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Jason Grace is fucking livid. He is so furious the air is crackling. And his anger only worsens when he sees the destruction that layed his home to waste. There is nothing but dust clouds and shattered concrete where his house once stood. Just this morning he was stepping out the bright blue front door, shouting an “I love you” to is boyfriend and making his way to Olympus.
“Percy!” It is rage that burns in his throat. “Jackson, get your ass out here right now!”
There is a deadly silence, like the world is holding its breath. Waiting for the inevitable, for the bomb. He’s just about to bellow his boyfriend’s name when a shuffling from the left catches his attention.
And then Percy Jackson steps into view, shirt tattered, eyes glowing, and fists clenched in a lethal grip on his malice. He looks like sin and corruption.
“What the fuck happened here?” Jason’s voice is a low growl.
“Ask your fucking father.”
Where the Son of Jupiter is a lightning storm, galvanic and pulsating, the Son of Poseidon is a cyclone, volatile and destructive. Together they are the stuff of hell, demons, darkness.
“What did he do?” He is taken aback by the accusation.
“This. He sent his lackeys to destroy our life because he doesn’t like that I’m with you.”
“It cannot be that he despises us so much he is willing to kill you.”
His boyfriend’s laugh is sharp, spiteful, “Your father has made us kill mortals for less.”
“Why now?”
“Well that’s what I’m going to find out.”
“Absolutely not.” Jason snaps, “You are not going there.”
“Try stopping me.” Percy shoves into his face, their lips mere millimetres apart.
“I need you here with me.”
“And I need to stop your father before I can never be with you again.”
“He can’t kill you, he won’t.”
“What makes you so sure? Because this,” Percy gestures to their surroundings, picks up a shard of glass, “This doesn’t look like he’s just trying to scare us.”
“Don’t do this Pers, I—” His voice shakes, “I’m not sure I can stay if you leave.”
His boyfriend blinks, once twice, takes a step back, “Are you saying if I confront your father you will break up with me?”
Jason doesn’t know if that’s what he’s saying but he knows he needs Percy here, needs to lean on him and mourn their home.
“I don’t know why you’re so willing to let me die but i’m not. So I will have a chat with big ol’ Zeus.” Green eyes are shattering. “And-” The Son of Poseidon looks to the sky, looks back at him, “And if you are gone when I come back then maybe it’s for the best.”
“I don’t want you to die. That’s exactly why I’m trying to stop you from going.” He cries.
“I would rather,” Percy breathes, “Die fighting for my life than sitting here like a coward waiting for the next strike.”
“What are you gonna do? Demand Zeus justifies his actions?”
“I am going to ask him why he did it and if he doesn’t give me an answer,” That smile is ruination, “Well then we’ll see precisely how to kill a God”
“Can you just think about this for a second?”
They are still so close, still stubbornly sharing their anger.
“I’ll tell your father that too.”
“We need to sort out our home.”
“What are we gonna do Grace? Start building?”
His eyes flash with annoyance, “Can you not go raging into Olympus right now?”
“There is nothing we can do here, the least I can do it get answers.”
“And what if he hurts you?” He has heard just about enough. This plan is ludicrous.
“He is trying already Jase.” Percy’s iron grip is melting, fracturing. “Whatever happens, don’t come looking for me.”
“No!” Jason is fighting the rising storm, the terror in his stomach, “Don’t shut me out. Do not do this.”
“I refuse to live in fear.” Green eyes are ablaze, wrath waltzing in them.
“We can go together. Once I’m better. We can shatter his throne, together.”
“NO!” His boyfriend is vehement. “I will not put you at risk. I will sort this out myself.”
And then Percy is shoving past him, and prowling over rubble, the rubble they had once lived in.
“Don’t you dare walk away from me. Don’t you fucking dare Jackson.”
The Son of Poseidon whips around, “Stay here.” And then he disappeared into the dust.
Jason screams into the sky, curses his boyfriend. Why must Percy be so stubborn? Why must he destroy himself?
He knows he has to go after him, knows he can’t let that obdurate demigod go into battle on his own. Percy knows it too. So Jason takes a final glance at the debris and goes after his boyfriend, to kill a God.
As he is soaring through the sky, ignoring the stinging in his lungs, he remembers the day all those years ago when he and Percy finally got together. Finally stopped tiptoeing around each other and just taking what they wanted.
“Percy,” He gasped, “On your right,”
The foot on his throat was crushing his windpipe but there was a monster sneaking up behind his friend and he wasn’t about to watch him die.
The Son of Poseidon stopped in his tracks, took in the scene before him. And Jason knew with blinding clarity, and sinful delight, that the world would explode.
The monster on top of him started shaking, convulsing, choking. And Jason watched as black blood splattered everywhere. He grinned as the monster choked on its own blood. And when it collapsed to the floor he slammed his sword through its chest and waved as it crumbled to dust. And then he turned his lightning eyes on the vile creature still trying to kill Percy.
The last thing it saw was a flash of light as Jason directed bolts of electricity into its every orifice. He watched gleefully as the monster seized, as it was shocked to death.
Percy’s laugh was manic, unbridled, and so so beautiful. They joined hands, looked at each other. The darkness within them giggled and then they wiped out an army. Lighting and water, storm and sea, earth and sky, death and depravity.
After that fight, Percy had pulled him close, until there was nothing between them, not oxygen, or space, or weakness.
That day the Son of Poseidon and the Son of Jupiter became one at last.
Jason reminds himself of this now, of their joining, their bond, and when he walks along the stone bridge and into Olympus he is prepared for what’s to come.