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Title: Drunken Dare – Leading to New Developments

Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians / Heroes of Olympus; post both series

PJatO Disclaimer: All rights reserved to Rick Riordan for he created the awesomeness that is Nico di Angelo. And everything else related to Percy Jackson and the Olympians / Heroes of Olympus. Aside from the Gods, of course. They are all copyright by the old Greeks. This fanfiction on the other hand is entirely mine. No money is made with this, though reviews are more than welcomed.

Warnings: shounen-ai, foursome-in-the-making, mpreg, fluff, h/c, explicit intercourse, anal, oral, doubling, spanking, D/s (light), bondage, orgasm denial, shoujo-ai, hetero

Main Pairing: Trend/Sander/Donny/Sam

Side Pairings: Trend/Sam, Sander/Donny, Herc/Thea, Joe/Nico, Marshall/Sara, Nico/Percy, Paul/Sally

Own Characters: Samuel Elijah James Raser III, Trend Ignatius Austin, Hades Poseidon di Angelo, Chrysander Rodriguez, Theadora Tiphane McLean, Hercules Grace, Joanna Foxx, Nicole Esperanza Zhang, Sara Mers, Marshall Mikaelson, Derek Rhys, Jolene Raser, Cornelia Salene Raser di Angelo

Percy Jackson Characters: Perseus Jackson, Nico di Angelo, Will Solace, Sally Jackson, Paul Blofis

Summary: Set two years after 'Chasing Fireflies'! The friends are celebrating and a drunken Herc asks Sander and Trend which of their bottoms would bottom if Sam and Donny had gotten together. Alone in their apartment, Sander and Trend find themselves curious and ask their lovers. They get a show they'll never forget and that will, once the awkward morning after settles in, change it all.

Drunken Dare

Leading to New Developments

Chapter 1: Don't You Dare...

The Raser di Angelo apartment was beautiful and elegant. And colorful.

The bathroom was black and dark blue, with checkered tiles and the most giant bathtub and shower possible, because a legacy of Poseidon was living in this house. The bath needed to be comfortable and beautiful and with much access to water. Donny had made sure of that.

The kitchen was red – in about a hundred different shades of red. Because it was Sam's realm and the other boys knew better than to mess with Sam's kitchen. Literally everything was one or another shade of red. Because Sam had picked every piece to fit his needs.

The living room had been where Sander had gotten to be creative, because he was a legacy of traveling, so he knew very well about rest. It was cozy and comfortable, with large, long couches, a giant flat-screen and an even larger shelf against the wall for their shared DVD collection (and four teen boys did get quite the large collection together). Sander had picked everything in turquoise.

The last room – aside from the two bedrooms – was the office. Which, of course, had been turned into a kind of library-slash-study. Trend didn't want distracting colors, so all was shades of gray.

Now that the two couples had finished everything the way they had pictured it, they of course had to celebrate their very own and first apartment. So they invited their friends over for drinks.

For two hours now, their best and closest friends were over and emptying the liquor cabinet and the fridge in equal parts. Sara, Donny and Sam were standing on top of the table, singing old Irish pub songs (Sam tried to teach the other two how to properly pronounce the Irish. It was a failure, but it was fun). Thea and Nico were debating something of utmost importance. If red wine was better or white wine. They both had very slurred and valid arguments. The other five – Joe, Marshall, Herc, Trend and Sander – were playing poker and watching their friends in amusement.

"What's on your mind, Grace? You're staring way too intensely at my Sammy", grunted Trend.

"Always the protective and possessive jerk", snorted the blonde Roman amused, averting his eyes to look at the cards in his hands again. "Nothing, really. Just been thinking..."

"That's a rare one", teased Joe amused, her eyes trailing over to her girlfriend.

Joe knew what red wine did to Nico. Not that she was stupid enough to try and take the glass away from the older tinkerer – Nico was a possessive drunk. Possessive of her drinks.

"What are you thinking about, Hercules?", asked Marshall in that deep, low voice of his.

"Just... possibilities", mumbled Herc with a shrug.

"What kind of possibilities?", urged even Sander now, curious what his best friend was thinking.

Electric-blue eyes wandered back to where Sam was dancing on the table, with Donny and Sara under his arms, all three barking out lyrics. The other poker-players followed his gaze curiously.

"Sam was the first to get to Donny. First date and all. Let's think how that could have turned out", started Herc. "I mean, we all know that Donny was too much in love with Sander to seriously try a relationship and that Sam was actually very much in love with Trend. But, let's picture it for a second. The two would have enjoyed the date, gone onto a second and a third and so on."

