AN: Okay, now it's guaranteed that the dates mentioned in the story are messed up. Don't hold it against me, this is a 300K book so far, and is aiming for 500K. The devil's in the details, as they say.
Alright, so. I know it isn't Halloween, that was three months ago, but meh.
This time, it's what many of you have been waiting for, Nyx!
Time: Halloween, Idk which year
Percy did not regret it one bit.
What, you ask.
The sexy Primordial screaming her head off beside him, barely audible over the heavy metal he was blasting.
He didn't regret it one bit.
It would have been still somewhat normal, at least from an outsider's perspective, if it hadn't been for Percy's sexy-as-fuck ride.
And no, he wasn't talking about Nyx, though she was sexy-as-fuck, too.
No, he was talking about the car he was driving.
It was Halloween, Samhain, the night of the dead, whatever you wanted to call it. Tonight, the spirits of the deceased walked the Earth, the lines between the dead and the living thinned, and lost souls from the Fields of Asphodel could walk the Earth once again, searching for themselves once again, if only for a night.
But more than that, it marked the best festival for miles around, and Percy was in. Will and Nico were already waiting for him at the festival, held in the middle of Greenwich Village, Manhattan. They had already met Nyx, now they only had to meet his new ride.
Yeah, the ride he was boasting of so much.
He sat atop what looked like the product of a metalhead quadbike and a goth hotrod's crossbreeding beefed up on steroids, the central attraction of any goth/metalhead's wet dream, full of spikes, skulls and chains and other fun stuff.
There was no hood or windscreen, its top, a few feet from the ground, like a double seater quadbike, allowing the wind to buffet his face, messing up his raven hair, even more, its gentle hand caressing him, ruffling his clothes and cooling him down just a tad bit from the excitement.
The chassis was somewhere between a hot rod and a tank, with spikes going out from the sides like a reinforced zombie apocalypse vehicle, the metal going through the displayed skulls of different animals, bound together by thick, heavy chains that jingled and clanged. And on the front, forming the hood over the engine, was an enormous human cranium, made of metal, of course, and polished with ivory and sandpaper to give it a real bone feel. It had two rows of spikes going all along the skull, to make it look tougher, and the headlights were located in the orbit, where the eyes should have gone. The wheels, going where the mandible should have been, were also spiked in the sides, thick quadbike tires. Exhaust pipes emerged from the sides, sticking out of the back of the monstrosity like in a hotrod, occasionally belching flame, red, blue, green and purple.
Alright, he might have slipped something... not strictly mortal, but hey.
And whirring within the confines of the metal cranium was an assortment of engines and gadgets and parts that would have worked better as an execution/torture method, but somehow managed to power the unholy amalgamation, faster than a supercar and stronger than a riot van. It was controlled like a car, too, giving Percy a weird but awesome feeling as he gripped the steering wheel, designed to look like a ram skull, tightly, his foot never leaving the accelerator. It felt weird, because even though the chassis was that of a massive car, Percy felt like he was sitting on an oversized quadbike, what with all the wind and the exposed seats and controls, but it was controlled by a steering wheel. Leo had really outdone himself with this one.
Damn.
Nyx was sitting behind him, her arms wrapped around his midsection and clutching him tightly as Percy laughed at his own breakneck speed, zooming through the highway.
People, dressed in all sorts of colourful and garish costumes, stopped to look at the devil's own ride, the speed at which he was going preventing them from getting a better look.
Percy preferred it that way.
The evening was dry, if a tad bit cold. The dark night skies were aglow with flame and lights from the revelling mortals below, and for once, Percy could not complain about the lack of stars. The night was a new moon too, how fitting for the day of the dead. Cars thronged the highways, forcing Percy to weave through the traffic, his superb demigod reflexes showcased while he used the Mist to keep any unwanted officials from booking him for overspeeding.
And on top of it all, Behemoth blasted from the sound systems, the last missing piece.
"You having fun?" Percy asked, having to shout lightly to be heard over all the noise of his own making.
"Y-yeah." Nyx stuttered right in her ear, making him shiver as he felt her warm breath on his neck. They were going at a one twenty Kmph speed, this was not the time for being sexy, damn it!
"You good now?" He asked, not taking his eyes off the crowded road, his voice still higher than normal.
