For this chapter, a Percy x Hestia lemon and towards the end some Percy x Apollo naked spooning. Consider this your warning.

Percy gave his mom and dad a hug and waved at them as they teleported back to their penthouse. They'd just returned from the Labyrinth, Chaos popping them out on the edge of the forest. Chaos and Sally figured their part in the small adventure was over and left Percy and Grover to handle introducing Grover as the new God of the Wild to the nature spirits of the camp.

Grover led Percy into the woods, which despite attending camp for two summers Percy still didn't have fully mapped out.

"So, are you king of the satyrs now or something?" Percy asked to make conversation.

"The Council of Cloven Elders was founded to replace Pan's role as our leader. I basically have to tell a trio of power-mad politicians that they're out of a job," Grover said with weariness. He seemed to have aged or matured before his time ever since inheriting Pan's ancient power.

"Grover… you ok? I mean, less than half an hour ago you thought you'd be proudly escorting Pan back. Now he's gone and you're his successor. If you need a few days to process, no one would blame you," Percy tried to advise.

Grover shook his head. "There's too much important work to be done. We need to start yesterday." Grover reached up to rub his face. "Gods, if we'd invested half as much effort into protecting the wild as we did into searching for Pan to do it for us…"

"You can't get hung up on the past. There's no changing it. The future, that's at least partly under our control. And hey, if you ever feel overwhelmed, remember your best friend is king of the gods," Percy grinned as he laid a comforting hand on Grover's shoulder.

Grover gave a grin to Percy, and then led them to a clearing in the woods. Taking out his reed pipes, Grover brought them to his lips. And then he began to play.

Percy had heard Grover practice his music before. He'd been pleasant enough to listen to, but now the music coming from his pipes was different. Otherworldly. Magical. Percy felt like sunshine and the smell of a clearing of wildflowers and the melody of the wind through the trees was contained in the notes Grover played. Grover played a song of homecoming, of gathering, of returning to one's roots. It was a call to all nature spirits, and it carried out the clearing throughout the camp.

The nymphs, the satyrs, the animals of the forest, all who were intimately tied to nature who heard the song came to find the player. Grover played with all his heart and soul for five minutes, and then ended. And the world seemed dimmer for it. Percy was amazed at Grover's new power. Percy wondered if he could ever recreate such a feat… he'd probably manage nothing but a poor mockery of that pure summons from the God of the Wild.

Grover faced the entirety of the nature spirits who called Camp Half-Blood home. "I am Grover Underwood, and I come bearing news." He took a deep breath. "I swear on the Styx that I found the great god Pan and saw him fade. He is no more. May the Fates cut me down if I lie."

There was a rumble of thunder from the sky. Grover's audience broke out in near hysterics as the truth of his statement was realized in their minds.

"He lies!" roared an elderly satyr, not as old as Pan had been but definitely no spring chicken.

"How can he, Leneus? He swore on the Styx!" protested another old satyr.

"He… he must be lying! The great god Pan cannot be dead!"

"Pan is dead," Grover spoke firmly. "But before he faded, he passed his powers down to a successor."

"Who?" called a third middle-aged satyr. Percy had a feeling he'd identified the members of the Council of Cloven Elders.

Grover breathed deep and told them. "It was me. I, Grover Underwood, am the new God of the Wild!"

There was a moment of stunned silence. And then Leneus seemed to lose his little goat mind. "Blasphemy! Strike him down for a wretched liar!"

"Surely you felt my power when I called you all here, Leneus," Grover said rationally.

"A trick! Nothing more! There's no way Pan passed his power down to you!"

Percy decided to step in. "I, Perseus Jackson, swear on the Styx that Grover Underwood is the God of the Wild. On my honor as king of the gods, I can say what Grover says is true. I witnessed it myself. Pan chose Grover as his successor and passed his mantle, domains, and powers down to him. The God of the Wild is dead. All hail the God of the Wild!"

Leneus sputtered and seemed lost for words. The other nature spirits all seemed to realize that this was really happening, they were in the presence of their new god. The nymphs and satyrs and even the animals all bowed before Grover.

Grover put on a friendly smile. "There's no need to bow, my friends. I have no need for your worship. Merely your cooperation as we set out to save the Wild."

"But, Lord Grover, are you not able to save the Wild alone with the powers of Pan?" asked one of the members of the Council of Cloven Elders.

Grover sighed. "That was our mistake, Silenus. We stood idly by, waiting for a god to do the work for us. Pan told me that no god alone can save the Wild. But if we all band together, if every nature spirit in the world works in unison, we can succeed. My purpose is to lead, not to do all the work for you. If you want to save the Wild, then do it yourself! You will not be alone."

Percy pulled back and watched as his best friend began to command and coordinate the nymphs and satyrs, sending messengers out to spread the news of Pan and Grover's ascension, scouting parties to ascertain the status of the Wild, teams to promote new growth in places where the Wild was weak. Percy couldn't help but think that Grover was born for this. Pan had chosen his successor well.

They were interrupted by the conch signaling dinner for the camp. Grover dismissed everyone and joined Percy in walking for the dining pavilion.

"You got a good start. If you work that hard every day, I'm sure the Wild will return before the end of the century," Percy said brightly.

Grover blew out a breath. "Humanity is always going to have their cities and their own territory. The Wild will never be like it was in Pan's youth. But it can be more than what it is now. And I refuse for it to die. That's just not going to happen."

Percy grinned. "I believe you."

They reached the tables, Grover taking what used to be Dionysus's seat. Castor and Pollux either sensed the power coming off Grover and wisely decided not to protest or they just didn't care. Percy enjoyed the meal, waved goodbye to all his friends, and then teleported back to Olympus.

