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He didn’t even realize when Will came back into the room until he felt his boyfriend’s weight sink onto the bed next to him. Nico opened his eyes.
It was unfair. Even after the commotion of yesterday as well as all the disasters that followed all throughout this porco dio di giornata, Will still looked so ridiculously hot. The way his golden curls (glowy and radiant, like a personal portable sun) framed his beautiful blue eyes that gazed at Nico with such tenderness, the way his full lips curved upwards and made it seem like he was always smiling… Everything about Will exuded such warmth and gentleness.
Nico’s skin erupted into goosebumps. The ephemeral flutterings of countless skeletal butterflies filled his belly with anticipation that became even more unbearable once he saw the way Will’s expression softened upon noticing the cuddled Loneliness — one of Nico’s demonic children — in Nico’s arms.
“Everything okay?”
The sound of that honeyed voice had him burning with desire. Not even the memories brought on by Loneliness’s snuggles were enough to stem the tide of craving from overwhelming him. He hurriedly let go of the Cocoa Puff right as the shadows of lust began to wind around his limbs. It scurried away back to the demonic cuddle puddle on the comforter.
“A little better,” Nico admitted. “But I could use a hug.” He could use other things too. Will’s hands, or lips, or even his-
The inside of his knees purpled with embarrassment. A plethora of white lights began to shine amidst the deep indigo hues of his seams and he could see the way Will was already tracing them with his eyes. The lights were like tiny stars, glowing gently in the exact spaces and shapes where Nico’s moles had all used to be once upon a time.
Back then, his appearance had changed so drastically. His hair and eyes had turned darker and his olive-toned skin had lost all its color as life had been sapped away by both circumstance and divine will. The various moles on his face and body — all of which he had enjoyed greatly for they had either resembled tiny constellations or directly mirrored the blemishes on his mother or sister — had all disappeared as well, leaving his body a colorless dull paysage of nothing but haunting white and eerie black, occasionally interspersed with the pulsating blood-red of his mucosa. It had been as if somebody had ground down at him until all that was left was calcite and bone.
He had spent so long mourning for the last remains of his sister, his mother, his connection to them… He had hated himself every time he looked at a reflective surface. For the longest time, it had been just one more reason to hate himself.
Now, to have met Will — his actual soulmate — who loved and desired him so much, to have become one with him the way he never thought he would have been able to do with anybody… It was so freeing. That said union had brought back some of the parts of himself he liked the most… That was simply beyond exalting. Even now, when Will looked at him with that heated gaze, Nico could feel his own toes curling with the exhilaration of it all.
“Favorite tool in my arsenal,” Will’s smile tilted attractively.
Nico’s breath hitched. It was unfair, utter cheating. Nico was the Ghost King, a son (and ambassador) of the King of the Underworld, a survivor. He wasn’t meant to be like this: trembling and needy, heaving for breath at the unuttered promise of being touched. And yet…
The purple and the constellations spread across his body more and more, his nails, the tips of his fingers, painting completely black as his desire grew. His eyelids felt so heavy, his lashes like frost-covered smoke that just weighed them down in an effort to hide the fact that his pupils had dilated to the point where his eyes had turned completely liquid, dripping shadows and stardust all down his face in tingling rivulets.
The crown of Will’s hair lit up like a halo. He laid down on the bed, careful not to touch the demonic cuddle pile and held Nico in his warm embrace. It was not a polite movement. His boyfriend was trying to be nonchalant, Nico could tell, but Will’s desire was too obvious even before it began to poke at Nico’s bony hip. His hair was too bright, his body temperature too hot, his movements too hurried.
It woke up some of the Puffs, jostling them out of their cuddle-nap on the comforter and causing them to bump and yip and roll over one another, contours blurring as if they were considering fusing together. For a second, Nico’s heart shuttered in fright. The Puffs, however, were simply amused. They began to playfully shove at each other — oddly reminding Nico of bumper cars in the amusement park he and Will had gone to once for a date — and letting out excited chirps and trills. Whatever that had been about, had clearly been great fun for them, and soon they began to roll off the side of the bed or jump from one pillow to another as if they were the world’s most independent popcorn kernels.
Despite the enthusiasm, their exhaustion must have been significant. It wasn’t long before they simply settled on a bunk nearby and fell asleep into a giant amorphous blob of puffed up snoozing demons. It was as if they had built their own private room — a little, floating ‘blanket’ fort all of their own; one private enough to enjoy their sleep undisturbed yet near enough to Nico to be able to seek him out for comfort should they need it. It was positively adorable.
Nico felt like his heart would melt at the sight. He loved them so much. They were his. A family that he got to have and keep and share with Will, the man he loved. The same man who loved him back.
The corners of his mouth tugged upwards. His boyfriend was so good. Handsome and radiant and strong and kind. Nico loved him so much sometimes the feeling choked him. He was addicted to it.
Will’s strong arms tightened around his waist, scorching breath right at the base of Nico’s neck and just like that, the heat — that had been temporarily subdued — creeped back into the marrow of Nico’s bones.
He bit his lips to squash down the pathetic whimper threatening to come out of his throat. His Adam's apple bobbed and immediately Will’s lips were on it. Nico nearly cried. He felt so hot, so needy, his dick was so unbearably hard; already leaking precum between his legs. He felt like he was being bathed in liquid sunlight, in the heat of summer. He felt like he was dying of thirst.
Teeth sunk into pale tender flesh. Nico’s vision swam, specks of white and flecks of gold erupting in front of his eyes as plump pomegranate seeds began to spill their crimson juices all over Will’s scorching lips. Nico felt like his entire body was blooming. It reminded him of the Door of Orpheus a couple of months ago. Then, Will had sung and not only had the door opened but flowers — yellow like the sun — had bloomed and thrived around it. Nico wondered sometimes if it had been the Curse of Delos. It would be fairly fitting given it was the only place where Nico would have (and had been) able to ‘give birth’.
“You’re distracted…” Will murmured, tracing Nico’s lips with his tongue.
“Am not.” Nico whispered just as quietly. “I was simply reminiscing.”
Will let out a hum right against his collarbone that had Nico clenching. “About them?” His head tilted to the side to indicate the Puffs that were still snoozing in their private ‘half-dimension’ the ‘room’ over.
Nico could only nod, mind already teetering into the craving for pleasured delirium. Will huffed out a laugh. One of his hands cupped Nico’s face tenderly while the other began to creep under his shirt.
“If you’re wanting to get pregnant again…” Warm, calloused fingers splayed open over the toned flesh of Nico’s belly. “I’ll certainly try my best.”
The length of those fingers spanned the entirety of Nico’s waist. He felt so dizzy, his thoughts heady with desire, heavy with lust and unbearable craving that coiled in his veins and bloomed bruising nebulae all over his skin. His stomach was fluttering with ghostly butterflies, his hole clenching around the tiny rivulets of precum that managed to leak between his legs — trapped as they were in those jeans — and he wished, more than anything, that both of them were already naked and intertwined.
More than that, he wished that Will was as affected as him…
A flash of irritation cut through him — the only identifiable emotion in the haze of desire and need — and the words came tumbling out of him before he could stop them. “Is that why you were flirting with her earlier? Were you trying to give Jealousy a sibling?”
