Ok so this one is a bit rough. Trigger warning if your not into slight BDSM. It's a smut chapter but it's mainly a way of showing that just because your sad doesn't mean that you don't want something life affirming to remind yourself your alive. Enjoy! Review at will. I own nothing.

After the funeral

Wills POV

After a long day of visiting old friends and comforting Percy and his family Nico and I headed back to his/our cabin. Our kids spent all day with their cousins and Percy's and Jason's kids. It amazing how they all fall into immediate comfort with eachother the way we all did back in the day. Cecil and Lou Ellen came out with their kids but instead of staying here like the other demigods they decided to go home tonight. They want their kids to stay out of camp life. Nico tried to persuade them to stay to train to fight but they thought they would stay out of this battle. Problem was I don't think they understand that this battle may very well come to their front door.

Hazel and Frank decided that they would go off with Piper and Jason to a bar in town to let off some steam and drag Percy with them. Drink away his sorrows. Nico was a little to emotional drained to being up to going out. Maybe another night. After everything that happened with the library Nico had been silent. I knew better than to push him when he was like that. Taking down books off the shelves he just read for hours silently crying. The kids would come over and hug him from behind from time to time. They were the only ones he would let near him really when he was like that. Only when we were alone was he going to open up to me. 20 years and I knew that much about him.

Piper and Jason would try, they would approach and I just shook my head at them. They weren't doing any better about the situation. Frank and Hazel were both an absolute mess over it. Nico and his sister were more alike than most siblings even ones that were raised together from birth. Maybe it's the raising of the 1930s. Frank just held Hazel as she cried inside the library. Percy was in the corner just looking at the statue. I went and sat next to him putting my hand on his shoulder as he stared. Knowing he wasn't up for talking but appreciative of the physical gesture and my willingness to not push him into talking. Percy was the silent type when upset much like his younger cousin.

Sally eventually got him to talk after a while. Convinced him to go out with Piper and Jason. The kids all decided to go to the campfire tonight and bond with the other campers since we were going to be here for a while. Tomorrow training starts.

Walking back to the cabin Nico held my hand loosely as we walked. Looking down at the ground I knew he wasn't done crying. He cried so rarely that when he did it was like a pipe bursting. As we walked into the cabin and into our room he sat on the end of the bed. Tears silently falling down his face he was a zombie unmoving and still. I began undoing his tie. Next his shoes socks and jacket. I unbuttoned his shirt and took off his pants. The entire time he never said a word. Just let me undress him like he was cooperative doll. Going into the bathroom I ran the water in the giant obsidian tub.

Hades has stocked the bathroom for us before we got here. I'm sure it was part of the magic of the cabin. Just like when the single bunks turned into the four poster beds with separate rooms. Seemed like the big three kids all had special cabins that worked magic around their occupants needs. Pouring lavender oil into the water I made sure it was nice and hot the steam rolling off the top of the water. My Nico loved heat more than anything. Maybe that's why he fell for me.

Taking off my clothes I found my husband sitting in the same place where I had left him in the same position still pouring silent tears. Pulling him up I lead him to the tub. Removing his shorts I took his hand and helped him into the tub. Following behind him I sat. The tub was big enough for 4 people and was way to big but in times like these it was nice. The heat of the water relaxing into both of us he leaned back on to me as I embraced him. Starting to shake I knew this was it. This was the breakdown. Choking sobs escaped his lips as the realization of Anna's death rolled over him. I sang to him softly even though we both knew my voice was garbage. I didn't sing as much as chew up lyrics and spit them out. Nico cried and vented all of his sadness to me in Italian. I didn't understand a single word of it. He knew that but it made him feel better. He liked not having to think about what he was saying.

It happened every time he was to sad or angry, switch languages without realizing it. It happened a few times while he was happy to and it's one of the most precious things about my dear husband. The thing I will miss most after I lose him. I can only pray that will be decades from now and not soon. There was a deep possibility that it could be soon. I didn't want to dwell on that fact. My Nico was a two time war veteran and it was a war that brought us to eachother. Him almost dying in the last war gave me the biggest and best love I could have ever asked for.

Sobs subsiding I ran my fingers through his hair as my other wrapped around his chest to keep him from sliding beneath the water.

"I need a cigarette"

"Well I hate to break this to you but I'm all out. We left them back at the house"

"You don't think the bath trap door still has some do you?"

"We can check "

A long time ago I discovered Nicos secret smoking habit because in his bath tub there is a spring trap door built in that if you push part of the wall a tray pops out with a lighter an ashtray and pack of smokes.

