#compulsive divinity

His first concern is that he hasn't taken off his binder, and its hurting his ribs. That leads him to remember that he's very poor in the comfort department. He needs to get into pajamas. Now. His eyes gloss over from behind his closed eyelids. He couldn't force himself to get up if he tried. He just misses James.

James who would always help him. Save him from pain in his life, and hardships in his daydreams. James who would bring him the sun if he was cold, james who would bring him the sea if he was overheating. Now, he would say 'speak of the devil', but James is nothing of the sort. He walks in to find a very fashionable, very disgruntled Regulus, laying on his back, eyes droopy. "You can't possibly be comfortable in that."

"...'m not." he hesitates, wondering whether he should assure James of information him about his discomfort.

"You should change into something else, baby, you look tired."

"Mmmmhm." is all he can muster. Silence fills the room for about 5 seconds before James suggests an altervative.

"You want me to help you?"

Regulus nods appreciatively, even if he does think he looks a bit pathetic.

He starts with untying his dress-shoes and slipping them off gently, cautious to not knick his ankles. Regulus silently unbuttons his slacks as James pulls them off from the cuffs. He goes to take off his top layers, but James is quick to hold a hand to his chest, gently telling him that he's got it. How gentle he always was.

Led to the Posiden cabin by Annabeth, Percy was walked into it's front door from the inside, pushing it shut. She held the sides of his head, kissing him sweetly. Don't take it so surprised when I tell you that Percy had misunderstood this loving gensture. Or rather, his body that had misunderstood. Annabeth didn't realize she'd begun holding her breath until he had starting talking. "God, I'm sorry I, I didn't mean for that.. that to be uhm.." "I don't..mind. If you don't," she muttered. They both stared at each other for a while. Percy's breath had quickened, and Annabeth didn't even think she could breathe. They had never done anything sexual aside from making out occasionally. This was sort of horrifying in a way.

Annabeth placed a finger on his lip and looked up, begging him to say yes. He nodded his head and she leaned forward to kiss him. It was rougher this time, and he leaned forward in such a way that they both trampled eachother a bit to get the the bed, like if they were at a ball and both really bad at dancing. Once they landed at the head of the mattress, Annabeth ended up on top of Percy, holding the sides of his arms as he held the sides of her head. He yearned so much for her, more than he had since she first kissed him. He had tried to feel her, to hold her when she cried, to have his hand in hers, to twist her braids in his fingers as she layed on top of him, and that was close enough. But now, he couldn't be close enough. He felt like every part of him needing her closer, and he didnt know what it was. He looked desprate, like a puppy, and was too desprate for her to care. It was in his chest, making every bone shake in need for her.

He bucked his hips up. "Yeah?" Annabeth said. Not asked. Said. There was something about it that he knew she didnt need to question. He thought maybe he should have wanted to back out, tell her it wasn't the right time, that he needed space to think about it. But he didn't.

With his permission, their clothes came off. Slow, it started with his shirt, then his belt, then his jeans, then his boxers. He regretted not earlier realizing that Annabeth had done the same with her clothes.

Their modesty now discarded somewhere unimportant to them, Percy felt ready for whatever she would do. "Is this okay?" She sweetly inquired, making Percy's breath go sharp. He nodded quickly, his jaw slacking a bit. A condom had already been rolled onto him. She tilted her hips towards his, and he hastily gripped them, although lightly as to not stop her. She dropped onto him lightly and Percy was just about ready to praise every god he did and did not believe in. "Oh my gods, beth." he breathily muttered. Annabeth taunted sweet again. "Yeah, perce?" "Yeah." His heart was beating so fast he could feel his veins. Annabeth tilted lower slightly and grinded him into her, bouncing slightly. "Where'd you.. learn all this from?" His voice shook, telling of how shocked he was. "Percy, I've read books before." she said matter-of-factly, somehow calm and collected and not freaking the fuck out about this. However, her breath did quicken when she sped up, tired almost from the work. Percy found it difficult to verbalize his concern due to their situation, but asked anyway. "Are you sure that... fuck... that.. you're okay, with this..?" It was almost a whipser because of how hard he was breathing. "Yeah, of course, honey."

Annabeth then pressed the first button she could think of. Praise. For a long time, especially in academics, or when Percy was learning something new, he would fluster himself with often praise of Annabeth. She never thought it to really be anything, until she saw him then, laying out just for her on the large blue bed, she considered that maybe, he was this. Not entirely, he almost never exhibited this kind of desire, but to think that parts of his life—their life—were tainted with it. His hips jerked, anonymous to his intentions, As if his thoughts had been heard, it flew out of her mouth too fast.

"You're so good Perce, so fucking good.." A reactive moan bubbled up inside his throat, and into his mouth, surprising Annabeth but motivating her anyhow. "So good, Percy, such a good boy for me," she praised, not stuttering once, "Youre so pretty like this, oh fuck, yes.." Her pace sped and she impulsively tugged his hair, not realizing that she may have been crossing a line. She almost got the chance to apologize, but Percy almost immediately came. And he came hard. He sang a long string of whimpers to her, even if he may have not realized it. To anyone else it may have sounded like he was crying, of maybe hit his leg on something. Or was being held hostage. (I dont think either of them cared.)

His hips rose high, grinding into Annabeth as she came with him, with a soft but low and forced sound. She held onto his shoulders tightly, but even after she'd come down a bit, yet not quite entirely, Percy was still trying desperately to hold on to reality. "Are you okay baby?" She inquired sweetly. He nodded his head with a soft "Mhm.."

He heard Remus consoling him, but it was a whisper. Too quiet. He would've been able to hear him if it weren't for his own mind screaming at him to fix something, but he couldn't. The spill on the worksheet had smudged the ink, making the paper Remus was grading unintelligible. All that was left on the paper was the date in the corner, October 13th, 1972. "You dont need to be sorry, darling." Remus expressed. He was louder now, gathering that Sirius may not hear him otherwise. Initially, Remus was wondering what to do about it, but didn't panic. He knew when it was appropriate to panic. Sirius didn't. Remus was okay with that. He gently held his hand, a question, a ponder. Can I hold you? Sirius held his breath and, in a quick fashion, used his given grip to pull Remus towards him.

As James leaned over the bed, "I'm sorry" rang in his ears, Regulus knew. He could see it. It's almost as if James had opened up his skull to him and exposed his brain, which was pulsing with how he felt. He was sorry too. His eyes were sorry, his lips were sorry, his hands, which were gripping Regulus' arms were sorry as well. Even the bedroom felt a bit sorry. "Don't say that," James inquired, "don't you ever say that, sweetheart." All Regulus could do was let his mind whisper to him. Let James whisper to him. Tell him he was okay. That he'd done no wrong. Regulus didn't believe it, but it was nice to know that James did. Regulus sat there, his wounds being treated. He didn't know how to say he was sorry, because he wasnt. It wasnt quite an apology. It was close, though. A feeling distant but not far from sorry.