In A Trance

~Eleven~

Leo snuggled into Percys chest, smiling slightly as he laid against the warmth of the son of Poseidon. This was how things were, and it was perfect.

He had everything he had ever wanted. He was the first choice, not the seventh wheel. Jason—all mighty powerful son of Jupiter Jason—he was his pathetic little slave. He had the one power Piper had always had, Charmspeak, but on such a big scale. Frank—the person who had always hated him—would sacrifice his life to make Leo barely even smile. Hazel would chose him, unlike what she did with Frank. Annabeth—the annoying, egotistical, paranoid, but somehow loved leader of camp—wasn't in anyone's memories at all.

And Percy Jackson. He had Percy Jackson; the hero of Olympus, the savior of Greek and Roman demigods, the person who could obliterate all the gods if he wanted too was on his side.

No. It was better than that. So much better than that. Percy Jackson wasn't just his, Leo didn't have to pretend to love him or anything, Percy was happy just being a slave.

"Master?" Percys voice came from above him. When Leo didn't bother to respond, Percy continued. "Master, those two boys—the ones you had to teach obedience to—they mentioned a girl. Annabeth. Who was she?"

"Now Perseus, I want you to listen real carefully to me." Leo's tone was one of a warning as he moved, his eyes locking with Percys. He placed as much charm as he could into his words. "You will never speak to me unless spoken to. Let me remind you, you are mine. You are not free, you are a slave. I think for you, so if I decide to tell you something, then I decide to tell you something. But unless I do so, don't speak. I am using you, and you are glad. So as payment to me, you will never mention that name again. Am I clear?"

"Y-Yes Master," Percy stuttered. "It-it won't ever happen again."

Leo almost laughed at that. Percy Jackson—the great Percy Jackson—stuttering because he was afraid of Leo?

Actually, now that he thought about it, he could have a lot of fun with this. Leo smirked, a need to use his powers rising in him again as a pink cloud filled the camp before lifting away a moment later.

"Perseus, how do you feel?" There was a dangerous and mischievous glint in Leo's eyes.

"I-I—" Percy was a stuttering mess. It was amusing, seeing how the hero who rarely got tongue tied and was unafraid of everything was blushing red and looking like he wanted to disappear. "I—"

"Oh come now, Slave. Spit it out," Leo loved the way Percy was scared of him, loved the small show he was getting. "You don't want to make your master wait, do you?"

"Of-Of course not. I-I—" Percy could barely form a sentence.

"What's wrong?"

"You—You're really—really great Ma—Master. I—I want to—want to pledge myself to—to you. You—you're the only one who—who can save me."

"Swear on the Styx, Slave."

"I swear—I swear on the river Styx that I—that I will be Leo Valdez's slave. And—and that I will only ever think—only ever think that he can save me. I—I will only ever act—act tough and use skill—use skill to save him no matter what,"

Leo laughed as he heard thunder. Good luck to Annabeth Chase, she'd need it.