Percy appeared in front of Apollo's palace. Nice as it was to sleep over with the Sun God, it wasn't very fair to Hestia. Percy was going to grab his stuff and make his own palace. Then the three of them could work out an arrangement of who slept where when.

Percy walked through Apollo's abode to the master bedroom. He found Apollo watching what Percy identified at a glance as Game of Thrones. "Sex, murder, and medieval politics. Might as well be a Greek tragedy, huh?"

"You said it," Apollo grinned. "I'm told the last book will have a different ending than the series. Hope it's a BETTER ending, too, the TV writers just sort of crapped out the last couple episodes."

"There are some people who would cheerfully beat you to death for that statement," Percy warned as he went to grab his backpack and suitcase.

"Aw, no more nighttime cuddling?" Apollo asked, put out.

"I'll be back. Just want to have my own lace so Hestia doesn't think I'm favoring you," Percy explained.

"Aunt Hestia is way too mellow to get worked up about your sleeping arrangements, but I see your point," Apollo conceded. "Need help making your own palace? I doubt you've ever conjured something that big before."

"You can get the grand tour when I'm done, but otherwise I'm okay. God of Magic, kind of instinctively know how to do all the different kinds of magic there are," Percy told his boyfriend.

Apollo turned off the TV and grabbed Percy's bags out of his hands. "At least let me play porter. King of the gods should never have to carry his own bags."

Percy rewarded Apollo's generosity with a kiss, which almost led to more kisses but Percy had a goal in mind. He pulled away and walked out of the palace, Apollo playfully griping about virgin teases the whole while.

Percy walked through Olympus to where Hestia had shown him the empty plots yesterday. He tried to wave and acknowledge every minor god who bowed to him on the way. When they reached the empty spot of cloud just waiting for a building to support, Percy closed his eyes and focused. He carefully constructed each room in his head, placing them together to form a house. Confident he had the entirety of his desired palace held in his mind, Percy willed it into existence.

He opened his eyes and there it was, a relatively modest palace in plain white marble, small by Olympian standards but more than enough for Percy's needs.

"That's it? You sure you didn't miss a few rooms? The swimming pool?" Apollo asked dubiously.

"It's a bachelor pad, all it needs is my bedroom, a bathroom, and a kitchen. This is actually more than I'd like, but I figured guest rooms and an entertaining area were necessary in the event people come to visit," Percy defended himself.

"Hey, up to you where and how you live. Mind giving me the tour?" Apollo asked, trying for puppy dog eyes but he was too ruggedly handsome to pull them off.

Percy grinned and walked up to the two bronze doors undecorated but for an infinity symbol, in homage to Chaos. The doors opened as Percy approached, letting them into what was actually just a recreation of Percy's family's penthouse. Percy led Apollo around the familiar layout, the final stop being his bedroom. Here was the only alteration Percy made, expanding the room to fit a double-king bed as opposed to his queen back home. Otherwise, the room was identical.

Apollo dropped Percy's bags and came up behind him to hug him. "Now how come all I can think about is christening your new bed together?"

Percy felt his resistance crumble as Apollo began to kiss his neck. "Apollo… I don't want to be your friend you fuck. I want to be your boyfriend you love and make love to. Until we're both ready to say the 'L' word, I want to stay PG. Okay, PG-13, but still."

Apollo stopped biting a hickey on Percy's neck to rest his chin on Percy's muscled shoulder. "That sounds so sweet I'm going to get cavities. Fine, we'll hold off on R-rated fun until we're head-over-heels for each other. I presume you have the same rule in place with Hestia?"

"Yeah. I just want to be sure I want to commit to forever with each of you before we start screwing around. Kind of like Christians preaching waiting till marriage."

Apollo gave him one more squeeze and a teasing grind against Percy's bum before pulling away. "I get it. Really, I do. So, see you tomorrow?"

"You bet," Percy said, turning to smile at his boyfriend. "Maybe I can make riding with you a regular thing."

Apollo's answering grin could light up a dark room. "I'd like that very much, baby."

Percy escorted Apollo out, tiding him over with one last kiss at the door. He waved the sun God away, before returning to his room to unpack. He had just finished when there was a knock on his front door. Percy went to open it, sensing who it was from his room. Hestia's smiling face greeted him as he opened the door. "I was waiting for you to come visit when I heard you'd made your own place, so I figured it was my turn to visit you!"

"Come in, Hestia. You're always welcome here," Percy said, opening the door wide.

Hestia walked past, her perfume like campfires on autumn nights and fresh apples and cinnamon. Percy's eyes fluttered at the strength of the alluring scent before he got ahold of himself. Hestia was looking around the central space from which all the rooms led off of. "Nice place, Percy. Shame there's no fireplace, though."

Percy immediately focused and a fireplace appeared against the wall. "Done."

Hestia giggled. "YOu didn't have to do that just for me."

"Call it a feminine touch. This place can use it," Percy waved off.

Hestia sat daintily on the couch, her dress riding up to above her knees. "So, tell me about your adventure into the Labyrinth."

Percy launched into the short, mostly boring description of walking for miles while his dad handled every threat. But then they found Pan and things got exciting. Hestia oohed and ahhed appropriately as Percy explained how Grover became a god.

"Well, I wish him and his fellow nature spirits are blessed by Tyche. A world without the Wild would be an awfully dark one," Hestia mused, his candle flame eyes wistful. "If only you could have seen the world before Prometheus gave man fire. It was an Eden."

"It can be like that again. Even now there's a movement for sustainability and preservation. Grover and the nature spirits can work from the mythical side while smart humans work the mortal side. What's the quote? 'Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed, citizens can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has.'"

Hestia grinned. "Your optimism is always so refreshing."

Percy blushed. "Um, you're welcome?"

