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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, oral, abuse, rape (mentioned), hetero
Main Pairing: Trend/Derek/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
Ninth Partition: The Last Year
/31st March 2031 – Sam's Apartment, New Athens\
It was midnight and Sam had just been in the middle of a fucking awesome dream about My Little Pony (not that he would admit that out loud). He had been on the Apple farm, during apple bucking season, helping Braeburn and Big Mac out. Pinkie Pie had just interrupted them with a song and thanks to whoever was knocking like a lunatic on his door, he would never know the lyrics!
"What the fuck?!", growled the son of Ares with a dark glare as he opened the door.
Seriously, what the fuck. Because the next second, he had a drunk Sander in his arms, kissing him aggressively. Sam blinked a couple of times and pushed the other off, glaring. Sander looked determined and upset and very, very horny. Stepping aside, Sam maneuvered his best friend inside.
"I'm sixteen", declared Sander upset. "Today's my sixteenth birthday and Stella broke up with me like five hours ago. Says she's too much of an Aphrodite-girl to stay with me. Said she's sorry and all. I'm sixteen and I don't even get my birthday-blowjob because my girlfriend broke up with me!"
Sam heaved a sigh and sat down next to Sander on the couch. "Happy birthday, dick-head."
"Thanks", muttered Sander, turning puppy-eyes on Sam.
"Fuck off, I'm not going to give you that birthday-blowjob", snorted Sam.
"Come on!", whined Sander. "Have pity! Stella wasn't into giving head. I haven't been blown since the last time you blew me. Please, you give the best head I ever had."
"You're drunk. You'd regret it in the morning", sighed Sam and shook his head.
"Didn't regret it when we were on a quest", countered Sander daringly, leaning in some. "Come on, three months ago you wanted to blow me even though I had a girlfriend. We're friends with benefits, right? And we're both single. Please, I really want a birthday-blowjob."
While saying that, Sander peeled his shirt off in slow motion, purposely flexing those impressive muscles of his. His body was littered in scars, but damn did they make him even hotter. Sam licked his lips. It had been a while since he had last had a piece of meat in his mouth. Not that he was a sex-addict or anything, but he did like a nicely sized cock. Besides, it wouldn't be the first time he'd have Sander's down his throat. Heaving a sigh, he unbuttoned Sander's jeans. The other boy gave a happy yelp, like a little kid who just got candy. Opening up wide, he licked his lips. Sander did have a beautiful cock. A manly cock. Not like Jonas, who had been all shaved up. Was it very hypocritical of Sam to complain about that? He shaved himself too, after all. Still, he kind of liked combing through his lover's happy-trail. Grinning slightly, he bobbed his head. Sander moaned as Sam tickled the spot between Sander's cock and balls with the tip of his tongue.
"Mh... A—ah, Sam", gasped Sander, fingers clawed into Sam's mohawk.
Sam knew how to make him come. Blowjobs were the only thing about sex he was good at and enjoyed. Maybe he should just stick with oral in his next relationship? He swallowed hard when Sander came in his mouth. Licking his lips, he lifted his head off Sander's lap.
"Happy birthday, moron", whispered Sam against Sander's lips, kissing him softly.
"Can I crash here?", asked Sander and yawned. "Cal and me got hammered together and then the fucking hunt came back to pick her up again..."
Sam hummed softly. So that was why Sander was angry and drunk and here. Not because of Stella. He hadn't been in love with Stella. But because he had seen his sister again, just to have her leave. Again. It had been three months now since Bianca Maria and Cally had joined the hunt and Sander wasn't dealing all too well. Sam could only guess how well the sensible Disney Princess was handling it. Getting up, he laid one of Sander's arms around his shoulders and guided Sander over to the bed, where the other boy collapsed face-first. With his bare butt sticking up, boxers and jeans hanging in his knees. Grinning amused, Sam peeled the jeans off and pulled the boxers back up. He then nudged Sander a little so the brunette fell over to his side. Yawning, Sam climbed in next to his best friend and snuggled up to the legacy of Hermes.
"But tonight's still on, right?", asked Sam, his head on Sander's chest.
"I guess. I mean, you guys planned me a surprise-party, right?", shrugged Sander.
"It's going to be weird though. Having Stella there, if she broke up with you", added Sam.
"She broke up with me because I spend all my time with Donny since our sisters joined the hunt. I get it. I don't love her and she knows it and an Aphrodite-girl doesn't take well to playing second violin", shrugged Sander, combing his fingers through Sam's mohawk. "I'm not really angry at her."
Sam nodded slowly and closed his eyes. "Sleep some, fucker. You gotta get drunk again tonight."
/That Night – Jackson la Rue Dojo, New Athens\
The dojo was packed. One of the training rooms was laid out with sleeping bags, pillows and blankets, the other was set with tables and loud music was playing. The awesome thing about having a mother who owned a dojo. Lots of space for sleepover birthday parties.
Sam let his eyes sweep through the room as he leaned against a wall with a beer in his hand.
Marshall and Sara were, like always, using the opportunity of seeing each other to suck faces. They were half laying on the top of a ping-pong table and Sam wondered how long that poor thing could support Marshall's weight before splitting. The guy had more muscles than anyone else Sam knew. Herc was with Loki, Trend and Sander, playing beer pong, with Erik playing sports commentator. Loki's girlfriend Blance stood a little aside, talking to Nico Zhang and Thea Chase while watching the boys. And Donny. The di Angelo stood a little awkwardly around, obviously feeling uncomfortable at the party. Derek, Stella and Melissa were dancing on a table close by, which may also be the cause for Donny's uncomfortableness. The interesting thing were Victor Kruger and Jonas Meyer though, because the blonde son of Enyalios was straddling Victor's lap, while the son of Hephaestus had his tongue down Jonas' throat. That was new. And kind of hot.
