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Title: The Prince and the Slave – The Most Beautiful Possession
Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians / Heroes of Olympus
PJatO 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, of course. They are all copyright by the old Greeks. This fanfiction on the other hand is entirely mine. No money is made with this, though reviews are more than welcomed.
Warnings: shounen-ai, explicit intercourse, anal, rape, slavery, shoujo-ai, hetero, threesome
Main Pairing: Nico/Percy
Side Pairings: Octavian/Percy (forced), Piper/Annabeth (one-sided), Reyna/Annabeth, Thalia/Bianca, Frank/Hazel/Leo, Ethan/Alabaster, Malcolm/Katie, Lou/Miranda, Charles/Silena, Jake/Will, Grover/Juniper, Chris/Clarisse
Percy Jackson Characters: Perseus Jackson, Nico di Angelo, Annabeth Chase, Reyna Anderson, Silena Beauregard, Leo Valdez, Bianca di Angelo, Hazel Levesque, Octavian Simmons, Alabaster C. Torrington, Lou Ellen, Rachel Elizabeth Dare, Jason Grace, Thalia Grace, Clarisse la Rue, Frank Zhang, Charles Beckendorf, Jake Mason, Nyssa Black, Will Solace, Piper McLean, Chris Rodriguez, Ethan Nakamura, Katie Gardner, Miranda Gardner, Grover Underwood, Juniper, Blackjack, Arion, Scipio, Tempest
Summary: King Nico is faced is a very intriguing temptation. Sadly enough, said temptation is already in the possession of the priest. How can he, with the help of his strategist and best friend Reyna, make the young sex-slave his own?
The Prince and the Slave
The Most Beautiful Possession
Chapter 2: The Life of a Royal
Leo was panting hard, seeing everything double and a bit hazy at the edges. This had been what? The seventh time his master and mistress had taken him today? Eighth? Probably ninth. The mesmerizing beauty with the chocolatey skin and the golden eyes smirked down at him.
"Don't tell me you're already at your limit, pet."
"N—No, Princess Hazel", whimpered Leo and shook his head hastily. "Of course not."
"Then I wonder how", growled the broad, strong guard behind the Latino, pinching one of Leo's already quite swollen nipples. "We haven't been able to fuck you for two months. I wonder how you can still have any stamina left, little slut."
The Latino bit his lips and blushed furiously. Hazel frowned and gave it an extra hard thrust with the glass-dildo she had strapped around her waist, making her little slave whimper in pain.
"Spill it, or I'll be spanking you so hard, you won't be able to move for weeks", threatened Hazel.
"Don't make any promises", huffed Frank with a glare. "You know he'd only enjoy it."
"Y—You told Beckendorf and Silena to take care of me... a—and they... uh... t—took care..."
Frank growled darkly and bit Leo's neck hard, leaving a bruise, a visible mark to show everyone who the slave belonged to. The boy whimpered pathetically. Hazel frowned slightly.
"Well, I wouldn't want you to get bored while we're away", huffed the princess. "Still, I will not have anyone taking what is rightfully mine. If I hear such a thing again, I will have you publicly whipped, you slut. And I will forbade you any contact with Silena. Are we clear?"
"Y—Yes, mistress", mumbled the embarrassed slave.
"Good boy", nodded Hazel and kissed Leo's cheek. "Now, I'll have to leave. Frank, I want him occupied while I'm gone. And punish him properly for being a little slut."
"Of course, my love", smiled Frank and leaned over to kiss his girlfriend.
The princess nodded pleased and pulled out of her slave, earning herself a whimper from Leo. Patting his head a last time, she left her chamber. How utterly annoying, those royal duties. She would prefer to keep teasing and fucking her slave until the boy passed out. It had been such agonizing two months without him, yet taking him with them would not have been a wise idea. Hazel and her sister had only taken their guards with them, their mission could have easily turned dangerous and she would never let her innocent, little pet anywhere near danger. As annoying as her duties could be, especially considering the time she had to spend away from her cute, little slave, she always kept in mind that if she were not royal, she would have never met or bought the boy. And oh what a shame that would have been! The mere thought someone else could own that ass...
