AN: Sorry for the slightly longer delay than longer and also for the five people who left great reviews (even if one was simply the very beautiful 'e'). Also thanks for 150 000+ views on the fanfic! Thanks for the suggestion for the goddess of rainbows and that Leo one :). Valentina's quite a boring character but she gives an excuse for the boys to be in their pants lol. Hope you enjoy chapter 48:

Valentina's PoV

Even if I did want to keep them, I was fine with stealing pants. I left the cabin, taking a bag with me to store my stock. I slipped first into the nearest cabin: the Ares cabin after avoiding the variety of traps that were laid ready for me. I could have stolen all the pants from one drawer, but Percy had added just before I left that I should take a picture so that he 'knew they were from different guys'. I thought perhaps he might like the pictures. And so, I took with me a camera as well, the body of it tucked down my bra to stop it clunking on bed frames or, worse, striking anybody on the head.

The room was very dark and I hadn't brought a torch with me, so I used my hands to find the cold, steel bedframes that were lined up around the room like a giant metal cage. I just hoped my hands wouldn't find any of the swords or spears lining the wall. I was hoping for my hands to find wood, but I didn't mean the wood on the weapons!

I found the grey metal within a minute and got my bag ready for collection before rolling back the soft duvet that covered the camper beneath, there was little breeze that night so I hoped the cold wouldn't reach him. My hands found the smooth skin on his chest. I felt hair and they certainly weren't bosoms! My hands ventured down until they found the waistband of his pants – it was a hot night, I guessed most of the guys wouldn't bother with pyjamas – and, lifting his back up slightly, tugged down the fabric of the boxer shorts. I was careful, my hands only touched the skin that was necessary; I was experienced at this.

Once they were off and stuffed in the bag, my hand went back up the leg and I brushed the parts that had been covered only a while earlier. And then I remembered the photograph and had to pull the pants back onto his stolid form before taking the photograph. The flash didn't wake him, thank the gods. I tugged off the pants again; they were boxer shorts, brown in colour with little spears poking out (just like the little spear inside when he saw something he liked). I moved on.

The second bedframe I came to was half a metre away and he too was sleeping in his underwear. I took a photo and then pulled them down. They were tight and I found that I had to pull the waistband up before tugging it down; plain black briefs. Hmmm. I whipped out a post-it note and a biro from a pocket before scratching hurriedly on the paper and sticking it on his crotch. I'd seen skimpier underwear than that.

The note said 'I recommend blue boxer briefs – they'll look good on you. Check under your pillow x' (although it was scribbled so hastily that I doubt even Hermes would be able to read it). I tucked a pair of the pants matching the description on the yellow paper under the pillow.

Five minutes later and, in addition to the two pairs of pants I had already gained, I was tugging with me: a pair of red boxer shorts, a pair of rather skimpy white briefs with hearts on them, and a very, very hot, form-fitting yellow jockstrap with the slogan 'Love the frock, try the co-' – although the torch on the camera hadn't lit up the last two letters.

I had quickly escaped from the cabin because of the stirring I'd heard in the corner. The last thing I wanted was for someone to catch me taking the pants from some random boys. I fled into the next cabin to gather my goods, and indeed look at some.

Ten minutes afterwards and thirteen pairs of pants later, I entered another cabin and, as I had done all the times previously, groped around for the metal frames. After removing a pair of trunks easily, I moved on to my final target, who lay on the other side of the room, I thought.

I was quick, trained. I lifted the sheet, took a photograph of the camper, barely looking, and then removed the underwear: a g-string. Well, at least it's original. But then a pair of hands flapped blindly at me and scraped my shoulders and found, to my horror, the boy with the trunks, now entirely naked and obviously just having been woken from a particularly romantic dream, stood facing me, half asleep. I escaped as fast as I could, pushing him backwards as I fled so that he fell in a nude mess upon the bed.

Once returned, I stood in the middle of the room and faced Percy who sat expectantly. From my bag, I tipped the twenty pairs of pants from the cabins and then picked up the camera and pushed it into Percy's face, flicking through the twenty photographs. He raised his eyebrows once it was finished.

"You only got nineteen." He commented. That was strange! I'd definitely flicked through twenty photos, the screen was facing towards him, but I had definitely clicked the button twenty times! "That last one is a chick. You'll have to get one more."

"Yes, you'll have to get one more." Jason tutted, but winked at me and I suddenly had an idea.

"Yes…" I laughed nervously and Percy was snorting slightly at me not having noticed the very obvious difference. But then he wasn't snorting because, with one quick thrust, my hand moved upon his chest and pushed him over so he fell dazzled onto the floor and, like a tiger, I pounced and pulled off his top and bottoms, socks and shoes. His pants were neon pink, with little balloons dotted across, floating in the wind. The waistband, by contrast, was black with giant red block capitals proclaiming: 'PERCY' across the top. Jason held down his arms whilst I quickly took a photograph of the dazzled boy and tugged off his boxer shorts.

He was excited – having seen those fairly hot photos earlier – and Annabeth helped cover his decency, smirking slightly.

"Not those boxers…" Percy managed to say at last. "They're custom."

"I like them." I said.

"You have to give the boxers to me, don't forget!" he said.

