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Being mortal is not something that he is made for. He is Phoebus Apollyon, god of poetry and the sun. Unfortunately for him, that is what he is now. A mortal. A flabby, helpless, flailing failure of a mortal.
Fortunately for him, he still has Percy. Apollo will be the first to admit that he hadn’t expected Percy to still want to be with him when he’d shown up at the Jackson’s door with a bloody nose and stoplight coloured demigod.
That was also the day Apollo discovered he was an omega . Secondary genders had never really affected the gods. Percy submitted to him, even as an alpha, and that was enough. They never had to worry about secondary gender roles in the bedroom because as far as Apollo was concerned, he was a god, which trumped everything else.
Now, though, it seemed as if Percy was the one who was now in control. Especially since the incident when they’d first reunited. Had Apollo been paying attention to the date, he probably could have calculated the fact that Percy was in rut. Seeing as how Apollo was a little self-obsessed at the moment however, the thought slipped his mind.
That was how Apollo found himself dripping slick on Percy’s floor and begging for his knot the first time. The thing was that Apollo wanted it to happen again. While Percy’s ruthless fucking hadn’t surprisingly enough not sent him into an early heat, being apart from Percy for so long after their knotting probably had.
And if only to make matters worse, fighting Commodus had done nothing but drain him of even more energy. In short, he was tired, sweaty, and extremely uncomfortable.
And so so so needy. Emmie and Joe can’t do much for him besides give him water, a granola bar, and a toy. It’s enough to tide him over long enough for him to return downstairs and help make dinner as if nothing ever happened. His half-sister, Thalia, is glancing at him knowingly, but she says nothing.
It’s fine, perfectly fine. Until of course, it isn’t. The Waystation is attacked, and Apollo has to muster up the energy to fight again. He does his best to ignore the plug up his ass, much as the temperature of the room continues to rise for him and stay normal for everyone else, he realizes that he has to at least do something about this.
Thalia and the hunters once again came to their aid. Thalia mentioned backup of some sort, but Apollo was too close to his heat to fully understand her words. That and the plug was a slightly bigger size.
The small taste of divinity Apollo had used was like having ambrosia again, although the moment was trumped after he found out the news about Heloise. A funeral was held for the brave griffon, and afterwards, Apollo excused himself.
He trudged up to his room, fully intent on masterbating until he fell asleep. He was pretty sure that at this point he knew what to expect.
Apparently he didn’t, if Percy Jackson sitting on his bed was any indication. Apollo almost fell over as he stumbled over himself to reach Percy. Percy’s arms were out immediately, and any sleepiness Apollo had felt vanished, replaced with a gnawing hunger in his gut. He can feel the slick rushing down his thighs, even with the plug in. The way Percy’s nose twitches is all the indications that Apollo needs to know that Percy can smell the change in him.
“Alpha,” Apollo begs. His voice is rough as scratchy, but clearly enunciated is the neediness, because gods , he needs his alpha’s knot so bad . “Alpha,” Apollo whines again. “Please, I need your knot.” He tries to roll his hips over Percy’s crotch, but Percy is lifting him towards the bathroom.
“Baby, you’re filthy.” Percy says it like a fact, which makes Apollo pause in his tracks. “You’ve been in two major battles in less than twenty four hours, and you recovered a magical chair that spouts prophecies.”
“You have to actually sit on it first,” Apollo mumbles even as Percy ignores him.
“You need a shower,” Percy tells him. “And you need to sleep.” He brushes the matted curls from Apollo’s face. If there is one thing that Apollo will always be grateful for, it’s the fact that Percy still looks at him the same, god or Lester.
Percy keeps his word because the next day Apollo is woken up to the feeling of Percy’s fingers reaching lower and lower and lower . Apollo groans and stirs, pushing back against Percy’s fingers. He can feel his cock now, pressed up against him. He’s hard, Percy’s hard, and Apollo feels the slick leaking from his thighs again. Apollo moans.
“You’re so wet, baby.” Percy purrs softly. “Do you need something from me?” Apollo barely managed a nod. “What do you want?” Percy says, seemingly intent on hearing Apollo whimper for him.
“Whatever you think I need.” Apollo whispers out breathlessly. Something in him is telling him, yelling at him, to please his alpha.
“I think you need a sun to maybe dissipate shadows of the mess you’ve made.” Percy runs his fingers in the puddle of slick that has collected under Apollo. “Look at the mess you’re making.” Apollo, however, could honestly care less about what Percy’s is saying. He much rather prefers what he’s doing.
Percy has already managed to work three fingers inside of him, and Apollo wants to beg for more. As if hearing his silent pleas, Percy fits another finger in Apollo’s hole, which is still gushing slick.
Apollo whines as Percy pulls out. Thick fingers are in front of his face a second later and at Percy’s command to, “Suck,”, Apollo swallows Percy’s fingers and sucks the slick off them. Apollo sucks them with fever, relishing in the groaning sound Percy makes.
It’s so much all at once and Apollo feels as if he might burst. “Alpha,” he’s begging again. Before, he might have said that a god does not beg, but right now he doesn’t care about the before. He cares about now. And now, he wants Percy’s knot. He wants to be fucked into the mattress until he can’t feel his legs, and then he wants Percy’s to do it all over again.
Luckily, Percy seems to be unable to make him wait anymore. He flips them over and pushes Apollo’s head downwards. Apollo bites his lips and grins, pushing his ass forward, trying to present to his alpha.
“Is this what you want, baby?” Percy asks. Apollo can feel his blunt tip catching on his rim. Another spurt of slick gushes from his hole. Apollo moans, and nods, spreading his legs even wider.
“I need words, baby,” Percy laughs above him. “I want to hear you say it.”
“Yes,” Apollo moans out. “Yes alpha, please, yes, I need your knot.” Apollo babbles. He feels Percy’s cock retreat from his hole and is disappointed- before he feels Percy push all the way in .
It’s almost embarrassing how quickly Apollo comes, and it would be embarrassing if he were a god. But he is not a god. He is a mortal, who’s New York driver’s license reads Lester Papadopoulos. He is an omega in heat with slick staining his thighs and his alpha, the alpha, Percy Jackson above him, fucking him as if there’s no tomorrow.
“Percy, Percy, Percy,” Apollo chants. It’s like a prayer on his lips, and his divinity feels closer than ever. He can feel Percy’s knot growing, catching his rim as Percy changes his angle.
“Alpha, alpha, alpha,” Apollo begs. “Alpha, please knot me.”
“Yeah?” Percy pants from above him. “You want your alpha’s big knot? Are you going to beg for it?” Well. Apollo is nothing if not foolish, and he foolishly accepts this challenge too. He pushes his ass out more, spreading his legs and hooking his arms underneath. He widens his hole, and with the prettiest smile he can manage, says, “Please knot me.”
If Apollo was in a clear headspace, he might have known the frenzy his actions would send Percy into.
The push of Percy’s hips against him as he shoves his knot in has Apollo’s eyes rolling back up in his head. He bites the pillow in front of him to keep from screaming too loud. He’s coming again , he knows he’ll be coming again. Drool is leaking from his mouth, his alpha is above him forcing his knot through his small hole.
Fuck. All that's maybe missing is-
“Breed me.” Apollo gasps out. “Please, please, give me your baby!” Percy groans.
“Only one?” he asks. “You don’t want to be stuffed with my seed all the time ?” Another sharp thrust from Percy has Apollo wailing .
When Percy finally cums, Apollo can feel how bloated his stomach gets. It feels fucking amazing and has him planning how to drip slick on Percy’s floor for a third time.