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Title: Chasing Origins: Sam's Story – The Heart of War
Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians / Heroes of Olympus
PJatO Disclaimer: All rights reserved to Rick Riordan for he created the awesomeness that is Nico di Angelo. And everything else related to Percy Jackson and the Olympians / Heroes of Olympus. Aside from the Gods, of course. They are all copyright by the old Greeks. This fanfiction on the other hand is entirely mine. No money is made with this, though reviews are more than welcomed.
Warnings: shounen-ai, fluff, family, explicit intercourse, anal, abuse, rape (mentioned), hetero
Main Pairing: Trend/Sam
Side Pairings: Leroy/Sam, Erik/Sam, Jonas/Sam, Chuck/Sam, Trend/Others, Trend/Derek, Sander/Derek, Sander/Jonas, Sander/Stella, Vic/Derek, Erik/Derek, Jonas/Derek, Marshall/Sara, Herc/Thea, Loki/Blance, Liam/Malene, Nico/Percy, Chris/Clarisse, Ares/Aphrodite
Percy Jackson Characters: Perseus Jackson, Nico di Angelo, Clarisse la Rue, Chris Rodriguez, Malcolm Cage, Will Solace, Jason Grace
Godly Characters: Ares, Aphrodite, Chiron
Own Pegasi: Trickster (Sander), Fighter (Sam), Rush
Own Characters: Samuel Elijah James Raser III (Ares), Trend Ignatius Austin (Athena), Charles Smith (Athena), Marshall Mikaelson (Enyo), Erik Anderson (Enyo), Jonas Meyer (Enyalios), Derek Rhys (Demeter), Rainbow Jordan (Iris), Melissa Montgomery (Dionysus), Victor Kruger (Hephaestus), Stella Ribeiro (Aphrodite), Takara Phenia Thompson (Trivia), Loki Murdock (Mercury), Blance Lamour (Chione), Sara Mers (Mars), Joanna Foxx (Vulcan)
Sam's Family: Samuel Elijah James Raser II, Jolene Raser, Liam O'Riley, Malene O'Riley, Selene O'Riley, Lene O'Riley, Leah O'Riley, Lara O'Riley
Own Characters of the Next Generation:
Nicercy: Bianca Maria 'Bia' di Angelo, Hades Poseidon 'Donny' di Angelo
Chrisse: Calandra 'Cally' Rodriguez, Chrysander 'Sander' Rodriguez, Charisma 'Carry' Rodriguez
Pipabeth: Theadora Tiphane 'Thea' Chase
Matie: Amarilla 'Amy' Cage
Jayna: Hercules 'Herc' Grace
Frazeleo: Nicole Esperanza 'Nico' Zhang
Summary: This is Sam's story, his origins leading up to 'Chasing Fireflies'. The first time his mom told him that he was a son of Ares, how he moved to New Athens and met his biggest hero, Percy di Angelo. His relationship with Leroy and those that followed. How the scrawny boy turned into the biggest hero of their generation. His first quest with Sander and how he got the Heart of War from Aphrodite. How he first met his pegasus Fighter and how the four Sons of War became friends.
Chasing Origins: Sam's Story
The Heart of War
Eighth Partition: The Hunting Year
/January 2030 – Somewhere in the Brazilian Jungle\
Searching for the minotaur was nothing that had been on Sam's wish-list for the winter break. But oh well. When the news of a sighting in the Brazilian jungle, Chiron, who was the principal of the school in the off-time of camp, had a meeting with Mister di Angelo from the DPS and some of the older demigods, like Percy Jackson (insert Sam's fanboy squeal here) and Mayor Chase. Needless to say, Sander and Sam had eavesdropped. And so had Bianca Maria and Cally. In the end, the adults had agreed to send the four heroes out. So right now, Sam, Sander, Bianca Maria and Cally were out trying to chase down the minotaur in the dizzying heat of the Brazilian jungle.
They had split up to find the minotaur. Well, not quite willing so. The beast was dangerous and the jungle was like a maze. Bianca Maria and Cally were coming at it from one side, Sander and Sam were supposed to get to it from the other. All four of them should then circle it. That was the plan. Of course, the two local hotheads – also known as Cally and Sam – had to attack first. Bia and Sander were left cursing, trying to distract the vicious monster. Cally and Sam were screaming their heads off as they attacked. After a little while, Sander and Bia just sat down on a large stone and took to watching them. It looked more like a game, honestly.
"Would you two finish him off already?", asked Bianca Maria after a while.
"Yes, please. I'm hungry", agreed Sander, arms crossed over his chest.
Sam and Cally rolled their eyes before exchanging a look. Sam thrust his sword into the Minotaur's chest from behind while Cally did the same from the front and as they twisted their blades, the monster fell and resolved into dust. One horn clattered onto the ground next to Cally, the other next to Sam. The two with the blood of Ares grinned victoriously as they picked up their spoils of war. Bia and Sander both gulped slightly as the other two turned back toward them. There was a hunger in their eyes. Bia yelped as she was being pulled forward into a hard kiss, Cally holding onto her. Sander barely had time to be disturbed by his twin sister practically ravishing Bia right in front of him, because seconds later, he had Sam sprawled all over his lap, fingers digging into his shoulders as the son of Ares kissed him hungrily. Only after a couple of minutes did Bia and Sander manage to break the horny Ares-blooded teens off, which earned them glares.
"Tents. Separate tents. Now", grunted Bia. "I don't need to see what is happening over there."
Sander nodded wildly in agreement and lifted Sam up, the son of Ares having his legs around Sander's waist, Sander's hands holding onto Sam's butt. Sander grinned a little dumbly as he carried Sam to their tent, where they lost their clothes in record time. Neither of them had gotten laid since July, which ironically had also been with each other. But after the breakup with Erik and Jonas respectively, they needed the break from all the relationship drama. Still, teenage hormones.
"Fuck. You're beautiful", muttered Sander, hands wandering over sweat-covered bronze skin.
Sam had gained quite some muscles and his body wasn't as soft or child-like as it had been during their first time. He was well-defined and lean, but not broad or bulky. Basically, he was perfectly balanced between elegance and strength, in body as he was in fight. Sander's lips dragged over the skin, licking the sweat off Sam's skin. But just as he dipped his tongue into Sam's naval, he got pushed away and flipped onto his back. He grunted a little at the impact.
