Divine Desires: A Night with Gods

Chapter 1: The Bath of Temptation

The steam rose in lazy curls from the obsidian bath, the air thick with the scent of myrrh and lust. Percy stood at the edge, his lithe frame draped in a sheer linen tunic that clung to his skin, teasing the outlines of his toned body beneath. The golden cuff on his wrist glinted under the flickering torchlight, a cursed blessing that marked him as the gods’ chosen. He hated it, but tonight, it seemed to pulse with a heat of its own.

Achilles emerged from the shadows first, his golden hair damp and tousled, muscles rippling with every predatory step. Behind him, Patroclus, darker and more brooding, carried a smirk that promised trouble. Both warriors, both legends, and both utterly fixated on Percy.

“Well, well, the divine plaything graces us with his presence,” Achilles drawled, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down Percy’s spine. “I thought you’d be off charming Apollo or seducing Ares by now.”

Percy arched a brow, stepping closer to the water’s edge, his bare feet silent on the cool stone. “And miss the chance to see you two peacocks preen? Never. Besides, I choose my own bedmates, thank you very much.”

Patroclus chuckled, his dark eyes glinting with mischief as he shed his tunic, revealing the hard planes of his chest. “Bold words for someone who’s trembling already. Or is that just the steam getting to you?”

“Trembling?” Percy shot back, his voice sharp as a blade. “Keep dreaming, Patroclus. I’m more likely to make you quake before the night is through.”

Achilles grinned, stepping into the bath, the water lapping at his powerful thighs. “Big talk. Let’s see if you can back it up, little demigod.” He extended a hand, his gaze a challenge. “Join us. Unless you’re all bark and no bite.”

Percy’s lips curled into a smirk as he let the tunic fall from his shoulders, baring his skin to their hungry stares. He stepped into the warm water, the heat enveloping him like a lover’s caress. Achilles’ strong arms wrapped around his waist, pinning him in place as a broad chest pressed against his back. He splayed one hand over Percy’s chest, right over his heart.

“All the gods vying for you to warm their beds… and you’ve chosen us,” Achilles murmured, his breath hot against Percy’s ear.

“Of course,” Percy replied, his voice steady despite the wildfire spreading through his veins. He moved, one hand gripping Patroclus’ bicep for balance, the other dipping beneath the waters, searching, only to be stopped as Patroclus caught his wrist with a firm grip.

“Not so fast,” Patroclus teased, his thumb brushing over the cursed cuff. “This little trinket might keep us from your skin, but it won’t stop us from driving you wild.” He pressed a slow, deliberate kiss to the inside of Percy’s wrist, his lips lingering.

Percy’s breath caught, a sharp gasp escaping him. Achilles shivered with anticipation behind him, his hold tightening just enough to remind Percy of the raw power coiled in those arms. Such a powerful man, and yet so careful.

“Let us take care of you,” Patroclus said, his voice a velvet promise as he moved closer, the water rippling around them.

Percy nodded, words failing him as his pulse raced like a hummingbird’s wings. He suspected Achilles could feel it, that frantic beat beneath his palm. Closing his eyes, he leaned back against Achilles’ shoulder, surrendering to the sweet bliss of the moment. The water lapped at their bodies, the tension building like a storm ready to break. He could feel Achilles growing hard against his ass, the heat of Patroclus’ gaze as it roamed over him, hungry and unyielding.

Tonight, Percy would be no one’s pawn. Tonight, he’d claim these warriors as his own, their bodies sweating and panting under his command. He could already imagine the taste of them, the way they’d make him wet and dripping with need, the way he’d have them begging for more. And as Patroclus’ lips trailed higher up his arm, and Achilles’ grip shifted lower, Percy knew this night would burn hotter than any divine flame.