As they walk into the banquet hall, Percy couldn't help but gawk at the sheer opulence surrounding them. He had seen plenty of lavish places in his time as a demigod, but this—this was something else. The chandelier above was made entirely of diamonds, glittering like stars frozen in place. Long tables stretched across the room, each covered in gold plates and silver goblets that shimmered under the chandelier's light. Every dish imaginable was laid out, from exotic fruits that practically glowed to whole roasted animals Percy couldn't identify. It was a feast fit for Gods—and, apparently, them.

He let out a low whistle, elbowing Jason. "Dude, my mom could never pull off something like this."

Jason, stiff as a board in his formal blue outfit—adorned with sapphires that matched his eyes—didn't seem to share Percy's awe. He looked more like someone who had been volunteered for a death sentence. His posture was tense, his hands awkwardly fidgeting by his sides. Percy couldn't blame him. They were also dealing with Nico's intimidating Underworld family, it wasn't exactly an easy night out.

"Relax," Percy said, trying to force some levity into his voice, though he himself wasn't feeling all that relaxed. "It's just dinner. What could go wrong?"

Jason shot him a withering look. "You mean, aside from everything?"

"Details, details," Percy replied with a grin, but the truth was, he was just as nervous.

Nico, walking slightly ahead of them, seemed completely at ease—or as at ease as Nico could ever be. Dressed in a regal black and silver ensemble that gave off major "Prince of the Underworld" vibes, he carried himself with a confidence that Percy envied. The bones crown atop his head shimmered with a subtle glow, and it was hard not to notice the way the room seemed to bend toward him, as if even the shadows were paying attention to their ruler.

"Could you at least pretend to be nervous?" Percy muttered, catching up to Nico.

Nico glanced over, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "What's the point? My family doesn't bite... most of the time."

Jason made a choking noise. "Most of the time?"

Nico shrugged, still cool as ever. "You've met Melinoë. She can be... intense."

Jason groaned, running a hand through his blonde hair, messing it up even more. "This is going to be a disaster."

Percy clapped him on the back, harder than necessary. "C'mon, man. We've faced worse. I mean, this can't be harder than fighting a Hydra, right?"

"Yeah, except the Nemean lion didn't care if I was dating its brother."

"Touché."

They reached the grand table at the center of the room, and it wasn't hard to spot Hades at the head of it, looking regal and slightly bored, as if ruling the Underworld was an everyday nine-to-five gig. Persephone sat beside him, her grin unnervingly wide, clearly excited to see her "favorite ship" in action.

"Ah, there you are," Persephone said, her voice sugary sweet but with an undertone that made Percy think of a snake coiled in the grass. "I was wondering when you'd show up."

Jason shifted uncomfortably beside Percy, who had to bite back a laugh. He might be the son of Jupiter, but even he wasn't immune to the weird vibes of the Underworld's royal family.

"Thanks for inviting us," Percy said, doing his best to sound like he wasn't walking straight into a lion's den. "The place looks... uh, nice."

Hades arched a brow. "Nice?"

Percy stammered for a moment before Nico saved him, sliding smoothly into the seat next to his father, the picture of unbothered. "It's a lot for those not use to the opulence. What he means is, it's... impressive."

Persephone beamed at Nico. "Oh, you always know how to flatter. We did put in extra effort for this dinner."

Nico's gaze flicked toward her, his lips twitching into something that wasn't quite a smile. "I noticed."

Jason, still fidgeting awkwardly, sat down across from Nico, giving him a look that clearly said, I hate you for making me do this. Percy dropped into the seat next to Jason, flashing a smile so wide it was clearly fake. He fidgeted with his seafoam-green formal outfit adorned with pearls. He felt like a fish out of water, and Jason didn't look any better.

Across the table, Macaria gave them a nod of recognition, while Melinoë raised an eyebrow, her expression unreadable but still slightly intimidating. Zagreus, meanwhile, was busy smirking at the two of them, his posture relaxed, but there was a sharpness in his gaze that told Percy he was still keeping an eye on them. It felt less like they were dining with family and more like they were on trial. But the one who made Percy fidget with nervousness was Bianca, who wore the same mischief of her stepmother.

"So," Bianca began, her voice low and resonant, "I hear you two have been spending quite a lot of time with my fratello."

Jason stiffened, and Percy tried to play it cool. "Uh, yeah. Nico's been—"

"Good to us," Jason blurted out, voice pitched slightly higher than usual. "He's been... great."

Nico shot Jason a look that was equal parts amusement and exasperation. Percy, on the other hand, had to press his lips together to stop from laughing.

"Good," Bianca said slowly, leaning back in her chair, looking just like her father then and there. "I'm glad to hear that." She paused, letting the silence stretch out. "Because if either of you hurt him..."

Jason swallowed audibly. "We—we would never—"

"Oh, I know," Bianca interrupted, a dark smile playing on her lips. "Because if you did, you'd never see the light of day again."

