Gupta returned from work early on a Friday, feeling somewhat ill. He patted Anput when she came to greet him and led her to the bedroom. Sadık normally disliked having the animals on his silky bed but often times the animals got their way and Sadık could do nothing about it. Gupta patted the bed once he was in it, calling Anput up to join him. She curled up at his feet and yawned hugely before resting her head on him and closing her eyes. He hoped his health would improve before their date night Saturday.

While the Egyptian slept, Heracles crept about the house, looking through drawers until he found the envelope he had been looking for. Once he had read it, his grip tightened before letting the envelope slap back where it had been. He retreated to his room and waited for his lover to return and help him straighten his thoughts.

~!~

"Good morning Guppy." The Turk's soft voice greeted Gupta as he awoke in the man's arms. "Are you feeling better?"

"Did I sleep through the night?" He hid his yawn behind his hand.

"Yes though you were moaning in your sleep. First it was in sadness then..." he paused, "It became rather arousing." Sadık chortled as his partner blushed.

"I do not remember the sadness." Gupta sat up, moving so he could get closer to the older man. "However the pleasure is fairly fresh in my mind." He kissed the crook of his neck then moved the larger, slightly hairy hands to rest on his lower back.

"Could you tell me about it? Or," he goosed the younger, "will you be showing me?"

"I would love to show you." He replied, kissing the hand before starting to pull at Sadık's pajama bottoms.

The Turk moved to help the younger to undress him then pulled off the Egyptian's shirt, kissing the newly exposed skin. Gupta was quivering with nervous anticipation as he grabbed his partner's erection, giving it a soft squeeze. Sadık returned the gesture and pulled the other's lips to his own. They let their tongues and hands explore, slipping into dark places. Soon they were both without clothes, taking in the sight of one another's body. Gupta was blushing mad; rarely was he seen without his clothes let alone given such a lusty look.

It had been about a month since Gupta had bought the condoms and he was somewhat eager to try them out. He just was not sure he would have the chance to mention them. Sadık was going fairly quick with the loving—rubbing and kissing all that he could, starting to slide off the last small pieces of clothing. Gupta tried to reach into the end table without breaking contact but was finding it to be rather difficult.

"H-Hold on." He panted slightly and pushed his hand against Sadık's chest.

"What's wrong?" He pulled back rather fast, his face red. "Did you change your mind?"

"No… I just need to get something." He pecked the other on the side of the mouth then leaned out of the bed, pulling out one of the thin, flavored condoms with a deep blush. "If you don't mind," he presented the wrapped rubber to the other, "can you put this on?"

"What? Now?" Sadık looked surprised then looked away. "No."

"Why not?" Gupta felt his whole body heat with embarrassment.

"We've only been dating for a few months. We can't go too far too soon." He could see a look of hurt on his young lover's face and reached out to him. "Besides, I need to find out more about it before we do it."

"I was just going to put my mouth on you." He murmured, putting his arms around the other man's midsection. "It took me time to-"

"Okay." Sadık cut him off with a kiss. "Sorry, I thought you wanted to go all the way." He blushed and pulled the wrapper off. "But I won't be able to do it to you." He admitted ashamedly. "Not yet, at least. It was hard just giving you a hand job, to be honest. I was certain I wasn't doing a good job. You were amazing though. I really loved what you did."

"I've never really done oral either." He admitted, looking away. "Now you've made me nervous about whether I would do a good job."

"I'm sure you would." He coughed into his hand, blushing. "How about we save the oral for a later date?" He put the Egyptian's head in his hands, running his thumb over his soft lips. "Learn a bit more."

"No. It's fine. I'll just work with what I know already." He looked up at the man. "Didn't your wife blow you before?"

"Not since I was a teenager." He replied with a sigh. "But I remember some of how it felt to get one."

Gupta nodded and took the condom back from Sadık, wondering how he should put it on. He felt for the lubricated side and held his lover's erection out in the open. He placed the unlubricated side on the tip and started to roll it, watching the material slide over heated skin. Once it was on, the Egyptian looked up to see the other man's reaction.

