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"Oh, that's right, you and your latest infatuation parted ways a few days ago," Aphrodite remarked with a dramatic sigh, her indifference to the situation evident in her demeanor.

"Regardless, I have matters to attend to. Please, leave," I requested, turning to retrieve my bow and belt from the kitchen counter before heading towards the door.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Percy Jackson series or its Characters. This story is for pure entertainment purposes only. My twist on what happens after The Last Olympian.

Percy P.O.V.

I woke up to the sun shining in my eyes and sat up to find I was in this massive bed in this strange, colossal room—someone decorated with black and white walls. The bed I lay in appeared black, and the shawl covering the canopy was see-through and gray. When I pulled back the black sheets, someone had stripped me down to my boxer briefs. I am confused. I looked around to see where my clothes had gone and, better yet, where Chiron went. I slipped out of bed and took another look around. The only furniture in the room was the bed with side tables, a fireplace, a ridiculous large mirror to the left, and a high-tufted leather chair with clothes on it. I looked closely at the clothes and saw they were my favorite pair of shorts I kept at the camp. There also was a blue thrasher shirt with flames from when I returned from a mini-quest. The shorts were a pair of near-to-becoming booty shorts Annabeth gave to me as a gift after finding out I was gay, I guess, to cool the waters between us. I sighed, looking out the window to the right to see the vacant desert. I slipped out of the bedroom, scooped up the clothes, and walked to what looked like the bathroom. Which was literally across from the bed; inside was black and gray marble covering the wall, sink, and toilet. A glass door covered the shower and had one of those nice handheld shower heads. Also, over by the sink, a letter sat. I walked closer and picked up the note; it read:

"I left you in a safe location. All you need to know is this is where you are going to be in this unprecedented situation you're going through. Help yourself to any personal hygiene products under the sink. They're yours, and your room is yours while you stay here. Apollo, Dionysus, and I are responsible for you until we find out who is responsible. Chimera is in the house, keeping watch on you. If you need anything, say it, and I will hear."

~Hades~

I scowled. I was shocked but primarily confused about why these Gods were responsible for me; I mean, their gods wouldn't I cause a distraction? Distribution in duties? And why the hell am I in Hades' house? Where's Persephone? Why is Hades, I am afraid to say, treated me somewhat nicely? His version. I just shook my head and got a toothbrush and paste from under the sink, laid them down, walked over to the toilet, sat my clothes on it, and turned on the shower knobs to cool. Then, I stepped into the lovely cool water and began to wash. It was unbearable at first, but it turned soothing. It felt like I had a fever and couldn't deal with a hot shower. I'll probably pass out. I concentrated long and hard on the water from my body, which worked to my relief. I wash for a good twenty minutes and step out of the shower.

When I finished drying, I pulled on the fresh underwear and my shirt and shorts from the pile. Then, I walked over to the sink, grabbed the toothbrush and paste, and brushed my teeth. I was looking at myself in the mirror and trying to gather my thoughts.

1) I have an uncomfortable heat spreading throughout my body

2) I am in the care of three gods (only one is that fond of me)

3) Why?

I spit one last time into the sink and rinsed my mouth with water, and I grabbed my dirty clothes, threw them in a hamper by the door, and left the room. Besides the bathroom, on my left, it looked like a door out of the room, which it indeed was. I carefully cracked the door and peeked out into the hall. The walls are covered in a sleek and modern black and silver theme. Across from my room was a massive black double door, which I am guessing is Hades' room. To the left of me, the hallway ended in front of the window. In front of the window was a birdbath with an open window shining light through. I walked out and looked to the right of the hallway; it seemed to have light coming from the skylight. I headed in that direction as I walked. I passed several rooms: an Office, Library, Bar, etc. This place is twenty times the size of my little cabin at camp. I walked and walked until I reached the end of the hall, opening into a Living room. The Living room had the same theme as the bathroom I was in. You can tell that this is the domain of Hades. I liked it, and the thought sent chills down my back. The God of the Underworld and I like similar styles. Though Nico and I are close, it shouldn't be a surprise. But still, I felt comfortable in his home.

Still bewildered, I sat on a black tufted leather couch with two white ottomans and glass side tables. A marble coffee table was in front of the sofa; on the coffee table was a small remote. I grabbed the remote off the coffee table before me and propped up my feet. I looked at the small remote in contempt and pressed a random button, and then suddenly, the coffee table started lowering under my feet onto the floor. "Hmm," I mumbled, pressing another; this time, music began to play loudly. It scared me, making wails loudly and falling behind the couch. I looked around, saw the ceiling speakers, and shook my head. "Ha!" I laughed so hard I cried when a Mini-Chimera entered the living room. I froze. Maybe he attacked me, but strangely, he didn't. Instead, he ran up to me, jumped on my lap, and started licking its tail, wagging away, making me laugh and giggle, though I wouldn't admit it anyone asked.

" You remember me; you're not so bad now, huh? wanna keep me company?" I chuckled, making the chimera tail wag even harder. Maybe I will better understand where I am if I ask Chimera to take me out.

"Okay, let's play. Show me outside, boy," I said, turning off the music; Chimera hopped off my lap and walked through another hall. I followed it, smiling. As I followed the Chimera, we finally arrived at the front door; I opened it to see a partially white structure surrounding it and, through it, the city of angels. I was confused and was about to walk through when I heard, "I wouldn't do that, it's a long fall," coming from above, and I looked up to see Lord Apollo with his shit-eating grinning self and hair blowing in the slight breeze. Then I immediately looked down and saw the drop and then looked to the left and right to see I was in the Hollywood sign in the O. I shook my head for the second time today and stepped back.

"Lord Apollo," I greeted in surprise. I knew from Hades' note that I was under their care. I wasn't expecting anyone so soon. It has been half a day time that I knew of since I could have been here.

Chimera started a growling fit, "Hey, little guy, it's okay, I know him," I tried to reason with the upset little pup. Though it continued to growl, Then I looked up at Apollo, looking for help.

"Why is he acting like this?" I wouldn't think the Chimera would react negatively to an Olympian, but when we first met in Denver, I was surprised it warmed up to me. Though considering I am now under Hades' protection, it doesn't see me as a threat, but that may not be the case for others. It's something I need to tell Grover when I see him next.

"He's protecting you from me," Apollo says emptily.

"Why?" I questioned why this Chimera would consider Apollo a threat. Did I miss something when I was out?

"He thinks I'm trying to embark on his Lord territory," Apollo says while snapping his fingers, which causes the Chimera to collapse into a deep sleep. I picked him up and looked at Apollo, looking confused.

"This should keep him quiet for a while." He smiled. "So, you're gonna invite me inside, young Percy," I blushed, noticing that I was still standing in the doorway and Apollo was floating on the light. I slid out of the way, letting him through.

"Come in," I said, and my face felt warm.

Apollo P.O.V.

I decided to go to surprise my new favorite demigod after riding around in Helios for the day. I picked up a delicious scent inside the hideout when I arrived at Hades' place. I stood still, trying to keep my composure; I walked up to the door and was just about to knock. When Percy opened the door leading to Hades' house behind the realm, followed by the Chimera, he looked like he was about to leave.

" I wouldn't do that. It's a long fall," I called out

"Lord Apollo," He said as Chimera took a low stance and started growling at me."Hey, little guy, it's okay. I know him," Percy tries to reason with the upset little pup. Though it continued to growl, he looked up at me, looking for help.

"Why is he acting like this?" Young Percy was perplexed, but I am sure Dionysus made it clear to Hades that I was interested in the demigod. Though my actions in the throne room were obvious, can anyone blame me? Does no one else smell the delicious scent coming off of Percy? Is it just me? Questions, Questions. Though I am not in any rush to devour this flower.

"He's protecting you from me," I say emptily after a few moments.

"Why?" Percy questioned, "I can see the thoughts trying to form in his eyes."He thinks I'm trying to embark on his Lord territory," I say while snapping my fingers, which causes the Chimera to collapse into a deep sleep. Percy picked him up and looked at me in a confused way. "This should keep him quiet for a while." I smiled. "So, you're gonna invite me inside, Young Percy," the little demigod blushed, noticing we were still standing in the doorway. Percy slides out of the way, letting me through. "Come in," Percy said, blushing madly. I walk into the house, following Percy into the living room, waiting as he sits Chimera on a small pillow. Just as he walked toward the ottoman with a bit of swaying in his hips. I cleared my throat. "So tell me, has the stay been lovely at the House of Hades?"I asked mockingly.

" It's been somewhat...hospitable," Percy said, perplexed though not scared or intimidated sitting in on the ottoman.

I sat on the couch across from Percy to control my urge to breed this young demigod. Since my instincts are wild, I have been scenting him in the throne room. I will lay with this young-looking demigod, but not like an animal. However, the longer I breathed his scent, the more I got on edge. It's as if I don't devour him ...ugh, I don't know.

"So Apollo, what brings you?" Percy asked after a while, picking at the end of his shirt. When I was starting, I realized, "We three are to meet here to discuss what to do while we investigate your condition," I said, looking around at everything but Percy to keep my sanity.

"Have you found out why this is happening or what is happening to me?" Percy questioned as he leaned closer to me; my eyes couldn't help but wander down his frame. I blink and respond, "So far, from what we can tell from Chiron, this is typical of some beings, but not any Poseidon Children has ever had heat. So, we know it is not hereditary from speaking with Poseidon. And then there is the fact that according to Dionysus, no Gods nor Goddess entered the camp the night before you fell ill..." I rubbed my chin and heard a slight movement to the left. I look up, and Percy is biting at his lips restlessly; I slowly raise my hands and unconsciously pull lightly on his bottom lip. The scent called me again, and I didn't want to resist.

"Don't do that," I said breathlessly, looking at his now red-swallowing lips. "We'll figure it out," I huffed, grabbed Percy, pushed him against the ottoman, and began teasing my tongue against his. I gasped and slipped my tongue against the roof of his mouth; he shivered and relaxed into my hold a bit more. I gripped him by the hips, pulling him towards me on the couch. He instantly wrapped his legs around me. I grinned into his mouth and kissed and nipped at his neck, and I felt his cock get so hard against mine. I chuckled as Percy whined, "Ahh ..ha...Apollo, please".

I grinned and snapped my fingers, leaving us naked and our clothes on the floor. I raised from the couch with Percy in my arms, walked over to the coffee table, and laid him over it. Then, I took a step back to take in the sight of Percy. The spread looked delicious. His cheeks were flushed, and his legs were wide, letting me see everything. I released a slight growl from my throat, my fingers sliding gently against his thighs. His eyes were glazed over, and he let out a lustful moan, "Please, Please...Apollo," Percy cried out.

"Be Patient, little one; I'm getting there." I grinned wide, thinking this would be a fun ride….

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With Percy by my side, we departed from the chaos of the living room, leaving Apollo and Dionysus to clean up their mess and contemplate their actions.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Percy Jackson series or its Characters. This is for pure entertainment purposes only. My twist on what happens after The Last Olympian.

Percy P.O.V

Lord Hades and I found ourselves in a corridor of his palace, the opulent surroundings starkly contrasting my previous experiences here as a prisoner. As a guest, I marveled at the gold and silver walls and marble floors, eager to explore further. As we strolled down the corridor with tall ceilings, floating chandeliers cast an eerie glow while tapestries portrayed scenes from the Underworld. The walls were lined with bouquets made of precious metals and jewels, and faint light danced along the walls, suggesting concealed secrets within the occasional corridor to the left and the floor-to-ceiling windows to the right.

Amidst the splendor, an unmistakable sense of foreboding lingered in the air, a constant reminder of Lord Hades' formidable authority. As he guided us forward, I couldn't shake the unease creeping over me, intensified by the thick scent of incense and an underlying presence. Still, I was drawn to the palace's architectural marvels and the enigmatic mysteries concealed within its confines. Every step intensified my awareness as I trailed behind Lord Hades, venturing deeper into the uncharted territories of his realm.

As we ventured through the labyrinthine depths of the corridor, Lord Hades fixed his penetrating gaze on me, his eyes cutting through the subdued illumination. "Percy Jackson," he addressed me, his voice resonating faintly in the cavernous space. "You have returned to my domain, but the circumstances have changed."

I nodded, a mixture of apprehension and curiosity swirling within me. "Yes, Lord Hades. I'm grateful for your assistance and hospitality."

He paused, his expression inscrutable. "You are somewhat familiar with the circumstances surrounding your... situation?"

I shifted uncomfortably, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks as the memory of my recent encounter with Apollo flooded back. "Yes, I have some understanding, though it's still rather confusing."

Lord Hades arched an eyebrow, his demeanor commanding yet composed. "It must indeed be a troubling situation. According to Chiron, this heat or Estrus period is most common in creatures such as Satyrs, Lycanthropes, and Shifters, among others."

"I knew that certain seasons affected certain individuals like Frank and Lycaon, but I wasn't fully aware of the extent," I muttered, annoyed that Lord Hades seemed to have insight into my predicament and I did not.

"Until this matter is resolved, you are to remain here, as I mentioned," Lord Hades affirmed, maintaining his stride. "My library contains numerous texts that may provide enlightenment. And it would be best if you were under supervision to guard against other lustful beings like Apollo," he added gruffly.

I swallowed hard, his words settling heavily on my shoulders. "Understood. But what exactly do you expect from me during my stay?"

Hades paused before towering baroque-style double doors, soaring twenty feet tall. The golden handle gleamed with a silent invitation. Intricate carvings adorned with golden acanthus leaves embellished the stone surface, while tiny statues nestled amidst the rich black stone, adding to the splendor. A faint smile danced at the corners of his lips, amusement twinkling in his eyes.

"Percy," he began, his voice carrying a hint of amusement, "your unique abilities may prove invaluable in matters concerning both our realms. For now, your focus will be on studying about Estrus and being... productive."

I nodded, feeling a surge of determination despite the uncertainty surrounding me. "I'll do whatever you need, Lord Hades."

He nodded in acknowledgment, his demeanor softening just a touch. "Good. We'll talk about the details tomorrow. For now, take some rest and freshen up here until dinner." With that, the doors before him swung open, and he stepped inside, with me following closely behind.

As I entered the room, I couldn't help but be entranced by its mesmerizing blend of Gothic and Medieval charm. To my left stood a luxurious bed draped in cerulean blue, promising a haven of eternal rest atop its intricate gold and black frame. The ornate wall designs echoed the majestic beauty of ancient cathedrals, while the rich black hardwood floor tied the room together seamlessly. Soft candlelight bathed the space in a magical glow, filling me with a tranquil sense of wonder as the past and present intertwined effortlessly.

On the north wall before me, two windows and a door hinted at a bathroom beyond. A cozy sitting area awaited to the right, illuminated by a chandelier casting a gentle light above a tufted loveseat flanked by matching marble end tables. Two inviting reading chairs encircled a black Louis XVI marble coffee table with a gold top, beckoning moments of relaxation and contemplation. In the corners, gold bookcases overflowed with parchment and books, while a fireplace adorned the back wall, its mantle adorned with charming trinkets. And above it all, a humongous clock steadily ticked away.

As I took in the room's beauty, Lord Hades turned to me with a faint smile. "Make yourself comfortable, Percy. Dinner will be served in a few hours," he said, his voice carrying a sense of warmth I hadn't expected from the ruler of the Underworld.

"This is... a bit much," I muttered, my voice echoing softly in the spacious room.

"Nonsense, Percy," came Lord Hades' voice from the doorway, making me jump slightly. "You are a guest in my palace now. It's only fitting that you are treated with the utmost hospitality."

I met his gaze, surprised by the smugness in his eyes. "I appreciate it, Lord Hades. It's just... I'm not used to all of this."

He nodded, his eyes holding a flicker of something I couldn't quite decipher. "Many aren't, though you will, Percy. But for now, rest and regain your strength. We will speak further after dinner."

As I watched Lord Hades depart, a sense of awe mingled with uncertainty washed over me, the vast doors closing behind him with a resounding thud. Turning back to take in the room's grandeur, I felt a wave of overwhelm hit me; it starkly contrasted with my accustomed simplicity.

I saw the closet near the door, and its open door suggested a spacious interior. Though tempted to explore it, I decided to take a breather. With a nod, I took a deep breath, allowing myself to relax in the luxurious surroundings. Despite my initial reservations, there was something undeniably comforting about being treated kindly by a God for once. Settling into one of the plush reading chairs, I let the day's events sink in.

Sighing, I reflected on the sudden onset of the 'heat' phase and its effects. So far, Apollo seemed to be the only one reacting to it, though I wasn't entirely sure about Dionysus. Besides the intense heat earlier, I hadn't noticed any other changes, except briefly subsiding when I passed out, only to return upon engaging with Apollo. The shock of Dionysus barging into the room may have momentarily halted it. My brain started to hurt from trying to process it all, and with a groan, I rose from the reading chair and entered the bathroom.

As I entered the bathroom, the flow of elegance from the bedroom was seamless and striking. Artificial sunlight flooded through a window on the north wall, casting a warm, golden glow over the vintage clawed feet below, infusing the atmosphere with a hint of nostalgic charm. The walls were adorned with art, each adding a personal touch to the opulent surroundings.

However, the grand glass-encased shower dominated the space, occupying the entire right wall. Its luxurious features promised indulgence, and the dark tones of the shower's interior contrasted beautifully with the room's lighter hues, adding depth to the ambiance.

