Triton's eyes widened and Percy could see that his nostrils had flared slightly and that his breathing became heavier.
Percy gulped and started to nervously back away from his immortal brother in small controlled swishes of his fins. It was pointless though, since he was currently much smaller and his tails were stubbier in his child form.
Curse Leo and all of the Hecate kids! Percy lamented, of course he'd end up de-aged.
Percy winced as Triton kept on hounding him and squished held his face with both his hands. Of course he'd end up with Triton, and of course said brother would have a horrific case of cuteness aggression rivaling what he'd seen mortal aunties smothering their nieces and nephews with on the surface.
So chapter one went great! Now I have a question; since a good portion of my readers are from the previous Bonding by Dr.Paint, should I continue to post any extras on Fanfiction.net or post them here?
Frank, Hazel, and Jason all froze and stared at Leo in disbelief, he grinned and rest his chin on his knees as if he didn't just commit a giant faux pas.
Frank stared down at his melting ice cream and mourned the end of what had promised to be a rather pleasant day. The skies were clear, the sun was out, and the winds were soft and billowy; it made for a perfect setup for a day at the beach.
He looked towards the demigod in question. While all of them were dressed in modern swim wear, Percy had opted to go with something much more traditional. It looked like a skirt/loincloth hybrid and was a lovely green and petal pink color embroidered with golden threads and polished shells that made a delicate tinkling sound whenever he moved. It was obviously a gift from his godly family, one that he wore with practiced ease if the way he was lounging against a bean bag was to go by. How he managed not to flash them his junk was beyond him, Frank thought.
Percy had been looking off into the distance at the water when Leo had sprung the question out of nowhere, his blue moon ice cream was uneaten in his hand and still frozen, most likely due to him keeping it frozen with his powers. He turned his attention towards them and replied in a dazed manner, "Sorry, what'd you say?"
Leo, obviously not caring for the tension he was potentially causing carried on with question, "I'm just gonna say it since no one here is macho enough to say it. What's your dad's deal with you?"
Percy blinked, "His deal?"
"Yeah, his deal." Leo scooched over and poked one of the gleaming bronze armlets adorned on the Son of Poseidon, "You let him deck you out in some pretty ritzy stuff; metals that even I can tell are heavily enchanted with some gnarly defenses."
When Percy had come back to the surface, he was adorned with all sorts of simple, but eye catching ornaments. You didn't need Lou or her siblings to tell you he was basically a walking nuke to anyone who wished him harm. What was odd was that Percy would usually forego such drastic measures, what had made him comply so easily now?
Percy gave them his full attention, "Guys relax, it's more for monsters if anything. It's not like they ever hurt anybody during spars, or," he narrowed his eyes at Jason, "When someone's trying to force you into pants."
Jason threw his hands up in exasperation, "Would you let that go already?"
"No."
"Percy." he paused when he felt a warm hand on his shoulder, Hazel had a soft but firm grip on his bicep, "What Leo is trying to say is that maybe, have you considered that your father is being a bit too generous?"
"Bro." Jason gave him a hard stare, "No deity just gives and not expect anything in return."
They lapsed into an uncomfortable silence.
Percy, for all that he usually projected, was more than capable enough to read in between the lines and he didn't like what they were implying. It wasn't as though he never stopped to consider it as well, but he had to set the record straight.
"Now look here-
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold it!" demanded Leo, "I ain't trying to say anything like that." His outburst startled everyone on the picnic blanket.
Frank ran a hand through his hair, pushing down some feathers that had sprouted subconsciously, "Huh?"
Leo was now on his knees with his arms akimbo, "You heard me, don't put words in my mouth."
"Well then, what were you trying to say?" asked Hazel wide eyed and even more weary.
The Son on Hephaestus clicked his tongue in annoyance and got up close and personal to Poseidon's Prince with a grip on his well toned shoulders, "So how'd you do it?"
"Do what?" Percy was completely lost at this point and didn't know what to expect.
"Your deal with you dad... what'd ya do to butter him up and get him to give you all this cool stuff?"
The three Romans behind Leo had no words to describe their incredulity.
A smile began to creep on the Sea Prince's face, "Butter him up?"
"Stop parroting what I say!" Leo complained with a humorous crack in his voice, "Impart your wisdom, tell me your secrets! How do I get my grumpy pops to send me cool stuff too? Do you have any idea how many things I could make if he- quit laughing, I'm being serious!" he squawked indignantly.
Percy had tears in his eyes he was laughing so hard, "I didn't do anything. Dad, Mother Amphitrite and Triton just give me stuff when they feel like it."
"Lies! You have them wrapped around your little finger." he emphasized this by wiggling his pinky in the space between them.
"I'm telling you the truth man."
Leo scoffed, but eventually let go of him, "Selfish. You won't even tell your ol' pal how to get the good stuff." he whipped around and gave his chuckling friends behind him his best stink eye, "Aren't you guys curious too?"
"He's Lord Poseidon's only demigod child, maybe he just likes doting on him?" reasoned Frank.
