# Chapter 3: The Power of Hypnosis Nico slipped into the dining pavilion alone, the words he'd overheard still burning in his mind. The weakest demigod Percy had ever seen. Someone Percy was trying to get rid of all day. A burden. Babysitting duty. He clenched his jaw as he made his way to the Hermes table, keeping his head down. The pavilion buzzed with activity—campers laughing, sharing stories, scraping portions of their meals into the central fire as offerings to the gods. Nico took his place at the crowded Hermes table, wedging himself between two older campers who barely acknowledged his presence. Connor Stoll passed him a plate of brisket and roasted vegetables. "Better eat up, new kid. Capture the flag tomorrow." Travis Stoll leaned across the table. "Yeah, you're gonna need your strength." He looked Nico up and down critically. "What are you good at anyway? Besides following Percy around?" The other Hermes campers snickered. Nico felt his cheeks burn but maintained his innocent facade. "I don't know yet," he said quietly, poking at his food. "I'm still figuring things out." "Well, figure faster," Connor advised. "Every cabin's gonna want to know what you bring to the table before they pick teams." Nico nodded and took a small bite of brisket, barely tasting it. He glanced across the pavilion to where Percy sat alone at the Poseidon table. The hero ate with gusto, occasionally looking up to wave or call out to friends at other tables. His damp golden curls caught the warm light from the torches overhead, creating a halo effect that only enhanced his godlike appearance. As Nico watched, Annabeth left her place at the Athena table and walked over to Percy. She sat down beside him, leaning close to say something in his ear. Percy laughed, his perfect white teeth flashing in a smile that made Nico's chest tighten with longing and resentment. "See something interesting?" Travis asked, following Nico's gaze. Nico quickly looked down at his plate. "No. Just looking around." Connor and Travis exchanged knowing glances. "Everyone stares at Percy," Travis said with a shrug. "He's like, the camp celebrity." "Remember when he came back from the Sea of Monsters with the Golden Fleece?" Connor added. "Or when he held up the sky?" "Or survived the Labyrinth?" "Or defeated Kronos?" The brothers continued listing Percy's accomplishments, each more impressive than the last. Nico pushed his food around his plate, his appetite gone. Every heroic deed they mentioned only reinforced what he already knew—Percy Jackson was extraordinary, powerful beyond measure, respected and admired by all. And he thought Nico was a burden. The meal progressed, and Nico observed how other campers gravitated toward Percy's table. Chiron usually enforced the rule about sitting with one's own cabin, but tonight he seemed to make an exception as more and more demigods clustered around the son of Poseidon. Percy stood up, demonstrating something with animated gestures. From the way he moved his arms, Nico guessed he was recounting his sparring match with Clarisse. His muscles flexed beneath his camp t-shirt as he pantomimed the disarming move, his audience gasping and applauding at the climax of the story. Even Clarisse, sitting with her Ares siblings, watched with begrudging respect. She scowled when Percy caught her eye, but didn't contradict his retelling. "You going over there?" Connor asked Nico. Nico shook his head. "I'll wait until it's less crowded." "Smart," Travis said. "Percy's cool and all, but his fan club can be intense." After dinner, most campers remained in the pavilion, reluctant to disperse while Percy held court. He stood in a cleared area, now demonstrating the disarming technique he'd used against Clarisse. Annabeth served as his partner, holding a practice blade as Percy showed the proper grip and foot positioning. "The key is timing," Percy explained, his voice carrying across the pavilion. "You want to catch them when they're fully committed to an attack." He moved in slow motion, showing how to redirect the momentum of an opponent's strike. His body flowed like water, each movement precise and controlled. Nico lingered at the edge of the group, cataloging every detail—the powerful set of Percy's shoulders, the confident stance, the ease with which he handled the practice sword. "Now at full speed," Percy said. He nodded to Annabeth, who lunged forward with her blade. In a blur of motion, Percy sidestepped, caught her wrist, and twisted. The