A/N: This story will be confusing. Most characters are OoC. Most of this story will be different from the book—this is on purpose. You have been warned.

I cringed while editing this story—not only did it have plenty of mistakes, including unnecessary paragraphs, or random scenes jumping in, but the sex was pretty horrible. I've rewritten most of it; alas it still needs improvement. Like a lot of it. I won't bother touching this story ever again, but maybe when I'm older, because I am extremely mortified by this story. Any mistakes are mine—and I'm warning you, do not read this story. I'm serious. Next chapter I left entirely alone.

Disclaimer: With the exception of my own plots/OC's, etc.; Rick Riordan owns the rest (quotes, characters, etc.).

Warnings: M, Slash, Sex, AU, Pernico (Percy/Nico) pairing, unedited

.: All Because of Sticky Glue :.

- Chapter One -

Percy looked around the Hephaestus Cabin curiously. He had never been here before. The room smelled of smoke and musty wood, which was kind of calming in a way—kind of like candles scents his mom once bought. His thoughts were interrupted, however, when Nico jabbed him in the ribs. "What?" he asked.

"Leo is about to show us something," Nico scowled back. "Shut up."

"I am older than you!" Percy cried defiantly. "You don't tell me what to do."

Nico rolled his eyes. "No offense, but you don't act like it. I wonder if you even know—"

"Guys!" Leo interrupted. "I'm about to do show the greatest things of all time."

"What are you going to show us?" Piper asked curiously. She reluctantly came, because the fire-bender his ways of charmspeaking, too.

"I'll show you." Leo walked over to a table, covered with cloth."Wait for it . . . and BAM!" he whipped to cloth off, revealing a jar with white substance in it.

"Glue?" Nico scoffed. "It's easier to buy it."

"It's stronger than Krazy Glue," Leo explained. "If you accidently get it on your hand and touch something, you could be stuck there for at least eight hours. I'm still improving it to three days."

"Yikes," Piper said mildly.

"Are you sure it works?" Percy asked doubtfully.

"Positive," Leo grinned. "I tested it out on Drew. When she finally got out, her whole head was shaved. Let's just say she won't be coming out of her cabin for a while."

Piper nodded. "That's pretty cool. Sorry I have to go, but I promised to visit Jason in the Dining Pavilion."

"No worries." Leo picked the jar up gingerly, handing it to Piper. "Can you give this to Drew? Say it's from Anonymous."

Piper looked worried. "But what if she doesn't know it's glue?"

"That's the whole point."

The son of Poseidon looked thoughtful. "I'll give that to Drew for you, Piper. You need to meet your boyfriend, after all."

"No, I can do it," Nico put in. "I'll be more careful."

"Are you insulting me?" Percy glowered.

"If you put it that way, yes! You are not graceful, and can't even walk ten steps without tripping."

"Like you are?" Percy chuckled. "Remember the stairs last week? You stumbled and crashed on top of a Grandma!"

"I did not!" Nico spluttered. He took the glue out of Piper's hands.

"I asked first!" Percy knew he was acting like a little kid, but it still didn't seem fair.

"Hold your breath, Jackson."

"Do not boss me around." Percy grabbed the jar, and both had a tug-of-war.

"Careful!" Leo shouted frantically. "The jar—"

That's when both of the arguing demigods loosened their grip, and the jar began to fall.

Watching in slow horror, Leo quickly yelled, "Grab it!"

Percy made a quick run, as Nico dived. Both were with amazing speed, but the jar still smashed, with glue flying out. It splattered out, and Nico quickly covered his face with his hands, as Percy ducked. Both crashing into each other, the son of Hades instinctively held his hands out, steadying Percy.

"I'm okay," Percy said crossly.

Nico shifted, and then frowned.

"Uh . . . you can let go now." Percy pulled away, as Nico nearly staggered.

"I can't, you doofus! I'm glued to you."

Shock filled Percy's face. "Oh, no! I do not want to have you stuck to me."

"Leo!" They both yelled in unison.

Leo sighed wearily. "Calm down. It's not permanent."

"Is that any better?" Nico spat.

"This is your entire fault," Percy hissed. "If you didn't touch me—"

"I helped you! You were about to go on a head-on-ground collision."

"Better than this."

Nico gritted his teeth in annoyance. "Leo, what do we do?"

"Get along," Leo said, concealing his smile. "It's only eight hours. Maybe less, since most of the glue is on the floor."

"I have got to say that its fate," Piper laughed. "I mean, here's your chance to finally get along."

"Seaweed Brain here? I'll rather spend time playing dress-up and having tea parties with the Aphrodite Cabin!" Nico retorted.

"That can be arranged," Percy said venomously. "Now let's go over to my place."

"Your place? I don't think so. It should be my place."

"The Underworld? No way—I'm not visiting there before I die!" Percy stood stubbornly.

