Break In Gone Wrong

disclaimer: I don't own the characters. Rick Riordan owns them. I own the plot and writing.

A/N: we all need a little mafia Nico, right?

Warning: Nico is pretty OOC in this, but also not. Like he's a hot little minx in this, but he's still Nico. Also, there's like SMUT but not? It's graphic, so you've been warning.

Will Solace was a private guy. He didn't go about flaunting his personal life or his body. He had class. He preferred people knowing less about him. By consequence, it was rare he had a very intriguing personal life to even think about talking about. People assumed he was the classic hot, straight, surfer dude. However, he was neither straight nor a surfer. He was, luckily, attractive.

Considering he hardly ever exposed his body to anyone, let alone someone he'd never met before, the events of his night were rather unfortunate yet long-awaited karma for being so uptight.

. . .

As a resident at the Apollo Hospital, he was on low budget and constantly being called in to work at the hospital. So he decided to live near the hospital. Unfortunately, hospitals were always in the rundown areas of cities where more violent crime happened. However, it worked out well considering he was beyond broke and the rundown, downtown areas had cheaper rent.

Will was still adjusting to life in the city. He wasn't used to all the people or sights or smells. He certainly wasn't used to the gangs. There was mainly one big one; the Italian Mafia. Will couldn't even begin to count how many of their members constantly sought out treatment for stab wounds.

He'd never grown up with gangs. He didn't know how they worked or how to stay on their good side. Aside from knowing not to borrow money from them, Will knew nothing about them.

He certainly didn't know a thing about their initiation routines, though no one really did. Will Solace quickly found out.

He'd just gotten home at a reasonable hour for the first time in weeks. Somehow, he wasn't completely depleted of energy. As it happened, his energy was focused elsewhere. By scrolling through Instagram, Will quickly figured out why he was so full of energy. Every guy on his feed seemed to turn him on, and most were far from handsome.

Figuring there was only one reason for this, Will lazily searched around his bedside drawer for his lube and computer. It was as boring as any masturbation session got. There was nothing special about it, and frankly it wasn't doing any wonders. Will could still remember a time when he used to jerk off every night. Now, this seemed still like that routine he'd once put himself on. He was doing it in a way that felt like it had to be done, not like he actually wanted to. Will supposed he didn't. After all, there was no faking the feel of someone else in your bed.

Seconds later, he quickly got that feel, though not in the sense previously described.

There was a sudden click by his glass balcony door, and then it was sliding open. A body quickly shut the curtains before stumbling onto the bed, breathless. Wide eyed, Will scrambled to reach for his stun gun in the drawer, but in doing so, and with his underwear around his ankles, he fell off the bed.

When Will looked up, he was faced with a dark-haired, dark-eyed man.

"Why are you naked?" the man scream-whispered in a slight Italian accent which only confused Will more.

"Why are you in here?" Will countered, yanking his underwear up before getting to his feet. The man was shorter than he'd expected, and he still had boyish features blended into his defined jawline, like the way his eyes were shiny and bounced around the room as if his life depended on it.

"I-were you jerking off?" He questioned, eyes glancing between Will's nearly-naked frame and his computer which had been thrown across the bed. "To gay porn?"

This was such a weird conversation. "Yes. Now get out!"

"Oh thank the gods!" He heaved suddenly and removed all hints of aggressiveness in his posture. "Listen, I'll blow you if you just give me something expensive. Or, fuck it, for the watch you can fuck me. Please."

Will surely hadn't heard him correctly. "What?" He laughed, voice raising an octave.

He nodded earnestly and stepped forward. "Yeah. I'm Nico di Angelo, as in the Italian mafia?"

Will shook his head. His body felt tightened as he tried to grasp what was happening. "Who?"

"Fuck, dude. The di Angelo mafia? Anyways, I'm going through initiation. Normally, I'd have to kill somebody-,"

Will sucked in a sharp breath of air.

"-but my dad's the leader so I just need something expensive as fuck to steal. Do you have any nice watches?"