practice sword clattered to the ground, and Percy stood with his own blade at Annabeth's throat. The gathered campers broke into applause and cheers. "That was amazing!" "Do it again!" "Can you teach me that move?" Percy grinned, lowering his sword. "It's all about practice. Annabeth could probably demonstrate it just as well." "Don't sell yourself short, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth said, retrieving her blade. "That move saved both our lives in the Labyrinth." Nico watched as Percy demonstrated the technique several more times with different volunteers. Each time, the hero moved with the same fluid grace, his body a perfect instrument of combat. His blue eyes sparkled with enjoyment, his smile widening whenever a camper successfully replicated the move. Gradually, the crowd began to thin as campers drifted away to evening activities or cabin duties. Percy continued working with a few dedicated students, his patience seemingly endless as he corrected stances and adjusted grips. Finally, only a handful of campers remained. Percy glanced at his watch and called an end to the impromptu lesson. "That's enough for tonight," he said. "We can pick this up again tomorrow after lunch." The remaining campers thanked him and dispersed, leaving Percy alone with Annabeth. They spoke quietly for a moment, then shared a brief kiss before Annabeth headed toward the Athena cabin. Percy turned, surveying the now-empty pavilion, and spotted Nico standing alone near a column. His expression shifted—just slightly, just for an instant—before settling into a friendly smile. "Hey, Nico," he called, walking over. "Didn't see you there." Nico offered a small smile in return. "I was watching your demonstration. That disarming move is really cool." "Thanks," Percy said. He rubbed the back of his neck, a gesture Nico had noticed he made when slightly uncomfortable. "Sorry about leaving you earlier. I needed to talk to Grover about some... camp business." Camp business. The lie came easily to him, reinforcing what Nico had overheard. He wanted to confront Percy, to throw his actual words back in his face—weakest demigod, babysitting duty—but that would accomplish nothing. Better to maintain the facade of innocence, to let Percy believe his deception successful. "It's okay," Nico said, looking down at his feet. "I understand." Percy seemed relieved by Nico's acceptance. "So, how was dinner? Did you meet any of the other Hermes kids?" "A few," Nico replied vaguely. "Connor and Travis seem nice, but the cabin is really crowded." "Yeah, Hermes always gets the overflow until new campers are claimed." Percy scratched his chin thoughtfully. "It should happen soon for you, though. The gods promised to claim all their children by thirteen after the Titan War." Nico hesitated, then decided to implement the next phase of his plan. "It's not just the crowding," he said softly. "I have trouble sleeping in new places. Especially with so many people around." Percy looked at him with sympathy. "That's tough. Took me a while to get used to camp too." "I was thinking..." Nico began, then trailed off as if unsure. "What is it?" Nico glanced up at Percy through his lashes, projecting vulnerability and focusing his hypnotic power. "I know it's against the rules, but... could I maybe stay in your cabin tonight? Just for one night?" He rushed on before Percy could answer. "The Poseidon cabin is so empty, and I thought it might be easier to sleep without twenty other people around. But if it's a problem, I understand—" "Whoa, slow down," Percy said, raising his hands. "It's not a big deal. I mean, yeah, technically we're supposed to stay in our assigned cabins, but..." He hesitated, and Nico could practically see the conflict in his eyes. On one hand, Percy clearly wanted to help what he perceived as a frightened, lonely child, and something in his mind was telling him to do it. On the other, he'd just admitted to Grover that he found Nico's constant presence exhausting. "Please?" Nico pressed, making his voice small. "I won't be any trouble. I just really need a good night's sleep." Percy's resolve visibly crumbled. "Okay," he said finally. "Just for tonight. But we need to be discreet about it. Chiron would definitely not approve." Nico allowed his face to light up with gratitude. "Thank you, Percy! I promise I won't get in your way." "It's fine," Percy said, waving off the thanks. "Honestly, it gets pretty lonely in there sometimes. Might be nice