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NÃO HÁ LUGAR COMO O LAR - PERCY/NICO AU COLEGIAL - CAPÍTULO XXV

Oii, como vai? Eu ia passar por aqui na semana passada, mas como estava sem energia, acabei deixando para hoje. Na verdade, faz mais de duas semanas que não escrevo uma palavra, porém, percebi que tinha mais de um capítulo pronto. Então, vou postando até eles acabarem.

Boa leitura!

Capítulos anteriores: CAPÍTULO I / CAPÍTULO II / CAPÍTULO III / CAPÍTULO IV / CAPÍTULO V / CAPÍTULO VI / CAPÍTULO VII / CAPÍTULO VIII / CAPÍTULO IX / CAPÍTULO X / CAPÍTULO XI / CAPÍTULO XII / CAPÍTULO XIII / CAPÍTULO XIV / CAPÍTULO XV / CAPÍTULO XVI / CAPÍTULO XVII / CAPÍTULO XVIII / CAPÍTULO XIX / CAPÍTULO XX / CAPÍTULO XXI / CAPÍTULO XXII / CAPÍTULO XXIII / CAPÍTULO XXIV

— Você tem estado muito suscetível a... sugestões. Sou eu ou é algo geral?

— Só você. Acho que... eu confio em você.

— Me sinto honrado. — Percy disse sem nenhuma ironia, o tom de voz baixo e aveludado dando lugar a algo mais normal. — Eu tinha medo que isso acontecesse. Nunca vou abusar da confiança que você me dá.

— Eu sei disso. Nunca duvidei disso.

— É por isso que tenho que falar algo com você.

Essa não. Será que ele estava encrencado?

Nico observou Percy se levantar e pegar uma caixa que estava no pé da cama, um pouco maior que uma caixa de sapatos.

— O que é isso?

— É a surpresa que eu queria te mostrar.

Nico tinha até medo de olhar. O que poderia ser tão importante que Percy sentiu a necessidade de esconder do resto da família? Hesitando, Nico se manteve quieto, encostado contra a cabeceira da cama e esperou Percy se aproximar mais uma vez, se sentando a seu lado.

— Estive pensando sobre o que você me disse, que eu não levo a sério o que você diz.

— Eu sei que você--

— Eu não terminei. — Percy nem mesmo faltou mais alto, porém seu tom de voz demandava obediência. E Nico já estava cansado de lutar contra seus instintos, então, Nico apenas se calou e prestou atenção em Percy.

O problema nisso era que Percy parecia culpado por alguma coisa, seu rosto se contorcendo numa careta. Nico continuou esperando, vendo Percy quase se remexendo de ansiedade. É claro, até Percy suspirar e olhar mais uma vez para ele, parecendo tão conformado quanto Nico.

— Eu não queria falar assim com você. — Percy enfim disse, tentando soar despreocupado.

— Eu não me importo. Se você me disser para fazer, eu vou. É algo natural pra mim, sabe?

— Nico. — Percy suspirou mais uma vez, parecendo cansado.

— Você poderia... apenas... fazer o que parece natural para você também? — Quando Percy levantou as sobrancelhas, parecendo descrente, Nico completou: — É só uma sugestão.

— Vou pensar sobre isso.

— Quer dizer, você sempre teve essa aura de...

— Autoritário?

— É mais, tipo, você espera ser obedecido. E está tudo bem?

— Isso é uma pergunta ou afirmação?

— Depende de você. — Nico acabou dando de ombros, tentando fingir a calmaria que ele não sentia no momento.

— Você quer me dizer que eu posso ser autoritário o quando eu quiser que você vai me obedecer? Sem questionar?

— Hm... provavelmente? — A resposta certa era “com toda a certeza”, mas isso seria humilhação demais para uma pessoa só.

— Mesmo? Até quando você não concorda?

— Eu acho que sim. — Nico deu de ombros novamente e desviou a olhar para longe de Percy. Na maioria das vezes era o que acontecia de qualquer jeito; ele não queria e no fim, Percy estava certo. Se ele tivesse escutado Percy no passado, poderia ter evitado muitas coisas.

— Bebê. — Então, ele ouviu o tom de voz de Percy mudar, se tornando mais suave e aveludada.

Não era que ele tivesse uma vontade incontrolável de obedecer, era o conhecimento que ele seria muito bem recompensado se decidisse ser um bom garoto. E ele foi, imediatamente ao escutar aquela palavra. Percy o segurou pelo pescoço, o fazendo levantar a cabeça e o beijou, juntando suas línguas em um suspiro.

— Eu não quero que você se sinta preso ou que não tem alternativa. — Percy disse algum tempo depois, roçando os lábios junto aos seus.

— Eu não me sinto assim. Me sinto livre sabendo que você vai cuidar de mim.

— Você tem certeza?

— Eu confio em você.

— Tudo bem, então.

Percy se afastou de Nico o suficiente para olhar em seu rosto e sorriu, parecendo dessa vez estar contente, porém ainda o segurando pelo pescoço, possessivo e firme, ainda que sua voz permanecesse suave.

— É por isso que preciso te mostrar o que tem dentro dessa caixa.

Percy, o soltou e pegou a caixa mais uma vez, a colocando entre eles, no próprio colo. Percy a abriu, tirou o laço e a tampa, permitindo que Nico examinasse o conteúdo dentro dela.

— O... que é isso? — Sua voz saiu fraca e suas mãos tremeram, apoiadas no próprio colo.

Nico sabia perfeitamente o que aqueles objetos eram. Sabia exatamente o que eles significam, o problema é que seu cérebro se recusava a acreditar no que via. Por que logo agora? Depois de tanto tempo? Por isso permaneceu parado feito uma estátua, mal conseguindo respirar.

— Eu não te tratei como devia. Ignorei o que estava claro. — Percy disse, voltando a segurar em seu pescoço, o forçando a encará-lo. — Entendo por que você hesitou por tanto tempo, por que as vezes ainda hesita.

— Eu--

— Eu hesito pelo mesmo motivo. — Percy pareceu respirar fundo e tirou uma gargantilha de couro com pedras preciosas a enfeitando. — Quero que você saiba, estou comprometido e nunca mais vou fugir das minhas responsabilidades.

Nico achava que iria desmaiar. Percy estava o pedindo em casamento? Mais uma vez? Agora da forma que ele nunca esperava que fosse acontecer? Nico nem mesmo sabia o que dizer! Era obvio, não? Esperou esse por esse momento desde que colocou os olhos no garoto alto que parecia ter saído de um pornô clichê onde o cara mal iria fazer a mocinha se arrepender de andar sozinha pelas ruas desertas. Nada o preparou quando o momento enfim chegou, Percy segurou a gargantilha delicada entre os dedos, a levou a seu pescoço e a prendeu cuidadosamente, tento certeza que não estaria apertado demais.

Ele... Nico não sabia... seria impressão sua ou... ah, não, Nico não estava enganado. Assim que a gargantilha se acomodou junto a sua pele, Percy envolveu o couro, colocando a mão ao redor de seu pescoço e tocou ao redor da gargantilha, massageando sua pele e admirando a joia. Entretanto, foi o olhar no rosto de Percy que roubou seu ar; Percy o olhava como se ele fosse... como se ele fosse--

— Meu. — Percy disse. — Agora você é meu.

Por que era tão difícil respirar? Por que estava tremendo tanto?

— Eu...

— Eu sei. — Percy disse no tom mais condescendente que Nico já tinha ouvido, quase maldoso, quase zombador, mas ainda... suave, como se Percy falasse com alguém que fosse lento mentalmente. — Sem pressa. Eu mesmo nunca imaginei que iria fazer algo assim.

