Jason trudged up the winding path to the Di Angelo villa, his usual confident stride weighed down by what could only be described as pure frustration. His face held a disgruntled expression, and the moment Nico opened the door, he could practically feel the tension rolling off him.
Nico raised an eyebrow, leaning against the doorway with an amused look. "Let me guess—the meeting with the cohorts and the Huntresses didn't go as planned?"
Jason let out a loud sigh, rubbing his forehead. "That's an understatement. I swear, it's like throwing gasoline on a campfire with those two groups."
Nico stepped aside to let Jason in, watching as his boyfriend paced across the entryway, dragging his hands through his hair. "What happened?" he asked, doing his best to keep his tone casual, but there was a hint of curiosity in his dark eyes.
Jason stopped pacing and threw his hands up in frustration. "Where do I even start? The cohorts were doing their usual posturing, you know, trying to act like they're the only ones who understand 'proper strategy.' And the Huntresses? They don't take that from anyone—so, of course, they spent half the meeting exchanging death glares across the table. I barely got two words in before Reyna and Thalia were staring each other down. It was like they were one breath away from drawing swords."
Nico crossed his arms, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he watched Jason rant. "And you thought this alliance was going to go smoothly?"
Jason shot him a look, half-amused and half-exasperated. "I knew there'd be challenges, but this was like…every training ground rivalry turned up to eleven."
Nico chuckled, nodding as he led Jason into the villa's cozy living room. He motioned for Jason to take a seat on the couch, then settled in beside him, one leg tucked under the other. "So, what set them off this time?"
Jason shook his head, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "The Huntresses kept pushing for aggressive forward strategies, saying they don't want to just sit around waiting for a fight to come to them. Meanwhile, the cohorts were all about structured defense and formation tactics. It's like they're from two completely different worlds." He leaned back, letting his head hit the back of the couch with a thud. "They act like they're the only ones who know how to lead."
Nico gave him a sympathetic look, resting his hand on Jason's shoulder. "Sounds exhausting. Trying to get two groups like that to agree on anything? You've got your work cut out for you."
"Yeah," Jason muttered, eyes closed. "They were at each other's throats the whole time. I almost wish I'd let them spar it out, just to get the tension out of the room." Jason sighed, rolling his neck to relieve some stress. "At least, once they moved on from the posturing, we were able to get a lot of work done. The Hunt is like a well oiled machine and Camp Jupiter can respect that."
Nico's gaze flickered with amusement, and he tilted his head thoughtfully. "You know…a sparring session might not be a bad idea."
Jason opened one eye, glancing over at Nico with curiosity. "You offering?"
A small smirk tugged at the corners of Nico's mouth. "Why not? You're wound up tighter than a bowstring. Besides, might be fun to let out some steam—and you're always saying I need to practice more."
Jason chuckled, finally letting go of some of his frustration as he straightened up. "Oh, I see what this is. You just want an excuse to try to knock me on my ass."
"Someone's got to keep you humble," Nico replied, grinning as he stood up, holding out a hand to help Jason up.
They made their way out to the small training area near the edge of the villa grounds. The sun was low, casting long shadows across the grass, and the air was cool with an evening breeze. Nico stretched his arms, rolling his shoulders with a look of determination. Jason couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement replacing his earlier frustration—Nico rarely suggested sparring, but when he did, he never held back.
It did not take long before their swords clashing with a rhythmic precision. The afternoon sun was hot, casting long shadows across the grass as they moved in perfect synchronicity. Sweat glistened on their bare torsos, each movement sending droplets flying into the air. The scent of fresh earth and sweat filled the air, mingling with the faint metallic tang of blood from a minor cut on Jason's arm.
"You're getting sloppy," Nico teased, his voice thick with exertion as he parried another blow. His breath came in short gasps, his muscles burning with the effort.
Jason smirked, his eyes flashing with competitive fire. "Or maybe you're just getting slower."
Their laughter was cut short by another clash of steel. They continued to spar, their movements becoming more desperate, more primal. The intensity of the fight had built an undeniable tension between them, a heat that burned hotter than the afternoon sun.
Finally, both boys collapsed to the ground, their swords falling from their hands. They lay there, panting heavily, their bodies side by side in the cool grass. The world seemed to spin around them as they caught their breath, the sound of their heartbeats echoing in their ears.
"Fuck…" Jason muttered, rolling onto his side to face Nico. "That was intense."
Nico grinned, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "Yeah… it was."
For a moment, they simply stared at each other, the shared experience hanging heavy in the air. Then, without warning, Jason's hand shot out, grabbing Nico's wrist and pulling him closer. Nico didn't resist; instead, he closed the gap between them, their lips meeting in a searing kiss.