A massive mirror on the left wall reflected the room's sophistication, doubling its apparent size and adding to its sense of luxury. Beneath the mirror, a mounted sink vanity and a discreetly placed toilet completed the layout, ensuring functionality without sacrificing style. Continuing the luxurious theme, gleaming fixtures in black and gold adorned the vanity, further enhancing the room's abundance. Every aspect of the bathroom was meticulously arranged, from the plush towels to the carefully curated selection of indulgent toiletries.

I decided to indulge in a long, hot shower, allowing the warmth of the water to wash away the day's stresses and restore my sense of well-being. The fluffy towels beckoned as I peeled off my clothes, promising comfort and warmth. With each garment dropped to the floor, the day's weight seemed to ease, leaving me feeling lighter and more relaxed. Stepping into the shower, the smooth tiles welcomed my bare feet as I reached for the sleek controls.

As I turned on the water, adjusting it just right, warmth enveloped me, cascading from the showerhead above. The rushing water drowned out the outside world's noise, creating a soothing symphony within the space. The assortment of Greek soaps on the marble shelf greeted me with various enticing scents. One soap infused with olive oil and herbs promised to soften my skin. Beside it, a vibrant pomegranate soap offered refreshing antioxidants. Luxurious goat's milk soap, enriched with honey and lavender, promised relaxation for both body and mind. With such indulgent options before me, I felt spoiled for choice. Selecting a bar and nearby sea sponge, I slathered it on, allowing the scent to envelop me in its intoxicating aroma. As the rich lather enveloped my skin, I felt a sense of renewal wash over me, as if each bubble held the power to cleanse not just my body but also my mind. Lost in the moment, I allowed myself to exist in this oasis of calm and serenity.

Reluctantly, I knew it was time to leave my sanctuary. With a final rinse, I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, wrapping myself in a plush towel. Leaving the bathroom, I headed for the walk-in closet with excitement. Opening the door, I was greeted by an impressive array of clothing perfectly tailored to my size. While the garments were top-notch, they didn't quite match my style.

Suddenly, the closet seemed to sense my hesitation. The colors and patterns shifted, transforming the collection into shades of blue – my favorite color. Amazed by its responsiveness, I joked, "Do jeans even cut here?"

The closet hesitated before presenting me with just four pairs. Chuckling, I asked, "Not liking my style, huh?"

Surprisingly, it whisked away two pairs, leaving me only two options. I couldn't help but laugh at its playful antics. Choosing a pair of dark blue jeans, I slipped them on. They fit perfectly, accentuating my figure. Pairing them with a matching dress shirt, I marveled at how effortlessly the outfit came together. Just as I stepped out of the closet, a soft knock echoed on the bedroom door. "Um, who's there?" I called out, wondering who could be other than Lord Hades in the palace; he wouldn't knock.

"Perseus Jackson, it is I, Thanatos, herald of the Underworld. I come bearing an invitation from Lord Hades himself. May I enter and speak with you?"

"Sure thing, Thanatos," I responded, my eyebrows raising in surprise but not total disbelief at the unexpected visitor. Thanatos swung open the door and strode into the room, commanding attention.

Facing Thanatos, I couldn't ignore his robust physique, his features framed by cascading black hair. Clad in a suit as dark as the Underworld, its sleekness emphasized his commanding presence. The regal cut of his attire, alongside the crisp white shirt, hinted at timeless sophistication. At the same time, his honey-gold eyes and teakwood skin exuded an otherworldly allure, drawing me in with an irresistible magnetism.

As Thanatos unfurled his dark wings, shimmering in shades of blue, black, and purple, a mix of wonder and nervousness washed over me. He was a being of immense power and mystery, and I couldn't tear my gaze away from him.

"Thank you, Perseus," he said with a nod, acknowledging me. "Lord Hades wants you to join him for dinner in the banquet hall. He's looking forward to your company."

I furrowed slightly in thought. It felt like I just settled in, checking the clock in the room. It seems two hours have already passed. Dinner with Lord Hades wasn't something I experienced, if ever. But the informal request itself intrigued me. "I... appreciate the invitation," I said slowly, still processing the situation. "I suppose I should finish getting ready then."

"Indeed," Thanatos replied, his expression impassive yet somehow conveying a sense of slight amusement. "I shall await you outside. When you are ready, I will escort you to the banquet hall."

With a final nod, Thanatos turned to depart, the sweep of his dark robes fading as he left the room. I retreated into the bathroom, intending to tidy my hair, but paused midway through. Why bother? Lord Hades likely couldn't care less about my appearance. Despite knowing he had seen me in various states of disarray, I felt an inexplicable urge to make a good dinner impression. With a sigh, I shook off the notion, donning a pair of loafers from the closet before joining Thanatos at the bedroom door.

As I stepped out to meet Thanatos, I found him waiting patiently, his demeanor as solemn as ever. "Ready?" he asked, his voice carrying a weight that seemed to echo through the corridor.

I nodded, suppressing any lingering doubts about this unexpected dinner invitation. "Lead the way," I replied, stepping beside him as we made our way through the dimly lit halls of Lord Hades' palace.

As we walked, I couldn't shake the feeling of anticipation mixed with apprehension. What could Lord Hades possibly want to discuss over dinner? And what could we do to assist in the Underworld, of all people? Lost in my thoughts, I barely registered the journey until we arrived at the grand banquet hall. The room was adorned with dark tapestries and flickering torches, casting eerie shadows across the marble floor.

Lord Hades occupied the head of the table, his expression inscrutable as he studied me with a penetrating gaze that seemed to delve into the depths of my being. "Welcome, Percy," he announced, his voice resonating with authority. "I trust you've acclimated?"

I swallowed nervously, meeting his gaze with a determined nod. "As well as one can, Lord Hades," I replied, striving to maintain composure despite the flutter of nerves within me.

Hades acknowledged my response with a nod, motioning for me to sit across from him. As I settled into the chair, a sense of foreboding crept over me, hinting that this dinner would be far from ordinary. Across the table, Lord Hades watched me with a steady gaze, his expression unreadable.

"Thank you for joining me, Percy," he said, his voice low yet commanding. "I trust you find the accommodations to your liking?"

I nodded, trying to mask my unease. "Yes, Lord Hades. Your palace is... impressive."

A hint of amusement flickered in Lord Hades' eyes. "I'm glad you think so. Now, let us begin."

As if on cue, servants emerged from the shadows, bearing trays laden in delicate bowls crafted from iridescent shells with the meal's first course. The aroma of fresh mint and fresh herbs wafted through the air, enticing my senses. Lord Hades gestured to the food before us. "I hope you enjoy the Minted Pea Soup with Crème Fraîche, freshly picked peas from the Elysian Fields."

I couldn't help but marvel at the spread before me. "It looks delicious," I admitted, unable to hide my surprise at the luxury of the meal. Lord Hades nodded, his lips curving into a faint smile. As we began eating, the room's tension seemed to ease slightly. A refreshing start to the meal, the sweetness of peas combined with the freshness of mint, finished with a dollop of crème fraîche for richness—a testament to the skill of Lord Hades' kitchen staff. Despite my apprehension, I relaxed into the meal, the conversation flowing more quickly than anticipated.

"So, Percy," Lord Hades began, his tone casual yet probing. "Tell me more about yourself. What do you enjoy doing in your spare time?"

I hesitated, unsure how much to reveal to the god of the Underworld. "Well, I enjoy spending time with my friends," I replied cautiously. "And I have a passion for... exploring."

Lord Hades raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. "Exploring, you say? What exactly do you explore?"

I shrugged, trying to downplay the adventurous aspects of my life. "Oh, you know, just...different places. I like to travel." I dip my spoon into the last soup, moaning in delight.

Lord Hades studied me for a moment, his gaze searching. "Interesting," he murmured as if filing away the information for later.

As the servants cleared away the empty bowls, I couldn't help but wonder what Lord Hades had in store for the rest of the evening. Despite my initial reservations, something was undeniably intriguing about the god sitting across from me.

The following course arrived with a flourishing presentation. A vibrant array of crisp lettuce, juicy tomatoes, cucumbers, and olives dance together in a colorful symphony, crowned with generous crumbles of creamy Feta cheese, invoking the essence of the Mediterranean sun. The salad, drizzled with golden olive oil and tangy lemon dressing, is a captivating ode to the timeless flavors of Greece, enticing both the eyes and the palate with its fresh and invigorating presence.

"So, Percy," Lord Hades began, his voice breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between us as he dipped his fork into his salad. "Do you have any hobbies or interests outside of your adventures?" He said while enjoying his salad.

I paused, considering his question. "Well, I enjoy reading," I replied, keeping my answer simple. "And I like to swim and explore the sea in my spare time. Other than Unraveling prophecies and stopping calamity. I don't do much else." I chuckled and followed suit, taking a tentative bite of my salad.

Lord Hades nodded, seeming intrigued by my response. "Reading and swimming. Tell me, then, what about university? Is that in the cards for you?

The salad was exquisite, and the flavors were perfectly balanced. "It's delicious," I admitted, unable to hide my surprise at the depth of flavor. I reach for a napkin and dap my mouth. " College is in the cards for me, yes. I thought Annabeth and I would start putting in applications together, but things... have changed significantly in the past few months." I cleared my throat, taking a drink from my glass.

"Hmmm, I see that's good," Lord Hades remarked, dipping his fork into the salad again. "Have any in mind?"

As we savored the salad, the conversation flowed effortlessly between us. Lord Hades shared stories of the Underworld and its knowledge, painting a vivid picture of his realm. His tales captivated me, and I was eager to learn more about the mysterious world he ruled.

As the servants cleared away the empty plates, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation for the next course. Despite my initial reservations, this dinner was turning out to be an unexpected delight—a chance to connect with Lord Hades in a way I had never imagined. And as the evening wore on, I realized that perhaps there was more to the god of the Underworld than met the eye.

The main course of the meal. The aroma of a succulent rack of lamb coated in a flavorful herb crust wafted through the air, enticing my senses, roasted to perfection, and served with a side of rosemary-infused jus. Accompanied by roasted garlic mashed potatoes and sautéed green beans. Lord Hades gestured to the food before us."I hope you enjoy the lamb caught and prepared from Alaska."

I couldn't help but marvel at the sumptuous spread before me. "It looks delicious," I admitted, unable to hide my surprise at the luxury of the meal.

Lord Hades nodded, his lips curving into a faint smile. "This is one of my favorites," Lord Hades remarked, dipping his spoon into the mashed potatoes. "I hope you find it to your liking."

As the evening wore on, we got caught up in a game of questions, each peeling away another layer of ourselves. From favorite snacks to hidden talents, we uncovered commonalities and unexpected connections. The Lemon Sorbet served as a refreshing interlude, cleansing our palates with its tangy burst before the next course signaled the approaching end of the meal.

I settled back in my chair, feeling more satisfied and content than I had in a long while, though I kept that feeling to myself, grateful my mom wasn't there to witness it.

"Save some room for dessert, Little Percy," Lord Hades teased, a smirk playing on his lips, clearly pleased with how much I'd enjoyed the meal.

I let out a contented sigh. "Lord Hades, I couldn't even fit a crumb in now," I replied, patting my stomach.

"Are you sure?" he continued, a glint in his eye. "Baklava is on tonight's menu. Layers of flaky phyllo pastry filled with chopped nuts, sweetened with honey syrup and spiced with cinnamon. Served with a scoop of vanilla ice cream," he added, tempting me further.

I shook my head, resisting the temptation of the decadent dessert. "As enticing as that sounds, Lord Hades, I'm afraid I'll have to pass. I couldn't possibly manage another bite."

Lord Hades chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Very well then, Percy. How about some tea in my sitting room instead? A more subdued end to our meal." He stood and walked down the length of the table to me.

I nodded, relieved at the prospect of something lighter. "That sounds perfect, thank you," I replied. The Lord reached out a hand, and I took it, following him to his private quarters, leaving behind the enticing aroma of baklava for the tranquility of a quiet cup of tea.

Chapter Text

Echoes of Desire

Previous On BTG: The Lord reached out a hand, and I took it, following him to his private quarters, leaving behind the enticing aroma of baklava for the tranquility of a quiet cup of tea.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Percy Jackson series or its Characters. This is for pure entertainment purposes only. My twist on what happens after The Last Olympian.

Apollo P.O.V

After Hades whisked Percy away, I redirected my frustration toward Dionysus. "Thanks to you, I'm left stranded and now have to assist in sorting out this chaos," I grumbled. Dionysus, as usual, was indifferent, his focus elsewhere as he quipped, "Assist with cleaning? As far as I'm concerned, this is your mess." With a dismissive scoff, he vanished, leaving the lingering scent of grapes.

"Ugh, D," I muttered, "First, I'm left hanging, now this." Surveying the disarray, I tidied the living room, restoring order by straightening furniture and clearing debris.

Ten minutes later, the living room was free of vines and shattered glass. I then proceeded to Hades' library at the rear of the house. Pushing open the double doors, I entered a space that exuded tranquility and intellect. Warm lighting welcomed me, casting a soft glow over the room. Mahogany bookshelves overflowed with a diverse array of books, inviting exploration. Plush seating and a sunlit reading nook offered comfort, while an oak desk adorned with an antique gramophone provided a serene space for study. The scent of aged paper and leather-bound volumes filled the air, accompanied by the soft strains of classical music that enhanced the scholarly ambiance. Large windows framed views of the garden outside, while artwork adorned the walls, adding character and charm to the space. A rolling ladder stood ready for exploration, inviting me to delve deeper into the treasures within. In every corner, there was a palpable reverence for knowledge, creating a cherished sanctuary for its owner.

I approached the gramophone, lifted the needle, and placed both hands on the horn. Closing my eyes, I thought of Thanatos and began to sing a melody unlike any other, a tune that resonated with the solemnity and mystery of the realm of the dead.

The haunting yet beautiful melody rose and fell, weaving a tapestry of sound shimmering with otherworldly energy. With each note, I tapped into the primal forces that govern the passage of souls from the mortal world to the Underworld.

As the melody reached its crescendo, I focused my divine power, infusing the music with my will and intent. With each note, I sent forth a message, a call that transcended the boundaries between realms, a plea for an audience with Thanatos deep into the heart of the Underworld. As the final melody faded from my lips, a quiet stillness settled, and then, with a flicker of the candles around the room, Thanatos appeared before me, ready to answer my summons.

"Lord Apollo," Thanatos acknowledged with a respectful nod, his voice echoing in the cavernous library. "You have summoned me. What is the nature of your request?" I stepped forward, meeting Thanatos' steady gaze with a smile. "Thanatos," I said, gratitude in my tone. "Thank you for coming. We have a situation that requires your expertise."

Thanatos raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Explain," he prompted.

"We've had a bit of... an incident," I admitted, leading him back into the front of the house. "I cleaned up most of what I could, but the damage is evident. Do you know what builder your Lord uses?"

"I see," Thanatos replied, his voice measured. "Rest assured, Apollo, I shall do what is necessary to repair the damages and restore order to Lord Hades' sanctuary."

I nodded in appreciation. "Thank you, Thanatos," I said sincerely. "Your assistance is greatly appreciated. I'll leave this in your capable hands," I added, making my way to the exit.

As I stormed back to Olympus, frustration churned like a cyclone. Percy's abrupt departure had left me hanging, quite literally, and to compound matters, Dionysus had deserted me to clean up Hades' mess alone. I needed an outlet for my vexation, and who better to lend an ear than my dear sister, Artemis?

Finding Artemis amidst the grandeur of the woodland area of Olympus, I approached her with a hint of surprise in my voice. "Artemis, it's a rare sight to see you here," I exclaimed, my tone carrying a touch of annoyance.

Ever perceptive, Artemis quickly picked up on my mood. "Apollo, I sought you out after your duties, but you were nowhere to be found," she responded cautiously. "What troubles you?"

I heaved a sigh, running a hand through my golden locks. "You wouldn't believe the day I've had," I began, frustration evident. "First, Percy leaves me high and dry before gallivanting off to the Underworld for a meal with Hades. Then, Dionysus decides it's a brilliant idea to leave me to sort out the mess on my lonesome!"

Artemis raised an eyebrow, a mixture of sympathy and amusement flickering across her features. "Percy left you... what?" she repeated, barely suppressing a chuckle.

I shot her a glare. "We were partially nude before Dionysus came and ruined the mood. Artemis, though, that's bad enough! He left me, and I had to contend with the mess Dionysus mostly made solo. And Dionysus, just say he couldn't lift a finger."

Artemis nodded in understanding, though a faint smile lingered. "Sounds like quite the ordeal," she remarked. "But you handled it, didn't you? You always do." I huffed, my frustration abating slightly at her words of encouragement. "Yes, I suppose I did, I summon Thanatos to fix what I couldn't," I admitted. "But it's the principle of the matter! I shouldn't have been left to deal with all of that alone or with blue balls."

Artemis nodded thoughtfully. "Perhaps you should find another distraction," she suggested. "It might do you good." A spark of excitement ignited within me at the idea. "Actually," I began a mischievous gleam in my eyes, "there's a new club opening on Olympus tonight. I thought I might give it a whirl." Artemis shook her head with a chuckle. "To each their own," she said before sauntering away.

Watching her depart, I returned to my abode to prepare for the evening ahead. Despite the day's frustrations, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation for the night ahead. As I meticulously groomed myself, determination surged to make the most of the evening despite the setbacks.

The prospect of the new club on Olympus heightened my excitement. It promised a night of revelry and a welcome distraction from my troubles. Opting for my best outfit, I chose white pleated-front pants with a high waist and turn-up hem. Completing the ensemble, I wore a loose, untucked golden silk button up to tie the look together. I set out into the bustling streets of Olympus, the crackling night air and the glow of Olympus guiding my way.

