I stood at the edge of the lake.

All around me, the camp seemed to sway to the rhythm of the campers' gentle breaths as they slumbered on.

"Lucky them." I thought wryly.

I stared into the reflective surface of the lake, drinking in the image that looked back at me. Coal-black eyes scrutinized me, taking in every contour of my face, noticing every flaw. My jet-black hair seemed to glow with a menacing light. My face had a subtle hint of that regal quality, characteristic of the Big Three gods. All in all, I guess I was pretty good-looking for a son of Hades. I guess that explained the "Hades Hullabaloo" as I called it.

Yes, not exactly the whole camp was asleep. Even now, yet another girl waited in my cabin, probably freaked out by the motionless, hollow-eyed skeletons that waited standing guard over the cabin.

Rebecca? No. Tanya? No. Kira? No. I couldn't even remember this one's name. Most likely she was set up by her cabin mates, because I rarely forget a face or a name.

Felicia. That was her name; she was a daughter of Iris..

I was pulled away from my thoughts with the arrival of the moon. It's soft light spilled from behind the cloud cover, bathing everything in a shimmer of ethereal light.

My "clients" as I called them always smirked as I entered my cabin shirtless. They thought that I wanted to impress them with my well-developed chest and abs. They were dead wrong.

It was my own personal therapy. Designed, perfected, and administered to me and by me.

I shrugged off my black shirt and bore myself to the slight chill of the air, The moonlight fell on the olive tone of my skin, and then, the magic started.

I had my own suspicions of why this happens to Hades kids, and I'm confident it has something to do with my mother. Once my mother…passed, I'm sure Hades formed something to remember her, beyond memories alone. Hades was like that. I'm sure he still feels pain over her sudden departure from this world, and it hurts too much to think about. Did they sit and look at the moon too, reveling in its beauty? Did they take moonlit walks, holding onto each other? I don't know, and if it wasn't about my mother, I wouldn't care.

But according to da-Hades, all his children were affected in the moonlight. Something about the cells infused with the underworld itself, but its all biological mumbo-jumbo to me.

All I know is that I glow. I glow in the moonlight. My skin was tinged with a silvery, soft light, bright enough to illuminate the ground a few feet, in every direction from me.

This was the only time that I truly felt whole; like I did not have to hide myself.

Yeah, sure, Percy made life a whole lot better for all the minor demigods and even Hades, but I still felt like an outsider. Not many people want to be FRIENDS with a child of Hades. Even the girls that come to me jump up as soon as they can and dash out of the cabin, as if something bit them on the ass!

But out here, in the moonlight, a complete calm falls over me like a blanket. I can't explain it, but I feel better, I feel right.

The clouds moved over the moon once again, and the light coming from my skin ended abruptly, leaving it with its natural olive tone once again. I sighed loudly, feeling incomplete once again. That one thought, incomplete, reverbrated in the walls of my head. And straight away, my mind was racing. Two words crashed against each other, again and again.

Unloved.

Loveless.

It was the norm; accepted and actually expected from Hades children.

And the more I thought about it, the more it actually made sense, even fitting my situation. The girl waiting in my cabin; she didn't care about me, she didn't love me. And I didn't love her. But there was a distinction. I was a thing to her. She used my body. She used me as a sex toy; an object that she could manipulate the way she wanted. Simply put, I was her bitch.

What made it worse was that this wasn't the first time either.

My heart dropped with that realization. But she WAS expecting me. Of all the things that I inherited from Hades, I had to get his damn sense of chivalry! But I was having doubts about how I could be chivalrous in this situation.

So it was with a heavy heart that I turned back towards my cabin to meet…Judy? No. Felicia, I think.

My walk back from the lake to the cabin was a blur of color, but as soon as I looked upon Felicia, the world came back to focus almost instantly. I believe that this is the exact moment that I fell in lov-…lust. Hades children don't love.

Her brown hair shone even in the dim light of my cabin, and her piercing blue eyes gazed back at me, focused and yet relaxed. Her skin was dark from time spent in the sun. Her trim figure was proportionate to her body, although her orange Camp Half-Blood t-shirt was extremely unflattering. She even had on a slight amount of make-up.

That should have been the first flag. Usually, my clients didn't dress up. More often than not, they had their hair thrown into sloppy ponytails and they wore sleepwear to come meet me.

But neither of these things registered with me. Her jeans miniskirt revealed a generous amount of leg, and my eyes roamed up the length of them hungrily.

Now I was grateful that my shirt was off, just so I could impress her with my body. And I very much wanted to impress her right now.

Slowly, I became aware that I stood staring, not speaking, mouth slightly agape, for longer than was appropriate.

She opened her mouth to speak.

"Hey, I'm Felici-", but that's as far as she got. I had taken three quick steps to cross the cabin and crushed my lips against hers. I tried to squeeze all my depressing thoughts from my head by her lips alone. It should have hurt her, but she was responding almost as roughly as me.