The kiss was hungry, desperate, their tongues exploring each other with a fervor born of exhaustion and desire. Nico's hands roamed over Jason's back, feeling the defined muscles beneath his slick skin. Jason's hands tangled in Nico's hair, pulling him even closer, deepening the kiss.
They broke apart only to take quick, ragged breaths before diving back in. The world around them ceased to exist; there was only the heat of their bodies, the taste of sweat and salt on each other's lips.
Jason pushed Nico onto his back, pinning him to the ground. He kissed down Nico's neck, leaving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses in his wake. Nico arched into him, his hands gripping Jason's shoulders for support.
"Fuck, Nico…" Jason breathed against his skin, his voice rough with need. "I need you."
Nico groaned, his hips bucking up against Jason's. "Then take me…"
Jason wasted no time, his hand slipping between their bodies to grasp his straining erection. He positioned himself at Nico's entrance, his fingers teasing the sensitive skin there. Nico shivered, his breath hitching in his throat as Jason's fingers brushed against him.
"Ready?" Jason asked, his voice low and gravelly.
Nico nodded, his eyes squeezed shut. "God, yes…"
With one swift motion, Jason thrust into Nico, burying himself to the hilt. They both cried out at the sensation, the friction against their already sensitized skin sending shocks of pleasure through them.
Jason began to move, his thrusts hard and fast. Nico wrapped his legs around Jason's waist, urging him on. The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the air, mixed with their ragged breaths and occasional moans.
"Fuck, Nico… you feel so good…" Jason gasped, his thrusts growing more erratic as he neared the edge.
Nico could barely form words, his mind consumed by the overwhelming sensations. All he could do was cling to Jason, riding out the waves of pleasure that crashed over him with each thrust.
Jason's hands gripped Nico's thighs, holding him steady as he pounded into him. The world narrowed down to this one point, this single moment of complete connection. Everything else faded away, leaving only the raw, animalistic need that drove them both.
"Nico… I'm gonna…" Jason panted, his thrusts becoming more frantic.
Nico could feel Jason's impending climax, could sense the way his body tensed in preparation. He reached down, wrapping his hand around his own cock, matching Jason's rhythm.
"Come with me…" Nico begged, his voice broken and desperate.
Jason let out a guttural roar as he came, his release spurring Nico over the edge as well. They came together, their bodies shuddering with the force of their orgasms. Warm cum spilled between them, adding to the mess of sweat and dirt that clung to their skin.
They lay there, spent and satisfied, their bodies still connected. The world slowly came back into focus, the sounds of birdsong and distant voices filtering through their haze of pleasure.
Jason pulled out slowly, collapsing beside Nico. They lay there in silence for a moment, their breath gradually returning to normal.
"Damn, Nico… that was…" Jason trailed off, searching for the right word.
Nico smiled, turning his head to look at Jason. "Incredible?"
Jason chuckled, nodding. "Yeah… incredible."
They lay there for a while longer, the warmth of the sun doing little to dry the sweat that still clung to them. Eventually, Jason propped himself up on an elbow, looking down at Nico with a mischievous grin.
"So… what now?"
Jason's eyes gleamed with mischief as he spotted the swing in the backyard, a piece of playground equipment that Helena had insisted on installing, even if Nico never used it. Well, Jason will make good use of it today.
The rust on its chains gleamed faintly under the afternoon sun, and the wooden seat bore the marks of countless children who had once played there. Jason smirked, his gaze fixing on Nico, who was still recovering from their intense sparring session. He grabbed Nico by the wrist, his grip firm but not forceful, and dragged him towards the swing.
Nico stumbled slightly, his breath still heavy from their physical exertion, but he let himself be led. There was a thrill in the air, a sense of anticipation that made his skin tingle. As they approached the swing, Jason let go of his wrist and stepped back, sizing up the equipment with a critical eye.
"Think you can handle this?" Jason asked, his voice low and teasing.
Nico raised an eyebrow, challenging him with a look. "I think I can manage," he replied, his tone equally playful.
Jason chuckled and motioned for Nico to sit on the swing. Nico did as instructed, straddling the wooden seat with his legs spread wide. The wood was rough against his thighs, and the chains creaked ominously as he settled in. He gripped the chains tightly, his fingers brushing against the cool metal, and looked up at Jason expectantly.
Jason moved behind him, his hands resting lightly on Nico's hips. He leaned in close, his breath hot against Nico's ear as he whispered, "Ready?"
Nico nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. Jason's hands tightened on his hips, and with a swift, almost brutal motion, he pushed Nico forward, causing the swing to lurch into motion. Nico gasped, the sudden movement throwing him off balance, but Jason's hands held him steady.
