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THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME - PERCY/NICO AU HIGH SCHOOL - CHAPTER XXVIII, CHAPTER XXIX, CHAPTER XXX

Hi, how are you? Chapter finished early? That's right! The good news is that I've moved things forward a lot, the bad news is that I'm going to have to take a break from translating this one in order to write the last few chapters of the story. As a gift, I've decided to post the last three chapters I have ready. I also have a few chapters of “Sitter's love” ready. It will be out later today.

Previous chapters: 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 / CHAPTER XXII / CHAPTER XXIII / CHAPTER XXIV / CHAPTER XXV /CHAPTER XXVI / CHAPTER XXVII

Chapter XXVIII

"Please!" Nico screamed at the top of his lungs. Luckily, the rest of the family was helping out at the restaurant, so there was no one to witness this scene.

"I don't know. Have you learned your lesson?”

Nico whimpered once more and wiggled in his lap.

You know, Percy was very patient, almost a saint, so charitable and kind. And do you know why? Percy had taken Nico to the car, put their things in the backseat and driven calmly for the next fifteen minutes to his mother's house. He had put away the bags, offered Nico water and made him eat something before taking him upstairs, where their room was. Then, only then, after locking the bedroom door and putting the key in his pocket, he turned to Nico, letting the little boy see his true intentions.

“Take off your clothes,” Percy said without hesitation. However, it was Nico who hesitated. The boy looked at the door, then at the window, and finally looked at him, uncertain.

"Are you sure?" Nico asked. "You didn't reacted very well, before.”

Hmm... it was true. But that moment was in the past.

"Take off your clothes." Percy repeated.

This would be the part where he would usually be moving and he would be taking Nico's clothes off himself. The point here was not about taking off the clothes or even about the spanking that would come, but rather to make Nico feel this really was a punishment, and for that to happen the first step was to make Nico feel humiliated and then reprimanded. The pain would just be a way to release all these emotions.

"What are you waiting for? Do you need encouragement?”

"I... no!" Nico's eyes widened in surprise and he began to take off his clothes. Or rather, he tore them off and threw them to one side of the room, standing in front of Percy with his head slightly lowered and his hands behind his back.

Percy always forgot that Nico understood how the relationship between dominance and submission worked. 

Even so, he watched Nico for a few moments. His face was beginning to blush, his spine was curved as if to protect himself and his posture was tense like he knew what was coming. Percy let the moment drag on for a few minutes, without speaking, and only when Nico started to fidget with anxiety, he decided to show some mercy.

"Do you know why we are here?”

"Did I... embarrass you?”

Silly. Percy would never be ashamed of Nico. No matter the reason.

"Do you think I'm ashamed of you?" He grabbed Nico by the chin and made him look at him. And when Nico did nothing but stare back at him, completely docile, Percy was finally satisfied. This was the way a good boy should behave, he should be obedient and well-behaved and the reddish tone on his olive skin made everything even better.

Well, even though he was a good boy, Nico was one of the most stubborn people he knew. And sometimes, trying to talk about the problem didn't work with Nico. So, the solution was to show him. Percy held Nico by the hands, sat on the edge of the bed and placed Nico on his lap, face down.

Percy could do this in many ways. Nico on all fours on the bed, lying on a pillow, kneeling on the floor, standing facing the wall... but no, Percy wanted it to be something more intimate and personal this time, because he wouldn't use any tools, like a paddle or even a hairbrush. He wanted Nico to feel every spank and every touch on his skin, he wanted Nico to regret and apologize. However, Percy stopped for a moment and admired the beauty of his baby, the soft skin, the firm and round ass checks, the slender waist and hips, the body that trembled as Percy caressed the brown skin. He knew he was torturing Nico more than necessary, but in the end, he would be sure that Nico would never doubt him again.

"Are you ready?”

Of course that wasn't a question, it was more of a warning. Percy didn't wait for Nico to answer and brought his hand against the right side of Nico's buttocks, and the first moan came. Or had it been a grunt?

"I... oh! I've been... it's been so long! "A louder moan came with the next slap, without warning, allowing Percy to see the first tear break free.

"I'll ask you one more time. Do you know why we're here?" And then, another slap. Nico bent over and grabbed the sheets, trying to close his legs. "Answer me.”

"I was a bad boy.”

"And what else?”

"I don't know!" Nico shouted, feeling the next slap coming.

Percy was disappointed. Although the spankings weren't exactly weak, it shouldn't have been too difficult to understand why Nico was being punished. He gave three more spanks, one after the other and in the same place, and let Nico rest for a few moments, watching the little boy in his ecstatic misery; his little member was fully erect, about to expel, but his crying was so intense that Nico sobbed, anxious and anguished. A well-applied punishment in his point of view.

"It's okay, baby. I'll help you.”

“Are you?” Nico said in the smallest, sweetest, most vulnerable voice he had ever heard.

"I would never be ashamed of you. So what could it be, hm?”

"I... "Still crying and sniffling, Nico frowned and his eyes furrowed in concentration. "I was jealous?”

"No, it's not that. You can be jealous whenever you want.”

“Then...?”

"It's about trust.”

"Oh.”

Ah, now, yes! The expression he wanted to see, guilt and regret.

"I trust you." Nico muttered, embarrassed.

"Do you think I'm going to cheat on you? Trade you for someone else? If I haven't done this for two years, why would I do it now?”

"I don't know." Nico said even more quietly, tears rolling down his dark skin again. "I just... I can't believe that someone like you would want to spend the rest of their life with me.”

Gods, now Percy was the one who wanted to cry. He picked Nico up and made him sit on one of his legs, keeping Nico's small member pressed against his jeans. Nico gasped at the same time, his member and his aching ass being rubbed at the same time.

"Well, that's not right. My baby should never doubt me.”

"I don't doubt it! Ah!”

"Until that sinks in, we'll keep doing it. Over and over, until there's no doubt left.”

"Please!" Nico screamed again, feeling the burning sensation spread across his skin once more.

Percy admitted, he was at his most sadistic moment, there were so many things he had to do and plan that, he confessed, Percy was letting the stress out through his pores as he watched Nico scream and beg for mercy.

"Then I want to see you beg for forgiveness.”

“I’m sorry!”

There it was, exactly what he wanted to hear. The look of anguish on Nico's face was so beautiful that he could have come just watching it. Percy continued to spank Nico's skin, and with each new spank that was accompanied by a shouted "Sorry!", something inside him expanded and was satisfied, as if Percy were at a banquet with all of his favorite dishes.

That is, Percy would have been content to watch that scene for the rest of his life, if he hadn't caught the exact moment where something in Nico seemed to have changed, one moment Nico was all tense and distressed, and the next, well... Nico went limp in his arms, the lines on his face softened and his dark eyes rolled back, then closed in complete climax. And if Percy hadn't been so close, he would have barely noticed, the only clue was the small pool of liquid against his hip where Nico was leaning.

What could Percy do? He never said Nico couldn't cum or that he couldn't enjoy the moment.

 ***

Nico sighed and allowed himself to be hugged, while Percy comforted him. He thought he was still crying, tremors making the sobs more intense than expected, his empty and numb head spinning slowly. Nico knew that one day Percy would kill him, but he would die happy and content. Nothing could affect him at that moment.

