Nico squirmed restlessly. It didn't help.

The gnawing, aching emptiness continued to throb inside him as his insides clenched on nothing.

He wanted, no, he needed something inside him. It was such a peculiar feeling.

Ignoring it hadn't helped, hadn't made it go away. The old 'out of sight, out of mind' didn't seem to work with Percy and Jason. In the two days that had elapsed, Nico had only caught sight of the two boys from a distance. He made sure to time his meals to never coincide with theirs, either arriving early and hurriedly finishing his food or arriving so late that the dining pavilion was nearly empty.

He shrewdly suspected, however, that he would never have been able to avoid the two boys so well if they hadn't been actively staying away from him as well.

But it didn't matter, his desire was unrelenting. Worse, it had intensified. Hence why he was now suppressing the yearning for something deep inside of him. While trying to ignore exactly what that something would be.

He wondered if Percy and Jason could have gotten him addicted to sex.

Even if he didn't want them, his body sure did.

"Sleeping bags go on the top shelf, Nico," a fond voice interrupted his musings.

Nico blinked, focusing back on the dusty shelves in front of him. "Oh, right."

Mitchell smiled in amusement and turned back to his own task.

Normally if the son of Aphrodite had asked him for help restocking the camp store, Nico would have had no qualms in turning him down. But right now, he figured he could use all the distraction he could get.

Recently any free time, or any time that every molecule of his brain wasn't entirely consumed by concentration, his mind decided to thrust him into violent memories of his lovemaking with Percy or Jason. He remembered when Jason used ropes to keep his knees spread, the resulting marks lasting on his skin for days. He remembered when Percy had forced him to do it outside on a blanket, hidden partially by the trees and darkness as dusk fell, and the fear of getting caught had kept him on edge the entire time and ultimately heightened his arousal. He recalled the time they'd slipped into his empty barracks at Camp Jupiter one night, how they'd spanked him for no reason, how he'd sat on Jason's cock while one hand covered his mouth while his other ripped arm held his waist, keeping him from moving as Percy entered between his spread legs.

A sharp smack snapped him back to reality. Nico discreetly glanced down at his pants while Mitchell kneeled to pick up the shampoo bottle he'd dropped.

"Whoops," he remarked cheerily.

Nico breathed out. Unfortunately, the task of restocking shelves did not require an immense amount of brain power, allowing his mind to frequently wander.

"Hey, what are you doing after this?" Mitchell asked off handedly while sorting through toiletries.

Nico thought back to his schedule. "Uh, archery practice with the Hephaestus cabin. Then I'm on cabin inspection duty."

"Oh," he remarked casually.

They worked in silence for a few more minutes until Nico heard a rustling behind him.

"Wrong again, Nico." A hand appeared behind his own, taking the box he'd just placed and moving it to a higher shelf.

Nico turned and realized that maybe he shouldn't have because Mitchell was standing right behind him, caging him in really, with one hand still stretched high above his head. Mitchell glanced down at him when he turned, with heavy lidded bedroom eyes. This close, Nico could make out the dark blue color of those eyes, something he'd never noticed before.

Mitchell slowly dropped his hand down to rest on a shelf just above Nico's head. His other hand came up to move a lock of his silky black hair off his face.

For one brief moment, Nico entertained the thought of sleeping with someone else. It would solve his present problem, giving him the relief he needed. If he wasn't so sure Percy and Jason punish him severely and no telling what they'd do to his partner. And if he was even interested in casually sleeping with someone. Nico didn't think he was the have-sex-on-the-third-date kind of guy let alone sleeping with a mere acquaintance. And, worst of all, that was all even considering sleeping with just anyone would solve his present crisis. Nico thought he knew that only Percy or Jason could satisfy his body's demands. He heard that thought in his head and shuddered away from it immediately.

A warm puff of air on his face focused his attention back on Mitchell.

"You're always away, you know that?" Mitchell skimmed his fingers over the curve of his face. "Even now, pressed against you like this, I could see in your eyes you were gone. A million miles away." His thumb tilted his chin up. "It's what makes you so interesting," he leaned down.