"My turn. So far, it's always been you pleasuring me. Let me pleasure you", demanded Sam.
"Well, because you're the one getting horny from fighting...", mumbled Sander confused. "So I wanna take care of you and give you the relief you want. You don't have to, really."
"But I want to", declared Sam, licking along Sander's full length once to make a point. "So let me."
"Not going to say no to a free blowjob", grinned Sander broadly.
He propped himself up on his elbows to get a better view on the mohawk. Sam was quite eager and his tongue was extremely cunning. Sander grinned as he watched the bobbing of Sam's head, moaning softly every now and then, his fingers clawing into the bedroll beneath them.
"Sa—am", gasped Sander as he came, sputtering his cum down Sam's throat.
Sam coughed a little as he emerged from between Sander's legs, wiping sperm off his chin. The son of Ares leaned in for a demanding kiss, fingers combing through Sander's already messy hair. His erection was trapped between their body, rubbing against Sander's sixpack. Every time it rubbed over one of the packs, Sam shuddered. Sander grabbed him by the hips and leaned down to capture Sam's erection with his own lips. A trembling went through Sam's body as Sander's tongue teased the tip of his cock. Sander had always been good with his mouth. And hands. He whimpered softly right before he came and collapsed backward. Sander followed the motion and crawled over to lay with Sam, arms slowly sneaking around the mohawked boy's waist to pull him close.
"Why is this so easy?", asked Sam confused, placing his head on Sander's chest.
"Slaying minotaurs?", asked Sander, equally confused.
"No. Being with you. When we touch, it's all... synchronized, it all just... works. Never did that with Erik. It was always all... weird and we bumped heads and hands and it was... like... like work, you know?", whispered Sam, fingers tracing Sander's sixpack. "It was all messy and weird."
"Dunno", shrugged Sander, caressing Sam's side with his fingers. "Perhaps because we fight together? We know each other's reactions, I know the way your body moves, you know the way my body moves, we know each other's weaknesses. We trust each other. You and Erik were friends, good friends, yeah, I give you that. But we're best friends. Right?"
He used his famous puppy-eyes and how could Sam say no to those? "Of course we are, San."
"Then do me a favor", prompted Sander suddenly, sitting up a little.
"What?", asked Sam curiously.
"Go on a date with me", said Sander. "I know I was the one suggesting just friends with benefits stuff, but you say it yourself, we're good together, on an intimate level. I wanna see if we're as good on a romantic level. Please? I don't want things to be awkward, it would just be one date. If it sucks and is weird, then we'll... just forget it. But I like you and you like me and we trust each other and we have great orgasms with each other. Maybe we could be a great couple together?"
Sam took a moment – a very long moment – to think about that. He wasn't sure. Being with Erik had been weird, but being with Sander wasn't. But how would dating Sander be? They were awesome bros, great friends and all, but there was a difference between being friends and being boyfriends. And he wasn't sure if that wouldn't ruin everything?
"One date, that's all I'm asking. We'll totally forget about it if it blows up in our faces", pleaded Sander, his eyes soft and begging. "Please? Jonas wasn't right for me, he chose to side with his best friend and rather broke up with me than trying to mend the friendship all six of us Sons of War could have had if they would have tried to fight and actually be a part of this. Derek wasn't right for me either, because... I'm not the one he cares about the most. But you and me, we've risked our lives for each other on multiple occasions by now. Doesn't that qualify for a date? Please?"
"One. Only one date. If it is even remotely weird, I'm out", warned Sam with a glare. "And now lay back down so I can abuse you as my pillow. Also, continue with that caressing, that was nice."
Sander grinned a little as Sam snuggled up to him again. One date. He hoped it would be good.
/January 2030 – Sam's Apartment/Katie's Salad Bar, New Athens\
Derek frowned as he watched Sam. The son of Ares was in the middle of prettying himself up. Specially styling his hair, changing his pants for the fifth time, always looking for something better. It was obvious that Sam was preparing for a date. Derek disliked it.
"So... how does it work, anyway? This weird threesome-thing you have going on with Erik and Jonas?", asked Sam semi-casually and very curious. "I just... don't get it. Two boyfriends?"
"It's great", shrugged Derek with a slight smirk. "I even got them to sleep with each other. They were so bloody embarrassed, it was adorable. Two times the affection and touch, the sex and cuddles. It's pretty awesome, actually. You should try it too, some time. But for your information, Erik left. I think it grew too much for him, or something. Well, whatever."
"Oh. Uhm, I'm sorry for that?", tried Sam a little unsure.
"No need to", shrugged Derek. "I didn't invest much into the relationship anyway. But you seem to be investing a lot into whatever this is going to be. Who do you want to impress?"
"No one", huffed Sam and flushed a little. "It's just... Sander asked me out and he already knows me in all of my shades, you know? I try to look different, or something... I don't know..."
"Sander?", asked Derek surprised and looked up, shock written all over his face.
If any Son of War would have snatched Sam away, Derek always had thought it to be Trend.
"It's just a date!", defended Sam. "Not an engagement or shit. We're just... going out. And stuff."
"And stuff?", repeated Derek, even less pleased.
"Ah. This is perfect", grinned Sam and whirled around before turning to Derek and kissing his cheek. "Anyway, I need to go. Can't be late. You can stay as long as you want to."
With that, Sam dashed out of the apartment, leaving Derek alone. He really had more important things to worry about than a preaching from Derek. As soon as he was out of the apartment building, he literally ran into Sander. The other brunette yelped slightly, just about to ring the doorbell. Both grinned sheepishly at each other and blushed a bit embarrassed.
"So... ready?", asked Sander, offering his friend an arm.
"As ready as can be, I guess", nodded Sam and took Sander's hand instead.
He interlaced their fingers. Both were still flushed, the whole way toward Katie's Salad Bar. It was a little strange, holding hands with Sander, but San was great and they were affectionate all the time.
"So... what made you think that a date with me would be well-placed in a salad bar?", asked Sam.
Sander shushed him as they sat down. "They have more things than just salad. Besides, their lamb's lettuce with bacon and roasted sunflower seeds rocks. Trust me on that."
"You had me at bacon", grinned Sam and leaned back some. "So... your sister and di Angelo?"
"Not sure if they're really dating", shrugged Sander with a frown. "I guess it's more a friends with benefits thing too. It's them who gave me the idea, after all."