I'd forgotten that part in my enjoyment, but Leo came to the rescue, pulling off his own trousers and briefs (covering up his coloured privates very carefully) which Jason snatched from him and pulled on to Percy so that he lay in Leo's pants, pointed upwards like a splinter cast off his body at a very upward angle. I took another photograph of him before pulling off his – Leo's – pants and putting them on the pile in the centre, and then chucking the pants Percy had donned not too long ago to Leo. Percy seemed to groan, his pink face (as neon as his custom pants) lolling to one side in absolute pain at watching his pants being put on Leo.

"They'll need a lot of washing." He muttered in horror. And then he shut his eyes as he watched his own boxer briefs droop around the front as the elastic couldn't contract enough to fit his slim waistline.

"Fuck." Leo muttered, tugging on his trousers and tightening his belt. I didn't mind the glimpse of inside my boyfriend's pants, however. Probably the only one in the room. No, wait, definitely the only one.

Depressed, I watched as Percy took the heap of underwear from the floor and stuffed it underneath his chair (goodness knows what he was going to do with them) before pulling on the first pair of pants he saw – the g-string, much to my amusement – and putting on the rest of his clothes.

"Hey…" Percy announced then. "In order for Jason to have plenty of time with the girls, lets finish for the night."

"And you're not going to say what Annabeth's going to be doing next." I suggested.

"Nah." He said, poking her. "I'm sure we'll be doing that dare tonight." And then he winked and the rest of the cabin, besides Annabeth, squirmed in disgust. Not only because Percy hadn't bothered to undo his flies and the g-string was very clearly visible beneath the trousers, and so was what was underneath.

Annabeth's PoV

I took Percy's hand a filed out of the cabin, Percy tugging with him twenty pairs of strangers' pants under his arm and left the cabin rather embarrassed. Then Percy dragged me behind the side – was this some kind of foreplay on the side of a cabin – or was he intending to watch Jason and Piper making out? Both were grotesque.

He pushed me behind him and waited for fifteen seconds until Leo passed. And then Percy swiftly pushed out his arm and pulled him towards him, placing his hand over his mouth and tackling him to the side.

Jason's PoV

The second the door slammed shut behind the rest of the group, I ripped off my t-shirt and Piper pulled down my jeans.

"Let's make up for earlier today." She said, grinning slightly and then kissed the front of my blue trunks. Her hands reached behind me and my hands fiddled with her hair.

Piper's Pov

But then there was a bang on the side of the cabin and, suddenly scared, Jason leaped back from me (his hands fortunately removing their grip from my hair, because if he had taken some out, he would have found his face having a very blunt meeting with my fist) and drew a sword from the wall. He then opened the door carefully and crept round the side. I followed.

And then there was a scene I never thought I would see, even in my dreams: Jason stood, in his blue trunks with a slight smudge of red on the front from my lipstick, holding a sword to the throat of Leo, who's pants (Percy's pants) were halfway down his thighs with Annabeth's hands guiding them down, and Percy was standing fully naked from the waist downwards, having removed and handed his g-string to Annabeth.

"Fuck me." Was all I managed. Jason fainted into my arms.

Percy's PoV

Once that facade had concluded and Jason and Piper were back in their cabin (Jason having regained consciousness) and Leo had gone along on his own, commando route, I stood in my own, custom pants with Annabeth standing in the g-string, her fingers trailing on my waistband.

"So, what's this dare, hey, seaweed brain?" she asked me, her hands moving down so that the rear part of my trunks was down to between my legs and she was slowly pulling the front down with it.

"To go all the way." I said, winking.

"Oh you didn't need a dare to do that."

And then she pulled down my trunks entirely and discarded them into a corner of the room before I helped step her out of the thongs. I pushed her onto the bed. Underneath it was the nineteen pairs of pants. I decided not to think of that.

Jason's PoV

I woke up the following morning laying the wrong way on my bed with Piper sprawled across me like a dead cow (her hair certainly looked that way) and I was totally naked. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her across my body so that she fell haphazardly to the side, facing the wall. I stroked her arm gently and then removed myself from her, pulling up the blue trunks that had been hurled against the wardrobe.

It wasn't too bad for me, though. Nineteen boys would be waking up this day completely in the nude despite being pretty sure that they had gone to bed with some form of covering on. Oh – and one girl. I walked to the dining pavilion, manoeuvring the blanket so that it covered Piper's slender form before I went.

Percy's PoV

By the time evening struck and we were gathered again, ready for a night of 'fun', I got ready to begin. Seeing as Annabeth had done her dare yesterday (and everyone wanted to know what had happened, turned out they hadn't watched through the window like pervs after all), it was Piper's turn next.

"So Percy – what horrors do you have in mind? Spent your whole day thinking, did you?" Piper asked.

"Only the worst for you." I smiled before announcing the dare. "I want you to teach a room of girls how to suck a co-"

"Oh you are so very endearing." Jason muttered. "That's lovely."

"Oh, it will be." Piper muttered, and that put me on edge.

AN: Thanks for reading and hope you enjoyed! If you liked it, please favourite, follow, and review! See you in chapter 49 where we shall be concluding these dares – I don't know what I'll be doing for the rest of my days when this has finished :P. Thanks again!