Will’s ministrations paused completely. His hand was resting right on the edge of Nico’s abdomen and pelvis, where it pulsed heat in the same rhythm as Will’s beating heart.
“I wasn’t flirting.” He spoke seriously, blue eyes shining with earnestness.
“You were.” Nico hissed and propped himself up on his elbows. “You kept gushing about her beauty. To her face. I know that ever since we… cough, slept together you have been more in-tune with your dad’s domains and personalities and… whatever else but…” He slumped back down on the bed again with dejection.
This was utterly unfair. He did not want to be jealous. He hated how insecure it made him and, more importantly, he hated how much he ended up avoiding picking up Jealousy as a result. The Puff did not deserve that. It wasn’t its fault that it was the manifestation of the emotion Nico most hated to experience because it made him feel unreasonably petty and bitter.
Nico had always worried about being unloved by anybody, about not having a soulmate. It was why he had hated that myth. He hadn’t realised that one day something would scare him even more. That he would one day be worrying about living in the shadow of another. Still, unlike Anna, Nico would not really have a God to pray to. His father would not involve himself in such matters unless potentially to smite Will, and it had been a long time since Nico had had to contemplate what the existence of several pantheons meant for the existence of a God. No matter how much his mother had believed in it.1
Will’s expression shifted as he tenderly caressed the scars on Nico’s face. “I wasn’t flirting.” He repeated, voice even more solemn than before. “I was surprised by her appearance and I was enthusiastic of finally seeing an empousa with my own eyes. But I wasn’t flirting. You know this, right?”
Nico didn’t answer. He simply looked away to the side, bitter and regretful that he had spoken. He could feel his teeth grinding, the sound unpleasant like nails on a chalkboard but he couldn’t bear to look at Will in that moment. Logically, he knew Will was right. Will loved him. That he fell secure enough in the relationship to be able to objectively comment on other people’s appearances was, notionally, a good thing.
But it didn’t feel that way. Apollo was flighty. All sun-related deities were to an extent, he supposed, it was the nature of their warmth and the associations they represented and whatever had happened to Will — well, to both him and Nico, really — during their first time it had certainly… created quite the cascade effect. Nico’s powers were stronger now. He was more connected to the Underworld and to his own emotions, even more so than he had been after Tartarus. Often, he would be overcome by a sensation and, upon coming back to himself, would find the ground churned over, bones protruding, grasping, climbing their way out of it when such a feat would have made him fall asleep nigh on instantaneously before. He knew that Will was the same. They had spoken about it. The way Will would sometimes see something, and its beauty and vitality would be so striking, so much more obvious with Will’s new… powers and attunement that, sometimes, it would drive his common sense away. It was understandable. Everything looked much more radiant to Will now, drawing him in with Life that pulsed out of it. Nico knew that. He trusted Will, knew that his boyfriend would never hurt him, knew that Will was well-aware of the depth and nature of Nico’s insecurities, as well as the importance of the whole ‘soulmates’ reveal to them both. Nico had seen it. Could see it in the way Will was uncomfortable around Jealousy too, could feel it even now in the flowers — the gladioli as they had found out they were called — blooming around Nico’s neck. Their translucent flesh petals opening and flowering, revealing the red pomegranate fruit underneath; tempting Will to dig into them, to seek out Nico’s juices… to devour him.
Will’s fingers traced the seam of his lips before slipping inside. They caressed Nico’s teeth and played with his wet red tongue. “You’ve got nothing to worry about. Not from me. I love you. I’ve loved you since before I knew what it felt to love a person like that. Nothing can compare with you and I don’t want them to try either.” The fingers slid further down his throat. “You are enough, Nico.”
Nico choked; whether on the fingers or the words he knew not and cared even less. You are enough. What a phrase. When had he ever been enough for anybody? Not for Bianca when she had run off to the Hunters, not for Percy or Annabeth or anybody on the Argo when they had nearly left him to die, not for Hazel who had built her own life and found happiness even in the midst of tragedy. What was Nico but an omen of death? Everybody whom he had ever loved had died — his mother, his sister, Hazel (even if that had been before Nico’s ‘time’ ), Jason (twice), even Leo (although Nico had certainly been less devastated about this compared to everything else.) Even Dakota — somebody who had shown kindness to him and Hazel — had not been safe from tragedy. Reyna was alive and healthy, true, but she had also joined the Hunters so Nico preferred to think about that particular course of events as little as possible. If he were to lose another sister due to the Hunt… He was unsure as to what he would do but it may very well had been the one thing to push him from passively suicidal into actively so. If something were to happen to Will, Nico would be unable to bear it. Death, a break up, even another lover… it mattered not. Nico would not stick around to bear such rejection. He would not be strong enough. He could only hope that he would have enough of his consciousness and morality left to not take everything else with him as well.
Whatever. He had enough stressors today to dwell on such miserable conundrums. He focused instead on hollowing out his cheeks, enjoying the way Will lit up in response. The hiss his boyfriend let out sounded like steam coming out of a teapot.
If his mouth had been free, he would have smiled smugly in response. As it stood, he settled on raising his eyebrow, knowing full well how obvious the mirth would be in his eyes.
Will huffed out a laugh and slid his fingers even further back; the path they traced — the entire length of Nico’s tongue all the way to the root, his soft palate, his uvula — it was all set aflame. Nico could feel the drool pooling in his mouth, clinging to his teeth, leaking out in sticky shiny rivulets from where his lips gaped open. Neither of them had lost a single article of clothing and yet he already felt on the verge of being driven insane. He dared not think about what he looked like — messy hair, dark streaks of shadows and stardust smeared down his face like cheap make-up as he drooled and panted over a few fingers being shoved into his mouth, restricting his air and taunting him with the fact that they weren’t a different appendage entirely.
Will pulled himself closer, opening his mouth to whisper something again but Nico had lost all patience. His hands were already tugging Will’s shirt free, unbuckling his belt, clawing at the bits of skin they could find. His actions were so hurried and desperate that he could feel Will’s smug smirk the entire time and yet Nico didn’t care. He began to take off his own clothes too, the material catching as a result of his impatience and he let out a growl of pure threat when his shirt got caught onto the zipper of his jeans.
Will shoved his fingers even further down, completely cutting off the sound. “Shh, darling. Don’t wake them up.”
Oh… He had forgotten about the sleeping Puffs… Even if their little ‘shadowblanket’ fort cuddle pile could technically qualify as them being in a different room… Nico definitely didn’t want to risk making too much noise.
It was difficult to focus on any coherent thought. The fingers were so deep inside his throat, and they were so warm and thick, their callouses felt so good… Nico’s eyes were watering. Tears, stardust, sweat… it all dripped down his face in an expression of pure debauchery. He shadow-travelled his clothes — both of their clothes in fact — away and hoped they had ended up on the floor or on a different bunk, rather than in Suzhou2 or another location he was prone to accidentally ending up in.
“So eager.” Will’s smile was like a brand on Nico’s shoulder. “That mean you're wantin’ me to be rough? Or you’d rather I give you the princess treatment?”
His tone was slightly mocking but his eyes shone with concern. It warmed Nico’s heart. Truthfully, Will did not have to reassure him. Gorgyra’s words, the trip to Tartarus, even the fact that Will was helping him with the Puffs… those were all a much better representation of Will’s devotion. It was therefore unnecessary for such reassurances and concerns.
