Um, no bonuses. But hopefully no one will mind. And I'm using their human names because God help everyone if I have to type out 'the Ottoman Empire' like eighty times. ----
It had never crossed Sadiq's mind that he was incredibly lucky that Heracles was naturally inquisitive. Most times his thirst for knowledge and adventures in philosophy were at odds with Sadiq--simply because the brat posed the most hauntingly soul-shattering hypothetical questions when Sadiq was just trying to sleep or eat his dinner in fucking peace without having to ponder the dichotomy of good and evil and whether trees had souls for fucking fuck's sake--but regardless. Sometimes the brat's curiosity had its benefits, and such benefits snuck up on Sadiq much the same way the pitfalls did.
"What do the tellaks do?"
Sadiq had just finished dismissing the aforementioned boys from the steamy room when the question reached his ears. "Eh?"
"I mean, I know they bring the soaps and oils," Heracles went on, glancing down at his own basket of lovely little bottles. "But that's hardly a skill, less so one that has to be confined to a specific type of person--I mean, why not women? Or older men? Surely they could be trained as well, couldn't they?"
Sadiq just stared at the young man on the stone slab, kicking his feet back and forth as he worked over his latest hypothesis. What did the tellaks do? Was he really asking that? "...what... what do you think?" Sadiq felt fairly self-conscious all of a sudden--and that was saying a lot for someone whose favorite pastime--after kicking Austria's ass--was traipsing naked around the hamam.
A shrug. "I think they probably to have sex with the customers--you're all kinda funny about that. Like it's suddenly okay if they're not Turkish-born or from a rich family--" A strong hand clapped over Heracles' mouth, despite the room being private for the two of them.
"Brat! Shut it!" Sadiq wrenched his palm away when Heracles bit it.
"So I'm right, aren't I?" He glared, setting his little basket of soaps aside. "That's what you come here for all the time, isn't it?"
"Didn't say that," Sadiq muttered, rubbing at his temples. "Don't put fuckin' words in my mouth." Goddamnit, if he'd never met a more infuriating... At least Gupta kept his trap shut most days, and Elizaveta stayed locked up in her room, and--
"What do the tellaks do?"
"Eh?"
"What do they do, exactly?" Heracles shrugged, his feet still kicking back and forth, hands splayed back on the cool marble behind him. His casual posture belayed no nakedness; he may as well have been wearing full janissary regalia. "I'm curious."
Sadiq stared at him. This was either a delicious, golden, wonderful opportunity, or a dirty, nasty trick that was going to end up with his head smashed into the wall. He settled for; "...oh?" and a cautiously optimistic raised eyebrow.
"Mmmhm."
That response worked neither for nor against Sadiq's favor. Damnit; he would have to rely on logic for this one. Crap. Logically, he knew Heracles liked sex, liked peeling each piece of clothing off Sadiq's body after a particularly brutal battle until only the mask remained; he liked touching Sadiq's wounds and tentatively licking at them, making Sadiq sit still and wait patiently while he explored. And even though they'd only done it a few times--once out of lust, once out of spite, and again just to prove they could--Sadiq knew he liked fucking Heracles senseless, into a wall, into his plush bed, or into the rug by the hearth. And he also knew that he was dangerously close to growing hard already, and logic could go die in a fire, so there. That settled it.
Re: Naturally Inquisitive [2/?]
anonymous
April 20 2010, 06:27:12 UTC
"C'mere," Sadiq grinned--wolfishly, confidently--reaching a hand out to point. "Get me the blue bottle." Heracles did just that, eyes lighting up with a hint of excitement. "Now turn over, like that time on the rug." He saw Heracles blush at that, blush at the memory of Sadiq's cock in his ass, fingernails stroking pretty lines down his back that bloomed red. Sadiq guided him on the marble table, lifting Heracles' ass to the air. "First I'll show ya, then you try."
