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Title: The Royal Carriers – Two Kingdoms, One Mindset
Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians / Heroes of Olympus; total AU
Disclaimer: All rights reserved to Rick Riordan for he created the awesomeness that is Nico di Angelo. And everything else related to Percy Jackson and the Olympians / Heroes of Olympus. Aside from the Gods, they belong to the old Greeks. This fanfiction and its OCs on the other hand are entirely mine. No money is made with this, though reviews are more than welcomed.
Warnings: shounen-ai, threesome, explicit intercourse, masturbation, anal, oral, mpreg, pregnancy, slavery, male carrier discrimination, violence, rape, dealing with rape, shoujo-ai, hetero
Main Pairing: Trend/Derek/Sam
Side Pairings: Nico/Percy, Sander/Donny, Luke/Thess, Percy/Kitty, Luke/Octavian, Herc/Thea, Joe/Nico, Marshall/Sara, Piper/Annabeth, Jason/Reyna, Frank/Hazel/Leo, Charles/Silena, Grover/Juniper, Malcolm/Katie, Chris/Clarisse, Tyson/Ella, Tempest/Blackjack
Percy Jackson Characters: Perseus Jackson, Nico di Angelo, Leo Valdez, Hazel Levesque, Frank Zhang, Annabeth Chase, Piper McLean, Luke Castellan, Octavian Simmons, Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano, Jason Grace, Malcolm Cage, Katie Gardner, Grover Underwood, Juniper, Clarisse la Rue, Chris Rodriguez, Travis Stoll, Connor Stoll, Charles Beckendorf, Silena Beauregard, Ethan Nakamura, Alabaster C. Torrington, Rachel Elizabeth Dare, Ella, Tyson, Tempest, Blackjack
Own Characters: Samuel Raser, Derek Rhys, Trend Austin, Marshall Mikaelson, Phylicia Rosenberg, Hunter Hood, Hayden Hood, Bellatrix la Fey, Sara Mers, Joanna Foxx, Sedanur Aykan
Own Characters of the Next Generation: Chrysander Rodriguez, Charisma Rodriguez, Hades Poseidon di Angelo, Sally Persephone di Angelo, Theseus Paul di Angelo, James Charles di Angelo, Laura Silena di Angelo, Jackson Tyson di Angelo, Matthew Robert Chase, Theadora Tiphane Chase, Lucas Thomas Chase, Tristan Frederick Chase, Hercules Grace, Thalia Hylla Grace, Jupiter Perseus Grace, Esperanza Nicole Zhang, Sammy Marie Zhang, Emily Fey Zhang, Elizabeth Mason, Amarilla Cage, Anthismos Cage, Kathryn Ellen, Alabaster Ellen
Own Horses: Rush, Fighter, Shadowchaser, Trickster, Nightowl
Summary: After King Hades had died, Nico had ascended to the throne, just a lost and lonely little prince, unsure what to do with himself. An allied king named Matthew had helped him on his rocky path and when King Matthew passes away, leaving his only son and heir Derek in quite the similar situation, Nico wants to provide the same kind of guidance for Derek that he had received.
Nico's heir and pride Donny had grown up being close friends with Derek so Nico sends his son to comfort Derek and invite him over to their realm, to ensure Derek that he had an ally in Nico.
In a world where some males are born with the ability to carry children, seen as a present from the gods and sold as valuable slaves, Nico could call himself lucky to own Percy, who had blessed him with seven wonderful children so far. When love had blossomed between them, the slave had risen to become Nico's queen. And now that Derek was the only one left of his family, Nico wants to give Derek a beautiful and kind carrier as a coronation present, because Derek needs an heir.
Derek, involved and in love with his adviser Trend, had his eyes set on a carrier-slave who had danced on the annual Spring Celebration, but the boy had slipped away from him. It's his luck that Donny manages to track exactly that carrier down to have him waiting in Donny's home for Derek's visit. When finding the carrier named Sam, Donny also finds something gorgeous for himself.
Now Donny has Sander and is falling in love with his slave, even though the young carrier-prince needs to find a suitable king, while Derek and Trend deal with their previously abused carrier.
