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Nico was furiously whacking the computer keyboard in a net cafe. He had run away from Hades’ underground palace again. He was just staying in his room, playing video games when his father shooed him out. As a result, he ended up spending days in that net cafe, feeding on the pomegranate seeds he had brought with himself. Everything was perfect, as long as nobody bothered him, and he could escape from the reality of being a son of Hades for a while.
However, as he reached for another pomegranate seed in his pocket, he realized that they were gone! He had probably eaten the last one the day before. Seems that he had to leave for food.
As he stumbled out of the net bar, his stomach continuously complained about its emptiness. Usually this meant going back to camp or to that underground hell-of-a palace (hey, it’s the Underworld after all), but he just didn’t feel like it. He’d just be a freak there. Even if he wanted to, Nico doubted that he even had the energy to shadow-travel.
‘Ow!’ Nico heard a sound from above as he stumbled into something black. He looked up. He had bumped into a tanned young man with messy, tousled black hair who was wearing a mask and in a black hoodie. The messy hair and that glistening emerald color underneath it reminded him of something, or someone, but- just…
‘I’m… umm… sorry…’ Nico lowered his head and apologized. The best way to avoid attention before the man noticed anything weird.
Just as he wanted to run to nowhere, his legs gave in, and he fell face-down on the pavement. Probably squished his nose or what.
‘Gods!’ The young man immediately kneeled down and held out his hand, trying to get him back to his feet, ‘How long have you gone without food? Do I need to get some food for you?’
‘I’m… fine,’ Nico replied, trying to sound as energetic as he could, ‘I don’t need-’ he was cut off by another rumble from his stomach.
‘It’s fine, kid. You can trust me.’ the young man said, handing Nico a pack of biscuits. He looked at it skeptically, before tearing the packet open and eating anything inside. Nothing is more important than food if you’re starving, right? Nico had learned it the hard way since he had run from camp.
‘Oh, and by the way, the name’s Jackson,’ The man continued, ‘I run a shelter for runaway teens, and you can always come over if you need to!’
Nico wanted to refuse and leave, but considering the options of places for him to sleep in New York City (which was either behind an alley, on a bench in a park, or in a fast food shop), Jackson’s home was definitely heaven compared to that.
And at least he could stay with someone trustworthy, or at least more trustworthy than Percy-
Stop thinking about it, Nico reminded himself, The last thing you want is to have a flashback and act like a maniac in front of Jackson. The memory had just bothered him for too long.
‘Then… Can you bring me up to yours now?’ he asked, desperate for a distraction and a place to settle down.
‘Sure!’ Jackson seemed to be smiling, even under his matted hair and mask, ‘Follow me!’ as he pulled Nico’s hand and ran along the streets of the bustling city.
Many hours of funtime later…
‘Ah! More of this stuff! More!’ A scrawny Latino (whose name was Leon or Deal or whatever, Nico forgot) raised an empty can of booze and shouted, ‘And now… All da gurls luv Leo!’
‘Look at you, Leo! How could you just get drunk with only a few cans of booze?’ Jackson guffawed at the drunken form of the scrawny boy.
‘I knew that Leo would be like this from the start!’ Nico laughed, his voice sounding distant in his ears.
‘So… does this mean that you could drink a lot?’ Jackson shifted close to him, draping a hand on his shoulders.
‘Kidding. I eat cereal with vodka instead of milk for breakfast!’ Nico snorted. He had never felt that loose since… never mind, he forgot about that as well.
‘Strong body, eh?’ Jackson moved his hand to smack Nico’s thighs, triggering a light gasp from the younger boy. Nico’s cheeks felt even hotter, even though he haven’t gulped any more booze after that.
‘Whatcha doin here, Jackson?’ He jumped away a bit from Jackson.
‘C’mon, Nico! How old are you, still shy as heck!’ Jackson didn’t notice Nico’s discomfort, ‘Aren’t you supposed to know already?’
It’s just some zoomer thing that I’m supposed to know, Nico let out a sigh of relief. Time to catch up on the good stuff he missed during his time cooped up in the Underworld.
He asked, ‘What’s that, then?’
‘If you really wanna know, there’s good stuff in my bedroom waiting for you,’ Jackson gestured at the closed room door.
‘Oh! You mean a new video game!’ Nico exclaimed. He was too stupid to think that it was unspeakable.
‘A game?! No, no, no, you’ll soon see that it’s more exciting than a video game!’ Jackson shook his head in mock disapproval, ‘Don’t you wanna gínei enílikas?’
‘Gínei enílikas?’ Nico repeated, ‘What do you mean?’ He was sure that he had heard some other phrases of that language before– he just forgot it. He knew he should’ve understanded that language but…
He shouldn’t overthink anyways.