to have company for a change." They walked together toward the cabin area, passing other campers heading to the amphitheater for the nightly singalong. Percy greeted several as they passed, but didn't stop to chat, keeping a steady pace toward the low, sea-stone building that housed the children of Poseidon—currently only Percy himself. "It's not much," Percy said as they approached the cabin, "but it's home." From the outside, Cabin Three looked like a rough-hewn stone structure embedded with seashells and coral. The faint scent of salt water surrounded it, growing stronger as Percy pushed open the weathered wooden door. Nico stepped inside and looked around with genuine interest. The interior was simple but comfortable—several empty bunks along the walls, a saltwater fountain gurgling in one corner, fishing nets and various maritime implements hanging as decoration. Large windows offered a view of the sea, and the sound of waves seemed to permeate the space despite the closed door. "You can take any bunk," Percy said, gesturing to the empty beds. "They're all made up." Nico selected one near the window, setting down his small backpack of possessions. "This is nice," he said. "Peaceful." Percy nodded, moving to his own bunk, which was slightly messy with rumpled sheets and a few items of clothing scattered around. "Yeah, it has its perks." He started gathering his things, straightening up. "Sorry about the mess. Wasn't expecting company." "It's fine," Nico assured him. "Better than the Hermes cabin. I think someone was using my sleeping bag to store contraband candy." Percy laughed. "Sounds like the Stolls." He tossed a few dirty shirts into a hamper. "The bathroom's through there if you need it. Should be clean towels in the cabinet." Nico nodded, sitting on his chosen bunk. He ran his hand over the soft blue bedspread, thinking about the night ahead. Percy's mental barriers had weakened considerably since their first meeting. Tonight might be the perfect opportunity to deepen his hypnotic influence. "So," Percy said, sitting on his own bunk across from Nico's, "any idea who your godly parent might be?" Nico shrugged. "No clue. I'm not good at anything yet." "That's not true," Percy countered. "Everyone's good at something. We just have to figure out what your something is." The sincerity in Percy's voice almost made Nico feel guilty for his deception. Almost. "Maybe," Nico said noncommittally. "Or maybe I really am the weakest demigod at camp." Percy frowned. "Who told you that?" "No one had to tell me. I can see how everyone looks at me." Percy leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Look, Nico, being strong isn't just about physical power. Some of the most dangerous demigods I know wouldn't win an arm-wrestling contest. Annabeth's probably saved my life more times than I can count, and she doesn't bench press minotaurs." Nico looked up. "Really?" "Really," Percy affirmed. "Everyone finds their strengths eventually. It just takes time." The irony wasn't lost on Nico—Percy offering reassurance about hidden strengths, completely unaware of the power Nico already wielded over him. "Thanks, Percy," he said quietly. "That helps." Percy smiled, then stifled a yawn. "Sorry. Long day." "You should rest," Nico suggested. "I know the sparring match with Clarisse must have tired you out." "Yeah, I guess I am pretty beat." Percy stretched his arms overhead, his shirt riding up to reveal a strip of toned abdomen. "Mind if I grab a quick shower first?" "Go ahead," Nico said. "I'll get ready for bed too." Percy grabbed a clean t-shirt and shorts from a drawer, then disappeared into the bathroom. Soon, the sound of running water filled the cabin. Nico quickly changed into his sleep clothes—a simple black t-shirt and shorts—and sat cross-legged on his bunk. He closed his eyes, centering himself, preparing for what was to come. Morpheus had been clear: Percy's mind was strong, resistant to outside influence. Breaking through would require patience and precision. But tonight, Nico realized, he had an unprecedented advantage. Percy was tired from his day of training and combat. His guard was down in the comfort and privacy of his own cabin. And most importantly, he trusted Nico—viewed him as harmless, as someone to protect rather than fear. Maybe he could at least control him during his sleep. The water shut off, and a few minutes later, Percy emerged from the bathroom. His golden curls were damp, his bronze skin flushed from the