"Okay, fine," Nico said. "But I hope you can control your bladder for a very long time, pretty boy."

Opening his door, Percy had an awkward time with Nico's hands on his chest. He cursed, as they both had to walk in side-step.

Nico paled.

"What is it?" Percy noticed the look.

"How to we sleep?"

"Far away as possible." Percy curled his lip. "We are not sleeping on my bed."

"I was never implying that, you sicko."

"You don't eat that much, do you?" Percy asked.

"Just McDonald's." Nico got an idea. "If you get your shirt off, then you're free!"

"Great idea!" Percy looked around for a scissor. "Uh . . ."

"Can't you use a sword?"

"To slice open my shirt? Uh, I might bleed. Or cut your hand off. Either one seems pretty bad. Not to mention you will have my t-shirt still glued to your hand."

Nico swore loudly.

Percy heard the door to the cabin knock 'Percy? Can I come in?' It was Annabeth. "Quick! Get us to the Underworld," he said.

"Why—?" Nico began, but soon transported them quickly underground.

"Annabeth. She'll start asking questions, and I am not ready for that." Percy blinked, taking in his surroundings. His head was lightly dizzy and disoriented. "Huh. This place is . . . gloomy."

"Don't judge." Nico gestured to pits, indicating with his head. "Ignore walking through cracks and running into monsters and you're fine. Oh, and if you feel breeze, that's a ghost touching you."

Percy shivered slightly, uneasy. "Well, thanks for letting me have a good night's sleep."

Nico rolled his eyes. "Not that scary. I can control them to stay away from you."

"The entire night? Do you have, like, a spell to make them stay away?"

"I can't sleep," Nico admitted. "I mean, I don't need to. Only using shadow-traveling tires me out. I've been doing that for a while—that's why I'm pale."

Percy gaped. "You never told me."

"Well, you never asked." Nico frowned. "What are you doing?"

Percy was shifting, and seemed to be doing a tiny swaying. "I need to go to the washroom. Badly."

Nico cussed. "Oh, great."

"You sure know a lot of bad words." Percy did his funny dance and looked at Nico pleadingly. "I need to go now!"

The son of Hades was distracted by Percy's eyes. They were a deep sea-green, and fixed at him. He forgot why the water-bender was such a catch. He supposedly was good-looking with black hair and bangs that hanged down into his eyes, with a smile that could immediately send a girl fainting. Hands feeling sweaty, Nico realized that his heart was pounding. Trying to swallow his feelings, he could feel . . . attraction? No, not to Jackson. For God sakes, he was just plain . . . annoying. Percy was straight—he was dating Annabeth. They both were like an iconic couple, and not even the gods could pull them apart.

Besides, Nico pretended to be straight and date Drew.

He felt pain in his shin, and then looked at Percy. "Did you just kick me?"

"Only to get your attention." Percy didn't look remotely guilty, and gestured around. "Where the heck is the bathroom?"

Nico grunted. "Follow me."

"Well, kind of hard not to."

They ended up at a door, with a carrot on the front.

"Don't ask," Nico said, noticing Percy's curious stare.

As they entered, Percy hesitatingly looked at Nico.

"I won't look," Nico said, disgusted even of the thought.

As he did his business, Percy the whole time was avoiding Nico's looks or awkward grunts, as he finally finished.

Washing his hands, Percy had to practically hug Nico.

"Worst experience ever," Nico growled. "You better hold your waste in, or I swear I will—"

"Boss?"

Percy jumped, as Nico jerked.

A ghost appeared in front of them, with a triangular shaped beard and raising eyebrows. He looked around in his fifties, and was incredibly thin.

"Yes, Grant?" Nico winced. "Oh, uh, Percy, this is Grant Perkins―one of the ghosts."

"Delighted to meet you." Grant's voice was filled with dislike, as if he didn't at all care what impression he made on Percy. "Are you two . . . doing something?"

"No!" Nico yelped. "It's a long story. I mean, it's not what you think."

"I see." Grant rolled his eyes. "Well, Sir, when you finally figure out your sexuality, we'll leave you in peace."

"I'm heterosexual," Nico said, outraged. "You think I brought in Jackson for a . . . a―"

Grant winked. "I understand, Sir. It's okay." He faded, until there was nothing.

Percy turned red. "Well, that was really awkward," he mumbled.

"I'm straight, by the way," Nico said quickly.

Percy gave him an odd look. "Good. I am too."

"Drew is taking me out on Friday, so yeah, we have big plans and―"

Percy covered Nico's mouth with his hand. "Yeah, I get that you're straight, dude, you don't need to prove that."

Nico bit Percy's hand. "Do not touch me, or you'll die."

"Ouch!" Percy frowned. "Wow, you have anger issues. So are all the ghosts here your slaves?"

