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Olá, esse é meu blog pessoal. Escrevo fanfics Pernico/Nicercy e orginais, e reblogo alguns posts de vez em quando.
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Você pode me chamar de Ana ou Aurora, meu pseudônimo. Escrevo fanfics Pernico/Nicercy e originais. Aqui colocarei minhas ideias e histórias, trazendo o que eu puder de interessante para esse pequeno cantinho de criatividade.
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Agora que tiramos isso da frente, podemos começar!
Eu escrevo desde o início dos anos 2000 e já passei por milhares de fandons, porém escrevi para poucos. O primeiro em que escrevi foi o de Naruto, depois Supernatural por uns bons cinco anos e lá pelos anos 2010 Percy Jackson, lugar que não saí desde então.
A verdade é que eu escrevo originais com a imagem que eu tenho dos personagens de Percy Jackson, e como os aspectos dessas histórias não são completamente originais (apenas uns 85%) eu considero minhas histórias fanfiction. Por exemplo, sempre imagino Percy com quase dois metros de alta, cabelos castanhos e levemente clareado do sol, pele bronzeada e olhos verdes, a personalidade tende mais para o lado rebelde e ligeiramente obscura dependendo do enredo. Já o Nico é alguém que tem o exterior vulnerável e doce, mas que por dentro é o mais forte e inteligente, principalmente na parte mental. Imagino ele com cabelos lisos e ondulados, pretos, olhos negros, nariz fino e arrebitado e pele cor oliva-escura, não exatamente chegando a ser uma pele negra. Os enredos, também, são os mais variados. Já escrevi sobre máfia, vampiros, a/b/o e outros que eu nem me lembro mais.
A questão aqui é que encontrei no Percy e no Nico meus modelos perfeitos de personagens para escrever, eu confesso, também os modifiquei bastante durante os anos, suas personalidades e histórias de vidas, para se adequarem ao que eu precisar dependendo da história que eu estiver contando.
O que eu realmente quero dizer é: eu criei uma versão deles, com motivações e objetivos tão diferentes dos livros que eles na maioria das vezes são bem OCC e fora do caráter original, sabe? Embora eu tente manter a essência deles viva. Isso me permite criar mundos e enredos que do contrário eu não me sentiria inclinada a escrever.
Imagine dessa forma, eles são os meus brinquedos favoritos para brincar, mesmo que eu tenha milhares de outros tão bons ou até melhores; eles ainda são os meus favoritos e sou apegada a eles. Dessa forma, não espere que eu vá escrever enredos canon, são bem raros para mim. A razão disso? Bem... me sinto muito limitada e eu não quero lidar com Will Solace.
Sou Anti-solangêlo? Pode se dizer que sim. É simples, não gosto de personagens jogados e que aparecem miraculosamente para ser o par de um personagem só porque ele se tornou popular. Eu, como demisexual, não aceito o fato de não ter desenvolvimento em como um romance acontece. Bons exemplos de casais, Reyna e Percy já que eles têm um bom tempo para se conhecer em cenas, Percy e Rachel já que eles também passam um tempo juntos e não simplesmente começam a namorar, Percy e Annabeth, e até Annabeth e Reyna eu aceitaria já que elas passam um tempo juntas, mesmo que seja desconfiando uma da outra. É tudo o que eu tenho a falar sobre o assunto. Então, vocês não me verão escrever boas coisas sobre eles.
Já sobre o blog de dicas de escrita, é um projeto que tenho há cinco anos. Sou alguém que precisa aprender algo novo de vez em quanto, por isso fiz um blog de escrita criativa. Com o tempo ele foi se tornando algo mais parecido com um trabalho, então decidi movê-lo para um lugar que me permita uma remuneração por isso. Vocês estão convidados a participar dele também; logo teremos posts interessantes sobre como melhorar nossas histórias por lá.
Bem, é isso. Sou uma escritora lenta e por vezes metódica, não sei como lidar muito bem com o fandom, principalmente pela agressividade que eu costumava ver. Também não sei trabalhar com pedidos, sabe? Eu preciso seguir meus pensamentos e não o que as pessoas me pedem, o não me impede de tentar encaixar sugestões nos meus textos. Estou fazendo o meu melhor para me enturmar mais. Então, sugestões são sempre bem-vindas, porém o que me dá vida é receber feedback e comentários. Também quero avisar que ao encerrar das minhas histórias é provável que eu as transforme em originais, elas podendo ou não sair do ar quando chegar essa hora. Então, se divirtam e se vocês se sentirem a vontade, comentários me incentivará a escrever ainda mais.
You can call me Ana or Aurora, my pseudonym. I write Pernico/Nicercy and original fanfics. Here I will put my ideas and stories, bringing whatever I can of interest to this little corner of creativity.
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Now that we got that out of the way, we can get started!
I've been writing since the early 2000s and have been in thousands of fandoms, but I've written for very few. The first one I wrote for was Naruto, then Supernatural for a good five years and back in the 2010s for Percy Jackson, a place I haven't left since.
The truth is that I write originals with the imagery that I have of Percy Jackson's characters, and since aspects of those stories are not completely original (only about 85%) I consider my stories fanfiction. For example, I always imagine Percy as almost six feet tall, brown hair and slightly bleached from the sun, tanned skin and green eyes, the personality tends more towards the rebellious and slightly dark side, depending on the plot. Nico, on the other hand, is someone who has a vulnerable and sweet exterior, but who inside is the strongest and most intelligent, especially in the mental part. I imagine him with straight, wavy black hair, black eyes, a thin, upturned nose and dark olive-colored skin, not quite a black skin. The plots, too, are varied. I've written about mafia, vampires, a/b/o and others I can't even remember anymore.
The point here is that I found in Percy and Nico my perfect models of characters to write about, I confess, I also modified them a lot during the years, their personalities and life stories, to fit whatever I need depending on the story I'm telling.
What I really mean is: I've created a version of them, with motivations and goals so different from the books that they're mostly pretty OCC and out of the original character, you know? Though I try to keep their essence alive. This allows me to create worlds and plots that I otherwise wouldn't feel inclined to write.
Imagine it this way, they are my favorite toys to play with, even if I have thousands of others just as good or even better; they are still my favorites and I am attached to them. In that way, don't expect me to go writing canon plots, they are quite rare for me. The reason for that? Well… I feel very limited and I don't want to deal with Will Solace.
Am I anti-solangêlo? You could say that. It's simple, I don't like characters who miraculously appear and became the love interest of a character, and just because they became popular. I, as a demisexual, do not accept the fact that there is no development in how a romance happens. Good examples of couples, Reyna and Percy since they have a good time getting to know each other in scenes, Percy and Rachel since they also spend time together and don't just start dating, Percy and Annabeth, and even Annabeth and Reyna I would accept since they've spend time together, even if it is in distrusting each other. That's all I have to say on the subject. So you won't see me writhing nice things about them.
About the writing tips blog, it's a project I've had for five years (in Portuguese). I'm someone who needs to learn something new from time to time, so I made a creative writing blog. Eventually, it became more like a job, so I decided to move it to a place that allows me to get paid for it. You're invited to join it too; soon we'll have interesting posts on how to improve our stories there.
Well, that's it. I'm a slow and sometimes methodical writer, I don't know how to deal with fandom very well, mostly because of the aggressiveness I used to see. I also don't know how to work with requests, you know? I need to follow my thoughts and not what people ask me, which doesn't stop me from trying to fit suggestions into my texts. I'm doing my best to get along more with all of you. So, suggestions are always welcome, but what gives me life is receiving feedback and comments. I also want to let you know that when I finish my stories, I'll probably turn them into originals, and they may or may not go off the air when that time comes. So have fun and if you feel like it, comments will encourage me to write even more.
Schlocktober is a month-long writing and drawing event. It was established in 2025 as a response to a kink-free Kinktober calendar that became infamous for having way too many rules.
Its unconventional prompts and loose standards encourage creative freedom and reject morality policing in fandom spaces.
Who's running this thing?
Direct your complaints to patheticfangirl.
Why "schlock"?
It means trash/junk (affectionate), and that's the quality of content I'm striving for with these prompts. It's also fun to say.
But, y'know, if you want to take a prompt and turn it into a masterpiece of a whumpy longfic, go for it. That's creative freedom, baby.
What fandom is this for?
Schlocktober is fandom and ship neutral. At the time of posting, there are 218 different fandoms represented in previous works.
What if I want to combine prompts? What if I want to write or draw things out of order? What if I want to make a video? What if...
Go for it. Get weird. Do an interpretive dance. Mix in last year's prompts if you want to. Let the spirit of schlock move you.
What does [prompt] mean?
You tell me. It's all open to interpretation.
Is RPF okay?
Yes, so long as it's clearly fiction. See rule #3 below.
There are rules?
Just three.
No AI use.
Having the plagiarism machine do your work for you is the opposite of creative. A typo-riddled mess is better than AI-written fanfiction. A stick figure drawn on the back of a napkin is better than soulless AI slop art. Believe in your own ability to produce trashy works.
Tag appropriately.
'Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings' means anything goes. 'No Archive Warnings Apply' means your work is guaranteed not to contain any of the major archive warnings (non-con, major character death, graphic violence, or underage sex).
No irl bigotry or crimes.
Your characters can be as problematic as you'd like, but if you try to post a weird pro-JK Rowling essay or threatening manifesto or something you're not going in the collection. Don't kill the vibes.
Anything else I need to know?
Only the most important thing of all: Have fun.
But someone else is having fun wrong!
Shut the fuck up.
How do I participate?
There's an ao3 collection right here:
Schlocktober on ao3
Otherwise, just tag #schlocktober here or on Bluesky. DMs are open if you tag something and I miss it (I promise it's not intentional).
Will the collection stay open after October?
The collection is open 24/7/365, but you may not get approved as quickly in the off-season as mods don't check often.
I can't read your graphic!
Text version of the prompts under the cut.
Day 1:
Hole Reversal
Fuck and Die and Cry
Sex Robot That Only Speaks Binary
Day 2:
Amateurbation
Neapolitan Sex (Chocolate, Strawberry, and Vanilla)
SERVIÇO MANDATÓRIO (Capítulo 5 e 6) #Dom!Nico #Sub!Percy #role reversal
Olá, como vai? Faz um bom tempo, não? A verdade é que eu estava entediada e nem um pouco inspirada, então, decidi dar um tempo, apenas alguns dias que se transformaram em meses. O importante é que eu voltei e trago dois capítulos! Quem estiver interessado é ver os links abaixo.
Uma pequena recapitulação! Percy e Nico estão morando juntos e estão no terceiro dia deles. Bem, nessa história, confesso, não me concentrei em plot, e principalmente esses dez primeiros capítulo é sobre eles se conhecendo. Um aviso importante é que no sexto capítulo, decidi focar em descrições e no que o Nico está sentindo, o que talvez deixe a história mais lenta. Então, se você não gostar desse tipo de texto, fique a vontade para não ler, porque será assim a partir desse capítulo. Eu provavelmente foi editar os anteriores em futuro distante, até porque estou em processo criativo e coisas podem mudar durante o caminho, embora o enredo continue o mesmo. A boa noticia é que tenho algumas ideias para o futuro da história.
Assim, se você pudesse ler o capítulo 6 e me dizer se ele está muito maçante, ajudaria muito!
Agora, se você puder responder essa enquete depois ler, seria ótimo!
O que você achou do Capítulo 6?
Maçante ou Chato
Na medida certa
Eu gostei
Não gostei
Voting ended onJul 8
Em um mundo onde pessoas são divididas entre submissos e dominadores, Nico é obrigado a cumprir o serviço mandatório, a não ser que ele quei
Serviço Mandatório 2.0 - História escrita por AnaCCohen - Spirit Fanfics e Histórias
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Em um mundo onde pessoas são divididas entre submissos e dominadores, Nico é obrigado a cumprir o serviço mandatório, a não ser que ele queira ser preso e encoleirado feito os milhares de submissos que ele vê pela cidade.
Fandoms:
Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan
Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types
Two things absolutely changed my life as a writer. You ready?
One- Your characters can be bad people, they can do bad things. There doesn't have to be a reason or a moral. You can make them bad if you want to. No other reason needed.
Two- it doesn't have to be good, it just needs to be written. On my last book i literally wrote the words "dumbest version" on the top of the page because I had seen some advice to do that. It changed everything. I stopped trying to make it perfect, I just tried to make it. Period. Full stop. You can edit bad writing. You can't edit a blank page.
And honestly? Defiance is the best writing I've ever done. All because I let my characters be bad and I gave myself the freedom to write it badly.
I wish the pjo fandom just accepted that Rick Riordan is a bad writer sometimes or at the very least inconsistent. Maybe then they'd recognize that a lot of characterization problems are retcons and bad writing instead of taking it as fact. It's why half the fandom is convinced that Percy hates Nico/does not care about him or that Nico's relationship with Percy only brought him pain. Why Jason, Hazel, Reyna and Will are considered Nico's support system but Percy isn't.
Nico and Percy's relationship does not exist in a vacuum and you need to understand the doylist problems in heroes of Olympus.
1- Rick very much repeats Nico's arc from pjo but worse. Nico's arc in pjo dealt with grief and being ostracized due to being a son of Hades. The second problem was established since the very FIRST book. Hades is not considered an Olympian he does not have a throne and his kids don't get cabins because otherwise "it would be terrible" according to Grover(we never learn what the terrible thing is I mean Zeus and Poseidon's kids are equally destructive soooo) PERCY very much calls this out in Botl when Hera insinuates that Nico doesn't belong. HE calls her out which causes Annabeth to do the same. People talk about Hera's beef with Annabeth but they leave Percy out of it. Then in TLO Percy calls out Nico's heroism and uses it as a reason why Hades deserves a recognition. Nico gets a cabin(which he designs) and the implication is that he will be accepted. In fact Hades' kids being accepted is why the position of the Oracle is not cursed anymore
Then HoO comes along and people STILL think that Nico/hades kids are creepy? It would have been fine if it was just CJ since they didn't have the development CHB had but no apparently camp half-blood went back to treating Nico the same after like 2 weeks. And Rick cannot for the life of him decide if this ostracization is in Nico's head or not. Frank is fine with Nico in SoN and then in their next meeting he's terrified. And then the rest of the 7... I don't even have a problem with the scene with Hazel where they talk about him being untrustworthy(that's fandom exaggeration they did not want to leave him behind Y'all they just said that he might be untrustworthy and then like 3 lines later it's dismissesed hell the conversation literally begins with PERCY telling Hazel they're saving Nico. Also let's be honest with ourselves Nico IS shady sometimes and any true Nico fan would love him for it) but their general attitude is like "ooooh so creepy." and Nico doesn't even do anything to cause that he just exists and idk is a little bit sneaky? As in he can move quietly? Leo makes a joke at his expense and him and piper are surprised that Jason defends him implying he wouldn't have done so before? Percy and Annabeth find him unsettling (even though they were FINE with him in PJO I'll DIE on that Hill. Even his SISTER is like "oooh Nico is not easy to be around thank you Frank for talking to him he needs practice talking to people." bruh who IS this guy 😭 pjo Nico wasn't like that! He could hold a conversation with people he could work in a group setting even though he preferred to do things alone. He doesn't hiss at social interactions 😬 Rick uses Iapetus/Bob from sword of Hades but apparently forgets that this was the same story where Nico went on a quest with Thalia and Percy and he was FINE. In fact Hazel's very presence relies on Rick retconning the lesson Nico learned in tBotl because he apparently only found Hazel while looking for Bianca. Which is really unnecessary I mean he could have just found her in the underworld while investigating the whole Thanatos problem.
Do you see the problem Here? For Rick to repeat Nico's "people find me creepy and Because of that I self isolate until I find support" plot. Nico needs to be isolated again. Camp half-blood needs to go back to isolating him(also Rick retcons who designed Nico's cabin) we need Jason and Reyna to be Nico's first real friends so we need to scrap Nico's friendship with Percy and how much Percy cared about Nico. Hell let's mischarachterize Nico and make him even more anti social to create drama.