"I was thinking about our agreement to take things slow. The rule is wait until we can both say 'I love you' honestly, yes?" Hestia ased, playing with her hair nervously.

"Yes. I want us to be in love before becoming lovers," Percy said determinedly.

"Well, I realized something," Hestia said, standing and walking over to Percy, getting right up in front of him.

"What's that?" Percy asked, her bewitching aroma filling his head like a drug.

Hestia went on tip-toes and gave Percy the sweetest kiss they'd shared yet. She pulled back and looked in his eyes. "I love you, Perseus Jackson. I loved you from the moment you acknowledged me when you returned the master bolt. And every talk, every second with you since then, I've fallen more in love with you."

Percy was speechless.

Hestia gave him another, shorter kiss. "You don't have to say it back unless you mean it. I just want you to know that I know who I want my forever to be. And it's you, Percy."

Percy's head was s o in shock that his heart took over his mouth. "I love you too. You're one of my best friends and you've always supported me. You're kind and caring and beautiful and sexy and all I could ever wish for in a woman. I just was afraid you'd never feel the same way. But apparently by some miracle you love me back. This isn't a dream, right?"

Hestia jumped into his arms, which automatically came up to cradle her. She kissed him with a flaming desire that made his toes curl, his eyes cross, and his pants get very tight. "If it is a dream, let's never wake up," she whispered hotly in his ear.

They fell on the couch, making out like they were trying to fuse together into one being. There were 3 bedrooms just a few steps away, but they just weren't going to make it that far. Hestia clutched at Percy's shirt and tore it off him, proving a goddess was no weak damsel. Hestia whimpered as she saw and felt the muscular tapestry that was Percy's upper body. She flipped them off the couch onto the floor, the two of them bursting into laughter for a moment, before Hestia dove in on worshipping Percy's torso.

Percy gasped and moaned as Hestia found all his weak spots and ruthlessly attacked them. He grasped her head, feeling her silky locks with his fingers, unsure whether to pull her to or from his nipples, abs, navel, hips. When he felt her start to unbutton his pants he had a moment of clarity.

"Um, Hestia, honey. That's a very private part no one else has seen."

"Then I'm glad I got to be the first," Hestia grinned with sinful delight as she felt the weight and heat of him with her hand.

"Just to warn you, I'm big," Percy managed around the mind-numbing pleasure of her hand on his manhood.

"You say that like it's a bad thing,' Hestia teased as she reached for the hem of his boxers, ready to pull down his pants along with them.

Percy blushed. "Well, what if it's too big for you to take comfortably? I don't want our lovemaking to be painful for you."

Hestia leaned in, pressing her nose into Percy's crotch to get that musky scent straight from the source. "I'll adjust. God bodies are very stretchy, you know." And before Percy could protest further, Hestia pulled his jeans and boxers off with one movement. Percy's erect, leaking cock sprung up to attention.

Percy blushed as Hestia gawked. Guys joked about wanting 10 inches or more, but actually having such a monster hanging between one's legs got one labeled as a freak. Percy had been mocked in locker rooms for 'stuffing his underwear' or called rude variations of 'donkey' or 'bull'. While raised by loving parents in a nurturing environment, the teasing still took root. And now Percy was majorly self-conscious about his above-average dick.

Which is why Hestia's breathy exhalation of "Beautiful," made him fall just a little bit more for her.

"You mean it? I know there's too much of it but-"

"It's the perfect size and perfect shape for the perfect man," Hestia insisted. "I'm just glad that I get to be the first to enjoy it. This will have your mortal lovers bow-legged and limping."

Percy blushed gold. "Can we not discuss my potential future lovers while we're together like this? I want the focus to be on just you and me."

Hestia knelt up and pulled off her dress. Percy's eyes devoured the tanned, perfect acres of skin his girlfriend revealed to him. "No underwear?" Percy asked, eye flicking from her bounteous breasts to her hairless quim.

"I was planning to seduce you all day, I figured they'd just get in the way," Hestia shrugged. "I can tell someone likes what he sees," Hestia smirked, reaching out to grasp Percy's pulsating cock.

Percy almost came just from the feel of Hestia's smooth skin on his cock. He managed to maintain his dignity and self-control by a hair. "We both do. So, what's the next step to seduce the poor, innocent virgin god?"

Hestia maneuvered so she was kneeling directly atop Percy's groin. She sank just a little to let the head of Percy's manhood feel her soaking folds. "The plan was to take you balls-deep and take our virginities together. You up for it?"

Percy was cross-eyed from the sensation of honey and silk against his crown. He grabbed Hestia by the hips to hold her steady. "I'm ready if you are," he said, bracing himself to have sex for the first time.

Hestia gave him a smile that combined the fear of a virgin with the passion of a lover. And then she relaxed her legs, sinking down Percy's babymaker inch by inch, until her clit was pressed up against Percy's pubic bone. Somewhere along the way her hymen broke, so golden ichor leaked from her hole. Neither Hestia nor Percy cared, lost in ecstasy as they were.

Percy could think of no better way to explain it than he'd come home. This was where he was meant to be, up to the hilt in Hestia. Her inner walls held and caressed every millimeter of his length, the perfect sheathe for his sword. Based on Hestia's expression, she felt the same feeling of completeness at being joined together that Percy did. She all but fell onto his chest, staying linked together. She lifted herself and reached up to cup his cheek. "I love you, Percy," she said simply.

"I love you, Hestia," Percy answered with all his heart. He leaned down to kiss her, and gently as he could rolled them over so he was on top. As the kiss ended, Percy adjusted his arms and legs to give him proper support. Then, looking dead in Hestia's eyes, he withdrew his prick from her pussy up to the head before thrusting back in.

