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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, mpreg
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 4: The Life of a Guard
"I should probably not be dating you", mused the one-eyed guard as he sat on the balustrade outside his room in the palace, only a thin piece of linen around his waist. "It seems to be a trend to date slaves these days, after all."
His lover grunted from behind where he was still half asleep in the bed. Rolling his eyes, the freckled brunette sat up and started to look around the room for his robes and jewels.
"What is that supposed to mean now?", demanded the young priest as he got dressed in his robes (once he had found them behind an antique vase). "You'd rather hear a 'Yes, master, harder, master'? And you better answer correctly, Nakamura, or I will chop your balls off and offer them to the gods as a sacrifice."
"Not sure what the gods would want with my balls", hummed Ethan amused and turned to stare at his lover. "I was only joking, Alabaster. Come here and see for yourself."
He motioned for the brunette to join him, which Alabaster did reluctantly. Wrapping both his arms around the priest's waist, Ethan pulled his lover up into his lap. Dark green eyes stared out into the garden and what he saw made Alabaster frown in disgust. Beckendorf, la Rue and Rodriguez from the royal guards were walking through the gardens together, on Beckendorf's other side walked his blonde slave. The slave he treated like a queen. something so uncalled for. In the Northern part of the garden, he could spot the gardeners tending to the apple trees, while the older one of the two brunette girls kept throwing flirtatious glances over at the temple slave Malcolm, who was carrying a bunch of scrolls toward the temples, most likely because of Rachel's demands. The most disgusting one, at least in Alabaster's opinion, however was currently taking place at the small river crossing the garden for watering purposes. The young Latino slave – the lust slave of the princess, recalled Alabaster pointedly – was taking a swim. Butt naked. And yes, his butt was naked, showing off the branding with the sign of the royal family and the initials of his owners. His owners, who were both laying on the grass in front of the river, watching their property frolicking. The love radiating off them was nearly making Alabaster vomit. What was wrong with them all? He recalled the old days, when lust slaves had been held in the bedroom, chained to the wall, fucked senseless and only used for pleasurable purposes. When the regular slaves were not even glanced at twice. And if so, then they were soon 'promoted' into lust slaves, stripped off their clothes, branded and fucked until they could not walk any longer. It was a time when relationships and bonds were still sacred, between members of the society. But nowadays, even the highly respected members of the royal court – even the princess herself – were keeping their slaves for romantic purposes. Where was their society heading if a princess was practically carrying her lust slave on her hands, instead of having him crawl beside her on a leash? Well, they did that too, quite often even. But the volumes of love between them, it did not sit right with Alabaster. At that rate, they wouldn't have their stable society for much longer, if slaves gained so much freedom and respect. It would lead to the total destruction of their culture in the end, he knew it. They relied too much on slavery to properly function once they would abandon it – and that was a disaster only waiting to happen.
"It's horrible", sighed Alabaster exhausted and leaned his head against Ethan's shoulder.
"Why do you say that?", frowned Ethan confused. "If slaves earn themselves rights, human rights, if they can climb the social latter so far as to bed others for the sole purpose of enjoying themselves and not to serve a master, maybe our society is moving forward? Developing?"
"And what good would that do us?", frowned the priest skeptically.
"Maybe one day", whispered the guard and kissed Alabaster's shoulder. "Our society will have evolved enough to accept a bond like ours as equally sacred as the bond between man and woman."
"You live with your head in the clouds, Nakamura", snorted the priest.
Ethan heaved a sigh, resting his forehead against his lover's back. He knew his dreams were of an unrealistic kind, but who was he to not dream big? When he saw the queen sharing loving kisses with her female guard? The princess, tenderly caressing her lust slave's cheek in a gesture of love? The royal family as it was now was the most promising in their country's history. If anyone could move their thinking forward, could change the rules, then it was them. And if anyone was ever willing to change them, it were Nico, Bianca and Hazel. Their own desires were differing too much from the norm. But if you can't change your desires, yet find yourself in such a position of power, then it is your obligation to change the norm, is it not?
"Okay", sighed Alabaster with a capitulating gesture. "What is it you want from me? The things we did last night are the things you only agree to doing when you want something from me in return. I'm currently in a state of sated bliss, you won't get a better opportunity than now."
Ethan chuckled against the priest's skin. "I want you to help Rachel. I can see a brighter future for us, but for that we need the king's support. And to get the king's support, we need to please the king. Yet the king will not be pleased as long as Percy is still Octavian's property. So I want you to help Rachel finding a solution to that."
"Tell me why exactly I should do that?", groaned Alabaster annoyed. "Octavian is at least amusing. Rachel is boring. I don't want her to become head priestess. Why should I help her?"