— Tão malvado. — Nico conseguiu balbuciar, Percy obviamente estava dando tempo para ele absorver os fatos, ainda o segurando pelo pescoço, como se Nico fosse sua possessão e não um ser humano.

— Você não viu nada. Mas acho que ainda não estamos prontos para isso.

— Hmm... — Nico gemeu apenas em imaginar no que poderia acontecer. Será que ele já podia desmaiar? Seria muita humilhação?

Ele ouviu uma risadinha zombadora e então mãos estavam ao redor dele, massageando sua coluna e cabelos do jeito que ele mais gostava. No fim, Percy estava certo mais uma vez. Ele não estava pronto para nada disso. Se só uma coleira ao redor de seu pescoço o fez reagir assim, o que aconteceria quando... quando as coisas realmente acontecessem?

***

— Shhh... tudo bem. Eu não vou ser mal com você, hm?

— Mentiroso. — Sua voz falhou e Percy riu novamente, bem no pé de seu ouvido.

— Talvez um pouquinho. Eu sei que você gosta.

— Para com isso!

Percy estava certo, como sempre. Por algum motivo, Nico se viu rindo, batendo no braço de Percy que apenas riu mais, se divertindo com sua dor.

— Tá bom. Parei. Agora, vamos ao que é importante.

— Como o quê?

— Tem alguma coisa que eu devo saber? Limites fortes ou fracos? Algo que você não gosta de jeito nenhum?

— Oh. — Era uma boa pergunta.

Nico não tinha feito tantas coisas assim. Deixou alguns caras baterem em suas nádegas e algum bondage, mas tirando isso? Nada que fosse interessante. Quer dizer, teve aquela vez em que ele deixou que dois garotos usassem sua boca...

— Nico?

— Eu não sei. Nunca fiz nada muito diferente.

— Que seria?

Agora Percy olhava pare ele parecendo que iria arrancar a verdade de Nico, ele querendo ou não.

— Hm... você sabe...

— Não. Eu não sei.

— Teve uma vez que uns garotos... que eu chupei uns garotos e... um cara usou o cinto em mim...

— E?

— Fui amarado também.

— Isso é tudo?

— Eu prometo.

Na época tinha sido bem aventuresco, entretanto, se ele analisasse a noite passada, ninguém o tinha feito gozar daquela forma e o fazer flutuar por tanto tempo. Talvez fosse algo mais psicológico do que físico.

— Bebê. — E de novo, aquele tom de voz condescendente que o deixava puto da vida e fazia seu estomago se encher de borboletas voltava. — O que aqueles garotos no banheiro iam fazer com você é muito mais interessante do que isso. Tem certeza?

— Quem você pensa que eu sou? Uma puta para deixar qualquer um me usar?

Não! O que ele tinha acabado de falar? Nico até tinha medo de encarar Percy, mas ele fez mesmo assim. Devagar, virou a cabeça em direção a Percy e viu um brilho estranho em seus olhos, um sorriso de canto um tanto cruel.

— Esse é o jeito de falar com seu dono?

Nico não entendeu o que acontecia até escutar o som estalado e agudo, então, veio a ardência que o fez gemer, um lado de sua bunda queimando com o impacto.

— Me-- me desculpa. — Nico murmurou, baixinho, parecendo perder as forças, ainda sentado no colo de Percy.

— Eu entendo. Mas um bom garoto não fala assim com as pessoas, hm?

Nico acenou e Percy beijou seu rosto, massageando a pele levemente avermelhada.

— Agora, sobre o que estávamos falando?

— Limites?

— Sim. Tem algum que eu deva saber?

— Nada nojento? Ou... líquido.

— Eu nunca faria isso. Você é o meu bebê e eu só quero o que for o melhor.

— E você?

— Hm. Acho que bondage, nada que impeça eu de me mover. E garotos desobedientes e malcriados.

— E sobre... garotos arteiros? — Nico tinha que ter certeza.

— Com tanto que você saiba das consequências.

— Oh.

Será que ele iria querer desapontar Percy a esse ponto? E que tal só um pouquinho?

— Eu sei o que você está pensando. Pode parar agora. Você só tem que pedir, não importa o que seja.

— Eu sei. É mais divertido assim.

— É melhor você não me testar, sim?

— Tão malvado. — Nico sabia que ele tão pouco era alguém fácil de se lidar. Ele podia ser mimado e distante, perdido no próprio mundo, e também podia ser imprevisível, fugindo de qualquer coisa que ele não gostasse sem deixar qualquer rastro. — Eu vou me comportar.

— Bom garoto.

— E as outras coisas dentro da caixa?

— É um assunto para outra hora. Agora, nós vamos deitar e ter uma longa soneca. As provas estão chegando e precisamos estar descansados, hm?

Percy beijou seu rosto e o colocou contra os travesseiros, se deitando a seu lado em seguida. Percy estava certo, com tudo o que aconteceu Nico não tinha estudado tudo o que precisava, então, infelizmente algumas horas seriam gastas em frente a uma pilha de livros.

***

“Pense por mim. Me impeça de me preocupar com qualquer coisa que não seja ser seu. Escolha minhas roupas, cuide de mim o dia inteiro. Me faça sorrir por pertencer a você.   Me faça gemer quando você me beijar  e me lembrar que sou sua apenas seu. Me faça arfar quando você me agarrar e decidir me usar como você bem entender. Me faça tremer  sempre que você quiser me mostrar o que realmente significa ser amado por você.”

Nico bocejou e se encostou contra as almofadas, fechando seu diário, enquanto sentia o sol de fim de tarde atingir seu rosto. Assim, disfarçando sem dificuldade os pensamentos que havia acabado de colocar no papel. Quando Nico menos, percebeu faltava uma semana para o início das provas do meio do ano. Agora, eles estavam no jardim perto da piscina, mesas e almofadas para todos os lados, embora Percy e os amigos não estivessem tão interessado no cronograma de estudos que ele tinha criado. Percy, Tyson, Luke e Grover estavam na piscina enquanto ele, Silena e Clarisse, ocupavam uma mesa, com Chris plantado ao lado de Clarisse feito um bobo apaixonado mesmo depois de tantos anos.

Se ele pudesse também estaria se divertindo, Nico podia pensar em várias coisas que gostaria de estar fazendo. Um exemplo disso, era a surpresa que ele tinha aguardado para Percy que ainda não tinha tido a oportunidade certa para fazer. Não que ele ainda precisasse surpreender Percy, porém, não seria legal se ele se esforçasse o tanto que Percy se esforçava?

Nico tinha que ser sincero. Não esperava que Percy fosse levar a sério essa coisa de dominador e submisso. A prova disso era a gargantilha em volta de seu pescoço e, claro, o anel em seu dedo. Ele não podia deixar de tocar no pedaço de couro em sua pele, feito uma coleira, não o deixando esquecer dos últimos dias. Nada tinha realmente mudado, embora ele se sentisse diferente. Mais tranquilo de algum jeito. Seguro. Quer dizer, Percy agora não hesitava quando queria algo dele, o que era um ótimo desenvolvimento. A questão é que... as coisas eram quase como elas costumavam ser no passado, quando eles eram crianças e as coisas eram mais simples. Se ele ignorasse a ansiedade que costumava sentir e a falta de sexo, era como se tivessem evoluído o que eles já tinham. Nico gostava muito disso, lhe dava um conforto que gesto ou palavra alguma conseguiria.

