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Flowers and Brimstone
Flora_Winters
Disclaimer: I do not own the Percy Jackson series and I'm not making any money here either.
Summary: Hades and Persephone have a baby, but they had to secret him away to the mortal world where he grew up believing he is human. He sees dead people. Plants talk to him. The meds do nothing but make him sneeze. But, one day, while visiting a garden shop with his folks, he falls face first into a situation that cracks the enchantment which cloaks him from the realm of myth. As if being the adopted son of a preacher man wasn't bad enough, now he's running from a snaked haired woman, a goat demon, and people with scary swords. Irreverence, Language, MM, OC, Violence
Chapter Six
Grover parked under a flickering security light near the front sliding doors. A lot of bugs were flying around it and Christian could see a few bats swooping down to feast. He liked bats for the most part. They sort of reminded him of puppies with swift wings.
“We got to make this quick,” Percy said as they all exited the stolen truck. “We don’t exactly have a lot of time.”
Grover nodded and Annabeth looked away. She looked like she wanted to say something along the lines of, ‘Don’t ever take a girl to the mall and expect her to hurry, male.’
Christian was actually wondering what the time was. He knew it was late and that malls didn’t exactly stay open passed a certain hour. This wasn’t exactly Hong Kong. If he wanted dry clothes that actually fit, he was going to have to make it snappy.
William leaned in close to him. “How much money do you have on you?” The shade whispered into his ear.
“Three hundred in cash,” he answered his boyfriend and then gave a sad smirk. “I also have Daddy’s credit card.”
That caused the ghost to whistle. “When did you swipe that?”
Christian shrugged. “I have my secrets.”
The phantom pouted. “Not from me you don’t.”
“Sweet wonderful Pan chewing on a soda can,” Grover gushed, practically dancing up to the doors. “They have escalators!”
Percy laughed and Annabeth rolled her eyes. Their satyr friend looked so very, very happy. Christian took it that the goat-boy didn’t make it out of the pasture much.
The shiny glass doors slid open and all five went inside. A young woman stopped them on the other side just as fast. She looked tired and ready to go home.
Her nametag read, ‘Eve.”
“We will be closing in twenty minutes,” she deadpanned and then smiled as if she were on some kind of delay. “Welcome to Steve’s Closet.” She turned to the left and frowned. “Adam! I told you! No wire hangers in the windows!”
“Goddamn,” William said, crossing his muscular arms across his broad chest. “What crawled up her Victoria’s Secret and bit her snatch?”
Grover snorted out loud and Percy turned pinker than cotton candy. Annabeth was glaring daggers at the invisible phantom.
“You’re wet,” Eve spoke to Christian.
“Yes,” he replied, giving her a sour look. “It’s raining.”
“Your friends are dry,” she observed, narrowing her eyes at him.
“I didn’t say where it was raining now did I, Eve?” He said, putting a venomous emphasis on her name. “Point me to Ed Hardy and a dressing room.”
She rolled her eyes, but led the way.
“Eve was weak,” William snickered. “I bet this bitch soared through CUNT 101 and 102 with the help of them dirty pillows.”
Christian kept silent and followed after the young saleswoman. He actually discovered himself wondering if William could be picked up on any of the security cameras. It would be really neat if he could be.
Grover went off to play on the escalator, but Percy drug him back and they both took a seat in the floor. Annabeth helped Christian pick out a few shirts and jeans with William’s comedic input. Annabeth told him to at least pick out two just in case something else was to happen.
Eve stuck close by. Christian guessed she thought they might try and steal stuff.
He looked at Percy and Grover. Percy looked out of his element and Grover was giving a metallic skirt a hungry stare.
Was the goat drooling?
He shook his head.
“Try these on,” Annabeth said, shoving him towards the dressing rooms. “I’ll go find shoes.”
I need shoes?
He made no argument. He actually told her to find him socks, too.