"Jealous?", asked an amused voice.
Sam jumped a little and spilled some beer over his shirt. Cursing to himself, he turned to glare at the one who had interrupted him. Charles. Well, Chuck. The blonde son of Apollo had only gotten hotter with the years. Sam still remembered three years ago, when Sander had first pointed out that Chuck had been hitting on Sam. But that had only been four months after Leroy and Sam had by far not been ready to date or even think about another guy wanting him. And then things had just... never happened. Never fit. Either one of them had a partner, or they just didn't get around to being close to each other. Or alone. Or in the right mood or setting or whatever.
"Not really. Already been there. Didn't work out", grunted Sam and turned to leave. "I'll get changed. This shit is sticky as fuck. And cold. If you'd excuse me."
But the blonde followed him. Sam didn't mind, or worry. Or think anything of it. He just stripped off his shirt once he was in the other room and started rummaging through his backpack.
"I wasn't talking about Jonas", continued Chuck. "I know you're more into the broader and more muscular guys. Like Vic. Not sure why you've been dating Erik and Jonas though, because they're the least defined sons of a war god you could find, really."
"They looked pretty beneath me", shrugged Sam nonchalantly.
"We both know that's bull, Sam", chuckled the son of Apollo. "I'm friends with both of them. How often do you think I had to listen to their complains because they couldn't... satisfy you."
"You calling me a bad fuck?", asked Sam in a demanding voice.
"Nothing the like. They were always very... satisfied", replied Chuck and walked up to Sam. "You don't like topping. That's nothing to be ashamed of, Sam, you know. Jonas doesn't like topping either, it's why he enjoys having his legs up in the air so much."
"I don't do bottoming", growled Sam defensively and stood, tall and straight and with his chest out.
"That's... interesting", nodded Chuck curiously, looking Sam up and down. "Let's say you wouldn't have to do either then. No sex at all even, if that's what you want. But I want you. You fascinate me and I've been watching for a while now. I'm ready for as much as you want, if you want."
"You sure about that?", asked Sam with one cocked eyebrow. "You sure you can take a relationship without fucking? Because Jonas couldn't. He'd been craving a cock after a few months. You'd be craving an ass after a while too and then you'll break up with me because you want more."
Chuck smirked, a challenging expression. One of his arms sneaked around Sam's waist, the other hand took Sam's shirt out of his hand and dropped it onto the floor before pulling Sam close.
"Try me", dared the son of Apollo, his lips a breath apart from Sam's.
Sam's breath hitched. He could kiss Chuck. He had wanted to kiss Chuck for a while now. The blonde was hot. Very hot. And honestly, Sam had a feeling that if he wasn't finding a... better boyfriend soon, he would be ending up hooking up with Sander, because if a drunken Sander came stumbling into his apartment now when he wanted a blowjob, they were dangerously close to falling into a relationship. And they had tried a date before, they weren't romantically compatible. This would ruin everything. His relationship with Sander was too important to be ruined by romance though. So Sam leaned in and closed his eyes, enjoying the way Chuck's lips moved.
/April 2031 – Sam's Apartment, New Athens\
Being with Chuck was new. They had been on three dates now – cinema, dinner, walk around the lake in Demeter Park. The last one being what they had just come home from. Because it started raining and now both of them were soaked wet. Sam's building was closer than Chuck's, so Sam had invited him over for a shower and a hot chocolate.
"You can shower first", offered Sam, motioning for the bath once they were inside.
"We could... shower together", suggested Chuck and slowly shed his clothes.
Damn, that was one hot piece of man. Tall, broad, with light, yellow hair and sky-blue eyes. Sam licked his lips at the wet, delicious, muscular body in front of him. Chuck smirked and hooked his fingers into Sam's jeans to pull him up against his naked chest. Sam gasped and stared up at his boyfriend, all too willing to kiss him passionately. Sam moaned into the kiss and fought with his jeans. He had never been more eager to be naked with a guy. Well, aside from Sander.
"Okay. We can shower together", nodded Sam and licked his lips.
Both of them were naked and Chuck could feel himself getting hard when he followed Sam into the bathroom, his eyes fixed on that hot, bronze-skinned bubble-butt. Sam was one of the most beautiful guys Chuck had ever seen. And the image of Sam soaping himself up under the shower was quite inspiring too. Grinning to himself, the blonde climbed in to join Sam.
"Need help with the back?", offered the son of Apollo heatedly.
Sam nodded and handed the body wash over. Chuck's broad, strong hands worked the hard muscles.
"Need help with the boner?", retorted Sam once Chuck was finished.
"What?", grunted the blonde stunned, staring a little wide-eyed.
"I don't take it up the ass", whispered Sam into Chuck's ear. "But I do take it down the throat."
"Well then, be my guest", grunted the son of Apollo and gulped.
He had to lean against the tiles as Sam gave him head. He'd had a lot of blowjobs already, but the things Sam's mouth did to him was more amazing than some of the fucks he already had. And when Sam actually swallowed, Chuck thought he could get hard again. The way a little bit of cum was dripping down Sam's chin looked tempting. Grinning at the blonde, Sam leaned in for a kiss.
"If that's the only kind of sex you're into, I think I can live with that", panted Chuck.
"We'll see", hummed the son of Ares enigmatically and turned off the water before grabbing two towels. "Get dried up. I want cuddles. And hot chocolate."
Chuck rubbed himself dry while Sam fixed them two hot chocolates and then collapsed on his own bed, still butt-naked. Chuck raised one eyebrow, indicating down to his own nakedness.
"Yes, you're naked. Now get into this bed", ordered Sam and snuggled up into the covers.
Chuck grinned amused and obeyed, laying one arm around Sam's waist to pull him close and taking the mug of chocolate with his other hand. Sam hummed softly, his head resting on Chuck's shoulder. The blonde thought that the mohawked head fit pretty perfectly under his chin.
