So Takara actually reviewed my one-shot (let me go off and die happily once more okay) and she demanded a sequel to my little exercise piece. Well who am I to deny the goddess of all Nicercy? Certainly not me! She might take away my favorite stories! Cough. Anywho. This goes from serious/angsty to smutty, so hope you're all ready for the ride!
Drown the Dead in Love
Chapter Two
"PERCY!"
It was a distant cry, in his head, even if only half a battlefield separated him from the one who had screamed it. Everything was oddly fuzzy, soft around the edges, and Percy stared up blankly at the ironically sapphire sky moving peacefully above him. Gaia's army had cusped, and against it came a flood of gold and bronze weapons held high, cries of rebellion echoing from torn throats of heroes cloaked in plum and pumpkin. Enemies once, but now they fought with their backs set trustingly to the halfblood's behind them. Roman and Greek rose with the power of the age-old in their blood, the earth itself seeming to sing and resonate with the ancient vengeance of the powerful empires that had been their kingdoms. Percy had never seen something more beautiful, more moving.
He couldn't have asked for a better group to back him, running into battle. He remember all of their faces clearly; Annabeth's sharp grey eyes like the owl her mother was known for, back-to-back with Reyna. Piper, holding her ground with her charmspeak as she kept Jason's chosen targets amply confused for him to take out. Hazel and Frank were a whirlwind of chaos ripping through the battlefield, the trust they held in one another was breathtaking, and the power they each held so easily was intoxicating. Leo was ablaze, no pun intended, not far from them. In fact he was cutting his way through the twisted figures raised from the depths of the earth, making a path for the two he loved. That had been yet another interesting get-together, after all the shifting of relationship aboard the Argo II. But...where was his beloved?
Ah, there he was. But...why was he crying? Percy's heart constricted, seeing those endless black eyes spilling tears for the first time in years. Everything was clamoring around him, but it was dead and muffled in his ears, and he tried to focus, tried to remember what had happened. It came back slowly, like honey on a cold winter's day. He'd been separated from his Ghost King, the only thing to accompany him into battle held tight in his hands. At one point he'd encountered a manticore, and he'd had a dizzying surge of nostalgia, remembering Dr. Thorn and the day he'd first met Nico and Bianca. It was not the same manticore, of course, but it was still as formidable as Percy remembered. It had resisted a few blows from Riptide, and Percy's waning energy was hardly a match for the monster's endurance and agility. All Percy could remember was turning to protect a young halfblood child who had been thrown into the manticore's path, and then a sharp pain through his chest.
The last time he'd been poisoned by a manticore, it had been a projectile, and he'd been unable to fight then as well. But when he'd looked down, feeling as if time had stopped moving forward, he'd wanted to faint seeing the protruding claw of the scorpion tail sticking out of his chest. The manticore had dropped him with a sibilant laugh, only to be turned to dust by a handful of faceless, nameless campers from Camp Half-Blood. With so much deach on the battlefield, he probably seemed nobody special, so he honestly held no grudge for them leaving him under the assumption that he was dead.
But there was always one person watching over him.
Nico had only felt such terror and denial before when Percy had told him Bianca was dead, and even then he couldn't imagine the real pain of seeing a loved one dying in front of his eyes. At least he hadn't had to see Bianca die. But when he'd scoured the battlefield after turning yet another monster to dust, he'd witnessed in slow-motion how the manticore Percy had once rescued him from shoved a poisoned claw through his beloved's chest. The scream that tore out of his throat in the form of his lover's name was unable to be stopped, sour on his lips before he could even think. Nico couldn't recall ever having moved so fast, but in his mind it would never be fast enough. He collapsed to his knees, uncaring of the battle all around him, trusting his skeletons to ward off all who tried to come between him and the dying son of Poseidon.
Percy's eyes were unfocused, almost peaceful, but Nico knew it was all just an illusion of peace. Tears stung his eyes, dripping carelessly down his cheeks to splash upon the paling face of his Sea Prince. Beautiful sea-green eyes, the eyes he'd fallen in love with, weakly focused upon his face. A shaking hand lifted to wipe away one of Nico's tears, sorrow crossing the frailer demi-god's features.
