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Author's Notes: And another chapter!

Brief warning: this chapter does contain sexual content. I mean, you probably guessed that from the chapter title lol, but just to confirm it. I rewrote this chapter multiple times to try and get it right, so I hope that I did. Fingers crossed!

As always, until the next chapter,

~TGWSI/Selene Borealis

Μὰ πατέρα – By (my) father/I swear to (my) father

~Say A Little Prayer~

~Chapter 7: A Special Birthday Celebration~

Weeks passed. We trained, and trained, and trained with Drimios. He'd brought some weapons along with him (well, in the pocket of space that he could summon from, just like how Riptide went to mine for now when I wasn't using it), all made of celestial bronze. As it turned out, there were certain items that even gods could not conjure up, and the sacred metals and food and drink of the gods were some of them.

He wanted us each to get familiar with at least two or three types of weapons. I chose the sword and the labrys, of course, but I added in the dagger when the moment came for close-range combat. Katie and Silena both stuck with the sword and the dagger, although Katie said she might choose another later on; I saw her eyeing my labrys with interest, which was not surprising. As Drimios had said, however, all other labryes had been destroyed, so he didn't have any for her to try out with.

Luke was a bit more complicated. He kept with his sword, naturally. But he had to choose another weapon, and after he said everything else Drimios had to offer did not particularly call to him, including the scythes, a gleam appeared in the elder god's eye. "There is one more thing I have," he said. "Something that nobody else up until now knew that I do."

He snapped his fingers. On the rug on the ground, alongside the other weapons, appeared a two-foot celestial bronze cylinder. It was familiar to me, because I'd just seen one almost exactly like it, albeit this one was...older, not as refined.

"A prototype for the upgraded version he currently has," Drimios continued. "I stole it. You're not the first one to be a Lightning Thief, boy. You're just the first one who got caught."

Luke looked like he was going to be sick. He shook his head. "No. No. I'm not using that thing."

I reached out for him. "Luke – "

"I'm not!" he roared.

His voice was so much more powerful than mine. It sent me, Katie, and Silena flat on our asses, not to mention the rest of the destruction that it caused.

Self-loathing filled Luke's visage as he realized what he had done. He hung his head. "Please," he murmured. "Not – not yet."

"That's fine, Luke," I said, getting to my feet. I walked over to him and reached up, cupping his cheek with my hand. "I was going to tell you that you can wait."

"The longer he waits, the less experience he'll get with it," Drimios muttered.

I craned my neck to glare at him, eyes flashing. "He can wait."

Zeus' wrath, as well as the wrath of my father, at what we had done continued. They kept on taking it out on the mortals, and there were reports of natural disaster after natural disaster. The death toll was climbing.

Still, there was nothing that we could do. Even if we didn't go back. Luke and I couldn't try to exert any real control over our domains yet. We didn't have the experience for it. Moreover, while the Olympian Council knew about my domains, we couldn't let them know that Luke had also been given the domains of their other most important god – no offense to Hades.

Because then, they would probably jump to the same conclusions as Drimios, and that would be bad.

Ananke had given us a chance, yet that wouldn't stop her from making it as difficult as possible to achieve.

But, anyways. With us spending so much time training, the havoc two of the Big Three were wreaking aside, before I knew it, what would've been my fifteenth birthday arrived. Or maybe it was still my fifteenth birthday; even with the futures I'd seen, I still wasn't quite sure if the gods before us had celebrated their birthdays, if my family would or not aside.

After I made breakfast for the day, consisting of cheddar cheese, tomato, and spinach omelets with has browns and toast on the side, Katie and Silena said their goodbyes and went off with Drimios for the day. Luke and I stayed behind.

It may not have been my birthday anymore, but my boyfriend had been able to work something out with the elder god. A "mental health day," of sorts.

"We have the entire house to ourselves for the day," Luke said, once their retreating figures fell out of sight. He smiled at me. "What do you want to do?"