heat of the shower. He wore a faded orange Camp Half-Blood shirt and blue boxer shorts, his powerful legs bare. "Bathroom's all yours if you need it," he said, running a towel over his hair. "Thanks," Nico replied. "I'm good for now." Percy tossed the towel over a chair and flopped onto his bunk with a contented sigh. "Man, nothing beats a hot shower after training all day." Nico watched as Percy stretched out on his bed, muscular arms folded behind his head, eyes closed. The hero looked completely relaxed, unguarded. Perfect. "You really were amazing today," Nico said softly. "The way you fought Clarisse, and then the swimming... I've never seen anyone move like that." Percy opened one eye, a slight smile on his lips. "Thanks. But like I said, everyone has their own strengths." "Can I ask you something?" "Sure." Nico hesitated, as if gathering courage. "How do you do it? Stay so calm in battle, I mean. Weren't you scared fighting Clarisse?" Percy propped himself up on one elbow, considering the question. "Not really. I mean, it was just a training match. But even in real battles, it's not about not being scared. It's about focusing through the fear." "I wish I could do that," Nico said wistfully. "Whenever I try to hold a sword, my hands shake so bad I can barely grip it." "That's normal for beginners," Percy assured him. "It gets easier with practice. Maybe tomorrow we can work on some basic sword techniques, something simple to build your confidence." Nico nodded eagerly. "I'd like that." Percy yawned again, wider this time. "Sorry. Guess I'm more tired than I thought." "You should sleep," Nico suggested. "We can talk more tomorrow." "Yeah, you're right." Percy lay back down, adjusting his pillow. "Good night, Nico. Sleep well." "Good night, Percy." Nico waited, watching as Percy's breathing deepened and evened out. The hero fell asleep quickly, his body relaxed, his handsome face peaceful in repose. After about fifteen minutes, Nico slipped off his bunk and approached Percy's sleeping form. He stood looking down at the son of Poseidon, taking in every detail—the way his golden curls fell across his forehead, the slight curve of his lips, the steady rise and fall of his powerful chest. In sleep, Percy looked younger, more vulnerable, yet no less beautiful. Nico realized that Percy's mental barriers had weakened enough for him to attempt hypnosis that night. With Percy deep in sleep, his mind open and unguarded, the opportunity was perfect. He was very far away of controlling his mind, he was too powerfull for that, but he could for sure control his body while sleeping. Tonight, he would finally have sex with his hero He sat gently on the edge of Percy's bunk, careful not to disturb the sleeping hero. Leaning close, he began to whisper, activating the power Morpheus had granted him. "Percy," he breathed, his voice soft but compelling. "Listen to my voice. Only my voice." Percy's breathing remained steady, giving no indication that he heard Nico's words. "You're sleeping deeply," Nico continued, "but you can hear me. My voice reaches through your sleep. My words sink into your mind." He watched Percy's face closely for any reaction. The hero's eyelids flickered almost imperceptibly. "As you listen to my voice, you sink deeper into relaxation. Your body feels heavy, too heavy to move. But your mind becomes more aware, more open to my words." Percy's breathing changed slightly, becoming slower and more controlled. Encouraged, Nico pressed on. "When I count to three, you'll enter a special state. You'll be aware enough to hear and obey my commands, but you'll remain deeply relaxed. You'll remember nothing when you wake up tomorrow. One... your mind opens to me. Two... your will becomes mine. Three... open your eyes but remain in this trance." Percy's eyelids slowly lifted. His blue eyes were visible but unfocused, staring blankly at the ceiling. His face remained slack, expressionless. Nico's heart pounded in his chest. It was working. Percy Jackson, the mightiest demigod of their generation, lay before him in a hypnotic trance, completely under his control. "Raise your right arm," Nico commanded, wanting to test the extent of his control. Slowly, mechanically, Percy lifted his right arm straight up toward the ceiling. The movement lacked his usual grace and fluidity, instead appearing robotic and controlled. "Good. Now lower it." Percy's arm returned to his side. "Sit up," Nico ordered. Percy's body responded, his core muscles