Disclaimer: I only own the plot and my OCs. Anything you recognize as not mine belongs to Rick Riordan, Greco-Roman mythology, and/or their otherwise respective owners.

Author's Notes: Happy (early) Christmas, everybody! So I decided to make this a three-parter instead of a two-parter, thus there's one more chapter with this title to go. But, after that... ;)

Anyways, as always, I hope you enjoy. Until next chapter,

~TGWSI/Selene Borealis

~The Finding Home Saga~

~Finding Home~

~Chapter 76: Like An Empire Of The Sun Song Pt. 2~

Luke carried me into the bedroom. I willed us dry before we left the bathroom, to which he chuckled. "I kind of forgot that you can do that," he admitted.

That made me snort. "What, you were gonna let us have sex on the bed sopping wet?"

He didn't give me a verbal answer, just shrugged his shoulders. I guess that meant he actually would've.

He set me down on the bed. I hadn't laid on top of it the other other time that I was here, and to my awe, I found that it was absolutely comfortable. The mattress and pillows were both just the right amount of squishy. The blankets were soft, making me feel like I was laying on a pile of clouds. Like I really was in heaven.

Luke got into the bed once I was settled. He went back over me, kissing me on the lips for the umpteenth time this night, then trailing his kisses downwards to the column of my neck. Instinctively, I craned it to give him better access. I found myself gasping as he nipped at my skin with his teeth. He suckled gently.

He was giving me a hickey.

And he gave me quite a few more of them, too. "I want to worship you," he murmured, his voice practically rumbling in his throat. "You're the love of my life. I've never loved anyone else like I've loved you."

I threaded a hand shakily through his hair. "And if I...feel the same way?"

His smirk returned. "You can show me tomorrow," he compromised. "But tonight, it's all about you, Percy."

I wasn't gong to try and argue with him on that. He could have what he wanted tonight.

With that compromise, I'd definitely show him tomorrow.

Luke's kisses went lower and lower. When he got to my chest, he diverted from the line that he was making to bite at my right nipple – and gods, I didn't know that nipples on guys could be that fucking sensitive. "Luke," I groaned.

He sat up some, concerned. "Do you want me to stop?"

I shook my head wildly. "No, please, please don't stop!"

He reached back up for another kiss on the lips. "If you want me to stop, at any point, just tell me, and I will," he told me. "You don't need to worry about that."

The reminder made me smile. "I know."

Luke's journey back up wasn't entirely for that single reason. I heard him opening up the drawer to the nightstand nearest to us. Watching him with a slight shift of my neck, I saw as he pulled out a bottle – a bottle of lube. The sound of him uncapping it was louder than I thought it perhaps should have been.

He squeezed out some of the liquid onto his fingers. I'd never actually seen lube in-person before: I knew what it was as a gay guy, of course I did, but my interaction with it had been nonexistent up until this point. I was a little surprised at how clear and viscous-looking it was.

And cold. Luke told me what he was going to do before he did it, but I still tensed when I felt the cold liquid at my entrance. "Are you okay?" Luke checked in again. He was abashed. "Sorry, I should've warmed it up." He made it sound like it was something he'd forgotten about.

...Then again, this wasn't either of our actual "firs times."

"It's fine," I said. "Actually, I kind of..." The feeling of the cold with the warmth of his finger was nice. A pleasant dichotomy.

I wriggled around to illustrate my point when words failed me. He laughed. "Okay, then."

The first finger inside me was pleasant, much more pleasant than the other times that I remembered. Luke crooked it a couple of times, making me moan sharply. He wasn't close enough for me to grab him with my hands anymore, so I settled for fisting them in the sheets.

The second finger was even better. "Oh, gods," I gasped. "Oh, fuck."

"One more," Luke promised me. "I just want to be sure." The next part, I knew that he was mostly saying to himself, but I could hear him anyways: "The lube's working even better than it usually does..."

I wanted to ask him what he meant by that, but I didn't get the chance to.

Just when I was about to come all over again from his three fingers, he slid them out. All of a sudden, I felt so empty. And he was looking at me with nothing but adoration and love shining in his eyes. "You ready?"

"Yes!" I was practically willing to beg for it, if I had to.

But Luke wasn't – would never be – like that. He lined himself up, and –

He went in slowly but steadily, taking the time to make sure that I was comfortable with it with every inch, every step of the way. When he was fully seated, he paused. "Just tell me when," he whispered.

Which was a good idea of him, because I needed some time to adjust. I'd never felt this full in my entire life. Not that I'm a size queen or anything, but he was definitely a lot bigger than average.