— Nico, você está me ouvindo?

— Hm?

Era Clarisse, irritada com ele. Ela tinha os braços cruzados e revirava os olhos, impaciente.

— Se você vai fazer isso, é melhor você ir lá. Qual foi a última palavra que você leu?

Era uma boa pergunta.

— Desde quando você se tornou tão dependente dele? — Clarisse, insistiu, se levantando.

— Eu não sou dependente de ninguém. De onde você tirou isso?

— Você acha que engana alguém? Ele até te colocou numa coleira!

— Não sei do que você está falando. — Nico nem mesmo levantou a voz, e mesmo que fosse verdade, ele estava feliz de finalmente ser encoleirado.

— Nico! Para de brincar com essa gargantilha e presta atenção!

Clarisse antou até ele, segurou em sua mão e o fez levantar junto com ela. E então, o empurrou em direção a piscina.

— Vai lá. Não volte aqui até que você consiga se concentrar.

— Eu não s--

— O que está acontecendo aqui?

Bem que Nico tinha percebido o sol sumir. Era apenas Percy parado atras dele, fazendo sombra.

— Nico sente sua falta. Cuide disso.

Com isso, Clarisse se sentou nas almofadas mais uma vez e se encostou contra o peito de Cris que sorriu satisfeito, ambos voltando a seus livros.

Isso não era justo! Ele não tinha um peito firme para se encostar enquanto estudava.

Nico se virou em direção a Percy, prestar a dizer exatamente isso a ele, parando antes que pudesse continuar. Nico se lembrava do que aconteceu nas outras vezes que tinha levantado a voz para Percy, e se ele fizesse isso agora Percy também não se reprimiria.

Nico sorriu, engolindo a indignação e olhou para Percy, esquecendo por um momento a raiva. Percy ainda pingava da água da piscina, tinha os cabelos jogados para trás e vestia uma sunga tão justa que não escondia nada. Não que Percy estivesse tentando.

Ele abriu a boca, pensou melhor e disse:

— Você precisa usar algo tão pequeno?

Percy já estava sorrindo, vindo o resto do caminho em sua direção. Percy abriu os braços e imediatamente Nico foi envolvido por ele, sendo puxado contra o peito de Percy e se molhando no processo. Isso também era injusto, nenhum garoto de dezessete anos deveria ser tão alto ou ter aqueles músculos.

— O que foi? Cansou de estudar? — Percy o levantou do chão, o fazendo enrolar as pernas em volta dele. E tudo o que Nico escutou foi “está na hora de ir para o quarto?”

— Percy! Você devia estar estudando comigo!

Oh, não! Nico pensou, mal tendo tempo de segurar nos ombros de Percy, sentindo o impacto que mesmo sobre o tecido dos shorts, o fez gemer.

— Eu sei, bebê. — Então, Percy o segurou pelo queixo e o fez encará-lo, o beijando suavemente, o fazendo esquecer que eles tinham uma plateia. — Nós estudamos bastante essa semana. Nunca estive mais preparado, hm? Que tal a gente descansar um pouco? Só nós dois?

Parecia uma pergunta, mas não era uma. No meio de assobios e gritos, Percy o levou para dentro da casa, subindo as escadas como se Nico não pesasse nada, o encarando bem de perto enquanto ia.

— Qual o problema?

Essa era a questão. Pela primeira vez em muito tempo Nico não tinha nenhuma preocupação que não fosse passar em suas provas. Então, ele não podia dizer que era um problema. Era a solução, de fato. Nico estava estranhando a facilidade que ele tinha em deixar tudo nas mãos de Percy e se manter em seu pequeno e perfeito mundo onde nada parecia ser capaz de afetá-lo se Percy quisesse assim.

— Não é nada. — Ele enfim disse quando chegaram no quarto e Percy o colocou sentado na ponta da cama, se ajoelhando no chão entre suas pernas. — Está tudo bem?

— É claro, bebê. Nunca estive melhor.

Isso era verdade. A cada dia que passava Percy tinha mais energia e vigor, e devagar, tomava conta de todas as decisões que se referia a ambos. Eles fariam uma viagem? Percy decidia para onde. O que eles comeriam de manhã? Geralmente seu prato estaria pronto antes dele ter que pedir. Quer dizer, era sempre o que Nico gostava e do jeito que ele mais gostava, cada decisão parecendo ser algo que Nico escolheria por si mesmo se tivesse a chance. Às vezes, era até melhor. Sinceramente? Era um fardo que ele com muita alegria estava feliz de se livrar. Entretanto, Nico não queria que isso se tornasse um peso para Percy, algo que ele fazia por obrigação.

— Está tudo bem mesmo? Suas notas melhoraram?

Isso pareceu fazer Percy parar por um momento, o observando mais de perto. Percy não tentou sorrir, ele o segurou pela nuca e o abraçou apertado, fazendo algo em seu peito se aquietar.

— É sobre a nossa relação? Está sendo muito?

— Não, eu gosto. — Nico negou, o abraçando de volta tão forte quanto Percy havia o abraçado. — Eu me preocupo com você.

— Bem, não esquente essa sua cabecinha, mm? Está tudo sob controle.

— Tem certeza?

Percy beijou seu pescoço e disse:

— Contanto que você permita, vou cuidar de tudo.

— Você me trata tão bem. Ninguém fez tanto por mim quanto você faz.

— Acho bom. Espero que ninguém faça ou teremos um problema.

Nico queria rir. Ele também esperava que ninguém fizesse, porque se esse fosse o caso, significaria que eles não estariam mais juntos. Ao invés de responder, Nico preferiu deixar que Percy decidisse os próximos passos; se seria sexo, um longo banho ou uma soneca no meio do dia, não importava para Nico. Se eles estivessem juntos, era o suficiente para ele.

***

No fim, eles tinham decidido por um banho na jacuzzi, um longo e relaxante banho onde Percy tinha massageado suas costas e feito a tensão que ele nem sabia que tinha, desaparecer como num passo de mágica. Percy estava sendo tão bom para ele que Nico finalmente havia achado a oportunidade perfeita para colocar seu plano em ação.

Ele deixou que Percy o secasse dos pés à cabeça, como em qualquer dia, o carregasse até a cama e o beijasse antes de Percy se levantar e ir colocar as toalhas no cesto de roupas sujas. Nico aproveitou esse momento para pegar o pacote dentro do fundo de uma gaveta e entrou no closet, uma porta que ficava perto do guarda-roupa e que eles raramente usavam. Felizmente, ele finalmente teria um uso.

Rasgando a embalagem, Nico tirou as duas peças e as segurou entre os dedos, percebendo que talvez tenha comprado em um tamanho menor do que tinha planejado. O tecido era de uma seda deliciada e de cor rosa clarinha, parecendo ser tirada de um tule, porém, bonita e feminina. Ele achava que Percy iria gostar, seria um contraste interessante contra sua pele. Bem, Nico não saberia até experimentar.

Então, pegando a tanga, colocou os pés nos espaços certos, e vestiu a parte de cima, sentindo a seda deslizar por sua pele.

Agora Nico sabia por que as mulheres gostam tanto desse tipo de lingerie, o tecido era tão macio e fino... era como se ele nem estivesse usando nada, mas, mesmo assim, estivesse sendo acariciado.

— Nico? Onde você está? — Ele escutou Percy o chamando.

Era agora ou nunca, certo?