Sadık's face was flushed with arousal and embarrassment, running a hand across the condom. Once he was ready, he smiled at Gupta, leaning back on his hands. The younger kissed the tip first; he had wanted to try such an act for so long and now he could do all that he wanted with a man he cared deeply for. He parted his lips on he tip, flicking his tongue to taste the lubricant. It was not unbearable but he had been hoping for a somewhat better taste. He slid his mouth down the shaft then pulled back, glancing up to catch a reaction. His lover was somewhat tense, cheeks still red but no other sign of pleasure could be noted by Gupta.

He decided to continue the bobbing motion, trying to keep eye contact as often as possible. He seemed pleased as he heard his lover's breathing become more labored. He wondered then just how much of Sadık he could take in his throat. He pulled off, earning a look of worry accompanied by a groan of disappointment, and then repositioned himself so he was lying directly between his legs. He grabbed the base of the shaft in on hand and his scrotum in the other then once more devoured his length. He took it slow and with a look of concentration before stopping about two inches from brown pubic hair.

Sadık could hold it no longer and placed a hand on Gupta's head, instinctively pushing on it until he released. He thrust his hips a bit then settled back down, removing his hand from the other. The Egyptian pulled off quickly, swallowing air and sending a glare. However the Turk paid no mind to it, panting whilst he stared at the condom now filled with his seed. Gupta sighed and smiled, kissing Sadık deeply, forgiving the man's rough actions.

"How do we take it off without making a mess?" He inquired once their lips separated.

"I'll worry about that... you should go heat up your breakfast." The man replied with a smile, starting to remove the rubber with care.

"Will you join me?" The Egyptian left the bed with one of the blankets around his waist.

"Maybe after a shower." He held the condom up to inspect it before tying it for disposal.

"Did you like how it felt with the condom?" Gupta asked softly, pulling on a white robe.

"Yes. It was perfect, bebek." He left the bed, indifferent about his state of undress.

Gupta nodded, his cheeks pink as he went to the door. He went to the kitchen and found Heracles draping himself on a seemingly agitated Kiku. He looked for his food and put it in the microwave before he was noticed. The Greek said a few more hushed words to his boyfriend then went to his ex with a small smirk. Gupta ignored him, passing by to join Kiku at the counter. Heracles restrained himself no longer and leaned over that counter to speak.

"So glad you didn't suffocate back there." He teased, ignoring his lover's quiet glare.

"What..?" Gupta blushed hard, "Why would I suffocate?"

"Gomen, Gupta-kun, but it was all his idea to spy on you," murmured the Japanese man, "and Sadık-san. I told him not to."

"You what?" He gave an uncharacteristic shriek at this news, feeling sick with embarrassment. "Heracles! Why would you do such a naughty thing?"

"I was just looking out for you." He grinned like a Cheshire cat. "It's not so bad. We only watched a little... then we kinda got preoccupied with our own needs."

"Ew!" He clapped his hands to his ears and sunk over the counter, mortified.

"Herakeru-kun!" Kiku scolded his lover. "It wasn't right and it was shameful. Apologize." The only unembarrassed person stood his ground for a moment then crumbled under his lover's stern look.

"Okay, okay... I'm sorry we didn't knock, Gup. And for watching." He added and then heard the microwave sound. "Are you gonna get that?"

Gupta gave no answer, composing himself in the crook of his arm. He wished they had thought to lock the door. Of course, he never expected his ex to be so perverse as to spy on his sex life. Kiku too even watched. After a few more beeps from the microwave he gathered his remaining dignity and strode over to his food. He pulled it out with a cloth and grabbed some silverware, setting the table. He prepared to take a bite when he noticed the other two were staring.

"Aren't you gonna rinse your mouth out?"

~!~

After the spying incident, Sadık was much more strict on Heracles, threatening to kick him to the curb if he ever dared to repeat his actions. This had begun to make the rest of the household think about the future. Would the two adult couples continue living under the same roof? It had been about 3 weeks after that spying incident and the fights between Heracles and Sadık increased in heat and became more frequent. If anyone knew the reason why the Greek was lashing out more, it would be Kiku but he said nothing.

"I didn't take your wallet, old man."