And I'd never felt this intimately connected to him before, either. We'd been fairly intimate before without actually being intimate in the sexual sense, but this was something else. It was something magical. It felt like, to paraphrase that one Empire of the Sun song that everybody knows but I already told you isn't the song that made me title his chapter title and the others like it in this way, two people becoming one.

And I loved it.

I loved him.

"Okay," I said when I was ready. It felt like an eternity had passed by, and yet I knew that the actual span of time was only a few seconds at the most.

Luke didn't go too fast, but he didn't go too slow either. He seemed to know just the perfect pace, even when he was kissing me, even when he was wrapping his hand around my dick and jerking me off again.

I went back to running my hands through his hair. My ankles crossed behind his back in an attempt to get him even moreinto me than he already was.

Again, it didn't feel like it took too long until I was back on that precipice. "Luke," I hissed.

"It's okay," he soothed. "I've got you. I love you."

I came with a shout.

Luke wasn't far behind me. In the aftermath, he pulled out, which was another unusual sensation due to what came out with it – but it wasn't bad. He allowed himself to fall onto the stretch of mattress right next to me. Eagerly, I curled up to him.

"How was that?" he mumbled into my hair.

"The best experience I've ever had," I mumbled back.

And that was the utter truth.

We had sex several more times that night. That's the great thing about being a demigod as a guy: our refractory periods are a lot less than they are for a typical mortal.

In the morning, I woke up to rays of sunlight dancing at my eyelids and the sound of cupboards being opened from the main part of the penthouse. My body was deliciously sore in a multitude of places, as I found out when I stretched, still semi-asleep. A groan slipped out of my mouth as I blearily opened my eyes, taking note of the empty other side of the bed – which made the sounds of somebody beginning to cook make sense – and the time from the alarm clock on the nightstand. 9:36 AM.

My eyes shifted their focus as my head tilted, so that I was looking up at the ceiling. A small smile spread across my lips as I breathed, "Wow."

Last night had been the best night of my life, of that I had no doubt. I didn't think I'd ever had a more exhilarating experience, and I wanted to take a few moments to relish in it.

Only a few moments, though, because then I realized just how badly I had to go to the bathroom. I sat up, wincing as I did. There was a very particular sensation coming from my lower abdomen. Perhaps this was to be expected, considering that I felt sore everywhere else, but something about this pain was...different. Absentmindedly, I rubbed my hand on my stomach as I stood up.

I'd worry about it later, if it was even something to worry about.

Thus, the strangeness of that specific pain was discarded from my mind very quickly.

I went into the bathroom to use the toilet and brush my teeth. My hair, as revealed by my reflection, was even more of an absolute mess than it usually was. 'Gives a new meaning to the term 'bedhead,' I thought, snickering to myself.

Sitting on the counter was a set of folded clothes, including a pair of boxers. They weren't mine, per se, but as I unfolded them they were revealed to be my size. The pants were a plaid blue, flannel, and the shirt was a black MCR t-shirt, specifically of their The Black Parade album. It made me grin. Luke knew me well.

When I left the bedroom, I found him in the kitchen area, as I'd expected. He already had a pan heating up on the stove, with a carton of eggs, bag of shredded cheese, a pack of spinach, a tomato, butter, and what looked like a pack of those frozen hash brown patties on the counter. Luke turned around as he saw me coming while I fluffed my hair with my right hand absentmindedly, undoubtedly making the messiness worse. But I knew he wouldn't care about that. "'Morning," he said.

"'Morning," I replied, wrapping my arms around him from behind and standing up on my tiptoes to place a kiss on his cheek. At five-foot-eight now, still the same height as Clarisse and Silena even after we'd grown over the past couple of years, I was pretty sure that I'd stopped growing – even though I should've probably had a few more growth spurts in me. I could've been wrong (read: I wasn't), but I didn't mind. The height difference between me and Luke was fine with me. "Are you making me breakfast?"

"I'm making us breakfast," he corrected me goodheartedly. "Do you want toast? All I have is sourdough, but – "

"Sourdough is fine," I cut in.

I let go of him so that he could go over to one of the cupboards and pull out the loaf of bread. He set it on the counter with all of the other stuff. "Five eggs okay with you?"

"Sure. Anything that I can do?"

Luke directed me with his head towards the spinach and tomato. "Can you wash those off and cut them up? We only need about half of each. Dice the tomato."

