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Well that only took six months *cries inside*

"He needs help," Annabeth decided as soon as Percy left the room. The daughter of Athena had a determined expression on her face as she strode over to the door, the other two looking at her in confusion, but she merely peered around the door to check that Percy was really gone. When she didn't see him, she called up to Leo on deck.

"What's up, Princess?" Leo asked as he bounded into the room, stopping dead as he saw Frank and Jason looking at him expectantly. A coil of nervousness collected in his gut as he asked, "Whoah. What's with the get-together?" hoping that today wouldn't be the day they had his 'no more inventing things that may try to kill us' intervention.

That argument would get heated, and blood was so hard to get out of the floors.

His fears were assuaged by Annabeth's, "We need a way to spy on the showers to help get Percy and Nico together," and in her excitement she didn't notice the relief Leo hid with a wide grin. The floorboards were safe for another day.

"Finally going after his 'Italian stallion', is he?" he asked smugly, nervousness dissipating to be replaced by amusement, and Frank gave him a curious glance.

"How do you know about that?" the shapeshifter asked, puzzled, and Leo gave a devilish grin.

"You really should keep your conversations quieter," the firebug advised with a small laugh, making the other occupants of the room blush slightly, but then Annabeth shook her head to clear it and focused back on the task at hand.

"So, Percy and Nico. D'you think you could...?" Annabeth began, but she trailed off with a little choking noise as Leo merely crossed to the wall, tapped a little rhythm on it, and slid it up to reveal a flatscreen TV set into the wall. He turned it on with a push of a button, and a picture of Nico showering immediately flickered into life.

Annabeth, Jason, and Frank stared at the grinning Valdez with unabashedly incredulous expressions. Finally, though, Annabeth cleared her throat and took a breath.

"Has...has that always been there?" she asked tentatively, almost afraid to hear the answer, and Leo nodded unabashedly with a bright grin. Then he glanced at the TV, blushed furiously as the implications registered in his mind, and rushed to correct his blunder.

"In case there are ever intruders. We can see where they are, but if they tried to turn them on, they'd explode," Leo explained hurriedly, still red in the face, and the other three breathed a sigh of relief.

"And you've never turned them on before now, right?" Jason asked, a bit teasing, but his grin faded the longer Leo stared at him, wide-eyed as a deer in the headlights. Finally, after a long moment, Leo smiled perhaps a bit too widely and clapped a hand on Jason's shoulder.

"Of course not," he said cheerily, whirling on his heel to rush through the door once again. Jason eyes the door in slight trepidation, but of course Leo couldn't resist.

"By the way, nice birthmark Grace!" his voice called out from the deck, smug as the grin everyone knew he was wearing, and Jason's eyes widened before narrowing to angry slits.

"Where's-" Annabeth started to ask, but before she could finish Jason launched himself off the bed and into the hall, a demigod-shaped blur shouting expletives at the engineer.

"Saw him changing once. It's on his ass," Frank informed the confused daughter of Athena with barely repressed amusement, and the girl gave a laughing 'oh' of understanding before turning her attention to the TV and giving a sharky grin.

"Let's see what we'll see," she said smugly, picking up the remote next to the TV stand.

Percy ran over several plans in his head on the way to the showers, some of them being truly brilliant but most of them also being ridiculous. Because really, where was he supposed to get a herd of rhinoceroses at this hour? And that much parsley was going to be expensive if he went in that direction.

Eh, no matter. He had just thought of a truly foolproof plan, though it was the most ridiculous of the lot, and he was a bit anxious as to its implementation. So many things could go wrong...

...But then, so many things could go right as well.

"I'm not a demigod if I don't take a few risks..," he rationalized to himself, then took a deep breath and assumed a nonchalant expression as he opened the door to the showers.

Nico jumped as he caught sight of who, exactly, had just invaded the shower room, and Percy gave a small smile and a wave as he dumped his change of clothes and towel on the bench.

Nico tried to appear as if he wasn't watching the older boy as Percy undressed with a slow leisure, drawing out every little movement he made and watching out of the corner of his eye with satisfaction as Nico swallowed hard.