Will frowned. "You do realize where I live right? I'm a second year ER resident. You think I have anything nice?"

Nico shrugged. "You have a nice body, but that doesn't help my situation. Come on, anything!"

Face flushing a brilliant shade of red, Will bit his lip and analyzed Nico. He was extremely good looking in a way that Will simply couldn't ignore. His body was lean with muscles taught underneath his dark, tight, leather clothing. His hair had a crisp sheen to it, and it was styled voluptuously on top of his head in a way that made his jaw line stand out.

"What if I say no?"

Nico frowned as he walked closer. Will's heart rate jumped as they stood only feet apart. His eyes seemed to follow his every movement, growing more confident as he did so. "Then...I guess I have to actually steal it from you. I'd really rather not. Your face is really too hot to bruise. And you look like you need fucked."

Will glanced down with dismay to find despite their weird conversation, he was still painfully hard. His sharp glare snapped up to Nico, who had his arms crossed expectantly in front of him. He knew how hot he was. There was no showing it off, but he knew. Gods, he knew that he was hot enough to pull this off. It bothered Will that that turned him on more than any porn could.

"I have a a nice watch. You can have the watch if you're actually good at giving head."

Nico smirked smugly. "Sweet. You have single handedly turned my night from a shit show to some fun."

Will raised an eyebrow. "Wouldn't it just be easier for you to actually steal this stuff?"

"Sure. But I don't wantto. Besides, you're really hot. Sure you don't want to have sex?"

"Seriously?" Will scoffed. "You do realize this is like prostitution."

Nico seemed to think on that for a second. He hummed to himself and sat on Will's bed without question. Finding his behavior slightly amusing, Will leaned back against the wall and watched.

"Okay. How about this? I'm going to blow your cock and your mind. You'll feel so suddenly in love with me that you want to give me a present. So you can give me your watch because let's be honest, dude, we both know I'll be good."

Will snorted. "This may be the weirdest hook up I've ever had. Fine. Sure. But won't your buddies think it's weird you'll be gone for so long?"

Nico shrugged, fingers picking out his phone from his pocket. "Not if I tell them I'm getting you to crack into your vault where you keep your watch."

With a sassy wink, Nico sent a text.

Will gulped audibly, eyes growing wider as Nico sat his phone down and looked at him. He cracked a smile, making Will's body tense. "You're adorable when you're nervous...what's your name?"

This made him laugh. Will never had a hook up with somebody who not only didn't know his name, but that had never even been told it once before in his life. "Will Solace. And I'm not nervous."

"Oh?" Nico said as he stepped so close he could hear the boy's heart beating. His breath smelled of cool mint, and it made Will's head spin. His hands ran up his chest in the lightest of patterns. "Then what are you, Solace?"

"Hard. Really fucking hard," Will groaned as he finally mustered the courage to bring his hands to Nico's skin. Without moving his eyes away from Will's, Nico ran a hand up Will's bare inner thigh, making him so much harder than he possibly could have been with the porn.

"Sure you don't want to fuck? I could use a good fuck," Nico inched forward, batting those long lashes in ways that sent Will's mind spinning. His breath was so close to his pulsing cock, and his hand tickled in circles around it over his underwear.

This. This was what he wanted. This was what he'd been craving. The tease and the heat and the beautiful boy that knew exactly what he was doing.

"Even if I wanted to," Will said, voice too high for his liking. "I won't last."

Nico smirked, like he'd been expecting that answer. "We'll have to work on that, won't we, Sunshine?"

Will didn't know why that name sounded so hot coming off his lips, but it did, and he could feel a small wetness growing in his underwear.

"Nico," Will bit his lip painfully, hands fisting in the sheets.

"What?" Nico asked slowly, that Italian accent blinding his words. His hand, however, jumped directly forward to palm him hard. Will whimpered, head falling back against the headboard with a bang. "Do you want something, Will?"

"Fuck, Nico," Will hissed.