Which was fine. In fact, Nico couldn't be better, traveling on the endorphins that only a good session of pain could bring. If disobeying Percy more times was what it took to be "punished" more often, Nico would become the worst of the good boys. He wanted to laugh at these silly thoughts, but Percy still held him in his arms, still caressed his back and still massaged the sensitive skin of his buttocks. It was difficult to have a coherent thought in those moments, moments when he focused only on obeying. Nico knew that once the endorphins left his body, being a good boy or not would make no difference, but in those long minutes, feeling Percy's hands on him and lips against his, nothing was more important.

"Shhhh... it's okay." Percy murmured against his lips, making him open his eyes. Nico took a deep breath and moaned, feeling Percy's wet fingers brush against his entrance, the position they were in perfect for penetration; he sat on Percy's lap with his legs wrapped around Percy's waist.

It wasn't long after that, one finger turned into two and then the head of Percy’s cock was touching his entrance, applying a little pressure until it entered, sliding into the tight passage and making him arch his spine, moaning as he felt Percy penetrate him completely. This was something Nico didn't understand, he used to hate that feeling of his muscles stretching, the slight burning that made him hot without hurting him. Now? He loved feeling his body open up and allow Percy to enter him, a pleasure that Nico didn't understand if it was completely physical or if it was also emotional.

Nico let out another moan, feeling the pain come back with a vengeance, when Percy grabbed his buttocks, making him contract all over.

"Hmm. So good. You like it that way, don't you?”

He... Nico loved it. He liked every gesture and every touch, every word, every movement. But Nico had a problem, he was afraid to say how much he liked everything Percy made him feel, whether they were positive or negative emotions. Because, sometimes, Percy was a bit... cruel, dominating him beyond what Nico was comfortable with. Percy used what Nico said against him, even if it was in the best possible way. Even if Nico didn't want to admit it. What if one day, a day that was very far from coming, Percy dominated him in such a way that Nico would never be able to get out of this submissive state of mind and became only what Percy wanted him to be, nothing more than a patchwork doll?

In fact, Nico felt like it could happen at any moment, with the slightest touch and words spoken sweetly in his ear. He felt like his mind would float away from him and only the part inside him that lived to satisfy its owner's desires would remain.

"Baby?" He heard Percy's voice calling him back in the distance, as if pulling him with a rope back to the earth. "Here you are. So beautiful.”

"Ah, I'm going to... cum..." Nico moaned, shuddering, Percy holding him by his back and neck, affectionately, moving his waist towards another orgasm, his bones feeling like they were made of jelly and his muscles completely relaxed.

"That's it. Like that?”

Nico couldn't take it anymore. Percy reached that little spot inside him, the sensation coming suddenly. One moment he felt like melted butter and the next, Nico was twitching, coming, wrapping his legs around Percy's waist and throwing his head back in a silent scream. And without being touched, he expelled, for long moments feeling himself go empty, only stopping when exhaustion made him relax once more.

"Per.” He whimpered, his nerves hypersensitive. The sensation coming as suddenly as his orgasm.

"It's okay. I'm here.”

A kiss was placed on his neck, another on his face and finally on his lips. And then, everything seemed to get better. Nicos’s breathing calmed down and his heart slowed down.

"Good boy. So obedient.”

If he had a tail, Nico would be wagging it happily right now. Because that's how Nico felt, like a pet who had been praised for learning a new trick and being a good boy.

"I'm not a... a..." Nico couldn't find the words even if he wanted to, his head was too empty to form complex thoughts.

"Oh, aren't you my good boy? My baby? Papa will be sad.”

This was too much for his dopamine-fueled brain. Nico chose to close his eyes and hide his face in Percy's shoulder, feeling safe and protected, agreeing with Percy even though he couldn't admit it.

"Oh, my baby don't to worry. I have a gift for you.”

Nico heard the sound of plastic being opened and something being placed in his hand.

"Eat.”

Nico obeyed, entranced. He took a bite and pleasure spread across his tongue. It was chocolate. Well, it was a candy made of chocolate that they used to eat as children. It used to be his favorite, something he made with his own hands to remember his mother.

"Thank you." Nico found himself saying between bites, content to stay exactly where they were; in bed, sitting on Percy's lap with his head resting on his shoulder and eating his favorite candy.

"My baby deserves the best.”

Nico wasn't sure about that. He would let Percy decide that for him, like he always did.

Chapter XXIX

"Baby, are you okay? "Percy had to ask.

Usually Percy wouldn't worry if Nico stayed in his happy and submissive little world for long periods of time. The truth is that he liked to see Nico completely under his control, obeying his every order and trying so hard to fulfill his wishes that if it were up to him, these moments between four walls would never end. However, the sky was already starting to darken and he could hear the sound of his brothers' laughter and his mother's voice scolding them.

It was at times like these that Percy wished he was an adult and didn't have to share the time he had with Nico, much less let them see Nico at his most vulnerable. Honestly? Percy didn't care how other people would react, but rather how Nico would feel when he finally emerged from his light and content state.

Percy did his best to make Nico feel safe enough to snap out of his trance. They took a long bath, he washed Nico's hair, fed Nico his favorite food, and then made him take a nap. That was usually enough to get Nico back to normal. Today? Nico seemed especially determined to keep his distance.

"Baby?" Percy called again.

Nico merely lifted his head from his chest and settled himself more comfortably under the covers, blinking slowly, seemingly waiting for the next order.

"I need you to come back to me.”

"Come back?" Nico frowned and sat down, trying to reason.

"It's been five hours. Do you want dinner?”

"Oh." The crease disappeared from Nico’s face, but he remained as he was, slow and meek, not questioning anything. "Okay.”

Nico then stood up. He dragged himself out of bed and calmly put on his shoes, walked to the bedroom door and waited for him, patient, obedient, almost bowing, holding his own hands behind his back.

Percy sighed, at least Nico wasn't completely spaced out. This was all his fault, he knew that well. Wasn't that what he wanted? Nico completely obedient and submissive one hundred percent of the time?

In the end, Nico was right. What Percy really wanted was to have fun and fulfill his darkest fantasies.

Moments later, Percy realized that he had no reason to worry. They went downstairs, ate without anything strange happening and Nico even interacted with Tyson and Grover, helping Sally put the dishes on the table. There was a moment when Nico and Sally disappeared into the kitchen and only returned ten minutes later, at which point Percy thought he was in trouble, but all he saw was Nico sitting on his lap and resting his head on his shoulder, and Sally, who smiled at him proudly.

***

Sometimes Percy wished he could go back to the time when his parents were still married and his family had a lot less money. It would mean less responsibilities, more free time, and less stress in his life. First, his mother had the brilliant idea of making him wake up at five in the morning that weekend to help with the monthly billing and inventory, something an accountant could easily do. But no, Sally had suffered a setback in the past and was not willing to take another one. So everyone in the family was forced to help. Nico was a special case, of course. He already helped Sally more than his share in the kitchen, so Nico was exempt from that hard work. And if that weren't enough, they had a meeting with the restaurant's suppliers.

Apparently, the quality of the vegetables wasn't pleasing Sally, and apparently Percy intimidated anyone who looked at him for too long. Go figure. So, that was one of his duties; whenever they had to deal with an insufferable customer or service provider, he would be there. And this time, it was the vegetable supply; his new mission was to stand behind his mother and face the men until they agreed to the new contract. It would be funny if he didn't have to leave Nico alone at home.