However… Nico would be lying if he said that he did not crave it still. Will’s strength, his gentleness, his roughness… Nico wanted it, wanted all of it. The kind, the mean, the arrogant, the insecure… It mattered not. He wanted Will to give him everything, to take full possession of his body in as many ways as he could.
It was a yearning he often had. Ever since he had learned what it felt to be so intimately connected, ever since he had let Will eat at him until they were both overstimulated into unconsciousness, ever since then, that burning need hadn't disappeared. Had it not been for the fact that the Puffs were so young, Nico would have had no reservations of attempting to have Will inside him, in some capacity, at all times. He felt insatiable. Even now he bitterly lamented the fact that it was not Will’s cock currently gagging and choking him.
He was too distracted by delicious fantasies to respond. Will tsked quietly and his fingers pressed down.
An inferno of raw lust exploded on Nico’s tongue. It made him nearly leap out of his skin. He whimpered — the sound pathetic and wanton — and the fingers curled. His eyes watered even more. With trembling hips, he attempted to sway slightly — to get the fingers deeper inside, to get his legs closer to Will's hard cock that even now drove him completely mad with lust; its scorching precum dripping into pools of bright sunlight right onto Nico’s skin. He wanted it inside.
The fingers left without preamble. Thin strings of saliva connected them to his panting mouth and the sight rendered Will’s gaze even hotter. Nico felt like he was in a desert — a place of scorching sun and boundless death — where the only salvation was the one his boyfriend held in his wonderful hands. The thirst was unbearable. He wanted it shoved inside himself immediately.
It took all his self-restraint to not cry out at the loss. He felt deeply upset, a fine coat of tears — one he desperately attempted to persuade himself were simply physiological — covered his eyes, the cold making them cling to his eyelashes like frost on a spider web.
His entire stomach clenched.
“Awww,” Will cooed at him, gripping his face in one big warm hand. “You're so adorable. You get so needy just from my fingers down your pretty throat. You wanting them to play with something else?”
Nico’s hole fluttered. Had he not been out of his mind with lust, he would have gritted his teeth at the smug grin on Will’s face as a result.
Those deft, warm fingers began to rub at his rim, the callouses dragging tantalizing around the sensitive opening and Nico’s pulse surged. His eyes fluttered closed, his whole body trembling, shivering as his legs opened almost of their own accord. He felt Will’s amused huff right against his chest, the hot breath making his already sensitive skin erupt into goosebumps as Will’s tongue wrapped around his nipples. He nearly howled. He would have, had Will’s hand — the one that had been gripping his face and prior to that had been irrumating3 him — covered his nose and mouth.
The sound died in his throat. He couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't do anything as that searing grip wrapped around his hips; spreading him further apart, lifting his legs in an obscenely exposing angle. Everything inside him burned: his lungs, his eyes, his belly. Will’s precum dripped onto his entrance like magma; Nico could feel it pulsing with vitality at the same pace with which Will’s teeth tugged at his poor abused nipples and he found himself delirious with unbearable lust. He felt insatiable.
The hand blocking his nose and mouth didn't let go. It stayed there, unfaltering, as Will took him completely apart.
Nico found himself lost in the sensation, sinking into it like molasses, like heated sugar. Will’s tongue was like nectar — wet and scorching hot — as it lapped and sucked at his nipples, alternating between them in equal measure, only occasionally interrupted by the sting of teeth. From time to time, that warm calloused hand would pinch or roll the one that was being neglected but most of his boyfriend’s ministrations were concentrated below.
Those wonderful hands were playing with him, fingering him within an inch of his life all the while his airways were completely blocked. He felt so dizzy, his mind and though heady, submerged in the hazed delirium of unbearable lust. He could feel his own pulse in every tender part of himself. It thumped rhythmically with the pace of the fingers inside him, with the indulgent asphyxiation intoxicating him in its sunlit haze.
He was on the verge of losing consciousness when Will’s grip finally allowed him reprieve.
He gulped down the air eagerly. His eyes and mouth were now as wet as his entrance. Tears and saliva, dark streaks of stardust and cosmic shadows, the purple hues of nebulae marred his face with debauchery, betraying the true extent of the pleasure wreaking havoc on his body. Will was sucking at his chest with the fervor of a dying man while his fingers dragged and curled at Nico’s tender insides, slick with herbal sap.
Nico’s mouth opened but he didn't manage to say anything before his air was getting restricted again. He whimpered. He shot a glare at Will but strongly suspected he looked too pathetic for the look to achieve anything beyond raw provocation.
He was right. Will just raised an eyebrow at him and left his chest after one last harsh suck. Nico didn't dare look down. He could feel the hickeys and teeth marks, as well as the copious amount of saliva, that painted his chest as a result of his boyfriend's efforts.
“Was worth the attempt.” Will whispered smugly. “Your milk would be so tasty.”
He had to blink a few times before the words registered. He attempted to sit forward, nearly launching himself in shamed outraged but Will just tsked and pushed him back down.
“Don't be bratty with me. Spanking you would make too much noise.” His blue eyes — immaterial and swaying with hot steam — glinted with a golden hue. “Think I can't see your hole clenching?” His fingers began to toy with the rim. “Think I can't sense how wet you wanna get for me?”
Nico glared at him but his body betrayed him. His spine curved, legs opening even more, rising higher to expose his entrance even more.
Will grinned. His hands — already coated with whatever herbal salve or oil or whatever the fuck it was they produced now — were already teasing. They alternated between soothing rubs and playfully spreading him, exposing his sensitive insides to the warm air, in a positively maddening sequence. He had no idea how long Will played with him like this.
At some point during this sweet torture, one of Will's hands left his body. The whine had already been halfway out of Nico’s throat when it nearly choked him. Will spat into the hand — the action clearly nothing but something to facilitate the slide of the event to come — and Nico felt like somebody had set fire to his skin.
He grabbed a pillow that had been tossed to the side and pressed it down onto his own face — hard enough to feel his nose bridge beginning to fracture — just to moan in peace. No sooner had the sound died out was the pillow snatched away by a single lightning-fast motion. He met Will’s wild gaze.
His boyfriend didn't speak but it wasn't necessary. Nico could see the brightness of his hair, could feel the burning temperature of his skin, could see the way his throat jumped with feral lust that bared his teeth as if he were an animal about to devour Nico alive.
He shivered. He wanted Will to consume all of him.
The slow spreading grin on his boyfriend’s face was so brilliant, so inhuman, that when Will opened his mouth to whisper, the discordant sound was enough to set the blood in Nico’s veins on fire.
“Oh?” Will hummed, his voice both musical and disturbing in equal measure. “What’d you want me to do instead? Hmm?”
He had to grit his teeth to not moan whorishly yet, once again, his body betrayed him. It trembled even harder and he didn't need to dare look at Will’s gorgeous face or that feral expression to know just how obvious his own arousal was. Not when everything in Nico’s body thrummed with desperation and need, not when his hole clenched pathetically around nothing but air.
Will’s curls flared and for half a second his hair had turned into a blazing inferno of raw sunlight before he managed to calm down enough. That didn't change his eyes though. Those wonderful sky blue eyes, flecked with flecks of pure gold bared down on Nico with all the intensity of a heat stroke.
Nico felt like he’d burn up from lust.
