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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Percy_Jackson_and_the_Olympians-Rick_Riordan, The_Heroes_of_Olympus-Rick
      Riordan
  Relationship:
      Nico_di_Angelo/Percy_Jackson, Jason_Grace/Leo_Valdez
  Character:
      Nico_di_Angelo, Percy_Jackson, Jason_Grace, Leo_Valdez, Reyna_Avila
      Ramírez-Arellano
  Additional Tags:
      Slave_Nico, Master_Percy, Alternative_Universe-Ancient_Rome, Roman
      Legions, Lieutenant_Percy, Mpreg, Rimming, Anal_Sex, First_Time, Loss_of
      Virginity, Alternative_Universe-Slave/Master, Pregnant_Sex, Attempted
      Rape, but_its_not_by_Percy, Babies, roman!Percy, Or_Is_he?,
      protective!percy, Protective!Jason, Nanny!Reyna
  Series:
      Part 1 of Roman_Sky
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-08-12 Chapters: 1/? Words: 2116
****** When The Sun Rises ******
by DontGetTooCloseItsDarkInside
Summary
     Nico is bought as a virgin slave for Lieutenant Percy Jackson.
Notes
     i love ancient greek/ ancient rome au's and there's not enough
     Percico Mpreg in the world nor any Valgrace Mpreg and also dominant
     as hell roman percy fucking Nico into oblivion just needs to happen
Percy wasn’t known for his patience when he was angered, but at the moment he
was quite calm. He drank at a glass of wine Leo had made himself for his
master. Jason, the blond Legates, had given him some as a gift. He sat in his
room-away from the barracks because of his high rank-his back to the door and
the large freshly made bed that was covered in the finest silks and furs of all
kinds, all of them from animals he had hunted and skinned himself.
There came a hesitant knock. He didn’t hesitate to give the order for the
legion member to open the door. It did and he could almost feel the not one-but
two bodies that entered his quarters. One of them was calm but slightly
slurred-probably Dakota who had drunken to much wine once again, the other one
was much softer, but held an edge of nervousness. Percy slowly stood from his
chair and sat his glass down before casting the solider and the slave standing
next to him a glance.
He had wide brown eyes, slightly curled longish black hair-as black as the
solid, moonless and starless night, pale skin and a very short and nicely thin
stature. He was quite lovely, with his impossibly long black lashes and rose
red lips.
He hadn’t had time to go to the auction himself, as he had been training legion
members. So he had sent Dakota off to go find someone to his liking. He had had
only given a brief description of what he had wanted: a virgin young man.
“Are you sure he’s a virgin?” was all he asked. Dakota struggled to find his
wording for a moment before simply shrugging his shoulders and taking a long
drink from a flask. Percy rolled his eyes irritably and grabbed the slave by
the shoulder, forcing him to bend over the desk and throwing up his toga. The
young man whimpered the slightest bit but quickly silenced himself though he
could not stop himself from trembling.
These were good signs though; it meant he wasn’t used to being touched by
another man. He didn’t speak a word as he ran his fingers through the boys ass
cheeks and inspected his opening, which was pink and perfectly puckered without
any signs of anything entering it. Or so he could see. He forced a dry finger
threw his opening and listened in satisfaction as the boy stifled a cry of
pain. Percy put the boys toga back in place and straightened him up with a
strong hand on his shoulder.
“Very well.” He grabbed the very small sack from his desk and threw it at
Dakota, even in his drunken state he easily caught it. Most likely because it
was light and only contained a few coins in payment to the slave trade were
Percy was purchasing the boy. “Leave us.” Dakota nodded and took the sack with
him, closing Percy’s door for him.
The tall man turned towards the boy-who now belonged to him. He was standing
stock still in his worn out but fairly clean tan toga, his head down in a sign
of respect.
“How old are you?” he asked as he took a sip of wine.
“Fifteen.” The slave answered softly.
“What’s your name?” he asked, offering the cup over. The slave-surprised-took
the part of the cup that was offered between his lips and took a small sip
before Percy drew the cup back and sat it down on his desk.
“Nico.” The slave whispered softly, still not looking at him. That irritated
Percy. He hooked a callused finger underneath the boys chin and made him look
up at him. Percy inspected his features, trying to figure out where he was
from, because obviously he wasn’t a roman. He could tell simply by his demeanor
and voice.
“Where are you from, Nico?” he asked when he found he couldn’t figure it out.
The raven’s skin was so light, yet his hair and eyes were so dark. The boy’s
breath caught when he heard the question and he jerked his face out of Percy’s
grasp, looking down again and openly shaking.
Percy raised an eyebrow at that; he had never seen a slave who had defied their
master when they wanted something before. And clearly he had wanted Nico to
look up at him. So clearly he shouldn’t have looked away. He had never had a
slave before. Yet, at the same time, he didn’t want Nico to be afraid of him.
Leo and Jason seemed to have a healthy slave-master relationship. He would have
to ask Jason how to handle these types of things.
“Where are you from?” Percy repeated, his tone clearly telling he wanted an
answer.
Nico’s breath hitched. He sounded like he was crying. “Greece.” He whispered,
and then flinched, like he was expecting Percy to strike him. Percy didn’t
understand why though, he had heard Greek slaves were some of the best around.
“Are you educated then?” he asked curiously, leaning against the desk and
cocking his head a bit. Nico looked up at him threw his bangs curiously.
“I…Yes, master, I was. I am, I mean.” Nico said, looking up at him more
clearly, he watched as Nico’s eyes ranked over his tanned and long form briefly
before blushing high in his cheeks and ducking his head again. Percy smirked at
that. It was good to know that the boy wouldn’t be a hassle when it came to
sex.