"Say it." Nico paused, pressing harder against him until it was all Will could think about. Those mouthy lips around him, that dark voice humming into him. He needed it. "Say it!"

"I need you," Will whined, hips bucking up into his hand. "I need you to suck me off. Please."

Nico smirked, and in one movement, he pulled his underwear down to his knees. His mouth was on him in seconds, tongue running up from base to tip, eliciting a scream out of Will.

"Hmm, keep that up and they'll really believe I'm torturing you," Nico hummed as his lips wrapped around his head. And Will didn't know why, but the words torture out of that pretty, fuckable mouth, knowing he was an active gang member, was so hot he bucked his hips up, fingers curling in Nico's long locks of hair. "Ooo. Pain kink?"

"N-no," Will frowned, though it wasn't like he experimented much. He was lucky to have sec at all.

"Sure," Nico chuckled, and then his fingers were on Will's hips, nails digging in for blood. It hurt, more than he'd expected, but that pain mixed with the glorious feeling of Nico taking him all in his mouth, and it was enough to almost send him over the edge. It would have, had it not been for the fact that he was desperate to see all the tricks Nico had up his sleeve. "No pain kink, huh?" Nico asked as he came up for pause, licking his lips around the precum.

"Gods, just shut up and - ah, yes," Will moaned as Nico bobbed his head up and down Will's shaft, moving from slow to fast in a teasing, pulling motion that was pulling Will's rational brain apart. His hands were in his hair so tight he prayed Nico didn't need to take a break for air because there was no way his hands would let him. When his tongue became too much, Will held his head between his legs tightly, bucking his hips upward, thrusting himself into his mouth harshly, in a way that felt amazing and douchy at the same time, but Will didn't care.

He dropped back to the bed, groaning, "Nico..." in warning, but Nico didn't move an inch. He only dug his nails into the sides of Will's ass cheeks as he deep throated him, and that was too much. Will came in his mouth with vigor, feeling like he was pouring every inch of his body into Nico, who sat there licking and humming and enjoyingit.

Once Will could rationally think again, he collapsed back against the bed on his side, staring in awe at Nico as he wiped at his mouth causally, as if that was an every day occurrence. For all Will knew, it was. He definitely should have asked about STD's.

"That was amazing," he said instead. "Wow."

Nico waved a hand.

"I - I really feel like shit now. Do you want me to blow you?" Will offered, running a hand through his slightly sweaty hair.

"What?" Nico laughed, standing up.

"I'd never let you go under normal circumstances. We should always both get off."

Nico frowned, as if not understanding, and then he considered Will, grinning like he was a pet that just did something adorable. "Aw. So sweet. I forgot who I was talking to. You don't get out much, do you?"

Will wanted to protest that he wasn't as sheltered as he seemed, but found himself shaking his head anyways. As of lately, he could consider himself sheltered, more or less.

Nico leaned over, pressing his hands into Will's knees with a dark grin. It was the first time Will had been genuinely scared of him. He could imagine his father with those same, threatening eyes. It wasn't a good image.

"Life's a little different in the underground. Stop by sometime. Maybe I'll let you repay me. For now...sarò prendere il vostro orologio in pagamento. Addio."

Nico promptly snatched the watch off the bedside table along with its case. He didn't look behind him to see Will wave. When he shut the door, there were no further sounds.

For a while, Will sat there staring at the window, waiting for him to return and say something more than that, something in a language Will understood.

But he never showed.

The next morning, Will wondered if it was a dream.

He asked his coworkers at work about the di Angelo Mafia. Most of them turned pale and shrugged, pretending not to know anything. Even Lou Ellen and Cecil, two of the more mischievous interns in his group, didn't give up more than, "Ah, fuck that. Stay away from that. Bad shit, dude. Bad shit."

By the next week, Will decided it was a dream. He'd clearly picked up on someone taking about the di Angelo Mafia and created some porno in his mind.

It was definitely something he would do.

So after two weeks, Will was back to normal, not even thinking about the dark boy with a magical mouth...more than twice a week.

