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Jason was casually walking through Camp Half-Blood, attempting to look calm and collected. Behind his back was none other than his older brother Ares’s sword. You see, the war god had been visiting his kids at camp yesterday and had left his swords in the armory for whatever reason, and well, Jason really, really, really wanted to use it. The son of Jupiter had tried to resist the call, but eventually his desire overturned his common sense, and so Jason had scurried into the armory and snatched the beautiful weapon.
As Jason walked into the empty arena, he began to reason with his guilty conscience. He was only borrowing it for a few minutes, and then he would put it back. Also, would it technically honor the war god if he trained with Ares’s weapon? Plus, other demigods borrowed things all the time. Yeah, I am fine, thought Jason in a somewhat confident manner. He ignored the part of his mind that screamed that this idea was bad and wasn’t going to end well.
“I just need to live a little,” whispered Jason to himself as he took a fighting stance and began to run through various drills. Jason could help but let out a gasp of awe as he swung the sword. The power running through it made his whole body shiver and tingle, especially his arm. The sword itself was magnificent, especially in action. The sword was long, longer than any of the ones Jason had previously held. It had a skull-shaped pommel with a large ruby in its mouth and shimmered in the light.
“Amazing,” gasped Jason as he began to swing faster and faster. The Roman dove into his own head, imagining that he was fighting an opponent. With each step he dodged, blocked, and attacked his imaginary enemy. Jason let out a breath, sweat pouring down him as the mental battle continued. After a couple of minutes, the son of Jupiter managed to knock the sword out of the imaginary person’s hand, effortlessly disarming them. He quickly pointed his sword to their throat.
Jason smiled shakily, pulling himself out of his fake scenario.
“Damn, that was awesome,” exclaimed the demigod cheerfully. He had not felt this free in ages. “No regret on borrowing you,” said Jason in an amused tone to the sword.
“Really?” asked a deep voice.
Jason gasped, heart hammering in his chest as he spun around only to come face-to-face with none other than Ares.
“Lord Ares,” stuttered the demigod. Jason’s face paled rapidly, eyes widening in terror. The sword in the demigod’s hands clattered to the ground, making a loud sound echo through the arena. “I… I just… forgive me,” gasped Jason, throwing himself down on the unforgiving floor.
Jason could feel his body shaking in fear. I am going to die, thought the demigod in panic. Jason squeaked when a firm, large, calloused hand grabbed his arm and pulled him up.
“Look at me, Jason,” commanded the war god in a firm yet calm tone.
Jason glanced up at his older brother and felt his stomach do some flip-flops. Ares didn’t seem enraged or in a killing kind of mood. The war god looked, dare Jason say, paternal. Ares had an expression of disappointment and understanding. There was no rage or malice.
“I don’t understand,” confessed Jason. Why was Ares not hurting him or something?
Ares sighed in exasperation.
“I am not going to kill you or anything else, Jason,” reassured Ares. “You are a child and my little brother, who simply made a mistake. Make no mistake, I am going to spank your naughty backside red, but I am not upset,” explained the god. “I will deal with this like I would if one of my kids had done the same thing, and then we move on.”
“Move on? Like you aren’t going to hold this over my head,” asked Jason, in shock. That wasn’t what they did in Rome when one was disciplined. For some reason, Ares’s expression turned to anger.
“Blasted Romans,” muttered the god. “Should have killed these fools for how they treat our demigods,” scoffed Ares. The war god paused at the frightened look on Jason’s face. He breathed deeply, attempting to look less scary and more calm. “Let’s go,” said the god in a slightly gruff tone.
“Wait, where are we going?” Asked Jason as Ares began to pull him towards the cabin area.
“To my cabin, so we can deal with your behavior.”
“But won’t people be in there?” exclaimed Jason with a bright red face. He didn’t want people to see him get his butt roasted.
“No, they are at archery right now,” replied Ares.
“Great,” muttered Jason under his breath. “That makes me feel so much better.”
