Children of Loss: Luke's Wild Night

Stupid. He was so stupid. Why was he so stupid? Did he really believe that he could have a good vacation and would be able to relax? And that stupid brat...did he really think that Luke would thank him for this, for bringing him here...with him of all people?

Everything was just so fucking perfect, wasn't it? This was just his life, though, and was something Luke had accepted long ago. Nothing would ever go his way. Every single time that he tried to let himself be happy, something always went wrong.

Of course, Kronos just had to always be there to remind Luke of this. But it wasn't the fact that Luke had to endure that asshole's presence, it was what the asshole had told him. It was something straight out of Luke's nightmares. He had always feared this day would come, but had let himself relax after his first year at the Lotus. But then the fear had became so real when Percy was gone for those few months. And now... Now it would soon be very real.

Luke would have to face his mother very soon.

Just count on Kronos to be the one to rub it in his face, dropping it like a bombshell. He had to really wonder when Percy was going to tell him, if he ever was going to. But that just had not been enough for Kronos, he had to go and then kick dirt in Luke's face while he was down.

It wasn't anything that Luke didn't usually remind himself of on a daily basis, but it still worked on his last nerve to hear it from that slimy bastard. Luke was a failure, he didn't need Kronos reminding him of that. He fucked up and let his brother down. Luke couldn't stand up to his mother and wasn't able to keep Octavian safe. He lost the only person that he could say that he had been in love with, simply because he was a coward and ran from his problems. Lost his boyfriend and brother, all in one day.

Octavian was not the same when he showed up at the Lotus several months after Luke did. The little boy that had once been his brother had died somewhere on his search for Luke. If Luke had just been there, none of that would have happened.

Luke clutched at his hair and bent over in a scream.

No! This was his parents' fault. They had both been failures at raising their children. Their mother was too consumed in her religion, too narrow-minded to see past her own ignorance. She had left him with a scar, so that he would always remember what had happened. His own failures could never be forgotten. Then there was his father, who had never been present in their lives. Luke and Octavian rarely saw their father, who usually locked himself away in his study when he was actually home. The man probably had no idea of what his wife put his children through.

But instead of going to his friends or boyfriend for help, he ran. Instead of taking Octavian with him, Luke left his brother at home with their bitch of a mother. Who really failed Octavian? Who was really to blame for it all?

Luke let out a breath as he dragged his feet up the path to the arcade. Why the arcade? Because it was far enough away from Kronos and that annoying brat, plus it was very late, so it wasn't like kids would be there to annoy him. More than likely, he would be alone with his thoughts.

Luke opened the door, rubbing the back of his neck with his other hand. His brow furrowed in the next instant when his ears picked up on music. Someone was playing DDR, which meant that he was not alone. Who the fuck was even awake and in the arcade at this hour? Usually, at the Lotus, the only people that were up this late were the people that worked at the...Lotus.

Luke let out a heavy sigh as his eyes landed on a familiar head of brown hair. Great, he thought to himself. He already had to deal with an asshole and a brat, now he was going to have to endure a French hellspawn. This was just not his night. Could he just not catch a break? If he actually believed in God, Luke might think the man upstairs actually had a vendetta against him.

Letting out a low growl, Luke shoved his hands into his pockets and tried to make his way over to the coin machine without being seen. Of course, it was just too much to ask for. It always was.

“Alors, on n'arrive pas à dormir?” Eros called over to him. Slamming his foot down on the last note, the brunet turned his head to grin at the blond. Tilting his head to the side, Eros seemed to remember that Luke couldn't understand French. “Trouble sleeping? Or perhaps you finally decided to try out my ass.”

Luke rolled his eyes and slid his debit card into the coin machine. As he waited for his coins to play his games, the blond became very aware of the fact that Eros was slowly making his way over to him. Luke narrowed his gaze at the machine. “Don't get your hopes up.”

With a grin, Eros leaned up and lightly touched the curve of Luke's ear with his fingertips. “Do not think I have forgotten who ruined perfectly good sex for me,” the brunet whispered seductively into his ear. Biting down on his lip, Eros pulled back and tilted his head to the side, observing Luke. “Something is bothering you, no? You seem rather...tense.”

“Well, now that you mention it, I do have this annoying little French mosquito pestering me.”

The brunet just grinned back at him. “It is not that.” He placed his hands on his hips, which were covered by a pair of cotton pants that clung to his body in all the right places. Mainly the ass. Not that Luke really noticed. There was also a hint of the brunet's nipple poking out from his sleeveless shirt. Another irrelevant fact. “What bothers the big American buffoon?”

Eros might be attractive, but he also had a loud personality. Too cheerful for working in the Lotus. It kind of reminded him of when the brat first started. Unintentionally, Luke's eyes drifted down Eros's body. Eros was about as thin as the brat was, but nowhere near as pale. He was also slightly taller than the kid, though he had a similar smile. There was just something about it, like there was still some hope there. Luke just couldn't understand how people could be cheerful, working in a place like this.

Luke's brow furrowed as his nose picked up on a strange smell. It was familiar, but wasn't something he smelled very often. He just couldn't put his finger on it. Where had he smelled this before?

“What are you even doing in here?” Luke finally sighed.

Eros shrugged with a smirk. “Just relaxing after work, is that a crime?”

“It is when I want to be alone.” Scooping the coins out of the machine's tray, Luke brushed past Eros and went to a shooting game he had been looking at earlier. He let out a sigh when Eros took a few steps after him. “Go back to your stupid dancing game.”

Eros hummed, following Luke until the blond came to a stop at his machine. Luke placed a coin into the slot and picked up the gun. Vivid green eyes stared at the screen as Luke began to pull the trigger and shoot the ducks on the screen. “That does not seem to be a good therapeutic technique. You are shooting a virtual bird.” There was a very dull tone to his voice, his eyebrow cocked high.

“Would you like for me to replace them with pictures of you and Kronos?” Luke growled, pulling the trigger again.

“So rude,” Eros pouted. His chin came to rest on Luke's shoulder, which the blond quickly rolled to get the brunet off of him. “That was not very nice either.” Leaning up, Eros blew on the back of Luke's ear. “Perhaps you should take your stress out in other ways.”

At hearing those words, Luke accidentally tugged the gun up and to the left, missing his target. With a huff, he put the plastic thing back in its holster and turned to glare at the brunet beside him. “And what, sensei, would that be?”

Placing his hands behind his head, which managed to reveal a hint of his stomach, Eros grinned. “Play the Dance Dance Revolution with me.”

“You've got to be kidding me,” Luke replied dryly. “I wouldn't be caught dead on that thing.”

Eros just smiled back at him, closing his eyes. Luke's eyes drifted down to the exposed portion of the brunet's stomach. A hint of a white waistband with red letters that had the name Andrew Christian written across them could be found there. There was something very alluring about Eros's tan stomach, though, Luke had to admit. The slight 'V' shape to his hips certainly did help.

“See something you like?” Eros had his eyes open again, now with a huge grin on his face. He had caught Luke staring and was probably never going to let him live it down. “Feel free to touch.” Biting down on his lip, he pulled down some of his cotton pants to reveal the tight pair of red underwear that lay underneath. Luke may have licked his lips. “Or we can arrange for you to bend me over those metal bars on that dancing game you seem to despise so much.”

Reaching out, Luke lifted Eros's pants back into place. “I'd rather have my nails ripped off of my fingers. Slowly.”

Eros wrinkled his nose. “T'es dégueulasse.” He let out a sigh and crossed his arms. “Well, you do know how to ruin the mood.”

Luke frowned as he leaned in. “There was no mood to begin with.” He grabbed his coins and made his way over to the DDR machine. “Let's just play your stupid game.” At the look of pure joy on Eros's face, Luke held up a hand. “But if I beat you, you leave me alone for the rest of my trip.”

Grinning wickedly, Eros held out his hand and shook on it. “This is a deal then.” As Luke went to pull away, though, Eros tightened his grip and pulled the blond back in. “However, if I win...you have to have sex with me. Here, in the arcade.” Biting down on his lip, Eros wagged his eyebrows.

Luke narrowed his eyes and tightened his grip. “Deal.”

Really, Luke didn't care either way. Well, he very much did want for the French poodle to leave him alone, but sex was sex. It really didn't matter. It would be better than most of the people that Luke had to have sex with. At least Eros was attractive. And, right now, Luke could very much use the stress relief that came with good and angry sex.

But that didn't mean that he was not going to at least try to win. Because, like he said, it would mean he could be free of this annoying guy. However, he did not like the look on the brunet's face as Eros placed a coin into the machine. Stretching his arms over his head, Eros took his place on the left spot. Which meant that Luke was left with the right one.

“Fuck,” Luke panted as he stared at their scores.

Grinning, Eros patted him on the back. “Yes, it looks like we will be doing just that.”

He had completely decimated Luke at this game. Luke still had the look of disbelief on his face. Holy shit. Well, Luke might have gotten a little distracted halfway through, when he caught a very good view of Eros's ass. What? It was hard not to stare at it.

Letting out a long breath, Luke turned to Eros. “Fine,” he said, leaning in, “let's just get this over with.”