"Don't cry," he said softly, wondering why Nico had to see this. Wasn't being torn away from the Ghost King enough? Why were the Gods so cruel as to make Nico witness it? Percy knew there would come a day when he would meet a monster he could not defeat. He'd just hoped it could have been after he told Nico he loved him one more time.
"Y-You're going to be fine, Perce," Nico choked, all traces of solidarity crushed under the weight of the realization that the one person he'd ever loved was bleeding out in his arms. At least the poison was kinder, numbing him to most of the pain. "Apollo, o-or the Fleece, whatever it is we'll get you healed, okay?" His hands shook so badly he dropped his sword, clutching Percy's hand to his cheek like it was a lifeline. Gods, please don't take him from me, he's too pure, please, you don't need him. Don't take the only other person I've ever loved. I swear I'll follow him.
Nobody answered his silent prayers.
Percy gave a sad, slow smile, and the glaze of his eyes made Nico's chest constrict dangerously tight until he could hardly summon a single breath anymore. His hand spasmed a little, and a tiny trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. "I don't think it was meant for me...but...an oath, to keep with a final breath? Well...I…" Percy shuddered and writhed momentarily upon the blood-soaked grass. His blood, Nico's mind wailed. When the spasm passed, all the energy seemed to have left him.
"My oath, then...I'll love you, Nico di Angelo...forever."
Nico's heart was shredding in his chest, watching those beautiful lips curl up into a sincere smile as the hand against his cheek went lip. His world screeched to a halt. No...no, it couldn't be true. He'd kissed those lips a thousand times, they couldn't possibly be going cold! He'd held that hand a thousand times, it wasn't supposed to be so complacent and still! Shaking, he moved in a daze, kissing Percy's eyes closed and moving his hands to clasp like a maiden over the gory hole in his chest.
When he stood, Tartarus-black eyes swept slowly, predatorily, across the burning and bleeding plains. Something was swelling inside him, and as it grew, his body quaked ever harder, until all at once- it snapped. He screamed, and the ground all around him fissured and cracked, collapsing a few feet down and staggering foe and friend alike on the battlefield. Only Percy's resting place remained untouched. Black and gold flames roared from beneath, seizing the air from between the cracks like a hungry beast. Skeletons rose by the hundreds, fleshless faces grinning like ivory maniacs in the glow of their master's fires.
Nico seized his Stygian sword, threw his arms to the side, and gave another scream of challenge. Of grief, and loss, and an overwhelming hatred that threatened to consume him. He let it do so happily, and with it went his mind.
Break
When he opened his eyes again, it was to Hazel's storm of mocha hair creating a curtain around his vision. Everything hurt, and he groaned at the light that accompanied his newly regained consciousness. Fuck, what the hell did he do? Whatever it was, he didn't intend to do it again. But there were far more important matters at hand, like Hazel's rapid words that slammed into his head like an anvil. He held up a palm to stop her, grunting out a, "Slow down, slow down."
She gingerly helped him sit up, biting her lip and fidgeting. Nico warily watched her, something sick and worried sinking in his stomach. "Hazel...what happened?" he ventured to ask, barely more than a whisper. Hazel gave a little whimper, something he'd never heard from her, and she moved from where she was blocking his vision.
Nico stared.
The battlefield was completely destroyed. Black and gold flames were still licking devilishly at the corpses of the fallen, and golden ichor was so thick on the ground it was almost like a thousand individual rivers of defeat. The earth was fissured and crumbling, darkness seeping like fog from the cracks. Giant bodies were still turning to dust, slowly, as if there was a huge line in the Underworld to get to Tartarus. Nico didn't doubt it. He pressed a hand to his forehead and continued to gape.
"What the hell did this?"
Hazel turned and a sorrowful look entered her beautiful eyes. She reached out to gently grasp his hand, lying limp on the ground, bloodied and split. "You did this, Nico."
Nico turned slowly, and stared at her incredulously. "Me?"