Percy felt unimaginable pleasure surge through his body, rooted in his cock and balls. As he built a rhythm, he also began to feel something… primal. Some ancient instinct being fulfilled, filling him with a sense of purpose and desire. This was the ancient dance, old as time, the joining of two bodies, invader and conquered. Percy felt masculine and powerful and dominant as he thrust again and again into Hestia's willing body. The sounds of pleasure he managed to coax out of her mouth were the most beautiful music he'd ever heard. He watched as her breasts jiggled up and down in response to his pelvis smacking into hers over and over again.

It ended too soon, Percy too inexperienced to have much stamina. Percy buried himself in Hestia deep as he could and roared as he felt the biggest orgasm of his life rip through him, his balls pumping what felt like a quart of semen into Hestia's womb. When the last of the tingling pleasure faded from his brain, body, and balls, Percy slowly withdrew until his softening length came out of Hestia's well-fucked hole. Percy laid down next to her, feeling an incredible need to cuddle. He felt oddly vulnerable, like he'd just given the performance of his life and was now waiting for the rating from the Russian judge.

Hestia snuggled back into his grip, perfectly comfortable even though they were lying on cold marble. There was a peaceful silence, both just relishing in the feel of the other.

"So… did you like it?" Percy asked, feeling awkward talking about the life-changing event that had just took place.

"I can honestly say it was the best I ever had," Hestia said, looking over her shoulder to flash him a happy smile. "If it gets better than that, then I might just chain you to my bed and never let you go."

Percy grinned. "So… did you… you know, cum?"

"I think so, at the end there. Or else your aura bled into mind and I just echoed you cumming. I've never had an orgasm before so I can't tell you for sure."

Percy raised a brow. "You not only went 3000 years as a virgin, you never touched yourself?"

"Nope. But I'm going to start experimenting with that, the nights you're not there to do it with me."

The thought of his girlfriend masturbating was enough to get some lead back in his pencil. Percy wondered if that kind of recovery time was a teenager thing or a god thing. Ignoring his boner for now, Percy returned to his conversation with the woman who made him a man. "Probably should have asked this before I came inside you, but what kind of birth control do the gods use?"

Hestia reached back to pat his cheek. "Don't worry, you're not going to be a daddy in nine months. Goddesses ovulate on command. No egg drops unless I say so. So we can wait to make a baby until we're both ready to be parents, ok?"

Percy blew out a breath, reaching down to rub his hand over her toned belly. "You're going to be so fucking sexy when you're pregnant," Percy growled, feeling a new, almost animalistic desire to see his bitch round with his pup.

Hestia gave a full body shudder. "I'm holding back for your sake. If you're ready right now, we could get pregnant tonight."

Percy grit his teeth. "Tempting as that would be, I think it would be a bit much to get you pregnant the same night we first admitted our feelings to each other. It feels like rushing. There's no hurry, we can take our time. Plus, I haven't had nearly enough alone time with you to start sharing you with a kid."

"I see your point," Hestia admitted. "I guess I just went millenia without you and now that I've finally got you I want to do it all at once, make up for lost time."

"Well, relax. The only reasonable way to take life is one day at a time. When the day comes I want to be a daddy, you'll be the first to know. Now, how about we take a shower, wash off all this sweat and… other fluids?" Percy just then became aware of how yucky he felt, covering in sticky liquid of one form or another.

They took a shower together, the act sweet and intimate while lacking all the frenzy of their earlier 'bonding'. When they were both dried off, Percy and Hestia slipped into his extra-large bed and got in the spooning position.

"Good night, Hestia," Percy breathed into her hair, which smelled divine even with mortal shampoo and conditioner.

"Good night, Percy," the no longer virgin goddess said back, scooting back so she was that much closer to her man.

They slept through the night, Percy opening his eyes when his clock indicated it was 15 minutes until dawn on the East Coast. Percy created a clone to spend the day with Apollo, and then another to go to Camp Half-Blood to act as camp director. Then he settled back into bed to just enjoy the feel of Hestia in his arms.

A certain morning problem made itself known, prodding the skin between Hestia's thighs. Percy tried to think unsexy thoughts, extremely difficult while his arms were full of a beautiful naked woman. Then he felt Hestia spread her thighs and reach down to guide Percy's morning wood into a willing receptacle. "Can we start every morning like this?" Hestia asked, sighing in utter contentment as the first few inches of Percy's manhood slid into her womanhood.

"We can try," Percy allowed. Then he adjusted his hips and plunged the rest of himself into Hestia up to the root. His right hand went to cup a perfectly-shaped breast while his left pulled her hair back behind her ear. Then Percy began to put his core training to good use to hump his girlfriend's brains out while growling sweet nothings in her ear.

Percy Alpha knocked on the door of Apollo's palace, hoping he wasn't too late. The golden doors opened to reveal Apollo in his usual casual chic outfit. Percy greeted his boyfriend with a kiss. "Hey. Thought I missed you."

"Nope, you're right on time baby." Apollo grinned and then snapped. They both appeared in the Lamborghini of the Sun. Percy laid back in his seat and just enjoyed the wind and Apollo's presence. Apollo reached out and took Percy's hand, steering with his left.

When they had reached Connecticut, Apollo spoke up. "I would know that smile anywhere. You got laid last night."

Percy tensed, but relaxed when he realized Apollo didn't seem mad. "Hestia came over after you left. We kind of ended up confessing to each other and one thing led to another and… please don't hate me."

"Why would I? What you and her have and what you and I have are two separate things. You've known her for over a year, I kissed you barely a week ago. You were further along with her than you are with me. That's perfectly fine. One day you'll have that smile because of me, and that's all there is to it," Apollo shrugged, rubbing his thumb on Percy's hand.

