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Title: The Maiden and His Masters – The Way Your Life Can Change
Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians / Heroes of Olympus; post both series
PJatO Disclaimer: All rights reserved to Rick Riordan for he created the awesomeness that is Nico di Angelo. And everything else related to Percy Jackson and the Olympians / Heroes of Olympus. Aside from the Gods, of course. They are all copyright by the old Greeks. This fanfiction on the other hand is entirely mine. No money is made with this, though reviews are more than welcomed.
Warnings: shounen-ai, established threesome, explicit intercourse, anal, oral, D/s (three doms), cross-dressing, spanking, bondage, rental love, shoujo-ai, hetero
Main Pairing: Ethan/Octavian/Nico/Percy
Side Pairings: Jake/Will, Frank/Hazel, Chris/Clarisse, Lou/Miranda, Malcolm/Katie, Piper/Annabeth, Luke/Percy (past)
Percy Jackson Characters: Perseus Jackson, Nico di Angelo, Ethan Nakamura, Octavian Simmons, Nyssa Black, Leo Valdez, Jake Mason, Will Solace, Hazel Levesque, Frank Zhang, Clarisse la Rue, Chris Rodriguez, Lou Ellen, Miranda Gardner, Katie Gardner, Malcolm Cage, Annabeth Chase, Piper McLean, Rachel Elizabeth Dare, Venus, Mrs. O'Leary, Blackjack, Arion
Own Characters: Loki Murdock, Trend Austin, Blance Lamour, Phineas DeVorut, Rainbow Jordan, Shadowchaser, Balance, Caesar, Wicca, Fighter, Nightowl, Cassandra
Summary: Ethan lived through the Titan War and he, along with his boyfriends Nico and Octavian, helped winning the Giant War. Now that it's won, they move together. Only one thing is missing for them. As a moving gift, their friends decide to buy them a black-haired, green-eyed, twenty-years-old French maiden for 'special services', who should at least resemble the Sea Prince. But what they get is more than what they could have hoped for. The only question left is: Why?
The Maiden and His Masters
The Way Your Life Can Change
1. Moving Gift
"Where the bloody hell is my scotch?"
Nico and Ethan jumped slightly and exchanged a guilty look. The half-Japanese pushed the empty bottle beneath the couch while the Ghost Prince hid the two glasses behind the table legs.
"He's going to be really mad", mouthed the son of Hades.
"Seriously!", grunted Octavian suddenly much nearer. "I've had to spend the whole bloody day with three persistent women who wanted to buy the most horrible gifts ever! And all I wanted when I came home was drinking a nice glass of scotch! Where. Is. It?"
The Roman came into the living room and glared at his black-haired lovers. The two sat on the floor next to the couch, wide, guilty eyes staring up at him, Ethan having his arms wrapped around Nico as if he wanted to say 'I take the blame!'. It was their typical behavior. Octavian's and Ethan's typical behavior. They had both worked against the good guys at one point and they both felt as if Nico was the one good thing they had. So they tried to protect him all the time. The only problem with that was that their Ghost Prince was a stubborn hero himself and didn't appreciate their protectiveness.
"Okay", sighed the Brit and slumped down on Nico's other side, wrapping one arm around the younger male, distracting him from Ethan. "Why are you two getting drunk?"
"Have been thinking 'bout Perce...", mumbled the son of Hades and snuggled close to the blonde.
Blue eyes were rolled at that. It figured. Percy Jackson was the main reason why they got drunk at all. He cursed beneath his breath. Eighteen years of his life had he lived without letting anyone close. And then this odd child of the underworld had appeared in Camp Jupiter. Something about Nico di Angelo was different. Interesting. Not like others. But Percy Jackson had to appear to make him realize what it was. They were Greeks. And the son of Poseidon was intriguing in a completely different way... Something about Nico was dark, Octavian could relate to this. It was different from all the do-gooders in Camp Jupiter. But Percy Jackson, he was good. Not good like the Romans, but in a completely pure way. It was as if the Sea Prince had the most innocent heart he had ever seen. And that was even more enchanting, because somehow Octavian had the urge to corrupt the pure boy. Then he met Ethan Nakamura. So much like Nico. A dark Greek with a good heart but the potential to harm. And no qualms doing so if the need arose. The odd thing was that the pure heart of the Sea Prince had captured the two dark Greeks just as it had with the augur. It was something else that connected them and it didn't take them long to start a loose relationship based on sex.
