Auroraescritora - Aurora Escritora

I kind of suck at tagging, so I made this infographic to help make it easier.

Send me a character and a number and I’ll tell you my headcanons for:

1) Something this character is truly proud of.

2) Who they want to please the most. 

3) Who depends on them. 

4) What they would do if they had one month to live. 

5) A cherished personal belonging. 

6) Something they lost, but would love to have back

7) This character’s favorite character

8) What kind of car they would drive. 

9) What calms them when they are upset. 

10) How they deal with pain. 

11) This character’s favorite piece or pieces of clothing. 

12) How they sleep. 

13) What kind of parent they would be. 

14) How they did in school

15) What cologne or perfume they would use

16) Their sexuality

17) What they’d sing at karaoke

18) Special talents they have

19) When they feel safest

20) Household chore they hate the most

21) Their fondest childhood memory

22) How they spend their money. 

23) What kind of alcohol they drink

24) What they wish they could change about themselves

25) What other people wish they could change about them

ShortStories - #1, #2 and #3

Hi, how are you? We have a new project! ShortStories, short stories starting at 500 words, something to keep me busy while I don't finish my other stories. I wasn't going to post them in English, but… why not? Here are the first few stories. The next story will be in the same text with the portuguese version.

There will be a new chapter on “Sitter's Love” later today.

ShortStory #1 - The payback (Cockhold+cheating)

For what seemed like the millionth time, he wriggled in his chair, trying to find a position that wasn't so uncomfortable. However, after almost two hours sitting in that wooden chair, he no longer had any hope of comfort. Will was in their bedroom, the place he and his husband shared. Well, not that night. And if Will were honest with himself, he could admit that Nico and he hadn't shared the same bed for many months.

Will was trying to be a good partner, trying to make amends for past mistakes, and that was the only reason he was in this situation. His surprise came when Nico, his husband of two years, discovered his betrayal. Or rather, informed him of it. The real surprise was knowing that Nico wanted Will to feel everything he had felt, and without a choice, Will agreed, of course. It was either that, or divorce, losing his best friend of the last twenty years.

Knowing that Nico wanted to pay him back was acceptable, but having to witness it in person was too much for him. Especially having to see a guy almost seven feet tall, holding Nico down and almost disappearing underneath him. Seeing Nico moaning like he had never moaned before was what was really unacceptable.

Will really didn't want to see it, he didn't even want to look in their direction. Although that was the deal. Will couldn't get up from that chair until Nico let him. But he couldn't help it, Nico moaned so loudly that Will had to look. And even from that distance, it was impossible not to notice the large, wet member, sliding in again and again, seeming to open Nico up even more with each movement, the small, delicate entrance now slightly swollen and pink, the legs spread wide and the spine curved, uninterrupted moans, almost grunts as the guy on top of Nico hinted that he wouldn't stop anytime soon, not until Nico begged for mercy.

Somehow, Nico still had time to mock him. For, every now and then, he would turn his head and look at Will, smiling as sweetly as ever, but moaning, as if this was the best day of his life, and say softly, “Now that you've seen how it's done, you can do it too.”

It made Will's heart leap, knowing that this wouldn't be the last time he'd see him having sex with this man in his house. Wiil loved him more than his sense of pride, and now that Nico had the power in their relationship, there was no stopping him.

And so it happened. Every weekend, Perseus came and used Nico as he pleased; he touched him, kissed him, fucked him and on one occasion, Percy put Nico over his lap and spanked him in front of him, the satisfied look on the man's face and Nico's sweet moans infuriating him a little more every minute. But if he had known that this was the beginning of the end, Will would have enjoyed his last moments, would have tried to convince Nico to stop.

From that day on, Perseus started going on dates with Nico, just the two of them, movies, dinners, romantic walks, motels.

How did he know that? The bills came in on his credit card, one bill more expensive than the next, descriptions indicating that they were traveling to neighboring towns or even plane tickets. But the times they were at home? He still heard the moans, Nico's crying, his sighs, and Perseus' laughter and grunts of pleasure. If that wasn't enough, he could hear them talking. Their future plans, what they were going to do for Nico's birthday and what clothes Nico should wear to the party Percy's mother was going to throw for him.

That was how Will had to put a stop to it, finding them on the sofa in the living room, Perseus on top of Nico, kissing him, his hands between Nico's legs, legs that were on Perseus' shoulder, three fingers moving deep inside Nico, only to see those fingers replaced by the member that Will admitted was bigger than his, entering slowly but sliding in smoothly, Nico closing his eyes and letting out another of those moans that would haunt him for the rest of his life.

There was nothing Will could do.

He left the living room and headed for his bedroom, sat at the foot of the bed and stared at the white wall next to his television, still listening to the moans, now the sounds of skin hitting skin intensifying and echoing around the apartment. All that remained was for him to call his lawyer.

Well, things happened faster than he thought they might. The following week, on a Tuesday, part of his furniture was gone along with all of Nico's things. The television that Nico loved so much, the sofa, some kitchen utensils and everything in Nico's room. He felt alone and couldn't blame anyone but himself.

ShortStory #2 - I know you want to (cheating + blowjob + babysitter)

“I know you want to.” Nico said, without even hesitating.

Kneeling at his feet and staring at him with the most innocent eyes Percy had ever seen, the boy who was old enough to be his son, rested his hands on his lap and moistened his lips, he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, inviting Percy to come closer to him.

How could Percy resist, faced with this vision that had been recurring in his darkest dreams, and that was now presented to him on a golden platter? How could he look away from that plump, red mouth, the long, elegant neck and the slender body that was finally exactly where Percy wanted it most? And since Nico was already on his knees in front of him, without Percy even having to ask, still looking at him with that deceptive expression of innocence and shyness, Percy wouldn't miss the opportunity he was being given.