Percy relaxed. "I was sure you were going to yell at me," he confessed.

"Don't get me wrong, I can think of a few gods who would be really put out that you're having sex with her but not them. Thankfully, I'm not one of those gods. I'm awesome and believe in compersion."

"The opposite of jealousy, being happy to see your partner happy, even if it's with someone else," Percy defined, remembering a glossary of polyamorous terms he'd read once.

"You got bonus points for not trying to lie about it. I am the God of Truth after all," Apollo reminded.

They drove in companionable silence for a few minutes.

"So, um, about our first time? When it happens, who's going to… top?" Percy asked.

"Baby, far as I care, you could make a copy and double-team me so you get to experience topping and bottoming at the same time. I don't rightly care so long as one of our dicks goes into the other's ass and we have a fun time.

Percy blushed golden. "Okay." A beat passed. "I asked about nymphs and minor gods. But have you ever messed around with another Olympian?"

Apollo shrugged. "That's a bit tougher to negotiate. Half of us are siblings because Father can't keep it in his pants to save his life. But yeah. I spent a night with Aphrodite, like pretty much all of Olympus. Ares is just her long-term affair from Hephaestus, she's fucked pretty much everyone up here, and I'm pretty sure she even scored with Hades. Demeter, we were drunk and just woke up next to each other, I barely remember it. Uncle Poseidon, whoo, relentless as the tide that one. And let's just say Hermes will accept a blowie in lieu of drachmae for delivering a package. That's it for me."

"I see. If you don't mind my asking, how come you never married?" Percy asked.

Apollo rolled his eyes. "Hera tried to lock me down a few times with 'just the perfect minor goddess' or 'a really wonderful nymph'. But quite simply, I didn't want to settle down with anyone she offered, and besides, she only wanted me married to try to cut down my shameful 'philandering'," Apollo used air quotes. "Now, you, I'd be proud to call you husband. Not sure how that would work with you and Hestia, though. The 'proper' thing to do would be to marry her and just keep me as your long-term paramour. I wouldn't mind."

"Well, I would." Percy frowned. "Hera isn't queen anymore, we don't have to conform to her Hallmark idea of marriage and family. I'll marry you AND Hestia, and anyone who has a problem with it can tell it to Anarchy."

Apollo risked a crash to plant a passionate kiss on Percy's lips. "You are a marvel/ The best man I've ever known/ I'm proud to be yours."

Percy blushed. "Eyes on the sky, sweet talker." But Percy fell just a little bit more for Apollo. No one had ever made poetry for him before.

Percy Beta arrived at the Big House, idly wishing that he'd been the one stuck naked in bed with an equally naked Hestia. He walked in and into the office and, cracking his knuckles, began to deal with all the bits of paperwork in the 'in' box. He might have accidentally used god speeds, because the whole towering stack was handled and in the 'out' folder by the time the breakfast conch rang.

Percy walked to the dining pavilion, waving hi to all his friends as he took his seat. Percy noted Grover's absence. He cast out his sixth sense over the camp and found Grover and Juniper were having an… intimate moment. Good for them, as far as Percy was concerned. When breakfast ended, Percy Beta made Percy Gamma to ask Chiron a few questions while Percy Beta went down to the canoe lake to hang with his friends.

"How can I help you Percy?" Chiron asked Percy Gamma.

"I need to ask some questions about… the other camp," he said under his breath, just in case a camper was eavesdropping.

Chiron nodded. "Very well. Come with me to the Big House." Percy's quick stride kept up with the trotting centaur, and then they were in the Big House in Chiron's apartment. Chiron loaded a Dean Martin CD into his boombox and pressed play. The sound of violins and men moaning in Italian filled the air, effectively discouraging others from listening too closely.

"Ask your questions, Percy," Chiron directed, somehow tuning out the music.

"I don't have a Roman aspect. In what way am I meant to interact with Camp Jupiter? I can hardly tell them I'm a Greek Son of Chaos who beat Zeus in a duel and now I'm king of the gods, not him," Percy said plainly.

"I would avoid interacting with it as much as possible. Just send Hermes, I'm sorry, Mercury to deliver the news that a Son of Chaos has claimed Jupiter's throne. You're a god now, Percy, you don't have to explain yourself to the lowly mortals if you don't want to," Chiron explained.

"I see. Yet again, being king comes with surprisingly few expectations," Percy sighed. "So I'll be camp director here and just let Camp Jupiter run itself?"

"It already does, for the most part. The Praetor Jason Grace is a good one. And yes, Percy, I would suggest you follow that course of action. You're Greek through and through, let the other gods and their Roman aspects handle the Roman demigods."

"Fine. Now, if you'll excuse me, I just can't handle this music anymore." With that, Percy Gamma reintegrated into Percy Prime.

Percy paused as he was pounding Hestia doggy style for their third round that morning. He processed the information and then got a naughty idea. "Hey, Hestia. If you're no longer a virgin, does that mean Vesta isn't one either?"

Hestia looked over her shoulder. "That… is a good question. Technically she's never had sex, so…"

"Let's fix that, shall we, Vesta?" Percy purred.

Hestia's face and body didn't change, but her hair took on a new cut and her whole expression seemed to become harsher, less gentle. "Fuck me like you mean it, Mr. king of the gods," Vesta, Hestia's Roman aspect, said, looking thoroughly unimpressed with Percy.

Percy grabbed her hips hard enough to leave bruises and plunged back in to the root. He'd show both sides of his girlfriend he might not have much experience, but he could still rock their worlds.

Percy Beta blinked as he processed what Gamma had been told by Chiron, then got back to chatting with Annabeth and the rest of the Fantasy Four.

"Wait, when we get our own cabin, does that mean Bianca is going to be counselor?" Nico asked to clarify.