They placed their orders – and Sam took Sander's recommendation. It actually tasted pretty damn amazing. They talked, throughout the whole dinner. Didn't even pause when they were stuffing their faces. It was the opposite of romantic. They talked about sport, accidentally spit at each other since they constantly had their mouths full, they hit each other playfully whenever one of them said something supposedly stupid. It wasn't a date, it was hanging out with the best friend and they both noticed. They just couldn't manage. It felt like it always felt. Nothing was different, there was no sudden spark, no violin music in the back of their heads. It was just... like it's always been.
"So... I had fun...", stated Sam as Sander brought him home. "Like I always do when I'm with you. But... uh... I just... I care about you, a lot. Always have, always will. Just not really... This wasn't romantic, San, and I think you're just as aware of that as I am. It was hanging out, wasn't it?"
"Kinda", shrugged Sander, looking frustrated. "I don't know, I just... I thought maybe, if we'd go on a date, something would happen. Like fireworks in my head or stuff and I'd suddenly realize that you're my one, true love and that that's why it's so easy to be with you, you know?"
"Uhu", nodded Sam, clinging to Sander's arm. "But I'm not. We both know that you like the Disney Princess and I get it. You're getting restless, tired of waiting for him to come around, so you had hoped for an... easy way out. I guess love's just not that easy."
"Guess not", agreed Sander and grimaced. "I'm sorry. This was a bad idea."
"I don't think so", said Sam and shook his head. "I think it was good, to get it out of the way. Otherwise there would have forever been this big What If. What if we were meant to be but never realized it? But I think, we're just awesome friends and I think we just know each other well enough to have awesome sex. But it's not because we're madly in love. We just trust each other."
"I think it's more than 'just'. I think it's awesome how much we can rely on each other, that I can trust you to always have my back", mumbled Sander, one arm around Sam's shoulders.
"Yeah", grinned Sam and nudged Sander. "You and me, we'll be friends forever."
"I can live with that", agreed Sander, smiling a little.
"You have to! I'm going to be the fucking best man on your wedding when you get that little Disney Princess into a wedding dress, after all", snickered Sam, nudging Sander softly. "And you are so going to be the best man on my wedding. Whoever I may end up with..."
"He better be good to you", noted Sander, grinning. "Otherwise I'll kick his butt."
Sam laughed and ruffled Sander's hair. He was glad to have a best friend like him.
/February 2030 – Demeter Park, New Athens\
Sam was panting hard as he emerged from the lake. Lake Silencio. That was what happened when a Whovian son of Poseidon got to name a lake. But Sam liked it, a lot. After all, he was a little Whovian himself. And he totally got a kick out of other Whovians playing the Doctor's death out – he had once witnessed his personal favorite, with Miss Rachel Dare as Amy Pond, the Roman former augur Octavian as Rory Williams, Percy di Angelo himself as the Doctor, Clarisse Rodriguez as River Song (Sam took photos, lots of photos of a frizzy-curly haired Clarisse to show Sander) and Chris Rodriguez was actually wearing a real astronaut suit (or at least it looked real). It had been a really cool show and Sam had taken a lot of photos. His hero, dressed as his fictional hero. It was kind of amazing. He stared at the lake, recalling the scene.
"What are you staring at there?"
The sudden voice startled him out of his thoughts and it was cute to watch how Sam actually shot up some. He turned to look at Jonas with those large, dark-green eyes of his. Jonas bit his lower lip hard. He had been jogging when he noticed the single figure swimming from one end of the lake to the other and back and again. So when he saw the figure climb out of the lake after ten rounds of jogging around the lake, Jonas decided to walk over to check who it was. He blushed heavily when he saw Sam. Then again, that hardly was his fault, everybody would have blushed probably. Sam was only wearing swimming shorts, dark red ones. He was bathed by the rising sun, his bronze skin glistering. His mohawk long enough to stick to his head at the moment, all curling up a little since it was wet. Water was running down his chest, by now broader than Jonas remembered it, his sixpack more well-defined. But before Jonas could say hi, Sam turned back to stare at the lake.
"Memories", replied Sam sheepishly, looking Jonas up and down. "You look... good."
Since Jonas and Erik were one year below Sam and his friends, he hadn't really seen anything from them since summer. And panting hard after jogging, blonde hair clinging to his face, sweat covering his trained but lean body... Yes, Jonas looked good. Then again, his looks had never been a problem. Looking at him, Sam understood why Sander and Derek had been dating him.
"Thanks. You do too... You look amazing...", mumbled Jonas and blushed.
Sam grinned wickedly, eyes sparkling as he looked Jonas up and down. "Get out of your clothes."
"W—What?", yelped Jonas, blush darkening even more.
"Come and swim with me", laughed Sam amused, shaking his head. "What were you thinking?"
"W—Well... uhm...", mumbled the Jonas, red as the rising sun.
"Come on. You're all covered in sweat and you're exhausted. Enjoy the cool water a little, calm down again before school starts", chuckled Sam, motioning for Jonas to follow him in.
Jonas nodded and shed his shirt and jeans, running after Sam. The water was really cool and refreshing and so was Sam's laughter. The two of them just swam around a little, splashing each other with water, dunking each other and diving to watch the fishes that dared to come close. Afterward, they collapsed on the grass together, still bathed in the pink light.
"So... how have you been? We haven't talked in months", stated Sam, turning onto his stomach.
"Good", shrugged Jonas, also turning so he could look at Sam. "I think me and Erik, we weren't happy because we tried to fit into something that was already established. The four of you – Marshall, Sander, Trend and you – you're... a gang, a clique, a group. A sold deal. And Erik and me, we just tried to add ourselves to you. It's what made everything so weird. And, well, you and Erik. I guess you and him just didn't click and since you were his first boyfriend, he didn't know how to properly breakup with you or deal with the breakup to begin with. And things were weird, what with you four being such a tight-knitted bunch. I guess he was afraid they'd all side with you. All he knows are Hollywood breakups where all social contacts have to take sides and stuff. Anyway, I guess it's better this way now. We're with Chuck and Vic now. Heh, we've found out own gang, I guess. And they're awesome. We don't have to try and fit in, we just... fit together."
"I guess that was the problem with Erik and me too, we tried too hard, but it didn't come... natural...", whispered Sam softly, both boys subconsciously leaning in. "I'm glad for you. Vic and Chuck are awesome guys. And I guess, well, you can't force friendship. Just like you can't force relationships. Some things just... have to... happen... naturally..."
