Warning: This chapter contains explicit sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.
Ares watched Percy over the rim of his tall nectar goblet.
He stirred the drink slowly, leaning on his other hand while gazing at the black-haired half-blood swimming in the vast pool.
The two had arrived in Thrace the previous evening, but Percy had collapsed onto the large bed, exhausted from the motorcycle ride, and slept until late in the morning.
It amused Ares, knowing how much Percy had been looking forward to visiting this historic region that spanned three different countries.
When he woke up, Percy explored every corner of Ares' temple.
The temple they were staying in was, of course, hidden from mortal eyes. Just as Olympus was located above the Empire State Building in New York, Ares' modern temple was somewhere above the ruins of the ancient shrine the Thracians had built for him thousands of years ago.
When Percy discovered the enormous stone pool overlooking the Black Sea, the first thing he did, after brushing his teeth, was dive in. He hadn’t even eaten yet. Ares, on his part, simply followed and watched Percy swim while sipping his nectar.
"Are you sure you don’t want to swim a little, Ares? I promise the water’s not cold." Percy grinned at him with his teasing, boyish smile, before diving underwater again, only to emerge elsewhere in the pool, his black hair spraying water everywhere.
"I’m not sure you want me to join you, loser. I haven’t gotten anything from you this morning, and my demands are starting to pile up." Ares replied with a grin of his own, which only widened at the sight of Percy’s flushed cheeks.
He loved the fact that no matter what they did, Percy still blushed when Ares spoke to him with innuendo, not to mention the color he turned when Ares was completely blunt.
"Don’t be a pig, Ares. Let’s focus on sightseeing today. Let’s go to Istanbul!" Percy finally emerged from the water, oblivious to the hungry look Ares gave his soaked, tight underwear.
"Funny you’d choose a pig." Ares muttered—the animal sacred to him.
"I know how to characterize you," Percy teased, approaching Ares slowly. Maybe he *had* noticed that look?
"Watch your mouth, half-blood. You’ll pay for that."
"Is the price high?" Percy was now slowly climbing onto Ares' lap, soaking his black pants and sitting down so that his fabric-clad body pressed against the bulge in the god’s trousers.
"You have no idea..." Ares' hands trailed up Percy’s wet back.
Percy lowered his head, his lips nearly touching the God of War’s, when suddenly he pushed Ares away with a smile.
"I’m going to get dressed. What currency do they even use in Istanbul?" He leaped off the god’s now-soaked lap and rushed into the enormous chamber.
Ares clenched his fist on the table, his teeth biting his lower lip before he followed his cheeky half-blood. A quiet chuckle escaped his lips nonetheless.
"Keep teasing me, Perseus Jackson... Once you cross the line, you’ll be screaming my name."
***
They spent the late morning wandering around the city. Percy was busy marveling at the different sights, the authenticity, the intoxicating scents of the markets that defined the city, the towering mosques contrasted with palaces and streets with a European flair right next to streets with a completely different taste. The cultural blend was breathtaking, and the only thing, in Ares’ opinion, more breathtaking than that was Percy himself.
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War Within the Depths (PercAres)
Fanfiction*New chapter every Wednesday *Author's note after the summary Percy is in love, and Ares is the last god he wanted to know about it. But when the target of Percy's affection ignores his feelings, that's all he can think about. Percy has no time to...