His clothes gone, he walked over to turn on the shower next to Nico, humming a little tune as he waited for it to heat up. He held his hand held under the spray to gauge it, then made a happy noise and stepped in.

His eyes widened and a startled noise made it past his lips, a hand flying to his mouth to let him bite down on a knuckle in shock. He tried to stifle the noises he was making as he adjusted to the near-scalding water, but really it was a wasted effort. It wasn't his fault if he was naturally vocal!

Nico made a low choking noise as Percy slowly removed the abused appendage from his teeth to examine the marks left with a pout, even noticing some blood, before sighing in dejection and telling Nico sadly, "That always happens."

The Son of Hades didn't need to know that he had let himself feel the temperature, now did he?

I think not, Percy thought to himself as he stuck the appendage in his mouth and began sucking the pain and blood away.

A single violent twitch forced its way past Nico's stoic mask as Percy's eyes fluttered closed, a raptured expression settling as he let the warm water wash over him. A low, contented moan escaped him, eliciting another twitch from the chthonic child, before his eyes opened again and glanced curiously at Nico.

"Something wrong?" he asked innocently as his hand fell back to his side.

"No," Nico said shortly, abruptly turning away to pick up his shampoo, and Percy gave a blink of confusion. He was about to say something more, but then the water temperature spiked alarmingly to an actually -scalding number and Percy was forced to jump out of his spray and into Nico's.

Shampoo splattered on the ground as the bottle was crushed in the darker boy's grip.

"Heh, sorry," Percy apologized sheepishly, testing the water with a tentative hand before stepping back under his own shower head, "Don't know what happened."

Nico stared at him, cheek hollowed slightly where he was evidently biting it and his eyes hard as diamonds, before crouching down to scoop up some of his wasted shampoo. Percy plucked his own bottle from the shelf, seemingly unconcerned with the breach of personal space, and squeezed out some shampoo for himself.

There they stood lathering in silence, Percy with an easy smile on his face as he gazed off at nothing and Nico glancing at the Son of Poseidon every few seconds, while Frank and Annabeth high-fived each other up in Percy's room and inspected their remote more thoroughly.

Percy's smile widened just a bit as he noticed Nico's looks, and the next time Nico looked over, Percy looked back.

Nico's head immediately shot back the other way, a light blush dusting his tanned cheeks as Percy snickered beside him, and the younger boy cursed his abysmal luck to the deepest depths of Tartarus. Why did Percy choose just then to shower?!

Nico kept himself facing resolutely away from the bucket of temptation that was his current shower buddy, intent on just finishing his wash and leaving as quickly as possible, but of course he soon found out that this was a mistake of godly proportions.

Percy, with the smuggest smirk that was ever smugly smirked, took the step separating them and pressed his front to Nico's back, wrapping his arms around the waist in front of him and craning his neck to rest his head on a bony shoulder.

Quite understandably, Nico froze.

"Always so tense, Nico," Percy muttered disapprovingly, his hand beginning to stroke up and down Nico's stomach in a soothing manner as he felt the younger boy's pulse beat faster than Blackjack's hooves, "You need to learn to relax. Don't sweat the small stuff."

Nico, unsurprisingly, didn't relax, so Percy just rolled his eyes and moved on.

"Jason told us about Croatia," Percy murmured quietly, causing the taller boy to flinch, "I'm sad to say I never noticed anything. Not that you were around much, but..."

He sighed, his breath whooshing past Nico's ear, before he finished, "...I should have noticed. Should have said something."

He laughed a bit, a bitter laugh that was rueful as it was wistful, and said rhetorically, "Should'a could'a would'a, huh?"

"Yeah," Nico said stiffly, keeping his arms by his side and pointedly not glancing over his shoulder at the face he knew would be there. Percy sighed again, though it was tainted slightly by a small smile creeping up on him, as he could feel Nico developing a not-so-small problem was making itself known. He could tell that Nico noticed as well.

