Prompt: Jercy stuck in a small space with lots of sexual masculine tension.
Rating: M
Characters because I don’t have word count and I’m lazy: 12k approx.
Authors note: It’s darker than id originally planned, it was the only situation I could think of in which they would actually end up trapped in a small space together. Idk I think its alright, sorry it took so long I’m gonna go lie down for a bit hahahaha
"Percy, to the left!" Jason called, as he thrust his imperial gold gladius into the monster they battled.
Percy rolled on his knee to the left side of the giant ogre-like creature and slashed at the back of its leg with riptide.
The monster with deep purple skin, tough like leather, bellowed in pain. He swiped a hand at the demigods, succeeding in throwing Jason off balance. As he bore down on the son of Jupiter, Percy closed his eyes, and felt that familiar tug in his gut. A whirlpool of rain twisted down from the clouds, surrounding the creature in a tornado of water. Jason got back to his feet and with a fist raised to the sky, brought a heavy wind to aid Percy. The monsters arms flailed uselessly, whilst desperately attempting to hold onto the crude piece of cloth meant to be clothing.
"Jason, I’m losing it, there aren’t enough clouds!" Percy yelled at his companion.
"What?! I can’t hear you!" Jason shouted back, "its slowing down!"
Just as he finished his sentence, the vortex completely disintegrated. The monster clenched his fist and brought it down on Percys head. The world turned black, and the sky spun. He heard rather than felt the thud as his head hit the ground, and he passed out.
The son of Poseidons brain felt like it was being squeezed in a vice. It hurt to open his eyes, the world too bright. He heard scraping, and the sound of metal on metal. He could taste blood, and was pretty sure he was dead. But if he was dead why was he still in pain?
He’d been to the underworld more than enough times and seen people with knives sticking out of chests, or faces burnt and melted. None of those people were in pain, if anything, they seemed bored waiting in line. Yet here he was, a pain like a scorpion had stung his tongue, and he knew all too well the bite of a scorpion. It was too much for Percy to deal with, much easier just to pass out. It wasn’t difficult, he was gone in moments.
"The hero awakens" Percy heard Jason just as he’d opened his eyes. He sounded angry, or bitter, or something else he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Whatever it was it wasn’t good. Maybe he was annoyed at Percy for sleeping for so long, did they have something important to do? Maybe he should ask.
"Urggh?" he so eloquently questioned.
He felt cold water hit his face, it set all his nerves on edge. He jumped to his feet momentarily forgetting his pounding head and reached for his sword. When he realised it had been Jason who threw the water and that riptide was not in his pocket as it should be, Percy sunk to his knees. This was a very confusing situation and his head really hurt.
He managed to look around properly for the first time. It was a cell, or a cave, or both. It was essentially a cave with bars. Big enough for two grown men to sleep with a couple of feet between them and not much else, the roof was curved and the stone smooth.
"There’s water by the door." Jason snapped, refusing to meet Percys eye.
Seeing the rusty cup set out by the entrance, he recoiled in disgust. It looked more like a cup of tetanus than water. Still his throat felt like there were flames trying to burn him from the inside out. He grasped the cup with both hands, not realising how weak he was and drained the putrid liquid. He sputtered and coughed but it was done, and he was glad of it, his headache eased slightly and he felt like maybe he could talk now.
"What happened?" he turned to face Jason.
"You let your guard down, oh mighty hero," Jason was sat as far from Percy as possible, using a large stone to sharpen a flat stone into a point. "You got yourself knocked out and both of us captured."
"I don’t remember," Percy mumbled, "when? I felt like I slept all night and the rest of the next day." he rubbed his head to emphasise his point.
"Is that all?" Jason sneered, momentarily pausing the task at hand, "Its been 5 days. I’ve been dripping water down your throat while you slept, you were able to swallow so I figured you weren’t that bad."
"Thanks," Percy sat with his back against the cool stones and pulled his knees up to his chest. His stomach really hurt. He realised that being out for 5 days meant he’d barely drank anything, meaning he hadn’t peed in 5 days. He also hadn’t eaten, and his stomach was letting him know he wasn’t happy.