Before he did anything stupid, Percy closed his eyes, trying to think through the fog of lust that was overtaking him. Gods! What was he doing? Or rather, what was he about to do? Percy never thought Nico would be capable of doing something like this, he was his sweet young babysitter, the little boy he had seen growing up, running around with the other children, always smiling at him and stopping in front of his house to talk to him. But now, the immaculate image of the little boy with the olive skin and deep black eyes was transformed, and all Percy wanted was to touch Nico, it was all he had wanted since Nico had started working for him and his wife, noticing how the shy little boy had become a man, handsome and tall, always helpful and available, no matter when he and his wife needed his babysitting services.

“Please, sir. I... I want... I know your wife doesn't touch you anymore. Please, I can show you that I'm better than her.”

Percy was beginning to suspect that Nico was right. Annabeth had no interest in sex, and he had no interest in having sex with her. That didn't make what was about to happen any better or right. Although he didn't need to worry about being caught, his wife wouldn't be back from her trip until next week, probably longer than that if he knew her, and his children were upstairs, sound asleep by now. If they acted quickly and were quiet, he was sure no one would know.

“Are you sure about this?” Percy couldn't help himself and reached out, touching Nico's face, soft and velvety, letting his fingers slide over Nico's cheekbones and then touching his lips, fingering the outline of them, which opened once more, Nico's tongue coming out and meeting his fingertips, sucking them leisurely, staring at him, as if challenging him.

Well, Nico hadn't used words, but the gesture was more than enough. Percy couldn't keep a sigh from escaping his mouth when he finally unzipped his pants, pulling his hard member out of his underwear. Percy massaged the length for a few moments before guiding it towards the lips that were still waiting for him, wet and open, Nico gasping slightly.

In the end, letting Nico wrap his member around those soft lips and suck on it for long minutes had been one of the easiest decisions of his life, and when he finally reached Nico's throat after a few moments, feeling him choke slightly, his second easiest decision came too; Percy grabbed Nico's hair and let himself go in and out, watching Nico's dark eyes water, fixed on him, while Nico, now with his lips relaxed around him, swallowed around Percy and touched his own member, small and wet, Percy feeling Nico shudder and moan, enraptured by the scene he was seeing. 

ShortStory #3 - Just married (fingering+orgasm denial+chastity)

Nico woke up that morning, slowly. First there were the soft rays of sunlight coming through the blinds, then, broad shoulders against his back, arms encircling his hips and finally, he felt fingers sliding between his legs, gentle, even if the feel of them left a rough, warm track by his exploration, briefly navigating over his tightly locked member and finally reaching his entrance, rubbing gently, making Nico shudder just at the delicate touch around the slightly wrinkled entrance, his muscles still relaxed from last night.

Nico responded immediately, and in the only way he could, the way Percy had taught him. He groaned against the pillows and remained exactly as he was, the way Percy had positioned him on the bed; lying on his side, facing the bedroom wall, legs slightly apart, relaxed against the sheets. In fact, this was one of the most comfortable positions for them. For Nico, it was the lack of any kind of discomfort or pain, for Percy, free and unimpeded access, no matter what Percy had planned for that moment.

He arched his back and gripped the pillow, trying to breathe slowly, feeling Percy's fingers finally apply a little more pressure, still without penetrating him, rubbing around and sliding in a little just to withdraw again with those circular movements around, although it was the right pressure and the perfect rhythm, driving him a little crazier with each movement.

But it was all right, because this was a special moment, the first day of the rest of their lives, their first day as a married couple. And after going the whole night without having an orgasm, months in fact, Percy had kept him locked up for the entire engagement period, as the proof of fidelity Percy had asked of him.

At first Nico hadn't seen a problem, they'd dated for three years, two months without cumming in the way he was used to didn't seem too difficult. What he soon discovered was that it meant not having an orgasm at all.

Nico admitted that their relationship had changed completely, but if he could be honest, they had just taken it a step further, as if they were testing the likelihood of their marriage actually working out.

It wasn't a surprise exactly, perhaps at most it was the consequence of what would happen sooner or later.

He had always been more... quiet and reserved, while Percy liked to take charge and do things his way, if possible, Percy would take matters into his own hands.

Deep down, it was the main reason that brought them together and kept them connected for so long; three years of dating and two months of engagement.

So, when Percy asked, Nico obeyed, discovering that cumming... wasn't even that important. Of course, that was the gateway to other things happening, things he didn't even hesitate to do, and only because he trusted Percy with all his heart, soul and body.

Still, Percy didn't need to torture him like that, in fact, he didn't need to torture him for two months straight, relentlessly and mercilessly, and no matter how much Nico begged, just once, just one orgasm, the key to the cage remained hidden or around Percy's neck, mocking him, even if Percy made up for it by always being around, asking for his opinion on something that in the end Percy would have the last word on, or by his touch that every day became more intense and permanent, like a mark becoming more visible and vibrant.

Nico swore, he was trying to be a good boy, just like Percy liked, the most obedient and the most patient, he swore, but... he felt something in his chest, something that squeezed his throat and choked him; he wanted to wait a little longer, he tried to hold this feeling inside, but he felt that he was about to cross a line, he would cross a limit that Nico didn't know he had and only realized when he first met Percy one Saturday morning in an expensive, gourmet diner, seeing a tall, smiling man flirting with the waitress.

He couldn't hold back the next moan, a gasping whimper that stole his breath when, finally, feeling himself tense up, Percy massaged around for a few more moments and inserted two fingers inside him. Nico felt his head spin for a moment and spread his legs wider, he loved to come while he was being penetrated, and he felt that feeling of completion come faster than ever.

As Percy's fingers went deeper and became more energetic, the more Nico lost control of his body. But this had never happened before, as if he was going to come even with the cage, a tight, suffocating piece of metal around his member that didn't even allow him to get hard, something that Nico had thought impossible until a few months ago. But then Percy stopped moving his fingers, pulling him even closer, as Nico prepared to finally explode, saying:

“I thought you were too tired to continue.”