And perhaps the WORST thing in this whole debacle: Rick retcons this whole thing AGAIN by going "oh no the ostracization was in Nico's head he's the one pushing people away 🤪" Which like it CAN'T be in Nico's head because I was in other characters' heads and they are weird about him too is Nico supposed to be blind as to not notice that? And the fact that this author gaslighting comes out of Nico's love interest is really part of why I could never get into Solangelo. Hell the Solangelo books BOTH have a moment where Nico is talking about his experiences and Will is like " um actually 🤓☝️ non of that happened people wanted to be your friend you just were rude and sarcastic to us." And we're supposed to take his words for it. This isn't Will being unreliable this is supposed to be objective reality. And once again for the people in the back: Nico IS NOT like that. He is not constantly sarcastic and rude to people. He can very much carry conversations He can be polite. One wonders if that really was the case why didn't Will name some of those who wanted to be Nico's friends. I mean if Rick wanted to make Nico's pov sound unreliable that was his way but BoO makes it seem like this is Nico and Will's first notable interaction(which tSatS later retcons again but I expect nothing from that book).
2- Now let's get to Percy. As I've said Nico's problems with Percy does not exist in a vacuum there's a doylist reason that goes back to Nico but there's also a problem with Percy's character arc as well. Rick has like 2 arcs for Percy and they're both ass. One is about his fatal flaw which goes nowhere and the other is that Percy apparently needs to learn to be a better Friend. You hear that? PERCY Loyalty Is My Fatal Flaw JACKSON needs to be a better friend. The culmination of that Arc is basically that scene is Tartarus where Percy realizes that he's been a shitty friend and needs to do better and the examples used here are: Calypso, Bob, and Nico.
For that to work the narrative needs to bend over backwards to either blame Percy for things that are not his fault or retcon Percy's whole ass personality.
A- Percy is in NO WAY responsible for the gods not freeing Calypso. They swore an OATH to make Percy's request come true and if Rick Riordan actually allowed oaths to the River Styx to matter this would not be a problem but again doylist problem. Rick wants Calypso in the plot for Leo's arc so Calypso needs to be in her island so uhhh apparently the gods didn't free her and it's Percy's fault even though he was kidnapped. Calypso needs to fall in love with Leo so Leo needs to succeed where other heroes have failed. Caleo can only work if Leo proves himself different/better than Percy.
B-Iapetus/Bob. Idk if this is unpopular or not but Percy does not owe Bob SHIT. I know that Rick doesn't really remember Sword of hades so let me remind all of you that the only reason why Percy erased his memory was that this TITAN(practically impossible to defeat) was trying to KILL him, Thalia and Nico. He was very much gung ho on murdering them (it's why I roll my eyes at HoH trying to make him somehow different than the other Titans like oh Iapetus was always softer/morally better than the other Titans. No the fuck he wasn't. If we go by personality Prometheus and Krios had a much more nonviolent and calm personality in PJO). If Nico wants to befriend Bob in spite of the murder attempt good for him, it's very much in character but Percy is not a bad person for not thinking of Iapetus more. My brother in Christ they had to deal with the aftermath of a WAR and Percy was kidnapped and had his memories erased and right after that he had to deal with ANOTHER WAR 😭 plus Percy isn't Nico. His relationship with Hades is rocky at best last time he went there he was imprisoned He can't just stroll down the underworld and visit Bob whenever he wants.
C- Nico. I can't believe this needs to be said but Percy was NOT a bad friend to Nico. "Not giving people a second thought" is NOT a problem Percy and Nico had. Percy took on the prophecy because he did not want Nico to shoulder this burden. Annabeth points out that he could be the prophecy kid and Percy actively CHOOSES for it to be him so that Nico doesn't get noticed by Luke/Kronos. He hides Nico's parentage from Chiron. He(+Annabeth) look for Nico for months in between TTC and BotL. When he has a vision of Nico with Minos he's so freaked out by it that he destroys his cabin's fountain and states at it for hours until Tyson checks up on him. He RUSHES to The labyrinth. He RUNS to the dangerous as fuck labyrinth because Nico might be in there and he does so while convinced that Nico wants him DEAD. When Gerion allows him and his friends to go on with their quest but not Nico, Percy gambles his and EVERYONE ELSE' freedom to free Nico. PERCY is the one who calls out Hera because he learned that Hera paid for Gerion to let them leave but not Nico.
It's because of Nico that Percy is so pissed off that he calls out Hera's toxicity when it comes to people like Nico or Hephaestus. Hera dismisses this and turns to Annabeth and Annabeth's response is basically: "Percy is right you DO suck." (This is very significant because it highlights Percy's role as an agent of change in his friends and his role as a cycle breaker because of his empathy. Which makes him a new type of hero. Percy constantly stands up for those who are outcasts. He stands up for Tyson in book 2. In book 3 he is the one person that tries to remind Bianca that Nico would be alone if she joins the hunters. He gives grace to both Bianca and Nico and later finds empathy for Zoe as well. In book 4 he constantly tries to help Nico and he dismisses the prejudices people have against mortals with Rachel. Both Chiron and Annabeth(due to Chiron's teachings most likely) view mortals as stupid and helpless but Percy trusts Rachel's competency and abilities. It is very much a pattern. One can even say it's a parallel between Percy and Nico. Percy stands up for outcasts while Nico takes notice of those in the shadows, those other people wouldn't think about. Like Hestia or Bob).
The fandom compares Jason/Will' reaction to Nico wanting to leave CHB with Percy's to somehow dunk on him because "Oh Percy let Nico leave. Nico said he didn't belong to camp half-blood and Percy didn't contradict him that means-" lemme stop you right there. The conversation literally began with Percy trying to invite Nico to his table for dinner because he worries about Nico missing meals. Percy tells Nico that it's dangerous outside of camp half-blood. Both Percy and Nico are RIGHT. Nico WOULDN'T belong to camp half-blood if he'd stayed there. There was no cabin for him. Percy himself had to take people's distrust due to being Poseidon's child he'd know that things are even worse for a Hades kid, Hera literally proved how little Olympians cared about Nico. He trusts Nico's capabilities because Nico has proven that he can survive on his own, and tells him to keep in touch and then actually DOES something productive and asks the gods for a cabin basically giving Nico a home. Do I even need to talk about the birthday cake scene? Even when Percy is mad at Nico in TLO, he still Carries him through the underworld he does not leave him behind. He calls Nico a Friend by the end and uses him as an example of why Hades' kids deserved recognition.
So what the hell gives in HoO? I mean even in HoO' inconsistent ass writing, Percy still has in Character moments of worry over Nico. He dreams about Nico in the jar, and tells him they'll free him. The controversial conversation about saving him literally begins with him telling Hazel that they're saving him(Leo and Jason only comment after that) when they're saving him he's so worried he forgets about Annabeth for a while and feels guilty about it afterwards. And no Percy isn't being mean when he thinks about wanting to throw bread at Nico, he also thinks about doing the same to Grover in book 1 when he's fighting the minotaur. It's just a Percy thing. Are we going to argue that Percy doesn't care about Grover?
But then you got these weird things like "He had a rocky history with Nico di Angelo. The guy had once tricked him into visiting Hades’s palace, and Percy had ended up in a cell. But most of the time, Nico sided with the good guys." Yeah okay it's Completely in character for Percy to be pissed at Nico for hiding the truth/lying to him AGAIN. But Nico always sides with the good guys or whatever. He was completely neutral in tBotl. He didn't care about the war only reviving Bianca but after that plot is done, Nico rushes to save Percy because Minos told him Nico is in danger Percy even takes note of this. He reveals his heritage and helps them escape from the TA. from then on he's on Olympus' side. Even with the trick with Hades. Percy is pissed about Nico LYING to him. He knows that Nico's goal was always to give him the Achilles curse. Percy knows this. Which is why he sends him back to convince Hades to join the fight. I hate the idea that the new books/fandom perpetuate that "Percy only remembers Nico when he needs something." It's NICO who approaches Percy trying to prove himself with the Achilles curse plan. Percy invites him in simply because he wanted to give Nico a good experience. NICO assumes that Percy doesn't trust him anymore. Percy himself doesn't even know how he's feeling. "Not giving people a second thought-" If there's a distance between Percy and Nico it's NICO who pulls away.
And again, while it is in character for Percy to be angry at Nico, I'd argue that an in character Percy would have also spoken up during the scene with Leo and Jason. Percy wanted to save Nico when he thought Nico wanted to sacrifice his soul for Bianca's. He didn't leave Nico behind even in TLO. I'd argue that it would make Jason and Percy's bullshit conflict into something actually meaningful if we turned it into Percy's Greek individualistic thinking and loyalty VS Jason's collective view and non trusting nature due to his upbringing.
And "Percy had shared some disturbing stories about Nico. His loyalties weren’t always clear. He spent more time with the dead than the living. Once, he’d lured Percy into a trap in the palace of Hades. Maybe Nico had made up for that by helping the Greeks against the Titans, but still-"
And bfr right now. Percy is not the type to gossip about people/talk behind their backs like that to someone he'd recently met. He doesn't tell Chiron about Nico's parentage, He doesn't Annabeth and co about his visions in tBotL. I'm pretty sure he doesn't talk about what happened with Hades in TLO. He refuses to let anyone call Silena anything but a traitor but you expect me to believe he'd be trading stories with Jason of all people? Jason Could have simply distrusted Nico because of his secret keeping. It would have still worked. I mean let's be real what else could Percy say about Nico? Nico's loyalties are not the question here. But sometimes Nico has his own agenda also and he hides things. And it wouldn't be slander, it's the truth. Sometimes Nico is a liar. Jason could have just taken that and become suspicious and it would highlight his personality even more.
And yes Nico finds some aspects of Nico's power creepy but he also finds some aspects of them cool. They're friends. Annabeth also cared about him. The three of them joke around with each other in one of the side book interviews. But we know that Rick is inconsistent. Wether it's with Nico both in personality, or lore(I count 4 birthdays for Nico according to the timeline) and so I don't know why people just accept these new versions of Percy and Annabeth.
There's this wired clusterfuck of Nico, Percy and Annabeth being flamderized by both the fandom and the text. Percy and Annabeth have long since stopped being themselves so that they could neatly fit into the "dumb BF x Smart girlboss GF" trope. It's either Annabeth suddenly being way less emotional than she was before so we could make her "cold and logical and needs Piper's help to face her feelings." Or Percy being dumbed down. Compare Percy's speech to the campers in TLO to the one he makes in BoO. His humor becomes more juvenile. The moment Annabeth shows up they become each other's whole personalities, to hell with Percy's connection to Frank, Hazel and the ones he had in PJO. Oh Percy is a troublemaker who needs Annabeth to keep on a leash. He needs Annabeth to help him out of a paperback. She is the brains. Percy's own strategic mind? Never heard of it. It's also Rick's "girlboss not like other girls feminism" that circle backs to misogyny. Because the girls need to all be mature and emotionally competent so they can roll their eyes at the immature, dumb boys. 🙄 Percy just gets it the worst here. Is it really a surprise that the senior year trilogy have basically turned Percy into a complete dumbass who needs his mom- sorry girlfriend to carry all the braincells? Annabeth is basically the mom Friend whose job it is to be perfect and smart and sigh at the boys' stupidity. Hell even the other boys get some of it Jason is somehow a dumbass oblivious Boy for wanting to involve Reyna or trusting her in front of Piper even though they never dated. Frank and Leo get to have teen bickering while the girlies all get along and roll their eyes at the boys bring immature and therefore don't get to have any conflict or any relationship with each other.
Hell let's circle back to the Reyna thing because that's Rick's second problem. He can only resolve love triangles by erasing/downplaying the platonic connections that existed before. I mean Reyna and Jason do not have a SINGLE conversation that is one to one/not related to the plot. Reyna has more conversations with Annabeth and Piper. Rachel and Percy used to be good friends. He was very comfortable around her but then in HoH he gets nervous after her name gets mentioned and Annabeth is amused because oh they became friends off screen but she needs to keep her boyfriend on his toes(they're in Tartarus btw) Reyna? She believed that Percy was competent enough to be co-Praeor with her but then she meets Annabeth (and an in character Annabeth would have had a more interesting relationship/bigger conflict with her and not even because of romantic jealousy but as a proud daughter of a war goddess meeting another daughter of a war goddess who implied that CJ is better than CHB but god forbid Annabeth gets to be immature) and suddenly she's like "lol Yeah Percy can't find his way out of a paperbag without Annabeth" it's so jarring specially since Percy was complimenting Reyna prior to this. And then she gets to compliment him but bam! Annabeth arrives and suddenly Percy needs to be a dum dum in comparison. It happens with Calypso and Leo where Leo needs to succeed where Percy failed(hell even outside romantic relationships this still applies. Nico can't be Bob's friends him being Bob's friend needs to be highlighted by comparing what a shitty friend Percy is. Jason needs to be Nico's first buddy. We can't have Nico be the one to push Percy away because of his feelings no we gotta make Percy into the failure)
And is ANYONE surprised that the same principle applies to Nico as well? Nico can't move on from Percy after a conversation or some closure. Apparently he holds Percy on a pedestal, even after Percy "failed to save Bianca" and Nico realized that the world didn't work like his card game. No Nico STILL help Percy up on a pedestal and the only way he can move on from Percy is by diminishing how much Nico mattered to him by implying that Percy is a bad friend who failed Nico somehow. And Nico suddenly realizes that Percy is annoying and immature and sees how normal and unimpressive he is after he sees Percy... Right after Tartarus. Right after Tartarus when Annabeth and Percy are complete messes Nico looks at him and goes: wow he looks so normal/not heroic. That doesn't make Nico seem shallow not at all! What are you talking about? I mean in the same book Percy is called the person Nico cares for the most but we need to Speedrun this moving on shit so Nico finds belonging(times 2 but it will stick this time promise) and his new besties and his perfect boyfriend and him and Percy never have a moment to finish their ass conflict(same as Reyna and Jason) just a high five with Annabeth and into happily ever after we go.
Em um mundo onde pessoas são divididas entre submissos e dominadores, Nico é obrigado a cumprir o serviço mandatório, a não ser que ele queira ser preso e encoleirado feito os milhares de submissos que ele vê pela cidade.
Fandoms:
Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan
Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types
The Heroes of Olympus - Rick Riordan
Relationship:
Nico di Angelo/Percy Jackson
Additional Tags:
sub!Percy
dom!Nico
Alternate Universe - BDSM
Dom/sub
Nicercy
D/s relationship
Olá, como vai? Vai um tempo, não? Aconteceram algumas coisas nesse começo de ano, e o que deveria ser duas semanas de descanso virou três meses. Ainda não estou 100%, mas estou de volta. Provavelmente vou escrever algumas shortstories, embora eu não prometa nada. Enfim, não sei se eu tinha comentado aqui, mas estou reescrevendo essa história. No momento estamos no quarto capítulo, e cada capítulo tem no mínimo 5 mil palavras. Em algum momento a versão em inglês vai vir, só não sei quando. Quem tiver interesse, o capítulo está no ar no AO3. Narrador da história mudou, então, se você ler a partir do capítulo 5 vai ver a diferença. Assim que eu tiver mais novidades aviso por aqui.
Obrigada a quem continua me acompanhando e mandou comentários Isso é muito importante para mim.
Até a próxima.
The best piece of writing advice I can give is that you should strive to be sincere rather than original.
You can't force originality. Originality will arise as a natural consequence of sincerity. Make the story completely and apologetically yours, and originality will come by virtue of it being your story.
Hello, how are you? We finally finished the project! I won't even apologize for the delay, I'll just say that it was fun and interesting, some new stories came out, but as I imagined, around the 20th day I started to run out of steam. The important thing is that I finished, even though I finished very late. I hope these texts have served as good entertainment. See you next time!
