•Nico•

As soon as midnight came, Nico was at the doors side. The summer breezes barely making a sound, and the harpies guarding the camp had finally seemed to pass out.

Nico swallowed, picking at his index fingers nail with his thumb nail. "Where is he?" He whispered to himself.

Then, as if someone had answered his prayers (who wasn't some psycho, rainbow addicted, quest giving, smart butt, most-likely-high, or power hungry god/goddess!), there was a soft knock on the door.

Hazel remained asleep, and Nico tried his best to quietly open the door. Thankfully, the hinges decided to stay silent.

"Nico?" James whispered, "James." He acknowledged quietly.

Nico took a deep breath, gathering up the courage for his next move.

"Come in." He ordered to James.

James, although nervous, started cautiously obeying.

Nico smirked once he was in the cabin. The moonlight shining from Hazel's window gave him an outline of his face.

He could see his eyes glimmer in the moonlight.

"You better get used to this." Nico told him.

"What-" Before James could even finish his sentence, Nico made his move.

Nico grabbed the back of his head, pulling it to his body. Their heights were the same, so he had no difficulty doing what he did next.

Next, Nico placed their foreheads together. He could feel James tense up, starting to sweat. "W-what are you doing?" He stammered, still whispering.

"Shh. You better get used to this." Nico whispered to him calmly.

Then, he pressed his lips into James's lips. Kissing him.

Nico Di Angelo was kissing James Cagel.