Nico hadn't heard anything from Percy is two weeks. 

Granted, he had ignored Percy's texts asking him where he was after the party. 

'Of course he didn't see me,' the Italian thought bitterly. 'He was sucking Luke's fucking face off.' 

And it hurt Nico so damn much. 

He went home and got drunk. 

And broke his phone. Accident or on purpose, he still didn't know. 

He didn't bother getting a new one though. He only talked to Percy and he didn't want to talk to him at that moment. 

So yeah. 

Maybe something finally got through Percy's dense head. 

And all communication between the two had become silent. 

Radio silence. 

And fuck it, Nico did not need Perseus fucking Jackson in his life.

He fucking did not. 

He had it all under control. 

All under fucking control. 

Well, that's what he told himself at least. 

Nico poured himself his fourth glass of whiskey, which was probably going to be his last for the night seeing as he was getting a little tipsy. He may be having his own pity party, but that didn't mean he couldn't do it with class. 

 He took a small sip, thinking deeply when someone knocked on his apartment's door. 

He made his way to the door with a small stumble. He wasn't expecting anyone but he was also not doing anything. Might as well see what they wanted. 

He opened the door, revealing a messed up Percy. 

He had a busted lip and and dry blood from a previous bloody nose. His left eye was turning black and purple and he looked to be supported more of his weight on the railing just outside of the apartment door. 

In summary, he looked like absolute shit. 

"Nico- I know you probably don't want to talk to me right now and I get it- well at least I think I do- the point is-" 

The green eyed boy rambled on, saying various things at once, cutting his own self off but Nico wasn't paying attention to any of it. Instead, he downed the remainder of his drink, turned around, and disappeared down the hallway. 

He left the door open, silently giving Percy permission to come inside. The aforementioned boy sat on the Italian's couch, waiting for his friend to come back. 

He didn't wait long, hearing Nico's muttering as he got closer. Nico stood there for a second looking at Percy, looking as if he was debating something with himself before sighing and making his way to the latter. 

He kneeled on the floor in front of where Percy was seated, setting down the first aid kit and the few other things he had brought out of the bathroom. 

Uncapping the rubbing alcohol, he poured a small amount on a white rag and looked up at Percy. 

"Hold still," he said. 

"Look, Nico, I'm not only here because I'm all beaten up, I came to apologize for everything I've done- Hey! That fucking stings!" 

Nico, who had little patience that night, pressed the rag onto Percy's bruised lip. 

"I said hold still." 

Percy didn't say anything else after that. 

They had almost managed to go a whole ten minutes of silence when Percy talked again. 

"I broke up with Luke," he said quietly. 

Nico had finished with Percy's lip a while ago and had moved to sit beside Percy on the couch to tend his bruised eye. 

"What do I care what you do with Luke," he said coldly. 

He focused on the task at hand, wanting to finish as soon as possible. 

He had four glasses of whiskey coursing through his veins, a temper waiting to explode and the very cause of his never ending headache in front of him. 

To say he was unpredictable would be an understatement. 

"Nico- Neeks... " Percy grabbed Nico's wrist, pulling the raga way form his eye. "Look at me." 

His touch was strong but gentle, not letting the Italian retract his hand. But Nico wouldn't give in so easily. He turned his head to the other side, refusing to the look at the boy in front of him; even if his beating heart protested his movements. 

"Nico," with one hand still holding his wrist, Percy placed his other had underneath Nico's chin, making him turn and face him. "Look at me." 

Nico, now with no choice, looked at those alluring sea green eyes, the ones he's been trying to avoid all night. He blamed the rosy color in his cheeks on the alcohol and his shortness of breath on... well, he didn't have an explanation for that one. 

"Nico, I'm so sorry. I should have been a better friend to you. I promised to take you to that party so you could loosen up, have some fun. I should have been stronger, not given in to Luke. I got there early and hit the booze while I waited, and he just showed up. He put his arm around me and..." Percy sighed. "And I don't know. I guess the alcohol got to my head." 