Olá, como vai? Enfim encerramos o projeto! Nem vou me desculpar pela demora, só vou dizer que foi divertido e interessante, saíram algumas histórias novas, mas eu imaginava, lá pelo 20° dia comecei a perder o folego. O importante é que eu terminei, embora tenha terminado bem atrasada. Espero que esses textos tenham servido de um bom entretenimento. Até a próxima!
Hello, how are you? You thought I had given up, didn't you? As usual, I had a little burnout. So, I decided to finish the rest of the project at once. Today's chapter has over five thousand words, I hope you enjoy it. And for those who don't remember the last chapter, we pick up where Nico and Percy are talking on the living room sofa.
"Maybe you'll regret saying that. There's no one more boring than me."
"That's what everyone says."
After that, Nico couldn't help himself. He grabbed Percy's hair and pulled it until Percy's mouth was over his, panting and open, tangling their tongues until all that Dom and sub talk vanished from their minds. He felt Percy holding onto his neck and pulled away to see his face bathed in the late afternoon light, all anxious, his eyes avoiding Nico's.
Hm… was this when the sexy part happened? Nico thought, smiling and amused by his own joke. But when he saw that Percy was starting to get impatient and frustrated, he became serious again.
"Are you sure about this? It's not too late to look for a more experienced Dom."
"No, I want... I want you."
Nico took a deep breath and focused on what Percy meant behind those words. He was beginning to think Percy didn't say these things because it was what he wanted to hear, but because he felt it was what Nico needed to hear; and maybe it was, maybe it was exactly what he needed to know so that everything that had happened before would stay in the past. Or, at least, so that he would try one more time.
"Alright, I'll be your Dom. On one condition."
"Yeah?" Percy lifted his head and stared at him for a moment, returning to being that same shy sub he had met.
"You have to tell me when I do something wrong."
"Have you never... dominated anyone?"
"Not exactly." When he saw that Percy seemed interested, Nico continued. "There was this boy in high school, we studied in the same class."
"Was he a submissive?" Percy asked, all excited.
Nico watched Percy get up from where he was sitting and come toward him. He sat on the same sofa as Nico, turned to face him, and rested his hands on Nico's knees, seeming to forget everything else.
Nico smiled and continued:
"Yes, raised and educated to be the perfect sub. Everything he did was to please someone or gain the favor of those who mattered. He was small, short, and pretty. The perfect sub, honestly."
"What happened?"
"What always happens when I tell the truth."
"Oh," Percy murmured, looking disappointed.
Nico almost felt guilty for lying. I mean, the story was true. It wasn't the first time he claimed not to know how to dominate.
"Yes, in the beginning, I even tried, but..."
"But?"
"Well, he found a Dom who wasn't as sensitive as me."
"So, you are a Dom." Percy leaned toward him, all happy.
"What?"
"That's what you said: he found a Dom who wasn't as sensitive as me."
Percy had caught Nico on that one.
"Yes, I guess I am."
"So, what's the problem?"
"There’s no problem." None that I want to share, Nico thought, watching Percy's face fall.
"I understand."
"You understand?"
"You don't trust me. Why would you?"
"Percy, this has nothing to d—"
"You don't need to lie, Nico. I'm big enough to know when I'm not wanted. I think yo—"
"Percy, listen to me," Nico spoke calmly, standing up along with Percy. Nico held him by the shoulder before Percy could run away and pulled him close, touching the hair at the nape of his neck. "I want to be with you. I don't know why, but I want to."
"You do?" Percy hunched over and stared at him with wide eyes, asking in a whisper, like a lost and scared little boy would.
"Yes," Nico confirmed. "And you're right, I don't trust you. These things take time, and if you want to be with me, that's how it's going to be."
"When you want it and when you are ready," Percy completed as if it were obvious.
Nico didn't mean exactly that, but now that Percy had said it... it made sense; after all, he was the one in control, wasn't he? That's what dominators do.
"Yes," he confessed. "I want you to take a hot shower and wait for me in bed, okay?"
Percy nodded and gave Nico a wet kiss on the cheek, smiled happily, and walked across the room, disappearing up the stairs that led to the upper floor of the house.
***
Okay, he could do this.
Nico took a deep breath, climbed the rest of the stairs, and entered the bedroom, passing through the half-open door. The blinds were closed and the lights were off, only the lamp illuminated the room. He took a few more steps inside, familiarizing himself with the place, trying to convince himself that this was right for them. Percy was there, of course he was, sprawled on the bed, only the cage covering his body, looking at something on his cell phone and smiling at whatever he was reading. His wet hair rested on the pillow and the rest of his body occupied a large part of the mattress, relaxed on his side of the bed.
Come on, Nico forced himself to go ahead. He could do this, one step at a time. Yes, one more step and he could already see the contours of Percy's body clearly. Angular face, broad shoulders, defined abs, and the securely trapped member. Everything about Percy screamed comfort, as if he accepted who he was, no less and no more, without any inhibition when it came to his form. Nico took another step forward and Percy lifted his head, looking at him from under his lashes, smiling. Neither of them moved until Nico took another deep breath and approached the bed, still without the courage to initiate anything.
Gods! Why was it so hard? When he thought it was all for fun and nothing more than playing house, things were great, but now that he saw someone's mental and physical health depended on his next steps... all Nico wanted was to run away. Not that he was inexperienced, but having all this responsibility... he didn't remember it being so complicated. Maybe he had made a point to forget.
Still, without saying anything, he took off his shirt and pants, along with everything else, and lay down next to Percy, standing still like a statue. That was what he was supposed to do, right? Lie down near him? Should he...
"You're thinking too much," Percy said in his ear.
Nico hadn't even seen when he had moved closer, only knowing that now they were very close, Percy's head near his, nose against nose; he lay on his side while Nico lay on his back, fighting against himself. He just needed to relax.
"What should I do?"
"Whatever you want."
Whatever he wanted? How about doing nothing? Sleeping. Yes, sleeping was a good idea. But Percy... ah, Percy looked at him in a way that was hard to describe, in a way that made him want to be someone else just to have the courage to go through with it. Should he? Probably not. But he would do it anyway.
A kiss? Seemed like a good idea.
Nico leaned over Percy and pressed his lips against his. Slowly. Carefully. Lips against lips, brushing them together. This was a good start, right? Then came a gasp, and Nico found himself lightly nibbling Percy's lower lip, opening his mouth, capturing his tongue in that moment and sucking like he hadn't done in a long time. He felt hands... hands holding his shoulders, just supporting them. Legs... his legs sliding between his, finding something hard and metallic along the way, reminding him who he was with.
"Is this okay?" He asked, just to be sure.
Percy's face flushed softly and his chest rose as he breathed heavily and Nico... maybe it wasn't that hard. He already felt ready to give Percy what he wanted.
He let his gaze fall to the space between the other's muscular legs and observed the bulge there. The image still took his breath away; it looked so small and stuffed in there... Nico wanted to lower himself and see if Percy would feel as good with his mouth as with his hands. But no... not at that moment. He returned his attention to Percy's face and saw that he was staring at him intently. With a bit of fear? Or was it expectation?
"Do you have lubricant?" He asked, trying to be objective.
"I... I don't need it."
"Excuse me?" Nico said, not understanding.
Percy looked at him discreetly, but with a soft smile on his lips. He lifted the hands that were holding the headboard and touched Nico's, guiding one of them between his legs, towards his entrance.
"You...?"
"I wanted to be prepared."
So, when he finally let his fingers explore the place better, Nico saw that Percy... that Percy was already wet, his interior soft and already dilated.
"Is all this for me?"
"Yes, Nico. I want to be a good..."
"Boy?" Nico finished for him, trying to make a joke. But, apparently, it wasn't funny at all.
Percy shifted uncomfortably and squeezed his eyes shut tight, the blush intensifying on his face, though, even so, Percy agreed, nodding and trying to hide.
"You are..." He stammered, swallowing hard. "...you are a good boy, the best of them."
He let the words out and realized they were true. In these moments, it was as if Percy really transformed into a shy and scared little boy, making him want to protect him and pull away at the same time, afraid of hurting him.
"Is this okay?" He asked again to make sure his touches were welcome.
Percy nodded, staring at him from behind his long lashes, and only then did Nico start moving again, sinking his fingers a little deeper into Percy's body and adding one more until Percy moaned softly, almost afraid to make noise, a choked sound escaping his lips.
"Here?"
"Again, please."
That was all he needed to insert the fourth. He pressed them against the walls of Percy's interior, who practically arched off the bed, throwing his head back.
Nico thought it was now or never.
He held his own member, only now noticing how it hurt, and guided himself inside, letting himself relax for the first time since he had arrived at that place.
***
And to think that someone will someday understand the chaos that dances inside me to the sound of my melancholy, Percy thought as he watched Nico, his Dom, just his, trying so hard to be the perfect dominator.
This was something that hadn't crossed his mind, not really. A Dom? Just his? One Percy didn't have to share with anyone and who paid attention only to him, like no other had done or had the interest to do? The idea seemed almost fantastical.
Percy knew he should pay attention to how Nico tried to give him pleasure and the way he was so careful, as if Percy would break with the slightest sudden movement. But this, skin on skin and sweat and kisses, all of this took a backseat; he never thought he would say something like that. When would sex ever take second place? Not in his life, not when the escape for all problems had always been this. In the end, it seemed he was putting his efforts in the wrong place and maybe, on the wrong person too. Just the fact that Nico was there, between his legs, trying to do something he wasn't sure about just to make him happy... was the best feeling. It wasn't exactly how Nico's hands touched him or how they lifted him a little higher with every touch, it was... it was the purpose behind it all, all the effort, care, and affection.
"Percy..." He heard Nico's whispered voice and shuddered when he felt the large head brush against his entrance. It wasn't exactly the biggest thing he had ever felt nor was it small, it was just... perfect. Nico applied a little pressure, held his waist tightly, and pushed himself inside with a choked grunt.
Indeed, it had been a long time. Too long, judging by the tight fit and the difficulty with which Nico advanced. Percy didn't hold back; he grabbed the pillows and moaned, arching his back completely, not caring about anything, probably putting on quite a show.
He didn't even know why he liked that so much. He was sure he wouldn't cum until the end of the night, however, the sensation of feeling Nico inside him... was something else... he felt filled, complete and warm... so warm and so good... Also, it wasn't just about the pleasure; he liked looking at Nico and seeing what his Dom would do next.
One thing was certain, Nico wasn't like the other dominators he had met. It seemed so natural in him that sometimes it enchanted Percy, and surprised him too... and Nico didn't even realize it; it was how he always was ordering him around or going against other people's will just because he thought it was the right thing to do.
He also lacked that selfish arrogance so characteristic of people who held power, or even the greed that always seemed impregnated in other dominators. Percy wouldn't know how to explain it properly; it was an absence of so many things he thought were part of dominators, something that made his head spin, much more than any sex could. Although... although he couldn't deny, when Nico touched him like that, he went to heaven and didn't even need the touch to be sexual, just needed it to be... real. Like... like now! He squeezed him so tight and went so fast...
"Baby, are you close? I... I won't last."
Nico... Nico had called him... baby? Gods.
Percy held his breath when Nico... ah! When he held his waist and went that centimeter deeper. He lifted him up a bit and sank inside him in a way that made him close his eyes and moan, just moan, so good and right in that little spot no one bothered to look for, that Percy arched his spine, feeling his body wanting to reach the climax, always wanting to get there and never succeeding, never!
It hurt... ah! It hurt so good... he moaned again and wrapped his legs around Nico, opening his eyes to see the magic moment when Nico just... stopped, pulsing and panting and grunting, reaching parts that were rarely reached inside him, pulsing and pulsing until Percy felt even hotter, a funny sensation inside, making everything more... slippery, his caged member seeming to want to explode out of the metal, making it hurt and making him pant even harder and faster.
Oh, his Dom was cumming! He made Nico cum? Him? Percy Jackson? Who had been called useless and worse things?
He smiled at his Dom and saw him wobble, almost falling forward, breathing fast, his frantic gaze analyzing Percy like a radar and touching him everywhere; his waist with his finger marks, his abdomen, arms, neck, and even his face. Then, Nico said:
"Did I hurt you? Does anything hurt? I... I shouldn't have... and you?"
Percy wanted to laugh, wanted to guffaw with happiness, which probably wouldn't sound good. Nothing hurt, it was exactly the opposite; he would be cumming without even being touched if he weren't wearing the cage, but then, he would lose this magnificent moment, watching Nico kiss his hand and then his arm, moving up his shoulder until reaching his mouth, soft and delicate.
"I'll reward you, I promise."
Should he say he didn't need it? That seeing his pleasure already gave him all the reward he needed? But... he wanted to see how far Nico would go, so he nodded yes and saw him slide out of him, looking around the room as if searching for something.
"Do you have anything around here?"
"Like what?" Percy asked, curious.
"A vibrator?"
Percy smiled at him and pointed to the wardrobe.
"On the right side, in the back."
"Ah," Nico said and walked to the wardrobe, opening it and sticking his head inside.
Nico came back with a battery-operated vibrator and lubricant.
Was Nico really going to do this? The dominators he knew wouldn't even bother asking if he was okay, let alone... ah! Percy moaned, genuinely surprised, when Nico lubed the toy and, already turned on, inserted it slowly. Ohhh... he had forgotten the feeling.
"Is it good?" Nico asked, not expecting an answer. "Maybe I'll try it later."
Him? Try it? Did that mean...? Ah! Percy moaned again feeling Nico push the toy a little deeper, reaching his prostate.
"Here?"
Percy nodded, wanting to cover himself. Why did he have to be so careful... so... so detailed? The worst was seeing Nico looking at him, analyzing his every action. No one had ever paid so much attention before.
Yes, he knew. He was repeating himself, but... ah!... This time, even Percy heard his squeal; Nico kept pressing the vibrator right on that spot, using more force and moving the toy in a way so...
"Good?" Nico finished for him. But Percy couldn't speak, could only look at Nico and pant like a bitch in heat.
Percy wanted to cum and wanted Nico to end that torture with the same intensity that he wanted him to continue and not stop until it hurt, until he couldn't take it anymore, until... Ah! He was feeling it... he was! It was that sensation coming from the bottom of his spine and rising slowly, so slowly and navigating... navigating... then, he gasped, as if he were short of breath while both he and Nico watched his fully trapped member contract inside the metal cage until... until... hmmm, yes! He was ejaculating! Never a full orgasm, a sensation familiar and alien at the same time, until the liquid coming out through the slit of the chastity belt decreased in intensity and only a few drops remained dripping, running down the cage and reaching his thighs.
"That was beautiful," Nico commented, as if observing a work of art. "So pretty, baby."
There was his problem. Percy felt the compliment go straight to his eternally aroused member and rise to his cheeks while being surrounded again by his Dom's strong and safe arms, still feeling so aroused it hurt, in an eternal torture he was destined to suffer.
***
"Come on, talk to me," Nico whispered against his lips, licking them slowly and sliding his tongue into Percy's mouth.
Percy felt himself shudder and moaned, hugging him tight around the neck, returning the kiss, his breath escaping his body when Nico's hands went down his back, touching the place where the vibrator had been moments before.
"So wet and so open. I made quite a mess. Do you want more or do you want me to stop? Hm?"
"I... ah!" Percy gasped when Nico's fingers penetrated him again, fast and deep, curling inside him. It hurt... it hurt so much... but he liked it, wanted more. However, he felt powerless, like a rag doll, and the only thing he could do was grind on those fingers, feeling them go a little deeper, reaching where he needed it most.
"Here?" Nico asked, lips against his earlobe and voice low and hoarse messing with something inside him. "Do you want more? Yeah, I think you do."