"And he's probably not as annoying." ribbed Jason.
"Hey!"
Hazel caught her breath and joked, "Maybe he gives him a little kiss on the cheek when he wants something. I used to see snooty rich girls do that with their daddy's when they wanted a new dress or lipstick."
"Oh yeah, that'd definitely work." Percy rolled his eyes and said sarcastically. On a whim, he pulled some seawater from the ocean and held it in a sphere above his palm, "Hey Dad? Can I have a shiny new yacht and some fancy anklets maybe? Pretty please?" he asked sweetly and gave the globe of water a big fat kiss.
Mwuah~!
Their fit of giggles were cut short when startled shrieks of nearby campers had them on alert, but they were just as quickly disarmed as a gorgeous pearlescent cruiser was now bobbing merrily in the ocean waters.
Their attentions were diverted again when a quick golden flash traveled down Percy's legs; after the light had subsided, a pair of gleaming celestial bronze, blue nacre lined, pearl encrusted, beautifully engraved greaves now adorned his shins.
The demigod's on the blanket were torn between staring bug eyed at either the shiny new yacht or the impressive ornamental armor.
Percy groaned and hid his burning face behind his hands, "Daaaad..."
Leo's jaw nearly hit the sand, "No. Freaking. WAY."
...
Queen Amphitrite rubbed her husband's back lightly as he unknowingly mirrored his precious demigod son's embarrassed pose; his face aglow with golden ichor.
"Oh my dear Husband," she cooed, "You're just too easy."
I had to do it. If Percy wants it, Daddy Poseidon will do his damned best to get it for him! Hephaestus better watch out the next time Leo's around lol.
"Perseus, I thought you said these games of yours were stress relieving?"
"They are." he grunted.
Triton raised a perfectly groomed eyebrow at his (frankly) vicious finger smashing, "You're exuding the exact opposite of tranquilness."
"Trust me. I am calm, cool, collected, and having so much fun right now." he replied in a borderline unhinged tone, "Very relaxing."
"...Indeed."
Prince Triton had very little to base on whether that statement was true or not, but he was almost certain his brother was trying to convince himself.
He stared at the flat screen tv and tried to make sense of what exactly he was looking at, but try as he may, he couldn't grasp the novelty and settled for leaning on his brother instead.
He positively loathed being on land and made it a point to surface only when deemed absolutely necessary, he would much rather spend his time in their Lord Father's beautiful realm in the oceans, but his demigod brother practically dragged him up here when he was made aware that he, Prince Triton, had never played a video game during the entirety of his immortal existence.
And yes, the game room in Atlantis had plenty of dazzling arcade games to choose from, amongst other choices, but they didn't entice him in any way to play them at all. He could have gone the rest of his said immortal existence rather content having never known about the 'joys' of video games. Thank you very much.
But alas, here he was. Sat in their Father’s newly refurbished cabin and experiencing a mild case of dry eye of all things.
What a nuisance.
Triton summoned water between his fingers and swept them across his eyes, "How can you stand looking at these screens for so long without proper hydration?" He studied his brother closely and noticed something concerning, "Perseus, when was the last time you blinked?" the younger Prince’s expression had assumed a disturbing blank faced, wide-eyed, thousand yard stare.
"I've been working on this level for two and a half hours and I refuse to blink until I beat this one part."
Goodness, what a mess this godling of his was.
He sighed through his nose in resignation and put an arm around his brother's back, smiling fondly, "Your surface habits are very strange, but quite charming."
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This might as well be We All Simp The Sea Prince but with an extra helping of horny.
Please read the warnings before proceeding. Enjoy.
M/M Apollo/Percy
5k+ words
Rating: M/18+
CW: Sexual situations, thousand years age-gap, descriptive horniness.
Apollo is thirsty and needs the Sea Prince to quench the thirst.
Apollo was facing a dilemma.
Ever since he took deeper notice of Poseidon’s demigod son, he couldn’t go a single day without his mind cycling back to think about him again, even his nights were peppered with wanton wishes of him. His every passing thoughts were plagued with images of Percy and the sweet nothings he swore he'd whisper in his ear if he got the chance.
How could this have happened? At what point in time did his innocuous admiration for the boy turn into hazy lust filled gazes?
Apollo recalled back the last time he saw him and amended his previous statement. Percy was no longer a boy, but a man; a wonderful handsome man with all the qualities anyone could ask for in a partner.
What was there not to love? He had an honest and charming smile, swagger that rolled off him with each step he took, his rocking body (DAT ASS) that proudly displayed his dedication, melodious laughter that soothed the weary, the strength that rivaled the greatest amongst them, his legendary feats that immortalized his glory, and most noticeably, his gorgeous saccharine green eyes that tangled any unsuspecting soul into a tango of fancies…he was no exception.
In essence, he was the siren that sang fantasies in the minds of those who he interacted with, the incubus whose fingers were dripping with nothing but honey and seduction, the oasis in a wretched wasteland with heavenly crystalline waters he so desperately wanted to taste.