Hazel gave a careful not, careful not to squeeze his hand like she wanted to, because the bones did not seem quite...right beneath his flesh. She didn't want to cause him any more pain than he had already inflicted upon himself. Clearly he didn't remember much of what happened, if anything. She didn't want to be the one to tell him just who was laying on the untouched circle of earth, who he had lost.
"Percy is…he's gone, Nico. You went crazy. Nobody really knows what you did, or how...it was terrifying, though." Her voice whimpered to a murmur, remembering how the blue summer skies had gone darker than a winter's night in Nico's rage, how the fires of Tartarus had devoured the monsters and how their screams had seemed to fuel her brother even more. She'd watched him take on giants and titans alike, all of them falling beneath his sword, and not once did she see him without tears staining his cheeks. She hadn't known, until the end, what had happened to her precious friend.
Nico could only stare in dawning horror as the words sank in, and he glanced to the outskirts where the survivors were grouped. Annabeth was a sobbing wreck in a silently grieving Reyna's arms. Jason was shedding silent tears as he held a crying Piper, and Frank had a distraught Leo tucked into his chest. Clarisse was screaming and crying, her boyfriend Chris trying and failing to calm her outburst. All around, orange and purple shirted halfbloods were kneeling respectfully, heads bowed, in honor of their fallen hero. Slowly he looked back up at Hazel.
"Please…no…" he managed to choke out, watching how tears gathered in her eyes as she witnessed his breakdown.
They were interrupted by a large flash of golden-white light. All around heads turned, gazing upon the Gods. Poseidon was staggering over to his fallen son, broad shoulders shaking as Athena lay a hand upon his shoulder, head bowed in grief. Ares was consoling Aphrodite, while Zeus hung back with the others. Hades locked eyes with his son, and moved slowly towards him. Nico made no attempt to save face by standing, and instead his father knelt beside him and placed a hand upon his head.
"Son...you have shown the Gods just how powerful love is. You have swayed them to a decision they have never made before, one that will likely never be made again." Nico didn't dare let himself feel hope, but it was so tempting with how his father worded the condolence. If that was what it even was.
From Zeus's arms came the Golden Fleece, and he moved to hand it to Hades, who carefully deposited it in Nico's arms. Nico stared up at his father, uncomprehending.
"Apollo has given his healing, Poseidon his life. Zeus his fortitude, and myself the power to fight and return from death. Hestia has warmed it with her fires of mortality, and Aphrodite has blessed it with the trigger of love. It has increased its power from its original form. It will heal those who have fallen today, but the one who shall be revived must want to come back to the world of the living."
Silence had reigned since the Gods had appeared, the words echoed clearly across the blood and ichor plains. Nico stood, wobbling to a standstill with Hazel at his elbow, supporting him. He moved past his father without a word, approaching the only spared area of earth. Poseidon turned stormy eyes to Nico, and moved away when Athena gently pulled him back. The son of Hades knelt beside his Sea Prince, and gently placed the Fleece over him. It took a few seconds, but a golden glow began to spread from the newly blessed threads, seeping into the hero's body. Nico was glad it covered the gaping hole in his chest, because he didn't think even he could stomach seeing it stitching itself back together.
All at once Percy shuddered and shot up with a hoarse gasp. Nico's eyes widened and he stared wordlessly until Percy turned and looked at him with those beautiful green eyes he'd thought he'd kissed closed forever. "Nico?"
"You fucking idiot!"
And Nico hugged him so tightly it hurt, but he swore he'd never let go again.
Break
The celebrations took way too long for the Ghost King's comfort, and Nico never once strayed from Percy's side. He'd been snapped at for constantly having to touch him, but the son of Poseidon seemed to have settled with his overbearing proximity, at the very least. Not all had awakened from the brink of death, and a somewhat somber mood still hung over the Greeks who had returned to Camp Half-Blood, since they'd chosen to separate from the Romans for their celebrations. Though they had chosen to not return, it was still a reminder that they were lost to their friends, and it still hurt. They'd had to work quickly, while the magic of the gods was still in play, and as the last of the fallen drew their first breaths the Fleece had faded back into its original state.