That was when Percy gave up on any word that might form on his lips. Nico pulled him closer, making him sit on his lap and placed one of his hands between their bodies, while the other made room for the fat head of Nico's member to enter him once again.
Percy couldn't explain it, it seemed bigger than before; wider and longer, brushing against the tight entrance and sliding along his walls in slow in-and-out movements until it was completely inside him, finding the right spot.
"Is everything okay?" Nico said when Percy said nothing but moan, arched over him, fingernails digging into Nico's back. "Should I stop?"
No, Percy wished Nico would never stop. He opened his mouth, trying to say no, that this was one of the best moments of his life. But when only a gasp came out, he decided it was better to show it. He tried to lift his hips and move, but he was so limp he could only rock on top of Nico.
"I think that's a no." Nico laughed softly against his neck and went back to holding his waist while grabbing Percy's hair, forcing Percy to face him, black eyes seeking his for permission. Which was very interesting, almost contradictory given the fact he had all the control. "I need you to tap my neck or ask me to stop if it's too much. Okay?"
Percy nodded. Or that's what he tried to do. Honestly, he felt like he was losing track of what was happening around him.
One moment Percy was on Nico's lap, feeling the member move inside him and the next he was lying on his back on the bed. His legs were open and up, over Nico's shoulders while he fucked him so hard that Percy started to see everything blurry, the world spinning and the pleasure rising up his nerves again like a smoking rocket.
"Ah, here is my baby," he heard Nico's voice, just as breathless as his, hands going back to dig into Percy's hair.
Nico stopped inside him for a moment, long enough to kiss him, and started moving again, fast and hard, opening Percy's legs a little wider and making him arch, practically folding him in half.
"N-Nico," Percy murmured uncertainly, trying to understand what was happening, panting and moaning, feeling as free and as safe as he had never felt before.
"What does my baby need?"
He... he didn't know. He only knew that Nico kept moving inside him without pause and hard, and that he couldn't look away, from the smirk and the way Nico kept fucking him, pulling his head back and digging fingers into his skin, especially the way Nico seemed never to tire or lose rhythm. Percy didn't want to, but he started to move, shuddering from head to toe. He felt something rising up his spine, his toes curling, he... he contracted all over and Nico sank deeper, pinning him against the bed.
Percy couldn't, he couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed Nico firmly by the neck and screamed, screamed so hard and so loud that he almost didn't hear his grunt or feel those last thrusts that allowed him to relax and finally let the relief surround him, bringing the most intense orgasm of his life, cage or no cage.
"Shhh... it's okay. I'm here."
He hugged Nico very tight and closed his eyes, still shivering, knowing he was cleaning him up and trying to console him. Percy only understood that he needed those arms around him and that warmth, not letting him pull away until he couldn't anymore.
"Good boy," he heard Nico say, whispering very softly, like a secret only Percy deserved to hear.
***
"How do you feel?" Nico asked.
Percy did a quick analysis and realized he felt very good. A bit sore and tired, still all open, but very satisfied. I mean, he wouldn't say no if Nico was in the mood for more. In a few minutes.
"Good." That was all he said, keeping his face neutral. He didn't want Nico to know he had liked it so much, that it was one of the best fucks of his life. He wasn't ready to give him all that power.
Yet.
"So, is that how it is? We're going back to this word game? Okay? From 1 to 10, what's your satisfaction level?"
"Six," Percy said, holding back a laugh.
"You liar! I made you cum at least twice. That would be at least a seven, maybe an eight."
"I don't think so."
Percy heard a gasp and looked back. Nico was holding him by the waist, lying pressed against his back, speaking against his neck, the other hand on Percy's abdomen, keeping him close, both still sharing the same pillow with their heads.
"You hurt me that way."
That was when he grabbed Percy's hair and tilted his head back, making him moan.
"It's sad, but we'll have to do something about that, hm?"
"Nico..."
Percy admitted it, he moaned surprised and a little too excited. He felt Nico's hands going down and sinking into his entrance again. It should hurt, he should tell him to stop, that normal people didn't get turned on so much, but his complaints were left behind when Nico just pushed himself inside him, making him whimper, moving against his Dom to feel him better touching all the right parts.
"Hm, baby, so good... I don't know what it is about you that makes me want you so much. I can't explain... hm... do you want me to stop?"
Percy moaned and rubbed against him, losing his breath as he felt Nico's hand touch his trapped member. He didn't understand why that aroused him so much. He could feel the heat radiating and seeming to transfer behind the cage and could feel the way Nico held him strong, dominating and controlling him with a simple gesture.
"Do you like it when I touch here? You seemed so tortured that day... the strange thing is I wanted to torture you even more and see how far you could take it... but that's not appropriate behavior for couples who aren't officially together, you know? I really wanted to..."
Then, Nico held him tighter and touched his testicles, grabbing them firmly while with the other hand he hugged him by the shoulder and, for a moment, Percy felt trapped, truly trapped, but so light that he put all pretense aside. He let Nico lean over him and press him against the bed, let Nico open his legs, lifting them up, and let himself moan against the pillow, feeling Nico fuck him one more time fast and hard and with so much will that tears came to his eyes and his mind got lost in sensations until he found himself moaning long, Nico inserted so deep inside him that not even god could separate them.
***
"Seriously now, we need to get up."
"Ni-cooooo!"
"Come on, baby. Come take a shower."
"Why? I don't want to."
"Percy."
Uh-oh... he had never heard that tone of voice come from Nico, but he knew it wasn't good. He opened his eyes and found Nico sitting on the bed, naked and with messy hair all over the place. His black eyes stared at him with irritation, hunger, and impatience.
"If you don't get out of this bed, you're going to regret it."
"Yeah, what are you gonna do to me? Spank me? Is Daddy gonna get mad?"
"If you want, we can come to an agreement. I bet that's what you want, make me lose control and give you what you deserve."
"What do I deserve?"
Nico smiled at him and extended his hands, waiting.
"If you don't get up in five seconds, you'll find out."
Right. Percy nodded. Was he ready for this? Probably not. It seemed too early for the punishments to begin. Moaning, he moved slowly and crawled out of bed; Nico held him when his legs almost gave out.
"Made a mess, hm? It's your fault, if you weren't so beautiful and sweet-smelling and hot..." Nico whispered against his ear and made his legs tremble even more.
"Am I beautiful?"
It was the first time someone said that to him. He had been called handsome, hot, tight, very tall, and even a slut, but beautiful... was something new.
"Don't you look in the mirror? You are one of the most beautiful people I've ever seen."
"Then you must not know many people. And there is a difference between handsome and beautiful."
"Yeah, you are both and much more. Now, to the bathroom."
With slow steps, he let Nico guide him to the bathroom, finding the bathtub already full of water with rose salts. He couldn't even remember the last time he had used one.
"Are you going to bathe me?" He asked, amused. "Then put some powder on me?"
"If you want, I can. Nothing better than a good treatment after a scene."
"You know, you tricked me... for someone who said he wasn't a Dom..."
"Maybe... I might have lied. But if you're complaining, I must have gone too easy on you. What do you think about a change of tactics? I can do that. Maybe then you'll behave."
Nico smiled at him and Percy stopped for a moment, considering what Nico was saying. Nico seemed serious, but didn't seem so committed to making his words concrete. Were they... flirting? Oh... funny. Maybe Percy wanted him to go harder, however, he wouldn't be the one to say it. If Nico didn't understand that, Nico didn't deserve to know.
With that in mind, he took a step forward, held onto the edge of the tub and got in. Nico, of course, was right behind. He held Percy's waist and lifted him slightly, helping him sit and rested his head on the indicated support.
"Now, hm... shampoo? Shampoo."
He relaxed against the seat, almost closing his eyes, and watched Nico, trying not to laugh at his face. It was a funny thing to witness, something not seen every day. Nico walked back and forth inside the bathroom, opened cabinets, closed doors and compartments, and gathered the things he thought were necessary. When he came back near him, Percy couldn't take it; for some reason, he found it so funny that his body started to shake, running out of breath from so much laughter.
"Baby, breathe," Nico told him, holding his neck, and Percy obeyed.
He opened his eyes wide and took a long breath in, letting the air out afterward, unable to avoid the giggles that insisted on escaping his lips.
"Very good. Good boy," Nico said and smiled, massaging Percy's hair. He kissed his lips in one of the sweetest touches Percy had ever received and showed the shampoo, still holding his head. "Now, slowly. You're in sub-drop."
"It's more like sub-high," he murmured, because it was the truth. He was in ecstasy, truly floating on clouds, so amazed that the world seemed more colorful.
"Then, stay with me. Don't go too far."
"Yes, Dom."
He resisted the temptation to close his eyes once more and saw the exact moment when Nico stopped moving and stared at him seriously, sincerely serious, for the first time since they had met. He knew he wanted to say something, and that it was probably something important, but he didn't think he was ready, neither of them was. So he closed his eyes, forced himself to take a deep breath and relaxed, knowing he wasn't in the right headspace to make such a serious decision. After a few moments, everything seemed to get lighter and less important, shelved for later. He felt Nico's hands return to touching his hair, massaging it gently, soon after being rinsed carefully by the jet of water from the hose Nico was holding.
"You know you can talk to me about anything, right?" Nico murmured softly, behind him outside the tub, still massaging his hair. "This thing between us is new, but it doesn't mean I won't listen to you. I always will."
Percy didn't know why that affected him so much, they were just words spoken to comfort him. But they affected him. He closed his eyes tightly and held his breath until the urge to cry passed. And it only passed when he felt Nico's hands on his shoulders, massaging them and pulling him close, Nico wrapping him in his embrace and his lips.
"It's okay. I'm here. I'm here."
Percy felt the air being sucked away and held onto Nico's arms, grabbing them very tight. If he knew that the problem was exactly that... if he knew... Percy could see a future where he and Nico offered what the other needed. A home, company, and all the companionship one could want in the world. But he knew this wouldn't last, nothing lasted. So what if Nico was holding him even tighter and grabbing his face, kissing him like no one had ever kissed him? So what if Nico took care of him the way no one had taken care before? None of that mattered, it didn't matter, because, in the end, it wasn't real. None of it was.
But the fact worth noting was that Nico kept trying.
Nico held him by the waist, fitted himself behind him and got into the tub with him, hugging him very tight around the middle of his back. He kissed his neck and kept him close, caressing his skin without any sexual pretension. For some reason, this made Percy feel better, as if he were loved and once again in the safest place in the world.
Olá, como vai? Acharam que eu tinha desistido, não? Como sempre, um pequeno burnout pegou pegou. Então, decidi fazer o resto do projeto de uma vez. O capítulo de hoje tem mais de cinco mil palavras, espero que vocês gostem. E para quem não lembra do ultimo capítulo, retomamos da parte onde Nico e Percy estão conversando no safá da sala de estar.
Capítulo III, parte II
— Talvez você se arrependa de dizer isso. Pessoa mais chata do que eu não existe.
— Isso é o que todos dizem.
Depois disso, Nico não pôde se conter. Segurou nos cabelos de Percy e os puxou até que a boca dele estivesse sobre a sua, arfando e aberta, enlaçando suas línguas até que toda aquela história de dom e sub sumisse de suas mentes. Sentiu Percy segurando em seu pescoço e se afastou para ver o rosto dele banhado pela luz do fim da tarde, todo ansioso, os olhos fugindo dos seus.
Hm… será que era agora que a parte sexy acontecia?, Nico pensou, sorrindo e achando graça da própria piada. Mas quando viu que Percy começava a ficar impaciente e frustrado, voltou a ficar sério.
— Você tem certeza disso? Não é tarde para procurar um dom mais experiente.
— Não, eu quero… eu quero você.
Nico respirou fundo e se concentrou no que Percy queria dizer por trás daquilo. Ele começava a achar que Percy não dizia essas coisas porque era o que ele queria ouvir, e sim porque sentia ser o que Nico precisava escutar; e talvez, fosse, talvez fosse exatamente o que ele precisava saber para que tudo o que tinha acontecido antes ficasse no passado. Ou, pelo menos, para que ele tentasse mais uma vez.
— Tudo bem, serei seu dom. Com uma condição.
— Qual? — Percy levantou a cabeça e o encarou por um momento, voltando ser aquele mesmo sub tímido que ele havia conhecido.
— Você tem que me dizer quando eu fizer algo errado.
— Você nunca… dominou alguém?
— Não exatamente. — Quando viu que Percy parecia interessado, Nico continuou. — Tinha esse garoto no ensino médio, a gente estudava na mesma sala.
— Ele era um submisso? — Percy perguntou, todo animado.
Nico observou Percy levantar de onde se sentava e vir em sua direção. Ele se sentou no mesmo sofá que Nico estava, se virou de frente para Nico e apoiou as mãos nos joelhos de Nico, parecendo se esquecer de todo o resto.
Nico sorriu e continuou:
— Sim, criado e educado para ser o perfeito sub. Tudo o que ele fazia era para agradar alguém ou ganhar o favor de quem importava. Ele era pequeno, baixinho e bonito. O perfeito sub, sinceramente.
— O que aconteceu?
— O que sempre acontece quando digo a verdade.
— Oh. — Percy murmurou, parecendo decepcionado.
Nico quase se sentiu culpado por estar mentindo. Quer dizer, a história era verdadeira. Não era a primeira vez que ele dizia não saber dominar.
— Sim, no começo eu até tentei, mas…
— Mas?
— Bem, ele encontrou um dom que não era tão sensível quanto eu.
— Então, você é um dom. — Percy se inclinou na direção dele, todo contente.
— O quê?
— Foi o que você disse: ele encontrou um dom que não era tão sensível quanto eu.
Percy tinha pegado Nico nessa.
— Sim, acho que sou.
— Então, qual o problema?
— Não há nenhum problema. — Nenhum que eu queira compartilhar, Nico pensou, vendo o rosto de Percy murchar.
— Entendo.
— Você entende?
— Você não confia em mim. Por que você confiaria?
— Percy, isso não tem nada a v—
— Não precisa mentir, Nico. Sou grande o suficiente para saber quando não me querem. Acho que vo—
— Percy, me escute. — Nico falou calmamente, se levantando junto com Percy. Nico o segurou pelo ombro antes que Percy pudesse fugir e o puxou para perto, tocando nos cabelos da nuca dele. — Eu quero ficar com você. Não sei por que, mas eu quero.
— Você quer? — Percy se curvou todo e o encarou com olhos bem abertos, perguntando em um sussurro, como um garotinho perdido e com medo faria.
— Sim. — Nico confirmou. — E você está certo, não confio em você. Essas coisas levam tempo e se você quiser ficar comigo, é assim que vai ser.
— Quando você quiser e quando você estiver pronto. — Percy completou como se fosse óbvio.
Nico não quis dizer aquilo exatamente, mas agora que Percy tinha dito… fazia sentido; afinal, era ele quem estava no controle, não era? É o que dominadores fazem.
— Sim. — Confessou. — Quero que você tome um banho quente e me espere na cama, sim?
Percy acenou e deu um beijinho molhado no rosto de Nico, sorriu todo feliz e caminhou pela sala, desaparecendo pelas escadas que davam para o andar superior da casa.
***
Tudo bem, ele podia fazer isso.
Nico respirou fundo, subiu o resto das escadas e entrou no quarto, passando pela porta entreaberta. As persianas estavam fechadas e as luzes apagadas, somente o abajur iluminava o quarto. Deu mais alguns passos para dentro, se familiarizando com o cômodo, tentando convencer a si mesmo de que aquilo era o certo para eles. Percy estava ali, era claro que estava, estendido na cama, somente com a gaiola cobrindo seu corpo, vendo algo no celular e sorrindo para o que quer que fosse que lia. Seus cabelos molhados repousavam sobre o travesseiro e o resto do corpo ocupava grande parte do colchão, relaxado em seu lado da cama.
