Gladiators

Chapter Two

*3rd Person's POV*

Jason liked Percy submitting to him. He loved the thrill it sent down his spine. He loved how his body tingled when he touched Percy. Jason loved submissive lovers. True, he had a strange ache in his heart for something more with Percy, but he didn't like wanting that. So he'd suppress the weird urges and stick with what he knew how to do- dominate, control, and possess in the best kind of way. He had no clue if Percy would want it, but he believed he could convince Percy to want it.

Percy couldn't think about anything but finding an escape route. His mentor and his best friend had taught him enough to know that you had to find the quickest escape route for later. Chiron was wise, and Annabeth was the best person to go to for strategy- you'd swear she was the daughter of Athena.

All Percy could hope for was that the Romans that took him didn't find his friends. There was a place no one except Percy and his close allies knew of- a place untouched by the corruption of humans. They had made sure of that.

But now, Percy, their protector, was captured. How could they stand up for themselves if he couldn't? Then, he remembered that he hadn't protected them on his own. He had their help. They could defend themselves better than he had defended himself. Still, if a Roman had even touched a single hair on any of their heads, Percy vowed to get revenge. No one touches his friends.

Jason took Percy to his personal room, to which Percy was awed by, but didn't show. He refused to like any of this place. The walls were a sky blue with clouds painted delicately on the walls. A picture of the sun was on the center wall, directly across from the king-sized bed. Percy looked up at the ceiling, seeing dark stormy clouds painted onto a dark blue ceiling, lightning coming out of the angry clouds. It looked like it was an actually storm, it was drawn so well.

The comforter on the bed was sky blue with yellow pillows like lightning. The bed looked as soft as a cloud. Percy didn't want to be in that bed. Bad things happens to Greeks who are in Romans' beds. Percy didn't want to be a part of that. "Sit on the bed." Jason ordered in a stern voice, and Percy cautiously walked to the bed, muttering Greek curses.

Jason smirked as he walked to the bathroom, grabbing a small bowl of water and a washcloth. He may not have known what the Greek was saying in his foreign language, but he had listened to his order. He could have also had his servants clean Perseus up, but he found joy in touching Perseus. Plus, Jason couldn't bear the thought of someone else touching HIS pretty Percy. Perseus was his, whether he knew it or not. As far as Jason was concerned, Percy was Jason's from the moment Jason had seen Percy.

Percy was terrified and furious, but his fury was drowning in the ocean of terror that seemingly went on forever. He was terrified that Jason would rape him, and furious at the thought of Jason raping him. It was like Percy's fury was a candle being snuffed out by a huge gust of terror.

He sat on the bed, shaking like a leaf from the same gust of terror that blew out his flame of fury. He prayed to any god or goddess, be they Roman or Greek, that he wouldn't lose his virginity on this night. He didn't care that he didn't believe in the Roman gods. Religion didn't matter in that second. Nothing mattered in that second except staying a virgin.

Jason came back into the room, a bowl of water and a washcloth in his hands. He sat the bowl on the nightstand next to the bed, kneeled down, and dipped the washcloth in the water. He rung it out and when dabbed the washcloth in one of Percy's slash wounds on his arm, and Jason stared in amazement as the wound healed right in front of his eyes in seconds.

Percy was afraid of Jason's reaction. He knew of the healing power water gave him, but he didn't know how Jason would react. He discovered that power when he had faced the Minotaur, sort of killed him, and got the horn of the Minotaur. He had been nearly dead, and Annabeth, his best friend, had dragged him to a stream to try to clean his wounds.

She'd had a huge shock when his wounds had healed instantly. They had agreed to keep it a secret from everyone outside their close group of friends and their teacher. But Jason could give him away, kill him, or anything he wanted.

"Well, isn't that interesting?" Jason said, finally looking up from Percy wound and into his eyes. Percy's face was blank of emotion, but his sea green eyes gave away his fear. Jason suddenly wanted his love, not his obedience and fear. But his desire to possess Percy as his was greater than his dislike of Percy's fear, and he was willing to let Percy fear him to get him to be Jason's.

He comforted himself by thinking Percy would learn to love him, but deep down, he knew no true love would come from fear. As long as Perseus feared him, there would be no love returned to Jason. Not even affection.

"We'll keep this little power between us." Jason decided aloud, and Percy's eyes showed confusion, but his face remained void of emotion. "What?" Percy finally asked. "No one needs to know. But remember, if you ever disobey me, no water will be given after your punishment." Jason said sternly, his anger rising at even the thought of Percy disobeying.

Percy had never been so full of fear and anger. He covered up the shiver of fear that want to travel down his spine and concealed his anger. How dare this boy about his own age talk of punishing Percy if he didn't obey? Percy couldn't stand it, but he stayed composed and silent.

Jason finished healing Percy of his wounds and straightened himself. He stared down at where Percy sat on the bed, staring at the ground. He had a deep, intense urge to chain this Greek to his bed, lock them in this room, and fuck Perseus senseless. Of course, that would never do. He decided to give Percy time to adjust to this new place before fucking him, perhaps against his better judgment.

Jason grabbed Percy's arm, dragging him up and on his feet. Percy was then dragged from this room to a room right across the hall. Jason opened the door and pushed him into the room. Jason shut the door behind Percy and called for his best guards. "Guards, watch this door and make sure he doesn't come out." Jason ordered them when they came. Frank, the taller male guard, nodded. Hazel, the shorter female guard, nodded. He'd only trust this task to his close friends.

Jason strode away, out of his castle villa, and to the woods around it. The woods were dense, filled with forest creatures. He was seeking his old friend and practically his mother, Lupa.

Meanwhile, Percy sat on the floor of his room, shaking like a leaf in the breeze. He looked around the room, and it was just as luxurious as the first room was. The bed looked just as comfortable as the first had. The colors of the room where the colors of fall- red, yellow, and orange. It was an odd combination, but beautiful.

Just as Percy stood, a dark-skinned girl with cinnamon brown hair and striking gold eyes walked in with an Asian guy who had black hair and brown eyes. They both held spears, though the Asian looked awkward with it. They had helmets on and looked to be highly ranked guards. "Who are you?" Percy asked cautiously in Latin.

"I am Hazel Levesque, co-captain of the Royal Guard. This is Frank Zhang, my fellow captain. But the real question is, who are you?" She asked, taking off her helmet and tossing it on the bed, leaning her spear against the wall. She sat on the end of the bed, looking at Perseus expectantly.