You are Will After the Stoll brothers had stolen Nico's curtains for some prank he had, after a torturous morning, stolen a filthy cardboard box from the kitchen, and unceremoniously pasted them up against his window. Now, evil glints of light still shined through the cracks between boxes. He threw his arm over his eyes, but sunshine still trickled into his vision. He rolled over, and sweet, dark, relief rolled over him. Nico sighed contently. Nothing could ruin the darkness, except, of course-"Nico!" Will "Nico!" Your fist banged on the cabin door, and, receiving no answer, the slight creak of the door opening flooded into the zombie-look-alike's ears, despite layers of padding, now enforced by fists. Footsteps thudded up to the cot, and as you leaned over, Nico could feel your breath on the back of his neck. It smelled sweet."Nico, it's time to get up." Nico could almost see your cocky grin as he whispered, "Doctors Orders" "I'm not sick." Will could barely hear Nico's voice through the mattress. He scratched his chin, like doctor rubbing his beard as he examined his patient."Hmm..."Nico ignored him."Hmm.."Nico ignored him."Hmm.."Nico held desperately onto the hope that the puckish blonde son of Apollo would leave Nico to sleep. Please. Pl-"Hmm…."This was the end of Nico's patience. He threw the covers off of his body, flipped over, and faced you, eyes burning with silent fury."What." He spat the word out like it was poison."I'm afraid you are going to die." Nico would have completely believed that he was going to drop dead, so serious was your tone, yet the smallest corner of his lip tugged in a mischievous grin. He decided to see where this would lead."Is there any cure?"The grin widened, and the sparkle in Will's eyes intensified."Yes."Their lips made contact, and Nico's protest was forgotten. "You'll live."Will pressed his lips up against Nico's, but this time gentler,"What was that one for, if I'm not gonna die?" "Me." This time it was Nico that made the lunge forward to connect Will's lips with his own.