As the swing began to move, Jason positioned himself behind Nico, lining his cock up with Nico's entrance. Nico bit his lip, his body tensing in anticipation. The first thrust was hard and fast, driving deep into Nico's waiting body. Nico grunted, the sensation overwhelming, but Jason didn't give him a chance to adjust. He pulled out and thrust again, each movement timed perfectly with the swing's arc.
Nico's breath came in ragged gasps, his body rocking back and forth with the rhythm of the swing. The wood beneath him dug into his thighs, adding another layer of sensation to the mix. Jason's hands tightened on his hips, guiding him, controlling him. Nico could feel every inch of Jason's cock inside him, filling him, stretching him. The friction between their bodies was electric, sparking through Nico's nerves like wildfire.
"Fuck, Jason... harder..." Nico groaned, his voice strained with effort.
Jason obliged, increasing the pace of his thrusts. Each stroke drove Nico further into the swing, sending him higher until he was practically flying through the air. The wind rushed past his face, whipping his hair back, and the world blurred around him. All he could focus on was the feeling of Jason's cock sliding in and out of him, the raw, primal pleasure that coursed through his veins.
Jason's breathing grew heavier, his movements more urgent. He leaned over Nico, his chest pressing against his back, and wrapped his arms around his waist. His lips found Nico's neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there before moving lower to nip at his shoulder. The sharp sting of the bite mixed with the warmth of Jason's breath, sending shivers down Nico's spine.
"You like that?" Jason murmured, his voice thick with lust.
Nico could only nod, his mind too foggy with desire to form words. Jason chuckled darkly and continued his assault, his thrusts now erratic, driven by sheer animalistic need. Nico's body responded automatically, muscles clenching around Jason's cock, urging him on.
The swing's chains creaked louder now, straining under the pressure of their combined weight. The sound blended with Nico's moans and Jason's grunts, creating a symphony of passion and exertion. Nico's vision tunneled, everything narrowing down to the point where their bodies met, where the fire burned hottest.
"Come on, Nico," Jason urged, his voice a low growl. "Let go."
Nico felt the wave building inside him, a tidal force that threatened to tear him apart. He clenched his fists around the chains, trying to hold on, but it was no use. With a final, desperate cry, he tipped over the edge, his orgasm crashing through him like a freight train. His body spasmed, muscles convulsing around Jason's cock, drawing one last, shuddering thrust from his lover.
Jason followed him over the precipice, his release hitting him like a thunderbolt. He buried his face in Nico's neck, biting down hard enough to leave a mark as he emptied himself into Nico's willing body. His grip on Nico's hips was vice-like, holding him in place as the aftershocks rippled through both of them.
For a long moment, they stayed like that, suspended in time and space, the world fading away until nothing remained but the two of them and the echoes of their shared ecstasy. Once they recovered, Jason gently guided Nico back indoors, their bodies still tired from the passion they had just shared. The warmth of the house enveloped them, as they walked slowly, savoring the afterglow, each step a testament to the connection they had forged through their intense encounter.
In the bathroom, Jason turned on the faucet and let the warm water cascade into the sink. He selected a soft towel and gestured for Nico to sit on the edge of the tub. Nico complied, his body still humming with the residual pleasure of their recent activities. The scent of grass and sweat still clung to them, mingled with the faint aroma of soap from the bathroom.
Jason knelt in front of Nico, his hands steady as he began to clean him. He wiped away the dirt and grime from Nico's skin, his touch gentle yet thorough. Nico closed his eyes, savoring the sensation of Jason's care. The room was silent except for the sound of water dripping into the sink and the soft rustle of the towel against Nico's skin.
"You okay?" Jason's voice broke the silence, filled with concern and affection.
Nico nodded, opening his eyes to meet Jason's gaze. "Yeah, just... feeling pretty spent."
Jason smiled, a tender expression that made Nico's heart swell. "I know what you mean. That was... something else."
Nico chuckled softly, leaning forward to press a kiss to Jason's forehead. "Yeah, it was. Thanks for being so... sweet about it."
Jason's smile widened, and he continued his ministrations, washing Nico's legs and feet with the same meticulous care. The warmth of the water and the softness of the towel combined to create a soothing ritual, one that helped Nico relax further into the moment.
As Jason moved up to clean Nico's torso, he paused to look at the marks left by their earlier activities. Bruises and scratches marred Nico's skin, evidence of the intensity of their lovemaking. Jason felt a pang of guilt mixed with pride; he had given Nico these marks, but they were also a testament to their bond.
"Sorry about these," Jason murmured, tracing a particularly prominent bruise with his finger.