Nico didn't care about anyone else, all he could do was stare at Percy, still dreading that he would look away only to find that Percy was dead and this was all a dream of his broken mind. Percy flushed with shame and embarrassment at the attention, but he knew he would redo that act over and over again if he could. Even if the girl he'd saved could have been revived later on- unlikely, though, considering the Gods only acted out of respect for Nico's actions- he simply wouldn't be able to live with himself if she died because of him.
Fireworks crowned the inky darkness above, and Percy ooh'd and ahh'd at every single one, watching the evanescent sparkles dance about in various shapes before fizzing into nothing. Each color glowed on his pale ivory cheeks, illuminating them like some sort of technicolor blush cycling through the color wheel sharply. Nico can't look away for a different reason, this time. He reaches out and cups the other boy's face in his palm, thumb swiping gently over the ridge of his cheekbone, eyes soft as they lingered on his memorized features. Percy turned away from the display, his ADHD unable to stand against the magnetic pull of his beloved Ghost King, and gave a soft trembling exhale at the fire in the eyes he loved most.
Nico growled softly and slid his hand to tangle in the hair at the nape of his Sea Prince's neck, pulling him forward aggressively and pushing their lips together unceremoniously. Percy gave a soft moan and turned to face his boyfriend better, eyes fluttering shut as he swung his arms happily around the Italian's shoulders to pull him closer. Nico wasted no time with soft, loving kisses as he usually did after battle or any stressful encounter. Now, he bit down on Percy's lip and forcefully pressed his tongue into the sea-salt caramel taste of his boyfriend's mouth. Percy gave a short noise of surprise, eyes struggling open against the onslaught of sudden pleasure, only to fade back down again complacently as Nico grabbed his hips and dragged him into his lap.
Percy moaned, not even bothering to put up a fight as Nico's tongue explored his mouth demandingly, every crevice and sweet spot already memorized, but stubbornly seeking them out all over again. Pulling away with a slow suck to Percy's tongue, he pulled at the pale blue shirt his boyfriend was wearing, momentarily forgetting his own strength in the force of his emotions. Percy's shirt ripped down the left side of the chest, drooping pitifully off his shoulder, making the slighter boy gasp in surprise before yelping and moaning as Nico bit down sharply on his collarbone. Writhing in the Italian's lap, he worriedly wondered what was wrong with his lover, aside from what Percy considered the obvious. Those beautiful Tartarus black eyes were hidden away from him stubbornly, and while Nico was pleasantly aggressive, his motions now seemed almost desperate, demanding.
"A-Ah, Nico!" Percy moaned salaciously as a sly tongue laved over the perk of his nipple, sucking and nipping gently. Pale fingers wound through raven hair, pulling Nico ever closer despite the lack of space between their bodies, silently begging for more. Nico shuddered at the sound of his name, the beautiful symphony he could draw from Percy like a skilled conductor with a single look or decisive action. He couldn't believe he'd almost lost the chance to ever hear such lustful praises again.
Shuddering at the thought he stood up swiftly, Percy crying out in surprise and clinging to him, legs wrapping around his waist and arms tightening from where he'd already been sitting. One arm braced beneath the Sea Prince's ass, Nico strode towards his cabin, shoving the door open only to kick it closed just as sharply. Tossing the smaller demigod onto the black silk covers of his bed, he ripped his shirt off over his head and threw it to some darkened corner of the room, lit only by flickering golden candles that smelled of brown sugar- Percy's suggestion. Said boy was looking up at him with wide eyes, looking even smaller and frailer surrounded by a sea of ebony sheets, hair tousled and lips red from the rough kisses Nico had given him. Further down, his skin was red with the attention of Nico's mouth, saliva still glistening on his skin like a trail of gossamer kisses. Golden, in the light of the candles. Golden like the ichor Nico had been covered in upon awakening. Golden like the light that had returned his beloved to him. Golden like the vengeful flames that he had ripped through the earth to make the demons pay for taking away the only thing left in his life that he loved. That was important.
Overwhelmed, he crawls over his prince, hands moving to clutch separate sides of the tear in his shirt and yanking until it rips all the way down. Better than waiting for the oblivious boy to get the hint and take it off, at least. Percy yelps, and something akin to fear is in his eyes, and that hurts Nico far worse than any monster could wound him. Little hands jump out to press at Nico's bare chest, but he does nothing to push him away.
