The kid had lived with him for so many years, to go so long without seeing him blew Sadik's mind. Should he be relieved that he hadn't seen him recently?
Oh, he wanted to be.
Sadik wanted more than anything to say that he didn't miss having the brat around.
He couldn't lie, though, at least, not to himself. He knew the truth. He missed the kid. He missed Heracles, no matter how much he wanted to deny it.
He missed those pretty green eyes, whether they were glaring at him from across a room, or fluttering shut when Sadik's lips moved against the soft skin of his neck.
He missed Heracles' hands, whether they were wrapped in a death-grip around his neck, or digging into his hair. Heracles had a weak spot for Sadik's hair, it seemed, sliding his fingers into it whenever he was given the opportunity.
The thing Sadik missed the most, though, was having Heracles beneath him. To have such a proud, stubborn man reduced to a panting, whimpering mess beneath him was just... It was a rush. Being a republic now, Sadik barely got to feel that sort of power anymore. He sometimes missed the Empire days, but in those times, he had never had Heracles to keep him company, at least not willingly.
He kept the guise up, though. Heracles had no idea how Sadik felt, at least, that's what the older nation hoped.
Those three little words had never been spoken between the two of them, and Sadik had no intention of ever speaking them aloud. His pride would never allow him to say such things. It just wasn't like him to say such sappy, girlish things. He was no weakling, and, though he knew it wasn't the truth, he had always thought of showing true affection as a weakness. Maybe that had been why his territories had always seemed to hate him so much?
It didn't really matter, Sadik supposed, so long as he kept the fact that he was deeply, madly in love with Heracles a secret from Heracles himself.
"Flight 329 from Athens now arriving."
Sadik's head snapped up at that, just in time to see the blue-and-white tailed jet touch down.
He missed Heracles, there was no doubt about it.
The minutes ticked by at a glacial pace, but the Greek eventually came into the airport's lobby. The disinterested but somehow irritated look he directed at Sadik was nothing new, an nothing short of gorgeous, at least in the older nation's opinion.
The Turk did his best to pretend that Heracles was nothing more than a sex toy, but it was difficult and there was a question gnawing away at the back of his mind.
He flashed Heracles a smirk, and asked in the most foolhardy tone he could muster, "Did you miss me?"