But before going to the meeting, Percy made sure to wake Nico up. He knew it was still eight o'clock in the morning on a Saturday, but he still remembered how Nico had reacted when he hadn't found him in bed that time he had visited Apollo’s club. So, without making a sound, Percy took the stairs and went towards his room, seeing that the door was ajar, and he could see inside the room through the crack in the door.

Percy pushed open the door and what he saw took his breath away.

Nico stood in the middle of the room, naked, wet hair and barefoot, with his back to the door, sitting on the edge of the bed. In it was the black box with the collar, the same collar that they had both decided to ignore, like a taboo that should never be mentioned. But there was Nico, holding the collar against his lap, seeming to admire its weight in his long, thin fingers, completely calm and composed, and with the same quiet and docile attitude that he had adopted for the last few days.

For the first time, he decided that taking no action was the best course of action. Because no matter what he said or even ordered, this was something Nico would have to decide for himself. And if in the end Nico decided he didn't want any of this, Percy would have to accept it.

It didn't take long for Percy to get his answer. Slowly, Nico brought the collar up to his own neck and wrapped it around his skin, still without fastening the clasp, seeming to measure the weight of the leather on his skin. When nothing happened, Percy watched as Nico buckled the collar and continued to hold the leather against his skin, as thought the collar were too heavy for his neck to bear. 

Nico stood up, and still with his back to the door, he walked over to the mirror that stood on the other side of the room, near the wardrobe. Nico was admiring himself, that's what it was; he touched the leather of the collar, as if stroking the fur of a pet, and even from this distance, Percy could see the olive skin darkening with a blush, although Nico wasn't panicking like he had before. After all, why would he? It was just fantasies, wasn't it?

Percy couldn't take it anymore. He marched with determined steps into the room and stopped behind Nico, almost glued to his back, now observing both of their reflections in front of the mirror. It was something automatic, his hands went to Nico's neck, his fingers circling the long neck, right at the part of the collar that now hid the choker, massaging the skin he found there.

“So you liked it.” It hadn’t been a question, because the answer was obvious. The look on Nico’s face told Percy everything he needed to know, and the surprised, shy gasp even more so.

"I didn't... I was curious!" There it was, anxiety coming like a bullet train. So the problem must be his presence. Or maybe the expectation that Nico himself placed on himself.

Nico took a step forward, trying to free himself from his hands, and this time, Percy allowed Nico to escape; this was not something he should joke about if he wanted the sight of Nico wearing a collar to be an everyday occurrence in the future.

"It's okay. I didn't mean to scare you.”

"You didn't scare me. It's just... you know... I don't know if I can do what you expect of me. The diary, it's just fantasies and... I never thought I would... I would like it so much that I would have sex with someone. I just... I don't know.”

“I understand,” Percy said in his most affable voice.

"Do you?" Nico opened his eyes wide, looking surprised and so innocent that Percy came closer again, touching his black hair, trying to comfort him.

"It's okay if you want to play. It's okay if you don't. We don't have to try something new just because I want to.”

"I thought the role of a submissive was to do the dominant's wishes?”

"This is a fantasy, isn't it? You said it yourself. I don't want to force you.”

"Oh." Nico murmured, relaxing in Percy's arms, resting his head on his shoulder and wrapping his arms around his waist. "Sometimes, I feel like I should do certain things... I mean! You never asked me to do this...

"It's okay." Percy said once more, smiling at Nico, deciding to put him out of his misery. "From now on, whenever I want to do something, I'll ask for permission. It doesn't matter what it is, even if it's a kiss.”

"Always?”

"And you are under no obligation to accept or reciprocate, or to feel pressured.”

"I don't feel like you're forcing me, I just..." Then Nico looked down, all shy, and turned his face to the side trying to hide. "It's this uncontrollable urge to... to do these things.”

"Like what?”

"To obey. Not to disappoint you." That's when Percy saw Nico close his eyes, squeezing them tightly, still with his face against his shoulder. "I want to be your baby and your good boy for the rest of my life. Only yours.”

Percy hadn't expected that! They had definitely come a long way to get here. Percy found himself straightening his back and taking a deep breath, a somewhat manic smile forming on his face, a reaction faster than he could control. And just as quickly as it had come, that sense of satisfaction and sick possession was also gone, leaving Percy to pull Nico against his chest and hug him tightly.

"Thank you for telling me. You are so brave. My perfect baby, hm?”

Nico didn't say anything, but he groaned, hugging him tighter around the waist, curling up against his chest, almost melting into him. Percy wouldn't trade this moment for anything in this life.

***

"Thank you for telling me. You are so brave. My perfect baby, hm?

Yes, he was! Gods! Hearing Percy say these things, even though Nico already knew this fact, made something inside him explode with joy.

Well, what could he say? He had decided to let himself go.

I mean, what could be so bad besides Percy taking him deeper and deeper into this sea of pleasure that he didn't even know was possible? What was the point in running away and fighting against these feelings when without even realizing it he found himself in the same place? This light feeling reminded him of a game he and Percy used to play as children; each time they won a challenge, the game took them to the next level, climbing step by step until they reached the final level.

The problem was that this innocent and silly game seemed to have no end, the steps stretching endlessly until they were lost from sight. That was how Nico felt, the further Percy took him, the harder it was to find the same Nico who had started on the first level. Sometimes, Nico barely recognized himself. He didn't feel as small as before, as shy or as defenseless. It was as if during the game he had gained special powers and they were still with him, as if Nico had sucked them into his being, forever absorbed into his skin. But sometimes, even if he didn't want to, the old Nico would make his appearances, he wasn't proud of it, forcing Percy to take a step back in this waltz where no one knew what the next step would be. However, what could he do but to get into the rhythm of the dance?

This was a good example, the best of them. Feeling Percy stroking his hair and sliding his hands down his back, always trying to comfort him no matter the reason. Even when there was no reason or when the culprit was Nico himself. At that moment, Nico realized that this time he didn't need to be comforted, but that he liked the kind gesture anyway.

“I know I can be… strict,” Percy murmured in his ear, brushing the stubble growing against his neck, making him shiver. “You have to tell me if I’m being demanding.”

"You never demand what I don't want to give.”

That was the truth. No matter how much he hesitated or said he didn't want to, it was hard to lie to himself when the object of his only obsession in life was right in front of him, offering everything he thought he would never have, yet was so intense that it felt like he was about to pass out at any moment. Not because it was bad, but because Nico lost his breath every time Percy looked at him for more than two seconds.

Then, Nico felt lips touching his in a sweet, slow caress, and he closed his eyes, relaxing as the kiss continued; a nip and a lick later, a gasp, tongues meeting in a perfect fit, like it always had been, like that first time when he had run away and only returned two years later. It seemed like that was all Nico had done up until that moment, run and dodge until he had no other choice, until his only thought was to make up for all the lost time.

“Good boy,” Percy said against his lips, pressing their mouths together one last time before pulling away, smiling at him.

Nico wanted to follow Percy, ask Percy to throw him on the bed and continue up the stairs. Percy had other ideas, like walking away from Nico and opening the closet, taking out a blazer and a pair of khaki dress pants.

"Didn't you have to go out with your friends? "Percy said, still with his head inside the wardrobe.