It also didn't take them long to get over the loose part.
And now, two years after the war, they were moving in together. His duties as augur had kept him busy at Camp Jupiter, everything needed to be rebuilt, both the camp and New Rome had been heavily destroyed during the war. While Ethan and Nico had to do quite the same at Camp Half-Blood. Though the Greek camp got renovated some, both camps taking the best things from each other and adapted to make them better. Now they could finally start their own life together, in a mansion Hades had given to them. A property held safe by the same magic as camp borders. Beautiful, big, with a stable and a pond and a garden. But the pond was as beautiful as it was painful. It reminded them of their lost Sea Prince.
"You could have at least saved some for me", muttered Octavian irritated.
"Sorry", mumbled Nico and leaned up to kiss him on the cheek.
"As if I could stay angry at you, bloody morons", grunted the blonde and rolled his eyes. "But you owe me one bottle scotch. The good scotch, not the stuff the praetors drink."
"So you're been to Camp Jupiter?", chuckled Ethan and leaned over their youngest lover to kiss the Roman too. "Did Grace and Anderson annoy you again?"
Octavian growled darkly. He still despised the two praetors, that was why they hadn't moved to New Rome together. The only Romans he let close were Levesque and Zhang. And only so because one was Nico's sister and the other was said sister's boyfriend. There weren't many they let close anyway. Since most didn't want to be close to them since they were the 'bad guys' between the good guys. They stayed to themselves, the three of them and those who were too stubborn to stay away.
"I love you", murmured Nico and closed his eyes tiredly. "Really very much..."
"We love you too, my Ghost Prince", chuckled Octavian and kissed the half-Italian.
"Very much so", grunted the son of Nemesis and rested his head in Nico's lap. "Tired..."
"Of course you two morons are tired", snorted the former augur amused and rolled his eyes. "You drank the whole bottle of my good scotch!"
"You don't sound mad anymore...?", murmured the son of Hades and yawned widely.
"Because you two are going to be horribly hungover tomorrow", snickered Octavian. "And just by that, you will regret having drunk my scotch without asking enough."
"Mh...?", mumbled Ethan and peered up at him sleepily.
"Our dear friends are going to come over tomorrow for breakfast to celebrate our move-in", smirked the blonde satisfied. "All of them."
He blinked down at his lap, where now laid a curled-together Nico. He hated when they got drunk, because both of his lover couldn't handle liquor at all. They always fell asleep on him. Which was very inconvenient because he was a horny drunk. Sighing slightly, he stood and cradled the son of Hades in his arms to carry him upstairs to the master bedroom. Why they needed so many bedrooms or a bloody mansion to begin with, he did not know. Though then again, thanks to his two Greeks they did have way too many friends (in his book at least), who all demanded to visit them often. So Nico and Ethan took it upon themselves to arrange rooms for each of them – well, the couples together, of course (even though Nico tried to insist on separated rooms for Frank and his sister). It was a good thing, he guessed. That way, the other bedrooms weren't that empty anymore. They were filled with life and the promise of many, many visits. Not like his mansion back in England. A shudder ran down his spine at the thought of Simmons Manor and his family back in England...
"Mh... Cuddle...", murmured Nico, his fingers tangled in the blonde hair.
"No, not cuddle", chuckled Octavian and shook his head. "I need to get Ethan."
"Hurry", pouted the Ghost Prince.
