Percy was sitting on a chair waiting for the girls to come out of the dressing room when his phone rang. He looked down and grinned wickedly, "What's up, Death Breath?"

"Something doesn't make sense," Nico started, sounding confused. "If that dude was a vampire, how did he get in? You didn't invite him in."

The demigod hummed, his eyes flashing in the artificial light, "Who said I didn't invite him in? It's been getting boring here in Mystic Falls," He sighed. "I just thought I'd speed things along, you know?"

There was a pause on the other line, "How did you invite him in? When did you invite him?"

Percy threw his arm over the back of his chair, crossing his legs, "He wanted power… So, I gave him power."

"You- You were the one to change him into a vampire?!"

"I told you," He chuckled. "I was getting bored. In any case, he was going to die anyways. Escaped convict on death row? No one would miss him. Too bad he came back to me, he could have lived forever."

"...You really have changed…"

"I'll talk to you later, cousin," Percy smiled. "I'm a bit busy now. Tell Uncle I said hi, yeah?"

"Yeah, sure. Bye, Perce."

He hung up, grinning as Elena and Caroline came out, "Perfect! Now, those are dresses."

Caroline smiled nervously as she came out in a stunning blue dress that fanned out around her ankles. The top half around her chest was a pale blue and, as it went down, it blended into a darker blue. It was simple, yet also beautiful, and suited her complexion well and went with her eyes.

Elena wore a long red dress with a slit up the left side stopping a few inches below her hip. It well with her tan skin and dark hair, making her brown eyes look even more brown. It didn't look like much at first glance but, when she moved, the red seemed to almost shimmer around her legs like dark rivers of fire.

"Don't you think these are a bit much?" Caroline asked, holding the bottom of her dress in a gentle grip.

"Nah," Percy stood up, stretching his arms over his head. "Too late anyways, I already paid for them."

The two girls blanched at him, "You did what?!"

He waved them off, looking around the shop almost in boredom, "Don't worry, some people owed me favors. Anyways, now that you have your dresses, I'm going on a date with my hot boyfriend, not that any of you would know what that's like."

"Come on and you were being so nice," Caroline whined good naturedly, walking back to the dressing room. "Have fun on your date," She winked.

Percy grinned, "Oh, I plan to. Anyways, just take the dresses to the counter and tell them it was already paid for by Neptune. It's my, um, bank name or whatever. Pretty stupid but yeah." He didn't bother speaking to the girls anymore as he left the shop, waving to one of the employees.

Damon was already parked outside waiting for him and the vampire leaned over to kiss his boyfriend when the human got settled. "We need to talk about the blood in your apartment," He murmured against his lips.

"Later," Percy promised. "Right now we have a lunch date, and later I have to get Stefan's birthday present."

The vampire raised an eyebrow, "You're getting my brother a present?"

The human tilted his head this way and that, "...Yeah. He'll hate it."

Damon grinned, "I'm sure he will. Now, how do you feel about Italian?"

"Ugh, you are a blessing, Damon Salvatore. Italian sounds amazing," He sunk in the passenger seat, tugging his jacket around him as he looked out the window. He was using one of his hands to play with Damon's fingers, rubbing his thumb gently over the back of the vampire's hand.

The Salvatore couldn't help but smile softly at his boyfriend because the human had yet to go a day without wearing the leather jacket he let him steal. It didn't surprise him because, if he was being honest, the dark t-shirt he was wearing was the human's. It had his scent; his cologne, dark and deep, and something else that was salty and sweet and utterly him.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Percy asked as he turned towards him, a smile curving his lips.

Damon spoke before he even realized it, "I love you."

"Oh," The human's mouth dropped open slightly before his eyes softened and he clutched the vampire's hand a bit tighter, bringing it up to his lips. "I love you, too, Damon Salvatore."

Despite the fact that he said it first, he couldn't help but feel a warmth in his chest at his boyfriend's words. No one had ever professed their love for him before, never even got close enough. He didn't even have friends before, his eccentric personality and morally ambiguous activities driving people away, and, yet, he had managed to find someone who was both his best friend and his love. If he didn't approach the human at that terrible party, well… He thought he would have been quite lonely.

Damon wasn't stupid, he knew that his boyfriend was hiding secrets from him. There were times when Percy would get phone calls and he would answer with a dark grin, speaking too fast in Greek for him to fully comprehend, seeing as he was still a beginner at the language. Other times, Percy would look at him with a knowing look and made small comments that others would brush off as coincidence that Damon took as more than that. If it happened less often he probably would have brushed it off too but the human made too many sly comments about blood and control for it to be simply coincidence.