That was true. That was why Nico had woken up so early on a Saturday, distracting himself with the thought of putting on that collar and kneeling at Percy's feet, swearing eternal fidelity and obedience was not in the cards. Maybe after the wedding, if it actually happened.

When Percy emerged, he was fully dressed. Italian shoes, black shirt, full suit, and slicked-back hair. Nico was so lucky! How he had managed to get engaged to someone so handsome and charming was beyond him.

Nico didn't even try to contain himself, he walked over to Percy, stood on his tiptoes and kissed him again, something quick and soft, and said: "You never dress like that for me.”

Percy smiled at him, one of those sideways, dimpled smiles that made him look like a shark, and grabbed him by the hair, making him groan.

"What's the point of me getting dressed like this if my clothes are going to be taken off in less than five minutes?”

Percy kissed him hard on the lips, eliciting another moan from him and let him go, looking at himself one last time in the mirror.

"Why don't you get some rest, hm? They can wait for you.”

Well, rest wasn't the right word.

Nico followed Percy's eyes and looked down at his lap. Nico had a certain amount of bulge to him, and Percy looked like he would kneel down on the floor at any moment and help him with it. Then Percy looked back into his eyes and smiled again.

"Later. I promise." Percy, his cruel dom, said, walking away slowly towards the door. But before he went, he said: "Don't have too much fun without me.”

Chapter XXX

"Later. I promise." Percy said, walking away slowly towards the door. "Don't have too much fun without me.”

Nico didn't intend to. Ever since he had returned from Italy, he rarely had fun if Percy wasn't around. The friends he still had around kept telling him how Percy was the worst villain, and the ones who didn't say anything kept their distance, hesitant and afraid at the mere thought of what Percy could do to them.

Wasn't that ridiculous? Nico wasn't interested in them either. He admitted he missed his friends in Venice, his family, the scorching sun, the centuries-old buildings, and the clean air. But he would miss Percy even more, and if being away from his hometown was necessary, that's what he would do.

The door finally closed behind him, allowing him to look at his reflection in the mirror again. That was another thing he admitted, he liked seeing that collar around his neck; Nico could see himself wearing it without shame in the future. 

He saw himself and Percy in a large house in the countryside, the sun beating down on his skin as he knelt, resting his head on Percy's lap, Percy’s thick and long fingers caressing him as if he were a little lap dog. Being a submissive was not what he had imagined, the pain was fleeting, barely registering in his brain, and the pleasure lasted for hours, days if he allowed himself to. It was strange, and sometimes, it seemed wrong to put himself in these situations, to let himself be used as Percy saw fit. The looks of pity were what really bothered him, as if at any moment his "friends" would offer to help him. Beautiful friends who, when he needed them most, offered little in the way of comfort or safety.

That was the only reason he had come back, besides the jealousy that had eaten away at him when he saw Annabeth and Percy so close together on social media. Nico didn't need to go through all that torture again, seeing Annabeth in the hallways or the same people who had tried to abuse him more than six years ago. All that was left for Nico to do was take a deep breath and overcome his trauma, or rather, ignore them until they didn't matter. Because this, the collar around his neck, was proof that in the end it would all be worth it. Somehow, the weight that had suffocated him a few days ago, now kept him trapped in reality; it was a promise, an oath that in the end everything would work out if he held on a little longer, just a little longer, and then he could free himself from everything that was dragging him down.

Well, in the end, Percy was right. It was best for him to get some rest, leaving in the state he was in would only lead to more worry and advices he hadn't asked for. Feeling exhausted, Nico ignored his phone that was beeping, indicating a new message had arrived, and collapsed onto the bed. He crawled onto his pillow, covered himself with the duvet, and closed his eyes. Ten minutes would be enough. Maybe thirty.

***

When Percy got home, he went straight to his room, where he knew Nico would be. He could encourage Nico to go out with his friends, have fun and be independent, but deep down, he liked things the way they were; Nico always at home, always waiting for him like a well-behaved boy should. And even though he knew Nico would be in bed, ignoring his friends once again, Percy took the stairs two at a time and slowly pushed the door open. Just as he imagined, there was his baby, covered with the duvet up to his waist, sleeping peacefully, like a little angel, his little angel, always very obedient.

Instead of going in and changing his clothes, Percy closed the door again, letting Nico sleep for a few more minutes. He went downstairs and entered the kitchen, finding his mother there, helping her put away the basket of vegetables they had received from the supplier.

"Where's Nico? I can't wait to try that stew.”

"He’s sleeping.”

This was the moment Percy expected the complaints to come, but they never did.

Sally turned to him, walked towards him, and held his shoulders, smiling sweetly.

"I'm so proud. Nico has been much less tired and happier." Then, Sally straightened her spine and put her hands on her waist. "I still don't like seeing you guys doing these things behind my back, but it's working.”

"Is that why you don't bother me anymore?”

"You're doing a good job. Keep doing that, hm? Then I won't need to do it.”

"Hey! Who's your son here?”

"Honey, I know you." Sally smiled once more and turned her back on him, finishing putting away the vegetables, picking up other things and starting the stew.

Percy just smiled, shrugging. The truth was, he wasn't doing anything special. It was Nico she should be praising. In fact, Percy felt that he wasn't even trying and that maybe they were good for each other. Well, Percy planned to keep doing it even if Nico never wanted to have sex with him again.

***

When Nico wakes up the sky is still bright, the sun shining brighter in the midday heat. However, the feeling of despair has disappeared and in its place, contentment has emerged. He does not open his eyes immediately, feeling the heat warm his face and gentle fingers run over his scalp, making him sigh.

It was Percy who woke him up. Nico would recognize that scent anywhere, the way Percy touched him, the velvety voice calling his name, making him feel like he was still asleep, dreaming of his grandmother's house, where he and Percy were in the strawberry fields, walking calmly through the long rows of berries, the sun beating down on his face.

"Are you feeling better?”

Nico could barely remember why he had been so sad. So he just nodded. He got out from under the covers and crawled until he reached Percy who was sitting on the bed. He sat on Percy's lap and wrapped his legs around him before hugging him by the neck, kissing him slowly, sealing their lips together softly.

"Hmm... does my baby want to play?”

“I don't know.”

"You're still wearing the collar.”

"Oh.

It was true, Nico hadn't noticed. After all, it wasn't that heavy. Although it didn't feel right to be wearing it right now.

"Take it off for me?”

There it was, the disappointment on Percy's face. He tried to hide it, of course, behind an innocent smile. As usual, ignoring certain things until the right moment came was always the best thing to do.

Without rushing, Percy grabbed his neck and unbuckled the clasp, running his fingers over his skin, seeming to say goodbye to the leather and welcoming the now exposed skin, placing a little kiss between the choker that was under the collar and the gap between his collarbone.

"So handsome. I can't wait to see you in a white suit. Will you wear the collar for me? Will you wear something pretty underneath, hm?”

Nico felt his face heat up immediately, knowing that Percy was staring at him so closely. He hadn't thought about it. Was this the moment where they truly became submissive and dominant? Where he would kneel at Percy's feet and remain that way for the rest of their lives? Nico knew that technically nothing would change, but then why did it feel like they were about to take a big step in their relationship?