The Royal Carriers
Two Kingdoms, One Mindset
Chapter 14: The Royal Baby
Sander and Donny were saved from an awkward afternoon of staring at each other and blushing in embarrassment. Granted, the way they were saved was sort of awkward and embarrassing too.
"Wait, wait, wait. Slow down, Sam", requested Sander, lifting his hands up. "What happened? You had his what in your mouth?! I'll go over there and tear it off right now!"
Donny blinked a couple of times, staring in awe at how incredibly hot angry, protective Sander was. He could use more of that. Definitely. The way those soft, brown eyes darkened with anger, with the need to protect someone he held dear. Donny wanted to be that someone. He really did. Not that he wished anything bad would happen to him, but he wanted to be the one Sander was concerned for.
"No! Don't tear it off!", exclaimed Sam wide-eyed, grabbing Sander by the hands. "I—I asked him to. I wanted it. He didn't force me, Sander. Please don't do something stupid."
"You... promise me he didn't hurt you?", asked Sander slowly, looking at Sam seriously.
"Promise", whispered Sam, looking up at Sander pleadingly.
"So... Why are you here then?", asked Sander, now more confused than angry.
"B—Because I wanted to talk about it", answered Sam, blushing a little. "I mean, it was the... uh... first time I did something like that. With someone... someone... I—I... like..."
"You like Derek?", gasped Donny, scrambling closer. "Come on, sit down! I want details!" Both Sander and Sam stared at him a little surprised. "What? I like gossip. Gimme gossip."
Sam flushed as he and Sander sat down on Donny's bed, the prince eager and curious. "W—Well, uhm, I... My masters were making out again and, uhm... Trend was too busy with studies, so the king was being kind of... pouty... A—And I just... offered, without even thinking about it. They told me I could get out if it got too much... B—But it was actually good... I mean, it was weird, having this hard, warm penis in my mouth, but my king was making all those cute and praising noises..."
"What did it taste like?", asked Donny eagerly, leaning in some.
Sam laughed amused, shaking his head. "Weird. Kinda. All warm and salty and strange..."
"So, you like Der then?", inquired Donny, tilting his head interested.
"I—I... he's... a good master and he... let me do it at my pace. And afterward, Trend gave me head and he was... so good. No one ever did anything for my pleasure. I mean, when... when the trader took me, I never came. It was over so fast and all it did was hurt. He never even cared. But they focused on me, solemnly on me. Just to make me come. And then they caught me and hugged me and... it was... I've never felt so special in my whole life, I think. It was amazing."
"Sounds a little bit like you're falling in love with them", chimed Donny teasingly, looking at Sander. "What do you think? I think it sounds like they're falling in love."
"I think you're right, my prince", nodded Sander, looking sheepishly at Sam. "Sorry, but he's right."
"I—I am not stupid enough to fall in love with my masters!", exclaimed Sam irritated.
Any further interrogations were interrupted as the door burst open and Thess stumbled in. "Donny! We're going to be big brothers! Mom just went into labor! Come, come, come, come, come!"
Donny stared wide-eyed, not moving for a moment, until Sam and Sander shoved him. "Move!"
"Y—Yes. Right", nodded Donny, stumbling toward his younger brother.
Sander and Sam exchanged a grin as they watched Donny and Thess leave hastily.
/break\
Sander had left for training with the knights and Sam, a little bored, walked to the kitchen. Cooking a little while not thinking about anything. Or at least trying. All his thoughts were centered on Derek and Trend and the possibility of maybe-perhaps developing some kind of feelings, kinda.
"You're distracted", noted the head-librarian who liked to sneak into the kitchen for cookies.
"No, Miss Rachel, I'm just... Yeah, I am", sighed Sam, grinning sheepishly.
Rachel was a gorgeous redheaded woman, very kind and patient. Also quite artistic. Sam had spend some time watching her paint, totally amazed by her talent. It was how they had first talked to each other. Now she was sitting up on the table, looking him up and down critically. Then she smiled.
"Don't worry. Everything will work out for you, Sam", offered Rachel cryptically.
"Right", grunted Sam confused, cocking one eyebrow. "Anyway, I baked those awesome cookies for my king, so I'll just go and save them before you eat them all, Miss Rachel."
He had spend the last three hours baking his mom's favorite cookies, as a kind of 'thank you' for last night and now that they were ready, he had to save them. Apparently, word about Sam's kitchen-abilities had already traveled through out the palace. Gathering his cookies, he hastily left.