/May 2031 – Derek's Apartment, New Athens\
Derek cocked one unimpressed eyebrow as he stared over at his pacing guest. He was pretty sure that Trend Austin had never been to his apartment before, but here he was, pacing around.
"Is there a reason you're here or do you just enjoy walking a hole into my carpet, Trend?"
"Sammy's actually happy with Smith. I saw them together the other day, at Katie's Salad Bar. Laughing and looking all... in love and all", grunted the son of Athena displeased, still pacing.
"I'm aware of that", muttered Derek with a dark glare. "No need to remind me."
"No, you don't understand", said Trend and shook his head. "I want to get Sam the perfect birthday present. Something Smith can't top, so Sam realizes that he's not that perfect of a boyfriend."
"Why are you telling me that?", asked Derek and cocked one eyebrow.
"Because we're going to pick it out together. We can give it to him together. Who knows Sam and his desires and wants better than you and me? If we put our heads together, we'll find the perfect present and then the game's back on track. Back where it always belonged. Between you and me."
"The enemy of my enemy is my friend, or what?", chuckled Derek amused. "I like that. You and me, conspiring together to kick Charlie-boy out of the competition."
The two exchanged a mean smirk, making them look like they were plotting world domination.
/29th June 2031 – Jackson la Rue Dojo, New Athens\
Clarisse Rodriguez should probably contemplate renting her dojo out to birthday parties. Sam liked the way the dojo looked, all decorated for his birthday. SAMMY'S SWEET SIXTEEN was written on a banner hanging over the entrance. Sam grinned a little. They were all already pretty wasted, all his friends sprawled out everywhere. He had already gotten most of his presents. Aside from those he was most curious about. Derek and Trend had been whispering all evening, which in itself was unsettling, because those two didn't get along. With a curious expression on his face did he approach the two, placing one hand on a shoulder of theirs, poking his head in.
"I want my presents. Now", demanded Sam with a broad grin.
"Present. Singular", corrected Derek, returning the grin. "We got you something together."
Sam cocked one eyebrow and made grabby motions. Derek grinned fondly at that. Sam was just too adorable. Trend shook his head, smiling to himself. How could Sam be that cute? Both of them grabbed the box and handed it over to Sam. Others, like Sander, Marshall and Sara, caught on with Sam getting more presents, so they piled around them, curious too. Sam yelped.
"This is wicked!", gasped Sam and held the red leather jacket up.
He hastily put it on. It was cut tight, going with the curve of his body in a nice way. There was fur rimmed around the edges, but not fluffy or girly, more in a dangerous way. Sam grinned broadly.
"It's the Nemean lion fur you had laying around in your apartment", said Trend.
"We brought it to the Beauty Pearl Boutique and Miss Tanaka turned the lion skin into leather, dyed it red, kept some lines of fur for the additions there", added Derek with a smirk.
"Since its the lion skin that's indestructible, this jacket still holds the same magic as the fur did. Just less... furry, so to speak", said Trend. "We figured this would be more your style than a pelt."
"Awesome, awesome, awesome!", chanted Sam and jumped both of them, hugging them close.
"This is totally awesome", muttered Sander wide-eyed. "I wanna have one too!"
"You didn't want to keep the fur!", chimed Sam and stuck his tongue out at Sander. "Thank you so much, this is so freaking wicked! I fucking love this thing!"
He kissed Trend's cheek and Derek's cheek and hugged them some more. Both looked extremely pleased with themselves, each having one arm around Sam's waist. Chuck frowned as he watched them. He knew what kind of intentions both of them had with his boyfriend. He was just grateful that Sam was exactly oblivious enough not to notice when someone was into him. Now Chuck just had to make sure those two would know that Sam was his right now.
"Chuisle, I have a present for you too", declared Chuck and walked over to the three hugging boys.
"What's a chissle?", whispered Sander confused.
"It means darling, you dork", snorted Sam and hit Sander upside the head.
"In what language?", grunted Sander doe-eyed.
"Irish, dude. Chuck's from Athlone, I'm from Dublin", replied Sam and rolled his eyes. "Present?"
Chuck smirked amused, laying one arm around Sam's waist to pull him close. "It's my grandmother who's from Athlone actually, but yeah. And here's your present, chuisle. Enjoy it."
Sam looked curious (as curious as the others around them; Vic and Stella had joined them too by now), ripping the envelope open and gasping. "You've got to be fucking kidding me."
Trend glared and looked over Sam's shoulder at the two... flight tickets to Hawaii? Frowning confused, he turned to exchanged a look with Derek, but the son of Demeter looked as confused.
"You said your mother is stationed in Hawaii again and you said you're saving up for college, so I figured maybe you'd like a two week trip to visit her? I talked to Chiron to get us out of camp for the first two weeks and since you're such a good, strong hero, he agreed. I'm sure you'll protect me from any evil Hawaiian monster too, right, Sam?", asked Chuck softly, kissing his boyfriend.
"Thank you, so much! This is the best!", exclaimed Sam, his arms tightly around Chuck's neck as he pulled the taller boy into a heated, passionate kiss. "Fuck, thanks. You're awesome."
A couple of minutes later found Derek and Trend standing on the balcony together, drinking beer and sharing a joint (courtesy of Melissa Montgomery). Puffing the white smoke into the air, Derek sighed. Trend grunted in agreement, bumping shoulders with Derek.
"The mom-card. How did he get to pull the mom-card?", grunted Derek annoyed.
"Mom beats material stuff all the time, especially with Sammy. He loves his ma", sighed Trend.
"Do you think we like... lost him? For good?", asked Derek with a frown.
"They've been dating for four months now. Don't lose hope just yet", snorted Trend.
"Him and Erik lasted for only three months", pointed the son of Demeter out.