He had to lift his head and look at Percy in a way he rarely did, seeing his green eyes shining with something Nico preferred not to examine too deeply, the smile still resting on his beautiful lips, showing perfect white teeth. Which made Nico wonder, did he know what he was getting himself into?

“Is this what will happen when we get married? I thought it was just a fantasy.”

"It can be whatever we want.”

But all Nico could hear was, “It’ll be whatever I want it to be.” And strangely, that thought didn’t scare him; it wasn’t like he was going to become a sex slave and be thrown into a dark dungeon where the sun could never reach him.

"What if I don't want to?" Nico finally asked, getting that off his chest.

Nico watched Percy continue to look at him, as if Percy had no doubts in the world, seeing a much more sincere smile appear.

"Then we don't do it.”

"Sure.”

“But... aren't you curious to know what it would be like?”

“I don’t know.”

Nico looked away, pretending to think about it. It was clear that he was curious. Just when he thought Percy couldn't surprise him anymore, a new avalanche of emotions caught him off guard. He felt like he would spend the rest of his life being surprised, drowning in a sea of pleasure next to Percy.

"Hm." Was all Percy said before standing up and taking the collar with him. Percy walks to the wardrobe, takes the black box with him and puts it inside, closing the closet with a final movement. "Looks like the game will have to wait for another time.”

Either way, it was better like this. That way, no one would be tempted to do anything beyond what they were both willing to face.

***

Percy felt strangely light and carefree that morning. As usual, they were all sitting at the table for breakfast. He and Nico walked into the kitchen hand in hand and sat silently, side by side, moving in sync, listening to Grover and Tyson argue about something unimportant, while Sally tried to make them behave. The good thing about living in the middle of chaos was that their plates were already on the table with a glass of juice and another of coffee for each of them.

He admitted that he hadn't been paying attention to what they were saying, because now he understood why Nico liked to be lost in his own little world so much. Don't get him wrong, Percy loved his family, he would do anything for them in a heartbeat, but sometimes, all he wanted was a moment of peace and quiet; he couldn't wait to marry Nico and have a place just for them.

"Per? Aren't you going to eat?”

"Not today." He answered without paying attention, holding Nico's hand again. This made him look at his baby who was looking at him curiously, a discreet smile on his lips, his eyes shining with amusement. "It's okay.”

Percy stretched, took a sip of his coffee, and picked up a croissant. "Satisfied?"

He didn't wait for Nico's answer. He helped Nico down from the chair, pulled him out of the kitchen, and went after his bags, finding them where Percy had left them; at the entrance to the front door, along with his mother's purse and the car keys. The car ride to school was even quieter and calmer, making him feel that today nothing could disturb him. What more could Percy want in this world than Nico's company? A good morning kiss? Nico's hand under his? The certainty of a future together? Percy already had all of that. So, no matter how many obstacles there were, there was no reason to worry.

That's how Percy got out of the car and opened the door for Nico, wrapping his arms around his waist. They walked into the school and ignored the stares, Percy focusing on Nico, watching his baby's face heat up the more he looked.

“What’s gotten into you today?” Nico finally said, allowing Percy to hear his voice for the first time that day. A low, husky voice still from sleep, caressing his senses.

Percy doesn't say anything, he just brings his hand to Nico's face and caresses it, watching Nico's eyes close in pleasure, watching Nico's smile come back with a vengeance, almost blinding him, content. Then, Nico tilts his head towards Percy and their lips meet, but it's just that, a peck, a gesture of affection. Nico's eyes open again and that's how they stay, standing in the middle of the hallway, hugging each other, as if only they existed.

Percy felt like they were talking through those looks and smiles. The best part was that he understood every word.

"You're an idiot." Nico says. Percy agrees.

But then they hear the bell ring. It was time to return to reality. Percy and Nico are forced to walk again, heading towards their lockers, in fact, towards Percy's locker because it was the biggest of them both; Nico had stopped using his, years ago, even before going to Italy. Most of their classes were the same, so they shared their books, the teachers had long since given up on separating them. In fact, their grades were so good that the teachers had no reason to separate them; and Percy was sure, he had never been so ready in his life. It was Nico's influence, making him study without even realizing it.

Unfortunately, when he got there, his bubble of contentment was broken.

"Well, well. Look who we have here? The golden couple.”

Percy snorted, about to turn around and show up to class without his books, when Nico grabbed his arm. With just one look from Nico, he understood everything. Okay. They would get their books and notebooks, and go to class, as expected. Percy took the lead. He walked the rest of the distance to the locker fourteen, grabbed what he had to get and closed it, slamming the door as hard as necessary.

"Hmm... looks like someone is tense. I know a way to relax you. Why don't we meet later?”

This was too much for Percy. He lifted his head and stared into those cold gray eyes, took a deep breath and opened his mouth when he felt gentle hands grip his arm. Nico was staring at him closely, his furious black eyes telling him more than his words could. Annabeth didn't deserve even his disgust and contempt. Great, Percy would do what Nico asked.

Percy didn't look at her again, deciding to kiss Nico's face, trying to calm him down, and hugged him by the shoulders, taking him away. Soon Annabeth would be just the memory of an envious and inconvenient girl.

They walked into their first class of the day, placed their notebooks and books under the table and sat down. Soon the tests would begin.

That's it for now. Now I'll try to wrap up all the loose ends and solve the problems. Wish me luck.

I've seen that a part of the fandom seems to think Percy treated Nico horribly or something, but I don't remember anything like that at all. I thought Percy was better to Nico than most people. I thought you'd be able to clarify, where did the whole Percy treated Nico badly thing come from? Is there something I'm forgetting? Thoughts?

Probably came from the part of the fandom that’s just whack. Like, from the antis who hate Nico/Percy and scramble for any “reason” to hate it, because they can’t just say “hey, this isn’t my taste! That’s okay! I’ll be over there, with the thing I like instead, you have fun with yours!”, they need ““valid”“ reasons to hate a ship so they’ll overexaggerate things. There are also, weirdly enough, people in this fandom who dislike Percy - and yes, yes, in a fandom that bears said character’s name and tells five whole books from said character’s perspective it is fundamentally weird if you ARE in this fandom and dislike the titular protagonist why are you even here - so, yeah, I’m sure a lot of it is also just bullshit to hate on Percy and, potentially, to prop certain other things; characters or *cough* ships, up. So, I’m sure that about 85% of those complaints root from those three things.

The other 15% are somewhat based in reality.

Like, Percy being kinda dismissive and annoyed by overly excitable kid Nico when they first met. When. Uh. Percy was a whole kid himself back then and yeah you can get annoyed? Some people also think Percy should have done “more” for Nico in PJO and be nicer to him. More than... spend literally over a year searching everywhere for Nico, trying to find him and bring him back to camp?

I’ll give them one thing; Percy’s reaction in Mark of Athena wasn’t stellar, when Nico had just been kidnapped and tortured and nearly died and Percy was like “I wanna wring his neck for lying to me” - but, deadass, that was less Percy and more Riordan; he wrote real shit in that book, because this was also the book that brought us Annabeth judo-flipping Percy to punish Percy for getting kidnapped and memory-wiped. Riordan was on a real victim-blaming streak there and on a “this child has just been traumatized? Better add physical violence For Funsies!”.

