Warning: Story includes BoyxBoy, swearing, mentions of abuse, male pregnancy, scenes of intercourse and extreme violence . Thank you to every one of you which favourites and follows this story. I hope you all enjoy this chapter.

How many times had Percy been in this situation now? He was getting sick of plummeting towards his death from the sky. Though he was pretty much sure that for some people like Ares and other gods who had a little grudge going against him, watching him shout out as he was dropped like a rock... he assumed that it was pretty funny for them. But right now, that wasn't what was important.

Connor's body had vanished somewhere and been lost in the descent and now Percy kept his arms locked around the who he kept close to his chest as he whispered softly in his ear. He could feel Wolfram's heart beating violently fast through his shirt. His silver eyes were drained with misery and sorry. Some where between the fall, they had stopped unleashing tears and now the boy just kept his broken and half closed eyes locked on Percy's chest. He didn't do much other than breath lightly. I've never seen someone with eyes like that. Percy thought. It was like in an anime show or something, the boy's eyes were just like glass. No life or any sense of soul seemed to withstand anything. His spikes and short locks had just raised as they were in this continued free fall. His shirt whipped against his skin as it was splashed with faint traces of blood.

When Wolfram had just tried to touch the boy's skin, it had torn open like dry paper. Small splatters of blood had flashed out and whipped his hand and clothes. It certainly didn't help him at all. It helped with nothing... but Percy still couldn't help but look at how beautiful the boy kind of was. Wolfram's eyes although they were broken right now, really did resemble two full moons on a winter night. Liquid silver. Percy thought as he wanted to reach out and just run his hands through the boy's hair. But right now. Holding the boy close. Feeling his inner tide slowly rolling around and crashing gently, like this boy was the shore. That was enough for Percy. Making sure Wolfram was okay. That's all that seemed to dominate his head. "Just hold me tight and close your eyes." He said as finally they tilted so they were going down head first. "We're going to be okay." He said as softly as he could.

For a moment he thought that the roar of the wind cancelled out his voice.

"Connor is dead... Nothing is going to be okay." Wolfram croaked as he pushed his head deeper into Percy's chest, waiting for his own death to come to them.

But when falling towards the ocean with the son of the sea god. He guessed that drowning in the ocean wasn't going to be how he died.

His heart breaking. Right now, that pretty much seemed assured to how he was going to die.

Even as the column of water rushed up and wrapped around them. The icy cold plunging and stabbing through his bones, Wolfram still felt as though he was sinking into the depths. He wanted to sink further, to die as he drowned and lost consciousness. Wanted the crushing depths to kill him quickly. He wanted to be lost in the darkness forever till there was nothing of him left. "Hey." Percy's voice echoed all around him through the water as he kicked the way to the surface dragging the son of Artemis with him.
"Why are you helping me!" Wolfram snarled and tried pushing him away but Percy just held him closer as he turned Wolfram on the side and both of them held each other's gaze in a full lock. "Why can't you just let me die and go! Let me just sink and be forgotten! I have nothing without Connor! He was my only friend! My lover! My everything! We had so many plans! We were going to move into the countryside! Have our own god damn home! A cottage. Away from the demigods, away from the monsters. Away from everything!" His silver eyes began to burst with tears once more. The sky was becoming a marred grey as the sunlight seemed to drain from world. "I'm not letting him go alone! What am I going to do without him around!"
"Look at all the support you have around you okay." Percy whispered softly. "A wise person once told me that."
"He sounds like a moron." Wolfram growled as his arms became limp in the water. His gaze falling dead, no focus. The worst thing right now that could happen to him would be if the boy got hypothermia.
"Well he is." Percy smirked. "But right now, his new friend is going to make sure he's al'right... now come here you idiot." He wrapped his arms around the boy's waist and closed his eyes as Wolfram rested his head on his chest and Percy become the first ever demigod boat.

He didn't want to go directly back to the others just yet... but by the looks of it they were about to have their own problems.

He watched the ship come plummeting out the sky in a slowly changing nose dive before it crashed directly through the water. "For Hades sake!" He thought as he closed his eyes and willed the water, with the blessing of his father to help the boat correct itself out fast and direct back towards the surface. Though something felt different when he used his ability. It felt stronger than before. Like all of a sudden, he could will the very ocean under his every wish and control. It was like all of a sudden he had been injected with a double shot of coffee, nectar and a burst of energy. "What the Hades?" He wondered as he looked down at his own hands. The power seemed there but just bellow his skin, like a ripple. "Why am I feeling like this-"

But it clicked when he looked at Wolfram.

