Playing Doctor
By CryChick12345
(sequel to House Call)
Summary: After taking care of a sick Nico, Will ends up with the flu as well. Now that Nico is in good health he has to take care of the young doctor in return. Of course, he doesn't like playing nurse. But he does like Will Solace. (sequel to House Call)
Author's Note: Hey you guys! Just wanted to say that if anyone hasn't read the first story then that's not a problem. It's simply about Nico being sick and thats how, in turn, Will gets the sickness too. You can go back and read that story if you want to, however. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this and have a kick ass day! I know I will. There's still about six inches of snow outside my house which means I'm about to go make a snowman family. Nothing like Kentucky weather to brighten my mood. It should be amazing! See you all later! :D
"This is your fault!" The words cut the air like a knife through warm butter. The very extent of venom in such words drug over Nico's spine like a needle, prickling the skin and breaking way for blood. He hated such a sound.
Frowning forwardly at the boy below him, Nico felt a heat bubbling in his stomach; One the he couldn't decipher whether it was from aggravation or want. Will Solace was spread along the pastel blue comforter of his bed, laying all over the bunk as though it was his right. Nico was propped upon the edge, teetering back and forth as the other shifted uneasily. Will's body was slathered in a sheen of sweat, the tiny beads bubbling against his tan flesh. The golden glow of the son of Apollo's skin was enough to make Nico's stomach rumble in desire, as did his finely toned shoulders and arms, his back and chest. Will wasn't a big guy. Of course he was tall, but also quite lanky. Never less his form was compacted muscle. And in Nico's opinion it looked unarguably beautiful. The snowy blond locks that tumbled about Will's face made Nico cringe physically, but rejoice somewhere deep in the back of his mind. Him and Will were constantly at war over his hair. It was such a pure blond- like the fine drips of snow in winter were dipped in liquid sunlight, still light and pastel, but with a fine yellow hue- and that bothered Nico to no end. Nothing could be so perfect. However, his chest would swim with unvoiced pleasure as he tore at that cute hair, feeling the puffy sweetness, and drinking in the honey tinted aroma.
Usually Will would give him such a subtle reaction. A reaction that could be contained in Nico's glass jar of emotions- bottled up to where no one would see. Now, however, he was about to blow. On some occasions it would almost be to much for the son of Hades, but this was so different. Will's cheeks were dashed in a strangled blush, burnished along his slight freckles, and bleeding down his neck. Feet were shifting in discomfort. Shoulders were tightened against the black, forming fabric of the son of Apollo's tank top. Oh gods, he was beautiful. And Nico was definitely smitten. Never before had he been so happy to see someone sick and knowing that he caused the boy to be in such a position was just icing on the cake for Nico.
Running a light hand along the strained skin of Will's right shoulder the blonde once more choked out, "You made me sick!"
A tendril of aggravation swelled in the pit of Nico's stomach as the other boy began to whine- a sound that did not come from the doctor often. Usually Will had to deal with so much worse; broken bones, bleeding, burns, stitches. It was quite odd to see him falling to something so microscopic. A fever and a coughing fit. A stopped up nose? It was such a bitter sweet acceptance for Nico to realize that Will was human, too. He may be brave and courageous and unexpectedly kind, but he was also so easily unwound. Much like Nico was. Still the revelation didn't help release any of the anger that caused the son of Hades to bite his tongue and spit out, "You're such a...!"
The sudden stop caught Will's attention as the young teen propped up on his elbows, eyes narrowed and tongue clutched between his lips, "I'm a what!? What were you going to say, di Angelo!?"
"You're such a bitch!" The word finally managed to squeeze out as Nico's hand made contact with Will's bare shoulder, the other boy groaning in distress. Something inside Nico had caused him to snap as he struck the boy again. Of course it didn't do much damage and afterward Nico rubbed the red hued skin raw to make up for it. Still, Will's reaction was priceless. With no pain and no real issue, the boy had no leeway. That didn't stop him from making a scene.
"I'm sick and then you beat me! Abusive!" Will's words spawned venom in the air as he spat out the words to his boyfriend. Usual light eyes darkened to black as he snapped his teeth drastically, grimacing up at the smaller boy who seemed unmoved, "Nico di Ange...Angelo! Watch your mouth! Or I'll have to wash your tongue with soap!"