And then there was that term; human. It didn't quite roll off the tongue for Damon in regards to his boyfriend. There were too many odd factors in play; Percy's understanding of fighting, his complete ease with the idea of death, even the way he danced around Damon like he didn't think he could touch him but found the idea amusing anyways. Still, the Salvatore didn't know what word to describe him. Percy was a mix between human and something otherworldly.

Before Damon knew it, they had arrived at the small Italian restaurant the vampire had managed to find tucked in a corner of Mystic Falls. It wasn't fancy by any means but the staff were nice and the front of the shop had large windows that overlooked the trees that were beginning to turn a pretty orange with the seasons.

"I like it," Percy hummed as he looked around the restaurant, taking in the nice black seats and the smooth oak table tops. "Kinda homey."

"Good," The vampire said, a bit relieved.

The two ordered their drinks first, looking over the small menu as they made small talk about the upcoming dance at the human's school and what Percy might get the youngest Salvatore for his birthday. It was easy and simple, neither feeling like the had to fill the silence when it settled on them occasionally.

"What're you thinking about getting?" Damon wondered, leaning his chin on his hand as he propped his elbow up. He had gone to the restaurant before he had met the human and had enjoyed their alfredo very much.

"Well, I hate seafood so there goes that," Percy hummed, turning the menu over. "Maybe I'll have the macaroni. I haven't had that in a while."

The vampire nodded, "Good choice, it tastes good."

The human closed his menu, setting it on top of Damon's, "We can share. You can have half of my macaroni and I can have half of whatever you're having, provided it's not seafood related."

"Mm, no, just alfredo. Never really got into seafood. Why don't you like it?"

Percy shuddered and looked at him with wide eyes, "Have you seen their eyes? They're begging for help!"

Before Damon could respond, one of the waiters had come up to their table, lightly clearing their throat with an apologetic smile. "Sorry," He said, holding up his notepad. "I was just wondering if you were ready to order. I can come back in a bit if you want to finish up… Whatever it is you were talking about."

Percy seemed to snap out of the strange mood he was in as he shook his head, "No, yeah, we're ready."

"Perfect, what'll it be?"

Soon enough after ordering, their food came and it was amazing. Percy was practically hunched over his plate as he ate, groaning about he might just have to marry his macaroni and if Damon doesn't give him some of his alfredo he is sleeping on the couch tonight. Damon obediently handed over part of his food, making sure to grab his half of the macaroni before it was sucked into the human vacuum that went by Percy Jackson.

The human was slurping from his triple chocolate milkshake when he checked the time on his phone, "Aw, man, it's already seven? We've been here over four hours!"

"Seriously?" Damon raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Huh, I didn't even notice. You wanna head to the store to get Stefan his gift?"

Percy tilted his head, "Nah, I can get it another time. When's the party anyway? Do you know?"

"Nope. Probably next week, you should ask Elena. She'll know."

"Ugh, I hate talking to that girl. She's too… Emotional for my tastes. It's like walking into a soap opera every time she's in the room."

Damon nodded, "You have a point. Ask Caroline then, or even Jeremy. Jeremy's your helper or whatever, isn't he?"

"Yes and I prefer the term minion for him. Yeah, I'll just ask him then. What are you going to do about Stefan, though?"

"What do you mean?"

Percy snorted, "You can't tell me you've seriously haven't noticed that he's been following you around lately." He directed a glare out the window and watched as a figure flinched before running down the streets away from them, "It's beginning to get annoying."

"Trust me," Damon sighed, stirring his vanilla milkshake with a straw. "I've noticed. I don't really know what to do, too many options. Too many messy ones."

"I have a solution."

"Thank goodness."

"It involves fire."

"Absolutely not."

Percy pouted, taking a small sip of his heart attack, "At least hear me out."

"I haven't known you for too long," Damon said, pointing at the human with his straw and getting a few drops of the cold drink on the table. "But I've learned not to trust you with anything flammable. Or sharp." He squinted at the look in his boyfriend's eyes, "Or anything sharp that's on fire."

"Fine, whatever," He rolled his eyes. "Then you're doing something weird and I guess it's bothering Stefan. I, personally, could care less about his feelings but if you do not do something about his irritating presence, I will."

The vampire sighed, "Got it. I promise I'll put my brother in his place before you can kill him. Don't give me that look, I bet your idea of a friendly talk is to stab them without even actually getting to the conversation part."

"I would do it gently!"

"Case in point."