Persephone tutted softly, though there was a playful glint in her eyes. "Bianca, darling, don't scare them off. They're our guests."

Percy, feeling the oppressive weight of Bianca's gaze, nodded quickly. "Right. We're—uh, definitely not planning on hurting Nico. Like, ever."

Jason's head bobbed in agreement, though his eyes were glued to his plate as if staring hard enough would get him through this ordeal unscathed.

Nico sighed heavily, leaning back in his chair. "You guys, please. Can we just... eat?"

Persephone clapped her hands, delighted. "Of course! We've got quite the spread."

Sound of golden goblets clinking together, and Percy couldn't help but let out a snicker. Pomegranate juice. Of course. Only in the Underworld would that be the go-to drink. Jason caught his eye and stifled a grin, both of them clearly remembering the time Hades himself had casually dropped a "drink up" line when they'd first met. It felt almost... normal now. Almost.

The table, though, was anything but. It stretched far, packed with foods that Percy had never seen outside of the wildest banquets at Camp Half-Blood. Roast boar with glistening skin, stuffed grape leaves that smelled like they'd been plucked from Olympus itself, golden apples, and more pastries than Percy knew what to do with. He wasn't sure what half of it was, but he wasn't about to ask. Anything from the Underworld kitchen had a 50/50 chance of being weirdly delicious or, you know, cursed.

Despite the tension, as the food was passed around, the atmosphere started to relax. Well, as much as it could with Bianca watching their every move like a hawk. Percy found himself caught between trying not to choke on his food and glancing over at Nico, who was giving him a knowing look, as if this whole dinner was some kind of private joke between them.

Macaria, sitting across from them, was the first to break the relative silence as she grinned at her younger brother. "So, Nico," she began, her voice dripping with that perfect older sibling sass, "how does it feel to finally bring home a couple of boyfriends? Thought you'd be a lone wolf forever."

Nico groaned, his face reddening slightly as he stabbed at his food. "Not you, too. You are suppose to be the sweet one!"

"Hey, you brought them here." Macaria raised an eyebrow, her grin wide and unrepentant. "It's fair game."

Percy bit his lip to keep from laughing. Nico, normally the picture of brooding calm, was clearly caught between embarrassment and exasperation. Jason, on the other hand, was nervously trying to figure out how much teasing he could take before he just melted into the floor.

"I've gotta say," Bianca chimed, her voice smooth with the slightest hint of a smirk. "Didn't think you'd manage to juggle two at once. You always seemed more of the 'one and done' type."

"Please don't say 'juggle,'" Jason muttered, burying his face in his hands as his cheeks flared red.

Percy, still grinning like an idiot, couldn't resist. "Nico's good at multitasking."

That earned him a sharp glare from Nico, but the corners of Nico's mouth twitched upward, betraying his amusement. "I swear, if you keep going, I'll shadow-travel you into the deepest pit of Tartarus."

"Promises, promises," Percy shot back, completely unfazed.

Zagreus, watching the exchange with an amused expression, leaned over the table, his gaze sharp but playful. "So, you two," he said, his eyes flicking between Percy and Jason. "How does it feel to be... what's the mortal word? Polyamorous? Must be a lot of work keeping him happy."

Jason almost choked on his drink, his eyes wide as he floundered for an answer. "Uh—I mean, we're still figuring it out—"

Percy shot a look at Nico, his eyes wide. "Just so you know, you're never allowed to make fun of my family again."

"Deal." Nico sighed.

Zagreus snorted into his cup, while Hades raised a brow at the banter, his expression unreadable but not altogether unamused. Nico's siblings were clearly having too much fun with this. They all seemed perfectly comfortable throwing Nico under the metaphorical bus. It was... nice. Weird, but nice.

Nico rolled his eyes. "You're all hilarious," he said dryly, picking at his food like he couldn't wait for the evening to end.

"You say that," Melinoë chimed in, her voice carrying that eerie edge it always had, "but deep down, you love it."

"Deep down, I'm planning your untimely demise," Nico shot back, but there was no heat to his words. It was more of a playful threat, and Melinoë cackled, clearly satisfied.

As the dinner continues, Percy and Jason can't help but exchange amused glances between bites of the elaborate feast laid out before them. The tension that once hung in the air like a storm cloud has slowly dissipated, replaced by something much more relatable—like they've accidentally stumbled into a weirdly normal family dinner, except, of course, the family members are gods who rule the Underworld.

Nico, ever the embodiment of patience and quiet suffering, sits between his parents with the kind of stoic expression Percy recognizes as a practiced mask. Every few minutes, Hades reminds Nico to eat more, his tone gruff but paternal. "The vegetables, Nico. You're not touching them."

Nico rolls his eyes but spears a piece of asparagus with the kind of resignation Percy usually associates with someone being asked to mop the Athena cabin floor. "Yes, Papa," he mutters, sounding like every teenager who's ever been lectured at the dinner table.

