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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 3: The Life of a Priest
Out of all the priests of the godly temple, the two females were known to be dangerous. Not in the way a fighter would be, but in a deadly way only a woman could be. The pale redhead had a smile on her lips, mysterious and mischievous, as she sat in the gorgeous garden of the palace, sipping her tea leisurely. Her colleague was only slightly younger, her green eyes trained on the gardeners.
"Are you stalking young Miranda again, Lou?", chuckled the redhead again.
"Shut up, Rachel", hissed Lou with a slight blush, raising her hand. "Girl! Go and get us some of the biscuits the queen and the princess brought with them!"
A young girl with blonde hair and gray eyes hurried over to them. Rachel raised one eyebrow curiously. He knew the girl, Annabeth. She was one of the two new slaves Octavian had obtained.
"Yes, ma'am", nodded Annabeth hastily.
"Where's Malcolm?", frowned Lou annoyed.
She liked the boy far more than the newbie. Something about Annabeth bothered the priestess extremely. Rachel had bugged Lou about it, but the younger priestess had no real answer to that.
"He's busy 'secretly' snogging Katie", commented Rachel amused, nodding her head.
Lou frowned and followed the notion, so did the slave girl. Though while Rachel's colleague only gave an acknowledging grunt – everyone in the palace knew of the little love affair between the slave and the gardener – Annabeth gave a startled and surprised yelp.
"Something the matter, girl?", grunted Lou and raised one eyebrow.
"I—No... I mean, I thought Malcolm was a work slave, like me... Not a—a..." She blushed brightly.
"He is a work slave", chuckled Rachel amused and leaned back. "You never heard about love?"
Instead of answering, the girl took the empty place and hurried off toward the palace to get to the kitchen and fetch what the two priestesses wanted. Rachel shook her head and stood, motioning for Lou to follow her. The other priestess wasn't pleased, but she obeyed.
"I think I know what bothers you about Annabeth", smiled the redhead enigmatically.
"And what would that be?", frowned Lou curiously as they reached the four gardeners.
A tall brunette female in a light green toga had her arms wrapped around Malcolm's neck, kissing the blonde slave quite passionately. The other couple, Grover and Juniper, were busy planting a small tree, giving each other loving looks all the time. The fourth gardener was another brunette, looking like a slightly younger version of Malcolm's girlfriend, stood and greeted Lou with a kiss.
"Hey, 'Randa", grinned Lou, laying one arm around her girlfriend's waist. "Well, Rach?"
"I think you don't like her because she sees the world in black and white", hummed Rachel, getting comfortable next to Juniper, offering her a cookie. "She sees slaves, she sees the lower class and she sees the upper class. But she's not yet able to see love between those different classes. She can't believe that a slave would love someone from the lower class and I'm pretty sure she will never believe that her cute, little friend is falling in love with the king."
"She better start believing that", grunted Grover. "Because that boy is falling hard and fast."
"And the way the king looks at him, the falling won't be the only hard and fast thing", giggled Juniper with a blush and buried her head in Grover's shoulder. "It's too adorable."
Rachel smiled amused as she watched the three couples, the three by now forgotten as they were all busy snuggling up to each other. Love was in the air, indeed. Humming slightly, she turned to leave. It was time to check on the rest of the palace. Lou would be fine as long as Miranda was with her and the others didn't look like they would even notice if she left. Her feet carried her back to the temple, the sun was high out and she was not feeling like a sunburn today. Though the noises within the temple were far more annoying than any sunburn could be. Loud, shameless moaning and begging. Rolling her bright eyes in slight annoyance, she straightened her posture and walked up to the cushion-filled corner where she could see two people moving. Well, one moving quite frantically and the other whimpering beneath him. Rachel gulped and blushed slightly, hiding behind a curtain to observe the two. The way Octavian moved, ruthless and hard, the way Percy's eyes were closed tightly, tears streaming down his cheeks.
"You're the tightest, finest whore I've ever had", growled the blonde, biting Percy's shoulder hared.
"P—Please...", whimpered the slave exhausted.
With a harsh groan, the priest came, deep within the slave. Without another word, he pulled out and stood, straightening his robes and leaving. Rachel frowned worried, staring down at the boy, who was still hard and also still crying. Nothing more than a pretty toy to the blonde priest. She averted her eyes and blushed some more as the young slave started to jerk off, moaning obscenely and calling the king's name. My, that boy was truly in over his head.
"What is it you want?", asked Rachel casually as she stepped out of the shadow.
The slave yelped surprised and stared at her wide-eyed, covering himself with a cushion. The priestess frowned, locking eyes with the boy. Those were some impressive eyes. So deep and wild like the untamed sea, she had never seen such eyes before. They were... special...
"I'm sorry, ma'am", stuttered the boy confused. "I don't understand...?"