engaging as he rose to a sitting position. His eyes remained unfocused, his expression vacant. He moved like a puppet controlled by invisible strings. Nico's mouth went dry at the sight. This powerful hero, this demigod who had defeated titans and monsters, now sat docile and compliant before him. The rush of power made Nico dizzy. "Remove your shirt," he commanded, his voice barely above a whisper. Without hesitation, Percy grabbed the hem of his Camp Half-Blood t-shirt and pulled it over his head. He dropped the garment beside the bed, then returned to his previous position, sitting upright with his hands resting on his thighs. Nico stared at Percy's exposed upper body. The moonlight streaming through the windows illuminated his bronzed skin, highlighting every curve and ridge of his perfectly developed musculature. His broad shoulders tapered to a narrow waist, his chest and abdomen defined by years of training and combat. A light dusting of golden hair ran down the center of his chest, darkening slightly as it disappeared beneath the waistband of his boxer shorts. Nico reached out hesitantly, his hand hovering inches from Percy's chest. He had dreamed of this moment for so long, yet now that it was here, he found himself almost afraid to touch the perfection before him. What if Percy suddenly woke up? What if the hypnosis wasn't strong enough? Gathering his courage, Nico placed his palm flat against Percy's chest, directly over his heart. He felt the steady, strong heartbeat beneath his hand, the warmth of Percy's skin radiating through his palm. Percy didn't react to the touch, his face remaining blank, his eyes unfocused. Emboldened, Nico began to explore, running his hands across Percy's shoulders, down his arms, feeling the hard muscle beneath smooth skin. He traced the contours of Percy's chest, the defined pectorals, the subtle ridges of his abdomen. Each touch confirmed what Nico already knew—Percy Jackson was physically perfect, a demigod in the truest sense of the word. "You're so beautiful," Nico murmured, more to himself than to Percy. "So strong." He moved his hands to Percy's back, feeling the broad expanse of muscle there, the defined shoulder blades, the dip of his spine. His fingers traced scars—evidence of battles fought and won, of monsters defeated. Each mark told a story of Percy's heroism, his sacrifices, his triumphs. Nico grew bolder with his exploration. He leaned forward and pressed his nose to the crook of Percy's neck, inhaling deeply. The scent was intoxicating—sea salt and something uniquely Percy, masculine and clean. He moved his nose to Percy's chest, breathing in again, then to his hair, filling his lungs with the hero's natural fragrance. "You smell amazing," Nico whispered. "Everything about you is perfect." He pulled back slightly, looking at Percy's vacant face. Those blue eyes that normally sparkled with humor and determination now stared emptily ahead, seeing nothing. The contrast between this passive vessel and the vibrant, heroic Percy that Nico admired made his heart ache momentarily. But he pushed the feeling aside, reminding himself that this was the only way Percy would ever be his. Nico leaned forward again, this time pressing his lips to Percy's neck. The skin was warm and smooth beneath his mouth. He kissed a path down to Percy's collarbone, then across to his shoulder. Percy remained motionless, neither responding to nor rejecting these attentions. Emboldened by the lack of resistance, Nico moved his lips to Percy's chest. He kissed a path down the center, pausing to flick his tongue over one nipple. The small nub hardened in response, a purely physical reaction that sent a thrill through Nico. He repeated the action on the other side, achieving the same result. He continued his journey downward, trailing kisses across Percy's abdomen, tracing the defined muscles with his lips and tongue. When he reached the waistband of Percy's boxer shorts, he paused, looking up at the hero's face once more. Percy still stared straight ahead, his expression unchanged. "Stand up," Nico commanded, moving back to give Percy space. Percy complied, rising mechanically from the bed to stand before Nico. In this position, the difference in their physiques became even more apparent. Nico, small and slight, looked up at Percy's tall, powerful frame. The top of his head barely reached Percy's shoulders. "Remove your boxer shorts," Nico ordered, his voice cracking slightly with nervous anticipation. Without