I bit my lip. There were many things that I wanted to do.

"How about we watch a movie?"

We went into the living room, which had an even larger flat-screen TV than the kitchen and an insane number of shelves of DVDs. I scanned the rows, trying to find something that would work. Making my pick, I took it out and held it up for Luke to see. "Have you seen this before?"

"Spider-Man?" he read off. "No."

"We're going with this, then," I informed him. "It's a good movie."

I popped the DVD into the player, before I settled down next to Luke on the couch. It was a sectional, with an ottoman that could basically turn it into a bed if you pushed them together. I pressed the button to skip straight to the menu as soon as I was able to, and from there pressed "Play." The movie began.

Within the first twenty minutes or so, Luke wrapped his arm around my shoulders. I leaned into his side gladly. He smelled good, he had ever since we'd achieved immortality (and he had before that, too, just not in the same way): like the early autumn just after a thunderstorm, with a distinctive undertone of oak. It was going to end up being his sacred tree, I knew, so that made sense to me.

I timed it perfectly. Right after MJ had kissed Peter as Spider-Man when he was upside-down, in the rain, I went and kissed Luke. He made a slight surprised noise, but it was clear that my advances were not unwelcome.

The second kiss came immediately after the first one, and the third straight after the second. I felt desire pooling in my gut, and it was fairly different than how it had been when I was a mortal. Whether it was simply because everything was that much more intense as a god, or because of the change in my factory parts, I wasn't quite sure.

"Percy," Luke breathed after several minutes, pulling away from me faster than I could go back to kissing him. "The movie."

I grabbed the remote and pressed the "Pause" button. "There," I went. "The movie can wait."

Then I resumed kissing him.

Not only that, but after another several minutes, I changed positions, so that I was straddling Luke's waist.

This proved to be too much for him. "Percy," he said again. He put his hands on my waist, and gods, did it feel good. But his expression was nothing except worried. It wasn't exactly unexpected, though it was pretty irritating. "Wait."

I pouted. "I thought you asked me earlier what I wanted to do."

"I did," he acknowledged. "I'm just...worried about taking things too far."

"Why?"

He gave me a look. "It hasn't really been that long since...y'know." His grip on my hips tightened briefly, illustrating what he was referring to. "You haven't really had that much time to get used to it."

"I've had more time than you think."

"Because you can see into the future," he stated.

"Yes. I freaked out before, because even though I'd seen myself...like this," I gestured to myself, "it was still something else to genuinely experience. But I'm fine now. Really."

He visibly pondered on that.

"Trust me, Luke," I told him. I didn't want to get into what I knew he wanted right now. "I wouldn't be doing this if I wasn't ready. And it's a good time to be doing it. Nobody else is around, it's just me and you..." I nuzzled his neck, and I felt his breathing stutter. I smiled. "Don't you want to?"

Need I have asked? Not really.

The hardness against my thigh told me what his actual thoughts were on the matter.

"You are a lot more mischievous than I ever gave you credit for, and I thought I gave you plenty. Μὰ πατέρα," he swore.

"He has nothing to do with this," I singsonged.

Luke gathered me up in his arms again, causing me to yelp. His eyes were dark and swirling, like a storm, his pupils blown so wide I could hardly see his irises. "Good thing, too," he spoke. "Because I am going to absolutely ruin you."

Oh, how that made me ache.

Luke took me up to his bedroom. He'd taken the master's, as he should've. The bed was some kind that was a bit larger than a king's, and its frame was this solid wood, canopy-style, with Greco-Roman-esque columns. He threw me on the bed, and I laughed, but my laughter quickly died away as I saw how hungry he was.

"Luke..." I whispered.

"You asked for it," he said.

He took off his shirt, revealing his tanned and toned torso. It made my mouth water. Then he took off his belt, and I almost thought that just the clanging of it was going to make me wild, and his jeans. He left his boxers underneath on, for now.