“I'm sorry, I...” Nico didn't know what to do. Percy usually didn't ask questions that required him to actually think. The worst thing was that Percy didn't even sound mean or merciless, as he sometimes did; it was an almost curious, exploratory tone, as if Percy knew something he didn't and wanted Nico to find out for himself.

“I...” Nico didn't know what the right answer was. Usually, he would know. Percy wasn't even giving him a clue. Sometimes Nico felt bad about it, guilty for some reason, it was strange to feel that his opinion didn't matter and that his only duty was to fulfill his owner's wishes. He didn't even know why he was thinking about it now, things had always been like this, even though neither of them had expressed it in words, they were both comfortable and their relationship had worked that way from the start. So why, exactly when he was already married, were these thoughts haunting him?

When Nico didn't answer, Percy grabbed his hair and made him face Percy with a tug that brought stars to his eyes, making his mind go blank for a few moments and his thoughts quickly disappear.

“I asked you a question.” Percy whispered in his ear, hoarse and in control.

For a long moment, all Nico could do was close his eyes and whimper, confused.

“It's not that hard. I asked if you deserve it, not if you want it.”

“No, sir. I don't deserve it!”

“Hmm, that's right. You don't deserve it.”

Percy moved his fingers inside him again, and it felt even worse, somehow Nico felt himself becoming even more sensitive to Percy's touches, feeling those fingers opening him up again even more slowly than before, twisting and fingering around, one of his hands holding him around the waist, Percy's calm, contained breathing against his ear.

“I know you want to come, baby. That's better for you. You'll get used to it in a few more days. If you need to, just tell me and I'll make it all better. Isn't that nice, hm?”

Percy was right. He had never felt so much pleasure like he had in the last two months, and in fact, he felt so much pleasure that he thought he was going to explode with the need to come and to allow that pleasure to flow out of him.

Nico could still remember the first time he had come with Percy, it had been perfect, a sensation that seemed to come from deep inside him and emerge through his spine, long and intense, that left him satisfied like nothing else had ever been able to do. But now, it was the opposite, it was something that remained on the surface of his skin and that didn't let him think about anything other than Percy, his touch and his voice, when he would finally be allowed to feel that sensation again.

“Shh, don't cry. I promise it'll get better.”

He wasn't crying!

“Shhh, it's okay. See?”

Nico knew what was coming and yet he moaned, sobbing as if his mother had died a second time. Percy replaced his fingers with his member, rubbing the big head against his entrance, penetrating him on the first try. He... he really loved feeling Percy fill him like this, without warning or permission, making him take every inch until he couldn't go any deeper.

“There. My baby is so obedient. Just a little bit more, okay?”

“Hm?”

He thought he had moaned again, like a purr, something that made Percy laugh right next to his ear, for some reason embarrassing him, making the familiar feeling of humiliation crawl up his spine and lodge in his brain like a worm.

“That's perfect, baby. Just a little longer.”

Percy took hold of one of his legs and slipped one of his between Nico's thighs, changing the position, allowing for a deeper penetration.

“Are you ready?”

Ready for what?, Nico wanted to ask. That is, he would have if Percy had given him time.

At first Nico didn't understand what was happening, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Percy began to move, hitting that little spot that always made him tremble, but something seemed... seemed different. Percy let go of his legs and his hands slid up his thighs and towards his abdomen, massaging gently, making Nico understand that Percy was touching the very member that was inside Nico, making the bulge there more evident. However, what really surprised him was that Percy's other hand went up and up, past his nipples and stopped at his neck, his fingers holding him firmly there.

For a moment, Percy stopped moving and Nico felt like he had stopped breathing, and when he did nothing more than gasp, still feeling Percy's fingers around his neck, Percy started moving again. It felt good at first, Percy seeming to reach for his prostate with every movement and the hand around his neck comforting him in some twisted way, but then something changed, and he was moaning like he'd never moaned before; he'd swapped places with a rag doll who had only one duty, to moan and be obedient. The hand around his neck tightened, just a little, the member inside seemed to go deeper and hit him harder, drawing gasping sobs from him.

“Just a little bit more, baby.” Percy whispered in his ear, again and again, the sound of their bodies meeting insistently. With each word and each precise movement, Nico felt his mind emptying, felt Percy's fingers taking his air, until all that was left was the sound of Percy's voice against his ear and the sensation of eternal pleasure that transformed him into this rag doll with no life or will of his own.

“Look at that, baby.”

Percy grabbed his hair and turned his head in the right direction. Nico looked down at his own lap, at his member trapped by the cage that was now stuffed, and in the central hole, he could see what Percy could also see. He was cumming, or something close to it, with every movement of Percy's hips, a liquid overflowed from his member in weak jets between long intervals of seconds. Nico felt... felt his soul leaving his body with each of these jets, nothing reminiscent of an orgasm, but similar to the months trapped inside the cage, only now intense and painful, something that made him lose the rest of his sanity.

“Fuck, baby. I'm so proud. Fuck!”

Nico didn't understand exactly what was happening, only that he had to close his eyes to feel himself leaking a little more, while Percy held him tighter in his arms, finally sighing and stopping his movement, still inside Nico.

“I love you, baby.”

“I love you more.” Nico answered, because it was the one thing he had no doubt about.

So, what did you think? I even thought about continuing the third story, but then that would go against the purpose of the project. Maybe I can continue it in the future? Let me know what you think!