Smiling to himself, he made his way back to his room. He felt so at ease after what had happened last night. The release really had made him feel better. So Derek and Trend deserved delicious cookies. But before he could reach the chambers, he heard a loud commotion coming from Donny's chambers. Was the young prince already back? Was the baby there? Eager to meet the newest member of the royal family, Sam decided to take a detour. What he found inside was not entirely what he had expected, if he was being honest here. Donny was laying on his bed, in the middle. He was holding onto a tight, little bundle, with Jackie on his lap, Silly left and Jimmy right.
"What's wrong?", asked Sam concerned as he noted the dark mood and Donny's puffy eyes.
Red-rimmed and with dry traces of tears. Sam did not like where this was going. Approaching slowly, he placed the tray of cookies on the bed, offering them to the youngest ti Angelos.
"Look, we have a baby sister", said Silly softly, looking happy but sad at the same time.
"Her name is Hazel Pandora", added Donny, voice tight with previous tears. "Father gave her to me, said I should watch over my younger siblings, while he's staying with mother..."
"Mommy's not well", mumbled Jimmy, taking a cookie. "Daddy says mommy hasn't woken up yet... So daddy is staying with him to make sure mommy gets better soon."
Sam gulped hard and turned to Donny, motioning for the crown prince to follow him out for a second. Donny took a shaky breath and pushed Jack off his lap before following Sam outside. Closing the door, Sam got his first real look at the newborn princess. Olive-skin and already the lightest turf of black hair on her head. Smiling a little, Sam poked the baby's cheek. She opened her eyes, staring up at him curiously with startling eyes. The right eye was sea-green and the left one was a deep, dark brown. Sam had never seen someone with two differently colored eyes.
"She's pretty", whispered Sam, poking her other cheek and making her giggle. "So, your mom?"
"Lost a lot of blood. It was a complicated birth, that's what Octavian said", whispered Donny, staring down at his baby sister, holding her tightly. "D—Dad asked me to watch over the little ones. I—If mom dies, he wants to be with h—him... s—so mamma doesn't h—have to d—die alone..."
A heart-breaking sob wrecked Donny's body and Sam hastily took the baby from the prince before wrapping his free arm around Donny and pulling him into a hug. Because that prince needed a hug. Donny started crying and clung to the slave, face buried in Sam's neck.
"You should go", whispered Sam softly. "If these are your mother's last moments, you have to be there for both of them, because your dad needs someone to hold him too. And you should not miss it. Go on, I'll babysit the brats. Pardon me, the young princes and princesses."
"Naw, they kind of are brats", whispered Donny with the smallest grin. "T—Thank you, Sam."
"No problem, my prince", smiled Sam, nudging Donny a little. "Your mom will make it. I'm sure."
/break\
"Lucas Chase, stand in line!", called Luke Castellan out, loud and irritated.
Luke Chase looked sheepishly over at his captain, but there was a higher authority running up to them. His beloved, most cherished prince. And before Luke could give his full attention to Captain Castellan, Thess reached them and threw himself at Luke with full-force, knocking the young knight onto his butt. Ethan, Alabaster, Travis and Connor around him snickered at that.
"You shouldn't let a pretty ass distract you, even if it's a royal ass", advised Alabaster wickedly.
"You know you shouldn't talk about any member of the royal family like that", warned Ethan.
But young Luke wasn't minding them at all, because there was the love of his life curled up against his chest, crying pitifully and clinging onto him as though the world around them was crumbling and Luke was the only constant thing left to Thess. "Hey, Thess, what's wrong? What happened?"
"M—Mom...", pressed Thess out between hiccups.
The training stopped instantly, all knights alert seeing as this concerned the life of their queen. There was only one knight who was even more concerned about someone else and regardless of how much Sander had always wanted to be a knight, there was one place he'd rather be right now.
/break\
"Not that I don't enjoy a good fuck in the afternoon, babe, but... Why now?"
Kitty Ellen was spread out on her sheets, head supported by one hand, the only thing she was wearing was a golden bracelet that Sally Persephone had given her to her last birthday. Percy Junior grunted and shrugged, grabbing the sheets to pull them over her own nakedness.
