Warning! This chapter contains explicit and well-detailed graphic descriptions intended for a 18+ audience.
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Chapter Fifteen:
Minor gods, nymphs, and even a few of the muses swarmed Aphrodite as she, Ares, and Percy materialized at the entrance to Olympus.
For a brief moment, Percy grabbed onto the torn collar of Ares’ shirt to steady himself after another journey via Helios’ goblet, then sighed and let go.
Ares eyed him for a long moment, measuring him, before looking away, as if he had made some kind of decision.
As the large crowd that had gathered around them dispersed, with Aphrodite among them, Percy found himself blushing as laurel wreaths were placed on his head, and baskets filled with fragrant bread and fruit were handed to him.
For a moment, he simply stood there beside Ares, until his stomach let out a loud growl, reminding him just how hungry he was.
“I…” He lifted his eyes to the god beside him, and Ares responded with only his mocking smile.
“Follow me, loser,” Ares said, and began to walk up one of the many gleaming marble paths around them.
Olympus never failed to fill Percy with awe at its size and beauty.
Gardens bursting with flowers and greenery stretched everywhere, polished, glittering marble and gold caught his eye, and massive, spectacular statues adorned the area. Minor gods, satyrs, naiads, and beautiful nymphs smiled and waved at him.
But even though Percy was mesmerized, he couldn’t help but notice the murmurs that followed him as he turned his back, especially when he followed Ares into a massive building of red marble.
Percy hadn’t had the chance to examine the building from the outside, since Ares had pushed him inside, but once inside, he realized where they were.
“Wow, so… you call this ‘home’?” he asked, trying to mask his amazement. His eyes darted around the many rooms, the rugs, the statues, the colors, and the grandeur that filled the place.
“If you insist,” Ares replied. “But I have a few sanctuaries I like more, especially the one in Thrace.”
Percy studied the god deeply.
It felt like a lifetime ago since Ares had appeared at Camp Half-Blood and demanded Percy join him on the quest they had gone through together.
Even farther back than that was the change in Percy’s heart—from that forgotten moment when he had begrudgingly wrapped his arms around Ares’ back on that dreadful motorcycle at the start of their journey, to the uncompromising kiss they had shared just before attacking the Gigantes earlier that morning.
Even from that specific battle, Percy felt as if months had passed.
“I’m tired,” he murmured, though there was more than just physical exhaustion in his voice, the kind sleep could not cure.
Ares gently took hold of Percy’s shoulders, then slowly slid his large hands down the half-blood’s arms.
“Tomorrow is mid-summer, and the Council of the Gods. Aphrodite is on Olympus, and the quest is over. Let’s shower, eat, and get some rest. You’ll feel much better.”
Percy had never heard such genuine concern in Ares’ deep voice.
He lifted his eyes, capturing in his memory the god’s hair, now much longer since the start of the quest, the molten-fire eyes that always entranced him, the rugged lips whose rough texture he knew too well, the broad shoulders, the strong chest, and that radiant skin only gods could afford to have. He hadn’t realized until that moment just how much he had longed to look at Ares like this again.
“Jackson,” the god’s eyes followed Percy’s gaze, “I’ve been holding back ever since we got inside, but if you keep looking at me like that, I won’t be able to stop myself.” Ares’ voice slithered into Percy’s ear, teasing his nerves, low and full of promises no one could ever refuse.
“Ares…” It was a whisper, full of need, the exhaustion vanishing, hunger dissipating, replaced by a different kind of desire.
“Take me to the shower.” Percy didn’t tear his eyes away from the tall god’s, and he watched with excitement as Ares’ molten eyes ignited into blazing flames.
“I warned you,” Ares growled, and with those words, he shoved Percy forcefully against the nearest wall and seized his lips.
The basket Percy had been holding rolled far from them, but neither noticed.
Ares kissed Percy fiercely, biting his lips, urging his tongue to tangle with his own. His hands tore at whatever fabric remained, as if they were nothing more than paper in his way to Percy’s pale skin. He pressed his leg against the younger demigod’s crotch, his divine blood heating with every movement Percy made, knowing the half-blood was trying to grind himself harder against him.
Percy, for his part, wasn’t passive. His hands roamed freely, attempting to rip off Ares’ clothes as well.
He bit Ares’ neck as the god played with his earlobe, his moans threatening to tear through his chest.
“The… shower…” Percy barely managed to say as Ares’ hand slid lower down his back, fingers pressing between his cheeks.
“Of course.” Ares lifted Percy by his waist, and the half-blood wrapped his legs around him. From that point on, they couldn’t tear themselves away from each other’s lips.
Ares carried Percy to the shower, and if it weren’t for the god being the only thing on his mind, Percy would have noticed how vast and impressive it was.
The cold water hit them with force, and only then did Percy realize he was completely naked. His clothes were nothing more than a pile of rags somewhere in the hallways.
Ares pressed Percy against the cold wall, sending a pleasant shiver down his exposed back.
“I want you so much, Percy,” Ares murmured, his hands caressing the wet skin beneath him.
He bent down to lick one of Percy’s stiff nipples, hardened from the cold.
Percy moaned uncontrollably; even the sight of Ares naked was too much for him. The god’s muscular, perfectly sculpted body towered over him, large enough to cover every inch of Percy’s own. Powerful enough to make him scream until his throat gave out.
Percy surrendered to Ares’ large hands, which tangled in his hair and gripped the nape of his neck.
The god’s kisses ranged from dizzyingly tender to animalistic, shattering his nerves.
Percy let his hand slide down the god’s hard chest to his slightly softer abdomen, and from there to the large member that stood erect before him.
His fingers lingered for just a moment on the soft hair that surrounded it before closing around the hot skin.
“You’re so big. Damn you, Ares,” Percy panted, but Ares only chuckled with pride before Percy dropped to his knees.
Ares’ body tensed with anticipation, and he gripped Percy’s wet hair tightly as the demigod took his cock into his mouth, sucking hard.
“Yes…” Ares’ deep moan sent shivers through Percy’s entire body. He couldn’t imagine stopping what he was doing.
Percy enjoyed it so much that he reached down to stroke himself while using his mouth to bring Ares pleasure.
