The Blood We shed Chapter 6: Poseidon God of Cockblock
Chapter Rating: 16+ mild sexual references
Story Type: Slow burn, best friends to lovers, eventual smut, eventual blood as lube hehe~
Synopsis: See chapter 1 ⬇️⬇️⬇️
Telemachus x reader/you (first person pov) Type: Slow burn, best friends to lovers, smut, blood as lube Synopsis: Telemarket and Lyra/you
The place we always train at is an open area on the edge of the palace acres—It’s beautiful.
There’s trees surrounding us and wild flowers growing sporadically to line the edges of the clearing. It overlooks the rocks and tides of the beach. Deep blue waves dance with the bright sunlight. Birds of the beach can be heard from above; looking up, I notice the few clouds from earlier have dissolved into the air.
As I’ve said before, Telemachus and I have been sparring together since we were little.
In our preteen and teenage years—I’d been a ruthless little bastard. I’d almost always best him…Nowadays it’s a lot harder to hold him down.
Most of his training is now done with Athena. I don’t think Telemachus has gone a day without her mentorship since they’ve met.
Since my father left for the Trojan War about 20 years ago, my mother deemed swordsmanship an honorable and necessary skill for me to learn. There were two main reasons I’d learned—well maybe three.
One.
My father was a skilled swordsman… And when my favorite plaything at the ripe age of three years old was a wooden sword—my mother knew she didn’t truly have a choice in the matter.
Besides,
It filled her heart with pride to watch her daughter fight… she tells me I move just like my father.
Two.
The world is not kind; the men of this world are not kind. With no father to protect our homestead, I made it my mission to fill that void.
Honing a blade was as much a sentimental endeavor as it was a protective one. Though I may not carry at all times, the skill set is transferable with or without sword. I carry myself with confidence knowing I can hold my own. In turn, people don’t see me as a target. I know not to freeze in the face danger; know how to maneuver myself in any type of fight.
It may have been an unconventional pastime for the little girl my mother was raising…but I’ve always been my father’s daughter.
And the third reason why I started sparring…
It’s exhilarating.
I sit on a nearby rock, sharpening my sword.
“Tell me, has Athena taught you anything new?” I ask Telemachus as I look up from where I’m inspecting my blade.
He flashes a toothy grin at me, as he shadow-fences,
“She has, actually.” He goes for a jab at the air and backs away swiftly, paying special attention to his footwork.
“And you? Have you learned any new tricks I should be aware of?”
I lay my sword to rest in my lap, folding my arms, “I know better than to tell an opponent my secrets~”
He smirks at me,
“Fine. Keep your secrets then,” he points the tip of his sword in my direction, “just know regardless of what you have in your arsenal, you don’t stand a chance~”
“Cocky as ever I see,” I mock him as I stand to my feet and mirror his posture with my sword. “You know the rules, you hold your own, on your own. No divine intervention. Are you ready?”
His smirk widens, as he taps his sword to mine, confirming our start.
“You’re on!”
Right away, Telemachus takes a swing—ever one for an offensive start.
I predicted that.
I evade the move as he lunges for me, pivoting to elbow him in the back.
“FUCK-“ he coughs out as the force falls him.
He whips around, slicing the air and almost nicking me. I pull back, still on defense.
He carries out a series of combos, chasing me as I leap back from each one with impressive speed. On the last strike he leaves himself open, my sword meets his armor with a clang. I get him in the side while he was winding up for another strike.
He looks at where I’ve hit him, then back at me which adrenaline filled eyes,
“Nice one—”
He thrusts at me once more, just barely missing me.
“But you’ll have to try harder than that~”
One of my most valuable assets is my agility. I’m ready with every move I make, which is why my defense is on point. Just as well too, because Telemachus is a hard and tactful hitter.
I decide I’ve overplayed safeguarding, I need to move to an offensive position. I counter; he blocks it.
Thinking fast, I bait and switch. I catch the back of his knee and he falls to the ground.
I tower over him and point my blade in his face, using it to tilt his chin towards me. I mock him playfully,
“Easy~” I smirk.
“Baiting me is a cheap trick.” He huffs from his submissive position.
“But an effective one nonetheless!” I giggle, offering my hand.
I help him to his feet. He brushes himself off with one hand while his other retrieves his sword.
“Now who’s cocky?” He says playfully.
“Mmmmm…Two can play this game…”
This time, I launch at him, taking him off guard—He recovers and parries my next blow. Our swords clash as we engage in close combat, both of us having difficulty finding an in.
Back and forth, we counter each other's moves.
He drops to his knees in a flash—my swing goes over his helmet—effectively breaking the rally.
He lands a solid hit to my side before leaping to his feet and swiping my legs just as I’d done before to him.
He kicks my sword away from me, leaving me completely defenseless.
“Don’t you know pride cometh before the fall?” He smirks, leaning down to look at me—a little too cheekily for my taste.
“Ha! You got a lucky hit,” I smile devilishly.