Nico nem mesmo pegou um roupão antes de abrir a porta do closet. Ele apenas arrumou a tanga e caminhou para dentro do quarto, parando perto do batente da porta. Ele se sentiu um pouco ridículo com aquela roupa cheia de fru-fru? Sim. Porém, tudo valeu a pena no exato momento em que encontrou Percy no meio do cômodo, vendo a expressão no rosto de Percy ir de confuso para chocado e então, o puro prazer.

Ele andou o resto do caminho e parou em frente a Percy, decidido a ser o melhor dos submissos. Ele abaixou levemente a cabeça, mostrando respeito e colocou as mãos trás das costas, permitindo que Percy visse sua frente.

— Tão bonito. Tudo isso é pra mim? — Percy disse mais sério do que Nico esperava. Sua voz soando mais firme e grave, ainda sem tocar nele.

— Eu queria fazer uma surpresa. Você gostou?

Nico esperou pacientemente, segurando o folego. Isso era porque Percy não gostava de ser surpreendido. Eles nunca tinham conversado sobre essas coisas, mas no fundo Nico sabia que isso era verdade. Se Percy fosse surpreendido, quer dizer que ele não tinha o controle do que acontecia. Mas ainda assim, Nico queria ver a reação de Percy, talvez assim Percy não fosse tão cuidadoso com ele.

Não o entendam mal, ele amava cada dia que passava ao lado de Percy, mas a... excitação da novidade não acontecia com tanta frequência como ele gostaria. Talvez isso fosse o que eles precisavam.

— Meu bebê está tentando me provocar, é isso?

— Está dando certo?

Nico espiou entre os cílios e viu um brilho estranhos nos olhos de Percy.

Nesses momentos as feições de Percy se transformavam completamente. De calmo ele se tornava sério e... e algo a mais que era difícil definir. Às vezes, era brincalhão, e outras, maldoso, como se Percy se divertisse com sua angústia. Percy nunca perdia a calma, entretanto, era como se algo além disso viesse a superfície, algo que Percy escondia e que apenas se manifestava se provocado.

— Você quer descobrir?

Bem, Nico teria respondido se pudesse, se tivesse sido uma pergunta. Era mais um aviso, um comunicado do que estava prestes a acontecer.

Ainda segurando o folego, Nico continuou a observar Percy, como ele parecia estar se preparando para fazer algo... tinha sido um erro? Será que ele devia ter avisado e-- Percy então se moveu. Apenas um passo para a frente e suas mãos quentes estavam sobre Nico, no pescoço, puxando sua cabeça para trás e em sua cintura, o mantendo no lugar. O que tinha sido uma boa ideia. Sem nenhuma roupa para cobri-lo, as sensações pareciam mais intensas, o fazendo estremecer dos pés à cabeça.

— Nós não conversamos sobre isso. Você sabe o que uma palavra de segurança é?

— Oh. — Ele sabia! Finalmente!

Nico sabia e tinha esperado por esse momento. O problema era que ele se encontrava com dificuldade para falar. Então, acenou, se sentindo preso pelos olhos de Percy que o fitavam, intensos.

— Use suas palavras, bebê. — Nico sabia que o apelido devia suavizar o momento, mas ele só se sentia mais tenso, se preparando para o que estava prestes a acontecer.

— Eu-- eu tenho. Torta?

— Você tem certeza? — E agora tinha um certo tom de humor na voz de Percy, suas covinhas aparecendo.

— Na verdade, não. Sei como funciona, mas nunca usei uma antes.

— Nunca? — Percy franziu a testa, parecendo nada contente. — Isso é muito irresponsável.

— Eu sei, mas…

— Me diga.

— Eu não consigo falar muito, sabe? Durante.

Isso pareceu acender uma luz no rosto de Percy.

— Vamos manter isso em mente. Agora, deixa eu ver... quem comprou isso pra você? — Mas Percy estava sorrindo, deslizando as mãos por seu corpo. Ombros, costas, cintura, andando em volta dele e tocando em todos os lugares até chegar em sua bunda, acariciando suas nádegas e escorregando um dos dedos pelo fio da tanga em direção a sua entrada.

— Ah!

— Não era isso o que você queria? Eu devia usar o meu presente? Hmm?

E de novo, parecia uma pergunta, mas não era uma. Nico permaneceu como estava, com as mãos atrás das costas, e apenas se moveu quando Percy o segurou pelo braço, o guiando para a cama.

— Onde foi que você aprendeu essa posição, bebê? — Percy disse enquanto eles iam em direção a cama.

— Eu vi em um vídeo…

— Você sabe o que isso significa?

Nico acenou, envergonhado demais para dizer.

— Eu quero ouvir.

— Servidão e obediência.

— É isso mesmo. — Percy disse, satisfeito. — Não precisa se apressar, tudo vai acontecer na hora certa. Quero que você relaxe, tudo bem?

Foi o que Nico fez. Deixou que Percy o colocasse sentado na ponta da cama e quando enfim Percy se aproximou, ele fechou os olhos e gemeu, sentindo seu corpo reagir livremente.

O que vocês acharam? Satisfatório? Eu não sei. Eu gostava tanto desse tipo de cena, sabe? +18. Mas agora... não sei. Nos proximos capítulos vou tentar trazer mais plot do que porn.

Até logo.

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

Sim, mais uma capítulo. Para compensar pela semana passada. Espero que vocês gostem.

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 / Chapter XIV

Percy watched that boy and did nothing, he didn't move to give him what he deserved or try to call for help, he just witnessed that beautiful scene; Will at the foot of the stairs, fuming with rage while he hugged Nico tightly.

He rested his head on top of Nico's and in return, he heard Nico sigh softly, relaxing completely against Percy.

Even though he knew he shouldn't provoke people, it was something that was in his blood. He stroked Nico's back and then looked back at Will, smiling victoriously. He understood perfectly well what this would cause, it was obvious. If someone was touching what was his, as he was doing now, he would be furious too. And sure enough, Will came towards them, marching and huffing, Will puffed out his chest, preparing for battle, and stopped right in front of them, close enough for Percy to feel Will's rapid breathing on his face. Not pleasant.

"Let go of Nico, he doesn't belong to you!”

"Ohh!" Percy said, faking the happiness he didn't feel. "If he doesn't belong to me, does that mean he's yours?”

For real, that was a question that didn’t need an answer. Nico wasn’t someone’s thing. Anyway, that didn’t matter. The fact that was worth noting was that Nico gasped and pressed himself closer to him, hiding his face in his shoulder and muttering a “Please, someone kill me,” something Percy probably shouldn’t have heard. So he decided to ignore it.

"Let. Him. Go! Now!”

"What if I don't want to? You're going to scream some more, aren't you?" Percy shook his head, pretending to be disappointed and said: "You can curse me if you want. I promise to cry just for you. What do you think?”

“You fucking--!”

Percy peered over Nico's head at Will and nearly burst out laughing.

You know, it was pretty funny. A spoiled kid thinking that his angry puppy face pretending to be a fighting bull would scare anyone. And he thought he was the little wimp there. Live and learn, right? However, Will kept his promise, he came closer again and before Percy knew it, a punch was coming towards him, but because of the height difference it would hit Nico.

At the last moment, he turned around, putting Nico with his back to the wall and took another punch in his place, in the same spot where Hades had hit him. He barely felt the impact, but he knew that the next day the bruise would be much bigger than necessary.

"Per!" Nico gasped, seeming to come out of his stupor.

"It's okay, kitten." He smiled at Nico and stroked his long black hair. It didn't even hurt, he was sincere. But Nico didn't believe it. He raised his hand and massaged the place gently, making a cute grimace of sorrow.