"Y'see? This is what happens. I don't notice stuff, not even the most glaringly obvious things, and my pathetic obliviousness totally ruins everything," Percy complained, his hand still not ceasing its incessant petting.

Nico bit the inside of his cheek to keep from making a noise as he hardened even further under Percy's fluttering fingers, and to help hurry this little episode along, he bit out a strangled, "Is there a point to this?"

Percy thought a moment about what to say, running through what seemed like hundreds of prospective lines and conversations, before sighing internally and going with the only one he thought had a chance of working. It was going to be embarrassing when he inevitably asked to see it, but...

"I have a book," he began simply, "A book I made, full of drawings and journal entries and little odds and ends like that. A really personal journal that, though I made sure that nobody would read it, seems to have made it around to everyone else on the ship."

Pausing a bit to calm himself down, he took a breath and continued, "It's all about this weird little kid who likes some card game."

Pretending not to notice how Nico stiffened even more in surprise, he continued blithely, "Oh what was it called...?"

Making various disgruntled thinking noises, he had to wait for nearly half a minute before Nico's surprise softened enough to allow him to let out a shuddering sigh and offer quietly, "Myth'o'Magic?"

Percy gave a little laugh of feigned realization and said, "That's it. Myth'o'Magic. He loved that game. He was pretty good, I heard, and he had all the figurines from it, too," then pretended to remember something and added, "Except for one."

"Hades," Nico said, seemingly automatically, "Lord of the Dead."

"Mm hm. That's right. I actually had one to give to him, from his sister," Percy said wistfully, then crooked his fingers a bit to lightly scratch Nico's stomach and admonished, "But he ran away before I could."

Percy heard Nico give a tiny groan at the slight pain and shift his weight a little, but continued on as if he had never heard, "Don't worry though. I got it to him eventually."

"Yay," Nico said monotonously, beginning to squirm a bit in an effort to break free from Percy's grip, and the Son of Poseidon had to bite his lip to keep from making a noise. As it was, he was developing a little problem of his own.

"Anyway," Percy redirected quickly, lest things get out of control before he finished what he was saying, "The journal's all about him. How we met, what I thought about all the stupid stuff he did, and..."

He trailed off, all his nervousness coming to the forefront of his brain, but even as he considered bailing out, his brain supplied a vision of a furious Aphrodite stalking towards him with a revving chainsaw and he soldiered on. For his sake, for Nico's sake, and for the sake of everyone on this ship.

"And about how I fell for him."

Nico stilled immediately, a different sort of stillness from the stony façade he had put on earlier. It was a surprised sort of stillness as opposed to the cold, distanced, paralyzingly nervous stillness he had appropriated before. It gave Percy a feeling of hope, for that kind of stillness told him that the Son of Hades was thinking about his words. He simply stood there, cocooned in Percy's embrace, barely even breathing as his mind whirled to process this new revelation.

And then he gave a feral snarl, wrenched Percy's hands apart, whirled around, and slammed Percy into the wall, pinning him with his body.

"Idiot," he growled lowly, attacking Percy's mouth with his own, but the slightly shorter boy didn't seem to mind. He moaned and pressed up against Nico, grinding their erections together and getting an appreciative groan from the younger boy, before breaking the kiss and grinning up at him.

"Looks like little Nico isn't so little anymore," he said breathlessly, trailing a finger up the underside of the darker boy's cock. It was a bit longer than Percy's own eight inch length and quite a bit thicker, which surprised, impressed, and excited him all at the same time. He wrapped his hand around both of their dicks and began leisurely stroking, giving only an appreciative hum and an innocent, wide-eyed smile as Nico's eyes darkened with lust. Finally he couldn't take it anymore, and with an animalistic noise he placed both hands on Percy's shoulders and shoved him down into a kneel.

"Suck," he commanded hoarsely.