Eros placed a hand on Luke's chest and pushed the blond back. “Not quite so fast.” He smiled lazily as he stepped off the machine. “I want to play some more games first, then we can get down to pleasure.”

It was most certainly not what Luke had been expecting. “What?” He blinked a few times, unsure of if he had heard the brunet correctly. “I thought you wanted to have sex?”

Eros hummed to himself as he practically skipped over to another machine and deposited another coin. “There is all night for that.” With a sly grin, he turned and winked at the blond. “And I do mean all night.”

Luke looked away and coughed, fully aware that his cheeks were rather warm. He never blushed. Why the fuck was this asshole able to make him blush with such ease? It was like he was not even trying, yet Eros always seemed to get the reaction he was looking for from Luke. It was rather unfair.

Eros patted the spot next to him at the game he had chosen. “Play with me, you look like you could use the distraction.”

Letting out a grunt, Luke took the spot that was next to the brunet. “Why aren't you in your room, or something? Customers not wanting your ass tonight?”

Luke had only seen Eros irritated once before, and that had been this morning, when he chewed Luke out for pulling that guy off of him at the club. No gratitude at all. What a fucking asshole. But, right now, the brunet gave him such a look of loathing that it actually made Luke shut his mouth. Had Luke managed to strike a nerve?

Frowning, Luke glanced the brunet over. Okay, so he wasn't going to compliment the guy out loud, but anyone that didn't want a piece of Eros's ass was either blind or stupid. Luke wrinkled his nose. There was that smell again. Where was it coming from? What was it? Why did Luke know the smell in the first place?

After a few games, Eros dragged Luke over to the pinball machine. Luke was really not sure why he stuck around with the brunet, to be honest. Perhaps it was just better than the alternative of going back and being pestered by the twerp, or targeted by Kronos. At least Eros wasn't trying to pry into his problems or make him feel worse.

Blue eyes followed the metal ball as it slid through the bumpers. At the third groan from Eros, Luke arched an eyebrow. “You really kind of suck at this game.”

Blowing at a strand of hair in his face, Eros stepped aside and motioned to the pinball machine. “How about you try then?”

Shrugging, Luke inserted another coin and started the pinball machine. Eros hovered at his side, perhaps a little too close to go unnoticed by the blond. But this was an easy game for Luke, so it did not take him long to surpass the brunet's score. After he doubled it, Eros smacked him on the arm and stuck his tongue out at Luke.

“Show off,” Eros mumbled, shoving Luke to the side to try again.

It did not go well.

“Here,” Luke said, stepping behind the brunet and placing his hands on top of the ones belonging to the other Lost Boy. “Just watch the ball, I will hit the button. Just pay attention to when I hit the button, so you will know when to do it yourself.”

Eros turned his head a little to look at Luke as the blond inserted another coin and the machine sprang to life. There was a curious look in those green eyes, though Luke chose to ignore it the best he could. He wasn't really sure why he was being nice to the brunet. Perhaps it was because it was apparent that he was not the only one dealing with issues tonight.

Eros pouted, his brow furrowing. “How do you make it seem so easy?”

“I have a little brother,” Luke explained. “I used to take him to the arcade when we were younger. There were just days where I needed to get away from home, though Octavian eventually turned to books as an escape. I just preferred something a little more interactive, so I could let out my frustrations.” Clearing his throat, Luke stepped back. “Not that you really needed to know any of that.”

Eros smiled a little. “T'es vraiment mignon.”

“What?”

A small giggle. “Nothing.” Eros pursed his lips. “My brothers were not as nice as you were to your brother. They found pleasure in terrorizing things, especially small children.”

Luke shrugged. “At least you had your parents to go to. I was the one that had to look after Octavian. Our mother was-”

“A bitch?” Eros arched a brow. “You assume that mine was not one?” He turned to face Luke, leaning back against the pinball machine and propping his hands on the glass. “My mother called me ugly and fat every time that I put anything like candy or junk food in my mouth. My father hit me, because I was 'too pretty to be a boy'. And when any of them weren't doing that, they ignored me.” The brunet scoffed. “I'm sure it took them a few days to even notice that I ran away.”

“Sounds like my father, at least the ignoring part.” Luke let out a breath. “I wish that my mother would have ignored us.”

Reaching up, Eros touched a finger to Luke's cheek and traced part of the thin scar on the blond's face. “She gave you this, no?” He asked. Luke just blinked, too entranced by those bright green eyes. “The way you speak about her, I could only assume that this is true.”

Frowning, Luke smacked Eros's hand away. “Yeah, she did.”

Eros smiled as Luke tried to pull away. “I do not think it looks ugly, just the circumstance in which you had to receive it.” A tan finger found its way underneath Luke's chin, urging the blond to look at him again. “I believe you still owe me something,” he whispered, their lips very close. There was a sly smile plastered across Eros's face as he guided Luke's mouth down to meet his.

Luke shut his eyes, his hands hovering awkwardly around Eros's waist. Eros did not waste any time at all in slipping his tongue into Luke's mouth. He didn't even want to object right now, Luke really just wanted a distraction.

And then it clicked.

The smell was coming from Eros's mouth. Not only that, but he recognized where he had smelled it before. He had been around the other Lost Kids when they had been sick, as well as himself. Vomit. Eros had thrown up at some point, probably even in the arcade's bathroom.

Pulling away, Luke's brow furrowed. A few things clicked in that moment. He might have been consumed with his food the other day, but he did not miss the looks Eros gave him while eating. He also had not missed how little the brunet ate. And what had he just said? Eros's parents had given him a lot of grief over his appearance.

Luke blinked a few times at the brunet, who stared back at him in confusion.

Eros had an eating disorder.

It wasn't something uncommon among the Lost Kids from around the world, but the ones that worked for Percy tended to get treated for it. Silena had been one of those cases, which was something that Luke would never forget. However, a lot of the cases that Luke heard about usually started after the Lost Kid started at the hotel. Eros, however, did not seem to be one of those cases. More than likely, it was something long present in the brunet.

“What is it?” Eros reached up and rubbed at his face. “Is there something there?” He asked, motioning to his face.

“No.” Luke shook his head, his brow still furrowed. “You're fine.” Letting out a breath, Luke leaned back in and sealed their lips together again. This was just a distraction, remember? There was no need to get emotionally invested here.

As Eros slid a hand to the back of Luke's neck, the blond took a firm grip on Eros's waist and slammed him back against the pinball machine. A deep moan escaped Eros's throat as Luke moved his mouth down to bite down on the brunet's neck, his hand tugging harshly at wavy brown hair.

Eros moaned into Luke's ear, “Cecil was right, you do like doing things rough.”

“Shut up,” Luke growled, smashing their lips together again.

Luke reached down and took a firm grip to the back of Eros's knee, lifting the brunet's leg up and wrapping it around his waist. A growl escaped Luke's mouth when Eros bit and sucked at his bottom lip. Hands wound tightly around Luke's neck, pulling the blond in closer to the brunet in front of him. With the smell of vomit long forgotten, Luke practically devoured Eros, a hand already down the back of the green-eyed boy's cotton pants.

A breathy gasp escaped Eros's throat as Luke brushed his finger against the brunet's entrance, causing Eros to arch into him. Eros tightened one of his hands into Luke's shirt, tugging at Luke's bottom lip. But it was Luke's turn to moan when Eros pressed a knee to Luke's crotch.

Pulling back, Eros's green eyes were heavily filled with lust. “Fuck,” he hissed, “he was definitely not lying.”

Luke's brow furrowed. “Who? What?”

Leaning up for another searing kiss, Eros reached down and cupped Luke's crotch, giving it a firm squeeze. “Nico m'a dit que tu étais plutôt bien foutu.”

Luke blinked once. “I caught the twerp's name.”

Eros just bit down on his own lip and unzipped Luke's pants. Wasting no time at all, the brunet pulled out Luke's length and gave it a few strokes. “I am not disappointed.” With a final tug to Luke's jeans, Eros managed to get them to fall around Luke's knees. “Now then, American boy, show me how good you are.”

After tossing Eros's shirt to the side, Luke took a moment to ogle the brunet. “Fuck, you're hot,” the blond breathed out.

Eros winked at the blond. “You aren't so bad yourself, big boy.” Biting down on his lip, Eros bent his finger in a 'come hither' motion. And who was Luke to decline such an offer?

With fierce determination, Luke lifted Eros up and wrapped the brunet's legs around his waist. The blond smashed their lips together once again, while Eros slipped his hands up Luke's shirt. Eros's eyes went wide as Luke slammed him down on the pinball machine. Luke's eyes shot open at the sound of glass cracking underneath Eros.

Chuckling, Eros leaned to the side, so that they could inspect the pinball machine. Well, the case would definitely need to be replaced, but it did not look like it would shatter any time soon. And it was rather hard to feel guilty about it when Eros was pulling him back in for another kiss. Eros's fingers tightened in the back of Luke's hair as their tongues met.

“I don't have a condom,” Luke mumbled into Eros's mouth.