Will smiled widely at him, expression deceptively gentle before it turned predatory as his hands pulled Nico further down the bed, exposing him even more. Will’s eyes burned like sin.
“Words, darling.” He purred, wet hand — the one he had spat into — playfully taunting Nico’s rim. “What’s got you begging for me?”
“I was not begging.” Nico grumbled, lying through his teeth.
“Hmm? Weren't you?” Will’s tone was borderline mocking. “So you're not wanting me to fuck you screaming and choke the moans out of your throat? You weren't just sluttily clenching down on nothing because I spat into my hand?”
The hand at Nico’s entrance glided teasing over Nico’s body. It caressed everything in its way — Nico’s navel, his hip bones, his taut abdomen, his nipples, even his neck. It set everything aflame. Nico felt like he was burning up, like he’d choke on his own passionate inferno and the feeling intensified once that hand wrapped around his neck. It tightened, only briefly, and Nico could feel the sunburn blooming underneath it like a collar.
His stomach clenched, his dick pitifully trembling against his belly — wet and shiny and sticky with its own pre cum — and he didn't have to look at Will’s delighted expression to know that his boyfriend had noticed Nico clenching around air again and spreading his legs even wider.
“Good boy.” Will praised, his fingers moving up to slip into Nico’s mouth again, blocking the whines from breaking the silence of the dark room. “So well behaved. What reward would you like?”
The question appeared genuine but Nico was not allowed to answer. Will’s fingers were slipping in and out of his mouth, curling against the sensitive parts of his throat all the while his boyfriend’s thick cock pulsed with heat right against Nico’s rim.
Nico couldn't speak. Every time he tried, those fingers would press down and the sound — along with the delicious flow of much-needed air — would die out completely as a result. He couldn't breathe and he couldn't think and it was such a wonderful sensation. He was completely at Will’s mercy, his entire life and fate in his boyfriend's, his soulmate’s, hands, and it was the most pleasurable delirium he had ever known. He was so wet, so hard, so flushed; he was getting drunk on his own lust. The dark star gladioli at his throat, the pomegranate seeds within, the shadows and stars that sprawled all across his skin… it was all such a heady feeling, it showcased his arousal so thoroughly that he couldn't even hide should he have wished to. His dark nails, his smeared eyeliner-like marks, his trembling body… they were all undeniable, unmistakable. They all betrayed how deep his need to be possessed by Will went.
He wanted to feel Will so deep inside himself, the very marrow of his bones ached with the need for it.
“Tell me.” Will whispered. His hot breath caressed the shell of Nico’s ear right before a scorching hot wet tongue began to prod at the opening. “Why’d you react like that? Hm?”
But Nico didn't answer, couldn't answer; not with those fingers still irrumating and choking him. He glared and Will's grin widened audaciously.
“Was it because I spat in my hand? Ought I’ve done that to you instead?”
Nico couldn't help it. He moaned, jaw falling as his back arched. Will’s eyes widened in alarm and immediately his hand moved to grip Nico’s face, clamping his mouth shut and completely blocking off his nose as well.
“Shh.” Will hissed, pressing him down onto the bed. “If you’re wanting to get fucked so badly, you’ll need to be quiet and not wake them up.”
Nico looked up at him, feeling like his whole head was steaming. His eyes, his sinuses, his throat, everything burned and it felt so unfathomably good he just wanted Will to soothe that burning thirst already.
He must have looked really pitiful as in the next moment his boyfriend smiled gently and relaxed some of the pressure on Nico’s mouth and nose.
“Yes.” Nico wasted no time answering.
“Yes what, angel?”
Nico glared at him again, annoyed at being made to spell it out but Will looked genuinely confused for once. All irritation fled Nico’s body. He couldn’t blame his boyfriend for being distracted from conversation. Nico himself was barely keeping tethered after all.
However, that did not mean he wanted to spell out such a shameful desire of his. He bit his lip and looked to the side again, trying not to grimace. No. There was no way he was articulating something like this out loud.
Will visibly took several moments to replay their conversation in his head. Nico could tell the exact moment his boyfriend had reached a conclusion by the rise in Will’s body temperature as well as the increased brightness of his wonderful curls.
Will turned Nico’s head so that they were face-to-face again, his hand never once leaving its place over Nico’s mouth and nose. “You… want me to spit on you?”
A spike of excitement, followed by an immediate surge of shame washed over him immediately. He closed his eyes. He didn’t dare look at his wonderful hot boyfriend right in that moment.
“Nico… I’ll do it but I need to know you want that, darling.”
The speed with which he looked at Will, left him blind due to the difference in brightness. His boyfriend must have been more worked up than he let on, his skin radiant in his passion and oh did that not send delicious tremors all over Nico’s spine.
He swallowed thickly and nodded.
Will gave him a blinding grin, his curls and tattoo, even his eyes glowing brightly, making his passion obvious to see. He was stunning. He truly was, Nico loved him so much. A single glance, a mere touch or sometimes even a word of Will’s was enough to make him tremble with desire.
It was no different now.
Will smiled and kissed him gently, patting his hair in a comforting motion before whispering against his lips. “I love you.” He kissed the tip of Nico’s nose.
Nico had to bite the inside of his cheek to not giggle. The Phlegethon would freeze over before he allowed himself to behave so uncouthly as to reveal how ticklish and sensitive every bit of himself was. No. It was most certainly not happening.
The sappy bubble popped immediately when Will suddenly pulled him down even more. He nearly let out a yelp, startled at the abrupt moment, at the even more unbearable angle, when Will leaned down and spat on Nico’s ass.
Nico lurched immediately, his whole body spasming at the sensation, at the knowledge, that Will loved him so fully. The feeling of Will’s saliva burning, branding, such an intimate location, somewhere so close to his entrance… Nico could not even describe it. He couldn’t even whine, his boyfriend’s hand clamping down on his throat immediately, as soon as his eyes started rolling to the back of his head so that Nico couldn’t even breathe. He trembled. He couldn’t stop shaking like a leaf as if he too was one of the flowers blooming underneath Will’s sunlight.
“My mouth.” He whispered, lips managing to form the shapes but not the sounds of the words. “Spit in my mouth. Caro, ti prego!”
He was burning up under Will’s gaze, under his touch, under his love. He could feel his boyfriend’s cock — long and thick and so well-defined — pulsing scorching precum, liquid sunlight, directly onto his — onto Nico’s — starlit sunburned skin. Will’s saliva was so close to where Nico wanted it to be, warming him from the inside; Nico could feel it, could feel it leaking its way to his rim, leaving him wet and flushed and dripping with the need to have more and more and more until every part of him was filled with Will, Will, WillWillWillWill
He hadn’t even realized his mouth was open, his boyfriend’s name flowing out of his parched lips like a prayer until he felt it: Will had done it, had done what Nico had been begging for, had actually done something as degrading and primal and claiming as to spit in Nico’s mouth purely because Nico had asked. And Nico loved it, loved him, and didn’t waste any time before pulling his boyfriend, his soulmate, into the deepest kiss he could. Will laughed, the sound musical and warm and loving, right against Nico’s lips, slithering sun-scented warmth into his mouth right alongside Will’s tongue.