Jason stifles a laugh, glancing at Percy as if to say, Is this real life? Percy grins in response, swirling his goblet of pomegranate juice like he's sitting in on some strange sitcom. It's oddly comforting to see gods—the same ones who could summon armies of the dead or curse mortals for eternity—acting like slightly overbearing, typical parents.

Persephone, on the other hand, is all smiles. She keeps refilling Nico's plate with everything from roasted lamb to tiny, decorative salads that look more like they belong in a magazine spread than on a plate. "You've got to keep your strength up, darling," she coos, placing an artful portion of mashed potatoes beside his barely-touched greens. "You're leading a triad now—can't have you wasting away."

Nico looks like he's resisting the urge to bang his head against the table. Percy nudges him playfully under the table with his foot, whispering, "Hey, at least your parents aren't throwing lightning bolts at us. Count your blessings."

Nico shoots him a deadpan look, but there's a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. "I'd rather face the lightning bolts," he mutters, just loud enough for Percy to hear.

Jason, who's sitting across from them, tries to keep a straight face, but it's no use. "Seriously though, this is kind of... nice?" He tilts his head slightly, as if even he's surprised by his own words. "I mean, for an Underworld dinner, this is way more chill than I expected."

Before Percy can reply, Hades clears his throat, fixing Jason with a look that could freeze the River Styx. "I wouldn't get too comfortable," he says, his voice carrying that menacing undercurrent. "Just because I'm not launching curses doesn't mean I've forgotten who you two are."

Percy and Jason straighten up in their seats instinctively, their former ease gone in an instant. Hades' words hang in the air, a heavy reminder that despite the parental dynamic, they're still seated at the table of a god who literally controls the dead.

"I'd say you're both lucky," Hades continues, leaning back in his chair with a calculated smirk. "But don't forget, luck can run out. Quickly." He says it like he's merely discussing the weather, but there's a deliberate edge to his voice.

Jason, ever the Roman diplomat, quickly responds. "Of course, Lord Hades. We're not taking this lightly." His voice is steady, though Percy can tell he's gripping his goblet a little too tightly, his knuckles white against the polished gold.

Nico, in an effort to save them from further discomfort, finally pipes up. "Papa, relax. They're not idiots. Mostly." His dry tone makes Percy smirk, and Jason shoots him a look that says, Did he just call us idiots?

Hades grunts, his gaze softening ever so slightly, though he doesn't lose that intimidating aura. "See that you remember."

Just as the tension starts to creep back into the room, Persephone smoothly steps in to lighten the mood. "Oh, darling, stop it! You'll scare them half to death!" She gives Hades a teasing smile before turning back to Jason and Percy, her eyes bright. "You boys have nothing to worry about. Nico's father is just being protective. I think it's lovely—though he could dial it back a bit, don't you think?"

Her question is more rhetorical than anything, but Jason and Percy both chuckle awkwardly, grateful for the reprieve. Jason glances at Percy, shaking his head as if to say, Can we survive this?

Percy just raises an eyebrow, his usual snark creeping back in. Barely.

Bianca leans forward grinning mischievously. "You guys really have no idea what you've signed up for, do you?" Her voice is light, but there's a playful menace beneath it. "Dating a di Angelo? That's a lifetime of Underworld dinners, my friends."

Melinoë, sitting beside her, snickers. "Hope you're ready for eternal family gatherings. We have a lot of those down here."

Jason and Percy exchange a glance, both of them clearly trying to decide if this is a joke or a threat. Percy's the first to speak up, his voice laced with that familiar dry humor. "Oh, we're ready. I mean, how bad can it be? Just a couple of ghosts, a few curses, and some light-hearted family bickering, right?"

Zagreus laughs, shaking his head. "Yeah, you'll fit right in."

Nico, who's been trying to keep his cool throughout the entire ordeal, finally leans back in his chair, looking both exasperated and amused. "You guys are enjoying this way too much," he mutters to his siblings.

Macaria grins at him. "Oh, come on, little brother. You know we're just trying to make sure they're ready for the chaos that comes with dating you."

Jason, ever the supportive partner, chimes in. "Honestly, I think we're more than ready. Bring on the chaos."

Percy gives Nico a nudge, grinning. "Yeah, we can handle anything."

Nico rolls his eyes but can't help the small smile that creeps onto his face. Despite everything, the weirdness, the tension, and the overprotective godly family members, there's a sense of comfort that comes from being with his family—even if they're a little overwhelming.

"Well," Nico says with a sigh, looking from Percy to Jason, then back to his family. "I guess this is what I get for dating two heroes."

Jason grins. "You love it."

"Debatable," Nico mutters, but there's no hiding the warmth in his voice.