"And him and Jonas lasted for eight months", countered Trend. "By the end of the year, this will be over, I tell you. They're all not made for Sam. At the end of the day, it comes down to you and me."
"I hope you're right", muttered Derek with a glare.
/July 2031 – Hawaii\
Jolene smiled where she laid propped up on her elbows on a beach towel, letting the sun warm her. The blonde guy was nice to look at and he made Sam smile. He had spend the money to fly both of them over so Jolene got to see her baby, so in her books, he was a catch.
"Oh, baby, I forgot! Your uncle send me this, to give you", exclaimed Jolene and sat up.
She leaned over the basket of goods they had brought with them to the beach, rummaging through it. She held up a card and a small box. Chuck grinned as he watched how giddy Sam was. But then he had the box open and looked extremely confused. A key? He took the card and turned it around a few times. There was a motor bike, a really hot, red motor bike, on it, with HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SAM in red letters on it. On the backside it red Enjoy it, love uncail Liam.
"I don't get it", admitted Sam confused.
"Keys. And a picture of a bike, reading you're supposed to enjoy it", listed Chuck. "Think."
"You mean... uncle Liam got me a bike?", yelped Sam, turning hopeful eyes on his mom.
"He did, against my better judgment", sighed Jolene. "It's waiting for you at the mansion."
"Fuck! This is definitely the best fucking birthday ever!", exclaimed Sam, fist-bumping the air. "Can I turn sixteen more often, please? Presents this year are totally rocking."
"I'm glad you're happy, chuisle", whispered Chuck and kissed Sam's cheek.
The son of Ares hummed contently and snuggled up to his boyfriend, eyes closed and a smile plastered on his face. Jolene grinned slightly as she watched the boys. They were so cute!
/August 2031 – Miami, Florida\
"Sam? Would you mind concentrating on the fight, please?", groaned Sander, wincing.
They were on a quest, again. An Ampisbaina harassing tourists in Miami. At least the beach was nice. Sam winced as he lifted his arm, wielding the Heart of War. He had dislodged his shoulder earlier. Gritting his teeth, he lunged at the two-headed serpent. One head on each side of the snake. Sander was busying himself with the other head. The problem was, they needed to cut off both heads at the same time. Taking a deep breath, Sam gave Sander the signal and they cut, at the exact same moment. The serpent turned into dust with a last whine. Two poisonous teeth remained.
"Sweet", grinned Sander and picked up the teeth. "Blowjob?"
Sam snorted while Sander put the teeth away, whistling for their pegasi. "My blowjob is waiting at camp. You know, my boyfriend. Yeah, payback is a bitch, dude. Now come, I want to get back."
"You and Chuck, you're really serious, aren't you?", grinned Sander and climbed on Trickster.
"He's awesome", grinned Sam happily. "And ma liked him too."
"Fuck off, you're really serious, huh?", laughed Sander.
The heroes were better organized than they used to be during the days of Percy Jackson. There were plenty of quests, to slay monsters. But only the big heroes got the big quests. Sam and Sander. When a big-ass monster was spotted somewhere, they were send out. And when they returned, others already awaited them, cheering. They actually had fangirls and fanboys by now. But Sam pushed past them toward the infirmary, where his boyfriend was already sitting, looking concerned.
"Hey, darling. Are you alright?", asked Chuck softly.
"Dislodged my shoulder. Make it good again and cuddle me", ordered Sam with a frown. "No, wait. Make it good again, blow me and then cuddle me. Yeah, I like that order more."
"Kiss first", grinned Chuck amused and sealed Sam's lips.
/September 2031 – Di Angelo Household, New Athens\
Sander shifted a little uncomfortably, staring up at Nico and Percy with wide eyes. Percy was pacing the room, constantly running his fingers through his hair. Nico was just generally glaring.
"We're worried about Donny", started the son of Hades, leaning forward.
"He's always been a loner...", drawled Percy, looking upset. "But I feel that he's been shutting himself off even more since Bianca joined the hunt last year. It's... getting worse, right?"
He turned those large, sea-green eyes on Sander, making the boy even more uncomfortable. "She was his favorite person, I guess. And now she's gone. He's taking it worse than I take losing Cally, I guess. He's just... having trouble adjusting, is all. Give him time."
"We've given him months to adjust!", grunted Nico with a glare. "It's been over a year now and instead of better, it only gets worse. And it's not like he talks. To us, or his siblings. Or anyone. We've tried everything, letting him spend the summer in New York with his grandparents, trying the mortals to talk with him. He won't open up to anyone."
"We even tried a psychologist! Having Will counsel him, doesn't work", groaned Percy. "And it's not like he has a lot of hobbies to take his mind off this. What... What can we do?"
"Why are you asking me?", asked Sander wide-eyed.
"The only ones he really talks to are you and Thea", replied Percy softly. "We're at the end. We've tried absolutely everything during the past months. We don't know what to do anymore. I think my baby boy is slipping into a depression of sorts. And I want to help my baby."
"I don't think it's that bad", frowned Sander thoughtful. "I mean, sure, he's down, but he's strong. You just, I don't know, find a way for him to talk about it, somehow."
"I told you, he's a kid, he won't help", sighed Nico annoyed.
"Well, it's not like there's a therapy group for brothers of huntresses", muttered Percy, equally annoyed. "If so, you and Jason would be the presidents of that club."
"True that", snorted Nico amused.
"Then why don't you talk to him instead?", asked Sander softly. "I mean, you want him to talk, but maybe he doesn't want to talk. Why don't you tell him how you felt when your sister joined the hunt? You've been at the same place as him, maybe he'll talk then."
"My sister died not even two weeks after she joined the hunt", deadpanned Nico with a glare. "I doubt that will be a good idea. It'll only make him shut down more. We try not to talk about it."
"Uhm... Yeah, understandable...", nodded Sander awkwardly. "And Jason? His sister is still alive and a huntress. Maybe that will help Donny settling with things?"