A crash made them both jump. Nico looked towards the entrance and felt his blood run cold. Percy was standing there. It was the sound of the door slamming against the wall that had made them separate.

Percy looked at them. And he wore an expression he had never seen before. Not just on Percy's face but on anyone's face ever. On the surface it was blank but his eyes were a chaotic storm of dark emotions. It sent chills through his stomach and his intuition whispered, "danger."

He couldn't even imagine how Mitchell was feeling. The boy had gone nine shades paler and backed away from Nico until they were no longer touching.

Percy looked at him. "Leave."

It was all he said but it was all it took. The son of Aphrodite left, twisting around Percy who didn't move from the doorway.

He looked at Nico. The son of Hades fought the urge to run, to shadow travel, to back himself against the shelves. Because the storm in those sea green eyes grew worse, becoming a roiling turmoil of warring thoughts. He knew how bad this looked; Mitchell and he had been two seconds away from kissing, he was sure of it. Nico couldn't imagine what he'd do to him now.

Percy walked a few steps forward; dragged his feet more like, like he was being pulled by a magnet or something. He stopped a foot away from Nico, his expression tight with indecision. The warring in his eyes had grown worse. Meanwhile, the tension had racketed up between them in the small space by tenfold. Nico was 70% sure that Percy was about to violently fuck his brains out.

His heart beat fast, his blood rose to the surface, heating his flesh. His lips parted, quickened breaths falling through. Nico couldn't lie that a part of him- who was he kidding? Half of him wanted that to happen. Was eager and braced in anticipation for that to happen. He was finally going to get what he wanted after so long. Finally going to get some relief. His body nearly vibrated knowing salvation was so close.

Percy raised his hand as if about to touch his face, then dropped it and took his hand instead, raising it up to his mouth while never breaking his gaze from Nico's dark eyes. Nico in turn felt his wide eyes locked on Percy's and gasped quietly when Percy pressed his lips to his fingers in a wordless kiss. His eyes smoldered.

And then… he walked out the door.

Nico fell back against the shelves, breathing hard. Feeling like he just stepped back from a precipice he was about to dive into. What. The. Hell.

Fuck Fuck Fuck. That had been bad. That had been really bad. Percy had gotten so close. So, so close to losing it.

He couldn't describe what it felt like to walk in on Nico and Mitchell pressed up against the wall. Indescribable, animalistic rage had filled him. It wasn't bad enough he was filled with nine days' worth of pent up sexual frustration, nine days without touching Nico. The sight of someone else touching Nico? His vision had clouded with red. He found out later that he'd blown several nearby plumbing pipes.

And then he'd stood there looking all angelic and beautiful and Percy hadn't been able to resist coming closer. Nico's gravitational force pulled him in. And he knew he couldn't have him but he couldn't resist leaving a kiss on those delicate knuckles. His soft pale skin was cool but burned against his lips.

It felt like breaking a part of him to leave him, like an asteroid blasting to pieces to escape its orbit. His body screamed at him to go back and take him, claim him, remind him who he belonged to.

Nico's eyes had been plenty wary but the part that was torturing him was the eager gleam they also held. He wanted it, them and that was the worst part of all. His own desire was one thing but the thought of Nico suffering? Percy's body crooned with the urge to hold him. He felt like a failure, not being able to satiate his lover's needs.

Despite what they'd said before, Percy and Jason had started keeping their distance from Nico these past two days. It had just become unbearable to be around him. Not seeing him was its own kind of torture but a more manageable one. This was the only way he'd be able to keep his promise. However, his resolve to keep that promise was very quickly being chipped away. He'd talked to Jason and he felt the same way. They were both on the verge of saying 'fuck it' and giving in.

His mind felt pretty fragmented these days, like staying away from Nico was literally driving him insane. Disjointed, random thoughts and memories of the boy floated through his head all day. He enjoyed every second with him but he loved the moment when Nico would break and all vestiges of his resistance would fall away. The moment when he would give into the pleasure and moan wantonly while arching up perfectly underneath his hands. A hazy sheen of delight would film his eyes….

