#mcjackson

They’re lying in bed now. Percy and Piper. Their friends call them chaos, they can’t deny it.

Her leg is draped over his, his fingers tap against her ribs. She’s staring at him with her beautiful brown eyes and he’s looking at everything he’s fighting so hard to keep.

“We’re gonna lose each other at this rate.” He says quietly.

She moves closer, let’s their foreheads presstogether. Her skin is warm, his probably is too but he can’t focus, everything is rushing by so fast it’s impossible to hold on. His drumming fingers move faster.

“I’m not going to lose you Percy,” Her hand moves to cup his chin.

Their foreheads are resting deeper, further, harder. As if they can transfer their love over, as if it must come first from the thoughts they’re both churning with instead of the hearts they refuse to listen to.

“No,” He sighs, emerald eyes shining with anger or sadness or something that doesn’t have a word yet. “No you won’t lose me, but I'm going to lose you.”

Before she can say anything, the front door clicks open. They stare at each other, nothing resolved, tensions continuously high.

They pull apart.

Jason Grace walks in, smiling as he sees them in the bed, a space perfect for his body to fit, between them. He collapses right where he should, grins at them.

“Hello my favourite people!”

Percy smiles back, bright and unrestrained. The most beautiful boy in the world and they’re going to tear him to shreds one day.

“Hello lovely,” He ruffles that blonde hair playfully, admiring the way it sticks up like it’s defying gravity. “How was work?”

He wraps a hand around her waist, curls the other around the base of her head, threading his fingers through her hair. The smirk he can't contain is sinful, wrong in so many delicious ways. “I hope he fucking catches us. At least he'll know who's been fucking you right all these years.”

She snorts, standing on her toes to bite at his lip. Tu g. “He does a fine job.”

Percy simply raises a brow.

With a grin of her own Piper concedes, “But you do a much better one.”

“Can't believe I still sleep with you.” He rolls his eyes. "You're practically married.”

“And you hate me?”

“But I'm obsessed with you.”

“Because I fucking hate you too. You're ruining my relationship.”

He growls at her, wrapping a hand around her throat. >squeezing< the sides. “Don't mistake me McLean,” His lips brush hers with every word, “I wanna fuck your boyfriend too. You just happened to break first.”

He feels her shudder in his own ribcage, slashing at the bones wound around his heart.

“You couldn't get him even if you wanted to.”

“Why?” He smiles; it's so cold he lifts his gaze to the window to see if there's snow outside. “Cause he's actually loyal to you?”

“Yes,” She attempts to nod despite his hold on her jaw.

“Maybe one day I'll tie you both up and see how loyal you two really are.” He shrugs, a gleam entering his eyes. Making them haunted green.

“You've never tied me up?” She pouts.

“Today's your lucky day.” He grins.

***

Percy groans digging his elbows into the silk of the bed sheets. “Fuck Pipes,” He can barely choke out the words. The vibrator gives another buzz around his overstimulated cock and he has to bite his lip to blood point to stop himself from screaming.

Piper’s own moans travel up his hand, from where his tattooed fingers are wrapped around her throat delicately. Her shoulders press into the wood of the headboard. He can see red streaks across her beauty-marked skin. He has traced every single one of the little black freckles that scatter her body. Has dreamed about them as constellations. Connected them to the messy coagulated threads between them.

Three hours ago he had said, collapsed into her neck, “We can go back to pretending tomorrow.”

And then she was sinking her teeth into his jaw and he was pressing his fingers into her waist and they were bruising each other in the prettiest way they know how.

“Piper,” He sighs, leaking cock still twitching sporadically. “Please baby.”

She presses the little remote control in her hand and the cock ring buzzes. He cries out, tears springing to his eyes.

His other hand twists into her pussy, two fingers reaching deeper inside her, thumb stretching to rub at her clit. He ducks his head, sucks gently at her sensitive skin.

They had been going for hours, too many. Denying each other over and over again. It's to the point of pain now but he cannot get enough of it. Addicted to the way she bows her back, curses his name. She's on the brink of orgasm again and he pulls away. Her arms shake, handcuffs rattling above her. And the emerald green ropes wrapped around her ankles, reddening her skin, forces her legs to stay apart despite her pulling and shaking to close around him. She needs to trap him there. He can see it in her brown eyes, wide and glittering violently. She hates him and she has never wanted him more. Gods he's so fucking obsessed with her.

“Percy!” She gasps, as he loops his tongue around the small gold hoop piercing the hood of her clit.

“Just a little longer sweetheart,” He grins into her, bites at her thigh where gorgeous detailed purpling is already starting to blossom. The blood still drying on his back is indication of her own savagery in their little game.

Before she had been cuffed she had used her nails as a shredder, tore him from the inside. He had growled low, sunk into her so fully they'd both lost oxygen.

That was eight denials ago.

“Fuck Percy,” She cries, another round of tears streaming down her rubied cheeks. She twitches as he adds a third finger, presses her own finger on the remote rattling in her palm.