"More like lazy spirits," Nico scoffed. "But, yeah, they listen and obey me. Grant is one of the annoying ones, but he's pretty wise. Most ghosts listen to him, too, because he's pretty persuasive."

"Is he like your dad?" Percy said softly. He knew Nico's personal life was a sensitive subject.

Nico's expression darkened. "Maybe. Look, can you stop asking annoying questions? I'm tired."

"And I'm hungry." Percy's tone changed to more a forceful, polite tone. "Do you have any food?"

"Only Sprite—no food."

Percy sighed. "Of course you do. Because Sprite is all you drink."

"Actually, I just bought it to fill the fridge up. I don't drink it at all. And you have to get your pop."

They advanced to the fridge, and as Percy sipped some Sprite moments later, he offered some to Nico.

"I'm fine," Nico said. "Next time I am never going to get involved with Leo's inventions," he added under his breath.

Percy yawned loudly, his mouth feeling weird. The Sprite tasted something . . . unidentifiable, but had some sort of alcohol-y taste. Maybe it was his imagination, but he knew what he was saying, because he once snuck into Gabe's beer stash and drank some. It was bitter, not at all a good taste—he had stomach flu for a few days after.

His mind became fuzzy, and fatigue overtook him. He rested his head on Nico's shoulder.

The Italian nudged him. "Hey! Wake up!"

"I'm sleeping," Percy murmured.

Nico's nose wrinkled. Percy's mouth smelled of alcohol. What the—? "Grant!" Nico shouted. "Argghhh! Percy, wake up, your drink's been spiked."

"Really?" Percy slurred. "How interesting."

Nico could not handle a drunken Percy. How much alcohol was in his drink?

As Percy began to rub against the side of the Italian's body up and down, Nico could feel electricity sparkle through his veins at the contact.

He froze. For a second there, it almost felt . . . nice. Not knowing if it was an accident or not, Percy's lips brushed against his own. Okay, this is definitely crazy, Nico thought. He jerked away, but Percy started to kiss―a real, mouth-exploring kiss.

"Dammit," Nico said. He gasped, but pulled away. "Percy, you have Annabeth!"

Percy looked down into the brown eyes. "I want you."

Staring hard at the older demigod, Nico could feel his own heart beating like mad. "No, we're going to sleep," he decided. "Now."

Percy went obediently, an unidentifiable look on his face.

They arrived at Nico's room, which was the same as he last saw it. There was a big poster bed, with curtains for privacy, and the window with huge matching black drapes. The walls were bare, but on the night dresser, min-table in the corner, and even in the closet, were Nico's prized-possession: Mythomagic cards, and figurines. He never quite grew out of his childish phase.

The two demigods sunk in the bed in silence.

As Nico watched firmly, Percy's eyes began to shut slowly. Good. Now Nico won't have any temptation to spill his secret, while listen to the seductive and husky voice. That wasn't until Nico stared at the face, noticing Percy's lips. God―they were curved and colored nicely, and Nico's face was so close . . .

The son of Poseidon fluttered his eyes slowly open. "What are you staring at?"

"Um, uh . . ." Nico honestly could not come up with an excellent excuse. "I was wondering what color your eyes were?"

Percy chuckled, bringing his lips dangerously close.

Nico couldn't bear it any longer―he evolved into a kiss, a kiss that lasted for a few minutes until both pulled away, panting.

"No," Nico groaned. "This is wrong . . ." Soon they both continued kissing, not noticing the fact that the glue effects wore off.

Percy kept thumping his leg against the bed, much to Nico's amusement.

Sweating, Nico jerked off the Percy's clothes, each he flung away carelessly. Breathing in, he took in skin―tanned and flawless. The body was sculpted, showing off muscles and abs, but not too buff but just Nico's kind of taste. Rubbing all over gently the body, Nico gradually did it harder and faster.

Percy moaned in pleasure. "More," he begged.

Nico reached for the dick, stroking it.

Percy began to wet. He touched his fingers tentatively for Nico's pants, but Nico stopped him by kissing him, nearly crushing.

There are some questions that I cannot answer during this story, so I will use main ones you may be thinking, or have asked me.

Q1: Why can't Nico and Percy go to Nico's cabin?

A: As mentioned, Nico relented to Percy's plea on staying in the Poseidon cabin. Nico could've shadow-travelled there, but when Percy said they go to the Underworld, Nico immediately focused on that place.

Q2: Who the heck is Grant?

A: Nico talks with ghosts, so I created an OC named Grant. Grant is pretty sly, as you can tell, and cares more about himself. However, he obeys Nico, because he's the Ghost King.

Q3: Doesn't Percy know that Nico is gay?

A: No, this is a different type of story. Nico never admitted his crush, and in case if you were wondering—Leo is back because he just does.

Any more questions given to me and I'll post it here with a reply. Note that I'll not post it if it's inappropriate, containing swear words, or the like.