With a glance up and a lewd lick of his lips Percy obliged, leaning forward to lap at the head a few times before wrapping his lips around it and beginning to suck. He bobbed his head up and down slightly as his tongue continued its licking, swirling around and flicking at the ridge. Nico moaned lowly and rested a hand on top of the green-eyed boy's head, breath coming in pants as he came undone under Percy's skillful tongue. Percy chuckled as he bobbed deeper, sending vibrations up Nico's cock that tore a ragged moan from the boy, and Percy had to restrain himself from grinning evilly.

Not bothering to even take a breath, Percy ducked down and swallowed Nico whole as he started humming his tune from earlier again, twisting his head left and right as he gazed up at Nico with innocent eyes. Nico immediately decided that such looks should be illegal as he lost all semblance of control and began thrusting, trying to get more sensation out of the deliciously hot mouth and tongue currently wrapped around him. Percy moaned at the rough facefucking, sending even more vibrations that made Nico's head swim, and with an almost-reluctant air he backed off and let Nico's cock go with a loud 'pop'.

"How'd you not choke?" Nico asked, trying not to whine at the loss of sensations, and Percy grinned as he stood up again.

"I can breathe through my skin like a frog, or take oxygen from water," he told Nico happily, then grinned ferally and asked, "But really, don't you have better things to focus on?"

Nico licked his lips and pounced, sweeping Percy off of his feet and settling him on the floor. The Son of Poseidon instinctively coalesced the shower water into a cushiony blob underneath himself, not exactly a bed but still better than nothing.

Nico climbed on the cushion and captured Percy's lips in another kiss, not letting it get too heated before he pulled away slightly to begin licking down the gasping boy's neck. His lips and teeth slowly coaxed a mark into existence on the skin in the crook of Percy`s shoulder before he moved lower, beginning to lick and suck down Percy's chest.

His hands came up from caressing the boy's thighs to pinch at tweak his nipples, gasps and groans aplenty slipping from Percy's lips as Nico's mouth moved lower and lower towards Percy's leaking, throbbing need. Finally his sinful tongue began lapping at the head of Percy's cock, the flavor of the Sea Prince's precum flooding his mouth as his voice groaned above Nico's head.

The chthonic boy drew his hand down to flutter his fingers teasingly over Percy's cock, allowing his tongue to slather the digits with saliva and having the added bonus of driving Percy insane. Percy's hands tangled in Nico's hair, but they didn't know what to do next since Nico wouldn't suck him properly, and so he was forced to endure.

He didn't have to for long, because as soon as Nico deemed them lubricated enough, his fingers darted to Percy's entrance and quickly pushed one of their number in before the Sea Prince could tense himself up. He wiggled the intrusive finger around to loosen his entrance as much as it could, making Percy's body wriggle and fidget underneath him before he added a second finger and started wiggling that one around as well. In no time at all the third finger joined in, pumping in and out of Percy and spreading him open beautifully, and with a smirk Nico moved his head down and began licking.

Percy gasped at the sensation of Nico's tongue on and in his hole, whining and gasping and moaning and groaning and pretty much making any sound he could that would tell Nico how much he was loving this moment. He hands scrabbled over his chest and stomach, looking for something to do instead of just sitting there uselessly, and finally settled on having his right pinch and pull at a nipple while his left stroked up and down his steely member. Precum had once again pooled in Percy's naval, utterly ruining Nico's stellar cleaning job, but for some reason he doubted Nico would mind doing it again.

But then, of course, Nico managed to ruin his fun by popping up, seizing his hands, and sinking them into the shadows on the wall behind him and leaving them there.

"NICO!" Percy shouted, half-angry and half-desperate for more of the sensations that had ceased for some reason, but Nico merely kneeled in between Percy's spread legs and gave him an innocently-confused look. The broody Son of Hades actually pulled it off pretty well.

"Yes?" he queried, tilting his head to the side, and it would have been adorable if he hadn't been naked and kneeling between the equally naked Son of Poseidon's legs.

"Why'd you stop?!" Percy whined, wiggling his whole body and trying to free his hands.

"Because you didn't say please," Nico said matter-of-factly, studying his nails.

"PLEASE?!" Percy shrieked in disbelief, enraged at this plebian reasoning and actually getting really desperate for some touching.