"Worth a shot", sighed Nico. "I'll call the Graces, ask if Donny can stay for winter break."
"And if that doesn't work?", questioned Percy with a glare.
"We make him talk, lock him into this house with us", grunted Nico before turning toward Sander. "You're dismissed for now, but you better make sure to keep him safe this summer again, mh, boy?"
"O—Of course, sir. Always", nodded Sander hastily.
/Halloween, October 2031 – Chuck's Apartment, New Athens\
Sam was dressed as a tiger, with fake tail and ears and with make-up stripes. Skin-tight black leather pants, tiger-striped shirt. Chuck next to him was dressed as a lion, with a mane and everything. They had gone trick or treating and were on a party with the others, but at the end of the night, they stumbled into Chuck's apartment, Sam's hands already down Chuck's pants.
"Someone's all hard for me", purred Sam with a wicked grin. "You want a blowjob?"
"I want to give you a blowjob, Sam", grunted Chuck and threw Sam onto the bed.
The son of Ares laughed softly and shrugged out of his pants, Chuck was more than willing to help him. Sam laid back, legs spread for better access. Chuck's mouth was on him in seconds. It's been months now and so far, Chuck was really content with just getting and giving head, or jerking each other off. This was the best relationship so far. For the first time, Sam was really happy. Whimpering softly, he came down the blonde's throat. Chuck licked him clean before laying down next to Sam, kissing the son of Ares softly. Their breath mingled as they both panted.
"Is tú mo ghrá", whispered Chuck softly. "You... don't have to say it back just yet, Sam. Just... I love you and I want you to know that I love you. I can wait until you're ready to say it too."
"Oh... Okay...", nodded the son of Ares doe-eyed, snuggling up to Chuck. "Okay."
/November 2031 – Raser Mansion, England\
"I'll take you on for a race", declared Selene as she put on a helmet.
She was sitting on a pink Ducati. Sam was sitting on his red one, smirking wickedly. He was wearing his read Nemean lion skin leather jacket, which fit perfectly to his bike.
"I'll win, cunt", countered Sam. "And when I do, I get your dessert."
"Fuck you", laughed Selene and started her bike.
Both of them raced off, with Lene, Leah and Lara giggling and cheering them on. Riding his bike was nearly as much of a free feeling as flying his pegasus. It was the closest a mortal would ever get to flying a pegasus. Since he had experience riding one of those, he won the race with ease.
"Hah! Fuck you!", exclaimed Sam, fist-bumping the air. "I win your dessert!"
"You're so full of shit", snorted Selene amused, nudging him. "Come on, pool."
"Fuck yes", agreed Sam and peeled his jacket off, placing it on his bike.
On their way to the pool, they shed their clothes and placed them all over the mansion. By the time they reached the pool, they were both down to their underwear, laughing at each other.
"That thing is stuffed! I knew your cup-size is fake!", exclaimed Sam.
"Fuck you! You have ponies on your boxers!", countered Selene with a snicker.
Both jumped head first into the pool, splashing water out. They swam a couple of rounds through the pool before pausing, leaning against the fringe. Selene rested her head on her arms, looking over at Sam with her dark, green eyes. Sam returned the look, with the same eyes.
"So... Boyfriend?", asked Selene softly. "What was his name again?"
"Chuck", replied Sam, equally softly. "What about him?"
"He treating you good?", asked Selene.
"Yeah. He's nice. Tender. Funny. Cool. Accepting", answered the son of Ares.
"Good in bed?", continued his cousin curiously.
"Fuck you", muttered Sam and blushed. "I guess. I mean, yeah. We're doing good. Done with the pseudo-sisterly behavior? It totally freaks me out, Sel."
"Fuck you too", laughed Selene and dunked him. "I just want my baby bro be safe!"
"Urgh, you're the worst", grinned Sam affectionately. "Okay, so... he's pretty cool, especially with me. And... uhm... H—He... told me he loved me the other day... on... Halloween."
"What? Details! Now!", exclaimed Selene giddily. "Tell me, when, how, what exactly."
"He blew me, after our Halloween party and when we cuddled afterward, he just... told me he loved me", shrugged Sam, blushing a little. "Told me he loved me and said that it's okay. That I don't have to say it back, that he can wait for me to return his feelings and all... And then we cuddled."
"Mh... So... Do you return his feelings?", asked Selene concerned.
"Not sure", shrugged Sam, frowning a little. "I mean, he's great, but..."
"So no, okay", nodded Selene, ruffling Sam's mohawk. "Well, then... just wait and enjoy, Sam."
/New Year's Eve, December 2031 – Jackson la Rue Dojo, New Athens\
They were throwing a big new year's party at the dojo. Donny was sitting in a corner with Sander, whispering and giggling. They had gotten closer as friends since their sisters had joined the hunt. Before that, Sander had always been too awkward to really be friends with Donny. Thea and Herc were close by, Thea occasionally interjecting to their conversation, but mostly kissing Herc.
Marshall was with Sara, Joe, Blance, Nico, Mel and Stella, watching how the girls played some sort of drinking game, but mostly trying to steal kisses from Sara. Loki was playing the DJ, talking to Erik, who was more than eager to ask everything about Romans (he was talkative when drunk). Vic and Jonas were in a corner, making out.
And then there were Chuck and Sam. Derek and Trend exchanged a disgusted look from where they stood on the balcony, watching how Sam was sitting on Chuck's lap, with his arms around the blonde's shoulders, his tongue so deep down Chuck's throat, he was basically kissing the dude's ass.
"They won't last to the end of the year?", grunted Derek, imitating Trend.
"Fuck off", grunted Trend, emptying his bottle. "I wouldn't have thought they'd be this... happy."
"First time I ever heard you curse", pointed the son of Demeter out. "What do we do now?"