For some reason, Riordan really laid heavy on “villainizing” Percy in HoO; the forgotten promises part, making it look like Percy was a shit friend to Bob and to Calypso and to Nico and then making his own fucking girlfriend act like she’s afraid of him in Tartarus because even she isn’t sure what he’s capable of. It was like a bizarre mirror world where Riordan tried to play dark!Percy but uh with our regular Percy and no real base...?

So I can somewhat see where people took that awful canon characterization of Percy and just applied it to that.

But you’d have to ask someone who actually believes that shit for their opinion on why they think Percy treated Nico poorly, because seeing as how I don’t subscribe to that warped perception of reality I am truly not of much help on that matter. xD

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.

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

Oii, como vai? Finalmente consegui escrever mais um capítulo. A gente tem que aproveitar quando a motivação bate à porta. Eu já tenho os próximos dois capítulos planejados, agora só falta escrever.😂😂😂

Desculpe pelos erros, acabei de terminar de escrever, e metade dele, escrevi hoje. O que quer dizer que no futuro vai ser revisado. Espero que vocês gostem.

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 / CAPÍTULO XXV

Percy se afastou lentamente da cama, e andou em direção ao guarda-roupa. Ainda não acreditava no que tinha feito. Nico não era como Luke, ou como um garoto qualquer, onde Percy se divertiria um pouco e depois largaria, sem se importar com as consequências. Não, com Nico era necessário um cuidado extra, ele precisava de tempo e atenção, de ser tratado da forma certa e no ritmo certo para que em sua pressa, Percy não arruinasse tudo. Era por isso que não podia se deixar levar dessa forma, se divertindo mais do que devia com a reação e o desconforto de Nico, vendo Nico ficar mais excitado a cada momento que passava sem nem saber o que fazia.

Será que Nico percebia a facilidade que tinha de entrar naquele estado de submissão? Suas pupilas se dilatavam, seu rosto corava, e até sua postura se transformava, se curvando levemente, o clima mudando drasticamente quando Nico se transformava naquele ser completamente obediente e doce, que até as outras pessoas ao redor percebiam. O pior? Percy se transformava junto, trazendo seu pior lado à tona.

Felizmente, tudo isso tinha ficado no fim de semana. Percy fez questão de guardar essas memórias dentro da caixa que Apolo tinha lhe dado, junto com a coleira e os outros objetos. Entretanto, manteve a tal caixa em cima da escrivaninha ao lado da cama, fora de vista, porém, perto o suficiente se eles decidissem dar um passo além do que ambos estavam confortáveis no momento.

— Per? — Era Nico quem o chamava, o único que usava aquele apelido ou dizia seu nome tão docemente.

Nico estava sentado na cama, dedilhando sua gargantilha com a mesma mão onde a aliança de noivado estava. Ele tinha aquele mesmo olhar perdido e rosto corado, mesmo que eles tenham apenas tomado banho e se vestido para ir o colégio. Percy decidiu ignorar a vontade de prender Nico contra a cama e dar o que ambos queriam, e apenas sorriu, contente em observar Nico.

— O que foi, bebê?

— A gente... está tudo bem?

— É claro que está.

— Então, porque você não me tocou desde... desde a coleira?

Percy parou e pensou: “Hm. Isso era verdade.” Não tinha sido algo consciente ou para punir Nico. Percy só achou que seria bom alguns momentos para eles respirarem um pouco.

— Não se preocupe, hmm? Me dá um beijo.

Percy voltou até a cama e se ajoelhou entre as pernas de Nico, ficando da altura dele, e o beijou. Algo doce e suave. Percy não pretendia transformar o beijo em algo além de uma caricia passageira. O problema era Nico e seus gemidos doces, a forma que ele abriu os lábios e arfou, que enrolou as pernas em volta de sua cintura e o puxou para cima, o convidando a se deitar em cima de Nico. Quando Percy viu, agarrava Nico pelos cabelos, roçando sua língua contra de Nico, engolindo seus gemidos.

Se afastar de Nico foi como emergir depois de longas horas nadando, ele sentia que poderia continuar por mais algum tempo, mas que não seria bom para ele se continuasse. Por isso, descolou seus lábios dos de Nico, respirou fundo e afastou sua cabeça lentamente. Apoiou um joelho na ponta da cama e inspirou, forçando seu coração a bater em um ritmo normal. Já Nico? Ele estava deitado, estatelado no meio dos lençóis, respirando tão fundo quanto ele, porém, completamente feliz e contente em continuar exatamente onde estava, piscando lentamente enquanto o via se afastar.

Parece que ele teria que ser o adulto ali.

Percy praticamente se jogou para fora da cama, para logo em seguida pegar o sapato de Nico e os calçar nos pés de Nico, amarrando os cadarços. Se levantou, foi em direção ao guarda-roupas e pegou suas jaquetas. Ajudou Nico a se sentar na cama e enfim, colocou uma delas em Nico que apenas levantou os braços, se permitindo ser vestido.

Se pudesse, ficaria hoje em casa e se certificaria que Nico continuasse em sua feliz e contente bolha de prazer. Isso é, se não fosse as provas se aproximando. Eles tinham estudado muito para deixar que tudo fosse arruinado agora.

— Você não precisava fazer isso. — Nico disse, seu rosto se esquentando, parecendo voltar a realidade.

Percy apenas olhou para ele e sorriu, pegando suas bolsas do chão, o violão de Nico, e segurou na mão de Nico que agora se arrastava de má vontade pelo carpete, o guiando para fora do quarto em direção a porta de saída.

***

Percy se sentou no banco e fechou os olhos por um momento. A preparação para as provas finais estava começando e os professores estavam decididos a fazer sua vida miserável. Sete trabalhos, testes surpresas e apresentações em grupo, tudo o que ele não precisava nesse momento. Se ele pudesse ter um momento para recuperar o folego tinha certeza que—

— ...cy? Percy!

— Hm?

— Você não escutou nada do que eu disse!

Percy tentou não revirar os olhos, mas parecia que tinha sido em vão. Luke tentava dizer algo que devia ser muito importante, Percy tinha certeza. Algo sobre o time, ou provavelmente sobre a formatura. Na verdade, em sua ausência, Luke estava se mostrando ser um ótimo líder, um bom amigo e alguém que ele podia confiar mesmo que o ciúme sempre fosse falar mais alto.

— Eu sei que você está ocupado com Nico e o futuro da sua vida perfeita. Mas será que pode prestar atenção em mim?

Percy sorriu para Luke e o abraçou pelo pescoço, o fazendo lembrar das milhares de noites onde a solidão o fez buscar refúgio naqueles mesmos braços, mas que não importava o quanto Luke tentasse, nunca seria suficiente para Percy. A realidade é que por debaixo do flerte e da diversão, Luke era mais um que buscava um lugar a qual pertencer.

— Você não precisa de mim. Nunca precisou.

— Percy! Estou falando sério.

— Eu também. — Percy disse. Ele se virou em direção a Luke e segurou no rosto dele, o admirando como Percy raramente fazia. Era uma pena que ele já amava Nico. Luke merecia alguém que o amasse o tanto quanto ele amava Nico. — Vou sair do time essa semana.

— O quê? Por que agora? Tão perto da graduação?

— É uma surpresa. Não vou fazer faculdade aqui.

— Você não pode largar tudo por causa dele!

— Recebi uma boa proposta na Itália.

— Tem certeza? Você se esforçou tanto.

