Writer's block. That's all you guys are out of me, also Happy New Year, Yule/Christmas!

This is where it gets a little dark.

Mentions of kidnapping, violence, and non-con touching only for a brief moment.

DISCLAIMER I DO NOT OWN PJO OR HOO.


Percy POV

I should have known that with my luck, things would go to fucking Hades at some point.

I and Luke started to get along slowly but surely. We talked about random things like favorite colors (I, of course, love the color blue while he preferred green) and ice cream flavors and stuff. Simple things like that made my senior year at school easier. We spent a lotta time together. Just like when I first got to camp. I even offered to start training with him. Luke once tan skin paled even further. He told me that he didn't want to pick up a weapon unless he had to. It was starting to get colder as thanksgiving break started so we discussed warmer clothing, food, and other things. It was kind of nice.

Naturally, that is when things go to shit.

I was making my way back to the cabin with some firewood when I heard it causing them to lett said wood fall. Low, dark, growling, and vicious hissing. Hellhounds and what sounded like an empousa. Years of training were activated at that moment. Just as two large hellhounds, both roughly the size of a small car, came chagrin at me, I pulled Riptide out and rolled to the side, and landed in a crouch. Charge at the nearest one, I was quick to stab it in the neck and send it back to the pit. The other dodged and made a quick swipe at my chest with its claws only for me to lean back, missing by a mere inch. I didn't hesitate to decapitate it and send it back to the pit as well.

"Well, well, well. I should have expected as much from the Hero of Olympus." A new voice hissed out. Walking out of the bushes was as I guessed, an Emposui. Her hair was on fire, her skin olive tone and her donkey leg were white.

"Who sent you?" I growled darkly. I am not happy right now. We may be a mile out from the cabin but if this bitch and two mutts managed to get this close without me noticing then…

"No one but our new ally. You stole something from him and he is currently taking it back."

Rage filled every scene and I moved before either of us realized it. I took her head off her shoulders. Didn't stay to see if she turned to dust. Running back to my truck, I quickly hit the gas. Just as I hopped out in front of the cabin I heard a scream.

"No, please! Let me go! No! Percy help!"

Luke.

Quickly making my way inside, I threw the door open to see a tall male figure pinning Luke down. And trying to rip his clothes off. Luke, in all his stubbornness, was fighting with everything he got. Kicking, clawing, scratching, biting. But it wasn't enough.

"Stop fighting me, you slut. You know you want this." said the figure snarled as he tugged Luke's jeans off and tried to undo his pants.

Red filled my vision. Running I quickly ripped the mystery figure off him and pinned him to a wall. He had no time to recover as my fist came crashing into his face. It was like the wolf in me took control and right now I agreed with it.

"HE! IS! MINE!" I roared with each punch. Throwing him to the ground I kicked him in the rib and stomped on his ankle, breaking it. His scream of pain rang through the cabin. I took no hesitation in ripping off his mask.

Reddish-brown hair, tan skin, and brown eyes. A son of Ares by the looks of it. But the wounded sound Luke made told me he recognized him.

"Marcus?" The name rang through the cabin and my body tensed. Marcus Dylans. A son of Ares who joined Kronos. From what I remember, He was hot-headed and violent like his sibling but the difference was that he didn't like taking no for an answer. One of the souvenirs only to be banished. "Why?" Luke asked. He looked so broken. Clothes are torn, body shaking, beautiful blue eyes wide and watery.

The traitor at my feet sneered. "You abandoned us. After all that you preached and promised a brand new life without the gods, you went and screwed us all over. I wanted you to pay. When we manage to get you out of the underworld," Marcus' bloody smile made me sick. His face was covered in bruises. Eyes cold and sadistic. "We simply decide to make you the bitch that you are. My brother stopped me that night only for you to kill him but I barely survived. Looks like I lost you out to Jackson."

That sentence sent me back into a rage as I grabbed Riptide and stabbed him in the gut. He shouted in pain.

"How did you find this house?" I growled in rage. "My father swore to me that no gods or monster could come ten feet near here."

Marcuse smiled a bloody smile as he bled out on the floor. "But demigods could." were his last words before he died.

That same possessive feeling from before came surging back and I turned to Luke. He never let his eyes stray from the now-dead body. As we both realized that he was right.

"Luke," My voice was deadly calm. "Go upstairs and clean yourself off. Then when you come back, we will be talking."

As quickly as he nodded, I thought his head was going to come off. The son of Hermes gathered himself and ran upstairs. Once I heard the door slam and the shower running, I turned to the dead body on the ground. Marcus' brown eyes stared off in the distance, his blood coating the ground, ruining my home. I took no hesitation in dragging his dead body outside. Quickly grabbing a pile of logs and setting them to gather, I managed to make a crude pyre. I quickly threw him on top of it and lit a match. His body went up in flames. I stared at the burning body with no emotions. I wasn't sure if it was because after going through two wars before I turned 18 so I became jaded, or if it was because I wanted this bastard to die and to never lay a hand on Luke but I was more than happy to watch his body burn. I worked my ass off doing everything everyone wanted me to do. Fight for them, kill them, and travel halfway across the world to save them. And they still wanted me to be their little whipping boy. They wanted to take him from me, well they can't.