"Yeah!" She rested her face on his shoulder, nuzzling into his neck slightly from the cold as she enjoyed the breeze. Her curvy body sidled forward on the leather seat, pressing against Percy's back slightly, trying to get him to lose concentration.
The Dark god gritted his teeth, feeling the mischievous Primordial's soft thighs pressing against his waist, her tight grip giving way to soft, wandering hands that shamelessly groped his abs and felt up his chest.
Nyx blew into his ear, without a worry in the world, her soft, full lips parting to emit a sultry moan. She enjoyed the feeling of Percy stiffening up at the sound, and resisted the urge to take advantage of his state and finally cop a feel.
The sight of him fucking Aphrodite like a lustful monster, unaware of her presence, still burned forefront in her mind.
She allowed herself a laugh, a soft, melodic sound that relaxed Percy. Her arms still around him, she arched her back, facing the sky and revelling in the feeling of her domain, the wind making her long, silky dark hair fly behind her.
The night sky bore witness to the laughter of the mortals in the day of the dead, and despite never being attracted to the festivities in her billions of years of life, she found herself drawn to the strangely infectious joy in the cold air, catalyzed by the Dark god in front of her. A Dark god who had lived for what a second to her, yet a being whose presence was an unmissable, intoxicating and beautiful mountain to her psyche.
Percy would have done a stoppie when he arrived in front of Nico and Will, if only to appear cool, but his vehicle did not allow it. So, he had to stop the old fashioned way, panting slightly as he came down from the adrenaline high.
"Hey Neeks, Will." He greeted the two, extending an arm to help Nyx climb down as he sat atop his ride, gunning the engine.
"Hey Percy, Nyx." The two reciprocated, not even blinking an eye at the unexpected arrival of the Primordial of Night.
"Hey." She muttered softly, introverted as much as the son of Hades, standing off to the side. It had taken her quite some time to get used to the frivolity at Ogygia, and even then, she usually stayed at a slight distance from all the conversations.
Percy landed without a sound, even his six foot five frame dwarfed by the sheer size of the imposing vehicle he had just gotten off of.
Nico gave a muffled laugh when he felt himself getting pulled into a powerful hug, Percy's long arms wrapping around him and his boyfriend and pulling the two of them into Percy's broad chest. Taking advantage of the moment, the shy son of Hades took a deep breath, feeling his lungs filled with Percy's addictive scent, slightly diluted by Will's equally wonderful fragrance. He knew that Will was doing the same, too.
Nyx watched on, burning in jealousy as the two sniffed Percy's scent, something which only she was privy to, at least tonight.
Percy laughed as he broke the hug, the couple breaking reluctantly from him and standing together side by side, Nico with a slight blush on his cheeks. Will had a better time covering his emotions than the son of Hades.
Percy stood beside Nyx, a bright smile on his face as he looked over their costumes for one last time before the festival started.
He felt the Primordial press herself, almost needily, to his side, her slender arm hooking into his, staking her claim over him.
He smiled down at the goddess, taking in her costume with his dark sea-green eyes and making her blush as he checked her out. Nyx had her signature, almost skin-tight, flowing black dress, the dark silk glimmering slightly in all the flashing lights of the festival raging around them. She had a typical skull make up hiding her face, though, in Percy's definitely biased opinion, the dark ink only added to the Primordial's sinful beauty. Her darker-than-night hair, almost purple, flowed down past her shoulders in gentle curls, merging with her black silk dress. Her dress clung to every curve of her body, showing off her slim waist and wide childbearing hips, her toned stomach and drawing eyes to her delicious bubble butt. Her ruby lips were hidden behind black lipstick that she rocked, her onyx eyes shining up at him with barely concealed lust. He could almost make out the silver tint on her cheeks underneath the paint.
His eyes swivelled over to Nico and Will. While Will was dressed as a zombie medic, his blonde hair, speckled with flecks of red paint-blood, going well with his red and white uniform, a gross, blood-caked stethoscope hanging around his half-chewed neck, Nico was his usual emo self, in all black clothing, his only costume a white Ghostface mask. His black, raven hair, similar yet different to Percy's, stuck out beneath his oversized, black hoodie, the King of Ghosts feeling short surrounded by the two tall, smoking hot doms, and the meek little Primordial clinging to one of their's arm.
