Hi guys! This is my first Percy Jackson fic ever, so try not to judge too hard? I'm kind of happy with it, so :) It IS slash, so just the warning there. If you don't like that, there's a little red X in the top right hand corner of the page. Also, I dropped the f-bomb. But only once. So warning there, too, I guess.

Special thanks to my beta, Amanda, aka strongwriter. You should definitely check her out. She's kind of really amazing.

Disclaimer: Not mine and whatnot. Everything that you recognize belongs to a one Mr. Riordan.

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"Percy..."

He has a way with words. Not piecing them together, so much. Luke is no poet. The way he says them, though...He can make the phone book sound beautiful. The way he breathes my name, it's like he holds it in reverence. He says it like he worships me. I'm no god. He knows that.

"Luke, don't. We can't do this any more. They're...we are fighting a war out there, and on opposing sides, no less!"

He kissed my shoulder as I gestured wildly out the grimy window to my left. A scuzzy, rundown motel is the backdrop of tonight's tryst. The sheets look like they haven't been changed recently, and everything is just dirty, but it was cheap. We've definitely stooped to a low level, and I find it slightly pathetic. We've been meeting like this for years, though. The Gods and the Titans are on the brink of a war, a huge war, and still, here we are. We each had our own army to lead out there, and we'd be going into battle against each other. It was only a matter of time before one of us died.

"I love you, idiot."

He did. I knew he did. I wrapped a hand around the back of his neck and pulled him down for a kiss, and then another, and another. He moaned, I think, but it was lost in the bruising force of my lips on his. I let it last for a bit, the kiss getting more and more passionate with every second. I broke it, though. It was always me that did that. Never him.

"Luke...what about Annabeth?"

My girlfriend. Sometimes, when I was with him, I would realize that I was, in fact, a cheater. Then he would do that thing with his tongue, and all conscious thought would be forgotten. She knew, though, I think. Not completely, but she suspected. She could taste him on me, but she could never figure out who it was that she could sense. It was him. It had always been him. She would kill me if she found out, of course. Demigods weren't immortal. I would be in the Fields of Asphodel, awaiting judgment, faster than I could say "I'm sorry". She and I were in love with the same man. Annabeth would never forgive me if she knew that I was sleeping with him.

"What about her? Forget Annabeth. She is nothing to me. I only care about you. You know that."

Indeed, I did. Luke had no family, save for his father, Hermes, and his half-brothers and sisters. He hated them. They were the whole reason that we were at war. All because Luke had sided with Kronos...Luke loved only me, and mine was the only love he received.

"I love you, too, you fucking...gods...jerk."

He laughed insanely against my skin. A kiss, a touch. And so we continued, but only for the night. Our love existed inside these four walls, on this bed. Tomorrow was another day, to be spent kissing Annabeth. Moments with Luke would involve sword and shield. Snarled insults and threats amongst the clashing of our weapons. Tonight, he loved me with everything he had. Come tomorrow, I would be the bane of his existence. Now, I had my chance. I intended to take full advantage of it.