As I stepped up to the club, vibrant beats pulsed through the air, welcoming me into the pulsating crowd, eagerly awaiting entry. The façade resembled a temple, illuminated by a red neon sign declaring "Temptation" above the entrance. I strolled past the line, the doors swinging open effortlessly, granting me immediate access. The atmosphere was electric, drawing me in with irresistible allure, akin to a moth to a flame.

♫ 'Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it! ♫

Inside, the club unfolded before me a grand spectacle of architectural prowess. Columns adorned with ivy graced the space, while the ceiling boasted verdant foliage, blooming flowers, and flickering candles. Draping white curtains cascaded from the second floor above, adding a touch of ethereal elegance to the ambiance. Surrendering to the rhythm of the music, I made my way toward the bar nestled at the back of the club.

♫ Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it. ♫

It was evident that Terpsichore, the Muse of dance and music, and Hedone, the goddess of pleasure and enjoyment, presided over the music and atmosphere. Their influence imbued the space with an intoxicating energy, ideally suited to alleviate my... frustration. The bar mirrored the club's aesthetic, its white marble surface adorned with vines and blossoms. A towering mirror behind the bar displayed an impressive array of bottles and fruits, reflecting the bustling activity.

♫ Sticks and stones may break my bones ♫

Navigating through the dancing crowds, I approached the bar where Comus was expertly crafting drinks, and Hebe was serving patrons with effortless grace. "Hebe, how's business tonight?" I inquired, leaning in and glancing around the club before returning my attention to her.

♫ But chains and whips excite me ♫

"Business is booming; you missed the grand opening last week," she replied with a warm smile, deftly taking another drink before giving it to a patron. "So, what can I get for you tonight?" she asked, wiping down her side of the bar.

♫ Na-na-na, come on, come on, come on ♫

"Surprise me," I responded, a grin spreading across my face as I surveyed the club for a pleasant diversion. Suddenly, my attention was captivated by a figure on the dance floor—a mesmerizing blend of masculine and feminine allure. Their complexion reminiscent of a dove's softness, and their curly black locks adorned with a golden leaf hairpiece, exuded a captivating charm. Clad in white leather shorts, a fitted sleeveless red crop top, and knee-high boots, they moved with effortless grace to the pulsating rhythm of the an unexpected moment, a voice sounded behind me. "I trust this will suit your taste," I turned to face the bar where Hebe stood. "It's a concoction I stumbled upon among mortals," she explained, pushing the drink toward me. "They call it the Pacific Sun. Seemed rather fitting for your liking."

♫   I like it, like it, come on, come on, come on ♫

I savored a sip of the passionfruit liqueur infused with Serrano chile, a tropical twist on the classic tequila sunrise. Expressing my approval with a nod, I thanked Hebe. She returned the gesture with a smile before attending to the other patrons at the bar. Turning my attention back to the dance floor, I scanned the crowd in search of the captivating lean figure from earlier. Spotting them amidst the swirling mass of dancers, I moved forward with predatory grace. Slipping in behind the enchanting presence, I engaged in a playful dance, our movements synchronizing with the pulsating rhythm of the music.

♫ I like it , I like it ♫

Bringing my left hand to their hips, I swayed and moved with them in harmony. Another sip of my drink, and I surrendered to the warmth of their body and the rhythm of the music. Sensations tingled across my skin, and desire stirred within me. The allure of the person before me was undeniable. Downing my drink, I placed it on a passing server's tray, freeing my hand to pull them closer. Leaning in, I breathed in their intoxicating scent—a blend of vanilla and patchouli—while my face nestled against their neck.

♫ S, S, S and M, M, M ♫

Their hands gently covered mine, lifting their face so I could meet their gaze. It was Himeros, I knew those greens eyes. Himeros is a youthful and handsome god with delicate features just like his twin Eros but it was their eyes that told them eyes are as green as the amazon rainforest , with full pink lips that looked like they knew depravity and I couldn't help but chuckle at how I hadn't realized it sooner—the signs were unmistakable. He grinned up at me, a temptation I was eager to indulge in.

"Oh, noble Apollo, might you harbor a desire for me tonight?"He purred, his demeanor cocky as if he couldn't feel my arousal pressing against him. Chuckling once more, "I don't know do I?" I replied playfully, a smirk dancing on my lips as I pressed my hardness against him. Two could play this game , I turned him to face me as we continued to dance to the music.

♫ Oh, I love the feeling you bring to me ♫

"Would you care to retire to a more intimate setting, Lord Apollo?" He inquired, his gaze coy as he peered through his lashes. Feeling a surge of primal desire, I tightened my grip on his waist slightly and nodded. "Lead the way, you little temptress," I replied, letting my gaze to wonder on his body again. He took my hand and we began to move through the crowd, the pulsating rhythm of the music seemed to echo the beating of our hearts. The air crackled with anticipation, charged with the promise of what awaited us in this more secluded area of the club. Guided by his lead, we navigated through the throng of gyrating bodies, each step bringing us closer to our destination. Leading me up a flight of stairs leading to the second floor.

Here stood a line of five king-size canopy beds, each evenly spaced to offer a sense of seclusion, their heavy canopy curtains encasing them. Each bed was left open, proudly displaying its adorned frame embellished with orchids and vines, while white sheets and pillows trimmed in gold added a touch of luxury. Himeros walked to one of the beds and frame himself against the pillows. It was definitely a .quieter alcove tucked away from the main dance floor, where the ambient lighting cast a soft, romantic glow. With a sly grin, he turned to face me, his eyes sparkling with mischief and desire. I felt a surge of excitement coursing through me as I met his gaze, the anticipation mounting with each passing moment.

♫ It's exactly what I've been yearning for ♫

"Here we are, Lord Apollo," he murmured, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down my spine. "Our own private sanctuary."

"It'll do," I purred, eagerly crawled onto the bed and tugging the curtains loose to envelop us. With my body pressing against his, I leaned in to kiss him, savoring the taste of something sweet, yet subtle, like honey on the breeze. Gently spreading his thighs, I slipped between them, my hands gripping his hips as I maneuvered us so he was on top of me. He ground down into my lap as if he wanted to rub through my pants. Amused, I chuckled, "So impatient, Himeros."

♫ Give it to me strong ♫

He descended along my body until his face met my lap, where Himeros eagerly attended to my cock, emitting soft, contented purrs. "Could you blame me? Lord Apollo, with such a tempting treat before me?" He slid as he slid down my pants. I arched my back, overcome by the sensation of his warm breath against my skin. "You certainly know how to make a one feel worshipped ," I replied with a smirk, running my fingers through his hair. With a playful grin, he continued his ministrations, his lips and tongue sending shivers down my spine. As I surrendered to the pleasure, I couldn't help but marvel at his skill and eagerness. "Himeros," I murmured, lost in the moment, "you truly are a master of your domain." He looked up at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes, his lips still glistening with desire. "I aim to please, my lord," he said, his voice husky with anticipation. With a graceful movement, he opened his mouth wipe slipped my cock down his thoart past those pretty pink lips. I groaned and down back at his face but face I saw had me still as stone I saw Percy, thoses hypnotic sea-green eyes, reminiscent of the ocean tears running down taking me deeper as he sucked and gagged on my cock. The noises he made quickened my pulse, surge of ecstasy washed over me, I grab him by his hair gripping hold his head still with one hand and storking his bottom lips with the other.

* song fades out and new song starts up*

♫ I'm just a bachelor ♫

I thrust deeper until I was completely engulfed in his mouth. Percy choked and gagged, eliciting a primal response that tightened my grip on him. Despite the sensation pulling at my core, the thought of withdrawal never crossed my mind. I ensnared Percy's head between my thighs, ensuring he couldn't escape. Continuing my relentless pace, I sensed him weakening from the lack of air. Briefly pulling my hips back, I allowed Percy a moment to catch his breath.

♫ If you're horny, let's do it ♫

"You can handle it," I purred, a smirk playing on my lips and I continued fucking into his mouth like a sledgehammer. Staring into those beautiful eyes as his tears and snot running down his face to my cock. My hips started to stutter and I slowled groaning and slow thrusting into his mouth , his looked wanton with need staring up at me.

"Such a good , boy for me" I growled out as I bottom out in his throat and slowing into a good rhythm to feel his tongue around me. I pulled all the out to rub my precum all over his lips and nose pushing percy lower to my balls. "I wanna fell your mouth on them," I said and grunted when he eagerly suck on of my balls into his mouth.

♫ Ride it, my pony ♫

"Fuckkkkk," I hissed, pulling back and thrusting my cock quickly back into Percy's throat, controlling the movement of his head as he took me in. With a swift motion, I withdrew, releasing him momentarily.

"Your turn," I breathed out, observing Percy as he used both hands to stroke and kiss my cock, eliciting precum that landed atop his nose, causing my cock to twitch. He took me back into his mouth until I hit the back of his throat, his gagging sending shivers down my spine. "Come on, don't tease," I whispered, lifting my hips to deepen the sensation. Percy groped my balls with his hands as he gagged and swallowed around my cock.

♫ Sittin' here flossing ♫

Lost in the overwhelming pleasure, I surrendered to the intensity of the moment, my breathing ragged as Percy's skilled hands and eager mouth drove me to the brink of ecstasy. Each movement, each touch, sent bolts of pleasure coursing through my body, heightening my arousal to new heights. With each passing moment, the tension built, aching to be released in an explosion of passion and desire.

♫ Send chills up and down your spine ♫

Sensations danced along my skin as Percy continued his relentless assault, his determination matched only by my own. I felt myself teetering on the edge, on the precipice of bliss, as he expertly navigated the delicate balance between pleasure and restraint. And then, with a final, desperate thrust, I plummeted over the edge, waves of ecstasy crashing over me as I surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure of release down his throat.

♫ Juices flowing down your thigh ♫

As the waves of ecstasy subsided, I slowly regained my senses, only to realize that it wasn't Percy but Himeros who knelt before me, his arousal evident in the damp patch on his pants. With a forced nonchalance, I straightened, smoothing out the wrinkles in my attire as I attempted to regain my composure.

"Well," I murmured, my voice strained but steady, "that was... unexpected." I shared a brief glance with Himeros, who seemed oblivious to the inner turmoil raging within me. Himeros, ever the embodiment of carefree charm, grinned back at me. "Unexpected, indeed," he quipped, his tone light and playful. "But sometimes the best moments are the ones we least anticipate."

His words offered a sliver of reassurance, yet I couldn't shake the sense of confusion and unease that lingered in the air after vision of Percy. With a smile, Himeros leaned in for a kiss, and I reciprocated, though my mind raced with conflicting emotions and thoughts. I didn't think I desired Percy more than a conquest. Though to be seeing him when I am with someone else, says otherwise. Despite my efforts to maintain a facade of calm, I couldn't shake the sense of uncertainty that gnawed at me.

"It's getting late," I finally said fixing my pants, breaking the intimate moment, "and I have an early start tomorrow." Despite the unexpected turn of events, I couldn't deny that we had shared a moment of intense passion. "But tonight," I added, forcing a note of sincerity into my voice, "was... enjoyable."

With that, I bid Himeros farewell, the weight of our encounter heavy on my mind as I made my way back to first floor and entrance of the club, contemplating the complexities of desire and longing for Percy in the flickering lights of the club.

Chapter Text

Previous On BTG: I made my way back to the first floor and entrance of the club, contemplating the complexities of desire and longing for Percy in the flickering lights of the club.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Percy Jackson series or its Characters. This is for pure entertainment purposes only. My twist on what happens after The Last Olympian.

Dionysus POV

Leaving Apollo to contend with his chaos at Hades' hideout, I returned to camp just in time for the evening meal preparations. Touching down in the strawberry fields, I paused to catch my breath before swiftly pivoting on my heel and making my way to the mess hall. Curious to see which cabin had the culinary reins tonight, I expected that the Hebe cabin's offspring would be orchestrating the kitchen affairs. With the recent expansion of cabins and the influx of newly claimed campers, the presence of Hebe's children in the cooking rotation was eagerly anticipated among the campers.

As I strode towards the mess hall, the late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the campgrounds. Passing by the area, I caught snippets of laughter and the twang of bowstrings as campers honed their skills under the watchful eye of Chiron. A group of satyrs grazed lazily near the edge of the north forest, their jovial chatter blending with the rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze.

"Hey, Mr. D!" exclaimed a passing new camper, waving enthusiastically as they jogged past me. "I heard Hebe’s cabin is preparing a feast tonight. Are we in for some divine cuisine?"

I offered a half-hearted cocked eyebrow in response that looked like my intuition was right , my thoughts drifting back to the prospect of tonight's meal. A nearby bonfire from by the cabins emits an earthy aroma of burning wood, blending with the crisp late afternoon air. At the same time, its crackling and occasional pops create a serene symphony under the sky with a kaleidoscope of colors—soft pinks, fiery oranges, and vibrant purples blend seamlessly across the sky.

Approaching the mess hall, I could hear the clatter of pots and pans emanating from within, accompanied by the animated voices of campers working together to prepare the evening meal. As I pushed open the door, I was greeted by a flurry of activity.

"Ah, Mr.D! Perfect timing," exclaimed one of the older campers, a knowing grin spreading across their face. "We've got quite the feast planned for tonight."

I raised an eyebrow in mild amusement, casting a critical eye over the bustling scene before me. It seemed that the Hebe cabin's offspring had indeed taken charge, their youthful energy infusing the kitchen with a sense of excitement and anticipation.

"Well then," I replied with a wry smile, "let's see what culinary delights you've conjured up this time."

As I ventured deeper into the mess hall, the bustling activity and tantalizing aromas beckoned me forward. Suddenly, a voice rang out above the clamor, drawing my attention.

"Hey, Mr. D! Tonight's feast is gonna be a real treat," one of the campers exclaimed, a grin spreading across their face. "We're kickin' things off with a Mediterranean Mezze Platter, you know, olives, feta, hummus, the works."

My interest was piqued, and I listened intently to the camper as they continued to describe the menu. "Then, prepare for a creamy Butternut Squash Soup, roasted to perfection, just like you'd love. Our salad's a Greek classic, but we've added some fresh figs and honey to jazz it up."

I couldn't help but smirk at their enthusiasm, following along as they detailed each dish. "Now, for the main event, it's gotta be roast lamb, juicy and tender, with a side of rosemary potatoes."

My mouth watered at the thought, but before I could respond, they concluded with a flourish, “And finally, we're topping it all off with your favorite, Honey Baklava, sweet and sticky, just like the good old times. What do you say, would you like to sample?" the camper eagerly asked, their eyes shining with anticipation.

I chuckled softly, unable to resist the temptation. "Sure," I replied, reaching out to taste the Mediterranean Mezze Platter. The combination of flavors exploded on my tongue, each bite a delightful medley of savory and tangy notes.

"It’s good," I declared with genuine surprise, prompting cheers from the surrounding campers. "Keep it and one day it could be great,” offering a nod of approval to the assembled campers. 

As I savored the last bite, a sense of warmth and gratitude energy coming from the campers washed over me. "Truly," I remarked, offering a small smirk to the campers who had crafted such a meal. With a contented sigh, I returned to my rooms to change and prepare for dinner, already looking forward to tonight's feast.

After my shower, I donned my evening staples—a silk lilac shirt embroidered with white vines and short black shorts—and ran my hands through my hair, letting out a weary sigh. Today was quite the tumult. Thankfully, Percy was out of immediate danger, stashed away with Hades, despite their checkered past. Reflecting on the day’s events, it was clear that Hades, though unexpectedly thrust into the role of one percy’s keeper, had handled matters with an admirable level of prudence. Poseidon was no doubt monitoring every move, but I was confident Hades wouldn’t risk any harm to Percy or stir up new troubles. However, Apollo’s antics were another story; his immediate fascination with Percy and rather bold advances were troubling. His flippant demeanor might spell trouble ahead. Although Percy isn't one to be easily manipulated—he had already been duped by Apollo once and was not about to let it happen again.

Shaking my head as if to dispel the cobwebs of concern, I reminded myself not to get too worked up—things would unfold as they should. I could hear the distant hum of laughter and chatter from the mess hall. Smoothing my shirt, I stepped out the door. At dinner, sitting across from Chiron at the counselors' table, I was halfway through my meal when he asked, “So, Dionysus, how is Perseus?”

I paused, Diet Coke mid-sip, and played dumb. “Who?” I cocked up an eyebrow, then dabbed at my lips with a napkin.

“Son of Poseidon,” Chiron clarified, sipping from his goblet.

“Oh, Peter? He’s fine. Hades whisked him off to the underworld for a dinner visit,” I replied nonchalantly as I continued on my lamb.

Chiron appeared momentarily startled. “Lord Hades has Percy as a dinner guest?”

“Indeed, a bit of a surprise, yet not entirely out of the blue given the circumstances,” I mused, savoring a bite of rosemary-infused potato.

Chiron, intrigued, prodded further as he enjoyed his butternut squash soup. “How so?”

“My Father is always on edge these days, perpetually paranoid about threats to his throne,” I explained, finishing off my lamb.

Chiron nodded in agreement. “With all the recent upheavals...”

“It’s likely Hades sees this as an opportunity to smooth things over, or perhaps even leverage it to gain Poseidon’s aid in pacifying my father,” I speculated.

“Or maybe it’s the groundwork for a future alliance? Few know that Percy is Poseidon’s favorite son,” Chiron added.

I nodded thoughtfully. “Possible. Hades might call in a favor from Poseidon later.” I figured as much earlier this evening. 

