⚠️ Warnings: selfcest, mild sexual tones, kidnapping (?), underage - or, learning to love yourself quite differently than one would expect
Because @skullsandcorals is a bad influence and I love them so much 💙
He forgot how adorable he was. Well, no, probably he didn't even notice how he looked, he had too many things to be concerned about. But now, looking at himself, looking at the boy, so experienced in some things, yet still naive and unburdened about others, he couldn't understand how nobody wanted to keep him to themselves, protecting him from the evil of the world.
He was just so precious.
"Easy, there, you don't have to be afraid. Nobody can hurt you anymore," he said as he patted the younger boy's head. Those fiery, sea-green, beautiful eyes that others swore came from Poseidon, yet they were so unique to him blinked up at him in surprise, and relaxed. Not completely, he was too wound up for that, but some part of him must have trusted in him.
They were one and the same, after all.
"Why did you kidnap me then?" His younger, more innocent self asked with a glare, but his previous death stare was gone. Mostly, he just looked confused and lost. Perseus wanted nothing more than to hug him and squeeze him and hide from everything and everybody, but he knew he had to make Percy trust in him first.
"Because I didn't want you to live through the things I had to. Because the things you had to survive are nothing compared to the things that await you. Because I want to protect you," he confessed honestly. The only thing he left out was that he wanted to show Percy how to accept himself, how to love himself, but that was for another conversation.
"What… what happened? What will happen? Did we lose?" Percy, young, still idealist Percy asked with a trembling voice.
"No, we won. But it didn't get better. There was another war. And another. But now, you don't have to be concerned about them. You will be safe here. I was the big hero of the wars, as you can see, they rewarded me with immortality, but it's not worth it. They aren't worth it. You don't have to be the big hero, others can do it. You don't have to sacrifice everything for their gain, for a moment of recognition. You are safe now, and you will be protected and taken care of," Perseus explained. He wasn't sure if Percy could understand anything about those jumbled messes that came out of his mouth, but he must have, because they were the same. They thought the same way, they acted the same way.
"I am being selfish, aren't I?" Percy asked, head lowered, looking defeated.
"Maybe. But you deserve, we deserve to be selfish," the god stated, voice steady and confident. He felt his stomach clench at the sight his younger self made, and he couldn't stop himself from running his fingers through his hair, caressing him, loving him.
He had the same face, the same eyes and hair, but he was softer, younger, lovelier. Maybe it was weird how he fell for his younger self so quickly, how he became so enamored with himself, but it didn't stop him from falling for Percy. He was a god, after all, a selfish god, who fall into the trap of an innocent virgin, just like other gods did before him. But he couldn't help it - Percy was perfect.
Percy was perfect; sweet and adorable, lithe and strong, loyal and loving. He just needed to learn how to prioritize himself, how to love himself. And Perseus was ready to teach him everything.
Percy was his.
As he moved his hand to caress his cheeks, Percy moaned lowly, and smiled, eyes still closed. He was so touch starved, but Perseus would do anything and everything in his power to keep him satisfied, touch him, hug him every day, love him and protect him. He felt his breath quickening, the ichor in his veins rushing as he took in Percy's expression.
His younger self was so desperate for any kind of affection, and Perseus was ready to give it to him.
"What are you…?" Percy whispered, but before he could finish his question, Perseus leaned down and kissed full on his mouth. He couldn't enjoy the press of their lips for long, because Percy squeaked and jumped back, embarrassedly covering his blushing face, but that tiny kiss was enough to enamore Perseus.
"You are really cute," he murmured, making the red on the demigod's face become more prominent. He had to swallow as the images of how he could make Percy blush even more intruded in his mind.
"Liar," Percy mumbled, still hiding his lips behind his hands, as he stared at the god with fire in his eyes. "Why did you do that?"
"I'm not a liar," the god huffed. "You really are too cute for everybody else. And I did it because we need it. We are both touch starved, feeling unloved and abandoned. Why can't we give ourselves what others couldn't give us?! We could love us so much, if you just allowed," Perseus begged.
"I… I can't just…" Percy stammered, his conscience and loyalty not allowing him to even consider being this selfish. Thankfully, Perseus had no such problems. Surviving three wars, going through Tartarus, giving up himself for Annabeth just to be betrayed by those he loved, then being turned into a god changed his perspectives and priorities. For him, Percy was the only being that counted.