From where he stands, I throw him down by hooking a leg around him and grabbing him by the shoulder. I bring him to the ground with me.
“THAT was skill.”
In an instant, he rolls on top of me. Straddling my hips and lays his palm on my face with splayed out fingers. It’s a dumb and cheeky move, but it doesn’t change the fact that I’m rendered immobile.
“Dammit you bitch!” I yell from behind his hand.
“Haha~You were saying??”
I manage to pry his hand away while he’s still laughing at me. I bridge and thrust my hips up and forward while I grab his arm tightly into my body. Momentum betrays him as he falls into me. In a couple of quick moves, I roll us so I’m on top once more.
I grab his wrists and pin them.
I pant slightly through smiling lips, my efforts leaving me a bit winded. I lean closer to his flushed face. I can feel his breath on my own face as he tries to catch it.
“I believe I’ve won yet again~” I say with a dark, proud grin.
His eyes flick back and forth on mine, almost searching.
I think I even see him gulp— I notice that the haze of pink on his cheeks isn’t just from exertion…
“…fuck you.” he grumbles, hands pinned without resistance.
My eyebrows furrow ever so slightly, taking in his expression. He’s not being playful…but sheepish?
No I’m not reading it wrong…
Is he into this??
Fuck it
I’ll bite.
“Tel. The other day, when we talked about killing the suitors… were you trying to say something?”
I feel his body stiffen underneath mine,
“Wh…at do you mean?”
I release his hands and place mine on my thighs. That little blush on his face sends a certain feeling shooting down my spine… I’m suddenly *very* aware of where I’m sitting.
“The way you talked about me in your fantasy. I’ve been thinking about it— the way you described how I’d look. What’d you mean by your remarks?”
He wrings his wrists now that they’re free, using it as a distraction to divert his attention. He definitely recalls the slip ups he’d made in that conversation. He still refuses my gaze.
“Zeus, you have a tight grip you know—“
…No fucking way…
The bastard is flustered .
“Answer the question.” I push as I still sit atop him. My eyes scan his face trying to read any minute changes.
“…What do you suppose I meant?”
“I’m asking you.”
“What part are you asking about? We talked about a lot—“
My expression grows more exacerbated.
I’m starting to get tired of this game of cat and mouse, “It looks like you know what I’m talking about.”
“Please don’t make me do this, Lyra—“ he groans as he tries to squirm out from under me. I pin his wrists again, leaning in as I push them into the ground.
I put more demand into my voice,
“Do what, Telemachus?”
He squeezes his eyes shut in a hesitant mix of a cringe and grimace,
“Are you talking about how I said I’d love to see you covered in blood— when I said you’d look like a goddess—?“
“It seems like you do recall, yes.”
“I mean you would—! Why does there have to be a hidden meaning in—“
“Telemachus.” I say firmly, cutting off any more stalling.
“Fuck— fucking fine!!”
My grip on his wrists falls as he throws his hands up with admission.
“I meant you’d look beautiful, ok? Like fucking stunning.” He admits flustered, looking to the side yet again to avoid me.
For a moment, my withdrawn hands are frozen in front of me in response to his outburst… As I process what he’d just admitted, I slowly reach my hand to his cheek, gently turning his face to me.
He wills his eyes back to mine.
My face hides it but I can feel my pulse working overtime. I thought I’d caught my breath earlier but apparently not…
“…And what does that mean?”
He knows there’s no point in covering his ass. With a sharp sigh that’s shut up by a wince, he scrunches his face and spits it out,
“Goddamnit, Lyra— you’re PRETTY— I’m attracted to you! And I can’t tell you just how hard I’d have to hold myself back from you if our fantasies DID play out—You think I haven’t thought about what it’d be like to take you against that blood stained marble?!”
Every drop of blood in my face has either rushed to my cheeks or has completely paled me by draining from it.
His words come unfiltered, bursting the cork off all he’d been bottling up.
“Zeus, you’re strong and so goddamn stubborn and caring and have such a stupid smart mouth— I like you for fuck’s sake! And quite frankly I’m shocked you hadn’t figured that out yet—!!“ He blurts out, face extremely red and almost frustrated. His body tensed.
My eyes widen.
How long had it been that he’d kept this secret?
Had he touched himself to those daydreams too??
And to think we BOTH avoided all of this for so long?
We’re idiots.
I can’t muster more than one breathless word:
“ Fuck ...”
We’re both frozen…and highly aware that this is a pivotal point for what it means for our friendship… He opens his mouth to say something… Then bites his lip, almost afraid to speak.
“…Lyra. Please say something—“
I lean back from him slowly and stare at him,
I struggle to find my own words, I’m still too stunned to say anything. But I try to start…
“I—“
A ground-shaking crack of thunder interrupts me.
Out of nowhere, it begins pouring rain across the ocean waves. The once beaming sun is swallowed up by thick, rolling black clouds pooling at the coast. A ginormous figure formed of water stands among the storm and tides…
Telemachus pulls himself up, gently removing me to get a proper view.
“…Is that Poseidon?”