hesitation, Percy hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and pushed them down. They fell to his ankles, and he stepped out of them, then resumed his previous stance, arms at his sides, eyes staring forward. Nico stared in awe at Percy's now fully naked body. The hero was as perfectly formed below the waist as above. His manhood hung impressively between powerful thighs, surrounded by a nest of golden curls that matched those on his head. Nico circled Percy slowly, taking in the view from all angles. The broad shoulders, the narrow waist, the firm buttocks, the strong legs—every inch of him was perfection. Nico had never seen anything so beautiful in his life. "Lie back down on the bed," Nico instructed. Percy turned and lay down on his back, arranging himself in the center of the mattress. His naked body stretched out before Nico, a canvas of bronze skin and defined muscle. Nico climbed onto the bed, kneeling beside Percy. He ran his hands down Percy's chest again, this time continuing past his stomach to the hero's groin. He hesitated only briefly before wrapping his fingers around Percy's manhood. It stirred at his touch, beginning to harden despite Percy's entranced state. "Your body responds to me," Nico whispered, fascinated by this physical reaction. "Even in hypnosis, you want this." He stroked Percy gently, watching as the hero's member swelled to its full impressive size. Percy's breathing deepened slightly, though his expression remained blank. Nico bent down, bringing his face close to Percy's erection. He inhaled deeply, taking in the musky scent, then tentatively extended his tongue, tasting the hero for the first time. The flavor was salty, not unpleasant. Encouraged, he took the tip into his mouth. He had never done this before, but instinct guided him. He moved his head up and down, taking in as much of Percy as he could manage, using his hand to stroke what wouldn't fit in his mouth. He was clumsy and inexperienced, occasionally letting his teeth scrape against sensitive skin, but he made up for his lack of technique with enthusiasm. Percy's body responded despite his trance state. His hips occasionally twitched, pushing himself deeper into Nico's mouth. His breathing grew heavier, and a light sheen of sweat appeared on his skin. Yet his eyes remained unfocused, his conscious mind still unreachable. After several minutes, Nico pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Percy's erection stood proudly, glistening with saliva. Nico looked at it, then at his own body, suddenly aware of the differences between them. Percy was a hero, a warrior, his body a testament to his strength and prowess. Nico was small, skinny, unremarkable. But tonight, the power dynamic was reversed. Tonight, Percy Jackson belonged to him. Nico quickly removed his own clothes, dropping them beside the bed. Naked, he straddled Percy's thighs, positioning himself just below the hero's erection. He spit into his hand and reached behind himself, preparing his own body as best he could. "You will not wake up," he reminded Percy. "You will not remember any of this. But your body will serve me." Taking a deep breath, Nico raised himself up and grasped Percy's erection, guiding it to his entrance. He lowered himself slowly, wincing at the initial pain. Percy was large, and Nico was inexperienced. The intrusion burned, causing him to pause halfway. "You feel so big," he gasped, adjusting to the stretch. "So perfect." After a moment, he continued his descent, not stopping until he had taken all of Percy inside him. He sat fully seated on the hero's hips, impaled on his manhood, feeling fuller than he ever had before. The pain gradually subsided, replaced by a sensation of pressure and fullness that wasn't entirely unpleasant. Nico began to move, lifting himself up and lowering back down in a slow rhythm. He braced his hands on Percy's chest for support, feeling the hero's heartbeat beneath his palms. With each movement, the sensations intensified, pain giving way to pleasure. He watched Percy's face as he rode him, looking for any sign of awareness or pleasure. The hero's breathing had grown heavier, his skin flushed, but his eyes remained unfocused, staring at nothing. His body responded while his mind remained absent, a contradiction that both thrilled and disappointed Nico. "I wish you could see me," Nico whispered, increasing his pace. "I wish you could feel how good this is." He leaned forward, changing the