Vamos, Nico se obrigou a ir em frente. Ele podia fazer isso, um passo de cada vez. Sim, mais um passo e ele já conseguia ver os contornos do corpo de Percy nitidamente. Rosto angular, ombros largos, abdômen definido e o membro bem preso. Tudo em Percy gritava conforto, como se ele aceitasse quem era, nem menos e nem mais, sem qualquer inibição quando se tratava de sua forma. Nico deu mais um passo para a frente e Percy levantou a cabeça, o encarando por baixo de seus cílios, sorrindo. Nenhum deles se moveu até que Nico respirou fundo mais uma vez e se aproximou da cama, ainda sem coragem de iniciar nada.
Deuses! Por que era tão difícil? Quando achava que tudo era por diversão e que não passava de uma brincadeira de casinha, as coisas estavam ótimas, mas agora que via que a saúde mental e física de alguém dependia dos seus próximos passos… tudo o que Nico queria era fugir. Não que fosse inexperiente, mas ter essa responsabilidade toda… não lembrava de ser tão complicado. Talvez tivesse feito questão de esquecer.
Ainda assim, sem dizer nada, tirou a camisa e as calças, junto com todo o resto, e se deitou ao lado de Percy, parado feito uma estátua. Era isso o que devia fazer, certo? Se deitar perto dele? Será que devia…
— Você está pensando demais. — Percy disse em seu ouvido.
Nico nem tinha visto quando ele havia se aproximado, apenas sabia que agora estavam muito perto, a cabeça de Percy perto da sua, nariz contra nariz; ele deitado de lado enquanto Nico deitava de barriga para cima, lutando contra si mesmo. Só precisava relaxar.
— O que eu devo fazer?
— O que você quiser.
O que ele quisesse? Que tal fazer nada? Dormir. Sim, dormir era uma boa ideia. Mas Percy… ah, Percy o olhava de uma forma que era difícil descrever, de uma maneira que o fazia querer ser outra pessoa só para ter coragem de seguir em frente. Deveria? Provavelmente, não. Mas faria de qualquer jeito.
Um beijo? Parecia uma boa ideia.
Nico se Inclinou sobre Percy e encostou os lábios sobre os dele. Devagar. Cuidadoso. Lábios contra lábios, os roçando juntos. Esse era um bom começo, certo? Depois veio um arfar, e Nico se viu mordiscando levemente o lábio inferior de Percy, abrindo a boca, capturando sua língua nesse momento e chupando como não fazia há muito tempo. Sentiu mãos… mãos que seguravam em seus ombros, apenas as apoiando. Pernas… suas pernas se enfiando entre as dele, encontrando algo duro e metálico no meio do caminho, o fazendo lembrar com quem estava.
— Tudo bem? — Ele perguntou, apenas para ter certeza.
O rosto de Percy corava suavemente e seu peito se levantava ao respirar forte e Nico… talvez não fosse tão difícil assim. Já se sentia pronto para dar o que Percy queria.
Deixou que seu olhar caísse para o meio das pernas musculosas do outro e observou o volume ali. A imagem ainda tirava seu fôlego, ele parecia tão pequeno e estufado ali dentro… Nico queria se abaixar e ver se Percy se sentiria tão bem com sua boca quanto com suas mãos. Mas não… não naquele momento. Voltou sua atenção para o rosto de Percy e viu que ele o encarava com atenção. Com um pouco de temor? Ou era expectativa?
— Você tem lubrificante? — Perguntou, tentando ser objetivo.
— Eu… eu não preciso.
— Me desculpe? — Nico disse sem entender.
Percy o olhou discretamente, mas com um suave sorriso nos lábios. Ele levantou as mãos que seguravam na cabeceira da cama e tocou nas de Nico, levando uma delas para o meio de suas pernas, em direção à sua entrada.
— Você…?
— Eu queria estar preparado.
Então, quando finalmente deixou que seus dedos explorassem melhor o local, Nico viu que Percy… que Percy já estava molhado, seu interior macio e já dilatado.
— Tudo isso é pra mim?
— Sim, Nico. Eu quero ser um bom…
— Garoto? — Nico terminou por ele, tentando fazer uma piada. Mas, aparentemente, não era nada engraçado.
Percy se remexeu desconfortável e fechou os olhos bem forte, o rubor se intensificando em seu rosto, embora, ainda assim, Percy tenha concordado, acenando e tentando se esconder.
— Você é… — Ele gaguejou, engolindo em seco. — …você é um bom garoto, o melhor deles.
Deixou as palavras saírem e percebeu que eram verdadeiras. Nesses momentos, era como se Percy realmente se transformasse em um garotinho tímido e assustado, o fazendo querer protegê-lo e se afastar ao mesmo tempo, com medo de machucá-lo.
— Tudo bem? — Voltou a perguntar para ter certeza de que seus toques eram bem-vindos.
Percy acenou, o encarando por trás de seus longos cílios e, só depois disso, Nico voltou a se mover, afundou seus dedos um pouco mais adentro do corpo de Percy e adicionou mais um até que Percy gemeu baixinho, quase com medo de fazer barulho, um ruído entrecortado escapando por seus lábios.
— Aqui?
— De novo, por favor.
Foi tudo o que precisou para inserir o quarto. Ele os pressionou contra as paredes do interior de Percy, que praticamente se curvou para fora da cama, jogando a cabeça para trás.
Nico achava que era agora ou nunca.
Ele segurou no próprio membro, só agora notando como doía, e se guiou para dentro, se deixando relaxar pela primeira vez desde que havia chegado naquele lugar.
***
E pensar que alguém algum dia vai entender o caos que dança dentro de mim ao som da minha melancolia, Percy pensou ao observar Nico, seu dom, só dele, tentando tanto ser o dominador perfeito.
Isso era algo que não tinha passado por sua cabeça, não de verdade. Um dom? Apenas dele? Um que Percy não tinha que dividir com ninguém e que prestava atenção só nele, como nenhum outro fez ou teve o interesse de fazer? A ideia parecia até fantasiosa.
Percy sabia que deveria prestar atenção em como Nico tentava lhe dar prazer e na forma que ele era todo cuidadoso, como se Percy fosse quebrar com o menor movimento brusco. Mas, isso, pele na pele e suor e beijos, tudo isso ficava em segundo plano; nunca pensou que falaria algo assim. Quando é que o sexo ficaria em segundo lugar? Não na vida dele, não quando o escape para todos os problemas sempre tinha sido esse. No fim, parecia que ele estava colocando seus esforços no lugar errado e quem sabe, na pessoa errada também. Só o fato de Nico estar ali, entre suas pernas, tentando fazer algo que não tinha certeza só para fazê-lo feliz… era a melhor das sensações. Não era exatamente como as mãos de Nico o tocavam ou como elas o elevavam um pouquinho mais a cada toque, era… era o propósito por trás de tudo aquilo, de todo o esforço, cuidado e afeto.
— Percy… — Ele escutou a voz sussurrada de Nico e estremeceu quando sentiu a cabeça grande roçar contra sua entrada. Não era exatamente a maior coisa que já tinha sentido e tampouco era pequena, era só… perfeito. Nico fez um pouco de pressão, segurou forte em sua cintura e se empurrou para dentro com um grunhido entrecortado.
De fato, fazia muito tempo. Tempo demais, a julgar pelo encaixe apertado e a dificuldade com que Nico avançava. Percy não se reprimiu, segurou nos travesseiros e gemeu, se empinando todo, sem se importar com nada, provavelmente dando um espetáculo e tanto.
Ele nem sabia por que gostava tanto daquilo. Tinha a certeza de que não iria gozar até o fim da noite, entretanto a sensação de sentir Nico dentro dele… era outra coisa… se sentia preenchido, completo e quente… tão quente e tão gostoso… Também, não era apenas sobre o prazer; ele gostava de olhar para Nico e ver o que seu dom faria em seguida.
Uma coisa era certa, Nico não era como os outros dominadores que havia encontrado. Parecia algo tão natural nele que às vezes encantava a Percy, e o surpreendia também… e Nico nem percebia; era como ele vivia dando ordens ou contrariando a vontade de outras pessoas só porque achava que era o certo a se fazer.
Também faltava nele aquela arrogância egoísta tão característica de pessoas que detinham o poder, ou até a ganância que sempre pareceu estar impregnada em outros dominadores. Percy não saberia explicar direito, era uma ausência de tantas coisas que pensava fazer parte dos dominadores, algo que fazia sua cabeça girar, muito mais do que qualquer sexo poderia. Embora… embora não pudesse negar, quando Nico o tocava assim, ia aos céus e nem precisava que o toque fosse sexual, só precisava que fosse... real. Como… como agora! Ele o apertava tão forte e ia tão rápido…
— Bebê, você está perto? Eu… eu não vou aguentar.
Nico… Nico tinha o chamado de… bebê? Deuses.
Percy prendeu o ar quando Nico… ah! Quando ele segurou em sua cintura e foi aquele centímetro mais fundo. Ele o levantou um pouco para cima e se afundou dentro dele de uma maneira que o fez fechar os olhos e gemer, só gemer, tão gostoso e tão naquele lugarzinho que ninguém se preocupou em procurar, que Percy curvou a coluna, sentindo seu corpo querer chegar ao clímax, sempre querendo chegar lá e nunca conseguindo, nunca!
Doía… ah! Doía tão gostoso… gemeu novamente e prendeu as pernas em volta de Nico, abrindo os olhos para ver o momento mágico em que Nico apenas… parou, pulsando e arfando e grunhindo, alcançando partes que raramente eram alcançadas dentro dele, pulsando e pulsando até Percy se sentir mais quente ainda, uma sensação engraçada por dentro, fazendo tudo ficar mais… deslizante, seu membro engaiolado parecendo querer explodir para fora do metal, o fazendo doer e arfar mais forte e mais rápido ainda.
Oh, seu Dom estava gozando! Ele fez Nico gozar? Ele mesmo? Percy Jackson? Que já fora chamado de imprestável e coisas piores? Ele sorriu para seu Dom e o viu bambear, quase caindo para frente, respirando rápido, o olhar frenético analisando Percy feito um radar e o tocando por todos os lados; a cintura com suas marcas de dedos, o abdômen, os braços, pescoço e até seu rosto. Então, Nico disse:
— Eu te machuquei? Algo dói? Eu… eu não devia… e você?
Percy queria rir, queria gargalhar de felicidade, o que provavelmente não soaria bem. Nada doía, era exatamente o contrário, estaria gozando sem nem ser tocado se não estivesse com a gaiola, mas, então, perderia esse momento magnífico, observando Nico beijar sua mão e depois seu braço, subindo pelo ombro até chegar à sua boca, suave e delicado.
— Eu vou te recompensar, prometo.
Será que deveria dizer que não precisava? Que ver o prazer dele já lhe dava toda a recompensa que precisava? Mas… queria ver até onde Nico iria, por isso, acenou que sim e o viu deslizar para fora dele, olhando pelo quarto como se procurasse algo.
— Você tem alguma coisa por aqui?
— Como o quê? — Percy perguntou, curioso.
— Um vibrador?
Percy abriu um sorriso para ele e indicou o guarda-roupas.
— No lado direito, no fundo dele.
— Ah. — Nico disse e andou até o guarda-roupas, abrindo-o e enfiando a cabeça lá dentro.
Nico voltou com um vibrador à base de pilha e lubrificante.
Nico realmente ia fazer isso? Os dominadores que ele conhecia nem se dariam ao trabalho de perguntar se ele estava bem, quanto mais… ah! Percy gemeu, sinceramente surpreso, quando Nico lubrificou o brinquedo e, já com ele ligado, inseriu devagar. Ohhh… tinha se esquecido da sensação.
— É bom? — Nico perguntou, não esperando uma resposta. — Talvez eu experimente mais tarde.
Ele? Experimentar? Isso queria dizer…? Ah! Percy gemeu de novo ao sentir que Nico levava o brinquedo um pouco mais a fundo, alcançando sua próstata.
— Aqui?
Percy acenou, com vontade de se cobrir. Por que ele tinha que ser tão cuidadoso… tão… tão detalhista? O pior era ver Nico olhando para ele, analisando cada ação sua. Ninguém nunca tinha prestado tanta atenção antes.
Sim, ele sabia. Estava se repetindo, mas… ah!… Dessa vez, até Percy escutou seu guincho; Nico continuava pressionando o vibrador bem naquele lugarzinho, fazendo mais força e movendo o brinquedo de uma forma tão…
— Bom? — Nico completou por ele. Mas Percy não conseguia falar, só conseguia olhar para Nico e arfar feito uma cadela no cio.
Percy queria gozar e queria que Nico terminasse com aquela tortura na mesma intensidade que queria que continuar e não parar até que doesse, até que não conseguisse mais, até que… Ah! Estava sentindo… estava! Era aquela sensação que vinha da parte de baixo de sua coluna e subia lentamente, tão lentamente e que navegava… navegava… então, arfou, como se estivesse com falta de ar enquanto ambos, ele e Nico, viam seu membro todo preso se contrair dentro da gaiola de metal até que… até que… hmmm, sim! Estava ejaculando! Nunca um orgasmo completo, uma sensação familiar e alienígena ao mesmo tempo, até que o líquido que saía pela fresta da cinta de castidade diminuísse de intensidade e só restassem algumas gotas pingando, escorrendo pela gaiola e chegando às suas coxas.
— Isso foi lindo. — Nico comentou, como se observasse uma obra de arte. — Tão bonito, bebê.
Ali estava seu problema. Percy sentiu o elogio ir direto para seu membro eternamente excitado e subir para suas bochechas enquanto era novamente rodeado pelos braços fortes e seguros de seu Dom, ainda se sentindo tão excitado que doía, numa tortura eterna que estava destinado a sofrer.
***
— Vamos, fale comigo. — Nico sussurrou contra seus lábios, os lambendo lentamente e enfiando a língua dentro da boca de Percy.
Percy se sentiu estremecer e gemeu, o abraçando apertado pelo pescoço, devolvendo o beijo, seu ar fugindo de seu corpo quando as mãos de Nico desceram por suas costas, tocando no lugar onde o vibrador tinha estado momentos antes.
— Tão molhado e tão aberto. Eu fiz um belo estrago. Você quer mais ou quer que eu pare? Hm?
— Eu… ah! — Percy arfou quando os dedos de Nico voltaram a penetrá-lo, rápidos e profundos, se curvando dentro dele. Doía… doía tanto… mas ele gostava, queria mais. Entretanto, se sentia sem forças, feito uma boneca de pano, e a única coisa que pôde fazer foi rebolar naqueles dedos, os sentindo ir um pouco mais fundo, alcançando onde mais precisava.
— Aqui? — Nico perguntou, os lábios contra seu lóbulo e a voz baixinha e rouca mexendo com algo dentro ele. — Você quer mais? É, eu acho que quer.
Foi quando Percy desistiu de qualquer palavra que pudesse se formar em seus lábios. Nico o puxou para mais perto, o fazendo sentar em seu colo e colocou uma de suas mãos entre seus corpos, enquanto a outra dava espaço para a cabeça gorda do membro de Nico entrar mais uma vez dentro dele.
Percy não conseguia explicar, parecia maior do que antes; mais largo e mais longo, roçando na entrada apertada e deslizando por suas paredes em movimentos lentos de vai e vem até estar completamente dentro dele, encontrando o ponto certo.
— Tudo bem? — Nico disse quando Percy não disse nada além de gemer, curvado sobre ele, as unhas fincadas nas costas de Nico. — Devo parar?
Não, Percy desejava que Nico nunca parasse. Ele abriu a boca, tentando dizer que não, que esse era um dos melhores momentos de sua vida. Mas quando só um arfar saiu, decidiu que era melhor mostrar. Tentou levantar o quadril e se mover, mas estava tão mole que só conseguiu se balançar em cima de Nico.