"Truce?", suggested Trend softly. "I'm sick and tired of fighting. I think we actually work good together, so how about... you and me, just until Sam and Chuck finally break it off?"
"You mean... together?", grunted Derek with a frown. "You and me? As a... couple?"
"We've both been screwing around because Sam's been blue-balling us. How about we settle for each other until Sam breaks it off, that way none of us it at an advantage once that happens?", offered Trend. "We'd both get sex, maybe get Sam jealous if he thinks we settled for good?"
"Whatever, I haven't gotten laid in entirely too long", shrugged Derek, grabbing Trend by the collar and pulling him in for a harsh kiss. "Happy New Year's, sucker."
The fireworks got off in the background and Trend could see Chuck and Sam kissing again. So he wrapped his arms around Derek's waist and pulled him in for a longer kiss.
/January 2032 – Derek's Apartment, New Athens\
Derek moaned, his head thrown back while Trend's gigantic dick did things to him that no guy ever had done before. The moment the blonde came, hitting Derek's prostate hard, the son of Demeter was completely content with their arrangement. Moaning softly, he too came, ruining his sheets.
"Your dick is amazing", commented Derek when the blonde pulled out. "Fuck."
"Thanks", chuckled the son of Athena amused and collapsed next to Derek. "You're not bad yourself. Tighter than I would have thought, considering what a little slut you are."
"I don't always bottom with the guys I sleep with", shrugged Derek.
"Mh. Wouldn't have taken you for a top", stated Trend, his arms behind his head. "With who?"
"With every one of them. Jonas is a total bottom, he never tops. Erik's a switch too, so we took turns. Vic was a sole top, guess it was why we didn't last that long. Sander's an adorable bottom, always very flustered, but he's also a good top", replied Derek with another shrug.
"Interesting", nodded Trend thoughtful. "What do you think Sam's like in bed...?"
"Mh... good question...", nodded Derek and licked his lips, snuggling up to Trend. "I know he's a bottom. Talked to Jonas and Erik a lot about their sex with Sam. He's not satisfied when he tops."
"Seriously?", snorted Trend, cocking one eyebrow.
"They're talkative when they're tied to the bed", shrugged the son of Demeter.
"Well, you going to tell me, or keep it to yourself?", asked Trend unimpressed, nudging his lover.
"They say he's a dedicated lover and all, got them totally knocked out with pleasure, but he never really... looked comfortable himself. It's why they broke it off", replied Derek. "Because they felt as though they didn't satisfy him and that sucks, I know. So I think that he's a bottom. I've seen it before, just the other way around. A top with a dick up his ass, looking uncomfortable and not really getting off. I think he's a bottom who's trying to be a top."
"Sounds good enough for me", nodded Trend thoughtful.
"You know what I want to do to him?", continued Derek, turning onto his stomach, crossing his arms over Trend's chest, staring into those dark, storm-gray eyes. "You know how he always smells like milk and honey? I want to draw him a bath of hot milk and then I just want to watch..."
"Mh, yes, I'd be in for that too", agreed Trend, licking his lips. "Tell me more..."
"I tell you mine, you tell me yours", smirked Derek, leaning in to kiss the blonde.
/February 2032 – Rodriguez Household, New Athens\
"You doing alright, Donny?", asked Sander softly.
The boy was blushing awkwardly as he sat opposite Donny, both of them looking awkward. The half-Italian frowned and shrugged, biting his lower lip. He crossed his arms over his chest.
"It's been like a year now, Donny. Don't you think you could... live a little? Like, connect with others? I mean, you were with Jason during Spring Break, right?", asked Sander.
"Sure. They were great. Well, Herc is... I don't know, I think he doesn't like me much", shrugged Donny and ruffling his curls. "Look, Bia is my big sister. And now she's gone. I don't know how I am supposed to live with that. She was always there for me and now she left me."
"Don't be so egoistic. Cal left me too, you don't see me shutting others out either", countered Sander with a glare. "Look, your parents worry about you, I worry about you, Thea worries about you."
"It just doesn't get better and I know mom and dad try, but handing me from one person to the next every week, it's just... hard, you know? One day mom sits down with me, then dad, then they send me to New York to talk to my grandparents, to the underworld, to the underwater palace, to talk to Doctor Mason, see this and that and talk to... I don't know...", grunted Donny defensively.
"Not helping. I get it", agreed Sander softly.
"And now the Graces. After uncle Leo couldn't help and all", groaned Donny, ruffling his hair. "I get that mom and dad are frustrated and concerned and don't know how to help me, but asking everyone they know to help me, that is not helping at all!"
"Okay, so it's all the people trying to talk to you that annoys you?", asked Sander thoughtful.
"Yeah. Look, I gotta go. I told Thea I'd meet her at the library", muttered Donny.
He ran off and Sander knew that mostly, it was because he didn't want to continue talking. Sander frowned. Donny needed to get this off his chest, but talking wasn't an option. So what was? With that thought in mind, he made his way over to the di Angelos and knocked.
"Sander? Donny isn't home", was Percy's greeting.
"Yeah, no. I know that. I just talked to him", replied Sander. "I know what you can do!"
"Yes, please?", asked Percy with hopeful eyes.
"Get him a diary!", declared Sander proudly. "Since he doesn't want to talk, maybe writing his thoughts down, sorting them and stuff, maybe that could help him?"
"You're such a good boy", smiled Percy and kissed Sander's head.
/March 2032 – Di Angelo Household, New Athens\
"Donny, sweetie, we got you the diary to use it", sighed Percy softly and sat down on Donny's bed.
Donny glared at his mother, tilting his head. The diary had been sitting on his table, being ignored ever since Percy and Nico had gotten it for him. Percy looked at him upset and urgh, wasn't that the worst? Seeing his mommy upset, because of him? He turned to glare at the diary instead.