My boyfriend came on top of me, a broad expanse, just like his second domain. He pulled me in for a kiss as his fingers played with the hem of my shirt. We separated only so that he could pull it up and over my head.

Luke stared down at my chest afterwards, because I, and I'm not ashamed to admit it, was wearing a bra. I'd found it was more preferable than going without, at least when it came to fighting. And because of how much training we were doing, I'd gotten used to wearing one most of the time.

I raised my back slightly, thinking that he was going to unhook it from behind to take it off.

But then, a smirk came over his face.

He grabbed it by the front.

RIIIIIIIIP!

"Luke!" I cried.

"We're gods, you can fix it easily enough," he pointed out.

Then he pinched my right nipple in between his index finger and thumb – and if I'd thought before that my nipples had become ridiculously sensitive, that didn't begin to describe how they were now.

A wordless moan fell from my lips.

"I've got you," Luke said. "I'm going to take care of you."

Both my slit and dick throbbed.

"Please," I said. "Please, please, please..."

He shucked off my bottoms in one clean go. He palmed my dick, and I shuddered.

This wasn't my first time, strictly-speaking, but it was the first time somebody had touched me like that.

Luke went past my dick, to my slit. I was already wet. My back arched as he traced my lower lips with two of his fingers.

"Have you touched yourself, since...?" he asked me.

"A little," I admitted. "I've gotten myself off a couple of times, but...haven't inserted anything yet. 'Was waiting for you." I bucked my hips for emphasis. "Please, Luke."

"We'll get there," he told me. "'Just want to make sure you're prepared first...I know we're gods, but I don't want you getting hurt..."

That gave me pause. "Has that – has that happened before?"

My heart was fluttering inside my chest, yet it wasn't because of the adrenaline.

I knew that this wasn't Luke's first time, either, and not because of my ability to see into the future. It made sense. He'd had a girlfriend (though they'd only been twelve) and a boyfriend before me, as well as who knew how many other "conquests" besides them. Camp provided outlets for pent-up energy in the form of weapon-training, the lava wall, capture the flag, and etcetera, but those could only go so far. Horny teenagers were going to be horny teenagers.

Plus, putting all that aside, his actions here were more than sufficient on their own to speak to his experience.

"Once," he said. "But it doesn't matter right now. Tell me if you ever want me to stop. I will. I promise."

Now my heart was fluttering for a third reason.

He was such a good boyfriend, wan't he?

The absolute best in the world.

"I won't."

"Still."

I nodded weakly. "O – okay."

He pushed his index finger inside me slowly. The feeling was unusual, not quite like anything I'd experienced before, even though I did have somewhat similar previous experience. It was already making me feel full, but in a different area and way than then. But it didn't hurt.

Luke's fingernail scraped against a particular spot within me before he could get it all of the way in – and oh, I just knew it was going to be over rather quickly for me. My head fell back against the pillow.

He paused. "Are you – ?"

"Yes, I'm fine!" I exclaimed. "Just keep going!"

Luke added his middle finger, increasing the fullness, before he began to scissor and pump the two. Pleasure was building within me, steadily mounting. He moved his hand in such a way that his palm was up against the underside of my dick. With every thrust, he was rubbing up against me.

Then he added his ring finger.

"Fuck!" I said. "Luke – "

The other noises I was making around those words were unseemly. I was trying to regain some sort of control over myself, in spite of what I said a couple paragraphs ago. I wanted things to be perfect our first time together.

I wanted us to –

"It's okay, Percy," Luke spoke into my ear, his chest rumbling. "You can come for me. I know you want to. You don't have to be on your best behavior around me."

"I – I know," I panted.

Still, though...

"Come for me," he purred.

Abruptly, I wasn't able to push it off anymore.

My vision whited out. I cried out his name again, clenching over and over around his fingers. He kissed my lips, my cheeks, my neck as I rode through it, leaving hickeys on the latter, and continued to pump his fingers in and out of me the whole time.