Joe, Marshall, Trend and Sander seemed to have some trouble picturing it at first, but after a moment, they all nodded. The five of them observed how Sam ruffled Donny's hair as the Disney Princess kissed Sam's cheek, both his arms around the son of Ares' waist. Those two as a couple wasn't that hard to picture. They had always been very affectionate.

"What are you getting at, Herc?", asked Sander confused. "Because if you're trying to plant images of my other best friend and my husband together in my head, you succeeded. Congrats."

"That's not it", huffed Herc and shook his head. "I mean, Donny is, well, the... bottom in your relationship, right? Well, not that hard to guess, looking at him. And Sam is... your bottom, right Austin? So, if they're both bottoms, which one of them would have topped...?"

"Your mind is a sick, dirty and weird place, Hercules Grace", laughed Joe amused. "Now play."

The others joined her laughter and the game continued, forgetting the comment nearly instantly. Not all of them though. Sander's eyes kept wandering between his cards and the image of Sam and Donny dancing, the question pondering in the back of his head. Trend had similar thoughts throughout the rest of the night, his eyes not leaving Sam. Even though he had stopped being jealous of Sander and Donny months ago, the only boys he could even allow close to his Sammy without having a fit. But right now, there was a surge of something going through him. Not jealousy, exactly. More a kind of urgent curiosity. Something purely Athena.

/break\

It was far after midnight, closer to dawn than dusk, when their friends left. Sam was hanging off Nico's and Joe's necks, hugging the two tinkerers tightly.

"You can't take my tinkerers away! We drank to eternal brotherhood!", exclaimed Sam.

""We have to go home", chuckled Joe amused, trying to pry her girlfriend from him.

"No! You can't take my war brat away! We drank to eternal sisterhood!", whined Nico with a pout.

"Drunkards", snorted Sara from where she was leaning against Marshall's chest.

The son of Enyo had his arms wound around his fiance's waist, supporting Sara who was far too drunk herself. Marshall, Sara, Joe and Nico would make their way to New Rome. Trend had some doubts that they would reach their destination. Thea was teary-eyed as she hugged Donny.

"My little boy! So big, moving away from New Athens", sobbed Thea.

"I've been married for over a year now. I'm not a little boy anymore", chuckled Donny amused.

"You'll always be the little boy she had to protect from bullies", pointed Hercules out.

"Yes, yes, enough now. Get out of our apartment. I want to sleep!", grunted Sander annoyed, pushing the others out and slowly closing the door. "Love you all! Bye! Be safe!"

"No sleeping, Rodriguez", snorted Sam and rolled his eyes. "First, we'll clean."

"We can do that tomorrow", pointed Sander out, glaring.

"Tomorrow, you'll be hungover and sleep the whole day", grunted Sam and rolled his eyes again.

"Sam's right", agreed Trend, cocking one eyebrow.

The four boys started to get rid of all the remains of the party. Half-empty bowls of chips and popcorn, dozens of empty bottles and the stains from dips and alcohol on the couches. Donny and Sam chatted softly, noticing very well how silent their lovers were and how much they seemed to be observing the duo. Something was off there. The question was; What? Once their living room was back to its regular, tidy state (having someone as obsessively clean as Sam in their apartment would prove to be quite handy), Donny and Sam sat down on one couch and stared at their partners.

"Okay, what's going on with you?", asked Sam curiously as the other two boys just continued to stare at them as though Donny and him were extremely interesting. "Why are you staring at us?"

"Something stupid that Herc said", answered Sander awkwardly, blushing.

"Okay?", grunted Donny, raising one eyebrow. "What did he say this time?"

"Something about that date you had, back before we got together", replied Trend calmly.

"I remember that", grinned Sam broadly, nudging Donny. "Most awkward date ever."

"But it was fun", giggled the younger boy, leaning against the son of Ares. "So, what did Herc say? I mean, that's been like two years ago now, after all. What's it?"

"He just started about how... well, I mean, you both prefer to bottom, so he asked which one of you would have been the bottom if the two of you would have started dating", rambled Sander.

Sam and Donny stared at them for another minute before they turned to eye each other. Sander shifted awkwardly, still blushing and embarrassed upon his own thoughts. Trend's gaze was more investigative as he looked from Donny to Sam and back, calculating the level of their affection and trying to figure out how it may go if they would have become a couple.