"Don’t be, I didn’t do it for you."
"You’ll see," Jason had a slightly manic gleam in his eye. He was not the same boy Percy had fought beside just days before. He was different, menacing. Percy decided not to ask anymore questions. He needed to make a plan but he was still so confused, he felt like he didn’t truly understand the extent of what was happening.
After nearly 3 hours of awkward silence a cry for help made Percy leap for the bars. He strained to see where the noise was coming from, and managed to catch sight of a large forest green creature dragging a screaming young woman by her hair. Percy guessed she was a nymph from her leafy palour. What was a nymph doing here?
"We need to help her!" Percy cried, trying desperately in vain to bend the bars. He heard Jason give a short, sharp laugh, one with no humour in it.
"Please, she’s weak, you can’t help her. Besides, better her than me."
"For what?" Percy demanded. Jason sighed in response.
Percy hadn’t even noticed the green ogre approach their cell. He unlocked the door and laughed a foul, toothless laugh.
"The one who drools is awake!" he said excitedly, like a kid at Christmas. Percy reached for his sword before remembering it was gone. The ogre grabbed the son of Poseidon by the arm and dragged him out, he was so weak he couldnt even lift one of the giant fingers that was digging into him.
Percy was dragged down the long corridor that ran along all the cells. He tried not to look but every so often someone would call to him and he would instinctively turn his head. There was an array of prisoners, from demigods and nymphs to dracanae and empousai.
At the end of the tunnel, he was lead through a large archway into a cavernous arena. Percy couldn’t guess how far underground they were but the arena, like his cell, seemed to be carved straight out of the stone. Hundreds of the ogre-like monsters sat on stone steps that lined the centre like the Colosseum. In the centre was the nymph cowering in bronze armour that clearly didn’t fit her. She levelled her spear at Percy but stayed where she was.
"And now!" roared the monster who had brought Percy out, "witness the son of the mighty Poseidon, as he slays an innocent!"
"What?!" Percy shouted, "no way, I don’t know if you know anything about me but that’s not how I do things. How about you fight me yourself, coward!" he reached for his pocket and thankfully found his pen. He uncapped riptide and levelled it at the ogre. In response, the giant laughed.
"No, no, silly hero, I do not fight," he waggled a finger, "you cannot bait me into a fight."
He snapped his fingers and appeared on the steps amongst his brethren.
"Begin!" his voice echoed around the arena.
The nymph screamed as she charged at Percy, her helmet slipping down, threatening to cover her eyes. Percy easily side stepped, and had flashbacks to the labyrinth and Ethan Nakamura. The difference here was that she clearly wasn’t a volunteer like Ethan was, she was being forced into this.
"Stop, please!" he tried to reason with her, but she kept coming at him, "please if you stop I can get you out! I can save you!" he had no idea how, he had no plan and no energy. He had barely been able to lift his sword at the monster. All that was keeping him alive right now were his battle reflexes, his body knowing when to move and doing it before his brain could register what was happening. She swiped her spear at him, tearing his shirt, leaving a small gash. Clearly she had not taken his offer. He felt blood ooze from the wound across his chest, he’d seen his own blood plenty of times, but now it made him feel sick. He was light headed and off balance. The nymph came at him again and he raised his sword to block her attack. He staggered as he raised riptide and with a sickening ‘schlock’ noise, hed sliced her from the side of her neck to the opposing shoulder. No dust, this poor, innocent girl was no monster. The crowd roared in approval and Percy gazed down at the severed head and arm. He heaved and threw up on his feet, shaking violently. A different monster from the one before appeared at the son of Poseidons side, a vomit-yellow colour. How apt. He dragged Percy by his neck, as the demigod screamed in despair, tears blinding him. He was filled with too much grief and sorrow to fight. He let himself be carried away.
Jason was on his feet when he heared the cries, he backed away from the door as the black haired boy was dumped on the floor. His entire body shuddered, and he took great heaving breaths.
"Percy?" Jason clambered next to him, placing a hand on his back, the other pushing the dark hair off his face, his voice dropped to a horrified whisper, "you.. you killed her? I thought.. I never thought you’d.. Oh gods Percy I know, I know how it feels. I’ve been called every day so far. I thought you’d let her kill you, it was easier to be angry at you than to mourn you but you understand now. We only have eachother."
