AN: I wish I was a very rich male genius, but I am not. So don't think I own anything.
The blond demigod, laughing merrily, stood on his chair in the empty infirmary. He began to belt out a song, much to the chagrin of the pale dark-haired boy plugging his ears next to him.
"He loves death and despair!
Creepy skeletons - you know he'll be there!"
The black-haired boy shoved his chair, almost causing him to fall. "Will you shut up, Will?"
"Nope!" The boy smirked before continuing his terribly out of pitch serenade.
"Everybody loves him though,
'Cause he's Nico di Angelo!
Like my song, Nico?"
"No. You sing about as well as Mrs. O'Leary. Now shut up and sit down."
"Nico! You wound me!
You see his name's so crazy,
He's no angel, you see!"
"Shut up!"
"Yes, he's rude as can be!
He's just so mean to meeeeeeeeeeee!"
Will's voice cracked as Nico interrupted him again. "Are you going to shut up, or do I have to make you?" The boy was now standing on his chair, too, even though he only reached Will's chin.
Will shut his eyes and sang even louder.
"He'll never make me shut up!
I'm a son of Apollo, he can't keep up!
No, he can't make me shu-"
But he was interrupted by a pair of chapped lips catching his. He opened his eyes to see Nico's deep chocolate orbs an inch from his, lidded and almost shut. His long eyelashes brushed Will's cheek. Will finally responded to the kiss. His eyes shut, and his arms wrapped around Nico's skeletal waist. He picked the son of Hades up when he noticed his legs shaking from standing on his toes. Nico licked his lip, and Will opened his mouth immediately. Will's knees were weak from the gentle touch of Nico's lips. As Will nearly fainted from lack of air, Nico finally pulled away.
Nico climbed down from his chair and flounced out of the infirmary, Will gaping after him. On his way out, he called over his shoulder, in his usual sarcastic tone, "Can too make you shut up!"