AN: I don't understand why Greece/Turkey doesn't seem to be a very popular pairing. They're so hot together!
Anyways. There are allusions to sex in this chapter, but not actual sex. Absolutely nothing graphic at all. So I'm pretty sure this story can stay with the T rating.
This is really just me trying out writing these two before I attempt writing anything longer with them.
Pairing: Turkey/Greece
Prompt: This story wasn't really for a prompt. It's inspired by the song "Shut Up and Sleep With Me" by Sin With Sebastian. After watching the Hetalia MMD video "Shut Up and Sleep With Me, America!" I had to write something with Greece and Turkey. They had the sexiest part in the entire video, hands down. (I could watch an entire video just of them walking like that, I'm not even kidding.)
Shut Up and Sleep With Me
KNOCK KNOCK.
Somebody was banging on the door.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.
Only one person ever banged on Heracles' door that loudly and persistently. And the yelling would start in three… two… one…
"HEY, HERACLES! BUDDY, GET YOUR ASS UP OUT OF BED! WE'RE GOING TO EAT BREAKFAST AT THIS GREAT TURKISH PLACE! AND THEN WE'RE GOING SHOPPING FOR NEW STYLISH CLOTHES FOR YOU SO I CAN STOP LOOKING AT YOUR UGLY DRAB JACKET ALL THE TIME!"
"It's not uglyyy," Heracles muttered, turning over and burying his face in his pillow, huffing out an exasperated breath. It was warm and he didn't want to move. Unless it was for sex.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.
"HERACLES GET YOUR ASS OUT OF BED! WE'RE GOING WHETHER YOU WANT TO OR NOT!"
It was really too bad that the guy he wanted to sleep with absolutely refused to admit that he was gay. Whenever Heracles tried to flirt with him, he always started stammering about this girl that Heracles didn't know. But there had been a few times where they had almost kissed, before he had pulled away and stammered some excuse. He was so obviously flushed and turned-on by Heracles' advances that Heracles really wondered who Sadik thought he was fooling.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.
"HERACLES! IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR ASS OUT OF BED AND OPEN THIS DOOR IN THE NEXT FIVE SECONDS, I AM GOING TO KICK THE DAMN DOOR DOWN DO YOU HEAR ME?! FIVE! FOUR! THREE!"
Dammit, Heraclels liked having a door.
"TWO!"
Heracles was out of bed and had the door thrown open just as Sadik yelled, "ONE!"
"Χαίρετε, Sadik," Heracles yawned. "Did you have to come so early?" Seven in the morning was way to early for any of this.
"WHY AREN'T YOU WEARING ANY CLOTHES?!" Sadik said, staring at him with alarmed olive eyes, glancing down Heracles' form and then quickly up and away, face flushed. "I told you to get dressed before coming to the door! Who the hell answers the door naked?!"
"You didn't exactly give me any time to get dressed," Heracles said unconcernedly, raising his arms above his head and arching his back as he stretched, making absolutely no move to cover himself up in any way. "I like having my door intact. And I really don't care if anyone sees me naked. I have nothing to hide."
"Heracles," Sadik said, covering his eyes with a hand, voice slightly strangled. "It's not proper for guys to walk around naked even in the bathhouses."
"Cats walk around naked," Heracles pointed out. "Nobody cares about that."
"That's DIFFERENT!" Sadik yelled, still covering his eyes with a hand.
"I literally give zero fucks," Heracles yawned again. He really wanted to either go back to sleep, or have sex with this handsome man in front of him.
Tall, well-built, spiky dark brown hair with a few curls at the nape of his neck, slight stubble on his jaw, olive eyes that he liked to keep hidden. Long green jacket, brown pants, knee-high boots, tan scarf, red fez hat, all of which looked great on him, but which Heracles thought would look better coming off him.
"You should give a fuck!" Sadik cried, and Heracles couldn't help but give a languid smirk, leaning against the door-jamb.
"I'd give a fuck to you," Heracles said. "Or take a fuck from you. Or neither; penetration isn't necessary to have a good time. Whatever you want. I don't want to do anything that you don't want to do. I want to do exactly what you want to do and are currently too afraid to ask for."
He watched as Sadik made a strangle noise and took a step back. And here was coming the usual excuse in three… two… one…
"Heracles, man, there's this girl, and—"
"Shut up, and sleep with me," Heracles said calmly, watching as Sadik made even more strangled noises.
"Heracles, look—"
"Don't listen to those old conventions," Heracles said seamlessly. "You're open-minded, at least that's what you keep on saying. You don't have to hide your real intentions."