He dragged Percy upright and placed a cup of fresh mud water to his lips, wiping away the tears, shushing him and stroking his hair. After what could have been minutes or hours, Percy calmed down, and exhausted, collapsed on Jasons chest. The blond maneuvered them around the tiny space and laid them down with Percys head on his chest.
Day after day, they were in turn called to fight. Something inside Percy had changed. He never willingly killed, unlike Jason who knew if he didn’t get them first there was every possibility he would die. No, Percy always tried to reason with his opponent, and only when he had no choice would he silence their battle cries. Neither of the boys were sure of how long they had been held captive, it was weeks for certain, but unknown how many. They argued a lot. No matter what they spoke about, it always came back to who’s fault it was. Percy hadn’t been paying enough attention, Jason hadn’t called for more rain. With so much tension in such a small space, it was almost lucky that the cell didn’t allow magic, and quenched their powers. More than once Percy would have sliced Jason head to toe, and Jason had considered using his influence over the air to suck to oxygen from Percys lungs. Other times, their arguments ended differently.
"Fuck you, golden boy," Percy hissed.
"Why don’t you just accept what you are now? You’re a murderer."
"I don’t have any choice!" Percys voice escalated to a shout, his chest was heaving.
"Yes, you fucking did when you put us in here! You think I want to be here?!" Jason pushed his chest against Percys, causing him to stumble back several inches, "you think I want to be stuck in here with you?!"
"How fucking dare you, this was your fault, you made no attempt to help me! And what about after he knocked me out? What did you do then?!" Percy pushed back against his cell mate.
"You were too busy not paying attention to anything which is what got you beat in the first place!"
"Well excuse me for worrying over the fact that we still hadn’t found my girlfriend, and trying to keep an eye out for where she could be." Percy hissed at the blond. Jason surprised him by laughing in response. A twisted, cruel laugh, but a real one.
"Yeah? Well a fucking lot of good that did, she’s not here. We are. And now, instead of fucking my girlfriend every night, I have to lay two feet away from you."
Their foreheads pressed into eachother, chests firmly sandwiched together, fists clenched at each of their sides. Tension rolled off the two of them in waves, and both were visibly shaking.
Jason was the one who moved first. He grasped Percy by the back of his neck and crushed their lips together. At first Percy struggled to loosen the other demigods grip, but although he had been eating the same as Jason, those first five days he’d lost had proven detrimental. His strength could no longer match the son of Jupiter’s. He screwed his eyes shut and relaxed into the kiss, taking it as a challenge. He knotted his fingers into Jasons hair pushing him backwards, he would not be the submissive, he was always the alpha male. He would not back down, he opened his mouth in a challenge, which Jason gladly accepted. He forced his tongue through the opening, lapping at the roof of his competitors mouth, grazing his teeth. They were both so built up with sexual aggression, they barely noticed the stone wall slamming against their backs as they jostled for dominance.
Percy could feel his jeans tighten in the front. The denim was providing a strange fusion of pleasure and pain, he had given up wearing underwear as soon as he’d woken up and was suddenly very thankful. He had Jason pushed against the back of the cell, his knee pushing between the blonds legs. Jason moaned into his mouth, eliciting a groan in response.
They stumbled backwards, as Jason loosened his grip, moving his hands to the other boys waist, digging his nails in whilst biting down on Percys lip. The obsidion haired boy gasped at the sharp pain and pulled the loose ends of Jasons hair roughly.