Poking the trap door it sprang out just like it used to. Papa Hades wins again! An obsidian ash tray a ruby lighter and a new pack of black djarum cigarillos. Fancy! Taking the pack from the tray I unwrapped it and drew out a single cylinder. Putting it to my lips and lit the end. Pulling in the sweet smoke I could taste the sweet paper on my lips and handed it to Nico as I exhaled. Bringing it to his lips he blew perfect smoke rings just like he used to when we were young. Nico had to keep up his bad boy persona. Nico only smokes in stressful situations and while he's drinking now but when we were 15 he smoked like a chimney.

Sitting up smoking his cigarette I took the loofa and washed his back. I wish I could wash the stress away. Wash away his sadness. Nico just inhaled and exhaled leaning into my touch. After washing him I took a razor and shaving gel from the side of the tub. Nico put out the cigarette and turned to face me. This wasn't the first time we have done this. Nico would be sad beyond words and I resorted to grooming him in turn. Applying the gel I shaved his face. It was the only place he shaved since everywhere else he had electrolysis done everywhere below his neck. He claimed hair made him feel dirty. I won't lie I loved it.

Finishing his face I kissed him chastely letting him know I was finished. Putting down the razor I went to get out of the tub only to be attacked by my husband. The chaste kiss I had just planted apparently wasn't enough for him. Climbing onto me straddling my hips he wrapped his arms around my neck deepening the kiss. Fighting for dominance of each others mouths I wrapped my hands around his waist. I knew what was happening. Nico was emotionally drained and needed to feel something else. Needed to feel alive. Death was such a prominent part of him that he has the tendency to indulge in life affirming acts. When we were younger it was sex and drugs and looking for danger where ever he could. Drove me fucking insane. Well not the sex part I liked that part. Once we had the kids it turned more to the sex when he felt this way. Not just any kind of sex either. Nico was trying to get me to get rough. I knew him better than I knew myself. Hell he was more me than I was.

Picking him up he wrapped his legs around me. Taking him to our bed I dropped him on the end roughly. If he wanted life affirming than my baby was going to get it. Climbing over him I grabbed his hair and pulled his face to mine. Panting on the bed between breaths I could feel his nails dig deep in my shoulders.

"Ok babe what level do you want this?" I spoke into his mouth.

"Oh I want this on full octane. I want marks I want bruises I want teeth!"

"Oh you are so lucky I'm a healer"

"Yeah especially that one time in our first apartment when I dislocated my shoulder after that especially bad fight with my fathers wife"

"Yeah that was both awesome and terrible"

"Well that's what I want right now. Awesome and terrible"

He bit my lip at the last word. Shoving him down I got off the bed and pulled out the black bag from the suitcases. I knew we would need this bag. Pulling out a few supplies I could see Nico was getting anxious.

"Sit up on the bed now!" I ordered him.

I pulled out a few restraints. Cuffing each of his wrists I drew them above his head and attached it the the headboard.

"What are you going to do"

"Whatever the fuck I want tonight babe"

I could see him shiver in the darkness. This darkness wouldn't do I wanted to see him. I went to the candles at the side of the bed and pinched the wicks. Heating them up they sparked to life. Son of Apollo for the win! Seeing my husband writhing on the bed in candle light was always a sight. Still so devastatingly beautiful. His hair hung around his head like inky black halo. Eyes so black I couldn't even make out the brown in them with his pupils blown out anticipating what I was about to do to him. Taking another fun toy out of the black bag I did two clicks of our spreader bar.

"Part your legs"

Complying I cuffed each ankle in place. This was perfect. This way I could flip him on either side when I wanted. Grabbing a bottle of wine from the table I twisted the top off and took a mouthful. Crawling over his very needy body I lowered my mouth to his and poured the mouthful into his. I love it when he drank from me. I repeated this a few times before moving down his body. Ravishing his body with my mouth I nipped and bit him all the way down to his alabaster hips.

Biting down hard I heard him cry out. Reaching up I grabbed his face.

"How much do you want me to touch you "

"Bad! Please Will touch me!"

"Beg!"

"Please please touch me please"

I slapped his face lightly and kissed him hard. Pulling his head back by his hair I trailed my teeth down his jaw.

"You call that a slap?"

"Oh you want it harder?"

"You have kissed me harder than that slap"

"Sounds like your baiting me?"

"You going to bite " then he spat in my face.

I slapped him hard. Eyes lighting up in excitement I took his nipple between my teeth playing with the silver ring that hung there. Pulling it between my teeth I could feel him leaking from his erection on my stomach. His little cries fueled my fire. I hadn't even wiped his spit from my face I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. I did however wipe the wetness from my stomach onto my finger and shoved it in his mouth.

