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Chapter 7: One Last Dream
When Greece opens his eyes again, he isn't sure where he is. The place is unremarkable; so much so that he cannot tell if he is outside or simply in a very large room. He sits up slowly, rubbing his head and looking around. Someone calls for him. He looks again, and thinks he can see figures in the distance. Carefully, because he hasn't walked much farther than his own bathroom in the past week, and not at all in the past day, he gets to his feet and starts toward them. It is really two figures, and he isn't surprised to find Turkey and Japan grinding against one another. He cocks his head to the side and watches, waiting to see what they will do this time.
Japan hums in bliss as Turkey's hand slides down his stomach, palming the very prominent bulge in his bright red leather pants. The hand squeezes, and it feels so good that he throws his head back against Turkey's shoulder, moaning harsh and heavy. That's when he opens his eyes, two dark slits filled with need, and reaches for the approaching Greece. "Hera-kun! Please - Come play. It feels too good..."
Sadik grinds his cock hard against Kiku's ass, the rock of his hips almost following the style of his dances. He loves the feel of Kiku's smooth skin, and even more the feel of leather stretched over his cock. He squeezes again, his other hand moving up to toy with one of Kiku's nipples. "You were right." He grins. "He does have a fine ass. You should join us...maybe I'll give you a chance at his if you let me play with yours..."
Hera shakes his head, hoping to clear away some of its fuzziness. He does want to play, with both of them. He licks his lips and takes a step closer, still cautious. The way his dreams have been going, it's likely they're about to pull out some new, strange fetish. Last time he's pretty sure there was ice, and before that the costumes...what now? "What are you going to do with me?"
"Ooh-!" Kiku groans, his head falling back to Sadik's shoulder and his eyes closing again, unsure whether he wants to buck his hips into that touch or press his ass completely flush against him. He sucks in a breath, reaching down to grasp Sadik's hand and guide it into his pants, wanting to feel his touch skin-on-skin. "Take your cock, Hera-kun," he hisses through his teeth as Sadik grinds directly against his ass. "If Sadik-kun doesn't get there first."
Hera inhales sharply, feeling his cock stir at those words. God, he doesn't care what kink they come up with next, he just wants to have them. He moves again, reaching out to touch Sadik's arm over Kiku's chest. But the moment his fingers brush against his skin, all thoughts of sex are driven from his mind. There's a light POP, and instead of Turkey there is...a turkey. As in a bird. A large, brown bird with a fan of tail feathers and a...what is that thing called? A red something hanging over its beak. A turkey. He jumps back. "What the...?"
Japan raises his eyebrows, not at all surprised, and turns around slowly to look at the bird their Turkey has become. "Well. Now look what you've done."
Greece stares, afraid to move lest he brush against Japan and turn him into a peacock or something. "Sa...Sadik?" He reaches out; maybe another touch will turn him back? The bird yodels and snaps at his fingers.
At that very moment, America comes out of nowhere, wearing a Pilgrim costume and carrying a rifle. He immediately begins chasing Turkey the turkey, who runs like the devil is after him. "WOOHOO! LET'S GIVE THANKS FOR THAT BIG, FAT TURKEY!" America shoots at him, much like a cartoon character.
"Gobblegobblegobble!" says the turkey. He dodges the gun and runs. "GOBBLE!"
Greece is struck dumb for a minute, and yet the strangest part of this is that it doesn't feel all that strange to him. He starts chasing after America, trying to catch up so he can grab at his coat or knickers. "Alfred, wait! Don't shoot, it's Turkey! I mean...it's Sadik! I accidentally turned him into a Turkey...I mean a turkey! AMERICA DON'T EAT TURKEY!"
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"..." Japan looks at Turkey, then looks at Greece, then looks back at Turkey. "...Well."
Turkey blinks. "He did just say America was going to eat me, right? I'm not the only one who heard that?"
Japan coughs, trying to cover a laugh. "Yes, I believe I heard that as well."
"...What the fuck was in that soup?" Sadik chuckles.
Kiku raises his eyebrows. "Nothing that should make for a dream like that." He chuckles, surveying Sadik out of the corner of his eye. "Unless you've been playing games with Alfred that I have not heard about."
