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Summary: When Nico gets sold to a whorehouse where he is to be whored around, he tries his best to escape and ends up bumping into Perseus Jackson, the youngest CEO of the multi-millionaire Trident empire, who is kind (and deliciously sexy) and immediately makes it his goal to help Nico when he sets his eyes on him. Nico pleads for help and gets more than he bargained for when he gets auctioned as Percy's slave. {PERCICO} {AU}

Warnings : Strong Lemons, extreme Smexyness, boyxboy, BDSM, dom!Percy and sub!Nico

Non-Demigod Universe.

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Prologue : The Escape

Nico

He didn't have much choice. Running away seemed only logical. He had seen too much, heard too much. He couldn't stay here; he didn't want to, but not now especially when he was going to be sold by his step mother no less.

When his mother had died, he had been young, too young to remember anything except his mother's sweet laugh and her angelic face. Her eyes, dark yet, warm and filled with love, were the same ones that Nico di Angelo saw everyday when he looked in the mirror. He was sure that once they had been as bright as his sister Bianca's or as warm as his mother's, but now, they were just vacant just like life, without anything meaningful.

When his father had married again, bringing a model like trophy wife for himself two years ago, Nico had felt hope. Hope to experience motherly love someday. Hoping that someone else, other than his sister, could understand him. His father had been out of the question; always travelling, he had hardly any time to waste on his kids. Bianca was the only one who had ever loved him, understood him.

True, their step mother never showed the slightest bother for them; they were nothing but a nuisance that she endured to stay in good graces with their father and have her bank account flooding with money.

When Bianca had decided to go to the University, Nico had been disheartened, only remaining sane by her promise that she would be back for him when she had completed her education and had a job and then they could forget everything that came with the name di Angelo. He had held on to her promise, counting the days when his sister would be back.

But it seemed that Persephone, his step mother, had reached the point where breathing in the same space as him made her sneer. So, she had decided to get rid of the pest called Nico di Angelo. She had done the unthinkable- she had called a slave-house to sell her step son.

Unfortunately, Nico had heard the conversation as he had passed by her room in the dead of the night and had decided to flee that very instant. Nico had never thought about running away, or what he would do if he actually managed to, but decided that he would live anywhere rather than being whored out as a sex-slave.

Within an hour, Nico had his precious belongings stashed in a sack, a few dollars that he had managed to save crumpled in his pockets and his cell phone in another pocket of his aviator jacket. Making as less noise as possible, he treaded down the stairs of the house, put on his shoes just as quickly and opened the door and closed it silently, and stepped into the cool air outside.

All this trouble only to come face to face with Persephone, who was standing leaning against her car in their front yard, staring at her watch with a bored look.

"Did you really think I was dumb enough to make the call when you were awake?" she taunted.

Nico found his blood boiling. Gritting his teeth he asked, "Then why bother with all the drama? Why make me pack my things and give me a sense of hope just to snatch it away? I could run away and never show you my face. Just tell me once that you want me out of your sights!" he was yelling now, uncaring that it was midnight and that people were asleep who could be woken by his screaming.

"I may look like one but I'm hardly a bimbo, Nico. I had planned it all. When you took your belongings you left your fingerprints on them, when you took out your shoes, and when your opened the door, both the times you did it quickly and without any sign of struggle, meaning you left from your own will. That is what the police will see, when I call them tomorrow, to notify them of my poor step son's disappearance." Persephone smiled. "But alas, they will never find you. They will never be able to trace you to the house where you will be enslaved."

Her words sent shivers down his smile. He heard footsteps behind him and turned, but it was too late. Two hands gripped his own arms and pinned them together as a needle injected something in his nerves. Nico tried to wriggle out of the strong hold, but to no avail. The world started spinning, his vision became foggy and he lost all his energy to fight back against the person holding his hands.

He felt enough consciousness to know someone had picked him up and he was now being taken away. He could hear Persephone's laugh in the distance and her final mocking goodbye. He felt himself being harshly shoved into a truck, felt the door close with a thud, and heard the engine starting. He heard and felt, but couldn't move or do anything.

His last conscious thought was that he was too helpless now, before he succumbed to the darkness.

Waking up was a tedious task for Nico. A throbbing pain shot from his legs to his hands to his brain. And there was nothing Nico could do, he realized, because, his wrists were shackled. He didn't dare moving, hoping that his stillness would cause the pain in his body to cease. It didn't, though.

The room he was in was dimly lit with a few flickering blubs, making the place look like some ghost house looming in a distant landscape that wasn't even remotely connected with any form of civilization. Scraping of metal brought him to his senses. He wasn't here alone after all. Boys and girls, some around his age, some younger, were all bound to large metal shackles that clicked with each other every now and then. A few feet across, he saw a boy, the shackles marking the boy's wrists an angry red, his eyes sunken and closed, mouth gagged as he trashed in agony.

With a jolt of utter horror, he realized that all the occupants in the room were clothed in a simple white fitting garment, which clung to their bodies like second skin. He also realised that not all were gagged. Fear must have shown in his eyes, for he heard someone whispering to him just moments later.

"Don't try to move, stay still. Pretend you're sleeping. They won't punish you." Said the voice. It was a girl, surely. But her voice was unlike the girlish high pitched sounds he was used to hearing; it was dry and croaky, as if her body had experienced serious issues of water deprivation.

Nico laid back, trying his best not to move any more. But he knew, he could not give up. He sat for hours in the silence and dark, curling himself in a ball. He knew it was risky, unsafe, but he had to get out of here. He could not allow himself to be sold to some nasty paedophile who could take hours of pleasure in whipping him and then abusing his body to relieve tension. No, he meant more than that. He wanted to know his value in the world, but not by being auctioned in a whore house.

There were no guards in the room; there was no need for them to be here. The children were starved and drugged and no one dared to escape. Turning to his right he saw the girl from before watching him carefully. She didn't avert her eyes from his gaze, but shook her head as if she knew exactly what was going in Nico's mind and suggesting that it was a wrong move.

Nico paid no heed to the girl. He wriggled his hands, wincing when they clicked loudly. He realized that the shackles were a standard size for everyone. His wrists, which had always been thinner than most boys', were able to slip through halfway through the shackles around them.

Tightly drawing his fingers closer, he was able to take his left hand out of the shackle. He did the same with his right hand. With both his hands free, he saw a ray of hope in the dark cellar. He flexed his muscled, letting out a low gasp at the discomfort.

He turned. The girl was still watching him.

"I'm Lou Ellen." She said.

Of course, now she would want help.

Motioning her to be silent, he examined her shackles. They were rusty and many years old it seemed. A screw at the back was only half screwed. Nico tried to turn it, smiling when it loosened and fell on the ground with a light thud.

At this, Lou gave an excited squeal, clapping her hand on her mouth as soon as she realized what she had done. Nico gave her a dark glare, making her flinch, yet she didn't move another inch.

The other shackle was tightly screwed. Lou gave him a faint smile. "I am screwed" she whispered and her body shook with the effort of remaining quiet and not giggling. Nico didn't smile. He wanted to escape as soon as possible.

The shackles had cracks showing from years of misuse, wear and tear. Maybe. Just maybe he could pull those shackles to make enough space for Lou to untangle her wrist.

So he tried. Ignoring the slight pain in his muscles, he used all his body force to pull it away. Lou helped with her free hand with all her strength and struggled to pull out her other hand. One sharp pull and her hand was free. Rubbing her sore wrists, she tentatively hugged Nico and drew back almost instantly.

Nico tried to smile. "I'm Nico di Angelo. Now, let's run."

And they took off in the only direction they could possibly escape from.

To Be Continued...

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