— Você merece.

— Eu? O que eu tenho a ver com isso? — Luke se afastou, se inclinando para trás, e coçou a cabeça, completamente confuso.

— Você vai ser um ótimo capitão.

— Eu... — Luke gaguejou e parou de falar, e Percy pode ver pela primeira vez em muito tempo uma emoção verdadeira passar pelo rosto de Luke. — Você não precisa sair do time. Nós precisamos de você se quisermos vencer.

— Hm. Talvez. Se você insiste.

***

No fim, Percy acabou sendo vencido pelo cansaço, ele seria vice capitão enquanto Luke tomaria seu lugar. O treinador parecia orgulhosos deles por algum motivo, e nada pareceu realmente mudar, ainda que ele não fosse em todos os treinos. Sem os treinos, Percy passou a ter mais tempo para falar com a mãe e planejar os próximos passos, como a faculdade e o casamento. Uma casa. Mas sem que Nico percebesse que algo muito drástico estivesse acontecendo.

— Venha no próximo treino.

— Eu preciso mesmo? — Percy falou para Luke e então se virou para Grover que estava a seu lado, abraçado com Juniper. Grover deu de ombros e Juniper sorriu, a líder de torcida apenas abraçou Grover com mais força e encostou a cabeça no ombro dele.

— O primeiro jogo é daqui oito dias. Por favor.

— Só porque você pediu com carinho.

Percy bagunçou os cabelos de Luke, e Luke se levantou, levando sua bolsa e prancheta junto. Ele observou Luke marchar para fora do pátio e viu Nico aparecer logo em seguida com sua bolsa e violão pendurados no ombro. Uma aparição incomum. Há essa hora Nico estaria na prática de banda se preparando para a apresentação no baile de formatura e não ali, parecendo um cachorrinho abandonado na estrada. Antes que Nico pudesse sumir entre a multidão de adolescentes, Percy correu em sua direção o segurando pelo ombro, o virando em sua direção.

— O que aconteceu?

Percy percebeu imediatamente que algo estava errado. Ele tocou no rosto de Nico e virou o rosto dele em sua direção, o movendo em vários ângulos. Procurou no pescoço e desceu os dedos pelos ombros de Nico, não encontrando nada errado. Isso é, até que Nico o entreolhou pelos cílios e piscou lentamente em sua direção.

— Não aconteceu nada. A prática de hoje foi cancelada. A professora estava ausente. O pessoal ia sair para comer... eu preferi ficar aqui.

— O que aconteceu no caminho até aqui?

— Não foi nada, eu juro.

Percy pensou em continuar com suas perguntas, mas, então, lembrou a promessa de não questionar as ações de Nico. Ele iria confiar em seu bebê.

— Quer descansar um pouco ou quer ir para casa?

Ele sabia que isso não era justo, ficar testando o quanto Nico realmente era dependente dele. Imagina seu alívio ao ver Nico parar e pensar durante alguns segundos, suas sobrancelhas se fincando e biquinho de concentração aparecendo em seus lábios. Nico tirava um peso enorme das costas de Percy sem nem saber; não porque era difícil para Percy continuar decidindo tudo pelos dois e sim porque, dessa forma, Percy sabia que não estava machucando Nico de alguma forma ou aprofundando nenhum tipo de trauma.

— A gente pode descansar um pouco e depois estudar?

Percy gemeu, já se arrependendo de ter perguntado. Nico poderia negar, mas amava torturá-lo com as eternas sessões de estudo. Percy tinha certeza disso.

— Sério? É só nisso que você pensa?

Tudo o que Nico fez foi rir, todo delicado, e segurar na alça de sua mochila, se fazendo de fofo e inocente.

— O que foi? Vai ser bom pra você. Assim, a gente vai treinando para a faculdade. — Nico continuou sorrindo, usando uma voz toda meiga e baixinha, e segurou em suas mãos, o fazendo esquecer a reclamação que estava prestes a vir.

Viu? E depois as pessoas o chamavam de manipular e frio. Isso é porque elas nunca prestaram atenção no que Nico fazia. Percy sorriu de volta e pegou a mochila e o violão do ombro de Nico, andando em direção aos bancos no pátio descoberto. Ele sabia o quanto Nico gostava de deitar sob a luz do sol.

Não era uma visão comum aquela, ele sentado no banco no meio do pátio e Nico com a cabeça em seu colo. Nico tinha os olhos fechados e respirava tranquilamente, enquanto Percy massageava seus cabelos, lento e cuidadoso, tocando nas orelhas pequenas e macias, no pescoço longo, na nuca cheirosa.

— Para de olhar para mim dessa forma. — Nico diz de olhos ainda fechados, embora Percy pudesse sentir o rosto entre suas mãos esquentando lentamente.

— Como eu estou te olhando?

— Como se eu fosse fugir.

— Não é por isso que estou olhando pra você. — Percy continua tocando na pele de Nico, descendo seus dedos pelo pescoço de Nico, e para com a mão sobre a gargantilha, e enfim se inclina sobre Nico, o beijando suavemente sobre o couro. Percy sobe seus lábios e encontra aquele pedaço de pele, bem atras da orelha de Nico, que faz o garoto se arrepiar dos pés à cabeça.

É claro que esse é o momento onde Luke grita para eles encontrarem um quarto.

— De onde é que ele veio? — Nico diz, e algo na voz dele faz Percy parar e encará-lo, vendo Nico abrir os olhos suavemente. Percy poderia se forçar a acreditar que nada estava errado, mas... era tão obvio. — Eu vi você abraçando o Luke.

Então, era isso.

— Ele é só um amigo.

— Eu não gosto disso. — Nesse momento, Nico realmente o encarou e frisou cada palavra. — Como ele foi seu amigo quando eu estava na Itália, é isso?

— Nossa. — Percy estava sem palavras. Era até engraçado, mesmo que no fundo Nico estivesse certo. Qualquer amigo poderia ter se tornado mais quando Nico estava do outro lado do mundo e Percy estava ali, sozinho e solitário.

— O que foi, não isso o que você fez?

— Você está certo. — Percy disse, tentando acalmar seu bebê manhoso. — Eu não sabia que isso era um problema.

— Você não agiu diferente quando eu contei sobre meu ex-namorado.

Hm. Isso era verdade. Como sempre, Nico estava certo.

Percy pensou em se justificar e dizer que eles ficaram bravos por motivos deferentes. Ele não entedia porque Nico teve que ir procurar sexo do outro lado do mundo e Nico não gostava que Percy tinha tentado o substituir com a primeira pessoa que apareceu.

— Eu sinto muito, bebê. Juro que isso ficou no passado. Prometo que isso não vai se repetir.

— Você transar com outras pessoas ou ficar tocando seus “amigos”?

Dessa vez, Percy não aguentou. Ele jogou a cabeça para trás e gargalhou. Deuses! Ele sentiu tanto a falta de Nico, dos ciúmes sem sentido e da obsessão que ambos tinham pelo outro. Mesmo que ele entendesse ser algo erado, era como volta para casa depois de longo dia cansativo.

— Os dois. Não vou fazer nenhum dos dois sem seu consentimento.

Então, a coisa mais fofa aconteceu. Feito o bebê que Nico era, ele fez um biquinho e encheu as bochechas de ar, mostrando seu descontentamento, e logo em seguida se virou de lado, escondendo o rosto em sua barriga.