“What could the Lord of the Dead possibly want, one wonders?” Chiron mumbled, as my thoughts started drifting as the meal continued.

After a satisfying meal, I decided to relax by the fire in my chambers for the evening. I was drifting off when a familiar chime from my bird bath interrupted my reverie—it was an iris message. “Dionysus,” my wife's voice echoed through the room. I rose and approached the birdbath.

“Ariadne, you called?” I gazed into the shimmering light above the birdbath.

“Yes, I was thinking we could escape for the night,” she suggested, her brown eyes sparkling with mischief. Her long brown hair was down, cascading over her bare shoulders. The mist made it difficult to discern her outfit, but she appeared ready for an outing.

"Escape with you? Anytime, my love. But I wouldn't want to intrude on your plans for the evening," I replied, smiling at her.

“Nonsense. Plus it would do you some good, you are allowed to and enjoy yourself now then” She gave me a meaningful look.

"I do indulge myself from time to time, Ari," I chuckled, understanding her meaning. But I allowed myself to break down once over my son, and I continue to grieve for him in my own way.

"By being harsh to every demigod who crosses your path?" she remarked, her tone thoughtful. "I know you harbor a dislike for demigods, but you also care about the campers. You can't keep taking your anger out on them."

"I'm not being as terrible as you make it out to be. I could be far worse," I countered, a hint of defensiveness in my voice. This conversation was a familiar one, and it always left me sulking in my room afterward.

"Yes, my love, and that's what I'm trying to prevent," she said softly, her concern evident. "So, will you join me for a stroll, my dear?" Her invitation was gentle, coaxing me to set aside my frustrations and join her.

“I am not allowed to leave camp half-blood unless it concerns Percy” I interjected though she must have known this new leeway I wouldn’t dare test.  She smiled “It does in way concern him”. I raised an eyebrow though she didn't say anything more on the matter.

"Well then of course, my dear. I'll be there shortly. Shall I attire myself for a little adventure?" I inquired, a smile dancing on my lips. Ariadne always tried to be my guiding light in my dark times and I haven't been to a good party in years.

"Come as you are. Your allure is natural, my love," she purred in response. Ariadne seemed to be in a playful mood this evening, and I was certainly intrigued by what she had planned. With a nod, we ended the call, and I decided to change into black slacks for the evening before teleporting to our home on Olympus.

Everything was as it had been the last time I was home. I found myself in the living room, with its cove ceiling, white walls covered by vines, and accents of purples and blues. Dianthus, grapes, and peonies adorned the room, interspersed with column candles casting a soft glow. My Ariadne wasn't just the goddess of labyrinths but a bit of a weaver; she made most of the pieces in our home. Though the living room furniture was different, instead of the leopard print couches and loveseats, they were replaced with white ones and leopard throw pillows. A leopard print rug was added though, Ariadne always thinking of me. I smiled and took a seat. The couch was lost in my musing of taking in what other differences I could notice when I felt arms drape around my neck. 

"I'm rather fond of the new furnishings, Ari," I remarked, nuzzling her cheek before she leaned back to kiss me.

"I'm pleased you approve. I wanted to infuse the house with a bit more light and made a few other alterations as well," she said, smiling as she straightened up to her full height. I stood and circled the couch to greet her properly. Ariadne was wearing a pleated lavender satin dress with a thigh-high split , hanging off her shoulders was an evening shawl.

"And where might our destination be this evening, my dear?" I pondered, wrapping my arms around her waist and burying my face in her hair.

"I thought we might explore a new establishment," she murmured into my chest, lazily trailing her nails down my back. I tightened my embrace before releasing her.

"Lead the way," I said, stepping back and following Ariadne out of the manor.

 As we strolled toward the center of Olympus, where a few new establishments had popped up, I couldn't help but notice the changes. Since the second Olympian war, a few minor gods and goddesses had begun to open more shops and businesses on Olympus compared to the human realm. The bustling energy of these new enterprises added a vibrant touch to the divine landscape, reflecting the ever-evolving nature of our realm. The nightlife on Olympus was always a sight to behold, with its myriad of clubs, bars, and lounges catering to the divine. As Ariadne and I made our way through the bustling streets, the sounds of music and laughter filled the air, creating an atmosphere of excitement and revelry. Ariadne led the way with a confident stride, her familiarity with the nightlife evident in the way she navigated the bustling streets. I, on the other hand, was less acquainted with the scene, my usual haunts these days being more of the camp variety. Nevertheless, I was eager to experience something new, especially with Ariadne by my side.

As we approached a particularly exclusive-looking club, the sign above read Pandora's Box, Ariadne turned to me with a mischievous glint in her eye. "I thought we might try something different tonight," she whispered, her voice filled with excitement.

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her suggestion. "Oh? And what did you have in mind, my love?" I inquired, my curiosity piqued. Ariadne leaned in close, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered her idea. “A bit of a scene and bit of a discovery tonight” She purred in my ear.  A smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I realized what she had in store. It seemed my wife had a few surprises up her sleeve tonight.

As we entered the club, a wave of sensuality washed over me, enveloping my senses in a tantalizing blend of opulence and eroticism. The interior was a captivating sight, bathed in soft, ambient lighting that cast a warm, inviting glow over the room, creating an atmosphere that was undeniably seductive. Adorning the black walls were rich paintings depicting scenes of passion and desire, adding to the club's allure. Plush red velvet curtains framed the alcoves, offering intimate spaces for private encounters. The air was thick with the heady scent of incense and exotic spices, further heightening the club's intoxicating atmosphere. 

At the heart of the club was a large, circular dance floor, illuminated from below by soft, pulsating lights that danced in time with the music. Comfortable seating arrangements lined the edges of the dance floor, inviting patrons to relax and indulge in the sights and sounds of the club. Secluded alcoves lined the walls, each furnished with sumptuous black, white couches and red cushions, where couples and groups of patrons engaged in more intimate activities, their laughter and murmurs blending with the music. The bar was a masterpiece in itself, crafted from polished black mahogany and adorned with intricate carvings. Bottles of fine wine, spirits, and liqueurs lined the shelves, their labels glistening in the soft light. Bartenders moved with graceful precision behind the bar, expertly mixing drinks and serving patrons with a flair that added to the club's allure. 

             As Ariadne and I navigated through the club, we were met with a mix of familiar faces and new acquaintances, all of whom seemed to be under the club's enchanting spell. Laughter and murmurs filled the air, melding with the seductive rhythms of the music, creating an atmosphere that was both thrilling and enticing. Ariadne guided me to a secluded booth that offered a sweeping view of the club, ensuring our privacy while allowing us to observe the lively scene. The seats were black, curved, tufted suede with high backs, adorned with red throw pillows. The table was a massive block of smoky glass, with two glasses and a swan-shaped decanter sitting on top. We settled into our seats, taking in the sights before us.

"So, Ariadne, who or what is involved here when it comes to Percy?" I inquired, turning to her and locking eyes in the dim light.

She smirked. "I've done a bit of investigating on Percy's situation, my dear," Ariadne said, nestling into my side and tracing her fingers down my stomach. "While I don't know the exact spell that was cast on Percy, I've read and heard of similar ones that deal with sex, desire, and mating. There are only a few gods that would or could do them."

“A few dozen” I chuckled , shaking my head “So, I am questioning some god and goddess here?” I questioned.

"Questioning isn't quite the term, though we could certainly make it enjoyable as we seek answers," she grinned, her hand teasingly gripping me through my pants.

Chuckling, I covered her hand with mine. "So, what kind of scenario are you interested in tonight? One that could offer such answers?"

She smirked. "Tonight, my love, it's all about you. I want to see you bring someone to their knees, to witness their surrender beneath you. It's been a while since we've indulged in such pleasures."

Her words ignited a spark of excitement within me, sending a thrill down my spine. It had been too long since we had indulged in this aspect of our desires, and the thought of diving back in was invigorating.

"Indeed, my dear," I replied with a grin, feeling the anticipation rise. "Shall we seek out a willing participant and start our investigation?"

Ariadne's eyes sparkled as she scanned the club, her gaze lingering on a figure across the room. She nodded subtly in their direction, and I followed her gaze, my curiosity piqued.The object of her attention was   Hedylogos. Hedylogos one of the seven Erotes, Erotes are associated with love and sex. Hedylogos is  a Primordial god of sweet talk and flattery.  Hedylogos leaned casually against the bar in the club, his presence immediately captivating. He's wearing a gold chain halter backless cami paired with black leather shorts that accentuate his plump rear and slender frame. Gold laurel leaf armbands adorn his arms, while his wings, tightly tucked against his back, enhance his ethereal allure.

The soft glow of the club's lights highlighted Hedylogos's striking features, revealing smooth, flawless light bronze skin and delicate, captivating facial features. His long curly black hair framed his face , high cheekbones, straight nose, and pouty lips, now curved into a playful smile, all added to his charismatic charm. His eyes, a mesmerizing shade of honey brown, twinkled with mischief as he engaged in conversation with the bartender, who looked drunk on his attention.

Despite his alluring attire, there was an undeniable air of innocence about   Hedylogos for a Primordial god, a youthful exuberance that seemed to radiate from him. His infectious smile lit up his face, inviting others to join in the fun.   Hedylogos's presence was magnetic, and I found myself unable to look away from this captivating figure who embodied the spirit of the club.

"So, darling, are you going to lure him in and see what this little minx knows?" Ariadne quipped, amusement evident in her voice.

I nodded at her, rose from my seat, and made my way toward the bar, weaving through the dancing and entwined bodies in my path. As I approached, I was momentarily distracted by a scene playing out between a Mistress and her submissive. The submissive was suspended from the ceiling, her arms tied behind her back and her legs frog-tied, head thrown back a look of blissful surrender on her face.Her submissive's juices dripped onto the floor as the Mistress chuckled, taking her from behind, her hands running up her lover's hips and gripping them firmly as she had her way. I smirked things were definitely building up though it could be a little livelier. I continued my path to bar , I finally approached the bar and the bartender was of to sever another patron freeing up  Hedylogos's attention. Hedylogos nursed the drink in front of him , I slid onto the bar stool next him letting my gaze find his.

"What is someone as lovely as yourself doing alone at the bar?" I asked nonchalantly, my gaze drinking in his visage. "Surely, someone with your captivating charm shouldn't be left unaccompanied."

"Aren't I supposed to be the god of sweet talk and flattery? Don't outdo me, Dionysus," he teased, a playful glint in his eye.

"I wouldn't dare, though I can't help myself in your presence," I smiled coyly. Leaning in a little closer to him, I added, "Would you allow me to accompany you?"

 Hedylogos’s eyes sparkled with amusement as he leaned back slightly, giving me a once-over. “Well, since you asked so nicely, how could I refuse?” I was close enough to feel the warmth radiating from his body. The bartender, returned and still visibly entranced by  Hedylogos, quickly set a diet coke in front of me without a word.

“So, what brings you to this corner of Olympus tonight?” I inquired, letting my gaze linger on his delicate features.

He shrugged casually, a playful smile still dancing on his lips. “Just exploring the nightlife. It’s always interesting to see who one might meet.”

I chuckled softly. “Indeed. And have you found anyone intriguing so far?”

He tilted his head slightly, studying me with those mesmerizing honey-brown eyes. “Perhaps I have. Though I must admit, I didn’t expect to encounter the god of wine, theater , and revelry himself. It certainly adds an interesting twist to the evening.”

I raised my glass in a mock toast. “To unexpected encounters, then. May they lead to unforgettable nights.”

  Hedylogos clinked his glass against mine, his smile widening. “To unforgettable nights.”

As we sipped our drinks, the club's ambiance seemed to wrap around us, a heady mix of sensuality and anticipation. The music thrummed softly in the background, mingling with the laughter and murmurs of other patrons. Hedylogos leaned in slightly, his eyes twinkling with curiosity. "So, Dionysus, what exactly brings you here tonight? Surely, the god of revelry has many places to be."

I took a leisurely sip of my drink, letting the coldness of the diet coke spread through me. Thinking on how to reply without giving my true intentions away. "True, but tonight is special. My wife and I decided to explore the newer establishments and see what the night has in store for us."

  Hedylogos arched an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Exploring with Ariadne, huh? Now that sounds like an adventure."

I nodded, a playful grin on my lips. "Always is with her. And she has a keen eye for interesting encounters." 

He leaned back, his expression thoughtful. "So, is she here with us now, watching from the shadows?"

"She is indeed," I replied, glancing back toward our secluded table where I could just make out Ariadne's silhouette. "She enjoys seeing how things unfold, especially when it involves...new experiences."

 Hedylogos’s eyes gleamed with understanding and mischief. "New experiences, you say? Well, I'm always up for something new and exciting."

I leaned in closer, my voice dropping to a more intimate tone. "And what kind of new experiences are you hoping for tonight,   Hedylogos?"

He gave a slow, enigmatic smile. "I'm open to whatever the night brings. But I must admit, the idea of being in the company of both the god of revelry and his enchanting wife is quite appealing."

I grin mischievously, "Perhaps you could help me liven up this gathering; it's rather dull." Sipping my drink, I secretly hope to witness the extent of Hedylogos's spellcasting abilities. Maybe then I could tell if he helped with the casting on Percy or know someone that can or could. 

"I may not cast spells to enhance revelry like you or desire like my siblings or even Euphrosyne but I can certainly persuade someone to act with a bit of charm," Hedylogos responds, downing the remainder of his drink in one swift motion. It looks like I need to do my reading on The Erotes and the others.

"Oh, that's quite alright. Let's see what fun we can get into together?" I say with a playful smirk , that’s good to know but doesn't narrow down my search. Hedylogos smiled from behind his drink “I wouldn’t dare miss out on fun with you, Dionysus.”

With a nod, I finished my Diet Coke and stood up, motioning for Hedylogos to follow me. As we made our way toward the booth where Ariadne was lounging, her legs crossed and a glass of wine in hand, I could sense the growing anticipation. Hedylogos followed closely behind me, his curiosity evident in his eager steps. Ariadne looked up as we approached, her lips curving into a knowing smile. "Well, well, who do we have here?" she purred, her eyes twinkling with playful interest as she took in Hedylogos's presence. Hedylogos returned her smile, his charm radiating effortlessly. "I couldn't resist the invitation. Dionysus here knows how to make an offer one can't refuse."

I slid into the booth beside Ariadne, leaving space for Hedylogos to join us. "Please, make yourself comfortable. The night is still young, and there's much to enjoy."

Ariadne poured him a drink from the swan-shaped wine decanter into the spare glass on the table, her movements elegant and inviting."So, Hedylogos, tell me what brings you out tonight?"

Hedylogos accepted the drink, taking a thoughtful sip before answering. "I suppose you could say I'm here for the same reason as everyone else - to escape the monotony of daily life and seek a bit of excitement."

I leaned back, my gaze fixed on him as Ariadne asked "And have you found that excitement yet?"

He smiled, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "I have a feeling the night is just getting started."Ariadne raised an eyebrow, her playful smile widening. "Well then, let's make sure it's a night to remember."

He glanced between Ariadne and me, his curiosity palpable."So, how do you two typically spend your evenings?" he asked, his eyes glinting with intrigue.

Ariadne leaned in, her voice low and sultry. "I love exploring new experiences and indulging in the pleasures of the moment. Tonight, I dragged Dionysus along for the ride."

I nodded, "These days, I'm dealing with little demigods as my punishment from Zeus. So I don't get out much, but tonight, I couldn't resist, Ari."

Hedylogos nodded, "I heard something about that among a few circles. Wasn't it over a nymph, if I remember correctly?" He squinted as if trying to jog his memory.

I rolled my eyes, "Yes, a nymph who was very interested at a party I was hosting. Apparently, she was off-limits to everyone, according to Zeus, though the nymph in question didn't know that."

“And, it is part of the reason I dragged my dear husband out. I mean he should be allowed to have fun every now and again” Ari added and looked at Hedylogos with a subtle look.

 Hedylogos sparkled with interest. "And what did you have in mind?"

I placed a hand gently on his shoulder, my touch firm but inviting. "We're open to suggestions. Anything that excites you, that makes your heart race—consider us  game."

Ariadne's fingers lightly traced the rim of her glass, her gaze never leaving Hedylogos. "We're here to have an unforgettable night, Hedylogos. Tell us, what fantasies have you been harboring?"

He seemed to consider this for a moment, his gaze drifting over the dimly lit club, taking in the sights and sounds. "I've always been intrigued by the thrill of the unknown, the allure of letting go and surrendering to the moment."

I smiled, leaning closer to him. "And, So is Ariadne.  Let tonight be about surrender and exploration. We’ll guide you through an experience that leaves you breathless."

Ariadne nodded, her expression one of agreement and anticipation. "Exactly. Let's start with a dance," she suggested, sliding out of the booth and offering her hand to Hedylogos. He took her hand, a look of excitement crossing his face. "Lead the way."

As they moved toward the dance floor, I followed closely behind, my eyes fixed on the fluid grace of their movements. The music throbbed around us, a steady beat that seemed to pulse in time with the energy of the club. Ariadne and Hedylogos began to dance, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. I watched as they swayed together, their movements a seamless blend of passion and playfulness. The club's ambient lighting bathed them in a soft, seductive glow, highlighting them. Ariadne was getting a bit handsy with Hedylogos, though he didn’t seem to mind. The little minx was grinding against my wife like he was desperate. Looking around, it wasn’t just him; everyone around us was being influenced by Ariadne and me. I slid in behind Hedylogos while my dear wife pressed tightly against his front. "Hedylogos, how are you enjoying my dear Ariadne?" I whispered into his ear.

