PCPWeek Day 6 - Family
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⚠️ Warnings: NSFW, Apollo cabin shares Percy
He wasn't sure how it all started.
Well, no. That's not true. He knew exactly how it all started; he just wasn't sure how it became his life.
It started with Percy opening his big mouth, and asking the dumbest question he could have ever asked.
"Michael?" He started, looking all over the infirmary, just to avoid looking at the healer.
"Yes, Percy?" The son of Apollo asked, smiling slightly at the younger demigod, stacking up the bandages.
"Would you want to have sex? With me? Tonight?" He clarified, feeling more and more like an idiot with each added sentence.
"Wh-" Michael's eyes were wide, shocked. "Is this for real?"
Percy blushed, and said uncertainly, surprised at Michael's eagerness, "Yeah."
The healer's face brightened. "Fuck, yes! Absolutely, yes, oh, gods. I always thought- No, yes, sure," he stammered.
Percy didn't understand why Michael would agree that, especially so quickly and eagerly, but… okay. That's okay. Percy owed it to Michael, for almost killing him on the bridge.
Stepping forward, Michael put the bandages down. Percy shuddered; while he wanted to do it, wanted to offer something for Michael, to beg for forgiveness, the fact that the healer was so eager, made it a bit confusing. But no, it could be explained by the lack of options in the camp, by wanting to remind himself that he was alive, by wanting to try out something new. In that sense, it was not that surprising.
Michael stepped closer, fire burning in his eyes, his mouth soft against Percy's lips. The noise he made was too sweet to make for Percy, for somebody who almost caused his death. He kissed so softly, so warmly, it made Percy dizzy and confused, but then he didn't have time to think, because Michael was cupping his face in his hands, dominating the kiss. His thumbs were smoothing over Percy's cheekbones, the tip of his tongue flicking into Percy's mouth, as if he was tasting a delicious delicacy.
It was maddening.
Percy tried to keep up, letting Michael to take what he wanted, but everything was so-
He let out a surprised moan as Michael's hands found Percy's hips, just to slide them down over the waistband of his jeans until he was grabbing onto his ass. Oh, gods. Percy assumed Michael's methodical attitude with what he took care of any injuries was carried through into his sex life, but, Hades, it wasn't.
It made him feel weak in his knees and flush with desire. It wasn't supposed to be like this. He was supposed to just pay back what he owed. That might cause some unforeseen consequences Percy wasn't sure he was ready for.
"Come on," Michael said, voice full of arousal, and lead him to the last bed in the infirmary, hidden from everybody's view.
-*-*-*-
The second big milestone Percy didn't even take note of was Will's birthday. He liked the kid, he was both a sunny cutie, and like his big brother, a sassy menace. Ever since his first time with Michael, they spent most of their time together, not like boyfriends, but something different than friends, and so, he started to get closer to the other Apollo kids too. Will was one of his favorites, but it was supposed to be a secret. Which means, everybody knew about his soft spot for him - especially said boy.
Will's birthday was getting closer and closer, while Percy was not getting anywhere with trying to find the perfect gift for the younger boy. Not wanting to get something that wasn't meaningful or useful for Will, he finally asked him what was the thing he most wanted.
The answer - while not expected - was simple, "You."
Percy froze. Michael laughed.
"You Apollo kids are the same," Percy mumbled, embarrassed and red-faced. He didn't know yet how true his statement was.
But he agreed to it, he wanted to make sure Will's first time was perfect. The overworked, young healer deserved nothing less.
They started slowly, Percy not wanting to rush things with the younger demigod, but Will was insatiable; he couldn't get enough of the pretty hero. His kisses were bruising, his touches were hungry. Percy let himself be swept away with his hunger and curious exploration, and while in the beginning he still felt a bit weird about the situation, it also excited him.
Undressing, they didn't stop kissing each other. As the clothes came off, one of Will's hands started to trace slowly along Percy's left side, sending little pleasurable shock waves over his body. The healer couldn't get his mouth off of Percy, wanting to taste all of him - the sensitive skin on Percy's wrist, his inner arm, his pretty neck, his pink nipples-
Percy squirmed, and panted, tracing Will's soft skin with his fingertips. He felt like he was burning alive, but it was nothing to the sight of Will's face so close to his aching cock. The younger demigod stroked it, curiously, admiringly. Wrapping his fingers around the grith of him, experimenting, driving Percy mad with want. (Percy felt it was unfair how good Will was at it.)
"Oh, gods, I knew even your cock has to be pretty. I was so right," the boy whispered in awe, cheeks pink, eyes glassy and heated with want. "So gorgeous," he breathed, looking at him like he was beautiful, like he-
Oh.
Percy struggled to bury that thought deep in his mind, because there was no way Will had a c-
The feeling of a warm, wet, gentle, tentative lick up the side of his cock dragged him out of his thoughts.
"Will, swee-" Anything he might have wanted to say was gone. Only the curve of Will's lips, Will's weight against his legs, the pressure of his fingers on his tights stayed.