"Well, if we would have gotten together back then, I would have topped. Obviously", answered Sam after a pause, startling the others. "I mean, I was... trying to be someone else back then. There was no way I would have bottomed for anyone. The fact aside that he's, well, the Disney Princess."

The other three boys nodded, their eyes trained onto the carpet. It had been nearly two years now, but the mention of anything concerning Sam and Leroy still made them slightly awkward. Sam rolled his eyes and leaned back against the couch, waiting for them to pass the awkward.

"You're right", agreed Donny after a moment, resting his arms on his knees. "Back then."

"Mh? You think today would be different?", asked the son of Ares curiously.

"You are different", shrugged Donny thoughtful. "We are different. I know now why you always topped and how much you actually disliked it. And after all the stories you told me about what you and Trend are up to in bed, I also know that you're too comfortable and happy being who you are to ever try being someone you are not. And that would be a top. You and me are too close and I care too much about you to put you through something you're uncomfortable with."

"So you're saying that if right now we'd get together, you would top?", snorted Sam amused.

Trend and Sander, whose eyes silently kept darting between Sam and Donny during their conversation, now settling on Donny. Storm-gray eyes flared with the need to know.

"Is it really that weird to imagine that I could top too?", huffed Donny and rolled his eyes. "I mean, you don't look like the 'average bottom' either. But you think I can't top because I don't look like a top? And for your information, I would like to know what it feels like. There, I said it. Sue me."

"B—But you never said anything before!", exclaimed Sander, giving his best kicked-puppy-eyes.

"Oh, mio eroes", laughed Donny softly. "You're just that. You're my hero. My knight in shining armor. You're my strength and I... I don't want you like that. I don't know, it would be weird. No."

Trend tried to hide his amused grin as he watched Sander sink back in utter relief. Those two were quite adorable, he had to hand it to them. Leaning back too, Trend grabbed one of the four cool beers they had brought for themselves for the cleaning. He needed more alcohol.

"But I'm not your hero? I feel insulted", grunted Sam with a frown.

"It's different. When we became friends, we got... I don't know, I got to see your all playful and vulnerable side. You're different than Sander", shrugged Donny thoughtful. "And like I said, I care too much about you to put you into a situation that you don't like."

"So the ultimate answer to Hercules' question is that in the past, Donny would have bottomed while in today's setting... Sammy would bottom", summarized Trend with a calculating frown. "I'm not quite sure if I can accept this hypothesis without some facts to verify."

"Heh?", grunted Sander confused, his eyes crossed in drunken confusion.

"He's not believing it until he sees it", translated the son of Ares amused, before frowning and leaning back some. "So what, Khan? Want to watch the Disney Princess fuck me?"

"I don't know", shrugged Trend, staring at him. "Depends on whether or not you want the Disney Princess to fuck you. You two have always been just that edge too touchy-feely for my taste."

"Wow... That would be so hot...", whispered Sander in total awe.

"You are such an adorable drunk, mio eroe", chuckled Donny amused, cocking one eyebrow. "So you two utter pervs want to watch how I fuck Sam? Perverts. Can you believe them?"

Giggling childishly, Donny leaned more against Sam, nudging the brunette to join his laughter. Though as Sam failed to join in, Donny lifted his gaze to stare up at the furiously blushing brunette. Sam was biting his lower lip and decidedly not looking at Donny. How curious.

"Sam?", asked Donny softly, leaning in some more, one hand resting on Sam's thigh.

"I just can't picture you as a dominant person, I mean, outside of quests and fighting!", exclaimed the embarrassed son of Ares, pointing at the other two boys. "They are tops, but you? I just-"

He was interrupted by soft, but very determined, lips. Sam grunted into the kiss and fell back onto the couch. With him fell Donny but the Sea Prince didn't let that interrupt him. His fingers were clawed into the dark, red shirt as he adjusted himself to sit between Sam's legs. The kiss was way firmer than Sam would have pictured any kiss with Donny to be. Not that he had ever pictured kissing Donny. But Sander had been right, Donny truly tasted like sea water and pomegranates and somehow, in a weird way, it was a delicious combination.

"Yeah, I was right. That totally is hot", nodded Sander to himself, shifting a bit to adjust his hardening cock. "Would be even hotter with less clothes..."

Even though Trend wanted to object – because this was his Sammy and the image of any other man with his Sammy shouldn't be that hot – it was just too arousing in a strange way to disagree. Maybe because Trend had gotten so used to Donny and Sander being all over his lover that this looked like the next logical step to the logical part of his brain. With all the trust and the cuddling, the shared secrets and connections. In a way, this looked like what was supposed to happen next.