angle, and gasped as Percy's manhood struck something inside him that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through his body. He aimed for that spot again and again, his movements becoming more frantic, less controlled. The pleasure built within him, a tightening coil in his abdomen that demanded release. He wrapped a hand around his own erection, stroking in time with his movements. Percy's body moved beneath him, his hips occasionally thrusting upward as if seeking greater depth, guided by instinct rather than conscious desire. Nico's climax hit him suddenly, white-hot pleasure exploding through his body. He cried out, his back arching, his inner muscles clenching around Percy's manhood. His release spilled onto Percy's stomach in hot, white spurts. As he came down from his peak, Nico realized that Percy hadn't finished. The hero remained hard inside him, his body still seeking its own completion. Determined to fully experience Percy, Nico began moving again, ignoring his own oversensitivity. "Finish for me," he commanded, his voice breathless but firm. "Release inside me." Percy's hips bucked upward with more force, his body responding to the command even as his mind remained entranced. His breathing grew ragged, his movements more erratic. Finally, with a grunt that was the first sound he had made since entering the trance, Percy reached his climax. Nico felt the pulsing inside him, the warmth of Percy's release filling him. For a moment, Nico remained seated on Percy, both of them breathing heavily. Then, carefully, he lifted himself off the hero's softening member, wincing slightly at the empty feeling and the trickle of warmth that followed. He climbed off the bed on shaky legs and went to the bathroom, wetting a washcloth with warm water. He cleaned himself first, then returned to Percy, who remained in the same position, staring blankly at the ceiling. Gently, Nico cleaned Percy's stomach and groin, removing all evidence of their encounter. He located Percy's discarded boxer shorts and carefully pulled them back onto the hero's legs. Then he helped Percy sit up and put his t-shirt back on. "Lie down again," Nico instructed. "Return to your normal sleeping position." Percy obeyed, arranging himself as he had been before Nico began the hypnosis. Nico adjusted the blankets, pulling them up to cover Percy's chest, making everything appear normal. Nico put his own clothes back on, then sat on the edge of the bed again. He still had one important suggestion to plant before ending the session. "Percy," he said softly, "listen carefully. When you wake up tomorrow, you will feel rested and refreshed. You will remember nothing of what happened tonight. But you will feel comfortable having me in your cabin. In fact, you will want me to stay here again tomorrow night, and every night after that. You will find reasons to invite me back. You will convince yourself it's your idea. Do you understand?" Percy gave a small nod, the first acknowledgment he had made during the entire encounter. "Good," Nico said. "Now, when I count to three, you will fall into a deep, natural sleep. You will wake up tomorrow morning at your usual time, remembering nothing of this. One... you're getting sleepy. Two... your eyes are closing. Three... sleep now." Percy's blank eyes closed, and his breathing quickly settled into the rhythm of natural sleep. Nico watched him for several minutes, making sure the transition was complete. Satisfied that Percy was now truly asleep and the hypnotic suggestion had taken hold, Nico climbed into Percy's bed. His body ached pleasantly, still tingling from the encounter. He pulled the blankets up to his chin and turned on his side, facing Percy's sleeping form. He had done it. He had finally had sex with Percy Jackson. And while it wasn't the fully conscious encounter he might have dreamed of, it was still more than he had ever thought possible. Percy's body had responded to him, had given him pleasure, had found release inside him. And thanks to his final suggestion, this wouldn't be a one-time experience. Percy would invite him back tomorrow night, and the night after that. Each time, Nico could deepen his control, pushing the boundaries of what the hypnotized hero would do for him. As sleep began to claim him, Nico found himself smiling. He drifted off while watching the rise and fall of Percy's chest, puting his head on top of the mighty pectorals, looking forward to waking up in the arms of his great hero.