Hedylogos chuckled, his voice low and amused. "Your dear Ariadne is quite the charmer, I must say. A delightful companion for the evening." He glanced back at Ariadne, who winked playfully in return.

I smirked, feeling a surge of pride. "She does have a way of livening up a party. And you, my friend, seem to be enjoying her company a bit too much," I teased, gesturing to their close proximity.

Ariadne laughed, her voice husky. "Oh, don't be jealous, Dionysus. There's enough of me to go around for everyone," she said, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

I leaned in closer, my breath warm against Hedylogos's ear. "Perhaps we should find a way to share," I suggested, my tone suggesting a hint of playful suggestion.

Hedylogos raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the suggestion. "Share, you say? How do you propose we do that?"

I glanced around the room, noticing the curious glances and whispers that our little group was attracting. "I think a game might be in order," I said, loud enough for Ariadne and Hedylogos to hear over the music but soft enough to keep our conversation private.

"A game?" Ariadne's eyes sparkled with interest. "I love games. What did you have in mind, Dionysus?"

I leaned back slightly, a playful smile on my face. "How about a game of Kottabos? It's a classic, and it could be quite... revealing," I suggested, my gaze flicking between Ariadne and Hedylogos.

Ariadne's smile widened, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Kottabos sounds perfect. Let's find a more private spot to play," she said, glancing around the club. I nodded in agreement and, with a subtle gesture, led the way toward one of the private alcoves tucked away in a quieter corner of the club. The alcove was draped in rich, velvety curtains, providing an intimate and secluded space away from the main crowd.The room showcased two black plush couches facing each other in the center, with a dance pole positioned in the left corner. Against the back wall stood a king-sized bed adorned with black silk sheets, throws, and red and white pillows. Floating candles illuminated the alcove, while end tables and suspended racks held leather paddles, whips, and other toys. Once inside, I pulled the curtains closed, dimming the noise and lights from the club. Ariadne settled onto a plush couch, her legs elegantly crossed, while Hedylogos took a seat beside her, his curiosity piqued. I poured us each a cup of sparkling cider from a nearby decanter and handed them out before sitting down across from the two of them. 

"Alright, shall we begin?" I asked, my eyes glinting with anticipation. Ariadne raised her glass in a mock toast. "Let's make this interesting. Hedylogos, since you're our guest, you can go first."

Hedylogos took a thoughtful sip of his drink, then grinned. "Alright," he said, his voice filled with confidence. I chuckled, already enjoying the game. "Alright then, Hedylogos. I challenge you to aim for Ariadne's cup," I said, the challenge clear in my tone. Hedylogos didn't hesitate. He turned to Ariadne, his eyes locking onto hers, and with a graceful flick of his wrist, sent a splash of cider towards her cup. Ariadne responded with equal enthusiasm, catching it with a playful tilt of her glass. 

"Nice aim," Ariadne complimented, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "But let's make this more interesting. If you miss, you lose an item of clothing. If you don't, then the cup holder will remove something ."

Hedylogos smirked, clearly up for the challenge. "Fair enough," he agreed. "Your turn, Ariadne."

Ariadne took her shot, aiming at Hedylogos's cup. The cider splashed perfectly, and Hedylogos laughed and removed his shoes. "Impressive. But let's see if Dionysus can match that." I took a sip of my drink and aimed for Ariadne's cup. The cider missed, splashing on the table instead. "Looks like I'm going to lose an item of clothing," I said with a grin, taking off my shoes and setting them aside.

Ariadne's eyes twinkled with mischief. "Let's keep it going. Hedylogos, your turn again."

Hedylogos focused and aimed at my cup this time. The cider landed perfectly. "Got it!" he exclaimed, looking quite pleased with himself, while I was removing my socks.

"You're on a roll," I admitted, nodding in appreciation. "Ariadne, you're next."

Ariadne took her shot, aiming at my cup. The cider missed by a hair. "Looks like I'll be shedding a layer," she said with a playful pout, slipping off her shoes. I laughed. "Alright, my turn again." I aimed carefully and managed to hit Hedylogos's cup this time. "Finally!"

"Nice shot," Hedylogos acknowledged, taking off his left armband and setting it aside. "Ariadne, let's see what you've got."

Ariadne aimed at Hedylogos's cup, and the cider landed perfectly. "Got you again," she said, her voice full of triumph. Hedylogos chuckled and removed his socks. "You're really good at this."

Ariadne's gaze flicked to me. "Dionysus, are you ready?" she asked, her eyes twinkling with mischief. I leaned back, savoring the moment. "Absolutely," I replied, ready for whatever she had in mind. "Let's see if I can keep up." I aimed for Ariadne's cup and managed to land the shot perfectly.

Ariadne laughed. "Nice one, My Love." She removed her shawl and tossed it aside. "Hedylogos, your turn again."

Hedylogos took his shot, aiming for Ariadne's cup, and managed to hit it with precision. Ariadne grinned and removed her earrings, setting them aside with a playful flourish. "Your aim is improving," she teased, nudging him gently. With a grin, Hedylogos turned to me. "Your turn, Dionysus. Let's see if you can keep up." I focused, aiming for Ariadne's cup, and managed to hit it, causing a small splash of cider to land inside.

"Nice shot," Ariadne praised as she removed her hair piece , her eyes gleaming with amusement. "But let's up the stakes this round. If you miss, you have to answer a truth question from each of us."

I nodded, accepting the challenge. I took my shot, but this time the cider splashed wide, missing the cup. "Looks like I owe you both some truths," I said with a grin, preparing myself for the questions.

Ariadne leaned forward, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Dear, wouldn’t you love to see our Hedylogos on his knees?"

I chuckled, unsurprised by her bold question. "Yes, darling, and many other things," I replied, casting a heated look at Hedylogos. He raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Tell me more about the things you love to see me do," he asked.

"I would love to see you unravel between Ari and me," I purred, stepping closer to them. "I want everyone to hear you cry out my name like a prayer."

 Hedylogos looked breathless when he said “That could be arranged... Ariadne, your turn." I grinned like a Cheshire cat and took a seat from across from them. Ariadne took her shot, successfully landing it in Hedylogos's cup. Hedylogos laughed, removing his right armband and setting it aside. "Well played," he acknowledged, turning to me. "Your turn, Dionysus. What would be the truth or challenge?"

I considered for a moment, then grinned. “Challenge.”

Ariadne's eyes sparkled with mischief. “I challenge you to give Hedylogos a lap dance if you miss. But if you succeed, he must dance for you.” Hedylogos chuckled, leaning back with a playful smirk. "Well, this should be interesting." I took a deep breath, feeling the anticipation build in the room. "What's the task?"

Ariadne pointed to a small target on the far wall. "Hit that with the cork from here." I picked up the cork, weighing it in my hand. "Alright, let's see what happens."

With a flick of my wrist, I aimed and threw the cork. It sailed through the air, hitting just below the target. Ariadne clapped her hands, laughing. “Looks like you'll be getting that lap dance after all, Hedylogos.”

I stood up, moving closer to Hedylogos, who was grinning from ear to ear. “Ready for your performance?” he teased. I rolled my eyes but couldn't help but smile. “You better enjoy this.” I began to sway to the music, putting on a show that elicited laughter and cheers from Ariadne. 

The game continued, Ariadne took her shot, aiming for my cup, and with a skillful flick of her wrist, she managed to hit it dead-on. I laughed, removing my shirt and setting them aside, feeling the heat of the moment building between us.

Hedylogos leaned back with a grin. "Impressive, Ariadne. Let's see if I can match that." He took aim at my cup, but the cider splashed wide, missing its mark. "Looks like I'm losing more clothing," he said, removing his top revealing more of his toned torso.

Ariadne leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Hedylogos, what's the most embarrassing thing you've ever done in public?"

Hedylogos chuckled sheepishly. "Well, there was this one time I tripped and fell flat on my face in the middle of a crowded marketplace," he confessed, his cheeks flushing slightly.

I grinned, enjoying the chance to learn more about our new friend. "Sounds like quite the spectacle," I remarked, pouring another round of drinks for our merry little group. The game showed no signs of slowing down. Ariadne took her shot at Hedylogos's cup, but missed by a narrow margin. She smiled mischievously and slipped out of  her dress, adding it to the growing pile of discarded clothing , now sitting in nothing but heels and lingerie. "Alright, Dionysus, your turn," she said, her eyes challenging me.

I aimed carefully at Hedylogos's cup, the tension palpable. The cider splashed perfectly into the cup, and I grinned in triumph. Hedylogos laughed and removed his shorts, revealing a toned thighs. "Nice shot," he acknowledged. "Your turn, Ariadne."

Ariadne took aim at my cup, hitting it dead-on. I chuckled, "Looks like I'm out of clothing," I admitted with a grin taking off my pants.

"Looks like we all are, my dear," Ariadne purred, scooting closer to Hedylogos and wrapping her arm around his waist.

"So, who won the game?" Hedylogos asked, rubbing up against Ariadne’s side.

My wife grinned widely. "Well, Dionysus, of course. He was the last person to remove an item of clothing," she replied. I chuckled softly, feeling a warm rush of satisfaction at the mention of my name. "I must say, I do enjoy a good challenge," I remarked, my gaze lingering on Ariadne and Hedylogos, the air thick with anticipation and desire.

Ariadne's hand moved from Hedylogos's waist to his chest, her touch gentle yet possessive. "And you rose to the occasion admirably," she murmured, her breath warm against his skin.

Hedylogos's eyes sparkled with desire as he leaned closer to Ariadne, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Perhaps you'd like to have me in celebrating your victory," he suggested, a playful smirk playing on his lips.

Ariadne's laughter was like music to my ears as she nodded, her gaze flickering to me. "What do you say, Dionysus? Care to take your grand prize?" she asked, her expression inviting, her eyes shining with desire. I stood and took three steps until I was standing over them, “I would be delighted,” I replied, my voice husky with desire. I reached out to grasp Hedylogos's hair roughly, pulling him up to stood  and he gasped. "Before we begin," I asked, "do you have a safe word, Hedylogos?"

Hedylogos looked up at me, his eyes wide with anticipation. “My safe word is ‘Grapes’,” he replied, his voice tinged with excitement.

“Good,” I murmured, my fingers trailing lightly down his chest. "Remember, if you ever feel uncomfortable or need to stop, just say the word."

Hedylogos nodded, his gaze never leaving mine. “I understand,” he said, his voice filled with lust.I turned to Ariadne as she stood up. “What is your safe word for tonight, Ari?” I asked.

She gazed up at me from beneath her lashes and replied, “Strawberry, my love.”

Still gripping Hedylogos’s hair, I leaned in and said, "Good. Let's begin." I started dragging him toward the bed, his legs as clumsy as a newborn doe. He struggled a bit before managing to keep up with my pace. When we reached the foot of the bed, I pushed him down onto his knees in front of it.

Using my other hand, I gripped his jaw, bringing his face level with my hardening cock before releasing him. “Hedy, remove my undergarments with your teeth,” I commanded gruffly. “Let's see how useful you are with that mouth of yours.”

Hedylogos's eyes widened for a moment, but then he nodded, understanding the command. He leaned in, his breath warm against my skin as he delicately took hold of the fabric with his teeth. I watched, my desire mounting, as he carefully tugged at my undergarments, his movements slow and deliberate. Ariadne watched from the side, her eyes dark with anticipation, adding to the electric atmosphere in the room. Hedylogos’s progress was tantalizing, each tug sending waves of pleasure through me. When he finally succeeded, my cock sprang free, hard and ready.

I let out a low growl of approval. "Very good, Hedy," I murmured, my voice thick with lust. "Now, let's see what else that mouth of yours can do."

Hedylogos’s gaze flicked up to meet mine, his lips parting slightly in anticipation. With eager submission, he began to work his magic, his tongue and lips attempting to take me into his throat. At first, he struggled to take all of me. 

Ariadne moved behind him, rubbing her hands gently along his throat. “Don’t try to take all of him on the first try. Work with what you can, sweetheart,” she purred into his ear.

Hedylogos pulled back and began playing with the head of my cock with his tongue, swirling and twirling it around me, drawing deep growls from my chest. Precum dripped down his lovely throat, and I held back from thrusting deeper into that pretty mouth. I looked into both their eyes. Ariadne was grinning, and Hedylogos’s wet lips around my cock looked so pretty I wanted to ruin him.

Ariadne must have seen the hunger in my eyes. “Oh, sweetheart, you have definitely stirred the beast,” she said, taking his right hand and placing it on my thigh. “If it’s too much, tap him three times. If you need to breathe, tap him twice,” she instructed him.

I met Hedylogos's gaze. “Nod if you understand, Hedy,” I commanded, and he nodded. My left hand still gripping his hair, I slowly started to slip my hard cock deeper into Hedylogos’s throat. There was some sputtering, but he didn’t tap my thigh. I pulled back to let him take a few breaths before pushing my cock in deeper than before. With each careful thrust, I could feel Hedylogos growing more confident, his mouth adapting to the size and rhythm. His warm, wet tongue worked skillfully, sending waves of pleasure through me. I let out a deep, satisfied groan, my grip on his hair tightening slightly.

Ariadne's hands moved sensuously over Hedylogos's shoulders, her touch gentle and reassuring. “That's it, sweetheart,” she whispered, her voice a soothing balm. “You're doing so well.”

Hedylogos's eyes flickered up to meet mine again, filled with determination and desire. I thrust deeper, slowly, giving him time to adjust, my breath hitching at the incredible sensation. He continued to work his tongue around me, the movements sending sparks of pleasure through my body. More precum dribbled down his throat, mixing with the saliva pooling in Hedylogos mouth. I fought the urge to thrust harder, to lose myself completely in the heat and wetness surrounding me. Instead, I maintained control, savoring each moment. Ariadne leaned in, her lips brushing against Hedylogos ear. “He looks so beautiful like this, doesn't he?” she murmured, her voice a sultry purr and looked back up to me. “Completely at your mercy.”

I growled low in my throat, the sound vibrating through my chest. “Absolutely,” I replied, my voice rough with desire. “He's perfect.”

Hedylogos's tongue continued its exquisite torment, each flick and swirl driving me closer to the edge. I could feel the tension building, a coiled spring ready to snap. My grip on his hair tightened further, guiding him as I pushed deeper, testing his limits. He didn't falter, didn't tap out. Instead, he embraced the challenge, his mouth a willing instrument of pleasure. I could feel the muscles of his throat contracting around me, the sensation nearly overwhelming.

“Good boy,” I rasped, my voice thick with lust. “Take it all.”

With a final, deep thrust, I buried myself to the hilt, my body trembling with the force of my impending release. Hedylogos gagged slightly but held his ground, his eyes watering but resolute. I was smirking on the inside, looking like Hedylogos had another kink and I would definitely indulge it. I could feel the climax building, an unstoppable wave of ecstasy. I looked into Hedylogos's eyes, seeing the reflection of my own desire mirrored there. And I pulled out , Hedylogos gasping for air and licking his swollen lips. 

“On the bed, Hedy, and remove your lingerie, Ari,” I commanded. They both rose to do just that. “Now, lay down on your back, boy.” He was laying flat and his erection was straining from his body pulsing , as if the air touching him was too much to bear. Ariadne stood at the foot of the bed, facing away from Hedylogos. I turned her around and bent her over, positioning her face in Hedylogos's lap. "Hedy was such a good boy for us. Why don't you reward him, darling?" I suggested.

She wrapped her hands around Hedylogos's straining cock and took him into her mouth, swallowing him whole. He whimpered and moaned, lifting his hips to meet her mouth. "Make sure to prepare him for the main event, darling," I chuckled, my voice dripping with anticipation. She pulled off his cock briefly to wet her fingers, then resumed sucking him off while her hand wandered, eventually finding its way to his ass. I chuckled, "Don’t devour him before I get my turn, darling." 

I kneeled behind my wife, spreading her thighs to find she was already wet. I smirked, knowing how much she loved to watch. Sticking out my tongue, I began to taste her, eliciting a moan that vibrated around Hedylogos’s cock, causing him to moan in turn. I leaned back, took my cock in hand, and entered her roughly. Ariadne screamed as her velvet-soft walls clenched around me. Gripping her hips, I slowly pulled out before slamming back inside her. Both Ariadne and Hedylogos screamed in unison, her tightness and wetness enveloping me completely.

With each slow, rough thrust, Ariadne's pleasure built until she squirted all over my cock, her body trembling and twitching. At the same time, Hedylogos came down her throat, his scream mingling with hers, creating a symphony of ecstasy. I slowly pulled out of Ariadne and picked her up before laying her beside Hedylogos. I positioned myself between Hedylogos's spread legs, urging them wider apart. "You're not off the hook yet, boy," I growled, my voice thick with desire.

He whimpered, trembling with anticipation, and pulled his knees up, offering himself to me completely. Running my hands over his thighs, I felt the tension in his muscles, before gripping his hips firmly. Leaning in, I let my breath tease over his skin, watching as goosebumps erupted in its wake. "What do you truly desire, boy? Tell me," I demanded, my voice a seductive whisper.

His eyes were filled with need as he pleaded, "Please, Dionysus, take me."

With a devilish grin, I obliged, thrusting inside him slowly. He gasped, his body yielding to me as I began to move. Each thrust was deliberate and intense, driving us both closer to the edge of pleasure.Ariadne watched from the sidelines, her eyes filled with lust and desire, her hands wandering over her own body as she witnessed our passion unfold. 