He groaned in frustration and ran a hand down his face, lately his hookups had been nothing short of a disaster. He couldn’t for the life of him find any relief or satisfaction from indulging in his bodily desires; and when he tired of the women, he went through a few rounds of men. But alas, each and every time he was on the slippery cusp of his climax, his imagination supplied him with sultry images of a certain young man lost in the throes of fiery passion.
Passion ignited by him.
Truthfully, it was the only way he could get off these days.
At the tightening feeling in his pants, he willed himself to calm down and continue with the task at hand. With any luck, he may be able to sate his long held desires today.
He gripped the wheel of his sun chariot and leaned over the door to scan the ocean below him. He'd been vigilant for a few hours now and so far he caught no sign of Triton leaving Percy’s side.
The two of them were standing on the surface of the water in their mortal forms, it looked as though Triton was currently giving Percy a lesson or two on controlling the ocean.
Or whatever it was that fish people like them did.
Tartarus, he swooned while quickly slapping a hand over his mouth to prevent a moan from slipping through his lips. Even the thought of his newly discovered Merform sent delicious waves of tantalizing pleasure throughout his body, it left him quivering in a lonely post-nut afterglow filled with visions of what they were so obviously destined to be. Endless new opportunities came pouring in when he imagined all the ways they could explore his new body together. He licked his lips in anticipation.
Oh the things he’d love to do to him…
Focus! He chastised himself.
After bribing Helios to take over for him for a day, he’d spent the better half of his time carefully waiting for an opportunity for Triton to leave his demigod brother’s side, but nooo, he just had to always be within earshot. What could he possibly be teaching him that required so much theory work? He wondered.
He unexpectedly got his answer when Triton dove into the ocean and took his brother with him.
Apollo yelped and revved his engines as discreetly as he could to tail them; which was no easy feat.
Triton was ridiculously fast.
Hermes may brag about being the fastest on land, but Triton absolutely had him beat in his home turf; he more than earned his title of being the fastest entity in the ocean.
The spray coming from them was strong enough that it climbed all the way up to the low lying clouds that Apollo was using for cover, which led him to sputtering and spitting out salt water.
“Ugh, nasty! How do they live in this stuff?”
He squinted and saw Triton let go of Percy's hand and positioned himself swiftly behind him, he would send a strong wave or two every so often to keep Percy on track and keep going.
Wait. Apollo sat up abruptly and felt his eyes widen in shock; Percy had barely slowed down…was Triton teaching him to swim as fast as he did?
“Shit.” he swore. If this lesson went on and Percy learned how to swim even a fraction of Triton’s top speed, it would become impossible to catch him!
Apollo was fast, but as much as it pained to admit, there was no comparing him to Hermes and Triton.
He glanced wearily towards the passenger seat and saw his phone laying innocently on his luxurious leather upholstery.
Should he give in and call for backup?
After few more moments contemplation, he gave in and dialed a well used number.
They answered on the third ring,
“Hello? The better Son of Zeus speaking.”
The Sun God groaned, “Hermes, would you let it go already?”
“Nope, too bad for you.”
Apollo pinched the bridge of his nose, “Listen, I need you to do me a favor you chaos loving fiend.”
“Seriously? What could you possibly need from me? In case you forgot, I’m not so keen on doing you any favors anytime soon.”
“I already told Zeus I was the one who scuffed the leather on his throne, so how about you listen to my proposition before giving the veto, alright?”
“...What do you want?”
Apollo leaned back into his seat and played with the fuzzy dice hanging from his mirror, “What if I asked you to ruin a certain someone’s day for me?”
“A certain someone?”
“Yup. A fishy green skinned someone-
“You have my full cooperation.”
Apollo grinned, he was beyond relieved that he got Hermes on board right away, he didn’t need him knowing the details of what was to come later. “Listen up broski, you’re going to love this.” he glanced down at the pair of laughing brothers, “You’re going to fucking love this.”
•••
Apollo hovered his foot over the breaks when he saw Hermes descend from Olympus, with everything set, all he needed to do was watch as everything fell into place.
Hermes dive bombed from the clouds with extra vigor. He’d admit to being a bit skeptical as to why Apollo suddenly wanted to separate Triton and Percy, he almost wanted to back out when Apollo told him that it was his main objective, but to be practically given an opportunity to strike at the Crown Prince of Atlantis with almost no higher retribution on his part?
If everything went to hades then he could just tell the truth and place all of the blame on Apollo.
Pandora’s box had nothing on such a temptation!
He spotted his target and with an extra burst of energy, he blatantly placed himself right in front of Percy’s way.
He could hear Percy’s startled yelp and with a begrudgingly impressive feat of speed, Triton practically blinked into existence just in time to catch Percy into his arms and skid across the surf to break his momentum.
After making sure his demigod brother was unharmed, Triton whirled in his direction and shrieked in merspeech, “Were you trying to flatten my brother into a pita!?”
In the back of his head, Hermes was reluctantly reminded as to why he almost didn’t go through with Apollo’s ludicracy.
Triton was just as overprotective of Percy as Poseidon was; if not moreso.