"Hazel, you're late", chided a voice from within the throne room as soon as she entered.
On the throne of the queen sat her older half-sister, the oldest of the three siblings. The queen, at least for the time being. Of such a high and royal beauty, with her dark hair cascading down her back and her pitch black eyes boring intensely into Hazel's. Two of her guards were at her side, a one-eyed and black-haired man with distinguishably Asian features, and a female with electric blue eyes, who always stood just the slightest bit too close to the queen than was seen as appropriate. Yet Hazel wasn't one to talk, for she was just as much in love with one of her guards too. Turning her head a little, Hazel noticed that their brother was there already too. The olive-skinned man looked so very much like the oldest, like Bianca, his full-blood sister. It sometimes pained Hazel to see the two of them together, for it reminded her that she was only the illegitimate daughter of the king and that she could be glad that Bianca and Nico had decided to keep her in the palace after the king's and the queen's death, others would have gotten her killed for she may pose a threat to their power. But all they had ever shown to Hazel was family and love.
"I'm sorry", smiled Hazel softly and went to sit down on the princess' throne. "Frank and I had to get... acclimated again."
"You were busy screwing Leo's brains out, yes", nodded Nico bored and rolled his eyes.
Hazel noted how only Reyna, the black-eyed and black-haired strict woman, and Charles, the dark-skinned man, were the only guards of Nico present. The obvious lack of the brunette female Clarisse and Thalia's guard Chris were evidence that the two of them were most likely off celebrating their reunion too. The princess grinned slightly.
"So, what did we miss while we were away, Nico?", asked Hazel curiously.
"Not very much", huffed her brother with a shrug. "We live in peace, after all."
"So nothing at all?", pouted the golden-eyed girl slightly bored.
"Oh well, Octavian bought two new slaves", replied the king casually.
"Something nice?", piped Hazel, her curiosity picked. "Certainly nothing compared to Leo."
"I would beg to differ", smirked Nico teasingly.
"Now that sounds interesting", hummed Bianca thoughtful and tilted her head. "Tell us more."
"He's gorgeous", sighed the king in defeat and slumped in his throne. "Such bright, deep eyes, the most mesmerizing green like the wide, mysterious sea. Those rosy lips... And his voice..."
The way his normally professional and strict voice had softened and that far-away look in his eyes was a dead give-away for Bianca. One that made her stomach knot in cautious worry.
"A slave?", muttered his older sister with worried eyes. "The slave of a priest nonetheless."
"What do you want?", grunted Nico with a slightly stubborn, childish glare. "Haze is in love with a slave too! Let me have my little lust toy too!"
"She is in love with her own slave", nodded Bianca sharply. "Which makes matters easier. And officially, she is engaged to one of our highest ranked generals. It is appropriate."
"Just like you bedding a female", snorted Nico. "No offense, Thals."
"How was that not offensive?", snorted the electric blue eyed guard sharply.
"But you're the king, Nico", chided Bianca with one raised eyebrow. "Our people expect you to marry a wealthy woman that shall rule beside you."
"Why?" And honestly, Hazel had to suppress a laugh because that sounded like a whine.
"Nico", repeated their older sister with a heavy sigh.
"What?", huffed Nico and crossed his arms over his chest, looking all like a pouting child. "Hazel can have her little plaything and you can have your little plaything, why can't I too? Again, no offense Thals."
"Seriously, we have to talk about your definition of offense", growled Thalia with a dark and annoyed frown, inching closer toward her queen. "You're still such a brat."
