Fire. Leo's hands raked desperately down the cold stark expanse of Nico's back, teeth pushing their way feverently along his collarbone, the purple-tinged markings they left clear as day against his pallid skin. Brilliant sparks of red and gold erupted from his fingertips as he ran them along the pronounced bones of Nico's spine. He stopped when he heard a whimper from beneath him. Nico's eyes were screwed shut.

"Am I burning you?"

"Y-yeah, kind of."

"Shit, sorry... I'll stop, I didn't-" Nico stared up at him sheepishly.

"N-no, it's... It's fine. You don't..." he lowered his voice so that it was almost inaudible. If they weren't in such close proximity, he doubted he'd have heard it. "You don't have to stop."

"You sure?" He only nodded in response.

He brought his lips down to Nico's jaw, trailing his fingers deliberately down his chest and stomach, leaving behind trails of pink in their wake. Nico bit down on his index finger, trying to quiet the soft mewls leaving his mouth. Leo brought his hand further down, lingering on the metallic button of Nico's jeans.

"Cazzo di dei, Leo. Please." Leo popped open the button and slid the black denim trousers down past his slender hips with ease.

His fingers made their way teasingly up and down Nico's burgeoning erection, trying and failing not to smirk at the noise that escaped him. His hand delved into the waistband of his briefs. He was concentrating hard on not burning him as he skirted his fingers around the tip of his cock.

He tugged down his remaining clothing, then reached to remove his own, but not before pulling a condom from his trouser pocket. He opened it, rolled it on and steadied himself against Nico's shoulder's.

"Don't... don't fucking go in dry, man."

"I'm not. I just wanted to see your face."

Leo reached into a drawer on his bedside table, and produced a small bottle. He emptied some of the lube into his hand and spread it onto himself.

"There," he teased. "Happy now, princess?"

"Shut up and get in already, gods."

"Pushy," Leo muttered as he slid into Nico.

A relieved sort of sound came from Nico. His eyelids fluttered closed as his body rocked with the motion of Leo's hips. He bit down on his lip, almost hard enough to draw blood, not wanting to be too loud and wake the Argo II's other crew members. As for Leo, he didn't seem all that concerned with volume, grunting, moaning, occasionally even laughing as he thrust in and out.

Finishing wasn't something that took either of them very long. When they're both getting close, Nico opens his mouth to speak.

"Hit me."

"...What?"

"I said, fucking hit me."

"Dude I don't want to hurt you-" Nico pulled himself up so that his chin was resting on Leo's shoulder.

"Hit me in my fucking face," was all he growled into his ear. Leo did as he was told, the smack of skin against skin resounding through the room.

Nico arched his back and flipped Leo over so that he was on top of him. He rolled his hips up and down, grinding them into Leo's pelvis. He bit down again on his lip, this time breaking the skin, causing a small trail of blood to drip down his chin as tears began to roll down his cheeks. His breath hitched, one hand twisted in his own shaggy hair, the other clutching desperately to the dip above Leo's hipbone. Seeming to have lost his concern for being too loud, he let out a guttaral sort of choked moan as he came. It was less than a minute later that he felt Leo's own release inside him.

Leo watched as Nico slowly pulled himself off him.

"Are you sure you're okay? I mean, you've got a lot of burns on your chest." Nico layed down beside Leo, leaning over to kiss him softly.

"They'll heal."

A/N: I'm sorry.