Gods at War

Percy groaned, massaging his right arm as he walked through the halls of Poseidon's palace, though calling it a fortress now would be more apt. The war is nearing a month in its duration, and it has taken its toll on his body and mind, though his mind has been betraying him for nearly a year now, ever since that incident, when for some reason his mind had compelled his body to attack Annabeth, the love of his life. Well, now he knows the reason and the **** he is planning for the man who made him do it will be sweet indeed.

Putting aside those thoughts, Percy opened the large bronze doors in front of him and walked into the war room of Poseidon. Around a large table, an odd assortment of merlings, cyclops, sea monsters and marine creatures awaited. The large gold throne at the head of the table, reserved for his father, remained vacant as usual. On its right-hand side was his half-brother Triton, Poseidon's heir and his only son by his legitimate wife, a merman distinguished by having two tails instead of one.

"Ah Percy, we have been waiting for you," Triton said with light scorn, as if the reason he was late was because he was taking a restful nap, instead of fighting in the frontlines.

Without a word, Percy went in and took his seat on the other side of the throne, noticing how everyone else was avoiding his gaze, with even Triton looking uneasy. His once carefully controlled anger was now loose and frequent, and if the rages strike him, only Poseidon can contain his wrath.

"Is father still fighting?" Triton asked with sudden honesty, to which Percy nodded sympathetically. Love and respect for their father is one of the few things the two brothers have in common.

"Well," Triton sighed. "No use in waiting for him. Let's get this over with. Any new reports?"

"Nothing new, my prince," replied a distinguished Merling whose name Percy had forgotten. "The war is the same as it ever was; a stalemate. We cannot project our power beyond the sea, and the enemy cannot project their strength into the sea. As powerful as their armies are, they are not used to underwater fighting. Even the many Olympians under the usurpers' control lose a significant amount of power under water as they have to spend most of their attention on retaining a more sea friendly form, though if they do show up, King Poseidon is needed to throw them back out of the sea."

Percy yawned and grabbed his helmet. "Is that all? I've heard about all this in other weeks' meetings. So unless you have anything new to say, I've got a war to fight in."

The merman's green eyes narrowed. "Actually, my lord, I do have something new to say. It's about the prisoners."

Percy was suddenly all serious. "What about them?" he grunted.

"They are simply causing too many problems. First of all, you ordered us not to kill them. For every one of their soldiers, we have to send four more, because you said we should capture them and not harm them. That's why the usurper has been so bold in his attacks now. Because he knows you won't hurt his soldiers. And even just holding them is becoming a serious problem. Our prisons are overflowing. We have to find suitable food for them from above the sea. We have to use so much of our forces to guard the prisons. Tons of our magical power is being used so they can breathe underwater. These are vital resources for our war that's just being wasted away."

"Wasted?" Percy yelled. "Do you hear yourself? These are our own people, our own friends and family. The fought with you on the Great Titan War! And again, when Gaia returned! That prick has brainwashed them and it's up to save them! And if you are so concerned about your damn war, think about all of those people joining us once we have helped them!"

"Ahh yes," Triton slid in, always glad for the opportunity to knock his brother down a peg. "You were oh so confident when the war started that you'd be able to help your poor brainwashed friends. Remember how you told my father your about how your friends will be cured just spending some time away from the usurper and spending it with you instead? Well with hindsight we can say that that's all a bunch of minotaur shit and you have been no help at all. So perhaps it's time that we simply let those poor souls go-"

Percy stood up, fists shaking, his handsome face distorted with anger. He was seeing red. He wondered if he should kill Triton now and decided to wait till the war ends. "Those... prisoners..." he said in a voice hoarse with anger. "They are our own people. And they are under my protection! If anyone harm them, they'll have me to deal with as their eternal enemy. Understood?"

The once famed hero of Olympus looked around the table, looking at the cowed and scared faces of his father's councilors to make sure if the message had gone through, before storming out of the palace, back to the war.

Percy sighed, wearily walking through the corridors of the prison after another unsuccessful day. Every day since the war started, every minute he didn't spend on the battlefield he spent in one of the prisons where prisoners of war were held, trying to help out those who once called him friends. He wasn't very successful, however. For all his attempts, Percy would only get verbal **** or dirty looks from his friends. It took a massive toll on him, mentally and emotionally, but he welcomed the pain, seeing it as rightful punishment for hurting the love of his life, even though he knew that wasn't his fault either.

