Top Harry Drabble: Harry/Luke Castellan

A/B/O AU End of war

Chapter Summary: In which Luke Castellan is saved from dying during the final battle in New York. (Percy Jackson and the Olympians)

AN: I was picturing Jake Abel as Luke Castellan in this, as he played Luke in the movie.

"He's… still alive," Annabeth murmured, her eyes going wide and her heart speeding at the sight in front of them.

Percy looked at her, his breath heavy as he struggled to relax. Grover stood next to him, still a little jumpy as they surveyed the throne room of the gods. The seats were unoccupied around them, tall and stone and making everyone uneasy. Hestia stood beside them, gazing quietly at Annabeth, Percy and Luke.

Kronos was gone but Luke… Luke was still alive, a knife wound in his stomach that was slowly bleeding. Luke's brown hair was askew and sweaty on his head and the scent coming off of him was… not one that Annabeth wanted to smell right now.

Luke was moaning weakly, his fingers clenching into the stone floor underneath him. The armor that Kronos had put on was still on his body and Luke was trying but failing to unclasp it. Annabeth wrinkled her nose and worked on taking in shallow breaths, looking at Percy with wide eyes.

Percy shook his head in bewilderment and the clatter that tore through the air drew everyone's attention. Annabeth sucked in a sharp breath, ready to step in front of Luke to protect him from gods and their wrath only to stand down at Harry's form.

The wizard that had helped in the battle stood in the entryway of the throne room, his eyes narrow. "What did I miss? What happened?"

"Luke…" Percy trailed off, hearing the other young man whimper again and wincing. "He killed Kronos."

Harry stopped where he was and stared at them both before sucking in a tight breath. He looked beyond the two of them, his eyes widening at the sight. "Luke… is still alive?"

"He is. We don't… Where are the gods?" Annabeth questioned, glancing down to the knife still by Luke's side. It was her knife that Luke had used to impale himself with, the cursed knife.

Harry hurried over and knelt by Luke, not sparing them a glance. "They're coming. Battle's pretty much done by now. Hush, sweetheart."

Annabeth watched as Luke peered blearily up at Harry, his blue eyes wide with pain and… arousal. "He's going into heat, isn't he? He's dying though. He can't… be going into heat right now."

"He is," Harry muttered, scrubbing a bloody hand through his hair. "I'll patch him up but… his heat…"

Luke shook his head and tried to hold his arm up but it felt like all his strength had left him, leaving his arm to flop back down to the floor. "I… Don't…"

The young man kneeling before him placed a hand on Luke's chest to meet his eyes. "Luke… you're alright. Let me help? Can you do that for me?"

Heat began to build in his stomach and he could distantly feel slick on his thighs that wasn't blood and… Power flowed around him, cool and soothing as it dipped into the wound left by Annabeth's knife and Luke sighed into it even as dark spots appeared in his vision. He could hear thunder booming outside and the last thing he saw was Zeus leading the charge of the gods into their throne room.

"You should have let me die."

Harry blinked and turned to look at where Luke lay. The young man lay on the bed in Harry's tent, his bright blue eyes narrow. He had only put a light sheet over Luke when he had finished healing him and now… it was backfiring. He could see the sweat and slick that was pooling underneath Luke. Sweat covered his bare arms and legs and the scent of omega slick wafted up from his thighs. Harry kept on breathing through his mouth and got up to sit in the chair he had placed next to the bed. He looked into Luke's eyes and sighed.

"Luke… you saved the world," Harry offered quietly, reaching out a hand to cover Luke's, uncurling his fingers from where they were digging into his side. "I just healed you. Don't hurt yourself again please."

He rubbed soothing circles into Luke's palm and continued to meet his eyes, seeing the signs of heat sickness start to take effect. Luke let out a low groan at the touch and Harry didn't stop, stroking heated skin and smoothing over scars. Luke seemed to arch into his hand and something within Harry sighed in pleasure, enjoying seeing the touch starved man lean into him.