I moved them closer over to the sink and turned on the faucet, before I went around him with ease to collect a knife. "Sure thing."

We made a great team together when we didn't have to worry about the gods or the end of the world or anything else like that. Let it never be said that we didn't.

Luke focused on the omelet and the hash brown patties since the oven was connected to the stove. I set about making the toast. Once everything was ready, he dished out the plates. I cut off a piece of the omelet with my fork and shoved it into my mouth. "Gods, Luke," I said once I'd swallowed it. "This is really good."

He winked. "It's my Castellan specialty."

There was one little thing that was nagging at my mind, that I had to ask. "Any plans for today?"

Sure, this weekend had been planned for one very specific purpose, but I knew that he liked to do other things with me. It wouldn't have bothered me if he wanted us to do something somewhere else, although my sex-fried brain was struggling to think of what that could be.

But Luke shook his head. "Just spending time with you here...unless you had something else in mind?"

"Nope. Nuh-uh," I went.

He tilted his head. "The sex was really that good?"

"I told you last night, the sex was amazing."

"Then eat up, φώκη," he encouraged, waggling his eyebrows. "Then we'll have round two in a couple of hours."

"More like round five or six," I said, but nonetheless cut off an even bigger piece of the omelet and put it into my mouth, too.

Once we were finished eating, we did the dishes together. All that meant was we took turns wiping the dishes off in the sink and then putting them in the dishwasher, but I think there's something romantic in that just like the old-fashioned way.

Afterwards, we had a repeat of last night, in which we snuggled on the couch and watched TV as we waited. Luke was a lot more patient than I was; I did my best not to squirm from all of the pent-up energy within me, but it wasn't exactly easy. It didn't help that the movie we'd turned on this time wasn't really as interesting as the ones we'd watched last night – it just wasn't to my tastes.

Almost to two hours to the dot, I decided that I'd had enough. I illustrated this to Luke by kissing him on the cheek and then nipping at the skin on the column of his throat. I wasn't necessarily trying to give him a hickey, but even if I was, turn about is fair play.

Luke's throat was vibrating with his voice again, it was so husky. I could feel it. "Already?"

"Mmhmm," I hummed.

Don't be fooled: he didn't mind this, not at all. Pushing me away from his neck gently, he scooped me up into his arms once again. This time, though, he didn't carry me bridal-style: I wrapped my legs around his torso and my arms around his neck, and this was how he carried me off to the bedroom.

Luke was determined when we got there to shower me with affection the same way he had last night, however I didn't let him get very far with that. As soon as he'd taken off my pajama pants, I successfully rolled us over so that I was the one on top of him. "You told me last night that I could show you today how much I love you," I reminded him.

He groaned, letting his head fall a little deeper into the pillows. "I did say that, didn't I?"

"You did," I singsonged.

I took off my shirt, choosing to leave the boxers on – I couldn't really tell you why. Luke took off his own shirt, revealing his abs once more. I stared at them for a moment, mesmerized.

Then, an idea popped into my brain.

"What are you – ?" Luke tried to ask as I got into place, because I hadn't even made a move to take off his pants or boxers yet. The sentence was cut off short as he helped, actually yelped. I'd never heard him make that sound before. He clearly hadn't been expecting me to do what I had done. "Percy!"

I'd licked a broad stripe along his abdomen. Grinning up at him, triumphant, I said, "I just had to have a taste."

"You know, you really are a – "

That sentence was cut off, too.

When I took off his pajamas and his boxers at the same time, I became a little nervous. My teeth dug into my bottom lip slightly. "I don't..." I said haltingly, "I don't think I can do for you what you did for me last night. In the bathtub."

Now, I don't want to give you the impression that most people wouldn't have been understanding of this even without knowing the full details of everything (because Luke didn't, by a long-shot), but it was a thought in my head. A little, three-winged beast of anxiety that was clawing at my skull. Because not everyone is understanding, unfortunately, and even though I knew that Luke wasn't one of those people, I couldn't help but worry.

Things could've gone very, very differently, depending on how he responded.

But he proved me right yet again. Right for why I loved him, right for why he was the love of my life, and so much more. "Anything you want to do, that's fine," he said. "Don't do anything you don't want to."

I wrapped my hand around him experimentally after I'd applied some lube to it, because he'd said that'd make it better for both of us. I'd never done this before on anyone besides myself. Based off of last night, however, I didn't think that Luke was too much different from me in his preferences. He'd seemed to know just how to get me off.

I tugged in the way that I would've liked, had our positions been reversed and the same as last night, and I was proven correct. Luke's face alone showed me just how much he liked it.

