Chapter 1
Nico smiled. "Oh come on, don't tell me you're still pissed about those apples!"
Percy shoved his hands in his pockets. He heaved a deep sigh. "Anger gets nothing done. I got over my anger a long time ago."
Nico chuckled and moved closer to Percy. "I'm glad." He whispered. "I've missed you."
Percy didn't respond with words. He moved faster than Nico had ever seen him move. One second Nico was standing beside him, the next, Nico was sprawled out on the ground, nursing his broken jaw.
Percy rubbed his knuckles and grinned. "I got over my anger a long time ago. I no longer feel guilty about wanting to beat you to a pulp."
Nico's eyes widened when Percy grabbed his shirt. Percy slammed him into the nearest convenient tree trunk. The air was knocked out of Nico's lungs.
Percy chuckled. His green eyes were manic. "Annabeth told me what you planned to do if she escaped the catcher. Tell me, Nico, what would you have done, if you weren't exhausted from that orgasm I gave you, hmm?" He squeezed Nico's throat a little more. "Would you have murdered her? What makes you think I will ever fall in love with a murderer?" Percy's voice was smooth, quiet, like oil slicked over water.
Deadly.
Nico struggled to breath. Percy laughed. "Thanks to you, I can now live for an unreasonable amount of time. Thanks to you…" He moved his mouth right next to Nico's and whispered, "I have all the time in the world to get my revenge on you." He licked Nico's neck from earlobe to clavicle. Nico shivered in both pleasure and fear.
This wasn't the Percy he was expecting. This was the Percy from the Pit. The Percy who starred in Rachel's drawing, depicting him to be a maniac instead of a demigod hero. This was the Percy no one wanted as an enemy.
Nico tried to speak. His voice was hoarse; his jaw throbbed. "Percy…please…"
Percy frowned. "Please what? Take you? Make you moan from pain? Pleasure? Do you really love me or did all you want was my body?" Percy dropped Nico, who crumpled to the ground. The younger male made small retching sounds. Percy smirked slightly, remembering a night in a dungeon in Hades' palace.
Very similar. One backstabbing little boy and one enraged older boy. Now, however, the older boy was quite ready to make good on his threats of murder.
Nico stared at Percy. He felt an unfamiliar sensation and realized that it was fear. He was afraid. His eyes rolled back and unconsciousness followed him.
Percy sighed. "What am I going to do with you, Nico?" With a shake of his head, he picked the boy up and wrapped water around them. It was a trick that his dad had taught him. Water travel.
He tied Nico's hands to the bed with ropes. Then he started looking at the damage he caused. No matter how hard he tried, Percy couldn't bring himself to stay dark. He had flashes. He had thoughts, but whenever he acted on them, he kept seeing Annabeth's face. Grief stricken that he would choose to do such a thing. He kept thinking about how his mother, Artemis, and his father would react.
Percy gave a sigh and sat down on the bed, near the unconscious Nico. "If only you had tried to be actually kind. I would have dated you Nico. If you hadn't tried to manipulate me, then we could still have been friends."
His hands shook when he remembered how he had collapsed in front of the Hunters, begging Artemis to do something. She could only cry with him and offer him Orion's old place by her side.
Percy had declined, saying that he couldn't be parted from the Sea anymore. He had lost his one and only Love. Now the Sea would have to do as a replacement.