The heat was suffocating as Kiku Honda stepped outside of the Greek airport in Athens. The rest of his group was behind him. They had come all the way from Chicago University in America to see Greece and study its history. But the tour guide who had been supposed to meet them as they got off the plane was nowhere to be found.
"Well this sucks!" said Alfred, a tall blonde boy that Kiku had occasionally played video games with. The boy beside him (that everyone assumed to be Al's brother), whose name Kiku (or anyone else for that matter) could never remember, said something about being patient. Then Kiku's good friend Arthur said something about all Americans being dumb and impatient, which received loud protests. But the short Japanese man tuned them out. He had become used to the constant bickering that seemed to be his friends' hobby.
Finally, nearly thirty minutes later, the tour guide came sauntering over to them. He looked like he had just woken up.
"Hey…" he said with an accent "Sorry I'm late. But I'm not actually your guide, he was delayed…" the man looked up at the sky, wavy hair blowing in the hot wind. The thoughtful look on his face was enough to make Kiku blush. He looked inviting… his eyes were a deep green-blue, like the ocean they had just flown over.
"Oh yes!" the assistant your guide said, startling the asian man out of his embarrassing thoughts. "Sadiq was held up in traffic. He called me during my nap to meet you all. I can take you to your hotel now if you'd like."
Alfred pushed Kiku aside. "Yes! Thank god, finally!" he yelled, and heaved a sigh, casually slinging his arms around his brother(?) and Arthur. "That'd be awesome."
The guide nodded and started to walk away, and everyone hurried after him. The fact that he didn't even look back to check if they were following made Kiku nervous. Would he notice if they went missing?
"I'm Heraclas Karpusi, by the way. But just Heracles is fine, you know?" the man stifled a yawn as he led the small group down a sloping brick street to a bus. The bus was bright blue.
No way you could miss that, thought Kiku.
Sitting in the driver seat of the bus was a man in a hoodie (in this heat?) with a white mask on under it. Kiku was puzzled by the whole ensemble, but he didn't ask.
Must be a Greek thing, he thought.
Once everyone had takes their seats and the driver, who turned out to be the tour guide who was stuck in traffic, had introduced himself (Sadiq the badass tour guide and chauffer at your service!), they drove off toward the hotel to get settled in.
Kiku had taken a seat in the front and had been staring out his window daydreaming when a tired and soft voice said "What are you looking at?"
The Asian man jumped a mile. "N-nothing!" he exclaimed, looking at the sleepy assistant tour guide Heracles. "Well, actually, Karpusi-san, I was wondering when we were going to get to the hotel. I'm a little… jet lagged."
Heracles nodded. "It shouldn't be long now." And he looked off into space again. Kiku hadn't even noticed that they had been sitting beside each other. Not that he minded how he was sitting dangerously close to the tan Greek. Not that he noticed when ever their arms or legs touched. No, not at all.
After a twenty minute bus ride with Arthur and Alfred arguing again, Sadiq laughing loudly, the obnoxious German boy everyone called Gil trying in vain to flirt with Alfred's brother, and Kiku stealing glances at Heracles, the odd party arrived at their hotel.
Even though Kiku was reluctant to give up his spot beside Heracles, his jet lag was really starting to get to him. He grabbed his suitcase and carryon bag and hopped out of the bus.
The lobby was deliciously cool after the burn of the unforgiving summer sun, and the oven-like van. Elizaveta, a girl originally from Hungary who Kiku sometimes lent his mangas to, was getting them checked in when Kiku found out that there didn't seem to be any elevators in the hotel.
Just then Eliza walked over and said "You've got is E4 on the seventh floor with Francis!" Kiku shuddered. Could his room situation get any worse? Talking to Francis was one thing, but staying the night in the same room as the perverted Frenchman was a whole other.
"F-Francis?" he squeaked. "Want to trade rooms?"
The Japanese man spun around to see who was crazy enough to actually want to spend the night, or nights seeing as these were the sleeping arrangements for the whole trip, with Francis , and got a shock. There stood Al's quiet brother.
"You, you would trade with me?" Kiku breathed, overflowing with gratitude. The other boy just smiled slightly and nodded. "I like Francis. My room was E9." the dark haired man could only stare in disbelief as Al's brother (his name was Max, right? Maybe Marshal? There was an M) went over to Francis to tell him the good news.
Well, there was one matter solved. But there were still seven flights of stairs separating him from a much needed nap. With a sigh he started to heave his bags up the stairs.
Suddenly the weight was gone, replaced by the voice of the Greek tour guide. "Let me carry those. They look to heavy for you." Heracles was able to easily climb the stairs, even saddled with the weight of a month's worth of Kiku-clothes. Speaking of clothes, the short man was wondering feverently what Heracles looked like without his. As strong as he was, the Greek had to be heavily muscled, right?
Simply thinking that made Kiku redder than when he had accidentally called Francis for a ride home one night. He sprinted after Heracles, who was already three floors up. By the time he had caught up, the Greek man was standing in the hallway expectantly.
"M-my room is E9!" Kiku gasped, out of breath. He looked up to see Heraclas looking amused. "Looks like were going to be roomies then." He said, and walked away.
The Japanese man nearly fell over. R-roomies? I'm spending the nights with him? Kiku could hardly believe his good luck. Now he would surely get at least a glimpse of Heracles without a shirt! His face got hot picturing it, and he felt dizzy. Having such an attractive roommate was going to be great!