The threat would have been slightly more damning if not for the blonde's cough directly mid sentence. Will seemed to realize that as he took back the anger and simply disarmed the situation by reaching toward the small Italian at the foot of his bed lovingly. He intended to ruffle the boy's hair- something he had become prone to do in the last few days-, however, the proclamation of love was quickly intercepted by Nico's hand connecting with his wrist.
"Don't touch me!" The son of Hades whipped out.
"That's not what you were saying when I was in your bed a few days ago!" Will nodded cheekily up at his boyfriend, enjoying the anger. Something about an angry Nico di Angelo pleased him. Anger was the greatest adornment for his love. The way the Italian's cheeks would flare up harsher and harsher depending on the level of distress. The way dark eyes would shine with a demonizing light. The way his boy would tense up, lines forming just about his brow and a button nose forming into a crinkle. It use to be easier to get Nico angry, but after the battle with Gaea he had mellowed out to a great extent. He was no longer a live wire. He didn't have as much hurt. Rather than exploding like normal he would just show a nod towards aggravation or flinch in the face of pain. Due to that, due to his new blissed out nature, Will had to relish in the anger when he could.
"That was different!" Nico supplied as a blush hiked up to his cheeks. If not for the feeling of panic in his chest Nico would have noticed Will's hand now cuddling to his own, but in a blind haze he ignored that factor. The fact that Will was bring up his begging, sick induced need was just making him flounder. He didn't need that.
Smirking lightly under his breath Will was only able to catch a glimpse of Nico;s blush harbored face before realization dawned on him. This whole situation practically summed up their entire relationship.
"You know," Will breathed out as he sat up, ruffling the sheets beneath him, and moving closer to the little Italian, "This is practically our complete and utter relationship compacted into one moment."
"What does that mean?" Nico bit out peevishly hating the way Will was now cuddling up against his side, sniffling without relent and sounding oh so congested.
"I mean look us. I get frustrated, you make it worse, I feel the need to make up for it by getting all lovey dovey with you, you reject that, and then the cycle starts all over again. We are such an odd match. And we'll never be anymore then a couple of freaks."
"Oh my gods.." Nico breathed out dramatically, pushing Will off of himself with one hand, "I skipped going to the arena for this. Listening to you preach about our relationship and how liking someone conquers all."
"Like someone?" The heavy words were so saturated with sarcasm that Nico cringed inwards. In one swoop Will managed to grab the end of his the bed comforter, pulling it up over his head and covering his face. Beneath his blanket, words muffled with fabric, the son of Apollo sighed, "Why can't you ever say love!? There is nothing wrong with love."
"I don't like that word." Nico reiterated before shifting along the bed, making room for the other boy who was now rolling around trying to get out of the blanket burrito he had just made.
"You're such a freak!" Will finally sighed out after making a space through the comforter, speaking with cloudy, bloodshot eyes focused on his boyfriend. He waited a moment before smirking and adding, "And I love the word love."
Silence collapsed over both of them as Nico simply frowned blatantly at the other, insides twisting with disgust over that word. Love was not something he was familiar with. Love for family was one thing, but love in an intimate manner was another. The only person he could truly say he had ever loved was Bianca and Hazel. He could say he loved his mother and his father, but truly how could he. Nico barely had any memories of his mother. Maria di Angelo had been a great person; beautiful, kind, and she loved her child with a passion. That's all he knew. He had never truly been able to feel that love. He had lost that when his memories had been washed away in the river of Styx. His father...oh gods, his father...He could say he cared for the man, but there was just so much drama there and hurt feelings. Of course, things were getting better. Not perfect, but better. Despite his family Nico had no love for anyone. Percy, Annabeth, Frank, Leo, Jason, Reyna- such good friends, but it's not like he needed them to survive.
Love was not something that could be acquired from Nico di Angelo easily. Will Solace, however, was doing a really good job at getting passed his defenses. Not quite there, but getting there. And that scared the son of Hades. It scared him to the core.
Pushing up from the mattress, feeling slightly trapped, Nico was sweating bullets. Every inch of his body was slathered in a heated, clammy blush. His cheeks burned and his heart was lost in a drastic, seething rhythm. One that he could not contain. Pacing the room, blatantly ignoring the questioning look from his boyfriend, Nico stepped across the room just looking for some way to either reroute or undo this conversation. He didn't want to talk about this. He didn't need to talk about this. He couldn't love anyone else. Because when you love someone they always leave eventually.