Nico shook his head, catching Jason's hand and pressing a kiss to his palm. "Don't be. I like them. They remind me of... everything we shared today."
Jason's eyes softened, and he leaned in to place a gentle kiss on the bruise. "Next time, maybe we can go a little easier on each other?"
Nico grinned, his cheeks flushing slightly. "Maybe. But no promises."
Jason laughed, the sound rich and warm, filling the small bathroom. He finished cleaning Nico's upper body, then stood to wash his own hands. Turning off the faucet, he grabbed another towel and began to dry Nico, his movements deliberate and careful.
The room was filled with a sense of ease and contentment, the kind that comes only after intense physical exertion and emotional connection. Nico leaned back against the tub, closing his eyes as Jason's hands worked over his skin. The feel of the towel against his heated flesh was soothing, and he let out a contented sigh.
Jason finished drying Nico, then stepped back to admire his work. Nico's skin glistened in the soft bathroom light, free of dirt and grime, looking almost ethereal. Jason reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind Nico's ear, his fingers lingering against the smooth skin of his cheek.
"Feeling better?" Jason asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Nico nodded, a lazy smile spreading across his face. "Much. Thank you."
Jason returned the smile, his own exhaustion evident in the way he moved. He draped the towels over the rack and turned to face Nico, his eyes searching for any signs of discomfort or hesitation. Finding none, he extended a hand towards Nico.
"Come on, let's get you to bed," Jason said, his tone gentle yet firm.
Nico took Jason's hand, allowing himself to be pulled to his feet. The world spun slightly, a reminder of how much energy he had expended. Jason steadied him, wrapping an arm around Nico's waist to help him stay upright.
They made their way to the bedroom, the journey slow and unhurried. The house was quiet, save for the occasional creak of the floorboards under their feet. Nico leaned heavily on Jason, grateful for the support.
In the bedroom, Jason guided Nico to the bed and helped him sit down. He knelt to remove Nico's shoes, his movements slow and deliberate. Nico watched him, a sense of peace settling over him. This was what he needed right now—someone to take care of him, to ensure he was safe and comfortable.
Once Nico was barefoot, Jason stood and began to undress him, peeling away the layers of clothing until Nico was once again naked. The sight was intimate, and Nico felt a flicker of embarrassment mixed with gratitude. He trusted Jason implicitly, and seeing the care with which he was treated only deepened that trust.
With Nico fully undressed, Jason moved to the bed and pulled back the covers. He helped Nico lie down, smoothing the sheets over his body before climbing in beside him. The mattress dipped under their combined weight, and Nico let out a contented sigh as he settled into the soft bed.
Jason wrapped an arm around Nico, pulling him close. The warmth of his body was comforting, and Nico nuzzled into Jason's chest, breathing in his familiar scent. The world outside the bedroom seemed far away, distant and unimportant compared to the cocoon of safety and love they had created together.
"Goodnight, Nico," Jason murmured, his lips brushing against the top of Nico's head.
Nico hummed in response, his eyelids growing heavy. "Goodnight, Jason."
As sleep began to claim him, Nico's thoughts drifted back to the events of the night. The intensity of their sparring, the heat of their lovemaking, the tenderness of Jason's care—it all swirled together in his mind, creating a kaleidoscope of sensations and emotions.
He was content, he realized. Despite the exhaustion, despite the soreness, he was happy. And as he drifted off to sleep.
Only to be roused by Jason's excited, "Nico, wake up!"
Nico groaned, pulling the pillow over his head. "Five more minutes," he mumbled, hoping Jason would settle back down. But Jason was persistent.
"We're late, Nico. Percy's probably already ordered everything on the menu waiting for us."
The thought of Percy sitting at a café table, impatient and possibly texting them a hundred times, brought a reluctant smile to Nico's face. Slowly, he dragged himself out from under the covers and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, blinking up at Jason's bright, eager expression. It was painfully early, but Jason looked wide awake, his blue eyes lit with excitement.
"What time is it?" Nico muttered, running a hand through his dark hair.
"Almost nine," Jason said, practically bouncing on the edge of the bed. "We were supposed to be there fifteen minutes ago, remember?"
"You're way too cheerful for nine in the morning," Nico grumbled, but Jason only grinned, pulling Nico to his feet.
"It's because it's not just any breakfast," Jason said, his eyes glinting with enthusiasm. "We're going to the café."
"Let me guess," Nico said dryly. "The one with the hot chocolate and brownies you are always raving about?"
Jason didn't even try to deny it. "Can you blame me? Best hot chocolate this side of US. And they make these brownies that practically melt in your mouth." He gave Nico a mock-serious look. "It is not as if you do not think the same. You love that place!"