Bianca heaved a sigh and rubbed her temples. This was not how she had imagined returning home would turn out to be. Their parents had left Nico the kingdom, their father had always raised him as their heir. But he was still young, so Bianca took to rule beside him. Until he would find a suitable woman to rule at his side and bear him suitable heirs. Bedding a slave was not uncommon, it was actually quite the thing these days. But when Bianca looked into her brother's eyes, she could see a worried tenderness that went beyond lust. A bit startling, seeing as Nico had practically shut off all feelings for others beyond their family and guards, who they actually did consider family too, ever since their parents' death. Frowning slightly, she watched how Hazel and Nico seemed to bicker about one thing or another. It made her frown melt into a soft smile. When they were acting like this, they seemed like the carefree children they used to be before the king and queen had died.
"Reyna, I wish for you to lead me to the slave quarters", ordered Bianca and stood.
"But-", started her own two guards to protest, straightening some.
The queen only lifted one hand to stop them. "Ethan, you go and check in with your lover. It had been weeks for you too. And Thalia, I want you to wait in our chamber for me. Preferably naked."
The two guards turned to exchange a calculating glance, as if they were questioning whether to trust their queen or to do their duty and accompany her. Exhaustion and horniness won in the end and Ethan and Thalia nodded obediently before leaving for their respective quarters. Reyna straightened her back and walked over to Bianca. The queen smiled softly and took the offered hand while motioning for her brother to stay put upon noticing how the boy had risen.
"You will stay here. Take care of some kingly duties, Nico. I want to meet that boy myself", warned Bianca slyly. "You on the other hand may accompany me, Hazel."
The princess frowned, looking from one of her siblings to the other curiously before heaving a sigh. She would very much prefer to get back and join Frank and Leo, but if her beloved brother truly may have his very own Leo in perspective, then it was her sisterly duty to see if that boy was any good. Nodding shortly, she stood to join the other two women.
"Be a good boy and stay put while we're going to check the goods", grinned Hazel mischievously.
The trio left the throne room, the last thing they heard was a muffled huffing coming from the king. The sisters exchanged an amused look. Sometimes each of them could still be quite childish.
"This slave, tell us about him, Reyna", ordered Bianca softly.
"He arrived here only about two weeks ago, with Castellan's ship", started Reyna to answer, leading the two royals through the arcades. "Percy, his name is. He and a delicate blonde had been caught somewhere on the Nordic islands, as far as I know. Children from some small village."
"Blonde, you say?", piped Hazel curiously in.
"Yes", confirmed Reyna and both others didn't miss that slightly dreamy look on her face. "A... good catch, that one. But not the priest's type. He only bought her because he wanted Percy and that boy seems very protective over his friend. The boy himself is not really special, as far as I'm concerned. He has the pale complexion and bright eyes of the cold Nordic islands, but his raven hair is more than boring, not catchy in our county. But she, she has the Nordic golden locks."
"You like her", accused Hazel knowingly.
The guard blushed, but that was the only thing that betrayed her. Her face was still a stoic mask, her posture guarded and strict as always. Hazel blinked surprised at that. Even a blush was far more than she would have expected. In the whole palace, Reyna had been the first one to accept her. After Hazel's mother, the lover of the king, had died, the king had decided to take her in. And while most members of the court did not trust her and had shunned her, even as a small, harmless child, Reyna had offered her kindness in a way. Protection, that is. She had fought other children off who had made fun of her. Reyna's best friend Jason had soon joined this force and the two of them had been the very first – aside from her very eager slightly older siblings – to help her adjust in the palace. And due to Jason, she had met Frank for the very first time, something she was thoroughly grateful for (even though she hadn't like the boy all that much at first). She owed Reyna very much and viewed her as her best friend. So having some way of making her happy would greatly please Hazel too. She made a mental note to not just check this Percy but also the blonde girl. They reached the chamber where most slaves were being kept (not Leo, Hazel would never give her most valuable property away to anyone!). Hazel frowned disappointed. The room was nearly empty, only two blondes sat huddled together in a corner, talking animatedly.
"Annabeth", called Reyna out – and did Hazel hear that softness in her voice right?