Luke Castellan is mine.

—-Line break—-Line break—-lien break—-

Luke pov

Moments before the attack

I had just finished cleaning up again. Sitting down with a relieved sigh, I finally relaxed. Percy and I were getting along really well, but something felt off for some reason. Maybe I'm being paranoid but years of being on the street, and working with demigods, titans, and monsters have taught me the same lesson.

Always trust your instincts.

But, Percy assured me that I am safe in this cabin, plus he forbade me to leave without his permission after an argument. I wish he hadn't at this moment. I was so deep in my thoughts that I never noticed the figure walking up behind me until it was too late. A hand wrapped around my throat and dragged me off the couch. Immediately I tried to fight back but the figure pinned me on my stomach before I could.

"Hello, bitch." the figure growled. My heart froze from fear. God, please no. I thought…. "You thought you could get rid of me that easily. I'm not weak like my brother. You will be punished when we get home but first…" he snarled as he forced me on my back. "I'm going to take what is mine."

When he said that he ripped my shirt. It took me less than a second to realize what he wanted and for me to fight back. I clawed, kicked, and punched him. But soon he pinned my hand above my hand and shoved his hand down my jeans. He began stroking my soft member and to my horror, I moaned.

"See you like you don't you?" My kidnapper hissed and was satisfied with my reaction. He kept stroking me roughly. Callused hand wrapped around my throat as his body pressed me to the floor. I hated it. I hated how I got hard under his touch. I hated what he whispered in my ear. I hated how he was able to overpower me. Soon, I felt myself getting closer to my climax.

No, no, no, no, no, no ,no, no, no, NO!

I thought desperately as I came with a sob. My captor pulled his hand out and shoved his filthy fingers in my mouth. I wanted to vomit as I tasted myself. All he did was laugh, then he took off his belt.

Immediately, I fight with everything left in me while screaming.

"No, please! No strop! Percy help me! No, please! Let me go! No! Percy help!" I wailed hoping that the Son of Poseidon would save me even though I knew he wouldn't.

"Stop fighting me, you slut. You know you want this." The bastard said as he ripped my jeans and began to take off his own. Before he could do anything else a figure slammed into him and pinned him to the wall.

Percy.

Percy took no hesitation in claiming me as his and he punched the man black and blue. After ripping off his mask. My heart broke as the masked figure was Marcus. He was a friend before I died. After explaining why he did what he did, Percy was quick to kill him. I could tell he was furious but I could tell whether or not he was angry at me.

I raced up the stairs, headed to my room, and locked myself in the bathroom. Turning on the shower and hopping in. I hesitated to scrub myself as I cried. I felt dirty. How could I let him touch me? How did he find me?

It would take me an hour to realize I had stopped washing and simply sat down and cried till the water went cold. Turning off the water, I dragged myself from my room. Walking down the stairs and smelled smoke and blood. A pyre. So Percy burned the body. And by the looks of the living room cleaned the blood up. Walking into the kitchen, I immediately grabbed a bottle of water and sat down at the table. Taking slow sips, I slowly began to calm down.

How did they find me? Percy said no one knew about this place. Well to be more specific no god or monster knew about this place. Did they find it by accident and saw me inside? Something wasn't connecting, I just don't know what. I was so deep in my thoughts that I didn't hear Percy come up behind me. I almost hit the roof when I felt his hands on my shoulders.

"Are you ok?" The son of Poseidon asked me. I can hear the barely concealed rage in his voice. All I could do was nod. "I don't know how they got in but I will find out. First, I need you to do something first."

He dragged me out of the chair, (when did he get so strong, and was he taller than me?) and pulled me close to his person. I swallowed the lump in my throat as his sea-green eyes stared into my soul. I know after what had happened this should be the last thing on my mind but I couldn't help but notice how beautiful he has gotten over the years. Long gone was the boyish, mouthy twelve-year-old. In his place is a raven black wild-haired, powerful man that can take on the world and win. His eyes lowered to my lips as he gave me my order. His arms wrapped around my waist. My arms found their way around his neck.

"Kiss me, Lukas." He whispered. I felt the order settle into my bones as my body responded. My lips pressed into his. He tasted like rage, strength, and of the sea. I moaned as he claimed me with a single kiss

He tasted like my master. And I was ashamed of the fact that I like it.


So sorry. I didn't mean to take this long. I have no excuse. But I'm trying to move this story along so here we are. Anyway, the next chapter will be from one of the gods' perspectives moments before the attack. See you soon.