"I'm not a girl", sighed Donny upset.
"It's not just for girls", countered Percy, just to have Donny stare at him with an 'Are you kidding me?'-look on his face. "Okay, so it's mainly for girls, but... Come on, sweetheart, please."
"No, mom, really. You've been throwing all kinds of things at me for months now!", said Donny.
Percy lifted his hands in surrender and retreated, closing the door behind himself. Heaving a sigh, he walked over to Bianca Maria's room, resting one hand against the wood.
"You want something from Percy?", asked Nico curiously as he stepped up next to him.
"No. Just... thinking about how things used to be", shrugged Percy, turning sad eyes on Nico. "Donny's always made everything complicated for us, but Bia was... always there to help us. She's always been the only one he trusted. That he really talked to. I mean, he doesn't even want to accept the diary, even though I think Sander is right, it is the best option we have."
"Don't worry so much, amore", murmured Nico softly, wrapping his eyes around his husband. "Bia was always the only one he let really close, maybe... we should ask her help us out?"
"She's in Greenland", grunted Percy with a deadpan.
"Well, once she comes back", shrugged Nico. "We can have Hermes sending her a message so she can return to us to talk to Donny. She's the cause of the problem, maybe she's the solution too."
"Suppose we can try that", agreed Percy and leaned back against Nico. "You're amazing."
"Yeah, I know", nodded Nico with a grin, kissing his husband.
/April 2032 – Demeter Park, New Athens\
Trend was jogging around the lake, shirtless. Derek was laying on the blanket, watching whenever the blonde passed him. He was setting everything for a picnic while the son of Athena did his morning routes. It was a good way of sneaking some time together in and having Trend sweaty and shirtless. The son of Demeter yelped when he was suddenly grabbed around the waist.
"Come with me. Bath", ordered the blonde.
"No! The lake's dirty and I'm clothed and... you're just going to throw me in anyway, right?"
"Yep", grinned Trend wickedly and jumped, still holding Derek.
"I fucking hate you!", exclaimed Derek when they submerged again.
"Yeah, I hate you too", retorted Trend and kissed the brunette.
Derek hummed appreciatively and wrapped his arms around Trend's neck. Trend's strong, muscular neck. And those broad arms, wrapped around his waist. Yeah, Trend surely was the hottest guy he had been with so far. Licking his lips, Derek leaned in for another kiss.
"I had a dream last night", whispered Derek softly.
"Yeah? Tell me more", ordered Trend intrigued as they were floating in the water.
"I had Sam tied to the bed and he was begging me for more while I was pounding his deliciously tight ass", whispered Derek, licking the shell of Trend's ear slowly. "His smooth legs wrapped around my waist, urging me on to move faster..."
"I love your imagination", whispered Trend, kissing Derek's cheek. "Let's eat breakfast."
"And then move this to your place, squeeze in a fuck", grinned Derek.
"As long as you don't call out Vic's name again", growled Trend with a dark glare.
Derek grinned mischievously. It was too much fun, screaming the name of one of his exes every now and then. Trend got so jealous, it was adorable. Especially considering that there weren't any feelings involved between the two of them. Sitting down together, they started eating.
"I figured you'd do the screaming today", replied Derek nonchalantly.
"What?", grunted the son of Athena.
"We've been together for four months now. So far, I did all the bottoming. Time you take your share of cock too, goldie locks", stated Derek, cocking one eyebrow. "Equal relationship, right? I told you, I'm a switch. I like bottoming, but I also like topping. Be a considerate boyfriend and spread your legs for a change. It's not that complicated, really."
Trend looked uncomfortable, but he nodded nonetheless.
/Next Day – Trend's Apartment, New Athens\
"Are you sick? Are you dying?", asked Sander loudly. "Oh gods, you're already dead!"
Trend grunted annoyed as he opened the door, just to face a worried Sander with puppy-eyes. "What in the world is your problem? Why are you bothering me?"
"You canceled training this morning! You've never canceled training before! Not even when you were down with a cold and it was freezing outside!", exclaimed Sander. "So I brought you chicken soup and I'm concerned, because something must be seriously wrong!"
"Please, shut up", muttered Trend, running his hands over his face and walking back to his bed.
He fell onto the bed face-first. Sander frowned confused and closed the door behind himself.
"What's the matter with you? You look like you're in pain", said Sander softly.
"Derek fucked me last night", muttered Trend into the pillow.
"Oh... Wait, you bottomed?", asked Sander stunned. "You?!"
"He asked me to. It was one time and it will never happen again, not with him or anyone else. That was the most horrible experience in my life", groaned the son of Athena. "My ass is sore, it hurts when I walk, when I sit. It burns. How in the world are bottoms enjoying that?"
"You're cranky and bitchy", giggled Sander and got comfortable. "It's kinda cute."
"I'll never-ever-ever take it up the ass again, regardless of how much he whines!", exclaimed Trend wide-eyed. "It was horrifying. I know why I'm a top. Being inside a tight boy, yes. But having someone inside of me? No. No. Never. So yes, I canceled training, because I can barely walk."
"Wow. You really never bottomed before, huh? I mean, you're like seventeen already, you've had more lovers than anyone else I met, but you never tried bottoming?", asked Sander curiously.
"I guess I always knew I wouldn't like it. And no one had ever been as persistent as Derek", muttered Trend with a glare. "I'd be a shitty boyfriend if I'd just say no out of principle."
"Wow. You're really serious about Derek, mh?", asked Sander softly. "I mean, doing that for him..."
"We're not serious, we're just... wasting time together", replied Trend with a glare. "Now shut up."
/May 2032 – Sam's Apartment, New Athens\
Sam was randomly tossing stuff onto his bed, packing for camp.
"You know I'm still sleeping in here, right?", asked Chuck amused, picking a shirt off his face.
