The King of Bones and the Seaman Get High

It was not often that Percy ran through a mythical forest, rope looped over his shoulder, searching for the prince of the Underworld who was very likely high on Lotus drugs. How was he going to unearth Nico? That guy could go from America to China in ten seconds.

"Artemis, goddess of the hunt, please," Percy could only think of praying. "Help me find him and I'll sacrifice to you when I get back to the ship."

She must have been listening or his luck must have taken a turn for the better, because he burst into a clearing. Kneeling on the ground, and looking happier than Percy had even seen him, was Nico. Scampering around his knees and up his arms were several skeletal field mice, which he was petting and feeding crumbs of brownie. Seeing that usually guarded face grinning and giggling almost hysterically was kinda scarier than any time Nico had been livid."Er… Nico?"

"Percy motherfucking Jackson." The son of Hades snapped his head up, licked his lips and clicked his fingers. Before Percy could react, two skeletal hands grabbed his legs and yanked him to his knees with a thud. Nico prowled over on all fours, looking like a curious panther and a hot flash of uncontrollable desire raced down Percy's chest into his pants.

"It's nice here isn't it?" Nico rolled onto his back and grinned up at Percy, body swaying restlessly on the ground, receptive and open. Good Zeus, it was like watching a slow fuck. "Mmm…"

Those yellow eyes flicked up to him with a salacious glance. Percy decided he liked Nico high.

"You know…" Nico giggled and flipped over onto his stomach. He waved his fingers in front of his eyes, counting them silently until he reached eight. "I brought us here. Asked Tiresias for directions."

What?

"Why?" Percy had to concentrate to keep his voice level. He fought between the obligation to drag this poor bastard back to the ship and the overwhelming lust throbbing from the concrete erection in his jeans. Oh gods he wanted to hold that sensual body down and grind against those hypnotizing hips, feel that younger body jerk and thrash against him in orgasm. There was something about this place, this Island that melted his qualms about Annabeth for the moment. It was like a sanctuary from life, from worries...

"Oh Percy… "

THUNK! Suddenly he was on the ground, a hand toting a skull ring planted on his chest. Nico's face was inches from his, eyes lazy, pretty cupid-bow lips in a pout. An inadvertent high gasp left Percy's throat as the feeling of being restrained stroked a sweet spot in his mind.

"You're so cute when you're worried." Before Percy knew what was happening Nico slid his leg over his waist and straddled him, arching his spine in a delicious curve.

"Nico…" He panted, eyes wide and dick eager for what this guy was going to do next. He'd never felt this rush of excitement and breath-taking squeeze of nerves with Annabeth. Where had all this come from? Was it the drug or Nico's inner preferences breaking free? Either way, he loved the coincidence.

"I like you Percy…" Nico murmured in Percy's ear, breath tickling the sensitive nerves there and sending cold and hot shivers down his spine. Suddenly, Nico's hot tongue swiped against his ear, jolting pleasure through him.

"Ahh, Nico!" Oh gods that was good! It was so tempting, so tempting to just go with it. Annabeth wouldn't know...

"Nico, Nico…" He panted, wanting to ask why, but the tongue and teeth teased more savagely, sending ripples through his muscles and pushing his dick hard against the constraint of the fabric. He couldn't even think straight, just wanted Nico to satisfy his craving for sex.

"I like you a lot Percy…" Nico moaned and those wicked lips travelled down his neck…shit!

"Ah, Gods Nico, please!" To Hades with it. Percy grabbed that messy, jet-black hair and kissed him.

Nico's reaction was immediate. He slammed Percy back down onto the grass, groaning with delight around Percy's tongue as he sucked it, lips pushing greedily in a fight for dominance. Zeus almighty, Percy had never had a kiss as wild and urgent as this with such a skilled partner; Nico's tongue was a demon, flicking delicately against the nerves in his mouth, when he finally got his way, pushing deep and preventing Percy from breathing until he was light headed and even more desperate. Percy slid his hands under Nico's shirt as they kissed, revelling at the gorgeous planes of muscle he found there. It was so different with a man. Harder (in more ways than one), the scent was different, the sounds were deeper, but the differences were so exciting to Percy's easily distracted nature.

Suddenly the son of Hades sat back up.

"What – " Percy let out an unexpected cry. Oh sweet Eros! Pleasure welled in his groin as one of Nico's lithe hands stroked up the bulge of his cock. His hips thrust upwards off the ground, seeking more resistance to grind against as Nico's other hand massaged his thigh.

"Gods, Nico!" He gasped, in disbelief more than anything else.

The grip tightened and Percy couldn't stop his voice getting higher, keening for more. How was this guy's touch so incredible?

"Fuck…" Nico panted, sliding his thumb in a rhythm that caused such a sweet friction between the head of his cock and the fabric of his pants that Percy thought he was going to come in seconds. "Oh you sexy bitch!"

He would have laughed at the son of Hades calling him 'a sexy bitch' if Nico hadn't just unzipped his jeans, yanked them down with a roughness that Percy was beginning to enjoy more and more, and slid his elegant hand into the son of Poseidon's briefs. The touch on his straining cock was almost too much. By way of response, Percy slid his thigh between Nico's, revelling at the answering, hot stiffness against his leg. The world spun in a kaleidoscope of pleasure and probably the effects of the remnants of Lotus drugs from Nico's mouth.