"Can't be with the little kids now", muttered Percy with a glare. "Wanted to be with you."
"But...", started Kitty and sat up to crawl over to her girlfriend. "Don't you want to meet your sis?"
"No", growled Percy fiercely, flipping them over as Kitty came to rest on top of her.
Dark-green eyes stared unblinkingly up at Percy, a little surprised at the princess' anger. "Why not?"
"Because... I'd rather be with you", shrugged Percy with a smirk, smashing their lips together.
/break\
Luke had, after slowly coaxing words out of Thess, gotten his captain's permission to escort the upset prince back to his chambers and stay with Thess. Now Luke was cuddled up to his beloved prince, holding onto the pale beauty and caressing Thess' smooth, long hair.
"Why aren't you with your siblings, love?", asked Luke, nosing Thess' cheek, kissing tears away.
"C—Can't", admitted Thess softly, pressing closer against Luke.
"Why not?", inquired Luke, tightening his grip on the shivering prince.
"B—Because I... I'll... I can't look at the baby", whispered Thess, averting his eyes. "I just can't."
"And why not, Thess?", asked Luke patiently, rubbing circles on Thess' hips.
"Because when I look at the baby, I may start liking the baby, but... but... i—if mamma dies because of the baby, I'll hate it so I can't get attached to it!", exclaimed Thess, sounding angry, sad and guilty all at the same time. "I can't lose my mother, Luke! A—And if it's the baby's fault, I'll have to hate it for taking my mother away. I will hate it. It can't take my mother from me, Luke."
"It is your little sibling, Theseus", replied Luke, keeping his voice soft. "And you love your little siblings. I understand that you love your mother and that you can't lose him, but..."
"No. No buts allowed", growled Thess, staring up at Luke with tears shimmering in his eyes. "No. My mom can't die, b—but if he does, it'll be the baby's fault!"
Thess started crying again, face buried in his boyfriend's chest and Luke kept from saying anything more, just holding Thess and trying to sooth the younger teen, caressing him tenderly.
/break\
Before Sander had a chance to reach his prince, he ran into Trend and Derek, both looking rather confused and as though they were seeking someone, or something too. Sander paused for a second.
"Have you seen our Sammy?", asked Derek, glaring accusingly at Sander. "Did you steal him again for training? Because I demand our Sammy back now. I don't like it when he's not here."
"What? No. I haven't seen Sam since this morning", replied Sander confused. "I'm on my way to check on my prince, because Prince Theseus Paul said that there were complications with the birth."
"Oh my. Donny...", whispered Derek, the playful anger melting to concern. "Well, move!"
The young king grabbed both Trend and Sander by the hands, pulling them harshly along at top speed until they reached Donny's chambers. But when they burst in, they did not find what they were expecting. Sam was laying curled together around a tiny baby, playing with him as the little one made grabby motions for Sam's hands. The smallest, yet most brilliant smile possible was on Sam's lips as he was playing with the baby. Jack was curled up against Sam's chest, between the teen and the baby, watching his little sister in total awe and with wide, innocent eyes. Jimmy and Silly were hanging over Sam's side, cheeks resting against Sam's rib-cage, both deep asleep.
While Derek and Trend were completely enchanted by the adorable picture of Sam cuddling with the kids, Sander grew more and more upset. "Where's my... my prince? Sam, where is he?"
Sam jumped a little, startled at the sudden voice, turning toward the trio. "Oh. Hello. Donny is with his mother, I took over babysitting duties. He should be at the healer's."
"Ah, thank you, Sam", nodded Sander and dashed out of the room.
"Why's mommy still with the healer?", asked Jack innocently, turning to Sam. "I wanna show mommy what a good, response-sensible brother I can be!"
"Responsible, not response-sensible, Jackie", laughed Sam and leaned down to kiss the young boy's head. "And your mommy is very, very tired. Giving birth is like... like having training with your uncle Jason and you know how bad that is, right? So now your mommy needs to rest."
"Oh. Okay", nodded Jack, pleased by that answer. "Then I will show mommy tomorrow."
"Do that, sweetling", agreed Sam with a smile. "Why don't you rest some now, mh?"
"Okay", nodded Jack, yawning widely. "Being a big brother is very exhausting too..."