Twelve seconds later…
A stench of rotten eggs and bleach mixed together filled Nico’s nostrils as the door opened. Surprisingly, nobody had been found dead here yet.
Nico scanned the desk. It was cluttered with anime figures, comic books, and discs with naked women (or men) on the covers besides for a laptop.
He grabbed one of the discs to examine.
‘You’ve got so many pornos, Jackson!’ He cried out in shock, as he felt heat waves blowing directly to his face, even though that was the middle of December.
‘That’s nothing compared to this, you schmuck,’ Jackson flipped open his laptop.
On the screen, two anime boys were looking at each other, seemingly speaking with each other in Japanese. Then they started kissing for no reason for a whole minute, in which Nico could see how their tongues moved and imagine the moaning sounds they made. He himself had also one imagined how it would be, with the boy in his dreams. The black hair, the sea green eyes, the cheeky grin on his face, that pirate-at-sea vibe… He wished that he could’ve been with that boy, doing those things like those two anime boys were doing in the video.
‘Oh! You’re starting to get shy!’ Jackson’s voice brought Nico back to reality. That was when he realized that his thighs were really cold.
He looked down. His pants were off.
‘Wha?’ he was lost for words, hands fumbling to get his pants back on.
Jackson swiftly grabbed his arm.
‘Dude, that’s no big deal! I’m just checking if your development is normal!’ he explained, hands inching towards Nico’s groin.
‘Jackson, don’t!’ Nico was doomed. He should’ve been more careful before trusting people. He should’ve learnt his lesson after that incident. Then he wouldn’t be treated like this. But wait– he could shadow travel. He tried to hide into the shadows under the desk. However something pushed him over and a hand grabbed his wrists, and his eyes seeing pitch-black before he could make his move.
‘No! Jackson! Please! Don’t!’ He yelped as his groin came in contact with Jackson’s hot breath, before being enveloped in a wet heat.
‘Jackson! Aaaaaaghhhhnnnngghhhhhh~~~~’
It felt like there was a bomb exploding inside him. Electricity flew around every inch of his body, slicing his brain into microscopic pieces that he couldn’t form any coherent thought.
‘Cumming so soon, Nico?’ Jackson’s deep but not-sexy-at-all voice rang at Nico’s left ear, ‘Your body is really honest with what it wants… You’re really a born slut, huh?’
‘No… Jackson… no…’ Nico could only repeat the two words aimlessly as something steaming hot and thick entered his asshole, thrusting in and out and in and out and in endlessly, bringing only pain to the rim.
‘Please… Don’t– Ahhhhhhhh~~’ Another jolt of electricity struck him, flowing in his veins when Jackson’s groin grinded against a spot.
‘And I thought you were awesome at sex! But you’re still a whore at heart, huh? I wonder if I could make you cum dry in ten minutes!’ Jackson grunted into his ear while still going in and out, avoiding that spot.
Metallic scent filled the air, mixing with the rotten-eggs-and-bleach-scent, making Nico nauseous already. With Jackson doing such disgusting stuff to him plus all that booze had downed that day, he could almost…
‘If you dare puke on me, you’re gonna be dead,’ Jackson warned solemnly.
Nico gulped. He didn’t want to be killed.
In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out…
Nico stayed silent. He would rather comply with Jackson. Or he would get into bigger trouble than only this.
Countless electric shocks later.
Jackson finally let go of his wrists.
Nico immediately grabbed a pillow to cover himself up and took his blindfold off, eyes dazed from the strong light of the room. His nostrils were blocked by the stink of the room. Cum and blood was leaking from his butt. His skin was sheeted with a layer of sweat. Even the word ‘dirty’ couldn’t describe how he was.
Jackson, that pathetic excuse for a human, was still sitting on the other end of the bed, mask still on, splattered by white liquid. But unlike their encounter, his hair was slicked back, revealing those eyes, those eyes that reflected the Hawaiian ocean, and brought it to New York City.
Just a coincidence. A nasty coincidence. It must be.
‘Well, Nico,’ Jackson even had the nerve to talk after that!
‘As we’ve had sex already, maybe let’s go by a first-name basis.
‘Call me Percy from now on,’ he turned towards Nico, took off his mask and revealed that cheeky grin that had been in his dreams for years. Then he left, leaving Nico alone to digest the truth.
How? How would Percy do such stuff to him? Shouldn’t he be that leader in camp, the hero that saved the whole Olympus?
That was just a joke. It's a joke. That isn't Percy.
There was no moon that night. Only a few lights flickered in the distance. A black cat hopped on the top of another building nearby. It was just so quiet.
'Ha! Ha! Ha!' Nico suddenly laughed loud enough for people nearby to hear.
The cat jumped off the building.
Nico knew that he would never be the same.