Nico just shook his head, fighting back a fond smile. Jason's enthusiasm was infectious, and though he'd never admit it, part of him looked forward to seeing what made this café so special.
"Fine, fine," he said, shrugging on his jacket. "But if we're late, Percy's ordering enough food for an army."
They dressed quickly, Jason taking Nico's hand as they headed out into the brisk morning air. The city was just waking up around them, the streets mostly quiet except for the occasional early riser hurrying by. Nico felt himself relaxing as they walked, lulled by Jason's familiar warmth and steady pace.
Nico's black boots crunched against the cobblestone, the sound blending with the quiet hum of nearby conversations and distant music. Jason, hands in his pockets, walked with that easy confidence, his sharp blue eyes scanning their surroundings. There was always an undercurrent of vigilance, even on nights like this.
Jason let out a soft laugh, breaking the silence between them. "You're not going to make fun of me for bouncing around like a kid over hot chocolate?"
Nico's lips quirked into a dry smile, his dark eyes narrowing in mock seriousness. "Oh, I'm saving it. Don't worry. I just like watching you make a fool of yourself."
Jason bumped Nico's shoulder playfully, a grin spreading across his face. "You're just jealous that I can actually get excited about things."
Nico rolled his eyes but couldn't help the small, genuine smile that crept up. "Excited? No. Relieved? Maybe."
Jason laughed, his voice light and free, the kind of laugh that had a way of dissolving the world's tension, even if just for a moment. "I'll take that as a win," he said, his tone playful but warm.
The café came into view—a small, cozy spot with warm light spilling out from the windows and the faint scent of baked goods hanging in the air. It was like stepping into another universe, one where the biggest concern wasn't saving the world, but deciding between extra marshmallows or whipped cream. As they pushed open the door, the little bell above chimed, and the welcoming scent of cocoa and sugar enveloped them.
"Here we go," Jason murmured, practically dragging Nico toward the counter. He scanned the menu with wide eyes, like he was seeing it for the first time. "Okay, hot chocolate with double whipped cream, obviously. And... should we get the brownies now or after?"
Nico gave him a flat look. "You're seriously debating this?"
Jason grinned sheepishly. "Okay, fine, both."
As Jason placed their order, Nico leaned back against the counter, arms crossed over his chest, his gaze wandering around the cozy café. For a moment, everything seemed...simple. The warmth of the café, the sound of Jason's cheerful voice as he chatted with the barista, the normalcy of it all—it was strange. But in a good way.
When Jason turned back with two steaming mugs in hand, his grin was infectious. "Here, the legendary hot chocolate." He slid one over to Nico, who took it with a nod of thanks.
Nico wrapped his hands around the warm mug, letting the heat seep into his cold fingers. He took a tentative sip and was hit with a wave of rich chocolatey goodness. Jason laughed at Nico, as he received their order from the barista.
Jason slid into a booth at the back, Nico beside him, letting the cozy warmth of the café wash over him. The scent of freshly baked brownies and rich hot chocolate wrapped around them like a comforting blanket, making the day's chaos feel distant. Percy, sitting across from them with a mountain of whipped cream teetering on the edge of his mug, was already grinning like he had been up to no good, which was probably true.
"About time you two lovebirds showed up!" Percy teased, his sea-green eyes twinkling with mischief. He gestured for them to sit, already shoving a spare brownie toward Nico, as if bribing him would help ease whatever trouble he'd undoubtedly gotten into today.
Jason chuckled, shaking his head. "Yeah, yeah, we're here. Calm down, Jackson." He slid the brownie over to Nico, a small grin playing on his lips as Nico took a bite, rolling his eyes as if he wasn't secretly pleased.
Nico, ever the expert at playing it cool, settled back against the booth, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "We're fashionably late. It's called making an entrance," he said dryly, kicking Jason lightly under the table for good measure.
"Yeah, yeah," Jason replied, shoving the brownie plate toward Nico before Percy could steal a piece. He took a sip from his hot chocolate, savoring the taste. "So get this," he started, leaning in, excitement buzzing through him. "I had this huge strategy meeting yesterday with the cohorts and the Huntresses. They're all fired up for the upcoming fight, ready to go all in."
Percy snorted, setting his mug down. "I'm betting Hylla is two seconds away from challenging a Titan to an arm-wrestling match."
Jason laughed, nodding. "Close enough. She's almost disappointed it's not a one-on-one battle. And then there's Reyna—she's got everyone on high alert. The Romans, the Greeks, the Huntresses…we're all trying to keep up with her pace."