The cock ring vibrates so intensely Percy sees stars. “SHIT!”

He can't come, he can't come and he's gong to go mad for it. Gods fucking dammit she's incredible.

“You don't come unless it's on my cock, my love,” Grits out the words like a promise, like a fucking threat.

“Then let me get on your cock!” She sobs, thrashing her head, tears soaking the pillows.

He takes the hand away from her throat, already missing the warm rasping he had felt, and fiddles with the rope at her ankles.

“You're doing so well for me,” He whispers, kissing her pussy, hip bones, up to her sternum.

Her other leg pulls free from the loosened rope, and immediately his ribs are being crushed under her insistence. They’re eye to eye, her hands above them, his between them and the world long since disappeared around them.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” She rasps up at him, tongue darting out to lick his cheek. She’s tasting her own body, all the sweat and wetness he’d gorged on. Her eyes roll back and he laughs into her skin, pressing his lips to her neck, collarbone, the curve of her jaw.

“I know,” He bites, she cries out, and he pinches her clit to stop the orgasm, pulling out the three fingers he’d buried deep.

“DICK!” She screeches.

“I know your game, love,” He smirks at her, “Think you can butter me up with compliments. We all know you don’t care if I'm pretty.”

“I did care once,” She scowled. He tugged at her earlobe with his teeth, pulling a sigh from her. “And then you decided to fuck half the population and i realised you were using your pretty a little too well.”

“Yet here you are,” He raises a brow. Flinching as the cock ring vibrates three times in rapid succession. The tip of his cock leaks and he has to hold in the pure ferality lacing every muscle in his body.

“You always liked me best when i was being a slut for you,” He smiled, content to rile her up, get himself worse off in the process. He likes to ruin her, but gods does he love to ruin himself more.

“I liked you…” She practically snarls at him. He kisses her lips, lets his tongue draw out sounds from her that make the air feel like a wet dream. “—liked you when you were being a slut with me.” She’s panting now, struggling to distinguish her body amidst its pleasure.

“Are we calling it Mclean?” He presses his throbbing erection into her thigh, against the bruises he’d marked there.

“Fuck yes,” She gasps, hating the pain and loving the pressure. He knows her body better than he knows how to play the guitar, and he’s been doing that since he was three. He knows she needs to be on her hands and knees, ass to the sky. He knows he needs her to be that way too. Thigh art on display while he fucks into her. His hand, rings imprinting into her skin, on the small of her back, pressing her into the softness below them.

“You gonna be good for me baby?”

“Yes Percy gods please.” Her eyes are so big, staring up at him with emotions he’d need a psychologist to unpack. But he’s right there with her, crashing and burning and flying into the sun. Patroclus and Achilles’ soft love had fucking nothing on Icarus’ obsession. He wanted to melt his wings, and watch as they both crashed into the sea.

With a satisfying click the handcuffs release her, but before he can rub at her wrists, leave soft kisses and unspoken reassurance, she is pulling at his hair. Devouring him with every inch of her freedom. She’s on his body like blood in water. Crucifying.

“Turn around,” He meets her hands around his neck, pulls them away. “I got you Piper.” A soft, unusual gentleness springs between the moment as he guides her to face the headboard, knees tucked under her hips, hands gripping bedsheets like she can create fabric through ripping alone. Her red nails look exquisite against the white. He can see traces of his blood underneath them. Unable to help himself he picks up her wrist, letting her fall into his side, and sucks on her middle finger… then ring… then pinkie. Her eyes roll, head lulling to his shoulder as her nails scrape the inside of his cheek, against the clack of his teeth. When he’s had his bloody fill he settles her back into their favoured position and grabs a condom from the nightstand.

“Can i take it off?” He whispers over her back, pressing lips to her shoulder blades. The cock ring buzzes to life, vibrating incessantly around him.

Percy cries out, tears streaking down his face as the stimulation becomes too much. He’s going to come dry if this doesn’t end soon. “Piper!” He strangles, hands pressing into her hips to ground himself. It seems to never end. And… then… it. Does.

“FUCK!” He curses. “You’re a sadist.”

She snorts, “Says the masochist.”

He has to let his heart, body, cock settle before he can even attempt to take off the ring. The penalty for him coming without her is a steep one and besides he wants to share the moment they've been building.

By the time he's cool enough to settle to a simmer instead of an inferno she is writhing underneath him so bad she's pulled the sheets from the corners of the bed.

“Okay angel,” He laughs, “I've got you.”

The headrush he experiences as the ring slips off makes his stomach roil. Butterflies becoming vampires in his chest. Clawing at his organs to escape the hell they know he's about to unleash. He has to take several deep breaths before he can attempt to put the condom on. Shaky hands make the process longer than it needs to be but it gives him time to choke down his rampant desire, hot feelings crowding into his cells.

“Ready?”

“Only for the tenth time!” She moans, burying her face into the pillow. “Now hurry.”