"I was also why the world needed saving."

"You also have a few valid points," Harry argued, rolling his eyes and taking a deep breath only to regret it. Luke smelled good. His heart skipped a beat and he took in a deep breath through his mouth. "The gods should claim their children when they reach a certain age. You know… Percy got Zeus to agree to your request."

Luke's eyes widened only to shake his head. "Wonder boy that he is. Why are you here? Kronos was scared of you."

Harry shrugged. "You were going into heat when you were dying. I've been keeping your omega at bay and mostly succeeding. You needed to heal first."

Luke stared at him and then reached down with his other hand and pinched his side, wincing.

"Luke, darling, stop. Kronos doesn't have you anymore," Harry murmured, shuffling off the chair and up onto the bed to straddle the other young man. He held both of Luke's hands in one of his and reached out to cup his chin, turning Luke to face him. "You are safe. It is just you in your body. I promise."

"How do you know? You don't even know me."

"I've been possessed before. I know what it's like to not have any control over your body."

"You're not an omega," Luke muttered.

"I am not, no. Did Kronos…"

Luke stayed silent and Harry let out a growl, feeling Luke shudder underneath him.

"I didn't… I didn't invite him to…" Luke trailed off, his skin losing what color it had. "I just wanted the gods dead. I wanted my dad to… see me."

Harry stroked a thumb over Luke's hands and then let him go, his eyes narrowing. "I understand. More than you know, I understand. Luke… your heat's… coming. Should I go find some toys for you or…"

"Kronos fucked me through a heat," Luke whispered, closing his eyes at the memory. "He… wanted me to… He said he would keep me like a good pet, to produce his heir. I was scared of him."

"You're safe," Harry said, his heart aching at Luke's words. "I will back away and stand guard at the door if you want me to but I will not be like Kronos. Never."

"Open your eyes."

Luke's eyes fluttered back open and he peered up at Harry, his heart racing and heat swallowing him up. Harry Potter. He knew the young man wasn't lying as his green eyes softened. Harry met his eyes even as Luke licked his lips, his whole body aching with heat and arousal. He could feel Harry's cock through his jeans as Harry sat between his thighs.

Kronos had seen the scar on Harry's forehead and had taken it for a good omen. The god had been delighted to learn that there was a wizard in the crowd of demigods opposing him, had whispered in Luke's ear all the ways he would play with the human wizard after the war.

Luke shuddered and reached up, feeling strength in his arms again, to curl into Harry's shirt, pulling him down. Harry's eyes darkened and he immediately leaned down to claim Luke's mouth, making him whine into it.

Luke bucked up into Harry as his slick slid out of him, purring at the gentle possessiveness in Harry's touches. Harry deepened the kiss, licked into his mouth, even as he pushed down the sheet covering Luke.

"Luckily I'm naked," Luke whispered, moaning as Harry moved away from his mouth to trail kisses down to his throat. His fingers curled into the mattress underneath him, as Harry's fingers moved down to rub over a nipple.

Harry's lips twitched into an amused grin and he moved down to lick over Luke's other nipple, laving at it until it reddened and peaked. Luke moaned and writhed under Harry, moving into the touches, and brought up his hand to bite into his palm, trying to silence the cry that was attempting to get out. Harry met his eyes and placed his hand over his, pulling it away.

Harry's green eyes were heated and dark. "Be as loud as you like, little omega. The tent walls will keep your yelling from getting out. I find I enjoy hearing you."

Luke whimpered and bucked up into Harry's hand as his fingers trailed down past his waist to his cock, tracing feather light touches over it. His first release of the night came quickly even as Harry sucked a bruise into his collarbone, nipping a little. Luke shuddered through it and cried out even as Harry withdrew to shuck off his jeans and shirt, letting Luke see his big cock.

His eyes widened even as he panted, his body aching with the need to be filled. "Please."