"Then why is it in your pants?"

Anput, Tama, and Maskeli all cowered on the couch with Gupta and Kiku, fearing the raised voices as they sensed the anger. The Egyptian attempted to console the animals while his housemate tried to calm his lover. He would have done the same but he felt it was necessary for this issue to be addressed. He had found Sadık's wallet in a pair of Heracles' pants and tried to confront him about it. The Greek denied the accusation though so he was left with no other choice but to inform Sadık.

"Forget this. I'm going out. Come on, Gupta." The other three were shocked when Heracles grabbed his ex, dragging him out the door with Anput barking at his heels.

"Ow, ow. Calm down Heracles! What's going on?" He exclaimed.

"Not here..." He uttered. "The park."

So the Egyptian conceded, walking with the other to the park. They went to the swings and sat in silence for a long while. It made Gupta feel uncomfortable. He sighed and looked at his friend, taking his hand and kissing it. He could now see the tears and the pain. He proceeded to speak softly.

"Surely your mother still wants you to be happy." He remembered when his friend helped stop his tears when his mother died.

"Gup..." He buried his face in his shoulder. "That was before I found out how she really died."

"What do you mean?" He pulled his fingers through the wavy hair, looking at a folded paper that was thrust in his face. "What is this?"

"My mother's suicide note to that Turk." He bit the fabric of Gupta's shirt to hold in the sob. "He said he loved her. He lied."

Gupta was silent for a long while before taking the note. He unfolded it slowly, still attempting to coddle his ex. The handwriting was scrawled and written with hate and hurt. It was indeed addressed to a man with Adnan as his family name but the first name was Otto.

Otto Adnan,

I hope you're happy now. You got what you wanted. You can have my body but my love always belonged to him. If you had just left things the way they were you wouldn't need to explain my death to my son. You now have no offspring of your own and never will because the guilt will close your heart. Stab me in the back and leave me to die... how cold.

Love, Your Byzantine.

"What the heck is this?" Was all the Egyptian could say.

"Otto was my dad's nickname... Byzantine was mother's." Heracles explained. "She said he stabbed her."

"Maybe it was just a figure of speech." He doubted that Sadık could have gotten away with murder.

"You're going to take his side no matter what, aren't you?" The angered look floored the Egyptian. "You and Kiku always take his side. All because he's older!"

"What do you want me to do?" Gupta asked with a sigh.

"I want his blood."

"What?!"

"For a DNA test..." He explained. "If he's my father then I have to forgive him. If he isn't, then my mother's note holds some truth and I'll never forgive him." He reasoned.

"I don't think I'll be able to get some of his blood for that. He needs to consent to it." The Greek looked disappointed by this but his friend continued. "But I know the only man your mom slept with other than Sadık."

"Really? Who?" He pawed at the other man's clothes.

"My father. I will give a blood sample for the DNA test. If it is positive then we are brothers and Sadık is not your father." He secretly hoped that the test would be negative. "We'll go home first and calm things down, get some DNA and ship it. We'll check the results together on my next day off." He got back to his feet, kissing Heracles' forehead. "We'll sort things out."

"Thank you, Gupta." He grabbed his hand lightly then headed back home.

"Gupta! Are you okay, bebek?" Sadık greeted his lover with worry, giving the Greek a look that could kill.

"I'm fine. Please, calm down." He smooched the older man, smiling up at him. "There was just a misunderstanding. He just found something in your wallet that upset him." He slipped the Turk the suicide note.

"Oh." A look of grim understanding befell his face and he looked to his son; he was looking hard at the wall. "Come with me, Guppy..." He led his lover to their room, closing the door behind them. "I guess you want some explanations." He went to his bedside drawer, bringing out a fairly large box that had been buried under junk. "What would you like to know first?"

"She mentioned a stabbing, Sadık." His tone was fretful. "And her note made little sense."

"She was pretty heavily medicated after your father stopped seeing her. I'm not sure what made her start to slip away. Knowing about her affair though, I assume it was probably an STD." He pulled the other to him. "Helena blamed your mother and I for ruining her love life. I sort of lost interest in her after her affair came to light too. I was far too concerned with your mother's worsening illness."