After a few moments, we calmed down and were actually able to enjoy the kiss. Her lips were soft and sweet, almost like honey, and eager for more. In short, she tasted amazing.

She opened her mouth slightly, and licked my bottom lip with her tongue. My heart sped up and I was actually afraid now.

I had not felt like this about any of the other girls. I felt like I was spiraling out of control, maybe down one of the whirlpools that Percy's dad enjoyed so much. I liked being in control, and right now it was my own emotions that were rebelling. MUTINY!

But I responded, more on auto-pilot than anything now. I placed my hand in the small of her neck and kissing her more insistently, letting my tongue wander and roam into her mouth. Our tongues touched and recoiled, the first meeting exploratory.

I opened my eyes to see her staring back at me, with some undescribable emotion in her eye. I gazed into the depths of her eyes, and I fell in, fearing that I would never get back out.

So I shut my eyes again, and went a bit further. I dislodged my tongue from hers and slowly, gently, began to kiss the side of her neck, creeping down onto her shoulder and collarbone.

At the first kiss, she gasped, breathy and high, and my pants got a little but tighter. I continued and at her first moan, my heart actually skipped a beat. Why was this happening to me? The other girls moaned too. Why did she affect me this way? What was so special about her?! I moved to the hollow of her throat, and kissed the length of it. Her neck vibrated slightly as she began to pant shallowly.

I stopped to study the movement.

"No, Nico, don't stop!"

And I followed what she said, all the while thinking that I had just heard the first red flag. No one had ever called my name. Ever. They wanted what was for them, and then to get the hell out of Hades.

But I continued, slightly perturbed by her behavior. I surprised myself by picking her up and gently placing her on my bed. I placed my hands on either side of her, supporting myself by the strength of my arms alone. My legs and waist melded with hers, and my erection held close contact with her thigh.

I kissed her again, and she twisted her fingers in my hair, keeping me close.

I moved things along. I slowly slid off her top and admired the simple black bra that she wore underneath. She could not show off her evident bust in the camp t-shirt, but now I had a perfect view.

I kissed my way down her body slowly, tenderly, and her breath increased in sound and frequency as I moved lower.

Collarbone

Heart

Right breast

Left breast

She arched her back and clenched her fists, and I placed a hand in the small of her back, so that she could let herself go limp in that position.

Center

Stomach

Left side of her waist

Right side of her waist

And here, her breath sped up as I took off her skirt. It slid off painfully easily, and I prolonged the moment until it was off completely.

Right thigh.

Pant, pant.

Left thigh

Gasp

Inside of the left thigh

Moan

But at the right side, I stopped and stared in horror. She turned her head, ashamed. An ugly purple bruise decorated her thigh like it was a canvas. A slowly healing cut was slashed through it.

I don't really know why I did it, but I turned her head so I could look her in the eyes, and I kissed both the bruise and the cut, tenderly.

I came back up and kissed her forehead.

As I moved back down the length of her body, her breath slowed and I had an epiphany.

"I really don't want to do this. I don't want this to be the end. It doesn't have to end, does it?" I thought.

I felt as if my head would split down the middle, I was thinking so hard. I looked Felicia in the eyes.

"I…we can…you co-" I stumbled.

I stopped. I wasn't making any sense. I was tongue tied, and I cursed myself for having a stutter at the one moment I didn't need one.

I sighed and quietly and turned my head to face her opening. It was still covered by a lacy black G-string. But then she swiftly and firmly shut her legs.

Her eyes shone and she spoke quietly.

"This doesn't have to be the end, you know? I don't want this to be a one-time thing…" Her voice was solid, and she was able to voice what I could not. Her eyes looked at me pleadingly.

I sat up, amazed that she could be thinking the very same thing that I was. I nodded.

Now, extremely uncomfortable, I lay down beside her, our shoulders brushing lightly against each other. We stayed that way for several moments, the silence covering us like a blanket.

But then, she rolled over, still unclothed, and laid a hand on my chest and promptly fell asleep, my chest, her pillow.

I looked down at her in wonder, and I slowly drew swirling patterns on her smooth back. All of a sudden, I knew who she was. She was a new girl, came to camp a few days ago. She was quiet, and it was a big shock when she was claimed by Iris.

I wondered to myself, "Could she really be different?"

But I pushed all thoughts of me being a Hades child away. I didn't need any party crashers, thank you very much.

I stayed that way for a long time, thinking about…everything. But finally, sleep came over me and I settled an arm around Felicia's narrow waist and fell into a blissful sleep.

A/N: Hey guys. So originally this story was meant to be a one-shot, but then I developed my original idea, so now it should be a story of 10 chapters at most.

If you didn't understand, Nico is kind of like a male prostitute at this point. I'd say it is set maybe two or so years after the second Titan war. He feels no love…or does he? I meant this to be angst, but I don't actually know if I succeeded.

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