Nico leaned back in his chair, sipping from his goblet with a small smirk playing on his lips. His siblings were still teasing him, but he didn't seem to mind. In fact, there was something different about him tonight—a sense of ease Percy rarely saw in him. Nico was used to shouldering the weight of the world, always feeling like an outsider even in the company of demigods, but here, in the Underworld, surrounded by his family—even if they were Gods and a little unhinged—he looked like he finally belonged.

Percy nudged Jason with his elbow as the assortment of pastries arrived, each one more elaborate than the last. Some of them shimmered with a faint glow, others seemed to have tiny stars swirling inside, and Percy was half-convinced the eclairs were enchanted. "Look at these desserts," Percy whispered, eyeing a particularly sparkly tart. "If this is how Gods eat all the time, no wonder they don't visit the mortal world much."

Jason chuckled, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement. Percy grabbed a spoon and dug into one of the pastries that shimmered like it had been dusted with stardust. The sweetness hit him instantly, and for a moment, he could feel his senses tingle as if the dessert itself had some minor enchantment on it. "Oh man," he mumbled through a mouthful of pastry. "This is so worth the danger."

Across the table, Nico's siblings were still trading jabs about his newfound relationship. "You've really outdone yourself, little brother," Macaria teased, flicking her gaze between Jason and Percy. "Two heroes? You're really trying to corner the market on saving the world, aren't you?"

Nico rolled his eyes, but there was a glint of pride in his expression. "It's not about saving the world," he said, pushing his plate aside with a sigh. "It's about dealing with their egos."

Jason raised his hand, grinning. "Hey, I've worked really hard on maintaining this level of ego. I take pride in it."

"Same," Percy added, pointing a fork in Nico's direction. "We're exhausting, and Nico's had to put up with it for ages. He's basically a hero by association."

Nico shot them both a withering look. "You're lucky I'm in a good mood tonight," he said dryly, but there was a fondness in his voice. Even though the teasing was relentless, it was clear that this kind of banter was what Nico was used to, and surprisingly, Percy and Jason found themselves blending into the chaotic rhythm of it all.

Persephone, ever the doting goddess, clapped her hands, her eyes alight with joy. "Oh, stop being so humble, Nico! You've done so well for yourself. I couldn't be prouder." She leaned forward, her gaze moving between Percy and Jason with a glimmer of mischief. "And you two, look at how well you've fit in! You're practically family already."

She's practically glowing, her usual regal demeanor replaced by something much more playful—almost girlish—as she peppers Nico with compliments. "You have no idea about how happy I am that Nico is finally in a relationship!" she exclaims for what must be the tenth time that evening, clapping her hands together like an over-enthusiastic camp counselor. "And not just one relationship—a triad? My flowers, you're really embracing life, aren't you?"

Nico, trying his best to maintain his usual stoic expression, is failing miserably. His cheeks have taken on a rosy tint, and he stares resolutely at his plate, as if willing the ground to swallow him whole. "It's... not that big of a deal," he mutters, his voice almost inaudible.

Percy catches Jason's eye, and the two exchange a look of shared amusement. Nico being flustered was a rare, precious sight, and both of them were trying very hard not to burst out laughing.

Jason clears his throat. "I think it's a pretty big deal," he says, grinning. He was going to milk the fact that this time all of Persephone's focus was on Nico. "I mean, it's not every day we get the Goddess of Springtime fangirling over us."

Persephone beams at him, clearly delighted by the acknowledgment. "Exactly! You two are absolutely perfect for Nico. He needs people who can keep up with him, challenge him, and really understand him. I can tell you're both so devoted to him. It just makes my heart sing!" She places a hand dramatically over her chest, clearly enjoying herself.

Nico's groan is almost drowned out by the sound of Percy's barely-contained laughter. "Oh Gods, kill me now," Nico mumbles under his breath, glancing sideways at Percy with a mix of exasperation and pleading in his eyes.

Percy leans in closer, just enough so that only Nico can hear him. "No way, Death Boy. You're not getting out of this family dinner that easily." He flashes a grin, and Nico rolls his eyes, though there's a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Meanwhile, Hades has been sitting at the head of the table, his eyes narrowed in silent disapproval. Every time Percy or Jason so much as looks at Nico, Hades' gaze sharpens, like a knife being drawn. He's practically radiating overprotective dad energy, and Percy has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing out loud. The contrast between Persephone's bubbly enthusiasm and Hades' dark, brooding presence is almost too much to handle.

Jason, too, is clearly noticing the tension. He subtly shifts in his seat, trying to sit up a little straighter as if it might earn him points with the King of the Underworld. "Lord Hades," he says cautiously, his voice as respectful as possible, "we really are honored to be here. I... well, I promise we'll take care of Nico."

Hades doesn't respond right away. He just keeps staring, his expression unreadable, though there's an unmistakable glint of menace in his eyes. The room seems to cool by several degrees.

Percy, feeling like he needs to jump in before things get too awkward, nods along with Jason. "Yeah, we're serious about him," he adds, his tone genuine but still casual enough to keep things from feeling too formal. "Nico's... well, he's important to us."