“Glad to help,” replied Ares, choosing to ignore the sarcasm. The god briskly strolled to his cabin, Jason’s wrist still in his hand. Then, he opened the door and tugged the demigod instead. The war god released Jason and took a seat on the nearest bed, which just so happened to be his son Sherman’s bed.
Ares nodded for Jason to come closer. The demigod opened his mouth as if to argue but then closed it and walked closer to Ares’s spot, stopping a few feet away from the god.
“Strip,” commanded Ares.
“I—What?” Jason asked, mouth hanging open in shock and horror.
“Strip,” repeated the god as if his words were crazy.
“But Father never—“
“I am not our dad, and this is how I handle discipline. Shoes, socks, sweats, and underwear off now.”
Jason paused, his mouth going dry, and he leaned down and unlaced his shoes, pulling one off at a time. His Coke followed next. Then, the son of Jupiter paused and glanced up at his older brother pleadingly.
Ares simply sighed and pulled Jason closer to him. The demigod blushed, letting out a whine as the clothing was shoved down to his ankles. Ares gave him a pointed look, causing Jason to step out of the clothes. The war god nodded, as if satisfied, and pulled Jason down over his lap.
“Why are you getting spanked, Jason?” Asked Ares as he trapped Jason’s legs with either one of his own and wrapped an arm around the demigod’s waist.
“I stole your sword,” admitted Jason. His tone was a bit hoarse, and Ares had no doubt the child already had tears streaming down his face. His little brother rarely got into trouble and felt extremely guilty when he did.
“That’s right,” agreed the god as he landed the first swat.
“You don’t take other’s stuff without their permission,” scolded Ares as he began to spank hard and fast, giving Jason no time to register each swat.
“Owww—I’m sorry,” exclaimed Jason, as he kicked his feet and tried to shove himself up and off the war god’s lap.
“Oh, of that, I am sure,” agreed Ares. “That sword was not yours to touch and was dangerous. You could have injured yourself, Jason. Godly weapons are not toys!”
“OWW! I get it!”
“Do you?” hummed Ares as he tilted his brother forward and began to target Jason’s sit-spots and thighs. He watched as the skin turned from pink to red as he smacked.
“This better not happen again,” warned the god.
“It—ahhh—won’t,” yelled Jason, tears running down his face.
“Good,” responded Ares as he placed one last swat on the demigod’s now cherry-red behind and then stopped. The god winced at the painful-looking backside. Ares didn’t regret his actions; they were, of course, necessary, but he never enjoyed spanking his kids, siblings, or cousins. The war god gently patted Jason’s back, allowing the child to calm down.
To Ares's surprise, Jason pulled himself off his lap and quickly pulled his underwear and sweats back up, hissing as they went over his aching backside. The god held out his hands, waiting for Jason to grab them before pulling his younger brother onto the god’s lap.
“I’m sorry,” said Jason quietly as he glanced up at Ares with his red and teary blue eyes.
“Forgive,” replied the god quickly. “You took that well,” praised Ares.
Jason snorted. “I bawled like a baby.”
“I have seen worse,” roars the war god in a slightly amused tone. “I have seen Apollo cry when getting spanked by our dad.”
“Dad spanks you guys too?” asked Jason in shock, the demigod’s eyes wide as saucers and his eyebrows scrunched.
“Oh yes, he does,” agreed Ares. “Want to know a story about the time Apollo and Hermes got spanked every night for a week?”
“Yes,” explained Jason. “I can’t believe Apollo hasn’t told me this yet. That little rat.”
Ares let out a booming laugh before leaning over and beginning to whisper the story in Jason’s ear. Despite the fact that he would likely get scolded by Zeus for sharing what wasn’t his to share, Ares had no regrets. Not as he watched his little brother’s face light up. He hadn’t seen Jason smile like this in a long while, and an hour lecture was definitely worth it. Plus, Hermes and Apollo deserved it after the crap they had pulled over the years.