It was like they were trying to suck each other’s souls out of their bodies. Their kiss a clashing of teeth, a feral display of lust and possession as Will’s tongue fucked its way down his throat while his boyfriend rutted him in the best with enough fervor to make the springs start squeaking. A small part of Nico worried that they would stop, that Will would leave him burning and needy and raw; a concern that only grew once his boyfriend interrupted the kiss, uncaring at the strings of shiny saliva connecting them.
“Fuck, I wish you’d ride my face right now.” Will drawled, his voice hoarse and rough yet strangely musical. “Wish I could take my time tasting you.”
Nico’s belly tightened and his legs clamped shut, desperate to provide some relief from the unbearable emptiness. Or at least they would have had it not been impossible. He was still in that wretched position — some weird in-between of the Supine Straddle and the Ananda Balasana4 (and Nico had truly never been happier about Mr D’s yoga training therapy) — and he was more than well-aware of how he must have looked to Will in that moment. He was wet, trembling and his hole was clenching around nothing but air all the while Will looked at him with those wonderful glowing blue eyes of his that seemed to hold the entire summer sun within them.
He wanted Will to eat him out. In fact he wanted to blow Will as well, his boyfriend tasted so good, Nico loved having him in his mouth — loved having him inside in general, really — but he knew why they couldn’t. They were in Camp Jupiter now, their training beginning before the crack of dawn, there was the whole issue with the mon- with the mythics and, even with being on a different bunk from them now, the puffs were still not that far from them. Nico and Will were on a timer of sorts already, they were already not being as efficient as they perhaps ought to and getting sidetracked for oral would only make the matter worse. He did want to catch some sleep after all. And he’d kill everybody in the room and then himself if Lavinia ended up finding them naked and debauched in the morning. It wouldn’t really be mortifying (he ignored the part of himself that spiked with excitement at the thought of people witnessing him obviously marked up and bred by Will) but he didn’t need any more reasons for the Romans, or anyone else really, to ogle and lust after his boyfriend.
Will’s expression turned wrecked, nails digging into the flesh of Nico’s thigh until the familiar teasing itchiness of blood appeared. Will kissed him again, drowning out his own groan in Nico’s pale throat. It reverberated Nico to his core.
They only separated once Will began to struggle for breath too. Nico had long since reached that point, his entire chest heaving, ribcage popping with the strain of effort and intensity of feelings.
“Be a good boy, angel, and spread yourself for me.”
Nico flushed. Even his knees turned purple and began to swirl with constellations. He was so exposed already, there really was no need. That Will was asking him to do so was meant purely as a power play — a way to give way to his domineering attitude and sheer arrogance. Will knew precisely what effect he had on Nico when he spoke and acted in such a manner. And even if he hadn't known before… the things which Nico had begged for and the ways in which he had reacted… they had certainly left no room for doubt.
With trembling arms he reached down and placed his hands under Will’s, winding underneath them to rest right beneath the curve of his own bum. He flushed even more. He felt so lightheaded, hyperventilating and struggling for breath at the same time, and he had to swallow a few times just to stop the ringing in his ears. He wanted to be good. He wanted to be good for Will and please him and be degraded by him. He wanted all of it.
Will’s fingers tightened around Nico’s knees, the thumb digging into the star-filled bruised flesh. “Go on, darling. I wanna see your pretty hole.”
A shiver ran up his spine, his throat arching, a moan budding inside until one of Will’s hands came up and gripped it tight. The sound died, completely choked out, as Nico’s ghostly breath hung into the air like a myriad of tiny stars. Nico barely had the time to buck, to seek some sort of friction, relief, for his lust-wrought body when Will’s fingers squeezed his jaw, keeping it open and gushing with saliva, right before his boyfriend leaned down and spat inside it again.
Nico felt like his soul was melting inside his body. Why? Why was he like this? Why did everything inside him crave to be opened apart — possessed and consumed? If he could, he'd carve himself open and let Will gnaw and thrust at everything inside — blood, bones, soul, it all mattered not. He wondered whether that was the purpose of the flowers blooming out of his flesh and of the pomegranate seeds burbling in his blood; whether they were made to tempt and seduce Will into giving into Nico’s wretched desires.
“More,” he mouthed with chapped lips that quivered with every caress Will gave to his jutting canines. “Ti prego, ancora!”
Will huffed out in amusement, his exuberance radiant in the dark room, and his hands moved over Nico’s, giving them a light squeeze. “Go on,” he encouraged. “Be good and show me.”
It took him some time to remember what was being asked of him — the words muddled and his thoughts even more so — but when he did, he nearly began trembling anew. Not that he had ever stopped, mind, but the exhilaration and adrenaline were truly becoming unbearable. His fingers shook but that did not deter him. He would do as his boyfriend asked. Will’s eyes were too heated for that to not warrant Nico an award should he do so. Slowly, and with trembling motions that set his teeth — and even his own bones — chattering, he dug his fingers into his own flesh, aware of the effect the resultant bulging from in-between had on his boyfriend’s mounting lust, and spread his buttcheeks apart.
This position… It was so shameful. He had to immediately scrunch his eyes shut just to stop them watering with mortification. Even then he could feel the dark cosmic waters running rivulets down his face, blooming out of his scars. The faint glow of the constellations spreading across his nosebridge, the starlit tresses of his hair… He didn’t need to be able to see himself to know they were there, making his arousal and shame evident; obvious to an extent that not even Nico’s pitifully hard cock did.
“Good boy,” Will crooned, his fingers sliding lower to stretch at Nico’s rim. “So pretty. You’ve such a pretty hole, don’t you? So needy and well-behaved.” His fingers began to pump again but their pace was languid, unhurried, more focused on exposing Nico as much as possible. “Look how wet you are.”
Nico expected to get fingered again, he had been ready for it, shivering with anticipation, but he was completely caught off-guard by what ended up happening instead. Will’s fingers left — briefly, only long enough to have a growl begin rumbling low in his throat — before all five of them folded together, roughly in the shape of a funnel, and began to slide into him again. Nico’s eyes flew wide open. He even set up a bit, attempting to prop himself up on his elbows to demand what the ever loving fuck William thought he was doing. But Will just smiled at him, the fingers not going any further in before he spread them apart.
Humiliation and obscene arousal burned through Nico’s veins. Outraged, and absolutely throbbing with lust all over, he immediately collapsed back down. He attempted to clamp his legs shut but it was futile. Will’s grip was so strong, his boyfriend was so deliciously powerful, and the way his hand was spreading Nico apart was unbearable. It was like a speculum, holding him in place for Will to observe and such a perversion of a medical procedure should really not have aroused Nico to the extent that it did. No matter how domineering Will looked throughout it.
“Good,” Will praised, his tone equal parts reverent and mocking. “You’re so easy to please.”
He felt like his veins had ignited. Good. He could be good. He could be so good. He could be so so go-
Will spat on him— no inside him— again, the fingers rubbing it into Nico’s walls all the while his blue eyes looked on unblinking; incandescent with indulgent depravity.
He felt his mind turn to static.
“Cute. Your reactions are so cute, angel. How can you be so adorable and such a slut?”
Heat coiled in his belly like magma. “Am not…” He mouthed. A token protest. Not only was Will’s (free) hand applying delicious pressure and restricting his breath, he himself was too high-strung from the words to form a sound.
“Not what?” Will huffed in amusement, his fingers spreading Nico open even more just to laugh at the needy keening straining Nico’s throat as a result. “You’re not cute? You’re not a slut?”
