AN: If anyone wants to join my league in FIFA Mobile, my username is omega09FC, and my league is FIFA Street Dogs. Danke!
Time: A Few Days Later, I guess
Percy stared at Styx, slightly incredulous.
"Yeah, this is the best spot for a picnic, I agree. Singing of birds? Hah, nothing beats the screams of the damned. The poisonous air is medicine for my lungs. So refreshing. 10 out of 10." He tried to keep it under control, he really did, but the words dripping with sarcasm just managed to escape his lips, almost on autopilot.
"Shut up, Jackson." Styx snapped back, "I'll have you know, this is the best spot for a picnic I know of."
"Yeah, because KFC and Burger King weren't metal enough. I know, I like metal, too, but this is taking it to an extreme."
He was on a picnic with Styx. Just to blow some steam off, the last few days were rather hard work for everybody on Olympus. The entire city was undergoing a renovation, with no threat and nobody lording over reasonable spending. Contrary to the entire world's belief, the Olympian coffers weren't unlimited, for some reason, and even with the accounts of those who had suddenly disappeared *cough cough* swelling their funds, it was driving Percy crazy. As the slayer of the previous ruler, everyone seemed to turn to Percy as a leader by default, despite it being a democracy, and the long hours of numbers and finances and shit was driving him off the rails.
With Athena occupied with architecture and all that, he had nobody to shove the work off to. Everyone, except Reyna and Rachel, perhaps, was as hopeless as him when it came to all that.
So, this came a breath of fresh air. Of poisonous air, whichever you prefer.
Why?
Because they were having a picnic by the river Styx, in a desolate part of the Underworld, close to the entrance of Tartarus, a desolate, deserted place where he had been dragged by the goddess of Hatred, the nymph of the river Styx, for a picnic.
Percy stared out at what seemed like an endless black hole, with jagged rocks and crags sure to tear up even the toughest of people. The entrance to Tartarus brought back memories, and even though Percy knew he could waltz through Tartarus without even batting an eye, it was an experience he wasn't eager to relive.
Except for the Annabeth part. He could always relive the Annabeth part.
"I missed this." The Dark goddess in question whispered softly in a nostalgic voice, making a smile break out on Percy's face at her soft tone, as he was torn from his thoughts.
Removing his gaze from the gaping emptiness of Tartarus and his somewhat philosophical pondering on mortality, Percy stared at the smiling goddess.
Such beauty did not belong to a goddess of hatred, he summarized, but then again, he was an even Darker god, and his girls seemed to think that he was the most beautiful thing ever.
Not to be arrogant or anything, but, even if it was the only thing he realised after all these years, it was that Percy Jackson was hot. Even more than the Primordial Eros, according to Nyx. Percy, for his part, didn't understand how, but the world worked in weird ways, and he was too occupied otherwise to make head or tail of it.
Feeling lazy, Percy sauntered over to the blanket Styx had laid out on the rocky ground, plopping his butt unceremoniously, before, inevitably, stretching out lazily on the blanket, folding his arms behind his head to cushion himself.
"Hey, I wasn't done yet!" Styx spoke angrily, standing with her hands on her waist, casting a shadow over him.
Looking over her, the Dark god felt his lips twitch upwards, she looked cute when she was angry. Something he couldn't ever imagine himself saying during his time as a demigod, then, every immortal was scary, devious and dangerous.
But now, he found most of them cute. Either because they were really cute, as in this case, or because their pathetic, pitiable existence was amusing.
Shit. He was exhibiting symptoms of thinking like an immortal, just instead of looking down on mortals, he looked down on fellow immortals. Fuck, was this better or worse?
He was brought out of his musings by Styx angrily stomping her feet.
"Jackson!" She shouted dangerously, in a manner eerily reminiscent of Thalia, what with her punk outfit and all, but Percy could only manage a smirk, "Get your sorry ass off the blanket. You only get to lie down when I tell you to. And no sleeping!"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, princess." Percy waved her off lazily, not making any effort to move his body.
"You're infuriating, you know that?" Styx noted, trying her best to push him off the cloth.
"Yeah, I've been told that innumerable times," Percy repeated easily, rolling over so that Styx was pushing at his back, with little result.
"Gah!" She finally gave up with a frustrated huff, making Percy laugh.