"N-Nico, wait," he manages to stutter out, worried by how Nico keeps his head downcast, bangs falling darkly to shield his eyes away from Percy. Slowly, as if touching a cornered animal, he lifts a hand to brush away Nico's hair, the other hand tilting his chin up to force the son of Hades to look at him. Percy frowned softly, even as his eyes dilated with lust.
"Nico...tell me what's wrong. This isn't like you. Not...not like this." A blush scorches up his cheeks, and this time Percy is the one averting his eyes, remembering the nights Nico would handle him roughly and how he had gone along with it moaning the entire time. They'd gone pretty far, but Nico was an old-fashioned individual, and as much as he wanted Perseus Jackson's ass- and oh Gods did he want it!- he also wanted it to be special because it was something Annabeth and Luke had never been allowed to take.
Dimly, he realized his hands were violently shaking as he reached to take Percy's face in both of them. "You died, Percy. The one time I let you out of my sight, away from my reach...and I turn around and I'm watching that...that thing mutilate you…" his voice chokes and he has to press his forehead to Percy's collarbone. The Sea Prince is staring dumbly at him, shocked, but says nothing, somehow knowing his boyfriend had far more to say.
"I watched it drop you, watched all those other bastard campers leave you for dead! I couldn't get to you, Percy! By the time...by the time I got there, you were dying! I watched you die, I held you in my arms, Percy, when you stopped breathing!" Percy stared down at him as tears touched his skin, and did the only thing he knew how. He talked.. And maybe flipped them to rest on the surprised Italian's pelvis.
"I...I know, Nico. I know, okay? I didn't mean to, and I can't imagine how it must have been for you, but...but I'm here now. I'm here now, and that's all that matters. Right? Because all I want right now is to feel you, I don't want to think about all this," he said softly, even if his cheeks warmed with admitting to liking what Nico had been doing, even after doing so much of it in the past few weeks. Nico stared at him, tears drying, before he gave a half-smirk and brought Percy down to kiss him softly.
"You're right...for once, seaweed brain," he chided softly, taking the edge off the atmosphere. This time he was the one to flip the two, pinning Percy back down to the bed with his weight. "And tonight, I'm going to show you that you are never leaving me again. I am not going to leave this bed until you're nice and complacent, and you're too worn out to go running off into danger like always." A dark gleam appeared in his eyes, smirk widening with each sultry word that slipped past his lips.
Percy gave a soft moan at the words alone, throwing an arm over his eyes, only for his wrist to be bitten firmly. Gasping he obediently withdrew it at the silent command, face burning with embarrassment. Nico devoured him immediately, marking every inch of skin from his neck to his naval, biting seductively on the hem of Percy's jeans, quirking an eyebrow in silent question. Percy whined and reached down to practically shove his pants and boxers off, at least used to the nudity around his boyfriend. Nico smirked happily and sat up, making Percy gape at him for the sly trick, but quickly swallowing his complaint as calloused hands drifted down the planes of his abs to toy with the button on his black jeans, enjoying the show.
Nico slid them down to his knees and kicked them away carelessly, depositing his boxers with them, and slid between his lover's knees to kiss him breathless again. He liked that view far better. Blindly he fumbled beneath the mound of pillows Percy had migrated into his cabin- and therefore his bed- to curls his hand around the cool glass bottle of lube they'd used not long ago when Percy had shyly asked him about fingering.
Pulling away, he licked the taste of Percy off his lips, smirk so sinister and sexy it made Percy want to leap up and run to the Underworld the thank Hades on his knees for spawning such an attractive heir. Of course that would mean leaving an aroused Ghost King, and that simply wasn't an option. The pop of the lid twisting off made Percy shudder and flush, but lick his lips, his thoughts on the matter rather apparent. Nico meticulously coated every inch of his three fingers, placing the bottle on the nightstand since he knew just how crazy Percy could get in the throes of pleasure.
Oh fuck, how badly he wanted to know how Percy would moan when taking him for the first time.