Another random memory; he recalled the countless times he'd held up trembling ivory thighs… like the columns of an ancient Greek temple… he'd worship what lay between. Glowing skin, perfect fucking rosy lips. Fuck if Nico wasn't the picture of sin, temptation personified.

Jason should have paid more attention to the slight commotion over by the hearth. If he had, he could have stopped, lent a helping hand. If he had, he could have avoided this situation.

But his mind was pretty clouded these days so he kept walking to his cabin. Failing to notice the ajar door, he stepped in and froze.

Nico was standing there, with a clipboard, looking just as surprised to see him.

Jason swallowed.

"I'm doing cabin inspections," Nico explained a touch awkwardly. His eyes flicked away for a moment, uncertainty giving way to wariness as Jason continued to stand there silently like an idiot.

"Oh," he replied. It was the best he could do. Jason still felt baffled and completely ill prepared to deal with being in an empty, dark room with Nico. His breath caught. In an empty, dark room with Nico.

He forced his eyes away, roaming over his cabin instead. Focusing on the details of his furniture would keep him from focusing on the details of the person in front of him. During his time here, Jason had managed to redo the cabin and it was much homier now. He'd brought in bunk beds to fill up the empty room and make the space much cozier. Piper had helped him lay down warm rugs and carpets while Leo had fashioned a type of fireplace/hearth to heat up the cabin during the winter nights.

Idly he wondered what score he would get. The place was mostly clean even if his bed was undone, blankets untucked.

His eyes glanced back to Nico without his permission. The son of Hades tapped his pen nervously on his clipboard. He squeezed his eyes shut and turned away.

Fuck. Who was he kidding? His mind and body were utterly consumed by lust for the boy standing behind him. It was all he could do right now not to pin him down and devour him. His body was shaking from the effort.

Take him. Make him yours. Have your way with him. The thoughts that had been plaguing his head all week all came back full force. He panted, caught in the middle of a battle between his self control and his desire.

Unhelpfully, his mind conjured memories of Nico; of his silky, soft insides. Of how it felt to sink into that wet, hot heat. Jason bit back a moan.

And of course he was already hard. Over the past two days, Jason had given up trying to get himself off and resigned himself to being permanently hard. 'Nico or nothing' his dick seemed to say.

It was why he hadn't asked Percy to help him either. The two could have helped each other if that hadn't felt bizarrely like cheating on Nico, to be excluding him. And if that would've worked anyway. No, his body had a craving for one specific person who was now less than ten feet away.

"Hey, Jason do you-" Percy froze on the doorstep as Jason's eyes snapped up to his. No, no, no. He felt dread fill his chest. If there was anything worse than being in a room alone with Nico, it was being in a room alone with Nico and Percy. His arousal doubled, if that was possible.

Percy seemed to grasp the situation at hand in a heartbeat. If he hadn't, Jason's wide agonized eyes would have told the whole story. 'HELP!' they screamed.

Before Percy could do anything, however, a loud squawking from outside made him flinch and whirl. A hand reached in and slammed the door to the cabin closed.

"She's gotten loose!" Jason heard a girl yell. Miranda maybe?

"I know," a muffled voice replied; then louder, "EVERYBODY STAY IN YOUR CABINS. WE'VE GOT ROGUE HARPIES ON THE RAMPAGE." It was Malcolm on the megaphone somewhere close by. The three exchanged startled looks then went to look out the window. They witnessed Chiron, Nyssa and Chiara indeed trying contain three harpies while another one roamed free, squawking and being chased by Miranda and Damien while Malcolm slammed more cabin doors shut. "I REPEAT, STAY IN YOUR CABINS, YOUR SCENT WILL ONLY CONFUSE THEM FURTHER."

"Should we help?" Nico asked worriedly.

"I think they've got it covered," Jason replied. "And you heard Malcolm. More demigods will only incense them further."

"Huh." Nico turned and by some unspoken agreement, the three boys sat down on the floor against the foot of the bed. No one said anything but the awkward realization that they were going to be trapped together for a while hung in the air.