With a quick peck, Eros began to dig around in his pocket. With a victorious grin, the brunet pulled forth a condom and handed it to Luke. “Always come prepared.”

Luke gave the green-eyed boy a dull look. “I can't imagine you as a Boy Scout.”

Rolling his hips, Eros managed to grind their erections together. “Would you want to see me in some of those shorts?” He winked up at the blond. “You can bend me over in some of those.”

“Shut up.” Luke sighed and worked on opening the condom wrapper. His brow furrowed as Eros slid out from underneath him, only to kneel in front of Luke. “What are you do- Ah!”

In one swift movement, Eros took a firm grip of Luke's arousal and put most of it in his mouth. Humming to himself, Eros bobbed his head a few times, using his hand to stroke Luke as he went up and down on it. Working in this business, Luke had gotten head by a lot of people, including both Lost Kids and customers, but Eros took the cake. How the fuck someone could be so good at this, Luke had no idea, but he wasn't about to complain.

“Um,” Luke just stared down at the brunet a moment, though his eyes soon rolled back, “I sort of need to put the condom on.”

Eros pulled back, Luke's arousal popping out of his mouth. “You have a very nice cock.” The way the brunet said it, and the look in those green eyes, kind of made Luke want to orgasm right there. This kid was like some incarnate of sex.

Taking mercy on him, Eros removed Luke from his mouth and turned around. Biting down on his lip, the brunet hooked his fingers into his cotton pants and underwear. While staring at Luke, Eros pulled them down and let them fall around his ankles. Luke's eyes wasted no time at all in taking in the view of Eros's perfectly sculpted butt.

Moaning, Eros wiggled his butt for Luke. “Fuck me.”

If possible, Luke hardened even more than he already was. Fumbling, Luke worked on rolling the condom onto his penis, while using his foot to spread Eros's legs. Eros leaned forward, pressing his face to the cracked glass. With a firm grip on the brunet's hips, Luke guided his length inside Eros.

“Fuck,” Luke hissed. He had to pause, his head falling onto the brunet's back.

Eros liked sex, right? How the fuck was he still so tight? Luke had fucked virgins before, and this was very close to how tight virgins tended to be. None of the Lost Kids were really loose back home, but this was like a whole new level. Well, Eros, like the twerp, did have thin hips, which could probably be held accountable for how tight the brunet was. But one thing was for sure: Eros's ass felt amazing.

Finally, Luke managed to get in to the hilt. He was already panting. Luke took a firm grip of the back of Eros's hair and jerked it back, causing Eros to wince and moan. “Harder,” Eros moaned.

“Don't complain to me about it in the morning then,” Luke murmured as he pulled back and slammed his hips into Eros's ass. The brunet's fingernails raked across the glass of the pinball machine and a near scream came from his throat. “Better?” Luke smirked.

“Yes!” Eros's eyes were tightly shut as he did his best to hold himself up, though Luke could already see the boy's legs shake. “More. Oh putain, je m'attendais pas à ça. T'es plus doué que prévu.”

Luke was not really sure what the green-eyed boy had said, but it sounded like Eros was enjoying himself, so he would take it as a compliment. Taking a firm grip of Eros's hips, Luke continued to thrust into Eros with full force. He had fucked plenty of people since he started working at the Lotus, but Eros might have been the best he had came across. And they had only just started.

Most people made Luke slow down, even in the kink rooms. They asked for it rough, but when Luke actually gave it to them, most took back their request. Not Eros, though. The boy continued to beg for more as Luke fucked him up against the shaking pinball machine. Luke's eyes flickered up to where it was hitting the wall. There was now a small dent forming there, which Luke could not bring himself to care about. If anything, he only made it hit the wall harder.

“Stop,” Eros instructed, breathing heavily. At first, Luke thought Eros was going to tell him to ease up like everyone else, but that was not the case. The brunet turned around and pulled Luke down for a kiss, wasting no time in slipping his tongue into the blond's mouth. While still kissing, Eros lifted himself onto the pinball machine, his ass hanging off the side. He bit down on his lip and placed his legs around Luke's waist. “Now you can go.”

Luke grinned wickedly as he slipped back inside Eros's warm entrance. He gripped Eros's shoulders and slammed the brunet back onto his dick. Eros's body arched, his mouth now hanging open in a breathless moan. As Eros writhed beneath him, Luke took the incentive to go in deeper and harder. The pinball machine rocked against the wall, groaning beneath the strain that Eros and Luke were putting it through.

“Luke,” Eros moaned, “keep going. Putain!”

Perhaps that was not the best request that the brunet could have given. Luke began to fuck the other Lost Boy so hard that his loud moans could probably be heard by someone passing by the arcade. And then the pinball machine let out a loud creak. By the time Luke realized what was happening, the back legs on the pinball machine collapsed and the machine fell backwards. Eros let out a yelp as he tumbled to the ground, hitting his head on the scoreboard as he went. Luke let out a long groan as his stomach made contact with the front of the pinball machine, dangling in the air now that the machine was on its back. From the floor, Eros snorted and then burst out in a fit of laughter.

Luke tossed the boy a glare as they both got to their feet. “I don't see what is so funny.”

Eros grinned and worked on getting his underwear back on. “I call that great sex.”

Frowning, Luke watched as the brunet got dressed. “So, what, we're just done? We didn't even finish?”

Leaning up on his tiptoes, Eros planted a kiss on the blond's lips. “Not here, silly boy, we must flee the scene of the crime.” The brunet tossed Luke's clothes at him. “Get dressed, we can continue back in your room.”

As long as they finished. As much as Luke hated to admit it, he really wanted to get back inside Eros's very fine ass. He wondered if he could have more of it during their stay here. His blue eyes studied Eros's body carefully as the boy finished getting his clothes on. However, it seemed to be the smile on the brunet's face that caught most of Luke's attention. Quickly shaking his head, Luke frowned.

He didn't have feelings for anyone. Those days were long over. Eros was just a pretty face with a nice ass, there was nothing else. Shaking those thoughts from his mind, Luke quickly dressed himself and left the arcade with Eros.

“Golf cart?” Eros asked, jumping onto the side of one that was parked just outside the arcade. Eros reminded Luke very much of a hyper child, though his body clearly did not belong to a child. “Take me away into the night.” Eros turned and winked at Luke.

Rolling his eyes, Luke crossed his arms. “It's just a short walk back to Gaea's mansion, we don't need one. And why are we going to my room?”

Eros batted his eyes, like he was trying to pull Luke in. “I would hate to wake up my roommate, especially after he surely has had such a hard day at work. Those sex deprived mothers are like animals, or so he says.” Eros casually waved his hand before climbing into the passenger seat, patting the seat beside him.

The look in those green eyes clearly said that their drive would not be an innocent one. And, well, who was Luke to say no to such an offer? Without any further argument, the blond climbed in and turned on the golf cart. Luke had barely driven away when Eros moved to unzip his pants.

It was rather hard to concentrate on driving with Eros's mouth around his dick. Eros was very talented with his mouth, Luke could definitely say that. One of Luke's hands moved from the wheel, taking a firm grip of those brown strands of hair. The green-eyed Lost Boy hummed in appreciation, sending vibrations around Luke's arousal. Without meaning to, Luke's head fell back with a moan. Fuck, Eros was like some kind of sex drug, Luke was most certain of it.

So, Luke might have not been paying very much attention to his driving. He also failed to notice that his foot pressed down on the accelerator a little harder. It was just a little hard to concentrate with Eros's mouth on his erection. And, well, when Luke finally did open his eyes, they were about to crash into the pond in the middle of the golf course.

It was far too late to salvage anything. Luke swerved as hard as he could, but the golf cart still managed to fall into the water. Eros quickly shot off of Luke's manhood, his eyes wide. The boy shrieked as they were both doused in cold water. Luke pushed the brunet out of the cart before swimming away himself.

When they were both back on dry land, Eros tossed the blond a dirty look. “Could you not pay attention?” Reaching down, the brunet wrenched the bottom of his shirt, trying to dry himself off. “Americans really are horrible drivers.”

Luke narrowed his gaze. “I'm not the one who had their mouth around the other person's cock.”

Eros just shrugged. “You were enjoying it.” Wrapping his arms around himself, Eros looked around. Luke frowned a little as he noted the small shivers coming from the brunet's body. Eros's brow furrowed as he looked up at Luke. “What? Why do you keep looking at me like that?”

The blond Lost Boy blinked, looking away and clearing his throat to hide a faint blush. He really needed to get a hold of himself. “Nothing. Come on, let's just get to my bed, so we can be done with this.” Grumbling under his breath, Luke zipped his pants back up.

Biting down on his lip, Eros followed after Luke with a sprint in his step. “You try to hide that you enjoyed it, but we both know you are not fooling anyone.” With his wicked grin, Eros surprised Luke by jumping on his back. The blond quickly tensed, his hands fumbling around Eros's legs. “Carry me.”

“Get off,” Luke growled, trying to give the brunet a dark look.

“It is your fault we are both wet, so you must carry me.”

