fact that Hades was shunned and hated by the better part of gods, demigods, magical creatures, and he like.

He knew they had special cases, and it was run by Chiron, the wisest of the centaurs and teacher of many great hero's, and Dionysus, god of wine and ecstasy.

He smiled slightly, picked up his empty bottle of water, and started walking again. Within twenty minutes, he had reached a big oak tree a little off the side of the road. In the distance, he seen a big red farmhouse, and grimaced. He started forward.

He could see clearer as he approached the farmhouse. It widened, and rose, and changed in color. It was four stories tall, with an attic, and wraparound porch. It was sky blue, and elegant in design. As he walked around to the other side, he saw someone peek out from behind the curtains of the attic's window. This, he didn't take notice of though, as he dodged a kick in the head by a flying basketball shoe. A boy with slightly curly dark hair, and brown eyes chased after them. He knocked Percy over in his haste, and started to apologize, but was distracted by the pair of shoes getting farther away.

Percy leapt up and bolted across the green grass. He caught one of the flying shoes in mid air, and walked back over the panting brunet. He smiled, and gave the shoe to the boy.

"The other one isn't going anywhere without that one." Percy said, and the shorter boy laughed lightly.

"Oh?" he asked, standing upright. "Oh well, it was rogue." He grinned. "I'm Travis by the way. Travis Stoll, Counselor of the Hermes cabin." He stuck out his hand, and Percy took it, smiling.

"Hermes huh? I thought I recognized you from somewhere. I'm Percy Jackson. I'm...new here." He said, and received a weird look for the Hermes comment, but friendly smile afterwards.

"Cool. I didn't think I knew you from anywhere. Maybe you're my half brother, I wouldn't be surprised. Hermes got it going on." He smiled an impish grin, and Percy laughed.

"I don't belong to Hermes Travis." Percy smiled, and went on before Travis could ask any questions. "But I'm not exactly ready to tell anyone yet…" he trailed off, and gave an apologetic look. Travis chewed his lip for a second, then smiled slightly and clapped Percy on the shoulder.

"It's cool….Uh, I kinda have to get the other shoe, and get it back to one of my brothers." He blushed slightly.

"Okay then." Percy smiled. "See to you later then."

"Bye Percy." He ran off to catch his other flying shoe. Percy smiled offhandedly and shook his head as he rounded the next corner of the gigantic house.

He came upon a….poker game? He recoiled, stumbled, and almost stepped off the porch. Poker was what Smelly Gabe would always play with his buddies, and Percy had hated it from then on.

"Are you alright my boy?" asked a rough but gentle voice, and Percy looked up. There was an old man, with a ragged beard and grey-brown hair in a wheel chair. He walked forward slowly, trying to keep the disgust off of his face, and attempting to smile.

"Chiron." He said, and held out his hand. His father had told him how he sometimes traveled to schools in order to keep track of certain demigods. When he did, he usually used a magical 'wheel chair' to compact his lower half. The old centaur looked startled.

"Hello. May I ask your name?" He asked politely, and Percy smiled, and relaxed when he saw it was pinochle. He had played it a lot as a child.

"My name is Percy Jackson sir-sirs." He looked at Dionysus. "Hello again Lord." He said. He looked and seen Chiron looking over him in curiosity now.

"Percy Jackson." Said the God of Wine, and he sighed as he saw he was going to lose in the game. He looked up. "We meet again."

Percy nodded, unsure of what to say, and Chiron looked over him once more, before turning to Dionysus. "You've met?"

"This surprises you?" The wine god retorted and started to set up for another game.

"Well, I can't imagine why." Chiron's eyebrows drew together. "You are indeed Poseidon's son?" he asked Percy, who nodded and sat as Dionysus gestured to one of the open seats.

"Good, good. I was informed of this a few weeks ago, as I was attending Yancy Academy. Though, they said there may be some complications with the cabins and other campers." He looked t Percy with a calculating gleam. "But you don't seem like the one to go around, causing trouble for fun." He said, and Percy laughed.

