AN: The bit of Andy/Leslie is because I'm related to dicks who sent me a video of Andy dying repeatively, and needed something to cheer me up. And seriously, best I can do, mostly from reading fics by Cassy (aka vampireluver15).

Warning: graphicish sex. Yeah that's it.

"Going Under"~Evanescence
I'm going under (going under)
Drowning in you (drowning in you)
I'm falling forever (falling forever)

"So, you decided to stick around," Leslie laughed as she saw Alala flipping pancakes in Sam and Gabriel's kitchen. Dylan had taken up a tempoary residence there until he 1) found a place of his own, or 2) they kicked him out.
"Your brother asked me to," Alala told the other demigod. "Anyways I still don't remember much, so I have no where else to go." Leslie nodded as she leaned against the doorframe. "So, Dylan and I are babysitting why?" Leslie smirked as she thought about her boyfriend back at home. "Never mind, I don't wanna know." Leslie nodded before she walked out the back door with a 'make sure Dylan doesn't burn down the house'. Alana would never get those two.
Dylan stared at his nephews, a staring contest between them. He was such a little kid at times, but it was in his nature. "Hey, start a movie please!" Ares' spawn yelled from the kitchen. Dylan sighed and grabbed one of the movies off the table and put it in the Blu-ray player before returning to where he had been laying. Alala came into the room with a bowl of popcorn in her hands as she sat down on his stomach.
"Jeez, how much weight did you gain in three months?" He groaned recovering from the sudden weight. She stuck her tongue out at him before turning back to the movie, The Messangers. Leslie would murder him for showing her kids this, maybe, but he coulda started them on their soon-to-be vampire or werewolf fetish early and watched 'True Blood'. But then, Leslie would really murder him.

~~~~Andy/Leslie moment ~~~~

Andy looked up as Leslie walked into the living room after dropping the twins off at Sam and Gabe's place, where Alala and Dylan were on babysitting duty. "Hey babe," He said as she pulled him up by his boxers then kissed him. He pulled her closer to him before she broke the kiss to breath. Yeah, when Hades brought his son-in-law back, he was nice enough to make him a few inches taller, so he didn't feel short compared to Leslie. Hades was a good father.
"So, you up for a round Luke?" Andy asked her. Leslie rolled her eyes at her boyfriend and pushed him onto the black leather couch, stratteling his legs as she kissed him, long and deep, giving him his answer. He ripped her black tie off, trying not to destory it so his sons would have a father later, then basically destoryed the thin black t-shirt she was wearing, which just happen to be his, before un-hooking her bra and throwing it onto the floor somewhere to their right. Leslie growled in her throat as she pressed up against him, making the pressure against his pink boxers become even more painful.
Andy moved his hands to her waist, which, even after having twins, still was as scrawny as the first day he'd met her all those years ago. "Luke, you're relentless you know that, right?" Andy moaned as she pulled away then started to remove his boxers with her knees. Ok, maybe she was a bit of a tease, but leaving any guy a withering mess beneith her before they even started, it turned her on even more.
She let Andy remove the black skinny jeans she was wearing, then pulled her boxers down with his teeth, somehow. Leslie kicked off the dead weight and felt as Andy pushed into her, taking dominance for the first time in their relationship. But being a demigod, and seeming to have Ares personality, she wasn't going to give up and be vunrable, to let him fuck her senseless.
She pulled him off the couch, her legs wrapped around his waist. The Hades spawn leaned forward and made the two of them land on the floor, Andy still managed to pin her down under him. He pushed into her until she screamed in pleasure, then she started to fight back, rolling them over then starting to ride him. But Andy knew better, even if he was violently close to the edge already, and flipped the two again, starting to pound the demigod into the floor, her screams filled his ears and he knew she was begging for more. He knew this girl, had for years, and he knew she loved a challange, sometimes he couldn't tell if she was Hades' spawn, or Ares'.
Leslie once again rolled, but Andy pinned her down again, her wrist above her head as he growled, almost animallistic. Leslie wondered where that came from, probably picked up a few things from her over the last oh she'd say, ten months.
She reached up with her head and started to bite Andy. He gasped as the pain finally regestered with his brain. Leslie didn't hold back when she bit someone during sex, she could crush (and did once before the twins were born) anyone of Andy's bones if she wasn't careful.
Leslie grinned against his shoulder as she got the upperhand again, riding him until they were both gone.

~~~~end~~~~

"Ok, question, how is Kristen Stewart related to you in any way?" Alala asked Dylan.
He sighed and looked at the screen which, amazing, was now playing 'Remember Me'. You'd think a spawn of Ares would absolutely hate chickflicks, but no, of coarse fucking not. Only good thing is that she had his sweet tooth and he had the most amazing pancakes ever, that would make Gabe get a toothache. Chocolate chip pancakes covered with dark chocolate, chocolate icecream, about two cans of whipped cream, 6 chocolate Pop Tarts, A1 steak sauce (he couldn't help himself), chocolate cake, and German Chocolate browines (his dad had a taste for it, even though Hitler was a total esel, Hades kids are utterly ashamed of that half-brother). "No clue Alala," He told the nearly sleeping girl laying on his arm on the floor. They had laid down a blanket and pillow after Lucifer and Bones had fallen asleep on the couch.
Dylan's bad feeling from the night before came back and he grabbed his cellphone from the floor, dialing Leslie's number. It rang a few times before she picked up. "What the fuck do you—ah, ah, AH—" Leslie started painting for breath and horrible mental images filled Dylan's mind. There was a moan on the other end of the line and he started gaging. "You caught us at a bad—" She gasped then a low growl came from her throat. "—time Dylan."
"Now I'm scarred for the rest of my life, did you happen to wake up last night in a cold sweat, with a really loud ringing in your ears around 2:13?" He asked her, trying to keep the bile down.
"Ah, yeah, I did, why?" She asked between grunts, gasps, and moans, from both her and Andy.
Dylan swallowed the lump in his throat. "Something's wrong, Leslie," He whispered, his gut sinking. His sister grunted and it sounded like she hit the hardwood floor at her house.
"Andy, stop," She breathed out.
Dylan slipped his arm out from under Alala's head. "I'll be over in about twenty minutes, give you guys some time to, uh, finish up," Dylan told her, then ended the call. "Hey, I gotta go over to Leslie's place, can you watch the twins?"
Alala nodded, "I can, but what's wrong?"
Dylan pulled on his black shorts and t-shirt, "I think someone died."

I've got to break through
So go on and scream
Scream at me I'm so far away
I won't be broken again I've got to breathe
I can't keep going under