Heracles yawned as he unlocked the door to the room he would be sharing with that adorable asian guy Kiku. He had heard him being called that. There was only one queen size bed. Oh well. He lazily set Kiku's things on a chair and fell onto the bed. Soft. Mmm. Nap time. He only wished he had brought one of his cats to cuddle with.
He heard the door close and assumed Kiku had come in. Heracles cracked one heavy eyelid open to see said asian man with an odd look on his face.
"Whassup?" the greek man slurred drowsily. Kiku went red and stuttered a response "W-well the-the bed… a-and your o-on…it." He looked down, presumably embarrassed.
Heracles laughed "Theres plenty of room, Kiku. I'll move over if you want." He patted to bed beside him. "You look exhausted. Come sleep." The other man looked mortified but said nothing. In fact he slipped his shoes off and crawled haltingly into the bed.
"There," said Heracles when Kiku was done getting settled in. "That's better. I don't bite…" he trailed off into another yawn and shut his eyes. The last thing the Greek heard before drifting off was Kiku muttering something like "…wish you did..." but it was so soft he figured he must have imagined it.
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"Nice kitty," Heracles whispered, running his fingers through the hair of his favorite tabby cat. But it didn't feel quite right. The fur was too long, wrong texture. It felt more silky. Like human hair. But it was soft. He continued petting.
There was a startled noise somewhere outside of his nice dream, followed by a content sigh. So humans liked being petted just as much as cats.

The faux-kitty scooted closer to him, to allow for better petting. Of course Heracles had no choice but to comply. Kitties, even if they were fake, were his thing.
After a few minutes, the cat was not purring. This upset Heracles. Usually cats were purring for him within thirty seconds.

"C'mere, kitty…" he said, and took hold of the cat and pulled it over to him. It was larger than he had anticipated, heavier too. But still no match. Once the cat was snuggled up to him in what he hoped was a purr inducing embrace, it spoke.
"Ah, um, Karpusi-san?" funny, it sounded just like Kiku."Call me Hearcles," he chided the huge cat thing. "K-Karpusi-san, y-you're c-cuddling me. Its Kiku. I-I'm not your cat." "Of course you're my cat,Kiku. Why else would I find you so adorable?"
He pressed a kiss to the cat-Kiku's head. It squeaked in response. Though he was not really awake, Heracles knew for fact that cats did not squeak. He dragged open his eyes.
There was the little asian man, hugged up against him like a cat and looking very red. Heracles's hand was still entwined in Kiku's jet black hair.

"Oh," said the Greek "Hey, Kiku." He looked past his captive to the clock. It was one twelve. Not only had the missed dinner, but they were still in their clothes. That could be easily fixed though.
Heracles released his surrogate kitty and sat up, sliding his shirt over his head.

"K-k-Karpusi-san!" exclaimed Kiku "What are you doing?" "Getting undressed. Don't really wanna sleep in my clothes." When his last comment was met with silence, Heracles unbuttoned his pants.
Kiku still could not believe his luck at getting to share a room with Heracles, but he hadn't expected the other man to be so touchy-feely.

It wasn't on purpose, he knew, but it was still startling to wake up with a sexy Greek fondling your hair and calling you his kitty.
But Kiku couldn't deny that he had liked it. Too much. He had let it happen for as long as he could before his body decided it was going to make it hard for him. Literally.
But getting Heracles off of him was not helping the Japanese man at all. Because as soon as the other man got up, he started to strip. Of course. Kiku could feel a nosebleed coming on to accompany his boner. Just great.
Heracles's jeans hit the floor and Kiku felt the bed shift. He had his eyes closed. He knew for a fact if he opened them hhe would explode.

Heracles. Dressed in so much less than Kiku could have ever hoped for. In the bed. Right. Next. To. Him.
His arousal was becoming painful, and Kiku was forced to reach for a tissue as he felt the first drops of hot blood tickle down his fingers. He held the Kleenex to his nose and tried to think of ugly fat people in bikinis to calm himself down.
"Oh, Kiku, your bleeding!" Heracles's usually mellow voice had taken on an undertone of alarm. "What happened?" "N-Nothing, Heracles-san! Th-the air is just dry!" he noticed too late that he had called the Greek man by fist first name.
"Oh, ok. Go ahead and take your clothes off too. No need to be uncomfortable." And then the brunette man just had to go and say something like that. Kiku coughed to cover up a moan. Why? Why did Heracles have to be so fucking hot?
Kiku bucked up and stuffed the tissue in his nose. Jumping out of bed, he stripped down to his oddly tight feeling boxers, hoping to god that he had even a fraction of the effect on Heracles that said man had on him.

With that Kiku spun around and scrambled back in to the bed on all fours. The Greek man's face was pleasantly pink. His half lidded gaze looking oddly lusty.
"You're so pale, Kiku." The suggestive quality was there in Heracles's deep voice as well, and Kiku exhaled sharply as the other man gently put his hand on his shoulder. Kiku watched, enraptured, as Heracles leaned closer and closer, till their facer were mere inches apart.

The short asian man could feel the brunette's breath on his face the he said "The tissues' still there."
The Greek man pulled the blood-soaked Kleenex out of Kiku's (thankfully no longer bleeding nose) and threw it in the trash bin.
"Night, Kitty-Kiku." Heracles said, and flicked off the lamp. Kiku shrank down into the comforter.
This is going to be a really long four weeks.

Yo. I wrote this a long time ago when I was bored. Technically it was supposed to be a one shot, but I was pressured into writing a second chapter. I might put it up (and continue the story or something) if I get enough support~! SO GIVE ME REVIEWS SAYING HOW MUCH YOU WANT ME TO DO IT! Or don't. _ /shot