Will’s grip tightened. Nico’s entire face flushed even more, the constellations all over him flaring with adrenaline at the sudden breathlessness but Nico’s whole body trembled.
Then, with deliberate purposefulness, Will spat in his mouth again — this time the action more confident and thoroughly cocksure — and Nico seized. His eyes — when had he even shut them? — flew open, lips forming into an ‘O’ as his spine broke out into shivers. His hole was quivering — he could feel it, the sensation filling him with shame — struggling to close around the fingers inside it, attempting to milk them dry as if they were a whole other appendage entirely, as his entire body shook from the onslaught of an orgasm. He would have cummed into unconsciousness had Solace not pulled out his fingers in the last second, clamping them, instead, in a tight grip around his dick.
Nico felt nigh apoplectic with rage. He glared at Will’s smug face with that smug grin and those smug eyes and wanted to surge forwards and bite his throat in half.
“Think that proved my points nicely.” Will sassed. And then his smirk turned feral.
Nico didn’t even have the time to retort before his boyfriend was on him again. Will wasted no time in sealing their lips together, the kiss ravenous and hungry, full of teeth and tongue. He bore down on Nico with ruthless passion, cornering him into a wall and slotting himself between Nico’s trembling legs.
The difference between Will’s incandescent body and the cold wall nearly had Nico on the precipice again. It was unbearable, the two temperatures at such extremes that he was getting lightheaded all on his own. His knees parted even more, rising higher until they were high enough for Will to hook his arms underneath them and that is precisely what his boyfriend did. That blue gaze bore into Nico with such intensity — radiant in its exuberance, in its lust, in sheer utter delight — that Nico couldn’t even stand it. He didn’t even dare imagine what he must have looked like for Will to be having such an expression. Nico could feel his face burn with the starlit waters of Chaos, could see the way the constellations and nebulae were spreading along his body, winding around his limbs as his scars continued to spew darkness incessantly all the while Will — wonderful, and gorgeous, and lustrous — held him in his strong grip.
Will’s free hand — the one that had irrumated Nico’s throat — began to toy with Nico’s mouth. It pushed and teased his lips, caressed his spit-slicked teeth, pushed down on his tongue, as Will lined himself up.
“Shame I can’t feed you what you want.” Will whispered, his grin searing itself along the shell of Nico’s ear. “You’re wanting to suck my cock, aren’t you, darling?”
Yes yes yes yesyesyesyesyes
He could feel his eyes watering even as his vision turned muddled. It made lights bloom across it like flowers.
“Me too, angel. You look especially pretty with your mouth full. Sad I can’t be in two places at once.”
He felt like he was dying. Will was genuinely trying to kill him, wasn’t he? Why else would he say such outrageous words that set Nico’s body completely aflame.
“Good thing you’re so easy to please.”
Nico wanted to protest, to push him away, to do something but his traitorous body clamped up with anticipation as soon as he felt Will’s cock resting at the edge of his rim. It was hot. It was so hot, he couldn’t even take a breath. He felt it. Felt the heat it exuded, heat that began to push its way into him, the slide shamefully easy.
He was so aroused, so wet, he had been fingered so thoroughly, Will barely struggled to enter him, and yet every inch, every millimeter of him felt like he was being opened up more and more. Will had buried his face in his neck, gnawing at the crimson petals and lapping at the pomegranate seeds underneath around his own moans. To have his boyfriend groaning in such pleasure, to feel his sunlit curls searing themselves into his oversensitive skin like brands… It was pure bliss.
He felt like he was being cracked open, like the very essence of him was being dragged out and exposed and consumed with fanatical fervor and it was all he had ever wanted. The slide of his soulmate’s cock inside him, the feeling of lips and teeth and tongue invading him: biting, gnawing. He never thought he’d get to have this, that he’d get to experience such euphoria. The ecstasy of somebody — of his soulmate, of Will — desiring him, burning sinfully for him, enough to be willing to both cherish and degrade him… It was enough to make him want to cry. The feeling of it, of being so wanted by somebody made specifically for him to the point where they were willing to act so domineeringly… it was heady. Will loved him and desired him to the point where he was willing to forget himself — Will was ordinarily so gentle and caring after all, how could he have been willing to do all those things to Nico while still full-heartedly loving him and wanting to protect him.
The knowledge of it caused Nico’s head to spin. He was loved. He was needed. He was enough. All of him: the good, the bad, the pretty, the ugly, the sick, the healthy, the Underworld and the living… Will wanted all of him, just like how Nico wanted all of Will.
“Fuck, Nico.” Will murmured. “You feel so good. So cold, so tight, so wet. You were made for this weren’t you?”
The resulting whine rattled all of Nico’s vocal cords. Di immortales, Will felt so good. He was so big, so warm, so safe. Nico loved being surrounded by him, loved being filled by him.
“Made for you.” He tried to whisper. He was too dazed, his lips too chapped, his lungs too strained to make anything but choked out moaning sounds.
Will groaned, his shoulders falling down onto Nico’s, while hitching Nico’s body even higher. The resulting angle was unbearable. It was even more obscene, the thrusts so much deeper this way, setting the entirety of Nico’s body aflame. He tried to moan, to growl, weep, keen, anything, but Will wouldn’t let him. His arm had come up to Nico’s face and blocked his mouth and nose, pressing down with all it could to stifle down the sounds. Nico felt like he was in Elysium. To experience such addicting bliss was nearly torturous.
He couldn’t think, couldn’t see, couldn’t taste anything except Will and his own desire. The cold walls were rawing his back and he didn’t, for even a second, care enough to even pay any attention to it. He didn’t want to. Will’s thrusts felt divine. The struggle for breath, the slide of Will’s cock inside him as it split him open and filled him with heat, the exertion of total control over his person… Nico wanted it, wanted it, wanted it, wanted it so much. He wished it would never stop, that it could be all he feels forever. He craved the freedom of being loved enough to leave his life in somebody else’s hands — in his soulmate’s hands — to be cherished and looked after without Nico having to be the one doing the hard work for once. No prophecies, no armageddon if he failed, not the lives of thousands and the souls of even more on the line, on his shoulders, if he wavered.
He was allowed to fail, to not fit in, to struggle and have it not be held against him. Will was there and he loved him. His own soulmate, his own fate, that was his and his only the same way Nico was Will’s. It was written all over their bodies. They bore each other’s consort regalia, Nico had the mourning flowers blooming right out of his neck, his body had been stretched open by Will’s laurel sap; was being filled with Will’s breath, Will’s saliva, Will’s scent; his hands were searing delicious sunburns right where they were holding his waist, his neck, his jaw. Nico couldn’t move or moan or even breathe without Will. It was all under his boyfriend’s control, he was the one responsible for all of it.
And Nico loved it. He loved the deep thrusts that felt like they realigned him completely, loved the delicious sting of where he was being gripped too harshly, and loved the hazy delirium brought on by that hot hand holding the entirety of Nico’s life within it. Nico’s breath, his soul, had been the subject of prophecy and the fact that it now laid completely with Will while they made love… It caused something primal to coil around him.