For a moment, the only sound is the faint clinking of silverware as the other gods continue to eat. Hades finally shifts his gaze from Percy to Jason, then to Nico, and back again. There's a long pause—long enough that Percy starts to wonder if maybe they've just made things worse.

"I have to admit," Hades began, his voice resonating through the hall, "I'm surprised. You two," he gestured toward Percy and Jason, "seem to be handling our Nico better than expected."

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?" Jason asked, glancing nervously at Percy.

Percy, ever the diplomat, grinned. "We'll take it as one."

Hades merely inclined his head, his gaze lingering on Nico for a moment before returning to the rest of the table. "He's... complicated," Hades continued, a strange fondness threading through his words. "But it seems you've managed to deal with him quite well."

Nico muttered something under his breath, but it was lost under Bianca's voice as she leaned forward again, smirking. "So, Percy. Jason. Who's the bigger pain to deal with? Nico or, you know... your various Gods?"

Percy laughed, a little too loudly. "Oh, Nico, easily."

Jason shook his head. "Percy's just saying that because he's used to dealing with Gods. But... yeah, Nico's probably harder."

Nico's fork clattered against his plate as he glared at the both of them. "You're making me regret introducing you two."

Zagreus, eyes glinting with humor, leaned back in his chair, thoroughly enjoying himself. "They're not wrong, though."

Even Persephone joined in, giggling softly. "Oh, come now, Nico. It's good to see you with people who can handle your... particularities."

"You mean my 'endless charm?'" Nico quipped, but even he was starting to relax, despite the relentless teasing.

Percy leaned back in his chair, feeling the tension ease from his shoulders as laughter filled the room. Jason, finally letting out a breath, looked across the table at Percy and offered a small, genuine smile. Maybe this wasn't what either of them had expected when they imagined dinner with Nico's family, but it wasn't nearly as terrifying as it could have been.

In the end, Percy realized, the Underworld wasn't all doom and gloom—it was also full of family, albeit a slightly strange one. Maybe, just maybe, he and Jason were starting to fit in.

As dinner begins to wind down, Persephone catches Percy's eye and winks. "You three are going to be just fine," she says in a tone that's both comforting and mischievous. "I have a feeling this is just the beginning of something very... interesting."

Percy chuckles, raising his goblet in a mock toast. "Here's to surviving Underworld family dinners," he says, earning a round of laughs from everyone at the table—except Hades, of course, who just rolls his eyes and mutters something about "insufferable mortals."

Jason, more relaxed now, adds, "And here's to getting Nico through them without losing his mind."

Nico, who has been sitting quietly for a while, finally speaks up with a wry smile. "I think I might be the one who survives this dinner with the least amount of trauma."

Percy and Jason both laugh, and for the first time that evening, the three of them share a brief, silent moment of understanding. They're in this together, and no matter how strange or terrifying their future might be, it's starting to feel like they just might be able to handle it.

As the final course of the extravagant dinner came to an end, Percy leaned back in his chair, feeling a sense of contentment he hadn't expected when they first arrived in the Underworld. The room was suffused with the faint, eerie glow of the Underworld as Hades' voice boomed across the cavernous hall. "Remember, Nico, your mother would be proud of the man you've become." His words were a mix of pride and melancholy, echoing off the obsidian walls. Persephone, ever graceful, squeezed Nico's hand gently before drifting back to her throne beside her husband.

Nico's chest tightened. He glanced at Percy, then Jason, both of whom gave him encouraging nods. "Let's get out of here," Nico muttered, his fingers already weaving the intricate patterns of shadow travel. The world around them blurred, colors melding into a swirling vortex until—

—they stood in the luxurious living room of Nico's penthouse in New York City. The skyline stretched out before them, lights twinkling like stars fallen from the heavens. The air was thick with tension, a stark contrast to the sterile calm of the Underworld.

"Damn, that family dinner was intense," Percy remarked, running a hand through his tousled hair. He leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out over the city.

Jason chuckled, though it lacked its usual buoyancy. "Yeah, no kidding."

Nico nodded, still feeling the weight of his father's words. "I just...need to unwind. Let's forget about all that for now."

Percy turned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "How do you suggest we do that?"

Before Nico could answer, Jason spoke up. "We could watch a movie… or something more… interactive?"

Nico met Jason's gaze, seeing the unspoken invitation. He felt a pulse of heat in his chest, desire mingling with the remnants of anxiety. "Something interactive sounds perfect," he said, his voice low and gravelly.

Percy pushed off the window, his movements fluid and deliberate. "What did you have in mind?"

Jason stepped closer, his hand brushing against Nico's arm. "Maybe it's time we all let go of the day, together."

Nico swallowed hard, his body responding to the nearness of both his friends. He turned to Percy, who was watching them with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation. "You in, Jackson?"