"The skin is swollen. It even looks like a bump has formed!”

"It’s nothing. You don't need to--”

That was the moment when Hazel decided to appear, shaking the photo album and showing a specific page that they couldn't see from that direction.

"Percy, I found-- You again! What are you doing here?" She pointed at Will and crossed her arms.

Percy knew he liked her for a good reason.

"It's none of your business, Dwarf." Will said without paying attention to her.

Percy turned his head in time to see Will raising his fist once more, another punch coming his way.

"Is that so? Then, I'll call Lalá and Katty.”

Hazel whistled and two dogs appeared. They were two adult, trained German Shepherds.

"Bite." With a sweet smile on her face, was all Hazel said.

After that, everything happened very quickly. The dogs followed their owner's orders and went after Will, who ran away, disappearing faster than he had appeared.

***

"Percy, I found-- You! What are you doing here again?”

When Hazel appeared on the balcony was the moment he knew things were only going to get more complicated. She pointed at Will and crossed her arms, the photo album forgotten in her hands.

You know? That was the reason Will didn't come to their house anymore and that was also the reason they met at Will's work, hidden in some dark alley.

The truth was that things had been a bit strange between Will and his family ever since… well, ever since Will started acting so explosively. It wasn’t anyone’s fault, exactly, Will was too jealous, too bossy, sometimes it seemed like he was going to force him into something Nico didn’t want to do, and without him even realizing it. One moment they were talking and the next… they weren’t. Even though Will knew he wasn’t ready to take that step.

The thing was, Will used to be his friend, his first friend, and Nico didn't want to lose that friendship just because they weren't sexually compatible, even though Will insisted they were. He just... Nico just didn't feel that way about Will, maybe he never had. If it weren't for his father... it was hard to define if he ever loved Will or if it was the pressure from Hades putting everything on his shoulders; the problem was that Will was always there by his side, but maybe... maybe he shouldn't be anymore? Will definitely had other priorities now, like deciding who was the alpha male or marking his territory like a dog in heat.

"It's none of your business, Dwarf." Nico heard Will say, his voice sending shivers down his spine.

Nico didn't even want to see, he didn't want to hear either. Will spoke with so much anger, with so much hate... he didn't know who Will was anymore. The boy Nico knew was sweet and respectful, the best friend in the world. Now this mean, cruel and violent man? He had never heard Will speak like that to anyone, much less seen him raise his hand against anyone.

Shrinking against Percy's chest, Nico closed his eyes, ready to receive all the aggression that Will seemed to direct only at him.

"Is that so? Then I'll call Lalá and Katty.”

Hazel whistled and the two dogs appeared, the guard dogs that looked after their property, trained by Hades and Hazel since she was little.

"Bite." Hazel said and Nico relaxed, it was a relief not to have to deal with Will now.

Will ran away and finally Nico allowed himself to sigh and breathe, feeling safe with Percy around him.

"Nico, are you okay? What did he do?”

He looked to the side and there was the angel with black skin and golden eyes, she was so tall and so kind that most of the time Nico forgot that she was only eleven years old.

"It was nothing. You know, the usual.”

"If it were me, I would have already kicked his ass so hard that Will would never sit down again." She nodded, as though imagining the whole scene, and took Nico's hand, leading them inside the house.

Percy followed closely behind him, his hands guiding his back and making him feel good. That is, until they reached the dining room where everyone was still sitting, no one was drinking or eating like before, all of them looking at their forks or laps, avoiding looking at him, or almost; Hades was the exception. He had one of the most neutral expressions Nico had ever seen in his life.

"Come on, sit down. Finish eating.”

Nico looked at the plate and his stomach turned. The food must have gone cold and the wine made him want to vomit.

"No, thanks. I'll take Perc--”

"It was you? The one who called that boy here?" Hazel said, still standing at the entrance to the dining room. "Only you would do something like that.”

"Hazel, respect your father." Maria finally spoke. She muttered, standing up and walking around the table until she was in front of her daughter. "The important thing is that the problem has been solved.”

"Solved? What was solved? That man came in here again!”

“Hazel,” Hades murmured, scolding her. “You’re right. I talked to him. I thought Will had changed, that he was worried about Nico keeping him waiting last night. I didn’t ask him to come.”

"So, you admit it! You've been talking to him behind our backs!”

"Not exactly. Mr. Solace is the mayor, how could I not talk to them?”

"Is this all because of money? I don't believe it! Is that why Nico forces himself to put up with that daddy's boy son of a b****? Cause you would lose their political support? Ahg!" Hazel looked at her father in disgust and ran out of the room, but before she went, she turned around and said: "If you ever do that to me, I'll report you for mistreatment of minors. How could you do that to your own son?”

With that, Hazel ran up the stairs and from where they were, they could hear the door slam with a loud thud.

***

"Yeah, well…" He turned to Percy and ignored everything else, almost hiding back against the man's chest. Instead, he tried to smile and look apologetic. It probably didn't work. But he was surprised, Percy brought his hands to his face and wiped away the tears he hadn't even noticed were falling.

"No need to cry, it's okay.”

“I--”

"Really. It was my fault. You don't have to be sad about it. Hmm?" Percy smiled at him, showing that small smirk, and touched his hair, stroking it slowly, calming him with just a gentle gesture and sweet words.

Strangely reassured, Nico felt a weird sensation in the pit of his stomach and observed Percy's eyes, clear as the sea, firm and warm in his touch, determined, affectionate. He didn't know what to say, that gesture seemed more than a simple caress, its meaning expanding each time Percy did something like that; the gesture becoming more familiar and intimate than before. But Nico had promised, he wouldn't run away from his feelings. So he continued to look at him and let the moment drag on until the minutes passed and Will's memory slowly faded.

Percy just stood there with Nico, hugging him around the waist, massaging his hair and smiling at him.

“Are you okay?” Percy finally spoke, whispering close to his ear, like a secret.

Nico mumbled something back, something nonsensical. Percy smiled, his voice coming out in a deep cat-like purr, the laughter echoing through his chest and broad shoulders, making Nico feel it in his hands, still resting on Percy's shoulders.

"Do you want to come with me? I don't blame you. I would run away from here too if I could.”

Nico smiled at Percy. Yes, he found himself smiling. Nico smiled because it was the only thing to do at that moment, the only logical thing that would keep him sane; mostly, Nico smiled because that was the effect Percy had on him, even when the man acted like a jerk his reaction was to laugh, whether he was happy, angry or... something else, his reaction would always be that.

“I’ll walk you to the door?” Nico asked. He wouldn’t mind spending some more time with him. However, it was already dark and he didn’t want Percy to get home too late.

So Nico took him by the hand and led him along the path between the vegetations until they reached the wooden gate at the entrance to the property.

"Thanks for bearing with me. It was a fun night.”

"I bet." Nico muttered back.

Super fun.

Percy smiled at him and took a step back, preparing to leave when he stopped in his tracks and turned to Nico, now more sober.

"I was serious about you coming with me. For as long as you need.”

"I-- I can't. It wouldn't be..." The word Nico was looking for was "good" or "healthy," but what came out was something else. "...fair. You've done so much for me. I don't know how to thank you.”

"You don't have to. Never. I wouldn't ask for what you're not willing to give. And I don't expect you to give me anything back.”

Percy's response to his ears sounded ambiguous, with more meaning than he was ready to accept. So Nico just nodded and waited for Percy to walk away, looking down and feeling strangely disappointed, sensing that something was changing again and in such a short time. However, before Percy had completely walked away, Nico saw Percy coming back with hurried steps and… and he hadn't expected that.