"Do you want the king? Do you want to be his toy, or do you want more? Or do you want to get back to your home village? What is it you want?", sighed Rachel, cocking her head.
"I want... Nico...", whined Percy longingly, biting his lower lip. "Really very much..."
"Very well", nodded Rachel, silently thinking to herself "And I want Octavian's position."
Swiftly turning around, she left the boy to care for himself. He certainly desired a bath now and she didn't need to sit by his side for that. There were more important things to be discussed. Her steps were purposeful as she left the temple and crossed the garden to get to the palace. It was time to look for the right players for this little game. She had wanted Octavian out of her way for some time now. And it seemed that now the blonde was also a major bother to the king. Maybe if they would work together, they could get Octavian out of the way. Nico would get Percy and Rachel would finally become the head priestess of the temple. Passing through the noble halls of the palace, she could hear that Princess Hazel was quite busy with her consort and their little slave, the sounds no less shameless than what she had heard in the temples. Rolling her eyes, she continued her way.
For a moment, she considered going to the throne room and talking to the king in person, bus as she passed the impressive throne room, she saw the queen, intensely talking with Thalia. No Nico to be seen. And whenever Bianca was alone with her female guard, it was better to not disturb them.
"Hello, Rachel. What are you doing here?", asked one of the healers with a smile.
She started slightly and turned to look at the blonde male. Will. The young man was holding hands with Jake, one of the princess's guards. Rachel stopped for a moment and tilted her head.
"The slave, Percy...", started the redhead slowly, leaving the sentence hanging.
She knew this was the best way to get information. Open sentences made people assume. Those assumptions most of the time told her exactly what she needed to know. Will paled.
"What happened? Is he alright? Please tell me Octavian didn't overdo it! King Nico will kill me if something happens to the kid!", rambled the healer nervously.
"Interesting to know", nodded the priestess thoughtful. "But no, the boy is alright. Well, as alright as possible at the moment. No, I wanted to... talk about him, you see."
She made it sound conspiratorial, getting both males to lean in, curiosity in their eyes. Or at least in Will's. Jake on the other hand looked a little amused by her, his arms crossed over his chest.
"You want to know who is into this little conspiracy against Octavian?", huffed Jake.
"Don't make it sound like a bad thing", hummed Rachel with a grin.
"Come on", grunted the guard a little annoyed and turned around.
He had one hand resting on Will's ass, the other grabbing Rachel's wrist to pull her along. Raising one eyebrow, she followed him, exchanging a look with the healer. The blonde was blushing a little and giving her a look as if trying to say 'What can I do? He likes being on control' and that was truly what she did not need to discuss now. For today she had seen enough of 'control'.
"Well? Where are you leading me, Jake?", asked Rachel with a frown.
"To someone who will be delighted to get your help in this", replied the guard.
Rachel gave a short nod, looking around. She recognized those halls, they were leading to the guards' rest room. A place where there was normally very much booze. As they reached the rest room, Rachel's eyes swept over the little gathering. Charles, Chris, Clarisse, Reyna and Ethan were playing what looked like some kind of card game. And by the looks of it, Chris was winning.
"Reyna? Rachel here wants to talk to you", hummed Jake, waking up to them to take the cards out of her hands. "I'll take over for you while you're gone, yeah?"
The dark-eyed woman glared at him accusingly, right as Will pushed his way between them, giving her a soothing smile. "It's about Percy and Annabeth. We thought you'd like to hear her out."
Suddenly Reyna was on her feet, shoving her cards over to Jake before heading straight toward Rachel. The priestess backed down a little. The other woman was intimidating and strong, no one who should be underestimated. The glint in her dark eyes was promising. Though Rachel wasn't quite sure what exactly it was promising.
"Come with me", ordered Reyna in a cold voice. "Nico is currently at the lake."
Rachel frowned. She did not appreciate being pulled around like some doll. Taking a deep, calming breath, she tried to concentrate on the task ahead. Normally she tried not to associate too much with the palace and the people there. It just wasn't something done, palace and temple mingling. But this was for the best of the temple. Octavian wasn't worthy of being the head. To get him out though, she needed the help of the palace. Of the king. It was risky and not something the public would like, but in this case, it had to be done. The two women walked in silence, once again through the halls. Rachel sighed, she was starting to feel like she had walked this entire property today. The dark-haired female led her through a different part of the garden, a little farther off, down to the pond. True to the guard's words, the king was standing in front of the pond, staring into the water. Black robes with silver embroidery hanging loosely off his shoulder, showing off his strong arms.
"My king", called Reyna out, even though Rachel knew the two were on familiar terms.
"What?", growled Nico obviously annoyed and turned to glare at the two females. "I am waiting for something important here. If it's not another nation threatening with war, you better get lost."