Still, he didn't think about him at work, which was good. For the first few days, it was beginning to create some problems. But then Will got back into his routine of being the best damn intern they had.

He was supposed to have been going home at 11 that night, but they got news of a shootout happening. Considering they were a level 1 trauma hospital, they were getting every victim. All the ER residents were called in to help the many new patients.

Will was standing at the doors of the ambulance bay when the first two arrived. Other interns got them, and Will didn't mind. He knew there were a total of 7 ambulances coming towards them.

As the next two rolled around, Will and his older brother Austin rushed forward, both competing for the patient with the many people piling out of the ambulance.

"GSW to the upper right chest. No exit wound. No serious bleeding. Also has relatively superficial knife wounds to the thighs..."

Will was about to let Lou Ellen take the case. He'd done bullet retrieval's before, and he was hoping to see a collapsed lung, but from the sounds of the talkative paramedic, there was no signs of decreased breath sounds on either lung.

Then he heard, "Will?"

His head snapped over. He'd heard that voice before. That voice haunted both his nightmares and dreams. "Nico?" He gaped, unsure why this shocked him so. He was in a Mafia, competing with drug gangs and other dark, dangerous shit. He was bound to see him sooner or later. Rumor was they treated his own father, the leader of the gang, five years ago, and the whole left wing of the hospital had been cleared of visitors that weren't affiliated with the gang. Whether it was by force or fear, nobody knew.

Lou looked between the two and snorted, face pale than Nico's. "You've got this one."

Then, she left.

Will shook his head, glancing to the nurse at his side. "Get him a bed and prep for a pressure wound. I need epinephrine for numbing and to stop the bleeding. We'll get an ultrasound, but I'm sure it's superficial enough to get out without an OR."

With that, he gripped the bed, ready to move inside. Two large, hulking men stopped him. Will looked up. "Excuse me?"

"You know who he is, right," said the guy on the right with sea green eyes and a glare harsh enough to make Will's toes curl. "You know what happens if he dies on your hands."

"For fuck's sake, Percy! I'm not dying! I didn't even need a fucking ambulance," Nico muttered with disgust, reaching out with his right arm to snack Percy, but that made him wince and curse like a sailor.

Will noticed that despite his sudden exertion, he didn't look flushed in the face. Frowning, he grabbed at the bedsheet and had to keep himself from gasping. However, the two large men at his sides did it for him.

"Nico?" The blonde with sunglasses at Will's side asked, gesturing to Will.

"It's fine. I know him," Nico muttered, closing his eyes with impatience.

"You all didn't think to fucking wrap a gash that's spilling blood?" Will shouted at the paramedics, who looked ready to pee their pants.

"He-,"

"I refused," Nico grumbled, gripping the sides of the bed with irritation. "Nobody touches me unless I want them to. It's fine, not even a stab, just a slash."

"You have a puddle of blood by your - you know what, never mind." Will shook his head, rethinking the entire treatment. "Nico, can I touch you?"

Normally, he'd save patient bonding until he was inside the hospital in a controlled environment, but by the murderous glares the two figures - one named Percy - gave him, he'd need to rearrange his whole process.

"Duh," Nico spat. Will immediately took gauze and pressed against his thigh with enough force to cause Nico to huff.

"Perfect. Now get these two off my backs so I can get you out of the cold," Will hissed. Nico sighed, like the task of literally just waving his hands was bothersome. However, he finally showed his first signs of weakness and let Will take care of him.

Will shouldn't have been as happy about that as he was.

A/N: This is going to be about a 3 or 4 part story so you know what that means...I NEED SOME FEEDBACK! Knowing I have people reading this story gives me the motivation I need to finish it! I'd love to hear any helpful hints or just overall reaction to this.

Who can guess how the ER visit goes? Who's sad about the fact that they didn't even kiss?

BTW this prompt just came to me and it's probably my funniest one that came to me without much inspiration other than the classic gang movies. Or at least I'm pretty sure I came up with this on my own. Let me know if you've seen it before, in which case sorry?