And now, here he was, rubbing the tiredness out of his eyes, when he heard a single word being spoken from a heartachingly familiar voice. "Percy?"

Everything about him, his footsteps, his breathing, his heartbeat, stopped. Slowly, very slowly, he turned back... and saw, languishing in one of the cells, the woman he loved, the woman he hurt. "Annabeth," he croaked.

The blonde beauty gave a slight smile at hearing her name, even as tears pooled in her eyes. Despite the soot and dirt covering her face, she looked as radiant as ever. "Hello, Seaweed Brain."

"Annabeth," Percy croaked again. "How... how are you here? I check the names of all the prisoners of war, after every battle. I never saw your never."

"That's because I was never captured in a battle. I gave myself up. Willingly."

Hope soared in Percy's heart, but he tried to clamp it down as hard as possible. "Why would the usurper let go of one of his favourite toys?" he asked in a feigned, harsh voice.

Annabeth looked as if she was slapped in the face, but she answered with a steady voice. "Because he doesn't control me anymore. I'm free now."

"How?"

"I don't know. Maybe the war is taking more of his attention that it should. Maybe the loser was so **** he thought the behaviour he **** on me was real, that I was somehow really in love with him, and he stopped controlling me. Whatever it was, five nights ago, I woke with my head clear and free in more than a year, and I came here as soon as I could."

"Five nights? Does that mean you've been in this damn prison for four days?" Percy roared.

"It's fine," Annabeth said, tears now streaming down her cheek. "I deserve it. I helped him so much, you know. So much of his planning, his war. Without my help he never would have become as big of a threat as this."

"It wasn't your fault! He basically brainwashed you!" Percy yelled, slapping the bars of the cell. He wanted to bust her out right now, more than he ever wanted anything else in his life. Yet, he hesitated. As much as it hurt to think, this could all be part of the enemies' plan.

"Annabeth," Percy whispered, clinging to the bars of her cell as if his life depended on it. "I can get you out of here. We can be together again. But first, you have to do a test."

"A test?"

Percy put a hand into his pocket, taking out a crumpled photo that he took great pains not to look at. He knew that the photo held a picture of his most hated enemy, something he can't look at without going into one of his murderous rages. He threw the picture inside the cell. Annabeth picked it up and flinched when she realized who it depicted.

"You see," Percy started, "that monster can brainwash whomever he wants, but there is always a way to find out if they are being controlled or not. They, people under him, is brainwashed so they can't be disloyal to him, can't even think of being disloyal to him. They can't even do anything to a photo of him. So, if you do something to it, I can get you out of here. We can finally be together."

Annabeth held the photo in her trembling hands for a long time, and Percy's heart began to sink again. Then, howling like a banshee, she started tearing it up, letting all her anger go that one task, all the while tears continued to pour down her face. Once the photo was torn up to pieces so small that one can't even hold it, Annabeth slinked back to the corner of the cell, tucked her head between her knees, and started letting out long, sad, sobs. "He destroyed me Percy. I'm done. I'm nothing now."

Instead of replying, Percy took out his sword Riptide, wildly slashing through the prison bars, before stepping into the cell and scooping Annabeth into his arms. He kissed her forehead as she clung tightly into him. "It's all going to be alright, Wise Girl. Everything will be ok now, now that we are together."

"The guards," she murmured back. "Will they let me go?"

"I'll take care of them," Percy replied grimly.

Percy was pacing up and down in his luxurious room back at Poseidon's palace. He was, quite frankly, very nervous. Of course, there would be the expected backlash from his father once he returns and learns about Annabeth, and the general suspicion that would be directed against her. However, he was far more concerned about the state of their relationship. The last time they had met, more than a year ago... well things hadn't gone down that well. Which has left him wondering what would happen in the future. Would things go back to normal? Could they ever?

The conflicted demigod's train of thought was interrupted when the sound of the shower ended, and Annabeth entered his room, wearing only a towel.

Percy's mouth dried up as he looked at the woman he loves. Well-fed and freshly showered, she looked as amazing as she always did. Better even. As much as he hates to think about it, Annabeth's time with the enemy seemed to have done wonders at least to her body; her skin seemed to be tinted gold, as if the golden ichor of the gods seems to be flowing in her veins as well, and she looked more filled out, more curvy, more... erotic.