"You think it's funny, do you?" She snapped back at him like a cute but sharp, angry little hedgehog,
Percy tried not to respond, but years of being annoying had turned that almost instinctive, "Yeah, I think it's hilarious. The next Mr. Bean."
Styx did not respond to that, partly because she didn't know who Mr. Bean was, and partly because she was occupied trying her best to spread out the blanket fully, hindered by the Dark god's massive body sprawled across most of it.
"Hmph." She harrumphed childishly as she finally sat down beside his head, not saying anything.
"Aww, you're gonna continue with the silent treatment?" Percy spoke teasingly, rolling over to nuzzle her stocking-clad knee. The blanket was surprisingly soft, and somehow kept him from feeling the sharpness of the small, spiky rocks scattered beneath.
"You're annoying." Was her response as she turned away, making Percy laugh at her childishness, though, who was he to say?
He sat up, trying to stifle his laughter as he raised his hands in a placating manner, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! It was my fault."
Seeing her still ignore him, Percy chuckled slightly, before shuffling over to the Dark goddess, and pulling her into a hug.
She initially resisted, but it did not last long as Styx melted into Percy's embrace, leaning into his chest as she balled her fists in his shirt, tugging needily. Her hot face was buried in his chest to hide her slight golden blush, making Percy laugh at her futile attempt- he could easily feel her flustered heat against his skin, through the thin fabric of his shirt.
"You really love this place, don't you? I know what I would do if someone insulted my home, and my reaction wouldn't be much different from yours."
Styx did not respond, merely nodding into his chest, too shy to look up at him.
Percy's lips curled upwards in a smile as he allowed himself to fall backwards, sprawling across the soft blanket and bringing the Dark goddess with him, eliciting a cute yelp from her in the process.
Styx glared at him for that, trying to vaporize him with her gaze, dark eyes flashing dangerously, carrying a potent threat that would make most shiver and cower.
But not Percy.
He only managed a smile at her position, on his chest, her arms inadvertently hugging him back. His strong grip on her forced her to stay glued to his chiselled abdomen, her chin resting on his sternum somewhat uncomfortably as she glared up at him, her angry expression hiding the joy and happiness she derived from being in that position.
Styx sincerely hoped that Percy could not see her true emotions in her eyes.
"Goddess of hatred." He started, surprising her by the use of her title, and making her look up at him questioningly, her feigned anger lost somewhere in the love she held for the dense Dark god, the joy she felt through his mere presence.
"Where is your home?" He asked softly, his voice almost with a musical quality.
Styx looked at him quizzically, before realization dawned in her eyes.
"My home is with you, Master." Her soft, delectable ruby lips parted to let out the words he so yearned to hear, making a bright, goofy smile break out on his features, surpassing the surprise he felt at hearing her speak the 'M-word by a large margin.
Styx continued, fixating on his smile and apparently ignorant of the other effect her words were having on him. "Yes, my home is with you, Master, wherever you are. Wherever the other girls are. Even if it is in the depths of Tartarus, my home is wherever you think is best for me. I might be nostalgic of other places, but in the end, I'll always return to you, even if you no longer have any need for me."
She sniffled as her voice cracked slightly, hiding her face back in Percy's chest to hide the tears. "I love you, Master."
She could almost feel Percy's happiness radiating off him, the loud thumping of his heart against his ribs bringing a smile to her own face.
"I love you, too, little River of hope and promise." His words soft and caring, his grip on her tightening, almost to an uncomfortable extent to show his unquenchable thirst for her, for her mind and body, for her power and her very presence. And despite his relentless, suffocating grip on her, Styx suspected she would never be truly uncomfortable at whatever Percy did to her.
And so it was, two Dark beings of hatred and despair, filled with hope and happiness and smiling at each other at the edges of the Underworld. So poetic.
The smile never left Percy's face as he lay with Styx on the blanket, staring up at the ceiling of the Underworld. Well, not the ceiling, but in the general direction where the ceiling was supposed to be- it was so high that it faded into darkness, despite there being no visible source of light illuminating the Underworld, creating a sense of staring into the abyss, except it was above them and not beneath.
Styx had wriggled around in Percy's arms until she faced the ceiling, too, smiling as she snuggled into Percy's body, her back pressed against his chiselled abs and chest, her head nestled perfectly against the crook of his neck. His warmth comforting and addictive.