Thinking of them being domestic in their apartment in New Rome🤲 (and un-colored background version bc I found it cute)

SITTER'S LOVE - Nico!Babysitter, Percy!Teacher-father - Chapter XIV

Hi, how's everyone? Sorry I've been so absent, I had to take a break. Sometimes that happens, but don't worry, I'll be back. I hope you like it

Previous chapters: CHAPTER I / CHAPTER II / / CHAPTER III, CHAPTER IV e CHAPTER V / Chapter VI e Chapter VII / Chapter VIII e Chapter IX / Chapter X, Chapter XI, Chapter XII e Chapter XIII

Hades relaxed back against his chair just in time for Maria to enter the room and so everyone began to eat. It was as if none of that had happened as the platters of food were passed around the table and some more arrived from the kitchen.

This was a moment Nico hadn't expected to witness. He leaned back in his chair and picked up his glass of wine, closing his eyes as he felt the sweet and slightly bitter liquid go down his throat. He had eaten so much that he thought he would explode, making him sluggish and sleepy. That must be why he felt so good and so free. He knew he shouldn't be so relaxed, so comfortable with Percy in the middle of his family, and most importantly, he shouldn't accept without question the easy way Percy mingled with them. The conversation flowed so naturally that it was like this dinner was a common occurrence between all of them; Percy's arm on his chair, keeping them close, and the fingers that still caressed the back of his neck in that soft and gentle way lulled him without him even realizing it, while Percy's nails massaging him made everything seem even more natural. And so, finally realizing what was happening, Nico found himself wrapped in that tranquility and contentment that he hadn't felt before Percy appeared in his life, like this was another common thing between them. Even Hades, who had been rude before, seemed not to care about the display of affection.

“… thing. I never would have guessed that.” Percy said beside Nico, close to his ear, the husky murmur caressing his nerves. “What a brave little boy.”

Percy squeezed Nico's shoulders and he felt himself grow warm. Nico just wanted them to stop telling stories about his childhood, there was nothing special about it.

“He was the cutest child in the world. So righteous and innocent.” Bianca continued.

“Really? Tell me more.” Percy raised his own glass of wine to his lips and looked at Nico playfully. But there was something in his eyes. Nico never knew when Percy was been serious.

“Please, no.” It was his turn to murmur.

“Ah, but I have to tell him.”

“Bianca, I beg you!”

Bianca just smiled at Nico, all satisfied and leaned towards him and Percy. The truth is that everyone at the table was a little drunk and since Hades made the wine, he liked it very strong.

“No, I insist.” Percy murmured beside him, perhaps a little closer than necessary, a little hoarsely, too. Well, it was to be expected, they had been laughing for over half an hour. At his expense, of course. Apparently he was a very creative child. And brave. And cute. And innocent. The adjectives were endless.

“So, it happened like this. Hazel was still very little, you know? We still lived in Italy.”

“Please.” Nico begged once more.

“She didn't even realize that the other kids were being mean.”

“I promise to do your laundry for a week!”

“Nico saw this and--” She continued, her face red from the wine.

“One month. No, two--”

“Shhh…” That's when he felt Percy approaching him again. He… Percy placed his index finger on Nico's lips and said very quietly: “Your sister is talking. Be a good boy.”

Nico was unable to disobey. The air fled from his lungs, but unlike what had happened before, it was thought they were suddenly very full, so hot that Nico felt like he was being scorched. The strangest thing about this was that no one seemed to find it strange. Not Percy's arm around his shoulders or his rough fingers against his lips, much less the way that their chairs, for some mysterious reason, were much closer than before, seeming that with each passing moment the distance between them was decreasing.

Half-airy and light, still hearing the words “good boy”, Nico watched Bianca continue to tell her little anecdote of a little boy defending his defenseless little sister through punches. And on top of that, winning the fight.

“I remember that!” Hazel said. She pushed her chair back and stood up, beaming with happiness. “We have pictures!”

“No!” Nico said, defeated.

“Yes!” Hazel exclaimed.

With no other choice left, Hazel left the table and ran upstairs without looking back.

“Percy!” But Nico was laughing, hiding his face in Percy's shoulder, feeling like he was going to melt from embarrassment or bury his head in the ground like an ostrich.

“It’s okay,” Percy told him, the smile in his voice making him relax. “I promise not to hold it against you.”

A kiss was placed on the side of his face and Nico melted completely. He couldn't remember the last time someone had kissed him like that, full of affection and without expecting anything in return. Nico had to lift his head and look back at Percy. When Nico had first met him, it hadn't occurred to him that Percy Jackson could be someone so kind and loving, yet somewhat shameless. Raising his hand, Nico placed it on Percy's face and--

— Nico Di Ângelo! — An angry voice echoed through the room.

The front door slammed against the wall and there stood the person Nico least expected to see, someone he had completely forgotten about. Will Solace was there. Yes, Will, his boyfriend, the person he should be smiling with, the person Nico should be touching with so much affection and care, but never had the desire to do so.

Everyone looked at Will and, too late, Nico realized that Percy was still holding him by the shoulders and he still had his hands on Percy's face. He saw in slow motion Will march towards them and stop in front of the table, only then realizing that he shouldn't be touching Percy, much less in front of his boyfriend. He looked back at Percy and let his hands rest on his strong shoulders, still unprepared to let go.

What… what was he doing?

“I'm sorry.” Nico said to Percy. For some reason Nico addressed Percy and not Will. The truth is that he felt bad, he felt strange, all that drama made him feel like he was betraying Percy, which only made him more confused.

“What the hell are you doing! And who is this guy?”

“I-- I… this… this is Percy Jackson.” He mumbled weakly, not knowing what to say. “And this is Will Solace, my… my boyfriend.”

“What the fuck, Nico!” Will got closer to where he was and yelled in his face. “Come with me, now!”

Nico didn't know what to do, so he went. He stood up and looked one last time at Percy and his family who were watching everything in bewilderment, letting Will grab him by the arm and drag him away. He even heard his mother say "Oh my!" That is, until he realized that Percy wasn't going to let go. He looked at Percy and saw that the man was frowning, looking at him with concern. "Is that your boyfriend?"