Luke let out a sigh and continued on his way. It wouldn't have been so bad, but Eros did not seem to want to be innocent tonight. Luke nearly choked when the brunet's foot pressed firmly against his still hard crotch. “S-stop! I'm going to drop you!”

Eros hummed lightly in Luke's ear, though he did not remove his foot. His arms wound their way around Luke's neck and the brunet rested his chin on Luke's shoulder. “Then hold me tighter, beau gosse.”

With a sigh, Luke's shoulders slumped a little as the blond hefted the brunet up and got a better grip under Eros's legs. This boy would be the death of him, Luke was certain of it. At least he only had to put up with Eros for a few more days, right? “I fucking hate you,” Luke muttered as he opened the door to Gaea's mansion.

Once inside Luke's room, Eros wasted no time in stripping off his shirt and pants. He motioned for Luke to come closer, which the blond easily complied with. Luke's hands found their way around Eros's waist, while the brunet stripped him of his wet shirt. Once the shirt was off, Eros ran his hands along Luke's torso, moaning lightly. Reaching around further, Luke cupped Eros's ass in his hands and pulled the boy against his body.

At this rate, neither of them would be getting much sleep.

Luke slid his tongue into Eros's mouth, basking in the sweet moans that came from the brunet. His manhood hardened as his hands groped the brunet's small, firm butt through the wet fabric. With his thumbs, the blond peeled back Eros's underwear and pressed their erections together, until there was no space left between them.

Eventually, Eros had to pull back to catch his breath. The boy shivered in Luke's grasp, signaling to Luke that he was still cold from their wet state. Luke let go of the brunet. Eros gave him an odd look as he disappeared into the bathroom, returning a moment later with a towel.

“Here,” Luke said as he held out his hand.

Eros arched a brow, slowly reaching out to take the offered towel. “Merci.” As he toweled off his hair, Eros slipped his underwear off.

For whatever reason, Luke found the brunet fascinating to watch. And, while Eros had the towel over his head, Luke stepped forward and placed his hands on the green-eyed Lost Boy's waist. As the towel slipped from Eros's head, Luke leaned in and captured the brunet's lips. His hands caught the towel before it could hit the ground, reaching up to finish drying Eros's hair.

Pulling back with a smile, Eros patted Luke on the chest. “Je ne te prennais pas pour un romantique.”

“What?”

Eros just smiled innocently. “Nothing,” he replied sweetly. He grabbed Luke by the back of the neck and pulled him in for another kiss.

The French boy managed to catch him by surprise, though, pushing Luke back until the blond made contact with the bed and fell onto it. With a wicked grin, Eros crawled on top of him and ground his hips into Luke. Luke's icy blue eyes stared up at Eros in hunger.

After putting on another condom, Luke slowly inserted himself back into Eros. The brunet slowly bounced up and down on his erection. However, Luke soon grew tired of the slow pace and grabbed Eros by the hips. Eros tossed his head back in a long moan as Luke gave him a hard thrust. Luke hissed as Eros's nails raked across his torso.

Looking down, the blond was a little impressed by the brunet's handiwork. This was who Luke was meant to have sex with. It was rather hot, having someone that could not only keep up with Luke's sex drive, but give it back to him in an equal amount.

He wanted—no, he needed to have more sex with this guy before he left.

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Translations:

“Alors, on n'arrive pas à dormir?” ~ So, can't sleep?
“T'es dégueulasse.” ~You are so gross
“T'es vraiment mignon.” ~ You are really cute
“Nico m'a dit que tu étais plutôt bien foutu.” ~ Nico told me that you were rather well-endowed (the expression is usually employed to say that a woman has nice boobs and butt, though in context the meaning is pretty clear)
“Oh putain, je m'attendais pas à ça. T'es plus doué que prévu.” ~ Fuck, I wasn't expecting that. You are more skilled than I had imagined
“Merci.” ~ Thank You
“Je ne te prennais pas pour un romantique.” ~ I didn't peg you as a romantic

Children of Loss 51

Chapter 51

Perhaps Nico should not think with his hormones, as the Lost Boy was finding out the next morning. He definitely did not get much sleep last night, if the pain in his lower back was any indication. The brown-eyed boy laid splayed across Percy's bare chest, while the young man had his arms wound loosely around Nico's waist. Really, Nico didn't want to even up his eyes, let alone move. He felt exhausted.

Even so, that did not stop him from waking up slightly aroused from being pressed up against Percy's body.

Five minutes after waking up, Nico finally pushed himself up to try and climb off of Percy, though he did not get far. “Where do you think you're going?” Percy mumbled, grabbing Nico by the waist and spooning the younger boy. The young man rested his nose in Nico's hair. “It's still early.”

Nico's eyes drifted over to the clock. “We're five minutes late for breakfast.”

A hand covered Nico's eyes. “Irrelevant. Go back to sleep.”

With a pout, Nico pushed the young man's hand away from his face. He rolled his head to the side and pressed his butt against Percy's crotch. “Well, you know, it might be a bit easier to sleep if I didn't have something poking me the whole time.”

A grin spread across Percy's lips and the manager finally opened his eyes. “Just comes naturally when I wake up to someone beautiful.”

Nico rolled his eyes and batted Percy's hands away. “You must wake up hard a lot then.”

“Hey,” Percy said, reaching out again, “don't be like that.” He pulled Nico into his lap. Percy grew hard, which caused Nico to bite down on his bottom lip to suppress a moan. “Do you feel like round number four?”

With a chuckle, Nico shook his head with amusement. “I'm starting to wonder if your whole business thing just made sure your sex drive was kept in check.”

Percy's lips tilted up in grin as he laid Nico down on the bed. “Can I take that as a 'yes'?” He asked. With a sigh, Nico nodded his head and wrapped his arms around Percy's neck. Leaning down, Percy devoured Nico's lips in a heated kiss, his hand already snaking its way down between them to wrap around the Lost Boy's hardened erection.

Nico let out a gasp as a finger pressed against his entrance. Reaching over Nico, Percy grabbed the bottle of lube they had been using last night and coated his index and middle finger. With another kiss to Nico's lips, Percy went ahead and inserted his finger into Nico. The boy bucked his hips as he reached down and worked on rolling a condom onto Percy's erection.

Since they had only had sex a few hours ago, Nico did not need as much preparation this time. Percy grabbed Nico by his ankles. Nico's eyes widened a little as Percy pressed his feet to the mattress above his head. In all honesty, the Lost Boy did not even think he was that flexible; Percy proved him wrong. With one hand still holding Nico's ankles together, Percy used the other one to guide his erection into Nico.

Unlike the first time they had sex last night, Percy didn't remain still after getting it in. Instead, he gave a long thrust that had Nico's toes curl and the boy's head toss back in a gasp. Grinning to himself, Percy leaned down and kissed along Nico's neck. And then, without warning, Percy bit Nico's shoulder.

Nico's nails dug into Percy's back as the Lost Boy let out a loud moan that probably could be heard down the hall. Percy finally released his ankles and grabbed the boy by his hips. In one swift motion, Percy had Nico on his stomach and was positioned between the boy's legs. Nico's fingers curled in the sheets.

Percy pressed a kiss between Nico's shoulder blades. “Get on your knees.”

Doing as he was told, Nico got up. He reached behind him to guide Percy's mouth to his for a kiss. Nico moaned into Percy's mouth as the young man reached around and stroked Nico a little. Kissing Nico's shoulder, Percy grabbed onto Nico's hips and slammed into the thin boy. Nico screwed his eyes shut as he leaned forward and grabbed one of the posts of the canopy bed for support.

Sweat slowly began to form on Nico's brow as Percy slowly thrust into him, the young man's fingers digging into his waist. Biting down on his lip, Nico rested his head against the post. This was the fourth time they had had sex in under twelve hours, yet Nico did not find himself complaining.

Percy's fingers grabbed onto Nico's hair, tangling in his dark locks. With a small yank, Percy pulled the Lost Boy back by the hair and leaned in to latch his mouth onto Nico's throat. Nico's eyes rolled into the back of his head as Percy's teeth pressed against his throat with a deep thrust.

Percy rolled his hips slowly into Nico in long, deep thrusts. It felt amazing, but so very agonizing. Since it was the fourth time, Nico's legs began to shake. Percy's hand pressed to the small of Nico's back, urging the boy to arch his back a little.

By the time that Nico was nearing his orgasm, he was certain they weren't going to be making it to breakfast. Which partly made him wonder if Gaea or Kronos would come looking for them. At least Percy's door was locked, which would prevent Kronos from barging in on them...again.

When it was over, Percy cupped Nico's face with both of his hands and gave the boy a long kiss before getting off the bed. Nico fell back, his arms spread out at his sides and a huge grin on his face. He could most certainly get used to living with Percy in an actual relationship.

Rolling his head to the side, Nico watched Percy's firm ass as the young man padded into the bathroom. Percy stopped at the doorway and turned back to look at him. “Care to join me?” The green-eyed young man asked with a smirk.

Nico shot up, but stumbled due to his legs basically being limp noodles. Percy chuckled and helped the boy up. With a kiss, he swatted Nico's ass and sent him into the bathroom. A few seconds later, he joined Nico in the bathroom with a new condom.