As our bodies moved together in a primal dance, I felt Hedylogos tighten around me, his release building. With each thrust, I pushed him closer to the edge, teasing him with the promise of ecstasy. With a final, deep thrust, I felt him come undone, his body trembling with pleasure. The sight of his release sent me over the edge, my own climax crashing over me as we collapsed in a sweaty, trembling heap. But I wasn't satisfied. I wanted more, and  Hedylogos knew it too. With newfound energy, I flipped him onto his stomach, his ass in the air, and entered him again, this time with a raw, primal need. He moaned in response, his body welcoming me eagerly.

As I pounded into him, Ariadne rolled closer to us , her hands caressing Hedylogos's back, her lips brushing against his ear. The sensation of her touch combined with the intensity of our lovemaking sent Hedylogos into a frenzy of pleasure, his cries of ecstasy filling the room. Hedylogos climaxed intensely, his body clenching around me as he twitched and convulsed beneath me. I withdrew from him still hard and stood up, saying, “I'll be right back, you two. Don't get up.” They curled around each other as I got up. I got off the bed and walked over to a nearby side table, where a bowl of warm water, hand towels, and water bottles were placed. Wetting two hand towels and grabbing a water bottle before heading back to the bed.

I wiped Ariadne down and helped her sit up, handing her the water bottle. Then, I lifted Hedylogos into my lap, wiping him down as well. I pulled the top sheet over him and tucked him in, while Ariadne supported his head and helped him drink from the water bottle. She wiped his lips, and then we both lay down on either side of him until he fell asleep. I glanced over at Ariadne, and she smiled at me. 

"It seems you've learned a few things tonight," she remarked. "And had a bit of fun."

She then looked down at my body. "Looks like you're ready for more," she added, grinning.

I shook my head. "I don't know what's gotten into me, but I have to return to camp. The sun will rise soon," I sighed, reluctant to get up and leave before Hedylogos woke up. Ariadne nodded in understanding, her expression softening. "I'll stay with Hedylogos until he wakes up," she offered, placing a gentle hand on my arm.

I smiled gratefully at her. "Thank you, Ariadne. I'll make it up to you both," I promised, leaning down to press a tender kiss to her lips. After ensuring Hedylogos was comfortable, I reluctantly got up from the bed and quickly dressed. Before leaving, I glanced back at Ariadne and Hedylogos, feeling a surge to have my with them again .

As I teleported back to the Big house, the first light of dawn began to streak across the sky. Despite the fatigue that weighed heavily on me, I couldn't shake the feeling of dissatisfaction that lingered from the night's events. I looked down at my cock still hard. I sighed and locked myself in my room to try to ease my tension.

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Aphrodite's Game of Hearts

Previous On BTG: I looked down at my cock, still hard. I sighed and locked myself in my room to ease my tension.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Percy Jackson series or its Characters. This story is for pure entertainment purposes only. My twist on what happens after The Last Olympian.

Author's notes: The mastermind behind Percy’s love life’s intricate web is just getting started. 

Narrator  POV

As the sun rose over East Manhattan, its light filtered through a private garden filled with daffodils, myrtles, roses, and anemones, casting a glow on a lush townhome. At the back, a sunroom with floor-to-ceiling windows bathed in pink and white hues. The air was fragrant with roses. In the middle of the sunroom, Aphrodite lounged on a chaise, her long brunette hair in a messy bun, her eyes shifting from green to blue to amber, highlighting her lovely features. She wore a sheer robe with 3D lace floral details, bell sleeves, and gold earrings dangled from her ears. She gazed deeply into a compact mirror, a luxurious gift from Ares. The mirror's back adorned with intricate gold filigree and cherubic figures flanking a heart-shaped emblem. The iridescent blue background shimmered with opalescent hues, and a small crown added a regal touch.

This unique mirror allowed her to see anyone she thought of in Olympus or the mortal world. She had been keeping tabs on Dionysus and Apollo, enhancing their desires for their escapades in Olympus. Closing the compact, she smiled, her plan falling into place, and the love life she was orchestrating for Percy was progressing well. Though she knew Dionysus was trying to uncover her plot, she trusted the erotes would remain silent. Nonetheless, she had to be cautious. If anyone could unravel her scheme, it would be Amphitrite, Athena, or Hera.

Aphrodite leaned back on the chaise, contemplating different routes for Percy's suitors. She was unsure of the developments in the Underworld with Hades and Percy but counted on Hades' springtime loneliness to aid her courtship plans. Her thoughts were interrupted when one of her handmaidens and charities entered the sunroom. Thalia, with honey-colored hair and eyes, an hourglass figure, and a cynical face, wore a fitted white button-up shirt with black buttons, three undone, paired with a short black pleated skirt and black pumps. Thalia carried a breakfast tray with a glass of Bellini, a fluffy croissant, an assortment of cheeses, thinly sliced meats, and fruits.

Thalia stopped a short distance away. "My lady, your breakfast is ready."

Aphrodite nodded, her eyes still fixed on the compact mirror. "Thank you, Thalia. Set it down here."

Thalia approached the chaise and carefully placed the tray on a small table beside Aphrodite. "Is there anything else you require, my lady?"

Aphrodite shook her head slightly, her thoughts drifting back to her mirror and plans. "No, Thalia, that will be all for now."

Aphrodite shifted her gaze from the mirror to Thalia, a thoughtful expression on her face. "Actually. I need you to gather some information for me. Discreetly. Dionysus has been particularly noisy lately, and I must stay ahead of him. Know what he knows."

Thalia nodded, her honey-colored eyes glinting with understanding. "Of course, my lady. I will be as discreet as a shadow."

Aphrodite smiled, appreciating Thalia's loyalty and resourcefulness. "Good. And Thalia, one more thing. Send a request to Poseidon’s court. I would like to have a meeting. Things are getting interesting with his favored son, and I have insights into one's heart. Perhaps he would like his fears soothed."

"Consider it done," Thalia replied, a hint of a smirk playing on her lips.

As Thalia left the sunroom, Aphrodite turned her attention to her breakfast, her mind racing with new strategies and plans. The intricate dance of suitors and Percy continued, and Aphrodite was determined to choreograph it to her satisfaction. As Aphrodite enjoyed her meal, looking out at the garden, a thought came to her, and she grinned. She patted her mouth with a linen napkin and finished the rest of her Bellini.

An hour later, Aphrodite was dressed in a red backless midi dress and matching spaghetti strap heels, getting into the back of a white 1957 Cadillac Eldorado after shopping near Central Park. Pasithea drove off, heading east before taking a left, passing many buildings and shops as they left.

"A meeting with Poseidon has been secured at Daniel, my lady. Heading there now," Pasithea informed Aphrodite. Smiling, Aphrodite pulled her compact from her designer handbag to fluff her hair before relaxing into the leather seat.

Twelve minutes later, after being helped out of the car by the doorman in front of Daniel, Aphrodite was escorted inside and to her table by the maître d'. Daniel’s interior exuded elegance and sophistication. High ceilings and grand chandeliers cast a warm, golden glow over the space, enhancing the rich burgundy, gold, and cream hues. Crisp white linens covered the well-spaced tables, each adorned with gleaming silverware and crystal glassware. Plush, upholstered chairs added comfort, while large windows allowed natural light to filter in, giving the room an airy feel.

Tasteful artwork adorned the walls, adding a touch of classic refinement. The bar, with its polished marble counter and high-backed stools, showcased an impressive array of spirits and wines. Soft background music contributed to the serene atmosphere. Aphrodite headed toward the back of the restaurant to a discreet booth where Poseidon sat in deep thought. As she approached, Poseidon looked up, saw Aphrodite and the host, and rose to greet her.

"Aphrodite," he said, his voice carrying the ocean’s depth. "Always a pleasure."

Aphrodite smiled warmly, her presence illuminating the room. "Poseidon, you bring a touch of the sea to this place."

He offered a courteous nod. "And you, as always, bring beauty wherever you go."

She leaned in, giving him an air kiss near his cheek, her perfume leaving a subtle, enchanting trail. "Thank you, dear," she said as she settled gracefully into the seat across from him. Poseidon took his seat and looked over to Aphrodite before sighing.

"My attendant informed me that you might be able to offer some help or insight into the trouble my son is facing?" Poseidon inquired.

Aphrodite settled comfortably into her seat, her eyes sparkling with intrigue. "Indeed, Poseidon. The heat your son faces has become quite the topic among the gods. This phenomenon seems common among certain species and usually requires suitors."

Poseidon's brow furrowed. "I see. And what of Apollo? I've heard rumors."

Aphrodite nodded, her expression serious. "Yes, it appears Apollo has taken an interest in Percy. He's been making advances since you last saw Percy at the spring equinox. Apollo has been bold, trying to win him with charm and other wiles."

Poseidon sighed, rubbing his temple. "Apollo always did have a way of meddling where he shouldn’t. But Percy… he’s resilient. He isn’t swayed easily; he’s strong."

Aphrodite leaned forward, her tone softening. "True, but Apollo is persistent. There are others as well, each with their methods of pursuit. Some gods might see this as an opportunity to control you through Percy. You should consider sending suitors for your son as well. Suitors you trust."

Poseidon’s expression darkened with concern. "Percy has faced many challenges, but this… the matters of the heart can be more complicated than any monster he’s fought.”

Aphrodite reached out, placing a comforting hand on Poseidon’s. "That’s why I’m here, Poseidon. I can offer guidance, perhaps even steer some of these suitors away. My influence over matters of love can be quite persuasive."

Poseidon looked into her eyes, gratitude and worry mingling in his gaze. "Thank you, Aphrodite. Your help could make all the difference.” He looked down at his hands and continued, “Percy deserves to find love on his terms without being overwhelmed by the advances of politics in our world.”

Aphrodite briefly smirked before he looked back into her eyes. "Exactly, Poseidon. We can ensure Percy’s heart remains his own."

After meeting with Aphrodite, Poseidon's eyes were opened to his son's situation. He left Manhattan and swam back to Atlantis, his mind heavy with new concerns. Poseidon returned to his palace just in time to attend to his duties. The underwater palace of Atlantis was mesmerizing. Weathered by centuries beneath the sea, tall stone columns rose from the ocean floor, supporting the grand architecture. The ancient splendor was unmistakable. Soft, filtered sunlight penetrated the water, casting an ethereal, bluish glow throughout the vast hall. In the distance, an arched doorway led to more corridors, inviting further exploration. Schools of fish swam gracefully through the open spaces, adding life and movement to the serene setting. 

Upon arriving at the throne room, the mer guards opened the doors for their god and king. Poseidon made his way to the throne and finally took his seat. His attendants ushered in his court, ready to address the latest unrest among his subjects. Despite the pressing matters, the conversation with Aphrodite lingered at the forefront of his mind.

Poseidon remained distracted most of the day, lost in thought even during mid-dinner. He didn't even notice Triton calling to him. “Father, are you alright?” Triton looked concerned, briefly touching Poseidon's wrist. Amphitrite sat to his right, her expression matching their heir's concern.

“I apologize. I was thinking of my day,” Poseidon replied, patting his son’s hand before drinking from his cup.

"What troubles you, my lord?" Amphitrite asked gently. Triton, sensing the unease, also approached with concern. "What ails you, Father?" he inquired.

“It’s nothing truly,” Poseidon replied, setting the cup down and looking at his wife and heir. “I promise not to bring work home, and I won't burden you with it. Please, let’s continue dinner.”

Amphitrite and Triton looked at each other before continuing their dinner and talking about the latest gossip in the courts. Poseidon's view of the family dinner table flickered before it changed, revealing Aphrodite smirking before closing the compact mirror. The goddess' plans were falling into place. She knew the ball was rolling now that she had a father’s love on her side. Aphrodite looked around the tavern, waiting to meet her lover, Ares. 

The Harlem Tavern wasn’t Aphrodite’s usual scene, but she let Ares pick the place this time. The tavern featured a classic brick facade and a warmly lit interior with exposed brick walls and vintage photos. The well-stocked bar offered craft beers, wines, and cocktails. Seating included high tops, booths, and a popular outdoor patio with string lights. Aphrodite sat on the patio, nursing a Santorini sunrise and taking in the sun setting on the horizon. She was earlier than usual for their dates but wanted time to observe the web she was weaving. Aphrodite’s darling Ares should show up in the next 10 minutes. 

The nervous waiter brought Aphrodite another Santorini. “I haven’t finished this one yet, sweetheart,” she smiled at the waiter. The waiter was a fit twenty-something brunette with a swimmer’s body and striking green eyes. His hair fell in waves to his cleft chin, and he stood at five-ten, hovering over Aphrodite’s table, stuttering for a few moments before saying, “I-I just thought you might want another.”

Aphrodite smiled. “Well, thank you, sweetie.” She took another sip of her drink before continuing, “In the next 8 minutes, bring out a pale ale and order the bourbon braised short-rib special for my main squeeze and the crusted salmon for me.” The nervous waiter nodded and hurried back to the kitchen. Aphrodite softly chuckled until she heard the soft tapping of oxfords approaching on the concrete. She turned to her right and sighed in subtle annoyance. 

“Well, hello there, Zeus. I wasn’t expecting you this evening,” Aphrodite greeted the King of Olympus. Zeus is clad in a three-piece dark navy pinstripe suit with an indigo handkerchief in the breast pocket. Freshly shaven, his dark hair slicked back. Zeus came around the patio railing and settled in front of Aphrodite. He glanced down to smooth out his suit as he crossed his legs, then looked up sternly.

“Zeus, why the long face?” Aphrodite mused, taking another sip of her drink.

They silently sat before Zeus spoke, “This isn’t your usual place for an outing…”

Aphrodite maintained a pleasant facade, though she was tired of Zeus's subtle jabs about her marriage, especially considering his infidelity. “I have been observing the situation, and surprisingly, there hasn’t been much trouble despite your concerns.”

“True, but the reaction Poseidon had at the spring equinox was expected yet concerning,” Zeus remarked, watching the cars pass by on the street.

“I had noticed the oceans stirring, but I’ve managed to calm the waves,” Aphrodite reassured, her tone gentle yet confident.

"Good," Zeus said, leaning back in his chair. "We cannot afford any more chaos among the gods. There's already enough with the mortals."

Aphrodite nodded, meeting his gaze with a mix of understanding and defiance. "I agree, Zeus. But remember, love is my domain. I know how to handle these matters delicately."

Zeus sighed, his shoulders relaxing slightly. "I trust you, Aphrodite. Just keep an eye on things, especially with Percy. His importance to my brother is great, and we can't have any unnecessary complications on Olympus now."

Aphrodite nodded, her confidence unwavering. "Of course, Zeus. You have my word. Olympus’ well-being is paramount, and I will ensure that everything unfolds smoothly."

Zeus leaned forward, his tone softening. "I know you will, Aphrodite. Just be careful. Olympian politics are like a double-edged sword, and even the smallest misstep can have significant consequences."

A mischievous glint sparkled in Aphrodite’s eyes. "I thrive on the thrill of the game, Zeus. But don't worry, I’ll play my cards right."

Zeus allowed a small smile to grace his lips. "I do not doubt that." He glanced at his watch and rose from his seat. "I must be going. Duties await."

Aphrodite nodded, her gaze following him as he left the patio. "Until next time, Zeus."

As Zeus disappeared into the city’s evening bustle, Aphrodite sensed a familiar presence approaching. She turned to see Ares walking toward her, his robust frame commanding attention. He wore a casual leather jacket over a fitted black shirt, jeans, and Doc Martins, exuding a rugged charm. Ares tousled his dark hair, and his piercing eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that made her heart race.

“Dove,” Ares greeted in a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.

“Hot Stuff,” she replied, her tone warm and teasing. “Fashionably late as always.”

Ares smirked, leaning down to kiss her cheek before taking the seat Zeus had just vacated. “You know I like to make an entrance.”

The waiter arrived with their drinks and food, nervously placing the pale ale in front of Ares and the crusted salmon in front of Aphrodite. “ Ribs coming out next,” the waiter stuttered. Ares nodded in thanks to the waiter before returning to Aphrodite.

"So," he began, taking a sip of his drink. "How did your day go?"

Aphrodite savored a bite of her salmon before replying, "Productive. As expected, your father is concerned about my actions, but I’ve assured him I’ll manage things." A different waiter brought Ares’s ribs out. Ares nodded at Aphrodite, cutting into his short rib. "Good. Less chaos between the Sky, Sea, and Underworld is better. We've got plenty on our plates without adding more drama."

A playful twinkle lit up Aphrodite’s eyes. "Coming from the god of war, that’s quite a statement."

Ares chuckled deeply. "Even I know when to choose my battles, love."

They enjoyed their meal in companionable silence, the city’s ambient buzz providing a comforting backdrop. As they finished, Ares reached across the table, taking Aphrodite’s hand.

"I trust you, Dove," he said, his voice serious. "Just be careful. Many eyes are watching, and not all are friendly."

Aphrodite squeezed his hand, her expression gentle. "I know, Ares. I’ll tread carefully. But I won’t let anyone disrupt my plans."

Ares’s grip tightened slightly, and his protective instinct was evident. "Good. Anyone who tries will answer to me."

Aphrodite smiled, leaning in to kiss him softly. "I wouldn’t expect anything less."