“What's that got to do with you? Don't you think you're a little old to be hanging around little boys?”

He couldn't believe what he was hearing! Nico gasped and stood in front of them.

“It's okay, we'll talk--”

Percy stood up and straightened his spine, puffing out his chest in a way Nico had never seen him do before. Percy stopped in front of Will and looked down at him, the blond boy looking so small and helpless next to the nearly seven-foot tall man that it almost made Nico laugh.

“I'm sorry, I don't think I understood. Can you repeat that?” Percy said. He smiled at Will and kept Nico behind him. Nico could imagine how threatening Percy was now.

Will swallowed hard, but stared back at Percy, his grip on Nico's arm tightening.

“That's what you heard, old man.”

“You better let Nico go. He doesn't want to talk to you.”

“Who do you think--”

“If I were you, I would be careful with your next words.”

With that the room fell silent, Will and Percy staring at each other and their family frozen where they sat.

Percy was the first to break the tension. He turned to Nico and gently held him on the shoulder, leaned in until he was very close to his ear and whispered:

“Are you sure he’s your boyfriend?” Nico just looked at Percy, feeling like laughing for some reason, watching Percy laugh back at him. “He feels like an older brother. I don’t see any love or attraction, or affection coming from him. And if that’s how he treats you… why are you still with him?”

Nico felt himself burn under Percy's intense gaze and instead of answering him, he pushed Percy's shoulder lightly, not really wanting to move away, looking at him disapprovingly and muttering so that only Percy could hear: “You're doing this on purpose. I'll be right back.”

So, Nico walked away from Percy, ignoring that little smile that was already very familiar to him, and went outside where Will was waiting for him.

***

As soon as Nico turned his back on them, being pulled by his boyfriend and dragged by the arm, Percy turned around and faced that family that five minutes ago seemed to be the best in the world compared to his. Now, he wasn't so sure. Whether it was the way Nico's older brothers went back to eating, just looking at their plates or the sad way Maria Di Ângelo looked through the door where Nico had left, the worst thing was definitely looking at Hades and seeing the resigned expression on his rough and tired face.

Percy sat down at the table and put his hand to his temples, feeling a headache coming on. He filled his glass with more wine and downed it in one go. Why was he so worried? Why did he feel so possessive? In the end, Will Solace was right, this was none of his business, none of it was.

Even so, Percy turned to Hades, giving him a disapproving look. Hades looked at him and it was then that he realized,  the man would do nothing to stop something bad from happening to Nico. 

Percy didn't believe that! He would do anything for Alice and Logan, he would never let other people abuse them, much less offer them up on a golden platter, handing them over to the dogs. Percy took a deep breath and tried to ignore the tension in the air, so strong it could be cut with a knife. However, it didn't take long for a murderous expression to form on the patriarch's face; not even thirty seconds later they heard furious shouts coming from outside the house. The clearest were "You're mine! Acting like a whore won't solve things" and "Is it because of him that you don't want to marry me?"

Everyone remained in a somber silence that was only broken when Hazel entered the room, her shoes making noise against the wooden floor. Hades grimaced in disgust and he couldn't take it anymore, downing the third glass of wine in less than two minutes.

“You know, I may like fancy cars and innocent little boys, but I would never do that to Nico.”

“As if you were different.” Hades tells him.

“I would never call Nico those things and I would never force him to do anything he doesn't want to do. Can you say the same about Will? If I were you, I would be careful about who you let into your home.”

Hades made another face, as if he had eaten something bitter, but Percy didn't care, he got up from the table and went after Nico.

If it had been anyone else in his place, he would have said that the scene he found when he opened the door was something out of a murder movie about to happen, or perhaps the beginning of physical abuse. He couldn't decide, especially if it was the way Will was looking at Nico, with so much anger and disgust, practically pressing him against the wall; Will even had his fist slightly raised, close to his body, his hand clenched and tense. Nico, on the other hand, seemed to have given up on fighting back and was just trying to defend himself with his hands over his face.

Percy couldn't wait any longer, he walked over to Nico and stood in their midst, running when he saw what was about to happen. However, Percy had to stop before he reached him, coming across something he never expected to see; the little boy who had seemed so brave and courageous was now huddled against the wall, trying to make himself smaller, crying so hard that he was sobbing.

He did the only thing he could in a situation like this. He approached slowly and tried to talk to him, without scaring him.

“Nico? It's me, Percy.”

“I'm sorry! I didn't-- I didn't--” Nico screamed with all the strength he could muster and raised his hands, trying to keep the threat away from him, soon after shrinking even further against the wall and crouching on the floor, covering his head with his hands.

“It's okay. Tell me what happened, hmm?”

“Oh.” Nico said softly, almost without strength.

With a broken sob, Nico raised his head and looked at him, his face twisted with pain. Nico didn't say a word, he just stood up quickly and jumped against Percy, hugging him desperately and crying even harder.

“Shhh… what’s wrong? No need to cry, you’re safe.”

“Per…” Another hiccup and the first sniff.

“Come on, it's okay. Don't you trust me?”

Nico nodded, his face all wet and swollen, trying to smile, relaxing a little more. At least Percy now knew Nico wouldn't have a panic attack.

“Do you want to talk?”

Nico denies it and stays exactly where he was, curled up against Percy's chest and with his eyes squeezed shut, trying to control the sobs that were slowly fading away. Only when he was sure that Nico wouldn't lose control again did he look at the boyfriend. Big piece of shit. A selfish and spoiled little boy, from what he could see. And who apparently didn't even care if Nico suffered or not.

Percy didn't do anything other than hug Nico, he didn't move to give that kid what he deserved or try to call for help, Will didn't do anything either, looking at him like he wanted to kill him, ignoring Nico who finally stopped crying. In the end, he was the one who had lost; it was Percy who held Nico in his arms, it was Percy who slowly caressed his back and it was Percy who comforted him. Will should give up while he still had time.