Percy shifted uncomfortably as he tried to hide the growing bulge in his shorts as he held the goddess of hatred in his arms, trying to ignore the delicious way in which her tight, leather jeans-clad ass was rubbing his crotch, trying not to let her know of his discomfort, or the reason.
That would lead to a very awkward situation, and breaking the comfortable silence they had sunk into was the last thing on Percy's mind.
Making sure that she was indeed engrossed with staring into the abyss of the ceiling of the Underworld above them, Percy took the opportunity to admire the goddess in his arms.
She was dressed in a black off-shoulder tank top that read 'Fuck you, bitch' in a white, stylized font. However, instead of snorting at the text, Percy was more occupied with the pale, creamy skin she was showing, her shoulders looking as delicious as the rest of her, flushed slightly pink. His eyes travelled upwards to her pale neck, and even though Percy was not a vampire, he had never been hit with such a desire to sink his teeth into a neck and drink blood. Her skin almost as pale as paper and yet with a lively glow, contrasted his tanned, bronze skin perfectly.
Eyes as dark as the gaping, endless abyss were accompanied by plump ruby lips that made Percy's entire being cry in hunger.
Her tank top showed off her definitely above average bust, with only a hint of cleavage that he struggled to keep his eyes away from. Perky c-cup tits, round and firm with zero sag, that Percy would love to hug his face and nurse on.
Percy gulped, trying to ignore the twitch and throb in the tight confines of his boxers. Her scent in his nose, the softness of her dark, silky locks against his chin, was making his body go haywire.
Her toned stomach led to a slim waist and a gentle swell of her hips, ending in long, slender legs clad in tight, sleek studded leather jeans, ending in black combat boots on her feet.
Styx wriggled in his arms, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes that held a silent plea. "Master, do you want to go for a swim?"
"I'm always up for a swim." The Dark god smiled down at her. "But where?"
Her dark eyes twinkled mischievously. "In the Styx. And don't worry, I won't hurt you."
Her eyes, with a sinister, predatory shine to them, followed the bob of his Adam's apple as he gulped nervously.
And so it was, a few minutes later, Percy stared at Styx as she laughed and splashed around in her own river, with only a skimpy bikini to hide her delectable, lithe body from his gaze, laughing at the Dark god's cowardice. "Come on, Master! It's so fun here!"
He stood at the edge of the river, in only a pair of blue and neon green swimming shorts, hugging himself for protection against the non-existent cold, as well as Styx's wandering gaze.
"It's not funny!" He snapped at her. "I remember the last time I swam in the Styx, Styx, and let me tell you, it wasn't a fun experience at all."
"It was, for me."
He growled, before throwing all caution to the wind.
Styx gasped as she felt a body hit her, taking her under, wrestling and trying to fight her in a playful manner. Her surprise was immediately followed by an outburst of uncontrollable, musical giggling, that soothed and irritated Percy's nerves at the same time.
"So, all-powerful Dark god, did it hurt?"
It was Percy's turn to blush, looking away as his cheeks tinged golden. "No."
Styx blew him a raspberry, before swimming away. Percy noted that both of them could hold their breath, and talk underwater, though he supposed it was because she was the river's nymph, and had granted him, as a son of Poseidon and her Master, access to her river.
Yeah, that. He still hadn't asked her about the Master bit.
Styx swam ahead, treating Percy to an eyeful of her cute rear and thighs in only a skimpy, black bikini bottom that made him gulp.
Shit.
Cursing his perverted nature and shaking his head to clear the cobwebs of lust settling on his mind, he followed the goddess, complying with her silent request.
"So, where are we going?" He asked, increasing his pace to fall in line beside Styx, his words making her look sideways towards him.
"Nowhere in particular." She answered cryptically, laughing at the disbelieving look he threw her.
"Yeah, yeah, we are going somewhere." She conceded, before playfully tackling him with her shoulder. "But saying it would ruin the surprise, now, wouldn't it?"
Alright, she had a point.
Knowing she had won this argument, Styx smiled smugly, leaning in to place a soft kiss on Percy's cheek. "I love you."
His response was immediate. "I love you, too."
Her laughter was music to everything living in the river as she booped his nose, before swimming away, leaving the Dark god to chase her playfully.