Percy tensed a little at the first finger pressed to his entrance, fluttering nervously at Nico's touch, but a firm hand on his flank stopped him dead. The two were still figuring out their kinks for dominance and submission, but the instinctual parts were still there, and Nico smiled softly- though the lust was more than apparent, which only made it hotter to Percy- to see the Sea Prince respond so easily to him. Muscles relaxed, opening up for Nico trustingly, and the Italian slid his finger in carefully. As aroused as he was, he would never unintentionally hurt Percy.
It didn't take long for Percy to grunt and glare at him until Nico laughed and shook his head, obeying his bossy bottom and sliding in a second finger to scissor and wiggle in the tight warmth of his Sea Prince. Now was when Percy started reacting, pushing back against his fingers and moving a hand to bite his palm as he whimpered loudly, head thrown back in rapture. As always Nico bit down on his wrist, and with a whine of pathetic objection Percy dropped it once more.
"I want to hear you, you know that," Nico purred, leaning down to slide his tongue sensually up the curving jut of Percy's sensitive hip bone. Percy gasped and writhed beneath him as the erogenous zone was assaulted, panting his words from between abused red lips. "I-I know, but I don't want the e-entire camp to hear!" he whined. Nico growled and bit down on that tempting hollow of skin and bone, making Percy jerk and give a loud cry of pleasure as he sucked a large hickey into the sensitive skin.
"Let them!"
Possessiveness swelled in his chest and he slipped the third finger in, Percy giving a soft hiss before wiggling his hips to adjust, thankful for the practice the two had put in and how it made it easier. Somehow he knew tonight he was going to lose his virginity, but he was ecstatic- Nico had been the hesitant one, though their horniness was definitely equal all throughout. Percy on the other hand knew he was giving it to someone he loved and would love forever, a gorgeous man with Percy's best interests at heart. In his chest his heart fluttered and his cheeks darkened, yanking Nico up to claim his lips desperately as those three fingers were removed.
Nico was so out of it with lust that he could hardly grab the open bottle of lube without sending it flying or knocking it over, but somehow he managed, only for Percy to steal the glass object out of his hand and pour some into his palm. Lithe fingers wrapped around his cock and he groaned, looking down and seeing by the flushed red state of Percy's dick that he was just as impatient. Of course his little minx seemed determined to fluster him even more, pumping his rather large cock far more than necessary to lube him up. Groaning deep in his throat, Nico cursed himself for having to grab Percy's dainty wrist to stop him from continuing.
Percy seemed to realize that they were finally getting down to business, and eagerly settled back, despite the clear look of nervousness that lingered behind his lustful, beckoning gaze. Nico chuckled, enjoying the shiver it sent down Percy's spine. Hooking his arms beneath Percy's knees, he press him back gently, the Sea Prince lifting his arms to hold onto the bars of the headboard instinctively. Somehow he knew this was going to go from gentle to deliciously brutal in a few seconds flat. Nico enjoyed the canvas he painted for him, stretched out and vulnerable, covered in his hickeys and bite marks, eyes dark with lust that he had created.
"Ready?" he asked softly, despite the need to plunge in and fuck Percy from camp to Olympus and back. Percy nodded eagerly, barely able to conjure words, and bit his lip when he felt the thick head of Nico's erection pressing against his loosened, twitching entrance. Slowly, he pushed in, groaning as he slid in with a little difficulty. Percy was loosened with the preparation, but he was still deliciously tight. Percy threw his head back and groaned, feeling the thick weight of his lover's cock sliding into his body. It was painful, to a point, but the prep and lube was certainly doing its job. But it felt so good, too, to be filled to the point of discomfort, to feel his lover's cock throbbing in his aching hole. It just wasn't going fast enough damn it!
Percy grit his teeth and bucked back towards Nico's hips, sinking the Italian to the hilt so that his balls tapped lightly against those pale cheeks he lusted after so much. Nico smirked down, unsurprised, and began a rhythmic grinding motion, never retreating from the heat of his boyfriend's body, the head of his cock dragging teasingly over Percy's prostate. The Sea Prince howled with frustration and desire, slipping his legs off Nico's arms and shoving him back to sit on the larger demigod's pelvis. Nico licked his lips, readjusting to place his hands on the slim hips of his prince, amused by how the size of his hands dwarfed the smaller male's figure, thumbs nearly meeting. Percy was shaking, moaning softly at the new depth he'd achieved in the sudden change of position.