Climbing down the bed I bit the tops of his thighs leaving teeth mark roses watching his hips buck upward desperately trying to get me to bring my mouth to his erection. Not yet sweet heart. I slid the spreader bar one more click. Giving me enough space to get in between him. Dragging my nails under his thighs I trailed my tongue in every area except the area he wanted.

"Will please! I need you "

"Oh do you now?"

"Yes !" He panted.

Grabbing a bottle of lube I dabbed a bit on my fingers. Finding his entrance I teased my finger tips in and out of him. Nico never took his eyes off me.

"Oh I want to hear you. Make this whole set up worth it"

"Oh your going to hear something if you don't fucking finger me!"

"Oh like this?" I inserted my middle finger crooking it upward rubbing over the bump that I knew would...

"Aye si si si!"

Yup right there!

I teased my finger in and out as I gripped his erection in my other hand. Taking his pre cum that was leaking generously I rubbed my thumb over his slit.

"Prendimi! Per favore!"

"Oh I know that one babe! I'll take you when I'm good and ready"

Taking him into my mouth he was so hard I could have chipped a tooth. Pushing in a second finger I had him right where I wanted him. I built him up to right before he's about to blow. Then I stopped. The sound of frustration coming out of his mouth was perfect. Now it was my turn. Climbing up the bed once more I stood up before him.

"Mouth open now!"

"Yes sir"

Taking my dick in my hand I circled it around his lips. Sticking out his pink little tongue I slapped it against it. Shoving it in his mouth I grabbed the back of his head. Nico had a bad gag reflex and I knew this. The sick part of me liked watching him choke. The better part of me knew he liked it just as much as I did.

After having enough of his mouth I walked down the bed once more and flipped him over to his stomach. Seeing his hands above his head bound and unmoving was a beautiful sight. Taking off the spreader bar I slapped him hard on his ass. The red mark left by my hand was visible in the candle light. Spreading his legs with my knee I moved him closer to the headboard in a half kneeling position. Trailing kisses down his back I bit deep into his side eliciting a growl deep in his chest.

SMACK!

"Oh noises like that will earn you a new red mark on your ass"

"Bring it on bitch"

SMACK!

"Language!"

Reaching around I pulled his foreskin back giving him a few tentative pumps causing him to pull tight against his restraints. Lubing myself up I pulled his hair by the nape of his neck. Teasing him by running myself up and down his crack I pulled harder.

"If you don't fuck me right now William I swear to every god out there I will make you pay!"

SMACK!

"FUNCULO!"

" Is this what you want?"

I drove myself into him quickly without hesitation. The cry that came from him sent chills down my spine in the most delicious way. I wrapped my hand around his throat as I slammed in to him none to gently. This is what he wanted. This is what he needed. Squeezing his throat tighter while pulling him back by his hair he met me for every thrust.

"Is this what you wanted?!" Slam!

"Oh gods yeeessss!" He dragged out barely able to speak with the grip I had on his neck.

"You wanted this? Me inside you? Harder and harder!?"

"Si si!" He chanted breathlessly.

"Tell me you like it!"

"I love it I want more!"

"You want it harder?"

"Yes si si OH! Funculo William please harder!"

I increased the grip on his hair just a inch away from ripping it out thrusting into him as hard as I could. I wasn't small and even though we have been married so long Nico was still tight as fuck. Tomorrow he would be feeling this.

Letting go of his neck I reached around to angle him down to hit his prostate properly. Taking him in my hand I pumped and thrust into him in a rhythm that had him making so much noise I felt bad for the surrounding cabins. Feeling the build in my gut I was about to blow.

"I-I about to.. Will!"

"Me to let go!"

Coming into my hand I rode us both through our orgasams. Pulling out of him I smacked his ass once more for good measure. Collapsing onto the bed he was left panting on his knees tied to the head board.

"You going to untie me?"

"Oh like you can't get out of that at anytime I'm not stupid."

Nico smiled and curled himself into shadows like wet smoke and landed on his back next to me.

"See I knew you could get out of that at any time"

"Yeah I guess your right"

I cleaned my hand off with my old boxers on the floor. Nico crawled over to my chest and I embraced him. Petting his hair I gave him the after care he needed. Little I love you's with a few "you know I didn't mean any of that" talk to let him know that it was just fantasy play not real. Rubbing each red mark on his body healing them as I went. Except for one hickey on his hip. He could keep that one to wear for a while. His breathing returned to normal and he relaxed against me absolutely exhausted. Falling asleep on my chest as he usually did I prayed to the gods that we survived this war.