"Because that bastard left us too." Gupta murmured. "But you haven't explained the stabbing."

"I don't want to get into the details..." Sadık murmured against the other man's hair. "I am not a perfect man. I was a less perfect young man. We were in Cyprus a few years after Heracles was born and she had done something unforgivable. I lost my temper and grabbed one of my decorative swords at the summer house... I only meant to scare her but I pierced her while her back was turned. I felt disgusted with myself for it and tended to her wounds with your mother's help. Her illness was still undiscovered..."

"So it was a while ago." Gupta desperately wanted to know more about what had caused this man he admired to lose his temper. "What really killed her?"

"She took her own life with one of my own blades while I was in the hospital with your mother. That was why Heracles always blamed me. He believed I could have stopped her." The man now trembled as regret and sadness overtook him, filling his eyes with tears.

"Shh, there's nothing you could have done." He breathed softly, pulling the other man's head to his chest while he pet him, even petting the double curl at the nape of the neck. "I do not think less of you after hearing this." He pulled him into a kiss. "Now how about we lock the door so I can cheer you up."

"Alright." He sat up, breathing in deep before giving a small smile. "But blowjobs aren't what cheer me up. You cheer me up."

"I am glad to hear that, habibi." He returned the smile, locking their bedroom door.

~!~

Gupta smiled down at his sleeping lover and gave him a final kiss before leaving the bed. He pulled on his robe and searched for Heracles. He heard the moans shortly before he saw them. They must have been watching a movie when the Greek decided to start a passionate lovemaking with his lover. Right on Gupta's favorite seat. He watched them for a moment out of curiosity and a desire to have what they were having. He had never seen such an uncomposed look on the Japanese man's face as the Greek thrust with a look of serious love and concentration. He felt his heart ache and cleared his throat loudly.

"Could you please not ruin the furniture?" The lovers' faces quickly turned to expressions Gupta was used to seeing; embarrassment and sluggish happiness.

"Could we finish first?" Heracles whined as his lover pulled away, throwing his robe tighter around his body.

"If you want uninterrupted sex then have it in your own place." He huffed, crossing his arms. "Now are we going to take some samples or no?"

"Samples for what? The oldest man managed to ask, trying to fix his hair.

"A DNA test. We wanted to see if we're brothers." Heracles answered, smoothing the hair for him. "Cause Gupta thinks my mom slept with his dad."

"Really?" Kiku looked between the two. "That would be unfortunate since you two dated."

"So should we do a cheek swab or a hair sample? I am not using blood." Gupta proposed to the Greek.

"I think hair samples are fine." He replied. "I'll take them to a clinic when we have them."

"And the results will be found next time I'm off." Gupta smiled and then went to shave, grateful for the opportunity to return to his former grooming habbits.

~!~

"Gupta, we need to go to the grocery store today." Sadık walked back into their bedroom from the bathroom, wearing casual clothes.

"Can it wait? I already made plans today." His partner was putting on his own casual attire, hands shaking from nerves as today was the day he would get the results.

"Fine. We'll go at four." He could see his love's unease and gave him a kiss. "I'll just check on the station. Need anything?"

"Dog treats for Anput."

The Turk nodded then left, getting into his van. Heracles came up from his bedroom then, waiting in the kitchen for Gupta. They shared a breakfast when the Egyptian came, neither one saying a word. Once their plates were in the sink and Gupta had taken his pills, they left. The clinic was not quite within an average person's walking distance but both were used to not having a ride. The receptionist greeted them with a smile and had them take a seat while the results were retrieved.

"Here you go." She smiled, handing the folder to Heracles.

"Open it..." Gupta murmured, looking over his shoulder.

The Greek nodded and pulled open the file, bringing out the result paper. They stared at it for a long while, looking for something they could make sense of. At last they saw the end result, looking much bigger as they read.

"Looks like I'm moving out, brother."


I'm back, lovelies. Hopefully long enough to finish this story, ja? I just spent a lovely weekend with a Greek family. I have never eaten so much in my life. xD Anyways, hope you enjoyed this chapter and look forward to the next one.

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