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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN PERCY JACKSON!


Luke pov

The first thought that came to mind when I woke up was Am I finally dead?

I know that sounds very morbid but I really do not give a damn. I realized to my misery, that I am very much alive and lying in a very comfortable bed. I sat up and looked around. The walls were surprisingly bare apart from some photos of animals and nature, the window outlooked a forest, the bed itself was a simple soft green, while the nightstand next to it was pretty mahogany. I noticed that there was food and water on top of it. Quickly snatching the water, I drank it before grabbing the apple slices and placing them in my mouth. Sweetness filled my mouth. My stomach demanded more but I had to figure out where I was first. As I stood up, I also saw that I was in a fresh set of clothing and that most of my wounds had been patched up.

What the hell happened?

I opened the door and began making my way down the stairs barely paying attention to the cabin. It looked simple. Like my rooms, the walls were mostly bare. That was until I got to the bottom of the steps. The living room was large and comfy. The walls had photos of people's letters, and scenery and a glass coffee table with a midnight black accent stood out in the middle of the room less than 2 feet away from it was a couch. A dark blue 137" tree precise sectional right chaise. The large flat-screen television playing some Disney movies above the fireplace. On the wood floor, a faux fur rug stood out in pure white. It took me less than a second to realize someone was relaxing on the couch.

Almost shoulder length long wild raven hair, sun-kissed tan, body lean like a swimmer, wearing simple torn blue jeans and a white short sleeve shirt letting me see his SPQR tattoo with two lines underneath and a trident. The person turned to me and my blue eyes met his sea-green eyes.

Perseus fucking Jackson.

"You're awake." He started as he stood up, pausing his movie. "How are you feeling? You were in pretty bad shape earlier." When he said that everything came crashing down on me. I remember how I got attacked and how I begged Percy not to hurt me. Afterward, the world went black and everything was fuzzy. Didn't stop me from feeling embarrassed. I didn't say anything because what could I say? "I assume you're hungry? You look like you haven't eaten in a while." He said as he motioned me to follow him, which I did.

"Percy," I finally whispered, wincing as I heard the crack in my voice. The son of Poseidon turned to me shocked. "What happened? I can't remember what happened after the alleyway." He tensed. Gently grabbing my wrist (I quickly pushed down the panic and fear that rose in my chest) and pulled me into the kitchen. The kitchen, a lot like the rest of the house, had a rustic theme. The dark marble countertop, large rectangular wooden table, and a fire gas stove. He sets a blue stovetop kettle on one of the burners and turns it on, he opens the cabinets and pulls out two white mugs.

"Tea works for you?" Percy asked as he rooted around the cabinets.

"Yeah, it's fine," I whispered. It took him less than five minutes for him to make the tea after the kettle whistled. He also went into the fridge and grabbed a bowl of sliced and cut fruits.

"It's peppermint and chamomile. It helps with relaxing and anxiety." He explains nervously as drinks his tea. I gotta admit it tastes pretty good. "So I guess you still want to know what happened." All I could do was nod. "Alright. Well in the alleyway you began to have a panic attack. Trust me, after going through two wars, I know when someone is having a panic attack. Anyway I kinda did something stupid, I punched you and knocked you out cold, which is something you should never do when someone is panicking because when they wake up, who knows what could happen but I was panicking because fuck, man I never in all the times we know each other I never seen you like that. It scared me. So I guess I flew off instinct-"

"Percy," I interrupted. That explains the headache I had and why everything was fuzzy.

"Right. Sorry. Anyway, I carried you to my place and patched you up. I removed your old clothes and cleaned you off the best I could. After washing you off of all that blood, which reminds me, you're gonna need to tell me what happened. A Lot of those wounds looked old and- you know what, never mind we circle back to that. After some serious thinking, I decided to bring you here. You punched me and tried to escape but it didn't work. I brought you to the guest bedroom and left you some food and water. That's just about it." He finished.

Embarrassed didn't cover it. I felt panic at the fact that Percy might have told the gods which means that I will be running again, fear for what was going to happen to me if I got caught, and humiliation at the fact that Percy saw my scars and wounds. Fuck I am terrified, I am scared. What am I going to do?

"Luke," I flinched at the sound of my name. "Are you still here?"

"Yeah, I'm still here." I knew he wanted to ask if I was ok. We both knew I wasn't. Truthfully I wanted to know what he told the gods.

"I'm so sorry but I need to know. What happened? How did you get those wounds?" He finally asked.

As quickly as I froze you would have thought that I turned to stone. I didn't want anyone to know what happened to me. I used to be one of the most dangerous demigods in existence. The best swordsman in three hundred years, Kronos' right-hand man. I was the Lightning Thief, I held the sky on my shoulder, bathed in the River Styx and took Achilles' curse. Yet, I let what happened to me happen. I never felt so weak. Even when Thalia was dying, even when Kronos punished me, even when I died. What was Percy going to think?