— As vezes eu te odeio. Odeio esse sentimento que me corrói por dentro. Eu quero você só pra mim. Sei que você faz essas coisas de propósito! — Nico levantou a voz e se afundou mais ainda conta seu colo, se roçando com Percy um pouco além da conta.

Agora, quem estava fazendo o que não devia de proposito?

— Bebê, eu juro. Não fiz iss—

— Percy, quando tempo.

Porra! Ela tinha que aparecer logo agora?

Por um momento as vozes ao redor do pátio pareceram se calar, e um silêncio estranho, como se as outras pessoas tivessem se petrificado no lugar para escutar melhor e ver o que aconteceria. Até Nico pareceu parar de respirar, ficando tenso em seus braços e de costas para Annabeth. E logo quando ele disse que não iria fazer aquelas coisas...

— Per-cy!

— Você não precisa gritar, todo estão te ouvindo. — Ele murmurou, tentando amenizar a situação.

— Quando você vai contra os ingressos para o baile?

— Não sei do que você está falando.

— Você não lembra? Você prometeu.

— Só nos seus sonhos.

Percy não pôde evitar, olhou para baixo e viu que Nico já o encarava, furioso, um olhar tão decidido que ele sabia que teria que fazer uma reparação de danos. Ele mal percebeu que ainda segurava nos cabelos e na gargantilha de Nico, ainda com seus dedos sobre a pele de Nico, possessivo e protetor. A maior surpresa veio em seguida, Nico segurou em suas mãos e as afastou dele, lutando para se levantar, fugindo dele mais uma vez.

Isso foi o suficiente para Percy entrar em ação. Percy luxou Nico para trás, e o virou, o fazendo se sentar em seu colo, mais uma vez de costas para Annabeth.

— Onde você pensa que vai, hm?

— Pensei que você queria conversar com seus amigos.

Ah, tanta mágoa, tanto ciúme, tão amargo. Será que ele seria uma pessoa horrível por sabia que Nico se importava tanto assim, mesmo que fosse através de emoções tão ruins?

— Bebê?

— O que foi?!

Percy levantou a cabeça de Nico, que se negava em encará-lo, e se aproximou do ouvido dele, para que somente Nico pudesse ouvir:

— Eu te amo. Só você e ninguém mais.

— Mentiroso!

— Eu nunca mimaria ninguém como eu te mimo. Nunca faria todos as suas vontades ou me permitiria ficar tão vulnerável se eu não te amasse. Sabe o que mais eu nunca faria?

— O que? — Dessa vez, a voz de Nico saiu bem mais baixa, quase em um sussurro.

— Eu nunca te foderia como eu faço com você. Nunca aceitaria a submissão de alguém que não fosse você. Porque eu escolheria outra pessoa quando a coisa mais perfeita e obediente está bem na minha frente. Hm? Me responda.

Nico se afastou apenas o suficiente para encará-lo, agora seu rosto e orelhas pegando fogo. Sua atitude completamente diferente do que há cinco minutos atras.

— Eu... me desculpa. Eu não quis dizer essas coisas. Eu só...

— Eu devia te castigar. Devia mostrar o que garotos mal comportados merecem.

O momento seria cômico se Percy não estivesse tão excitado, e aparentemente, Nico também estava; ele podia sentir o pequeno volume contra a parte baixa de sua barriga, e a forma que Nico gemeu e se segurou em seus ombros teria lhe dito o que acontecia de qualquer forma.

— Agora, como você vai se desculpar?

— Desculpar? — Nico parecia confuso, mas mesmo assim, se aproximava mais dele, colando seus corpos e o abraçando pelo pescoço.

Nico apenas precisou de um empurrãozinho e seus lábios estavam se conectando. Suas línguas logo se encontraram e gemido arfado veio em seguida. Infelizmente, Percy não podia deixar que as coisas fossem longe demais, afinal de contas eles ainda estavam em público, e seu bebê era bom demais para aqueles olhos de rapina, procurando pela próxima fofoca.

Percy segurou Nico pela parte de trás do pescoço e separou suas bocas, vendo Nico arfar como se tivessem feito muito mais do que compartilhar um beijo rápido. Talvez não fosse uma boa ideia deixar Nico muito tempo sem sexo.

— Que tal a gente ir para casa, hm? Tomar um banho relaxante? Prometo que amanhã a gente estuda o quanto você quiser.

Nico apenas acenou, piscando lentamente. Ele ajudou Nico a pegar suas bolsas e quando se levantou, Annabeth ainda estava parada no meio do caminho, mais perto do que Percy gostaria que ela estivesse deles. Bem, isso não importava. Contanto que Annabeth não se intrometesse em sua vida, ela podia fazer o que quisesse, mesmo que isso significasse o vigiar feito um gavião.

Obrigada por ler! Comentários sempre me motivam.

Incredibles 2 (2018) dir. Brad Bird

someone said ‘the version of me you created in your mind is not my responsibility’ and wow

Talk #1

Oii, como vai? Tenho alguns capítulos já prontos e estou chegando num momento mais smutt, então, eu queria saber se alguém gostaria de ver algo especifico? Ou algo que combine com eles? Se você tiver alguma sugestão vou ficar feliz em saber^^

Hi, how's going? I have a few chapters ready and I'm getting to a more smutt moment, so I was wondering if anyone would like to see something specific? Or something that matches their personalities? If you have any suggestions I'll be happy to hear^^

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12 Days of Nicercy Christmas

Dec 14th - 25th, 2024

Prompts

Dec 14: Pears | First

Dec 15: Doves | Two

Dec 16: France | Hens

Dec 17: Calling | Four

Dec 18: Gold | Rings

Dec 19: Eggs | Geese

Dec 20: Swans | Grace

Dec 21: Milk | Eggnog

Dec 22: Dancing | Mistletoe

Dec 23: Jumping | Lordship

Dec 24: Flutes | Eleven

Dec 25: Drums | Ending

Nico doodles from my twitter

I like your interpretation of Nico that he's bad at outright lying but good at carefully wording things to give the appearance of the truth.

It fits with what we know of him. For example, I don't think he actually lies to Percy in SON and tells him he doesn't know him; he just doesn't say that he does know him. Then when Hazel calls him out on it he pretty much admits it to her.

Even Hades himself calls Nico honest (along with dense, ouch) in TLO, which makes him deciding to send Nico to New Rome chronologically like a month later even funnier. Like, he thinks his son is fundamentally honest, and proceeds to send him to bluff his way in as a Roman anyway.

Nico: "All I did was show up at the gates and tell them my father the Lord of the Dead sent me! It's not my fault they assumed I meant Pluto and not Hades!"

it’s funny that when he’s faced with the need to lie proper he’s shite..

TLO

he opts for manipulation or straight up walking away rather than lying to percy’s face

hades isn’t too impressed but his opinion’s biased bc he implies he thinks nico to be “dense” while nico’s not stupid by a long shot (he is only like 12 tho)

SoN

throws back the question (finge demencia), changes the subject again, and finally he just confesses and tells hazel “can’t tell sorry”

and yet he convinces everybody of what he wants: percy falls for it twice, CJ accepts his story, hades fights for his family, despite that last not having nico lie, it means he can clearly manipulate people well enough 🤔🤔