Jonas reached out, his hand resting on Sam's cheek. Their lips met in a chaste, soft kiss. Sam had his arms on either side of Jonas' head, leaning down more to dive in with his tongue. Jonas' arms wound around Sam's neck, pulling him closer.
/a few days later – Sam's Apartment, New Athens\
Sander frowned confused where he sat on Sam's couch, staring over at Derek, who didn't look any less confused. Sam had invited both of them over, but he hadn't said anything so far, he was just pacing the room, gesturing wildly and muttering to himself as though he was rehearsing.
"Cutie pie, would you mind sitting down and explaining yourself?", suggested Derek softly.
"Sorry", sighed Sam and slumped down on the couch, between them.
"So, what's the matter, Sam?", asked Sander confused. "You look troubled."
"I kissed your ex! Both of yours!", blurted Sam out, all rehearsing be damned.
Sander and Derek exchanged a look until it dawned on both. "Jonas? You kissed Jonas?"
"Uhu", nodded Sam, blushing brightly, one hand running through his mohawk. "I'm sorry..."
"You do recall the whole 'ex'-part, right?", grinned Sander amused. "I mean, he was my ex when he started... doing stuff with Derek too. Relationship? Was that it?"
"Yeah, kinda", shrugged Derek leisurely. "If you gotta label it. I fancy thinking of them as my pets and I trained them. It was fun while it lasted. Huh. I need a new hobby now..."
"Pets...?", asked Sam slowly, making a face. "No. I don't want to know what that means."
Derek just laughed and shook his head, launching on the couch like he owned that place. It was just too much fun making Sam squirm. The son of Ares was way too adorable to be true. A dirty grin found its way onto Derek's face. Oh, he knew exactly what kind of tricks he'd like to teach his innocent little sweetheart. But now was not the time to think of those.
"So you kissed. Big deal. But good to know that you're a kiss-and-tell-er, sweetheart", smirked Derek and winked. "Now, what's the problem? You didn't like it? Or did he force himself on you?"
He grew more serious at the end, sitting up, a protective glare on his face. It was highly unlikely, seeing as Jonas was the most submissive little bitch Derek had ever had. He'd never force himself onto anyone. He was more the kind that unwillingly called out to predators.
"What? Don't be stupid", snorted Sam and shook his head. "No. We just... kissed. It just happened. I didn't plan on it. I was swimming and when I got out, Jonas was jogging there too and then we just... We talked and then we kissed. It was just a kind of right-moment-right-place-thing."
"Still on Derek's side here. What's the problem?", questioned Sander.
"I don't know", shrugged Sam, frowning. "I mean, I'm dating your ex. Isn't that weird?"
"Dude, we're Greeks. Dating each other's exes is probably the least weird thing we can do", grinned Sander amused. "I mean, he's a son of Enyalios, who is the son of Enyo and Ares. So, basically, your dad is his grandpa. And mine too. You gotta think in higher dimensions and stuff."
"Ew. Yeah. Okay", nodded Sam and shuddered a little. "So it would be fine if we'd... go out?"
"Nothing we could say to stop you", snorted Derek, not very pleased by this turn of events.
/27th February – Jackson la Rue Dojo, New Athens\
The dojo was decorated in bright and weird colors. Trend didn't like it. But Sam did, so he lived with it. They were celebrating his birthday. Like always, his friends practically stumbled over each other trying to make it big. Sam, Sander and Marshall always tried to make up for Trend's lack of an own family. Well, technically speaking, Trend's birthday had been yesterday. 26th February. But seeing as Derek's birthday was the 29th February, they had started celebrating them together, from the 27th to the 28th, meeting in the middle, so to speak. So they wouldn't have to throw two big parties only shortly after each other. And since Trend rather spend his birthday all on his own, he didn't complain about the party being later. And due to Derek's actual birthday only being every four years, Derek had no complains either, since he couldn't celebrate on his real birthday most of the time anyway. So like every year for the past four years, the friends had gathered together for a big celebration. Of course the Sons of War – Marshall, Sander and Sam. They even flew in some Romans, like Sara Mers, Herc Grace and Loki Murdock. Then of course also Derek's other friends, Melissa Montgomery and Stella Ribeiro. To bring a little peace again, they had also invited Chuck, Vic, Jonas and Erik. Since Sam was now officially dating Jonas and thought it ridiculous that Erik had been in need of so much 'space'. Besides, Derek got along well with his exes (which seemed to be sort of his superpowers, mused Trend). There was lots of food, very loud music and too much Cola to be true. They were a bunch of teens on a sugar high.
Sam grinned softly as he looked at Sara, who was all over Marshall, being cuddly. His own boyfriend was with Erik, the two best friends trying to best Herc and Loki on a round of ping-pong. Derek, Stella, Melissa, Vic, Chuck, Trend and Sander were currently playing some kind of drinking game. All alcohol courtesy of Loki the local child of Mercury. Looking closely, he noted that the others weren't playing ping-pong but rather beer-pong. Sam snorted slightly and went outside. It wasn't anything hard, only beer, but still Sam wasn't much of a fan.
"Hey. Why are you outside?"
"Why are you? It's your birthday party", pointed Sam out and turned around to face Trend.
It was still very cold outside and they could even see their breath. He leaned against the balustrade with his arms, staring at the blonde. Trend shrugged and put his bottle onto the balustrade.
"It's getting loud in there and I just watched Sander and Stella heavily making out. Which was just weird. And I can't wait to tease him about it tomorrow", chuckled Trend.
He leaned next to Sam, staring out over the city. It was beautiful at night. Sam turned around to join him, their shoulders bumping. Sam was far more beautiful than the city, especially when he was illuminated by the moonlight like that. It made Trend's heart speed up.
"Sorry I didn't invite your current boyfriend. I don't have a number or name to go by", said Sam.
"It's because I'm single", replied the son of Athena, taking a sip of his beer.
"Really? That happens?", snorted Sam sarcastically.
