Battle Wounds: Solangelo Soulmate AU

FORTY-ONE

NICO POV:
"William Solace is that a hickey!" his mom practically shouts as Will meets her out in the hallway later that night.

I grimace suddenly feeling very bad for giving him one in such an obvious place. I hadn't been thinking about placement at the time, just about the way Wills breath caught in his chest as I sucked the skin between my teeth.

I didn't hear his reaction but I did hear them heading down the stairs. I was surprised it was so easy to get Will to leave me alone, but knew if I took advantage of this show of trust I'd never get it again. So I avoided even glancing in the direction of the scissors on Wills desk, afraid even seeing them would make them too hard to resist. I try to focus on the disney show Will had put on for us to watch, but couldn't help but worry about how his mom would react. I didn't want her to treat me with any more pity than she already does, she already treats me like I'm some porcelain doll that will break if you so much as speak to loud to it. I understand Ive been through more than the average 17 year old, but that doesn't mean I'm fragile. Maybe Ive allowed my self to be to vulnerable with Will and made it look that way, but it's gonna take a lot to break me anymore than I already am.

It was almost an hour later when Will comes back up and his eyes are puffy and red, he had clearly been crying a very large amount. I feel my heart break at the sight, especially knowing the tears were because of me.

My chest tightens painfully. "I'm sorry," I squeak before I can stop myself.

I regret it as soon as it comes out of my mouth because the look on Wills face only makes my heart break more. "Don't be sorry," he says gently, laying back down under the comforter with me and pulling me into his chest. "You didn't do anything."

"You're sad," was all I could get out without tears falling down my face.

"Yes I'm sad, but that's because I love you not because of anything you did."

"I don't like you being sad."

"I just know how much your hurting, and knowing there's practically nothing I can do about it other than just be here for you is hard. I wish I could do something more to take away all your pain," Will says holding onto me tightly.

"You do help," I say. "Just staying with me helps me more than you could imagine."

"Even so, there's nothing I can do to take your pain away completely. I just wish I could take all your problems and put them on myself so you don't have to deal with them, even if just for a day."

"I wouldn't want you to deal with that," I say turning to face him. His eyes are wet again and I kiss between his brows to get rid of the crease. "I love you too much to ever let you take on any of my problems."

"Your problems are my problems, rather I can take them from you completely or not, we share them now," Will says firmly, locking eyes with me. "Im always gonna share your burdens, and you'll share mine. That's what it means to be in a relationship."

I decide not to answer, it isn't worth arguing with him. Instead I kiss him again and try to fill it with all the words I don't know how to say. Before I can second guess myself I'm leaning back and pulling Will on top of me. The weight of his body on mine is comforting and reassuring rather than terrifying and trapping like I had expected it to be when I'm already on edge. He rests one hand on my chest and the other next to my head to hold himself up from putting to much weight on me. I wrap my hands in his golden curls and pull him down to make sure he won't go anywhere. All of my senses consist of Will, Will, Will, and I couldn't be happier than I am right now. Finally I pull my mouth free and tilt my head up hoping he'll get the message, but all he does is stop kissing me and look down at me curiously.

"Kiss my neck," I tell him.

His brows furrow, "You don't like when I do that though?"

"Just try it, please," I add. "I wanna try again." I trust Will, I have given him practically all of my soul and trust him not to break it. I know he would never hurt me.

His lips trail down to the under side of my jaw, leaving small tender kisses along the bone. As he moves down my throat and to the side of my neck his kisses get much more passionate. He's leaving open mouthed kisses all down my neck and throat and I absolutely love it. He experimentally sucks the skin of the side of my neck into his mouth and doesn't stop when he feels the way my breath shallows and I tilt my head to the side to give him more room to work. For once in my life I want to be marked by someone, so that everyone will know I am Wills. The realisation that I was able to feel that way with everything from my past coming up right now was both terrifying and absolutely freeing.

He sucks a bruise into the side of my neck where I know it will be hidden by my hoodie, but I honestly want one more visible. His mom has already seen his so what's the problem if she sees one on me as well? I pull his head up higher until his lips are resting on the side of my throat.

"Put one here," I breathe, lifting my chin as high as it would comfortably go to give him room.

He obliged, sucking the skin into his mouth and biting down gently. It felt so good having him on me, a moan escaped my throat before I could stop it.

Once he decided it is good he laps his tongue over the bruise and leans up to admire his handy work, running his thumb over the fresh bruises. I notice that Will now has three on his neck too, I had completely forgotten that he would get the hickeys too, and I already would have had the one I gave him.

"Your beautiful," Will coos, smiling down at me all gooey like and for once I don't feel like slapping him for it. I pull him down for another kiss instead of arguing with him. We must have been like for awhile because when we finally pull apart the show was in the middle of a completely different episode.

A/N: Sorry it's so short but I thought we all deserved a purely fluff chapter after all the angst.