Disclaimer: I don't own these books. All rights go to Rick Riordan.

A/N: here's some fluff cause I felt like it.

Surprisingly, Leo had began to love complete and utter silence. From the talkative boy who never seemed to stop moving around, this was a shock to him. All the same, he started to find that he enjoyed the dark, and silence. He didn't feel an urge to talk in the silences that sometimes spread over the two.

Nico's cabin was dark and quiet. Leo lay on his bare chest with his legs in between the Italian's. Their shirts lay in a heap on the floor as well as their boots. Propped up slightly against the arm of the couch, Nico had wrapped his arms around his lover. They weren't doing anything, just laying in eachother's arms, enjoying the calm silence.

Leo listened to the steady beat of Nico's heart as his chest rose and fell. He was practically incoherent, resting on Nico's cold chest with his hands in his shaggy black hair.

The older of the two was nearly asleep, becoming drowsy under the light weight of the Latino and the tingle in his skin from the close contact. He let himself drift away into sleep, until he felt a strange falling sensation. Jolting his head up, he looked around and realized he was still with Leo.

Looking up slowly, a concerned look spread over Leo's face. Shaking his head, Nico relaxed again, letting his head fall back.

Wriggling his body higher, Leo frowned as Nico let out a sigh. His eyebrows furrowed as he concentrated.

Tilting Nico's head up, Leo bit his lip as he eyed his lover's. Opening one eye slightly, he blushed at the seductive face Leo had on.

Their lips met, and the Italian couldn't help but smile. Leo pulled away after a second, and Nico knew that he was being silently teased.

The attack on his lips began, Leo never holding a kiss for more than a few seconds. Biting Nico's lip, he urged him to open them. He obliged, and Leo's hot tongue slipped into his mouth. Jumping slightly at the sensation, Nico grasped the fabric of the couch.

Leo smirked and ground his lower body against Nico's, earning a sensual moan and he groaned slightly himself. He continued assaulting his lips, nipping at them.

Tracing his mouth with his tongue, Leo held himself up with his forearms. He slid further down, trailing kisses and bites down Nico's jaw. Every gasp and moan that escaped his lover's lips sent an electric shock up his body from the pit of his stomach.

Kissing Nico's throat, he grabbed his wrists and held them up for easier access. He bit the skin on his throat, and Nico tilted his head back slightly, gasping.

Leo knew he was driving his lover crazy, and that gave him some confidence. Smirking, he looked up and met Nico's almost-black eyes. Panting for breath, the older boy stared at his boyfriend, trying to figure out what was behind the mischievous grin on his face.

An urge filled Leo up, an urge to just kiss his soft lips over and over. Resisting it, he slid further down and attacked his collarbones, smirking as Nico moaned again. His collarbones were his weak spot, and Leo enjoyed the feeling that he was aware of his weaknesses. The other weak spot was the skin close to his center, and Leo smirked as he remembered the day he had discovered the sweet spot.

Tracing his tongue over the fading bruises on his collarbones, Leo continued to kiss down his pale skin. He slid further down and traced Nico's prominent abs with his tongue, pressing his lips to them. Breathing heavily, the Italian closed his eyes, trying not to gasp whenever Leo's hot lips came in contact with his skin and failing miserably.

Leo kissed his stomach, still moving lower. Nico squirmed slightly, trying to catch his breath.

Pressing his lips to the skin between Nico's hips, Leo smirked as a string of incoherent curses left his lover's mouth.

He nipped at the skin, grinning. Licking at the spot where he had bitten, he stuck a thumb into Nico's boxers, rubbing hard circles as he sucked at his skin. Gradually, his moans got louder and Nico's resistance was wearing thin. Leo shifted his head to Nico's right hip, kissing the deep scars there.

Sitting up and resting himself above his crotch, Leo looked at the teenager in front of him. The tough exterior had been broken while the Latino had kissed and bitten him senseless. A single finger traced Nico's lips, then wandered to his jaw and all the way down the line of small bruises he had left. He let his finger rest just below the last of the bite marks, then finished teasing his lover and flopped down next to him.

"Un leone." Nico managed to whisper, trying not to break the silence they both loved at that moment. He tucked an arm under his head, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Not needing a translation, Leo smiled softly, but the devilish glimmer hadn't vanished from his eyes. "They don't call me Leo for nothing." he whispered back, resting his head against the arm of the couch.

Nico rolled over and onto Leo's chest, reversing the way they had been laying before. Nuzzling his head into his neck, a deep vibrating noise came from his throat.

"Neko..." Leo murmured, stroking his hair.

Grinning, the Italian 'meowed' softly, snuggling into Leo's warmth.

"My little Kitty." Leo whispered, kissing the top of his head as he drifted into incoherency.

Mumbling something softly, Nico looked up.

"Hm?" Leo asked, closing his eyes and wrapping his arms around him.

Nico sighed contentedly, pressing his ice-cold fingers into Leo's palms. "I think I like being warm. Coldness is overrated." he murmured, drifting away to sleep.

Leo smiled, tightening his grip on the older boy. "I love you, my kitty."

Translations-

un leone- a lion. (Italian)

neko- cat/kitty (Japanese)