The moon and the ocean. The tide. With both of them together, they were like some super powered duo. "What would they do without me?" He teased to try and get a response out of the boy, but looked down towards Wolfram who still was saying nothing.
"Well... what are you going to do?" Wolfram's eyes came into focus slightly as the darkness behind them seemed to be washing like a tide. "You know, the moment that you get us back on that ship, I'm going to go running."
"Well then. How about we have a little time and a bit of privacy."
"Wait. What? Hey-"

Both fell silent as Percy willed himself to descend through the water with a bubble of air wrapped around Wolfram's head. The darkness of the depths seemed to become absolute as they fell faster and faster. The light of the above world was sunk and gone as they finally came to a rest on a canyon depth. If they would have gone any further, Wolfram would have been fried by the heat of the water. For a moment Percy fumbled around for his sword before he pushed for a smile and said. "Here, you probably need a bit of light-"

He watched that even in the darkness the silver of the boy's eyes began to illuminate the the darkness. "This is my kingdom come. This is my kingdom come." Wolfram whispered in a soft tune and let the silver light explode off his body. His blond hair exploded with life and light sending out a reverberating beat through the water as every inch of darkness was blasted away. The light seemed to move in a glow and cloak of his body. Like a shell over his body as he seemed to become almost completely silver. "You glow... like a star." Percy stared directly into the light and felt his own dread and fear of everything going on around him, slowly slipping away. As though the light set into his bones with a cool and great beauty.
"Like the moon." Wolfram stated.
"You have to sing to make it work? Not that I have anything against Imagine Dragons."

Wolfram glared at him for a moment as he sat and pulled his knees close to his chest. Bubbles kept moving down from the surface and joining with the dome around his head as Percy kept feeding him oxygen. The boy in the light looked even more worse for wear than Percy had originally had thought. His shirt was torn. His body looked weak and tired as though changing from a beast to human form had taken much more than it had first appeared to. But it was true that Wolfram looked incredibly beautiful. Sitting here, shinning like the night sky of stars and moons. Every inch of him glowing with a pure and silver light. The way his blonde hair flowed with the water... it made Percy's chest turn tightly and make him incredibly nervous. Even looking broken.

Wolfram looked beautiful.

For a moment Percy just sat there, crossed leg. Watching how the boy in front of him looked like he was about to be sick. Like he was going to churn up his entire stomach or weep till every drop of water in his body was gone. "It was a trick Connor taught me." He finally said quietly. Percy knew that the only way the boy was truly going to move on was he had to talk about the pain. Percy had lost enough people now to learn that fact the hard way. "In a dream, me and Connor would train, talk... anything. We began to explore my abilities... that was assuming that I had any. Yeah, I was good at hunting... great skill with an arrow. I could find my way through any wild forest or area with absolute certainty. It's normally why I avoid big cities. They disorientate me... but when I was learning about my true abilities... I could never generate the light. I knew I could... but I never could actually make it happen." The boy paused as a slight smile pressed onto his weary face. "That day in the dream. Connor brought in an old record player. Like something you would see in the jazz era or something."
"A record player?" Percy stared. "A record player?" He repeated again with a raised eyebrow.
"Anyway." Wolfram snarled and Percy quickly backed off. "He made a record of Demons by Imagine Dragons. He thought maybe I should try working to a musical beat or something. I timed myself and listened to the beat of the song. Anyway, it was the first time that I used my powers... I was so happy that I just kissed him." Wolfram paused slightly as tears splashed through the bubble and sank into the water, though this time they were still able to be seen as they glinted with the full brilliance of the moon.

It wasn't until they hit the rocky floor beneath them, they lost their life and light.

"Hold onto that memory." Percy whispered as softly as he could. He reached out his hand and took Wolfram's in his own. "Hold onto those good memories. Hold onto everything like that. Hold onto every bit of emotion about him that you can. Because you can't focus on his death. You have to make your peace with him moving on."
"Those gods will have dragged him down to Tartarus." Wolfram shook his head. "You want me to make peace that he's suffering-"
"Do you really think that Nico would have let that happen?" Percy stared at him, slightly unsure.
"I've barely known you a week!"
"Yet you know me better than I know myself." Percy whispered and turned his head away. "I want to do something really selfish. I'm going to feel so guilty. But I don't want to hurt you."