After a minute and a half, my body relaxed with a sigh. I was still having these...aftershocks, something I'd never really noticed when I'd jacked off in my mortal body. It wasn't bad, just a little intense.

I exhaled unsteadily. "W – wow."

Luke chuckled whilst he kept his fingers inside of me, though he wasn't moving them anymore. "Did I do a good job?"

"Do you really need to ask?" I returned.

"Tell me when you're ready," he said. "We can go however fast or slow you want."

"I'm ready."

His eyebrows furrowed. "Are you sure?"

"You haven't 'ruined' me yet," I retorted, wriggling my hips once more.

He laughed properly. "Alright, then."

Luke took off his boxers and got into position quickly, pumping himself. Pre-come was already leaking from his tips. It was one of the most beautiful sights I'd ever seen.

He took his fingers out of me, and it made me feel far emptier and more hollow than I would've cared to admit. A whimper slipped past my mouth.

He didn't ask me if I was "okay" this time, just slid in. My whimper turned into a sharp exhale at how much longer and thicker his dick was than his fingers. I was so full now, it was almost unbelievable.

"It's okay. I'm okay," I said instinctively when he'd finished bottoming out. "Just – give me a 'sec."

"'Course," he rasped, nipping at my ear.

It didn't take very long, since it still didn't really hurt. Again, I think I needed to just get over myself.

"Okay," I said after a few minutes, Luke petting my hair all the while.

When I did, he pulled out nearly all the way, slowly, steadily. Then, with a grunt, he thrusted all the way back in. He worked his way up from there, going a bit faster and faster each time. I wasn't exactly sure of how soon it was, but at some point, he was pounding thunderously into me.

He gripped the headboard right behind me with his right hand, his left clenching the sheets.

All of the sudden, I heard a creaking noise.

"Luke, 'think you're gonna – " I tried to warn him.

CRACK!

The headboard broke, shattering right down the middle.

Too late.

Gods, was it hot, though.

"'Fix it later," he growled.

I didn't get the chance to really say anything in response. With his right hand free, he used it to knead my breast – and his touch was a lot rougher than it had been before.

But that was just what I'd needed. Combined with him hitting a certain spot inside of me, it sent me right back to the edge.

"Luke," I gasped.

"I love you," he said.

"'Love – love you too," I slurred. Without warning, my tongue had become thick in my mouth.

He let go of my breast, his hand going back down. He wrapped it around my dick and began to jerk me off. "You're going to come for me again."

"But, I want – " I started to say.

"That wasn't a request," he informed me. Fuck. Yet even as his tone was harsh, his eyes were shining with love. "I'll be right behind you, I – I promise." His hips stuttered, as if to prove his point. "Come on. Fall apart for me, Perce."

Wailing, my head tossing wildly from side to side, I did as I was told.

Luke kept his oath, and thrusted even faster as he came. He didn't stop until he was utterly spent, pulling out and laying down next to me. I laid my left leg on top of his and kissed his brow. My hands ran through his hair. We stared at each other for a while, neither of us saying anything, just basking in the other's presence.

He eventually pulled my hands away by the wrists and clasped them together, placing a kiss on my knuckles. "Hey," he said softly.

"Hey," I said.

"So, how was it?"

"Bed-shattering." He snickered. "For real, though, I think you know. you definitely 'ruined' me for anyone else, if that was what you were trying to do."

Now, he groaned. "You're never going to let me live that down, are you?"

"No way, because I simply find it too endearing. You're stuck with me mentioning it for the rest of eternity."

Instead of my answer making him happy, he became contemplative. My mouth curved downwards. "What?"

"How much of the future have you seen, Percy?" Luke asked. "And give me an honest answer, please."

A sigh was the first part of my answer to him. The second: "It's complicated."

"Meaning?" he nudged.