“Really?” Nico asked, arching an eyebrow. “Five times?”

Percy just placed the condom on a nook in the shower before turning on the water. “After you,” he said, motioning into the already steaming shower. Once Nico was inside, he stepped in and closed the glass door behind them. Percy took his bottle of shampoo in hand and lathered up his hair. “And it's up to you. I don't want to wear you out too bad.”

It took about all of two minutes for Nico to get Percy to pin him up against the shower wall with his legs around the young man's waist. Nico wrapped his arms tightly around Percy's neck as the young man fucked him up against the shower wall with hard, rough thrusts. Several moans escaped Nico's mouth, until Percy leaned in and covered it with his own. Hot water hit them from everywhere as Percy slid his tongue into Nico's mouth, his hands tightening from where they held the boy's legs under the knees.

When they were done and went to get out of the shower, Nico's legs nearly crumpled underneath him. Percy caught him with a chuckle, helping to guide the boy back into the bedroom. Nico pouted as the young man dropped a towel on his head.

“Well, perhaps five times was too much for you,” the green-eyed manager assessed.

“Says you,” Nico replied, rolling onto his stomach and crossing his arms under his chin. His eyes followed Percy's nude form as the young man dried off and walked over to his closet. “You're leaving?”

Percy turned to glance at the boy for a moment. “Well, yeah. I have business that has to be taken care of. You and Luke are the ones on a vacation, not me.” He smirked at the frown on Nico's face when he emerged from the closet. “You're very cute when you pout.”

Nico let out a sigh. “When will I be seeing you?”

“Probably after dinner.” Percy pulled out a pair of pants and some underwear from the drawers in his closet. “Gaea's having dinner with some very important clients, and I need to be there.” The young man sat down at the foot of the bed. “You're more than welcome to come, but I didn't want to bore you with all the financial talk.”

Letting out a sigh, Nico nodded his head. “Yeah, okay. I'll see you after dinner then.” His dark eyes raked across Percy's torso as the young man worked on buttoning his shirt. Biting down on his lip, Nico reached out and hooked his fingers into the hem of Percy's pants.

Percy let out a soft chuckle as Nico slid across the bed, still on his stomach, and undid the button on his pants. “Still horny?” He laughed. “I thought you'd be burnt out by now.”

Nico's eyes just flickered up to meet Percy's sea-green ones. “Thought I'd give you something for the road.” Still holding Percy's gaze, Nico unzipped the young man's pants and pulled out his manhood.

Percy arched an eyebrow as he went back to buttoning his shirt. “I can't get undressed again, and I don't have time for more sex.”

“Good thing you don't have to do anything then,” Nico said, flicking his tongue across the slit of Percy's erection. The Lost Boy tilted his head to the side as he watched Percy just stand there. “Well, carry on with getting ready.”

Percy rolled his eyes as Nico slid his lips across the young man's arousal. One of Nico's hands slid up the bottom of Percy's shirt to caress the abs that could be found there. While Nico serviced Percy, the green-eyed young man reached over and grabbed his watch from the nightstand and put it on his wrist, though he really did not seem to be in a hurry anymore.

Nico hummed lightly as he took in as much of Percy's cock as he could. With a soft moan, Percy leaned over Nico and groped the boy's pale ass before placing a hand on Nico's head and guiding the Lost Boy down onto his shaft.

Taking it out of his mouth, Nico wrapped a hand around Percy's arousal and ran his tongue along the base of the shaft, his dark eyes clouded with lust as he stared up at the young man. But, finally, Percy finished buttoning his shirt. With a smirk, the young man fixed his hair a little before removing his cock from Nico's mouth.

Leaning down, he gave Nico a quick kiss. “I really do have to go.”

Nico pouted and sat up. “But you're hard, you should finish.”

“I'll be fine,” Percy chuckled. He buttoned and zipped his pants. “Try to get some more rest.” He pointed a finger at Nico as he backed towards the door. “I mean it, you need to rest. Feel free to mess around in the entertainment room. What's mine is yours and all that stuff.” He smirked as he opened the door. “And don't forget that you can order room service to be delivered over here. Also, you look very appealing right now and I'm sorry I have to leave.”

Nico let out a sigh and rolled his eyes. “Well then, I hope you suffer in your meetings while thinking about it.”

“Ouch.” Percy winked. “That's just so hurtful. What have I ever done to you?” He asked with a huge grin.

“Ha ha. You're so funny, Percy Jackson.” Nico flopped onto his stomach. “I wouldn't dare bring up the countless months of torturous teasing you put me through.”

With a wink, Percy closed the door. Nico groaned a little as he let his forehead fall against the mattress. Now that his hormones were gone, Nico was fully aware of how exhausted his body was, not to mention the sharp pain in his lower back. Perhaps five times really was too much.

A little over five minutes later, the door swung open. Nico looked up, expecting Percy, only to find Luke. “Haven't you ever heard of knocking?” Nico asked, flinging the covers over his naked body.

Luke arched an eyebrow and stepped inside. “Not like I haven't seen you naked before, kid. I know it probably slipped your mind with all the awesome sex you've been getting from Percy, but we did have sex.”

Nico sat up, straightening out the covers across his lap. “It's not like it's hard to forget. I did enjoy it, I will not lie there.” He let out a breath. “Anyways, what's up?”

“I need you to get dressed.”

The raven haired Lost Boy arched a brow. “For?”

Digging around in Nico's suitcase, Luke tossed some clothes at the other Lost Boy. “You're coming with me to see Cecil, since I apparently have to go check up on the French lightweight.”

Nico let out a sigh as he scooted to the edge of the bed and stood up. Grabbing his underwear, the Lost Boy slid them on. “And you need me to come with you...why?”

“Because, for some reason, the little asshole seems to like you.” Luke rubbed at his temple. “Just come, it's too early for this anyways, and I really don't feel like dealing with him. I'm hoping to distract him with your presence.”

For a moment, Nico just stood there and stared at the blond in the room. After giving Luke an odd look, Nico threw his shirt over his head and then put on his pants. “Can't you just...I don't know, be sociable with him?” A smirk spread across Nico's lips. “Who knows, you might enjoying what happens.”

Luke's brow furrowed. “What's that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing.” Nico chuckled as he slipped on his shoes. He patted Luke on the shoulder as he walked over to grab the key to Gaea's house from a small table by the door. “Nothing at all, Luke.”

When they knocked on Cecil's door, the brunet answered it with a glass of water in his hand. “Bonjour, mis amigos.”

Luke shot the brunet an annoyed look. “That's not even the same language.”

“So you do know some French,” Cecil chuckled as he stepped aside to let them in. The Lost Boy's head tilted to the side as he stared at Nico. “Did you get attacked by a dog since I saw you last night?”

Nico's face turned completely red. “Uh, no.”

A sly grin appeared on Cecil's face. “Then I can only assume you had a great night.”

A door down the hall slowly creaked open and a disgruntled Eros came out, dragging his feet behind him. He let out a long groan as he rubbed at his eyes. “Quel heure est-il, Cecil?”

The other brunet checked his phone. “A little after nine.” With a grin, he handed Eros the water and two pills that had been in the palm of his hand. “Take this. You need to shower and get something to eat, you have work in a few hours.”

Eros tossed back the pills and downed them with half the glass of water. With a very heavy sigh, the green-eyed boy shoved the water back into Cecil's hands. It was then that his eyes shot over to where Luke stood, his green orbs narrowing in anger. “You! Qu'est-ce que tu veux, bordel? J'essayais de pécho hier soir, et t'arrives et tu gâches tous!”

Luke crossed his arms and opened his mouth, though nothing came out. His face contorted in confusion before he turned to Cecil. “Um, what did he say?”

Cecil just shook his head and patted Luke on the shoulder. “Eros, en Anglais, s'il te plaît,” the brown-eyed boy muttered.

With a huff, Eros marched up to Luke and poked the blond's chest. “You are a fucking dick, ruining perfectly good sex like that.” Eros rapidly flailed his arms. “Did you see the muscles he had, he was going to give me rough sex. Cecil, tell this oaf how much I love the rough sex.”

It was apparent that Cecil was trying very hard not to laugh. “Oh yeah, it's his favorite.” He wagged his eyebrows at Luke. “If only we knew someone that was rough in bed, eh?”

Yet again, Nico was astounded to see a faint blush appear in Luke's cheeks. Coughing, Luke smacked Eros's hand away from him. “You were drunk, excuse me for stopping the guy from taking advantage of you.”

“You're excused,” Eros shot back, crossing his arms with a huff. His green eyes narrowed up at Luke, who was a little under a head taller than the brunet. “And what do you mean 'take advantage of me'? I seduced him, thank you very much. What does it do if I was drunk?”

Nico tilted his head to the side as he watched the two. “Congratulations, Luke, it looks like you've found someone to argue like an old married couple with now, too.”

Luke nearly choked. He whipped around to glare at Nico, who only grinned. “Don't fucking compare me to blondie and Santa's favorite helper, twerp!”