"Priestess Rachel is here to... talk about... something of interest", stated Reyna softly.
Having the king's undivided attention on her was something Rachel really did not like, she noticed. His aura was dark, his eyes deep and deadly. The man was handsome, but he gave everyone a feeling of distance. It was as if no one would ever be able to reach him. But something – a notion send by the gods, for sure – told Rachel that Percy would be able to reach the king.
"I want to help you", stated Rachel. "If you help me."
"What could I possibly do for a priestess?", frowned the king suspiciously.
"I want the same as you. I want what Octavian has. You want his slave, I want his position. If we get him out of the equation, both of us can have what we want."
"What would guarantee me that I would get Percy if he's gone?", snorted Nico, raising one challenging eyebrow at her, shifting his posture to look just the slightest bit more threatening. "What guarantees me that he doesn't take Percy with him once he flees?"
"I will guarantee you that you will be able to keep him", smirked Rachel, crossing her arms too to show that she didn't let him intimidate her. "All you have to do is guarantee me that he will be gone from this country."
"How would you be doing that?", grunted Nico, taking a step closer.
"I will find a way. The gods will point me the right way", smiled Rachel ominously and turned toward the temples. "I will contact you once I see the way."
Nico frowned as he watched the redhead's retreating back. What in the world was that supposed to mean? Those bloody priests and priestesses were driving him crazy! The gods were nothing more but a tale told to children, to give them a sense of morals anyway.
"You think she will be helpful?", grunted Nico suspiciously.
"Not sure", shrugged Reyna thoughtful. "Maybe. If someone can be considered close to Octavian, then it's her. And if we want to destroy him, her help can only be good. But either way, I will leave you to your 'something important' now. It seems to be making its way over here."
She snickered slightly as she left with swaying hips. Not that Nico paid her much mind. His full attention was snatched away by the lovely figure slowly approaching the pond. The boy was beautiful, pale skin glistering in the last rays of the evening sun, the light tunic slowly falling off his body as he walked over to Nico. By the time he reached the king, he was completely naked.
"You must be a very dirty boy", murmured the king thoughtful, reaching out to cup Percy's cheek. "You need to bath so often."
"I would love to show you just how dirty", whispered the slave and leaned into the caress. "But I think your hand-eye-coordination needs checking. You just caught the wrong cheek."
The boy was biting his lips, blushing brightly, his hand shaking slightly as he took Nico's and guided it from his face down around his waist. The king was charmed by the boy's shy boldness. He grabbed the supple behind, squeezing it hard. Percy yelped slightly and jumped. Right into Nico's arms. The king laughed amused, wrapping his other arm around Percy's waist to steady the slave. The other hand, of course, also found its way to Percy's ass. There was a grin on Nico's lips, one not unlike that of a predator who just caught the most juicy prey. Licking his lips, he squeezed again.
"M—My master is out, the redheaded priestess took him to a ride in the carriage into the city... They surely won't return before sunrise... I am... unsupervised for the whole night...", whispered Percy and leaned in some, licking his lips. "W... Would you like to take a bath with me?"
Rachel had taken Octavian with her away? That was wonderful. Because the bloody blonde kept demanding Percy back from his baths all too soon. Never giving them more time than maybe a short, yet lingering, kiss. Nico's grip slipped slightly, his fingers finding their way to the slave's entrance. The boy hissed, making the king frown because he knew that the priest had already enjoyed that sweet body today. And oh, how much he hated that notion. Tracing Percy's pulse with his lips, he started to tenderly message the sour hole of his future property.
"I will have you", whispered Nico.
"Y—You can have me now", whimpered the slave, bucking his hips. "Please, I crave your cock!"
"You're still the priest's property. And as much as I hate him, I can't break my own laws. As much as I want to fuck you until you can't move anymore, until all you really can do is take whatever more I want to give you, I can't. Not yet", murmured the king. "I can't take you as long as you're someone else's plaything. But you will be mine, be assured. For now however, I can't... penetrate you. Not yet. But your body will belong to me soon, just as much as your heart already does."
"I really can't wait for that", smiled Percy softly, tilting his head.
There was a moment of silence. Mostly because Percy was lost in that thought and Nico was surprised by the content look on Percy's face. If there was one thing the king was good at, it was reading people. And that look, it was honest. The boy was seriously content with the prospect of becoming Nico's slave. It kind of stunned the royal. Most others would at least try to drive a bargain, to become the queen, the legal royal consort. But not Percy, the boy just wanted to belong.
"I want more from you", whispered Nico into Percy's ear.
"I don't understand", laughed the confused boy amused and freed himself from the king's grasp. "I do however understand that if you're not allowed to penetrate, you're at least allowed to watch."
And watching he did. Nico loved how beautiful, content and natural Percy looked in the water.