Warning: detailed sexual encounter

Chapter 4

Percy woke with his face pressed into Octavian's neck, breathing in the somehow pleasant smell of fire and burnt offerings. It was strangely comforting, maybe just due to the fact that it was so very Octavian, off putting and snappish and yet somehow horribly warm.

He tried to pull away, but Octavian's arms were tight around him, letting him only get far enough away to look up into his face. His pale features were relaxed, long eyelashes brushing across cheekbones and lips slightly parted. He looked… young. Younger than Percy felt most of then time. He let out a puff of air, blowing across Percy's face in a way that did nothing to help him stop staring. And suddenly Percy was aware of a very serious problem.

He pressed a hand against his obvious erection and bit his lip, wondering if he could slip out of the small bed without waking Octavian somehow. He tried to pull away again, but Octavian's arms tightened, pulling him flush against the Augur's body and pushing Percy's aching member right against Octavian's thigh. He cursed, looking up and praying to whichever god was listening that he didn't wake up.

Of course, the gods had never been kind to Percy, so this was when Octavian's eyelids chose to flutter, and then open, looking down at Percy with a content expression on his face. Percy held his breath; he knew his face was bright red as he waited for the Augur to realize how turned on he was.

There was a long moment where Octavian just stared at him, and Percy stared at Octavian's check, wishing he could just disappear. And then the Augur's hand was cupping his chin, forcing his face up and around. Their eyes locked, blue on green, and Percy just couldn't find it in himself to look away, not when he lowered his head, not when his lips brushed across Percy's, and not when Octavian's lips pressed.

Percy heard himself moan loudly, opening his mouth for the Augur without really thinking about it. And Octavian's tongue was in his mouth, licking and sucking and touching him in a way he'd never felt before. Octavian pressed him back until he was flat on his back, his hands curled in the sheet, his tongue rising to meet Octavian's before he could think of stopping it.

Their mouths didn't leave each other's until it was absolutely necessary for their breathing. Percy wrenched away with a strangled gasp, his breath sounding loudly in the room around them. Octavian's lips immediately dropped to his neck, his tongue curling and lapping around Percy's pulse point. He heard himself whimper, his voice sounding not his own.

"Percy," Octavian murmured against him, and he couldn't stop the next moan that left his mouth. "Percy, you can touch me."

His eyes flew wide—when had he closed them?—and he found himself staring into lust filled blue eyes. Blue eyes that looked down at him with affection, adoration. He blinked once, unsure how to respond. His hands unclasped from the sheets, raising, but he didn't know what to do with them from there.

Octavian smiled a sad sort of smile and reached down, his hand caressing Percy's arm, his elbow, his wrist before finally curling around his hand and raising it up and around his neck. Percy hesitated before tangling his hands in Octavian's hair, feeling the blonde locks fall through his fingers before tugging Octavian's face down and locking their lips back together.

His hands trailed down, running across Octavian's back and feeling the way his spine curved beneath his shirt, the way his muscles tensed and contracted. He hesitated when he reached the curve of Octavian's ass; Luke had never liked to be touched there, but then again Luke had never kissed him like this. He let his hands slide down before pulling Octavian down against him, lining their groins together.

"Percy," Octavian groaned against his mouth. "Oh, gods, Percy," he lowered his hips, settling himself against Percy and rotating.

"Oh, oh, oh," Percy answered, feeling the shocks on pleasure cascade through him. "Octavian, please," he whispered, somewhere he knew he wasn't making sense, but he was beyond caring. He just wanted.

"What?" Octavian asked, lowering his mouth back down to Percy's neck and licking and sucking and generally making it impossible to think properly.

"Oh, gods, please Octavian, please," he arched as the Augur rocked against him again. "I want you." Octavian drew away from him, raising his head to stare down at Percy.

"Are you sure? We can wait," he answered, and Percy looked back at him, biting his lip hard against the reason and fear that were beginning to make themselves known.

"I trust you," he said. Octavian's eyes widened and then that look was back, the adoration and the love and Percy's doubts were gone before Octavian even had the chance to lower his face back down to Percy's.

Percy's hands reached under Octavian's shirt, pulling the shirt up and over his shoulders. The Augur leaned back, letting the shirt pull over his head before he reached for the hem of Percy's shirt, lifting it and pulling it up and over as Percy arched to allow him. He reached for the button on Percy's jeans next, undoing it and pulling both Percy's jeans and his underwear down as he kissed a long slow trail down his chest.