"Nico?" The question wavered up behind him as the young boy placed his head against the cabin wall, leaning there for leeway. Gods, he hated feeling like this! It hurt so bad! The pounding of his heart. The pounding of his head. It was all so much. Too much.
"What's wrong?" Nico didn't even realize Will was right on top of him until two warm arms came crossing over his chest. One hand softly cuddled his waist, bring him backwards with a striking zeal. The other looped over his shoulder, hand coming to rub concernedly against the his chest, feeling his heart beat.
"Nothing."
"Not getting sick again, are you?" Will's voice bounded against the shell of his ear with so much worry, so much fear. Heat welled against the son of Hades back as the other boy was burning with a fever. Sweat soaked against Nico's own body as it dripped along Will's skin overwhelmingly.
"You're so warm." Nico breathed out.
"You're so cold." Will retorted.
"Child of Hades. I get that a lot." The laugh was strained as Nico rolled around in Will's arms, untangling the other's hands and placing his head against the taller's shoulder. The burning heat against his own cheek made Nico oh so fearful that his boyfriend was getting worse, but for one moment he ignored that. Rather he just held his arms around Will's neck, mining for attention.
"I should get sick more often." The voice was softly hitched with humor as Will placed a small kiss along the shell of Nico's ear. Despite liking the attention, however, Will stepped back from his boyfriend, giving the son of Hades room. He watched as the smaller boy pulled his arms up in defense, crossing them pointedly. Before anything else could be said or Nico closed up again, Will placed another heated kiss upon his lips and spoke, "I know you hate this, that it scares you, but I have to say it. I love you, Nico di Angelo. I am utter and completely in love with you."
The look on Nico's face read anger for a moment- a type of anger one gets when they have been so taken aback by something- before briskly melting into embarrassment and adornment. A knuckle was pressed between his lips, the young boy biting down harshly, as a way for him to control such emotions. Everything was roaring around in his body like a hurricane. And before Will had a chance to saying anything more Nico was pressed into his arms, standing on his toes, and lips engulfing his own. The son of Apollo jerked back in response.
Never before had Nico been the one to lead in any of their romantic actions (dismissing what happened when he was sick of course) and when the kiss broke the son of Hades was absolutely flushed over how courageously he had acted.
"Not so stone cold anymore, are you Nico?" Will questioned breathlessly.
"Shut up Will." Was he only response rewarded to the boy as Nico lead him back to the bed, forcing him to lay back down. In return the son of Apollo managed to hook his boyfriend and pull him down as well. So there lay: Will burning to death of a fever with Nico di Angelo wrapped in his arms.
"Hey Nico?"
"What?" The son of Hades voiced softly, words partly muffled against the shell of Will's ear. Warmth surged through out every pore of his body.
"I was wondering if you would do me a favor?" Will crooned as he tore one arm around the smaller's waist, bring him even closer.
"What kind of favor?"
"Sing. I just want you to sing to me." A instant amount of confusion rolled off the little Italian as his boyfriend voiced such a request. Seeing his confusion Will felt that he needed an explanation, "When I was little and I got sick my mother would always sing to me, you know? I just thought it would help me feel better. I know it did when I was a child."
With a crinkle of his nose and cringe, Nico quickly shot down the idea with one simple sentence, "I don't know what to sing."
"You could always sing my favorite song." The smile that brushed against Nico lips was enough for the son of Hades to predict what was coming. Of course, being Will Solace, only one song was acceptable, "Sing You Are My Sunshine."
The son of Apollo knew he was tempting fate here. Nico was not one to act so sweet for so long and the boy was bound to be running on empty. There was only so much of Will's crap that he could take. Never less, the son of Apollo was genuinely surprised when a sickening sweet yet beautiful sound struck the air. One that made his heart strings vibrate with so much adornment and love. One that made his stomach twist to the point of convulsion. At that moment he wanted to scream, jump up and down, laugh, and- most of all- cry.
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray. You'll never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away. The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping I dreamt I held you in my arms. When I awoke, dear, I was mistaken. So I hung my head and I cried." Nico's voice swarmed Will's heart in a heated attack. And the boy almost choked as the words took on a whole new meaning, lost in a speech he could never hope to understand.
"Tu sei il mio sole, la mia unica sole. Mi fai felice quando i cieli sono grigi. Non si sa mai, caro, quanto ti amo. Si prega di non prendere il mio sole via."
Without even thinking much about it the son of Apollo placed his lips atop Nico's head, brushing against the soft locks. Never in his life had heard anything so sweet.