The blue bottle's contents spilled out onto his hand--a soft, pleasant aroma with just the barest hint of spice--and he placed a knee upon the marble. "Normally," Sadiq murmured, leaning forward to kiss the back of Heracles' neck, "the tellak are submissive, pliant, and obedient." He let just a sliver of darkness creep into his voice, just a sliver of unbridled desire. "Which you ain't."
Heracles shivered at the next kiss, at the next after that, trailing down his spine.
"And they touch you with trained fingers, here." Sadiq reached between the parted legs, softly wrapping a slick hand around the half-hard erection. He grinned into Heracles' warm skin as he moaned. "And like this," he went, slow, careful thrusts, milking Heracles gently to his fullness. "And they are very, very good at what they do." Sadiq reveled in the little mewls coming from his pet--that's what Heracles was like that; a pet, pretty and on open display, only a bejeweled collar missing--and he kissed, kissed down the back, warm with sweat. "They are listed by price and pleasure. You could become quite skilled at this," Sadiq murmured into the small of Heracles' back, the slight dimples there, pumping Heracles' cock with quickening strokes. "You could, I think. Would you like that?"
There was a strangled sob that made Sadiq regret being unable to see the pretty, flushed face. "Sh-shut up!" Heracles tried to piston his hips forward to fuck at Sadiq's steady palm, but Sadiq caught him with his other hand.
Ah, but perhaps he'd been wrong. "Disobedient," Sadiq sighed pleasantly. He was already achingly hard. "A rough mouth," he murmured, nuzzling the sensitive skin on the back of a thigh. "And not nearly submissive enough." His tongue darted out and he began to kiss the back of Heracles' leg, the juncture between ass and thigh--and he moaned and whined, just like the last time; such pretty sounds!--and suck and bite and leave all manners of purple and red marks that would make Sadiq grin the next time he saw them.
A last, beautiful strangled sob tore from Heracles' throat, bounced off the marble walls and clouds of steam. Lazily, Sadiq opened an eye and watched between the legs as he pumped Heracles to completion, as his come hit the marble slab.
When the final shivers worked through Heracles' body, Sadiq roughly picked him up from the slab and set him on the floor. He was just the right height on his knees. "Now show me what you've learned," he murmured.
With a look that was half-defiant, half-drunk with the remnants of ecstasy, Heracles managed to find the little blue bottle and begin. He wrapped his hand around Sadiq's cock, and it was a warm, hesitant palm that brushed soft skin up and down, forward and back. It made Sadiq's breath hitch, made him think fleetingly of the time he'd had Heracles pinned to the library wall and finally had his way.
"Like this?" Heracles' small words trembled on Sadiq's cock as he stared at it through heavy-lidded eyes, fascinated. "Is this good?"
Sadiq just groaned and grabbed at damp locks, planting his feet to the floor. "Shuttup," he hissed as his hips jerked forward in tiny movements in time with Heracles' tentative pulls. "Do it faster--tighten up your hand." Heracles obeyed, all the while staring with rapt attention that made Sadiq even harder. He watched as the diligent student slowly lifted his free hand to gently cup Sadiq's balls, roll them in his palm--they fit perfectly--and Sadiq was really deep into it as something hot and tight pooled at his belly. He wanted to come all over that face--those dark eyelashes, the pink cheeks, those lips that would eventually learn how to suck him dry.
He had no idea if Heracles was teasing him--if he had even learned that trick yet--when he glanced up and whispered, "Am I doing well? Am I good?"
Re: Naturally Inquisitive [3/3]
anonymous
April 20 2010, 06:28:03 UTC
Fuck. Sadiq groaned, tightened his fingers in the damp hair. "The best." His free hand--still slick from earlier--shot out and wrapped around Heracles', pumping his cock. Dizzyingly beautiful green eyes widened and watched the joined hands, watched them jerk Sadiq's cock with quick, efficient, almost brutal strokes. All Sadiq could think was come on his face come on his face come on his face come on his--and Sadiq did, long, hot ropes of white splashing onto dark eyelashes, pink cheeks, and rose-hued lips that would learn to sing his name like a mantra when Sadiq fucked him.