Holding his breath, Nico saw Percy stop in front of him and... and hold his shoulder, watched those hands go up to his neck and stop there, firm and warm. It was then that Percy looked at him very closely and... and kissed his face, too close to his mouth and, at the same time, far away.

Percy pressed his mouth there for longer than necessary, massaging his hair, and slowly released him. Only then did Nico realize how possessive Percy's touch seemed, much more intense than the other times. Yes, this time Percy didn't smile, and neither did he do it. Percy looked at Nico as if memorizing his features and finally pulled away, hesitating.

"See you on Monday.”

Percy turned his back on him, got into his giant jeep and sped away. Before he knew it, Percy was long gone, leaving him with nothing but silence and his own thoughts, and maybe a little discomfort between his legs.

See you soon!

PJO unrequited crushes

Leo -> Jason -> Nico -> Percy -> Luke

te desejo maturidade

para saber lidar com o silêncio das coisas.

Percy wishing Nico would wear a Morticia Addams dress just makes sens, boy be losing his mind when Nico speaks italian like Gomez when Tish speaks french. Caro mio~*kiss noises* 😚😚😚

Percy's fantasy, probably.

Where the Grace siblings were the first to be born after the vow.

Jason was the weapon who dared to rebel and is now "free" from his imprisonment for the quest of the seven.

And he and Percy have a few words.

Percy: notices Jason staring at him what have I got something on my face?

Dark Jason: So your the one they replaced me with? A bastard son of Neptune.

Percy: It’s Poseidon actually, wait how did you know?

Dark Jason: My apologies, chuckles what? Do you not realise you reek of the sea?

Percy: I mean yeah, well no…but how can you smell that?…realisation wow they weren’t kidding when they said you were raised by wolves.

Dark Jason: They really just picked you up from nowhere didn’t they? But you must have your uses if my father regards you so highly.

Percy: I dunno I think your old man hates me.

Dark Jason: snorts Please your free, as free as a demigod can be. If that were me who insulted him well…holds up his bound hands

Percy: That’s why your in chains? Because you insulted your dad?

Dark Jason: No I’m in chains so I can be controlled like the weapon he always wanted to me to be.

Percy:…Remind me not to complain about my dad ignoring me.

Dark Jason: He does that too, up until, the Giants rose and he sent me to face Krios with barely an instruction. And than back I went before I could even say hello to my camp…to my friends. Chuckles darkly not that Krios stood a chance.

Percy: Damn, you really are Thalia’s little brother…remind me not to piss you off.

Dark Jason:….you’ve met my sister?

Percy: Yup, she hated my gusts and now we’re friends.

Dark Jason: smiles fondly that’s my sister. Perhaps I will see her before this is over…it’s been, many years.

Percy: I’m sure she’ll show up, the hunters are always about.

Dark Jason: That they are.

Percy: Soo…are we cool? Hand out

Dark Jason: Word to the wise, Jackson. Don’t get close to me, my father is less than tolerant of those who do.

Percy: That’s a risk I’m willing to take

Dark Jason: raises an eyebrow

Percy: I sent him Medusa’s severed head in the post when I was 12, while searching for his master bolt. I don’t think befriending his wayward son is gonna top that.

Dark Jason: blinks, than chuckles very well shakes his hand.

Percy: How are you going to fight in chains tho?

Dark Jason: smirks, don’t worry about it

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

Oii, how are you doing? This was supposed to be a shorter chapter, then I decided to do something special towards the end. I hope you like it! See the end notes for more information.^^

Previous chapters: CHAPTER I / CHAPTER II / CHAPTER III / CHAPTER IV / CHAPTER V / CHAPTER VI

"Pay attention!” Percy shouted and passed the ball to Chris Rodriguez, a tall boy with Hispanic traits. A great friend, but who was now getting on his nerves.

Okay, it wasn't Chris's fault. Percy wanted to end that practice soon and meet Nico who was waiting for him in the stands. Was he asking too much for time to go faster? Percy yelled again, this time watching Charles Beckendorf get distracted by his cheerleader girlfriend.

Damn, could anyone do anything right!?

"Dude, take it easy!" Grover came running up to him when Coach ended the practice earlier than usual. "Is your boy not taking care of you?"

Grover was right, Nico had taken good care of him. Percy had even relaxed after the act, but then he felt that anger rise to his head watching those people desire what was his. When Nico was lonely and helpless, nobody did anything, choosing to isolate him, but now that Nico had grown up and stood tall with those broad shoulders and intense black eyes, carrying his guitar around the corners, it was nearly impossible not to be enchanted by when he sang. It drove Percy mad, bringing out his worst side.

Percy admitted, he was going crazy, slow and steady, fighting anyone who tried to get close. That had to be the only reason Percy wanted people to stay away from Nico. It's just, it wasn't that different from before. Not that he tried to hide it, Percy purposely pushed people away and he knew it. Nico knew that too. Even the janitor knew. He wanted to feel bad for acting this way, impulsive and…so wrong. He thought that this Percy had stayed in the past and that he'd died with Nico's going away. God, he here he was, thinking he was such a grown-up now just because he didn't act that like that in such a long time. That is, until Nico came back and showed him that he was still the same insecure, jealous little boy.

“Per-cy! Earth to Percy. Anybody home?” Grover said and waved his hand in front of Percy’s face, seeing that now a group of boys had formed around them.

It was normal, after all he was the captain. This would be the moment when they usually had conversations about possible changes in the game strategy. Today was not one of those days, today he hadn't paid attention to anything, ball passes, the position of the players on the pitch or how many baskets were made.

"Sorry guys. You are dismissed.”

"Jackson, come on! Just tell us.” Luke said, walking up to him carefree and careless.

Percy took a deep breath and tried to focus.

"Tell you what?”

"You're not going to freak out again, are you?" Someone else spoke, though they all sounded the same to him.

"Who agrees with the sub-captain taking care of the team?" “Of course Luke said that since he was the sub-captain.

“Do what you want.”

Nothing mattered more than Nico. Calmly, he took the captain's armband off his arm and tossed it to whoever was closest, turning his back on them.

“I want to see how long you last.”

"Percy, come back here! I was kidding! Since when do you listen to what I say?”

But he didn't come back, he kept marching towards the exit, remembering to get his things near the locker room and only stopped when he found Nico at the bottom of the bleachers, oblivious to what was happening around him. Nico was sitting on the grass, his back against the foot of the bleacher structure, strumming his guitar and muttering something low in the most velvety, sweetest voice he had ever heard. Nico stopped playing and then turned towards the notebook in front of him to jot something down, all the while people’s around him watched in awe.

You know, nobody used to watch practice other than the cheerleaders, but here in the late afternoon sun and with the birds chirping, Nico had never looked so beautiful; head down and posture relaxed, giving him the impression that more and more the audience would multiply if this kept happening. Then… then that rage came rushing back and it was so sudden that he stopped before Nico could even notice him, Percy didn't want Nico to see that part of him.

He took a deep breath for long moments and only when he was sure he could control himself did he walk the rest of the way, stopping in front of Nico.

"Are you ready?” Percy asked Nico.

“Hm.” Nico nodded, lifting his hand from the guitar and stretching back. "Don't you have anything more to do? It's still three pm.”

"No, today I'm all yours."

That's when Nico lifted his head, looked at him through his lashes and smiled at him, all sweet and shy, taking him back to simpler times.