His nails sunk into his boyfriend’s broad back, one hand winding around those incandescent curls until the red rays of Will’s halo began to coat Nico’s fingers with the sticky scent of pomegranates. Will pulled back slightly, just enough to smile at Nico with that wonderful mouth of his, before leaning down again. The grip around Nico’s hips and face tightened, his breaths becoming even more ragged. He could see the shadows winding around their bodies, pulling Will deeper and deeper into Nico until all he could feel was blinding heat.
“Mine.” Was Nico even speaking? Or was it already nothing but a hallucination, a mirage. “Only mine.”
“Only yours.”
“Don’t stop.”
“Oh, believe me, darling.” Will’s grin dripped with arrogance as he lifted Nico’s legs until the ankles rested on his sunlit shoulders. “I wasn’t stopping.”
Nico couldn’t even swallow before the thrusts began anew. They hadn’t stopped, not really, but they had been patient — focused more on depth, on drawing the experience out. Now they were downright oppressive. They bore into Nico as if they wanted to dismantle him, to take him completely apart all the while Nico couldn’t even draw breath from where that warm hand restricted his orifices.
It was unbearable. All he could feel was heat and unbearable pressure. He couldn’t relieve any of it — not by moaning, not by exhaling, not by running away. He was being asphyxiated and fucked right against that cold wall, trapped between it and his boyfriend’s hot muscles to the point where he was staining Will’s sun tattoo with dark streaks of the stardust his eyes now produced whenever he was overwhelmed.
More more more more moremoremoremore, he wanted more. He didn’t care if it was greedy, or lustful or obscene or whatever else. He wanted… He wanted…
“So easy to please.” Will’s breath teased his ear. “So easy too. Saw your legs opening themselves for me and the way your hole quivered when I wasn’t letting you clench it. You nearly came when I spat in you too; were already dripping at the thought of sucking me off.”
“Caro, ti prego, ancora. Non ti fermare. Ti prego!”
“Even now you beg. I stretched you so good, didn’t I? Spent so long fingering and teasing you and getting you all wet for me and still you clench around me like you’d die if I stopped fucking you.”
Nico nodded frantically, the affirmative keens dying in his throat from where his breath was still getting restricted.
Will’s hips stuttered. He cursed out loud but the angle at which his cock dragged all over Nico’s oversensitive insides had them both moaning into each other’s skin. The heat turned oppressive.
“You really were fucking made for me, weren’t you?” Will’s voice had turned winded. “Even while getting fucked you want more. So insatiable. All doe-eyed when I order you around, even back then when I had to ground you to the infirmary. Your hole was clenching for it, wasn’t it, darling? If I’d known you were such a slut I’d’ve had you bent over the desk the second you started looking at me like that.”
The words were like the sun melting itself into him. His whole body spasmed, his hands seizing, nails scratching whole layers brightlit flesh as heat coiled in his belly. He could feel himself clenching, somehow getting even wetter as hot precum and laurel-salve mixed with each other, drenching his thighs completely. He wanted to cum. He wanted to cum so badly he could do nothing but pant into Will’s warm hand like an ill-behaved dog.
Will made an inhuman sound — something in between a growl, a moan, and a lyre string snapping off mid-performance — and surged forward. Nico was truly pinned now, completely trapped and unable to move as Will’s thrusts turned feral. They weren’t controlled anymore. Their pace was erratic, frenzied, as Nico’s body was wrangled and plundered incessantly.
Nico couldn’t even feel the wall anymore. Not its cold, not its rough texture, not the wounds on his back, nothing. Everything was just Will. Will’s muscles, Will’s hands, Will’s breath, lips, tongue as his boyfriend fucked him unrelentingly. Will’s cock was overwhelming him. It was so wonderful, so big, so hot. It filled Nico’s insides with warm precum, healing salves, pure nectar, and then dragged it all across; into every nook and cranny within him. Nico was feeling it in places he hadn’t thought were even capable of sensations, all the while the brightness and heat radiating from Will’s body turned more and more domineering.
“Will, caro, ti prego! Ti prego, ti prego, ti prego.” He begged deliriously. “Dai. Dai, piu forte, ti prego.”
Will’s eyes blazed with the force of a thousand suns. He didn’t seem capable of speech anymore and instead just bared his too-white too-perfect teeth at Nico before moving away his hand and surging down. The angle, the pace, the intensity of the kiss… If Nico had been struggling for breath before, now it became impossible.
Will’s tongue was plunging deep into his throat, completely uncaring at the way Nico’s throat convulsed and salivated around it, and his thrusts turned impossibly harsher.
Oh, Nico thought, his whole face drenched in stardust and shadow-filled tears. Every bit of him is fucking me. He’s consuming me completely.
He felt his stomach tighten, dick twitching uselessly against it from where Will’s abs rubbed against it all the while both of Nico’s holes were getting ravaged. He was being treated the way he had always wanted.
Will loved him and wanted to possess him. He couldn’t crawl into Nico’s body so settled on fucking the life out of him instead.
“Mine.” Will snarled into Nico’s mouth. “I’m the only one who can fuck you like this. Nobody else.”
His whole body was glowing whitehot now, burning with unnatural exuberance, and Nico felt like his very essence was getting invaded. Will’s tongue was so warm, his cock felt so good, they filled Nico’s body so well.
Will’s grip tightened. The pace was truly relentless now yet their eyes met each other even throughout the deep thrust and unforgiving speed.
“Nobody can compare to me.” Will purred, hand snaking around to caress Nico’s spine. “Nobody can compare to you.”
The words weren’t even obscene — most certainly nothing like what had been said already — and yet they had Nico’s back arching. He could feel it, could feel the strain in his hips. His whole body was begging for release, just waiting for something to push it over the edge.
“Go on, darling, cum on my cock. Wanna fuck you the way you deserve. Want you dripping with my cum.”
Nico’s belly tightened. He was close, he was so very close, he-
Will’s hand moved from his mouth to his throat and squeezed. Nico gasped, the tiniest huff of air managing to dart its way out underneath his boyfriend’s grip, and Will wasted no time taking advantage. Will’s hips surged forward, his free hand tangling into Nico’s hair and pulling, folding him in half. “You’ll take all I give you, won’t you, darling? You’ve such good holes.”
Another slash of heat cut through him at those sound. The pressure around his throat increased and the thrusts were now getting rammed straight against his prostrate. He felt like he’d fall apart.
Will smiled again — radiant and predatory all at once — and with one last harsh thrust, one last delicious squeeze on Nico’s neck, he leaned forward and spat right down in Nico’s throat.
It was like the universe exploded.
Nico’s whole body seized, breaking out into harsh convulsions as Will just held him down as the orgasm ravaged him. He felt outside of his own body. Some part of him was aware of Will’s tongue fucking him, of his own hips getting bruised from the force with which his boyfriend was fucking into him but he felt too out of it to comprehend it all. All he knew was how good it felt; how good Will felt. They had already had their first time and it had been so wonderful, Nico genuinely hadn’t believed any entanglements would be able to compare. How else would people be able to do anything if sex felt this good. They already had struggled to stop some of their kisses, that time in Gorgyra’s canoe they had nearly had their first time in Tartarus and very likely would have had it not been for Bob’s loud impossible-to-ignore crying.
But now? Now that he knew what it felt like to be so close, so intimate with the person meant for him, when he knew what it felt to be meant for somebody — especially one so wonderful as Will — how was Nico meant to not want this all the time. How was it fair? And if every time was going to be better than the last… how was he meant to ever do anything but get fucked full of his boyfriend’s hot cum.
