Disclaimer: Any characters, plots or events recognised belong to Rick Riordan and the publishers. This is a work of fanfiction that does not profit in any way from anyone.
Summary: When Nico gets sold to a whorehouse where he is to be whored around, he tries his best to escape and ends up bumping into Perseus Jackson, the youngest CEO of the multi-millionaire Trident empire, who is kind (and deliciously sexy) and immediately makes it his goal to help Nico when he sets his eyes on him. Nico pleads for help and gets more than he bargained for when he gets auctioned as Percy's slave. {PERCICO} {AU} {dom!Percy and sub!Nico} {BDSM}
Warnings : Strong Lemons, extreme Smexyness, boyxboy, BDSM, dom!Percy and sub!Nico
Non-Demigod Universe.
Chapter 1
Nico
There was only one room at the right hand corner. It was hard reaching there, wincing at every single step he took. Tiptoeing over to the door, Nico pressed his ear against the rusty frame, hearing for sound suggesting presence of possible guards outside the room. When he heard nothing, he decided to risk a glance outside.
The door creaked as it opened and Nico stopped it just before it could band onto another wall. Creeping out he motioned Lou to follow when there were no signs of any one. The door shut with another creaking sound and Nico found himself in dark corridor with the only source of illumination the lights outside a lone window in the far end of the corridor. He could see the staircase just beside it.
As if sensing each other's thoughts, both Nico and Lou made a beeline for the stairs. Two floors below, he could hear the loud voices of people. Slowly and carefully they went down, their eyes adjusting to the increasing brightness as they descended the steps. It seemed a party was in rage on the floor. Loud music could be heard through a closed door and drunken strangers made out with each other in the corridor. Rich people were wasted on the stairs, their expensive clothes crumpled.
As silently as possible, Nico and Lou made their way to the other staircase that led down. Seeing as there were many floors and consequently many chances of getting caught, Nico thought about taking the elevator. No, at least if he was caught on one of the floors, he could come and blend in some shadows.
Some floors below, Lou, who was walking a few feet ahead of Nico, abruptly stopped. And Nico understood why. A man stood leaning on the wall, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a phone to his ear. He was tall, about 6 feet, and wore an expensive navy blue suit with a trident broche glinting in the dim lights. He was talking in a low voice; a voice that Nico found very alluring and sexy.
Not wanting to draw his attention, he descended the steps one at a time and stood behind Lou. From there he could hear almost clearly what the man was saying.
"No, mom, I won't leave for Paris tomorrow...You know he wouldn't listen! Triton is such an ass sometimes, I swear..." were the snippets of the conversation heard.
He placed a hand on Lou's shoulder. Not expecting the contact, Lou gave a sudden yelp and climbed down three steps with a loud thump. And then she ran, not even bothering to stop to look at the man who had ended his call abruptly and was now staring intently in Nico's direction. The intensity in the man's gaze made Nico freeze on his place. He could see his face now; the beautiful features illuminated now that his head was turned in Nico's direction.
"Nico, run!" came the urgent voice of Lou from some floors below, but he just stood there, still without moving an inch. He saw the man move closer, taking a few long strides in Nico's direction, yet his muscles denied any form of movement at that moment.
"Who are you?" he asked as his face took on an expression of great interest and Nico suddenly found himself backed against the wall. He willed himself to look at the man's face and didn't avert his eyes from the man's striking gaze.
When he didn't answer the man asked him once more, but in a softer tone now.
"Who are you?" the man asked, his eyes raking over the form of the younger boy. Nico realized that he probably didn't look quite impressive at the moment, what with him escaping a room full of slaves and prostitutes. Yet it seemed that the man didn't think so. Nico could see curiosity in the calm sea green eyes looking at him and he resisted the sudden urge to slump against the man's chest and sob out the entire story to him.
He desperately wanted to answer the man's question, but instead he found himself saying :
"Please help me."
The sea green eyes grew wide and Nico felt a tight grip on his arms. He looked straight into the man's eyes and found himself unable to look away from the concern filled orbs. He decided that now would be the perfect moment to slump on his chest with the man's arms cradling him. So he did.
He felt hesitant arms wrap around his waist and he brought his palms to rest on the man's chest. He felt the ghosting breath of the man on his hair and felt the man speak even before he heard it.
"Then let me help."
The voice was pure honey and Nico believed him instantly as a warm hand cupped his jaw and titled his gaze upwards. He was aware of the faint blush on his cheeks yet he never wanted to get away from the moment now.