Blue eyes were rolled at him and the Roman turned to go back to the living room. Those two were so mature and strong normally. But give them alcohol and they turn into clingy children.
"Drunk-head, come on, lets get you to bed", grunted the blonde and heaved his other lover into his arms, though this time he had a few more problems. "Either you eat less, or you stop drinking."
"Sushi...?", mumbled Ethan, one big, pleading green eye turned on Octavian.
"Tomorrow", sighed the descendant of Apollo.
"Yey", grinned the son of Nemesis pleased.
"I know why I don't want children. I already have two", grunted Octavian, placing the half-Japanese on the bed next to their lover. "Scoot over you two. I'm tired too."
"Cuddle!", grinned the Ghost Prince broadly and wrapped his arms around the blonde.
The Roman laughed softly and went with his doom, snuggling up to his lovers. They were good for him. They had made him... a better person. That was what Zhang and Levesque insisted on, at least. Closing his eyes tightly, he drifted off into the dreamland where a certain Sea Prince was laying with them, cuddling close after a passionate steamy sex...
/break\
"Good morning, my dears. No time to sleep", announced a way too loud voice.
Ethan and Nico moaned in pain and cuddled close to the blonde in their middle. Octavian blinked slightly at the sudden heavy weight on both his shoulders and looked up into the mischievous face of his best friend, waving a rolled-up pancake in his face.
"Come, come. I bring food as a peace offering", chuckled the redhead.
"What you mean to say is that you left Chase and McLean unsupervised in our kitchen. What in the gods' sake were you thinking?", grunted Octavian and sat up.
"What do you mean by unsupervised?", blinked Rachel confused. "The others are downstairs too."
"You know how horny Piper is in the morning and how she manages to chase everyone off. That results in Piper and Annabeth being all alone in my kitchen!", groaned the Roman and stood.
He walked past his best friend just to turn around and come back, taking the pancake from her and then turning again to leave. He headed straight down towards the kitchen, passing Katie, Malcolm, Miranda and Lou in the living room, Jake, Will, Chris and Frank in the dining hall and in the end finding Annabeth, Piper, Leo and Nyssa in the kitchen. Not a good place for them.
"If you tear my new kitchen down, I will slowly skin you alive, grill your skin and force-feed it to you", growled the grumpy Roman irritated. "Back off and go ordering something."
"But... But we can make it ourselves!", pouted Leo whiny.
"Right. You?", snorted Octavian annoyed and glared at them until they finally left the kitchen.
The four boys in the dining hall paused in their task of setting the table and followed their group over to the living room, where Octavian slammed face-first into the couch. He had barely slept at all last night. Heated dreams of their Sea Prince had haunted him all night.
"There are two missing", muttered the blonde and took a look around.
Malcolm was reading the newspaper, sharing it with Lou. Miranda and Katie took care of their dead plants (which was always appreciated since Nico seemed to have a black thumb). Annabeth, Piper, Leo and Nyssa sat opposite him and pouted at their kitchen banishment. Jake and Will had taken a seat on the couch together, while Chris and Frank stood at the door and talked.
"Clarisse and Hazel are at the stable", noted Rachel as she and two very hungover black-haired boys entered the living room too. "Why are those two so... grumpy?"
"Because they emptied my bottle of scotch", snorted Octavian and stood up. "Rachel, Miranda, Katie, you will mix something – anything – together to get my irresponsible boyfriends back to a human state. The others may set the table and order whatever you guys want for breakfast. I go and fetch the other two."
He left the room and then the mansion, not feeling very comfortable in big groups, even though all of them were in some degree his friends. For now he needed to collect Hazel and Clarisse for breakfast. The two girls were at their stables. Since the property was so big and they already had rooms for all their friends, they also took their friends' horses in.