Thalia hmmed. "Well, you both got to camp the same day, so your seniority is the same. She's the older of the two of you so unless you want to officially challenge her for the right, she'll be counselor."

Bianca shrugged. "I get enough of being your big sister without having it become an official rank. You can be the counselor, fratellino."

"Yes!" Nico cheered, throwing his arms in the air.

Annabeth tilted her head. "You've been smiling all morning. What's got you in such a good mood?"

Percy blushed. "Nunya."

"Nunya?" Annabethe asked, confused.

"Nunya business. So, who feels like a game of Mythomagic?" Percy asked, trying to move to a different subject.

Nico narrowed his eyes. "He blushed, so it's personal… you did something with Apollo or Hestia, didn't you?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Percy said, looking pointedly anywhere but his friends.

Thalia tilted her head, a wicked smile on her face. "I swear on the Styx that Percy Jackson isn't a virgin."

The thunderclap and Thalia's lack of spontaneous death confirmed the truth.

"Are you insane?! You do NOT risk your life over some juicy bit of gossip! I'm camp director, I'll have you doing KP for a month if you do a stunt like that again!" Percy shouted at his friend, freaked out at her casual vow on the Styx.

"Relax, I was, like, 95% sure. Only a 5% chance of dying, name one quest with those kinds of odds," Thalia waved off Percy's outrage and concern.

"Moving past Thalia's reckless disregard for her own safety, doth mine ears deceive me? You had your cherry popped?" Bianca asked with a far too wide smile.

Percy was back to blushing. "I will tell you nothing. NOTHING, I say!"

Nico barely felt any hurt at the news, he was mostly over Percy as a crush. He was probably recovering so fast because he'd half-expected to be shot down from the start, so when it happened it wasn't that much of an impact. "Apollo? Hestia? That nymph Ash?"

Something Percy Gamma had heard suddenly popped into Percy Beta's mind. He turned to Thalia. "Thalia… did you have a little brother?"

Thalia's face went stormy. "That is the cheapest cop-out to telling us about your love life possible. How dare you even mention him?!"

"No, I'm dead serious. Because Chiron might have mentioned him. Was his name Jason? Jason Grace?"

Thalia turned pale. "Y-yes. But… how would Chiron even know about him? I've never told a soul about him, not even Annie or Luke."

Percy sighed. "I'm breaking an ancient law by telling you this, but I'm the king, I make the rules. The Greek Gods and the Roman Gods are not the same beings. When the gods moved to Rome, they developed… alternate personalities, to reflect their new worshippers. And those alter egos stayed with them as they moved to Europe and then here to America. You're a Daughter of Zeus, so you were meant to come here to Camp Half-Blood. Jason, I'm pretty sure, was a Son of Jupiter. So he was meant for Camp Jupiter, where the Roman demigods go to train and live."

Annabeth shook her head. "So wait… you're saying I have my siblings here, Children of Athena. And at this Camp Jupiter, there's Children of Minerva?"

"Exactly. Anyway, you know how WW2 was Zeus and Poseidon's kids vs. Hades's kids? Well, the Civil War was Greek demigods vs. Roman demigods. We're like oil and water, we just don't mix well. There's fundamental differences in how we run our societies. After that, the gods decreed that Greek and Roman be kept seperate. A law that got broken when Thalia's dad came back to her mom for a second bite, just as Jupiter instead of Zeus. A Greek and a Roman under the same roof, that's a major no-no. That's why you got seperated, Thalia." Percy explained the truth as calmly as he could.

"So… Jason's alive?" Thalia asked, almost trembling.

"He's Praetor, which means he's co-leader of the camp. They're much more about military rank than seniority or challenges like we are. For the record, they have their own city, New Rome, for all the demigods who retire. There are some members of the staff that aren't even children of a god, just a demigod. They're called legacies."

"It sounds so different from how we run things," Bianca mused. "I'd love to visit, but I'm guessing that would break the law, huh?"

"And might cause a war, if some random Greek demigod appears out of nowhere. We get taught the Roman aspects were just the Greek gods with different names. They get taught that the old Greek gods died when they took their Roman forms. They'd react to Greeks the way we'd react to Trojans."

Annabeth's eyes lit up. "Caldecott Tunnel in Oakland Hills. That's where the entrance is, isn't it? That's why you told me to stay far away."

"Yeah, and before you think of sneaking there to scout things out, the whole camp is guarded by possessed statues of Terminus. If he doesn't approve your entry, the whole camp goes on high alert."

"An actual god guards their borders? Sounds a right sight better than a tree and a dragon," Nico groused.

"Jason's alive," Thalia whispered to himself. She looked up into Percy's eyes. "I need to see him. Just for a minute. Then I'll be good, I'll keep Greek and Roman separate. Just please, let me see my baby brother safe and sound.

Percy sighed. Then he waved a hand and made a curtain of mist rise up out of the lake. The weak winter sunlight managed to make a rainbow.

"Iris, O Goddess of the Rainbow, this call is free of charge. Show us Jason Grace at Camp Jupiter."

Apparently Iris was fine doing a free call for the king of the gods. The rainbow turned into a magic window, showing a tall, handsome blonde teenager in light armor practicing archery. While he got his coloring from his mother, Jason was definitely a Son of Jupiter. The resemblance was impossible to miss. All that was missing was the beard. He paused to look at them, his eyes tracing over them all. "An Iris message? For me? I don't recognize any of you," he said. His eyes seemed stuck on Thalia.

Thalia gulped. "S-sorry. Wrong recipient. I'll try again. Sorry for bothering you." Thalia went to wave the message closed.

"Wait! … Thalia?" The teen asked with hope and disbelief.

