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 anger lessened the more he heard of Luke's story. The depressing tone in which Luke recounted his tale made Percy want to kick himself for being so hard on blond haired teen. To be honest, the normal reaction would have been to uncap Riptide and take him down while he's not expecting it, but since when had Percy been normal? Percy felt a pang of sympathy when Luke mentioned seeing his mother. He knew May Castellan's fate, and he knew that it would not have been easy on him. When Luke got to the part in the clearing, he mostly summarised it, not wanting to go into too much detail. However he did mention how Aphrodite decided to bring him back, which would have made both boys smile, were it under different circumstances. When Luke mentioned that Hermes had told Luke to go talk to him, Percy felt kind of embarrassed that Hermes had singled him out, however he was also touched that Luke wanted to talk to him personally. After Luke finished his story, both boys were silent. Luke was waiting for when Percy acknowledges his story, then tell him to leave. Percy didn't know what to think. After what seemed like hours, Percy opened his mouth, "Should I tell Nico that he should prepare himself for a half-sibling?" Luke cracked a small grin.

"Is that really the most important thing right now?"

"What do you want me to do Luke?" Percy sighed.

Luke echoed his father's words, "I at least expected you to punch me, though I don't know if i'll even feel it," and before Percy could stop him, he unsheathed his knife and cut his wrist. Surprisingly, there was no cut. "Well it looks like I've still got the curse of Achilles on me." Percy ignored this, it wasn't important right now.

"What do you mean you expected me to hit you?"

Luke raised a disbelieving eyebrow at Percy.

Percy sighed, "Luke... Hermes already told you I'd forgiven you, there's nothing else to it. What, did you expect to come here, tell your story, then be rejected and told to go away?" Luke wouldn't meet his eyes. Percy got up from his bed and walked over to Luke, who had gone over to the other side of the Cabin while he was telling his story. Percy wrapped his arms around Luke and enveloped the blond boy in a hug. If Luke was shocked, he didn't it show on his face. He just buried his face onto Percy's shoulder and raised his arms around Percy as well. Percy was surprised when Luke started trembling in his hands, and also when Luke started sobbing on his shoulder. This did not seem like Luke at all! However, Percy could empathise with the Son of Hermes. Luke didn't think anyone would forgive him, let alone try and comfort him on the matter. It was a comfort to Luke, though Percy didn't know exactly how much it meant to Luke. After a while, Luke started to calm down, however, his grip just tightened on Percy, revelling in the warmth of the younger body. If Percy was curious, he let it go.

"What are you going to do now?" Percy said, when they finally let got, he walked over to his bed because he didn't want Luke to see the blush on his face.

"What can I do? No one here will accept me, or at least as quickly, like you did. There's nothing in the outside world for me, nothing will get better for me..." Luke trailed off.

Percy looked at Luke sympathetically. "You could always... stay here with me?" Percy said in a hopeful tone, though Luke didn't pick up on it. Luke had a ghost of a smile on his face.

"Thanks Percy, but I can't do that to you."

"No honestly, it's alright, you can stay in my cabin until you're ready to go out to camp, I'll bring in food from meals, Dionysus probably already know you're here and Chiron won't have a problem with it! Besides, I need someone half decent to spar with," Percy smirked.

"Half decent? Half decent! I take that as an offence!" Luke cried indignantly. Percy's smirk grew. Luke was starting to get out of his depression. Before he knew it, the raven haired boy was backed up against the wall, with Luke's body pressed upon him. Percy went bright red at the position he was in. He looked at Luke's face, and saw a glint of emotion in his eyes. Before either boy knew what was happening, both boys leaned into each other. Their lips met halfway and a spark travelled down both their bodies. The kiss was warm and passionate, there was no force, nothing hurried about it. Luke probed out with his tongue, at which Percy gladly opened his mouth. They deepened the kiss. Finally, reality caught up with Luke and he stopped. He backed away quickly, fear in his eyes. 'Crap,' he thought, 'Just when I got him to trust me.' He quickly fought back the tears in his eyes.

"I-I-I'm sorry, I don't know wh-" Luke's eyes burst open as he felt Percy's lips on his again. He looked down and smiled gently into the kiss. Percy stopped and nuzzled his face into the crook of Luke's neck.

"Shut up," he mumbled. They both fell onto the bed, each holding the other. It had been a few hours since they woke up and both were tired again. They both blamed the curse of Achilles, but neither was complaining this time. Percy gently nibbled at the soft skin of Luke's neck as Luke buried his face into Percy's hair. They held onto each other tightly, neither wanting to let the other go. At last, Percy fell asleep on top of Luke.

The last thought in Luke's head was, 'Maybe things will be better after all.'