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THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME - PERCY/NICO AU HIGH SCHOOL - CHAPTER XXII

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CHAPTER I / CHAPTER II / CHAPTER III / CHAPTER IV / CHAPTER V / CHAPTER VI / CHAPTER VII / CHAPTER VIII / CHAPTER IX / CHAPTER X / CHAPTER XI / CHAPTER XII / CHAPTER XIII / CHAPTER XIV / CHAPTER XV / CHAPTER XVI / CHAPTER XVII / CHAPTER XVIII / CHAPTER XIX / CHAPTER XX / CHAPTER XXI

“Good boy. So obedient.” Nico closed his eyes tightly and refused to answer, feeling his body shake with the effect of the orgasm.

Not that he was capable at the moment, to speak or move. No, Nico didn't think he had ever come so hard in his life, and hearing Percy talk to him like that made him shudder even more. Nico didn't think even Percy himself knew what those words did to him, the velvety tone of his voice and now the soft touch that soothed him after something so intense. It wasn't just that, it was the way Percy talked to him, as if Percy was really proud; it was the way Percy looked at him, analyzing him coldly from head to toe and, at the same time, with that hunger in his eyes that made him want to obey every order. Nico couldn't deal with it, so it was better to just feel grateful that this moment was happening.

“So?” Nico heard Percy say, feeling Percy’s touch, gently rubbing his arms, reaching for his wrist to finally unlock the handcuffs. Funny, for someone who was afraid of being tied up, he didn't even hesitate when Percy suggested it.

"So, what?" Nico mumbled, still slightly disoriented. He couldn't even raise his arms, allowing Percy to keep on rubbing the reddened skin.

"Was it good or bad?"

"Hmm?"

"Did you like what I did?"

Wasn't that obvious?

"I came twice."

"Doesn't mean you liked it."

"And you, did you like it?" Nico countered, trying to move, which only made him fall backwards like a rotten fruit that fell from a tree.

When Percy didn't answer, Nico looked at him. It was pretty clear what was going on, Percy and his martyr complex. The truth is that he had liked it, they both had, and that seemed to be a problem for Percy.

"I liked it, okay? I mean, your chin is still wet." To prove the evidence of the crime, Nico stretched out, groaning from the pain in his muscles, and ran his fingers over Percy's face, showing Percy the liquid.

"Yeah, I guess so." But Percy still had that analytical expression, almost too rigid, like he was preparing to give the next order, which turned out to be true in the end. "Stay here."

"Where would I go?"

"With you, I never know. Just don't... run away. Okay?"

"I told you I won't do it again. How long are you going to blame me for this?"

"I'm sorry." Percy tried to smile, and when that didn't work, he turned his back on Nico, who fell back onto the pillows.

It seemed that Nico wasn't the only one traumatized by the past. What could he do? This was their story, sometimes happy, sometimes troubled. Nico wouldn't trade what they had lived for anything in the world. Where would he be if he hadn't met Percy in a public school bathroom? What would he have done if Percy had been like those boys? At least they wouldn't be in this impasse. What if... what if he forced things just a little bit, Percy would see that there was no reason for so much guilt? After all, Percy always liked the truth and pretty things...

"Nico."

Startled, Nico saw Percy's face too close and grabbed Percy's shoulders, pushing him away.

"What are you thinking about, hmm? I know that little face very well."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You're not up to something, are you? Behave."

"I always behave." Except when I need to act, Nico thought, putting on his most innocent expression.

"I'll believe you."

Percy sat down next to him and began to clean him up. On his chest, abdomen and then between Nico's legs, gently sliding a damp towel, reaching his entrance.

"You don't have to do this."

"I want to do it." Percy murmured, kissing him on the cheek. "You were right. I was absent, I promise I'll make it up to you.”

“How about starting now. Let me suck you off?”

“How can that be a reward for you?” The important thing in all this is that Percy had finally smiled, stroking Nico’s hair.

“Is that a yes or a no?”

“It's a maybe later. Right now, it's time for my baby to take a nap.”

“I'm not a baby.”

“Then why are you yawning in the middle of the afternoon?”

It was a good question.

Nico only let Percy cover him because Percy had laid down next to him and hugged him tightly, also getting under the covers with Nico.

***

For some reason, Percy felt exhausted. He allowed himself to relax into the pillow, pressed against Nico's back, and closed his eyes, just for a moment, just long enough to feel the weight lift off his shoulders. It was a metaphorical weight, of course, a weight he hadn't even known was there. Percy had never imagined that guilt could drain someone to the point of affecting them physically. Had things been like this in the past too? Percy couldn't remember. This was a bad habit he'd developed, another psychological crutch, he knew. Percy would forget and lock away everything that was traumatic or frustrating in the back of his mind. 

You know what? Percy had decided not to think about what was bad or good, right or wrong, and would focus on what was right for them. Were they comfortable with this? Great! Did it sound fun? Did it make him feel good? So that's what they would do. What was the point of doing what was considered "normal" if it caused so much pain, and not the kind that Nico seemed to enjoy? It was best if he talked to his mother, just to reassure her. Percy knew better than anyone that Sally would annoy him until he confessed to her.

Feeling tired once again, Percy got out from under the covers, trying not to wake Nico and saw something lying on the floor. He walked around the bed and there in the middle of the path was the diary he had given Nico. The diary was open at the beginning of the first pages and had a pen stuck in it, marking the last page written.

He had already forgotten about that too. Fortunately, it seemed that even though he was a horrible person, Nico was still the same sweet little boy, always the obedient one. Yes, Percy could see that Nico had already written a few words and had personalized the back cover:

NICO'S DIARY If lost, return to Percy!

Percy had to laugh, already feeling light. There were even some cute drawings of hearts, little angels and little demons around the letters. However, what really caught his attention was the page where the pen was stuck.