Harry leaned back down to kiss him again, swallowing up a whimper with a wet, hot kiss. Luke groaned even as Harry slipped his tongue into his mouth again, as he felt fingers rubbing his skin, stroking his cock and then trailing down to his hole. Luke melted into the fingers as Harry withdrew just a little bit, his eyes watching Luke as a finger slid into him, pleasure sparking through him again.

"You're already so wet for me," Harry murmured, his voice husky and hoarse. "Fuck."

Luke trembled as he felt Harry swirl his finger around his hole, trailing over his inner thighs and into him. Another finger joined the first and Harry pumped into him, sending him over the edge again. He yelled out with pleasure that he had not felt when Kronos had so brutally fucked him. Sparks entered his vision and heat rolled through him as Harry curled his fingers into him, hitting that spot again and again.

Harry watched as Luke came again, watched as his mouth opened, his tongue peeking out. "Ah, Luke."

He leaned down to lick a path up Luke's small cock, enjoying the taste of him, and then moved lower still, licking into his hole. Luke bucked up and Harry reached up to hold him down, licking into him without hesitation. The loud moans and whimpers were like music to his ears and Luke was utterly lost to the pleasure he was receiving.

Luke shut his eyes against the sight before him, pleasure rocketing through him as Harry ate him out like Luke was a feast. His green eyes were dark and Luke shuddered, rocking into it, trying to get more.

"You're ready for me?"

"I was ready months ago," Luke croaked out, as Harry pulled back, his mouth shining with Luke's slick.

Harry grinned, slipping a pillow underneath Luke's hips, tugged at his legs to move him and slid home in that minute. Luke shouted and came again at the sensation, wrapping his arms around Harry's back and clawing into his skin as he sat up. Sweat dripped down his forehead and his back and there was a pool of slick and come on the sheets beneath them but Luke didn't care as he sighed in pleasure, feeling full and surrounded by someone who cared for him.

Harry pressed a kiss to his forehead and wiped the sweat off, stroking Luke's cheek and then moved, inching back out a little and then slamming home again. Luke whined and pressed closer, making Harry startle in surprise before smirking. Harry bent in low to nibble at both of his nipples and Luke groaned, rocking around on his alpha's lap. Heat rode through him and he whined as Harry slipped a finger between his cock and Luke's hole, curling into him before pulling out.

"Luke… Luke!"

Luke groaned and nuzzled into the crook of Harry's neck, feeling one of Harry's hands curl around his neck in return.

"Do you want me to claim you?" Harry muttered, licking at his ear and making him shudder. He moved around, jostling his cock and sending pleasure shooting through Luke. "To knot you?"

He shuddered at Harry's words and mouthed at his alpha's skin, squirming around to get more friction, more, just more. He was so full of Harry that he didn't want to move. He felt… safe for the first time in years.

"Luke, I need words, darling," Harry whispered, his voice low and husky and utterly wrecked.

Luke pulled back, his heart galloping in his chest and pleasure building again and…

"Yes. Yes, yes. I want you. I want your cock. Everything. Both."

Harry snorted, his eyes light with amusement and heat. "You're heat drunk."

Luke shook his head and moved around, experimenting. Harry sucked in a tight breath and squeezed his neck in warning, sending heated tingles over Luke's skin. Luke stopped moving and met Harry's eyes.

"Fine."

Harry pulled back and out a little and then slid back in, sending Luke over the edge again and bit into his neck lightly at the same time. Luke cried out as he felt Harry's cock grow within him, as his whole body relaxed as Harry licked over his bite to soothe it, licking over his scent glands.

"Mine."

Luke shuddered, trembling with aftershocks, his eyes drooping closed.

"Sleep, Luke. I've got you," Harry whispered, stroking his back. "We'll face everyone else in the morning. I'll be with you every step of the way, even to face your father."

AN: HAPPY NEW YEAR! (I can't believe 2019 is over...)