Maybe he should slow down a little. He didn't want to look like a manwhore to Sam. It was just so much easier to drown his pain in sex than to actually think of why Sam wasn't ready to admit his feelings yet. Oh, Sam had feelings for him. Trend knew that. Sam blushed the most when it concerned Trend, especially so in a state of getting undressed after training. Sam also stared a lot when Trend was in said state of getting undressed. He was also the most touchy-feely around Trend. Sam was generally quite the hugger and such, but he sought most contact with Trend. And Derek, admitted Trend begrudgingly. But that was because Derek had basically trained Sam to do so. Not like a dog, but more... subconsciously. Just like Derek had made Sam come over to cook and clean for Derek. Derek knew how to make people do things. Another one of his superpowers, supposed Trend. Anyway, he knew that Sam at the very least liked him a lot more than a friend.
"Give me your jacket, I'm cold", demanded Sam as he snuggled up to Trend.
The son of Athena grinned and shed his jacket to place it on Sam's shoulders. He rested his arm around Sam's shoulders as he did so, pulling him a little closer. They enjoyed the view in silence for a few moments, only the sounds of their cheerful friends in the background could be heard.
"So you're dating Jonas now?", questioned Trend with a frown.
"It kinda happened", shrugged Sam, a faint pink on his cheeks. "But it's nice. We click better than Erik and me did, I guess. I like being with Jonas. He's kind of... easy."
Trend bit his cheek hard to keep from laughing. Easy was the right word to describe Jonas. The boy was a whore. Not that he was unfaithful, if he committed to someone then only to them. But he caved a cock and dominance like no one Trend had ever had beneath him.
"How's the sex?", asked Trend bluntly.
"W—We haven't done that yet", muttered Sam embarrassed. "We've only been dating for like two weeks! We only kissed and groped a little. Nothing... uhm... serious."
Trend grinned amused, ruffling Sam's mohawk. The son of Ares was just too cute to be true. Too bad he was now committed to someone else. But Trend had a feeling that wouldn't work out anyway. They were too different yet too much alike, but all in the wrong aspects. Which was fine, because Trend didn't plan for Sammy to find The One in anyone aside from him. And if, there was only one real rival he had and that was not Jonas.
"What are you two doing out here all alone? Are you conspiring? Come back inside, sweetheart, I don't want you to catch a cold. Also, we're playing spin the bottle. You'll participate. It's my birthday wish, how could you possibly deny me that?"
Derek grinned and batted his eyelashes at Sam until the son of Ares heaved a sigh and followed him back inside, grabbing Trend's hand to pull him along. And just like how Sam followed Derek, Trend followed Sam. In the end, that was what they often did. Always, actually.
/April 2030 – Sam's Apartment, New Athens\
Sam had bags under his eyes and was folded small. He had just woken up from another nightmare. Marshall wanted to stay in New Rome for this summer, to be with Sara. He kept having flashback when he had decided to stay in New Rome for a summer, to be with Sara. And the nightmares he had were horrifying. He hated to think about it. Sobbing a little strangled, he stood. When he closed his eyes, he could see Leroy's face again. He couldn't be alone at the moment. Grabbing Iggy and clutching the stuffed horse tightly to his midsection, he left his apartment. His hand was shaking a little when he lifted it to knock on the door opposite his own.
"Who the bloody hell dares to interrupt my beauty sle...", started Derek to bitch, just to freeze when he saw Sam and the tears on his cheek. "Oh, honey. What's wrong? Come inside, sweetheart."
He pulled Sam into a tight hug and maneuvered Sam toward the bed, pushing gently so the son of Ares would sit down. Sam sat a little stiff, his fingers clawed into the fabric of his toy. Derek looked at him concerned, unsure what to do with that.
"I'll make us a nice hot chocolate, mh?", suggested Derek softly. "You just sit and wait."
Sam nodded numbly and sat in silence for a while. "I'm sorry, for waking you. I just... had a stupid nightmare and didn't... want to be alone. It was silly. I thought you may still be awake. I'm sorry."
"Sweetheart, keep one thing in mind. You are always welcome", replied Derek when he returned with the two steaming mugs, handing one over to Sam. "Now, do you want to talk about it?"
Sam shook his head violently, legs pulled up, still holding onto Iggy with one hand while the other clutched the mug. Derek nodded in understanding and sat down next to the son of Ares. They drank their hot chocolate in silence and Derek wondered what to do next. When they were finished, he took Sam's mug and brought both back to his small kitchen-counter.
"Do you...", started Derek slowly. "If you want, you can stay the night. I can sleep on the floor."
"No. I mean, I want to stay, but..." Sam interrupted himself and blushed. "Can we cuddle, maybe?"
Derek grinned a little amused as he crawled into the bed next to the embarrassed son of Ares. He laid down next to Sam and laid his arms around the brunette. It was a little strange, Sam was pretty broad and muscular by now. The last time they had been like that, Sam had still been a weak, frail twelve-years-old. But even though he was quite strong on the outside by now, Derek understood that on the inside, Sam was still that afraid twelve-years-old. With a last kiss on Sam's cheek, he pulled the blanket up to cover them. Tugging Sam's head under his chin, he got more comfortable.
"Good night, cutie pie. I'll keep the nightmares away for you", promised Derek softly.
/May 2030 – Washington DC\
Jolene Raser was in Washington. Sam was on Easter break, so she had decided to invite him over. She missed her baby boy so much and she hated that she only got to see him so scarcely. But she knew this was for his best. She didn't drag him through the whole US anymore, he finally had a place to call home, had finally found a place where he belonged and where he was happy.
She smiled softly when she saw him curled together on the couch. Walking over, she brushed his hair out of his face and kissed his forehead. She couldn't believe that he was already nearly fifteen. Her precious, little baby boy. She could still remember the day he had been born, so tiny and cute.
"Oíche mhaith, a mhic mo chroí", whispered Jolene softly. [trans: Good night, my darling son]
Sam hummed in his sleep, snuggling closer together. She yawned and left to get to bed herself. Sam cracked one eye open to watch her go, smiling himself just a little bit. He was glad to be with his mom. She made him feel safe. And since Marshall had told them last week that he would be staying in New Rome, Sam was having nightmares again. Seeing Sara didn't do that, but hearing something like that – being reminded of that place, it made the nightmares return. He couldn't help but dream about when he had decided to stay the summer in New Rome for Sara. He kept dreaming about Leroy and what he did. Maybe being with his mom would make things better? Being with Derek had already helped, but he could hardly go over to Derek every time, so he hadn't come the following night after that first night. He tried to handle it on his own. It didn't work well. But even so, his body needed sleep. So while his mind desperately wanted for him to stay awake, to not go back to that horrible place, his body forced him to sleep.