Percy grinned, his eyes darkening with lust. "Oh, I'm definitely in."

Nico took a deep breath, letting the moment settle between them. "Alright then." He reached out, taking Percy's hand in one, Jason's in the other. "Let's make tonight count."

With a shared, silent agreement, they moved towards the expansive sofa in the middle of the room. Nico dropped onto the soft leather first, pulling Percy down beside him. Jason followed, positioning himself on Nico's other side. The space between them seemed to shrink, their bodies close enough to feel each other's warmth.

Percy leaned in, his lips brushing Nico's ear. "So, where do we start?"

Nico shivered at the sensation, his heart racing. "Anywhere you want," he breathed, turning his head slightly to meet Percy's gaze.

Jason watched them, a half-smile playing on his lips. "Maybe we should take it slow," he suggested, his voice husky. "Start with a little... exploration."

Nico nodded, his nerves tingling with excitement. He reached out, his hand hovering over Percy's chest. Percy's breathing quickened as Nico's fingers traced the contours of his shirt, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath.

"Like this?" Nico asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Percy nodded, his eyes locked on Nico's. "Exactly like that."

Jason shifted, moving closer until his knee pressed against Nico's thigh. He began to unbutton his own shirt, revealing a sliver of taut skin. "Go ahead, touch him," Jason murmured, his tone urging Nico on.

Nico's hand trembled slightly as he continued his path down Percy's torso, finally slipping under his shirt to feel the smooth expanse of his skin. Percy gasped, his body arching into the touch. "Feels good," he moaned, his voice laced with urgency.

Jason's hand slid onto Nico's shoulder, massaging gently. "Don't stop," he whispered, leaning in to brush his lips against Nico's neck.

Nico shuddered, his focus divided between the sensations Percy and Jason were eliciting. He let his hand wander lower, exploring the defined muscles of Percy's abdomen. Percy's hips bucked involuntarily, pressing harder into Nico's touch.

"More," Percy pleaded, his hands gripping the back of Nico's neck, pulling him closer.

Nico complied, his fingers tracing further down until they found the waistband of Percy's jeans. He hesitated for a moment, glancing at Jason, who nodded encouragement. "Do it," Jason urged, his own hands roaming over Nico's chest, teasing the edges of his shirt.

Gripping the zipper of Percy's jeans, Nico slowly pulled it down, revealing the tight fabric of his boxers. Percy's breath hitched, his eyes fluttering closed as Nico's fingers grazed the sensitive skin above his erection.

"Fuck," Percy groaned, his hips thrusting forward. "That feels so good."

Jason's hand joined Nico's, the two of them working in tandem to free Percy's throbbing length. Nico's mouth went dry as he saw how eagerly Percy responded, his cock jutting out, flushed and rigid.

Jason leaned in, capturing Nico's lips in a hungry kiss. Their tongues tangled, passionate and demanding. Nico's hands never stopped their ministrations, alternating between Percy's shaft and Jason's probing fingers.

Percy broke away, gasping for air. "Wait, wait...let me...

Nico's fingers curled around Percy's wrist, guiding him with a firm yet gentle touch. Percy's hand trembled slightly as it hovered over Jason's straining erection, the heat radiating from Jason's body making Percy's skin tingle. Nico's eyes locked onto Percy's, his dark irises shimmering with unspoken desire and encouragement.

"Go on," Nico whispered, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down Percy's spine. "Feel him."

Percy swallowed hard, his throat dry. He could feel the weight of Jason's gaze on him, heavy with anticipation. Slowly, almost reverently, Percy's fingers closed around Jason's cock, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Jason. The skin was warm and smooth, pulsing beneath Percy's touch. Jason's hips twitched involuntarily, a small, desperate movement that spoke volumes.

"Gods, Perce," Jason murmured, his voice thick with arousal. "Don't stop."

Nico watched with rapt attention, his own erection pressing against the fabric of his jeans, a constant reminder of his own needs. He slid his hand up Percy's arm, tracing the muscles before settling on Percy's shoulder. His thumb brushed against the sensitive skin there, sending a jolt of pleasure through Percy's body.

"You're doing great," Nico said, his tone soothing yet charged with electricity. "Now, move your hand."

Percy nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. He began to stroke Jason, his movements slow and deliberate. The sound of Jason's soft moans filled the room, mingling with the rhythmic slickness of skin on skin. Nico's free hand moved to Jason's back, his fingers digging into the tense muscles there, massaging away the tension.

"That's it," Nico encouraged, his voice a low rumble. "Keep going."

Jason's head fell back, his eyes fluttering closed as he surrendered to the sensations. His breath came in ragged gasps, each exhale a choked-off groan. Percy's hand became slick with pre-cum, the scent of musk filling the room, intoxicating and primal. Nico leaned in close, his lips brushing against Jason's ear.

"You like that, don't you?" Nico whispered, his breath hot against Jason's skin.

