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“On your right!” Someone screams. It’s not for his benefit. He is a weapon of mass destruction. The warning is for his opponent.
Percy Jackson slides under a gleaming sword and vaults back up with a wicked smile on his face. “Missed me.“
The demigod shrieks, turning back around to face him.
"I will kill you Percy Jackson.”
“You know I get tired of hearing that after ten years of this.”
“Stop talking and fight me like the hero you’re supposed to be.”
He bares his teeth, green eyes flashing with anger, “I’m nobody’s hero.”
“Now that’s a lie if I’ve ever heard one.” A deep, clear voice from behind them drawls.
“Now is not the time you hopeless romantic.” He laughs, turning to see his godly boyfriend landing on the ground with a soft thud.
“There’s always time to appreciate you.” Blue eyes twinkle, love and amusement glittering like stars.
“Can you two just shut up for like five seconds?” The demigod he had forgotten about growls, “I have shit to do and I’d prefer if we could get this over with.”
“Better things to do than killing us?” Percy raises a brow, “Gee so sorry we’re keeping you from your busy schedule.”
“What’s the problem anyway?”
“Your worthless trash of a boyfriend refuses to die.”
“Oh,” He winces, “You probably shouldn’t have said that.”
Jason’s eyes flash with something otherworldly, dark, sinister, beautiful, “Why are you trying to kill him?”
The demigod’ s expression flashes with disgust, like this simple task is beneath them, “Orders from the boss.”
“And who is the boss?” His boyfriend asks quietly.
Percy can feel the air turning electric around them, can see the lightning slowly crackle in Jason’s veins. After all these years, he knows better than anyone when his love is going to explode, can read the signs faster than even the blonde himself.
“We’re under oath to keep the secrecy of the boss’ identity.”
“Cowards!” The Son of Jupiter growls, “Tell us and we can make this easy.”
The sky above them goes a sickly shade of grey, and there are bolts flashing behind those blue eyes.
The demigod looks between them, fear finally seeping in. But they see Percy’s smirk and something becomes visibly stone in their expression.
“Fuck you. I’ll kill both of you.”
The world detonates and green eyes dance with laughter as the demigod claws at their throat, eating lightning like candy.
“Tell us.” The blonde’s voice is deathly quiet. Soft with malice.
“Chiron.” They gasp. Their body stiffens, hazel eyes freezing in an expression of horror. And with a single flick of his wrist Jason effaced the air from the demigod’s lungs, carrying it in his golden fingers, and blew a kiss to the sky with that stolen oxygen.
“Gods you’re hot,” Percy sighs, looking at him with dark eyes and seduction.
“Later,” His boyfriend laughs, “First we got a centaur to kill.”
He grabs onto those broad shoulders, nuzzling his nose into his neck. Jason wraps his arms around him and kisses his forehead.
“You ready?”
“Fly me away Superman.” He giggles.
And so they take to the skies, Percy clinging onto him with all his might and Jason laughing into the world.
“Why do I let you convince me this is a good idea?” He groans, “I hate this.”
“The excuse to hold me outweighs your fear,” The blonde whispers in his ear.
“It’s your fault for being so godsdamn attractive.”
His answer is met with laughter, and happiness, and never-ending love.
“Do we have to kill Chiron?”
Jason’s body goes taut with anger, not at him. Never at him. “He tried to hurt you. He will not get away with that.”
“I know,” Percy winces, “But he raised me in this world. It seems… wrong?”
“What do you want to do instead?” The blonde finally gets out. Compromise. Collaboration. He knew it took a lot to get to this stage.
“Maybe we could—”
The Son of Jupiter gasps, his whole body shuddering.
In an instant Percy knows something is wrong, very, very wrong. A growing pool of blood is growing on the blonde’s shirt, and a pretty wooden arrow is sticking out of his back.
“What the fuck?” He yells, looking around for the shooter.
“Perc,” His boyfriend whispers, “I can’t hold us up for much longer.
And then they’re plummeting to the ground, wind screaming in their ears, twin hearts beating faster than a hummingbird’s wings.
But Percy is not afraid. For below them is the ocean and in his many years of living that great blue expanse has always been a safe place, a comfort, a protector. So they hurtle to their watery end and when they hit the sea Percy feels himself come alive.
He snaps the arrow at his boyfriend’s back and puts a bubble of air around him.
"Here,” He offers the ambrosia with a stern look, “Eat.”
“We have to go out there and kill them.”