Percy, who was still in his brother’s arms, was trying to bat away the probing hand full of glowing healing water from his face, "Triton put me down I'm fine."
"You almost snapped your neck from the whiplash!" He set him down gently and continued to run water around his neck, "I will judge whether or not you are fine."
Hermes chortled at the display which caused Triton to stiffen and narrow his eyes at him shrewdly, "You think this is funny, you pitiful sparrow?"
Hermes' eye twitched.
"Guys that's enough." Percy demanded and stepped in front of the Sea God.
Hermes forced himself to meet the demigod in the eyes and slipped into an easygoing smile, pointedly ignoring Triton, “Hey Percy, I didn’t mean to startle you."
Giving an annoyed glance at the other Messenger God, Percy looked at him with exasperation, “Geez Hermes, way to put the brakes on.” he was gently pushing a steaming Triton back while rubbing soothing circles on his heaving chest, “So, what’s up?”
“Oh, nothing really…it’s just…”
"Just what?"
Both Sea Princes stared at Hermes, he sighed and gave them his signature troublemaking smirk.
“Sorry Percy.”
Practically invisible to mortal eyes, Percy was barely able to process the speed which Hermes had used to swoop down between him and Triton; and just as swift as before, Triton was able to push Percy out of the way in time for him to feel a strong whoosh! of wind where his brother had previously been.
He crashed into the water and slowly regained his bearings as Triton rained curses upon Hermes,
“You absolute imbecile!” he berated, “You’ll pay for that with your-!
At the abrupt end of Triton’s verbal onslaught, Percy’s head surfaced to see what had happened.
His jaw dropped.
Triton froze mid rant when he felt something flutter from his shoulder, he turned and with complete and utter disbelief, he saw strands of his luscious hair fall from his person and into the ocean.
Hermes smiled in grim satisfaction. Sea deities tended to be overzealous when it came to things deemed theirs, and Triton was no exception.
Hermes could’ve gone for anything really, the trident, his conch, even Armoniá; but none of that came close to what Triton guarded fiercely. Percy probably fit well into that spectrum, but he really didn’t want to hurt the kid (that and he honestly didn’t think he, Poseidon, or the ocean kingdom would ever let him get away with it)
Oh no, what better way to spite Triton than to hurt his pride?
That is to say, Prince Triton was unbelievably vain.
Hermes pinched the silky prized lock of hair between his fingers and watched as Triton’s complexion fluxed between an outstanding amount of colors. He took a deep breath of satisfaction at the utter rage that overtook Triton’s handsome features, making him look everything but attractive.
He exhaled softly and with near bliss, he softly spoke a single word,
“Bitch.”
And high tailed it out of there as fast as he could.
From the safety of his sun chariot, Apollo witnessed the scene in horror, “I said wind him up not get yourself murdered!” he whispered-screamed to himself. Before he had any time to regret anything, he had to quickly cover his ears when Triton let loose an unholy screech of fury that churned the waters and darkened the skies around them. The Sea God gave one sparing glance at his younger brother before transforming into a bird and speeding right after Hermes.
The Sun God blinked and made a mental note to himself to never get chased by Triton. It gave him way too many flashbacks from the old days, back when Triton was still-
He shook his head and focused on locating his main objective. After finding him bobbing within the now peaceful waters, he put his chariot in park and descended towards the water.
Percy was staring dumbfounded at the horizon where he eventually lost sight of his brother.
"What is with those two?" He questioned aloud.
He wasn’t quite expecting someone to actually answer back.
“Oooh they go way back Percy.”
Said demigod nearly leaped out of the waters and whirled around to the source of the other voice, “Gah! Wuh- Apollo?”
“The one and only!” he flashed him his megawatt smile, “So handsome, how’s about you join me for a ride?” At the skeptical look he received, he added in a sing-song voice and pointed upwards, “I’ll let you be the driver~”
He could almost see his uncertainty crumble around him, “Seriously?”
“Yup. Totes.”
With the offer laid out, Percy splashed right out of his Father’s domain and cheered.
This was too easy.
•••
They spent the rest of the afternoon cruising lazily from coast to coast, eating an obscene amount of fast food, and basking in each other’s company to eventually settle into a quiet drive along the sunset colored horizon. With Percy’s attention being on the sky ahead of him, it gave Apollo an ample amount of opportunities to just take all of him in.
“What a blast!” whooped the Sea Prince, “I haven’t had that much fun in a while.”
“Really?” the Sun God chuckled, “You don’t have any fun times with your big brother Triton?”
A fond look crossed his face, “Yeah, we do have a lot of fun together, but not like this.” he gestured around them, “Not everyone has a flying chariot lying around somewhere. This is my first time.”
“But you’ve ridden in my chariot before.”
“Tch, tossed around like a salad is more like it.” he scoffed, “This time I’m the one driving this bad boy.”
“I’m glad someone else appreciates my ride.” he paused when he saw the discontented expression Percy was making, “What’s wrong angel face?”
Percy rolled his eyes at the pet name, “It’s nothing, not really.”
“Just?” he prompted.