Thallia covered her mouth as tears came to her eyes. "Oh, Jason. Baby brother. I thought you were dead."

"Well, I'm alive and kicking. Praetor, Leader of the Fifth Cohort, life is good. Now where are you? Surely Lupa would have guided you here to Camp before me." Jason's whole face had lit up.

"I'm… someplace safe for people like us. Let's just leave it at that. Even this Iris message is breaking the rules but luckily I have an in with the king of the gods."

Jason frowned. "Father speaks to you?" There was unmistakable jealousy in his voice.

Thalia rolled her eyes. "Oh, have you not heard the news? Ze- Jupiter was overthrown. There's a new king on Olympus."

Jason dropped his bow. "Really? That can happen?"

"Apparently. Anyway, he's cool. He let me know you were alive and funded this call." Thalia pointedly didn't look in Percy's direction. "Anyway, Jason, let's both walk away from this call knowing the other is alive and well. And safe, or at least as safe as any demigod is."

"... Okay, big sis. Will you ever message me again?" Jason asked, looking a little lost. In the space of five minutes he was going to get his sister back just to lose her all over again.

"When I have something to tell you. You just focus on being a good leader for your campers. Okay?"

"Okay," Jason gave a big smile before Percy ended the call by stopping the mist the rainbow was refracting from.

Annabeth wrapped a quietly crying Thalia in a hug, joined by Bianca, Nico, and Percy. "He looked well," Thalia said wetly. She sniffed and rubbed the tears from her eyes. "I need to stab something. I'm going to the arena."

"You guys go after her, I'll catch up," Percy told his other friends. They nodded and went after the Daughter of Zeus. Percy focused and imbued his voice with magic so he'd be heard by the one he called. "Mercury, come to me!"

In a blur, the Roman aspect of Hermes came jogging towards him, coming to a stop before his king. "Yes, my king?" he asked, pulling out his phone to check how many messages he'd missed.

"I have a proclamation for Camp Jupiter and New Rome: Jupiter was defeated in single combat by the Son of Chaos. The Son of Chaos is now king. That is all. Make sure every camper and citizen hears or reads it. Can you do that?"

"In my sleep, Percy. I'll get right on it." With that, Mercury ran off, vanishing after jogging 20 feet.

That chore done, Percy Beta jogged to get to the arena and help Thalia express her feelings through violence.

Percy Prime laid exhausted after hours of lovemaking. His abs were on fire, his poor cock felt like it might fall off, and his mouth was dry as the desert.

And it was all worth it just to see the sated smile on his lover's face.

"Are you sure you were a virgin before I came along? You seem to be improving in leaps and bounds with each round," Hestia said teasingly, laying sprawled over his statuesque body as he laid on his back.

"I'm a fast learner," Percy demurred, though he was pleased that she thought he was getting better as time went on. He was using every piece of locker room advice, dirty magazine article, and his mom's adult romance novels to try and augment his technique and style. Apparently it was working.

"Now, I need a shower, and a tall glass of nectar. This stuff is thirsty work!" Hestia said enthusiastically as she rolled out of his bed and wandered into the ensuite bathroom. Percy trailed after her, needing the same two things. They got clean together, too worn out to make the shower sexy. It was still a sweet experience, soaping each other up with massaging hands. That done, Hestia went to find her dress where she'd tossed it in the living room last night, while Percy got dressed for the day, even though it was definitely the afternoon if not the evening. 4:15 pm according to Percy's clock when he checked. Considering they'd started around 7:00 am, it was no wonder they both needed something to drink.

Hestia led him through Olympus to the city bar, where they had every beverage under the sun on tap. Hestia ordered them two tall ones of straight nectar and Percy clinked glasses with Hestia before downing his in one long chugging swallow. The taste of his mother's chocolate chip cookies accompanied a rush of energy as every mild hurt and discomfort in his body, including the dehydration, was magically cured. Percy sat his glass down and, unable to help himself, gave a big burp.

Hestia almost had nectar go up her nose as she laughed while sipping her own glass. She ended up nursing it for an hour as Percy and she talked about anything they could think about. Finally, though, she finished.

Percy left a couple drachmae as a tip and escorted Hestia out the bar and through Olympus to her palace's door.

"So, I'm really, REALLY glad you came over last night," Percy said, feeling a bit awkward. He'd spent half the day fucking this woman six ways to Sunday after they'd declared themselves to each other the night before. Did they go back to 'normal' or was this the start of a new dynamic in their relationship?

"I'm glad I came over too." Hestia gave him a long, lingering kiss. "Remember, you don't want sex to be all there is between us. So how about we switch off between days like today and days like two days ago, when I showed you around Olympus? Dates for romance, booty calls for sex," she giggled as she said the word 'booty'.

Percy grinned and gave her another deep kiss. "That sounds, oh, perfect. I'll see you tomorrow for our date, 'kay?"

Hestia goosed him and walked into her palace as he jumped. "See you tomorrow!" she called just before the doors closed.

Rubbing his rear, Percy walked back to his palace. He sent a wave of magic to erase the smell of sex that positively stank up his bedroom. Figuring he had a few hours to kill, Percy turned on his TV and his preferred gaming console. Figuring he wanted something that would take up a lot of idle time, he went for an oldie but goodie: Final Fantasy X. Percy had read so many guides for the game he could 100% it blindfolded.

He got absorbed in the story and the combat as he did with every game he played, so it was a surprise when his clone opened the door and let Apollo in. Percy Alpha dispeled, flooding Percy's brains of a day worth of talking and bonding with this golden-haired boyfriend. "Good day?" Percy asked, pausing his game.

"The best. You make old boring things fun. I actually enjoyed driving with you riding shotgun. I haven't had fun driving in centuries," Apollo confessed.