His arm hooked around Will's, Nico pressed himself to his side in an attempt to hide himself behind his more confident boyfriend, feeling shy under the gaze of his longtime crush. Will was better at disguising his thoughts, despite the pink tinging his cheeks at the memory of tattooing Percy's naked body, feeling up all his toned, firm muscles with his own hands.
He averted his blue eyes from Percy's gaze, no longer able to go toe to toe with the Dark god.
Percy looked down at himself, ensuring that nothing was amiss. He had been a soldier for as long as he could remember, so he was dressed like one, albeit a cool looking mortal army veteran, for tonight. He had a camouflage suit, complete with endless pockets and chambers and a backpack for trick or treating. A belt of real, live ammunition was slung to his side, a loaded Glock at his waist. The real things just added to the hilarity of cosplay, in his twisted opinion. The dog tags around his neck only added to the appeal, his raven hair now under a helmet, black stripes drawn on his cheeks.
Tonight, he was just another face, another name to forget, and he would make the most of not having duties and shit on his shoulders.
His arm through his favourite Primordial's, he followed Will and Nico through the crowds, heading straight to the procession of floats and carnival bric-a-brac, with a quick stop at a side stall to give themselves a couple of beers in hand, just to kick the evening off on a flier.
They weaved through the crowds of zombies, vampires, murderers and even a few furries with multicolour fur, marvelling at the sights and the sounds of the festival. They had to hand it to them- the mortals knew how to party.
Several floats were paraded down the main street, comical inflated zombies fighting plants (reference), humans painted as skeletons dancing, followed by a flurry of beautiful ladies who twirled and danced like birds, making Nyx draw Percy closer to her, clutching him possessively.
Percy laughed at that.
The shy Primordial was even invited to dance by one of the ladies, an offer she obviously refused as soon as she could, content with merely watching the procession. The four of them walked through the streets, stopping from time to time to play a game or to buy something at the numerous stalls lining the streets, set up solely for the occasion. Nobody gave them a second glance except a fleeting compliment on their costumes, waved away with a smile from their part.
Percy, for his part, never knew that a double date could go so smoothly, though that might have been because he was biased towards Nico, and by extension, Will, who was his son in law (at least to be), technically.
Nyx was open-mouthed at all the frivolous festivities, something which she had never witnessed, sweeter than the grandest, the wildest fests of Olympus or Ancient Greece. Her arm tightened around Percy's, seeking the sensation of anchorage and protection that always came with the Dark god, in this sea of emotions and laughter, of mankind, where it was so easy to get lost, especially for an immortal.
Percy smiled down at her, his eyes shining with humour at how the all-powerful Primordial had not let go of his arm for a single minute. He was beginning to lose feeling in his fingers.
He craned his neck slightly, easily looking over the sea of heads, searching for the telltale golden blonde of Will's hair, easily spotting it.
"Will! We are going off to the metal concert in half an hour! Meet us in front of the bar!" He called, letting the gay couple go off to do their own thing as he guided Nyx to the side, to catch their breath.
"Woah, I never knew this could get so crazy." Were her first words when the two escaped the crowds, standing on the sidewalk a short distance away, breathing heavily.
Nyx finally let go of Percy's arm, instead content with holding his hand as he laughed. "You haven't seen the worst yet, then."
He leaned against the wall, looking down at her, crossing his arms over his chest as a small smile played on his lips, not even bothering to hide his blatant ogling as his eyes wandered all over her curvy body.
"What's the worst bit, then?" Nyx stuttered out, blushing slightly from the attention she was receiving. The eyes which could melt any female with a glance were looking at her in endless predatory hunger, and it was the most arousing feeling the Primordial had ever felt.
Percy smiled down predatorily at her, swooping her in for a hug and pinning her to the wall, his arm around his waist, holding her up with only his knee between her thighs, stretching her silky, black dress.
"P-Percy, we're in public..." Nyx gave out a slight moan at his forceful actions, blushing bright silver at the looks thrown their way by the people exiting or entering the bar, beside which they stood.