“I love that kind of headspace where I almost float, almost delirious, you know? My head  feels light and I have no idea what I want to do, I just want whatever you want me to do. Most of the time, all I know is that I want to be fucked so hard that I can barely speak and all I can do is give little moans when you ask me something.” “I want the kind of sex that leaves marks on my hips and the shape of your hands on my skin. The kind of sex that leaves my chest covered in bites and your back covered in scratches. I want the kind of sex that makes my body ache and throb and makes me feel you between my legs the next day.”

This was a passage that seemed to stand out from the other pages, something written in a hurry, in a careless scrawl, in black ink and without decorations around it, as if Nico didn’t want to spend much time with these thoughts and just needed to pour them out on the paper. That was the real reason why he stared at those words for long moments, motionless, standing in the middle of the room with Nico still sleeping peacefully, without a care in the world. 

It was impossible not to compare the two typographic styles. On one side of the page, vines and trees that seemed to intertwine up to the heavens, accompanied by lines of simple and beautiful poetry, on the other, clumsy and vulgar prose, allowing Percy to see the two sides of Nico that he rarely saw together. There were other drawings, of course. A demon and an angel that took up an entire page, descriptions of personality and physical characteristics, a few lines of narration that on the next page were interrupted by more scribbles with loose thoughts.

“I want you to hold me and touch me, I want you to make me feel safe and small, like the baby I deny I am. I want you to tell me when no one is looking: “How’s my boy? Did he behave?” I want to have rules and I want to have to ask for permission. I want to be disciplined when I don't do what you order.”

Percy had to stop flipping through the diary and look at Nico sleeping in bed.

He... fuck! He wanted to do all of these things, Percy wanted to make all of Nico's wishes come true. And do you know why? They were the same as his own. Every word and confession seemed like something he would do if guilt hadn't stopped him until that moment. Were these fantasies really Nico's? Or was something Nico had written to get back at him? Or, even worse, was it what he had led Nico to believe they both wanted? But at the same time, Percy could recognize Nico in every line, be it clumsy or elegant, mixed with the influence he had over Nico and other things and moments when Percy hadn't been there to shape him.

Honestly? Percy was relieved. Knowing that Nico had had other experiences and met other people and that even after all of this Nico had still come back to him, it took away another part of the weight Percy didn't even know he carried. However, the important question was: How could he do... all of this without going over the edge? How could Percy make sure Nico wouldn't come out of this hating him for real?

He... Percy needed help. And a few things, too. Something that would make Nico understand the seriousness of the situation, how much he wanted Nico to stay safe and happy. It seemed that this was the moment to act.

***

Nico opened his eyes and the first thing he noticed was the sunlight coming through the blinds, blinding him momentarily. His head throbbed with an irritating pain in his temples, but his body was as relaxed as it had ever been. His vision was blurred too, dazed by the endorphins that still seemed to keep his body calm and his mind wonderfully empty, as if all anxiety had been sucked out of him by a compressor hose. Not even his adventures with more experienced boys had caused this kind of reaction in him.

He looked to the side, expecting to find Percy and got in return his absence and a piece of paper, Percy hadn't even left his warmth behind, which meant that Percy had gotten up a long time ago.

Well, Nico shouldn't get his hopes up when Percy  had been handling things so badly lately. And he said he'd give Percy time to get used to things, didn't he? Even though it was hard to keep waiting for something that might not even happen, he had no other choice. It was better to have Percy's company than to have nothing at all. But that didn't mean Nico wouldn't try his best to get what he wanted.

Giving up, Nico sat up in bed and picked up the note.

"Did you sleep well? I had to leave real quick. I promise I'll be back for breakfast. Wait for me. Per."

Was that all? Was that what he deserved after feeling his world shake? This was so unfair! Enough! He was going to take action right now.

Forgetting about his headache and his sore muscles, Nico crumpled the note, threw it somewhere towards the trash can and marched until he stopped in front of the closet. This was so ridiculous! He never thought the time would come when he would have to stoop so low. He picked up the box with his toys, reached into the bottom of it and pulled out a sealed, black package. It was something the saleswoman had suggested and since he had bought worse things, that didn't make him a bad person. Nico placed the package on the bed, grabbed the items he would need and went into the bathroom. He was going to show Percy who was boss here.

***

Percy felt much better now.

How could he explain it? Well... there was a place, a kind of bar, and he had been curious, you know? Percy had never participated, however... he had watched and understood very quickly how things worked. What could he do? His mother always said that knowledge was something that no one could take away from you, and in fact, it had been something hard to forget. Maybe he had gotten bored without Nico around or maybe when he found himself alone, with no one to watch over him... why not? Since Percy no longer needed to be the good guy?

The fact was, Percy had discovered that he did those things without needing anyone to teach him. At least there, he learned that what he did was wrong if Percy didn't ask permission first.

A good example of this were words, small suggestions that if repeated could become conditioned behaviors, like when you teach your dog to give you a paw in exchange for treats. People had the same tendencies and similar desires, too. Some were more assertive and others were more obedient. It was a normal dynamic, nothing forced, of course, just ways of behaving where each person felt more comfortable expressing themselves. And that was just the beginning, it wasn't even something sexual or romantic, just attitudes that most people didn't notice. His psychologist at the time had suggested something similar. It wasn't that he was going after those types of clubs, but rather that Percy should analyze why he felt so codependent on Nico or why Percy felt so frustrated. And since it seemed to be related to sex, he thought... why not? His mother had supported the idea and his brother and Grover had loved it even more. So, as a close-knit family, they all went to investigate the bar, including his mother.

The important thing was that when he found out what he was doing with Nico, it was too late, Nico had left and he was left alone, with all those ideas and no one to test them. Percy wasn't proud of what he had done, but he didn't regret it either. Honestly? He didn't care about those people and if he had hurt some of them along the way, it was none of his business. Percy never promised them anything, tired of warning them what would happen in the end. 

