Prince Of Darkness

One: Alone

You had recently left Camp Half-Blood for the winter, your current position being in a hotel on your way home. You had a decent amount of money and could afford a somewhat nicer hotel room. A king size bed, warm towels, a bathroom with reliable plumbing, a big flat screen TV and various other perks. One of these perks included the sound proof walls.

Somehow you found that funny. You had a soundproof room and nobody to enjoy it with. All alone in some hotel in the middle of nowhere. Your only company being the folded towels in the shape of swans, courtesy of the (very polite) cleaning ladies.

A yawn escaped your lips as you mentally flipped through your current entertainment options. It was decently late at night, nine something, which meant some of the shows you enjoyed were probably on. You had a couple of Marvel comics in your backpack you could read. There was a phone in the room if you wanted to call your mother and talk for a bit, though you weren't sure what time it was for her.

A few other less entertaining things like shadow puppets on the wall or even makeshifting something to generate mist for an Iris message to talk to your friends that stayed back at camp, you had a few spare drachmas for that.

Your thoughts hung on Camp. You somewhat regretted leaving. Yes, you loved your dear mother and the rest of your family back in the real and far less chaotic side of living, but you also had some things that drew you to Camp. Your best friend, Silvia from cabin ten. The sweetest person you'd ever met and popular at camp for her beauty. She had a rich, dark complection, her hair always seemed to be perfect and she could absolutely never wear the wrong amount of perfume. Maybe that was an Aphrodite thing, but it's impressive either way.

Silvia also happened to be the only one who knew about your absolute head over heels crush, Nico di Angelo. And as you think of his name, he begins to slowly overtake your thoughts. With his messy black hair that has just the right amount of curls in it. His soft looking lips that always seem to be in a scowl or a frown. His lanky yet shockingly strong frame. His style that looks like a mix of emo and punk. And even his music taste, which you found out, largely consisted of Ramones. That one had to be a score on your fathers approval because obviously the God of music would enjoy the fathers of punk.

A memory resurfaced in your mind as you swam in your own admiration for Nico. This memory being the time he smiled at you, if you could call that a smile.

When your crush first developed, it hit hard and fast. Such intense feelings that when you knew he was at the dining pavilion at the same time as you, your legs were weak and your face was flush. You rarely even saw him but if you even thought he might've been there, you were barely capable of functioning.

This crush was so intense that you thought, what the hell, fuck it. And attempted to learn (atleast conversional) Italian. To this day you still have some phrases memorized, even a few that you memorized unintentionally.

Buy you had said something, a simple remark in the language to Silvia. It was only you trying to get used to the tounge and exercise your accent, but, unbeknownst to you, Nico was nearby and heard it.

"Tu parli italiano?", he said, looking up at you with a nearly emotionless expression, only a near unnoticeable amount of surprise.

"Appena.", you responded. "Com'è l'accento? Male, giusto?", you added.

"Not half bad, actually.", said the Italian with a small grin as he walked away.

You snapped back into present time, with a groan as you suddenly realized how hard you were. This had a tendency of happening when you thought of Nico or his half smile that had actually been directed at you, but you never could do anything about it because you had cabin mates. And common decency.

Now though, in this hotel room, all alone with soundproof walls, you were gonna do something about it.

With that, you slid off your shorts and boxers at the same time, your hard cock bouncing lightly up and hitting your stomach with a little slap noise. You moved your hand down and wrapped it around yourself, giving a few gentle strokes.

You quickly realized that wasn't going to cut it, especially when everything's that dry. So, you brought your hand up to your mouth and licked a long, wet swatch across your palm for lubricant and brought your hand back down to yourself, wrapping around again.

You pumped up and down, whimpering quietly at the pleasure, your mind circling back around to that wonderful di Angelo boy. Imagining him looking at you while you did this to yourself, making these noises for him. You let out a moan at that. You pictured him, growing hard as he looked down at you, pumping your hand on your cock faster and faster.

"Mmhmm... N-Nico..", you moaned, drawing out the last o sound.

You wanted him so bad. Whether he take you or you take him. You wanted to lock lips, to jerk him off, to suck him off and you wanted all of that from him as well. You needed Nico di Angelo and little did you know... Nico di Angelo needed you too.

POV Change

Nico, the son of death. The Ghost King and the Prince of Shadows was in love.

He was in love with a messy pothead from cabin seven. Atleast, he was pretty sure (Name) was a pothead. He was way too calm for an ADHD ridden demigod and always smelled like marijuana so he was likely a pothead. A lot of Apollo kids are or were.

He was in love with a man who's hair was always greasy and shoes were commonly untied.

He didn't know how to feel about that.

Nico didn't trust anyone. Not after what Percy let happen to Bianca. Not after his time in Tartarus. Not after his own father tried to kill his previous crush and used him as bait. It took months for him to even learn to trust Hazel, the closest thing he'll ever get to Bianca.

So obviously he has a hard time trusting some random guy from camp that he's suddenly drawn to. What if this is a curse or a spell? Nico has never felt this way so that's a viable possibility.

But if anyone was an expert in curses, it would be a child of Hades or Hecate and this son of Hades didn't feel cursed, so a curse was unlikely. Curse or not, he was drawn to (Name).

He was also drawn to do things for (Name).

Nico would secretly do small things in favor of the boy. Like starting pleasant rumors about him, or even shadow traveling into his cabin one time when it was empty and tidying up so the fool wouldn't get caught with weed during inspection.

He felt compelled to sneak glances any time he could, sometimes even purposefully hang around (Name).

But one thing he was particularly embarrassed of, and even a little ashamed, was the things he thought of (Name). His romantic thoughts of (Name). His.... sexual thoughts of (Name).

Like right now. Laying in his bed, jeans on the floor and boxers down around his knees, bucking his hips with (Name)'s name on his lips. Crying out in pleasure with his cock twitching in his hands.

He wished his own hand could be replaced by (Name)'s, soft skin but firm grip, placing kisses and hickies along Nico's neck while jerking him off. He wanted that so bad, he wanted (Name) so bad.

"Please... (Name) ..... hmmphmm-", he whimpered out with need.

One hand pumping and the other ghosting his body, lightly scraping his own beautiful, pale skin, imaging his movements belonging to (Name).

"I.. love you.. dolcezza..", he huffed out through his own labored breath as he shot ropes of cum across his own stomach, (Name) being the only thing on his mind as he saw white and forgot who he was for a moment.

He drifted back down from his high, realizing that during his orgasm, he had been whimpering (Name)'s name.

Authors Note:

I used Google translate for the Italian so it's probably broken asf lmao. Also reminder that I don't have a beta reader and I'm tired so this might also be broken asf.