"Let's go, then?” He almost forgot about the people around, muttering farther away from them. It was enough for Nico to nod again while putting his things away and to finally hold Percy’s hands while they disappeared from sight of those insignificant people, who kept mumbling like noisy little insects.

He took Nico's backpack, helping him, while Nico took the guitar in the hand that wasn't occupied by his.

"New music?”

“The band practice will perform at the ball.”

"Are They?” Percy could already imagine how many fans Nico would get that night.

"Why didn't you tell me? I have never been to one.

“I wasn't planning on going.” Not since Nico got back, but now that Nico's mentioned the ball… "Do you want to go with me?"

“Mister Jackson! Are you asking me out? It’s a date?”

"Only if you want to be.”

Percy couldn't contain himself, Nico was laughing and joking with so much joy that it warmed his heart to the point that he had to stop halfway and kiss Nico until they were both breathless; on the lips, cheekbones, jaw and neck. He only stopped when Nico laughed so hard that tears welled up in his beautiful dark eyes.

"Then, it's a deal. Let's date.”

"You Moron.” Nico sighed, staring at him closely, and another impulse took him. Percy wiped the tears of laughter that still fell from Nico’s face and kissed him one more time, just to express how much he loved him.

"I'm serious. I'll even wear a suit. What do you think?”

"I think you're going to look real nice."

"I thought I already was.” Nico smiled again and Percy didn't even try to control himself this time. He hugged Nico around the waist and kissed him like last night, as if no one was watching, and only stopped when Nico moaned, high in the back of his throat, and pushed him away, shoving him without force by the chest.

“Per.” Nico whimpered, blinking slowly, almost moaning in frustration, but so softly Percy wanted to slam him against the wall and solve their problem right then and there. It would show who Nico belonged to.

What? No! He was not that person. He, no…

“Per?” He felt soft fingers against his face and blinked, trying to get those thoughts out of his head. Nico looked worried with a slight crease between his eyebrows. "Everyting’s fine?”

“Sure, it’s fine.”

Nico was right to run away from him. In the end, the danger wasn't in other people but in him, a sick and possessive little boy.

"Do you want something to eat? It's getting late.”

Percy just nodded, being pulled by Nico towards his car. He could feel the concern emanate from Nico, it was the way he spoke all softly and carefully, the affectionate touches on his arm or shoulder as if trying to comfort a little boy who had fallen and hurt his leg. And even knowing all this, Percy still didn't feel guilty. He wanted to. And no metter how many times he told himself exactly that, he understood perfectly well what he was doing; he let Nico comfort him, absorbing the attention Nico gave him like a sponge in the desert and it felt wonderfully good.

In the end, they ended up going back to that same restaurant Nico had loved so much, ordering another bottle of wine and all the pasta Nico could eat. Percy knew he should at least call his mother, knowing that at this point she should be worried about his absence, but Percy soon forgot about that. Content, he watched Nico eat heartily and drink more than half of the bottle of wine as if it were water, much less drunk than the last time. Percy didn't mind, because in reality he was exactly where he wanted to be, with Nico smiling at him and paying attention only to him.

***

Immediately, Nico knew something was wrong. Or rather, that they were falling into the same vices as before. To tell the truth, it was hard to worry about these things. Was a lot, especially when Percy was so close and smelled so good, those strong arms around him and the kisses that made him shiver. But he needed…needed…

"Beautiful.” Percy murmured against his lips, pulling him closer until there was no distance left between their bodies. They were still in the restaurant and that was not a proper attitude to have in a public place.

“Per. Stop it.”

“Hm? I don't-- I'm sorry.”

“We need to talk.”

That finally made Percy stop. Nico saw Percy take a deep breath and look at him very seriously. That made it even worse, the expression on Percy's face made him want to spread his legs and obey whatever Percy told him to do, and he knew exactly what Percy would order if they got carried away.

“We don't need to talk.” Percy said when he didn't say anything.

"We don’t?”

"I know everything. It is my behavior.”

"If you know…”

“I can't control myself.”

Hm… that was an evolution. He nodded and smiled, proud of Percy.

“I know it's not right.”

"And what else?”

“I'll try to do better.”

Nico let the air out and relaxed against the restaurant seat.

“Look, I don't really care.”

"No?” Now Percy looked genuinely confused.

“I know who you are and why you do these things. Maybe I'm to blame...”

"So what's the problem?”

“It affects your relationship with people. You're the captain and you're going to be the valedictorian. I don't want this… our relationship to destroy what you've worked for.”

“Nico." That's when he saw Percy widen his eyes and stare at him with a lost look.

“You know I didn't leave because of you, don't you?”

" I thought…”

“Per, you're not the problem, not even your habit of isolating us from others bothers me.”

"I am horrible person.”

"Me too. I… I encouraged you. When someone showed interest in you, I… I'm not proud of what I've done.”

"What did you do?” And where he thought he would see judgment, Percy showed him pure curiosity.

"Do you remember Rachel and the Stroll brothers? I do not want to talk about this. The problem here is that I… I didn't want sex and I didn't know how to say it to you, so I… I ran away and now… everything is worse!”

"Don’t say that. I promise that--"

“No, you don't understand! I missed you every day. I never want to go through that again. I… I… you will never get rid of me again! Are you listening to me! Never!” To prove his point, he pulled Percy by the jacket and kissed him, practically chattering their teeth.

"Baby.”

“No, that's not it. I mean, now you have no reason to let me screw things up.”

“Nico.” Percy said it so quietly and softly that he had to stop for a moment. “You're the best thing in my life. I love you, it's my fault you think that way.”

"It's not your fault. And I... I love you too.”

There, Nico had said what he needed to say. For some reason there was a tightness in his heart, a pressure in his chest that only Percy's touch could ease. He could barely think rationally, because none of it was rational. Not that possessiveness they both felt or that need to be close to each other. It couldn't be healthy. Or normal. How could other people live without feeling as loved and wanted as he did when he looked at Percy?

"Everything’s fine.” Percy said, beaming at him. “You belong to me and I belong to you. It may not be common, but why resist it?”

"Is it really fine?”

“Yeah, I promise. I'll do everything to make sure things work out this time. Do you trust me?”

"I do." How could he not trust when his body and soul soared with the simple touch of fingers against the back of his neck and wet lips against his?

“You don't have to worry, everything's under control.”

And Nico believed that.

With a relieved sigh, Nico allowed himself to be held and comforted. He would trust Percy to take care of everything, just like he always had.

***

Bonus Scene: I thought this chapter was too short, so I decided to bring a scene from the past. A short gift for you.

"Thank you for coming.” Percy Jackson opened the door and let her in.

Clarisse was immediately taken back, they weren't the best of friends and never would be. She couldn't explain it, Percy usually had an aura of someone who would step on anyone to get what he wanted… or rather, Percy was one of the most intimidating people she had ever met. Clarisse knew Percy used his height and strength to stand out, but it was more than that. Sincerely? She never thought she'd be invited to attend the ‘popular parties”, much less by the skinny, nerdy little boy who sat every class next to the psychopathic basketball captain. What embarrassed her the most was how overnight Percy's attitude had changed, from the bully to the politely respectful.

That’s why at this moment Clarisse was standing in front of Percy Jackson's door, hesitating to take the next step inside. You never knew what might be inside a psychopath's house. But finally, when it looked like none of them would give up, Percy held out his hand. However, he only took the platter of sandwiches and snacks from her hands when she offered it to him first.

“That's a lot.” he said, obviously trying hard to sound friendly.

"It’s nothing.” Actually, It wasn't, they had ordered it the day before. Maybe her mother overreacted.