They descended into a comfortable silence as they swam side by side upriver, ignoring the strong current, occasionally bumping into each other intentionally, only to feel the other's smooth skin on theirs.
"You aren't admiring the beauty of my river!" Styx stopped them suddenly with her words, making him raise an eyebrow. It was true, the river was beautiful, being cleaned every week by Hades' workers on his orders.
"And why is that?"
"Because you're too busy staring at my ass," Styx complained playfully, swatting Percy's arm. "Pervert."
"It's not like you have a problem with it." He flirted back, knowing his words to be the complete and utter truth.
Her smile turned predatory suddenly, sending shivers down his back as she swam in close, her plump lips brushing his ear.
"No, I don't." Her tone was breathy and lustful, her eyes hooded and glazed over, allowing him insight at the effect his gaze was having on her. "But I do have a problem with you not paying attention to these."
Having a good idea as to what she was referring to, Percy could not help his eyes dipping down towards her chest, his cock twitching as he watched her hands cup her large, C-cup tits, squeezing them together to accentuate her chest, almost making him drool in the process. His fingers twitched to rip off the annoying black bikini that kept him from her naked flesh, but he resisted.
Styx laughed at his reaction, making him blush in embarrassment, before swimming around the Dark god and hooking her arms around his neck, so that she was pressed against his back. "I was serious, though."
That didn't help, nor did the feeling of her delicious tits mashed against his back.
"I'm feeling lazy. Carry me, steed." She spoke, pressing her face against his neck. "This will also let you admire my river." She couldn't help but add cheekily.
Percy smiled at her, resuming his swim upstream. It was true, the river was beautiful.
The riverbed like any regular river on steroids, with shiny stones of various interesting shapes, smoothed by the river over millennia, the fertile soil dark, with several weeds and beautiful aquatic plants growing in them, a beautiful green in colour, waving like flags of nature in the river current.
None of them were identifiable to Percy, of course, despite his Poseidon heritage, a completely alien species of plants not found anywhere over the Earth's surface. Precious stones like rubies and emeralds littered the riverbed, the light forming beautiful red patterns on the riverbed, swirling and dancing as Percy swam by.
"Yes, you were right, Styx. They are beautiful." He spoke, his voice holding unadulterated wonder at this ecosystem, similar, yet unlike anything found on the surface. He manoeuvred around a soul, looking like an aimless, translucent jellyfish, just bobbing in the water.
He realised that it was probably the soul of some mortal who had failed to keep an oath on the Styx, but even that realization failed to put a damper on his mood. They were dark deities, it was just who they were. Also, it was not like the soul was just an isolated incident. There were hundreds and thousands of such soul-jellyfish, bobbing and swimming aimlessly in the river.
His hands reached back, holding her thighs and clutching her needily to his body, his fingers sinking into her soft, creamy flesh and making Styx moan softly into his ear at his rough grip on her sensitive skin.
Percy wriggled around in Styx's arms, so that he was facing her, his back to the riverbed in a backstroke position as he continued to paddle upstream, the two lovers just holding each other, intoxicated by the other's presence.
Styx smiled at Percy as she unhooked her arms from around his neck, instead placing them on his broad chest, leaning up to kiss him softly on the lips.
They broke apart after a moment, smiling goofily at each other.
Styx laid her head on Percy's chest, listening to his heartbeat and enjoying the contrast of his warmth, and the equally comfortable chill of her river around them. He continued to hold her, trying to not let his hands wander as he looked up at the surface of the river, staring at the world above through the water.
"Percy, stop."
Feeling his lover shift, Percy looked down, eyebrow raised.
"There." He let her go, instead looking in the direction where she was pointing. A hole in the riverbed, like the lair of some large, predatory animal.
Percy smiled, following the goddess into the small tunnel that the hole led to.
He gasped involuntarily when his head broke the water, watching Styx smile at him, offering an extended hand to help him up.
If he was surprised by her dryness after the last hour- possibly two- they had spent under the river, Percy did not let it show as he was helped up the goddess. It was probably because she was the river's nymph, as such, she did not get wet from the water of the Styx.
"How do you like my home, Percy?"