Percy bit down on the inside of his cheek, head tilted towards the ceiling, tasting his own blood.
"Gods, look at you! Best gift ever," the healer breathed, kissing the underside of his cock, reverently, worshipfully.
That, out of everything, might have been the beginning of his end.
-*-*-*-
Percy felt it should have been more surprising than it was for him when Apollo struck. He was watching as the new demigods were being taught by Clarisse, waiting for his turn in the arena, when a guy, looking suspiciously like the God of Truth wearing a baseball hat and a big sunglasses to hide his face, grabbed his hand, and made Percy follow him. The demigod just raised an eyebrow, but allowed the god to guide him into an empty space, already used to the weirdness of the gods. He was quite sure it was about the fact that he made two of Apollo's kids fuck him, what he wasn't sure was whether the god would find it hilarious or impertinent.
He didn't expect kisses.
As soon as they were alone, he was pushed against the wall of the Big House, lips claiming his. Percy's eyes widened in shock, but the passion of the - his secret favorite - god swept him away. His eyes slipped closed, tilting his head slightly for a better angle, he tore the hat down to run his fingers through Apollo's hair. He kept up with the god's brutal, almost punishing pace, pulling him closer, letting out a breathy moan as Apollo deepened their kiss. It was like a fire had been lit in his chest, it was nothing like the kisses he shared before, yet so similar. Percy wrapped his arms around the god's neck, while Apollo's hands settled on his waist, one of them sliding on his ass.
Percy felt he could grown addicted to these kisses. A blissful feeling ran through both of them, and Percy's mind completely blanked out as the heated kiss turned into something sweeter, more tender, full of promises and feelings he wasn't ready to name.
He wasn't sure when they pulled apart, but it felt like hours had passed since the god attached himself to Percy. When they pulled apart, he had to rest his forehead against Apollo's shoulder to catch his breath, and when he leaned away, opening his eyes, bright, uncharacteristically serious sky-blue eyes stared right back at him.
"You can take care of them. In fact, please, take care of them, because I can't. But don't forget it: you are mine!" Apollo declared, and like the overly dramatic god that got everything he wanted was, left with a bright flash, leaving Percy rooted in the ground, staring at the place Apollo stood a minute before.
"Wh-" he whispered, confused, but as soon as his brain started to work again, his face went red with fury, and shouted, "You fucker! You can't just leave me like that! What do you mean by I'm yours?! Come back, you hear me?!"
Maybe his buried self-preservation instinct raised its head, or he just knew Percy would accept it, he just needed some time to do that, but Apollo did not go back.
Well, he didn't go back that time.
-*-*-*-
After that, it was a free for all buffet for the Apollo kids. Percy tried to deny it, saying he only wanted to take care of them, but honestly, one just had to flutter their eyelashes, and he jumped to "take care of them".
Michael liked to do it in the infirmary, during quiet nights, showing Percy his perfect knowledge of anatomy. Will was the most eager of them, a puppy, really, happy for the smallest of affections. Kayla liked to be eaten out. She never wanted him in her, but getting herself off on Percy's face? She was almost addicted to it. Austin was quiet and hesitant, but he too adored Percy.
The whole cabin did.
Apollo was always a tease. A jealous tease, who loved keeping Percy as theirs, as only his and his kids'. He loved knowing that Percy took care of them like a mommy (Percy hit him for that, but the god somehow got his kids to call him like that. Percy didn't allow anybody to fuck him until they stopped using that word - in front of him.), and that his kids took really great care of him. But when he visited, Percy had to be his, and only his.
"So beautiful," Apollo murmured as he slowly pushed in, rendering Percy into a sobbing mess. Reaching for Percy's thighs to lift them, he gave two thrusts in rapid succession, deeper than before as the new position made it possible. Percy inhaled sharply, not expecting the feeling, but chasing for more of it, he wrapped his legs around Apollo's trim waist. The god's dick filled him fully, and wasn't that a mindfuck? Him, allowing a god to fuck him, to claim him, to use him, to let his kids use him? But it felt so right. All of it felt so right.
Their faces were only inches apart; close enough to share a breath, close enough to count all the almost invisible freckles on the golden god's cheeks. Percy didn't notice them before, they were so tiny, but- They made Apollo look more approachable. Less ethereal, yet more attractive.
"You have freckles," he noted, just as the god thrusted in him.
"Don't mention them," Apollo pouted.
"I adore them," Percy admitted. Apollo's face brightened, giving Percy an almost chaste kiss.
"And I adore you." Apollo stopped moving as he stared into Percy's eyes. "You're so good, so perfect for me, for us," he murmured into the side of Percy's neck, peppering it with tiny kisses. Apollo's eyelashes brushed softly at his throat, his golden hair tickled his nose. "Tell me what you want."
Percy's face twisted, mouth trembling, eyes shiny with repressed emotions. "You. I want you, I want this," he choked.
Gods damn him, but he wanted it.
And Apollo gave it to him. Everything he ever wanted.