Percy's hands tightened on Octavian's back as the Augur kissed a wet trial down his chest, stopping to lip one nipple before dragging it into his mouth. He closed his eyes, biting his lip against the moan that threatened to overpower him. Octavian released his nipple only when it was a hard nub against the skin of his chest. He leaned back blowing on it and cause Percy to shiver beneath him as the pleasure ripped through him, almost cause his brain to short circuit.

Then he was moving lower, his wet kisses trailing down Percy's stomach, licking and laving until he reached Percy's navel. He dipped his tongue inside, wiggling it around once, twice, and Percy couldn't stop from crying out. He felt the smirk against his stomach, the satisfaction coming from the Augur, and he dipped even lower, nosing into Percy's dark curls.

"Gods, Octavian," Percy cried, arching his hips up and hoping desperately that the Augur would get the hint and just touch him. He was so hard he could feel ever beat of his heart echoed through his penis, aching and throbbing.

And the Octavian was there, his mouth wrapped around Percy, sucking so hard Percy was afraid he was going to come. He arched off the bed, crying out only the gods knew what. Octavian's tongue ran along the bottom length of his member, and then suddenly there was something wet pushing against Percy's anal entrance.

He jerked in surprise because there was simply no way that was Octavian's penis. It had to be... his fingers. But why…?

"What are you doing?" He asked. Octavian had stopped, looking up at Percy with a mix between caution and concern.

"Preparing you?" He answered.

"But…" Percy trailed off, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked up at him. Luke had never touched him there with anything other than his penis, pushing into Percy without any… preparation? "With your fingers?"

"Have you…?" Octavian was staring at him, his blue eyes wide with surprise and anger. "You've never been prepared before sex?"

"I…" Percy looked away, suddenly feeling dirty, used. "No." Octavian's hand slid across his cheek, his lips brushing onto Percy's nose.

"Gods, don't look like that," his lips moved up, planting a kiss first on one eyelid and then the other. "You're perfect, Percy." He kissed down the side of his face, stopping at the corner of Percy's mouth. "It's that bastard's fault for not showing you how wonderful this can feel." He kissed Percy's mouth fully, parting his lips easily to allow his tongue inside.

His hand began to move again, one wrapped around Percy's member and the other pushing against his anus for a moment before pushing inside. His finger moved back and forth, and when there was no real resistance, Otavian added another and another. When Percy was open and needy and wondering what on Hades Octavian was torturing him for, he finally pulled his fingers out and lined himself up.

Octavian hesitated, his hands gripping Percy's hips before he slowly entered him. It was different, so very different than it had ever been before. For one thing, it didn't hurt and when Octavian began rocking against him, the pleasure came fast. It came faster than it ever had before. Octavian hit that spot inside him sooner than Luke ever had, and when Percy arched off the bed with a strangled gurgling cry, he seemed to be aiming for it.

Percy came a lot sooner than he expected, his whole-body tensing as Octavian rocked and pulling and pushed inside him. Octavian came almost immediately after Percy, his hands clamping down on Percy's hips, and he buried his face into the crook of his neck.

It was a long time before either of them moved, Octavian still inside him, and Percy's arms tight around the Augur. Octavian moved first, pulling out and then rolling to the side to lay beside him. He slung his arm around Percy's hips, pulling him flush against his body, and then reaching down to draw the blankets up and around them.

"Shouldn't we clean up?" Percy asked, wiggling in Octavian's grasp. It was odd; he had never cuddled after sex before. Odd, but not unwelcome.

"Later," Octavian answered, pulling Percy closer.

"Um…" Percy started, and then coughed, wondering what he was doing asking something like that. Octavian sighed against the back of his neck.

"Yes?"

"I just… What happens next?" He managed. He could feel his heartbeat in his throat, beating against the vain hope that Octavian still wanted him even after… That Octavian wanted more than sex because Percy certainly found himself wanting more.

"Well," Octavian pressed a kiss to the back of his next. "Now, I plan to go to sleep. Then when I wake up, I'm going to make love to you again, and then I'm going to kiss you and hold you hand in ever room of this ship until everyone knows who you belong to. Acceptable?"

"Acceptable," he answered, the smile drawing from his lips before he could stop it, but he supposed that was ok considering he could feel Octavian's answering smile against his neck.

~fin~