Chapter 1: The Bath of Temptation
The warm, fragrant waters of the marble bathhouse swirled around Percy, the steam curling like seductive whispers against his skin. The golden cuff on his wrist glinted under the flickering torchlight, a constant reminder of the divine eyes always watching, always wanting. But tonight, it wasn’t the gods of Olympus who held his attention—it was the two warriors before him, Achilles and Patroclus, their presence as commanding as any deity.
Achilles, golden and fierce, stood behind Percy, his strong arms wrapping around his waist with a possessive grip that sent a thrill down Percy’s spine. The warrior’s broad chest pressed against his back, a wall of heat and power. One hand splayed over Percy’s chest, right above his racing heart, as if claiming every erratic beat. 'All the gods vying for you to warm their beds… and you’ve chosen us,' Achilles murmured, his voice a low growl that vibrated through Percy’s core.
Percy tilted his head back, a smirk playing on his lips as he met Achilles’ intense gaze. 'Of course,' he replied, his tone dripping with confidence. 'Why settle for distant thunder when I can have the storm itself?'
Patroclus, standing in front of Percy, chuckled darkly, his eyes glinting with mischief. 'Careful, Percy. Storms can be… overwhelming.' His voice was smooth, teasing, as he stepped closer, the water rippling around his sculpted form. Percy’s breath hitched as he reached out, one hand gripping Patroclus’ bicep, the other dipping beneath the water, seeking the heat he knew awaited him. But Patroclus caught his hand with a swift, firm grip, stopping him just short.
'Tsk, tsk,' Patroclus teased, his thumb brushing over the cursed golden cuff. 'This little trinket always gets in the way, doesn’t it?' He leaned in, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to the inside of Percy’s wrist, right where the metal met skin. The sensation was electric, a jolt that made Percy’s breath catch and his body tense with raw need.
Achilles shivered behind him, his hold tightening just enough to remind Percy of the sheer strength coiled in those arms. 'Such a powerful man,' Percy taunted, his voice husky as he leaned back against Achilles’ shoulder, 'and yet you handle me like I’m made of glass.'
'Oh, we know you’re not fragile,' Achilles shot back, his lips brushing Percy’s ear, sending a shiver down his spine. 'But we intend to savor every inch of you before we shatter that control of yours.'
Patroclus grinned, his gaze dropping to Percy’s lips before flicking back up to meet his eyes. 'Let us take care of you,' he said, his tone a velvet promise that made Percy’s pulse race even faster. Percy nodded, not trusting his voice to stay steady under the weight of their combined attention. He already knew Achilles could feel the hummingbird flutter of his heartbeat beneath his palm.
Closing his eyes, Percy surrendered to the moment, resting his head fully against Achilles’ shoulder as the warrior’s hands began to roam, tracing the lines of his body with a hunger that matched his own. Patroclus moved closer, the heat of his breath ghosting over Percy’s collarbone as the water lapped at their skin. The air grew thick with anticipation, every touch a spark threatening to ignite an inferno. Percy’s mind spun with the promise of what was to come—hard, desperate need, the slick heat of skin on skin, and the raw, unbridled passion of being claimed by two legends. He prayed he wouldn’t forget a single second of this night, knowing that soon, their hands would be everywhere, driving him to the edge of bliss.
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