There was a small pause. Nico didn't try to pull away. He was too entranced in Percy's eyes. 

Those goddamn fucking sea-green eyes. 

"But I'm done with him, alright? I promise that this time, I left it clear that I was done with him," he said. "He was pissed and threw a few punches but I left him looking worse." 

Percy let out a small chuckle that quickly died in his throat. He looked at the Italian that was still in his hold. Nico's onyx eyes staring back at him, his pink lips that were only slightly parted, the dark hair that framed his olive complexion- he was perfection's incarnate. 

Percy leaned in a little bit. He could feel Nico's alcohol breath fanning his own lips and the only thing he wanted was to feel those lips against his own- know what they tasted like. 

Wanted to know, wanted to feel. 

He looked back up at Nico who had a light blush, looking at Percy through his half-lidded eyes. 

And Percy closed the space in between. 

It was absolute bliss. The pressing of Percy's lips against Nico's. 

The way Nico wrapped his arms around Percy's neck, pulling his closer. Their closed eyes in the dark only heightened their senses. The small touches, the way Percy's fingertips traced patterns underneath Nico's shirt. 

Percy gently bit down on Nico's bottom lip, drawing a little blood that made Nico moan. The way the taller boy laid him down on the couch, climbing on top of him. He found no resistance as he dominated over the Italian, exploring every corner of his mouth. 

They broke apart, gasping for air. 

"Percy," Nico breathed out. "Percy-" 

"Shh, I got you baby," said the latter. "I got you." 

He pressed a quick kiss on Nico lips before pulling away. He readjusted himself, kissing down the younger boy's neck. Sucking gently biting in different places, Percy left a variety of different love bites, marking the boy as his. 

"You're mine-" he said in between each kiss. "you hear- mine- all mine- no one else's." 

Nico moaned. This had to be a dream. A dream- a wonderful dream. It was everything he ever wanted. 

To be Percy's. 

To have Percy all to himself and have him be no one else's. 

"Percy, I-" he was cut off by another moan. 

But there was something in the back of his mind. 

A small nagging feeling that, no matter how much he tried to ignore it, it was there. 

Rebound. 

At that moment Percy bit down extra hard on Nico's sweet spot. 

It felt amazing but with every second that passed, the though grew louder. 

Rebound. 

Rebound. 

'I'm a rebound.'

Nico opened his eyes and roughly pushed Percy off of him. 

"Get- get off!" 

Percy had a confused look on his face. He was panting and for a second, Nico was tempted to give in but he shook his head and threw that thought away. 

"Get out," he said quietly. 

"Nico," Percy said, making his way back to Nico. "Nico, baby-" 

"No!" The Italian pushed him away again, getting up off the couch where he was laying. "Get out! I don't want you here! Go- Percy I'm not a fucking rebound! I have feelings and I'm my own person! Not someone you can fuck with when you're horny and alone," he furiously blinked away tears he knew were soon to come. "Leave." 

The sun-kissed boy said nothing. He looked at Nico longingly one last time before standing up and headed towards the door. "You're not a rebound," he said quietly. "You're perfect, Nico. You make me feel things that I've never felt before- I'd do anything for you. And if that means walking out of your life," he paused. "Then so be it." 

He stepped outside and closed the door. 

Nico sat on the floor with tears in his eyes. Percy wasn't coming back. He knew it. If he knew a damn thing about Percy, it was that he was loyal. That meant being loyal to his word too. 

It was something not many people had nowadays. 

One of the reasons Nico fell for Percy in the first place. 

But now, it was his own sense of destruction. 

Nico had just ruined any chance he had with Percy. 

The boy he was so in love with had just walked out of his apartment- out of his life, and he didn't go after him. 

All because Nico had too much pride to do so. 

So he sat on the floor, crying quietly, lamenting his life and ever meeting Percy, sitting in the same position for a long time before picking up the pieces of his destroyed heart and drowning his pain in alcohol.