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Chapter 2

He was in the dinning hall, listening to Piper and Annabeth. Though he didn't know why he bothered. Annabeth was studiously ignoring him. After he'd lost his memory she'd asked for another chance, saying she'd been unreasonable. It wasn't that he didn't care about her, it was just that he didn't want her that way. Thinking back, he didn't think he ever did, but he didn't have the heart to tell her that.

Besides, Percy didn't do blondes and he didn't do relationships. Not anymore. Of course, she had started ignoring him again, leaving him feeling just as empty as he had before.

Piper kept casting him pitying looks across the dinning hall, which didn't exactly help him, but he supposed he appreciated the thought. Mostly, he just wanted to finish eating and go back to his room.

That was when Octavian walked in. Percy could tell he'd been looking for him. He could tell by the way his eyes locked onto Percy, and he started walking over without an inch of hesitation.

"Why are you always eating alone?" Octavian asked, sitting beside him easily. A little too easily. Percy could feel the color rushing to his face and he knew he couldn't sit this close to Octavian without consequences. Consequences he didn't know how to deal with anymore. If he ever had.

"Maybe because I want you to leave me alone," Percy answered, standing to throw the rest of his food away.

"Don't mind him, Octavian." Annabeth said suddenly. "He wants you to chase him." She turned her grey eyes on Percy, scorn burning deep in them. "You can't stay single for a second, can you?

"Annabeth…" Piper said, her voice too low to be anything close to effective.

"First you chased Luke around until Luke fucked you senseless," Annabeth continued mercilessly, "and then made me think I had a chance, and now Octavian. Who's next?" He flinched at her words, fixing his eyes on the wall behind her. If he'd had a heart for her to break, it would have been shattered on the ground. As it was, it was hard for him to breathe over the pressure squeezing its way through his chest.

He'd been 13 the first time Luke had touched him. It hadn't been kind or sweet or gentle. He had screamed into the mattress, begging Luke to stop. He had fisted the sheets, waiting, waiting, waiting for the pain to stop. It never had. Though there had eventually been pleasure. Luke hadn't even bothered to help him dress or clean the blood or cum off him. He'd just left him in one of the state rooms of The Princess Andromeda, crying and whimpering as pain laced up his back and ass.

He hadn't wanted it to happen the next time either, though Luke had hit him when he'd refused. He'd spread Percy's legs and put himself between them. It had still hurt. There had still been blood. But it had been almost enjoyable. And it had continued, until Percy had been the one to ask Luke for the Fuck instead of Luke having to demand it. It was pathetic, and Luke never missed an opportunity to tell him just how pathetic it was.

Then Luke had died. He had died looking at Annabeth and asking if she loved him. Not Percy. Never Percy. He had never cared about him, never in a thousand years had he cared about Percy. But Percy had fallen for him. He'd fallen even though Luke had only ever hurt him.

"What is wrong with you?" Octavian snapped, making Percy jump. He looked over at him with wide eyes. The Augur looked mad—no, he looked furious, glaring at Annabeth with dark blue eyes that looked as if they were about to start steaming. "Why would you say that to him?"

"Maybe because it'd true," Annabeth snapped back.

"It's not true," Octavian answered immediately. Everyone stared. Percy stared, feeling something spring inside him at the words.

"What do you know about it?" Annabeth asked.

"I know Percy," he narrowed his eyes at her. "And I know you. And frankly, I'm much more inclined to believe you broke his heart than the other way around."

"He doesn't have a heart to break," she answered, and Percy couldn't stop the chuckle for escaping him. She didn't know how right she was though all in the wrong way. "See!" She exclaimed, pointing at him as if he'd just proved some point. Percy just shook his head once and turned to leave the room. He didn't want to hear the rest.

"You're a right bitch," was the last thing he heard before the door closed behind him. Not that he was about to be that lucky.

"Percy!" Octavian called, his voice echoing down the hallways. "Percy, curse you, wait!"

"No," he answered.

"Percy," Octavian said, catching his arm. He whirled him around, making Percy come to a stop and face him. "I'm not the bad guy here."

"Just leave me alone, Octavian."