"So what?" He asked, his voice husky and arousing as he leaned in even closer, allowing his warm breath to tickle her face. His eyes roamed over her painted face, tracing the lines replicating an elaborate skull on her pale, ivory skin. Her skin looked inviting to him, soft, smooth and delicious, glistening with slight sweat. He could almost feel her heart beating loudly against her ribs, her jugular vein pulsing in her neck, pumping silver ichor all through her veins.
His eyes dipped down towards her chest, making Nyx blush as the Dark god stared at her tits, almost undressing her mentally with his eyes. Despite her embarrassment, she found herself unable to protest, or resist in any way. Her fists tugged needily at his collar, pulling him even closer, until his lips were at a hair's breadth from her's, so tantalizingly close that Nyx could taste his delicious lips so hers.
"So, what is so crazy that it beats this?" She whispered against his lips, making him smirk deviously.
"You haven't ever been to a black metal concert, have you?"
"Damn, you were right, this is crazy." Nyx had to shout in Percy's ear only to be heard over the weird mortal screaming on the stage.
"I couldn't guess." His sarcasm was as thick as ever, making Will laugh. Both Percy and Nico were part of the enthusiastic crowd headbanging to the unintelligible screaming, leaving the son of Asteria with Nyx, behind to laugh at their boyfriends' black metal induced craze.
"How do their heads not come off?" Will asked, his voice conveying genuine wonder as he watched the two, one of hundreds headbanging to the screeching, which was far from music as could be. He didn't know, his mother wasn't the goddess of music.
And yes, he could be sassy, too.
It was two hours later, and a lot of beers and badass, darker than Hades black metal screaming later, that Will clambered up on the ride Percy and Nyx had come in, Nico following him effortlessly, his actions slightly hampered by his low alcohol tolerance.
"Alright, Will. Here are the keys." Percy tossed him the keys. "Be careful of overspeeding, it goes quite fast. I'm not quite ready to have you in Hades' realm yet. I'll be around to pick it up later, see you around."
"Great, we owe you one, Perce!" Will called out, his blue eyes shining in excitement as he caught the keys. Nico buried his face in his boyfriend's neck, moaning tiredly, his words slurred slightly from all the beer, "Shee youuu laaatiirrr, Pesshy."
The Dark god smirked, wondering how Bianca would react if she ever saw her brother's current state. It was great that she was in Elysium, but that also meant that she couldn't be there with them that night. Tch.
Percy's jaw tightened slightly when he remembered the reason why she actually couldn't be with them.
"Bye, Nico." He waved after them, ignoring the smog and flame ejected from the exhaust pipes as the two sped away.
He looked up, smiling slightly to himself. There was no moon, nor stars to tell him the time, but he didn't need to know. He closed his eyes, a tired sigh escaping from his lips, just enjoying the feeling of standing there, another drop in the ocean of humanity, ignorant and carefree.
A small, soft hand wrapped around his, making him look down again, a genuine smile curling on his lips as he looked at Nyx's worried expression. "What happened, Percy?"
He gave her hand a gentle, reassuring squeeze. "Nothing, beautiful. Just reminiscing."
Her cheeks flushed silver at the nickname, but she did not get distracted. "You can let it out, you know? If not to me, there are twenty others."
"It's cute that you care so much, Nyx, but we have to go now, alright?"
She nodded at him, burying her heated face in his shoulder at the smile he threw at her.
Percy raised an eyebrow at the familiar sensation of flashing away, wondering where Nyx was taking them to.
"Where is this?" He spoke, his voice more curious than anything as he looked around the posh room they were in.
There were luxurious looking sofas, of cream-coloured velvet, surrounding a glass table on one side. Opposite to it, was a massive television screen, similar in size to the one in Percy's gaming set up, with a long shelf beneath it. His somewhat dirty combat boots seemed to be clean, sinking a few inches into the soft, posh leather carpet that covered the floor. A few paintings of gardens and shit hung on the walls of the windowless room.
"Where are we?" Percy repeated at Nyx's silence, a bit of awe leaking into his voice at the rejuvenating feeling he experienced.
"The Mansion of Night, Tartarus." She muttered, not knowing what Percy's reaction would be.
He let out a low whistle at the mansion, a far cry from the old fashioned palace he had expected. "Missed this during the last tour."
He could almost feel the Primordial's cheeks burning against his shirt.
"Can we stay here for tonight? I want to have you all to myself, at least for tonight." She muttered, feeling ashamed of her need.