He woke in the middle of the night when his mother shook him. Her face was marred by a concerned frown as she leaned down to brush the tears of his cheeks. At least she gave him enough time to catch his breath before she asked him what was wrong.
"Nothing... just... nightmare...", whispered Sam hoarsely. "All the monsters and stuff."
It was a white lie. He knew he'd break his mother's heart if he'd tell her the truth. She looked troubled but nodded. After all, she had nightmares about her own personal monsters too. In a way, both of them were fighting in a war against monsters. Just different kinds. And both brought home their nightmares and troubles. Smiling a sad, little smile, she took his head.
"You know what helps me when I can't sleep?", whispered Jolene softly. "I cook."
"You cook?", asked Sam confused as his mother led him to the kitchen.
"Yes", nodded Jolene and got some pots and pans out of the shelves. "It gives your mind something to focus on. And following orders, it's easy. Easier than thinking about... well, what's troubling you. Just focus on the instructions and go through the motions. It's very therapeutic, at least for me."
"Yeah...?", asked Sam unsure and in a small voice.
"Yeah", confirmed Jolene. "Now, how about I teach you some of my favorite recipes while you're staying with me? Mh, let mamaí teach you how to cook, buachaill ceansa?" [translate: mama; sweet boy]
"I'd like that. Thanks, ma", whispered Sam with the tiniest smile.
/June 2030 – Camp Half-Blood, Long Island, New York\
"Jonas, where are we going?", huffed Sam as he tried to follow his boyfriend through the woods.
"Just follow me!", ordered the blonde with a broad grin, tugging on Sam's hand.
The son of Ares did as he was ordered and followed, deeper and deeper into the woods. By the time they reached their destination, it was already dark and they would probably be in deep shit if someone was to catch them. Sam was surprised. A blanket was spread over the forest floor, candles placed around it and lit. And there was a tube of lube. Oh. Sam gulped.
"I... uhm... just thought... I mean, we've been dating for five months now, right? And we only just jerk each other off and give each other blowjobs. I want to feel you inside of me, Sam."
Both boys blushed at that. Jonas was right. They had been dating for a while now. And it was good, actually. The way things were. Sam had hoped he could push this whole in-and-out business away for a little later. But Jonas looked desperate. Taking a deep breath, Sam grabbed Jonas by the neck and pulled him into a harsh kiss. He should give his boyfriend what he wanted. So he did.
And it still sucked. He thought maybe it had been just because of Erik, but he still disliked it. He hated the feeling of a tight ass around his dick. And he hated doing all the work. Also, Jonas was a whimperer. He whined and whimpered and begged the whole time. Urgh. Sam headed for the showers right away, getting cleaned up. Feeling fresh again, he headed for his cabin. Okay, something was definitely off here. Sander looked depressed.
"San? Everything alright? What's up?", asked Sam concerned and sat down on Sander's bed.
Most others in the cabin were already sound asleep, snoring loudly. Sander shrugged, his arms wound around his legs, forehead resting on his knees. Sam frowned worried.
"Cal and Bia were on that quest, you know that, right? The one about the Leukrokottas, right?"
"Yeah", nodded Sam and gulped. "Did... Did something happen to them? Is your sister hurt?"
"Worse", mumbled Sander, sounding like he was suffering a lot.
"Mh? Worse? Oh gods. Is she dead?", asked Sam, his voice a mere whisper.
"No! When she and Bia were hunting those stupid lion-stags, they ran into the hunt. Like, The Hunt. The one led by Lady Artemis. And they teamed up to track them down and those stupid eternal virgins got into their heads and now Bia and Cal want to join the hunt!", exclaimed Sander.
"Oh...", whispered Sam and wrapped his arms around Sander, hugging him close. "I'm sorry."
/July 2030 – Camp Half-Blood, Long Island\
Sander was concerned for Donny. He knew that Bia was basically Donny's world. Sure, there was a whole bunch of other di Angelos, but Bia had always been Donny's protector. Sneaking into the Hades Cabin, he knew that Donny liked to hide there when he didn't want to be in the Poseidon Cabin with his siblings. The younger boy was sitting there, curled together on a bed.
"Hey, Donny", whispered Sander softly and sat down next to Donny.
Donny turned those large, sea-green eyes on him, lower lip quivering before he threw himself at Sander and sobbed into the brunette's chest. "She can't do that, right? She can't just join the hunt and leave me, right? Mom and dad won't allow that! Right? They're going to stay, they have to!"
"I don't know if our parents can do much about this", mumbled Sander with a frown. "They may be able to keep our sisters from doing it for a few weeks or months, but in the end, it's their decision, I guess... Not ours... We can just... try and convince them to stay..."
Sander knew he was rambling and he knew he was being a hypocrite by saying all of that since he himself just wanted Cal to stay. But this was Donny they were talking about and Donny was his frail, beautiful, wonderful, perfect, gorgeous, amazing... Donny. And he was insecure and dependent on those people he cared and valued, like Sander and Thea and most of all Bia.
Sander hummed softly and rocked Donny until the younger boy fell asleep in his arms.
/August 2030 – Camp Half-Blood, Long Island\
So Donny's focus was on begging Bia to stay. Sam's focus was on Jonas and trying to make it work (Sander noticed that for the past month, their relationship had gotten a little weird). Trend's focus was solemnly on training out of weird reasons. Marshall was spending the summer in Camp Jupiter to be with Sara. So the only one who had time for him really was Derek. And seeing Sander's kicked-puppy eyes, Derek took pity on his ex and allowed Sander to tag along as their mascot while Derek was hanging out with Melissa and Stella. Right now, Stella, Melissa and Derek were sitting together at the beach, watching how Sander and Victor Kruger tried to beat Chuck and Erik in a match of beach volleyball. What with Jonas being off to be with Sam, they were one player short and Sander was more than eager to fill that spot. Derek grinned amused as he watched.
"So... Stella, dear", started Derek, sucking on his pop-sickle. "Sander?"
"Mh?", yelped the daughter of Aphrodite high-pitched.
"My birthday party, when you were heavily making out with my ex-boyfriend", drawled Derek.
"You said he's not off-limits", shrugged Stella. "Besides, we were drunk and playing spin the bottle. So, get to the point, Rhys. Because that piece of ass is going to be mine next."
