Disclaimer: I do NOT own Percy Jackson, but I'm working on it. The genie bottle I'd ordered on Ebay is almost here.

Main Pairing: Nico/Percy (Nicercy)

Warnings: Slash and lemon ahead.

AN: Guys, I'm on a roll. This will be a threeshot (probably) again, since these always finish so nicely. Hope you like it!

Chapter One: Two Meetings that Prove Fate Exists

Percy had always wanted to go to London, but that was mainly just for the hot British guys, not for watching Hamlet.

"Oh, don't be such a baby." Annabeth sighed and flicked Percy's nose in annoyance.

Said nose crinkled cutely as Percy crossed his arms over his lean chest and huffed. "But, I'm hot. And don't want to watch boring Hamlet. This is England, Annie, let's go do something fun."

Annabeth rolled her gray eyes, her arms also crossed over her chest. She was wearing a gray tank top that matched her eyes and baggy jean shorts that stuck to her thighs because of her sweat. "I know it's hot, Percy, but it'll be cool in the theater. And we went to see the Thames for you; can't we watch Hamlet at the Globe for me?" She tightened the ponytail that held her blonde curls, which Percy liked to swat at to irritate her. He did so now.

"Fine," He groaned, most definitely not pouting. "But, afterwards I want to cuddle and watch at least three episodes of- Ooof!" All air suddenly left Percy's lungs when he felt a body crash into him and knock him to the ground. Eyes closed in pain, he moaned at the ache rapidly spreading over his body and the weight crushing his limbs.

"I'm so sorry!" The weight abruptly left and Percy felt himself being lifted to his feet. He opened his eyes to glare at the person who had so rudely smacked into him, but instead just blinked in surprise when he saw the man.

Oh, dear lord. The man was a god. Black curly hair bounced as the man hovered over Percy, running tan hands over Percy's bare arms to check for injuries. Nearly black eyes gleamed with guilt and the man bit his lips adorably. "Really, I'm so sorry." Italian too. Hot damn.

"It's fine," Percy murmured, smiling reassuringly. He grabbed one of the man's hands and squeezed. "Really."

The man relaxed slightly and smiled back, nearly giving Percy heart failure. That smile…

"It is most certainly not fine!" Annabeth shoved the man to the side, glowering at him and wrapping her arms protectively around Percy's waist. "Watch where you're going next time, asshole!"

"Annabeth!" Percy turned to her, scandalized by her attitude. "It's not a big deal. This man clearly didn't mean to-"

"No, she's right," The man interrupted, eyes downcast like a kicked puppy. "I could have seriously hurt you."

Annabeth seemed to calm fractionally at his words, and regarded him carefully. Percy stepped away from her and placed a hand on the man's broad shoulder, noticing the guitar strapped to his back and fought the urge to swoon. "Please ignore Annabeth. She's just protective. And I promise, I'm fine. No harm done." He smiled as charmingly as he could and nearly melted when those black eyes met his own green.

"You are so kind, sconosciuto." The man chuckled and bent to kiss Percy knuckles, "And bello. I'm Nico di Angelo."

Percy shivered at the feeling of the man's lips on his skin. "Uh…thanks… My name's Percy Jackson."

"Yeah, thanks." Annabeth placed her chin on Percy's shoulder, the glare back on her pretty face. "Well, we should be going now. Show's gonna start."

"What are you seeing?" Nico asked her, though his gaze never left Percy.

Percy blushed at the attention and answered for her. "Hamlet. If we ever get passed this line, I mean."

"Oh. Well, I know the owner, would you like me to get you seats now?" Nico asked, gesturing toward the crowded entrance.

Annabeth opened her mouth to respond, but Percy beat her to the punch. "Sure! That would be so great of you. We'd really appreciate it! I've been wanting to see Hamlet for so long now."

He pointedly ignored Annabeth's disbelieving glance in his direction.

"Well, great!" Nico grinned, took Percy's hand, and pulled him to the front of the line where another man dressed in black stood. "Hey, Ethan!"