Their stables accommodated nine horses of magical breed – six stallions and three mares. Of course their own pegasi, Octavian's white stallion Caesar, Ethan's black mare Balance and Nico's black stallion Shadowchaser. After Percy had disappeared, they had also taken Blackjack and Mrs. O'Leary in, though the hell-hound had her complete own room in the estate. Aside from those four, they also took care of their friends' horses. Annbaeth's pegasus stallion Nightowl, Rachel's unicorn mare Cassandra, Lou's unicorn mare Wicca, Clarisse's pegasus stallion Fighter and of course Hazel's Arion. Since they didn't go on quests any longer, they let their horses stay in the stable of their three friends and often came over to visit them.
"Clarisse? Hazel?", asked Octavian as he entered the stables.
An eager whine interrupted his search as a white pegasus pushed his head against his neck. He chuckled amused and patted his pegasus.
"Good morning to you too, Caesar", chuckled the former augur. "How have you been?"
The pegasus whined in answer. Blue eyes wandered through the stables, noticing the three black pegasi who seemed to talk animatedly. Sometimes he wondered what the animals were talking about. Their Sea Prince could tell, for sure...
"Morning, Octavian", grunted Clarisse as she and Hazel came up to him.
"Are you guys finally awake?", smiled Nico's sister.
"The others already ordered breakfast", nodded the blonde. "Are you coming?"
"Ordering? As in someone chased Annabeth and Piper out of the kitchen? Yes, then I'm coming", nodded the daughter of Ares amused. "So, how is living here so far? I imagine it being good. I mean, this thing is gigantic. I'm sure you could fit both camps in here."
"Please, don't give my boyfriends any ideas", muttered Octavian and shook his head. "But to answer your question, it is rather nice to live here. Peaceful, actually. A nice change to life at camp."
"Peaceful?", snorted Clarisse. "Wouldn't have figured you for the peace-loving hippie."
"Moron", muttered the blonde irritated. "I just enjoy not having to put up with bothersome children and quests for a change and being able to enjoy my boyfriends all day long."
"But isn't such a big estate... kind of empty? I mean, only for you four", asked Hazel.
"You seem to forget that your wonderful brother had practically turned our mansion into a private hotel for you guys", chuckled the former augur. "So I doubt it will stay empty for long."
"You have a pond and a pool and stables and a training area – of course we're going to drop by as often as possible", smirked the Greek girl broadly.
"Of course", nodded Octavian amused.
They entered the mansion again and walked through the halls to the very noisy dining hall. Everybody else sat already gathered together around the long table, waiting for their food to arrive. The three took their seats next to their respective boyfriends.
"How are you two bloody morons feeling?", asked Octavian, sitting down next to Nico.
The half-Italian yawned, resting his forehead against Ethan's shoulder. The two black-haired Greeks looked dead tired, but not as hungover as he would have thought. It was good to know two daughters of Demeter, they always knew which herbs to brew together to cure anything.
"Sorry that we drank your scotch last night", grunted the son of Hades and stretched. "We regret."
"Thought so", smirked the Brit and leaned over to kiss Nico.
"Yes, yes, we regret", muttered the one-eyed demi-god, also leaning over to kiss Octavian.
"So disgustingly cute", commented Clarisse. "It would be horrible if you had seaweed brain too..."
"They would never stop being cuddly-wuddly and lovey-dovey if they had their beloved Sea Prince to care for", snickered Lou and sipped her coffee.
"Thank you", growled Octavian darkly.
"Why do you have to mention him even before breakfast, Lou?", asked her best friend and glared with his one, green eye at her. "I thought this was supposed to be a happy gathering of sorts."
"Oh, it is", reassured Annabeth amused.
"But the thing is, we have a moving gift for you guys", smirked Jake.
"And what could that be?", wanted Nico to know, raising one eyebrow in question.
"Well, you moved into this very huge mansion", drawled Piper, smirking mischievously.
"So we figured you may need a... maiden", hummed Malcolm, still reading the newspaper.
"You do realize that we are gay, do you?", retorted Octavian skeptically.
"Oh, it's a special maiden", snickered Will amused.