Both blondes stopped in their conversation, their heads snapping up to stare at the three of them. The boy, if Hazel wasn't mistaken, was called Malcolm, a helper of the priestess Rachel. His gray eyes were wide in surprise upon seeing the queen and the princess here.
"Y—Yes?", asked the female slave reluctantly and tilted her head, a slight blush on her cheeks.
"We're looking for your friend Percy. Is he with the priest?", frowned Reyna.
The slave-girl – Annabeth, Hazel tried to keep in mind – shook her head. "He's in the garden."
Reyna gave a short, grateful not and a smile that was only barely noticeable yet enough to make the blonde girl blush again. Her companion was still busy gaping at the royals as the trio turned to leave again. Bianca and Hazel exchanged an amused grin and linked fingers.
Hazel took a deep breath as they reached the gardens. It had always been her favorite place in the palace, the open width and the flowers and the fruits. The fountain bringing fresh water that flooded through small rivers throughout the gardens. It was an amazing place.
"Hello, my queen, princess, miss Reyna", smiled one of the gardeners and bowed before them.
Her honey-blonde hair curled around her light frame. Hazel remembered that they had bought her too from the Nordic lands years ago. The young woman, Juniper, was kind and tender, taking care of every plant as if it was a living, breathing child.
"Juniper, it is nice to see you again. How are the apples coming this year?", smiled Bianca.
"Very well, my queen", replied the gardener, climbing down from the ladder she stood on. "They blossomed into ripe, red fruits while you were gone. Would you like some for tonight's dinner?"
"Yes. They make perfect dessert!", agreed the young queen and licked her lips.
"We're looking for Octavian's slave, Annabeth said he's in the garden?", grunted Reyna.
"He's at the pond with my husband", smiled Juniper softly, pausing for a moment to frown. "Why are you looking for him, if you don't mind me asking? Is he... in trouble...?"
"Oh, I bet he'd want to be in trouble and get punished by Nico", snickered Reyna and rolled her eyes. "But no, we're not looking for him because he's in trouble, don't worry."
Hazel hummed intrigued, her arms crossed behind her back as she turned into the direction of the pond. This boy really sounded interesting, if Juniper took to be so protective over him in such a short time and even Reyna seemed to like him – not that she was really showing it, but Hazel knew her friend long and good enough to see it. Humming slightly, she walked over to where the grass was more luscious and the water collected in a rather big pond. Even from a little afar she could hear two voices laughing. One was Juniper's husband Grover, who was the head gardener of the royal family. Reaching the pond, Hazel saw the two figures swimming in the shallow waters. Grover's dark curls and goaty clung to his sun-kissed skin as he laughed with a young boy, around Hazel's age. Raven hair glittered in the sun, pale skin sparkling with beads of water, the most interesting part though were his eyes. They truly held a bright green color, such brightness being rare in their country. Bright eyes and bright hair were only found on the Nordic islands, while their own realm had variations of dark hair, eyes and skin. It was why slaves from the islands were the most wanted. The boy laughed at something Grover said and climbed out of the pond to dive back in. Hazel raised her eyebrows intrigued. Oh yes, that indeed did look nice. By far not as cute as her adorable little boy-toy, but really not bad either.
"He's cute. For a boy", noted her sister's voice next to her.
Hazel chuckled amused. "Yeah. On a scale from one to Leo, I'd give him a five point five, or maybe a six. Suppose Nico does have some taste after all."
"Yet that's a problem", murmured Bianca with a frown, her arms crossed over her chest.
"The only problem here is Octavian", spat Reyna as she stepped up to the two sisters. "And that is a problem I will somehow manage to work around. King's orders, after all."
"Has nothing to do with the pretty blonde, eh?", teased Hazel and nudged her friend.
"Well, once Octavian will leave the country and Nico will take Percy in, it would be a shame to leave Annabeth on the street. Being a good person as I am, I would of course take her in."
"Out of the goodness of your heart", snickered Hazel, wiggling her eyebrows.
"Obviously", scoffed Reyna with a heated glare.