"Heracles—"
"It's your choice," Heracles shrugged, still watching him. "I'm just saying. You're young. Free. It's obvious you want to sleep with me. I want to sleep with you. There's no reason why we can't do that."
Sadik still had his eyes covered, standing in the middle of the hall, breathing raggedly, and Heracles sighed, stepping out into the hallway and taking his arm. He didn't mind if someone walked in on them, but Sadik probably would.
"At least come inside," Heracles said. "Unless you want to walk out of the building trying to hide a boner."
He gently tugged Sadik into his apartment, shutting the door behind him.
He left Sadik standing there with a hand over his eyes, walking back to his bedroom, calling over his shoulder, "I'm going to back to bed, now. If you want, you can join me. If you don't, you can leave after you've calmed down. Or you can raid my kitchen for tea. In any case, we can go out for breakfast and shopping in a couple hours, if you still want to."
"Heracles…" Sadik said, and trailed off.
It really was strange how Sadik got like this. He was usually so loud, boisterous, enthusiastic, energetic, and adamant about what he did and did not want. But when it came to sex and liking guys…
Heracles sighed, brushing a hand back through his hair that was tickling his collarbones. He wanted Sadik to feel as comfortable with his sexuality as he felt with all other aspects of himself. "Look, Sadik," he said, not turning around. "If you want to sleep with me, or even just make out with me, I'll make it worth your while. If you don't, that's okay, too, I'm not forcing you. I don't want to force you. I just want you to stop lying to both me and yourself. You can say that you're not ready for any kind of sexual activity yet, that you're not comfortable with it, but I'm just tired of you denying that you feel anything. I'm tired of this silent dancing game. You want us to dance around each other, bring music next time."
He heard Sadik chuckle slightly as he went to his bedroom, leaving the door ajar, and got under the covers, sighing against his pillow.
And Sadik would be here in five… four… three… two… one…
The door was pushed open. Footsteps padded over to the bed, a weight sitting down, fingers lightly touching his arm.
"Can... can I just kiss you, then?"
Heracles rolled over onto his back, smiling. "Of course."
Sadik leaned down and kissed him softly, gently, and Heracles ran fingers through Sadik's hair but made no move to deepen the kiss.
This was enough, for now.
When Sadik pulled away, gasping slightly, face lightly flushed, Heracles smiled lazily and curled up around him. "Mm. That was nice."
Sadik smiled, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah."
"'M sleep now," Heracles murmured, tugging lightly at Sadik's arm. "Sleep with me."
Sadik raised an eyebrow, though is lips were twitching. "I thought you said you wouldn't force me into anything."
"Not sex-sleep," Heracles muttered at him, glaring slightly, before closing his eyes and pulling the blanket up over his head. "Just sleep-sleep." His voice was muffled. "For another hour."
Sadik snorted, patting him on the head as if he were a cat. "Well, then. I'll just go make breakfast for when you wake up again, eh?"
There was something that sounded like muffled, slurred Greek from under the blankets.
"What was that?" Sadik grinned, poking the blanketed lump. "I couldn't hear you."
"Will you wake me up with a kiss?" Heracles repeated, poking his head out of the blankets to look at Sadik hopefully.
Sadik stared at him for a moment, before a smirk slowly curled his lips. "If you promise to eat my cooking without complaining."
Heracles murmured something like "Hate you love you sleep now" and disappeared beneath the blankets again.
As Sadik turned and left the room, he found that he couldn't stop grinning.
"—And THEN this guy tried to pickpocket me!" Sadik cried, throwing up his hands. "So I chased the bastard down and grabbed my wallet back, and oh man, you should've seen the expression on this guy's face when I caught him—"
Heracles, looking divine in nothing but a pair of sweatpants, green eyes bleary and brown hair mussed, slunk over like a cat and crawled into Sadik's lap, nuzzling his head under the other man's chin. "Shut up and sleep with me."
Sadik laughed as he rubbed the back of his boyfriend of five months. "But I didn't even get to the point of my story yet! You see—"
Heracles muttered something incoherent and raised his head to capture Sadik's lips in a lazy kiss.
"Hey, no distractions!" Sadik laughed again, pushing his boyfriend off him onto the floor as he got up from the couch.
"...Gonna punch you," Heracles said from the floor.
"Later," Sadik said amiably as he grabbed a disc case from the table and sauntered over to the CD player. "You see, what I was trying to tell you was that I found the Greatest Hits of Tarkan album!"
"No, you were telling me about how your wallet got stolen and you beat the guy up for his insolence," Heracles muttered. "Like any vengeful god would."
