The Athena asswhooping

Ft. moikeyway

"Joe…" Andy muttered sleepily, rolling over and pecking the younger boy's cheek. Joe nuzzled deeper into Andy's chest, letting out adorable little snuffly sounds as he woke up. "How did you sleep, babe?"

"Pretty well… but… it's too early… to wake up… now…" Andy, always an early riser, was not happy with this answer. (He'd been big on being early to school back in the city, and he'd never quite managed to break the habit.) He took it upon himself to wake the sleepy boy up, leaning down to kiss his neck, leaving a trail up to his jaw before kissing his lips, slipping his tongue into his boyfriend's (he assumed they'd be official after last night's action) mouth, before abruptly pulling away, causing the curlier-haired of the two to sit up straight and let out a needy whine, which Andy ignored, retrieving his shirt from the other side of the cabin where it had been thrown the night before.

"You awake now?" giggled Andy.

"Aren't you going to come back?" Joe whined, giving Andy his best puppy dog eyes. Andy shook his head, smirking and earning a scowl from his boyfriend.

"Tease." He muttered, turning over in bed.

"Carry on talking like that and you can be sure that there won't be a repeat of last night anytime soon." He winked at Joe, and the boy blushed crimson at the memory of the last night's events. You can sleep for now, but I'll be back in a couple hours, I need to get breakfast." Little did the boys know, it was already ten AM, and pretty much everyone they knew was huddled on the porch of the cabin, listening in.

As Andy opened the door, ten pairs of hands grabbed him and the door was slammed behind him, making Joe jump, but he brushed it off as the wind, slipping into a dreamless sleep.

"Tell. All. Nooooow!" Pete Wentz squealed in Andy's face, sounding like a thirteen-year-old girl. Which, to be honest, he was.

"There's nothing to tell… I was just comforting Joe…" Andy shifted nervously, his blush giving him away immediately.

"C'mon, Hurley, I'm not stupid. You seem to forget that my cabin is right next to yours." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively. "I had no idea you could moan so loud-"

"Stop teasing the poor guy, Wentz, though I do agree we have to talk about this new development lately. Right now we have more important things to talk about than Hurley's sex life." Butted in Frank Iero, a 16 year old Ares camper." This-" he gestured towards a spindly-legged boy with dirty blond hair and glasses. "-Is Mikey. Mikey Way, Athena camper. He has something you might want to know. It's about…" his lip curled up into a half-smirk half-grimace. "Your boyfriend. And the other Athena campers."

"Basically, when Joe was at the sword-fighting arena yesterday," stated Mikey, looking down at the floor, "some of the other Athena kids were there at the same time. Now, as you might know, our parents don't get along very well in mythology, so they came over to Joe and started asking questions about his sword and technique." Here, Mikey took a deep breath, preparing himself for what came next.

"One of the campers came up to him and hit him on the back of the head with the hilt of his sword, knocking him to the ground. Then, the other kids pulled him up by his shirt and punching him in the face, over and over again, and calling him awful things, it's no wonder he was crying. At that point, I was there and I got them to let him go, but then they started doing the same to me." He rolled his sleeves up and motioned to the bruises scattered around his forearms. "I managed to get away, but they were boasting about it all night in the cabin."

During this speech, Andy's face had grown darker and darker, and when he opened his moth to speak, his voice shook with anger. We're going to get those bastards for what they did to Joe. We're going to teach them that no one messes with one of us without getting all of us on their backs."

"I couldn't agree more." Growled Pete, his teeth gritted. "We're going to destroy them!" he sent a flirtatious wink in the direction of Mikey, sending the double meaning of his words reeling into the younger boy's head, before turning back to the others. "Okay, Ryan, Brendon, Gerard and Frank, we're going to need you to do the heavy stuff. Saporta, Travie, and Stump; you guys are going to need to keep watch while we trash their cabin. Those lot are the most organized people I know, so we're going to hit them in their soft spot: neatness.

"All of you be outside their cabin in an hour. Apart from you, Mikey, you need to go with them to their activities to avoid suspicion. Andy, come with me, we need to make a plan."

An hour later, the nine halfbloods were standing outside, six going in, three keeping watch and ready to send an "owl call" as a signal. As they walked in, they grabbed any stacks of paper they could find, throwing them to the ground and crumpling them. Pete tore down corkboards, ripping up complicated blueprints and scribbling on designs. Ryan ripped the sheets from their beds, scattering them on the floor, and Gerard swept the personal possessions kept on bedside tables to the floor, china and glass items smashing into dust and shards. Andy was just standing on a chair, surveying the damage with a smug smile on his face. Frank began to stab the mattresses and chairs with his dagger, revealing the stuffing and springs, and Brendon poured oil all over the floor and desks, making the floor slippery and black and the desks rendered unusable.

"Hey! Guys? You might want to take a look at this…" Ryan was holding up a mattress, smirking at the others. Frank was the first one there, and let out a shrill squeal of delight when he saw what was underneath.

"Fanfiction! Gay fanfiction! About Hermes and Ares!" He yelled, almost deafening the other 5, because when Frank Iero yells, he yells. As the others rushed around, Pete snatched up the multiple sheafs of loose-leaf paper, tucking them under his shirt and whirling away before the rest of the boys could grab at them.

"What the hell, Wentz?" was the general reaction, with some of the demigods being a bit more explicit, but Pete just gave a knowing wink and a little comment about knowing the location of the Big House's photocopier, and soon the illicit text was forgotten in the carnage.

Unexpectedly, a shrill squeal sounded out from the back of the cabin, causing als the boys' heads to whip towards Pete.

"Go Go Go!" he whisper-yelled, and the teenagers sprinted out of the cabin, cackling like maniacs and high on adrenaline and fear. When they reached Patrick, Travie and Gabe, Mikey was already with them, and they collapsed in fits of laughter while recounting their destruction to the others.

"What the fuck? Who calls that an owl call?" wheezed Pete, as Patrick blushed and shrugged.

"Guys… what's going on?" yawned Joe, coming out from the woods and rubbing his eyes. Everyone turned their heads to look at Andy, and simultaneously came to the agreement to all pick up Joe at once, and troop through the woods to the Poseidon cabin with him on their shoulders, laughing like they'd overdosed on nectar (without the soul-consuming flames, though).