The truth is, she wasn't sure what to bring. All Nico had said was for her to bring something and show up by noon. Usually she would stay well away from those kinds of people, but Annabeth had asked her to spy, so here she was, trying to be civil to the wildest person she'd ever met.

"Come in.” Was all he said before Percy turned and walked down the long hallway into the house.

She followed, surprised by the size of the living room. There was a large buffet table where Percy had set out the snacks, long comfy sofas, beanbags, a movie screen, and so much food she thought was impossible to eat, not to mention the tasteful furniture, the pastel decor, and a wonderful view of a well-tended garden and an Olympic sized swimming pool.

“Make yourself comfortable.” Without waiting, Percy disappeared up the stairs and into another hallway.

“He's just like that. You get used to it.”

Distracted, Clarisse jumped up scared to death, and looked toward the couch. It was Grover! Finally someone decent in this place.

"What's going on here? Where are the people at this party?”

"Party? It's more like a pajama night.”

"Pajama night?"

“Percy and Nico don't like making a fuss.”

“Hm?” She didn't understand anything.

“We get together to eat something and watch a movie. Sometimes to play something.”

"Is that what you rich people do?"

"No, but Percy and Nico like it that way."

"'Percy and Nico'?"

Are they an entity by any chance? A unique being?

That made Grover laugh. Sitting on the sofa, the boy held his stomach and threw his head back.

"You're more right than you think! I like you, I think you'll fit in very well with us.”

“Us? Who exactly? I'm not seeing anyone.”

"Guys, we've got company!" Grover put a hand over his mouth and yelled, creating an echo through the room. Miraculously, people began to come from all directions, down the stairs, and from every hallway or closed door.

“Clarisse, it's good to see you. How's the fencing going?

Silena was the first to approach. She had been his partner for years before she had to focus on school and cheerleading. Beckendorf was behind her, all serious and quiet. What Clarisse didn't expect to find was Luke and Thalia, Leo too. Not that it was surprising, they were all popular in their own way. She just didn't understand why Annabeth wasn't among them; she looked like someone who would fit right in.

"What brings you to our humble place?" Luke asked charmingly, strutting over to sit beside her. "I never thought I'd see you here."

“Nico invited me, so I came.” She shrugged. Maybe she was just curious to know how these people lived.

"Don't worry, soon you’ll be bored. You will see.”

As if on cue, Percy and Nico walked down the stairs, hand in hand and saying something so low that it would be impossible to hear from that distance. However, as soon as Nico saw her presence, he came to her and hugged her tight, saying, “I'm glad you came. Are you hungry?

"Maybe later.”

"Right." Nico smiled at her, holding her hands quickly and got up going towards Percy who had been watching everything with his arms crossed and with the most threatening expression she had ever seen. That is, all of that happened before Nico turned back to Percy, because in the next instant, Percy smiled, showing white teeth and pretty dimples, with so much love in his eyes and offering only kindness and happiness to Nico, that Clarisse thought Percy was two different people.

She had been there for five minutes and already thought it was social suicide to try to do anything to disrupt what was going on between the boys. And with each passing moment, he was more surprised. He saw in slow motion Percy receive Nico in his arms and squeeze him very hard and then kiss Nico's forehead, while Nico just smiled contentedly, practically swallowed by Percy's body. She had never seen such a brotherly gesture turn so sexual and possessive in mere seconds.

"This is normal? Nico need’s help?” she whispered to Grover and Luke who were beside her.

"Do you think he does?"

It was a good question. Almost disappearing behind Percy, he saw Nico drag Percy into the middle of the room and sit between the puffs, in front of a coffee table. Soon someone brought some plates of food close to them and everyone started to eat, even if the plates were closest to Nico. That is, almost everyone started to eat, Percy just watched the events unfold, seeming to survey what was happening around him with a satisfied look watching Nico eat with enthusiasm.

“Want more?” Percy asked Nico. And without waiting for an answer, he returned with a tray full of mini pizzas. “Your favorite.”

“Thank you, Per.” Nico smiled sweetly and his voice sounded even more loving, oozing honey, sugar and everything good in the world.

"I think I'm going to be sick."

Clarisse agreed with Luke, half mesmerized watching that domestic scene. Thankfully it was broken when Percy looked at them with a cynical smirk, saying:

“The bathroom is in the second door on the right.” However, Percy soon said, remembering to be a host, “Why don’t you get a plate. I don't want to have to throw food away.”

And since he said it so sweetly, why not?

Clarisse was the first to get up and go to the buffet table. She started with a piece of lemon cake and a glass of apple juice. She sat down next to Nico and this time, it didn't look like Percy was going to glare at him. Percy honestly seemed content to sit next to Nico and watch him eat with an enamored look on his face.

By the end of the night, watching the second movie and seeing Nico sleeping on Percy's shoulder in the greatest display of love she had ever seen, Clarisse came to a clear conclusion. She felt sorry for Annabeth and anyone who tried to stand in the way of Percy Jackson and his sweet, kind companion whose only innocent feature was his smile.

***

"Why so much food?" It was the big question of the night.

Clarisse noticed that as soon as one plate was emptied, another took its place, one tastier than the last. All she knew was that she couldn't take it anymore, and that she couldn't stop eating either.

“Percy's family owns a restaurant.”

"I know that. Everyone knows.”

“Consider us a group of testers." Nico told her, eating a candy that Clarisse didn't know what it was. “If we like it, it stays on the menu. If not, go under review.”

"The question is. Who did all this?”

“Me and Sally, Percy’s mom.” Nico shrugged and smiled when he saw Clarisse's reaction.

"You can cook?”

"Since a was little.”

“Aren't you rich?" When Nico looked at her, all confused, Clarisse added: “I mean, you don't have people for this?”

“I cook when I'm nervous or anxious. Or happy, too.”

"Seriously?”

“For us, food is a gesture of love.”

But Nico didn't say that looking at her, no. Nico had his hands in his lap and his face was flushed, watching Percy chat with a group of boys by the porch as they continued to talk by the coffee table.

 "A gesture of love?"

“I know Percy seems rude sometimes. It's just that he has a hard time trusting people.”

"And you?”

"I trust him.

"That’s pretty clear.”

“You know… we take care of our friends…”

"What does that mean?”

Nico smiled at her again, his black eyes twinkling as he took another bite of the candy. Soon Clarisse understood what was happening, Percy was walking towards them, all proud of himself. At first Clarisse didn't understand anything, and only realized the trap when a smaller boy appeared behind Percy. It was Chris, the boy she had seen in the halls and never had the courage to talk to him.

It was even funny. Percy pulled Chris forward and shoved the boy until he was in front of her, his face flushed with embarrassment.

“Clarisse, I want to introduce you to Chris Rodriguez.”

"We've seen each other around."

“That's great, isn't it?” Percy winked at her and guided Nico by the arm so quickly away that when she saw, she and Chris were alone. And since they were there… why not? She smiled at Chris, thinking that deep down Percy Jackson wasn't all that bad alter all.

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So, what did you think? I know the last scenes should be shorter, but I can't control myself. I also didn't want to do flashbacks, however they are so interesting that I will do some more. They will be a bit messy, nothing that will hinder the understanding of the story, but I will definitely have to revise their order within the chapters later.

I hope it was a good read. Suggestions and constructive comments are always welcome! I love to see your reation^^

Oh, I forgot to warn you, I hope that +18 scenes aren't too weird and that maybe the word count will exceed 50 thousand words, I'll try to control myself, but you know me. Wish me luck.

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Thanks for reading!