Discontinued - PJO One Shots

Instead of Them it was Me (Perluke)

"No, you don't get it!"

Percy's exasperated voice bellowed over the other male's deep and cocky one. He stomped his foot on the frozen, marble-tiled floor as his sun-kissed arms crossed over his chest. His crystallised sea green orbs glared downwards at the person occupying the plush, blue-velveted love seat.

"I don't like repeating myself," he stated. "It's not hard to answer me when I ask you something."

The other male, who continued to stay perched on the lounge, resembled a model freshly printed onto the front cover of a famous runway magazine. His sandy blond hair was military style, closely cropped to his head. Underneath that, sat a pair of deep blue eyes that twinkled with mischievousness. A thin, pink-toned, jagged scar ran from his left eyebrow to the top of his perfectly shaped and managed lips that were curled into a smirk. A cotton shirt wrapped around his torso, which displayed his well-built shape. A pair of khakis hung off his waist and a pair of sandals adorned his feet. The male's knees rested under his chiselled chin.

A chuckle was aimed at the green-eyed boy. It was as if everything was a joke to the blond. That, or he had the knowledge of something the other didn't.

"Percy, darling, sit back down," he smirked as pink bloomed in Percy's cheeks. "You're causing a scene in front of my friends."

The younger boy grunted in response as he stayed still as a statue, refusing to budge at the blond's command.

"I want to go home," Percy declared. "I've been here long enough, Castellan."

Luke Castellan raised his eyebrows before poking his tongue out to ridicule Percy's childish behaviour. Percy scoffed at him; his eyes glued onto Luke as the older man rose from his spot on the couch. Taking quick strides, Luke lessened the distance between the two of them. Percy, chest tightening and legs shaking, found himself stepping backwards to widen the gap. He found himself backed against the wall. The wooden panels chilled his back due to the thin material that clothed him. A lump clogged his throat as his body forced itself to a still position once again.

"Do we really have to do this again, Percy?" Luke murmured as Percy shivered at the hot breath that tickled his ear. "Aren't you tired of these games, baby?"

Luke's slightly calloused hands traced themselves down Percy's shivering form, only coming to a stop at the boy's mid-thigh. His hands pinched the sensitive skin, earning a whine from the youngster. Percy's eyelids flickered over his eyes as he focused on the warmth that explored his personal space.

Words couldn't describe how much Percy hated yet loved the older man in front of him. Luke was the first one to care for him back when he was in his pre-teens and skip forward a few more years, Percy found himself under the care of Luke once again. Having been captured at thirteen due to a misguided plan and being abandoned by those he thought were his friends had happened to have played a part in the situation he was currently face-to-face with. But now, at fifteen, the mist clogging his mind had been released and he realised that maybe the gods really weren't all it's cracked up to be. After all, they abandoned him when he needed them most.

Suddenly, a sharp pain erupted from his leg which bought Percy out of his thoughts with a sharp intake of breath. A chuckle once again escaped from his compelling yet dangerous lover. Opening his eyes, Percy found himself facing intensifying blue eyes that danced with their usual look of trickster-ness.

"I thought I lost you," Luke said. "What were you thinking of just then?"

"Home," Percy lied.

Luke arched an eyebrow. "Well, I did a bad job at distracting you," he chortled. "Then again, you keep pestering me to let you go back."

"I do want to go home," the other agreed. "I miss my mum."

"Well, I was going to let you go home soon," Luke admitted. "I'm having mixed thoughts considering the gods don't even care about you."

Percy shot him a dark look. "My mum cares," he said, aggressively stomping on the blond's foot. "I want to go home to her." His temporary bliss was replaced with frustration once again. "Let me go now."

Luke snorted at his comment. The son of Poseidon was just too adorable. He wished he could keep him under lock and key forever but, without a choice, his boss decided to change plans. These plans didn't involve the complicated relationship between Percy and Luke. With a sigh, the blond pushed aside the boy's black hair and kissed the exposed forehead flesh. Percy shuddered underneath him as his hands flung to Luke's shoulders.

"Please," he muttered, his voice cracking. "I need my mum." Tears pooled in his eyes as he buried his head into Luke's neck. "Please."

Luke just cradled the boy. He held him as if he was never going to have the chance to do so again. The two males stood there, one sobbing and the other whispering words of comfort.

"You'll have your mum soon," Luke told Percy. "Kronos has no need for you anymore and..."

Luke, the big, cocky villain of many stories, noticed wetness on his cheeks that trickled down his chin. Warm, salty liquid leaked from his dulling, blue eyes. HE hadn't cried in so long. The feeling abnormal and unlikeable. His heart ached in his chest as he continued to silently cry. The next time he saw Percy, he would no longer be Luke Castellan: he would be known as Kronos the Time Lord.

"I, I, I love you," Luke gasped out. "Percy Jackson, I love you.

Percy blinked up at him, a little smile evident on his face. "I love you too," he said. "Thank-you."

"No, I'm really sorry too because I-"

Percy silenced Luke with a quick peck on the lips. "You're sorry about the past, I know that Castellan," he lightly chuckled. "You've always had a soft spot, Mr I'm Too Tough."

Luke just shook his head, the ability to smile was taken away by the feeling of sadness that echoed from the soul buried within him.

"Do you want to go now?" Luke asked. "If I don't do it now, I'll end up keeping you instead."

Percy tightened his hug on Luke. "Let's go now," he agreed. "I've been gone for too long and I really miss the others. Besides, whose gonna stop Kronos if it's not me?"

Luke nodded, continuing to keep his secrets buried deep within. No need to traumatise Percy anymore than he previously had. Someone had to stop Kronos, even if that meant the end of Luke Castellan. The very male knew that Percy Jackson was the only one that had the strength and will to succeed.

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YEEEEEEEEEEET it in the trash, maybe, I'm not sure.

So uh this is part 3, yeah, the author doesn't know what she's doing (that's me).

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