Wolfram stared at him for a moment with wide eyes. "No way." Disbelief filled him. "You've got to be kidding me..." He turned his head away and looked at the ground. For a moment, his light flickered as though a sudden though had come and washed through him. Among the silver, for a moment a glimmer of gold seemed to flash deeply within his eyes. As though something else was kindling him. "Kiss me." He stated within a brief second.
"What?"
"Perseus Jackson." Wolfram moved onto his knees as the air bubble around his head popped and vanished, leaving just the boy breathing in light as though it was the only thing which could sustain him. His face seemed to clear for a moment. His chest kindle with the smallest light of gold... just over his heart. Eros. He thought but was pulled out his thoughts as Wolfram looked pointedly in his eyes. "Perseus Jackson. Kiss me." He stated and felt the sea prince close in as their mouths locked.

Both boys moved closer together and Percy closed his eyes as Wolfram let out a blinding light. But it wasn't just him. He could feel something else coming from his own chest. Like two arrows had now collided at their shafts and both boys were entranced to each other... but after all.

The moon and the tide always did tend to follow each other.

-Break-

A make out session and a hour or so later. Percy found himself back on the deck of the Argo two. Sitting against the railing with a towel around his bare torso while Wolfram was pressed up close to him. "I should be grieving. I should be crying." He slowly turned his head towards Percy and looked at the dank and dark locks of hair as he rubbed them with his towel.
"That would be Cupid...or Eros, or who ever you want to call him." Percy shrugged. "His arrows can be quite powerful." He closed his eyes and pulled the smaller boy closer. "Love forged from pain... I always thought that I was coming on this quest to try and save Sirena. To be with him... but I think I just found out the true reason for me coming on this quest at all." He smiled that pearly smile and Wolfram looked off into the distant sea.
"I still feel it though." His voice was quieter than a breeze in the night. His wet locks, whipped back in the cold blast of the wind. "The pain of losing Connor. The guilt of kissing you."
"Do you think that Connor would have wanted you to stay all alone? He might have been a lot of things... but selfish and uncaring for you. Those were never." Percy pushed for a smile as the boy looked up at him with those liquid moonlight eyes. "I promise, here. Now and forever, on the river Styx." Thunder boomed overhead. "I will love you, now and forever. I will care for you with all of my heart."

A minute paused between them. They stared into each others eyes deeply.

Both knew it was insanity what they were doing. But Eros' arrows had pierced their hearts through and through. They were locked. An oath and promise which would be kept.

"In sickness and in health." Wolfram whispered as both kept their gazes locked. They dared not say anything other than what the courage and strength of the arrow gave them the ability to. Percy's eyes still widened slightly for a second before he smiled deeply.
"Now and forever." He nodded.
"Till death takes us whole." Wolfram smirked at the last bit. No... this was one of those romances that Aphrodite wouldn't allow to be broken apart. He thought. He knew now, that his heart, he was Percy's. The missing half to his whole.

This stupid, kelp brained sea prince... his sea prince. Was his other half.

"About time!" A voice exclaimed. "I never thought Eros would get around to doing it!"

Both glared as the sunlight seemed to roll onto the deck. The form of a teenage boy with the glistening blond hair in front of them, was one of the most not welcomed sight that they could have imagined. "Apollo." Wolfram's hair illuminated with the light. He glared so deeply into the god that his gaze could have been one of the most refined daggers ever crafted. The god sat down crossed leg, just like them, on their level. His black suit was freshly pressed and cleaned. His spiked hair was combed down and his tie was correctly placed along the collar of his white shirt. His light seemed to flicker. No where as neared fuelled as the anger which drove the cold of Wolfram's moonlight.
His anger also triggers it. Percy thought but did not mention it as he simply pulled the boy closer, protectively.
"I thought you ought to know. Connor-" Apollo paused for a moment as he too seemed to be struggling with the facts.
"Don't bullshit me." Wolfram snarled. "I may not be a lion any more, but I will still claw your freaking eyes out. You didn't care about Connor."
"I watched over Connor." The god seemed to glare for a moment. His golden eyes burning. A blistering light bellowing from him, the same way a frozen cold seemed to emit from Wolfram.
"And now he is faded." Wolfram glared.
"I guided him into Elysium."