Jason shuddered, his response barely audible. "Yes… yes, I do."

Nico's grin was predatory, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He shifted his position, dropping to his knees in front of Jason, his gaze never leaving Percy's face. With a deft motion, Nico undid his jeans, releasing his own aching erection. He stroked himself slowly, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure, his other hand still on Percy's shoulder.

"Now, Percy," Nico said, his voice commanding. "Take Jason in your mouth."

Percy's eyes widened, but he didn't hesitate. He leaned forward, his lips parting as they hovered just above Jason's throbbing cock. The taste of salt and musk hit him immediately, making his mouth water. He took Jason into his mouth, sucking gently as he adjusted to the sensation. Jason's hands found Percy's hair, gripping it lightly as he guided Percy's head.

Nico's hand tightened on Percy's shoulder, urging him on. "That's right. Suck him like you mean it."

Percy's cheeks hollowed as he applied more suction, his tongue swirling around the head of Jason's cock. The sounds of their mingled breathing and the wet noises of Percy's mouth filled the room, creating a symphony of lust. Nico's hand slid down to Percy's waist, his thumb tracing lazy circles on Percy's hipbone.

"You're such a good boy, Percy," Nico murmured, his voice dripping with approval. "So, eager to please."

Percy's pulse raced at Nico's words, his entire focus narrowing down to the task at hand. He bobbed his head faster, taking more of Jason into his mouth. Jason's grip on Percy's hair tightened, his nails grazing Percy's scalp as he thrust his hips in time with Percy's movements.

"Fuck… Percy…" Jason groaned, his voice breaking. "You're killing me…"

Nico's free hand moved to his own cock, stroking in time with Percy's movements. His gaze flicked between Percy and Jason, his expression one of pure, unbridled hunger. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Jason's thigh, tasting the sweat and musk that clung to his skin.

"Let's give Percy something to really enjoy," Nico suggested, his tone mischievous. "How about you bend over for us, Jason?"

Jason hesitated for only a moment before nodding, his breaths coming in short, frantic bursts. He stepped away from Percy's mouth, the loss of contact making Percy whimper in protest. Without a word, Jason positioned himself over the edge of the bed, his ass presented invitingly to both of them.

Nico's eyes gleamed with anticipation as he stood, his cock standing straight and proud. He glanced at Percy, a challenge in his eyes. "Ready for this?"

Percy moved with practiced ease, positioning himself behind Nico. The room was filled with the soft hum of anticipation and the faint scent of their mingled arousal. Nico's heart raced as he felt Percy's hands on his hips, steadying him, guiding him. He glanced over his shoulder, meeting Percy's gaze, which was dark with desire and something deeper—connection.

"Ready?" Percy whispered, his breath warm against Nico's ear.

Nico nodded, unable to form words. His throat was tight with a mix of fear and exhilaration. Percy's fingers traced the curve of his hip before dipping lower, spreading Nico's cheeks with gentle pressure. The cool air brushed against Nico's exposed skin, making him shiver, but it was quickly replaced by the warmth of Percy's touch.

Jason watched from the side, his own erection throbbing in time with the escalating tension in the room. He could see the way Nico's muscles tensed, the way his breath hitched as Percy's fingers probed at his entrance. Jason's hand slid down to his own cock, giving it a slow, steady stroke, his eyes never leaving Nico's face.

"Just relax," Percy murmured, leaning in to kiss the back of Nico's neck. "Let me take care of you."

Nico let out a shaky breath, trying to let go of the nervous energy that buzzed through him. He felt Percy shift slightly, aligning himself perfectly. Then, there was the first press of flesh against flesh, and Nico bit back a gasp, his body instinctively tensing again.

"Easy," Percy soothed, pulling back slightly before pushing in again, more insistently this time.

Nico clenched his fists, gripping the sheets beneath him. The sensation was overwhelming, a sharp contrast between the fullness inside him and the emptiness everywhere else. He could feel every inch of Percy's length as it stretched him, filling him. It hurt, but not unbearably so; there was a strange pleasure buried deep within the pain.

"That's it," Percy encouraged, his voice gruff with strain. "Take it slow."

Nico nodded again, his vision swimming with stars as Percy continued to push forward, inch by agonizing inch. He could hear Jason's breathing, shallow and rapid, and it added another layer of intensity to the moment. Finally, finally, Percy was fully seated inside him, and Nico let out a low moan, half pain, half relief.

"You're doing so good," Percy whispered, his lips brushing against Nico's sweat-dampened skin. "Feel so good, babe."

Nico shuddered at the endearment, feeling a flush spread across his cheeks. He could feel Percy pulsing inside him, thick and hot, and the realization that someone else could make him feel this way was almost too much to bear.

Jason stepped closer, his hand reaching out to cup Nico's cheek. "Look at me," he commanded softly, his thumb brushing gently over Nico's skin.

