Solangelo Oneshots

22 (s)

By: orion_glimmers

The Darkness and the Light

a Solangelo fic

Nico shouldn't be thinking about him this way. They'd only been dating for, what? A week? Less than that, even. In that sense, Nico mentally scolded himself for picturing his painfully gorgeous brand new boyfriend on top of him. He tried his best to erase any moans he imagined Will Solace would make during the process and the way sweat would drip from his head and run down his flawless cheekbones and down his jawline . . . The jawline that Nico would've kissed and sucked and nipped at until it was red and swollen . . .

Nico blinked hard. He uncomfortably shifted his butt and awkwardly crossed his legs to conceal his growing erection. It was barely ten minutes into his Greek class and he was already unfocused. Annabeth was droning on about famous Greek quotes, their significance, and by whom they were stated. Nico yawned. He attempted to focus on the black board, which was covered in Greek symbols that Nico was surprised he could comprehend.

"Pay close attention to this next quote," Annabeth informed the class, "First off, does anyone know who stated it?"

The class did not stir. Nico swore he heard a cricket chirping in the distance.

"This quote is from a man named Nikos Kazantzakis," Annabeth continued, slightly annoyed, "I want you guys to look it over for a minute and try to decipher its meaning."

Nico glanced up at the board. Annabeth's neat handwriting was cluttering the board from top to bottom. He eventually found the quote she was talking about.

"I felt this was my duty ... to draw the thick ancestral darkness out of my loins and transform it ... into light."

Nico's eyes widened before he cleared his throat and tried with great failure to revert his thoughts away from Will.

" ... to draw the thick ancestral darkness out of my loins and transform it ... into light."

Nico couldn't help but relate that quote back to he and Will's relationship. It was true that Will was making Nico more lively and sociable. Nico felt happier than he'd ever remembered. Will was the best thing that had ever happened to Nico. It seemed that is was true that Will was drawing out Nico's darkness and was turning it into a brilliant bright light.

Annabeth rapped her knuckles on the board and asked for a translation of the quote. Nico was tempted to raise his hand but someone beat him to it.

"C'mon, people!" Annabeth cried, "This is interesting stuff, can I get a little bit of class participa - "

She froze. "Oh," she looked surprised, "Yes, Will, tell us what you think."

Will's eyes sparked as he leaned foward in his desk. He clasped his hands in front of him like he was in first grade. His mop of blonde hair seemed to glow. Nico tried not to show any sort of affection toward him. He averted his eyes straight ahead so he didn't have to look. But Will's deep, smooth voice cut through him anyway.

"You see, Annabeth," he began slowly, "Maybe this quote is about two people. I dunno, it could mean that one guy is really sad and brooding all the time but the other guy makes him feel happy. And, I guess, less dark."

"Good observations, Will," Annabeth noted and glared at the rest of the class, "No one else has anything to say at all?"

Nico heard crickets once again.

"Alright, then. I'm gonna write one more quote on the board for you guys to think about before next class. You're all dismissed."

All the demigods rose from their seats and sighed with relief as they hustled out of the room. Excited chatter about archery and capture the flag drifted out the door with the flood of campers. Nico stayed behind for a few seconds to read the new quote.