She grinned, a wicked and greedy expression like only children of Aphrodite could pull off.
"I just want to say that if you hurt my precious boy, I'll hurt you. Sander is one of the good guys, but he's also naive. So don't use him for some stupid Aphrodite-shit", warned Derek with a glare.
Stella grinned amused and leaned in to kiss his cheek. "I think it's sweet how you try to be all tough and 'I don't care about anybody' even though you clearly care. About more than just Sam."
Derek huffed and flipped her the bird. She grinned and hummed before running off toward the game. She caught the ball out of the air, causing the boys to complain. Then she walked over to Sander, kissed him on the lips and handed him the ball. His ears were a burning pink as he stared wide-eyed after her. Even long after she had left again.
"I think she broke him", laughed Melissa and nudged Derek.
"Poor, adorable little Sander", sighed Derek and shook his head. "I doubt he's man enough to handle a daughter of Aphrodite. But if he's feeling up to the task, I won't stop him."
"Poor bastard", agreed Melissa with an evil grin.
/September 2030 – Sam's Apartment, New Athens\
Sam was humming softly, cooking something that smelt absolutely delicious. Marshall was setting the table while Sander and Trend already sat there and waited. Trend smiled softly as he watched Sam cook. He loved to watch him cook. Sam always looked so serene when he was cooking. The four friends had decided to meet up, on the last day of summer, to talk. They wanted to hear what Marshall had to tell about New Rome, after all. How Sara, Herc and Loki were doing. Which he did. Not in many words, but that was Marshall's style, after all. Once he was done, he was more than eager to hear about their summer. Mainly so that he wouldn't have to talk anymore. He was proud to hear that Trend was focusing on his training more, instead of hopping from one pretty boy's bed to the next. The big guy had seriously gotten worried that Trend had some sex addiction going on or something like that. He was sad for Sander, that Cally would join the hunt and leave. It seemed that Clarisse Rodriguez and Percy di Angelo had managed to force their daughters into staying until after Christmas at least. It still sucked, having his twin being gone after the two had been so close for all of their lives. Sam was a little concerning, it seemed that his relationship with Jonas wasn't working all too well. It was too bad, Marshall had wished for Sam to finally find someone he could be happy with, at least for a while. It didn't have to be his future husband just yet, but someone who'd at least give Sam a little peace of mind.
"What else is bothering you, Sander?", asked Marshall concerned. "You look troubled."
"Huh? Uhm... nothing", yelped Sander with a bright blush.
"Nothing my ass", snorted Sam with a glare. "Spill it, Rodriguez."
"I kind of... uhm... well... On Trenek's birthday, I kinda kissed Stella", mumbled Sander.
Trend rolled his eyes annoyed at Sander's laziness. Just because he was too lazy to say 'Trend's and Derek's birthday', he didn't have to create horrible abominations of their names.
"Yes, we all saw that", nodded the blonde with another roll of his eyes. "So?"
"So we kissed again like two weeks ago", whispered Sander, beet red in the face.
"But... I don't get it. Were you drunk again?", asked Sam confused.
"No. She just walked up to me and kissed me", shrugged the other brunette flustered.
"But... I still don't get it. She's a girl", continued Sam, now even more confused. "With girl-parts."
"That was about the most immature thing I ever heard you say, Samuel", snorted Trend amused.
"Shut up", huffed Sam and hit him. "Girl parts are gross, that's not my fault."
"I take it back. That was the most immature thing I ever heard you say", laughed Trend.
Sander and Marshall joined in and the mood got a little lighter again. Sander relaxed some, at least until his three friends turned inquisitive eyes on him. He shifted uncomfortably.
"I... never said I'm gay...", shrugged Sander, decidedly not looking at them. "I like dudes. But I also like girls. They're pretty. I like pretty people, I don't care if they're boys or girls."
"Oh. Why... did you never say something?", asked Sam surprised.
"I don't know", shrugged Sander awkwardly. "I mean, you're gay and Trend is gay and Marshall is straight. It's like... you chose a direction you're going and I feel like I just... can't decide?"
"Dude, being bisexual doesn't mean you're indecisive", said Sam honestly, nudging him. "We wouldn't judge you for liking dudes and chicks. As long as it makes you happy, San."
"Sammy is right", agreed Trend, leaning back. "So does that mean Stella is your girlfriend now?"
"I dunno... We haven't talked about it yet...", shrugged Sander.
"Well, would you want her to be your girlfriend?", asked Sam with a grin.
"I dunno... I mean, she is the second prettiest girl at camp", mumbled Sander and blushed.
"Second?", chorused the other three Sons of War.
"After Bianca Maria", shrugged Sander, blush darkening.
"Oh", laughed Sam mischievously. "I get it. Because she's kind of a female version of Donny."
Sander's blush darkened even more, that being answer enough. Trend shook his head amused.
"So, do you want her to be your girlfriend? Aside from her being pretty", inquired Trend.
"She's nice and sweet and funny. I like that she has everything in pink. She looks like an exotic Barbie or something. It's kinda cute", replied Sander with a dopey grin.
"You do want her as your girlfriend", nodded Sam with a grin. "Then go and ask her out, idiot."
/October 2030 – Sam's Apartment, New Athens\
Sam was panting hard when he pulled out of Jonas. He collapsed on the bed while tying the condom and throwing it into the trash can. Leaning over, he tried to kiss Jonas, but the blonde turned away.
"What?", asked Sam confused. "Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you?"
"No, you were being a perfect gentleman and it was amazing. For me", replied Jonas and sat up, looking somewhere between angry and upset. "It's you. When we first started dating, I thought Erik had bullshitted me. But ever since we first had sex... You're not satisfied. You're not having any fun at all, are you? And it's a shitty feeling being unable to pleasure your lover!"
Sam heaved a sigh. The sex was the downside of being in a relationship. He had really cared about Erik, it had been fun with him. And he also cared about Jonas and liked how easy everything had been. At least until they had to have sex. Sex always ruined everything.
"You're breaking up with me, aren't you?", sighed Sam, running his fingers through his mohawk.
Jonas too sighed as he leaned over to kiss Sam's cheek. "I like you, a lot. And I like being with you. But... I can't be with you if I can't satisfy you. It's dragging me down and I don't like feeling inadequate, you know? Maybe... we can... stay friends?"