"No," his blue eyes set, and his grip tightened, making Percy's eyes widen as he stared. "You're going to talk to me." He turned, yanking Percy behind him as he marched down the hall, stopping outside his cabin and pushing Percy inside. He closed the door behind him before turning to look at Percy, who stood in the middle of the room, his arms wrapped around himself.

"What do you want?" Percy asked, desperately trying to ignore how turned on he was by Octavian's demeanor. He didn't want him. He couldn't want him.

"I think you know," Octavian answered, stepping closer to him. "I've been very clear, Percy." Percy tried to retreat, but Octavian matched him step for step until he was backed up against the wall, nowhere else to run.

Why was this happening to him? Why was this always happening to him? Octavian put one palm on the wall beside Percy's head, leaning against it and over Percy, so close they were almost touching. His eyes widened, his body shivering without his permission.

"And if you truly don't reciprocate then just tell me," Octavian murmured, his breath ghosting along Percy's neck. He turned his head, giving Octavian excess. "Though for some reason, I don't think that's the case." His mouth bobbed open, taking a ragged breath in as Octavian's other hand found his groin, massaging it gently. He moaned, leaning his head back against the wall. The hand was so gentle, so foreign to the way Luke had touched him. "So, tell me Perseus Jackson, why are you so afraid of me?"

"I…" Percy tried, his hands curled into fists at his side. "I'm not afraid…" He cried out as Octavian latched his mouth onto the tender skin of his neck, sucking hard enough that he knew there would be a bruise there. He whimpered, his hands clenching even tighter at his side as he forced himself to hold still. He knew how this worked. He wasn't allowed to move. He wasn't allowed to touch.

Suddenly, Octavian pulled away from him. His eyebrows crinkled as he looked down at Percy, blue eyes full of an emotion that didn't belong in this moment. Percy groaned as Octavian pulled his hand away from his crotch, wanting to catch it and press it back. He wanted Octavian inside him now. He didn't want to play whatever game Octavian had in store to torture him.

"You really don't want this, do you?" Octavian asked, beginning to pull away even more. Percy set his jaw, if this was Octavian's way of getting him to beg than he was going to be sorely disappointed. Luke'd had to tease him past coherency to get him to beg and he wasn't about to change now.

"I'm not going to beg."

"I don't want you to beg," Octavian blinked, his eyebrows creasing even further. A look entered his eyes. If Percy didn't know better, he would say it was hurt. "You really think I'm some kind of horrible person, don't know?"

"What does being a horrible person have to do with anything?" Percy asked, beginning to feel confused himself now.

"You think I'm going to have sex with you against your will!" Octavian snapped. "You think I want you to beg me not to do it!"

"It's not against my will," Percy muttered. "I'm submitting...?"

"You're… what?" Octavian blinked, his mouth parting slightly.

"If you want to fuck me, go ahead." Percy answered, spreading his legs for the Augur. "It's not against my will."

"That's not…" He shook his head, taking a step away from Percy. "That's not sex, Percy." Percy frowned at him, unsure what he meant. Of course it was sex. Octavian wanted, so Percy gave and maybe if he did exactly what he was supposed to, he would get pleasure out of it too. Octavian made a disgusted sound in the back of his throat. "Who…. why do you even think that?" Octavian looked away and Percy had the sudden urge to cover himself. He suddenly felt the same way he had after Luke had fucked him. Used and dirty as if he needed a good shower to wash away the grime that he knew he'd put there himself. "It's disgusting." Percy flinched. Of course it was. Of course he was.

"I'm going to go," Percy said, moving to go around Octavian.

"No," the Augur caught him, stopping his motion. "No, please. I don't want you to leave."

He swallowed, unsure whether he was asking or telling. Fortunately, Octavian seemed to understand his hesitation. "I'm asking you, Percy," Octavian let go of his arm, instead reach up to cradle his face, gently, oh so gently. Percy blinked, staring into Octavian's blue eyes. It wasn't a touch he was used to. Luke had never touched him like that. As if he was worth more than just a simple toy. "I'm always asking," Octavian murmured, and like it or not Percy just didn't know what to do with that.