"I told you I want to pack my stuff for camp early. You decided to lay on my bed, looking handsome and being naked. So you got to just lay there and suffer, sucker."
Chuck shook his head and freed himself from Sam's clothes. He watched how Sam continued packing. He knew that for Sam, camp meant adventure. Quests with Sander. Rescuing the poor, saving kittens from trees or something like that. For the average demigod, camp meant something different. Hooking up with their boyfriends and girlfriends, hanging out with friends.
"Will you ever fall in love with me?", asked the son of Apollo softly.
"That escalated quickly", muttered Sam and stared doe-eyed over at his boyfriend. "Just because I don't want to suck your dick at the moment doesn't mean I don't care, dude."
"No, I mean it. Will you ever fall in love with me? It's been six months now that I first told you that I love you and I just thought you may need some more weeks to figure it out or something, but half a year?", whispered Chuck and sat up. "I just want to know, do you see yourself ever falling in love with me at all? Do I even have a chance in this competition, or was I never really in the race?"
"Great", groaned Sam annoyed and sat down next to Chuck. "So if the sex is good, then it's feelings getting in the way? Fuck this. Why can't things just be... easy, just once?"
"Look, I care about you. I love you", said Chuck tenderly. "And I've been waiting for you to fall in love with me for half a year now, but if it's never going to happen, I don't think I want to wait any longer for you. Sam, I'm sorry. I'm fine with the sex and the cuddles and all, but not... not if I'm the only one investing feelings into this, Sam. That's only going to hurt me on the long run."
"You're right", sighed Sam, ruffling his mohawk. "I'm just... I don't love you. And I think I will never love you. I don't even really know what that means, love..."
"That's a lie and I think we both know that", smiled Chuck with a sad tint to it.
"No idea what you mean by that", grunted Sam with a glare.
"Just ask yourself that again in an hour", said Chuck and stood, getting dressed.
"So we're over. But... can we stay friends, please?", asked Sam with pleading eyes.
"Sure", nodded Chuck with a grin and leaned in for a last kiss. "I'm sorry, but... it's summer. Summer is dating season and if I lock myself into the infirmary all summer, waiting for you to come around after a quest, I'm wasting my time. Best chances to find someone to get over you is summer. If there is someone to find for that, because you're... special."
"Thanks", muttered Sam sarcastically.
The door closed after Chuck. He understood it. Sam knew that being in a relationship with someone he loved but who didn't love him back... Well, okay, he didn't know, but he figured it must suck. Still, Chuck had been good. Had been the best. Taking a shaking breath, he noticed tears on his face. Frowning annoyed, he rubbed his cheeks. Throwing his bag onto the bed, he stormed out of his apartment and knocked on the opposite door, loud and often.
"What's all that ruckus?", grunted Trend when he opened the door.
His face softened when he saw the crying son of Ares in front of the door. Stepping aside, he motioned for Sam to come on in. Derek was sitting on the couch, drinking coffee.
"Who is it, Trend?", asked the son of Demeter curiously, turning. "Oh. Sweetheart, what happened? Are you alright? Are you hurting? Why are you crying, honey?"
He put his coffee aside and stood. Trend had one hand on Sam's back as he guided the son of Ares over to the couch. Sam sat down between Trend and Derek and just started crying. Derek had his arms around Sam's waist, hugging him tenderly.
"Sammy? What's wrong?", asked Trend concerned, caressing Sam's back.
Sam threw himself at the blonde, burying his face in the lap of his friend. Derek, who still had his arms around Sam's waist, just followed tail, laying down to spoon the other boy.
"What just happened?", asked Derek stunned.
"Chuck broke up with me!", exclaimed Sam, sobbing and clawing his fingers into the material of Trend's jeans. "I really thought he and me, that we would last..."
"Why did he break up with you?", asked Derek softly, caressing Sam's hair. "Is he an idiot?"
"No! He's in love with me!", continued Sam confused.
"That... is not exactly my first reason to break up with someone", stated Trend confused.
"I can't say it back and he can't wait for me to say it back any longer, so he ended it!", sobbed Sam, burying his face in Trend's stomach, who had gotten a little more comfortable.
Trend was caressing Sam's back, the son of Ares sprawled all over him, with Derek cuddled up to him. The couple cooed and whispered and patted him until Sam was finally asleep, his tear-stained cheeks red. Derek stood and took a towel from the bath, cleaning up Sam's face tenderly.
"Poor sweetheart", whispered Derek softly and kissed Sam's cheek.
"He's all... vulnerable and sad", commented Trend.
"Yeah. You thinking what I'm thinking?", asked Derek and looked up.
"We're not tying him to the bed and making him fall in love with us", grunted Trend and rolled his eyes, earning himself a pout from the brunette. "I was thinking that we need to keep the predators away from Sam when he's like that. I don't need some dickhead to take advantage of him."
"Yea, you're right", sighed Derek in defeat, knowing he'd never want to take advantage of Sam either if he was being honest. "Okay, okay. Let's work together a little longer. But first, put those muscles of yours to action and carry him to my bed. His neck will hurt like a bitch if he sleeps like that. Go on, be useful. I'll start dinner for us."
It was approximately an hour after Chuck had broken up with Sam that Sam was being carried to Derek's bed by Trend, curling together on the blonde's chest contently. Trend caressed his hair for a last time before returning to the kitchen to let Sam sleep and help Derek with dinner. Both took a last look at how cute Sam looked, curled together and sleeping, before they kissed and got to work.
~*~ The End ~*~
Author's note: And this is exactly where it ties in with "Chasing Fireflies", because as Sam is cuddled up on Derek's bed, Bianca Maria is just visiting Donny and convincing him to use the diary.
Now you're all caught up with what happened before "Chasing Fireflies". Thanks for reading and even more so for reviewing, I hope you enjoyed the story as much as I did. *grins*