Solangelo One Shots (fluff)

Vampire AU(pt.5)/Story XXX

Alright, so I'm back with another Vampire AU update. Apparently y'all like it, so I'll continue. This part is a little bit shorter, but I think it's good. WARNING: Apollo is also not a great person (sorry 'bout that), and some suggestive things happen I guess(?)

Will shifted, bringing his elbow back to stretch it when he bumped into something. He blearily turned his head to the side and his nose touched soft fabric. He only saw black for a moment before he pulled his head back enough to identify the figure next to him.

It was Nico. He was sitting up, back against the headboard, book in hand. His thigh was right next to Will's head, which was what Will had bumped into, the fabric of Nico's pants being the cause of why he only saw black.

Will let out a breath, recalling the event that led up to his current situation. Him and Nico kissed. Again. But, that was not merely just a kiss, no, it was intense, strong, scalding even. Will was having a hard time wrapping his head around it. It was so amazingly wonderful too, the floating, pleasured, numb feeling that coursed through his whole body as Nico's fangs dug into his neck. Goodness him, he let Nico drink from him! What was he thinking? Nico could have easily taken advantage of his vulnerable state and ended him! But, he didn't. Nico was controlled and comforting and not once did Will feel his life in danger. In fact, it felt freeing to Will to put his trust in someone like that. To let his existence hang in the hands of another. He's been looking after himself, struggling, taking care of others for so long, he had forgotten what it felt like to place all of his trust and well-being in the care of someone else. In the end, at this moment, Will has no regrets. No lamentation, and would do it again in an instant.

Will shifted to his other side, facing Nico and pressed his nose against Nico's thigh, nudging it deep, the velvety fabric soft against him. He inhaled, Nico's faint scent of pine, smoke, and mild musk filling his senses as he wedged further into his supple skin, his face becoming engulfed.

He heard Nico chuckle, "Well hello, darling," his voice airy as he brought a hand down to Will's hair, twirling the golden ringlets of curls through his nimble fingers.

Will sighed contently and smiled against his thigh. "Let us stay like this for the moment." he whispered, his voice muffled. He then shifted and wrapped his arms around Nico's leg, both grasping tightly to him as he bent his legs and sandwiched Nico's shin and calf between them, their feet lightly brushing.

Nico blushed. "Alright, dear." he said softly. Will was adorably wrapped around him, limbs melting into his. His breath hitched as Will moved the arm that had wiggled under his leg, up, Will's fingers dipping into his uppermost inner thigh, ever so slightly brushing his groin. Will had no clue the effect he has on him and it is mildly infuriating. He's just allowed to touch him like this, make him feel things like this, it is cruelly unjust. Nico let out a breath, attempting to not become excited. He regretfully succeeded when he moved ever to the side, so the teasing pressure was relieved and his urge went down. He gulped and let out a long breath, tilting his head back and closing his eyes briefly before he turned back to his book. Then he continued to comb his fingers through Will's hair, scratching his scalp and playing softly with his ear.

Will's thoughts wandered as he got comfortable, Nico's doughy legs and comforting hand letting his mind think back.

He thought back to his life before stumbling across the manor, just a mere few months prior. Will has worked hard almost his entire life. His mother being the only form of family he had ever loved, the both of them working just to have scraps on the table.

His mother, a seamstress, who worked achingly long hours for twenty cents a day, tried to raise him alone and keep them both alive. Once Will was old enough to work, meaning when he had freshly turned ten, he was thrust into the same suffocating work as his mother. His mother had no desire to make him work, she suffered over that her whole life, apologizing every night before he went to bed, grasping his little hand tightly and kissing his head softly, a whisper of a prayer on her lips in hope for a better, more sustainable life where she could keep Will safe from the outside world.