"No, I'm sure that's not what they meant." He said and lied down his winning hand. Dionysus grumbled "Bah!" and headed into the enormous house.

"Concerning the cabins? You would be in Cabin 12, Poseidon's cabin if you are his son, yes?" he was clearly, still confused. Percy looked around, to make sure no one was in hearing distance, and spoke in a low tone to the old centaur.

"I think what they meant by that is…I am Poseidon's son. But he left immediately after my birth, like any other god. The thing is, after my mother was murdered another god took me under his wing, and claimed me as his own." He said, and Chiron looked stunned if not a little sad.

"I'm sorry about your mother, Percy…but what did you mean another god took you in?" he stuttered a little at first, evidently not believing what he was hearing, but having to. Any fool could see it was the truth Percy was speaking.

"Before I came here, I usually visited earth maybe two times a month for the past nine years. My dad didn't want me to be out in the open, and out of his kingdom…out of his range of protection. He and a few others have taken care of me." Percy smiled, and rubbed the onyx skull ring his father had given him before he left.

"You've been living in Olympus for the past nine year?" Chiron was startled. "Why would the campers have any problems with a demigod fresh out of Olympus? There's no reason-"

"Who said I came from Olympus?" Percy asked, and smiled. He leant forward, and spoke softly "As for the trouble with the other campers," he looked around once more and leant even closer towards his soon-to-be teacher. The son of Hades had a slight angry glint in his eyes, as well as smug.

"I don't think the others would like the idea of a child of Hades hanging around too much." He said, and Chiron's mouth fell open. Dionysus chose to return that moment and plopped down in his chair with a grunt, a diet coke, and a magazine.

"A...my dear boy….." Chiron put a hand to his chest in shock. "A child of Hades?" He made the ancient Greek gesture for warding off evil, and Percy had to stop himself from sneering. This is why he didn't exactly want to come in the first place. He would be an outcast, and that part he actually didn't mind…he had never got along with the living as well as he did with the dead.

The part he did mind was that he would only be an outcast because his father was the Warden of the Dead. He didn't have anything against the Olympians…except that they shunned his dad for what he represented. It was…cruel in a way. Percy held his tongue.

So, he tried to explain to Chiron what his life had been like, how Hades was in fact not evil and heartless, (at least not entirely) and the opportunities he had gotten by Hades 'adopting' him, and living in the Underworld. He also explained the situation with Poseidon as best as he could without going into too much detail.

"Well," Chiron sat back in his chair clumsily, and almost hurdled himself down the steps behind him. "This changed things…the Olympians must be informed at once…." I sounded like he was still trying to get a grasp on the information he'd just received.

"Seven years ago, the Olympians decided on my parentage and time of arrival at this camp," Percy said. "One thing I've learned is to never underestimate any god….and I'm sure after all the trouble we gave them, they wouldn't have just forgotten it. In fact, Lord Dionysus was present to the meeting as well." He turned and grinned slightly at the God of Wine, who only scowled back."He voted for me to stay with my father."

"Mmm…I chose well, I see, at least you have some respect and sense of culture unlike some of the other brats I'm forced to babysit." He grumbled things like 'dreadful camp' and 'a hundred years…' and 'slashing prices' as he skimmed through a page of his magazine.

"Well," Chiron said for the second time, and stretched his arms out in front of him. "You will stay in the Hermes Cabin until further discussion. Now, I think a tour is in order." He smiled and rose from his wheelchair, revealing the body of a white stallion. Percy smiled back, though not hugely, and let the activities instructor lead him through the camp.

As they were passing the climbing wall, scorching and lit bright by lava, a girl a few years younger than Percy came jogging up to them.

"Chiron, I have the new blueprints for the storage sheds." She said, and held out a graphy-mathy-detaily sketch and mapping of a boat house net to a dock that gave Percy a headache. He opted to look along the forests instead.