"Good start. Please what?" Nico prompted, giving him an encouraging smile.

Now it was Percy's turn to have an eye twitch. After that, though, he let out the longest, most frustrated groan of annoyance he could muster, which incidentally sounded like music to Nico's lust-charged ears, and glared at the Son of Hades with a barely-disguised desperation lurking just beneath the surface.

"Please please please please PLEASE, Nico, fuck me as hard as you can as long as you can in any position you want!" Percy cried frantically, thrashing from side to side to highlight his excruciating frustration, "Just please, give me your cock!"

Nico blinked in surprise, then placidly moved forward to line himself up with Percy's open hole whilst muttering about 'professional pornos' and 'million-dollar lines'.

Then, as soon as he was lined up, he slammed himself home with one violent thrust that made Percy's back arch deliciously.

He drew his hips back and did it again, reveling in the moan Percy rewarded him with before doing it again, and again, and again, and soon he had set a rather fast rhythm that sent Percy to new heights of pleasure. He tried to say Nico's name, to tell him how good he was making him feel, but the most that he could string together was a syllable or two, and even those were few and in between.

So he just gave up, letting himself sink into the ocean of bliss Nico had filled for him and contemplating, for the first time as a Son of Poseidon, letting himself drown.

Then, of course, Nico found that one spot that made Percy scream bloody murder and the choice was kinda made for him. And also, Percy found himself a lot more coherent.

"Nico-! Aaaaah~! I can't-! Please! More! Harder!" he babbled, each word random and disjointed but meant all the same. Nico drove himself to go harder and faster, aiming for that spot that had sent his Prince, his Prince, to such scream-inducing heights, and every time he hit it Percy's babblings were especially heartfelt.

"Nico! Gonna cum!" Percy cried, and Nico managed a nod that Percy translated to mean as ' me too' . So, knowing that the ever-nervous Son of Hades would probably question himself if he didn't say anything, Percy wrapped his legs around Nico's waist and moaned imploringly, "Inside, please !" for good measure.

Nico faltered for a split second before resuming his thrusts with a renewed vigor, reaching down to stroke Percy's length in time with the movement. Percy screwed his eyes shut and bit his lip, trying to hold off on his release, but Nico was nothing if not determined. He leaned over his Sea prince and began sucking and biting on his neck, whispering increasingly dirty things into his ear.

Finally, with a strained cry and an arched back, Percy dug his nails into Nico's shoulders as his release exploded between them, hot and sticky cum decorating the boy deliciously. Percy's walls clamped down on Nico tightly, and the increased pressure combined with the fast pace he had set sent him careening over the edge after his black-haired love.

Percy moaned as he felt his ass get filled up with Nico's warm seed, pulling him down for a deep kiss as they both rode the waves of bliss down from their orgasmic highs. Nico's softening cock slipped out of Percy's ass as they wrestled leisurely with their tongues, letting a flood of cum out after it, and Percy groaned in disappointment at the empty feeling.

"Don't worry," Nico whispered as he flopped down beside Percy on their watery bed and pulled him to his chest, "That just means I can fill you up again."

Percy's eyes lit up in anticipation, a small grin playing onto his face as he laid his head onto Nico's chest and asked breathlessly, "How would you do it?". Then, looking up into Nico's eyes, he added innocently, "Just so I have something to dream about, of course."

Nico hummed in thought as he grinned back, weighing the options in his head before coming up with, "You could tie me to a bed and ride me yourself. It could be fun to be in control."

Percy's eyes sparkled in excitement, but his brow furrowed a bit when Nico snickered a bit.

"What is it?" Percy asked curiously.

"Oh, it's a bit juvenile, but just...I could be your Italian Stallion," Nico laughed, giggling helplessly at his own joke, but choked off in shock when Percy rolled off the bed and began banging his head on the ground.

Annabeth and Frank sat on the bed, frozen with the shock of what they just witnessed, until finally Frank took a shuddering breath and asked, "I don't suppose you managed to find the off button?"

Annabeth hit him.