The Son of Poseidon leaned back heavily in his seat and stared blankly into the sky, “Triton is gonna be pissed when I see him again. He probably wanted me to stay where he left me.”
Oh. That.
“Meh, don’t worry about him. It’s his own fault he got butthurt over some loose hairs.”
“Hermes literally swiped a handful from him. Unprovoked.” he deadpanned, “Triton loves his hair.”
“Not even I would get that mad for something like that.”
With his eyebrow arched, Percy side eyed him in disbelief, “You’re such a liar.”
“Cheeky brat.”
They settled into another peaceful silence and Apollo took it as a cue to continue admiring the live work of art beside him.
He was even more breathtaking up close, the light of the setting sun bathed him in a warm ethereal glow. It made the chiffon-like chiton sparkle.
Apollo couldn’t help but think that it cast the perfect lighting for the next scene he had in mind.
A dark and vicious part of him curled and settled deep in his chest, “Percy.” he purred in a low and velvety timbre.
“Hm?” he asked, not paying any heed to the curious hand skirting across his exposed thigh.
“So contrary to popular belief, I know you’re not as dense as everyone claims you are.”
Percy clicked his tongue, “You’re seriously gonna start your sweet talking with that?”
Apollo chuckled lowly, “Just stating the obvious sweet pea. Gotta get that beaten horse outta sight.”
“That’s a nice way to put it.”
“Percy.” he huskily said, “Y’know, I thought of just the thing to make this evening perfect.”
“Wow. You’re really going for it aren’t you?”
Apollo blinked up in surprise to stare right into knowing eyes, “What?”
The Sea Prince angled himself to face a stunned Sun God, “Listen, I’ve been with enough people to know when I’m being hit on and you’re not even trying to hide it. If the pet names didn’t give it away, then it was the ‘I wanna eat you up’ look you’ve been giving me all day. It kinda reminds me of the way Delphin looks at baklava when he says he’s on a diet.”
Even though the prospect of seeing Percy’s flustered face was sadly flung out the metaphorical window, being on the receiving end of an unbelievably raunchy smirk accompanied with a very not-so-subtle tongue lick was cranking his libido up something fierce. Apollo’s eyes were glued to the moistened bottom lip of Poseidon’s precious Sea Prince, they were petal pink and full; just begging to be bitten a ravished red.
Apollo felt Percy’s thigh shift underneath him, allowing him complete access between his legs, his eyes lingered downwards and confirmed that he was very much nude underneath the borderline sheer material of his clothing.
His tongue suddenly felt too big for his mouth and began to water.
“I… I didn’t take you for the au naturale kinda guy.” he rasped.
Percy shrugged, composure completely intact, “It feels better this way, besides, having my junk all cooped up underwater felt weird so I decided to ditch the boxers.”
Apollo was honestly flummoxed by this very confident and alluring Percy. It was an unexpected but very welcomed plot twist in his grand plan, so he decided to roll with it.
He leaned over and slid both of his hands underneath the demigod’s plush ass and hauled him right out of the driver’s seat and into his lap. The corded muscles in his thighs were trembling with the strain of keeping himself balanced in such a position, it also tensed up his glutes, which Apollo took no time in giving each globe appreciative squeezes.
Percy stilled when he felt Apollo firming up underneath his leg, “Kinda cliché of me to say this, but someone’s obviously happy to see me.”
Oh lordy, he couldn’t take it any longer.
One of Apollo’s hands let go of Percy’s ass and traveled sensuously up his spine to cradle the back of his head. He pulled him flush to his chest and buried his face in the crook of the demigod’s neck, he closed his eyes and breathed his essence in.
The ocean blue, tender sapling roots, starlight and rosehips, and the oh so decadent notes of arousal.
“Let me have you.” the Sun God mouthed against his throat breathlessly, “Say it, say I can take you. Let me worship this temple you call a body, let me lose myself in cosmic rapture, allow me to grace its sacred altar with the glory of the sun.” He pulled back just enough to gauge the Sea Prince’s expression, “I would bathe you in a world of sensation.”
Percy looked down at the god underneath him with wide eyes and a sweet hue dusted across his cheeks. Apollo’s pupils were blown out and unfocused, mouth parted slightly in awe, looking at him as though he might disappear if he looked away for even a moment; like something so wonderful couldn't possibly exist. He could feel his heart hammering underneath his hands, which were sandwiched between him and the god.
He wasn’t kidding when he said he’d been around, between the random quests and the growing list of princely duties, sex was just another enjoyable activity to pass time; a way for him to ground himself without being tethered. It was always gratifying knowing that your bedmate was just as eager as you to do the dirty in the sheets, almost nothing could compare to the rousing anticipation hanging in the air just before you got down to business. When the bedroom eyes were exchanged, you knew it was gonna be a good night.
But the way Phoebus Apollo was looking at him?
The oceans within him surged.
“You sure now how to make a guy feel special huh?” he chuckled lowly. He snaked one of his hands free and started to unclasp one of his bronze starfish brooches, “Alright then Mr. Fancy Mouth, permission granted.”