Nico smirked, stealing a sip from Jason's mug when he wasn't looking. "Reyna's intense, but we need that," he said, his gaze drifting to the window, voice growing thoughtful. "Things are about to get messy."
Percy's grin faded, and he nodded, a rare seriousness crossing his face. "Yeah, the Titans aren't here to play games. But with the cohorts, the Huntresses, and the demigods…we're practically a dream team."
Jason's hand, now resting on the table, tapped lightly as if still pulsing with the energy of the meeting. "Exactly. But it's not just about the numbers. We spent hours mapping out strategies, working on defense plans for New Rome and Camp Jupiter. The Huntresses are something else—totally focused, disciplined. They ran circles around some of the legionnaires."
Percy's eyebrows shot up as he grinned. "Did you get shown up, Grace? Please tell me one of them knocked you flat."
Jason shot him a mock glare. "Not this time. I kept my dignity intact, thank you." He chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "But there were close calls. And then there's Thalia—my sister's practically leading boot camp out there."
Nico snorted into his drink, barely hiding his amusement. "She'd probably challenge Zeus himself if she thought she'd get away with it."
"Probably," Jason agreed with a laugh. "And she'd be happy to keep the Huntresses training for weeks if she could. But today was different." He paused, his voice shifting, growing more thoughtful. "It was personal. With Thalia there, it wasn't just another strategy session. It was…something that mattered to both of us."
Percy, chewing on a brownie, nodded. "Makes sense. Thalia's always good at cutting through the bull. But I'm still surprised she didn't insist on a sparring match, just to 'keep things interesting.'"
"Oh, she tried," Jason replied, laughing. "But there was too much going on. We were mapping patrol routes, setting defensive formations, preparing for worst-case scenarios. Believe me, if she had time, I'd be on the ground in ten seconds."
Nico tilted his head, dark eyes flickering with curiosity. "And what about Camp Jupiter's legionnaires? Did they actually cooperate, or was it all posturing?"
Jason shook his head, an amused sigh escaping him. "You know how it is. Some of the Romans act like they're back in gladiator school, trying to one-up each other. But the Huntresses don't put up with that macho nonsense. Diana's group runs a tight ship. It shut down pretty quick."
Percy leaned his chin on his hand, grinning. "And you, Mister Son of Jupiter? Keeping that ego in check?"
Jason clutched his heart, feigning hurt. "I was the picture of humility, thank you very much. Thalia would've shoved me into a pile of celestial bronze if I wasn't."
Nico shook his head, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "Mixing Greeks and Romans is like playing tug-of-war to see who's in charge."
Jason sighed, his fingers resuming their tapping on the table. "It's true. But today, it felt different. There's a sense of purpose now. Everyone's realized that if we don't start working together, we're going to lose. And none of us are willing to let that happen."
The mood shifted as Jason's words sank in, each of them contemplating the weight of the battle ahead. Percy finally straightened, setting his mug down with a firm nod. "We're going to make it through," he said, voice steady. "With everyone we've got, there's no way we're backing down now."
Nico nodded as well, fingers tracing the rim of his mug. "We don't have a choice. This is it."
For a moment, the three of them sat in silence, lost in thought as the world seemed to fall away around them. The café buzzed quietly, patrons chatting and laughing, oblivious to the weight on the trio's shoulders. Jason was the first to break the silence, his voice softer but determined.
"No matter what happens," he said, "we've got each other. It's different when you know you're not alone in the fight. Not like the old days, when it was just three demigods and a lot of hoping we'd make it."
Percy met Jason's gaze, his expression resolute. "Exactly. We know what we're up against, and this time, we have an army."
Nico's voice cut through the seriousness, dry and tinged with affection. "Well, at least if we go down, we'll go down together. That's…something, right?"
Jason laughed, shaking his head. "Incredible pep talk, Nico. Truly inspiring."
Percy chuckled, relaxing a bit as he leaned back, his grin returning. "Classic Ghost King. Always bringing the sunshine."
Nico rolled his eyes but didn't bother hiding the affection in his gaze. "It's my gift."
The tension in the air finally lifted, their laughter filling the cozy space once again. They finished their food and stood left the café to show off New Rome to Percy. The atmosphere shifted from the quiet warmth of the café to the lively pulse of the city. The streets were glowing under the soft amber streetlights, giving everything a magical feel, like stepping into another world. The afternoon air was crisp, filled with the sounds of demigods and legacies laughing, sharing stories, and the occasional clang of practice swords echoing from training yards. The entire place hummed with life, and Percy couldn't help but get caught up in it.
Jason, walking just ahead with a casual confidence, pointed out some of the iconic landmarks as they passed. "That's the Senate House," he said, gesturing to a grand building. "Kind of where all the politics of New Rome go down. Not as chaotic as Mount Olympus, but... still pretty intense."