“What do you know?” Percy asked, taking another sip of wine.
Nico played with the hem of his toga. “I…well…I’m very well trained in domestic
chores, including sewing, wine making and cooking. My father was a physician,
so I know quite a bit of that…and I was taught from fairly good teachers in
common subjects until the age of thirteen.”
Percy pursed his lips at that. “Well that’s good I suppose. Though you are my
slave, you’ll probably be working in the kitchens some nights and I might have
you assist some soldiers in something or other from time to time,” he waved his
hand, dismissing the subject. “But mostly you’ll be working aside Leo in the
gardens or sewing. Unless I require your personal company.”
Nico blushed at that, but nodded his head in understanding. “When…when will I
be expecting you master?”
“Tonight most likely.” He said, running his hands threw his hair. “For now,
I’ll have Leo show you to your quarters and he’ll explain things to you.” Nico
nodded and stood there in silence as Percy drained the rest of his wine, once
he was finished he walked to his door and opened it up, and almost immediately
a small young man, about a year or so older then Nico walked in. He had curly
dark brown hair, brown eyes and tanned skin and he smiled when he saw Nico.
“Dakota picked a nice one.” The slave said, Percy smirked and nodded in
agreement.
“Welcome him in,” Percy said, before nodding the two slaves out into the
hallway. “I have training to do.” He left them standing in the hall. Leo shot
him a smile once Percy had disappeared and took him by the wrist, leading him
down the hallway of the higher ranker’s quarters and then down a few flights of
stairs until they walls became dried mud and the floor was wood and the only
light came from torches and oil lamps lining the walls. The basement.
“It’s so quiet down here,” Leo said as they walked. “It might seem a little sad
now, but trust me, once you spend a few days around the legion you’ll learn to
love it.” Nico nodded, he already liked the quiet and dark, but he didn’t
mention that. Leo stopped in front of a door and opened it up, leading Nico
into the room.
It was very nice. Almost like his room back at home. It had a small, proper bed
in the corner, which was dressed in wool and thick blankets. A decent size skin
of some animal covered the wooden floor and there was a small chest at the end
of his bed and a small dresser against one of the walls.
“It’s very nice, right?” Leo asked brightly, leading them within and closing
the door behind them. “I knew Percy would be a good master. He’s a kind man,
just like Jason.” Leo’s eyes softened a bit at the man’s name while he went
over to the dresser and pulled something out. There was a black toga that was
three and half feet long, a gray blanket cloak, and a pair of decent clogs. All
standard slave wear, except a little bit nicer, even the toga length was
correct.
Nico’s eyes widened when Leo’s words registered. “You call your master by his
name?”
Leo’s eyes widened right back. “Of course I don’t. Well, not to his face. He
doesn’t care what I call him behind his back though. ‘Go ahead and call me a
donkey if it’s too your liking’ he says, he’s such a doll.” Leo put the new
garments in the boys arms and didn’t even blink when Nico started to strip down
and re dress himself. Once he was dressed Leo sat on the bed and patted it,
promptly Nico to sit with him.
“Now,” he said brightly. “Jason said Percy wanted me to tell you about your new
life.” He smiled at Nico. “It’s very nice here; well, as nice as it could be
with our life. The only one who can technically order you to do anything is
your master, so you don’t have to do anything any of the legion members tell
you to do, not even the general can order you around, because your Percy’s
property.” Leo paused and Nico nodded in understanding.
“I’m warning you know Nico, I’m really; really warning you; don’t believe
anything the legion members tell you. They’ll try to do to you what they tried
to do to me. I was bought a virgin slave by Jason as well. Several members of
the legion approached me one time, telling me Jason had said it was okay if
they had a turn with me. Of course, Jason had never said that. I was just lucky
he walked in before they actually did something.” Leo chuckled. “You should
have seen them afterwards, took them months to heal.” He shook his head in a
way that was nearly fond. “Anyways, Nico. Let’s discuss our duties.
“Most nights masters like company in some way or another, but if they do not we
rise at seven and if they do we rise when they do, as they like it when we stay
in their beds. Or at least Jason does, I’m not sure about Percy, but seems he
might be the type. The other slaves, the ones that usually cook the meals and
clean rise at five and that’s why they don’t like us, because we’re privileged
because we’re personally owned. I would stay away from them, Nico, really, they
might try to do something.
“During the day we sew and knit and we garden and clean our master’s rooms and
cook their meals specifically. We run errands for them and tend to them while
in meetings. We shine their armor and fix their sandals and sharpen their
swords. All basic things. We eat after they do in the garden outside of the
kitchens and then we go to them in their rooms and always ask if they would
like company before we go to bed ourselves. And we get paid.”
Nico’s eyes widened at that. “W-we do?”
Leo nodded. “Not very much, but it’s something. I do believe we get paid more
than the slaves that are owned by the legion, because as I said, we’re
privately owned. But I wouldn’t know none of them like to talk to me, so I can
only guess.”
Nico frowned a little bit. “None of them?”
“Well,” Leo said hesitantly. “There is one. But she isn’t exactly a normal
slave anymore, she more of a ..a nanny.”
Nico blinked. “What would a legion need a nanny for?”
Leo opened his mouth to respond before blushing brightly and shaking his head.
“Never mind that for now, Nico. We should go tend to the gardens; there are
figs that need to be picked for dinner.”
Nico was confused, but nodded anyways and got to his feet, following Leo out of
the room and back up the stairs.
He had to start his first day as the slave of Lieutenant Perseus Jackson.
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