Keeping up my efforts, I shifted my position some. There was another peculiar sensation occurring within me...from down there this time around. I realized that I'd kind of felt it last night, but I'd been too far gone in the post-orgasm bliss to notice it.

Luke guided me when there were adjustments that he wanted me to make. "Percy, just a little bit harder..." he moaned once. Then, "A little faster, yes..."

When he came, he spurted out onto my hand. I gazed at the combination of it and the lube glistening on my palm. I almost thought about –

– Nope, I wasn't going to do that. Mainly, because I didn't want to risk it in the event that things turned out wrong.

But then, what else was I supposed to do with it?

Well...

I got another idea.

Using my left hand to take off my boxers, I willed with my powers the mixture of cum and lube on my right hand only to the tips of my index and middle fingers. A dark look settled in Luke's eyes at the display; he pumped his cock in his right hand, getting it back to full hardness. He knew what I was going to do.

"It's all going to the same place anyways, isn't it?" I asked him coyly.

I wasn't really able to figure out how to get into a position where he could see me actually do it good enough because of how in the moment I was, but that didn't matter in the slightest. Just what he could see was more than enough for him.

And it would've been enough for me, too.

...Except.

Except when I put my fingers at my entrance, I felt my eyes widen. Suddenly, I knew what Luke had been referring to last night when he'd said that the lube had been better than it was most of the time. Suddenly, I knew what that sensation I'd just been experiencing was all about.

Luke's expression immediately shifted at mine. "Percy?" he asked. "You okay?"

I wasn't sure of how to answer him. Several emotions were coursing through me at breakneck speed: shock, shame, bewilderment, and especially hysteria.

Luke sat up. "Perce?"

How had we not noticed this anymore than we had last night? Had we just been too caught up in what we were doing to? I guess so. There was no other explanation.

I hadn't replied to Luke after a few more seconds. Now, he was really starting to get worried. "Percy?" he repeated.

"I think..." I began. I had to wet my lips before I could finish the thought. "I think I just discovered a new ability of mine."

Luke was understandably confused. "What?"

I drew my right hand away and willed it dry. Then I leaned back a little, so that he could see. My face felt like it was absolutely on fire. "I don't think we need the lube after all," I croaked out. "I'm already...slicked up, I guess?"

Understanding dawned on Luke's face.

This had to come from my being a son of Poseidon, right? I couldn't think of another explanation for it. Well, maybe it came from the blessing that Despoina had given me – her little "gift" when she'd kissed me on the lips last summer. The thought of my half-sister giving me this was more than a little horrifying, though, and I was assured when something inside me – not a feeling caused by any god, just an instinctual response on my own part – refuted that idea.

Yep, definitely a trait as a son of Poseidon, then.

(Not that I was thinking about this now, but it would occur to me later that maybe this was what Ares had been talking about when he'd said all the way back during my first quest that Poseidon's mortal sons were "pansies," and what Cleisthenes and his family had meant when they'd said that I could be a μαλακός. Maybe this was an ability that all of his mortal sons had.

I'd also wonder why at that same time the ability had made itself known here and not...before. Not that I want to talk about that, as you already know, but it was just a thought that I had.

To that, I still don't really have an answer.)

A smile twitched at Luke's lips. "You're just full of surprises, aren't you?" he murmured, before he leaned forwards to kiss me.

"You don't – you don't mind?" I asked in between kisses, as I pulled away and he just went back to doing it.

I was still a little freaked out over this, and understandably so. After all, it was my body that was doing this.

"We should still use a little lube, just to be safe," he said. "But, no. Why would I mind? We live in a world of gods and monsters, Percy. You really think this is all that weird?"

...Well, when he put it like that...

"I love you," I purred, before I pounced on him like a lion.

Pushing him so that he was laying on his back on the bed once again, I got to work on preparing myself as I did what I'd said I would and showed him just how much I loved him. It was a little weird on two accounts at first, the first being that I'd never done this to myself before and the second because feeling two dry fingers going up there was just unusual. But the second problem was quickly remedied, and it didn't take me long until I was spread out enough.

I lined myself up once I was, still on top. I actually liked it this way. It was nice to feel like, to know, that I had the power to go at the pace that I wanted to, even though Luke would've made sure of that regardless.

As I sunk onto him, we both let out moans in unison. Gods, I loved this. I didn't think that I could get enough.

"Ready when you are," Luke told me.

"Oh, I am so ready," I said back.

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