Discontinued - PJO One Shots

If Only (Kronos/Luke)

Part Two

His hands balled into a fist as they raised up to the oaken wood door. His stomach was filled with pins and needles that stabbed at him every time he even twitched a muscle. The young man shook his head, strands of sandy blond hair falling in front of his left eye. Before he could turn away and change his decisions, his fist connected with the wood as the knock echoed through his eardrums.

The grand oaken doors swung open revealing the familiar figure of the young man’s Lord. The man sucked in a breath of nervousness as he continued to stare at the figure in front of him. His body shook as those piercing red eyes bore into his dull blue ones.

“What is it now, my Love?” Kronos asked, clearly annoyed at the son of Hermes. “I was trying to rest.”

The blond’s teeth bit his bottom lip. “Can I come in?” Luke shuffled his feet. “I understand if you-“

Kronos pulled the young man into his chambers, shutting the door behind them. Luke found himself slammed against the door, Kronos’ calloused hands lingering on his throat. Luke’s lashes fluttered over his eyes, as he slowed his breathing.

It wasn’t the first time that Luke had found himself in this particular situation but this time, it was certainly the most daunting experience of them all. Luke felt Kronos’ nails scratch down his neck, droplets of blood seeping from the cracks between the skin. The son of Hermes winced as Kronos pressed him further against the door, his shirt catching on the rough surface.

“My Lord,” Luke began. “My Lord, I-“

Luke was silenced by Kronos’ smooth lips being placed on his slightly cracked ones. He lifted his arms up, wrapping his fingers in Kronos’ brown locks as the Time Lord deepened the kiss, their tongues, one long and the other shorter, fighting for dominance.

All while this was occurring, Kronos spun his lover around, directing them in the direction of the elegant king size bed. Luke’s shirt was pulled over his head as Kronos laid the son of Hermes on the mattress. Luke’s hair and body camouflaged with the gold, making Kronos’ lips curl from ear to ear. He loved it when his lover blended in with the hues of his favourite colour especially since Luke was his favourite thing… other than the destruction of the Gods.

“So beautiful,” Kronos said as he peppered slow kisses down Luke’s hairless chest. “So beautiful.”

Blush crept to Luke’s cheeks. “But my Lord,” he began. “This is not why I am here.”

Kronos lowered his hands to the waistband of Luke’s jeans. The Thief spawn’s breath hitched as his Lord drew circles around his lover’s belly-button.

“I assume you are here to discuss the Sea spawn,” Kronos said, disappointment and jealousy laced throughout his voice. “Can you just enjoy this before tomorrow’s session with him?”

Luke shook his head. “I want to cancel tomorrow’s session,” he said, determined. “Percy is in no condition to go through tomorrow.”

The Titan Lord scoffed. “When is he every ready?” Kronos asked in amusement. “I feel like we should throw him to Nukmara. He is in dire need of a new plaything.”

Luke rolled over before leaning his back against the bedhead. “Well, it looks like I must be off then,” he said. “There is nothing I can do unless there is something you can do.”

“Oh, there is something I can do,” Kronos’ voice snapped, causing Luke to jump. “After all I am your Lord, free to do as pleased.”

His arms outstretched to Luke’s wrists. Squeezing them together, the Titan grabbed a pair of handcuffs from out of a bedside table. Luke squirmed under Kronos’ body and grasp as his Lord attached his wrists to the bedhead. The son of Hermes pulled at his wrists, running his fingers around the cuffs as he tried to find a way to loosen their grip.

‘Seriously, this is-“

Luke was once again cut off but instead of a kiss, a gag was shoved in his mouth, taped in with duct tape. Kronos sat up and studied his lover before he dragged his nails down Luke’s chest, kissing the pools of blood that surfaced the skin. Luke mumbled and groaned as he tried kicking Kronos off. This wasn’t what he wanted. Not tonight when he was supposed to go back to his room to check on Percy’s head that hit against the floor of the Throne room. Not tonight when he had to break Jason enough, so he wouldn’t leave.

“I have a proposition,” Kronos murmured into Luke’ ears. “You ready to hear it?”

The son of Hermes nodded his head as he stared at Kronos with fear in eyes.
“Here’s the deal,” Kronos began. “You allow me to take you tonight and tomorrow, you and Percy are free to do a pleased.”

Luke’s sandy blonde hair stuck to his forehead due the amount of sweat that had banked up.

“So, you are alright with it?” Kronos’ asked his lover.

Luke’s head nodded once again as he indicated for Kronos to continue what he was doing. Kronos took his lover’s permission by lowering Luke’s jeans and underwear.

“You’re going to enjoy this so much, my love,” Kronos whispered.

The Time Lord and son of Hermes joined together once again as rose petals, the colour of a blood red, floated in the air, the scent of it blocking out that of sweat as Kronos laid on Luke’s stomach once he was finished. Luke was fast asleep but without his bondages and the strains on his actions, he didn’t not look like he was in his mid-twenties. But nothing like that mattered. Luke had saved Percy's life and he was never letting Kronos harm Percy.

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So, there's the part two for all you awesome readers.

Holidays are vastly approaching for me but unfortunately, I will be going away and won't have any connection to upload anything. Therefore, I'm hoping that,even though this update was a little one, that y'all just hold on until I get the time to write more!

Thanks all,

Arya