"Faster! Please!" He found himself begging. Nobody, not Zeus, not Kronos, no-one had made him beg like this.

"Unh, unh, fuck!" Nico grunted as he thrust ferociously against Percy's thigh, pleasuring himself as well. Percy moaned wordlessly, sharp and pleading for this pleasure to climax. He could hardly breathe now, he was gasping so hard, eyes rolling in desperation to come. Then the son of Hades leaned forward and nuzzled under Percy's shirt as they rocked against each other, torturously hot lips setting the nerves -

Percy yelped frantically as teeth grated gently against his hip-bone, lighting up an erogenous zone he hadn't even known existed. He looked up and saw his own desperation reflected in those listing feline eyes. "Nico, I'm gonna-"

"Ahhh, fuck Percy!" The younger demi-god suddenly cried as Percy grabbed his ass tight. His body spasmed and he increased the pace, both of that goddamned wicked hand on base of Percy's cock and the speed he rode Percy's thigh. Oh gods, the feeling of that stiff, excited erection, excited for him, wanting to fuck him, grinding against his leg was just about too much.

"Not yet, Percy, not yet." Nico moaned into his sticky neck, begging him to hold on with pleasure-glazed eyes. It was almost impossible, especially seeing the usually mysterious introvert lose his veneer for once. "You bitch -"

He bowed his head and bared his teeth as he grabbed Percy's ass with his free hand. The unexpected roughness at the back tightened Percy's balls and he couldn't hold out any longer. He was vaguely aware of Nico's body juddering against his, hearing his own hoarse yell mingle with Nico's urgent cries, but everything else was heat and ecstasy in the world of blotchy colours beneath his eyelids.

"Oh you fucking bastard, oh you fucking bastard…" Nico panted, body crushing Percy against the earth, but the weight was an enjoyable one. Hot come flooded over Nico's hand against his skin, but he didn't even care. The taste of Lotus drugs zinged through his mouth from Nico's tongue, complimenting the languid feeling of the aftermath of the orgasm. He'd never felt so sexually satisfied in his life, and he hadn't even had sex. If this had only been a handjob, he relished to think how good screwing would be.

Did he really want to go back to the boat? Uughnnn…Couldn't he just stay here and relax, make love to Nico every day and never have to worry about the outside world? No…. He really didn't want to face the facts, but the truth was that wherever he was, if Gaia won he'd be affected one day. Oh gods and Annabeth...No it had been the drugs. He could blame it on the Island. Percy knew he was lying to himself, but would she understand? And how could he possibly bring himself to tell her? He'd faced gods, titans, giants and even Tartarus itself, but they all seemed a walk in the park compared.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm..." Nico mumbled into Percy's neck, still panting and quivering from pleasure. Even though he felt sleepy and sapped of energy, Nico was the same way. This would be the best time to bring him back to the ship.

"Come on," Percy sat up, lifting the smaller body up with him. "We should go back."

"No,no." Nico clung on tighter and a high giggle vibrated against Percy's body. "We can stay, fuck and be happy. Nobody cares."

Persuasive lips found his neck again.

"The others will come and find us, Nico." He stroked that untidy, damp hair and tried to look concerned.

"No." Suddenly Nico scowled and earth began to mound around them, as if hands were clawing to the surface. In fact, hands probably were clawing to the surface. Well, there was only one thing to do.

"Sorry." Percy said, uncapped his pen-sword and rapped Nico over the head. The younger demi-god collapsed on the ground and the skeletons gave up the ghost again.

The way back was difficult. Most of him just wanted to sleep and eat fruit. He did stop in a stream to make the dark patch on his crotch blend in – Nico was wearing black, so his release wasn't so visible, but Percy washed him and his hand off all the same after apologizing to the water.

When the ship came into view, he was exhausted. Nico wasn't small anymore (in any sense of the word), and carrying him over his shoulder in a fireman's lift was as difficult as making Clarisse apologize.

"Finally!" Annabeth ran over the sand and kissed him quickly. Nothing like the hot, tongue-tangling roughness of Nico's kisses at all. But was what he had with Nico just lust, or something that could truly develop into a relationship? He didn't want to think about that right now. "We were about to send another party after you. What happened?"

"Uumm," All Percy think of was Nico's shuddering body and his own hoarse, desperate cries. "He only comes when persuaded enough."

"Ok, the others are tied up on board – where's your rope?" Oh. By the Furies, he'd completely forgotten he'd even had any.

"Er, Nico kinda chopped it up." Percy shifted the son of Hades on his shoulder and began to walk. "I'll lock him in my quarters until the drugs wear off."

He tried to keep his face casual, but inside his heart was thudding with anticipation. Damn straight, he was going to keep this sexy beast in his room. He wanted to hate feeling like this with Annabeth smiling up at him…but blame Aphrodite, blame Eros, blame his randy Ancient Greek dad, whatever, but he wanted Nico. And it seemed Nico didn't mind in the slightest. Suddenly the whole outlook of the expedition seemed ten times more complicated.