Turkish Wrestling
WHO: Herakles and Moon
WHEN: May 20th, evening
WHERE: Some shady old boxing arena
WHAT: Half naked men rolling about covered in oil in front of an audience? Definitely relevant to his interests Herakles goes to see Turkish wrestling on a whim, knowing what to expect. Moon might be more surprised.
( Some people say that cats are sneaky, evil, and cruel. True, and they have many other fine qualities as well. )
WHEN: May 20th, evening
WHERE: Some shady old boxing arena
WHAT: Half naked men rolling about covered in oil in front of an audience? Definitely relevant to his interests Herakles goes to see Turkish wrestling on a whim, knowing what to expect. Moon might be more surprised.
( Some people say that cats are sneaky, evil, and cruel. True, and they have many other fine qualities as well. )
It was vicious, and very very reminiscent of another sort of action, and by the time the first match ended, Heracles' cheeks had gained a slight flush and his eyes were bright. In the moment between, he took the time to glance at the audience again, wondering what their motivation to be there was...
His wandering gaze was caught on the man sitting on the bench right to the left and below him. Even in the dark, Heracles could see he was looking a bit startled. Hadn't he known what it was going to be like?
Curious, and always willing to get to know new people, Heracles slid into the empty place on the bench below him, nudging the black-haired man in the arm.
"Hey," he said, smiling, "First time?"
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"Uh.. Yeah.." he nodded at the other's question.
"...What's with the oil? Is it to make it more challenging?"
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"Yeah, pretty much," he answered calmly. He leaned a bit closer to the other man, supposedly so he could be heard better, though the audience wasn't really being that noisy. "You see the kisbet... those leather trousers? The aim of the game is to gain a firm hold on the opponent, which is best done by getting your hand in their pants. So to say," he explained, voice not revealing even a bit of his amusement, mostly from watching the other man's reactions. This was even more fun than the actual match!
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"...." He wasn't sure what to think or say, having never imagined that actually happening in a wrestling match.
Again...Why the hell did he come here?
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Heracles could feel the other muscled man's arm against his side, warm even in the already warm air of the arena. It was very relaxing, even when sitting on the hard bench started to feel a bit uncomfortable. Heracles wriggled a bit, streching his arms and legs as best as he could without hitting anyone else in the audience, before settling back. He yawned, the human warmth and... humanity all around starting to make him sleepy. Even the matches, as enticing a sight as they were initially, were starting to get a bit repetitive.
He yawned again and blinked sleepily, absentmindedly leaning his head on the warm shoulder conveniently placed right next to his head.
Without really realizing it, Heracles started to drift off, sleepily rubbing his face against the shoulder against his cheek before settling to sleep properly. The sounds of the audience created a pleasant background to dreams of gleaming flesh and bodies wrapped around one another...
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Apparently he was a heavy sleeper. Moon didn't manage to wake him up.
"Hey... Wake up." He said, nudging him a bit more.
"...." Well damn. This was awkward. What now? He couldn't exactly shove the other off him. That would be rude. Moon frowned, thinking for a moment.
Maybe he could... No. That'd just look stupid. He watched the matches that were left. Only two more... And was the other guy seriously finding him that comfortable? Enough so he could sleep through all the cheering like this?
He looked at him again, and poked his cheek. "Come on, wake up. You'll miss the final round." he said, nudging his shoulder. He kept nudging, determined to wake him up.
It didn't help that the other seemed to slide down until he landed in his lap.
"......."
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It brought back some memories of a park bench last winter.
"Hey..." he nudged the other again, before throwing a glance at the fighters. One had a rather good grip on the other. Moon shuddered, happy it wasn't him in there.
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"Oh, did I fall asleep on you? Sorry--" he was interrupted by a yawn, streching his arms a bit behind his back, "about that."
Heracles turned to look at a man who was frowning at him, giving him a wide, teeth baring smile until he turned away.
"So, who won?" Heracles asked Moon cheerfully.
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"...The guy with the long hair." he said, referring to the guy with some ponytail.
The audience cheered and the guy smiled widely, obviously proud of his win.
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"Ah, I see, good for him," he said noncommittally.
Gradually, people began to strickle out of the audience same as they'd arrived, with some staying to speak to the wrestlers or discuss. The man Heracles had been talking to and fallen asleep on didn't idle, and Heracles saw no reason to do so either so he followed him out, easily slipping through the mass of people until they were outside, walking the mostly empty streets.
He kept walking at the other man's side, only speaking afte he'd given him a few perplexed glances.
"Looks like we're going the same way," Heracles explained amiably.
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He saw a couple of cats play around on the street, and he frowned a bit. They were awfully close to the cars passing by...
Oh well. Cats were smart right? They'd know not to play among the cars.
And was this man following him or just going the exact same way?
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"So, how did you like Turkish wrestling?" he asked idly.
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Well.. Except for sex. Not that he really did that these days, but... He vaguely remembered crotch-grabbing was legal there.
Or was sex even considered a sport?
"Not something I see too often..."
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"It's not very big around here, I guess...." he agreed. "The sport I mean. Can't say I haven't seen similar things in more private arenas, though." Heracles added absentmindedly, unable to resist the temptation to see if he could shock the other man a bit.
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And he didn't even know the guy's name.
"...What's your name?" he decided to ask. Better late than never.
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