Out of nowhere, Eros grabbed Nico's arm and pulled him away from the blond. “Do not speak to him like that, American swine.” With a final glare towards Luke, Eros opened the door. “Come, Nico, you can accompany me to find food before my shift starts.”

Luke's brow furrowed as he took a step towards them. “Wait, wha-”

Eros shut the door, his eyes closed in a smile. “There, that's better.” He released Nico's arm and headed to the elevator. “Come, Nico, I must dress myself quickly, then we shall find something to eat.”

The French Lost Boy didn't take as long to get ready today, which was probably due to the hangover he was probably experiencing. Now that he was not arguing, Eros clutched his head a lot and hovered over the table they now sat at.

Eros's green eyes flickered over to two passing Lost Kids, at least Nico thought they were Lost Kids. Resting his chin on a palm, Eros let out a whistle. “Medea!”

It was the girl that stopped to look at them. She rolled her eyes and said something to the Lost Boy she was walking with before coming over to their table. She was very thin, with long, red fingernails. A tight black shirt rested over her torso, while a short skirt covered her lower half. The Lost Girl's black hair had been tied up in a bun and her arms were decorated by a lot of diamond bracelets.

She huffed and placed her hand on her hips. “What do you want, Eros?” She asked, narrowing her dark green eyes.

With a pout, Eros ran a hand through his hair. “Medea, my sweet, I don't suppose you would mind covering my afternoon shift for me, would you?” He batted those long lashes at the Lost Girl, who did not seem to be ensnared by the boy's charms in the least. “It was a very long night.”

“Aw, I'm sorry to hear that, Eros,” Medea said in a sickeningly sweet British accent. She ran her fingers through the Lost Boy's wavy hair until she took a firm grip of the back of his scalp. “Do I look like I give a damn? Get off your bum and do your own work.”

Eros flipped her off as she left. “Quelle salope.” The brunet cracked his neck as he raised his coffee to his lips. “I see you have a...” Eros motioned to Nico, “limp.” The French boy winked. “You had a good night, no?”

Nico speared a pasta noodle and shoved it into his mouth, his ears burning a little. “Something like that,” he mumbled. Eros arched an eyebrow at him. The pale Lost Boy rubbed his neck with a sigh. “I was hoping to talk to you about Percy, actually.”

“Oh?” Eros plucked a strawberry from a crepe that he was eating and bit down on the tip. “Ask me anything.”

“Well...where do I even start?” Nico sighed. He pursed his lips for a moment, trying to think of the best angle to come at this from. “Percy told me that he liked me when he returned in February.”

“Of course, I told him to grow some boules and get it off his chest.” Eros didn't even look surprised, just waited for Nico to continue.

Nico cleared his throat, his brow furrowed. “Anyways, it feels a little weird what's going on between us right now. It feels odd, because Percy isn't this affectionate with me normally. He's acting like an actual boyfriend would.”

Eros blinked a few times before his eyes started to dart around. “I fail to see the...how to say, dilemma here, mon petit.” The brunet rubbed at his eyes with a yawn. “Do you not wish for your prince to enter and sweep you off your feet and ride into the sunset?”

“Uh, in a place like the Lotus, I don't really see things like that happening.” Nico stared down at his food. “I'm just confused as to what brought it on. You seem to be good at...getting guys, even straight ones, so I thought you might could help.”

A smirk touched at Eros's lips as he cut up some of his crepe and placed it in his mouth. “I would suggest speaking to Percy himself.” The green-eyed Lost Boy crossed his legs, placing his hands in his lap. “I am quite certain that Percy is the only one to give you the answer you seek. But I am also certain that it is nothing for you to worry that pretty little head over.”

“I wish I could have your confidence,” Nico mumbled.

Eros's eyes seemed to dull, his lips tilting down. For a moment, he did not move, staring blankly into space. And then he cleared his throat and stared down at his lap. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

“Well, there is another problem.” Nico let out a breath. “It's about a Lost Kid from back home. I'm not quite sure what to make of her at this point, she's confusing.” He poked at his food, though he made no attempt to eat it. “She's been at our hotel even longer than Percy has, and she has feelings for Percy. I'm not quite sure how deep they are, but she definitely has feelings for him. And, well, she wants me out of the way.”

A spark ignited in Eros's eyes and his lips tilted back up into a grin. “So, you wish to crush her, yes?”

“Uh, well, I wouldn't go that far.” Nico cleared his throat. “I would just like some...safety precautions. I don't want her trying to ruin anything.” The boy shook his head. “What I really want is for Percy to bring the others here, even though I know it's just wishful thinking. Not to mention that Annabeth would then come with them.”

Eros tapped a finger to his lips. “Well, perhaps you should use your greatest weapon to get what you want.” The French Lost Boy tossed a wink across the table. “Perhaps you should use your...how to say, assets,” he stuck his tongue out playfully at Nico, “to get what you want.”

“You mean, seduce Percy into it?” Nico asked, his brow furrowed. “Would that work?”

“Ah, perhaps you do not realize the power you have, mon chéri.” Eros tilted his head to the side. “Percy might have grown up in this life, learned all the tricks of the trade, but he is still a man. He still has a penis, and he is very attracted by you. So, I would say, yes, work your magic on Percy to get what you want.”

Nico leaned on the table. “Well, that doesn't really help me with the more pressing issue. I couldn't just flat out ask Percy to keep Annabeth in America, if I wanted to bring the rest here.” His brow furrowed. “Though, she is under consideration to be the next branch manager.”

A devious smile was on Eros's lips when the other Lost Boy looked up. “That is quite easy. As you said, she is a potential candidate. However, I would suggest knowing all you can on your enemy before attacking.”

“Luke's brother suggested something similar.” Nico let out a sigh. “Well, he wanted me to talk to Luke about Annabeth. Apparently, Luke knows her very well, but Octavian seemed concerned about her past.”

“Excellente idée. Sounds to me like you already have a plan.” Leaning back in his chair, Eros lifted his coffee and took a long sip. “Though, I must ask something on your blond traveling companion.”

“Luke? What about him?”

Without missing a beat, Eros replied, “How is he in bed?”

Nico nearly fell out of his chair. “What?” His eyes bulged a little. “What makes you think I would know?”

Eros just blinked at him. “You implied it yourself. Yesterday, when we were dressing you up, you mentioned people told you and him that you two should have sex. I assumed that they no longer said it because you two did it like two animals in heat.” The brunet sat up in his seat, leaning slightly against the table. “So?”

“Uh, well...”

It was a little before business hours concluded that Percy, Nico, and Luke left. Luke ended up going back to his room, which left Percy and Nico to walk around the golf course alone. For a while, Nico just stared up at the sky and admired the stars. It wasn't until he felt Percy lace their fingers together that the Lost Boy looked down.

“So, how's your vacation going?” Percy asked.

Nico felt his lips tilt up into a smile. “It's great, thank you for bringing me.” The boy gave a shrug, staring down at the grass. “Perhaps a little strange, at least with you.”

Percy seemed to be surprised by that remark. The young man came to a halt, tilting his head to the side. “What am I doing to confuse you?”

“Just, um...” Nico motioned at the young man. “I don't know, just the way you're acting. You're being very affectionate.”

The corners of Percy's lips tilted up and he took a step closer, wrapping his arms around Nico's waist. “And that bothers you?”

“Well, you're not usually like this.”

Percy let out a chuckle. “I'm sorry.” Reaching up, the young man brushed some of Nico's hair out of his eyes. “Well, I don't have any responsibilities right now, not exactly anyways. I thought I could let you see how things will be when we move here.”

Nico pressed his lips into a thin line, not looking up to meet Percy's gaze. “And I am coming here with you?” His brow furrowed as he rested both of his hands on Percy's chest, taking a firm grip of the young man's shirt. “Or are you considering what Annabeth said? I want to come here with you, Percy, if that's what you're worried about.”

Percy tilted his head to the side. “I would just want what was best for you.”

As his eyes grew angry, Nico shoved Percy away. “No!” He finally looked up, his eyes burning with a deep irritation. “Don't talk to me about the future if you can't promise me that there will be a future for us! That's not fair to me, if you're planning on leaving me behind.”

Percy's eyes widened at Nico's outburst. Frowning, he shoved his hands into his pockets. “I'm not going to stop you from coming with me, even if I think you might be better off with your sister.” The green-eyed young man reached out and tilted Nico's chin up. “You make your own choices. If this is what you want, it's what you'll have.”

“And what about what you want?”

Percy's hand slid up to cup Nico's cheek and he leaned in to press a quick kiss to Nico's lips. “As I said, I want you. I'm acting this way with you, because I thought it was what you wanted.” He let out a chuckle. “If you haven't noticed, I haven't even touched a Lost Kid since we've been here. If I didn't want to kiss you, I wouldn't. If I didn't want to touch you, I wouldn't. You are what I want, Nico. You make me happy, and I feel better about things when I have you around.” Smiling, Percy ruffled Nico's hair. “However, if you do want to come to Germany, I'll need you to tell your sister. You.” He held up a hand when Nico opened his mouth. “Those are my terms. If this is what you want, you have to be the one to lay it out for your sister. If you want to stay with me, I won't let her take you, but this is something you have to do.”