— Acho que isso é um não. — Nico riu baixinho contra seu pescoço e voltou a segurar em sua cintura ao mesmo tempo que pegava nos cabelos de Percy, forçando Percy a encará-lo, os olhos negros buscando os seus por permissão. O que era muito interessante, quase contraditório pelo fato dele ter todo o controle. — Eu preciso que você toque no meu pescoço ou me peça para parar se for muito. Tudo bem?
Percy acenou. Ou foi o que tentou. Sinceramente, se sentia perdendo a noção do que acontecia ao redor dele.
Em um momento Percy estava no colo de Nico, sentindo o membro se mover em seu interior e no outro estava deitado de costas na cama. Suas pernas estavam abertas e para cima, sobre os ombros de Nico enquanto ele o fodia com tanta força que Percy começava a ver tudo embaralhado, o mundo girando e o prazer voltando a subir por seus nervos feito um foguete fumegante.
— Ah, aqui está meu bebê. — Ouviu a voz de Nico, tão arfada quanto a sua, as mãos voltando a se fincar nos cabelos de Percy.
Nico parou dentro dele durante um momento, longo o suficiente para o beijar, e voltou a se mover, rápido e forte, abrindo as pernas de Percy um pouco mais e o fazendo se curvar, praticamente o dobrando no meio.
— N-nico. — Percy murmurou incerto, tentando entender o que acontecia, arfando e gemendo, se sentindo tão livre e tão seguro como nunca tinha se sentido antes.
— O que meu bebê precisa?
Ele… ele não sabia. Só sabia que Nico continuava se movendo dentro dele sem pausa e forte, e que não conseguia desviar o olhar, do sorriso sacana e do jeito que Nico continuava o fodendo, puxando sua cabeça para trás e fincando os dedos em sua pele, principalmente pelo jeito que Nico parecia nunca se cansar ou perder o ritmo. Percy não queria, mas começou a se mexer, estremendo dos pés à cabeça. Sentia algo subindo por sua espinha, seus dedos do pé se curvando, ele… ele se contraiu todo e Nico se afundou mais forte, o prensando contra a cama.
Percy não conseguia, ele não conseguia mais. Segurou Nico firme pelo pescoço e gritou, gritou tão forte e tão alto que quase não ouviu o grunhido dele ou sentiu aquelas últimas estocadas que o permitiram relaxar e finalmente deixar que o alívio o cercasse, trazendo o orgasmo mais intenso de sua vida, com gaiola ou sem.
— Shhh… tudo bem. Estou aqui.
Abraçou Nico bem forte e fechou os olhos, ainda estremecendo, sabendo que ele o limpava e tentava consolá-lo. Percy apenas entendia que precisava daqueles braços ao seu redor e daquele calor, não o deixando se afastar até quando não pudesse mais.
— Bom garoto. — Ouviu Nico dizer, sussurrando bem baixinho, como um segredo que somente Percy merecesse escutar.
***
— Como você se sente? — Nico perguntou.
Percy fez uma análise rápida e percebeu que se sentia muito bem. Um pouco dolorido e cansado, ainda todo aberto, mas muito satisfeito. Quer dizer, não diria não se Nico estivesse no clima para mais. Em alguns minutos.
— Bem. — Foi tudo o que disse, mantendo o rosto neutro. Não queria que Nico soubesse que tinha gostado tanto, que era uma das melhores transas de sua vida. Não estava pronto para dar todo esse poder para ele.
Ainda.
— Então, é assim? Estamos voltando para esse jogo de palavras? Tudo bem? De 1 a 10, qual seu nível de satisfação?
— Seis. — Percy disse prendendo a risada.
— Seu mentiroso! Eu te fiz gozar no mínimo duas vezes. Isso seria no mínimo um sete, talvez um oito.
— Acho que não.
Percy ouviu um arfar e olhou para trás. Nico o segurava pela cintura, deitado colado às suas costas, falando contra seu pescoço, a outra mão no abdômen de Percy, o mantendo junto a ele, ambos ainda com a cabeça dividindo o mesmo travesseiro.
— Assim você me magoa.
Foi quando ele agarrou os cabelos de Percy e inclinou sua cabeça para trás, o fazendo gemer.
— É triste, mas teremos que dar um jeito nisso, hm?
— Nico…
Percy admitia, gemeu surpreso e um pouco animado demais. Sentiu as mãos de Nico indo para baixo e se afundando novamente em sua entrada. Deveria doer, deveria dizer para ele parar, que pessoas normais não tinham tanto tesão, mas suas reclamações ficaram para trás quando Nico apenas se empurrou para dentro dele, o fazendo choramingar, se movendo contra seu Dom para senti-lo melhor tocando todas as partes certas.
— Hm, bebê, tão gostoso… eu não sei o que você tem que me faz te querer tanto. Eu não consigo explicar… hm… você quer que eu pare?
Percy gemeu e se esfregou em nele, perdendo o ar ao sentir a mão de Nico tocar em seu membro preso. Não entendia por que aquilo o excitava tanto. Podia sentir o calor irradiando e parecendo se transferir atrás da gaiola e podia sentir a forma que Nico o segurava forte, o dominando e controlando com um gesto simples.
— Você gosta quando eu toco aqui? Você pareceu tão torturado naquele dia… o estranho é que eu queria te torturar mais ainda e ver até onde você aguentaria… mas esse não é o comportamento adequado para casais que não estão juntos oficialmente, sabe? Eu realmente queria…
Então, Nico o segurou mais forte e tocou em seus testículos, os agarrando com força enquanto com a outra mão o abraçava pelo ombro e, por um momento, Percy se sentiu preso, verdadeiramente preso, mas tão leve que deixou toda a pretensão de lado. Deixou que Nico se encostasse sobre ele e o prensasse contra a cama, deixou que Nico abrisse suas pernas, os levantando para cima, e se deixou gemer contra o travesseiro, sentindo Nico o foder mais uma vez rápido e forte e com tanta vontade que lágrimas vieram a seus olhos e sua mente se perdeu em sensações até que ele se encontrou gemendo longamente, Nico inserido tão fundo dentro dele que nem deus poderia os separar.
***
— Agora é sério, precisamos levantar.
— Ni-cooooo!
— Vamos, bebê. Venha tomar um banho.
— Por quê? Eu não quero.
— Percy.
O-ou… ele nunca tinha ouvido aquele tom de voz vir de Nico, mas sabia que não era nada bom. Abriu os olhos e encontrou Nico sentado na cama, pelado e com os cabelos bagunçados para todos os lados. Os olhos negros o fitavam com irritação, fome e impaciência.
— Se você não se levantar dessa cama, vai se arrepender.
— É, o que você vai fazer comigo? Me dar uma surra? Papai vai ficar bravo?
— Se você quiser, a gente pode entrar em um acordo. Aposto que é isso que você quer, me fazer perder o controle e dar o que você merece.
— O que eu mereço?
Nico sorriu para ele e estendeu as mãos, esperando.
— Se você não se levantar em cinco segundos, vai descobrir.
Certo. Percy acenou. Ele estava pronto para isso? Provavelmente, não. Parecia muito cedo para que as punições começassem. Gemendo, se moveu devagar e engatinhou para fora da cama; Nico o segurou quando suas pernas quase cederam.
— Fiz um estrago, hm? É sua culpa, se você não fosse tão lindo e cheiroso e gostoso… — Nico sussurrou contra seu ouvido e fez suas pernas tremerem mais ainda.
— Eu sou lindo?
Era a primeira vez que alguém dizia isso para ele. Já o chamaram de bonito, gostoso, apertado, muito alto, e até de vadia, mas lindo… era algo novo.
— Você não se olha no espelho? Você é uma das pessoas mais bonitas que eu já vi.
— Então, você não deve conhecer muita gente. E existe uma diferença entre bonito e lindo.
— É, você é os dois e é muito mais. Agora, pro banheiro.
A passos lentos, deixou que Nico o guiasse para o banheiro, encontrando a banheira já cheia de água com sais de rosas. Nem podia se lembrar da última vez que tinha usado uma.
— Você vai me dar banho? — Ele perguntou, divertido. — Depois vai passar talquinho?
— Se você quiser, eu posso. Nada melhor que um bom tratamento depois de uma cena.
— Sabe, você me enganou… para quem disse que não era um dom…
— Talvez… eu possa ter mentido. Mas se você está reclamando, eu devo ter pegado muito leve com você. O que você acha de uma mudança de tática? Eu posso fazer isso. Quem sabe assim você se comporta.
Nico sorriu para ele e Percy parou um momento, considerando o que Nico falava. Nico parecia falar sério, mas não parecia tão empenhado em concretizar suas palavras. Eles estavam… flertando? Oh… engraçado. Talvez Percy quisesse que ele pegasse mais pesado, entretanto, não seria ele quem diria isso. Se Nico não entendia isso, Nico não merecia saber.
Com isso em mente, deu um passo para frente, se segurou na beirada da banheira e entrou nela. Nico, é claro, estava bem atrás. Ele segurou na cintura de Percy e o levantou levemente, o ajudando a sentar e apoiou sua cabeça no apoio indicado.
— Agora, hm… shampoo? Shampoo.
Relaxou contra o assento, quase fechando os olhos, e observou Nico, tentando não rir da cara dele. Era uma coisa engraçada de se presenciar, algo que não se via todo dia. Nico andava de um lado para o outro dentro do banheiro, abria armários, fechava portas e compartimentos, e juntava as coisas que julgava serem necessárias. Quando voltou para perto dele, Percy não aguentou; por algum motivo, achava aquilo tão engraçado que seu corpo começou a tremer, ficando sem ar de tantas gargalhadas.
— Bebê, respire. — Nico disse a ele, segurando em seu pescoço, e Percy obedeceu.
Ele abriu bem os olhos e deu uma longa inspirada, deixando o ar sair em seguida, sem conseguir evitar as risadas que insistiam em fugir de seus lábios.
— Muito bom. Bom garoto. — Nico disse e sorriu, massageando os cabelos de Percy. Beijou os lábios dele em um dos toques mais doces que Percy já tinha recebido e mostrou o shampoo, ainda segurando em sua cabeça. — Agora, devagar. Você está em sub-drop.
— É mais parecido com sub-high. — Ele murmurou, porque era a verdade. Estava em êxtase, verdadeiramente flutuando nas nuvens, tão maravilhado que o mundo parecia estar mais colorido.
— Então, fique comigo. Não vá muito longe.
— Sim, Dom.
Ele resistiu à tentação de fechar os olhos mais uma vez e viu o exato momento em que Nico parou de se mover e o encarou sério, sinceramente sério, pela primeira vez desde que tinham se conhecido. Sabia que ele queria dizer alguma coisa, e que provavelmente era algo importante, mas não achava que estava preparado, nenhum dos dois estava. Por isso fechou os olhos, se forçou a respirar fundo e relaxou, sabendo que não estava com a cabeça no lugar certo para tomar uma decisão tão séria. Depois de alguns momentos, tudo pareceu ficar mais leve e ter menos importância, engavetado para depois. Sentiu as mãos de Nico voltarem a tocar em seus cabelos, o massageando suavemente, logo em seguida sendo enxaguados cuidadosamente pelo jato de água da mangueira que Nico segurava.
— Você sabe que pode falar de qualquer coisa comigo, não sabe? — Nico murmurou baixinho, atrás dele do lado de fora da banheira, ainda massageando seus cabelos. — Essa coisa entre a gente é nova, mas não significa que eu não vá te ouvir. Eu sempre irei.
Percy não sabia por que aquilo o afetava tanto, eram apenas palavras ditas da boca para fora na tentativa de consolá-lo. Mas elas o afetavam. Ele fechou os olhos com força e prendeu a respiração até que a vontade de chorar passasse. E ela só passou quando sentiu as mãos de Nico em seus ombros, os massageando e o puxando para perto, Nico o envolvendo em seu abraço e em seus lábios.
— Está tudo bem. Eu estou aqui. Estou aqui.
Percy sentiu o ar ser sugado para longe e se segurou nos braços de Nico, os agarrando bem forte. Se ele soubesse que o problema era exatamente esse… se ele soubesse… Percy podia ver um futuro onde ele e Nico ofereciam o que o outro precisava. Uma casa, companhia e todo o companheirismo que poderia querer no mundo. Mas sabia que isso não duraria, nada durava. E daí se Nico estava o segurando ainda mais forte e agarrava seu rosto, o beijando como ninguém nunca tinha beijado? E daí se Nico cuidava dele do jeito que ninguém tinha cuidado antes? Nada disso importava, não importava, porque, no fim, não era real. Nada daquilo era.
Mas o fato digno de se observar era que Nico continuava tentando.
Nico o segurou pela cintura, se encaixou atrás dele e entrou na banheira junto com ele, o abraçando bem forte pelo meio das costas. Beijou seu pescoço e o manteve junto a si, acariciando sua pele sem nenhuma pretensão sexual. Por algum motivo, isso fez Percy se sentir melhor, como se fosse amado e mais uma vez estivesse no lugar mais seguro do mundo.
Hi, how are you? Sorry for the delay! I was watching ABO Desire. I'm obsessed. Really. I never thought I'd watch an ABO series, but here we are, in this glorious moment. For those who enjoy it, it's worth it. Now, on with today's chapter! There won't be any smut in this chapter, but it serves to advance the plot. I hope you enjoy it!
Chapter III
“Nico! So glad you could make it.” Roberta opened the door, welcoming him with a smile so bright it seemed to light up the hallway. “And you brought our dear Perseus.”
“Shouldn't I?” He entered, his hand resting on Percy's back to guide him inside, although he knew he should have brought Percy's leash. Nico nodded briefly to Roberta and closed the heavy wooden door behind him.
“Not for what we’re going to talk about today.”
“So...”
“Don't worry.” Roberta invited him closer with a gesture and led them away from the entrance to where the same table as last time was located. Karla came practically running, intercepting the pair and interlacing her hand with Percy’s, dragging him to a more private corner of the room.
“Oh, Percy, dear. How are we doing today?” Karla held onto Percy's arm, and he made a serious face, struggling to maintain a stoic expression and suppress the smile that insisted on appearing. The effort was so visible that even Nico noticed the playful expression on both their faces.
“Good.”
“I’m so happy for you.”
Percy nodded, the excitement winning over the rigid posture, and leaned toward Karla, whispering something in her ear that Nico couldn't hear from that distance.
“No way!” Karla exclaimed, holding Percy by the shoulders.
“Hmmhmm,” he hummed, his chest puffed out with pride. “He...”
That was when Karla and Percy moved to the back of the room, going to the opposite side, and sank into a sofa against the wall, isolated in their own bubble.
“Seems like things are going well,” Roberta said again, appearing just as entertained by the scene as Nico.
“Yes, they are.”
“And how was the first night?”
“Normal, I guess?”
“You guess?”
“Yeah. Percy asked me to put the chastity belt on him, then we went to bed, and in the morning, we had breakfast together.”
Roberta covered her face with her hand and let out a long sigh; she walked to the solid oak table near the door and slumped into the chair.
“You have a lot to learn, Di Angelo.”
“Learn? And what would that be?”
“I feel sorry for Percy. When he finally finds someone decent...”
“What do you mean by that?”
“How could I explain...?” Roberta pulled one of the folders on the table and began leafing through it, the sound of paper being the only thing heard until she stopped at a specific page. “See this here? This is the questionnaire Percy answered when he arrived here two years ago.”
“What? Two years?”
“Calm down. We aren't a prison. He stays here a week at a time, sometimes less; it depends on whether Percy finds a suitable Dom. He usually returns every three months, but he isn't always interested in someone.”
“I don't think I understand.”
“Things work differently for submissives here. They receive dossiers and photos of available dominators and choose if they are willing to submit. None of them are forced to come or to accept a dominant. This is a shielded, safe, and controlled environment, if that is their will.”
“Controlled?”
“Yes. In every house, there are cameras, even in the bathroom. These images are confidential and will only be accessed in case of a report of psychological or physical abuse. Did you not read the documents we sent last month?”