Percy whistled, his eyes following the columns that stretched up toward the sky. "I can't imagine. Though, maybe it's a good thing I haven't been dragged into Roman politics. I've already had my fill of chaotic councils."
Jason chuckled. "You'd make an excellent Roman senator, Jackson. Just imagine you in a toga, arguing with Reyna about defense strategies."
Percy's expression morphed into mock horror. "Gods, no. I think I'll stick to slaying monsters. Besides, politics would probably give me gray hairs."
They continued down the streets, the camaraderie between them flowing naturally. Jason occasionally bumped Nico's shoulder, a quiet, comfortable gesture that seemed to speak volumes about how close they'd become. Nico, usually so reserved, seemed more at ease here, in this city that felt like his second home. Even Percy noticed how the tension Nico usually carried seemed to dissolve, replaced by a quiet contentment as they wandered through the familiar streets.
"Okay, so what's next?" Percy asked, glancing between them as they neared a lively square. "You said there's a treat coming. I'm holding you both to that."
Jason grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh, don't worry. I've got something in mind."
Nico smirked, though his expression stayed characteristically neutral. "We're taking you to the Colosseum."
Percy's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Wait, the Colosseum? Like the Colosseum Colosseum?"
Jason laughed at his reaction. "Not the one in Rome, but close enough. This one's a replica—made for training and tournaments. Still impressive, though."
Percy's excitement was palpable. He'd heard stories about the famed Roman Colosseum but never expected to see something like it in New Rome. As they walked, Percy could feel his heart quicken, eager to witness this marvel of architecture and history.
When they arrived, the Colosseum stood towering above them, its arches lit up against the night sky. It was massive, even more imposing than Percy had imagined, and the faint sounds of battle echoed from inside, where demigods were still training late into the night.
"Whoa," Percy breathed, his eyes wide as he took it all in. "This is... incredible."
Nico glanced at him, that rare smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Told you it was a treat."
Jason, ever the tour guide, gestured toward the entrance. "Want to go in? Maybe even join a sparring match?"
Percy's eyes gleamed with excitement, but he smirked, crossing his arms. "I'm down for a spar, but I'm warning you—if I end up fighting, you're both joining me."
Nico raised an eyebrow, his voice dripping with his usual deadpan humor. "I'll pass on getting thrown around in the dirt, but I'd love to watch you, and Jason go at it. I've got money on you, Percy."
Jason let out a mock gasp, placing a hand over his heart in feigned betrayal. "You're betting against me?"
Nico's eyes glinted with amusement, though his tone remained dry. "Just playing the odds."
Percy laughed, clapping Jason on the back. "Don't worry, Grace. I'll go easy on you."
Jason shot him a mock glare, his competitive side flaring up. "Oh, now it's on."
As they entered the Colosseum, the sound of swords clashing and shields thudding echoed louder, filling the massive stone arena with energy. Demigods, legacies, and huntresses, moved in coordinated chaos, their sparring matches fast and intense. Percy and Jason watched, their muscles itching for action, while Nico leaned against one of the archways, watching the scene unfold with quiet amusement.
"I should've brought popcorn," Nico remarked under his breath as he observed them both gearing up, ready to jump into the fray.
Jason twirled his sword with practiced ease, the familiar weight of his gladius giving him a surge of confidence. He looked at Percy with a grin. "Ready to get schooled, Jackson?"
Percy unsheathed Riptide, the celestial bronze blade catching the light as he twirled it expertly. "School? You forget who's been in more quests. I've got this."
The banter between them flowed easily, a mix of competitive fire and genuine affection, but the moment they clashed swords, everything else fell away. Percy's quick reflexes met Jason's formidable strength, their blades sparking with each collision. It wasn't just a fight between friends—it was a testament to how far they'd come, how much they'd grown together.
Nico watched from the sidelines, arms crossed as a faint smile tugged at his lips. Despite his usual sarcastic remarks, there was pride in his eyes. These are his boyfriends!
Jason moved with precision, his strikes heavy but controlled, while Percy darted around him, using his agility to evade each blow. It was a dance, one they both knew well, and though it wasn't meant to be serious, there was a thrill in the competition.
At one point, Percy managed to knock Jason off balance, grinning triumphantly as Jason stumbled back. "Told you I'd go easy on you," Percy teased, his breath coming in short, quick bursts.
Jason straightened, wiping sweat from his brow. "You're going to regret that, Jackson."
They clashed again, harder this time, their movements a blur of strikes and counters. The watching demigods began to take notice, forming a small crowd around them, cheering and shouting in awe of the display.