"Let us head back. I think I've seen enough", murmured Bianca with a smirk.
Hazel nodded slowly and threw a last glance at the carefree boy. Golden eyes softened at that. The boy was laughing and diving away from Grover, who gave chase right away. Considering that Percy was the priest's lust slave, it was quite the surprise for Hazel that the boy could laugh at all. He must be strong, stronger than he looked. And he had a strong sense of family, or at least of friendship, considering what Reyna had said about the boy and his friend, protecting the blonde. He had the right qualities to stand at her brother's side.
"I'll leave you to get back to Thals", murmured Hazel, still deep in thought.
"You meant to say you will get back to Leo and Frank", smirked Bianca knowingly.
The three women parted ways as they passed Hazel's quarter. The princess listened in for a moment, the delicious moaning of her pet had been loud enough to be heard through the whole halls.
"Hello, my loves", smiled the chocolate-skinned woman as she entered her bedroom.
"Mistress!", exclaimed Leo, all smiles and sparkling eyes.
He was straddling Frank's hips, the guard's strong hands holding the slim boy in place and fingering him. Leo's head was resting on Frank's chest, right under his chin and Hazel knew that Frank was trying to get as much skin-contact with the adorable slave as possible. They had both missed their young lover very much, after all. Even though they knew that there was no place safer than the palace, they still worried whenever they couldn't be with their little boy-toy.
"Have you been naughty while I was gone?", chuckled Hazel and shed her robes.
"Since Leo was involved, obviously", snickered Frank, slapping Leo's ass once hard.
"I have like a month to make up for", mumbled Leo and bit his lower lip.
"Aw, you're so cute", grinned Hazel and kissed him softly, burying her fingers in his soft curls. "The cutest thing on this planet. Gods, no one is as cute as you are. How can you be so perfect?"
Leo blushed as if he had been set on fire and hid his face in Frank's chest again. The broad Asian chuckled, bending his head to kiss the young slave's neck tenderly.
"We missed you so much, my tight, willing little plaything", whispered Frank hoarsely.
"C... Can... Can we...", started Leo shyly, blushing brightly.
"What, love?", asked the princess, cupping his upper cheeks while Frank was cupping his lower cheeks. "You know we'll do anything you want, my cutey. Doubling? Spanking? Mh?"
"C—Cuddling?", asked Leo with wide, innocent, begging eyes.
Frank and Hazel exchanged a short look before laughing softly. The guard fell down onto his back, pulling their slave with him to cradle him close to his chest. The princess smiled as she too laid down and rested her head on Frank's shoulder, laying one hand into Leo's neck to fondle it.
"Leo", hummed Hazel softly, her eyes trailing off into the distance as her thoughts swirled.
"Yeah, mistress?", murmured Leo and yawned slightly, leaning into the touch.
"Have you met Percy yet?", asked the princess curiously. "We just went to inspect him. I'm not sure how much you're aware of this, but it seems my brother has taken a liking to him."
"Percy is awesome!", grinned Leo broadly and blinked up at them, sitting up a little, a certain eagerness returning to his soft, chocolate eyes. "We're like best friends now. He's totally cool. Taught me a little about combat and I taught him all about the secrets of the palace and stuff."
"Best friends?", repeated Frank with a slightly displeased grunt.
Hazel rolled her eyes a little. He always got jealous whenever their pet spend time with other members of the male gender, which was completely ridiculous. She was rather happy for him.
"Well, what do you think of him?", hummed Hazel curiously.
"He's adorable", shrugged Leo thoughtful. "I mean, we kind of clicked because Nico had send me and Silena to comfort him after he had... uh, first served his master. And well, I guess Percy likes... uh, the same stuff as I do. I try to comfort him about it, that it's alright to like being dominated and all. But he hates his master. I admire that he's so strong and doesn't let it show. He says he won't give the priest the satisfaction to see him crumble. B... But I don't want him to crumble..." Leo turned pleading eyes on his mistress and master. "He really likes Nico. Can't you do something to help him? Please? I want him to be as happy as I am. I want him to have a master that loves him as much as you love me. You need to help him so he'll get to become Nico's!"