For the first time, he seemed to realize that they were no longer in the Underworld. Instead, they were in a somewhat small room, with humble furniture. A table to the side, with two chairs, a small television in the centre with a comfortable looking, scarlet armchair in front. It was connected to what looked like a kitchen, with another closed door probably leading to a bedroom.
"This is your home?" Percy asked, making Styx nod. "It's simpler than I would have ever guessed."
He didn't know what he had really guessed. Honestly, it had never crossed his mind that Styx needed a normal home in her river. She couldn't possibly live underwater 24/7, even though it might not hurt her, it was just not plausible.
This looked like something right out from the Wind in the Willows, which Annabeth had read to him one day.
He looked down at her, smiling. "I love it."
Any lingering nervousness in her eyes cleared away to give way to delight, as she smiled at Percy, pushing him into the armchair. "Great! You must be hungry right now. Let me fix us something, you watch TV meanwhile."
Percy opened his mouth to protest, that he wanted to help her, but Styx was gone in a flash, having put on some shit Percy couldn't care less about, on the TV.
He slumped back in the armchair, sinking into the soft leather. The water of the Styx that led back to the river glistened in the light.
But Percy was more occupied with watching the cute little Dark goddess prancing about in the kitchen adjoining the room, trying to stifle the growls building up in his throat at watching his real food dance about in front of him, beautifully presented.
He did not bother changing out of his swimming shorts, following her lead. His eyes hungrily watched her rear wiggle as she danced to a non-existent rhythm as she cooked, not giving Percy any hint if she was doing that for his benefit. His enhanced eyesight enabled him to follow every single delectable jiggle and bounce of her cute ass with great detail, the way the soft flesh of her thighs moved and her hips moved.
Percy growled, not sure if he should rise and attack her from behind, or let her continue. Eventually, his respect won out, but only by a narrow margin, aided by the knowledge that she liked being watched by him, her earlier comments ringing in his ears.
Time seemed to pass too soon, and before he knew it, Styx's hypnotic dance ceased, and she sauntered towards him, holding a steaming bowl of food. Mac and cheese, Percy observed after a few moments.
"How do you like the show, Percy?" She asked, smiling softly at him.
"One of the best shows I have ever watched." He smiled back, his eyes dark with barely restrained lust. He knew that both of them knew which show he was talking about.
"Great. I'm glad." His words seemed to inspire Styx to add extra sway to her sexy hips, drawing his eyes to her thighs and the way she sashayed up to him.
"You're hungry, aren't you?" She asked sweetly, sitting sideways in Percy's lap and draping her legs over the side of the armchair, placing the bowl of Mac and cheese in her lap as she snuggled into Percy's chest.
She wiggled her hips, emphasizing her words by rubbing her butt against Percy's raging erection and making him growl, both at her words and actions.
Styx laughed at that. "Come on, Percy. Lunch first."
Saying so, she cupped his face, lovingly spooning a mouthful of warm cheesy goodness into Percy's mouth. He indulged her, eating the Mac and cheese that she fed him, his dark sea-green eyes never leaving hers. His arms wrapped around her waist and shoulders, holding her as close as he could in his lap, almost possessively.
The TV ran on forgotten in the background, bathing them in a gentle glow.
"Aren't you gonna eat?" Percy asked softly, nuzzling his goddess' silky black hair.
In response, Styx took a spoonful of Mac and Cheese.
Eventually, the bowl was emptied in peaceful, comfortable silence, the two just enjoying each other's presence, the feeling of skin on skin, the warmth they shared.
Styx kept the bowl aside, floating it over to the table as she straddled Percy properly. Now it was only the two of them, no distractions, no delays. Her thighs trapped his legs, pressing her crotch directly against his raging, throbbing erection, separated only by his swimming shorts and her bikini bottom.
Styx's smile turned predatory as she stared down at the Dark god, who smirked up at her.
"Now, Mr. Jackson. Where were we?"
Without allowing him to answer, she swooped in, devouring his lips hungrily.
Percy's only response was to wrap his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him, his hands cupping her ass.
This was it.
This was Hatred's true Home.
AN: ...Late update. Have you listened to Soldier of Heaven yet? Sabaton is the main headliner in the Graspop metal festival, beating competition from the likes of Iron Maiden, Judas Priest, Megadeth and Five Finger Death Punch. Finally getting the recognition they deserve!
Alright, sooooo... see you later.
Keep calm and Headbang!