Letting out a breath, Nico gave a nod. “I know.” He chewed on his lip for a moment before looking into those sea-green eyes. “I will tell her, I just need to find the right time.”

Percy kissed Nico's temple. “Don't wait too long. I think it would be better the sooner you did it.” Taking Nico's hand in his again, Percy started to walk. “Just...keep in mind things will need to be toned down some when we get back home. So, enjoy the affection while we are here, but we still have to be professional back home.”

Nico let out a sigh. “What will be different?”

“This.” Percy held up their hands. “It's not that I'm ashamed of you or don't want to, but you're still my employee that has to do their job. The closer we appear, the more certain clients will seek to exploit a weakness. I'm planning on reducing your time as time goes on, but clients will probably request ridiculous amounts of time with you. The picture of us together the other night probably won't help matters, to be honest.”

“I understand,” Nico whispered.

“Good.” Percy's brow furrowed. “No kissing in public, or just don't expect much of it at all.” He glanced at Nico when the boy came to a stop.

“Why not just let me quit now then?”

A sigh came from Percy and Nico glanced up at him. “Because, I don't want it to seem like you're just quitting because you're with me now. I don't think you want the others to think that of you either. But, if that's what you want, I can allow it.”

For a moment, Nico really did consider it. “It'll just be less as time goes on, right?” He mumbled. Percy gave a nod. “I suppose I can deal with it for another two months.”

“Month.”

“What?”

Percy rubbed the back of Nico's hand with his thumb. “I only ask a month. I'll give you the rest of your time in Los Angeles preparing for finals and getting things in order.” He let out a sigh. “And, if I'm not busy with one of the others, you're welcome to come sleep with me.”

That made Nico smile for a little while, until Eros's words from earlier came back to him. “I'm fine with that, but I have my own conditions.”

“You do?” Percy arched an eyebrow at him. “I wasn't aware that we were up for negotiations on your part.”

“Well, we are.” Standing strong, Nico crossed his arms and stood up straight, even though it didn't make him near as tall as Percy. He still just barely fit underneath the young man's chin. “If you're asking all of this from me, then I feel it only fair that I do the same to you.”

Percy smiled a little, which made Nico melt. “Okay, go ahead.”

“As this time passes, and my time is reduced, then you have to conduct hour negotiations with the other Lost Kids less. Well, at least in your usual fashion.”

For a moment, Percy was his usual unreadable self. He just stared at Nico with his sea-green eyes boring into Nico's very soul. But then he smiled, which eased Nico's nerves a lot. “You have yourself a deal.” Reaching out, he shook on it. “However, you suck at negotiations, since I was already planning on doing what you just asked of me.”

It was Nico's turn to smile. Percy really was amazing. It was true that the young man could be terrifying when he wanted to be, but Nico stopped being afraid of him a long time ago. Nico wrapped his arms around Percy's neck and leaned up for a kiss. Percy's hands found their way to Nico's hips and the Lost Boy let out a sigh of contentment.

Pulling back, Nico opened his eyes to stare into Percy's eyes. Their faces were still close, Percy even had his forehead resting against Nico's. And, for the first time in months, Nico said the one thing that he had once been terrified to say to the young man.

“I love you.”

He didn't care what Kronos said anymore, Nico had moved past that. Perhaps when he first said it, the Lost Boy didn't know if he truly meant what he said, but now he did. Nico did love Percy. Not only that, he was in love with him. He wanted this, his heart wanted it. He wanted all of Percy and to never let him go.

Percy smiled and kissed Nico's nose. “I know,” he said, adding another kiss to Nico's lips. “I really do care about you, Nico.”

For some reason, it didn't sting when Percy didn't say it back this time. Percy had come a long way, and Nico knew he was the first person that Percy had really had romantic feelings for. He could understand if Percy was still trying to sort through some of his feelings. This was all new to the green-eyed young man and Nico would happily wait patiently for it to be said back to him.

And, once again, Nico had to wonder if Percy was able to read his mind. The young man cupped the boy's face. “I just... I don't want you to think that I'll never say it back, I just need some time.” With a sigh, he finally released Nico and took a step back. “You mean a lot to me, Nico, and I promise you that I will say it to you eventually. But only when I'm ready.”

A wave of warmth coursed through Nico's body. “I know,” he said softly. “Take your time, it's fine, really.” He offered Percy a reassuring smile. “I do understand, believe me.”

For a while, Percy and Nico just walked in silence. They didn't hold hands, but their shoulders brushed from time to time. Given what all he just heard, Nico had a lot on his mind. It was a lot to take in. Everything was falling into place, and it looked like he could have the happy ending with Percy he had always hoped for. There were just two pressing issues that he still needed to address.

“Um, there's something else,” Nico finally confessed. “It's about the others back home.” Letting out a sigh, Nico came to a stop and looked up at Percy. “Would it be possible for them to come here when we move, if they wanted to?”

Percy blinked and scratched his cheek. “Well, I mean, there are a lot already here. I can't just up and move them, there needs to be Lost Kids back in Los Angeles. I'm not sure if the ones here would want to leave.”

“But isn't it possible?” The Lost Boy pursed his lips. “You'll be in charge, don't you make the rules? If they wanted to come, couldn't you arrange for it?” He lightly shook his head. “I don't want to lose all of them, I don't want to say goodbye to them. Can't they come? Or at least some of them? There has to be a way.”

Crossing his arms, Percy looked down at their feet. “Is this what's been bothering you?” He asked. Nico nodded. Percy clicked his tongue and rubbed at his jaw. “Nico, you're asking something very big here.”

“Please?” Nico pleaded, reaching out to take Percy's hand. “I really want them to come. Can you please do this for me? I won't ask for anything else, I promise.”

Percy chuckled and reached up to run his fingers through Nico's hair. “Don't make promises that you know you can't keep.” He let out a sigh when the pleading look in Nico's eyes did not go away. “I'll think about it. I will talk to them and see what they want. If they do-”

“Yes!” Nico shot his hands into the air.

Percy narrowed his eyes. “If they do, I will try and work something out, so they can be transferred to the German branch. But you realize that this will mean rooting up a lot of Lost Kids from here to make this happen, right?”

“Yes,” the brown-eyed boy said softly. “I just...don't want to lose our family. More family, for me anyways. I know I have to give up my sister, but I'd like to keep the family I've made at the Lotus.” Nico's eyes sparked with intrigue, his lips settling into a thin line. There was one last thing he needed to do. “And what about your position? I was curious if you figured out who you would choose.”

Letting out a long breath, Percy massaged his neck. “I think you're going to give me sore muscles from stress, if you keep up with these questions.” He let out another sigh and fixed Nico with a look. “It's still possible that I could change my mind, but I think I have my choice.”

“And?” Nico blinked curiously. When he first arrived at the Lotus, there was no way Nico could have pulled off such a poker face. Yet here he was now, doing exactly that. If Percy saw through it, though, he showed no sign of it. “I mean, Annabeth seems like the best choice to me. She's really smart, not to mention she already works to keep the Lost Kids in line. She's been at the hotel a long time, and I think she would be a natural at the position.”

“Do you?” Percy arched a brow at him.

Nico gulped. Was Percy on to him? “Yeah, of course. Don't you agree?”

Percy's lips tilted up and he placed an arm around Nico's back, guiding the boy back to Gaea's mansion. The fact that he didn't say anything, though, worried Nico a little. This was what he needed. If Nico wanted to ensure that Annabeth couldn't screw up Nico's relationship with Percy, she needed to be out of the picture. She needed to be put in a position that kept her far away from Percy, at least for the majority of the year. All that was left was to uncover her story, which meant Nico needed to talk to Luke.

As it turned out, that conversation would have to wait.

The amazing night Nico was having quickly came to an end when they found Luke and Kronos at the foot of the stairs inside the mansion. It didn't matter that there wasn't shouting, Nico knew nothing good could come from those two being alone together. And Nico's concern only grew when he saw the dark look in Luke's eyes and the manic grin on Kronos's face.

“Luke?” Nico called out as Percy shut the door. The blond didn't turn around. His jaw clenched as he glared at Kronos, his fists tightening at his sides. “Luke, come talk to me, I need your help with something.”

But as Nico reached out for him, Luke ripped his arm away. “Don't touch me,” he growled, causing the brown-eyed boy to draw back in surprise.

Instead of saying anything, though, Percy just stood there and watched. His eyes shifted from Kronos to Luke, his lips tilting down into a frown. Kronos just smiled innocently back at the young man, as if he had done nothing wrong at all. However, Nico's concern remained with the blond, who was currently on his way out the front door.

Without waiting around, Nico went after the blond, leaving Percy to deal with his brother. Nico doubted Kronos would get punished or anything, but he did hope that Percy chewed him out a little. Wishful thinking, even if he knew it probably wouldn't happen.

Luke kicked harshly at the grass beneath his feet. “I don't want to hear it.”

Nico pressed his lips together. “Do you want to talk about it? What did he say?”