That hung in the air for a moment.

"I guided him to my son and now both are reunited. Connor left one last thing for you." The god held out a letter. "But it is only to be opened after you make the decision."
"What decision!"
"I made a deal with Connor." The god adjusted his tie and slowly stood. "The deal was that if he opened the portal, and helped Nico, you would go free, no longer hindered by your curse. No longer chained by your heritage. And the gods would grant you one wish."
"A wish..."

The son of Artemis dead panned at his uncle. The god of the sun. The man ho looked out for the day and watched while everyone moved about in the safety of the light... he truly had no idea how many suffered under the reign of the night. "Everything Connor goes through, and you get him to give up his life, for a wish and that I could be free of a fur prison?"
"I should tell you something." Apollo's face became serious. "After you and Connor had your... little bit of fun."

Wolfram blushed at that, but was surprised Percy didn't do anything but just kept holding him in comfort. "After you had your fun... You both conceived a child."
"What." Percy stared wide eyed.
"WHAT?!" Wolfram's mouth dropped open.
"Deep down, I think Connor knew what that wish would be used for... you can bring the child back. On this very rare occasion King Hades has allowed it, since the child's body was never fully developed he seemed to think that it didn't count as a living being... Although." Apollo held out his hands as a silver and purple light shined as it seemed to roam over itself. Spiking and dancing across his finger tips with joy and love. "He didn't seem to notice me taking this... strange. I guess this soul is going to be as secretive as it's parents."
"I-I can't." Wolfram stared at the soul as it seemed to try and dive towards him. "I- How could I? I can't but... Oh by Styx I want to. I want to so bad! But how could I bring up..." He looked at the soul as his body wanted to do nothing more than to reach out and bring it into himself. That was his child... this was the story of his life. "But how could Connor have been pregnant! It's not as though-"
"You. Really? Of all people you're questioning the process of birth?"
"He's got a point." Percy whispered but paused when he saw how truly scared the boy looked. Wolfram looked like a desperate wolf trying to protect his cubs. But Percy knew what he was thinking. He didn't know what to do. He had no home. No camp to protect him... but that didn't matter. Because Wolfram had something that no one else did.

He had Percy.

"It's okay." The sea prince whispered softly and stared down at the boy. "I just made an oath by the Styx, I'm going to stand by you. No matter what. When we get back to camp, we can date, marry, what ever you wish. But together or not... but I doubt that Eros is going to let us not be together now." He chuckled lightly as he ran a hand over his and Wolfram's heart where the arrow was likely to have hit them, from the god's bow. "It's okay. I will stand by you. What ever your choice turns out to be. Plus... It would probably be cute to have a small you running around the place." He teased as Wolfram just kept staring at him.
"Perseus Jackson." Wolfram shook his head in disbelief. "And here I thought... I didn't know you." He took a nervous smile as he seemed to tremble. He turned back to Apollo who was waiting upon the words.
"Do it."
"As you wish."

The light lunged from Apollo's palms and seemed to rush through the air wildly as though it was a lose firework. It's power and essence running wildly happy as finally it exploded into a bright shower of silver and purple. "Zeus once impregnated a woman by turning into a shower of gold." Apollo smiled as he watched the light filter through Wolfram's skin. "I'll be close by. Don't worry, I'll be around to help and make sure that it will be healthy." He slowly began to walk away. "Now I think I'm going to be needed for another cause."
"What are you on about-"
"APOLLO!" A voice screamed from bellow decks.
"Nico?" Wolfram frowned slightly. "How is that possible?"
"Time works differently in Tartarus... but I think-"
"APOLLO!" The scream pierced the morning.
"I think I need to help." He took off sprinting towards the lower cases of the deck.

Leaving Percy to hold Wolfram gently as he pressed a kiss to the boy's lips. "We have to see what happened... but I want you to rest."
"I've been pregnant barely a minute and already you're going to start coddling me?" Wolfram smirked.
"Oh shut up." Percy placed one more kiss down on the boy's lips. "Cabin. Mine. You. Rest... or at least tell Annabeth and Reyna so they can start planning the baby shower."
"NO!" Wolfram called after him as Percy began taking the steps two at a time. What the hell had happened to Nico?