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#and inspired by our ehem interesting convo
avaetin · 6 months
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Nicobaster: (@drksanctuary you might like this)
All of their firsts were initiated by Nico.
It's not that Alabaster's disinterested of intimacy with Nico. It's just that... it's Nico di Angelo. That one person whom Alabaster once thought was beyond his reach. That one person whom Alabaster was convinced he could never have beyond his wildest fantasies.
Nico di Angelo was his personal god. He was the only one he ever worshipped and will ever worship.
For the longest time, a part of him believed it's a dream. So much so that the first time he held one of Nico's hands, his hand trembled with so much reverence and gentleness, as if he were afraid that Nico would shatter against his grasp. It was the same when he first embraced the son of Hades. The same when he first kissed his soft, petal-shaped lips.
All of these were initiated by Nico. His Nico.
His.
His.
His.
The change didn't happen overnight. It had been gradual. It was, to put into perspective, as if Alabaster realised that he could finally have what he wanted, and nothing and no one could take it away - not even the gods. That he could take and take and take, and it would continue to be his and his alone.
There was still reverence and gentleness in his touch, but there was also a hunger. An insatiable hunger. Something primal that snarled, "Mine!" as he devoured every inch of that once untouched canvas, leaving indelible marks every time he unravelled the god underneath him with his lips and tongue and touch. Something primal that snarled, "Mine!" as he engraved his god's flavour into his memory, let their shared sin coat his tongue like the world's sweetest nectar.
There's a lingering fear in the back of Alabaster's mind that perhaps Nico would one day be his ruin. But, until that day comes, let him ruin his god meticulously - piece by (precious) piece.
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Bonus:
What Alabaster didn't know was the fact that he was Nico's personal god as much as he was his. But perhaps, eventually, he'd come to see the same awe and reverence in those russet-brown eyes as he admired them from his rightful place above the son of Hades.
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