“It doesn't really matter, now does it?” Luke whipped around and glared down at the other Lost Boy. “Why don't you just leave me alone? You know, since this is your fault.”

Nico's eyes widened a little. “How is it my fault?” He asked in surprise.

“Because,” Luke yelled, “you're the one that brought me to this godforsaken hellhole!” With his eyes blazing in anger, Luke pointed back at the house. “You're the one that had me get invited on the trip, the one that brought me around him!”

“I-I'm sorry. I just wanted to make up for your lack of a birthday.” Nico rubbed at his arm, unsure of what else to do. “It's only a few more days.”

“Yeah, and you don't have to deal with him. He's not bothering you.”

That was actually very true. But, if Nico had to guess, it was probably due to the fact that he was usually around Percy. If not Percy, Nico was usually with someone, and Kronos seemed to target people more often when he could catch them alone. And Nico had really not been alone once since he got to Germany.

With a grunt, Luke turned and shoved his hands into his pockets, heading away from the mansion. Nico blinked a few times before taking a few steps after him. “Wait,” the raven haired boy called out.

“No.” Without warning, Luke stopped, turned around, and pushed Nico away. “Stay away. I'm going to the arcade, you can just go back inside and enjoy the rest of your night. Now get the fuck away from me.”

Nico did not try to follow this time when Luke walked off. He let out a heavy sigh before he turned around and headed back inside. This sucked. Why did Kronos have to be here?

When Nico stepped inside, he found Percy sitting on the stairs. The young man smiled and stood up, offering his hand out to Nico. “Everything okay?”

“No,” Nico whispered. He took Percy's hand and let the young man lead him upstairs. “Luke is upset, said he was going to the arcade.”

Percy nodded. “He just needs to cool off.” He glanced at Nico from the corner of his eyes. “If it's really bothering you, we can check up on him in the morning, after he's cooled off.” A smile spread across the young man's lips. “I have the day off, so I thought I'd take you around Berlin. You should actually see the city while we're here, not just see it through a car window.”

Nico let out a breath. “I'd like that.”

The next morning turned out to be quite eventful. Percy had let Nico sleep in, which meant that Nico missed breakfast. However, the way that Percy finally woke him up had been very enjoyable. But it was not until Nico and Percy knocked on Luke's door that Nico got the start to his very interesting day.

It took a few knocks, but Nico finally heard movement from inside Luke's room. The door finally opened, revealing a dark room and Luke, who was clad only in his boxers. His hair was a complete mess and...were those scratch marks on his chest? He didn't look irritated anymore, though, which was a relief.

“Um, good morning?” Nico mumbled, partially looking around Luke's room.

Percy had a slight smirk on his face. “Have a good night there, Luke?”

Stretching his arms over his head, Luke gave a shrug. “I suppose.”

“Uh-huh.” Arching a brow, Percy reached around the corner and flipped on the lights.

The bed looked like a complete disaster area. The comforter was mostly on the floor, which also contained clothes. Not just Luke's clothes either, but a second pair. Which brought Nico's attention to the brown head of hair that poked out from the mass of sheets that had been bunched up around the person laying there, who seemed to still be asleep.

It took Nico a moment, but then it hit him just where he'd seen that hair before. “Is that...Eros?” He asked, pointing to the bed.

Percy slipped his hands into his pockets. “I guess you did have a good night.” He grinned and kicked at Luke's shirt, which was still on the floor. “Mind explaining why your clothes are wet?”

Coughing, Luke rubbed at his arm. “We had a late night swim?”

“In your clothes?” Percy replied, unconvinced. “Eros would swim naked, so I'm not sure I buy that.” With a grin, he shook his head. “But I am glad to see that you're enjoying yourself.”

Nico was still having a hard time just wrapping his head around all of this. Luke...and Eros...had sex? The guy that Luke said irritated him? Well, he knew Eros had been interested in getting Luke into bed, so it seemed like he succeeded in his endeavors.

“Um,” Nico managed to finally get out, “I was wondering if you wanted to go with me to the arcade? Percy has some things he has to take care of, then we were going to go into Berlin, if you wanted to join.”

Uh...” Luke glanced over his shoulder, scratching at his head. “Give me a few minutes to get cleaned up.”

Twenty minutes later, Nico and Luke were out the door. Eros must have left at some point, because when Nico came back to fetch Luke, the brunet was gone. Luke had yet to comment on the whole thing. In fact, the blond barely took his eyes off his feet.

However, Nico came to a stop when he found the second part of his interesting morning. Across the way, several men were in the process of pulling a golf cart out of the pond that was between Gaea's mansion and the hotel. When he noticed it, Luke's ears turned slightly red. Nico just glanced between Luke and the pond. Oh yeah, they had a late night swim all right.

They had about an hour to kill in the arcade, which was just fine with Nico. But it seemed like more maintenance people were in the arcade as well. Lou was staring at the men as they worked on a pinball machine, which had its glass barrier cracked, like something heavy had been dropped on it. The back legs had also been broken, which seemed to be the primary concern of the maintenance workers.

“Something happen?” Nico asked the Lost Girl as they walked up to the counter.

Lou simply shrugged. “I found it like this when I came in this morning.”

Nico glanced over at Luke, who was not even bothering to pay attention to Lou or the machine. “Luke, didn't you come here last night when you got upset? Did you see anything?”

Slowly, Luke shook his head. “Nope, can't say that I did.”

And then walked in the cherry to Nico's morning. Eros came in with a huge smile on his face, his arms stretching over his head. He walked straight up to Luke and wrapped his arms around the blond's neck from behind. “Alors, on retourne sur le lieu du crime?”

Whatever Eros said, Lou narrowed her eyes at the two of them. “Did you...?” She shivered. “Gross. Come on, Eros, this is my work place.”

The brunet pouted, not even bothering to release Luke. “It's not like I have never covered for you before. And I didn't stop you when you-”

“Okay!” Lou's face turned a little red. She let out a sigh and rubbed her temple. “I'm going to have to sterilize that when they fix it.”

Sticking his tongue out at the girl playfully, Eros nuzzled against Luke's back. Finally, Luke huffed and pried himself free of the brunet's arms. “I don't recall signing up for all this affection when I fucked you.” The blond's blue eyes darted over to a woman that gasped and covered her son's ears as she passed them. “I don't like the touching.”

Biting down on his lip, Eros trailed a finger down Luke's chest. “That's not how it was last night.” The brunet rubbed at his back. “Though, I am still a little sore from the first and third time.” With a devilish grin, he winked at the blond. “Though, you were very gentle when you took off my wet clothes after getting back to your room. And you seemed to really enjoy the way I used my tongue to-”

“Shut up,” Luke growled clamping a hand over the brunet's mouth. “No more talking, asshole.” He glared down at Eros, who seemed much too pleased with himself. “Anyways, what the fuck are you doing here?”

“Oh.” Reaching under the counter, Lou pulled out a laser tag gun. “Eros monitors the laser tag area once or twice a week.”

With a grin, Eros pointed his newly acquired gun at Luke. “Pew pew.”

Luke sighed and rolled his eyes. “Why did I have sex with you?”

Eros bit down on his lip and held the gun behind his head. “I thought it was because I have a great ass and am amazing in bed, which we seem to have in common.” He only grinned more when Luke shot him an annoyed look. “So, my room or yours tonight?”

“Neither,” Luke grumbled. “It was just one night.”

Eros just tilted his head to the side. “We shall see.”

“Come on, twerp,” Luke muttered, taking Nico by the arm and taking him to the other side of the arcade.

Nico glanced at the blond as he started a Pac-Man game. “Um, I didn't think you would turn down sex.”

“Don't want to talk about it.”

“I mean, if you enjoyed it...” Nico trailed off. His brow furrowed when Luke didn't answer. “I think Eros likes you, or at least likes having sex with you. Well, I mean, he's been kind of taken with you since we first arrived.” Still nothing. He let out a sigh. “You're not interested at all?”

For a brief second, Luke glanced at Nico. “It was just sex, no need to go and add that feelings shit you're so passionate about.” Cracking his neck, Luke went back to his game.

Nico actually smiled at that. By now, Nico knew Luke well enough to see through his little act. Deep down, even if he didn't want to admit it, Luke had to have some sort of interest in Eros. Perhaps it was just sexual, or maybe there were real feelings involved. Either way, this was the blond's normal defense mechanism.

Which then made Nico frown. What was Luke worried about? Why did he feel the need to feel defensive? The raven haired boy's dark eyes watched the blond carefully. Well, perhaps there were two things that Nico needed to talk to Luke about now.

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Translations:
Quel heure est-il, Cecil? [What time is it, Cecil?]
You! Qu'est-ce que tu veux, bordel? J'essayais de pécho hier soir, et t'arrives et tu gâches tous ! [What the fuck do you want? I was trying to get laid last night, and then you go and ruin it!]
Eros, en Anglais, s'il te plaît. [In English, please, Eros]
Quelle salope. [What a bitch]
boules[balls]
mon petit [my little one]
Excellente idée [An excellent idea]
Alors, on retourne sur le lieu du crime?[Back to the scene of the crime?]