Through the haze of orgasm, through the tremors that wracked his body, Sadiq realized he may have yanked Heracles' hair too tight, for there was a pained look about him. He blinked, a glob of white falling from an eyelash, and when it hit his thigh a look of anger began to overtake the one of pain.
Shit. Sadiq released him from his grasp. "Th' fuck didja think was gonna happen if ya kept your face there?"
He'd never been one for tact. At least... not this soon after and orgasm that messed his brain up something good.
And the look on Heracles' face turned to fury--the kind where someone was liable to get punched in the balls. "I hate you!"
"Shuttup, don't be like that," Sadiq muttered. Quickly, he pulled the smaller body up from the floor--"Leggo! You, you brute!"--and sat on the marble slab with Heracles in his lap. "Quit fidgeting, brat." Sadiq kept one arm wrapped about the slender waist--it fit perfectly, just the right size about the hipbones--and with his free hand he held Heracles' jaw, wiping away come and licking and kissing away the rest. It tasted particularly foul, but was much better than, say, a kick in the balls. Sadiq licked the last strand from the corner of Heracles' lips, kissing them briefly for the hell of it.
Heracles stilled, mouth agape.
"There," Sadiq grumbled, inspecting his work. "Don't you fuckin' tell any of the others."
"You..." Heracles swallowed, allowing his hands to settle on Sadiq's broad shoulders. "You don't do that with the tellaks... do you?"
Sadiq frowned. "What's that matter?" He was more than wary of the deep, calculating look being given to him.
"Idiot." Regardless, Heracles leaned forward and planted a kiss right between his eyes.
"Hmph." They should probably go to the baths once more. "Wanna learn what the köçekler do?"
"The what?"
Sadiq kept his face straight as best he could. "The boys who dance."
"...you're a monster."
Sadiq barked out a laugh at that and found himself strangely flattered.
Re: Naturally Inquisitive [3/3]
anonymous
April 20 2010, 11:14:35 UTC
Oooh, this was really wrong and hot. I love your characterisation of both of them. Greece does strike me as the kind of little boy who'd be very naturally inquisitive, particularly about his culture (we see him looking for Mama Greece's artefacts) and the cultures around him. And now I feel like a total pervert for finding that cute.
Turkey is brash and at the same time such a dork. So canon ♥ Plus I learned some new things about the treatment of homosexuality in the Ottoman Empire. I like my edutainment with red hot smut.
Re: Naturally Inquisitive [3/3]
anonymous
April 20 2010, 20:08:15 UTC
This was both hot and educational. And oh God your characterization made me smile like a dork. I love your Turkey voice, and, Greece? Pretty sure trees don't have souls. But cats totally do.
authoranon here
anonymous
April 20 2010, 16:06:12 UTC
!!!
I'm glad you noticed--sometimes when I write I'm secretly hoping there's, like, a history prof who's reading this and is going to give me a grade at the end. /pathetichistorystudentispathetic
Joining in the handbasket...
anonymous
April 20 2010, 20:16:46 UTC
Seems a rather good way to go, really.
What I adore so much is Heracles's characterization: youthful, contemplative, constantly swerving on passive aggression. He's got so much more wonderful depth than the usual- ah, victim of shotacon fics, with snark but genuine curiosity.
Sadiq makes me hot. Very hot. -fans self- Sensual, gruff, short-tempered and utterly authoritative.
And the smut? Hits all the right spots. Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I'll have to jump into an ice bucket to calm down....
author anon here
anonymous
April 20 2010, 20:51:04 UTC
What I adore so much is Heracles's characterization: youthful, contemplative, constantly swerving on passive aggression. He's got so much more wonderful depth than the usual- ah, victim of shotacon fics, with snark but genuine curiosity.
Thank you for your comment, I appreciate it--I am so, so, so not a shota fan, but my love for Turkey/Greece overcomes that and pretty much every other squick I have. I am mortified that I wrote this and will probably never de-anon, ever, even though I'm pretty fucking obvious already. orz
Re: author anon here
anonymous
April 21 2010, 01:43:20 UTC
Funny thing is, given Heracles's demeanor and actions, he reads as a rather mature teenager or so, not a child, even though logically he'd be that slightly scruffy little boy in a smock who snarks out Turkey.