"Luke?" Percy whispered. I looked at him. His sea-green eyes offer nothing but comfort and support. There is something else in his eyes but I can't tell what it is. "I want to help you. But I can't if I do not know how."

The worst part was he was right. After taking a few deep breaths I finally began.

"I was in the underworld, waiting in line for judgment. Then one of what I thought was Hades' servants came over to me. They told me that he wanted to judge me himself. I was already dead so I didn't think twice. I went with them. They took me to the gates where Cerberus was. That's when I noticed the dog was out cold. They grabbed me and dragged me out of the underworld. Told me I had been gone for six months and that Gaia was rising." I felt blood rush to my ears, remembering seeing the unconscious dog, and seeing their manic grins. How could I have been so stupid? "They didn't want me to join them. They wanted to punish me for my betrayal. So they began to break me."

Percy was silent for a moment. I kept my eyes on the table in front of me. I didn't want to see his reaction. I couldn't.

"Anything else?" He whispered, voice low and dark with so much rage a shiver went down my spine.

"They," My heart is in my throat, but I swallow it down and keep talking. "They beat me. Usually with fists, sometimes they would bring other stuff like knives. Honest-honestly, Percy'' Voice cracking I continued, "All I remember is pain. I never even saw their faces, they always had some kind of weird mask as they would beat me black and blue. One of them told me if I was going to act like a bitch then he would treat me like one. He gave me clothes that barely fit my body. Usually oversized shirts and loose skirts. Made me walk around in heels and serve them like I was their wife. I did it because when I did, they didn't hurt me." I was full-on sobbing, my eyes were focused on the table. Gods above, my head, my body, my very soul is aching, hurting at the mere thought of what almost happened. "One night….I thought they were going to kill me".

I felt a pair of strong arms wrapped around me. I ducked my head into Percy's chest and cried. He rocked me back and forth gently like a husband would their crying wife. He stroked my hair gently as he crooked and comforted me. I didn't want to tell him but if I didn't, it was going to eat at me.

"That night, one of them made me put on this, and took me to another room." It was the only time I saw either of them without their masks.

"He told me that he was going to make me into a proper wife. After that, he pushed me onto the bed and began taking off his clothes. I-i, chaos Percy I was so fucking scared. My body was in pain but I fought as hard as I could. He began to cut my clothes off with his knife, but his partner came into the room and ripped him off me. They two began arguing. I remember the one that saved me said 'Why would you waste your time with that useless whore. We can sell her and make more money." He saved me because I was nothing more than a dollar sign to him. I wasn't even a man. I grabbed the knife that fell during the fight and stabbed the bastard. His partner went to grab me but the adrenaline kicked in and slit his throat before running towards the door. I ran down the street. Afterward, I began wandering the street for who knows how long. I didn't care. I stole what clothes and food I could, slept where I could, and tried to survive. Before you found me I got into a fight with a monster. I won but it injured me pretty well. Then you know the rest."

Percy didn't say anything. Simply held me tight as I was crying. My mind kept flashing back to those awful days. The feeling of their hands on my skin, tearing into my skin with knives. I hated it. I looked up at him, embarrassed once my tears dried up. I couldn't help myself. But I felt humiliated at what happened. He was staring at me with a mixture of concern, rage, and for some weird reason possession. Almost like….

"I'm so sorry but we need to tell someone. Maybe Chiron or-" He whispered. My blood ran cold.

"No!" Screaming, I pulled myself out of his arms. My body began shaking. They can't know. The Gods cannot know. "You can't tell the Gods! You can't tell anyone!"

"Luke," Percy's voice was stubborn as he continued, "You need help and protection. What happened with Gaea already passed about three months ago. Hell, Annabeth and I are in our senior year of high school. Thalia met her younger brother. Nico has a boyfriend. Yet none of us knew you were alive. They held you hostage for so long and you were on your own for much longer. You need medical and mental help."

He was right. I knew that but the panic and desperation had already settled into my bones, and my soul. The Gods were no better than them. The demigods at camp might take advantage. After everything I have done and the people, I have killed. I couldn't risk it. I just can't.

"Percy please, I swear on the River Styx that I will do anything you want. Just don't tell anyone or anything about me." Green eyes went wide in disbelief.

"Let me get this straight. If I asked you for anything, in exchange for my silence, you would have to get it for me. And you honestly believe that is better than getting help?" He whispered, shocked.

"Yes! Please, Percy. just name and I'll do it." tension rose in the air as he stared at me. Calculating the look in his eyes as fought with himself. I hope he took the deal. This way I could get him what he needed and be on my own again. He stared at me with a look of horror, confusion, and possessiveness. The same possessiveness from before. Finally, he told me. With zero hesitation,

"I want you."


Wow chapter two is all done. Nice. sorry for the wait but I was trying to figure Luke out. Also, let me tell y'all right now. This is actually a Luke/Percy/Apollo story. The summary would fit Apollo in there but it's fine cause that won't happen till later chapters.