Nico chewed his lip. He kept feeling like he should bring up the Mitchell thing. Why didn't Percy bring it up? Had he told Jason already? Should he explain that Mitchell was trying to kiss him? But what did it matter? They weren't going to punish him, were they? And this whole not sex thing was the giant elephant sitting in the room. It was too blatant not to be brought up anymore but Nico didn't know what to say. Would bringing it up be seen as an invitation? Should he do it for that reason? Nico wanted it to happen but he didn't want to ask. He didn't want to be teased or see them smirk with cocky satisfaction. Especially sitting between them like this, closer than he'd been in so long. Nico felt his ever-present arousal increasing. He was glad it was too dark for the blush on his face to be seen.

He kept his eyes trained on their jean clothed legs sprawled next to each other. One glance up, however, would have informed him that Percy and Jason were far from teasing and indeed in some considerable pain themselves.

Percy knew it was going to happen. He knew his fate was sealed the moment he walked through the door. His determination had been deteriorating rapidly the past two days but just sitting here with Nico and Jason had diminished it almost entirely. The only question was when. If Nico didn't ask them within the next two minutes Percy was going take him. And ravage him into next Sunday.

Jason knew Nico didn't know why the two had stopped touching him. He didn't know what Hades had made them promise and he felt he deserved an explanation. If only his thoughts weren't so blindingly overpowered by lust, he could put two sentences together.

"Look Nico, last week, in the Underworld," he had to stop when he was hit with twin sets of powerful eyes. Dark curious ones looking up at him and glittering sea green ones looking across at him from a set face. Percy no longer looked tortured anymore. He'd come to a decision, Jason realized. He tried to start again.

"Your dad, we promised that, uh, that is to say-" Jason exhaled sharply. Nico looked more confused than ever and more adorable than anything. His desperate urge to take this slight boy into his arms was crushing him into incoherency. But he finally decided, fuck it. "Look, there are unspoken things between us now. And if we all want them… if we want the same things," Jason wet his lips. "We can't admit to the things we want- for-for reasons, but," Jason visibly struggled. "You don't have to ask, okay? Just- your permission- give it... one way or another," Jason sighed.

Nico looked at him bewildered. He wasn't even sure that was a question. He looked at Percy who had hope shining in his eyes. He looked back at Jason.

"I-" he held his breath. "Okay, yes," he acquiesced quietly.

"Thank you," Percy breathed fervently as he tackled him.

"Really thank you," Jason echoed as he attacked him from the other side.

It happened so fast Nico didn't register a moment of transition. One moment he was sitting on the rug, the next he was lying on the bed. And their hands, and their glorious bodies were upon him.

There was no time wasted speaking. No teasing or punishing or restraints this time. They were all desperately horny and what transpired was animalistic and carnal. And this time, Nico was not a passive or a reluctant captive, he was every bit as hungry as them and just this once allowed himself to reach up and grab their shoulders, kiss them feverishly back and thrust his hips up for more.

The first time passed quickly in a frenzied haze. There weren't words that could describe the relief Nico felt but he still wanted more. They all did. The next few times, Nico could actually think and enjoy himself with that pressing need out of the way. He actually found himself straddling one or the other a couple times when he felt dissatisfied at the pace.

But being trapped between their arms felt like perfection. And part of him hated it. Part of him hated how much he loved having twin strong arms and bodies wrapped around him, restraining him. How he loved being with someone stronger than him-loved men for this reason. For their muscles and abs and bodies like rock hard walls. He knew how wrong it was for a boy to want that. A boy should like holding softer, slighter figures- girls with their gentle curves. He realized how backwards he was.

Percy pressed a kiss to his collarbone. He ran a hand through his tousled dark hair and turned to kiss Jason. One slow, soft kiss. When they parted the blonde gazed down at him with his glacial eyes; a soft, wondering look in them. Nico ran his hand up the side of Percy's ribcage, caressing the skin there. The son of Poseidon buried his head into Nico's chest.