"Two good reasons", whispered Ethan with a smirk. "The king wants Percy. For more than some bedroom fun behind closed doors. The king having a male, formerly slave as his consort wouldn't just change the status of slaves. The kind would change more. And I want that change. I want for you to be my legally bonded consort, not my 'power trip fling' as they call such 'unholy' relationships between two men. I want you to be mine and I want our relationship to be respected."
"What's the other reason?", mumbled the freckled priest embarrassed.
"Simple", chuckled the one-eyed guard. "The new head-priestess would be in your debt."
"Mh... That sounds good", hummed Alabaster thoughtful. "Fine. I'll see what I can do."
/break\
"What are we supposed to do with your brother?", asked the blue-eyed woman lazily as she laid sprawled all over the broad bed, her fingers caressing olive skin. "His little obsession with the priest's slave was pretty cute at the beginning, but it starts to get a little out of hand..."
The young queen sighed and turned around to face her lover/guard, leaning into the caress. "He simply wants love. I will not be the one to deny my brother that. If Percy is his heart's desire, then he shall have him. If he finds a legal way, that is."
"He is supposed to fall in love with a pretty princess, marry her, rule beside her and have many, many heirs, so you won't have to rule any longer and I can have you all to myself", groaned Thalia slightly annoyed, pinning Bianca to the bed. "Just because he wants a little plaything, I'll have to give up on keeping you? I don't want to lose you to some jerk prince so you can rule."
"Don't be so hasty, love", chuckled the queen, her black eyes glittering like Onyx. "We proved to rule good beside each other, my brother and I. Who is to say that either of us have to marry? And for the heirs I have heard of sorceresses from the farthest corners of the Eastern world who can grand a man the ability to bear child. It was why I accompanied Hazel on our last journey, after all. She and Frank had long since been planning for heirs, but their wishes are... differing from the norm. They hope to find a sorceress who can turn their little lust slave into the bearer of their children. If Nico desires Percy and if we succeed on our quest to find said sorceress, I fail to see any problems at all. Just leave that up me, I'm still having some aces up my sleeves."
She gave Thalia a soothing smile before sealing her lips lightly.
/break\
Frank was pretty sure he was the happiest and most content guard on the surface of their world. It was a sunny, calm day, he was laying on the ground in a shadowy piece of the most beautiful garden in their country, with the most gorgeous woman in their country right next to him. There was just one thing missing right now, even though said thing was playing in the river.
"Come here, Leo", ordered the guard, his voice hoarse with arousal by the mere thought of the boy.
Hazel next to him hummed in agreement, shifting eagerly. Frank chuckled, he knew she was just as hot for their little slave as he was. The Latino gave one of his delicious whimpers as he came out of the water, cautiously waddling over to Hazel and Frank, huffing exhausted as he collapsed between them. Frank gave the younger boy a soft smile as he reached out with one hand to place it on Leo's very round stomach. Ever since Hazel had learned from her sister of this sorceress, who may be able to gift Leo with the ability to carry children, Frank couldn't get the picture out of his head. It had grown into a downright obsession for him, imagining Leo round with child. It had been Hazel, who had come up with a solution that, at least for now, satisfied Frank's fantasies. They had started to fill their pet up with water until his belly extended, then plugging him to keep it inside. Even though their little slave boy had voiced his discomfort at first, Frank and Hazel had made it clear with the proper and appropriate punishments that Leo would need to get used to the full feeling.
"You look gorgeous", hummed Frank and licked his lips.
"It feels weird and I can barely walk upright", whined Leo, rubbing his face against Hazel's neck.
"Are you complaining, my pretty pet?", asked the princess strictly, caressing Leo's hair. "Do I have to spank you again? Your behind is still raw and red from the last spanking you got for complaining. When will you learn to accept whatever we deem fit for you? Besides, this will be a good training for you, for when we will find the sorceress. You'll already be used to the weight and the shift in posture during your first pregnancy, if we force this on you often enough."
"Y—Yes, mistress", sighed Leo and bit his lips, cuddling up to her. "But it's so much... C—Can't we start with a little bit and then slowly increase the amount of water...? Like you did with the dildos and when you first started fisting me...?"
"He is complaining", grunted Frank with one raised eyebrow, slapping Leo's cherry red ass once hard. "But I don't think a spanking is enough. It didn't help the last three times he complained today. Perhaps I should get the whip? Or the crop?"
Hazel tilted her head thoughtful for a moment. "Both. First, twenty-five with the crop, then another set of twenty-five with the whip. Maybe he will learn then that if we want him to look like nine months pregnant, he will beg us to fill him even more until he'll look overdue instead of complaining to want less."