"Yes, we can, princess," Percy answered, his voice soft as he looked down at the most beautiful feature of the Mansion of Night, Night herself.
"Do you mind changing for a bit? I want a last dance before we have to go back." Nyx tried to push her luck, feeling slightly nervous about Percy's reply to her repeated requests. Her onyx eyes looked up at him, pleading.
Percy felt a grin tug at his lips as the paint on Nyx's face melted away, showing her silver cheeks as she looked up at him. He followed her lead, his costume melting into an all-black suit from his wardrobe, that had her squealing in delight.
"Thank you!" She repeated over and over again, clapping her hands. Music began to play from somewhere, slow romantic music that suited a romantic dance. This was a far cry from what Percy preferred, but he allowed it, after all, Nyx had had to tolerate hours of the sort of hardcore black metal he actually liked.
"May I have this dance, my lady?" He asked softly, bowing towards her like a gentleman with his hand outstretched for her to take.
"You may." She smiled at him as she took his hand, yelping when she was pulled in by the Dark god. He held her waist, his hand not leaving hers as he clutched her to his body possessively, his face a hair's breadth from hers.
"Eager, aren't we?" The smile never left her face, only turning mischievous as Percy smiled down at her.
"Perhaps. Perhaps not." He spoke cryptically, before making the Primordial yelp again as he twirled her.
The two thus engaged in a dance, switching randomly from a waltz to a gentle swaying, just enjoying the other's presence as they danced.
Nyx stepped closer to Percy, closer than she already was, no longer able to resist the urge to press a gentle kiss on his lips, drawing away before he could get over his shock, let alone respond.
He blinked a few times, being met with a smiling Nyx, her eyes shining with hilarity at the look on his face.
"Oh, you think it's funny, do you?" He asked, pulling her as close as he could, his arms wrapped around her waist and drawing her curvy body closer to him.
"Yeah, I do." She stifled the giggles building up in the back of her throat, "In fact, let me show what else I find funny."
And then she leaned in for another kiss, her eyes fluttering shut as she took in the addictive feeling of making out with the Dark god. Their lips moved in sync, his body clutching her possessively as her arms wrapped around her neck, drawing him in closer, intent on never letting go. His scent in her nostrils, addictive and intoxicating.
Percy's hands wandered down her body, cupping her bubble butt in his hand, doing what he had wanted to do all evening. Just sending long glances at her butt did not do it justice.
Nyx shivered as Percy played with her ass, his hands groping her shamelessly through the thin black silk of her dress, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he kissed her ferociously, with enough passion to dominate the kiss, pushing her head back and making her feel helpless.
Nyx snapped her fingers, shocking Percy and making him break the kiss.
"..." He was wordless, his dark eyes unable to leave her body, clad only in a silk black bra and panties, a stark contrast against her pale, smooth skin.
Nyx giggled at his expression, doing a pirouette and allowing him to enjoy the sight of her bubble butt, exposed but for her black panties, so easy to rip. "See something you like?"
Percy was still wordless as he caught the practically naked Primordial, his eyes never leaving her pale skin, staring at her chest as he trapped her, his arms going around her waist. Nyx was still laughing, feeling giddier than she had ever had, enjoying this newfound feeling of freedom.
"The dance is not over yet, lover boy!" She called out, dragging Percy to the middle of the room as the two continued to twirl and sway, dancing into the Tartarean night.
Nyx laughed, carefree, as if losing her dress had finally freed her of all her shackles. Percy allowed himself a small smile, her joy infectious as he watched the naked Primordial dance, trying not to stare too long, or too hard at her naked body.
He tried not to think about her skin, soft and smooth and cool against his, or his lips, delicious and soft against his. He tried not to lose his clothes, too, if only to feel her skin directly against his.
It was very difficult.
As his dark sea-green eyes, shining with joy, followed the Primordial, in only her underwear, dancing in front of him without a care in the world, Percy could muster up one thought.
This had been a really happy Halloween, indeed.
AN: Okay, I dunno what to write here, so I guess I'll just go.
Who do you think will win the UCL this season? And I'll try to update Part 2 on Christmas eve, if only to give you'll a Christmas gift from me. Let's see what we shall see.
Keep calm and headbang!