With a final flick at her clit, he pushes inside her. Slowly, but all at once. As if he belongs there. While they’re together he does. A universe gravitating towards a blackhole. Made for each other’s destruction.

They both suck in a breath when he’s fully seated. For a moment he cannot even remember his own name. He is merely a part of whatever she is. As she is a part of him.

“Gods,” He groans on the exhale, “You feel like hell.”

“Hot and sinful?”

He replies with an affirmative thrust, and another. And then he’s fucking her like it’s an olympic sport and he’s won gold three years in a row. She’s hiccupping from the force, and it makes him grin, press her down into the mattress. Her back is curved so beautifully she’s reshaping the alphabet to replace her with c.

“Harder Pers,” She gasps, clenching around him to make him work.

“I think you need a little addition, princess,” He smirks, grabbing a toy from the bedside.

With no warning, he holds a bullet vibrator to her clit. The grin he lets loose at her guttural scream could set the joker off.

“That’s it angel,” He croons at her, “Just like that. You like that huh?”

She isn’t coherent any longer, a mess of tears and pleasure and pain and need. Pure unchecked, raging need.

“I can feel how much you like it,” He talks, stroking at her shaking thighs as he slowly pulls out, pushes back in hard. “You’re fucking strangling my cock sweetheart.”

He knows she’s mumbling something, words slurring together into unrecognisable, unintelligible, untameable.

His orgasm is building at the base of him. Drawing into him in a single point. He feels almost as if a bomb were about to explode with one small tug of a pin.

And then Piper does something unexpected. With a quivering hand she grabs the vibrator from where he’s assaulting her clit and in one thrust shoves it inside her, right next to his cock.

They detonate.

Broken curses and half formed words spilling like wine and confession from their lips. He collapses over her, she collapses into him. And they can’t breathe together. The air is thick with their orgasm, sticky and corrupted in the prettiest way. He feels like a honey trap. All delicious and devoured with no escape.

Thoughts cannot take form in his brain, body still sending shockwaves through him so strong he discovers electromagnetic fields through the human eye. He’s not sure he could ever recover from this. Not in the next second or the next century. There’s so much cum in the condom it leaks out the side, spilling across the bed, their legs, making a mess. It mixes with Piper’s own release, encasing them in smells of pure sex.

His breath is ragged. No breathing to half breathing. If his lungs are permanently destroyed from the scream they endured he would be the happiest person alive. What a way to go but through mind-liquifying sex.

“You alive?” Piper croaks out eventually, minutes or hours or days floating by them.

“I think i’ve gone blind.” He mumbles, “I just see white space.”

She gives him a tired giggle, relaxing more into the bed, letting him carve himself around her.

“You okay?” He whispers, brushing a hand down her neck, across her cheek.

“Just sleepy.” She smiles, not bothering to open her eyes.

“No sleeping.” He shakes her gently, “We have to get you cleaned up. I’m not leaving you like this and i need to shower.”

“I’ll be fine.” She’s already turning her face away, burying her expressions behind her blanket of thick black hair.

“No way Piper,” He lifts himself off her, making sure to keep contact with her skin. He wraps his hands around her waist and pulls gently. “You are coming down from a major high and I'm not leaving you here to crash by yourself. The last time I did that you had a full blown panic attack.”

She groans, arguments trying to battle their way across her tongue. He trojan horse’s her, kissing her in his own attack and silencing any of her protests.

“Come on,” He carries her off the bed and into the shower, “I got you.”

They spend the shower leaning on each other, washing blood and sweat and sex off their bodies. The steam curls around them, softening their skin and frizzing their hair. Piper’s stays pin straight but Percy’s ringlets more and more. By the time they’re done, no nook or cranny has escaped the engulfing heat. The ache of their long and burning session is settling deeply into their bones.

“Crash on the couch?” Piper looks at him as she puts on a pair of his socks, and tugs down his white “fuck the p-olice/-atriarchy/-oliticians” shirt. It barely reaches mid thigh but she doesn’t care and he loves seeing her in his clothes. A rotten, disturbed part of him likes the idea that he owns her. She’d slaughter him if she knew. He’d let her.

“Fuck yes,” he nods, ushering her to the large pull out couch in the lounge. “Laundry can get done tomorrow.” He waves towards the bedroom, before grabbing two bottles of water and bananas.

“Eat,” He hands it to her. “And then you can crash.”

He ignores her scowl as he peels his banana and scarfs it down far too quickly.

Her eyes are closed by the time he's finished his water.

***

Jason Grace greets Percy with a bright smile. “Hey Pers, how was your day with Piper yesterday?”

“Oh good thank you,” He smiles up at his friend. “Yea we just hung out and watched netflix mostly. Neither of us were in the mood to do anything too wild.”

“Oh nice,” The blonde smiled, “I’m taking Pipes out for our three year anniversary tomorrow. Hopefully she won't mind swimming. I wanted to do a beach day.”