With nothing else holding him back Apollo lunged forward and attacked Percy’s chest, which was exposed by the plunging neckline of his chiton. He peppered the smooth planes with soft nips, licks, and kisses, making sure to give extra special attention to his rapidly pebbling nipples. He circled around his sensitive areolas and suckled greedily on and around them, never giving pause. The little ah!’s and gasps coming from Percy was music to his ears, his forehead rested against the crown of his hair, and with such proximity, his left nipple, he learned quickly, was extra sensitive so he put all of his focus on it and latched on hard. He enclosed it completely and nibbled the abused bud without mercy.
“Ahn! The heck man, I’m not a girl.” Percy squeaked out.
“Don’t care.” Apollo rumbled, “I love boobs of all genders.”
“They’re not boobs, they’re pecs!”
“Whatever you say gorgeous.” he placated and continued to lavish his pecs.
When he gave his nipple a particularly sharp nip, he was immediately pulled up by his hair with a loud pop and had his damp lips taken by Perseus. His plush mouth parted his own and gave him complete access to what lay within, their tongues explored each other’s mouths and got more fervent as the minutes ticked by. Apollo swore he got harder as he sampled the sweet taste of the demigod in his lap, he slurped greedily at all of the saliva that pooled together and leaked out from between them; his hands couldn’t get enough of the ripe and virile body on him and explored the vast planes of his powerful back muscles with vigor. It was only when Percy pulled his face away that he remembered that one of them still needed to breathe.
As they caught their breath, Percy managed to work Apollo’s slacks down and pulled his aching dick out into the open. Apollo shuddered at the wonderful shared sensation when Percy his out and rubbed them together, the Sea Prince’s jaw dropped open, letting his spibble drip down his chin to lubricate their dicks in the tight hole he’d made with his cupped hands. Apollo gave himself leverage by grabbing back onto his ass and not so slyly started to lightly finger around a hot and twitching asshole.
The sounds they were making were obscene, Apollo was getting off from his own groans it was so good. The young man in front of him was making him feel like someone who’d just recently lost their virginity instead of having literally thousands of years worth of expertise in the field of debauchery.
There had to be more to this than Apollo had initially thought. No one, not even his past great loves has ever made him feel like this, like he was reborn and set to relive and reexperience the wondrous feeling of hot and heavy sex all over again. The naivety, the awkward dancing around each other, the stuttering declarations of passionate promises of forever, learning the ins and outs of complex body language, the exquisite burn such emotions tended to leave in their wake.
It was maddening!
What sort of spell did Percy cast upon him to feel such novelties again? What would he do afterwards when all was said and done? Did this boy actually go and ruin any other couplings he'd have in the future?
He hadn’t even fucked him yet!
Apollo gradually slowed his hips to savor the feeling of Percy’s frenulum rubbing against his own and lay his head back against the headrest. Why was this whole thing becoming more than what he signed up for? That isn’t to say what he was currently doing right now wasn’t one of the added perks, because it totally was, what he was referring to was the whole mental spiel of contemplating-my-sexual-sanity-and-my-dick’s-place-in-the-universe thing.
It was so lame and completely uncalled for!
He was just about to start moving again when he felt a sharp sting on his sack that traveled up his abs. His eyes flew open and he gasped.
“Aaht!”
He looked down and saw that Percy had the elastic band of his boxers lifted high and very threateningly above his balls with a devious look on his face.
Apollo’s eyebrows rose, “You little tease.” he accused.
Percy laughed and gently placed the band back down, “Sorry, lemme make it up to you.”
It was then that he slid from his lap and onto the floor between his knees that Apollo realized what Percy was about to do.
He swallowed thickly, “Go on then,” he urged, “make it up to me.”
Percy spread his legs and got comfortable between them, “Don’t worry, I’ll kiss it all better.” He then did something Apollo hadn’t thought him capable of doing.
He swallowed him to the hilt.
The Sun God bucked hard, the onslaught of intense pleasure caught him completely off guard; his fingers were searching wildly for any sort of grounding point and quickly settled for Percy’s head “FUCK!” he bellowed.
“Hm, that good?” Percy asked with a mouthful of dick. The resulting vibrations went straight down to his prostate.
“Gah! Don’t speak- guh hsssst, shit!” he swore loudly.
This guy was gonna drive him insane!
His tongue worked magic on his cock, it teased his thick pulsating veins up and down and bat his frenulum side to side, he hollowed his cheeks and swallowed around the bulbous head, his vocal cords constricted around it making it feel like a tourniquet from heaven and hell.
Where on earth did this brat learn to give such good head?! He swore he would find the man responsible and give him a proper handshake before killing him off for subjecting Percy to such lessons! He wanted to be the one to do that!
He couldn’t even hump upwards into that velvety cavern since Percy had a death grip on the back of his thighs and restricted the majority of his movement, he didn’t even remember when Percy lifted his bottom half up but-OHfuUUUCK!
His tongue found his sphincter and flattened against it to completely encapsulate the fluttering hole…and then started to mercilessly plunge in and out of it.