Well... maybe Nico had chosen to ignore the problem until it knocked on his door. Literally.
“Is there anything else I should know?”
“There is a lot you should already know,” she retorted, rolling her eyes. “First, the house rules. We do not admit any type of abuse or non-consensuality.”
“Is that all?”
“What did you expect? Curfew and homework? I'm not your mother, and it is your duty to be a responsible citizen. Speaking of which, where is Percy's leash?”
“Some... where.”
“Nico! He cannot walk around without one. While he is under your guardianship, Percy must wear it.”
“Why?”
“Why? Because the collar and leash identify that he is a committed submissive. Inside here it might not make a difference, but in the real world, it does. Not everyone is as ethical as we are.”
“I never realized that.”
Nico looked away and lied, lied right to her face. He knew exactly what a collar meant; he just didn't like seeing Percy wearing a mark of ownership given by another dominator.
“...what planet do you live on? That must be why you reached this age without a submissive.”
“What do you mean by that?” This time, he stood up, tired of this ridiculous conversation.
“You can deny it all you want. You are a dominator, and only a submissive will satisfy you. So why don't you sit down and listen to what I have to say?”
He sat down grudgingly and turned his face away, biting his tongue not to say what he thought about that. He saw Percy looking at him with a frightened expression, his green eyes staring at him, asking without saying a single word if everything was okay. Nico forced a reassuring smile and nodded, watching him turn his attention back to Karla.
“Fine. Tell me what is so important.”
“Could you do me the favor of reading Percy's profile? It will tell you much more than I could.”
With an exasperated sigh, Nico took the folder from her hands, tempted to throw the papers in the air. Giving in, he turned the first page, scanning the text.
Right at the beginning, there was a photo of a smiling Percy accompanying his full name, address, nationality, and profession. It seemed they lived near each other, Percy in the upscale part of the neighborhood, while Nico still lived in student housing. They worked nearby too: him bagging groceries at the market, Percy at a multinational investment firm.
“Are you sure he and I are compatible?”
“Only you can decide that.”
Nico shrugged and continued reading, his eyes widening as he reached Percy's résumé. There were all the achievements Percy had ever had in life; from school and professional swimming trophies to undergraduate and graduate degrees in economics and physical education. He scanned the titles quickly until he froze on a name: Berkeley. Was this serious? Why would someone as qualified as Percy need a place like this?
He continued reading and reached the section about the dominators Percy had already had at the institution. There were seven. Now eight, counting him. The list contained only names, without additional details.
“Seven?” he asked, his voice betraying his shock. “What is wrong with these people?”
“They weren't suitable,” Roberta replied, for the first time assuming a neutral, professional expression. “Not all were bad, but none were right. We take care of our submissives as if they were family, and if one of them needs help, it won't be late in arriving.”
Was that a threat? Oh, if she only knew that a snap of his fingers would be enough to end it all. But of course, Nico wouldn't do that; he would never give Hades that satisfaction.
“Which one was it?” he said instead, without needing to ask directly. Roberta seemed to have understood. One of these people had abused Percy; whether it was physically or psychologically, he would never know.
“Confidential.” That was all she said.
Nico sighed and continued his reading, reaching Percy's preferences.
Wow! He was a "certified" dominator and had no idea what half of that meant. Or rather, he made a point to forget. One part he still remembered, the other he could only guess. Others, he hoped never to find out.
“Shibari? 24/7? I don't even know what Abrasion means! And...” He read further down and murmured, incredulously: “Ageplay?”
He lifted his head and found a smug smile on Roberta's face.
“Don't you think this is too much?”
“That isn't up to me, and no one is forcing you to do anything. They are just... possibilities.”
“Ageplay? Is this serious?”
“Do you need me to draw you a picture?”
“What would that consist of, exactly?” He said, just to keep up his disguise.
“It depends. The basics are acting and being cared for like a baby. Calling Percy ‘baby’ would already work. Why don't you try it next time?”
“I don't think I can.” Or rather, he didn't think he wanted to.
“As I said, you have a lot to learn.” Roberta drummed her fingers on the table, seeming to come to a conclusion.
She opened a drawer under the table and handed him some loose sheets, along with a thick hardcover book, heavy as a brick.
“I want you to take this; it's the same questionnaire Percy answered. This book will also help. Don't forget to read the whole document. We made some notes on Percy's profile; he has had a great evolution since he arrived here.”
“What was he like before?”
“Vulnerable, almost skittish. At least, regarding his sexuality,” Roberta said as she stood up. “I hope that doesn't happen again.”
That was what he hoped too.
“Tomorrow we start our sessions.”
Hadn't they already started?
With a nod from Roberta, Karla brought Percy over, and they both left the office holding hands. Nico just hoped he wasn't making a mistake.
Nico spent the rest of the day thinking about what Roberta had said. Not exactly what was spoken, but what she left unsaid. Alright, apparently, he was irresponsible and didn't deserve the title of Dom; and that was more than clear, he admitted it. The reason was simple: he never wanted to be a dominator, much less a submissive. What was the problem with being neither, with being different? Was it such a grave crime to want to be just himself? Well, that didn't matter. He had made a commitment to Percy and would see it through to the end.
And speaking of Percy, he had also spent the afternoon busy. By all indications, Percy Jackson really was a successful businessman, CEO of his own company, especially given the way he spoke on the phone and typed on the state-of-the-art notebook, thinner and lighter than a pen. The change was visible: the shy and insecure submissive gave way to someone who sat on the sofa with his back straight, modern-framed glasses fitting perfectly on his angular face, and an expression so serious and decided that Nico would have thought it was another person. That is, if Percy weren't in just his underwear in the middle of the living room.
“Do you want to eat?” Nico asked, watching Percy close the computer and take off his glasses, stretching out on the sofa until practically invading his space.
“No,” Percy denied.
He looked at Nico out of the corner of his eye and put the computer on the coffee table. Then, turning toward Nico, he dropped all pretense of feigning stretching. Percy lay down on the sofa and settled his head on Nico's thighs, watching him from below.
“Enjoying the reading?” Percy asked, relaxing against his lap.
Nico stared at the book in his hands and grimaced. Up to that moment, he had read three chapters of a text that seemed to have come out of the Dark Ages, doubting if he had absorbed anything. Everything very nostalgic, but in a horrible way. The positive side was that they seemed to have updated the ideology; now they just needed to change the mechanics of the act. If he were truly a novice, the summary would be: handcuffs blah blah blah, chains blah blah blah. What he still didn't understand was how a submissive could like submitting to another person, accepting surrendering themselves in that way and being abused. None of it made sense, and he understood nothing.
“Actually, no. Why don't you help me?”
“What do you want to know?” Percy asked, and for the first time, the uncertainty disappeared from his voice. He sounded like an ordinary person, someone Nico would pass on the street without ever suspecting he was a submissive or a dominator. Just a completely normal person.
“What does being a submissive mean to you?”
“Being a submissive means submitt--”
“I asked what it means to you. What makes you want to be one?”
“No one has ever asked me that before,” Percy murmured, his voice low, closing his eyes.
Nico felt a sudden urge to touch him, so that's what he did. He put the book aside and caressed Percy's dark hair, combing the strands slowly and massaging his scalp, while listening to him sigh and smile, all content.
“It means this. With you. Right here.”
“This what?”
“This moment.”
“You'll have to be more specific.”
“It's feeling that the weight of the world isn't in my hands. It's having someone who will hold me if necessary. It's knowing that the house won't be empty when I get home from work, that my bed won't be cold.”
“Is that all? Couldn't you have that being a Dom or with a 'normal' person?”
“No, you don't understand.” Percy opened his sea-green eyes, intense, and stared at him with anxiety. “When we are together, I feel safe. It's my little paradise. I don't need to make decisions or fear the consequences, because I know that if I fall, you'll catch me, you'll protect me and take care of me. That is the duty of a submissive: to trust their Dom and give themselves, surrendering everything they can, everything they have. And in return, receive everything back in the form of care and attention.”
“Is that it, then?” Nico insisted, still skeptical. He didn't see how all that could be possible. And how did Percy already trust him if not even forty-eight hours had passed since they met? “And the sexual part?”
“I like that too.” Percy flashed a beautiful, sincere smile, revealing dimples and white teeth, the joy reaching his eyes.
“Yes?” Nico pressed, interested in the elaboration.
“In the beginning, I just wanted to get out of my head a little, you know? Be someone different for a few hours. Then...”
“Then?”
“I started to like it, to experiment. That's why my list of preferences is so long. I just want... to feel something different.”
“Even if it hurts?”
“Especially when it hurts.” This time, Percy opened his eyes and didn't look away, trying to say something Nico refused to understand.
“Why? Why would you want that?”
“The problem isn't the pain, it's how you see it.”
“I don't think I understand...”
“We think of pain as punishment, but what if... what if it's just a way to experience intense sensations... an escape valve for tension? It only hurts you if you allow it to hurt.”
Well, if he looked at things that way, it didn't seem so bad, although Nico still wasn't willing to feel pain for such a... meaningless reason.
“I still don't understand why you would let someone use you that way.”
“Nico, I'm not being used. That would be true if I didn't give permission. But that's not the case.”
“And if someone tied you up and did things you didn't want? What would happen?”
“That has already happened. It wasn't completely consensual, but I liked it.”
Nico blinked for a moment, freezing his fingers in Percy's hair while his brain tried to process the information.
Did Percy mean he had been r*ped?
“Don't look at me with that face. The guy ended up getting carried away. He apologized and everything. I broke up with him, of course, and decided to seek professional help here. Things have worked much better since then.”
“But... how can you like that?”
“I like it, period.” Percy shrugged and turned his face, his profile tense and serious. “If you can't understand...”
“No, I can't understand,” Nico admitted when the silence weighed between them. “But I accept it. I'm trying to comprehend what leads a person to follow this path. This is a lifestyle, isn't it?”
“Yes, it's not just about sex. It's about companionship and meeting the other's needs. It's about... hierarchy.”
“Hierarchy?” The word left a bitter taste in Nico's mouth. It echoed like a ghost from his past.
“Yes. Outside of a scene, we can be equals; no one is above anyone. But there is a certain order. Dominators tend to want to maintain order, submissives like to follow them. It's part of the dynamic.”
“Dynamic?” Another word he hated.
“It's more of an instinct. It's how we act.”
“And what would that be like?”
“Don't you realize? The way you act around me? How you held my face on the first day? How you looked at me and said you wanted me, like... like you were in charge, and just one order from you was enough for me to belong to you?”
“I did that, did I?”
“Hm...” Percy murmured, serious, but with a needy tone in his voice. “Don't you realize you already do these little things... like... worrying if I'm hungry, if I'm comfortable, how I feel after a scene?”
“Right...”
“I like it. I like it a lot. When you touch me, I feel... unique. Special. I feel like nothing can go wrong.”
“So far nothing has,” Nico agreed. “But that still doesn't answer my question. What does all this mean to you?”
Percy sighed and faced him head-on, with nothing to hide.
“It means I'll never be alone, have lots of sex, and be able to feel everything I want to feel, without guilt. Because when I hurt myself alone, it's not healthy and the guilt is all mine. But when others hurt me...”
“It's never your fault.”
Percy nodded again. “I... always had trouble being alone. I used to be that kind of kid who wanted to please everyone, wanted everyone to be my friend. I've done things many wouldn't do, all just to have a drop of approval, and I never felt bad about it. It's who I am and who I've always been. The difference is I got tired of feeling bad for desiring something others consider wrong.”
“That's the point, isn't it?” Nico began to connect the dots. “You're looking for someone who will hurt you, but who will also help you... heal?”
“I guess we could say that. Although I want much more.”
“What do you want, exactly?”
“To be on my knees at your feet and fulfill your darkest desires. No matter what they are.”
Hearing this, Nico smiled and went back to caressing Percy's hair, drawing a sound from him that sounded like a purr.
“Maybe you'll regret saying that. There is no one more boring than me.”
“That's what everyone says.”
After that, Nico couldn't help himself. He held Percy's hair firmly and pulled him until their mouths met. The kiss was intense, their tongues intertwining with urgency, drowning out any thought about dominators and submissives until only the heat of Percy's lips against his remained.
Oii, como vai? Desculpa a demora! Eu estava assistindo ABO Desire. Estou obcecada. De verdade. Nunca pensei que fosse ver uma série ABO, mas aqui estamos, nos, nesse momento glorioso. Para quem curte, vale a pena. Agora, ao capítulo de hoje! Nesse capítulo não teremos smutt, mas ele serve para evoluir o enredo. Espero que vocês gostem!
Capítulo III
— Nico! Que bom que você pôde vir. — Roberta abriu a porta, o recebendo com um sorriso tão brilhante que parecia iluminar o corredor. — E ainda trouxe nosso querido Perseu.
— Eu não deveria? — Ele entrou, sua mão pousada nas costas de Percy para guiá-lo para dentro, embora soubesse que deveria ter trago a guia da coleira de Percy. Nico acenou brevemente para Roberta e fechou a porta de madeira pesada atrás de si.
— Não para o que vamos conversar hoje.
— Então…
— Não se preocupe. — Roberta o convidou a se aproximar com um gesto e os conduziu para longe da entrada, onde a mesma mesa da vez anterior se encontrava. Karla veio praticamente correndo, interceptando a dupla e enlaçando a mão na de Percy, arrastando-o para um canto mais reservado da sala.
— Oh, Percy, querido. Como estamos hoje? — Karla segurou no braço de Percy, e ele fez uma cara séria, lutando para manter a expressão estoica e reprimir o sorriso que teimava em surgir. O esforço era tão visível que até Nico notou a expressão brincalhona em ambos os rostos.
— Bem.
— Estou tão feliz por você.
Percy assentiu, a animação vencendo a postura rígida, e inclinou-se na direção de Karla, sussurrando algo no ouvido dela que daquela distância Nico não pôde ouvir.
— De jeito nenhum! — Karla exclamou, segurando nos ombros de Percy.
— Hmmhmm. — Ele murmurou, o peito estufado de orgulho. — Ele…
Foi quando Karla e Percy se afastaram para o fundo da sala, indo para o lado oposto do cômodo, e afundaram em um sofá encostado à parede, isolados em sua própria bolha.
— Parece que as coisas estão indo bem. — Roberta voltou a dizer, parecendo tão entretida pela cena quanto Nico.
— Sim, estão.
— E como foi a primeira noite?
— Normal, eu acho?
— Você acha?
— É. Percy pediu para eu colocar o cinto de castidade nele, depois fomos para a cama e, pela manhã, tomamos café da manhã juntos.
Roberta cobriu o rosto com a mão e soltou um suspiro longo; ela caminhou até a mesa de carvalho maciço perto da porta e desabou na cadeira.
— Você tem muito a aprender, Di Ângelo.
— Aprender? E o que seria isso?
— Sinto pena do Percy. Quando ele finalmente encontra alguém decente…
— O que você quer dizer com isso?
— Como eu poderia explicar…? — Roberta puxou uma das pastas sobre a mesa e começou a folheá-la, o som do papel sendo a única coisa podendo ser ouvida até ela parar em uma página específica. — Vê isto aqui? Esse é o questionário que Percy respondeu quando chegou aqui há dois anos.
— O quê? Dois anos?
— Se acalme. Não somos uma prisão. Ele fica aqui uma semana por vez, às vezes menos, vai depender se Percy encontrar um Dom adequado. Ele costuma retornar de três em três meses, mas nem sempre tem interesse em alguém.
— Acho que não estou entendendo.
— Aqui as coisas funcionam diferente para submissos. Eles recebem dossiês e fotos dos dominadores disponíveis e escolhem se estão dispostos a se submeter. Nenhum deles é obrigado a vir ou a aceitar um dominante. Este é um ambiente blindado, seguro e controlado, se assim for a vontade deles.
— Controlado?