-cough- I only unbend on shota for Hetalia. If only because mentally the Nations are probably older, even if they aren't physically.
-pats- It's up to you whether you want to de-anon or not, but I wouldn't feel too bad about it. I haven't done much shotacon, only implied (China and young Korea) but I've written more explicit lolicon for Hetalia (albeit, not as porn).
Re: Naturally Inquisitive [3/3]
anonymous
April 25 2010, 08:34:19 UTC
Oh my, this is really, REALLY hot. Turkey/Greece is one of my fav Hetalia pairings (second fav, actually) and I don't mind the shota (I don't usually read it, but Hetalia is just special XD). Their interactions with each other are pure gold and I love their spats. Oh, the last convo is such a pure gold.
I LOVE your Turkey. Sadiq is hot, nuff said. And you made him even more so. Yes, he's quite a perverted old man, but he's also snarky and dorky and just...sexy *fans self*
THANK YOU, ANON!!! Can't never have enough Turkey/Greece fics here :P
Um, no bonuses. But hopefully no one will mind. And I'm using their human names because God help everyone if I have to type out 'the Ottoman Empire' like eighty times.
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It had never crossed Sadiq's mind that he was incredibly lucky that Heracles was naturally inquisitive. Most times his thirst for knowledge and adventures in philosophy were at odds with Sadiq--simply because the brat posed the most hauntingly soul-shattering hypothetical questions when Sadiq was just trying to sleep or eat his dinner in fucking peace without having to ponder the dichotomy of good and evil and whether trees had souls for fucking fuck's sake--but regardless. Sometimes the brat's curiosity had its benefits, and such benefits snuck up on Sadiq much the same way the pitfalls did.
"What do the tellaks do?"
Sadiq had just finished dismissing the aforementioned boys from the steamy room when the question reached his ears. "Eh?"
"I mean, I know they bring the soaps and oils," Heracles went on, glancing down at his own basket of lovely little bottles. "But that's hardly a skill, less so one that has to be confined to a specific type of person--I mean, why not women? Or older men? Surely they could be trained as well, couldn't they?"
Sadiq just stared at the young man on the stone slab, kicking his feet back and forth as he worked over his latest hypothesis. What did the tellaks do? Was he really asking that? "...what... what do you think?" Sadiq felt fairly self-conscious all of a sudden--and that was saying a lot for someone whose favorite pastime--after kicking Austria's ass--was traipsing naked around the hamam.
A shrug. "I think they probably to have sex with the customers--you're all kinda funny about that. Like it's suddenly okay if they're not Turkish-born or from a rich family--" A strong hand clapped over Heracles' mouth, despite the room being private for the two of them.
"Brat! Shut it!" Sadiq wrenched his palm away when Heracles bit it.
"So I'm right, aren't I?" He glared, setting his little basket of soaps aside. "That's what you come here for all the time, isn't it?"
"Didn't say that," Sadiq muttered, rubbing at his temples. "Don't put fuckin' words in my mouth." Goddamnit, if he'd never met a more infuriating... At least Gupta kept his trap shut most days, and Elizaveta stayed locked up in her room, and--
"What do the tellaks do?"
"Eh?"
"What do they do, exactly?" Heracles shrugged, his feet still kicking back and forth, hands splayed back on the cool marble behind him. His casual posture belayed no nakedness; he may as well have been wearing full janissary regalia. "I'm curious."
Sadiq stared at him. This was either a delicious, golden, wonderful opportunity, or a dirty, nasty trick that was going to end up with his head smashed into the wall. He settled for; "...oh?" and a cautiously optimistic raised eyebrow.
"Mmmhm."