“Hiiiaaaaah!”
Did that sound, that high pitched squeal come from him?
“Hsssssst hmmmmnnnngg! Ahhn- yeah, FUCK YEAH!”
What was he saying? His voice felt like it had a mind of its own and canceled the subscription to his brain.
“Ooooouuugh! HooohhhMyGoodness!”
What was going on? Why wasn’t he stopping him? This wasn’t right, wasn’t supposed to happen this way!
Percy had sneakily added fingers to the equation and began to scissor him open while he continued to keep his dick well into the loop.
Pssht! As if that traitorous part of his body needed coaxing to stay up in the first place, he ranted, he was already rock hard before Percy had attended back to it. Apparently, that part of him had a mind of its own too!
So deep in his euphoric cloud of ecstasy, he almost didn’t notice when Percy hunched over him and began to line himself up.
Was he actually gonna-?!
He threw his hands out and planted them on the bare chest in front of him, “Hey wait-! Percy hold it!” he pleaded.
Percy did what was asked of him and stopped, his chest was heaving and his eyes looked wild and dangerous. Who was this man in front of him? Was this really Percy?
Instead of arguing back at him, the demigod placed a gentle hand on the side of the god’s face and rubbed his thumb along his parted, swollen lips, “You don’t wanna?” he asked softly, his eyes gradually regaining their docile color.
Sweet Mother Rhea, he swooned. It was right then and there that Apollo realized why he would let this man do anything to him…even take his anal virginity.
The Sun God leaned into the warm palm on his face and bashfully looked away, “Y-yeah, I do.” taking a deep breath, he brought both his hands down and slowly parted his asscheeks, “Go easy on me, okay? It’s…my first time.”
Percy gave his signature easygoing smile and said, “Sure thing handsome, but after round three is when I get serious.” while realigning himself at his impromptu fluttering entrance.
Apollo blushed hard and braced himself.
•••
It was well into the night when Triton found them, he’d followed the wreckage that bimbo blonde’s sun chariot had left amongst the terrain somewhere in the outskirts of Greece.
He was looking for him ALL DAY and well into the night; but of course, trust Perseus of all people to deviate from even the simplest of things, and with unpleasant company to boot! He kept marching through the wreckage, fully intending to give his wayward brother an earful when he made it past the treeline.
Well, that was what he was intending to do.
At the scene he walked into, he mentally rescinded the ‘unpleasant company’ remark. His demigod brother had Apollo in the backseat of his chariot bent in half with his knees up to his ears and moaning like a whore in heat whilst pistoning in and out of him as if he was the last conquest on earth.
Apollo’s hole looked well worn and loved as it gripped Perseus’ phallus in a wanton vice grip, it stretched impressively wide continuously in order to accommodate the girthy width of his brother’s sizeable manhood.
Goodness, what a mess.
Triton put aside all reservations and walked towards the vehicle, “Perseus, do you have any idea what time it is?”
Percy answered without stopping his thrusts and grunted, “I dunno, pretty late I guess.”
“You guess?” he asked rhetorically.
“Yeah, checking the time hasn’t exactly crossed my mind, if you catch my drift.”
“Nevermind then, you’re right, I can see you were rather occupied with…better things on your agenda,”
“I didn’t plan this y’know.”
“Of course you didn’t.” Triton replied sarcastically, while leaning against the door of the vehicle. From that distance, a measly three feet, he could smell the hot and heavy musk of their coupling waft right underneath his nose. “How does he compare?” he asked while running a probing finger along the blissed out Sun God’s abused and moist bright red rim of his asshole. “I’m just dying to know.”
“Seriously Triton?”
“It’s a legitimate question!” he insisted, stoking Apollo’s weeping cock in mild interest, eliciting more moans from him, “I’ve never seen him like this.”
Percy gradually slowed down until he was going in and out of him softly, “He’s tight, but in a good way; been milking me so good. It's so hot inside too, like my dick might melt from the heat. Probably the best sex I’ve ever had.”
Triton’s eyebrows rose to his hairline in genuine surprise, “Really now?”
“Yeah.” he confirmed and then gave his brother a mischievous look, “Wanna have a round or two with him?”
Triton blinked and looked down at the offering.
Apollo looked absolutely debauched. He was a mess of bodily fluids painted on various parts of his person and had a fixed look of glazed euphoria on his face with moans and gasps continuously leaving his mouth. Triton wasn’t normally a touchy-feely type of person and he usually didn’t indulge in such carnal pleasures…
And dear Perseus had even set up the main course ever so nicely…
“Hm, as tempting as that sounds right now, I must respectfully decline your very generous offer brother.” he replied while licking his fingers clean of Apollo’s semen.
"You don't even wanna try his mouth?"
"Again, tempting...but no."
Percy shrugged and looked down, “Your loss, I don’t know if he’ll ever let me do this to him again.”
Triton looked down and assessed the thoroughly fucked out god’s face, “I wouldn’t be quite so sure about that brother.” he turned Apollo’s head in his direction to study his face in fascination, “How long are you going to keep this up? Father expects us to return home together.”