"I've seen an endless amount of possible futures. If Ananke hasn't finished weaving it – or crocheting it, or whatever – then it's not exactly written in stone," I revealed. "Things change. They change all the time. And I don't exactly remember everything that I've seen, either. It gets to be rather much; my brain filters a lot of it out unless I'm focusing on it."

"But you know what things are like in the future where we win?"

"If I tell you what happens, Luke, it won't happen."

Frustrated, he went down a different route. "Are we happy, at least?"

My resolve wavered. How I could keep something like that from him, knowing how he hadn't had a happy life at all as a mortal?

"We're happy," I confirmed quietly.

He quirked an eyebrow. "Are we married? Since, y'know, you are the God of Marriage..."

"Well, technically, we are already married," I said, knowing full-well that it would distract him. "We just got married, in fact."

Luke's eyes widened. He looked seriously panicked; it was almost funny. "What?"

"Did you think that the gods had wedding ceremonies, back in the day?" I giggled. "Well, they did, but it wasn't common enough for them to be done a good portion of the time. Zeus didn't have a wedding ceremony when he married Metis, Dione, Eurynome, his aunts Themis and Mnemosyne, or Leto. Hera didn't get one, either. Zeus went after her by turning himself into a cuckoo, and as soon as she held him to her breast, he turned back into his natural form and...raped her."

"That bastard," Luke seethed.

"Yes, they're all bastards. But just because you have the same domains as him, and Kronos, that doesn't mean you're going to end up like them, because you're not," I said.

He was going to need me to repeat that a good several times before he truly believed it, I knew. Especially in the near-future.

That was a matter to be up then, however. If I spoke about it now, I knew he wouldn't believe me.

"Anyways," I went on, "Hera was distraught afterwards. She'd told their mother, Rhea, that she wanted to remain a virgin goddess like Hestia, and now she'd had sex out of wedlock. But Zeus reminded her that, technically, they were already married, because the act of sex was seen as binding as a wedding ceremony itself.

"We'll have a proper wedding ceremony after the war, though, I promise you. So we'll get in the outfits and be able to tell each other our vows at the altar and all that jazz, if you're worried about that." I just won't be the only bride(groom) there.

"You didn't tell me this before," he accused, except he wasn't really that angry. "I'm going to have to get used to you not telling me things, aren't I?"

"Just as long as the war lasts. It's the only way that we're going to win. But after that, I swear to you – " my hands moved out of his for this, so I could pull him in for a quick kiss " – that there will be no secrets between us, husband."

"'Husband,'" Luke mused. "I like the sound of that."

He shifted us around so he was on top of me again. "But what if I want to exchange vows with you now, not later?"

"You do?" I asked, surprised.

"Only the simple, modern ones; we can save the big stuff for later," he hummed. "Although, I suppose we'll have to throw out a good portion of them. There's no 'in sickness and in health' to worry about, or 'as long as we both shall live.'"

"Mmhmm," I vocalized in agreement. He'd moved his hand back down to my slit, and he was using his fingers again to circle my entrance.

"How about this," he spoke, mouthing at my jaw. "I, Lucas, Time, the Sky, Thunder, Lightning, Law, Order, Justice, and Liberation, take you, Perseus, God of the Seas, the Hearth, Prophecy, Storms, Earthquakes, Fertility, Childbirth, Marriage, Family, and Home, to be my husband." He dipped his fingers inside me, drawing out a loose breath. "To have and to hold, from this day forwards, for better or worse, in good times and in bad, no matter where we are or who may try to separate us, for as long as 'forever' lasts."

"Th – that sounds good," I croaked out.

"What, you're not going to tell me the same?" His smirk was sharp against my skin.

"Not while you're – ah – fucking me with your fingers, Luke."

"I suppose that's fair," he replied. His smirk turned into a downright wicked grin. "I'll just have to fuck you with my dick, then. 'See if I can get you to scream them out that way."

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