That was why Percy was there that morning, a twenty-four hour bar that operated as a snack bar during the day. It had been over a year since Percy had been there, but since they were the place he trusted the most, it would have to be there. 

Percy took a deep breath and entered through the black iron doors, reaching the first area where there were wooden tables and chairs that would be removed at dusk to make way for the dance floor. He continued walking further back and found the bar, a long counter next to a spacious kitchen, watching the waiters pick up plates of food to be delivered. He just hoped that no one-- 

"Percy, dear. It's been a while!" 

"Vanessa," Percy said and turned around, seeing his favorite "teacher." She was a caring, kind and firm dominatrix, something he always wanted to be and never had the patience for. In comparison to her, Percy was anxious and somewhat cruel. Who knows, maybe one day?

“What brings you here? Finally looking for company? I have a submissive who--

“Not this time,” Percy said and smiled, politely denying. “I’m looking for Apollo. I wonder if he’s around?”

“Oh, that’s so good. Who’s the boy?”

“Someone new.”

“Hm, I see.” But she seemed to judge him like everyone else did.

“Not so new. He’s new to the scene.”

“Oh, okay.” Vanessa smiled again and came out from behind the counter. “I know exactly what you want.”

So, together, they went through another door, up a spiral staircase and arrived on the second floor, full of doors with private rooms, some with windows that allowed you to see inside the rooms and at the end of the hallway, a large black metal door that they also entered.

For sure, that room was what Percy was looking for. He felt that if he brought Nico here, the little boy would spend a few hours asking what those things hanging on the wall were for. There was also a counter at the back of the room, where a tall, blond man was reading a magazine, wearing headphones.

"Hey," Percy said as he approached.

Apollo looked up and at the same moment took off his headphones and stood up, running towards him. It was okay, because Percy was prepared. He opened his arms and let Apollo hug him as much as he wanted, rubbing himself against him.

"Oh, look at our little Dom. So big. Have you been working out? I bet the little boys are chasing you."

Not since Nico had come back, but that was another matter.

"Just one. I was looking for something specific."

"I know exactly what you need."

"I haven't said anything yet."

"And you don't have to."

Apollo smiled brightly, picked up a shopping basket and started walking through the aisles and shelves.

"Let me see. Something discreet for the day.”

Apollo reached out and picked up a choker, something in the Gothic style. A soft, discreet strip of leather with small crystals adorning it.

"Something to play with."

This time Apollo picked up a light pink collar, heavy and with large holes, with a small name tag and a clasp to attach a leash if he wanted.

"Something to keep him quiet and well-behaved, yes?"

Finally Apollo picked up a muzzle with a ball in the middle, a silk blindfold, and soft handcuffs.

"There you go. That should do it."

"I can't, this is too much."

"It's a gift for our junior Dominant!"

"Really, I can't--

"Oh! There's something missing!"

"Apollo, no!"

"Apollo, yes."

Before Percy could stop him, Apollo was back with a paddle. Its surface was all black leather, made of a stiff material, but the tip of it had a soft padding that would bring pain without leaving too many marks. 

“Apollo!”

“Come on, just this once. I’ve never seen you interested in anyone. Consider it a good luck gift.”

“Exactly! I can’t show up with this. He’ll think I’m—”

“He’s not wrong.”

Percy snorted and gave up arguing. Apollo was so ridiculous that it made it impossible to contradict him.

“Besides…” Apollo continued, packing the items into a pretty box. “Since you rejected me, the least you can do is accept my gift.”

“How much was it?” Percy, for his own sanity, decided to ignore him, and took out his wallet.

“Didn’t you hear what I said? It’s a gift.”

“Come on! This is worth at least a thousand dollars.”

“So what? I’m rich.”

“So am I.”

“Looks like we’re at an impasse.” Apollo grimaced sadly and shook his head. “Looks like your boy is going to be very disappointed, then.”

“He doesn’t know I’m here.” 

“Is this a surprise? I didn't know you were a romantic.” This time, there was no irony in Apollo's voice. “I'm feeling very single right now.”

Percy had forgotten how dramatic Apollo could be. He was handsome, Percy couldn't deny that. However, beauty wasn't everything in life, even if it helped a lot.

“Vanessa! Get me a Dom right now!”

Percy turned around and there was Vanessa, watching them from afar as if she were watching a sitcom.

“Didn’t it? Three times in the last month?”

“You call that dominance? My mother is less vanilla than that.”

“Please, spare me.” Vanessa crossed her arms and rolled her eyes.

“Why is so hard to introduce me to someone tall, hot and with an attitude? Is that too much to ask?”

It was Percy's turn to roll his eyes. He wanted to say that this was the first time something like this had happened. He swore he wasn't trying to brag, but... really, Percy thought those D/s days were behind him. But there he was, asking these people for help.

“Behave yourself.” Percy found himself saying, already irritated by the situation. The worst part was that Apollo immediately straightened his spine. And he had to add: “Don’t you dare.” It wouldn’t be the first time Apollo had knelt down without even realizing it.

“So mean.”

“Look, I appreciate the help, but I have to—”

“Is everything okay?” Apollo asked, now serious. “You said you would never dominate anyone. Is it about the boy who made you suffer?”

“Maybe.” Percy shrugged. “It’s not his fault.”

“Okay. Do you need help? Maybe mediation?”

“No. I can do it.” Maybe, he wanted to say. The truth is, Percy couldn’t even think about having to share Nico with someone or letting other people watch. Percy didn’t know if he could control himself. “You don’t need to worry.”

“Are you sure? We could give the poor boy a hand. Does he know what he's gotten himself into?”

"You don't have to worry," Percy repeated.

The worst part was that Percy wasn't even lying. Nico knew a lot more than he would have liked.

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