2: Invasion of Cyprus

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Also, slight angst warning for this chapter.

The second time started across a glass table, in a conference room that was packed with arguing politicians. Greece's diplomats threw accusations; Turkey's offered excuses.

Heracles glared at the man seated across from him, filled with vehement hatred and rage. "You…you can't do this."

"'What's done's done. Deal with it."

"Bastard." Heracles' voice was low, his face flushed with anger.

Sadiq shrugged and looked away, feigning nonchalance.

"Bastard." Heracles growled again, louder this time, so that all the bickering diplomats in the room fell silent and turned to him with looks of either surprise or outrage.

"Mr. Greece, sir-"

Heracles didn't wait for his diplomat to finish. He shot up from his seat with such rage that the chair toppled backwards, making a deafening clunk in the now silent room. He stormed out and slammed the door behind him, not once looking back.

Sadiq let him go. There was a time when he would've felt gratified to piss off the Greek like this, but much of that had abated since the humanitarian aid episode, and the…incident…that had followed. Now, it seemed though, all the old hostility and animosity had returned, at least on Heracles' part. Sadiq shifted in his chair, strangely uncomfortable in his own house, and waited impatiently for the negotiations to finish.

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Sadiq strolled down the empty corridor, stretching out the kinks in his muscles. He hadn't seen Heracles since the man had stormed off several hours ago. Now the negotiations were done, nothing had been settled, and, as far as he was concerned, Northern Cyprus was here to stay.

Sadiq wondered if Heracles' diplomats would start looking for the man soon, when suddenly, as he was turning the corner, a pair of strong hands grabbed him and shoved him against the wall.

Instinctively, he fought back against his assailant, fists clenching onto long, soft strands. Then a warm mouth was pressed against his, and Sadiq moaned in a mix of pleasure, relief and frustration. Kissing Heracles was a high that should've been illegal, especially after the way he'd been left the last time something like this had happened. Sadiq willed himself to stay strong. He shoved the other man off of him with as much force as he could muster.

Heracles broke away, and immediately Sadiq missed the feel of those firm lips against his own. For a moment, he thought the younger man was about to punch him, but instead, Heracles dropped wordlessly to his knees and planted an open-mouthed kiss to Sadiq's crotch.

Now this, I wasn't prepared for. Sadiq hissed with pent-up desire. Heracles' hands were stroking along his thighs, massaging them gently as he continued to blow warm breaths against Sadiq's sensitive mid-region. His tongue darted out and licked the fabric covering a rapidly hardening package.

Just as Sadiq's hands sought out Heracles' head (to shove him away, Sadiq told himself), the Greek stood up and pressed the entire length of his body flush against Sadiq. Their mouths met again, and this time, the Turk wasn't sure he still had the strength in him to resist.

Heracles was more forceful now, one hand gripping Sadiq's jaw firmly as he thrust his tongue inside. Sadiq fought back, ripping off his gloves and plunging his hands under Heracles' shirt once more, mapping the contours of his flesh and raking his fingernails down that tempting smoothness.

Panting against the other's mouth, Heracles tangled a hand in Sadiq's hair and jerked his head back. He sank his teeth into the older man's plump lower lip, hard enough to draw blood.

Sadiq hissed in pain and turned his face to the side, collecting himself and willing his pulse to return to normal.

The Greek took advantage of the side of the face exposed to him and clamped his teeth onto an earlobe. When Sadiq made to shove him away, Heracles let go and whispered "Bastard," the light brush of his lips against that sensitive ear sending a shiver down Sadiq's spine.

"Get off!" Sadiq made a half-hearted effort to push the other man away, but Heralces was unmoved.

"I'd rather…get you off…" In one smooth, practiced motion, the Greek pulled down the zipper of Sadiq's pants and plunged a hand inside his briefs.

"Fuck!" Sadiq threw his head back as Heracles wrapped his fingers around that straining length. The younger man squeezed the base of his shaft before fishing his cock out into the exposed air. Sadiq's hands left Heracles' back and fisted into his sleeves. But he wasn't pushing him away.

Heracles rotated his wrist in sharp, jerking motions as his hand pumped Sadiq's shaft.

The older man had his eyes screwed tightly shut, face turned upwards as if imploring the heavens. He was moaning in a heady mixture of pain and arousal. Heracles hadn't used any lube or even spit, and the calluses on his palm were chafing Sadiq maddeningly. He tossed his head from side to side, trying simultaneously to melt into the pressure and tear himself away from it. His cock was exuding precome, which Heracles swept across his shaft to give the Turk some relief.

Heracles' hand proved to be as talented as his mouth; he twisted his wrist in an even rhythm up and down the entire length of Sadiq's shaft, and rubbed his thumb against the sensitive head with each upwards jerk. He pressed a violent kiss against the corner of Sadiq's mouth, hissing a litany of Greek insults in between bites and kisses and panting breaths.

Sadiq felt that familiar heat pool in his stomach as Heracles' hand brought him closer and closer to completion. He felt himself swaying on the edge—closer now, so, so close—

Suddenly, they could hear footsteps approaching along the corridor running parallel to theirs. To Sadiq's horror, he realized that within seconds the intruder would turn the corner and catch them red-handed, as it were. His pants around his ankles. His cock exposed. Shame and anger at allowing himself to be caught in such a dangerous game threatened to overwhelm his desire. But there was no turning back now. One more forceful stroke and Sadiq was biting back his moans, as he convulsed in the throes of his orgasm. The first spurt shot across Heracles' wrist. But even as Sadiq was still seeing stars behind his eyelids, Heracles was unceremoniously shoving his cock back into his pants, zipping him up hastily.

Ever dispassionate, Heracles turned in the opposite direction from the footsteps, and strode briskly away.

Sadiq slumped against the wall, exhausted but unsated. That'd been probably the best handjob he'd gotten in the last century, but it left him feeling empty and even more sexually frustrated than before they'd started. He sighed and pulled his knees up to his chest, not bothering to answer the concerned diplomat who had so nearly interrupted them.