Maybe smut warning-ish? Idk, what I'm doing, I've never had any sort of experience, and don't really want to. . . . Anyway, I'm sorry, but I can't write smut, I-yeah. You'll see.

Will POV

My eyes fluttered open again, and I sat bolt up when I realized I was alone.

"Nico?"

I slid off my bed, looking for my sweatshirt. Failing to find it, I rummaged in my closet until I found another one. Bonus points go to the person that comments/knows where it is! Slipping the hoodie on, I wriggled into it, before pumping my wings once, the sweatshirt falling into place. I opened my bedroom door walking to the bathroom to brush my teeth, and ran down the stairs, not even bothering to be quiet. I sauntered into the kitchen, and heard the angelic laugh of my raven haired boyfriend, and then my mom's happy laugh. I walked up behind Nico, pointer finger to my lips, to make sure mom didn't give me away.
"Hi Will."
I froze, and then fake glared at the back of Nico's head.

"How?" I asked, pressing my chest to his back, his wings spreading to the sides so I could.

He leaned into me laughing. "Magic."

I snorted but noticed the edge to his voice, and made a mental note to ask again later. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I whispered in his ear, "Well, now I know where my sweatshirt went." Nico shrugged, turning his head, and I heard his breath catch when he realized how close I was to him. His brown-almost black eyes glittering. I smirked, and he looked away flustered. I chuckled quietly next to his ear, sending shivers down his spine. I straightened, but made no move to step away from my boyfriend. I still couldn't believe it. Mine. All mine.
"Will!" Nico whined, and I blinked, realizing I'd buried my face in his neck, nuzzling him.
I pressed my lips against his neck, smiling and making sure my head was in my mom's view.

"Stop! Will, seriously!" Nico exclaimed, suppressing a giggle.

My mom laughed, and walked out of the kitchen. "Your siblings are out, your father's at work, and I'll be back this afternoon." She stopped and looked at me, a knowing look in her eyes, and an amused grin on her face. "Just be. . . safe."

Nico made a minuscule choking sound and turned red, but I heard it, and chuckled, arms still around his waist. The door slammed and I heard the lock click, and a smirk spread across my face. What am I doing? Where is this going? I have a bad feeling about this. . . . I'm sorry in advance

"Common." I said, and pulled him off the stool, practically dragging him up the stairs, to my room.

His blush hadn't faded, making him even more beautiful, his face glowing with the flush. I laughed a fake maniacal cackle as I closed and locked my bedroom door, and Nico let out a quick laugh, that was cut off as he gasped, when I tossed him on the bed. I pounced, landing in the push-up position, my wings falling gently like a landed parachute around us. I leaned down, brushing the tip of his cold nose with my lips.

"Will. . ." His voice was strained, but not in the way I'd hoped.
More in the way of distress, or warning. I pulled back to look at him.
"What's wrong Death boy?" He flushed at the old nickname, grumbling in protest to the nickname, and I decided to go back to using it, like we used to. "No, seriously, Death boy, what's troubling you?"
He glared at the nickname, but it was obviously dialed down, because I didn't budge.
"Nothing."
My eyes narrowed. "Liar."
"Don't worry about it, it's nothing." He bit his lip, and my eyes were once again drawn to the shimmering lip ring in the right corner of his light rose colored bottom lip.

My eyes flickered to his, and I saw his eyes staring at my lips, which I unconsciously wet, and his face burned. I smirked. It's not everyday I have Nico Di Angelo lying helplessly under me. So I decided to go as far as he allowed me to.
I leaned down, and gently pressed my lips to his. Nico's hand twirled into my hair, and he gave a small tug at my blonde curls. I let out a groan, his velvety-cold lips warming up against mine. I nipped his bottom lip, and he let out a gasp, lips parting enough to allow me to slip my tongue in, and one of his cold hands slid down my cheek, and rested against my neck. Our lips moved in sync, and I moved a hand into his hair, forcing his head to tilt up. I tugged on his lip ring, and he let out a groan, hand holding my shoulders. I gasped, as I was suddenly flipped into my back, Nico straddling me.

He smirked, running his hands down my chest, then back up. I gripped his waist, my smirk reflected back to me from his face. His wings fluttered nervously, despite his confident expression. I trailed my arms up his sides, sending shivers through him, and he leaned back down, our noses brushing. His hands splayed on my chest, and I looked at him, his eyes that look black from a distance, a swirling ocean of different browns. His long black lashes curling, skin pale, except for his slightly rosy lips, and I could see the faint marks, where freckles used to adorn his face. My hands slipped up his shirt, and I felt his muscles tense, but then relax. Nico's cold hands slid under my shirt, and I shivered.

I reached up, and pulled his head down, attaching our lips. He let out a groan, and tugged my hair in retaliation when I pulled on his lip ring.

"Will." He breathed, and my hand that wasn't on the side of hi face, slid higher under his shirt, brushing the bottom of his wings. His face turned red, and he gasped, panting as he broke our kiss.
I flipped us, so I was on top, and his legs falling away from my waist. He turned his head, pressing his cheek to the pillow, and I took advantage of his exposed neck. I leaned down, and pressed open mouthed kisses to his jaw, his hand twining into my hair, while the other gripped my back. His breathing was heavy, and he looked the happiest I'd seen him in a long time. He pushes my head away, just before I could leave a mark, smirking as I whined.

"Aw common Death boy," I nuzzled back into his neck.
"Sunshine. . ." He warned, and I lay my cheek against his neck.
His cold hands slid up my shirt again, but stayed still on my back. I flipped us, so he was laying on me, his arms now near his face, my arms around his waist.
He closed his eyes, smiling gently, and I traced random patterns across his back.
"Will?"
"Yeah Death boy."
"What now?" I glanced down, confused.
His brow was furrowed, though his eyes were closed.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean for us. For, for the person that killed my sister. He's going to be back Will, I just don't know when."
I kissed the top of his head, inhaling the smell of pomegranates, and chocolate. "We'll figure it out Love. I promise."
He flushed and gripped my shoulders tightly when I called him love, and I held him closer to me.
"For us, well, how about you say yes to being my boyfriend?"
A smile lit up Nico's face, and he pressed his lips to mine, in a short, sweet kiss.
"Yes."

This wasn't as good as the previous chapter, I'm sorry. Idk what happened.