His smile is vengeance incarnate, “Oh we will.” It was fine when it was just him they were attacking but to target Jason. To target his love. There are no lines he wouldn’t cross, no place too dark to venture to. He is a hypocrite for it. But he doesn’t care. “First you’re going to heal. Because this isn’t going to be quick. They will suffer for drawing even a drop of your blood.”
Jason’s eyes widen, darken, fill with desire, “I love it when you get like this.”
“Destructive?” He grins.
“Powerful.”
And then his boyfriend is pulling him close and kissing him like the world ends today. He can taste the ambrosia still dissolving on his tongue, more than that he can taste lightning and potent love. The kiss is rough and stinging and full of teeth. But it’s raw with hunger and relief too.
“Let’s go have some fun.” Jason breathes.
And he can’t help but giggle with anticipation as they rise through the ocean and walk across it.
The destroyer and his healer.
An arrow flies towards them. With a single swipe of his hand Percy shatters the cool metal. Jason gathers the shards in the air and watches as they group to form a broken spear pointing back at their attackers.
With a whispered hum the broken pieces fly across the sea and pierce six hearts perfectly.
Finally the two reach land, grainy sand sinking under their weight as they take in the scene in front of them. Twenty centaurs, four demigods, and an array of bodies convulsing on the ground as their own arrows slice their organs.
“Why?” Percy tilts his head, staring directly at the centaur he had known for so much of his life.
“You are too powerful. We cannot risk letting you roam free. We must keep the balance.” Chiron’s voice is almost robotic, as if he had rehearsed the words so many times they’ve lost all meaning.
“Roam?” He laughs, “I do not roam. I’m not a fucking animal. I live.” He glances at the crowd, “And you are afraid because you do not know how to.”
“Shoot him.” Chiron bellows.
They all pull their bows taut, eyes gleaming with misplaced hate. The arrows let loose. Soar towards them.
“I don’t think so.” Jason smirks. And suddenly those deadly shafts are frozen midair, hanging like gleaming charms.
Someone gasps, another faints, dies from fear.
“Leave us alone Chiron.” The Son of Jupiter says softly. It is not a request. It is a command.
“Stand your ground,” The old centaur mutters grimly.
“You know you will not walk away from this.” Jason’s voice is music, and melodies, and opulent demolition.
Percy can’t hold in a beam as he stares at the blonde. Now is probably not the time to be drooling over himself with attraction but there’s just something about Jason Grace like this that makes him feral with excitement, temptation.
“Stand your ground!” The centaur screams.
And it works because everyone, cowering or not, straightens their backs and sets hard gazes on the two demigods.
They release twin sighs, knowing they tried their best.
“Why does no-one ever listen?” He rolls his eyes.
“You think at some stage they’d learn.” His boyfriend snorts. And the arrows still suspended in the air quake, as if trying to break from their hold.
“Shall we then?” He turns to meet that electric gaze.
Jason let’s the arrows go and Percy whips his arm in a circular motion, lifting the ocean from behind them and slamming it into the crowd of killers.
Bloodied and choking the diminishing group sprint towards them, arrows bouncing out of their skin.
They don’t get more than ten steps before lightning rains down, stabbing their every orifice. And just to make it special Percy feeds each of them ocean water and laughs as their insides fry, electrocuted by the sea and the sky.
It is over in a matter of seconds, not a body moving, twitching, breathing. Except one. A demigod with bright hair, drunk on fear.
“Please,” She begs, “Please don’t kill me.
"You tried to kill us even when we asked you not to. Why should we give you the courtesy?” He spits.
“Please,” She cries, and that’s all she says, all she mutters over and over again.
“Lucky for you,” Jason shrugs, “We like to have one survivor to pass the warnings on. The stories.”
She whimpers, clawing at the sand in an attempt to get away.
Percy laughs, wraps the earth around her ankles. “Not so fast. Tell them. Tell all of them what happened today. And make sure they know that it was not us who started it. But we gladly finished it.”
“Nobody ever wants the villains to win,” The blonde looks at her sympathetically, “But I ask you this: if we are the villains of your story, who do you think are the villains of ours?”
Her eyes widen, and then she turns on her side and heaves.
“Take care darling,” He waves, “And here’s some ambrosia for that wound on your side.” He tosses her the little bag of golden squares with a wink.
And then Percy Jackson and Jason Grace link hands, glance at the decimation they caused and share twin smiles.
Villains or heroes?
No, that had never applied to them. They had always be something else, something more.
They are gods.