"Well, I'm sure we could arrange that", grinned Donny with an edge of wickedness as he ran his hands up and down Sam's torso. "Or is that your wallet poking me in the thigh, Sam?"

"Uh... I...", stuttered Sam, his dark, green eyes unnaturally wide as he stared up at Donny.

"Is this too much, Sam?", asked Donny tentatively and backed off some. "I'm sorry."

"Stop doing that!", growled Sam annoyed and grabbed Donny's hand. "Stop always looking away and falling silent when the conversation as much as scratches the topic of my past! Stop always acting as though I'd get a panic-attack if I'm kissed without a warning! How often do I have to tell you that I'm not some fucking glass-doll?! So no, I don't think you could top me if you can't even manage to kiss me without getting all guilty-eyed like a puppy chewing a shoe!"

"Urgh, why do you have to make everything so complicated when people are just trying to be nice to you?!", groaned Donny frustrated and grabbed the collar of Sam's shirt. "Come here, idiot."

A breathless grunt was the last thing that managed to escape Sam's lips before Donny crashed their lips together in a rather harsh kiss. Sam blinked a couple of times before closing his eyes and wrapping his arms around Donny's neck. Humming pleased into the kiss, Donny started to tug on the red shirt, pushing it up to Sam's shoulders before breaking the kiss.

"I am so going to dominate you!", declared Donny determined.

Sam stared at him doe-eyed before bursting into laughter. "Fuck. I told you before, don't say shit like that. No one says shit like that. That's just... Oh. Uhm... Don't look at me like that? Please?"

"Like what?", challenged Donny as he pulled the shirt off the other boy.

"Like you're me and I'm bacon?", grunted the son of Ares, backing off some.

"And why not?", grinned Donny broadly, letting the shirt fall down onto the floor and placing his hands on Sam's shoulders. "You say I can't top you. I think it's more a matter of you not being ready to bottom for me. I don't think you're man enough to let someone like me dominate you."

"Reversed psychology?", snorted Sam and rolled his eyes. "You really think that shit works on me? Don't think my ma didn't already try every trick in the book when she first noticed my nightmares."

"Well, I'm not your mom", pointed Donny out, not falling for the bait and getting all 'guilty puppy', as Sam liked to phrase it, instead he let his hands wander down Sam's arms. "I always liked those."

"I know", laughed Sam softly, flexing his biceps. "Only them?"

Donny grinned amused and trailed his hands back up, along the shoulders and down Sam's chest toward his sixpack, where he rested them. "Maybe I could find a thing or six else..."

"So you're really going to do it?", interrupted Sander, his eyes wide and pupils blown.

Sam and Donny jumped slightly. They had nearly forgotten about their respective partners, who were just sitting there and watching them. Blushing brightly, the two bottoms returned their stares.

"Uhm... Well... I was just in the middle of getting into it", pointed Donny out, tracing the seam of Sam's jeans. "But... I mean, we're married. And I'm drunk. Tomorrow, this will probably look like a completely stupid idea. Right now, I feel really curious and horny."

"You're always horny when you're drunk", grinned Sander broadly. "I like the idea!"

"Because you're completely wasted too", snorted Trend amused, patting the brunette's hair. "But so am I. I never thought I'd find the idea of another cock inside my Sammy that arousing."

"Sounds like it's up to you, Sam", whispered Donny, playing with the button of the jeans.

"Craiceann a dbualadh, mo farraige dorcha", challenged the son of Ares softly.

"What's that?", asked Donny doe-eyed, shuddering a little at the sound of the foreign words.

"Something like 'Let's have sex'. Though I'm not sure about the second part. That's new."

"So he's doing that often?", mumbled Sander surprised, his eyes crossed in concentration.

"When we have sex, he sometimes slips back to his mother tongue", shrugged the son of Athena.

"The second part means 'Dark Sea', idiots", snorted Sam and rolled his eyes, a little flushed.

"Is that so?", grinned Donny delighted and opened Sam's jeans. "Well then, mio principe di guerra."

"I'm too drunk for you guys to be talking in two languages I don't understand!", whined Sander.

Donny rolled his eyes at his husband before pulling the son of Ares up onto his knees so he could push the jeans down, noticing that Sam went commando. "Come here, my War Prince."

Laughing softly, Sam leaned in to steal a kiss, before he got pushed down onto the couch again. Donny pulled the jeans off completely, leaving Sam naked. Propping himself up on his elbows, Sam stared at Donny a little nervously while the Sea Prince got naked himself. Once both boys were bare, Donny let his hands roam over Sam's torso once more, enjoying the strong muscles.

