Turkey/Greece 1/2
anonymous
February 12 2010, 05:00:40 UTC
His name is Sadiq, and he’s a senior. Captain of the wrestling team, low grades but great at sports, Heracles thinks his father is a diplomat. More importantly, he has the most toned body in the entire high school, a round, pert ass, smells like cheap, vivid alcohol and spices and tastes like acid and smoke.
Heracles is half-expecting it when his back slams against the wall in the locker room, and is completely expecting it when a rough hand forces its way down his boxers. Sadiq has never been delicate with his touches, more given to rough jerks that make Heracles’ head spin. “I saw you in the library with that Japanese kid.”
“So? What’s it to you?” Heracles fists his hands in Sadiq’s shirt and tries to push him away, but it’s more a token gesture than anything else; Sadiq is four years older, and much stronger to boot.
Sadiq forces himself closer, his other hand tilting Heracles’ chin up roughly so that he has no choice but to meet Sadiq’s coffee-brown eyes. “What, I’m not good enough for ya? Decided to go after some Asian cock?” Another jerk from the hand in his pants and Heracles needs a couple of seconds to keep from falling over.
“He’s… Nngh… In my history class. Helping me study.” He slumps into Sadiq’s bare shoulder, tasting the sweat from the recent practice. He hates being such a fucking slut, hates it when Sadiq laughs and slows down his pace just a fraction.
“Yeah right. I saw you looking at him, gay boy. Too much of a pussy to go after a real man?” Rough lips capture his, and Heracles flashes back to the first time- this same locker room a few months earlier, after a one-on-one wrestling match which Heracles barely won, through trickery and deceit. He’d hoped that Sadiq hadn’t noticed the way his breathing sped up beyond the normal, how he flushed when they were close, had hoped Sadiq hadn’t noticed the bump in his pants as they fought. Fat chance. The only difference had been that then, Sadiq had at least made a pretense at asking.
Sadiq’s tongue forces open his mouth, goes on a voyage of exploration as his hand continues to make Heracles’ eyes roll back in his head. After a moment, his lips pull away and he leans back, laughing breathlessly. Heracles manages to stutter, “I thought y-you just wanted some casual sex. What does it matter to you?”
Sadiq pauses, pulls his hand out of Heracles’ boxers, leans in close so that Heracles can taste his breath. “Guess what, freshie. You’re mine. I ain’t gonna let no one else lay their hands on you, ‘specially not some little Asian freak. OK? Now turn around, or I won’t screw ya.”
Heracles hates that he turns to face the lockers, grabs hold of one of the handles and bends his head as if in prayer. He can hear Sadiq purr in satisfaction as he lowers his boxers to his thighs. The first lube-covered finger is still a shock, even though this is far from the first, the third, the fifth time they’ve done this. Sadiq prepares him briefly and efficiently, and as Sadiq eases in his hand wraps around Heracles’ cock once more. Heracles has never quite gotten used to the feeling of Sadiq in him either, and his eyes pop open as he tries to keep from rubbing against him like a total whore.
There’s a nip on his ear and low, husky laughter. “What’s that, freshie? Want me to keep going?” Heracles is too ashamed to do anything but nod mutely. Sadiq grins. “Say please.”
“As if,” Heracles mutters hesitantly.
“Now, or I’ll leave you here.”
“…Please,” Heracles manages to bite out, and that’s all the invitation Sadiq needs to start pushing into him, his hand sliding roughly across Heracles’ fully erect cock. Heracles doesn’t mind that his head bangs painfully against the lockers, because it feels like a punishment for enjoying this, for loving this feeling as desperately as he loves cats, or his mother, or the afternoon sun. Sadiq is obviously enjoying it too, his strokes sloppy and hard. Heracles’ eyes roll back in his head and he has to bite his lip hard enough to draw blood to keep from calling out something he’ll regret as he comes. Heracles’ collapse serves as enough to make Sadiq come soon after, and he pulls out weakly, leaving Heracles to slide slowly to the floor.
Re: Turkey/Greece 2/2
anonymous
February 12 2010, 05:02:00 UTC
Their eyes meet, unguarded, for one brief moment, both of them still in a haze; then Sadiq turns away to button his fly. “Clean yourself up, OK? Don’t want you too out of shape for practice tonight.”
A brief smile flitters across Heracles’ lips. “I did it for you.”
“What?”
“Talked to Kiku. I only wanted to make you jealous.” Heracles stands, painfully. “And it worked, didn’t it? You do care for me, a little.”
Sadiq turns to him for a moment, genuinely surprised. Then he rolls his eyes and grabs his bag. “Freshmen. See you at practice tonight.” He turns to leave, and then, impulsively, turns and grabs Heracles’ chin, tilting it up roughly. “Take care of yourself, you hear? Not everyone’s gonna be as nice as me, and I’d hate to see this pretty little face ruined.” And then he saunters out, leaving Heracles alone in the locker room again.
Heracles smiles faintly, and wipes the blood off his lip.
Re: Turkey/Greece 2/2
anonymous
February 12 2010, 05:43:15 UTC
Damn, that was hot author-anon! And I like how you slipped in just the right amount of emotional resonance, without watering down the rough intensity of this pairing.
Re: Turkey/Greece 2/2
anonymous
February 14 2010, 02:27:40 UTC
OMG this is so hot!!!!! UNF UNF I love you so much! I thought there was some Greece+Japan going on at first and that the thing with Turkey was unwanted s*x, and then you SHOCKED me when Greece explained that he was trying to make Turkey jealous/find out how he really felt about him and *I am speechless* You wrote it so beautifully showing how they actually do care, even a little bit, about the other, even through the rough talk and rough...s*x. And UNF UNF so hot! Locker room s*x! The image of big sweaty muscled tan wrestler Turkey is so hot *fans self and drools* Anon, have my babies.