Meanwhile, Percy was settling into Lord Hades’ sitting room in the Underworld. With its dramatic black and gold walls, the room exuded a luxury you’d expect in a place like this. Tall, arched windows framed in gold let in a soft, eerie light, casting a glow on the lavish decor. At the center, a grand chandelier of intricate gold designs hung from the ceiling, lighting the room with a warm, candlelit ambiance. A curved black sofa, rich in texture and adorned with plush cushions, dominated one side of the room. Two matching black armchairs, each with gold accents, flanked a gold-trimmed coffee table with a glass top, which stood as the centerpiece amid a sea of luxurious gold patterns on the floor.

Looking out the window, Percy saw the dark, eerie landscape of the Underworld stretching out before him, a stark contrast to the vibrant world above. The River Styx flowed nearby, its waters black and foreboding. Percy was there for tea with Lord Hades and could feel the tension in the air.

“Percy,” Hades finally spoke, his voice echoing through the chamber as he leaned against the faux fireplace. “The tea has arrived.”

Percy turned as the door to the sitting room shut and sat on the comfortable sofa, feeling a bit nervous about being alone with Lord Hades without any friends or attendants. “Thank you, Lord Hades.”

Hades gestured to the tea set on the coffee table. “Of course. The tea is Earl Grey, and the cookies are Lavender Shortbread. I hope you enjoy them.”

The tea set looked like something straight out of a magic shop. Two teacups and a kettle glinted with an iridescent glaze, black with a hint of purple. Inside each cup, the interior was a pristine white. Gold accents traced the rims and handles, adding a touch of Olympian elegance. The saucers holding the cups and cookies had wavy edges, making the whole set look enchanted, which fit  Lord Hades.

Percy's heart skipped a beat. “Thank you,” he said, picking up one of the lavender shortbread cookies. He took a bite, savoring the delicate flavor.

Lord Hades watched Percy quietly, his expression inscrutable. After a moment, he spoke again. “I trust your stay in the Underworld has been comfortable thus far?”

Percy nodded, setting down his teacup. “Yes, thank you, Lord Hades. Your hospitality is appreciated.”

Hades inclined his head slightly. “Good. Now, onto more pressing matters.” He leaned forward, his gaze intense. “The incident with Apollo troubling.”

Percy’s brow furrowed in concern. “Apollo is Apollo. Should I be worried?”

Hades thought and said. “About you and his affections? Maybe. Again, let me know if you ever feel uncomfortable or have trouble.”

Percy’s face pinked. “Apollo has been… persistent. Though he is harmless, If it does become too much, I will say so myself.”

Hades leaned back, studying Percy carefully. “He will not be the only one, I suspect.”

Percy hesitated, unsure of how the heat would affect others. He hasn’t had much contact with many people so far. “There may be others, yes. But, hopefully, my search for a solution will tell me some effects.”

Hades sighed deeply, his features darkening with concern. “You must be cautious, Percy. Many gods and immortals can be… relentless in their pursuits.”

“I know,” Percy replied, his tone resolute. “But I won’t be swayed. And, of course, I would be safe here with you, Lord Hades.”

Hades nodded, a flicker of admiration in his eyes. “Of course. Stand firm, Percy. Your body is your own.”

They sat in contemplative silence for a moment, the weight of the conversation hanging between them. Percy broke the silence, shifting the topic slightly. “How are things in the Underworld? Any disturbances?”

​​Hades’s demeanor softened slightly. “No major disturbances as of late. The souls are relatively calm.”

Percy relaxed marginally, glad for the change in subject. “That’s good to hear.”

Hades poured himself another cup of tea, then gestured to Percy’s cup. “More tea?”

Percy shook his head, smiling faintly. “No, thank you. I’m fine.”

After some time, Percy finished his tea and cookies, signaling the end of their meeting. “Thank you again, Lord Hades, for your hospitality and the conversation.”

Hades nodded, his expression unreadable. “You’re welcome, Percy. Remember, if you ever need guidance or assistance, my door is always open.”

Percy stood, offering a respectful nod before rising and leaving the sitting room to return to his quarters. As he walked through the halls of Hades’ palace, he reflected on the complexities of his situation and the different side of Lord Hades he saw. The gods’ interest in him was flattering and daunting, and he knew he would need to navigate these turbulent waters cautiously.

In East Manhattan , Aphrodite sat in her bedroom. Everything bathed in the room in shades of red and pink, from the plush, oversized bed to the velvet curtains draped elegantly over the tall windows. The walls glowed with a rich, rosy hue, making the room feel as if it pulsed with warmth. In the center, a chandelier of gold and crystal hung like a piece of Mount Olympus, casting a soft, enchanting light over the space. The furniture was an eclectic mix of luxury and whimsy: a sleek pink sofa paired with golden, sculpted coffee tables that Hephaestus himself carved. The bed, with its mountain of fluffy pillows and silky covers, seemed perfect for sinking into after a long day of divine duties. Aphrodite continued her delicate dance of orchestrating love and intrigue among the gods and immortals that would play a part in her web. Her plans unfolded smoothly, but she remained vigilant against potential threats or disruptions to he plans. As she sat in her bed,  glancing into her compact mirror to check on various gods, she plotted her next moves with calculated precision.

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**Dear Readers,**

I wanted to let you know that I'll be taking a short break from the story. I need a little time to figure out where I want the plot to go next.

This pause is important for me to ensure that the story continues in a way that feels right and stays true to the characters and world we've built together. I appreciate your patience and understanding during this time.

I'll be back soon, refreshed and ready to continue the journey with you Mid-September.

Thanks so much for your support,
Mizuki8D

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Shadow-Touched 

Previous On BTG: As she sat in bed, glancing into her compact mirror to check on various gods, she plotted her next moves with calculated precision.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Percy Jackson series or its Characters. This story is for pure entertainment purposes only. My twist on what happens after The Last Olympian.

The beach stretched beyond me, quiet and endless, the sand cool beneath my bare feet. Each step sank into the soft, damp surface, and I wandered without aim, letting the rhythmic crash of the waves lull my thoughts into submission. The horizon was alive with the dying embers of sunset. The sky was painted in streaks of molten gold and crimson so vivid it seemed the world burned in slow, deliberate motion.

Seashells rested like scattered treasures at my feet, glinting in the fading light. I bent to gather a few, their rough edges sharp against my palms, grounding me in the physical while my mind floated adrift. The ocean smelled clean and sharp, like salt and secrets. But a flicker of movement farther up the shoreline broke through my reverie, drawing my gaze—a campfire. Flames licked hungrily at the encroaching dusk, their dance hypnotic, alive. It wasn't just light; it was a beacon. My grip on the shells loosened, and they fell forgotten to the sand as my feet moved of their own accord, carrying me toward the fire like it had called me by name. The scent of burning wood hit me first—rich, smoky, and warm. It curled in my lungs, mingling with the salt-heavy air in a way that felt both comforting and foreign. As I drew closer, the scene revealed itself in unsettling detail, and I stopped short, my breath catching in my throat.

This wasn't just a campfire. It was more.

The fire was surrounded by an impossible tableau that didn't belong here or anywhere. An open canopy bed loomed just beyond the flames, its black and midnight-blue velvet curtains rippling in the breeze like breathing shadows. Pillows lay scattered around the fire's glow, their careless arrangement too perfect to be accidental. Nearby, a low table gleamed in the firelight, laden with ripe fruit, goblets sparkling like jewels, and bottles filled with crimson and gold liquids that seemed to glow from within. It was otherworldly, decadent in a way that whispered danger.

The shadows at the edge of the firelight began to shift. They moved purposefully, gathering together as ink spilled across the water, swirling, thickening, and taking form—the air-cooled, a sharp, biting chill that kissed my skin and raised goosebumps along my arms. The scent of cedar and ancient stone wove through the night, heavy and oppressive, a promise of something older than time itself. And then the figure stepped forward. The firelight dimmed as if bowing to his presence. He emerged from the shadows like they had birthed him, impossibly tall and commanding.

 Hades.

He wore a black velvet smoking jacket that seemed to devour the light, its richness emphasizing the sharp lines of his shoulders and the lean strength of his body. Beneath it, a high-collared shirt clung to him, embroidered with the faintest patterns of poppies and asphodels. His every step was deliberate, soundless, as though even the sand dared not defy him. The polished black leather of his shoes glinted faintly as they touched the ground, their movement a quiet reminder of his control. The shadows clung to him, curling around his legs and shoulders like loyal creatures, alive in their own right. His dark eyes locked onto mine, and I froze, the weight of his gaze pinning me in place. His stare saw through flesh and bone into my trembling core, pulling everything I was into the open.” Percy," he said, his voice a deep, velvet caress laced with steel. It wasn't a question or a greeting. It was a pronouncement, his lips curving into a faint smirk that spoke of knowledge I couldn't begin to fathom. "How curious." The fire seemed muted compared to him, its warmth no match for the cold pressure of his presence. The tide rose in my chest as if the ocean had turned inward, each beat of my heart impossibly loud in the silence that followed.

"I thought this…" I managed to say, my voice shaky, cracking under his attention. I glanced at the fire, then back to him, struggling to gather the words scattered in my mind like flotsam. "The fire, the shadows… It felt like it wanted me here." His head tilted, the movement subtle but predatory, the smirk on his lips deepening as though I'd confirmed something he already knew. He stepped closer, his movements as fluid and inevitable as a tide rolling in.

"So, you presumed I wanted you here," he said, his tone a dark melody, amusement tempered with something sharper, more dangerous—another step. The air between us grew colder, a chill so sharp it felt like knives against my skin. Yet beneath the cold, a foreign warmth unfurled low in my stomach, unsettling and unrelenting. The shadows around him stretched, reaching for me like living things, and my knees threatened to buckle under the weight of his proximity.

I tried to look away, desperate to escape his gaze, but it held me captive, unyielding. My eyes dropped to the sand, and I shut them tightly, my breaths shallow and uneven as I fought to calm the storm raging inside me. A sudden gust of air brushed my face, carrying the scent of cedar and smoke, and I felt fingers beneath my chin, firm but not forceful. They tilted my head upward, leaving me no choice but to meet the abyss of his gaze once more.

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My breath ripped from my chest as I jolted awake, the darkness around me oppressive, my skin slick with sweat. My heart pounded against my ribs like a prisoner seeking escape, and a molten heat curled in my core, fierce and unrelenting. The burn clawed through me, leaving no room for thought, only the desperate need to move. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my bare feet meeting the cool floor with a shock that barely registered. My limbs felt disconnected as I stood, each step toward the bathroom shaky, my body trembling under the weight of the heat that consumed me.

The harsh glare of the bathroom light stung my eyes as I flicked it on. Leaning over the sink, I gripped its edges as though it might steady me. Reaching over to turn the knobs of the faculty and dashing my hands in water before bringing it to my face. Water splashed against my face, cold and sharp, but it did little to douse the fire raging inside me. Turning the knobs back off, I raised my head, staring into the mirror. My reflection was a stranger—a wild, untamed thing with eyes too wide, cheeks flushed with fevered intensity, and lips parted as if gasping for air. A shiver tore through me, sudden and violent, and my knees buckled, sending me to the floor. The cold tiles beneath me were a fleeting reprieve as I pressed my forehead to the marble, my shallow breaths fogging against the chill.

Time blurred, slipping through my grasp like sand. I didn't mean to fall asleep—not if this could even be sleep—but the exhaustion was all-consuming. I was floating in a haze, suspended between awareness and oblivion, until I felt it: strong hands encircling my waist, lifting me as though I weighed nothing. The touch was gentle but firm; a whisper of relief spoke through the touch. A broken sound escaped me, half a sob, half a plea. "Please," I whispered, though I couldn't name what I was begging for.

The motion stopped for a single heartbeat, the pause laden with something unspoken. Then, I was carried back to the bed and lowered onto the rumpled pillows I had tossed about in my earlier torment. Every movement was deliberate, as though he handled something precious and fragile. Instinct guided my trembling hand upward, my fingers reaching for him despite their weakness. When they found him, I clung to the coolness of his skin—unnaturally chill, like a frost barely contained. My voice cracked, raw and desperate. "P-please," I murmured, the words barely audible. My chest rose and fell, each breath a fight, as I repeated myself in a hoarse whisper. "Don't… stay." The contradiction of my words hung in the air, fragile and trembling, before my strength gave out, and my hand fell uselessly to my side. The haze around me thinned, and my vision cleared enough to reveal him standing at the edge of the bed like a shadow-made flesh.

Hades's presence was thunderous, filling the room as though it were too small to contain him. The air crackled with his power, oppressive and inescapable, and every breath I drew felt heavier than the last. He was dressed in a robe of black silk, the fabric liquid against his frame, catching the faint light almost deliberately. It hung open, exposing a chest sculpted as if by an artist's hand, every line and curve carved with care. His skin carried an ethereal glow, subtle and otherworldly, casting a halo of dark light around him. The matching silk pants clung low on his hips, their perfection maddeningly casual.

His gaze locked onto mine, dark and endless, pulling me under with the force of a riptide. It wasn't just a look—an unraveling, a dissection of every secret I held close. His smirk curved his lips, soft and lethal; a blade sheathed in velvet. The silence between us roared louder than any words. My breath caught, my pulse hammering against my ribs like a war drum. He moved closer, his steps silent, each one a shift in the room's gravity.

"What a sight," he said, his voice a low drawl of honeyed steel. The sound slid down my spine, leaving shivers in its wake, and the words themselves hung in the air, heavy with meaning. His hand hovered over my stomach, the heat of him brushing against my skin without touching it. Slowly, agonizingly, his index finger descended, barely grazing me. The lightest touch sent a jolt through me, my muscles tensing in response. He traced the faint line below my navel, his movements maddeningly precise, as though savoring every shudder, every breathless reaction. My chest rose and fell, the world narrowing to the space between his finger and my skin.

"Is this why Apollo and Dionysus were at each other's throats?" he muses in a conversational tone. The question lingers between us, unspoken yet deafening, a whisper of thought neither of us dares to voice aloud. But I can’t answer. Words have abandoned me, stolen by the weight of his presence, by the lingering burn where his touch branded me. Then he moves. Slow and deliberate, Hades climbs onto the bed, the mattress sinking beneath his weight. The movement is unhurried, yet every shift of his body sends a pulse of tension crackling between us. His presence cages me, his frame casts a shadow over mine, and the air grows thick with something I can barely name but feel deep in my marrow.

I should stop this. I should breathe, speak—anything. But I don’t.

His dark eyes lock onto mine, endless and consuming, a black hole swallowing the last remnants of my restraint. I swallow hard, my gaze betraying me—slipping, traitorous, to his lips. A sharp hitch in my breath escapes me, but I don’t hesitate. I push myself up, closing the distance between us in a reckless, desperate motion, my mouth crashing against his.

The moment our lips meet, I whine against him, my body tightening, heat twisting through me like a live wire. His lips are cool, firm—unyielding at first, until they part, the smirk I can feel more than see sending another wave of fire through me. The sensation is devastating. Heat pools low in my gut, molten and urgent, my body betraying me without shame. My breath shudders as the word spills from me, raw and broken.“Please… please.”

I don’t know what I’m asking for—only that I need . That I crave . My lips parted against his, emboldened, my teeth catching his lower lip, my tongue sweeping over it in a silent plea. I kiss him like I’ve lost all sense, like a nymph starved for the taste of divinity, and Hades allows it for a moment.

Then he stills.

And then, a low, rumbling chuckle spills from his lips, dark amusement curling around my senses like a haze. The sound slithers down my spine, leaving a wake of chills, making my cock throb, heavy and desperate. Before I can take another breath, I’m on my back again, pushed into the sheets with a firm hand. The weight of him follows—pressing into me, caging me, overwhelming me. His mouth claims mine again, but there is no hesitation this time. No mercy. His lips dominate, taking, consuming, swallowing every gasping whimper I give him. My head spins, drowning in the wet slide of his tongue against mine, the taste of him sinking into me deeper than I can bear. Then—oh gods—his thumb drags down my stomach, lower, lower until it brushes against my aching cock. A sob rips from my throat at the first touch, my body arching into him, chasing the sensation, seeking more . Hades shifts, his weight pressing into the bed, his hips caging me beneath him as his hands slide down to grip my hips. Possessive. Unyielding. His fingers dig into my flesh, sending sparks of sensation through every nerve ending.

I am drowning in him.

His tongue delves deeper, tasting me, stealing the very breath from my lungs. I whimper against him, my body trembling, utterly undone. When he finally pulls back, I am gasping panting, my lips swollen, wet, ruined. My eyes flutter open, meeting his once more, and the intensity in his gaze is enough to break me; I feel slick running down my thighs. A smirk ghosts across Hades’ lips, his gaze a dark promise of something I don’t yet have words for. His fingers tighten on my hips, pressing me down as he shifts above me. 

“Look at you,” he murmurs, voice like silk dragged over steel, smooth but edged with something sharp. “So eager. So needy. ” The words send a fresh wave of heat through me, my cock twitching at the taunt and my ass wet with slickness. I should be ashamed, should protest —but I don’t. I can’t. Hades notices. Of course, he does. His lips brush over my jaw, teasing, tormenting, his breath cool against my overheated skin. Then lower, tracing a path down my throat, where his teeth scrape—sharp, deliberate—just enough to make me gasp.

“Tell me,” he commands, the barest growl laced beneath his words reverberating through me. “Do you even know what you’re asking for?” I shudder beneath him, my hands finding his shoulders, nails digging in as I struggle for something—control, restraint, clarity. But they slip through my fingers like sand.

“I…” My voice is barely a whisper, wrecked and raw. “I just—” My breath stutters into a moan as he shifts his hips, pressing against me in a way that sends lightning crackling through my nerves.

