Disclaimer: I don't own these shows.
A/N: this goes to the person who reviewed. I am sad to say that after your review, I did not "puh-leases" want to keep writing this fanfiction. I respect the fact that you have an opinion, but I was very upset by your 6 paragraph review. It made me very sad and disappointed in myself. Firstly, Nico is currently 16 in the books as of now, technically 17 (since he spends most of his time in the Underworld, he's older because aging is faster) and second of all, it's a FAN fiction, which means this is my creation, whether or not it makes sense "logically". As for your suggestion on making Nico a bit more in character, thank you, I will work on that.
Nico skipped the campfire that night. He wasn't in the mood to socialize, and he was starting to wonder if he'd ever be able to end his introvert-ism.
He slammed the door to his cabin, kicking off his boots. Pulling off his t-shirt, he paced the room.
"Why isn't anything easy!" he yelled, kicking the leg of a table. A picture frame fell off, shattering when it hit the ground.
"Scopare!" he cursed, throwing a pillow from the couch across the room. Nico bent down, looking at the picture.
It was a picture of his family. A young Bianca and Nico stood on either side of a tall woman with long, dark hair. His mother.
Nico didn't bother picking up the wood shards and glass. He took his iPod out of his back pocket and undid his belt. He then slipped out of his jeans and boxers. Leaving them on the floor where he had stood, he walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower.
He turned on his iPod and raised the volume all the way up. The American Idiot album by Green Day started playing, and he stepped into the shower as the first notes of "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" played.
(( a/n: sorry for the interruption, but I'm a HUGE Green Day fan. If you haven't heard Boulevard of Broken Dreams, go look it up on YouTube. I think it perfectly describes Nico. ))
He shivered at the hot water, trying to maintain his coldness. He enjoyed being freezing cold all the time. It was the only way he knew he was alive.
Reaching up to a high shelf, he felt around until he found it. He picked up the small piece of metal, turning it over in his hand. It had been so long since he'd used it, since it had left scars on him.
He sat on the floor and brought his knees up to his chest. Resting his chin on his knees, he stared at the razor-blade.
"I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known.
Don't know where it goes.
But it's home to me and I walk alone." he sang along as water rushed over his head. Between the two loud noises, he didn't hear someone walk into his cabin and to the bathroom.
Leo stood in the doorway, watching as his lover traced scars on his wrists. He had seen the broken frame, the pillow near the door, and the clothes thrown everywhere, and wondered what went on. Leo had wanted to say something sarcastic, but as he watched Nico pick up the blade and run it lightly over his wrist, he was speechless.
A red line appeared on Nico's wrist, and it started bleeding. He reached up and began making more lines, cutting his skin deeper. Leo rushed over and grabbed the hand holding the razor-blade, watching as blood slowly covered Nico's forearm.
Nico turned away, twisting his arm from his grip. Leo grabbed both of his wrists, holding them above Nico's head with one of his large hands.
"What the hell is this?!" he yelled, pointing to Nico's iPod and then the razor.
Nico looked up at Leo and narrowed his eyes.
"You have a theme song. This is mine." he replied sardonically. The depressed look had come back to his face, and Leo was disappointed.
He took the blade from Nico's hand, examining it.
"You took apart a pencil sharpener?! Just so you could do this to yourself?" he asked, his voice becoming hoarse. He turned and flicked the blade across the room.
Nico tried to get out of his grasp, but he couldn't. Leo was holding his wrists with a death grip.
Leo sat down at the edge of the shower. "Where are they?" he asked quietly, releasing his wrists. "The other ones."
Nico bit his lip and held up his wrists. Leo saw how deep the cuts had been, the healed scars being pure white.
He thought that was it, but Nico shifted his legs. He showed Leo a series of deep scars on his right hip, and on his left thigh as well.
Leo was in pure shock. "Why?" he whispered, looking away from Nico's exposed lower body as a blush crept to his cheeks.
Nico returned to his original position. "It's how I deal with my sadness." he muttered, wincing and crying out slightly as water got into his cuts.
Slowly, Leo stood up and stripped down to his boxers as Nico watched him. He joined Nico in the shower, sitting across from him in the bathtub. He reached up and found a washcloth. Scooting closer to his lover, he took his hand and began wiping the blood that covered his arm.
Nico bit his lip and winced as Leo ran the washcloth over the cuts, pressing it to them. The Latino boy noticed the pain he was in, feeling slightly guilty. He leaned in and kissed the Italian's lips, still holding the washcloth to his wrist.
Nico kissed back, running his spare hand through Leo's hair.
Pulling back, Leo removed the washcloth from Nico's wrist. He bit his lip as he examined the cuts. They had stopped bleeding, so Leo wrung out the bloodstained washcloth and tossed it out of the bathtub.
Nico laid down, his knees still bent to where his chest was. Leo pushed his knees down, sliding his body over Nico's. He smirked at his lover before leaning down and grazing his teeth against his neck.
"Gods, Leo. Can't you let the ones I already have heal first?" Nico asked sarcastically.
"Nope." Leo replied with a grin. He licked at the skin on the side of Nico's neck, one hand sliding down to his hip. He traced the v-line leading to Nico's member with his finger, biting an area on his neck. He sucked on it, while slowly running his finger down to Nico's erection.
"Wait." Nico said, and Leo looked up. "Before we do anything like this, I want Reyna to know." he continued.
Leo nodded. "I will, but later. Reyna can wait. This can't." he whispered into Nico's ear.
He stood up slowly, and Nico joined him. "What are you-" Nico began to ask before getting cut off by Leo's lips. Nico fell back against the wall, groaning as his head hit the tile.
The hot water ran down their bodies. Leo's boxers were soaked and they clung to his skin. Nico slipped his thumbs into the waistband and yanked them down.
"You don't need these." he said with a smirk.
Leo grinned back, and wrapped his hands around the backs of Nico's thighs. He understood, and jumped up, wrapping his legs around Leo's waist.
Leo looked up, meeting Nico's eyes and asking a silent question.
Nico nodded in response, biting his lip. Leo kissed him softly, and took them both further than they had gone with anyone before.
A/N: thanks to the continued support from my good friend A, who helps convince me to power through and persevere.