Eventually, though, it was Nico who stepped in, his voice cutting through the noise. "Alright, that's enough. You two are going to kill each other, and I'd rather not be the one explaining how you both ended up in the infirmary because of a sparring match."
Percy and Jason, both panting and grinning like madmen, lowered their weapons. Percy wiped the sweat from his brow, glancing at Jason with a nod of respect. "Not bad, Grace."
Jason returned the nod, a smirk playing on his lips. "You too, Jackson. But next time, I'm winning."
"You two are hopeless." Nico sighed dramatically. "Let's keep this tour going before you get yourselves killed."
The trio wandered towards the vibrant plaza next. The energy of New Rome pulsing all around them. The sounds of laughter, the clinking of glasses from nearby stalls, and the faint melodies of a street musician strumming a guitar created an almost magical atmosphere. Jason led the way, his steps quick and confident, but there was a subtle ease in his movements, like this place made him feel at home.
"You see that fountain?" Jason said, pointing at an intricately carved marble fountain in the center of the plaza. The water sparkled under the streetlights, casting a soft glow on their faces. "During the Feast of Luna, the whole plaza gets decked out in silver and white. It's like stepping into a dream. The moon's so bright that night, it lights up the whole city."
Percy stared at the fountain, imagining the scene. "Sounds like it beats Camp Half-Blood's 'Capture the Flag' nights. I'm guessing no one tries to stab you during the feast?"
Jason chuckled. "Well, it's less violent, but there's still some chaos. Romans love their dramatic parades. You'd fit right in, actually."
Nico smirked, his hands tucked into the pockets of his black jacket. He nudged Percy lightly with his elbow. "I'd like to see you in one of those parades, Percy. They usually have centurions riding on horses. I bet you'd make a great spectacle."
Percy snorted, shaking his head. "Well, my dad is the God of Horses."
The three of them paused in front of a stall selling warm pastries. The vendor, an older woman with laugh lines etched deeply into her face, greeted them with a smile. Jason grinned at her and ordered a few pastries, handing one each to Percy and Nico. The sweet scent of cinnamon and sugar wafted up, and Percy's stomach growled in appreciation.
"Gods, this smells amazing," Percy said, biting into his pastry. "Okay, I'll admit, this place might be worth the visit just for the food."
Nico rolled his eyes but took a bite of his own, his expression softening as the warmth of the pastry spread through him. "Told you New Rome has its perks."
As they wandered through the market, Nico pointed out various stalls, describing how the Feast of Luna would transform the whole plaza. "They have these massive lanterns shaped like wolves that line the streets," Nico explained, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he talked about one of his favorite festivals. "And they have this huge bonfire right in the middle of the square. It's kind of... cathartic, watching everyone gather around the fire, celebrating the goddess."
Jason glanced at Nico with a proud smile. "You've become a regular tour guide."
Nico shrugged, but a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "Well, after spending so much time here, you pick up a thing or two."
Percy raised an eyebrow, his grin teasing. "I've never seen you so excited about something, Nico. This must be your happy place."
Nico gave him a dry look, but there was no hiding the twinkle in his eyes. "Don't push it, Jackson."
They meandered through the stalls, the soft hum of life in New Rome wrapping around them like a comforting blanket. For a moment, it didn't feel like they were demigods with the weight of the world constantly looming over them. It felt... normal. And that sense of normalcy was something rare and precious for all of them.
Jason slowed down, taking a sip from the drink he'd picked up at one of the vendors. He glanced around the plaza, his gaze lingering on the architecture of the old Roman buildings, the curved arches, and the towering columns. "You know, when I first came here, I wasn't sure I'd ever get used to it. All this history, the traditions... But now, it feels like home."
Percy nodded, his gaze following Jason's. "Yeah, I get that. Elysium Prep was like that for me, too. I didn't know if I belonged at first, but once you're in, it's like... everything makes sense."
Nico walked slightly behind them, his usual quiet presence grounding the moment. "I am quite lucky," he said softly. "I do not only feel that sense of belonging here, or at Elysium Prep, but at the Di Angelo Manor and at the Underworld as well."
There was a beat of silence, the weight of Nico's words hanging in the air. It wasn't often Nico opened up like that, and Percy and Jason exchanged a quick glance. Jason reached out and placed a hand on Nico's shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
"You fit, Nico," Jason said, his voice filled with certainty.
Percy nodded in agreement, bumping Nico lightly with his shoulder. "Yeah, you're stuck with us. No escape."
Nico gave a small laugh, but the emotion in his eyes spoke volumes. "You guys are the worst," he muttered, though there was no real heat behind his words.