“Just what?” he purrs, his smirk felt against my skin. Gods, I’m breaking apart. I can feel each carefully held fragment of myself coming undone beneath his touch because of him. And I don’t care—I want to be a mess, want him to ruin me in a way that no one else ever has.

“Hades—” His name falls from my lips like a prayer, a plea, a surrender. Something shifts in his expression. A flicker of something more, dark that I don’t have time to name before his mouth claims mine again, stealing What little breath I have left. And then his hand moves. Lower. Heat licks up my spine, my body arching, my breath catching as he strokes me once—slow, teasing—before tightening his grip. A strangled cry rips from my throat, my fingers digging into his arms, hips bucking into his palm.

“Oh,” he muses, tone velvet-smooth but thick with amusement. “So sensitive.”

Hades' grip tightens on my hips, his thumbs pressing into the sensitive dip where bone meets flesh, holding me still as he looms over me. His dark eyes drink in every shudder, sharp inhale, and helpless sound that slips past my swollen lips. I am bare before him—not just my body, but something, something he is peeling back with every brush of his fingers.

He knows it, too. His smirk is wicked, the sharp edge of a blade dragging over already tender skin. “So eager,” he murmurs, voice laced with amusement, with something darker curling beneath the surface. “Have you thought about this before?” I suck in a breath, the shameful truth curling hot in my gut. My silence is answered enough.

Hades laughs. Low, rumbling, rich with satisfaction. “You have, haven’t you?” His fingers shift, teasing, trailing over my skin like a whisper of promise. “Dreamed of this. Of me.”

I choke on my breath as he moves, pressing closer, his body sinking over mine. His weight is everywhere, inescapable, devastating. “Yes,” I rasp, my voice wrecked, ruined. I don’t know if I mean it as a confession or a surrender. Maybe both. Hades hums, pleased, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. “Good.” The word is both praise and punishment, laced with something that makes my cock throb and makes me arch into him like a man starving for something only he can give.

His hand grips my chin, forcing my gaze up, forcing me to look at him. His eyes are endless, swallowing me whole, branding me from the inside out. “I want to hear it.”

I swallow hard, my body trembling, my lips parting—but the words stick, thick and heavy, shame curling around my throat. Hades waits. Patient. Knowing. His fingers slide lower, teasing, toying, dragging me deeper into the abyss of him. His touch is deliberate, a silent reminder of who is in control, of who is holding me down, unraveling me with nothing but his hands.

And when he strokes me again—slow, firm, merciless —I can’t hold back. “Hades— please.”

The sound that leaves him is primal, something ancient and satisfied, as if this is precisely what he’s been waiting for. His grip tightens, his body shifting, his weight pressing me into the bed, caging me beneath him. “There’s a good boy,” he murmurs. He lingers above me, his breath warm against my lips, teasing, taunting. Every inch of him is deliberate—how he holds me down, how his fingers drag over my trembling skin, how his eyes drink in every ragged breath, every needy sound I can’t swallow back.  

I’m entirely at his mercy. And he knows it. His smirk deepens, “Look at you,” he murmurs, tracing my lower lip, pressing just enough to make me shudder. “Falling apart so beautifully.”  

My breath stutters as he shifts, the weight of him pushing me deeper into the mattress, escaping—not that I want it—impossible. He’s everywhere, the scent of him, the taste of him still lingering on my tongue, the heat of his skin barely grazing mine in a tormenting tease.  Then he moves—slow, precise—dragging his lips over my jaw, down the column of my throat. He breathes me in, savoring the way my pulse thrums beneath his mouth before biting down.  I cry out, my back arching against him, pleasure blooming sharp and deep beneath the sting. He doesn’t soothe it—no, he revels in it, how my body reacts to him, and how I writhe, desperate for more.  

“Not yet,” he muses, his voice a velvet purr against my skin. His fingers follow the curve of my ribs, barely skimming over me, a cruel contrast to the firm grip he had before. Testing. Measuring. I whimper, my head tilting back, my legs parting instinctively beneath him. The need, the ache, is unbearable, coiling hot and tight in my stomach, begging for relief.  

“Tell me what you want, little one,” Hades murmurs, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. His hand hovers, teasing, so close to where I need him but refusing to touch. I tremble, gasping, my hands fisting into the sheets, into him. I don’t know what I’m asking for—only that I need. That I’ll break if he doesn’t give it to me.“Hades—please—”  

Hades chuckle is dark and indulgent, sending a shiver down my spine. “I do love hearing you beg,” he murmurs, and then—finally—his other hand moves down my body to the wetness of my leg and slowly pushes a finger in my wet hole. I whimper and try to thrust in the hand holding my cock. Hade’s grip around my cock tightens as he adds a second finger. Hades pushes his two fingers deep until his bumps and goes on my prostate over and over. Then he stroked me once, then twice. And I cumming, screaming and shuddering into his palm, and he doesn’t stop milking me. He pulls orgasm after orgasm from me until I whine from the over-simulation, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. I shudder; my head is a mess when I let the comfort of the darkness pull me unconscious. 

Chapter Text

The Summons

Previous On BTG : He pulls orgasm after orgasm from me until I whine from the over-simulation, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. I shudder; my head is a mess when I let the comfort of the darkness sleep mightily.

Disclaimer: I don't own the originality of the Jackson series or its Characters. This story is for pure entertainment purposes only. My twist on what happens after The Last Olympian.

Author's notes: just what you needed.

Percy's POV

Heat doesn't just curl in my veins. It lives there. Molten, impatient, like it owns me. A steady burn that lingers long after any fire should have gone out. Last night it boiled over, wild and consuming, a storm that left me wrung out, shaking. I thought that after a night with Hades, it would smother it, cool the embers to ash.

I was wrong.

It hasn't gone. Not even close. It has only shifted—settled. Patient now. Coiled under my skin like an ember waiting for breath.

Shadows fold around me in the dream. Not just shadows—light, too. They move in waves, deliberate, slow, curling over my body in touches that don't feel like mine. Touching. Tasting. Claiming. Too real to dismiss as a dream, too unreal to grasp and hold.

The air hums. Heavy. Charged. It isn't silence—it's awareness. The dream is aware of me. Aware of them. It shapes itself around that awareness.

A hand cups my jaw. Fingers long, calloused, careful in their strength, like an artist coaxing a face from stone, not quite done yet. Another hand, cooler but firm, presses at my hip. The thumb digs into the hollow with a promise so clear it doesn't need words: mine.

Behind me, a laugh. Low. Rich. Indulgent. The kind of sound that doesn't just echo in the air—it sinks. Into my skin. Into my spine. Rolling through me like warm wine spilling across silk sheets.

And then come the voices. Separate, distinct, but already weaving together into a single cord that tugs at me from three sides.

Little one.
Mine.
Sunlight suits you.

I turn first toward the warmth. I can't help it. Light floods my vision, blinding in its intensity. Apollo leans close, mouth brushing my temple. Almost a kiss. Not quite. It's enough to scatter heat through me in sharp bursts, stealing breath, stealing thought. His fingers thread into my hair, confident, sure, like sunlight could anchor itself if he only gripped hard enough. He smells of honey warmed under the summer sun, sharp citrus peel twisted in fresh air. The scent lingers in my throat, coating it, until I want to breathe deeper, desperate, greedy.

Before I can give in, solidity anchors me from behind. Hades. His hand closes over mine—not restraining. Rooting. He is gravity itself, inevitable, like deep earth catching my ankles and dragging me down. His presence strips away Apollo's shimmer and replaces it with something heavier, slower. My pulse drops into a drumbeat, steady and pounding, even as it quickens beneath the weight.

The air changes again. Grapes crushed underfoot. Smoke from cedar logs smolders low. Damp forest at dusk, heavy and wet. Dionysus. He slides closer until I feel his breath stroke my wrist. His mouth follows. He doesn't kiss. He tastes. Lingers as if I'm something to be sampled, debated—whether I should be aged and savored or poured out tonight. Teeth scrape, dragging over skin, leaving sparks behind.

I'm drowning. Or maybe I'm floating. Warmth. Weight. Temptation. Three tides pulling, each promising something different. The dream distorts. Ground beneath me dissolves. I'm suspended, caught between their hands, between their voices, between the hot-cold push and pull of possession.

Above me, stars flare and vanish. Below, black water mirrors my face before swallowing it whole.

The heat builds again, but not like last night. No violent wave crashing over me, no loss of control. This is steadier. Patient. It curls under my ribs, slides slowly and deliberately down my spine, and pools low until my entire body hums. Every heartbeat, every breath, tethered to that hum.

A mouth grazes my throat. Teeth skim my skin. Balancing perfectly between pleasure and threat. A hand slides lower. Guiding. My breath catches. My lips part.

We're not done with you yet.

The voice brushes my ear, stirring my hair. I can't tell whose it is. Maybe all three. Maybe none. Perhaps the dream itself has found a tongue.

And then I wake.

The chamber is too quiet. Not the silence of emptiness, but the silence of listening. The kind that makes your skin crawl because you know you're being watched, even when you can't see the eyes. Shadows cling to the corners like cobwebs spun from smoke. Dim torchlight from the corridor bleeds weakly under the door, too faint to touch the room's edges. The sheets beneath me are cool, but still scented faintly of smoke and pomegranate.

Hades.

My body aches with the dream's aftertaste. Every nerve strung too tight. I feel like a bow pulled past its limit, waiting for the snap.

The bed is empty. Hades is gone.

In his place, a note. Laid where his head should've been. The parchment is cool against my fingers. The ink is dark, and the strokes are cut sharply and precisely.

The throne room.

No signature. Just a Summons.

I swing my legs off the bed. Marble floor shocks cold against bare feet. My knees threaten to buckle. The dream feels like it siphoned strength from me, left me hollowed. But the ember under my skin hasn't faded. It hums low, content to bide its time.

I dress quickly. Black jeans, snug and practical. A shirt, deep blue, the kind of color that cuts through pallor. Boots that whisper instead of clomp.

At the basin, water runs cool, metallic, sharp as a coin against teeth. My reflection looks wrong. Eyes too bright, fever-bright. Lips raw, bitten. The kind of face that looks like it's been claimed when no one should've touched it.

I pocket the note and step into the corridor.

The palace breathes around me. Always has. But today it feels closer. Its inhale brushes my skin, curling warm around me, tasting me.

Black marble walls rise like canyon sides, silver veins pulsing faintly. Torchlight runs restless along them, bending to follow me when I move. My reflection flickers in polished stone, but it's wrong. Pale skin, hair half-wild, eyes flashing with something unsteady. Sometimes it lags, a fraction too slow, like the palace is keeping its version of me.

Torches burn deep wine-red, flames leaning toward me, almost hungry. The air shifts with scents—burnt cedar, old parchment, pomegranate crushed between teeth. Memory and temptation, held out and pulled away.

Statues loom. Skeletal guardians, hands clutching long swords. Passing between them sends a hum through the floor, vibrating into bone. Shadows ripple behind them, and forms swim beneath the stone's surface.

Two shades wait at the end of the hall. Faceless, still. They bow as I pass, but their hollow sockets track me.

The palace makes the walk stretch. Longer. Narrower. Turns where there shouldn't be turns. Bends that weren't there yesterday. Deliberate. It wants me to feel every step, to know that I am going deeper.

The air has grown thick by the time the throne room doors rise before me. Cold clings to me, slow and deliberate. The anticipation before a lightning strike.

The doors tower, carved with scenes that shift when I blink—crowds of the dead, rivers flowing through strange kingdoms, crowned figures kneeling in chains. The sentinels on either side turn hollow sockets toward me.

They open.

The throne room is a cathedral built from shadow and fire. Columns rise like titans. Betrayal and judgment carved into stone. The ceiling vanishes into dark, cut by pale veins of fire that don't burn so much as glow.

And then the throne.

Cut from a single slab of lightless stone. Edges sharp enough to slice the air. Its surface is etched with runes older than Olympus and older than the language itself. Runes that move, restless, shifting as though still deciding what story they want to tell.

And on it—Hades.

Not armored. Not crowned. Dressed in a three-piece black pinstripe suit so precise it might as well be a weapon. Waistcoat pressed sharply. Tie perfectly knotted. He wears it like inevitability, like the throne wears him. His gaze is endless. Meeting it feels like falling, like never finding bottom.

At the dais's base, Apollo. He's back to me. Even in a place where light resists being born, it clings to him, stubborn. Gold threads in his tunic catch the dim glow, haloing his shoulders.

To Apollo's left, Dionysus leans against a column. Goblet in hand, wine flashing like garnet. His posture is loose, indulgent. But his eyes track me with lazy focus. A predator that doesn't need to move fast because it knows prey comes eventually.

Midway up the dais, Aphrodite. She is impossible to look away from. Her gown shifts between blush, pearl, and gold as though the fabric can't decide how to flatter her best. Her hair is bound in chains of light. Her beauty is not comfort—it's a weapon and cuts as clean as any blade. She smiles like honey poured over glass shards.

"Finally," she says. Her voice is warm and welcoming. "Our little matter needs resolution."

Apollo doesn't turn. His voice is sharp, edged with impatience. "We're not here to admire him."

Dionysus smirks into his cup. "Speak for yourself. I enjoy anticipation."

"Enough." Hades' voice makes the room colder—the torches gutter in response.

Aphrodite only smiles wider. "On the contrary. Today, we begin properly. No squabbling. No wasted words."

She reaches inside her gown. Draws out a golden sphere—light ripples under its surface, molten and restless.

"The Stone of Desire," she says. "It knows the heart. The hunger. The truth beneath words. And it does not lie."

Her gaze finds me. Fixes there. "Come here, Perseus."

The space between us feels endless. My boots move anyway. Apollo tilts his head, watching me now. Dionysus raises his goblet, mock salute. Hades doesn't move, but his silence presses heavily on my shoulders.

The sphere had synced to my pulse by the time I reached her. Fast. Uneasy. She holds it out.

"Touch it," she says. "And it will decide whose claim comes first."

"And if I don't?" My voice is steady. I don't know how.

Her smile sharpens. Perfume thickens—roses, smoke, amber.

"Then we do it the old-fashioned way," she murmurs. "A duel for your hand. Uncivilized. So this is easier, perhaps, for you to choose someone to court you... until this heat is solved."

Apollo straightens. There's eagerness in the set of his shoulders, sunlight on steel. Dionysus smirks, entertained. Hades doesn't shift, but the air grows colder, like he already knows the outcome of a duel none of us wants.

I take the stone.

It warms instantly, alive, as if it breathes with me—light flares, painting the chamber in molten gold.

A ribbon of light unspools. Floats past Dionysus without hesitation. He chuckles, amused.

It stops at Apollo's feet.

Surprise knocks the breath from me.

Apollo smiles like dawn splitting a storm. "Looks like I'm first," he says. His voice is quiet but resolute.

The stone stills. Its warmth pulses in my palm, then sinks into me. Not a verdict. Invitation. A door opened, not closed.

Dionysus laughs low, letting wine spill lazily down the goblet's stem. "First doesn't mean best." His eyes rake me, slow, deliberate, unhurried—heat prickles under my skin at the weight of it.

Apollo's smile doesn't break, but fire glints in his gaze. The air between them hums sharp as glass.

Aphrodite laughs softly, velvet and steel entwined. "Don't get comfortable, Perseus." She steps closer, her scent a heady trap. "The stone grants Apollo the first dance, nothing more. What comes after…" her gaze lingers on my mouth, "…depends on who leaves the deeper mark."

Hades leans forward. Cloth rustles. Pinstripes catch faint firelight. His voice doesn't rise, but the room listens anyway.

"So be it." Iron-heavy. Final. His gaze finds mine, not condemning, steady. "You leave with Apollo. But know this, Perseus—beginnings are not endings. The Underworld does not turn its back. When the light fails you, my doors remain open."

It isn't a threat. It's a tether—a promise wrapped in shadow.

Apollo steps forward. The tension in him softens, reshapes into coaxing. He extends his hand, gold light clinging stubbornly to him, refusing to dim in the Underworld's dark.

"Come on," he says, grin breaking quickly, almost boyish. "Let's get you out of the gloom and into the sunshine."

My eyes flick across them all. Dionysus, smirk cutting. Aphrodite, satisfied. Hades, silent, but his presence coiled around me like an anchor that will always wait.

The stone dissolves in my hand. Gone. What remains is Apollo's hand, steady, waiting.

The heat inside me answers before I can.

I take it.

The throne room exhales. Shadows draw back. Torches lean. Gold floods the chamber, swallowing dark.

And then the world folds. The Underworld shudders away.

Warmth strikes. Not summer's suffocating weight. Spring's perfect breath. Air alive with grass and citrus blossoms. Gold-veined stone replaces black marble. Wildflowers bend in the breeze. Orchards sag with ripe fruit. Music lingers, unseen but everywhere.

Apollo inhales, content. "Better already."

"Subtle," I mutter, though the corner of my mouth betrays me with a twitch.

"Of course not." His grin is radiant, impossible to look away from. "It's mine."

Sunlight strokes my skin, stirring the ember inside me. It waits. Patient. But not forever.

Author's Note:
This chapter has been a tug-of-war with my muse — some days she's a generous goddess, other days she's a jealous wretch who makes me fight for every line. But that struggle is part of why I write. I don't want to give you something rushed or half-formed. I want every chapter to breathe, feel alive in your hands, and be worth the wait.

I appreciate your patience as I wrestle the words into shape. Each of you who keeps reading, commenting, and following along makes the fight worth it. My muse may drag me through the dark sometimes, but it's because she knows I want to bring you the best version of this story I can.