An experiment in writing totally bad smut, and Greece's character (he's so difficult arghh).

Warning: This is PWP. It'll get steamier in each chapter, promise :) Also, this story features an aggressive, sexually-savvy Greece and a frustrated/confused Turkey. So..yeah...be warned, and stuff.

Disclaimer: Hetalia is © Hidekaz Himaruya. I don't own the series or the characters.

1: Humanitarian Aid

The first time was on top of a heavy oak table in an empty conference room. Sadiq sat uncomfortably, feeling awkward and unwelcome in the Greek's home. But the younger man seated across from him was worse for wear, looking for all the world as if he'd just fell out of an airplane. His left eye was beginning to swell and a bit of blood had congealed above the other one. A hastily bandaged gash ran across his left cheek. Somehow, irrationally, Sadiq was annoyed that Heracles looked like a train wreck and he wasn't even the one who had caused it.

"So how ya feeling, kid?" Sadiq was rarely solicitous about Heracles' health, but recent events had them both shaken up. It was 1941, and Greece had fallen early in the war. Heracles had held his own against Italy, but he didn't stand a chance when the Germans advanced. Now his people were suffering as famine swept the capital. Sadiq wasn't the most generous man in the world, but even he had had enough of seeing Heracles looking so pitiful.

That was why he was here now, in Heracles' house, extending the proverbial olive branch of good will while their respective bosses were chatting elsewhere.

"Not great…to be honest." Heracles ran a hand through his messy brown locks, and the thought flickered through Sadiq that the other man's hair looked very soft. He had no idea where that came from.

"Anythin' you need help with? Like, that I can do?"

"…Maybe…"

Figures, Sadiq thought with renewed irritation, he never gives a straight answer. The younger man rose gingerly from his chair and began to make his way towards the open door at the end of the long, grand table. Sadiq watched with his arms crossed, annoyed that his offer of good will had pretty much been shot down. To his surprise, however, Heracles didn't walk out the door. Instead, he turned along the edge of the table and approached Sadiq in his usual languid pace.

"Uh—whaddya think you're doing?" Sadiq's earlier discomfort had risen to something close to panic as Heracles leaned down towards him. Tanned, bruised arms were on either side of him now, hands resting on Sadiq's armrests, so that he was trapped with nowhere to look but up. Heracles' gaze was impassive and dull like it always was, but there was a new intensity swirling underneath that captured Sadiq and pinned him to his seat.

Heracles shrugged lazily. "You offered…that's all." Then he closed the few inches separating them and lightly pressed his lips against Sadiq's.

Sadiq didn't respond. The first two seconds he was too shocked to realize what was going on. The next few seconds he was mentally berating himself for not feeling disgusted. The seconds that followed he had no excuse for.

When Heracles drew back, Sadiq looked up at him blankly. His first thought was to drag Heracles back down and feel the pleasurable pressure of the other man's lips again. His second thought was to punch him. So he compromised. Sadiq shot up from his chair violently, shoving Heracles back against the table. The Greek's lower back made a painful collision with the hard wooden edge.

"So—" Heracles opened his mouth to apologize or protest, but the noise was swallowed by Sadiq's mouth, suddenly crushed forcefully against his. Well this was a welcome surprise indeed.

Sadiq lunged forward, his body now pinning the slightly smaller frame against the unforgiving wood, forcing Heracles to bend backwards against the pressure. Not one to be outmaneuvered in the delicate art of love and make-outs, Heracles cupped Sadiq's jaw in one hand, caressing the stubble there with his fingertips, as his other hand tangled into Sadiq's hair to ruffle the short, rough strands.

Sadiq's arms were wrapped around Heracles' waist now, pulling the other man forward at the same time that the rest of his body was pushing him back. His hands groped beneath Heracles' shirt, exploring the smooth expanse of his back with gloved fingers. Sadiq let out a low moan as he felt Heracles lean into the kiss. Then there was a wet warmth against Sadiq's lips, as Heracles' tongue darted out to part the other's mouth, demanding entrance.

He'd kissed plenty of women in his life. They were always soft and malleable, melting under his touch. Heracles was the complete opposite. Sadiq had never had a partner who was so insistent, who sought control as forcefully as he did. There was a moment of hesitation as Sadiq tried appealing to his sanity. Then his lips parted reluctantly, allowing Heracles to slip inside.

The younger man's hot tongue swept across his teeth, before delving deeper inside to meet its counterpart. Sadiq moaned with pleasure, as Heracles caressed every inch of his mouth, lapping at saliva and teeth.

Afterwards, Sadiq would point to this exact moment as his undoing and curse himself for his weakness. He was dazed from the heat of Heracles' mouth. The Greek's lips seemed to oscillate against him, as his tongue continued its sinful exploration. Heracles' hands were gripping his collar now. He lost track of everything around them, his entire universe reverberating from where their mouths were joined. Then Sadiq's world suddenly shifted, and he found himself turned then slammed against a hard surface. Heracles was on top of him now, as Sadiq lay on his back, legs dangling off the edge and feet barely touching the ground.

One of Heracles' hands settled against his chest, before travelling downwards to its final destination. Sadiq let out a yelp of surprise that was quickly swallowed by Heracles' talented mouth. Insistent fingers were rubbing him now, fondling his hardness through the thin fabric of his dress pants. Sadiq cursed in-between breaths, panting from exhilaration and guilty pleasure.

The Greek was rough in his ministrations, stroking the other's package with callous jerking motions of his hand, until Sadiq was sure he was actually going to come in his pants and dammit he couldn't take it anymore-!

"Heracles-!"

The second Sadiq hissed his human name, Heracles froze. Sadiq bit back a scream of frustration, because he'd been so damn close! He snapped open his eyes to glare at the man leaning over him, trying to demand that Heracles finish what he started.

"That's…all I wanted…actually." With that, Heracles stood straight up, adjusted his mussed hair, turned on his heel and left the room.

Sadiq was sure he'd never wanted to kill anyone as vehemently as he wanted to kill Heracles now. "Fuck you! That's the last fucking time I help you!" He screamed into the empty room, slamming his fists against the tabletop.