"I bet", chuckled Sam, humming a soft, lulling tune until Jack was deep asleep.
"You're amazing", whispered Derek in total awe, startling Sam yet again.
The slave blushed, having completely forgotten that his masters were still in the room. Trend grinned amused, arm around Derek's waist as he steered their king over to the bed to sit with Sam. Sam tried to shift some, but Derek held him down, shaking his head with a smile.
"Stay. You're the very important pillow to four little royals", whispered Trend softly.
"How can you look so adorable with the little ones?", cooed Derek, caressing Silly's hair. "Dear god, I can not wait to see how cute you will look with our own little ones piling around you like you're the center of the world. So, so, so sweet, my sweetheart."
Sam's face was as red as beets when he stared over at his king, not saying a word. Trend offered him a calm smile, conveying the message that it was alright and Derek was just babbling happily, not planning to jump Sam right now to make some babies.
/break\
Nico didn't remember when he had last breathed. Maybe he wasn't breathing anymore at all. Maybe his body was doing it automatically, without him even noticing at the moment because his whole focus was set on making sure that his Percy was still breathing. One thing Nico was sure of was that if Percy stopped breathing, so would he. Simply because his body wouldn't have the strength left.
Percy's hand was laying in Nico's, Nico's other hand on top of Percy's, caressing it softly with his thumb. The hand was clam and cold and it wasn't squeezing Nico's. Nico needed it to squeeze back.
He knew he should talk to Donny. He knew his oldest son was there, had joined them at some point, not that Nico had any concept of time at this moment. He was the father, the head of the family, he should reassure his son that everything would be alright. But he just couldn't.
He couldn't even reassure himself right now. All he knew was fear. The fear of losing the love of his life, the moon to light up all his nights, the sun to warm all his days. His queen, the mother of his children, the center of his heart. His other half. Perseus Lir Jackson was everything Nico wasn't, was the one to complete him. The bright, cheerful, optimistic one who, even when in doubt, was always there for the people he led, the one who strengthened Nico when Nico grew insecure in his leading-abilities. What would Nico do without Percy...?
"Please don't die, I can't live without you", croaked Nico out, voice hoarse with pain.
"He won't die", promised a voice that did not belong to Donny or the healers.
But the voice had the same never-ending confidence and optimism as Percy's and it drove tears into Nico's eyes as he turned his head, only reluctantly tearing his eyes off his beloved. There was Sander, standing behind Donny. Back straight, eyes trained on Percy, but both his hands on Donny's shoulders. The young prince was leaning back against Sander for support, eyes closed.
"What makes you say that?", asked Nico, unsure how he even mustered the strength to speak.
"I never had a family of my own", started Sander slowly. "I never knew what a mother is or what a mother does. I'm only now really getting to know my own mother, but even before I met her, I saw the way the queen looks at your children. I think... I think the most important thing about mothers that I learned from Queen Perseus and from my own mother after meeting her is that mothers never give up their children, never abandon them. My mother was looking for me relentlessly for years and even now, after twelve years, she still recognized me because she never gave up on maybe finding me. Queen Perseus would never abandon his children. He will not die, he will not leave them. There's no way he'd let them grow up without him."
Nico stared at the boy for a long moment, slowly blinking his eyes. He had spend hours crying, cursing the gods and life itself, bitter, angry and ready to punch the first person who'd dare to interrupt his moment of grief, fear and sadness. And yet, despite it all, he found himself smiling. Only a small and still pained smile, but a smile nonetheless.
"You're right", agreed Nico, nodding slowly. "I shouldn't underestimate him like that. Percy... Percy never did what others expected of him. He's always been a fighter and he always will be. He will not go down without a fight, so I... I can't give up either. Thank you, Sander."
"Y—You're welcome, my king", mumbled Sander, a bit embarrassed at that.
Donny smiled and grabbed Sander's hands with his own, pulling them down to lay around his neck instead of resting on his shoulders. He hung onto them as he squeezed his eyes shut. Deep down, Donny knew that Sander was right. His mother would not give life to a child and leave the little one, together with all their siblings, all on their own. His mother would never leave his father alone, because those two needed each other. The whole kingdom needed Percy.
"Would you do me a favor, Sander?", inquired the king after another long stretch of silence.