That response worked neither for nor against Sadiq's favor. Damnit; he would have to rely on logic for this one. Crap. Logically, he knew Heracles liked sex, liked peeling each piece of clothing off Sadiq's body after a particularly brutal battle until only the mask remained; he liked touching Sadiq's wounds and tentatively licking at them, making Sadiq sit still and wait patiently while he explored. And even though they'd only done it a few times--once out of lust, once out of spite, and again just to prove they could--Sadiq knew he liked fucking Heracles senseless, into a wall, into his plush bed, or into the rug by the hearth. And he also knew that he was dangerously close to growing hard already, and logic could go die in a fire, so there. That settled it.
"So you wanna know?"
Heracles met his eyes with an even gaze. "I do."
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The blue bottle's contents spilled out onto his hand--a soft, pleasant aroma with just the barest hint of spice--and he placed a knee upon the marble. "Normally," Sadiq murmured, leaning forward to kiss the back of Heracles' neck, "the tellak are submissive, pliant, and obedient." He let just a sliver of darkness creep into his voice, just a sliver of unbridled desire. "Which you ain't."
Heracles shivered at the next kiss, at the next after that, trailing down his spine.
"And they touch you with trained fingers, here." Sadiq reached between the parted legs, softly wrapping a slick hand around the half-hard erection. He grinned into Heracles' warm skin as he moaned. "And like this," he went, slow, careful thrusts, milking Heracles gently to his fullness. "And they are very, very good at what they do." Sadiq reveled in the little mewls coming from his pet--that's what Heracles was like that; a pet, pretty and on open display, only a bejeweled collar missing--and he kissed, kissed down the back, warm with sweat. "They are listed by price and pleasure. You could become quite skilled at this," Sadiq murmured into the small of Heracles' back, the slight dimples there, pumping Heracles' cock with quickening strokes. "You could, I think. Would you like that?"
There was a strangled sob that made Sadiq regret being unable to see the pretty, flushed face. "Sh-shut up!" Heracles tried to piston his hips forward to fuck at Sadiq's steady palm, but Sadiq caught him with his other hand.
Ah, but perhaps he'd been wrong. "Disobedient," Sadiq sighed pleasantly. He was already achingly hard. "A rough mouth," he murmured, nuzzling the sensitive skin on the back of a thigh. "And not nearly submissive enough." His tongue darted out and he began to kiss the back of Heracles' leg, the juncture between ass and thigh--and he moaned and whined, just like the last time; such pretty sounds!--and suck and bite and leave all manners of purple and red marks that would make Sadiq grin the next time he saw them.
A last, beautiful strangled sob tore from Heracles' throat, bounced off the marble walls and clouds of steam. Lazily, Sadiq opened an eye and watched between the legs as he pumped Heracles to completion, as his come hit the marble slab.
When the final shivers worked through Heracles' body, Sadiq roughly picked him up from the slab and set him on the floor. He was just the right height on his knees. "Now show me what you've learned," he murmured.
With a look that was half-defiant, half-drunk with the remnants of ecstasy, Heracles managed to find the little blue bottle and begin. He wrapped his hand around Sadiq's cock, and it was a warm, hesitant palm that brushed soft skin up and down, forward and back. It made Sadiq's breath hitch, made him think fleetingly of the time he'd had Heracles pinned to the library wall and finally had his way.
"Like this?" Heracles' small words trembled on Sadiq's cock as he stared at it through heavy-lidded eyes, fascinated. "Is this good?"
Sadiq just groaned and grabbed at damp locks, planting his feet to the floor. "Shuttup," he hissed as his hips jerked forward in tiny movements in time with Heracles' tentative pulls. "Do it faster--tighten up your hand." Heracles obeyed, all the while staring with rapt attention that made Sadiq even harder. He watched as the diligent student slowly lifted his free hand to gently cup Sadiq's balls, roll them in his palm--they fit perfectly--and Sadiq was really deep into it as something hot and tight pooled at his belly. He wanted to come all over that face--those dark eyelashes, the pink cheeks, those lips that would eventually learn how to suck him dry.
