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Percy stared at the gift box he'd just opened. “No way.”
“Yes way.”
“Did you steal it?” Of course that was the assumption. Luke didn't hold it against him though.
“Surprisingly, no. He was suspiciously okay with it when I asked. Probably because you've been looking after his kids at camp.”
Percy just hummed in agreement. Luke had also looked after Eros’ kids in the Hermes cabin, no surprise there. But to think he'd give one of his arrows…
This one was tipped with a golden point, and it had that supernatural glow. This was an arrow that would inspire love and lust in whoever was struck by it.
Percy blushed bright red at the thought.
He and Luke already loved each other, obviously, but surely even they wouldn't be… unaffected by it.
“Apparently it's single-use when shot from a bow, but if we just prick ourselves with the tip we can make it last a bit longer. Maybe even all night.”
Percy looked up at Luke. For the record, his dearest beloved boyfriend was a skilled liar with an immaculate poker face. He's turned away right now, but Percy could easily see his ears were also turning red.
It was cute. It also made him feel a little better.
He leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you.”
“Happy Valentines," Luke was smiling at him now, "I take it you like your gift?”
“Oh hell yes, now show me how it works.”
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How it works is three hours later Luke has Percy face down and crying into the pillow as he gets railed into next week.
Literally. He's simply not moving until then.
Luke will have to carry him because clearly this is all his fault.
He's been lying prone bone ever since his legs gave out, he can't even feel them, until a particularly good thrust makes him kick up his calves for a brief moment.
There's a muffled shriek as Luke suddenly speeds up, skin slapping, sweat dripping into the marks Percy clawed into his back, shit oh shit oh fUCK. Percy babbles something that sounds like Luke's name plus a few other expletives into his pillow.
Luke's barely holding it together.
He wants to pull Percy up so he can hear every sound he makes. He wants to press him down so he can feel every inch of him.
His boyfriend had the same thought as he weakly tried to match his pace even as his thighs burned with the exertion.
Luke curses in Ancient Greek, fucking hell, he could feel Percy’s need like it was his own, it was maddening. It lingered in the back of his mind, an echo of his own desire, and all he could do was feel.
And when they moved, they moved as one. If Percy so much as twitched a certain way he knew exactly how to make him scream. And the same was true for Percy, who pushed back and cried out Luke’s name as he came on the sheets and Luke followed, filling him up for what felt like the tenth time.
Is this what it's like to be hit by an arrow twice?
It had to be. He loved Percy the moment he met him and vice versa.
Was that the first time? Is that why this second arrow had them feeling like their souls were being inextricably intertwined?
It felt like fire.
It felt like coming home.
Luke had to take a moment to catch his breath, still lying on top of the other.
Percy lifted his face off the pillow to peek at him over his shoulder.
He was panting and his voice was shot to hell and back but his body had other ideas, “One more?” grinding his hips.
Luke groaned. He's still hard, and presumably so was Percy.
“Gimme a minute,” he pulls them into a spooning position without pulling out.
Percy relaxes into the embrace with a sigh. He asks Luke, “How much more do we have left?”
His boyfriend reached over to the nightstand for the golden arrow, still faintly glowing.
“Two, maybe three more jabs before this runs out.”
He could feel, almost hear, the way Percy's heart rate picked up at that.
Adorable.
Luke kisses his temple, his cheek. He'd kiss his neck too if he wasn't so certain of exactly where that would lead them and he wants to get his breathing under control first.
And maybe he just wants to hold his boy, sue him.
“I love you.” Percy says it so easily.
He puts the arrow back for now, instead opting to lift up the other’s hand to his lips where he places a delicate kiss.
“Thank you.” He doesn't say it back this time, but it's understood all the same.
Thank you for loving me .
It's more than he feels he deserves but Percy has already felt the proof for himself, of just how much Luke feels for him.
Percy's warm and sleepy so he closes his eyes and rests.
A few minutes later, he wakes up to Luke moving deep inside him and then they're right back where they left off. No complaints there.
A couple more arrow jabs eventually leads to Percy in a number of creative positions, both on and off the bed.
There was no holding back, and this time Luke did pull up Percy's face so he could hear him fully, neighbors be damned.
The last of the arrow's magic went to Luke who carried Percy to the bathroom and, upon being rejuvenated by the shower, managed to pull off a few more rounds out of his boyfriend.
Even after they'd gone to bed, they could feel their souls resonating, and they knew this was a love that would last a lifetime.
Best Valentine's gift ever.