Percy stood and gave his boyfriend a hug. "Glad I can help."

"Now, why did you clean this room? I was all looking forward to the smell of Percy sex," Apollo pouted.

Percy's cheeks turned gold. "I didn't want to choke on it and have a constant hard-on. I went over a dozen rounds in the last 24 hours, I need time to recover."

Apollo whistled. "Damn. You're just the Energizer bunny, aren't ya?"

Percy shrugged. "I don't know, is that impressive?"

"If you're pulling marathons like that right out the gate, then you're a natural. I can't wait to see what you're like after a few years of practice," Apollo undeniably leered.

Percy coughed. "Speaking of 'practice'... there's this nymph. She may or may not have left me an open invitation. Would you mind if I 'practiced' with her?"

Apollo grinned and gave Percy a blistering hot kiss. "Thanks for asking permission, but you don't have to get the go-no go from me before having some fun. It's when feelings get involved that I want to be consulted. So you can screw every nymph at Camp Half-Blood and every satyr and every camper for all I care, I'll just ask for lurid details. It's if you start falling in love with someone that we need to have a serious talk."

"Gotcha," Percy said. "So, I understand I invited you for a sleepover. I already showered so you can go whenever you want."

Apollo frowned. "Oh darn. I was looking to get all wet and slippery with you."

Percy rolled his eyes. "Just take the damn shower, Apollo."

Apollo ruffled Percy's hair playfully as he walked past him towards the bathroom. 45 minutes later, he emerged with nothing but a towel around his waist to conceal his modesty. Percy had reached a stopping point and turned off the game. "Whatcha want to do?" he asked his half-naked boyfriend.

Apollo casually dropped his towel, allowed Percy to ogle for a second, and then casually slipped under the covers. "You naked in this bed. No sex, just nude cuddles. Interested?"

Percy realized something about a god's libido when he found that even after ploughing the woman he loved for over 8 hours, he still was up for attention at the thought of spooning his gorgeous boyfriend. Percy quickly stripped, leaving his underwear on until he was under the covers, then he shimmied out of them and tossed them to the ground.

"Aw, I don't get to see Percy Jr.?"

Percy blushed bright enough to see in the dark. "His name is Percival."

"Ooh, why Percival?" Apollo asked with a naughty grin.

"Because that's what most people assume my name is short for when they hear it. And it sounds like a name a prick would have. Percival the Prick," Percy explained, feeling like a total idiot Knucklehead McSpazatron.

"You'll like what mine's called. You ready? Sunspear."

Percy snorted. "No way, the books only came out in the last 30 years, there's no way that's what you called it back in Ancient Greece."

"I'm dead serious, it was a huge coincidence. I was convinced Martin was somehow a demigod and pulling a prank on me," Apollo insisted.

"No demigod would allow themselves to get that fat," Percy pointed out.

"True enough. Now, who's spooning who?" Apollo asked, his golden eyes turning tender.

"I spent most of the day taking charge. I guess I'd like to feel like the submissive one for a change," Percy said before turning his back to Apollo and backing up until he felt the chiseled muscles of Apollo's torso against his back. He also felt Sunspear nestle in between the buns of his ass. Percy blushed as, by his estimate, Apollo had absolutely no reason to feel inferior to Percy.

Apollo wrapped a hand around Percy's waist and pulled him even tighter against his body. "I hate to sound cliche, but this feels so right, you know?"

Percy cuddled into his boyfriend's embrace, feeling the same bone-deep sense of 'home' as when he'd been naked together with Hestia. Percy took a second to curse his high standards for sex. But then again, if he slept with anything that moved he'd be no better than Zeus.

"So, Final Fantasy, huh? You a weeb?" Apollo asked.

"Said the guy obsessed with haiku. Square Enix makes awesome games, so what if they're a Japanese company? I haven't taught myself Japanese and go cosplaying at conventions if that's what you mean," Percy defended himself.

"Have you watched any anime or read any manga?" Apollo asked, in a talkative mood rather than a sleeping one.

"I got really into One Piece as a kid, it seemed just like the Odyssey, an intrepid crew wandering the ocean in search of the mythical treasure. I had fun imagining which Olympian parent each character would be," Percy confessed. "I'm guessing you have as varied an interest in manga and anime as you do music."

"I dabble," Apollo understated. "I keep track of most of the major shonen franchises. I'm the God of Art, I appreciate the illustration as much as the story. I've got to show you Tokyo one of these days."

Percy tensed. "Wouldn't the Shinto pantheon consider that invading their territory?"

Apollo raised a brow. "So papa Chaos told you about the other gods out there? To answer your question, the pantheons of most regions don't care if we Greco-Roman-American gods play tourist in their territory. It's when we steal their magical objects or try to set up cults on their land that the hammer drops. Let me tell you, Amaterasu is as hot as she is scary."

"Well, she's the Goddess of the Sun and the queen of her pantheon. So she's like a bigger, more badass version of you," Percy said teasingly.

"Well, I was this close to a threesome with her and Tsukuyomi, but then I made a poorly-timed joke and I wound up fleeing the islands in nothing but my underwear," Apollo told Percy.

"Sorry it didn't pan out," Percy yawned. "No one warned me what a workout sex was. I'm exhausted."

"Aw, don't worry babe, you'll build up stamina. This time next year you'll be a fucking machine," Apollo said as he kissed a spot on Percy's neck he'd learned was extra sensitive.

"Apollo, seriously, sleepy time now," Percy whined.

Apollo stopped his kissing and settled in to get comfortable. "Night, baby."

"Night… my sun and stars," Percy said with a grin before slipping into immortal slumber.

Apollo shook his head. "Ye gods, it's like I made you in a computer," he whispered before succumbing to Hypnos himself.