Rising slowly on his knees, he slid back down a little faster, steady groan pitching to a sharp gasp as the head of Nico's cock slid up to nudge at his prostate, firmer than before. Ohhh, if that was how it felt, Percy could definitely get on board. He placed his hands on the Italian's sweat-glistened chest, slowly riding his cock, head thrown back as if to display the decorations his lover had left imprinted in his skin. Slowly but surely, Percy started increasing the speed, bouncing up and down on Nico's dick, his moans making his lover's length twitch with arousal. Nico couldn't take the slow pace any longer, even if Percy was working up a decent pace, and shoved Percy back down to the bed where they had started.
This time, Nico bit down hard into Percy's shoulder, and the son of Poseidon wrapped his long, gorgeous legs around the Italian's trim waist, tugging him in deeper. Nico was more than happy to comply, teeth still holding his little minx in a submissive hold similar to biting the nape of a kitten. Strong hips retreated until only the thick head rested within Percy's greedy hole, and then he slammed forward, striking Percy's sweet spot all at once. Green eyes rolled back, bruised lips parted, and he positively screamed. Nico shuddered and began setting a rough pace, panting as he released the salty skin he'd claimed, licking his lover's blood off his lips as he slammed his cock into the tight, spasming channels he was already addicted to.
Percy wailed, reaching to grab onto the iron bars he'd originally grasped, head thrown back into the pillows as his back arched into the pounding he was receiving. He was burning from the inside out in the most pleasant way, screaming Nico's name like a prayer to the Gods, bucking his hips to take in more of that delicious, thick cock that was driving him absolutely mad. And it went both ways. Nico was losing his mind, Percy was just so fucking tight, squeezing him continuously even when he wasn't tensing up in pleasure. So hot, too, and the reactions he garnered when he slammed into his prostate, barely holding back his demigod strength that demanded use, was nearly enough to send him over the edge.
Percy didn't even need to stroke himself, he knew that without ever having done this before, simply because he was already racing towards orgasm without ever once touching himself. But he didn't want to come so fast that Nico was left pounding his raw, sensitive ass- he moaned aloud at that thought; okay maybe he did want that. But he also really wanted to feel Nico's hot cum inside him, and he was so close, he knew he didn't have much time.
"Please Nico! Please! Fill me with your cum, I need it, harder!" he wailed, pushing back against Nico's bed-shaking thrusts, grateful he'd grabbed hold of the headboard so that he wouldn't be slammed through it with how hard Nico was fucking him. Though it seemed the words did the trick, Tartarus black eyes dilating as he ducked down to kiss Percy hard, muscles tightening as he shot his seed deep into Percy. The sea prince screamed as he came, reveling in the hot liquid he could feel stuffed in his entrance, plugged by his boyfriend's thick cock. His orgasm was so extreme it splattered on his chin and throat, and his arms went limp with exhaustion, hands uncurling from where they'd made indents of the twisted bars after holding on so tight for so long.
Nico slowly pulled out, giving a soft groan at the sexy image of his cum slipping from his lover's abused hole. Flopping onto his side, he pulled Percy to his chest, sliding them out of the wet they'd created as he wiped Percy's chest clean of his own fluids. He held him close and kissed the top of his head, watching the glow of colors from the fireworks coming through the sparse windows.
"Love you, Nico," his Sea Prince mewled, eyes nearly closed, completely spent. Nico laughed and kissed the space between his brows, happy that he had finally taken Percy's virginity, that he was alive to be able to give it so trustingly.
"Love you too, Perce."
End
Takara asked for sweet and smut, but then I thought heyyyy why not add some HARDCORE ANGST? Because as you will all soon discover, that is my favorite hobby- torturing characters in my stories. Anywho, this was written at 3:40am, so hope the sex scene is up to par with my normal writing! Ciao!