But as life was meant to be a bitch; at that precise moment, the elevator on the floor dinged and rushed footsteps were heard descending at a great speed. They both sprang apart to see that two men carrying guns emerged from the open elevator and Nico didn't have to turn that more were standing behind him.
A man behind him spoke.
"Sir, hand us the slave."
Nico turned to see that the man was now regarding him and the man beside him with a stoic face.
"I don't think i will." Came the smooth voice of the man beside him.
"Sir we don't need any blood to be shed here. Just let us take the boy. He was sold to us by, um, a confidential source and we cannot lose him." The armed man spoke again. He seemed to be the leader.
"That's a shame because this boy has caught my attention and I intend to buy him back."
To Nico, it seemed that the man had caught on with the situation very well.
"Sir, please, hand him over. He was sold to be a prostitute and he cannot be sold to anyone else."
"I don't like to repeat myself. I want to buy him."
"You don't know who you are messing with." Came another voice from amongst the armed men. "Just unhand the boy and leave before there's a bullet through your head."
The man beside him chuckled. Nico was torn between protesting that he wasn't a slave to anyone but he also wanted to trust the man whose hand he had gripped tightly sometime before and had yet to let go.
"Maybe I don't know who I am dealing with. But you should know who you are dealing with."
The same arrogant voice from before asked "oh really, who are you, your majesty?" he mocked, earning a round of laughter from the armed men. It looked to Nico that the man beside him wasn't bothered by that little joke, he seemed to enjoy it.
"The name's Jackson. Perseus Jackson. Ring a bell?"
The effect was almost instantaneous. Several gun holding arms went slack and mouths were agape. The men who were seconds before pointing the gun were now staring at Perseus Jackson as if Zeus himself had decided to appear before them.
Nico thought that he had heard the name somewhere. News, maybe. He wasn't one to look at the business and political news, so he guessed he didn't know much about the Jackson guy. Yet, he seemed nice enough to help him from these trading sharks, even if it meant buying Nico for himself.
"I suppose we can make an exception." The leader spoke. "There's a bidding on the top floor at after an hour. Young ass like this could be bought. Buy him and he's yours." He told Jackson.
Jackson gave a curt nod. Then he stepped back, seeming done with the conversation.
The guards advanced and two of them gripped Nico's arms and cuffed them with their own hands. He flailed against them and looked at Jackson begging for help. He didn't mind playing the damsel in this situation as long as someone saved him from his tragedy.
But Jackson did nothing. He just stared back at him and pretended he didn't see the helpless cries falling off his lips. Great. Just when he thought he had a way out, Perseus effing Jackson had to ruin it. The guards dragged him and he went along, trudging towards the elevator when Jackson's voice made them stop.
"One moment."
They all halted.
"I need to be promised that your part of deal is kept. The boy, after tonight ends up being my slave so see that no harm comes his way. No one but me should lay hands on him in the brief time until the bidding. And don't even think about backing off and refusing to allow the boy into auction. Is it a deal?"
"What's your part of deal then?" grunted the leader.
"My part is simple. The boy becomes mine without a scratch on him and I leave this building in ignorance of the other auctions on going here. I leave with my pet never to be associated with anything going on here. I won't let anyone know about the racket and there's no harm done, to your side or mine."
The leader didn't even contemplate the offer before agreeing and Nico was dragged along in the elevator. He felt the gaze of Jackson who was rooted on the spot as before.
"What's your name?" he asked again, this time his voice was emotionless.
"Nico di Angelo" he found himself saying.
"That's sexy." Jackson said in his honey like voice and chuckled darkly.
And then the elevator door closed shut.
He felt dizzy. Not because he had been drugged before. But because he had himself signed away his fate with a young, handsome bloke who had taken a fancy in him and seemingly was a paedophile, too. But he couldn't bring himself to hate Jackson just yet because the guy had maybe tried his best to save Nico.
After all, being sold to a sexy young man seemed much more of a potent option than being whored around in skimpy outfits for prostitution.
He found himself thinking back to the shock that had taken over the armed men when they had heard Jackson's name. Surely the man had to be very powerful to drive men with guns speechless.
Jackson had to be a man of some importance. The way the words flowed out of his mouth, carefully chosen and spoken with calmness that was surprising in the circumstance.
He felt the elevator stop and saw the door open. Two burly guys were waiting outside. The leader behind Nico moved forward and whispered something in one of the guards' ears. Moments later, Nico was rushed into a room and made to sit inside at the centre of the small dark room on a bed.
