[Fanfiction] Olives and Detergent and... Cat... LAST PART
Title: Olives and Detergent and... Cat...
Author: tamerlorika
Recipient: genaminna
Original prompt: Greece is being interviewed for enhancing Japan-Greece relations throughout his nation (he is listing ideas on what to do to improve them). Japan is coming over to sightsee around Greece's land, but they are being followed/interviewed by paparazzi along the way. Japan gets embarrassed, saying that people will find out that they're countries, but he's more worried about people thinking that they're a couple. Including Japan denying some of Greece's "ideas", possibly hurting him in the process (Greece not thinking they were as 'close' as he previously thought)
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Greece, Japan; Greece/Japan
Genre: Romance, Fluff, General
Rating: T+ for Heavy make-outs and allusions to sex
Aaaandd…. This is the last chapter! Sorry it took me so long, but I really hope that you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing!!!
Oh, quick note - I’m using Japanese honorifics in this chapter to signal Kiku’s sudden feeling of awkwardness. I know I had not used them before, but in my head-canon Herakles has been trying to break him of the habit for years, and it is only in times of duress that he forgets himself and uses them. And for some reason he calls him “Hera” in his head.
Please enjoy *bows*
Kiku stood in the middle of the empty kitchen and yelled, his words crashing together in a tide more confused than the tangles of his own emotions but if Herakles walked away from him now Kiku knew, illogically and desperately and he knew that he’d never see the man again.
“HeraklespleasecomebackpleaseIDOLOVEYOU-”
Herakles appeared in the doorway, even his half-smile gone. He looked tired. He looked like he was barely holding it together. Herakles hand never seemed so fragile.
“Don’t say that, Kiku.”
“But I -”
“Don’t. Its okay. I didn’t mean to put you in the spot and you don’t need to feel guilty.”
“I don’t feel guilty!”
“Kiku…”
Herakles looked at him with such kindness in his eyes , such blistering care and selflessness that Kiku could not stand it, he was overwhelmed with shame and guilt for causing the hopelessness that lingered in his eyes.
“Kiku, please stop talking. Words only seem to make things worse.”
“Then I won’t use words.”
Kiku was past the point of caring about anything other than getting Herakles to understand. He reached up, grabbed Herakles’ collar, and yanked him down until they were face to face. He stared into the other’s surprised eyes and dared him to resist.
And then Kiku kissed him, as hard as he possibly could.
Herakles’ eyes widened but Kiku didn’t see, as his own lids were screwed tightly shut, fingers fisted in Herakles’ shirt, lips pressed firmly together.
After a long, long pause… Herakles kissed back.
Immediately, Kiku let go of Herakles’ shirt and wrapped his arms around his neck and leaned into his chest and he felt as Herakles smiled into the kiss, wrapping his own arms around Kiku’s slim hips and pulling the two together so that hey were flush against each other, no space between, kissing in the kitchen.
They broke for a moment, breathing heavily but neither daring to bring up those deceptive, painful words again. It was understood. It was as it should be.
Herakles gave in first, leaning into kiss Kiku again, bringing his fingers up to rest on the Asian’s face - middle finger gently against the corner of his eyes, thumb brushing below his lip. It made Kiku shiver and he hesitantly brought his own hands up to tangle in Herakles’ hair, movements eager but still somehow unsure.
Kiku felt warm wetness against his lips. Herakles was running his tongue along the bottom one and Kiku let out a surprised breath, opening his mouth lightly and Herakles nudged his tongue inside. The Greek pushed his free hand into Kiku’s hips, guiding him backwards until he was pressed against the counter.
But there he stopped, not forcing the kiss any more, as if waiting for Kiku to adjust, to give him permission. Kiku was acutely aware of the fiery points of pressure where their bodies touched, and he found himself increasingly impatient.
He wasn’t very experienced in kissing - strike that, he had no experience, beyond the occasional groping from Yong Soo - but he had read enough BL manga to know, vaguely, what to do next.
Reaching out soft hands, he began to unbutton Herakles’ dress shirt, slipping fingers inside to run up and down the cut plains of Hera’s chest, mapping valleys and mountain ranges. Herakles broke the kiss with a hiss of pleasure and seemed to melt a little. He cocked an eyebrow with a n expression equal parts amusement and arousal.
Kiku blushed slightly and focused on the land under his fingertips. “I’ve…always wanted to touch you like this,” he admitted in a near-whisper, still not trusting what came out of his mouth.
Herakles’ sated smile never looked so sexy as he lifted Kiku so that he man was sitting on the kitchen counter, then undoing his shirt so that he could kiss his chest like he had that morning. And it didn’t stop there - Herakles’ warm lips moved down in a lazy arc, across Kiku’s chest and down his stomach. Kiku leaned back on his hands, closing his eyes and biting his lip.
Herakles looked up.
“You don’t have to be quiet,” he said, placing soft fingers against Kiku’s lips, then letting them wander further down. Kiku shivered and stiffened a little as the fingers reached the hem of his pants.
“H-Hera-?” he panted.
Herakles paused, staring at Kiku’s clouded face.
“Kiku,” he breathed. “Don’t be scared. Trust me, okay?”
“I’m not scared,” he said as he fought for breath at the slow-burn touch against his skin. “I just… have never… “
“I promise, I will take care of you.”
Kiku never imagined it would be like this - his first time, pressed against Herakles’ Formica countertop. Post-storm sunlight, impurities scrubbed away by the clouds, flickered into the room through the wide, veiled window above them.
It passed comfortably like warm honey, golden and unbearably sweet.
Slowly - for they had always, always done thing slowly - two became one.