"E—Everything, your grace", nodded Sander hastily, growing nervous.
"Take my son with you and make sure he eats something and rests. He has been here for hours now", requested Nico, his voice low and not leaving room to argue.
"Father, with all due respect, you're crazy if you think I'll leave", countered Donny sternly.
"Hades Poseidon di Angelo, you will do as I say", ordered Nico, sounding darker and more serious this time around, before he offered the boy the faintest smile. "You wouldn't want your mother to see you like that, it would scare him. You have to look your best when he wakes up."
Donny wanted to protest again, but Sander tightened his grip on Donny's hand, offering him an honest and encouraging look because Donny sighed in defeat. "Yes, papà. But you need rest too."
Nico watched them leave, living a hand up to rub his face. He did need rest. The sun was already setting and it had barely been rising by the time Percy had gone into labor. Yawning in exhaustion, Nico climbed onto the bed, laying down next to his queen, pulling Percy against his chest. Octavian and his team had done everything they could, had told Nico that they could only tell in the morning if it was working, if Percy would make it. This night would decide it. For a split-second, Nico found himself hoping that if Percy wasn't to wake up, neither was he. But then he remembered that their children needed them. Both of them. And if not both, at least one.
/break\
It had been hard, forcing Donny to eat something and honestly, Sander understood that Donny had no appetite. So he left it at a few pieces of cheese and some grapes for now. When they entered the prince's chambers again, the bed was overloaded. Sam was still in the middle, Jack and Hazel Pandora on one side, Silly and Jimmy on the other, Derek and Trend at the outside of the bed, keeping the kids from falling off. All of them were deep asleep.
"Do you think I can sleep in your bed tonight?", asked Donny softly. "I don't want to wake them, but there's not a square-inch of space left on my bed either a—and I don't want to be alone..."
"O—Of course, my prince. I can sleep on the floor", nodded Sander hastily.
"No. That's not what I meant", said Donny as he tugged Sander along to the secluded chamber. "I don't want to be alone. And I wouldn't just kick you out of your bed either. Please. Just hold me."
Donny was the first to collapse on the bed, looking up at Sander with the most pleading eyes possible, like a hurt puppy. Regardless of how weird Sander felt at sharing a bed with his prince, those eyes could not be denied. Blushing brightly, Sander climbed in and wrapped his arms around Donny's waist. The prince snuggled up to Sander, face buried in his chest, sobbing silently until he fell asleep, with Sander whispering soothing nonsense and holding him.
/break\
Falling asleep had been close to impossible, so when something was tickling his cheek, he tried swatting at it. If this was Will's idea of telling the king to get up and sleep in his own bed instead of the infirmary, Nico would kick him out – regardless of how much Octavian praised him.
"You look like crap, Nick."
Nico froze up and this time around he knew he wasn't breathing. His eyes snapped open, filled with hope and yearning and pleasedon'tletthisbeadream – which yes, was one single feeling right now. His eyes locked with tired sea-green orbs, set in a pale, sweaty face, a small, teasing smile on normally rose lips. Percy looked like death warmed over, but he was alive. Nico breathed again.
"Do not ever scare me like that again, l'amore della mia vita", whispered Nico.
He pulled Percy close, kissing him. Only the faintest touch of lips, too scared to break the fragile looking man in his arms. It took Percy a lot of effort, but he wrapped his arms around Nico's neck, pressing himself as close to his husband as physically possible.
"You should know me better than that. I'd never leave you, amore per sempre", replied Percy, voice barely audible and croaked. "B—But... the... the baby... is... is the baby..."
"A beautiful and healthy little girl? Yes, she is", interrupted Nico, smiling a little.
"Thank the gods", gasped Percy, sagging against Nico in relief, their foreheads pressed against each other. "I'm sorry for worrying you, my king. And honestly, I could use a few days worth of sleep..."
"Then take them", murmured Nico, kissing Percy's forehead and cheeks. "Take all the time you need to heal, my love. As long as you will not leave me."
"Never", promised Percy, pressing his lips against Nico's.
Author's note: Hands up who cried! *lifts hand*
Next chapter will have Frazeleo visiting so Leo can coo over tiny, adorable Dora. Also, the long-awaited moment has come - Sander and Donny are gonna talk about their feelings!