The man called Ethan looked up at the sound of his name, and smiled when he saw Nico. He waved at him with a clipboard. "Nico, what's up? I thought you were leaving?"

Nico pulled Percy in front of him, Annabeth at Percy's side, and shrugged carelessly. "Couple of idioti made me crash into this bello bambino. He's been waiting with his friend here for a long time. Any chance you can sneak them in?"

Annabeth's eyes narrowed. "I thought you said you knew the owner. Why would you need to sneak us in?"

Nico smirked at her. "I do know the owner. Name's Octavian. That doesn't mean we're friends."

First Italian and now this bad boy attitude? Percy was ready to faint at the amount of sexiness dripping off this guy, but didn't think Annabeth would like that too much. But then again, Nico would probably catch him and hold him in those strong arms and carry him off-

Ethan's laugh startled Percy out of his thoughts. "True enough. It's a good thing Octavian and me aren't friends either. Go ahead, guys." He opened the door to let them in. "Just no making out in the back with this cutie, Nico. I still haven't cleaned up from the last time."

Last time? Percy frowned, torn between being flattered that Ethan called him cute and disappointed that Nico seemed to have a reputation.

"Thanks, Ethan." Nico glared at the man while Annabeth glared at him.

"Maybe you should just go." Annabeth crossed her arms and stepped closer to Percy, stance most decidedly unwelcome.

Still, Nico took it in stride and smiled charmingly at her. "Of course. Please, enjoy the play. I'll leave now." He pressed a daring kiss to Percy's cheek before walking away and out into the night.

Percy pouted at Annabeth, but she just sighed and took his hand. "Come on, Percy. Let's watch the play and we'll go." She nodded at Ethan. "Thanks for the seats." She looped her arm through Percy's and walked him down the theater aisle to the front, ignoring Percy's melodramatic sighs.

"Be quiet," Annabeth whispered out of the corner of her mouth. "You'd never see him again anyway."

Percy tried really hard not to drool on Annabeth's shoulder, but judging by her annoyed sigh he failed. He sleepily wiped at his cheek and mumbled an apology into her neck. She just ran a hand through his black hair and kissed his head.

"Mm, tired," Percy slurred, green eyes halfway closed.

"I know," Annabeth sighed, resting her head against Percy's. "Me too. I'll get us some coffee." She stood and walked down the train's aisle, heading to the snack car.

Percy curled in a ball his seat, forehead against his knees. They'd gotten up at four in the morning so they could make their train to the airport so they could go home to New York today, as was planned. Once they got to the airport, they'd take two flights and meet Percy's parents.

"Are you alright, bello sconosciuto?"

Percy froze, all tiredness evaporated when he heard that familiar Italian accented voice. He slowly lifted his head to see the man he'd met at the theater. Nico di Angelo.

"Hi," Percy greeted weakly.

Nico grinned, looking even sexier than Percy remembered and the same guitar strapped across his back. No other luggage. "This is twice in two days? Must be fate."

Percy laughed and shook his head, a teasing smile on his face. "That or your stalking me."

Nico took a seat across from Percy and held up one finger. "Actually, I am. And as your stalker I get to know if that blonde girl is your girlfriend. Because I'm a pretty shitty stalker if I don't even know if you're dating anyone."

Percy raised a mock-disappointed eyebrow. "That is shameful, sir. As my stalker, you should know that Annabeth is not my girlfriend, nor am I interested in girlfriends."

A grin pulled at Nico's lips attractively as he leaned forward. "Oh? Well, neither am I, in case you were wondering. So, what are you doing here? Last I saw you, you were in England."

Percy chuckled and leaned back against his seat. "So were you. And as my stalker, shouldn't you know my plans?"

Nico raised a single finger, smiling knowingly. "Ah, but haven't we already established I'm a terrible stalker?"

Percy hummed thoughtfully. "Unless you're actually a really good stalker and this is all just a ploy to get me to trust you."