"N—No", gasped Leo wide-eyed, shuddering slightly in what Frank knew very well was not fear but eager anticipation. "But you already spanked me three times today, I-"
"Here you go again", chuckled Frank, pinching Leo's sore ass hard. "Always with that disgusting word. You know you're not allowed to say 'But', not as long as it's not in a sentence like 'But master, that is not enough, I deserve a harder punishment'."
The Latino gave him his best puppy eyes, his lower lip quivering. "B—But master, that is not enough, I deserve a harder punishment for disrespecting you like that, p... please make it f—fifty of each for my insolence and please, please fill me more, until I look ready to burst, master."
"There, that sounds better, my pet", praised Hazel amused, patting Leo's head. "Frank?"
"I will get the whip, the crop and the pump", nodded Frank as he stood. "So we can punish him before filling him more, just as he demanded."
Leo gave a pitiful whimper, hiding his face in Hazel's boobs as Frank slapped his ass hard on his way back. Life was good, very good indeed. Whenever Frank and Hazel weren't fucking Leo into the mattress, they forced him to look as highly pregnant as possible. At least until they found the ways to truly impregnate the boy. And even Hazel's sister, the queen, was willing to help him. Whistling happily at the prospect of filling Leo some more and punishing him hard, Frank made his way back to their bedroom. Before he could reach the bedroom however, he walked right into a fight. Blinking surprised, he stared at the four in front of him. Percy, the young slave he knew Nico was dreaming of, was sitting in a corner, both his arms wrapped around Annabeth, who looked both, flustered and frightened, yet even a bit confused. The two who were actually fighting were, much to Frank's surprise, Reyna and the healer Piper. Both females were screaming at each other, pulling each other's hair, nails digging into flesh.
"Wh—What is this supposed to be?!", growled Frank confused and grabbed Piper around the waist, easily lifting her off and away from Reyna. "Reyna? An explanation? And make it a good one."
"This—This beast dared to-", started Reyna, panting hard, glaring darkly. "I just rounded the corner, talking with Percy, just to find this little piece of dirt with her hand down Annabeth's robes!"
"I just wanted to cope a feel", huffed Piper with a heated glare. "She's the property of the palace, not yours. It's not against the laws to use public property."
"I'll claw her eyes out, I'll rip her limbs off, I'll-", started Reyna and lunged at Piper.
"Enough now!", declared a dark, intimidating voice, followed by the appearance of their king. "Frank, go and bring Piper back to the infirmary. Piper, I will not tolerate this kind of behavior. She is not a lust slave, she will not be touched in such inappropriate ways. Reyna, accompany Annabeth to her quarters, the girl is excused from her duties for the day."
"Yes, my king", chorused Frank and Reyna with a short nod.
Reyna's eyes followed Frank and Piper as they left the halls, her teeth gritted hard. Though Nico's order for her to take Annabeth back to the sleeping quarters soothed her temper slightly. Her eyes softened slightly as she turned to look at the two slaves.
"Come", whispered Reyna softly. "I'll guide you safely back to your quarters."
Annabeth glared at her suspiciously until Percy gave her a soft nudge. Reyna appreciated that Percy seemed to be on her side, somehow. It was always helpful to have the best friend on her side. Her eyes stared at Nico shortly as she rested one arm around Annabeth's shoulder.
"Why can life around here never be calm?", sighed Nico exhausted as he turned his attention to the remaining boy. "And how was your day so far, my love?"
Percy gave him a shy smile as he stood up to walk over to the king until only millimeters separated their lips. "It was actually pretty nice. Priestess Lou had taken Octavian away to some other temple outside the city, so I had the whole day to myself. Silena and her ma—I mean, Charles took me out to the market and bought me some pretty stuff. Priestess Rachel seems very adamant at finding a way for us to be together, my master." Nico shuddered involuntarily as Percy called him that. "I spend some time conversing with Reyna, she is nice. And madly in love with Annie, I think."
"She is not the only one madly in love", hummed Nico with soft eyes, combing his fingers through Percy's soft hair, leaning in to ghost over Percy's lips with his own. "You're so precious, my love."
"Thank you, master", smiled Percy and cocked his head slightly to whisper into Nico's ear. "Silena bought me some pretty toys she said I would enjoy very much. I can't wait for us to play together, my master. I can not wait any longer to become yours, I want all the things you promised. Can't you just steal me and keep me to yourself? You could tell the priest that I ran away and then you could keep me locked into your bedroom and do all the wonderful things to me that you want, please?"
"You little tease", chuckled Nico amused and wrapped his arms around Percy's waist to squeeze the round, supple behind. "As tempting as that sounds, I don't want you to be confined to my chambers. I want to walk the streets at your side. I want you to become my equal, not my slave."
The boy froze in his embrace, staring at him in shock. Without a warning, Percy suddenly leaned up to wrap his arms tightly around the king's neck and pull him into a heated, passionate kiss.