Disclaimer - I don't own Percy Jackson!

Warning - This story will contain slash, no one forces you to read this, if you don't like it then please don't read this. Also there is MAJOR OOC on Luke's part.

Percy's always hated dreams because usually, they held bad news... but this, this is just taking the piss. Of course, just because he started to think about Luke for a few hours, Morpheus decides to puts an image of Luke - bare-chested, lying down on a beach - in his head. He wonders if this is just some sick, twisted joke of Eros's. Maybe it was Aphrodite's doing, she's been out to get him ever since Percy first saw her. Either way, this was really not helping. He had just broken up with Annabeth, he couldn't be falling for Luke... could he? He had no choice but to watch as the dream continued. Oddly enough, 'Luke' didn't do anything. He just laid back, head on his hands, eyes closed. He looked like Percy usually does when he wants to think. Luke's battle scarred face was actually... relaxed. There was nothing menacing about the blond boy, nothing evil. The sound of the waves, lapping at the sand, and the salty sea air calmed Percy down. He walked up slowly and decided to lie down, next to him.

"Luke..." Luke just opened his eyes and smiled down on the Son of Poseidon. Percy couldn't help it, his face went bright red and he turned to face the ocean.

Neither said another word.

Luke woke up and found himself still wrapped in Percy's arms. He looked out of the window and found that it was just slightly before dawn, the sun was slowly rising in the horizon. He looked at the boy next to him and smiled. He couldn't help it. Percy just looked so adorable, mouth slightly open, breathing deeply. He didn't want it to end but he knew that Percy would wake up soon and it would be a great idea if he got out of there asap. Just as he thought this, however, he heard Percy softly murmur next to him, "Luke..."

Luke's heart skipped a beat, 'Crap!' he thought, 'Looks like I'm gonna have to talk to him now after all,' but when he looked at the boy next to him, he saw that Percy's eyes were still closed. 'He talks in his sleep?' As he was contemplating this, Percy's arms around his neck became tighter and Luke suddenly found something snuggling into his neck. He looked down and saw Percy's head, fitting itself into the crook of his neck. The raven haired boy was smiling gently. A tear rolled down his cheek and, before he knew it, the flood gates had been opened as tears continuously poured down his face. There was nothing he could do. It pained Luke that he ever tried to harm Percy, that he ever tried to kill him.

What had been wrong with him? He buried his face into Percy's hair, inhaling the smell of the ocean, not caring about what was gonna happen when Percy woke up. Not caring that Percy would probably reject him, not that he didn't have a good reason, but it would kill him when it finally happened. It wasn't his fault. Ever since he arrived in Elysium, he spent most of his time alone, he couldn't stand being in the same place as all the other Half-bloods who had died in the war, he knew no-one would ever forgive him. He was just setting himself up for heartache for when Percy wakes up. He admits it. He loves Percy Jackson. He doesn't know when it happened, how it happened, he just knew it to be true. Curse Aphrodite, or would this be Eros's work? Either way, he knows that this is one of theirs fault. He also knows that Percy would never love him, and that pains him the most. To know that the one he loves would probably never accept him, let alone love him back. He never wanted to come back, but he did anyway. He knew all of this would lead to heartbreak, his mostly, but he had to try anyway. He would at least say sorry for ever harming anyone. Wet tears fell on black hair as Luke held tightly to the Son of the Sea God.

Percy woke up as the sun rose through the sky, shining light through the window straight onto his face. His eyes slowly cracked open slightly and he took in his surroundings. 'How'd I get in my cabin?' he thought to himself as he replayed yesterday's memories. Nope, nothing. Then he realized that his head was slowly moving up and down, his whole body was lying next to something comfortably warm. He sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes. He looked at his bed to see what he was lying on and his eyes grew wide, his heart stopped beating in shock. 'What the-?' The adorably clueless look on Percy's face would have made Luke smirk if he didn't know he was gonna have to leave. As it was, he his eyes were red from crying and his expression was one of who had completely given up. Percy knew he should have uncapped Riptide by now but the expression on Luke's face made him reconsider. Also he was angry at the teen, though the reason as to why was unknown even to himself. That dream had gotten him confused on how he really felt about the blond teen. Then another thought crossed his head,

"How in Tartarus are you here?" he demanded. Luke dejectedly raised an eyebrow.

"Bit slow Percy, I expected that the instant you saw me. I'm also expecting Riptide to be out any second, what's wrong?"

"Just answer the gods damned question before I pinch myself to make sure this isn't a nightmare!" Actually, he doesn't know why he hasn't drawn his sword, it was jest a feeling he had. A look of hurt flashed across Luke's face.

"It's a long story..."

"We've got time," Percy growled. He really wanted answers. He's figured out why he was mad. He would have been able to accept what his dream had told him, if Luke was still dead. Now that it seems like he's back, things just got a whole lot more complicated for the 17 year old.

Luke took a deep breath and dully began to recount his story, bracing himself for the rejection he was sure was going to come...