Re: Turkey/Greece 1/2
anonymous
March 3 2010, 14:48:02 UTC
"whimpers" That was the sound of my brain breaking at the utter hotness of it. I really really enjoyed possessive!turkey, it is both IC but somehow sweet. Great job anon! I think I need to go take a shower now. :D
Heracles is half-expecting it when his back slams against the wall in the locker room, and is completely expecting it when a rough hand forces its way down his boxers. Sadiq has never been delicate with his touches, more given to rough jerks that make Heracles’ head spin. “I saw you in the library with that Japanese kid.”
“So? What’s it to you?” Heracles fists his hands in Sadiq’s shirt and tries to push him away, but it’s more a token gesture than anything else; Sadiq is four years older, and much stronger to boot.
Sadiq forces himself closer, his other hand tilting Heracles’ chin up roughly so that he has no choice but to meet Sadiq’s coffee-brown eyes. “What, I’m not good enough for ya? Decided to go after some Asian cock?” Another jerk from the hand in his pants and Heracles needs a couple of seconds to keep from falling over.
“He’s… Nngh… In my history class. Helping me study.” He slumps into Sadiq’s bare shoulder, tasting the sweat from the recent practice. He hates being such a fucking slut, hates it when Sadiq laughs and slows down his pace just a fraction.
“Yeah right. I saw you looking at him, gay boy. Too much of a pussy to go after a real man?” Rough lips capture his, and Heracles flashes back to the first time- this same locker room a few months earlier, after a one-on-one wrestling match which Heracles barely won, through trickery and deceit. He’d hoped that Sadiq hadn’t noticed the way his breathing sped up beyond the normal, how he flushed when they were close, had hoped Sadiq hadn’t noticed the bump in his pants as they fought. Fat chance. The only difference had been that then, Sadiq had at least made a pretense at asking.
Sadiq’s tongue forces open his mouth, goes on a voyage of exploration as his hand continues to make Heracles’ eyes roll back in his head. After a moment, his lips pull away and he leans back, laughing breathlessly. Heracles manages to stutter, “I thought y-you just wanted some casual sex. What does it matter to you?”
Sadiq pauses, pulls his hand out of Heracles’ boxers, leans in close so that Heracles can taste his breath. “Guess what, freshie. You’re mine. I ain’t gonna let no one else lay their hands on you, ‘specially not some little Asian freak. OK? Now turn around, or I won’t screw ya.”
Heracles hates that he turns to face the lockers, grabs hold of one of the handles and bends his head as if in prayer. He can hear Sadiq purr in satisfaction as he lowers his boxers to his thighs. The first lube-covered finger is still a shock, even though this is far from the first, the third, the fifth time they’ve done this. Sadiq prepares him briefly and efficiently, and as Sadiq eases in his hand wraps around Heracles’ cock once more. Heracles has never quite gotten used to the feeling of Sadiq in him either, and his eyes pop open as he tries to keep from rubbing against him like a total whore.
There’s a nip on his ear and low, husky laughter. “What’s that, freshie? Want me to keep going?” Heracles is too ashamed to do anything but nod mutely. Sadiq grins. “Say please.”
“As if,” Heracles mutters hesitantly.
“Now, or I’ll leave you here.”
“…Please,” Heracles manages to bite out, and that’s all the invitation Sadiq needs to start pushing into him, his hand sliding roughly across Heracles’ fully erect cock. Heracles doesn’t mind that his head bangs painfully against the lockers, because it feels like a punishment for enjoying this, for loving this feeling as desperately as he loves cats, or his mother, or the afternoon sun. Sadiq is obviously enjoying it too, his strokes sloppy and hard. Heracles’ eyes roll back in his head and he has to bite his lip hard enough to draw blood to keep from calling out something he’ll regret as he comes. Heracles’ collapse serves as enough to make Sadiq come soon after, and he pulls out weakly, leaving Heracles to slide slowly to the floor.
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A brief smile flitters across Heracles’ lips. “I did it for you.”
“What?”
“Talked to Kiku. I only wanted to make you jealous.” Heracles stands, painfully. “And it worked, didn’t it? You do care for me, a little.”
Sadiq turns to him for a moment, genuinely surprised. Then he rolls his eyes and grabs his bag. “Freshmen. See you at practice tonight.” He turns to leave, and then, impulsively, turns and grabs Heracles’ chin, tilting it up roughly. “Take care of yourself, you hear? Not everyone’s gonna be as nice as me, and I’d hate to see this pretty little face ruined.” And then he saunters out, leaving Heracles alone in the locker room again.
Heracles smiles faintly, and wipes the blood off his lip.
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I couldn't fit this all into one comment box T.T
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-happy sigh- This made my night. Thanks!
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Sorry if this is incoeherent, but... you know... Unf.
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I love you so much!
I thought there was some Greece+Japan going on at first and that the thing with Turkey was unwanted s*x, and then you SHOCKED me when Greece explained that he was trying to make Turkey jealous/find out how he really felt about him and *I am speechless*
You wrote it so beautifully showing how they actually do care, even a little bit, about the other, even through the rough talk and rough...s*x.
And UNF UNF so hot! Locker room s*x! The image of big sweaty muscled tan wrestler Turkey is so hot *fans self and drools*
Anon, have my babies.
This is just WOW so amazing
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captcha: Netherlands cynicism. netherlands cannot see this relationship ending well?
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AND SO, TWENTY BILLIONS GIRLS JUST-
-JIZZED IN THEIR PANTS!
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