“Did he say when?”
“Not that I recall.”
“Then I’ll go when mine or Apollo’s pelvis gives out. You wanna watch?” he said deviously, the traces of receded lust was beginning to edge back into his eyes.
“If that’s what you really-
“How did it go with Hermes?” Percy butt in, cutting off any sort of rant his brother was about to start.
Triton’s eye twitched.
"So, you gonna watch?" the demigod asked again.
“You are insatiable," the Sea God shook his head fondly, "Yes, I’ll stay for the rest of your ‘performance’ so to speak.” he agreed lightly while getting in the chariot and laying the fellow god’s head in his lap.
“Good. There’s a few more positions I wanna try out with him since he’s more durable than the naiads I play around with.”
“By all means brother, do show me these positions.”
And with that, Percy continued to ravish the Sun God until late into the morning.
I was a little hesitant posting this, but seeing Rick Riordan announcing the newest PJO installment got me all excited.
Also, someone recently wrote really kind feedback and gave me the little push I needed to post this :)
Enjoy this non-beta'd drabble of mine.
"What was she like?"
Triton was wholly unprepared for that sentence to be uttered from Perseus' mouth. Even without mentioning who 'she' was, he knew exactly who he was talking about.
They were currently lounging in the recently repaired basking grounds and laying on velvety soft seagrass and moss covered slabs of stone. Their day had started off relatively slow, and they needed no other prompting in keeping it that way. Tranquil relaxation time wasn't something he normally indulged himself in, but with said company, he found himself bending to his whims more often than not.
Triton propped himself up on his elbow and grabbed a crab puff from a plate near them.
"Who Perseus?" It wouldn't hurt to confirm his suspicions.
His demigod brother looked surprised that he even responded in the first place, his shimmering tails twisted around each other in a display of nervousness before settling down again around him.
"Your daughter Pallas. She was a nymph right?"
Triton stared at the treat between his webbed fingers and let himself drift softly in a stream of bittersweet memories.
"Yes, she was."
...
Pallas was almost always depicted to have looked similar to Athena.
The very thought of that grated against his nerves, but he wasn't one to publicly lament his longstanding miseries so unfortunately for the records, that's all they had to go on.
His Pallas didn't resemble her at all.
She was quite the anomaly amongst her fellow nymphs. She was very loud and outspoken. Standing as tall as a cyclops and just as strong as one, with a ruddy face, and muscular limbs and torso; she looked more like a giant than a naiad. She had dark brown hair that was braided down her back, was dressed in furs and skins, and a spear was almost always in her hands.
Her very presence was an enigma.
But to him, she was perfect.
She was born to him and a dying nymph in his lake, he was passing through his forest when he heard a soft prayer spoken to him. He followed the source of the weak voice to the edge of the coast and he saw a grievously wounded naiad barely holding on to the remainder of her life. He had little care of what had caused such injury, but she was one of the most dutiful caretakers of his lands; the least he could do was hear out her final plea.
The naiad cried that she'd always wanted a child and begged her lord to sire one from her.
Even then it had been a strange request, but one he had no reason to turn down. He agreed and as she took her final breath, he gathered her fading remains and spilled his godly seed into the lake, he took great care mixing their essences until a rich foamy lather frothed vigorously upon the surface of the lake.
He remembered waiting patiently on the banks, he was curious to see what would spring forth from their unorthodox union. And when he saw a round dimpled face framed with chocolate brown hair finally emerge from his waters...
It was love at first sight.
...
Triton sighed softly and let the rest of the memory pass through him. He looked towards his demigod brother and saw that he was waiting for him to elaborate.
"She didn't look like your typical naiad, she was very large, so much so that I had to crane my neck to look her in the eyes."
"Really?"
"Yes. She was also very loud, much like our Father. She had my eyes too."
Perseus leaned in with rapt interest, his swaying duo dorsal fins betraying his eagerness.
"Were you and her mom close?"
Triton actually snorted, "Close? I don't even know her name. In fact, I barely even knew she existed until the day Pallas was conceived and born." at his brother's puzzled expression, he added "Does it bother you?"
Percy curved his tails around himself and leaned his head and arms on them, "Not really. I just wasn't expecting that from you."
Triton shrugged his shoulders, "As you might put it: it is what it is. Although, it seems you have something much more pressing you want to ask."
His brother scrunched his face, "Like, don't get me wrong here, and I want as little personal details as possible, but how was she conceived and born on the same day?"
"Oh, that. It's quite an interesting tale, with little to no 'personal details' at all." he added with a slight smile.
"Okay I'll bite. Will you tell me the story?"
"Yes of course. It all took place many eons ago on one of the islands residing in my lake....."
Both sea Princes spent the rest of the day enjoying each other's company while exchanging stories of the past.
I hope you guys like my take on Pallas and her conception. I feel like Triton would be the type of being to spawn his offspring just like salmon and frogs do. Lol, like, he barely knew her and she was already dying, so he doesn't really wanna touchy!