"Wow. That's not even classified as stalking anymore. I must be really good." Nico seemed thoroughly impressed by his own stalking/unstalking skills.

Percy puffed out his chest dramatically and polished his fingernails on his shirt. "Yes, well, I am the best so they must send the best, I suppose."

"The elusive 'they'…" Nico rubbed his chin, glancing at out of the corner of his dark eyes, paranoid. "Who do you work for? Who are you, really?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Percy leaned forward, speaking lowly as if sharing a secret. "I'm really James Bond."

"Now, I know that's not true. You didn't even introduce yourself properly. Some undercover agent you are." Nico tsked.

"It's all part of my plan," Percy explained. "Now you don't know if I'm only messing up so you'll think it's not me, or I'm really not him."

Nico's eyes widened in awe. "Wow. That is so well thought out."

Percy waved his hand dismissively. "I know, I know." A yawn escaped him, though, effectively ruining his mysterious demeanor.

"Tired?" Nico questioned, looking concerned.

"A little." He smiled sheepishly as he rubbed his eyes. "Annabeth went to get-"

"I'm back!" A cup of coffee was suddenly thrust into Percy's face. He grabbed it quickly before it could spill and watched Annabeth reclaim her seat next to him. "Sorry it took me so long. The line was goddamn hu-" Annabeth blinked at the man sitting across from her and Percy. "Oh. You again."

Nico waved slightly. "Me again. Hello."

Before Annabeth could make him leave again, Percy intervened. "Annabeth. You remember Nico. He sat by me when you left." He took a nervous sip of his coffee, trying not to cringe at the horrible taste.

"I see." Was all Annabeth said on the subject. She looked out the window, her mouth tight with displeasure. Percy tired to ignore her.

"So, anyway, Nico, where you heading?" Percy smiled at the uncomfortable looking male and tucked his legs underneath his body.

Nico smiled back and shrugged carelessly. "Don't know. I'm supposed to go back to Italy, but got kinda sidetracked."

Percy sighed dreamily into his paper cup. "I'd love to see Italy. It's second on my places to visit list." But, unfortunately, he and Annabeth hadn't had enough money to go everywhere so they only went to England and Germany as a compromise.

"What's the first?"

"Huh? Oh! Um, Paris. I'd love to see the city, but we couldn't go cause there wasn't enough money."

"I could take you."

That got Percy's and Annabeth's attention. They both stared at him blankly, but Nico didn't seem the least bit affected. He reached inside his leather jacket's pocket and pulled out- Percy's mouth fell open- A big wad of cash. How on earth…

"No." Annabeth was the first to regain her voice and glared at Nico so fiercely Percy thought he might burst into flames. "Percy is not going to Paris with a stranger who has a ton of money in his pocket and has a reputation of being a player. Go find another boy to sell into prostitution."

Nico blinked. "Prostitution? No, not at all. I got most of this money from playing in the streets and the rest from working odd jobs. I've been traveling for two years now and know Paris fairly well. And we'd only go for a day."

"How much of Paris can you see in a day?" Percy asked, Annabeth's gaze boring holes in the side of his head. "Would you really do this for me? Spend money on me like this and show me around? I thought you were heading back to Italy."

Nico chuckled. "It's just one day, bello sconosciuto. I can go later."

Annabeth grabbed Percy's hand tightly. "Percy," She hissed, "This is insane. You don't know this guy. He could be a rapist, a murderer, a thief, or any other kind of criminal. Don't be stupid. We'll go to Paris some other time together, okay?"

Percy looked between a desperate Annabeth and a casual Nico. He knew Annabeth was probably right (She frequently was) and that he shouldn't do this, but there was this nagging pulling in his gut that told him to do this. He didn't know why, but he already trusted this stranger who'd offered to show him an entire city in twenty-four hours.

And he really wanted to see Paris.

"Okay."

AN: 'Bello sconosciuto' is Italian for beautiful stranger.

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