He could feel it now. Getting spilled inside him, getting rubbed into his painfully oversensitive insides as if Will was trying to smear it across Nico’s very essence, to mark his soul. Nico wanted him to, as well. Wanted it more than anything, bar, perhaps, an actual pregnancy.
The impossible craving from that last thought seized him from the throes of ecstasy. Had he not felt like his bones had melted into liquid, he would have sighed in frustration. No need to dream of impossibilities. A child from him and Will…
No, too painful. He dared not think about it anymore.
“What’s wrong?” Will asked, voice still a bit winded. “You look about to cry. Did I go too far? Was I too rough on you?”
“No.” He glared off to the side. “And I’m not crying.”
“Alright.” Will sounded unconvinced but didn’t push it. Instead he took Nico into his strong arms and wrapped him into a warm embrace. “You know you can talk about it, right? When you feel ready I mean?” His hand began to glide over the expanse of Nico’s back, humming gently all the to heal the resulting scrapes and bruises.
Nico said nothing. He couldn’t. The desire for that thought was too raw and it was too new for him to fully comprehend yet. He had always wanted a family but never, not even in his most audacious of fantasies, had he dared want a biological child that would be the perfect result of the union between him and his love. He knew (now) that some people were ‘trans’ as Mr D had called them but Nico had never felt like one of them. He had hated his own body of course, and felt uncomfortable in it but not in the way where he wished he had been born a girl. He was perfectly happy as he was and he didn’t care about what people saw him as anymore. He liked what he liked (tending to dead souls) and loved whom he loved (Will). It didn’t matter if his hobbies were considered girly or what people thought of his relationship. (And the next person who called it ‘heteronormative’ purely because Nico (and Will himself) dared have bed preferences, he would make their skeleton walk right out of their body.)
But this craving was new, likely born from what had happened with the Puffs, the fact that he had babies now even if they had been born in a hellscape as a result of a primordial’s nonconsensual magic. (Not like it was the first time an immortal had decided to take liberties with his body. In fact, compared to Minos and Cupid, Nyx could be considered to have been an absolute romantic. After all, she hadn’t actually pawed at his essence in the hopes of breaking him. Nico had already been ‘pregnant’ with his own demons, she had simply allowed them to exist outside his body.)
In short, Nico was ill-prepared and ill-equipped to handle it. Especially now when the embers of his earlier jealousy were still fresh in his mind. No matter how reassuring Will’s comfort had been, Nico had carried this insecurity his entire life. And the fact that his Jealousy existed as its own creature likely meant that his particular issue of his would never disappear.
He would speak about it to Will eventually. Probably. But it was not for tonight and certainly not for when they were still at Camp Jupiter, trying to play diplomacy between a bunch of mythics and a literal army of ADHD violence-conditioned campers. No, tonight, he would enjoy falling asleep in Will’s gentle warm embrace. For all of the three hours they had before Lavinia ushered them out for some menacing tap-dancing hiking marathon or other some such.
—— Footnotes ——
- A couple of things:
- Anna is the Italian name of Hannah from the Bible. In this case Nico is talking about the mother of Samuel from 1 Samuel 1-2 who was the first/primary wife of her husband and was barren for years leading her to great bitterness and sorrow. Due to her barrenness, her husband had to take on a second wife who constantly taunted Hannah. Eventually Hannah gave birth to a son (Samuel) thanks to some vows she made to God etc etc
- This paragraph in general is meant to shed some light on how Nico might experience jealousy and how it ties into his insecurities. I think of all his kids/demons Jealousy would probably be the hardest to accept due to its ongoing nature. The rest (that we know of) are more so traumas. Whereas Jealousy can be an ongoing thing that we know for a fact Nico experiences on a fairly regular basis. (He still loves Jealousy tho, I just think he’d struggle to cuddle it as much as some of the others given that they flash beam the memories into him
- Obligatory assurance: Will has not, is not and will not be with anybody except Nico. Ever. In any capacity. This is Nico POV tho so it’s about Nico’s insecurities on the topic. Nico can (and will) never be Hannah, no matter what. (Plus he’s given birth already let’s be real lmao)
- Oh and Maria di Angelo was devoutly Catholic (which we knew) but what you may not have known is that I’m headcanoning that she went to the Christian/Catholic (depending on whether you think they are split between denominations) section of the Underworld/afterlife. Hence why she was considered unreachable/difficult to reach even by Hades and why Nico’s (and even Bianca’s) conversations with her were so limited. She basically decided she wanted her own afterlife and to not be involved in being Hades’s other woman etc etc). We know Jesus exists in the RR-verse and if you’ve read my other works you know my stance on inter-pantheon politics/relations in regards to the Underworld/afterlives specifically so yeah. It’s up to you whether Nico knows this about Maria at this point tho
- Suzhou (, Anhui. Not to be confused with the other Suzhou cities) is a prefecture level city of the Anhui province in China. Normally, I prefer to have Nico have been ending up in the more rural parts of China (since we know he did in fact end up in China a number of times) but I really didn’t want to go on an absolute mission of tracking down Chinese villages (that probably aren’t even mapped if they are to serve my purpose) so just think of it as him ending up in villages around Suzhou (Anhui), idk. As for why I chose it, I’ll explain underneath for those that are curious (but it’s not really relevant to the fic or any plots tbh) [ ▲ ]
- Okay so (not so) short explanation, I’m back on the Solangelo is WangXian (kinda) agenda like I’m committed now idgaf. Anyway, apparently MXTX gave an interview where she explained the location of the Five Great Sects based on modern-day-China maps. If you’ve read Chapter 3 of TLP you know that I like having Nico end up in Mo manor and Mo manor is kind of in between Lan territory and Jin territory (it’s never stated but it’s what I assumed given how close it seems to Gusu and Cloud Recess but also how Jin Ling was basically left to his own devices (with like a gajillion deity-binding nets but whatever) so, seeing how I have no idea whether it’s more Lan or Jin territory I just put it Anhui province specifically, which borders Jiangsu (Lan territory), Shandong (Jin territory) and Hebei (Nie territory) which is itself not that far off (relatively speaking) from Hubei (Jiang territory) making it perfectly feasible for Wei Wuxian (in the body of Mo Xuanyu, on a donkey), Lan Wangji (and all the Lan juniors), Jin Ling, and Jiang Cheng (with several of his disciples) to end up in the same place at roughly the same time and for Wen Ning’s (as of yet unaware and sleeping) reanimated corpse (presumably kept in either some Jin dungeons or some repurposed remnants of the Wen dungeons) to make his way over in the span of however long it took for Wei Wuxian to summon him before the Goddess could smash Jin Ling’s skull open. It also makes sense then why [Redacted] was able to yeet the severed corpse arm into Mo village to draw out the Night Hunt, given the proximity. Basically Anhui and Henan were the two options for a province and I went with Anhui out of convenience and because it appeared closer (to my eyes)
- Irrumatio is the ‘active’ equivalent of fellatio. It has a lot of interesting connotations in Roman society that I encourage you to look up (although CW for consent-related issues) but basically to be irrumated is to get face fucked [ ▲ ]
- Yoga positions where you lie on your back and the back of your knees is facing the ceiling. If the torso leaves the bed/ground then it becomes the Plow [ ▲ ]
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