Sadik snorts. "Do I look like England to you? You're the one who's such good friends with America." He shakes his head. "I'm telling you, brain damage. Brat, what is going on in that head of yours?"
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Greece finally manages to catch up, if only because the turkey turns and comes barreling into him. He wraps his arms around the bird's neck and makes sure to put himself between turkey Turkey and America. "Please wait! I'm sure we can fix him, and then-OUCH!"
The beak snaps hard around his fingers and pecks at his body. He pulls back and glares. It is definitely Turkey. The bastard is practically sneering at him...if birds could sneer. "You little...! I'm trying to help! Maybe I should let him shoot you, and then we can pluck off your feathers and have a grand feast!"
Turkey bird-smirks. "Gobble-gobble. Gobblegobble!" He ruffles his feathers and goes in for another peck.
Japan sighs, moving toward the three of them and finally coming up behind America, tapping his shoulder and turning him into A Merry Cow. As in a cow. That is quite merry. Skipping about the fields of Greece's mind. He walks past him and moves to stand in front of Greece. "Well? This is your fault. Aren't you going to finish what Sadik-san started?" He waves a hand to himself, in particular his rather prominent bulge.
Half-entranced, Greece reaches for Japan's cock. Imagine his great disappointment when he finds himself holding the handle of a cast iron cooking pan, engraved with a big "J" in the middle. A J pan. Oh God, this just kept getting worse.
Then he feels a beak bite his ass.
"Fucking- OW! SADIK!" He turns, brandishing the pan. "I'm going to COOK you on Kiku! First I'll slather his butt with butter, and then I'll turn him on over my stove. Then I'm going to skin you alive, carve you up into little pieces and rip out all your innards! I'll cook those, too - I'll make your organs into GRAVY!" He yells, all the while chasing after a turkey and holding the j pan over his head like a weapon. A merry cow watches, chewing.
Turkey flees. "Goblegobblegobble!"
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Kiku gapes, utterly and completely appalled. What. The...? "Did he just say he was going to slather my butt with butter and turn me over on his stove?" He looks over his shoulder toward the kitchen. "THAT stove?"
"Yes. Yes he did. I don't know, maybe he meant his 'stove', if you know what I mean," Sadik replies. A string of half-mumbled, angry words flows from Hera's mouth. He smiles. "Oh, good. He's threatening to eviscerate me. That's pretty normal, he must be getting...wait, the gravy part's new."
Kiku sighs, dropping down to the edge of the bed and resting a hand on Hera's forehead. His fever has dropped a little, but whatever has him down, it's not leaving without a fight. Clasping his hands in his lap, he chews on his lower lip, worried and embarrassed and ashamed. It feels strange to be like this now, knowing Sadik knows the truth - more than he realizes, even at this moment. "These dreams must be rather disorienting."
"No kidding. I doubt he was really aware of what was going on the last time he woke. Just listen to him wheeze - that's not normal. His lungs have to be all clogged up." Sadik puts a hand on Hera's chest, feeling the uneven rise and fall. The breaths are loud and labored, as though each one costs him. He sighs. "'S'not good for him."
Japan nods a little, standing and moving toward the kitchen. "Perhaps some steam? Hot towels are very good for this sort of thing." He puts the kettle on, taking a peek at his phone as he does. China has not yet responded. Worried, he texts him again: It's worse. Please come.
Turkey almost smiles. "You're sweet with him. Too sweet; he doesn't deserve it, you know."
Japan freezes at those words, dropping his phone to the counter, thankful that his face is hidden. He doesn't know whether to be annoyed or embarrassed or... A small smile appears on his face anyway. "He is very sweet with me, and I do not deserve it either. It is the least I can do."
"Hera, sweet? Hah. Well, that's something I've only seen on rare occasions. This one, for instance. He's a lot cuter like this." It reminds him of when the brat really was a child, curled up to sleep. But even then Egypt or some underling saw to him. Even then Greece had hated him, and he'd hated right back. No one else made him feel so...sorry. He tries to get the lighter mood to return. "Any chance this is going to kill him? I could always put him out of his misery..." he offers.
Japan almost turns around to yell at him for that, but from the smile on his face... Clearly, he's joking. He sighs, annoyed with the way he makes light of these things, but smiling nonetheless. "You really are incorrigible, you know that? Why do you hate him so much?"