He had no idea if Heracles was teasing him--if he had even learned that trick yet--when he glanced up and whispered, "Am I doing well? Am I good?"
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Through the haze of orgasm, through the tremors that wracked his body, Sadiq realized he may have yanked Heracles' hair too tight, for there was a pained look about him. He blinked, a glob of white falling from an eyelash, and when it hit his thigh a look of anger began to overtake the one of pain.
Shit. Sadiq released him from his grasp. "Th' fuck didja think was gonna happen if ya kept your face there?"
He'd never been one for tact. At least... not this soon after and orgasm that messed his brain up something good.
And the look on Heracles' face turned to fury--the kind where someone was liable to get punched in the balls. "I hate you!"
"Shuttup, don't be like that," Sadiq muttered. Quickly, he pulled the smaller body up from the floor--"Leggo! You, you brute!"--and sat on the marble slab with Heracles in his lap. "Quit fidgeting, brat." Sadiq kept one arm wrapped about the slender waist--it fit perfectly, just the right size about the hipbones--and with his free hand he held Heracles' jaw, wiping away come and licking and kissing away the rest. It tasted particularly foul, but was much better than, say, a kick in the balls. Sadiq licked the last strand from the corner of Heracles' lips, kissing them briefly for the hell of it.
Heracles stilled, mouth agape.
"There," Sadiq grumbled, inspecting his work. "Don't you fuckin' tell any of the others."
"You..." Heracles swallowed, allowing his hands to settle on Sadiq's broad shoulders. "You don't do that with the tellaks... do you?"
Sadiq frowned. "What's that matter?" He was more than wary of the deep, calculating look being given to him.
"Idiot." Regardless, Heracles leaned forward and planted a kiss right between his eyes.
"Hmph." They should probably go to the baths once more. "Wanna learn what the köçekler do?"
"The what?"
Sadiq kept his face straight as best he could. "The boys who dance."
"...you're a monster."
Sadiq barked out a laugh at that and found himself strangely flattered.
---
And off to hell I go.
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Turkey is brash and at the same time such a dork. So canon ♥ Plus I learned some new things about the treatment of homosexuality in the Ottoman Empire. I like my edutainment with red hot smut.
Really awesome job, author!anon.
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Thank you for this wonderful thing, anon! ♥
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Agreed with above anon about the characterization. Liked Greece's teenage curiosity and fascination with everything sexual.
Kudos for using the plural for köçek and stating that these sex workers were children of dhimmi peoples under the Turkish rule.
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I'm glad you noticed--sometimes when I write I'm secretly hoping there's, like, a history prof who's reading this and is going to give me a grade at the end. /pathetichistorystudentispathetic
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What I adore so much is Heracles's characterization: youthful, contemplative, constantly swerving on passive aggression. He's got so much more wonderful depth than the usual- ah, victim of shotacon fics, with snark but genuine curiosity.
Sadiq makes me hot. Very hot. -fans self- Sensual, gruff, short-tempered and utterly authoritative.
And the smut? Hits all the right spots. Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I'll have to jump into an ice bucket to calm down....
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Thank you for your comment, I appreciate it--I am so, so, so not a shota fan, but my love for Turkey/Greece overcomes that and pretty much every other squick I have. I am mortified that I wrote this and will probably never de-anon, ever, even though I'm pretty fucking obvious already. orz
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this different anon agrees! I don't like shota, rape, torture... but I do like all these with Turkey/Greece, so much. orz
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-cough- I only unbend on shota for Hetalia. If only because mentally the Nations are probably older, even if they aren't physically.
-pats- It's up to you whether you want to de-anon or not, but I wouldn't feel too bad about it. I haven't done much shotacon, only implied (China and young Korea) but I've written more explicit lolicon for Hetalia (albeit, not as porn).
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I LOVE your Turkey. Sadiq is hot, nuff said. And you made him even more so. Yes, he's quite a perverted old man, but he's also snarky and dorky and just...sexy *fans self*
THANK YOU, ANON!!! Can't never have enough Turkey/Greece fics here :P
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