"And... how do you define special?", asked Ethan with one raised eyebrow.
"Ah, first it's a male maiden", started Frank to explain.
"Second, it's... special order", snickered his half-sister and wiggled her eyebrows.
"Stop dragging this on for so long!", grunted Nico irritated. "What's so special about them?"
"He is from Madame V's Maiden Service", answered Katie softly, sipping her tea.
"Never heard of that", grunted Ethan and rolled his eyes.
"Half-bloods are like our parents... horny bastards. As you probably know from own experience", grinned Nyssa, grabbing the sugar for her chocolate.
"But with us, it's more... extreme. As in kinky", grinned Leo broadly. "If you know what I mean."
"And Madame V imparts demi-gods to other demi-gods for... special services", continued Chris.
"Special as in, they clean and fuck. Well, get fucked", sighed Miranda, annoyed by the dragging-on of this. "You can do with them whatever you want. But the kinkier it gets, the more expensive it is."
"And we ordered a... black-haired boy with the brightest green eyes possible, around twenty, tanned, not too slender... Well, I guess you get what we were up to", chuckled Rachel.
"You got us a hooker who is supposed to look like Percy", spat Nico angered.
"Do we look like three versions of Brian Kinney to you?", grunted Ethan displeased. "Just because we can't have the original doesn't mean we'll get ourselves a look-a-like to fuck."
"Listen, brats", grunted Clarisse and interrupted their rant. "We know for a fact – since you never fail to talk about it – that you three are having one little problem. And that is that you're all quite dominant. So, at least for sex, you could take him. I mean, he's a submissive and you guys could finally get rid of some of your... sexual tension when it comes to the kinkier stuff."
"Yeah, and we figured he at least resembling Percy would... well... help...?", hummed Annabeth.
"We just mean the best for you guys!", grunted Piper irritated.
"Well, there are... a few things I would like to do but those two aren't willing...", hummed Ethan thoughtful and licked his lips.
"He's a maiden, you say?", asked Nico skeptically.
"He cleans", nodded Chris. "Everything else costs extra."
"Well... I suppose we could give it a try", muttered the Ghost Prince slowly. "If he's not our type we can still just let him clean the mansion and good."
"It would not be nice to say no to a gift", agreed Ethan with a short nod. "Right, Octavian?"
The blonde still frowned. He didn't like the notion. But the begging eyes of his boyfriend made him at least contemplate the thought. Well, for sex. And they truly did not agree on that part. Most of their foreplay was a battle of dominance. And not in that figurative, hot way, but rather in a very battle-like way. Let alone anything kinky or that involved true submission! Since Nico was the youngest of them, Octavian had made the mistake earlier in their relationship to suggest something like that. It broke his arm. And he didn't get any sex at all for three weeks.
"Okay", sighed the Roman at least.
"Great", smirked Rachel. "He is coming over this afternoon, after all."
"What?", exclaimed the three men of the house surprised.
"What?", shrugged Lou unimpressed. "We knew you would crave."
"Oh, you have to tell us everything tonight!", grinned Annabeth curiously and blushed. "I mean, I've heard so much about Madame V's, but..."
"Yeah", nodded Will. "So did I. I mean, those... special services are getting more popular the longer the peace lasts. Demi-gods are getting bored. And sex is such a wonderful pastime."
"That it is", snickered Jake and laid one arm around Will's waist.
But Octavian was still frowning. Peace. Exactly his point. Their lives had finally calmed down. But getting a stranger into their house – into their bed even – would disturb this peace. All he wished for was that they finally found their Sea Prince again, because then this stupid plan of their friends would be futile anyway...
"What did you guys order for breakfast anyway?", changed the blonde Roman the topic.
"Sushi", replied Ethan.
"Pizza", piped Nico in.
"Chinese", answered Annabeth and Leo and licked their lips.
"Bloody Tartarus, how do you guys define breakfast?", groaned the blonde annoyed.
He at least hoped this maiden could also cook...