"So soon?" Chiron asked, as he politely took the papers, and looked over them. "It was only yesterday that Charles' exploding arrow shot the gas tanks." Percy had to hold back a grin.

"Nyssa helped, she's brilliant with these things." The unknown girl said, and Chiron cleared his throat. "Annabeth my dear…I'm in the middle of giving a new camper a tour. Perhaps we can discuss this later?" he asked, and Percy felt a soft nudge on his shoulder.

"Yes?" he asked looking through the trees. It occurred to him that he should probably greet the girl, and he grimaced before looking her way. When he got a good look at her, he stopped dead in his tracks (no pun intended) and stared at the girl for a few moments.

Her hair curly and blonde, her skin slightly tanned. By the intelligent, calculating look in her eyes, and her proud poture, Percy knew she could only be a child of a certain wisdom goddess, not to mention her stormy grey eyes. Athena had to be her mother..he was sure of it.

But what as unsettling was that Percy knew the girl. He had seen her in a dream four years ago, when he was eleven. She had been about eight then…she looked about twelve now. He scowled, clear to anyone looking that he was frustrated with something.

"Hello?" said the girl. Annabeth. Percy smiled slightly, and extended his hand towards her.

"Hey…sorry about that. I'm Percy Jackson." She took his hand, and smiled back, evidently a little more comfortable now that he wasn't staring at her like she was a monster carcass.

"Annabeth Chase, Daughter of Athena." Percy grinned, and released her hand.

"I knew it." He said proud of his recognition skills, and she arched and eyebrow and chuckled softly.

"Excuse me?" Percy gave a slightly apologetic look.

"Sorry again…you look like your mother. It would be hard to believe if you were a child of anyone else."Per cy smiled, and Annabeth's eyes widened.

"You've met my mother? I've only met her a handful of times myself!" she said, stunned, and Percy laughed lightly.

"I've only met her twice…" Percy said distracted as he looked towards the forest. There were dryads wandering about, and a few satyrs. A small nymph who looked about thirteen years old waved at him from beside her tree. Percy smiled and waved back before turning back to the conversation at hand, but it was too late for that. The little girl, Annabeth was gone. He looked around and seen her running towards what he thought were the forges. He sighed, and turned to Chiron.

"So where are the ca-ooph!" he was knocked to the ground by something hard and heavy. He groaned a little, and coughed at the dirt around him. He rubbed his eyes with the hand that wasn't held painfully under a crushing weight.

"Sorry." He heard an embarrassed masculine voice say and he could hear people laughing around him. He coughed a few more times and sat up as the weight was lifted off of him.

"S'okay." Percy said thickly and was pulled to his feet by a warm hand. He looked up and saw a boy…no… guy that was too old to be called a boy, and too young to be called a man. He had sandy blonde hair, dark blue eyes, and only slightly tanned skin. He was wearing an orange Camp Half-Blood shirt and jean cutoffs with mountain climbing shoes. He was about two inches taller than Percy, and slightly more built, though he doubted that would make a difference I anything. He laughed at his own thought, then at himself for being knocked over.

"Really, sorry about that." He said, blushing slightly, and Percy heard the same voice that had apologized before. The guy smiled sheepishly ad held out a hand in front of him.

"I'm Luke by the way. Luke Castellan, Son of Hermes." He said nervously, obviously still embarrassed. Percy smiled and took his hand, shaking it reassuringly.

"I'm Percy Jackson….as of right now, I'm undetermined."

AN: So, this was my first lemon, I don't know, but I thought it was good, lol. And sorry about the short part with Luke…I didn't want to make the chapter TOO long ^-^

Sorry about the fact that this story is slash…I've gotten some complaints, but I understand. The plot for this story would be ass-kicking without the slash too, but that's what it is, so sorry. Really, sorry, I hate disappointing people.

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