"We weren't really friends to begin with", snorted Sam and cocked one eyebrow, shaking his head. "Look, I get it. I'm not angry or shit. I'm just sorry I made you feel like shit. I didn't mean to."
"It's alright, darling", grinned Jonas and leaned in for a last kiss. "I... hope you find the right one. Someone who can make you feel as special as you made me feel. You're really good in bed, Sam. It's a shame you don't seem to have any fun while doing it."
/November 2030 – Athena Academy, New Athens\
"I don't get this shit", stated Sam from where he was leaning against the bleachers.
"Mh?", asked Sander, distracted by watching the cheerleaders hop around.
"Cheerleading!", replied Sam, waving one hand into the general direction of the pyramid Melissa, Rainbow and Stella were forming. "I mean, don't we have enough pedophiles in our country? Do we have to give them all of that? They're like fourteen and they wear skirts that don't even reach the middle of their thighs and even those flip up all the fucking time, showing off their panties. Which are designed to be shown off. And their shirts don't cover their midriff either. It's like out of a fucking jack-off page for pedophiles. And they start them girls even at a way younger age to do this shit. What for? Seriously. You could dance in an age appropriate outfit too. But they make kids walk around like skanks. Imagine a nine years old would come to her mommy and ask her to walk around in a belly tee and with a skirt that shows off her panties. The mom would be scandalized, if she got any brains left. But putting them on display in front of an audience with cameras? Yeah, great idea. Fucked up, if you ask me. Sure, college and senior high, okay, they're meant to be hot and turn dudes on, but them kids? I don't fucking get that shit."
Sander nodded absentmindedly, not really listening to his best friend because his girlfriend was jumping around in a short outfit, looking totally hot. He grinned happily when Stella ran up to him.
"Did you see me? Did you see me? Was I good? Did you like it?", asked Stella excitedly.
"You were awesome", grinned Sander and whirled her around before kissing her.
"Yeah, yeah, great hopping and jumping and shit. Can we go and eat lunch now?", grunted Sam.
Stella huffed and glared at him. The two of them did not get along at all. Much to Sander's dismay. But the son of Ares and the daughter of Aphrodite always edged on and fought, or glared. He didn't like what she did and how she did it, she didn't like what he did and how he did it.
/December 2030 – Central Park, New York\
An off-season quest. Sam wasn't sure if he really liked that. Especially since it was fucking winter and for once it was actually snowing in New York. Fuck this. They had to chase a fucking lion through the winter wonderland that was the Central Park. Official mortal news had it that a lion escaped from the zoo. Truth was, it was the Nemean Lion. How to kill a beast with indestructible fur? Yeah, Sam and Sander were trying to figure that out too.
Sam was going at the beast from behind, Sander from the front. The legacy of Hermes was tricky. He tried to distract the monster with a sleigh of hands or two, producing small bobs from nowhere and throwing them at the cat to cast smoke. It confused the giant kitty a great deal. Sam all the while used that moment of confusion to jump the monster from behind. Sitting on the lion's back, he used the Heart of War to ram it deep into the monster's eye, twisting it. The beast whined pitifully before it died. Sam huffed as he crashed onto the ground. Putting his double-edged sword away, he ran his fingers through the soft fur. The spoils of war. He grinned wickedly.
"You want to make a fur-coat for your Barbie?", asked Sam teasingly as he pulled Sander down.
The legacy grunted as he hit the fur and came to sit between Sam's knees. "No. You can keep it."
"We going to use it now? Always wanted to do it in a park", whispered Sam.
He held Sander by the collar and pulled him closer until his warm breath tickled Sander's ear. The legacy of Hermes shifted uncomfortably and leaned away when Sam tried to kiss him.
"Dude... I... I'm with Stella. I mean, so far when we did this stuff, we were both single", mumbled Sander awkwardly. "But now I got a girlfriend. And I don't cheat, you know?"
"Right", nodded Sam and gulped, feeling guilty. "Sorry. I know. I mean, I really am sorry. I didn't mean to... it's just... what we do when we slay a monster, so I thought... I don't know..."
"I'm sorry, Sam", whispered Sander, looking like a kicked puppy. "I don't want to hurt your feelings or anything, but I also don't want to hurt Stella. I really like her and all... Are you angry?"
"Fuck you", huffed Sam and hit his best friend upside the head. "Fucking moron. Of course I'm not angry. You got a girlfriend and we're just friends with benefits anyway. Girlfriend tops that. And I really didn't think. I didn't want to put you into an awkward position. Look, it's fine. I gotta learn how to control that... stuff anyway. Won't always be on a mission with a hot, willing guy who wants to give me a blowjob, right? So yeah, it's kinda like... training for me. Staying strong and shit."
"Fuck off", snorted Sander amused and stood, offering Sam a hand. "Let's get back home."
Sam grabbed the golden fur and threw it over his shoulder before heading over to Fighter and Trickster, together with Sander. The two pegasi were standing at a safe distance, waiting for their companions to return. Sam smiled softly as he saw his oldest friend, caressing her mane.
"Hello, gorgeous. Are you cold? Look, I got a new fur", offered Sam and placed the fur on her back before climbing on top of her himself. "Better, huh? I know you don't like the cold, my lady."
"You and that horse", snorted Sander amused and shook his head.
"Don't say the wrong thing now, fucker", warned Sam as the four ascended into the air.
"Just saying. If that horse were a girl, you would totally be straight", grinned Sander teasingly.
"Fuck off", huffed Sam. "She's like an aunt or something, you moron."
"Your aunt is a horse?", laughed Sander.
"Your Disney Princess' uncles are horses! Even two of them!", pointed Sam out with a deadpan.
"Oh", mumbled Sander and made a face. "You're right. Ew. Weird."
"Uhu", agreed Sam mischievously.
"You're such an ass", sighed Sander and shook his head. "How do I get that out of my head?"
"You started it. Now shut up and fly faster, or Fighter and I are going to kick your ass!"
"You wish!", huffed Sander and leaned down some. "Come on, Trick. We won't let them win."
"Not a matter of you wanting to 'let' us win", smirked Sam and dashed off.
Author's note: Next chapter will REALLY be the last. It'll feature Chuck/Sam, Trend and Derek hooking up out of despair and since it's the last also some Donny! It'll be a direct tie-in to "Chasing Fireflies".