"Look, I wouldn't have any problem with your inclination to compare me to a god," Sadik said with a grin as he popped open the CD case and then slipped the disc into the player, "except that the Greek gods are disturbing, and the stories always end in death and bloodshed."
"Doesn't sound too incorrect to me."
"I am not disturbing!" Sadik cried, whirling around to point at him accusingly. "And you're the one who always starts the wrestling fights!"
"They always end in sex… I like sex. And I like wrestling. I'm quite good at both."
"You don't need to tell me that," Sadik chuckled, turning back around and pressing the Play button, a large grin on his face. "Now witness that greatness that is the greatest hits of Tarkan!"
The song started, and Sadik grinned as he held out a hand to his boyfriend. "Benimle dans eder misin?"
And then both of them were dancing in the living room, hips swaying, Sadik laughing and singing along while Heracles muttered, "I hate you and your Turkish music, Sadik."
"It's not my fault that Turkish music is just so good you can't help but dance along!"
In the brief pause just as the ninth song ended, Heracles made a mad dash for the CD player, hitting the Pause button before the next song could start and he'd get sucked into more dancing.
"Hey!" Sadik protested, reaching around him to try to turn the CD back on, only for Heracles to wrestle him to the ground, kissing him.
"You know," Heracles said, sitting up on Sadik's chest and looking down at him petulantly, "I was going to have sex with you, but now I'm tired from dancing, so I'm just going to sleep on you."
And with that he lay down on top of Sadik and closed his eyes.
"Ooph!" Sadik chuckled, poking him in the ribs. "Not fair! You're more muscular than I am! When do you have time to hit the gym so much, anyway?"
Heracles muttered something indistinct against his neck.
"I'm taking you out shopping after this," Sadik told him, but Heracles just mumbled something else incomprehensible and fell asleep.
Sadik sighed, but smiled slightly as he rubbed Heracles' back, tilting his head to press a kiss to his boyfriend's hair. "Seni seviyorum."
He was content to lie there, arms behind his head, humming a soft tune as he watched the ceiling, feeling Heracles' heart beating against his, the warmth and weight of his boyfriend comforting against him.
They must have been lying there for at least half an hour, and would have lain there longer had Heracles' cat not tried to curl up on top of Sadik's face.
"YOU GODDAMN CAT!" Sadik yelled, bolting upright and shoving both cat and boyfriend onto the floor, hands over his face.
"Τι?" a sleepy Heracles mumbled, green eyes blinking slowly.
"YOUR STUPID CAT TRIED TO SLEEP ON MY FACE! I THINK HE SCRATCHED ME! I'm going to have ugly scars on my face now! I'm going to have to hide them with a mask!"
"Let me see," Heracles said, crawling over and carefully peeling Sadik's hands away from his face, green eyes appraising as he looked at the damage.
"Just a few light scratches," Heracles said, leaning forward to press light kisses to the stinging red lines. "Not bleeding. Shouldn't scar. I think you'll be okay."
"Thank goodness for that," Sadik murmured, returning the kiss when Heracles pressed his lips to his.
The cat pounced on his foot.
"I HATE YOUR GODDAMN CAT!" Sadik shouted as he pushed his boyfriend away from him and scrambled to his feet. "WHO THE HELL DOES HE THINK HE'S MESSING WITH?! MY FACE IS NOT A SLEEPING MAT! THAT'S IT, HERACLES!" he gestured furiously. "IT'S ME OR THE CAT! ONE OF US HAS TO GO!"
Heracles sighed. "We've had this conversation at least fifty times in the past five months already, Sadik. I'm selfish and keeping you both; it's not up for debate." Standing up and stretching, arching his back so that it cracked loudly, he yawned, "Let's go shopping."
Sadik, who had been shaking his fist at the cat and threatening to throw it into the river when his boyfriend was fast asleep, turned to Heracles and cackled, "We'll get you in style, yet!"
Heracles sighed, but smiled slightly when Sadik grabbed his hand and pulled him into the bedroom to get dressed in something more than just sweatpants.
And if they ended up taking off more clothes than they put on, and having to take a shower before they left? Well. That was nobody's business but theirs.
Translations:
Χαίρετε – Hello (Greek)
Benimle dans eder misin? – Would you like to dance with me? (Turkish)
Seni seviyorum – I love you (Turkish)
Τι? – What? (Greek)
AN: Let me know how I did writing these two? I've only watched the Hetalia anime, haven't read the manga, and there are only, like, three episodes with Turkey that I've seen, so there wasn't much to go off of. I really love them though and want to do their characters as much credit as I can.
(Also, for those who have been waiting for the Ludwig POV chapter - it's up next, I promise.)