He walked into the dressing room and closed the wooden door behind him, locking it out of habit. He was surrounded on three sides by high mirrors and the white walls still smelled of fresh paint.
He stripped naked and gazed at himself within the glass.
“I’d give both nuts to be able to hold you right now,” William spoke from behind.
Christian closed his eyes.
“You’re beautiful, Chrissy.”
He wanted to be held and comforted so badly right now. He longed to feel William’s weight on top of him, feeling his largeness swell and grow inside of him, filling him to the brink of nova.
He dressed in silence and found he looked good dressed in explosions of colorful death. The shirt and pants fit him like a mortician’s glove, showing off just how thin and twinky he was.
“My gorgeous Twinkerbell.”
He laughed. “Shut up, Will.”
William looked at him. “Annabeth told me.”
Christian sobered and stilled.
Was this about his blood?
The golden ichor in which he bled?
William moved close. The shade looked torn. In pain.
“I know my Greek myths, Chrissy,” he said, suddenly kneeling before him on one knee. “Immortals…Gods bleed gold.”
Christian backed up a step.
“What are you doing, Will? Get up.”
William smiled. “I always knew you were someone special.”
“Will? Please get up. I don’t want to take about this,” he pleaded.
William stood. “There are no other explanations,” he said. “My boyfriend is God…well, one of many.”
A distant roaring sound began to fill Christian’s ears and he covered them, shaking his head back and forth. He didn’t want to hear this. Not now. Not ever.
“Maybe,” William smiled brighter. “Maybe you can bring me back.”
Christian’s green eyes snapped open and someone else was looking back at him from within the mirror. It was him, only it wasn’t.
It was a darker, far more twisted mirror image. A terrible beauty so fail and horrible, it could boil eyes within their sockets.
He couldn’t turn his face away from the creature in the cold mirror. Inside the glass, a god was looking out.
He was pale as bone and more luminous than magnesium on fire. His eyes could turn an ocean to salt and his fists looked as though they could shatter mountains. Vines slithered around him and sprouted poisonous thorns as his hair billowed about his face like volcanic smoke. Each strand of smoky darkness looked as though it could catch fire at any given moment. All it would take was a single spark of rage. All he need do was crack the glass and let it shatter.
He raised a fist, but was snapped back to himself by a knock at the door. He blinked and turned to see William looking at him with hope.
“Hey!” Annabeth called, knocking the door again. “I found you some shoes. How do you like heels on your boots?”
Percy and Grover were both snickering.
He nodded at William.
“Slide them and the socks under, Annabeth,” William said, grinning from ear to ear. “Babe has found his inner rock star.”
Christian also purchased cologne and deodorant. In the end, he used his dad’s credit card and signed off.
He would save the cash. He had a feeling he was going to need it.
Eve wished them all a wonderful night and then promptly began shrieking at Adam some more. Christian found himself beginning to feel for the poor guy.
“You look hot enough to burn,” Annabeth grinned from beside him.
Christian thanked her.
Grover tried to gag himself with the truck key and Percy wouldn’t even look at him. Percy’s reaction caused a slight ping to resonate on his Gaydar once more.
William leaned in. “Methinks the jailbait has the hots for you.”
Christian shook his head, finding the jealousy in William’s voice pleasing. “No. Not for me. I think he wishes he was open like me. He has it bad for another not in present company.”
“I could watch his dreams,” William instantly offered.
Christian thought on it. That would help him to understand things better. He did like having the upper hand.
“Watch them all and then come into mine.”
William beamed. “Naked and hard?”
Christian smiled. “On a bed of fresh apple blossoms.”
William could only touch him in dreams. Only in the realm of sleep could they have what they had lost. But, on waking, it was like having a heart attack all over again.
Percy stepped in closer to him. “Sit by me.”
Christian cocked a brow, but nodded.
“Yee haw!” Grover shouted, kicking his hooves together. “Here we come, Nashville! Oh, how I love that banjo melody!”
Annabeth elbowed him.
To Be Continued…
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