Hazel smiled softly, loving the compassion her slave had. Kissing him softly, she knew she'd help.
/break\
Nico glared up into the dark night sky, only the silvery moon hung up in the far distance over the dunes. Sneaking around was normally nothing he would consider. But his sisters had interrupted his daily Percy-stalking earlier by going to take a look themselves. It was late and he knew that Octavian would be busy, the priests always met at sun set for a couple of hours to do... he honestly had no idea what priests did in their free time and frankly enough, he didn't care.
"I... I started to think you won't show up today..."
The voice startled the king. He blinked wide eyed, staring at the pond. The water rippled around the slim frame of the young slave, his pale skin glittering in the soft moonlight. The water reached the middle of his thighs, his sea-green eyes looking over his shoulder at Nico.
"I don't know what you mean", grunted the king and crossed his arms.
"You've always been in the garden when I took a bath ever since I arrived at this palace."
"It's my palace", huffed Nico with one raised eyebrow. "I tend to walk around on my property, yes."
"I—I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that", stuttered the slave and blushed, suddenly not very sure anymore. "I just... I—I had the impression that you came for me... I mean, I know you're sending Silena and Leo after me to look out for me, I know that. So I assumed... I shouldn't have assumed-"
"You assumed right", sighed the king and rubbed his temples.
"Really?", squealed Percy and blushed embarrassed at the sound of his own voice.
"You're a beauty to be reckoned", murmured Nico softly. "Yet you are not my property. So all that's left for me is... admiring the view. And let me say, I thoroughly enjoy this view."
"T—Thank you, my king", whispered the slave and chewed his lower lip, slowly stepping out of the pond and toward the king until only an inch parted them. "B—But... you're the king. Doesn't... everything belong to you? I mean... I—I... Can't you just take me away from him?"
His hand hovered in the air, only millimeters from Nico's chest. The olive-skinned man took one tentative step forward so the uncertain hand rested against his upper body.
"It's not that easy", growled Nico. "We have a very strict separation between the rulers and the priests and yet we depend on good relations, because the gods hold much control and power over my people and the gods speak through the priests. Angering the head priests could result in uproars in the folk, I can't risk that."
"L... Leo says you would take good care of me, if you could...", whispered Percy, averting his eyes.
"I would", murmured the royal back, leaning down so his lips were gracing Percy's ear-shell, his warm breath making the boy shudder in the cold night air. "I would take you all night long, fuck you in every position you can imagine and some you never dared to dream of. I'd fuck you rough and hard until you'd forget your own name. And then, in the morning, or rather the noon once you regained consciousness again after all the excessive fucking, I would worship your body all day long until the feeling would return to your legs again. I'd kiss every inch of your skin and then I would return to making love to you throughout the whole night."
"Mh...", purred Percy and closed his eyes, slowly resting his forehead against Nico's collar-bone.
"I'd let no one touch you again, no one would ever hurt you again. You would be mine and mine alone", growled Nico darkly. "Especially not Octavian, the bastard doesn't deserve you."
"I think about you", suddenly slipped out of Percy's lips without his brain's permission.
"Mh?", grunted the king completely confused and stared down at the younger male.
"When he takes me", confessed the slave and blushed. "Ever since I first saw you in this garden, the second day I had been here, when I met Silena and Leo... I think of you, every time."
"It will be me", promised Nico softly, curling his arms around Percy's waist to rest tenderly on top of the slave's peachy cheeks. "It will be me, one day. I will get you, just stay patient."
Author's note: Yes. Yes, I am in fact still alive and I couldn't possibly be more sorry that the update took so long, but I've had this nasty thing called real life butting in. I literally have no idea how this chapter starts, plotwise, because it had been so freaking long since I started writing it. I'm extremely sorry and I hope to not take so long again. Please forgive me?