— Sim. Em todas as casas há câmeras, até no banheiro. Essas imagens são confidenciais e só serão acessadas em caso de denúncia de abuso psicológico ou físico. Será que você não leu os documentos que enviamos mês passado?
Bem… talvez Nico tivesse escolhido ignorar o problema até que ele batesse em sua porta. Literalmente.
— Tem mais alguma coisa que eu deva saber?
— Tem muito que você já deveria saber. — Ela retrucou, revirando os olhos. — Primeiro, as regras da casa. Não admitimos nenhum tipo de abuso ou não-consensualidade.
— É só isso?
— O que você esperava? Que tivesse toque de recolher e lição de casa? Eu não sou sua mãe e é seu dever ser um cidadão responsável. Falando nisso, onde está a guia da coleira do Percy?
— Em… algum lugar.
— Nico! Ele não pode andar sem uma. Enquanto estiver sob sua tutela, Percy deve usá-la.
— Por quê?
— Por quê? Porque a coleira e a guia identifica que ele é um submisso comprometido. Aqui dentro pode não fazer diferença, mas no mundo real, faz. Nem todos são tão éticos como nós.
— Eu nunca percebi isso.
Nico desviou o olhar e mentiu, mentiu na cara dela. Ele sabia exatamente o que uma coleira significava, só não gostava de ver Percy usando a marca de propriedade dada por outro dominador.
— …em que planeta você vive? Deve ser por isso que chegou a essa idade sem um submisso.
— O que você quer dizer com isso? — Dessa vez, ele se levantou, cansado daquela conversa ridícula.
— Você pode negar o quanto quiser. Você é um dominador e só um submisso irá te satisfazer. Então, por que não senta e ouve o que tenho a dizer?
Ele se sentou de má vontade e virou a cara, mordendo a língua para não dizer o que pensava sobre isso. Viu Percy olhar para ele com uma expressão assustada, seus olhos verdes o fitando, perguntando sem dizer uma palava sequer, se estava tudo bem. Nico forçou um sorriso tranquilizador e acenou, observando-o voltar sua atenção para Karla.
— Muito bem. Então, me fale o que é tão importante.
— Você poderia fazer o favor de ler o perfil do Percy? Ele vai te dizer muito mais do que eu poderia.
Com um suspiro exasperado, Nico pegou a pasta das mãos dela, tentado a jogar a papelada para o alto. Se dando por vencido, virou a primeira página, correndo os olhos pelo texto.
Logo no início havia uma foto de um Percy sorridente que acompanhava seu nome completo, endereço, nacionalidade e profissão. Parecia que moravam perto um do outro, Percy na parte nobre do bairro, enquanto Nico ainda vivia em uma república estudantil. Trabalhavam próximos também: ele empacotando compras no mercado, Percy em uma multinacional de investimentos.
— Você tem certeza de que eu e ele somos compatíveis?
— Isso só você pode decidir.
Nico deu de ombros e continuou a leitura, seus olhos se arregalando ao chegar no currículo de Percy. Ali estavam todas as conquistas que Percy já teve na vida; desde troféus de natação escolares e profissionais até a graduação e pós em economia e educação física. Passou os olhos rapidamente pelos títulos até travar em um nome: Berkeley. Isso era sério? Por que alguém tão gabaritado quanto Percy precisaria de um lugar como esse?
Continuou a ler e chegou ao tópico sobre os dominadores que Percy já teve na instituição. Eram sete. Agora oito, contando com ele. A lista trazia apenas nomes, sem detalhes adicionais.
— Sete? — Ele perguntou, a voz traindo seu choque. — Qual o problema com essa gente?
— Eles não eram adequados. — Roberta respondeu, pela primeira vez assumindo uma expressão neutra, profissional. — Nem todos foram ruins, mas nenhum foi o certo. Cuidamos de nossos submissos como se fossem da família, e se um deles precisa de ajuda, ela não tardará a chegar.
Isso era uma ameaça? Ah, se ela soubesse que bastava apenas um estalo de dedos e tudo estaria acabado. Mas é claro que Nico não faria isso; nunca daria esse gosto para Hades.
— Qual deles foi? — Ele disse ao invés disso, sem precisar perguntar diretamente. Roberta pareceu ter entendido. Uma dessas pessoas tinha abusado de Percy, se foi física ou psicologicamente, ele nunca saberia.
— Confidencial. — Foi tudo o que ela disse
Nico suspirou e continuou sua leitura, chegando às preferências de Percy.
Nossa! Ele era um dominador “certificado” e não fazia ideia do que metade daquilo significava. Ou melhor, fez questão de esquecer. Uma parte ele ainda lembrava, a outra só podia chutar. Já outras, esperava jamais descobrir.
— Shibari? 24/7? Eu nem sei o que significa Abrasão! E… — Leu mais abaixo e murmurou, incrédulo: — Ageplay?
Ele levantou a cabeça e encontrou um sorriso convencido no rosto de Roberta.
— Você não acha que isso é exagero?
— Isso não depende de mim e ninguém está te obrigando a nada. São apenas… possibilidades.
— Ageplay? Isso é sério?
— Você precisa que eu desenhe?
— No que consistiria isso, exatamente? — Ele disse, só para manter seu disfarce.
— Vai depender. O básico é agir e ser cuidado feito um bebê. Chamar Percy de “bebê” já funcionaria. Por que você não tenta na próxima?
— Eu não acho que eu consiga. — Ou melhor, ele não achava que queria.
— Como eu disse, você tem muito a aprender. — Roberta tamborilou os dedos na mesa, parecendo chegar a uma conclusão.
Ela abriu uma gaveta de baixo da mesa e lhe entregou algumas folhas soltas, junto a um livro de capa grossa, pesado como um tijolo.
— Quero que leve isso, é o mesmo questionário que Percy respondeu. Esse livro também ajudará. Não se esqueça de ler todo o documento. Fizemos algumas anotações no perfil do Percy; ele teve uma grande evolução desde que chegou aqui.
— Como ele era antes?
— Vulnerável, quase arisco. Pelo menos, referente à sexualidade dele. — Roberta disse ao se levantar. — Espero que isso não volte a acontecer.
Era o que ele esperava também.
— Amanhã começamos nossas sessões.
Eles já não tinham começado?
Com um aceno de cabeça de Roberta, Karla trouxe Percy e ambos saíram do escritório de mãos dadas. Nico só esperava que não estivesse cometendo um erro.
Nico passou o resto do dia pensando sobre o que Roberta tinha dito. Não exatamente o que foi falado, mas no que ela deixou de dizer. Tudo bem, aparentemente, ele era um irresponsável e não merecia o título de Dom; e isso estava mais do que claro, ele assumia. O motivo era simples: nunca quis ser um dominador, muito menos um submisso. Qual era o problema em não ser nada, em ser diferente? Era um crime tão grave querer ser apenas ele mesmo? Bem, aquilo não importava. Ele tinha assumido um compromisso com Percy e levaria isso até o fim.
E falando em Percy, ele também tinha passado a tarde ocupado. Ao que tudo indicava, Percy Jackson realmente era um empresário de sucesso, CEO da própria empresa, especialmente se fosse pelo modo que falava no telefone e digitava no notebook de última geração, mais fino e leve que uma caneta. A mudança era visível: o submisso tímido e inseguro dava lugar a alguém que se sentava no sofá com a coluna ereta, óculos de armação moderna encaixados perfeitamente no rosto anguloso e uma expressão tão séria e decidida que Nico pensaria ser outra pessoa. Isto é, se Percy não estivesse apenas de cueca no meio da sala de estar.
— Você quer comer? — Nico perguntou, vendo Percy fechar o computador e retirar os óculos, se esticando todo no sofá até praticamente invadir seu espaço.
— Não. — Percy negou.
Ele olhou de canto de olho para Nico e colocou o computador em cima da mesinha de centro. Então, se virando na direção de Nico, largou toda pretensão de fingir se espreguiçar. Percy se deitou no sofá e acomodou a cabeça sobre as coxas de Nico, o observando de baixo.
— Gostando da leitura? — Percy perguntou, relaxando contra seu colo.
Nico encarou o livro em suas mãos e fez uma careta. Até aquele momento, tinha lido três capítulos de um texto que parecia ter saído da Idade das Trevas, duvidando se tinha absorvido alguma coisa. Tudo muito nostálgico, mas de uma maneira horrível. O lado positivo era que pareciam ter atualizado a ideologia; agora só faltava mudar a mecânica do ato. Se ele fosse realmente um novato, o resumo seria: algemas blá blá blá, correntes blá blá blá. O que ele ainda não entendia era como um submisso poderia gostar de se submeter a outra pessoa, aceitando se entregar daquela forma e ser abusado. Nada daquilo fazia sentido e ele não entendia nada.
— Na verdade, não. Por que você não me ajuda?
— O que você quer saber? — Percy perguntou, e pela primeira vez a incerteza sumiu de sua voz. Ele soava como uma pessoa comum, alguém que Nico cruzaria na rua sem jamais suspeitar que fosse um submisso ou um dominador. Apenas uma pessoa completamente normal.
— O que significa ser um submisso para você?
— Ser um submisso significa se submete--
— Eu perguntei o que significa para você. O que te faz querer ser um?
— Ninguém nunca me perguntou isso antes. — Percy murmurou, a voz baixa, fechando os olhos.
Nico sentiu uma vontade súbita de tocá-lo, então, foi o que fez. Colocou o livro de lado e acariciou os cabelos escuros de Percy, penteando os fios devagar e massageando o couro cabeludo, enquanto o ouvia suspirar e sorrir, todo contente.
— Significa isso. Com você. Bem aqui.
— Isso o quê?
— Esse momento.
— Você vai ter que ser mais específico.
— É sentir que o peso do mundo não está nas minhas mãos. É ter alguém que vai me segurar se for necessário. É saber que a casa não vai estar vazia quando eu chegar do trabalho, que minha cama não vai estar fria.
— É só isso? Você não poderia ter isso sendo um Dom ou com uma pessoa “normal”?
— Não, você não entende. — Percy abriu os olhos verde-mar, intensos, e o encarou com ansiedade. — Quando estamos juntos, me sinto seguro. É meu pequeno paraíso. Não preciso tomar decisões ou temer as consequências, porque sei que se eu cair, você vai me pegar, vai me proteger e cuidar de mim. Esse é o dever de um submisso: confiar em seu Dom e se doar, entregando tudo o que puder, tudo o que tiver. E em troca, receber tudo de volta em forma de cuidado e atenção.
— É isso, então? — Nico insistiu, ainda cético. Não via como tudo isso podia ser possível. E como Percy já confiava nele se nem quarenta e oito horas haviam se passado desde que se conheceram? — E a parte sexual?
— Eu gosto também. — Percy abriu um sorriso lindo e sincero, revelando covinhas e dentes brancos, a alegria alcançando seus olhos.
— Sim? — Nico pressionou, interessado no desenrolar.
— No começo, eu só queria sair um pouco da minha cabeça, sabe? Ser alguém diferente por algumas horas. Depois…
— Depois?
— Comecei a gostar, a experimentar. Por isso minha lista de preferências é tão longa. Eu só quero… sentir algo diferente.
— Mesmo que doa?
— Especialmente quando dói. — Dessa vez, Percy abriu os olhos e não desviou o olhar, tentando dizer algo que Nico se negava a entender.
— Por quê? Por que você iria querer isso?
— O problema não é a dor, é como você a encara.
— Acho que não entendi…
— Pensamos na dor como punição, mas e se… e se ela for apenas uma forma de experimentar sensações intensas… uma válvula de escape para a tensão? Aquilo só te machuca se você permitir que machuque.
Bem, se ele encarasse as coisas daquela forma, não parecia tão ruim, embora Nico ainda não estivesse disposto a sentir dor por um motivo tão… sem propósito.
— Eu ainda não entendo por que você deixaria alguém te usar dessa forma.
— Nico, eu não estou sendo usado. Isso seria verdade se eu não desse permissão. Mas não é o caso.
— E se alguém te prendesse e fizesse coisas que você não quisesse? O que aconteceria?
— Isso já aconteceu. Não foi completamente consensual, mas eu gostei.
Nico piscou por um momento, paralisando os dedos no cabelo de Percy enquanto seu cérebro tentava processar a informação.
Percy queria dizer que tinha sido est*prado?
— Não me olhe com essa cara. O cara acabou se deixando levar. Ele pediu desculpas e tudo mais. Terminei com ele, claro, e decidi procurar ajuda profissional aqui. As coisas têm funcionado muito melhor desde então.
— Mas… como você pode gostar disso?
— Eu gosto e ponto. — Percy deu de ombros e virou o rosto, o perfil tenso e sério. — Se você não consegue entender…
— Não, eu não consigo entender. — Nico admitiu quando o silêncio pesou entre eles. — Mas eu aceito. Estou tentando compreender o que leva uma pessoa a seguir esse caminho. Isso é um estilo de vida, não é?
— Sim, não é só sobre sexo. É sobre companheirismo e suprir a necessidade do outro. É sobre… hierarquia.
— Hierarquia? — A palavra deixou um gosto amargo na boca de Nico. Ecoava como um fantasma de seu passado.
— Sim. Fora de uma cena, podemos ser iguais, ninguém está acima de ninguém. Mas tem uma certa ordem. Dominadores tendem a querer manter a ordem, submissos gostam de segui-los. Faz parte da dinâmica.
— Dinâmica? — Outra palavra que ele odiava.
— É mais um instinto. É como agimos.
— E como seria isso?
— Você não percebe? O jeito que você age perto de mim? Como segurou meu rosto no primeiro dia? Como me olhou e disse que me queria, como… como se você mandasse, e bastasse uma ordem sua para que eu pertencesse a você?
— Eu fiz isso, foi?
— Hm… — Percy murmurou, sério, mas com um tom manhoso na voz. — Você não percebe que já faz essas pequenas coisas… como… se preocupar se estou com fome, se estou confortável, como me sinto depois de uma cena?
— Sei…
— Eu gosto. Gosto muito disso. Quando você me toca, me sinto… único. Especial. Sinto que nada pode dar errado.
— Até agora nada deu. — Nico concordou. — Mas isso ainda não responde minha pergunta. O que tudo isso significa para você?
Percy suspirou e o encarou de frente, sem nada a esconder.
— Significa que eu nunca vou estar sozinho, ter muito sexo e poder sentir tudo o que eu quero sentir, sem culpa. Porque, quando me machuco sozinho, não é saudável e a culpa é toda minha. Mas quando outros me machucam…
— A culpa nunca é sua.
Percy assentiu novamente. — Eu… sempre tive dificuldade em ficar sozinho. Costumava ser aquele tipo de criança que queria agradar a todos, queria que todos fossem meus amigos. Já cheguei a fazer coisas que muitos não fariam, tudo só para ter um pingo de aprovação, e nunca me senti mal por isso. É quem eu sou e quem sempre fui. A diferença é que cansei de me sentir mal por desejar algo que os outros consideram errado.
— Essa é a questão, não é? — Nico começou a ligar os pontos. — Você procura alguém que vá te machucar, mas que também te ajude a… sarar?
— Acho que poderíamos dizer isso. Embora eu queira muito mais.
— Você quer o quê, exatamente?
— Ficar de joelhos aos seus pés e realizar seus desejos mais obscuros. Não importa quais eles sejam.
Ao ouvir isso, Nico sorriu e voltou a acariciar os cabelos de Percy, arrancando dele um som que parecia um ronronar.
— Talvez você se arrependa de dizer isso. Pessoa mais chata do que eu não existe.
— Isso é o que todos dizem.
Depois disso, Nico não pôde se conter. Segurou firme nos cabelos de Percy e o puxou até que suas bocas se encontrassem. O beijo foi intenso, suas línguas se enlaçando com urgência, abafando qualquer pensamento sobre dominadores e submissos até que restasse apenas o calor dos lábios de Percy contra os seus.
