Title: Seeds of Pomegranate part 1

Authoress Ehh Rah Jhoy

Disclaimer: Percy Jackson and the Olympians is not mine. It is property of Rick Riordan. I make no money nor take credits in this work.

Warning: Implied sex, Boys Love, and a bit of AU-ish scenes. Sometime during the Battle of Labyrinth.

A/N: Well, well, well... It's been a long while, eh. Sorry for that and sorry in advance for another possibly long absence. I'm having a five day trip with my class (we're going tomorrow morning actually). So wish me luck, I guess!

Anyway, just wanna let you know I'm not abandoning this fanfic!

He's feeling comfy and warm and it is somewhat a weird sensation. He haven't felt this comfortable for a long time now. All he wants do right now is to snuggle deeper into the sheets and let the warmth and silence lull him back to sleep. But as tempting as it is, his instincts are screaming at him to inspect his surroundings. Who knows where he is. The white comforter slids off his body as he sits up and he shivers at the sudden cold. His mind's still a bit fuzzy with sleep but shakes himself to awareness. He notes that he is naked from top to bottom and this makes him clutch the sheets back to him instinctively.

With the white sheet wrapped around him like an unsewn robe, he gets off the king-sized bed. A long glance around the dim-lighted room makes him think of a special suite in a five-star hotel; the room was lavishly furnished and every item, from the cigarette ashtray to the chandelier hanging above, looks so expensive that it intimidated him slightly. Confused at his surroundings, he quickly makes his way to the lone window at the side and with a bit of difficulty, pulls open the heavy cream curtains apart. Instead of the room being flooded with blinding light as he expects, the window shows him an overview of nighttime city below.

Something tells him he must remember this city but none comes to his mind. Matter of fact, who is he? He can't seem to remember; name, address, family. What has happened to him? Why doesn't he know anything?

On the surface of the glass window, he sees his tongue peek out and lick his frowning lips. Sea-green eyes stares back at him, filled with confusion and anxiety. Jet-black hair lay messily atop his head, a few strands are gray, and his hand unconsciously reaches up to smoothen the strands.

Who is this dark-haired, green-eyed boy?

The door creaks open and he whips his head to the door, pressing his back to the window and hands brandishing the candle he has hastily grabbed from the table nearby like a sword. From behind the door comes a tall, muscular boy at his late teens and he carries with him a tray filled with newly-cooked food. He catches a sniff and his stomach softly growls but he stays still at the window.

From what he can see, the other male have short-cropped, light-blond hair, bearing gray streaks much like his own. He wasn't sure the color of the man's eyes but he's certain it's blue. A thick, deep scar runs from the bottom of his left eye, across his pale cheek and to his chin. The stranger has on him an odd clothing; it was some kind of a white dress or something along those lines.

The man is handsome, honestly, despite the ugly scar (and the clothe). And oddly enough, the man looks so familiar to him; like a friend he have not seen for a long time. Well, maybe not a friend, since you don't feel like you want to stab someone you consider as 'friend'.

"What are you going to do with that candle, Perce? Whack me to death with it?" The blonde man sounds so amused as he comes nearer and nearer. But the man stops near the sofa at the foot of the bed and sits down, placing the plate of warm food on the glass coffee table. The man reclines comfortably on the sofa, arms raising up to stretch themselves. A smirk adorns the man's face as he looks at the boy near the window.

"Why don't you come and sit down, Perce?"

Who is Perce, he wonders, not moving an inch. He's suspicious of the man and won't go near him than needed but he is curious, too. The man have called him 'Perce'. Is that his name? Why can't he remember?

"You know, I can see your dick from here."

The comment and the terrible amusement in the man's eyes makes him flush red. He lets go of the candle and pulls the sheet tighter around his bare body. He trembles slightly in righteous anger but calms himself down enough to say, "Who are you?" His voice cracks and he coughs softly, massaging his throat gently. "Who... am I?"

The man's face smoothens into a completely blank expression and he is mildly stunned at the change. After a short moment, the man stands up and walks to the teen who stumbles back from trying to get away. The man grabs his arm and pulls him to a tight hug, leaving him more confused than ever.

"W-what?"

"Your name's Percy." the other says.

"Per... Percy..."

"And I'm your lover, Luke."

The dark-haired teen - Percy, that's his name - splutters and pushes the one named Luke away from him. The sheets falls down to the ground but he ignores it in favor of making the distance between he and the blonde man longer. The back of his knees meets the bed and he stops, warily watching Luke who stands there with his arms falling limply to his sides.

"I-I... y-you can't..." Percy frowns and bit his lip. "Explain", he hisses.

Luke smiles and Percy feels oddly melancholic upon seeing it, as though he haven't seen that smile for a long time now. "Your name's Percy Dawson and I'm Luke Castellan. We've been together for about two years now."

"If that's true, why can't I remember, then?" Percy demands, confusion turning to anger. He dislikes feeling like this; feeling so confused and vulnerable. He doesn't know what exactly is happening and he wants answers now.

Luke looks pained at the question and Percy momentarily pities him. "You," the taller male starts, "you got into an accident last month. Car accident and you've been in a coma for almost a month now. The doctor said that there's a possibility you'll have amnesia."

The explanation seems so convincing and Percy nearly believes it but... "Shouldn't I be in the hospital then?"

Luke tenses before he answers softly, "I moved you here last week, as soon as I got the 'okay' from the doctor. Want you close, see." he whispers the last part and Percy notes the sincerity in the words. The stranger sounds so genuine and sincere and his story is plausible. The man smiles that earlier smile again, now tinted with desperation, and Percy's walls crumbles.

Percy sighs and relaxes, smiling uncertainly at the other. Luke takes it as a positive sign and strides to him, wrapping his arms around the smaller body and burying his face on Percy's neck. In turn, Percy's face turns red but gingerly wraps his arms around Luke. The embrace feels awkward to him, as though it's an entirely new experience to him, but he chucks it up to his memories being wiped out. Surely Luke doesn't feel that way, considering the soft kisses being rained down on his flushing neck.

"I'll help you remember. I promise," is whispered to his ear and Percy nods slowly.