That Curl
Chapter Seven: Turkey/Greece
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia: Axis Powers
Nothing could prevent Turkey from getting what he wanted.
Nothing.
So why was he being denied what he wanted most?
Right now, Greece, his longtime rival and shorter-time lover, was leaning on a pole, looking calm and smiling at a cat rubbing on his leg.
Right now, he just wanted the pole to be used as a support while he fucked his adorable little country into the highest realms of pleasure.
But he didn't, because Greece could-and would- throw him off him, (and possibly arrest him) for the actions, no matter how much Turkey knew Greece would enjoy it.
Turkey twitched and tried to keep himself from plastering his body on the delicious looking boy in front of him.
Greece gave a happy smile to the cat, and bent over to pet it…showing his perfect, god-like ass to Turkey.
Turkey lost it.
He sauntered over to the oblivious sleepy nation, and smirked, waiting for his to sense his presence, all the while staring at his lover's sexy-as-hell ass.
Greece soon stood upright, and immediately turned.
"What are you doin-Mmph!" Greece exclaimed, mouth unable to form words as Turkey boldly devoured it with his own.
He kissed the shorter nation passionately, and wasn't stopped until he felt Greece knee him in the groin, which didn't pain him as much as arouse.
"What the hell!" Greece said, eyebrows slanted and arms crossed. A heavy blush covered his pale cheeks, and his clothing was rumpled from the contact.
"Sorry, you where just so sexy there." Turkey drawled, grinning. He put one arm above Greece on the pole, partly-trapping him from escape. He put the other arm on Greece's waist.
Greece turned his head cutely.
"I don't see why you can do that. There aren't many people here, but that doesn't give you the excuse of just doing that to me whenever you-" Greece's speech went silent as Turkey gave a playful twirl of his double-curl, elegantly stroking the hair.
Greece couldn't do anything but stay quiet and moan, so overwhelming was the waves of pleasure crashing down on him.
"A-Ahnn…" Greece moaned, unable to stop himself.
The moment Turkey stopped; Greece flung him away (after giving him a quick kiss on the cheek) and muttered solemnly, "No sex for a week."
Turkey opened his mouth.
"Yes, that includes nights." Greece snapped.
Turkey felt like Greece had just kicked him again.
He quickly brightened…
After all, in order to get back in the Grecian's pants, all he had to do was be as alluring to Greece as Greece was to him…
Turkey smirked with an expression scary enough to rival Russia's.
Oh, this was going to be a fun week….
A/N: So you guys like? XD Next chapter: Russia/Someone! (Can't decide yet…your opinions?)