Nico turned his head, his dark eyes locking with Jason's blue ones. There was a tenderness in Jason's gaze that made Nico's chest ache, a promise of safety amidst the chaos of their current situation.

"I'm right here," Jason murmured, leaning in to press a soft kiss to Nico's lips. "We're all in this together."

Nico swallowed hard, feeling tears prick at the corners of his eyes. He wasn't sure if it was the intensity of the moment or the sheer relief of being understood, but he felt a surge of emotion that threatened to overwhelm him.

Before he could respond, Percy began to move, pulling back slowly before thrusting forward again. Each movement was deliberate, calculated to maximize Nico's pleasure while minimizing his discomfort. Nico bit his lip, his whole body trembling with each thrust, his mind a whirlwind of sensation.

Jason's hand moved away from Nico's face, sliding down to grip his own erection once more. He stroked himself in time with Percy's movements, his gaze flickering between Nico's face and the rhythmic motion of Percy fucking into him. The sight was intoxicating, a perfect blend of intimacy and raw sexuality.

"Fuck," Jason muttered under his breath, his strokes growing faster, more urgent. "You two are killing me."

Percy chuckled darkly, his grip tightening on Nico's hips. "Hold on, we're just getting started."

With that, Percy changed the angle of his thrusts, hitting a spot inside Nico that made him cry out, his voice breaking on the edge of a sob. It was too much, too intense, and yet he couldn't bring himself to stop it. He needed this, needed them, more than he'd ever needed anything in his life.

Jason took advantage of Nico's distraction, moving around to kneel beside Percy. He reached out, his fingers wrapping around Percy's erection, stroking him in time with his own thrusts. Percy hissed through his teeth, his hips stuttering as Jason's skilled hand worked its magic.

"Good?" Jason asked, his voice rough with effort.

Percy nodded, his eyes squeezed shut as he concentrated on maintaining control. "Gods, yes. Keep going."

Jason obliged, his strokes becoming more insistent, his thumb occasionally grazing the head of Percy's cock, adding an extra layer of stimulation. Percy gasped, his thrusts becoming more erratic, driven by the dual sensations of Nico's tight heat and Jason's expert touch.

Nico could feel the change in pace, the way Percy's thrusts were becoming less about control and more about need. He arched his back, trying to angle himself to meet Percy's motions, desperate for more, for everything they had to offer.

"Please," Nico whimpered, his voice barely audible. "More."

Percy growled in response, picking up the pace, slamming into Nico with bruising force. Nico cried out, his nails digging into the sheets beneath him as he tried to hold on, to stay grounded amid the storm of sensation.

"Fuck, Nico," Percy panted, his voice ragged. "So tight. So good."

Jason watched, his own need mounting with each passing second. He could feel his orgasm building, pressing against the walls of his restraint. He wanted to come, needed to come, but he knew they weren't quite there yet.

"Switch," Jason said suddenly, his voice commanding. "Let me have him."

Percy hesitated, his brow furrowing in confusion. "What?"

"Switch," Jason repeated, more urgently this time. "I need to be inside him. Now."

Percy blinked, his brain struggling to keep up with the sudden shift in plans. But then he saw the look in Jason's eyes, the raw desperation, and he understood. Without another word, he pulled out of Nico, swiftly moving aside to make room for Jason.

Nico moaned at the loss of Percy's presence, his body twitching in protest. But before he could register more than a fleeting sense of emptiness, Jason was there, lining himself up with Nico's entrance.

"Shit," Jason muttered, his breath hitching as he pushed in. "Fuck, Nico, you're so tight."

Nico's world narrowed to the point of entry, the stretch, the burn. It was different with Jason, but no less intense. If anything, having both of them inside him, even if not simultaneously, was pushing him closer to the edge than he'd ever been before.

"Yes," Nico gasped, his voice breaking. "More. Please."

Jason didn't waste any time, thrusting into Nico with the same urgency that Percy had shown. Nico's body bucked under the dual assault, his mind reeling with the sensory overload.

Percy watched, his hand still wrapped around his own cock, stroking himself in time with Jason's thrusts. He could see the way Nico's face contorted with pleasure, the way his body trembled with each impact. It was beautiful, raw, and utterly consuming.

"Come on, Nico," Percy urged, his voice thick with need. "Let go. Let us give you everything."

Nico's vision blurred, tears slipping down his cheeks as he finally surrendered to the wave of ecstasy crashing over him. He came with a strangled cry, his body shuddering violently as he spilled onto the sheets beneath him.

Jason followed him over the edge, his thrusts growing erratic as he erupted inside Nico, his seed joining Percy's in filling Nico completely.

Percy watched them both, his own release building rapidly. He tightened his grip on his cock, stroking himself harder, faster, until he too was spilling over, his cum splattering onto Nico's back and the sheets below.

The room was filled with the sounds of their labored breathing, the mingled scents of sweat and sex, the sight of three bodies locked in a tangle of limbs and desires.