With a noncommittal shrug Turkey looks down. He doesn't know how to answer that. "It's complicated. We've got quite the history." He raises his eyes, recalling some of what he knows of Japan. "It's a bit like you and Yao, only...we're not brothers by any stretch. And I didn't find him. I stole him."
Japan turns around completely to look at him, coming out from the kitchen and placing his hands on his hips. "That doesn't answer my question. If it's so complicated, why can't you ever see yourself... liking him? After all these years, you're still around, and you haven't killed each other yet, and now I find out you're sleeping together? It seems strange to think that you don't hold any affection toward him. Does he annoy you? Make you feel guilty?" After a second he stops, looking away. "I'm sorry. I'm prying again, aren't I? I'll just..." He moves back into the kitchen to wait for the water to boil.
Turkey glares, but after everything that's happened today, he can't keep it up. He sighs heavily. He doesn't like thinking about this. "Of course he does. Annoy me, I mean - and the guilt thing too. Don't you dare tell him I said that. But I mean, I wasn't so bad to him. It's not like I hurt him for no reason; I could have killed him before he was big enough to fight back. Could've left him to starve or something. Instead I brought him to my house, and treated him like a prize. He's the one who left, he's the one who hated me from the beginning...and why am I even telling you all this?" He runs a hand over his face. "God, you're going to turn out like him, aren't you? I won't be able to stop myself."
Japan is again thankful for the shield of the kitchen, his skin tinting pink with that last remark. His stomach flip-flops. It's utterly unfair. First Hera held his heart, and held it completely. They were friends, and as they got to know each other, he knew there was a connection that could not be ignored. But then... Then he met Sadik, and from the moment he did there was a magnetism there that almost hurt. He found himself in the middle of their feud before he'd ever touched either of them. It was the most unfair thing he could ever imagine. "I don't know what you mean," he murmurs, sliding his hands over the counter, setting out towels. "It is a lot to keep to yourself. You were bound to talk to someone about it eventually."
Turkey grins, because he can hear the blush in Japan's voice. "You're cute. You know that, right? The brat thinks so too. He talks about you - not just in his sleep. He's always going on about how he went to some god-forsaken ruin with you, or saw a bunch of your sights, or napped with you and some cats, and how you must like him so much more than me. I don't care if you do," he adds quickly, and then smirks. "Just as long as you think I'm sexier."
Kiku is going redder by the word, and with each new revelation he feels his stomach twist tighter. Oh—Oh, Hera talks about him. About their days together, and their naps, and the things they're always doing, and he thinks he's cute. And so does Sadik, truth be told. He turns his gaze to him, clearing his throat and peering up at him through his long, sooty lashes. "I don't know which of you I find more attractive. The truth is, it changes by the minute."
Sadik leans back in his chair, rather pleased with this. It's a new competition for him and Hera, and while he feels just a little guilty putting Kiku in the middle again, he has a feeling he'll like it this time. "My cock's bigger."
Japan nearly drops the boiling pot of water in his hands, but saves it with his usual grace, pouring it into one of the bowls he was using for soup. He lets himself smirk a little, despite the fact that he's noticeably crimson. "Well, you'll just have to prove it." He carries the bowl and the towels back into the room, ducking his gaze as he wets the towels and places them one-by-one.
"Well!" Sadik laughs, just barely restraining himself from slapping Kiku's ass as he leans over. He does, however, take a good, long look. Hera's right; it's a very nice ass. "When the brat's done being a pain, I most certainly will. It wouldn't be a fair competition now; Hera's clearly using this as a distraction."
As if to prove his point, Greece's breath hitches and he starts making a gagging sound. Turkey grabs the trash can and turns Greece on his side, attempting to prevent him from choking on his own vomit. He wrinkles his nose. "Fuck. What did I just say about body fluids, brat?"
Japan sighs, wrinkling his nose as well and rubbing Greece's back through it. This isn't good. He's hot to the touch even after all this time, and he shouldn't be heaving this much from miso soup. When it finally appears to be over, he wipes his mouth with a towel and heads to the bathroom to grab the mop. He prays that China arrives soon; it is becoming increasingly clear that Greece needs more help than he can give.