"You look nervous, Sammy", observed Trend. "If this makes you uncomfortable, I'm against it."

"It's not the bad kind of nervous, Khan", huffed the embarrassed son of Ares. "I just... never had sex with anyone aside from you. I've always wanted to know what it'd feel like, with others. But..."

"But we got together right away and I kept you to myself since then", nodded the blonde.

"Then... yay for new experiences?", offered Donny with a soft smile.

"Yay for new experiences", grinned Sam, head cocked. "Show me what you got, Disney Princess."

Taking him up on that offer, Donny caressed Sam's thighs tenderly waiting for the son of Ares to slowly spread his legs. Until they were opened wide enough. One hand wrapped around Sam's half-hard cock, he pulled a box out from under the couch with the other and got a bottle of lube out.

"You two have lube stocked in our living room...?", grunted Trend displeased.

"Hey, the apartment is awesome. We have lube stocked everywhere!", answered Sander proudly.

Rolling his eyes at the stupidly grinning brunette, Trend returned his attention to Sam and Donny. It really shouldn't be such a turn-on, but the way the half-Italian worked Sam's hole and the way Sam arched his back at every thrust was just too enchanting.

"You're tight", noted Donny surprised. "I would have thought that after nearly two years of the Monstrosity, you'd be... well, really loose. But wow, you feel really tight."

"Blessing from Aphrodite. She really likes me. And she's a perv", answered Sam with a grin.

"Mh, se la divinità grazie", smiled Donny amused, lubing his cock up. [trans: Thank the gods]

His slick fingers went back to tracing Sam's sixpack, tickling along the way up to the brunette's nipples. With his right hand, Donny took a pink knob and twirled it slightly, electing a moan from the son of Ares. The left hand went down to Sam's leg, hoisting it up so he got better access. Leaning down, he kissed Sam once more. While he slowly eased his member inside, his lips trailed down Sam's neck, which was hastily bared for better access. Sucking on Sam's pulse-point earned him the best sounds from the brunette, so he returned to it once he had kissed along the collarbone and bitten a pink nipple. Every time Sam stiffened beneath him in discomfort, Donny bit a little harder, sucked with more vigor, did everything to distract the brunette until he relaxed.

"You know, you can move, di Angelo", grunted Sam after a moment.

"Let me enjoy the moment for a second, Raser", replied Donny nonchalantly, lifting his head to lock eyes with the brunette. "This is my first time being... well, inside someone."

"Oh... uhm...", was all the son of Ares could answer, blushing slightly. "Okay."

"How is it?", asked Sander eagerly, edging closer until he fell off the couch. "Ouch..."

"Idiot", muttered Trend affectionately and helped the brunette up. "Well, di Angelo?"

"I—It's... tight and warm and kind of... wow...", answered Donny softly, giving it a slow trust.

"So~o, you like me?", asked Sam teasingly and with a cheeky grin.

"You feel great", replied the legacy of Poseidon with a smile, kissing Sam again. "So tight."

"Well, then move", ordered the mohawked boy, grabbing Donny's neck and pulling him into a fierce kiss. "Right now, or you'll really regret it, di Angelo."

"He's a demanding bottom", pointed Trend out.

"Captain Obvious", laughed Sander and nudged the blonde, remaining leaned against Trend.

Sam was surprised at how well synched Donny's hand-to-dick movement was. With every well-placed thrust, Donny jerked Sam off. Demanding teeth reattached themselves to Sam's pulse-point.

"Principe di guerra", whispered Donny, his voice incredibly sexy with the Italian. "Let me show you a little trick I learned. I'm sure you're going to enjoy it. Thoroughly. You trust me?"

"Is ea, mo farraige dorcha", nodded the son of Ares determined. [trans: Yes, my Dark Sea]

Donny placed his right hand on top of Sam's chest, spreading his fingers, sea-green eyes closed in concentration. Nervousness surged through Sam once more. No, not nervousness. Something far more intense. A rush, similar to what he felt during a fight. Heat, boiling within. Moaning hoarsely, he threw his head back, bucking his hips up as he felt a pull within his balls.

"W—What are you d—doing to me, Don?", gasped Sam heatedly.

His arms found their way around Donny's neck, desperately clinging to his lover as his body melted into every thrust from the half-Italian. And with Donny's increasing tempo, the heat rose too.