Then the men were out, the click of the door was heard and he was alone in the room. His hands were cuffed to each other and this time the cuffs were brand new with the steel shining. He took what little time he had to observe the room. It was a simple plain grey room with no furniture except for the bed in the centre and a small wooden table beside it. A full length mirror hung on the wall to his right, directly opposite to the door. A lamp hung from the ceiling, casting a bright white light on the bed and Nico could see his reflection almost clearly.
His hair was a mess, just the way he liked it. His face seemed pale, except for a faint blush on his cheeks. He was still in the white outfit he had escaped in, which was now dirty in some places. He wondered next why he was in the room. Perhaps he was here to wait until the bidding, seeing as an isolation room was deemed fit for a escapee. Or maybe...
He was cut off his musings by the door opening and shutting quickly. A woman, near her thirties walked towards the bed. She had a beautiful body with brunette hair. Nico couldn't see her eyes, but they were probably just as beautiful as the rest of her. Before Nico could say anything, she placed a bag on the table top and opened taking out various items. She momentarily looked up to tell Nico to lay down on the bed.
Nico laid down and closed his eyes; the light from the lamp was blinding. The woman reached for a zip that had gone unnoticed until now and pulled it down, until it stopped at his groin. Wordlessly she helped him out of it, completely unbothered of his nudity.
Nico however was blushing crimson; the last time he had been naked before anyone of the opposite gender was when he had been eleven and his sister had walked in his room while he was changing after a shower.
"What are you doing?" he asked her, making his best to keep his voice from quavering. Surely, being naked before females when you were not sexually attracted to them should be a normal thing and not a reason to blush, right?
"Making you pretty." The woman answered. After a pause she added, "not that you need it. They say someone has already called dibs on you. He's quite the looker. Something tells me he is very good in bed too. He'll surely give you a wonderful time."
Nico kept his silence the entire while as his legs were waxed clean. He had been hairless pretty much everywhere except his lower legs and pubic region. Waking his legs was the easy part. He never thought he could bear the pain when his pubic hair was waxed off. He gave a little yelp and clenched his eyes shut, biting his lips hard. The sting remained but the throbbing dulled from where the hair had pulled off.
Next he felt a warm sponge on his body and indulged in the feeling as it slowly covered his legs, hips, and torso and then cleaned his face. He smelt vaguely of chocolate. He liked it.
He slapped himself mentally when he wished that Jackson would like it, too.
Then he felt a sharp sting on his right arm. A needle was being pushed inside and the syringe emptied a faint pink liquid in his blood stream. He felt nothing new, except the wince when the needle eased out of his skin.
"That's going to help you become good for your master." The woman said as she wrapped the used syringe and needle in a plastic bag.
Nico didn't have to wait long. Just fifteen minutes later he had found himself seated with some young boys and mostly girls who were quivering with fright and shaking with sobs. He was the calmest of them all. He probably was because he had already found himself a master and was desperate enough to leave this place and go anywhere in the damned world with him. He hoped that Jackson hadn't been joking all along.
A rushed number three was whispered in his ear as he was made to stand after two girls. The first one disappeared behind a black curtain and minutes later he felt the second girl being dragged to the other side of the curtain as she sobbed and resisted with all her might. Exactly fifty seconds later, Nico was the one who was pushed on the aisle on the other side of the curtain. Judging by the speed the girl had been sold, the audience was full of sadists who loved little girls who cried and whimpered.
Around him, about thirty tables were placed, of which almost every table was filled with at least two pairs of lust driven eyes staring at him.
And then he saw him. Sitting at the far corner of the room, at table no. 18.
He ignored the surge of happiness that went through him and focused on the auction. The bid had already started while he had been busy day dreaming about Perseus Jackson.
"$1,500,000" a voice from table no. 23 was heard.
Nico saw Jackson rolling his eyes.
"$1,500,000 one-"
"Ten Million Dollars!" said a collected voice from table 18. Jackson had placed his bid.
"Ten Million one"
No one said a word after that.
"Ten Million two"
Probably because the others were just not into pretty boys.
"Ten Million three"
Nico looked in the sea green eyes of Perseus Jackson, who wore a confident smirk. Nico felt heat pool in his belly and felt a sudden rush of heat throughout his body.
"Sold!"
To Be Continued...
A/N: Thanks a lot to everyone who followed, faved and reviwed. Your support, appreciation and constructive criticism mean a lot.
Good news: There will be smut from next chapter! Cheers!
Bad News: I won't post it here. The story will be also available on AO3 shortly, with smut. I will probably update on both sites on the same day.