"Enjoying the view?" Annabeth asked playfully, the shower apparently cheering her up a bit.

That was another difference Percy noted; she seemed far more confident about her own sexuality. And to her question he could only answer with an, "Uh..."

"Oh, Seaweed Brain," she said, mussing his hair up.

Percy cleared his throat and tried not to look at her body. "I couldn't find any clothes for you. Mine won't fit, and I can't look around the palace for some without making people suspicious. I want to keep the fact that you are here a secret as long as possible, at least until father returns."

"Uh-huh," Annabeth said knowingly. "Or are you trying to get me naked?" With that she let the towel go, revealing her body in all its naked glory.

Percy dropped all pretenses, as well as any attempt to hide his already hardened boner. "Annabeth, I missed you so much," he whispered, walking quickly towards her.

But then, everything changed when his hands went to her hip. Annabeth quickly drew back, and for a brief moment, so brief that Percy wondered if he imagined it, her face was contorted with a mixture of disgust and anger. And then it was gone, just like that.

"Oh... uh... I'm sorry..." Percy stumbled to find the right words.

"No, no, it wasn't your fault! It's just that..." Annabeth covered herself with her hands and sat down on the bed. "It's just that I've been through so much recently, you know, with him, sexually, I don't know if I feel comfortable to be, you know... not right now..."

"Of course," Percy said, sitting next to her and taking her hand in his. "You know, you can talk to me. About... about those stuff, or anything else."

Annabeth smiled sadly. "Trust me Percy, you don't want to listen to what I have to say."

"I do," he replied earnestly. "Talking will help you... get over those things."

The blonde bombshell stared at him scrutinizingly before starting to talk. "Oh, Percy it... the sex, it was all just so intense! He had me, every hole, every night and he just used me in whatever way he wished!"

As Annabeth spoke, her legs squirmed, her fingers trembled. Her face grew red, and she bit her lower lip. Probably in case she cried again, Percy thought, the poor girl has been through so much. The fact that he was still rock hard made these thoughts all the more awkward. Fortunately, Annabeth didn't notice, her eyes shut tight as she was lost in another world.

"And it was all so unpredictable you know," Annabeth continued. "One day he's fucking my face in the middle of the mess hall while everyone cheered on, filling me with his gooey load, and then he'd go days without fucking me, and I'd have to scavenge his cum by licking Thalia's asshole or something."

"Thalia?" Percy repeated in a hoarse voice. He was now furiously rubbing his rather tiny bulge through his pants.

"Yep," Annabeth replied, knowing that Percy had a schoolboy's crush on Thalia when he was younger. "But the craziest thing happened just last month. He hasn't fucked me for two days straight and was fucking my mom instead. And every time it happened, the bitch would come to me, spread her legs to show his load inside her, and then just scooped it up and ate it without giving me a single drop! Could you believe it? The thirteenth time she did it, I got so pissed that I went to Raj and just yelled at him for not fucking me. And do you know what he did?"

"What?" Percy squeaked.

"He said if I screamed at him again, he would turn into a spider, and fuck me! He can do that type of stuff now that he's a god, but I never imagined anything like this. I mean, you know how much I hate spiders. And now he said he'd give me what I want the most, a good fucking, as a spider! I think I nearly went insane trying to decide whether I'd want it or not. I still dream about it. All the tentacles wrapping around me-"

Annabeth stopped, as her story was rudely interrupted by a high-pitched whimpering sound. Opening her eyes, she saw Percy with a tomato red face, and a tiny splotch in front of his pants. She burst out laughing.

"I... I..." Percy stumbled, hoping the earth would swallow him all the way to Tartarus.

"Oh Perce, it's all right," Annabeth said, stroking his head as if he was a misbehaving puppy. "You were just pent-up cause you were faithful to me all this time, right?"

"Yes," Percy sighed, greatful to the way-out Annabeth had provided.

"Well, if - I mean, once you recover, we can have all the fun we want. Alright?"

"Sounds great?" Percy said in a bleary voice, already falling into a sleep better than any he had in a year.

A sleep so good that he didn't hear Annabeth's snort of derision as she put on her cap of invisibility and walked out of the room. A sleep so good that Percy didn't wake up even an hour later, when the enemy forces encircled the palace and started their final attack.