"I'm controlling your water", answered Donny with a wicked grin. "Speeding it up. Making your blood pump faster, like it does when you feel the adrenaline within you. I can edge you close to your orgasm by controlling your fluids alone."

"The tickling feeling in the balls!", yelped Sander and nodded vigorously. "He does that too!"

"Fuck!", groaned Sam, clenching his eyes close as he felt his orgasm close. "Táim ag teacht!" [trans: I'm cuming]

Donny thrust more fiercely, his fingers curled tighter around Sam's cock and his teeth back to scratching the bared neck. The intense feeling of his own heightened body-temperature and sped-up blood circulation was the last thing to drive Sam over the edge. Donny cunningly caught most of Sam's cum with his hand, bringing it up to Sam's lips. The palm was demandingly presented to Sam and the brunette didn't find it in himself to disobey, so his tongue started to lapse at the sticky hand. Donny offered him a praising smile and licked what had hit the back of his hand to get a taste of the son of Ares too, while he gave it some more harsh, short thrusts. Enjoying the tightening of Sam's muscles and the tentative licks of Sam's tongue, Donny too reached his orgasm. He thrust so deep into the brunette that Sam nearly hit his head on the arm rest of the couch with the force driving him forward, before Donny emptied himself inside the older boy. Removing his by now clean hand from between their mouths, Donny placed his lips on top of Sam's in a soft kiss.

"Your orgasm felt great", whispered Donny surprised. "That was the best part. Aside from the sounds you made when I hit your prostate. And when I bit your neck. You're totally into vampires, aren't you? Heh. That was kind of cute, actually. Now clench down."

"What...?", mumbled Sam confused, his eyes a little unfocused.

"Clench down so I can pull out. We've been removing enough stains from this couch tonight."

The son of Ares nodded obediently and yawned widely. He was suddenly feeling very drained. But he still did as he was told, clenching down tightly as Donny slowly pulled out. A small whimper escaped his lips, even though he normally contained them quite well. But at the moment he felt way too exhausted to care. He watched with half-lid eyes how Donny went through the box he had brought forth earlier. With a triumphant grin, Donny held a blue butt-plug up. Slowly pushing Sam's legs apart again, he eased the plug in, earning him a content humming from Sam.

"Is good", nodded the son of Ares pleased and yawned.

"I figured", laughed Donny amused and leaned up to kiss Sam's nose. "Like I said, no stains. And after what I just did to you, I doubt you're in any state to walk back to bed."

"Mhmh, no walking...", agreed Sam sleepily, wrapping his arms around Donny's waist. "Cuddles..."

"And he's a post-coital cuddler", stated Trend softly, with a fond smile.

"I notice", mumbled Donny from where he was pressed against Sam's chest.

The son of Athena chuckled amused as he watched how Donny relaxed into the embrace and snuggled up to the mohawked boy. Light snoring interrupted his observation. But Donny wasn't asleep yet and in all the twenty-one months of sharing a bed with Sam, the son of Ares had never snored, not even once. Turning his head slightly, he looked as Sander, who was contently snuggled up to him and snoring away like a baby bear. Trend could probably just go to bed, but it would be sort of mean to let the others sleep on the couch and he was too drunk and tired to carry them all, so he just accepted his fate and laid down more comfortably, tugging Sander under his arm. The brunette hummed pleased and cuddled up to him. Somehow it felt familiar. A lot like holding Sam. The two boys were very similar after all, though Sander was maybe half an inch taller and a bit broader than Sam. And he didn't smell like Sam, of course. But it still felt good.

Donny had a small smile on his lips as he stared over at his husband, who was snuggled up to the handsome, strong blonde, nearly melting into the one-armed embrace from the son of Athena. Sam beneath him grunted slightly and shifted them so he was half spooning Donny. Not really since the legacy of Poseidon/Hades was facing Sam. Strong arms around his shoulders held him in place, not that there was anywhere where Donny would rather be than in Sam's arms right now. Cuddling a little closer to his War Prince, Donny leaned up enough to kiss Sam's lips softly, cupping his cheek.

"Ti amo, mio principe di guerra", whispered Donny softly against rosy lips, knowing the other three boys were already deep asleep, even Trend having fallen asleep by now. "Mine." [trans: I love you, my War Prince]

Author's note: Since so many wanted to see it, here's the foursome. It's a five-chapter story. Next chapter will have them facing the consequences of a drunken dare... ;) Also, I tried with putting translations right behind the foreign stuff that is not being translated in conversation. That good or bothersome?