"You can. Look at me, I am you. Think about it, what could have happened to you to become me? To make me want to protect my younger self from the things I had to survive. I am you, Percy, and I don't want you to become me. Please, believe me," the god pleaded. He could see the conflict in the demigod's eyes, and he knew what he had to do. He stepped closer, one step at the time, and when Percy didn't run, he hugged him close. He didn't do anything else, just hugged his younger self, until Percy completely melted into his body. He shouldn't have noticed the size differences between them, not then and there, in the middle of an emotional situation, but he couldn't help it. Percy was just so small, yet so powerful, so soft, yet so strong. Perseus could easily overpower him, he was so much bigger than his younger self, but the demigod was still the same demigod, who won against the God of War at twelve years old, the same one who surprised everybody again and again with his power and resourcefulness. Perseus never felt more proud of himself than he was at that moment, hugging his lighter, less burdened self. He was capable of everything - but he didn't need to be. Perseus knew what he could do, and that was enough. Percy didn't need to go through the same trials as he did. He was perfect like this.
He pressed a kiss on Percy's head, and for his surprise and happiness, the younger man didn't protest, didn't step away. He stayed, and relaxed even more.
"I will protect you. I will love you," Perseus promised, and he would fight against anything and anyone who stood in the way to fulfill his promise.
"Okay," he heard a faint murmur that was mainly obscured by his chest, but it made him so happy he was quite sure he was never before. Not even when he asked Annabeth to be his wife, regardless of how tainted the memory was by her actions.
"Thank you," he whispered, and lifted Percy's hand to his lips. He didn't realize that Percy still had his scars, not yet washed away by the River Styx, but there it was, the first wound he received from Luke. He pressed a kiss on the scar knowing the story behind it, and he swore to himself he would kiss and make better each and every scar Percy's body held.
The demigod twisted in his embrace, embarrassed and wanting to escape, but Perseus just hugged him closer, steadying him, showing that it was not a weakness to accept love. That he deserved it.
As his lips brushed over his scarred hand again, the younger man settled down, sighing into Perseus' chest, then, to the god's surprise, he pressed there a kiss.
"Come, let's make us more comfortable, okay?" The older version of Percy led the younger one to his bed, laying him down, then following him, not wanting to let him go for even a second. He stroked a stray lock out of Percy's eyes, staring at those beautiful gems unobscured. He leaned closer, and closer, until their nose almost touched, never looking away from Percy's eyes. Only when the younger boy's lashes fluttered closed turned his gaze towards the open, inviting, so pretty lips. His mouth dried with want, and he could see he wasn't the only one who needed the kiss like dry ground needed a drop of water.
It was Percy, who closed the distance between them. Their kiss was slow, just getting to know each other, but Perseus felt electrified, more alive than ever before. Kissing Percy, kissing himself gave him life.
As they slowly separated to breathe, the blush on Percy's face was so enchanting, so lovely, Perseus just had to know what he could do to cajole more out of him. More blush, more moans, more responses. He rose, and with a quick move, he straddled the other man's hips. He rubbed and kissed the muscles of his shoulders and neck, the places where he had to bear Atlas' weight. In contrast to the god, Percy still wore the white lock in his hair that proudly showed one of his many trials, and Perseus wanted nothing more than to ease the weight of his memories of being crushed by the sky. He was so strong, he was so good and powerful, but there was no need to be on guard anymore. Percy was in safe hands from now on.
The younger man squirmed at first, just a bit, as if he didn't know what was happening, and Perseus felt his chest expand in happiness that he was going to be Percy's first at everything. He wouldn't have to go through betrayals and awful experiences, he would only feel pleasure and love.
Eventually, as Percy relaxed under him, he pulled the demigod's eyesore orange T-shirt off of his body, and continued to explore the scarred skin with his lips and tongue. Under him, the younger man moved, Perseus first thought he wanted to get away again, but then he realized the demigod was sliding his hips against the bed with tiny, probably unconscious movements, searching for friction. His eyes were shut, lips parted, face slack with pleasure and Perseus' heart felt so full of love and pride that he was the one who made Percy feel good. He did good. Finally, in his life, he did something good.
Perseus was hard, the fabric of his toga lightly teased his cock every time he moved, and he was aching to slide against the clothed ass of his younger self. Just the tiniest touch, yet it pressed a gasp out of both of them. Percy's movements stilled, the muscles in his back tensed, but didn't try to get away.
"It's all right. I won't do anything that would hurt you," he kissed Percy's neck soothingly. He kisses the skin again, and again, pressing hundreds and thousands kisses all over Percy's body. "I won't hurt you, I promise. It will feel good. You deserve to feel good," he repeated over and over again.
"You don't need to deny yourself, just allow me to make you feel loved and cared for," he pleaded. A shaky breath was his response, and the tiniest nod, but it was enough for him. Perseus bent down and kissed his lips, his neck and shoulder, sucking and marking the soft skin, Percy moaning, panting under him, bucking his hips, and Perseus couldn't help, but rock against the motion. His cock was hard and sensitive, and feeling Percy pliant and responsive under him, he felt he could come then and there.
But he was a god, he could restrain himself. Percy was the one who mattered.
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