Percy felt his legs being spread by Jasons knees, the weight of the boys erection pressing against his own. He ground his hips once against his competitor, who finally broke the kiss to let out a long moan. Percy raked his fingers down Jasons back, and tugged him to the floor. By this point, the son of Jupiters erection was really testing the strength of his zip, and was clearly too aroused to care about beating Percy. Taking it as a sign, the dominant boy removed his shirt before unzipping Jasons strained fly, as well as his own. Underneath Percys weight, the blond let out a contented sigh, as his cock lay thick and heavy against his belly. He took both their members in one hand and began pumping up and down. Percys eyes turned dark with lust as he looked down into the blue set beneath him. He thrust his hips into the large hand covering them both, feeling their precome mingle and act as a lubricant. With eyes squeezed shut, Jasons head lolled back in pleasure, his mouth hung open in a continuous moan. It was the single most arousing sight of Percys life. He groaned and crawled off of the demigod beneath him receiving a confused and frustrated look. He full removed his jeans before working to get Jasons over his heels. He fucking hated jeans during sex, his cock was throbbing in complaint about this giant time suck. He watched Jason play with himself having removed his own shirt from beneath hooded eye lids. His breath came in ragged intakes, he settled between the blonds cheeks, pressing the head of his cock against the entrance and using their mixed seed as a lubricant, slowly pushed into his ass.
The boy winced at the large intrusion pushing deep into his core. The look in the dark haired boys eyes told him he wasn’t gonna go easy on him. For Jason, this was simply a release of built up sexual frustration, a way to escape their situation, but for Percy it was clearly still a competition. His thrusts were slow, but hard, each time driving home at the last second to hit Jasons prostate. Pain gave way to pleasure as his sweet spot was repeatedly assaulted. Percy lifted both his competitors legs onto his shoulders to gain a deeper angle. He captured Jasons mouth with his teeth, tongue probing the lower lip. His back arched as he fought to maintain their kiss while picking up the speed of his thrusts.
He couldn’t get deep enough, it wasn’t enough. He flipped Jason onto his knees, pushing his head to the ground. He may be weaker than the son of Jupiter but right then, his asshole sore, his end of his cock weeping, he was a pathetic excuse for a demigod, so submissive. To Percy, it was perfect, he growled and used his nails to dig into the boys flesh, spreading his ass cheeks wide. He dipped his cock in and out, revelling in how deep he could reach. All the way to the hilt, his sac slapping against Jasons, before pulling out completely, letting the weight of the head of his cock rest against the gaping entrance. He raked a hand down Jasons back, right down the spine, causing him to groan.
"Stroke your dick," Percy breathed out, "Now." he groaned.
After shifting his weight onto one arm, Jason reached between his legs and took a tight hold of his cock. This wouldn’t take long, precome dripped down his hand, he reached behind him and slicked up Percys erection. The son of Poseidon moaned, and whilst Jason went back to attending his cock, he slipped a finger into his own mouth and sucked. Once it was sufficiently wet, he slid it inside his own puckered hole. He began pumping his finger inside himself, stroking his prostate as he slammed into Jason. He felt the muscles around him contract, squeezing him.
"Don’t you dare come, Grace, I’m not fucking done yet." Percy warned.
"Fuck you!" Jason screamed as he climaxed, spilling into his hand and onto the cell floor. His legs gave way as he fell to the floor.
"No you don’t," Percy picked up the exhausted heap of demigod in front of him, slamming him against the smooth stone wall. He wrapped the blonds legs around his waist and holding onto his toned ass cheeks, lifted Jason up and down on his cock. Percy noticed the sticky residue still coating Jasons fingers.
"Put your fingers inside me, now."
He felt two fingers push into him, curling slightly. It was enough to unravel him. He bit down hard on the son of Jupiters collarbone, clenched his fingers in his ass and poured out the contents of his sac into Jason. He moaned long and loud against the other boy. Their chests were rising and falling at an increased rate. Percy thought his heart might beat out of his chest, he could feel their sweat mingle with Jasons come on their stomachs. He felt disgusting now, he pulled out and felt his come leak out and down Jasons thighs.
They avoided looking at one another as they dressed themselves and drank from the rusty cup. They heard footsteps approaching and turned to look down the corridor outside their cell. The vomit-yellow monster who had dragged Percy back from his first encounter all that time ago stopped at their cell. If he noticed the sweat that covered their bodies, or the sticky puddle on the floor, he didn’t mention it.
"You’re up!" it happily announced.
The demigods exchanged awkward glances.
"Which one?" Percy asked.
The responding smile put a knot in the son of Jupiters stomach.
